The parking lot is perhaps one of the most underrated places on a wrestling venue. When wrestlers show up late for the show, cameras are usually there to catch their every move. Most times, the talent doesn't get seriously penalized for arriving tardy, considering they generate money by having a publicized arrival. In the parking lot, good conversation can take place. However, when it comes to the domain of PRIME, the parking is noted as the place where people like to finish a fight.

Madison Square Garden holds the most prestigious parking lot in the industry, and it's about to hold witness to a majestic arrival, although in the past this individual has made more captivating appearances.

The sole focus of Camera 19 is a white van, much like the one you would envision the friendly detectives staking out a home in, or the mode of transportation for the resident pedophile. The back is especially equipped, the size of two actual car lengths. A ton of belongings could occupy the space. It could particularly harbor an individual or group of individuals.

The driver switches off the headlights and steps out of the vehicle, pushing some buttons on a remote control to activate the massive sliding door on the left hand side. After a few tense seconds and beads of sweat pouring down the nervous man's face, metal against metal is heard and the door shoots open, revealing a rather swank setup.

The interior has been decorated, maxed out to the nines with coolness. An always fashionable disco ball hangs in the middle while leather coats vast seating accommodations. On the very edge of the vehicle, just behind the door is a large ramp, big enough to fit a wheelchair. Funny, there happens to be one there right now.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick (OSV): Oh. My. God.

That roar.

That reaction.

It can only be the arrival of one man.

Camera 19 pans upward and gets a shot of the million dollar grizzled mug of Tyler Rayne.

Nick (OSV): Tyler Rayne is here at ReVolution 200!

Richard (OSV): God, it's Richard, I haven't asked you for much in life, and you haven't given me much, but I ask that you kill me now before this goes on any further.

The Underground Pimp knows how to make the ladies blush, loading the camera with his shirtless and scarred physique, wearing a pair of torn denim jeans and, as always, his standard issue military boots.

With a slight push forward, The Underground Pimp makes his way onto the platform, descending from the edge of the van down onto the concrete of the parking lot.

Tyler Rayne: Appreciate it, kid, although watch the bumps next time.

Driver: Sorry, sir.

What would motivate Tyler Rayne to ask about bumps? He's someone who has seen his fair share of combat and should be able to take ample amounts of pain, even though his legs were shattered not that long ago.

Emerging from the back of the van is a busty blonde nurse. You can see everything when she makes her way down the stairs.

Richard Parker and all the males in attendance perk up, whistling like the desperate saps they are. The nurse gets behind Rayne and pushes his wheelchair forward toward the arena.

Really, how else would Tyler Rayne be catered for?

Once The Pimp is out of sight, five seconds elapse before the boisterous sound of a motorcycle engine invades the scene.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Only one man can justify riding a Harley, Christian Daniels.

Coming to a stop in the parking place next to his bike is a black Lamborghini Diablo.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

A lot of individuals on the roster have exquisite taste in cars, but none are insane enough to come up and invade Christian Daniels space.

Unless they were related to him of course.

The door shoots vertically into the air and out steps The Man in Black. He exchanges a glance with his brother and both sigh heavily.

Nick (OSV): This is going to get insane. Shakur, Rayne, and Daniels are all in the building. Dawkins. Tsonda, who knows if Lindsay Troy is hanging around.

Richard (OSV): Someone is gonna have their career shortened here tonight.

Devin Shakur: You see what I just saw?

Christian Daniels: Yep.

Devin Shakur: So I wasn't dreaming?

Christian Daniels: Nope.

Devin Shakur: ...Fuck.

Christian Daniels: Yeah.

Somewhere, a voice fires to life, cracked with static.

"This is not your usual Revolution…"

Madison Square Garden is packed, and every man, woman, and child rise to their feet and turn to the giant screen, looming large over the entrance ramp. There’s something in the air tonight – a chill in their bones.

"I repeat: this is NOT your usual Revolution."

Tyler Nelson (Rev 199): "…every PRIME roster member will be competing in one of a series of matches. Each match will feature five-man teams, competing in elimination style, until one team is completely eliminated."

Anticipation is rising. Building. Murmur grows to buzz. Buzz to static.

On the big screen, we see black and white images of Revolutions past fading in and out of each other in slow motion. Tony Rolo and Ian English. Alex Caine with his Global Championship. Black Angel, PRIME’s first Universal Champion, staring at his title. Angelo Deville making his return in late 2006. Nova and Tchu staring at each other across the battlefield in the heat of their epic battle. Karina Wolfenden and Hoyt Williams. The giant Boda, seeing years of hard work pay off with the Universal Championship in his grasp. Rock Startling. Sonny Silver, decked out backstage in a suit is split with an image of Sonny in the ring. Xavier Kannon and Tyler Nelson, past and present.

"This is not your usual Revolution."

Suddenly, pyros blast in every direction – every corner of the arena. The fans explode in unison as the driving rhythm of "Deathsmarch" by the Cancer Bats begins.

Our screen is overtaken by faster images. Action. Snap suplexes and destroyed tables. Garbage Bag Johnny’s Dumpster Dive and Jay Phoenix’s shooting star press. Flash to Kaiser Vashaun, standing on the second rope with his 5-Star Championship lifted above his head. Elise Ares leading Kazys Jankauskas out to the ring for their match against the American Revelation.

Day after day, another minute sold
Day after day, feel the bite from the wind and the cold
Seems fair enough, an even trade
Your time stolen for a minimum wage

Devin Shakur and Christian Daniels exchange devilishly dangerous smiles. Hessian walking out of Culture Shock, covered in blood. The look on Killean Sirrajin’s face while Tyler Nelson won’t allow him in the building. Flash to the look on Tyler Nelson’s face when he realizes Killean will be his partner tonight - mouths the words: "I AM CURRENTLY OUTRAGED!"

Night after night, with an end in sight
Night after night, just in time for the death of the light
The greatest times you've ever known
Never scared, never go it alone
Night after night, this feeling never grows older
Know you could do this over and over and...

Another Dumpster Dive from Garbage Bag Johnny, this one landing on Jason Snow, securing him a Dual Halo win and his place in the PRIME history books. Wade Elliot making his long-awaited return at Rev 184, smiling down at the ring from behind the wheel of a chevy.

Hey World, you'll never break me
Bring it on, give me your best shot
Hey World, you'll never break me
Try your hardest, try your hardest

Chainz, after winning his fifth straight, smiling – that’s menacing in itself. Bryan Dawkins standing over Devin Shakur and Christian Daniels – no more Mr. Nice Guy. Troy Douglas in the heat of the 2008 Dual Halo gritting his teeth and throwing an uppercut. Wicked Ways holding their tag team championships up, Ruby standing behind them, grinning.

Day after day, keeping you awake
Day after day, pushing on just as much as it takes
Feeling worn beyond your age
Is it worth it for the minimum wage?

Chandler Tsonda bloodied and bruised in the midst of battle with Tyler Rayne, face twisted in pain, trying not to tap out. Jon Rhine, defeating the odds and finally breaking Hessian’s winning streak, holding his newly won Intense Championship at UltraViolence. Tyler Nelson looking bitterly down at a less than satisfactory suit.

Night after night, with an end in sight
Night after night, just in time for the death of the light
The greatest times you've ever known
Never scared, never go it alone
Night after night, this feeling never grows older
Know you could do this over and over and...

The battle between Meat and Skillet – Skillet holding Meat in an armbar. Meat’s face smeared in agony. Up close shot of Jason Snow’s face locked bitterly in Tony Gamble’s "Smile For Me" back at Rev 112. The look of satisfaction on Jason Natas’ face after toying with Jay Phoenix. Duke Williams and his son, Hall of Famer Hoyt Williams, standing side by side. Devin Shakur smiling as he drives vicious kicks into Lindsay Troy’s midsection.

Hey World, you'll never break me
Bring it on, give me your best shot
Hey World, you'll never break me
Try your hardest, try your hardest

Jason Snow lands a superkick from the second turnbuckle on GBJ, who’s standing on the top rope amid an eruption of flashbulbs and effectively ending UltraViolence 2009. Tyler Nelson and Lisa Tyler, eyeing eachother hatefully. Flash to David Noble getting out of the way a moment before Bryan Dawkins cracks the steal ringpost.

Hey World, you'll never break me
Bring it on, give me your best shot
Hey World, you'll never break me
Try your hardest, try your hardest

Jason Snow and Kaiser Vashaun sharing the same ring at Revolution 198 – Lisa Tyler’s evil grin in the background. In each championship, we see the reflection of the other.

This is not your usual Revolution.

This is Revolution 200.

As the inital buzz of ReV 200 lingers, the PRIME*View crackles to life, showing a seated Lisa Tyler.  The shot centers Tyler; clearly, she is the focal point of what's about go down.

Lisa Tyler: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the historic 200th episode of ReVolution, coming to you live from the hallowed halls of Madison Square Garden!

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Sometimes, just sometimes, even Lisa Tyler can snag a cheap pop.

Lisa Tyler: Now, as you may have noticed, I was out of the office last week.  A snafu in my itinerary, courtesy of a mutinous employee, delivered me to an impoverished Central American destination, where I was forced to barter my backup set of heels for a bottle of clean drinking water.

The rising tension in the voice of the VP of Talent Relations is noticeable.  Reliving last week's tribulations is bringing back some painful memories.

Lisa Tyler: But now that I've been rightfully restored to my corporate throne, it's time to recover from the shambles of last week and deliver a truly groundbreaking experience, an absolute unforgettable show.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Lisa Tyler: So, with the inaugural match of my Power Play Elimination Challenge just minutes away, it's time to lay all the cards on the table.

The VP brushes a stray lock from her brow, eyes sizzling as they stare right at the camera.

Lisa Tyler: You see, tonight's winning teams will get something extremely special as a reward.  Every member of a team that wins its match tonight...will have a shot at a guaranteed match for the Universal Title.

Nick: (OSV) Holy mackerel!  A Universal Title shot is on the line!

Richard: (OSV) Nothing hotter than a woman spilling her secrets on camera.

Lisa Tyler: You see, there are five matches on the docket for tonight.  The main event will be an over-the-top battle royale.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Lisa Tyler: The second runner-up will receive an Intense Title shot, the first a 5-Star shot.  And the last PRIMEate standing...will have the aforementioned Universal Title shot, to be claimed at a time of their choosing.

Nick: (OSV) My goodness!  The boss has pulled out all the stops in an absolutely unprecedented fashion!

Richard: (OSV) I wish she'd pull out her sweater puppets in unprecedented fashion.

Lisa Tyler: So, to all those competing tonight, whether PRIMEates old or new, I wish you good luck.  I'm certain you'll all put on the greatest show ReV has ever seen.

We quickly shift outside of Lisa Tyler’s office to find the man who made a huge powerplay last week strolling confidently down the hallway.  Flanked by his newly re-hired head of security, Mr. Simmons, and dressed as dapperly as he can be in a cheap navy blue suit, the Greediest Player in the Game smugly approaches the Vice President of Talent Relations’ door.  Of course, that particular door has a mountain of a man standing post in front of it.  The massive Dametreyus Fuqueiawytas spots the oncoming duo, but barely acknowledges their arrival.  Nelson smirks arrogantly as he takes a position behind the secret service agent look-alike Mr. Simmons, who at six feet, two hundred ten pounds is dwarfed by Dam. 

Tyler:  Welcome back, Mr. Fuqueiawytas.  It was most unfortunate to see you sequestered down in that third world hell hole last week.  Hopefully Ms. Tyler apologized profusely for her inability to make proper travel arrangements.

Dam looks through Mr. Simmons, casting a menacing glare at the King of Greed.  The cockiness that had been swelling inside of Nelson subsides slightly.  Dam has that affect on many people.  After a few awkward moments,  Nelson adjusts his tie and lightly clears his throat.

Tyler:  Well, is she still in there?

Dam nods once and reaches behind his back, turning the knob on the door.  Nelson moves to enter the room, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Dam.  He pauses briefly and barks an order to Mr. Simmons.

Tyler:  You stand guard out here and make sure no unwanted guests come in.  (looks up at Dam)  No offense.

Nelson disappears into the office as Simmons cautiously takes up post outside the office….albeit a few feet to the left of Dam.

Inside the office, the arrogance rears its ugly head again as Nelson comes face to face with Lisa Tyler.  The Vice President of Talent Relations fires off an icy glare that crosses the bow of the King of Greed.  It misses.

Tyler:  How was your stay in Nicaragua, Lisa?  I hear those Nicaraguan police are famous for body cavity searches.  I trust they made it as painless as possible.

Lisa:  Nothing is quite as painful as seeing your smug face, once again interrupting the actual adults who work here.

Tyler: (smirks)  I’ll take that as a compliment.

Lisa:  Take it however you like.  Now if you don’t mind telling me what you’re doing here, that would be great.  I’ve got a big night ahead of me.

Nelson slithers into a chair opposite Lisa’s desk, settling in rather comfortably.

Tyler:  Perhaps you’d like to reconsider your position and let me help run things since last week went so smashingly well.

A cold stare is Lisa’s only response.

Tyler:  Awfully quiet this week, aren’t we?  Do last week’s ratings numbers have you dumfounded?  I can hardly imagine that you’ve ever seen anything like them.

Lisa:  I have seen them as a matter of fact.  Impressive, but hardly unexpected given the show that I left you to work with.

Nelson chuckles, shaking his head slightly from side to side.

Tyler:  Oh no….you’ll get absolutely no credit for last week’s monster numbers.  The Board already sent several congratulatory fruit baskets.

Lisa:  Is there a particular reason you’re here, because if not I have a rather large black man standing outside the door that would love nothing more than to gently escort you from my office.

Lisa simply fumes, and Nelson concedes to move on to another topic of his interest.

Tyler:  Actually, we need to have a little chat about this match you’ve booked me in later tonight.  More specifically, one of the members if my team.

Lisa:  What, uncomfortable working with Wolfenden because she’s a woman?

A gasp goes up amongst the crowd as they realize that the Hall of Famer is in attendance tonight, potentially on Nelson's tea.

Tyler:  That’s another issue for another time.  More pressing is the fact that you’ve included Killean Sirrajin on the same team as me.  You can see that there are obvious conflicts of interest there.

A smile is finally able to sneak across the lips of Lisa Tyler.

Lisa:  Actually, we were just talking about that.

Nelson gets a puzzled look on his face.

Tyler:  We?

Lisa motions with her head toward the back corner of the room.  Nelson shrinks in his chair as he slowly turns his head.  His face goes pale as his mouth goes slightly agape, for sitting on a couch, unnoticed by the Greediest Player in the Game when he so confidently entered the office, is none other than The Supreme Machine, Killean Sirrajin.

RRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

The arena explodes seeing The PRIME Choice finally in close proximity to Tyler Nelson.  The King of Greed feels ill, while Killean simply smirks.  He’s peculiarly calm as he pops a few grapes from the tray on the table in front of him into his mouth.

Killean:  Long time no see, Ty.

Nelson smiles nervously then turns back toward Lisa, who is grinning from ear to ear.

Tyler:  Is this some kind of sick joke?

Lisa:  Some problem?  You’re the one who barged in on my office, where a friend was relaxing.

Tyler:  You knew I’d be coming in here to gloat….that’s why he’s in here!  This is a trap, plain and simple!  SIMMONS!!  GET IN HERE!!

Killean:  Awwwww now come on Tyler. You gotta be givin' me a little more credit than that.

Tyler:  SIIIMMMMOOONNNS!!

Sirrajin cracks his knuckles, elevating the paranoia of the Man of Greed with each spine tingling pop.  The security guard enters the room as Nelson rises from his chair, motioning for Mr. Simmons to take a position between himself and The PRIME Choice.  Sirrajin, for his part, seems content to just smile and down a few more grapes.

Killean:  Don't worry. We're ok, man. The past is the past so let's leave it there and focus on future endeavors.

Nelson casts a wary eye toward his former Chosen One.

Tyler:  So it’s all water under the bridge then?

Killean:  Can’t go back and change it,  now can we?

Tyler:  Well, I’m glad that you’ve finally seen the light.  Hopefully you can talk some sense into Lisa and show her the error of her ways.

Killean:  We were just discussing some solutions when you came in.  I’m sure we can come up with something.

Nelson’s fear subsides somewhat.  Things went well last week, and this week is looking up as well.  He turns to Lisa, his trademark arrogant smirk spreading across his face once again.

Tyler:  Listen to your friend’s advice, Lisa.  Make the decision that’s right for PRIME.

Lisa:  I'm listening to many of the things Killean has to say, Nelson.  Don't you worry.

The grin on Lisa’s face is somewhat disturbing, but Nelson pays her no mind.  He taps Simmons on the shoulder and motions for him to follow him out of the office.

Killean:  I’ll catch up to you later on, Ty.

The tone and wording send a small chill up Nelson’s spine, bringing a frown to his face.  But he’s probably just being a little paranoid.

"One plus two plus two plus two plus one plus one plus two plus one plus two plus three plus two.."

The voice spoke in time with the mop gliding across the floor. The long hallway needed to be cleaned, and it was his job to do so. His pride and joy. This hallway. It was his. His destiny.

"…plus four plus one plus three plus six plus one plus one plus one plus two plus…"

His red hat covered his eyes as he stared at the tiles below him, counting how many tiles the mop’s dingy threads touched with one sweep. In his head it made sense. The body inside the coveralls was always different. He was always unique. He was always unlikely and unliked and unappreciated and unreliable and unremarkable.

"…plus one plus one plus one plus one plus two…"

One quarter of the longest hallway in America had been cleaned spotlessly. Over his shoulder, the shine in the floor looks impeccable. He took a deep breath, admiring his handiwork. Seconds later, a bell rang, inexplicably. Children with muddy shoes poured out of the doors, on either side of the hallway. From behind, his head dips, looking at the floor, and the work ahead of him again.

The stampede stops as it starts, but the damage is done. The janitor simply places his mop in the bucket, and walks to the other end of the hall to start again.

"You ready for tonight?"

Marquis smiles at the question tossed his way by his partner.

Marquis Peeples: Damn right I'm ready, Ty.

Tyrell, taping up his left hand, sits on the opposite side of his partner.

Tyrell Dawkins: Just making sure, because it isn't like we have a lot of support out there right now.

Marquis Peeples: You mean from the guys in the back, or the people in the crowd?

Tyrell continues to tape up his hand, looking down at the floor as he does so.

Tyrell Dawkins: A little bit of both, to tell you the truth. Not many people give a damn about us. I don't know if it is because we choose not to treat them like trash, or because Elise Ares has a better ass.

Marquis chuckles softly, pulling his shirt over the top of his head.

Marquis Peeples: Speak for yourself, old man. I have a nice toosh.

Tyrell laughs, not really expecting that. It does wonders to lighten the mood though.

Tyrell Dawkins: You know what I mean, Marq. I wanted us to come out here and make a difference, but all we have been able to do is make the crowd chant boring.

Marquis Peeples: It was our first match.

Tyrell Dawkins: First match or last match, it really doesn't matter. My point is, that we need to be better than everyone else. We don't have the crutch of being assholes to carry us, so we're going to have to make sure that we go out there and give it our all. Don't hold anything back out there, Marq.

Marquis just smiles.

Marquis Peeples: I never do, Ty. Eventually you're going to have to come to terms with the fact that this place isn't the best place to try and be different. I'm not saying we should be pricks, but we have to assert ourselves.

Tyrell Dawkins: You're probably right, but let's try it my way a little while longer... Someone is bound to realize that they can like us just because we're good wrestlers, not just because we can swear and cheat like everyone else.

Marq shrugs his shoulders.

Marquis Peeples: Whatever you say, man. Let's just hurry up before we're late to our match.

Tyrell Dawkins: Pfft... I'm just waiting on you.

Marquis Peeples: Yeah, sure you are.

A screech of brakes, as a Black Cherokee jeep suddenly stops, followed by a hastily slammed door, heralds the entrance of Jay Phoenix at the PRIME arena. Grabbing a bag from the trunk he throws his keys at a young man in a ‘PRIME crew’ t-shirt without even looking his way. A few fans lucky enough to be near the parking lot call out his name, knowing that Phoenix always has time for his fans, but are disappointed as he ignores them and just keeps walking, shoulders tight.

Nick: Now here is a man with an axe to grind.

Richard: Would you check that look on Jay Phoenix's face? Something tells me he ain't here to have fun tonight, Nick.

Nick: Of course not. Over the past few weeks Jay Phoenix has been made to look like a complete fool by Jason Natas. Week after week, the roughneck New Yorker has made it his business to belittle Phoenix and rub his face in the mud, even going so far as to lay his hands on Rick, Jay's partner...

Richard: The lack of physical effort that it's taken on Jason's behalf to accomplish this is what gets me, Nick. This is not a man known for psychological warfare. A lot of people may have written Jason Natas off as being just another thick-skulled brawler, but he's shown recently that he doesn't have to use his fists to solve a problem. He's shown himself to be a vicious, manipulative son of a match, and that only makes him all the more dangerous.

Nick: At this rate he's going to push Phoenix to breaking point though, Richard, and I can't imagine that being too pleasant for Jason.

Richard: Last time he ‘broke’ the monster known as Ember was unleashed, which is how we in PRIME were introduced to Jay Phoenix – the normally happy go lucky fan favourite was only known here as a sadistic masked man. I am sure that Nats wouldn’t want THAT man after him!

Nick: Probably true, but I wasn’t talking about the alter ego, as everything that we have seen and heard tells us he is gone for good. No, Jay Phoenix is one of the most decorated athletes this sport has ever seen, and the lack of respect he's been shown by Natas is absolutely disgusting. Sooner rather than later, Jason is going to get what's coming to him.

He steps through the parking lot like a man with something to prove and a wild-eyed look in his eyes. Jay Phoenix, pro-wrestling legend, lowered to little more than a primal hunter. Power Play isn't at the top of his agenda; it's apparent from the way he's barrelling towards the arena. Win or loss, he couldn't care less. There are more important things to do tonight (read: introducing Jason Natas' face to a concrete floor).

Reaching the wrestler's entrance, Jay stops and casts his eye across the barren garage, making sure that no nook or cranny is left untouched before he enters the arena proper. He squints in the dim light and sees nought but parked cards and security staffers hovering around, making sure that no shenanigans are afoot.

"Lookin' for someone, boyo?"

A nicotine-ravaged voice pierces the night air. Jay Phoenix and about twenty thousand PRIME fans recognise it immediately.

The nimble grappler spins on his heel towards the voice's source immediately. Settles back into a fighting stance, teeth clenched and eyes burning. Didn't expect this opportunity to prevent itself so early.

Only things aren't as straightforward as Jay might've hoped. They never are.

Nick: ... what the?!

Jason Natas is there, all right. But he hasn't come alone. Dressed in a pair of old Wranglers, a black Pitchfork Hardwear tee and some old, beaten-up Dr. Martens, the unshaven ruffian with the tattooed face pulls his ever-present Marlboro Red from his dry, cracked lips and smiles from behind a well of Enemigos.

Natas: Ain't a good night t'be doin' a little huntin', 'specially when the prey ain't playin' ball.

Phoenix's first reaction is to dart forth and smash Jason in the jaw, but he changes his mind when he sees the sheer volume of men standing between him and The Anti-Superstar. Six or seven of them at least - maybe eight, even - standing with their arms folded across their puffed out chests. Separated, the Enemigos weren't exactly potent fighters, but it would take a pretty remarkable feat for Phoenix to eliminate eight of them AND Jason Natas.

Richard: I told you Jason was smarter than he looks!

Nick: What a cowardly move! If Jason Natas was as tough as everyone thinks he is, he'd fight Jay head-on, not hide behind an army of Mexicans...

Richard: It's all part of the plan to tighten the screw, Nick. Nothing more. You gonna call Jason Natas a "coward" to his face?

Nick: ...

Richard: Exactly!

Even realising that the numbers are against him Phoenix moves forwards, slightly, eyes darting backwards and forwards as he tries to find an gap – anything – in the wall of constantly moving masked men, but can't quite find an opening. They're keeping their shape, showing no signs of splitting. And Jason Natas? He loves it.

Natas: Suggest ya don't be doin' anythin' stupid now, Flamebird. Gotta wrestle t'night after all. Don't wanna be crawlin' inta Lisa Tyler's office 'fore yer match, tellin' her 'bout how ya can't get in th' ring t'night 'cause ya get yer ass kicked by a bunch 'a fuckin' Twigletmen...

Phoenix: Call them off, Jason. Face me like a man...

It's hard for Jay to enunciate the words, and he does so with fists clenched and teeth gritted.

Natas: Heh. Here was me thinkin' you'd LOVE bein' stuck in a dark garage with nine muscle-bound dudes...

The straw that broke the camel's back.

Suddenly Jay Phoenix surges forward. He's had enough. He launches his body in Natas' direction, who flinches slightly but, with a smile, recovers himself as Phoenix only meets a solid wall of Enemigos, who – after a volatile, but ultimately futile, struggle - push the high-flyer to the ground. Jay struggles, twisting and squirming and, with a burst of effort – kicking and throwing the men from him - he brakes free. Lashing out he strikes again quickly, and manages to throw a fist at Jason this time. It glides harmless passed the Anti-Superstar's cheek before he's beaten back by Jason's jobber army again.

Nick: He can't get through!

Natas: Whoa! Easy there, Queenie. Throwin' 'em weak-ass queer punches at me's the last thing ya wanna be doin' t'night...

If Jay's anger would subside long enough to allow him to form a sentence, he'd tell Jason that his mindset was quite the opposite.

Instead he watches The Anti-Superstar reach into his pocket. He pulls out a dog-eared, poorly-folded sheet of A4 paper and unfolds it in front of him.

Richard: What's Jason got there?

Pinching the top and bottom ends of the sheet, Jason holds it up for Phoenix to see.

Phoenix: ... what's that supposed to be?

Natas: This? This is yer fuckin' epitaph, boyo. See, kinda figured ya'd be up for doin' all kinds 'a stupid shit t'night, what with yer boy gettin' knocked down like a mincin' lil' bitch an' all, so I paid ol' LT a lil' visit. Turns out she wa'nt too keen on seein' a cunt like you gettin' himself all fucked-up by gettin' inta some shit with a cunt like me either...

Phoenix: What the hell are you talking about?!

Jason rolls his eyes.

Natas: Do the fuckin' math, Flamer. S'fucking simple. You touch me tonight, your ass is out on the street, simple as that. You miss the match, and you get fined ta boot!
Phoenix: You think that I give a damn about any of that? Tyler – whichever of them is running this place tonight – can fine me as much as they want; it won’t stop me. I am going to get you, Natas, I am going to make you pay for what you did. You are going to suffer and I don’t care what happens to me to …

Natas: To you? Fairy nuff. But what about that little blonde boy ‘a yours?

Phoenix: … what?

Natas: That’s right, he’s here. Saw him arrive about ten minutes ago. And a lotta bad people goin' roun' this place, ya know. Could run inta some trouble, he doesn't look after himself ...

Phoenix: Is that a threat?!

Natas: I don’t do threats they’re as pointless as … well as you, actually.

Phoenix: I’m wanring you, don’t you lay a hand on him, Natas, don’t even look at him the wrong way!

Natas: It would be a terrible, terrible shame to leave that fuckin' fag hag 'a yours all alone in this big, nasty arena, wouldn’t it, boyo? Maybe you should listen to Tyler and keep ya filthy hands of me.

If you thought Jay Phoenix was mad before, you ain't seen nothing yet.

Phoenix: Let.Me.Go!

Natas: Fine – ya be a good boy and keep out of my way, though, boyo.

With a grin, Natas pushes the paper back into his pocket and, whistling, strolls away from the garage, moving towards the innards of the arena proper. Phoenix feels his blood behind to boil as his face turns a deeper shade of crimson. Despite his struggles the group of men have him held to tightly to escape so all he can do is shout after the retreating Natas’ back.

Phoenix: This isn’t over, Natas. I am going to make you hurt; I am going to make you bleed … and that IS a threat!

As Natas moves out of sight his mocking laughter is all that can be heard.

Nick: Our first match of the evening...could contain pretty much anybody on the roster.

Richard: Not to mention after what we just heard from Lisa Tyler, they are going to advance on and participate in a battle royal.

Nick: That will be nothing short of a barn burner. Twenty people vying for three Championship shots.

Richard: And you thought the roster of PRIME was violent before. Ho man, you haven't seen anything yet.

Nick: Well we have to call this first match. You ready to do this?

Richard: Ready as I'll ever be.

Nick: Let's take to Vince Howard for the ring introductions.

Vince Howard: The following contest is the first of our Four Power Play matches scheduled for this evening.

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Vince Howard: The rules are as followed: One team must be completely eliminated for the other to win. The winning team will advance onto the battle royal slated for the end of the evening. Introducing team number one...

The freakish sound of Falling Away From Me by Korn resonates throughout the Garden speakers. Instantly, the crowd produces a massive wave of heel heat, because they know at least two of the participants in the opening contest.

Richard: Wicked Ways sighting, baby!

Walking out from under the curtain are Scraps and Rippa, with Giancarlo Coppano from Copps and Roberts stuck in the middle. Standing behind them are Kazys Jankauskas and Elise Ares, the Wolves of Slaughter.

Vince Howard: At a combined weight of 1109 pounds...Giancarlo Coppano, Elise Ares, Kazys Jankauskas, Rippa and Scraps...Team Number 1!

Nick: This is an interesting yet talented collection of superstars.

Richard: I think this team has the potential to go all the way.

Nick: Are you referring to the team or Elise?

Richard: Would it matter, both apply.

Nick: The Tag Team Champions and perhaps the hottest tag team in PRIME right now, and throw in one half of Copps and Roberts. I wouldn't say that is a bad lineup.

Richard: Plus, 80 percent of the team is notorious for cheating and I bet you are going to see a lot of that this evening.

Nick: I wouldn't put it past them. Coppano might be the lone figure who actually goes about it the right way.

Richard: So they can thank him after they give him his spot in the rumble.

Nick: Well we have to see who their opponents are first.

Vince Howard: Introducing Team Number 2...

"Heart Stops" by Flame kicks in over the speakers and the Garden is ready to get kickin with The Redeemed.

If this match didn't suck I would kick my own ass for making such a stupid line. Yes that is my way of saying this match is terrible. Sorry, kids. Lindz is bad at matchwriting (her words not mine) and Chris already wrote a battle royal today.

Stepping out with their ultimate swag on, Tyrell Dawkins and Marquis Peeples give mad props to the crowd. God, kill me now, this is only gonna get worse. Standing behind them are equally energetic tag team Dexter Carroll and Toby Jenkins. Bringing up the rear, great now I'm using Mariotti references, is Finn Roberts, the other half of Copps and Roberts.

Nick: Oh, now this is gonna be an interesting pairing.

Richard: Read: Somebody gonna get their asses kicked when this match stops.

Nick: Coppano and Roberts are on opposite sides of the coin and could very well have to wrestle one another here in this match.

Alright, I'm just gonna put an end to this.

Vince Howard: Introducing Team Number 2...The Redeemed, American Revelation and Finn Roberts!

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Both teams in the ring now, and it's decided that Roberts is going to start it off for the defacto Faces in the match.  In the other corner, Kazys stands stoically on the outside of the ring next to Giancarlo Coppano, more than content to let Rippa and Scraps work out who wants to start the match off.  Elise Ares, on the other hand, is too busy looking for autograph books to sign for the fans, who do nothing but boo her.

Nick: Looks like it's going to be Rippa facing off against Roberts to start this match off.

Richard: It's a damn shame these fans aren't being more accommodating towards Elise.  Don't they know they're in the presence of a super-duper mega star?

Nick: That young lady's ego, if continued to let grow, is going to slowly get as bad as our Universal Champion's.

Richard: Blasphemy!  The MERE SIGHT of Jason Snow has been KNOWN to--

Nick: We get it, we get it.

Collar and elbow tie-up in the ring, and Rippa overpowers Roberts, pushing him away and onto the mat.  The force of the shove sends Roberts nearly head-over-heels.  He gets to his feet, glaring.  Rippa just laughs and motions Roberts to come have another go at him.  As soon as Roberts charges forward, Rippa tags in Scraps, who comes barreling into the ring with a clothesline that sends Roberts down to the mat again.  Scraps starts in with the heavy boots to Roberts' midsection, while Coppano scowls at the beating his tag partner is getting.

Nick: Coppano's not looking too thrilled at Scraps going to town on Roberts.

Richard: That's the way the cookie's crumbled in this match.  Either Coppano sucks it up for the good of his team, or he goes against the grain and against his teammates.  And I'll tell you this, I wouldn't want to be getting on Scraps' bad side.

Roberts tries in vain to cover up against the stomps to his chest, but it's to no avail.  Scraps, having had enough of that folly for the time being, drags Roberts up and Irish-whips him into a neutral corner.  He moves to follow in with a clothesline, but Roberts ducks out of the way at the last minute.  Scraps hits the turnbuckle chest-first, which allows Roberts the opportunity to start his own series of kicks and punches.

Nick: Roberts trying to get something going here.

With Scraps neutralized momentarily, Roberts hooks him up in a chancery and sends him over with a snap suplex.  Hanging on, he rolls Scraps up to his feet and hits another snap suplex.  Again, he hangs on to go for a third try, but Scraps blocks the attempt and quickly catches Roberts with a Fisherman's suplex.  He hangs on for the pin:

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During the pinfall attempt, Elise manages to find her way back to her corner, inquiring to Kazys what she missed.  This gets the attention of Coppano, who turns his head to look at The Swaggeriffic One with an eyebrow raised.  Before he knows it, he's getting tagged in by Scraps.

Richard: HA!  Brilliant!  No choice for Coppano now!

Giancarlo looks at Scraps, who just smirks in reply.  The referee begins counting out Coppano for not being inside the ring where he belongs.  The Jersey Prince slowly climbs into the ring and tries for a quick-tag out, but all four of his teammates hop off the apron.  Faced with no choice, he turns to his tag partner and drags him up off the canvas.  He sends three hard punches to Roberts' face and follows with an uppercut.  Roberts staggers, then fires off a punch of his own.  Coppano reels from the blow and Roberts grabs his arm to send him into the ropes.  Giancarlo reverses and sends Finn for a ride instead.  The Irish King of Submission rebounds and ducks under the clothesline attempt from his tag partner, runs against the far ropes, comes back towards Coppano, who catches him in the stomach with a boot.  He hooks him and sends him up and over with a German Suplex.

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Richard: What the deuce?

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Everybody stands around and looks rather confounded. Referee Elvis Nixon looks at the situation for a moment and then goes over to Vince Howard, whispering something into his ear. The ring announcer puts the microphone up to his lips.

Vince Howard: Ladies and Gentlemen, both Coppano and Roberts shoulders were on the canvas when the referee counted there. Therefore, both members have been eliminated from the match.

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Nick: Wow.

Richard: That's a way to speed up the action.

Nick: I don't know how many double eliminations I have seen in Survivor Ser-

Richard: POWER PLAY!

Nick: -Ies matches before.

Richard: Well, we're going to have to move on. No sense in crying over spilled milk. Hit the bricks, kids.

After the awkwardness of a double eliminations, both teams chat amongst themselves briefly to figure out the next person representing each of them. Dexter Carroll steps into the ring from American Revelation while Scraps steps in for Wicked Ways. Rippa gives him a little instruction and the smaller man locks up with Carroll. Scraps goes low and swings around behind, looking to bring Carroll up and give him a nasty slam into the canvas. However, Carroll blocks, applies a standing switch and flips Scraps overhead in a reverse fireman's carry. Rippa takes a step in the ring, but Carroll is ready for him, backflipping through the air and landing an AJ Styles Pele kick. Rippa falls through the ropes, almost kicking Elise Ares in the head and sending her to the apron. Carroll brings Scraps over to the corner and tags out to Marquis Peeples.

Nick: Power versus speed here, which one is going to come out on top?

Peeples puts Scraps against the ropes, but doesn't go for the Irish whip. Instead, he takes a hold of him underneath the arms and sends him for a ride across the ring. Scraps stumbles back to his feet and refuses a tag from Rippa or Kazys, feeling a little insulted that someone was able to toss him around with such ease. Scraps walks up to Peeples and smacks the taste out of his mouth. Peeples tilts his head back and goes for a massive punch, but Scraps backs himself into the corner, begging and pleading for Peeples not to hurt him.

Nick: What kind of shady move is that?

Richard: The kind that provides isolation.

Scraps has backed himself far enough into the corner where he can make a tag out to Kazys and catch Peeples by surprise with a staggering right hand. Kazys steps between the ropes and leaps on top of Peeples, driving right hands into his head. Iron Wolf rolls back and tags in Elise Ares, who ascends the ropes quickly and somersaults out onto Peeples. Much to her dismay, he is able to catch her and send her flying back into her own corner with a Razor's Edge throw. Scraps gets himself tagged back in, rushes forward and is sent into the opposing corner. Peeples caves him in with a clothesline and follows up with a bulldog. Cover.

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Scraps kicks out. Peeples keeps a hold of the arm, short arm scissoring and tagging Carroll back into the match. He springboards onto the top rope and comes down with a foot stomp across the bicep. Scraps grunts and groans, now stuck in the opposing corner. Technical wrestling is not his forte. He's a cheater by trade.

Carroll puts Scraps onto the top rope, decks him with a right hand, brings the top half of his body down, and falls backwards, landing a Muscle Buster. He makes a cover.

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Elise Ares dazzles photographers by landing a 720 splash, caving in the back of Dexter Carroll. Elvis Nixon screams at her to back up and she reluctantly does so, but the clutch assist provides Scraps with an avenue, and after the small beating he endured a moment ago, he's not foolish enough to pass it up. He picks Carroll up and wallops him with the Doin Work superkick. Kazys and Elise hop into the ring to prevent anybody from the opposing side interfering.

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Eliminated: Dexter Carroll

Nick: Another member from the good guys eliminated.

Scraps rolls over to his corner and tags in The Havana Harlot. Elise Ares bolts into the ring, but has to deal with a hot as fire Tyrell Dawkins rushing in, knocking her inside out with a massive lariat. The Havana Harlot rolls over onto her stomach and pushes off the canvas, still a tad woozy and stumbling back into the corner. Dawkins is all too happy to crush her much smaller frame and launch her out with a wrist clutch overhead suplex. He swivels the hips around and keeps hold of Ares, who puts her foot into his midsection and looks to push off. However, she doesn't have any luck, only making the vice grip on her own wrists tighter. Dawkins does a little dance and throws her over in a second suplex. Ares manages to push off the ropes and get on top of Dawkins, their wrists still locked.

Richard: Now that is a position most men would love to be in.

Dawkins, however, is not one of them, using his tree trunk legs to lift Ares off the ground and twist her around, dropping her in a backslide.

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Sneaking in from both sides and ducking out before Elvis Nixon can properly admonish them is Wicked Ways, a double dropkick catching Dawkins on each side of the head. Ares rolls on her sides, leaving her arms off the ground, and tags in Kazys Jankauskas. Evening out the playing field, Dawkins is taken from the mat and given a vicious knee to the head. Iron Wolf lays on the heat, flinging Dawkins over his head and driving his knee into the gut, holding onto the position and pulling him back over with a fallaway suplex. Cover.

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Dawkins kicks out thanks to a well placed boot from fellow Redeemed member, Marquis Peeples. Ares and Scraps shoot around the sides of Elvis Nixon and go to work on the opposing corner, using their combination of power and strength as a distraction.

Nick: Elvis is going to have his hands full in this match, as if he hasn't already.

Richard: Notice Rippa was the only one who didn't leave the apron, and now he's coming into the ring.

The Swedish Shark gives Kazys a well placed hand, delivering a low kick straight to the package. Kazys kicks Dawkins in the midsection and hoists him high into the air, half of his body over the shoulder and half in front, in place for Rippa to grab a hold of the neck. Dropping down with a massive amount of force, Kazys and Rippa land a spiked version of Kryzhiu Kalnas, the Crucifix Piledriver. If that move isn't damaging enough, The Swedish Shark yanks him back up for another round, military pressing Dawkins over his head, dropping him down in a rapid fire Brainbuster DDT. Kazys assumes position with a cover and Rippa go back to the apron while Elise and Scraps are done brawling with Jenkins and Peeples. Cover.

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Eliminated: Tyrell Dawkins

Nick: That does not leave Jenkins and Peeples in a good spot. They have found themselves deep in a hole here and we're not that far into the contest.

Richard: Two full tag teams on the other side, this is going to be a massacre.

Jenkins comes into the ring for his team. Scraps dives back into the action, landing a right hand on Toby Jenkins. The high flyer of Wicked Ways shoots Jenkins into the ropes, gets reversed and back body dropped through the air. Scraps dashes back to his feet and gets thrown over in a hip toss. Once again, he gets up and downed, this time with a dropkick.

Nick: Jenkins has to keep the pace aggressive.

Richard: Might not be able to.

Showing their gang mentality, Elise Ares springboards onto the top rope, looking to provide a distraction by flying through the air in a cross body. Jenkins hits the deck, letting her fly overhead and onto the other side of the ring. Peeples points and laughs at the fallen Havana Harlot, while Rippa and Kazys jump in at the same time, delivering dual shoulder blocks and bailing Scraps out of trouble. Rippa tags himself back in, hammering Jenkins with a double ax handle and following that up with a lock of the hand and twirl around for a pump handle slam.

Nick: If they are able to land another elimination.

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While Peeples might have been laughing at Ares, he was still paying attention and managed to break up the count.

Nick: I can't imagine Peeples and the rest of his team are normally the people who have to stoop down on the level of Wicked Ways and Wolves of Slaughter, but at this rate it might be the only way they can survive the match.

Richard: I still don't like their odds. Each person would have to average beating two on the other team. Even though they have fresh legs, will these guys really be able to convert?

Nick: That is what we are going to find out.

Jankauskas gets Jenkins off the canvas and and fires him off into the ropes, landing an elbow and spinning around, grabbing the neck and pulling down into a Christian like neckbreaker. Jenkins reaches his hand out and looks for the tag, but Peeples is about six feet away. Jankauskas reaches back and tags in Rippa, who comes through the ropes, hoists Jenkins up and drops him in an atomic drop. Rippa hits the ropes, running ahead, looking for a flying clothesline.

Nick: Big man looking to get airborne.

Richard: Wrap this up-

Nick: Jenkins duck out of the way.

Jenkins somehow finds it in him to get out of the way, letting Rippa smack the canvas. Scraps saves his partner from immediate danger, smacking him on the back as he exits the ring. He springboards into the ring and flies across in a cross body. Jenkins shows amazing strength, catching the 219 pound Tag Champion, locking him in a bear hug and planting him straight down with a gruesome jawbreaker.

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Elise Ares steps through the ropes, adamant that Scraps is not going to be eliminated from the contest. However, she runs into a big problem when Jenkins uses her as a step ladder, pushing off and swinging around for a big time DDT.

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Richard: How do you justify doing that to someone with such a great ass?

Nick: I'll bet you say that about all the wrestlers on the DVD editorials.

Richard: ...

Jenkins gets the crowd on their feet with the swinging DDT, effectively taking Ares out of the interference game for the time being. Kazys steps through the ropes and charges wildly with a clothesline, but Jenkins ducks underneath. Peeples rushes at the abdomen while Jenkins springboards off the ropes and hits a pair of knees into the back of the neck. Peeples explodes with a spear and the picture perfect timing leaves Jankauskas crushed like a pancake. Rippa is left to make the save, but Jenkins catches him with a knee lift. Peeples comes down with an elbow and drags The Swedish Shark halfway into the ring while Jenkins goes to the outside. He springboards onto the top rope and arches himself backwards, landing a magnificent shooting star press legdrop. Rippa folds up, legs behind his head.

This leaves Scraps to springboard high into the air and look for an all or nothing move. Peeples turns around, capturing him around the waist and slinging him around like a rag doll, eventually dumping him after three revolutions with a black hole slam. Cover.

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Eliminated: Scraps

Nick: Scraps has been eliminated. Now Peeples and Jenkins are facing 3 to 2 odds.

Richard: If they can have good enough chemistry...They might only just get the shit beaten out of them.

Nick: Stay classy, RP.

Richard: Always do.

Toby Jenkins takes the center of the ring against Kazys Jankauskas, engaging in a collar and elbow tie up. Kazys goes for the obvious backpedalling into the corner, but Jenkins drops away and sneaks a fireman's carry in, bringing Iron Wolf over and twisting his arm around, wrenching in the arm drag. Kazys tries to swing himself around, but Jenkins spins the arm around behind the back, flips over the back, around the side and hits a la magistral roll up.

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Ares saves him from danger, a theme present for the entire match. Peeples throws his arms out in a "What do we have to do" manner. Rippa sticks his arm out for the tag, but Jenkins drags him away and gets Peeples involved. He takes Iron Wolf, spins the arm around and hoists him off the ground, dropping him down in a sidewalk slam. Peeples tags back in Jenkins, who drops an elbow across the forehead. Another cover. Peeples keeps watch on the opposing corner.

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Jankauskas with a kickout. Peeples reaches in for his own tag and gets assisted with a Jenkins forearm. Peeples uses the distraction to sneak behind Iron Wolf, wrap his arms around the waist and fling the big man overhead with a German suplex. Peeples shows his pure strength, keeping the arms locked and digging the body lock in. Jankauskas can't attack if he can't take in air. He throws an elbow back, but Peeples slides out of the way and goes for his second consecutive German suplex. On the way up, Jenkins tags back in and hops between the ropes, darting straight at Iron Wolf and clotheslining him in perfect rhythm with Peeples overhead throw. Jenkins dives on top for the cover while Peeples hits the deck.

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Ares springboards into the ring and is able to deliver a flashbulb popping legdrop halfway across the ring. She tugs on Iron Wolf and gets Rippa into the match by extending her partner's hand. The Swedish Shark delivers a shoulder into Jenkins, backing him into the ropes. Jenkins comes out into the middle of the ring and gets brought up and then down with a Death Valley Driver. Rippa moves to a mount position and applies a chokehold. Elvis Nixon rushes in and tries to get a break on the action, but Rippa isn't the kind of person who negotiates with many.

Nick: Come on, he's just trying to torture the kid now.

Richard: That is what veterans are supposed to do, give these young pups a lesson in hard knocks.

After threatening him with disqualification and making a motion toward the time keeper, Rippa relinquishes his hold and transfers into a side head lock, pulling himself up and back into the corner. Jenkins gets a standing switch and lands a Russian leg sweep. He didn't see the blind tag by Ares. Going down for the cover, Ares takes advantage and lands a legdrop across the back of the head. She doesn't go for a cover, tagging in Kazys.

Nick: We are witnessing an exhibition in tag team wrestling from all of these competitors.

Richard: Enthralling stuff to watch.

Iron Wolf lifts Jenkins from the canvas and cracks him across a bended knee with the backbreaker. He stretches out the neck and lower body, leaning himself back for Ares to get back into the match. She contorts her body, split legging across the top rope and throwing both of her knees into the windpipe of Jenkins.

Nick: Now that was ten shades of illegal.

Richard: She can probably get away with a head shot on that one.

Nick: There are some ulterior meanings in that message.

Richard: Oh yeah.

Ares lifts Jenkins up from the canvas, but doesn't anticipate the lift into the air from the vibrant youngster, who spins her around and lands a cradle shock. Cover.

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Ares has to kick out for herself on that one. Peeples halfway across the ring behind Nixon's back to impede Rippa and Kazys. Jenkins struggles to his feet while Ares checks to see if her neck is still attached to the rest of her body.

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Nick: He's not related to...

Richard: No

Nick: Thank God.

One half of American Revelation manages to beat Ares to a standing position and catches her with a punch to the gut, pulling her back in a sitdown STO. Ares flips over onto her back and Jenkins goes for the elimination.

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Kazys Jankauskas decides to take the calculated risk and bolt across the ring, dropping an elbow across the back. Peeples, having had enough of the double and triple teaming, drops down and rushes around the right side of the ring. Elvis Nixon goes out to try and prevent him from getting to the opposing corner, but he is able to break through, yanking Rippa from the apron and pounding him against the barricade. The front row fans cheer like a pack of dogs, encouraging Peeples to let all of his aggression hang out.

Nick: Peeples giving this triumvirate a taste of their own medicine.

Peeples thinks he is making a great move, but in reality he is significantly hurting his team. Kazys and Ares are able to get around Jenkins, landing a double team reverse vertical suplex. Kazys takes the opportunity, lifting Jenkins from the canvas and putting him on the shoulders. Peeples gets turned around by Rippa and has to watch the consequences of his decision. Ares ascends the top rope and puts her feet into the back of Jenkins head, moving herself over and sticking out her knees for the second half of Pack Mentality. Peeples is released right as the cover occurs.

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Eliminated: Toby Jenkins

Nick: Well, saying that the odds are stacked against Marquis Peeples is putting it lightly here.

Richard: Not even someone with his stamina and physique is going to be favored against three people.

Nick: One half of the tag team Champions and the rather dominant Wolves of Slaughter.

Richard: I'm not going to give the kid much of a shot, but to be fair, he might want this. Ares and Kazys have been on him since Day 1 and he wants a piece of them. No better way than to get it right here.

Ares makes a tag out to Rippa, who climbs back through the ropes and eyeballs the youngster. Peeples doesn't have much experience in the ring, and is certainly lagging against a veteran of PRIME like The Swedish Shark. Nonetheless, he's not going to backpedal because the odds are stacked against him. He hasn't for the majority of life and a fight isn't something he'll shy away from. Rippa takes a hard step forward, causing Peeples to put up his guard. The Swedish Shark backs up and leaves Peeples signaling forward, telling him to come get some. Always being the muscle of his crew, Rippa goes in head first and the two engage in a power struggle. Peeples has the younger and more muscular body, so he's able to move Rippa from his stance and lift him from the ground, running him into the corner and driving the air out of him with a shoulder to the ribcage. Peeples backs out and comes in again, more force behind his shoulder. A third time puts Rippa in an even bigger pickle.

Nick: Peeples can't keep the match at such a slow pace. He'll need to pick it up and get rid of Rippa. The longer he waits, the more strength will be sapped.

Peeples clutches the wrist and leads Rippa out into the opposite buckle. Coming in a fraction behind, Peeples hits a staggering clothesline and puts Rippa onto his shoulders and then onto the top rope. Rippa goes for a boot, but Peeples catches the leg and yanks him from the seated position. The sudden impact provides Peeples with a small window and he takes it.

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Rippa gets out, but he would have been saved by the incoming Kazys Jankauskas. Elvis Nixon castigates Iron Wolf, demanding he go back to the corner. Peeples shrugs off the pain and forces himself back to work, a forearm uppercut putting Rippa against the ropes. Peeples tightens up his fists, landing a body shot and shooting down for a monkey flip that almost takes The Swedish Shark out of the ring.

Nick: Peeples mixing his game up here in an attempt to keep Rippa guessing.

Richard: Honestly, that might be the best strategy on the list.

Nick: If the Wolves are able to get into the fray, they need to establish the pace and force Peeples to be the one guessing what, and more importantly, who is coming next.

Peeples swings his body around and anticipates Rippa coming in, catching him with a knee and shifting him around for a gutwrench powerbomb. Rippa bites the bullet and endures another cover.

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This time, Elise Ares rushes in to break the count. Peeples sighs, barking at Elvis Nixon to do something about the constant interference. If this keeps up, there won't be much of a chance for him to have a legitimate pinfall, let alone get an elimination and better his chances of pulling out the miracle victory.

Nick: Peeples is in the right here, but I don't think Elvis is going to have the stones to pull a trigger about entering and breaking up counts.

Richard: It's the sort of thing that happens in matches and nobody ever gets tossed for it.

Peeples takes Rippa by the hand and kicks him hard in the abdomen, yanking him down for a crucial DDT. The Swedish Shark spikes off the canvas, landing on his back after taking the hard shot to his head. Most of the moves don't look that effective, but considering the size and strength value, Rippa is definitely getting worn down. Peeples forces Rippa up again and lifts him up into the air, showing freakish strength by running over to the corner and using Rippa as a battering ram, knocking both Ares and Kazys off the apron. Peeples puts himself on the first rope and falls backwards with a Samoan Drop.

Nick: This could be the chance. COVER.

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Peeples did everything correctly, but he left out one important variable, the all important foot on the rope. The youngster lets out a loud sigh. Rippa had enough presence of mind and Peeples didn't.

Nick: You can feel for this tag team at times. They have the physical gifts necessary, but just aren't there yet.

Peeples looks for the needle amongst the haystack, hoisting Rippa up to his feet and dropping back down in a quick small package.

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Rippa manages to foil the latest scheme from one half of The Redeemed. Peeples pushes off the mat and elbows Rippa in the head. A knee to the body exhausts the breath. An Irish whip has Rippa rushing back into a devastating spear. Peeples fakes the cover, baiting Iron Wolf to rush into the ring. Before he can get back out, Peeples rocks his world with a swinging neckbreaker. Elise Ares springboards onto the top rope, but the only thing she receives in return is a fallaway slam, throwing her out of the ring onto the floor.

Nick: If Peeples can keep dominating at this pace, it can only be a matter of time before he manages to acquire the victory.

Rippa scrambles back to his feet and is the recipient of a Peeples atomic drop. The Redeemed member backs against the ropes and connects on a massive lariat that rocks Rippa, spinning the 6'6 phenom inside out. Peeples with another cover.

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BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

As per usual of this team, Kazys and Ares jump in at the last second for a critical save. This time, they don't allow Peeples to get the upper hand for a second time, bringing him over to their corner. Kazys gets the tag and goes to work, a double ax handle down on the neck. Kazys lifts Peeples up from the canvas and hoists him up, tilting him 180 degrees and driving his shoulder down into the knee, classic shoulderbreaker. Kazys makes the tag to Ares, pulling the rope back and then forward to allow his partner a chance to spin 540 degrees on the way in.

Nick: Time might be running out for Peeples. Wolves and Rippa have him exactly where they want him.

The Havana Harlot lets Peeples exert his own energy in getting up and slices him with a snap kick. When Peeples backs himself into the corner, Kazys and Rippa hold his arms behind his back while Ares bounces off the far side ropes, runs ahead, and leaps into the chest of Peeples, driving both knees into his abdomen. Ares tags out to Kazys, and the big man puts Peeples onto the top rope. Ares blatantly throws a low blow, but Kazys giant frame blocks the shot, leaving only fans to observe the shot.

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Jankauskas locks both of Peeples arms behind his back, the low blow lowering his resistance, and falls backwards, turning Peeples around for a double underhook powerbomb. Peeples lands on his upper back, still firmly isolated in the opposing corner. Rippa gets tagged in while Kazys yanks Peeples up. The Swedish Shark grasps the top rope and waits for Peeples to get shot back into him before slingshotting himself over with a clothesline. Rippa gets up and tags Ares in, using his shoulders as a springboard platform for Ares to land a corkscrew moonsault. Cover.

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Peeples shrugs off the cover, raising his head from the canvas. Ares drives him back down and tags in Kazys. Iron Wolf gets into the ring and grasps Peeples legs, tilting him upward and placing his neck underneath the bottom rope. Ares steps out onto the apron, getting as far away as the ring post will allow her. Kazys catapults Peeples into the bottom rope while Ares extends her legs forward and lands a stifling dropkick. Rippa gets tagged in and wraps his head around the legs, yanking Peeples from the canvas and slamming him down with a regular powerbomb.

Nick: This is just an onslaught. Peeples is getting worn out with power move after power move.

Richard: Classic heel wrestling at its finest.

Ares is brought back in, springboarding onto the top rope, turning her body around, moonsaulting through the air and putting both her feet into Peeples chest, a double stomp. She tags Kazys in and signals for the match to be over. Peeples delivers an elbow to the gut, looking to push off Kazys and isolate Ares, but Rippa adds the extra strength necessary to block the move. Ares grabs a hold of Peeples neck, jumping to the top rope and flipping him back with an Ace Crusher, his neck colliding with the knee of Rippa. The Swedish Shark transitions around, lifting Peeples from the canvas and pressing him high into the air, on the way down moving his body into position for the Shark Attack DDT. Kazys and Ares lift Peeples back up, his muscles clearly stiff and on the verge of failure. Kazys puts Peeples on his shoulders and lets Ares jump onto the top rope. She leaps and stomps Peeples in the back of the head. Rippa provides the last portion of the Pack Mentality, driving his knees into Peeples. Rippa covers.

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DING! DING! DING!

Vince Howard: Your winners of the match...The team of Wicked Ways, the Wolves of Slaughter and Giancarlo Coppano.

Nick: It was indeed a Pack Mentality there. Rippa worked quite well in the Wolves of Slaughter fabric and the tandem, along with Scraps and Coppano are going to move onto the Battle Royal later tonight.

Richard: Peeples just didn't have it in him to deal with the constant tags.

Nick: I'll give the young man a lot of credit. He has a bright future in the business, but not many people are capable of taking on three roster members, especially when they are tagging out every other move. It's just not possible.

Richard: The advantage tag teams are going to have in that battle royal are going to be critical to potentially picking up a win and a shot at singles glory.

Nick: Got that right.

"So then Motoki turns to Tsonda, who's all deer in the headlights, and he says, 'this is how the yellow man drinks', before putting down five shots like candy!"

Boistrous laughter spreads through the room as the scene opens on a locker room full of legends.

Chandler Tsonda: In my defense, dude was like a goddamn liquor vacuum. No enzyme deficiency for him.

Vangelus Olsig: Enzyme deficiency?

Chandler Tsonda: Curse of the yellow man. We don't have the enzyme that correctly translates booze into unprotected fornication.

Karina Wolfenden: That'd be why you spent those company Christmas parties passed out in the lobby?

Killean Sirrajin: Well, look who decided to unzip her lips and join the festivities!

A cold stare shoots from K-Wolf to the Supreme Machine before she breaks the silence.

Karina Wolfenden: You wouldn't be wearing that grin if this company had left you and your career for dead.

Chandler Tsonda: Can't you remember the good times, Wolfenden? The whole agingray itchbay act is murdering the good vibes.

Karina Wolfenden: Good times...sure, how 'bout when I put you on my highlight reel?

Vangelus Olsig: Do we have to play the who-beat-who game, Karina?

Killean Sirrajin: Yeah, there some bona fide hilarious moments. Like when that stagehand called thought Sonny and Lindsay were married and LT almost kicked his face off?

Chandler Tsonda: Or when that agent thought Danny was Seth Green and we convinced him that PRIME was just the set of an elaborate Austin Powers sequel?

Vangelus Olsig: Or when bright-eyed interviewer Lisa Tyler came up to me and asked me where "my twin" Dani Fuhrer was?

All eyes turn to K-Wolf, whose body language remains standoffish, arms crossed and shoulders tense.

Karina Wolfenden: Sorry if nostalgia doesn't exactly tickle my-

"Or that time that we all worked for the greatest boss EVER?!"

Now, all eyes turn to the door, where Tyler Nelson has inexpicably materialized with his personal security detail of one, Mr. Simmons.

Chandler Tsonda: Shit news for you, Nelson. Nobody likes their boss.

Tyler Nelson: (steps forward) I'm not coming as a former boss, a man who once had the power to order every damn one of you to anything I pleased, including but not limited to toenail-clipping, back scratching, and-

The security guard known simply as Mr. Simmons clears his throat, purposely interrupting Nelson's tirade.

Tyler Nelson: Like I said, I'm not here as a former boss, merely a roster member shooting the breeze with some old friends.

Karina Wolfenden: Friends who'd enjoy playing Find The Heart With The Icepick with you.

Tyler Nelson: I trust all of you, even the filthy Canadian amongst us. All great teams are built on trust.

Chandler Tsonda: When's the last time you were part of a team other than Team Fuck All Y'all I'm Tyler Nelson Now Take This Cockslap And Like It?

Tyler Nelson: I think when I was 11, I was in Little Lea...I mean...I'm a great team player! Greed, Inc. was a big happy family!

Vangelus Olsig: Before or after you laid everyone all off from your sinking ship of a company?

Tyler Nelson: Let's all just calm down. Live together, die alone!

Chandler Tsonda: That's from LOST.

Tyler Nelson: Making it both topical and poignantly important to our success as a team!

The room is quiet as Nelson feels the crushing betrayal of his "teammates" for the night.

Killean Sirrajin: How does it feel, Nelson? If the four of us decide we're better off without you, that it's not worth the extra man because we'll have to look over our shoulders...what then? You gonna sit on the sidelines just a week after you were sitting in the throne room?

Tyler Nelson: Welll...I have to say that...I mean, statistically-

Killean Sirrajin: You're lucky, 'cuz that ain't the case. But if I was you, besides the fact that I'd be pissed about my shriveled shrimp dick, I'd hit the road, 'cuz having you around isn't doin' much for team unity.

Tyler Nelson: You...you think you can just kick me out of the team locker room?

One glance around the room at the stone-faced team gives the answer.

Tyler Nelson: Fine. I'll see you ungrateful bastards in the ring, where, despite your best attempts to exclude me, I'm gonna carry all your asses to noble victory.

With a pompous toss of the head, Nelson turns and exits, leaving his teammates sufficiently more pleasant than when he was around.

Vangelus Olsig: I wish I could say that things change around here.

Killean Sirrajin: But they just don't.

The natural inclinations of Devin Shakur and Christian Daniels are to assert their status amongst the PRIME roster and bully others, to show a mentality that screams dominance and mow down anybody who gets in their way. For the last two months, since their emphatic stamp on UltraViolence by heinously ending the career of Tyler Rayne, only one man on the roster has had enough gall to come near them, Bryan Dawkins. Nobody in the locker room approaches them for conversation and few choose to have interaction with them in general. Only the truly callous, Tony Gamble and Hessian, have involved themselves on the side of evil in the war Shakur has generated. Bryan Dawkins has been forced into a corner and must battle them on his own, despite having the silent support of the collective wrestling world. Nobody wants to watch Devin Shakur succeed.

Tonight, Bryan Dawkins has reintroduced the prototypical bully, The Underground Pimp himself, back into the fold and the reactions of Daniels and Shakur have been defensive.

It just goes to show that standing up to a bully might sometimes work if the tactics are wise enough.

The Biker and Man in Black appear, leaning against the walls of Corridor 21. Christian shakes his head in disgust while Shakur sips on his drink of choice, a Pepsi Throwback with black straw sticking out.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Christian Daniels: I hate'ta say this, considerin, but we might be'na bit of trouble here.

Devin Shakur: That's an optimistic way of looking at it. 95 percent of the roster hates us and we're here on a night where any prick from the past could pop up for a surprise.

Christian Daniels: Dawkins. Rayne. God knows who'tha hell else is lurking round, ready'ta jump us on a moment's notice.

Devin Shakur: I'll bet you an island in the Bermuda you can add Tsonda on that list. No way those two lovebirds are gonna be kept apart.

Christian Daniels: And I gotta team with that Hawaiian bastard.

Devin Shakur: I can't thank you enough for getting me out of that match. How did you convince Gamble to take my spot?

Christian Daniels: Take a guess. There are about seven giant holes in his locker room.

Devin Shakur: He can use them for Oompa storage.

Christian Daniels: I don't really care what he does with 'em. We ain't gonna both be out in the open with Dawkins right there playin puppet master.

Devin Shakur: What are you going to do regarding the match?

Christian Daniels: Get knocked out quick as I can and drop outta sight.

Devin Shakur: What do you want me to do?

Christian Daniels: Stay put in the room, don't open the door for anybody.

Devin Shakur: Even you?

Christian Daniels: Even me.

Devin Shakur: What happens if you get jumped in the match? The guys other than Dawkins and Gamble aren't particularly fond of you either.

Christian Daniels: If they wanna all come after me, let em. I can handle it. Ain't been hurt in 30 years of fightin, whoever Dawkins has lined up ain't gonna put me out.

Devin Shakur: What about afterward, where are you gonna go?

Christian Daniels: I got a spot nestled in back, and I'll be packin chains.

Devin Shakur: And I'm supposed to stay here, locked up?

Christian Daniels: Yeah. I'll keep tabs, but make sure you bolt that door, watch the ceilin too. I'll call you when I'm ready to act next, but I'm not leaving here without puttin' my hands round Rayne's neck and makin' him suffer. I got a feelin he's gonna get out in the open at some point, why else he gonna show up?

Devin Shakur: Fair point.

Christian Daniels: Remember, nobody, not even me.

Devin Shakur: Gotcha boss. Watch your ass out there.

Christian and Devin exchange a fist pound and go their separate ways. The Biker heads toward the corridor while Shakur barricades himself into the locker room, moving over to the couch and clutching a baseball bat.

Jay Phoenix stalks the backstage area, obviously with a mind full of troubles that go far beyond the night – far beyond the wrestling ring. He roams the halls, deep in thought, until suddenly, a voice breaks his concentration.

"A word with you, plebe."

He stops. Cringes. Turns around to find the only man in the modern world to use a word like "plebe" and mean it – Jason Snow.

Phoenix: I’m really not in the mood right now, Snow. Whatever it is you want to talk about. I’m not interested.

Snow: So lets talk about the match tonight.

Phoenix: For the love of God, Snow – do you even listen when other people are talking to you?

Snow: I was thinking that…

Phoenix: Snow!

Snow looks at him, confused, finally paying attention.

Phoenix: Truth is, Snow, I don’t give a damn about the match tonight. The only thing I want to do out there is get my hands on Natas. And even that’s been taken out of my hands now

Snow: Nostra-whomus?

Phoenix sighs, and begins to walk away when Snow puts a hand on his arm. Phoenix pauses, looks down at it, and seems to mentally ponder the idea of eliminating one of his partners tonight right here and now. In the end, he holds his temper.

Phoenix: I told you Snow. I’m not interested in anything you’ve got to say.

Snow: Well I’m going to say it anyway, plebe. Whatever your issues are with this other nobody, I suggest that you to put them behind you.

Phoenix: And why would I do that for you?

Snow can’t believe Phoenix would ask such a stupid question.

Snow: So I can win, damn it!

Phoenix lets out a small chuckle and pulls his arm free from Snow’s grip. He turns to face the champion squarely.

Phoenix: You know something, Snow, I wouldn’t expect you to understand anyway.

Snow: The hell are you talking about? My intellect is far superi-

Phoenix: You know why? You have no idea what it’s like to worry about someone else’s safety, because the only thing you care about is yourself and that precious little title of yours. Your accolades. Whatever. You have no idea what it’s like to lose someone you care about.

Something changes in Snow’s face. Something changes in his entire being. What it is, we’re not sure. A nerve, maybe?

Phoenix: But if you must know, it’s been taken out of my hands anyway. I can’t lay a finger on Natas without leaving Rick alone and vulnerable. So you’ll have a partner tonight, Snow, and I’ll do what I can to win, simply because I can’t do anything else … but when it comes to me and Natas … I just can’t make any promises. Now, a word with you - I suggest that you walk away.

Snow flashes his trademark smirk, and backs out of the camera’s view.

Strutting through the backstage area, you'd think that the man was the best thing since indoor plumbing. With his entourage of two Oompa Loompas and two midget luchadors – one dressed all in green, and the other all in orange – following close behind, Tony Gamble must have been taking power walk lessons from Sonny Silver the way he commands attention from... Well, nobody is in the hallway at the moment, but someone is bound to come alo-

"Hey, Tony!"

Matt Mills, microphone in hand, comes running up from behind.

Matt Mills: Tony, wait up!

Contrary to popular belief, Tony isn't that much of a jerk, so he slows down just enough for Matt to catch up.

Matt Mills: Uhm. Wow. Nice little group you got here.

Tony Gamble: Yeah, well, I'm always thinking about the little people that helped me get to where I am.

Matt nods, secretly wishing he was short enough to join the group.

Tony Gamble: So, Milly, what can I do for you this fine evening?

Matt Mills: Milly what?

Tony Gamble: A million here. A million there. My little Oompa has Nigerian hair.

Matt is totally lost now, but that doesn't bother Tony at all.

Tony Gamble: Speaking of my Oompas. Have you seen those ghetto blasting thugs around here yet? I tell you, that is the last time that I give one of those guys credit.

Matt Mills: What do you mean, one of those guys?

In case you haven't been paying attention, our Oompas kind of have names. There is the darker Oompa named Burgundy, and our lighter Oompa named Pink. Burgundy has something to say.

Burgundy: What do you mean, one of those guys?

Matt Mills: I just want to know what he means by those, that's all.

Tony Gamble: What I mean is, those two guys. There was no underlying message I was trying to get across, I just meant I'm not going to give them any credit, because it doesn't look like they know how to pay their debts.

Matt Mills: I see. What I don't see, is why you have such a big group tonight.

Tony Gamble: Oh. Right. Well, you know my personal security team, The Oompas, but I snuck these guys in from Mexico in my carry on luggage. Do you know how hard it was to lie to customs when they asked if I had any fruits or vegetables?

Mills still doesn't look like he knows what is going on.

Tony Gamble: This is a team I'm contemplating managing, Tossed Salad. The green guy is Greg the Gerkin, and the other is Chuck the Baby Carrot.

Matt Mills: Wait. I thought they were both Mexicans.

Tony shakes his head.

Tony Gamble: No, but it was fun as hell to pack them in my luggage.

Tony slaps a high five with Pink, then looks back at Matt with a grin. Well, a real grin.

Tony Gamble: Wait a minute, didn't you have something to ask me?

Matt Mills: Oh yeah, I just wanted to know what you thought about your partners tonight.

Tony Gamble: You know, they don't even matter to me. This is my night. Tony Gamble is going to walk out from behind the curtain, walk down to the ring, and let everyone else get tired so I can waltz in and pick apart whatever is left. So if you'll excuse me, I have a warm glass of milk waiting for me in my dressing room.

Tony and his entourage walk past Matt, looking forward to frothy mugs of milk mustache goodness.

David Noble knocked on the door and looked back at his teammates.

Jonathan Rhine.
King Blueberry.
Colby Korver.

David Noble: Come on man, it's time to do this!

There were murmurs behind him and David shot them a look.

Jonathan Rhine: Are we going to do this or what?

There was annoyance in his voice, having to be teamed with his opponent come Colossus VI.

David Noble: He's coming, slow your role.

Then, the door opened and out stepped a man that caused the entire arena to explode into a frenzy.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Two Time PRIME Intense Champion

Top 5 Finish in the Dual Halo - 2008

The Lost Soul

Dusk.

Dusk: Let's do this. Time to have some fun, guys.

He smiled at them and they all nodded their heads.

David Noble: Ready to save farewell?

Dusk: One final time.

With that, they walked away, as the team looked ready to compete.

Nick: Dusk is here?! Dusk is here!

Richard: Oh God...

Vince Howard: The following match is a ten person, elimination match! Introducing first…

"The Changing" by Meatbag hits the speakers and out comes the man known as Meat with his manager Claire. He smiles as he acknowledges the fans and makes his way towards the ring

Vince Howard: Weighing in at 278 pounds and standing at 6'6" tall, he hails from Denver, Colorado... MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAT!

Nick: And more five on five action here, as we're heading into the heavy part of the show, with superstars making their returns and all of that jazz.

Richard: Yeah, the boring stuff.

Nick: You would say that as Meat makes his way to the ring, in what should be an interesting match to say the least.

Vince Howard: His partner...

"Out of My Way" by Seether then rips through Madison Square Garden and from the back appears the monster himself, Christian Daniels.

Vince Howard: Weighing in at 302 pounds and standing at 7 feet tall, he hails from Raleigh, North Carolina... CHRIIIIIIIIIIISTIIIIIIIIIIIIIAN! DANIELS!

He walks down the ring as the fans just boo the living hell out of him.

Nick: That man is a beast. There's nothing else to say about that, just a beast.

Richard: That man is a God, get it right.

Nick: Let's keep it moving then.

Vince Howard: His partner...

An old school hip hop beat begins to play through the Public Announce System of the arena. While the music is new, the man that steps out from behind the curtain is someone very familiar. Wearing a grin the size of Texas, and an ego twice the size of Canada, Tony Gamble stands at the top of the ramp and stares out into the sea of fans chanting his name.

*ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!*

## Life's got me mad
But if I had a midget I'd be glad
To watch him jump around on my nintendo powerpad
He'd have a big head short legs and long torso
The name that I give my pet midget is little Gordo
I'd teach him tricks like backflips and side kicks
When company came over he'd perform and get tips
While I'm eatin at night, in the kitchen he'd be able
To get the food scraps that I threw under the table
If my midget was ever bad and acted enraged
Then I'd take him to the bathroom and put him in his cage ##

Confident that he has soaked up enough of the crowd's cheers, The Grin marches proudly down the small portion of ramp. 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.

## But If he kept acting up and really made me sick
I'd hang him upside down and poke him with a stick
Little Gordo would be good most of the time though
He'd like to wear a helmet and run around yelling Kaiyo
I'd take him for walks in the park on the weekends
And if he saw other midgets he'd say Can we be friends ##

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 ducking between the top and middle rope to step into the ring. 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.

## He'd only need a 3 foot coffin when he was dead
And he'd be in the guiness book for the world's biggest head
What a funny little fellow, but don't call him a shrimp
Or he'll attack your leg cause Gordos a tough gimp
He'd have a pogo ball that he'd bounce on for hours
And dirty little fathead Gordo would'nt take showers
When Halloween came, he wouldn't be a chump
Gettin all the candy goin round as a tree stump ##

Tony stands in the center of the ring, arms spread out toward the corners of the ring as he circles slowly. 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.

## Midget is a midget
Midget Mi-Mi-Mi-Mi-Midget
Midget is a midget
Hey you guys- Word
Midget is a midget
Midget Mi-Mi-Mi-Mi-Midget
Midget (wo-wo-wo-wo-word) is a midget
Like a midget in a urinal, I was gonna have to stay on my toes ##

Gamble drops his arms and starts bouncing from one foot to another like a boxer as he backpedals toward his corner.

Vince Howard: Weighing in at 187 pounds, he is a former Jewel in the Crown winner, TOOOOOOOOOOOOOONY! THE GRIN! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMBLE!

Richard: WHAT?! TONY GAMBLE IS HERE?!

Nick: That's what I'm talking about.

Richard: No, that's my boy. Not your's. Your's is coming later.

Nick: Fair enough.

Vince Howard: And his partner...

"WOO HOO!"

"Song 2" by Blur.

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 plays to the crowd before sliding into the ring and jumping up to each turnbuckle to give the crowd his signature "hang loose" hand gesture. He then dismounts from the last turnbuckle and removes his sunglasses prior to stretching before the bout begins.

Vince Howard: Weighing in at 202 pounds, he is the Flyin' Hawaiian... BRYAN! DAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWKINSSSSS!

Richard: The Bruh!

Nick: I thought you didn't like him?

Richard: I don't, but he's the Bruh! I like that about him.

Nick: Well, Daniels and Dawkins are already jawing away at one another.

Richard: Oh great.

Vince Howard: And his partner...

The guitar riffs that signal the start of Chris Cornell's "You Know My Name" blast throughout the arena, and are quickly accompanied by a brass section that reaches a crescendo after ten seconds. Flashing on the PRIME*View are four words in succession.

END.

OF.

THE.

ROAD.

Then...

BOOM!

BOOOOOM!

BOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!

Three rapid-fire cannon blasts, each one louder than the last, and the song immediately cuts to the start of the chorus as Cornell's voice kicks in.

Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you, and I will replace you.

Vince Howard: He hails from Greensboro, North Carolina and weighs in at 260 pounds...

You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you, are you willing to die

Vince Howard: He is ... TRROOOOOYY DOOOUGGGLAAAASSSS!!!

The coldest blood runs through my veins
You know my name.

Red and white lights flash throughout the building as the song works through its second verse and Troy Douglas makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands with some of the crowd. Behind him on the PRIME*View, a montage of his greatest highlights play, interrupted every few seconds by END. OF. THE. ROAD.

As the song hits the chorus one more time, he slides into the ring, and salutes the crowd in all four corners. As the chorus ends, the music fades and the lights return to normal.

Nick: One team down! Let's see the next one!

Richard: Sounds good.

Vince Howard: And their opponents...

The crowd ripples with anticipation as Metallica’s "Master of Puppets" kicks in with full force. As the lyrics begin, Colby Korver bursts onto the arena stage, 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: Straight from the Delta Upsilon Iota Fraternity House and weighing in at 232 pounds, COLBY! KORRRRRRRRRVER!

Richard: Korver is obviously ready, for, drinking?

Nick: When is he not?

vince Howard: And his partner...

Then, "Go! Fighto! WIN!" rips through the arena and from the back emerges King Blueberry who has eyes locked on Dawkins from the minute he steps out.

Vince Howard: Weighing in at 201 pounds and standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall... KING! BLUEBERRY!

Nick: Pineapples versus Blueberries tonight! It's going to get ugly.

Richard: You're such a loser.

Vince Howard: And his partner...

Flashing lights fill the arena as the house lights dim. Then a few notes are heard over the sound system until Let It Rock by Kevin Rudolf is heard in the arena. The fans rise to their feet as on the PRIME*Tron it reads on thing.

David. Noble

I see your dirty face
Hide behind your collar
What is done in vain
Truth is hard to swallow

Then, from the back area emerges David Noble, who gets a small pop from the crowd. While many hadn't seen him before, there were some who were familiar with him for his past work in a few other places. Yet, he was as fresh as they came and his face was filled with energy as he clapped his hands as the fans responded in kind. He stands at the top of the ramp, wearing a pair of black and white tights with his name printed upon it.

So you pray to God
To justify the way you live a lie, live a lie, live a lie
And you take your time
And you do your crime
Well you made your bed
I'm in mine

As the chorus hits the arena, Noble hops up and down a few times before he races down the ramp, fireworks following alongside him all the way down the ramp until he hits the ring.

Because when I arrive
I bring the fire
Make you come alive
I can take you higher
What is this, forgot?
I must now remind you
Let It Rock

Noble then runs up the steps and alongside the ring apron before he runs up the nearby turnbuckles and hops onto the top turnbuckle as he looks out at the crowd! Some are still cheering him on while most of the fans are waiting to see if he's worth anything yet. He then hops off the top turnbuckle and lands in the middle of the ring as the four corners light up with fireworks going off!

Let It Rock
Let It Rock

Vince Howard: Weighing in at 225 pounds and standing at 6 feet and 2 inches, he hails from Buffalo, New York... DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVID! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBLE!

The song then fades out.

Nick: And it should be pretty weird to see him standing next, to this man...

The rumbling bassline of Strata's 'Piece by Piece' starts, and the fans give a modest reaction, then settle down, waiting for the bass line to turn into an...

# AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! #

Explosion. The music kicks into a heavy riff and the singer screams loudly, and as the smoke fades Jonathan Rhine walks towards the ring, looking around at the arena with a large smile on his face, his arms raised to the side.

Vince Howard: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 238 pounds from New Orleans, Louisiana...'THE NEW LIFE' JONAAATHAAANNN RHIIIIIIIIIIINE!

# I found these plastic parts and wires #
# Let's split me open at the seams #
# And rip out everything inside #
# Make room for all these new machines #

Rhine offers a knowing smile to the crowd as he walks down to the ring, shaking hands with the fans. Pointing at SKYE as if to thank her for the introduction, Rhine approaches ringside.

# Sew me up, pray that I survive #
# A brand new me #
# Piece by piece #

As the music slows down for a second, hitting chilling notes, Rhine leaps over the top rope and lands in the middle of the ring just in time for the hard-hitting chorus

# Stay here and watch me bleed #
# Watch me bleed #
# It's a brand new me, piece by piece #
# Piece by...#
# Piece #

Rhine throws out his hands, turning and soaking up the reaction, then leans against the ropes and mentally prepares for his match.

Richard: Noble and Rhine will be competing at Colossus VI, and they're not even looking at each other now.

Vince Howard: And his partner...

Nick: You can hear this arena almost come unglue right now.

Over the PA system, a few piano notes are heard at first as the arena goes completely dark. Then, spoken words.

FELLOW AMERICANS, IT IS WITH THE UTMOST PRIDE AND SINCERITY
THAT I PRESENT THIS RECORDING, AS A LIVING TESTIMENT AND RECOLLECTION
OF HISTORY IN THE MAKING DURING OUR GENERATION.

Then, the voice of one of the greatest rappers of our generation explodes over the PA system as a spotlight lands upon the center of the stage. A man appears from the backstage area and stands firmly in the spotlight with his head down as he wears a white jacket with the hood covering his hood.

ALLOW ME TO RE-INTRODUCE MYSELF
MY NAME IS HOV', OH, H-TO-THE-O-V

Without warning, the voice of Jay-Z disappears, and is instantly replaced by a thumping bass line as fireworks explode all around the arena as the fans are eager to let it rip.

WORK IT. MAKE IT. DO IT. MAKES US…
HARDER BETTER FASTER STRONGER.

As "Stronger" by Kanye West explodes into the arena another set of fireworks go off all around the arena.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

With the sound of the fans cheering, the man underneath the jacket roars to life as the hood falls backwards and it reveals the man, the legend, and the fan favorite known as Dusk! The fans begin to chant his name as he stands there, wearing a pair of blue jeans and no longer his trench coat, but a white fleece jacket that says Dusk on the back of it.

Vince Howard: Weighing in at 250 pounds and standing at six feet and four inches tall, he is the LOST SOUL! DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSK!

As his name echoes throughout the arena, Dusk explodes from his spot, and races down the ramp before sliding into the ring. His red eyes immediately lock upon his opponent as the fans continue to chant his name as the lights come back on in the arena and "Stronger" starts to fade out while anticipation for the upcoming match grows hotter. Dusk then sheds his jacket as he prepares himself for the upcoming match.

Nick: The fans are going crazy!

Richard: That they are!

With all ten competitors in the ring, staring each other down, the only part left to do is decide who will start the match off first. After some discussion among each time, it’s finally decided that Jonathan Rhine will start off for Team #3 while the former Jewel in the Crown Champion, Tony Gamble, will start off for Team #4. The fans are buzzing as Rhine looks primed and ready while Gamble is looking around cockily, thinking that he’s going to have an easy time here. The other competitors then exit the ring, still staring at each other, feeling that the intensity has been taken up another notch.

Slowly, the two come together as the fans are firmly behind Rhine who ties up with Gamble. Both men jockey for position in the collar and elbow tie-up with Rhine trying his best to get the advantage over Gamble. However, with Tony being the quicker of the two, he manages to place Rhine in a side headlock, and wrenches down hard on his neck. Rhine however is not a fan of this position as he uses the strength in his arms to push Gamble off of him. As Gamble turns around, he’s decked in the face with a right jab that stuns him back into the ropes where Rhine continues his punishment with an assault of fists to the face and chest of Gamble!

Nick: Rhine, who has been pretty absent the last few weeks, is coming out firing tonight on the returning Tony Gamble!

Richard: That’s what PRIME is missing, Nick. Tony Gamble. My goodness, we need more shows with him!

Nick: Okay, can we cut it with the crushing? It’s kind of gross and scary.

Richard: You’re just jealous because I don’t proclaim my love for you on every show.

Nick: You’ve got me all figured out, Richard.

Rhine then whips Gamble into the ropes before nailing him with a flying back elbow that floors the Grin! Gamble however refuses to stay down long as he bounces right back up and is able to duck a clothesline from Rhine who got up just a second faster than Gamble was able to. As Rhine turns around, he’s met by a boot from Gamble who follows it up with a vicious European Uppercut that sends Rhine into the nearby turnbuckle. Not wanting to be outshone by Rhine, he starts unleashing a flurry of punches of his own, making sure that each shot is stronger than the last one. With the Intense Champion slightly dazed over in the corner, Gamble takes the time to look over at Dusk and his team and spits at them before focusing his attention upon Rhine again.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: No surprise there as Gamble and Dusk definitely do not have any love lost for one another even though it’s probably been a year since they last saw each other.

Richard: No one is a fan of Dusk.

Nick: The thousands packed into Madison Square Garden would beg to disagree, Richard!

Richard: Yeah, well, they’re also watching Rhine get his ass handed to him by Gamble! What you have to say to that?

Nick: Um, nothing?

Richard: Exactly!

Back in the ring, Gamble has dragged Rhine into the center of the ring and then nails with him with a right kick, followed by a left jab, then a right jab. With Rhine dazed from the move, Gamble bounces off the ropes and nails Rhine with a swinging neckbreaker. With Rhine on his back on the mat, Gamble decides to finish this up and goes for a pinfall on Rhine. The referee slides into position, but before he even has a chance to slam his fist onto the ground, Rhine gets his shoulder up as he is far from being done in this match.
Richard: Okay, Tony, don’t get cocky. Rhine is still the man who defeated Hessian at Ultraviolence in one of the most violent matches that I’ve ever seen.

Nick: Gamble thinking he’s going to get Rhine down early is like woman walking up to Richard before realizing he’s just interested in men.

Richard: Did we just switch places?

Nick: I think so. Let’s not do that again.

Richard: I agree.

Slowly, Rhine is able to crawl over to his corner while Gamble just stands there, waiting for a challenge. Finally, Rhine is able to tag in Dusk, causing the fans in the arena to explode as Dusk rushes in and knocks Gamble down with a shattering clothesline that sends the fans into a frenzy. Gamble bounds back up to his feet as he rushes at Dusk who slams his knee into the midsection of Gamble, causing him to double over! Dusk stands back for a second before he unleashes a standing dropkick that floors Gamble once again! The fans are eating it up as Dusk gets right back up and walks over to Gamble 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. Dusk then nails him with a chop across his chest that sends a blood-curling yell throughout the entire arena from Gamble. Dusk, enjoying this sound, nails Gamble with another one!

Nick: The Lost Soul is in the ring and listen to this arena! They’re going crazy right now, and Gamble is being made an example of!

Richard: I liked it better when Dusk wasn’t here.

Nick: I bet you would agree and so would Gamble. Dusk is looking out at the crowd and just listen to them!

DUSK! DUSK! DUSK! DUSK! DUSK!

Nick: It’s like he never left.

Richard: Thank God he actually did.

Back in the ring, Dusk has pushed Gamble back into the ropes, and decides to slam his knee into his midsection once again before he picks Gamble up and puts him over his shoulder. Feeling the momentum behind him, he then breaks into a full run before slamming Gamble down with a running powerslam that surely takes the wind out of the former Intense Champion. After a few moments, Gamble rolls to his side and is able to tag in Troy Douglas who is more than happy to get into the match! The fans all move to the edge of their chairs as they know this is going to be explosive between the two. With the two having last met at UltraViolence last year where Douglas defeated Dusk for the Intense Championship, he wastes no time as he starts decking Dusk with a few punches of his own before he kicks Dusk right in the gut and goes for a DDT! However, the power and strength of Dusk is too much for Douglas as Dusk just reverses it with a back body drop that drops Douglas hard onto the canvas!

Richard: Troy Douglas in the ring and between these two, I could care less who wins.

Nick: Well, it looks like Dusk has no intention on slowing down here.

Richard: I wish he would. It would make me much happier.

Nick: No one around here cares for your happiness.

Douglas, not one to stay down long no matter what, gets right back up and is able to block an attempt at a suplex from Dusk with an elbow to the midsection before he nails a Russian Leg Sweep on the dazed Dusk. Sensing that the momentum is shifting in his and his team's direction, Douglas gets back up to his feet, bounces off the ropes and nails a knee drop across the chest of the Lost Soul! The fans watch as Douglas gets back to his feet with a slight smile on his face. Douglas wastes no time as he goes back over to Dusk and mounts him and starts slamming him with a flurry of fists to his unprotected face. He gets up after the referee yells at him to get off of Dusk and just glares at the referee.

The anger radiates through Douglas as he looks at his opponents and thinks about attacking them before focusing his attention on Dusk who is slowly getting back up. This is his chance to shine, his chance to show the world, and even though he's a good guy outside of the ring, he knows the situation he's been put in. Douglas, knowing that he is smaller than Dusk, decides to not give him the chance of getting back up and rushes up towards him. However, Dusk, a skilled competitor of the ring, senses Douglas and slams his shoulder into Douglas’s gut before he leaps up to his feet and the Lost Soul nails him with a belly-to-belly suplex that gets the fans back into the match!

Nick: Troy Douglas showing a slight mean streak for a minute as he was in complete domination of Dusk until that last exchange that saw Dusk use his amazing strength and agility to slam his opponent back down to the mat.

Richard: If Douglas ever got a true mean streak, and I think we can attribute that to the fact that he’s teamed with Gamble and Daniels, then he would be a sheer beast. Alas, he’s a little girl.

Nick: You know, I would love for you to actually say some of this to their faces. They’d tear you up in a heartbeat.

Richard: I’m smarter than you give me credit for, Nick. I’m super nice to them to their faces.

Nick: I figured as much.

Dusk just waits for Douglas to pull himself back up and as he does, he sneaks up behind Douglas and wraps his arms around his waist for a German Suplex! Douglas, determined to not become another toy for the Lost Soul, blocks Dusk and nails him with a few elbows to the face that temporarily dazes Dusk! Douglas then backs up a few steps while turning towards Dusk and goes for a clothesline, yet, Dusk is able to duck it! Then, out of nowhere, the Lost Soul wraps his arms around Douglas once again and goes for the German Suplex! He is able to get Douglas up in the air, but Douglas is able to turn it around and land on his feet behind Dusk and plants him in the middle of the ring with a reverse DDT that gets the crowd talking, obviously split between the two competitors.

Richard: And I think that Douglas just took a page out of Dusk’s playbook with that move, Dusk known so well for his ability to get out of tricky situations.

Nick: Just like Richard is known for just getting sticky.

Richard: Gross.

Nick: I agree.

Dusk, still reeling from that shot starts to crawl over towards his corner while Douglas tags in a fresh Bryan Dawkins while Dusk gets a tag in to the #1 Contender for the PRIME Intense Title, David Noble.

Noble and Dawkinsstart to circle each other. Dawkins obviously knows he is at a disadvantage here against Noble who is two inches taller than him. However, he doesn’t show any fear as he walks up to him and nails him in the midsection with an elbow, catching the Rising Star off guard. Noble feels it hard and doubles over while Dawkins bounces off the ropes and nails him with a flying clothesline that sends both competitors to the ground. Dawkins is the first to get back up afterwards with the Rookie not far behind him and Noble responds with a hip toss that doesn’t keep Dawkins down for long. Dawkins then rushes right back at Noble who nails Dawkins with a STIFF standing roundhouse heel kick that connects with Dawkins right in the mouth and plants him right back on the mat. Noble, not wanting to give Dawkins a chance, bounces off the ropes and connects with a front-flip leg drop that gets the fans behind him once again!

Nick: Obviously these two know each other quite well, having competed against one another. That and their styles are quite similar, but I think Noble might be the gutsier of the two, the more intense while Dawkins is definitely more laid back.

Richard: Yet, Dawkins has a victory over Noble, and that has to be eating at Noble.

Nick: I think the youngster will be able to get over that.

Richard: He’ll have to. He has to keep his head in the game. This match is far from over at this point.

Nick: Not one elimination yet as both teams, with experience and youth on both sides, have been able stay as fresh as humanly possible.

Noble gets back up off the mat and drags Dawkins closer to his corner before he starts to stomp away at him. Noble begins to show his ring presence as he moves closer to the mat and keeps his weight upon Dawkins to make sure he can’t move away. He then wraps him up in an armbar, hoping to start wearing out the Bruh, and get his team closer to an elimination. Dawkins 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. Noble, not one to keep a hold on for too long, breaks it, but quickly moves to a half Boston Crab, wanting to wear Dawkins 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. Dawkins is seen holding onto his leg as Noble starts to climb a nearby rope and waits for his opponent to get back off the ground. Slowly, Dawkins does just that and as he turns towards him, he launches off the top rope with a corkscrew plancha that sends the fans into a Noble chant! Meanwhile, Noble goes for the cover, hoping he’s done his job thus far!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Nick: And Noble nearly eliminating Dawkins there!

Richard: It’s weird, you can see the disappointment in Daniels’ face that Dawkins didn’t get eliminated, and Dawkins is on his team! I love it!

Nick: You would. Meanwhile, Noble showing off some of his technical experience, which is small to say the least. Yet, being in that ring, and having people try to lock him down in that fashion has definitely taught him a few things when it comes to someone like a Bryan Dawkins.

Richard: Boring.

Nick: Yeah, talk about actual wrestling, and of course you get bored.

Not wanting to stay in the ring too long, Noble tags in King Blueberry. Noble exits the ring and his eyes flash over to Rhine, and there’s a definite anger there between the two as they realize that soon, they will do battle. Then, Blueberry gets in the ring and wastes no time in laying the boots to the chest of Dawkins who is desperately trying to get out of his opponent's corner to no avail! Blueberry, who is showing an intensity unlike ever before, picks Dawkins up off the mat and starts wailing at Dawkins with some hard shots right to the face before whipping him into the ropes and nailing him with a vicious dropkick that floors the Bruh. While on the floor, Dawkins is checking to make sure none of his teeth are missing, but doesn’t have long as Blueberry walks over and just slams his foot into the face of Dawkins and holds it there while the referee tells him to get off of Dawkins. Blueberry, who is in a completely different world, just drops to his knees and slams his fists into the face of Dawkins who is just getting the shit kicked out of him at this point. The referee rips Blueberry away from Dawkins and warns him again not to go down that road. Blueberry just pushes the referee away as he walks over to Dawkins who is starting to move towards his corner and slams his foot directly into Dawkins’s ribs, causing Dawkins to roll over in a fit of pain from the brutal shot.

Richard: Whoa, King Blueberry just going to town over here on Dawkins!

Nick: It’s gotta be that Pineapple versus Blueberry thing.

Richard: I was going to say that!

Nick: I know, but I wanted to. Suck it up pansy before I Blueberry you.

Richard: Pineapples for life, son!

Nick: You’re so not cool.

Blueberry then picks Dawkins up and whips him into the ropes once again before he nails him with a high knee to the chest of the Pineapple man. Dawkins tries his best to get back up to his feet, but as he does, Blueberry is flying off the ropes and connects with a flying headscissors that sends Dawkins out of the ring and into the ringside barrier, illicting quite a bit of oohs from the crowd due to the mere brutality from Blueberry. Blueberry looks around for a second, a smile not on his face before he walks over to the corner and tags in Jonathan Rhine who grudgingly gets into the ring while Dawkins remains out of the ring.

Richard: Okay, who was that man?

Nick: King Blueberry.

Richard: I don’t remember him having such a streak about him.

Nick: Yeah, it’s kind of weird.

Richard: Okay, cool, wanted to make sure you agreed with me.

Rhine enters the ring as he looks down at Dawkins who is trying to pull himself up. He then slides out of the ring to meet Dawkins. He pulls him up off the ground and slams his head into the barrier causing the smaller Dawkins to feel like he’s not even in this world anymore. Rhine then picks him up and slams Dawkins back down onto the barrier before dropping him with a succession of elbows to his chest to inflict even more damage upon Dawkins! Dawkins can only lay there and take it even though he tries to fight it off! Rhine then grabs Dawkins by the back of the head and rolls him back into the ring. Rhine follows him, but Dawkins, sensing a chance to get back to his corner starts to scurry over there, but Rhine is able to grab him by the ankle and makes sure he doesn’t go anywhere! Instead, he lifts Dawkins back off the ground and plants him with a German Suplex that just makes Dawkins limp as he lies there on the mat. The end seems to be near for Dawkins as Rhine walks over to his corner and tags in Korver who gets a decent pop from the fans as well!

Nick: And Dawkins is being completely dominated here!

Richard: That should make you happy.

Nick: Why?

Richard: I really don’t have the slightest clue. Shut up and watch the match.

Korver starts to stalk Dawkins who is starting to show signs of life. Dawkins is trying to pull himself back up, and Korver decides to help him as he rips him off the ground and whips him hard into the nearby corner! Korver then explodes towards Dawkins and slams into him with a clothesline that rocks Dawkins world! Dawkins though is able to remain standing on his feet, showing that he has some life still left. Korver backs up to go at it once again, but this time Dawkins is able to get both of his feet up which Colby runs into! Dawkins then hops up onto the top turnbuckle and nails the stunned Korver with a top rope bulldog that sends a message that Dawkins is far from being done! Both men lay there on the mat, motionless. Dawkins is motionless from the attack he’s been taken thus far while Korver from the complete shock of the attack from Dawkins. Dawkins slowly starts to move, hoping to make the tag to his team that he so desperately needs. He starts inching towards his corner while Korver gets back up, trying to get his bearings. As Dawkins nearly gets to his corner though, Korver is able to grab onto his ankle and slows him down before he gets to his team.

Richard: Dawkins once again denied!

Nick: Not a good sign for Dawkins if you ask me.

Richard: He’s going to have to do something fast.

Korver drags Dawkins back towards him and pulls him up to his feet. He goes for a forearm smash into the face of Dawkins, but the Bruh manages to duck it and nails an uppercut onto Corver before Dawkins drives his head into the mat with a DDT! Bryan is tired, it shows on his face, but a fire has been lit under him as he climbs up to the top rope and stands there for a minute before connecting with a Shooting Star Press, which the fans go crazy for! After the Hawaiian Hangover, Dawkins goes for the cover on Korver!

ONE!

TWO!

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THREE!

Bryan Dawkins Eliminates Colby Korver

Nick: WHOA! After the Hawaiian Hangover, Dawkins manages to eliminate Korver!

Richard: Okay, that was rather quick.

Nick: You’re telling me and look at the surprise on Team #3, who had done a pretty decent job of keeping Dawkins under wraps. But, now Dawkins is already tagging out to Christian Daniels while David Noble is going to come in for the eliminated Korver.

Noble doesn't get a chance to barely breath as he's met with a flurry of stiff fists courtesy of Christian Daniels! Noble starts to fight back, refusing to be outdone by The Biker 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! Daniels finally gets the upper hand as he starts wearing down Noble with punches hard enough to break bones. Noble starts getting pushed into the ropes as Daniels continues his relentless attack before whipping Noble into the ropes and as he bounces back, he wraps his arms around Noble’s waste before nailing him with an over-the-head belly-to-belly suplex that knocks the wind out of the Rising Star! Daniels wastes no time though as he walks over to Noble and starts stomping away at him before picking him back up off the mat and whipping him into the a set of turnbuckles. The Biker then walks over to Noble, climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and starts wailing at him. Even with their hatred against Daniels, they’re bound to count as Daniels starts pounding away at Noble!
ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

TEN!

Finally, the referee tells Daniels to get off of Noble and he obliges though he cheap shots Noble with an elbow to the face before he walks away and taunts Noble to come and get him. Noble, completely out of character, falls for it as he rushes at Daniels who nails him with a clothesline that sends the much smaller Noble to the ground in a mess. Daniels just stands over Noble as he taunts him so more before he picks Noble back off the mat once again and slams his knee into the face of Noble several times before sending him back to the corner where he came from is at and yells at them to send a real fighter. He looks over at Dusk and Rhine before offering them a salute, a middle finger one at that.

Nick: Such crass behavior from Christian Daniels.

Richard: I’d tell you that I love every second of it, but I think you already know that.

Nick: That I do.

Richard: But, can we just point out that Noble is an idiot for trying to go toe to toe with Daniels? I mean, seriously?

Nick: Noble has a No Fear attitude about him, though it will definitely get him into trouble when he runs into a monster like Daniels, as it looks like Dusk is coming into the ring now!

Richard: Oh joy. Then again, there’s no one over there that can deal with a man like Daniels.

Dusk and Daniels meet up in the middle of the ring as they lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Daniels, the larger of the two, is able to grab Dusk’s arm and twist it behind his back before he pushes Dusk away and tells him he wants a real wrestler. Dusk, still in an intense place, walks up to Daniels and slams his fist straight into the Biker's face, dropping Daniels, who was surprised by the forceful shot from the Lost Soul. Daniels gets right back up but not before being kicked in the midsection by Dusk and being planted in the middle of the ring by a DDT that sends a message to Daniels that he isn’t dealing with some bitch, but with the real deal. Dusk turns Daniels over and smacks him a few times before spitting in his face. Daniels takes exception to this as he pokes his thumb into Dusk’s eye causing the Lost Soul to grab at his face in pain. Christian gets back up and slams his foot into the chest of Dusk who is stunned by the shot. Daniels then waits for Dusk to get back up and nails him with a few chops to the chest. He then backs up for a clothesline, but Dusk 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 Dusk, the roar getting louder and louder. He then gets back up and pulls Daniels up with him before telling Daniels he wants a real wrestler and pushing him into Team #4's corner!

Nick: Dusk is definitely a guy who is not intimidated by men who stand seven feet tall.

Richard: That’s because he’s a retard.

Nick: The fans sure enjoyed seeing Dusk put Daniels back in his place at the same time!

Richard: I hate you. Meanwhile, it looks like Meat is about to enter the ring!

The fans are split on Meat as he walks into the ring, giving Dusk exactly what he wants. Meat looks at Dusk as he enters the ring for the very first time, wanting to see if Dusk can actually handle someone as talented as Meat in the ring, having never gone up against the Lost Soul The two walk up to each other and start jawing away at each other. Dusk then slaps the taste out of Meat’s mouth who retaliates with a flurry of punches of his own! Dusk, not seeing this coming at all, tries to cover up, but Meat wastes no time in kneeing Dusk in the midsection before bouncing off the ropes and nailing him with a legdrop that sends Dusk’s head smack into the mat! Meat though is like a fireball as he gets right back up and drags Dusk right back up before taking a step back and then knees Dusk again before hooking his arms up and nailing him with a double underhook Impaler DDT.

Richard: Meat, he was fresher out of the two, and knows this is his chance to make a name for himself. Unfortunately, everyone has made a name out of Dusk’s name.

Nick: You have to know Meat brought his best right then and there, and Dusk won’t make that same mistake twice.

Richard: He better not as Meat is tagging out to Troy Douglas.

The two waste no time as Dusk nails Douglas with a clothesline, but Douglas doesn’t remain down for long as he gets right back up and nails Dusk with a headbutt that stuns the Lost Soul! Douglas then wraps his arm around the head of Dusk before picking him up and nailing him with your basic suplex. However, with Dusk down on the ground, Douglas bounces off the ropes and nails him with a legdrop across the chest. Douglas though doesn’t lose his focus as he then turns Dusk over and sits on the small of Dusk's back and begins to wrench on his neck, trying to slow down the Lost Soul.

Nick: And Douglas doing his best to ground Dusk.

Richard: He’ll have to do something because apparently Dusk ate his Wheaties this morning.

Nick: Why do you think you’re just so funny?

Richard: Because I am!

Douglas continues to wrench back the move, causing Dusk a great deal of pain. However, Dusk refuses to give up, not now, not here. The fans start railing behind Dusk 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 Dusk on as Dusk moves fast enough to put Douglas in a dragon sleeper, and pulls back as hard as he possibly can as the fans explode into a frenzy while Douglas tries his best to fight out of it!

Richard: Could Douglas tap?!

Nick: I’d be surprised if he does.

Richard: It could happen!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

With the fans yelling out in support of Dusk, Daniels gets in the ring and slams his boot into the back of Dusk’s head, breaking up the hold! The referee gets Daniels out of the ring, as Dusk walks over to his corner and tags in Rhine who eagerly gets into the ring. He helps Douglas up off the mat and nails him with an uppercut, but Douglas retaliates with a stiff kick to the midsection for Rhine's problems. He then drags him over to the corner before connecting with the End of the Road for his trouble!
Richard: That might be it for Rhine!

Nick Stuart: That second rope falling underhook piledriver might have put Rhine out of this match!

Douglas slowly crawls over to Rhine and puts his arm across the Intense Champion’s chest.

ONE!

TWO!

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THREEE!

Jonathan Rhine Eliminated By Troy Douglas

Nick: And Rhine is done, and Team #3 is down to three people while everyone for Team #4 is still around. This is not looking good for them.

Richard: Quite frankly, it’s not.

Nick: And as Rhine is helped out of the ring, Noble and him share a few words, tempers definitely rising on their way to Colossus VI.

Richard: I don’t know who I want to watch lose more, Rhine or Noble. It’s not easy! Now, Douglas is tagging out to Tony Gamble.

Back in the ring, Blueberry happily gets while Gamble, seeing this as an acceptable challenge, rushes at Blueberry, knocking him down with a simple takedown. Blueberry, growing more and more upset as the seconds pass by him, gets back up and picks Gamble up before dropping him down stomach first over his knee! Gamble crumples up in pain as Blueberry just stalks his prey before picking him back up and tossing him into a turnbuckle. Making sure that Gamble feels the pain, he rushes him and nails him with an elbow to the sternum that causes even more destruction to Gamble who merely stumbles out of the ring before Blueberry rushes at him and nails him with a leg lariat that causes the fans to cheer on Blueberry. Blueberry, thinking that Gamble is down for the count, goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

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TH—NOOOOOO!

Gamble is able to kick out at the last possible second, much to the dismay of Blueberry who wanted to be able to eliminate him. Blueberry pounds his fist into the ground, the anger starting to swell up in him as he gets back and brings Gamble up with him. He then whips Gamble into the ring before nailing him with a boot to the face that drops the Grin onto the mat! Blueberry then bounces off the rope again and nails an elbow across the throat of Gamble, causing the fromer Jewel in the Crown winner to grab at this throat from the pain. He’s being picked apart and he doesn’t like it one bit. Blueberry then gets back up and spits at Gamble before walking over and tagging in Dusk who can’t wait to get back in the ring.

Nick: So remind me never to piss off Blueberry again.

Richard: No kidding. I’m thinking that he didn’t like Pineapples and it’s started to transfer over to everyone else.

Nick: That’s not scary at all.

Gamble rushes at Dusk who just slams his elbow into Tony's face. Dazed, Gamble steps back as Dusk rushes at him and nails him with a Lou Thesz Press and starts slamming fists into his face. Determined not to be outdone, Gamble pushes Dusk off of him and the two get back to their feet, but Dusk is dropped back to the mat with a dropkick from Gamble! 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 Gamble’s chest who isn’t enjoying that in the least bit. The Lost Soul then knees Gamble in the midsection before bouncing off the ropes and nailing him with a Shining Wizard that drops Gamble face first into the mat!

Nick: A rivalry is being reborn right here and right now!

Richard: Gamble better add to it or he’s just going to be a footnote in the history books.

Dusk, not wanting to waste a precious second, turns Gamble 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 Gamble off as he pushes him off again. Dusk gets up using the ropes and as he turns around, he sees Gamble heading right towards him. However, Dusk is quick enough to drop down and flip Gamble out of the ring and into the ring barrier! Gamble collides hard with the barrier, but is quickly pulling himself up. Meanwhile, Dusk bounces off the ropes and leaps over the ropes for a suicide dive that connects perfectly! The fans continue to chant Dusk on as he gets back up and slams his boot into Gamble’s face, causing even more blood to come from Gamble’s mouth! Gamble though just rolls with the punches and gets back up where he grabs Dusk by the head and suplexes him onto the hard floor! He then starts walking over, determined to beat Dusk to a bloody pulp. He walks over to the nearby ring steps and starts to pull them out, but they’re stuck. Dusk, sensing that this could turn ugly, gets back up without Gamble 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 Dusk comes up and connects with a running bulldog on Gamble that sends his skull colliding into the metal!

Nick: Dusk giving it his all to the Grin!

Richard: Things are not looking good for Gamble.

Nick: I think that’s an understatement if I’ve ever heard one.

Richard: Shut it, pretty boy.

With that, Dusk pulls Gamble off of the ground and sends him back into the ring. He follows up behind him and nails him with a clothesline that sends Gamble twisting inside out, his head still in a fog and unable to realize where he's at.

Richard: You know what, I hate this match. I hate you Dusk!

Nick: I don’t think he can hear you.

Richard: Do you want me to go into the ring and tell him?!

Nick: Yeah, go ahead and do it.

Richard: Okay, I’m going in now!

Nick: I’m waiting!

Richard: I’m going!

Nick: You’re still sitting.

Richard: I know. I think I wet myself.

Dusk just watches as Gamble starts to climb up to his feet, and Dusk can taste the victory on his lips. As he stands up, he turns around, and walks right into a superkick from the Lost Soul!

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Nick: LIGHTS OUT!

Richard: Good night, Gamble, good night.

Dusk, slowly rolls over towards Gamble and goes for the cover with the fans counting with the referee once again!

ONE!

TWO!

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THREE!

Tony Gamble Eliminated by Dusk

Richard: Well, that’s Team #4’s first person eliminated, and yet they’re still up one. So, all things aren’t lost.

Nick: We’ll see as Dusk is tagging out to Noble while Meat is stepping into the ring to replace the fallen Gamble.

Noble and Meat gets into it right away and the two start trading punches before Meat takes control and whips him into the ropes before connecting with a flying back elbow. Not wanting to be taken out easily, Noble gets right back up and nails a headbutt on Meat that sends him into the ropes where Noble nails Meat with a reverse Russian leg sweep that plants Meat face first into the mat. Not wanting to waste an opportunity, he rolls Meat over and goes for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

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TH—NOOOOOOOO!

Richard: And Noble foolishly thinks he can put Meat away that easily!

Nick: Well, these two met at UltraViolence with Noble walking out the victor and will now compete for the Intense Championship at Colossus VI.

Richard: What’s your point?

Nick: Not quite certain I had one right then and there.

Back in the ring, Noble and Meat are back up on their feet with Noble getting the best of Meat as he whips him into Meat’s own corner and nails him with a vicious clothesline. Without hesitation, he nails a huge blow to Daniels who is surprised by the blow and falls off the apron. Noble, feeling like he’s in complete control starts stomping away at Meat who is sitting in the corner extremely dazed. As Daniels gets back up and is cursing at Noble, the Rising Star completely loses it as he slides out of the ring and decks Daniels gain! Noble then gets back into the ring and nails an uppercut to Meat before riding him to the ground with a bulldog.

Richard: Has Noble lost his mind?

Nick: I don't know, but I'm certain Daniels is not happy about being punked by Noble like that!

Richard: He'll get his revenge.

Nick: I'm not quite surprised by that if you ask me.

Noble wastes no time as he gets back up to his feet and slams his knee into Meat’s face. He bounces off the ropes before nailing a full somersault in the air and comes crashing down across Meat’s chest and entire body! David doesn’t waste any time as the fans are fully behind him. He steps in between the ropes before launching himself over the top rope and nailing a leg drop across the throat of Meat!

NOBLE! NOBLE! NOBLE! NOBLE!

Nick: And David Noble is owning this match right now! He’s taken ownership of it!

Richard: That might be the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say.

Nick: I’m pretty certain that I’ve heard you say worse.

Richard: Yeah, but I’m saying it, not hearing

Before Noble has the chance to react, Meat tags in Daniels and Christian comes in fired up. He goes for a clothesline to the Rising Star, but David ducks underneath it before flying off the ropes and nails a flying forearm to the face of the Biker. Both go down and David gets right back up to his feet. He begins to climb up to the top rope and just plants himself there as he watches Daniels get up to his feet. As Daniels turns towards Noble, the Rising Star leaps off the top rope only to be caught by the monstrous hand of Daniels and chokeslammed to the mat in one fluid motion.

Nick: Okay, ouch. Seriously, ouch.

Richard: That’s a man who wants to destroy someone and that’s how you do it.

Nick: No kidding.

Richard: Now, to just put him away.

Daniels gets back to his feet, points at Dusk, and then lifts Noble off the ground before giving him the Knockout Blow!

ONE!

TWO!

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THREE!

David Noble Eliminated by Christian Daniels

Richard: And just like that, David Noble is GONE! We’re down to 4 against 2 now, and things are not looking good for Dusk and King Blueberry!

Nick: You have to feel for Noble, who strives to go against a giant. Sometimes though, the giant will take you down.

Richard: In impressive fashion as well.

Dusk rushes into the ring and starts slamming fist after fist to the monster known as Christian Daniels before he whips him into the ropes and nails him with a Lou Thesz Press! Dusk keeps wailing away at Daniels before Daniels has the energy to push Dusk off of him. Dusk though is wired as he rushes right back at Daniels and mounts him again. Daniels pushes him right back off again as Dusk gets back up and brings Daniels with him. He then whips him into the ropes before spiking him into the mat with a spinebuster! The fans cheer Dusk on as he looks down at Daniels, a coldness to his eyes.

Richard: It's weird watching Dusk just tower over Daniels, considering Dusk is a gnat compared to Daniels.

Nick: Yeah, but you're dealing a bull in a china shop with Dusk. He goes through any and everyone when given the chance.

Richard: Well, he’s going to need to do something because his team is slowly dwindling down and down.

Dusk then lifts Daniels off of the mat and whips him into the ropes before nailing with a kick to the midsection and DDT’s him into the center of the ring. He then goes for the cover…

ONE!

TWO!

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TH—NOO

But, it’s broken up by Bryan Dawkins who connected with a leg drop from the top rope across the back of Dusk’s skull!

Nick: WHOA!

Richard: Dawkins apparently will do anything in his power to make sure he wins this match!

Nick: No kidding!

As Dusk tries to get his bearings around, he rolls over towards his corner and manages to tag Blueberry in. Daniels wastes no time though as he sticks his arm out and his massive hand manages to tag in Meat who comes in only to be drilled in the face by the knee of King Blueberry! Meat takes the move in stride as he covers up his face, but is ready for Blueberry who goes for another and slams him to the mat. Meat immediately moves up on Blueberry and begins to blast him in the face with a few strong forearm moves. Blueberry tries to push the larger Meat off of him, but it’s no use as Meat is just manhandling him.

Richard: Things getting really bad for Team #3. The numbers are starting to add up and it might just be a matter of time before this match is done.

Nick: Don’t write Blueberry and Dusk off. They’re resillant.

Richard: That might be so, but that doesn’t mean they’re unstoppable. Trust me, neither of them are.

Nick: But, Blueberry defeated Vashaun!

Richard: So?

Nick: Just saying.

Meat brings Blueberry up to his feet and drills him in the face with an elbow that rocks Blueberry’s world. He moves in for another one, but Blueberry is ready for him as he drags him into him and nails him with a stiff uppercut followed by a jawbreaker that leaves Meat floored on the ground. Blueberry starts to climb up to the top rope before nailing 720 degree splash onto the larger Meat who takes the full brunt of the move! With the match completely in his control, he never sees Daniels step into the ring and nail him with a big boot to the face that cracks Blueberry in half.

Richard: Where did that come from?!

Nick: Come on ref!

Richard: And Dusk is trying to go after Daniels, but the referee is stopping him!

Nick: Such crap!

Daniels then drapes Meat over Blueberry who isn’t moving after the brutal shot.

ONE!

TWO!

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THREE!

King Blueberry Eliminated by Meat

Nick: Okay, now things definitely do not look good for the Lost Soul.

Richard: Yeah, you’re not kidding.

Nick: Dusk steps into the ring and you can see that fire in his eyes as Daniels, Douglas, and Dawkins stand on the edge of the ring, looking at him. He’s their prey in a way, but I think Dusk isn’t going down without a fight if you ask me.

Richard: Well, first, he needs to start evening the field.

Dusk moves into the ring and looks at Meat who is struggling to get up to his feet. He glares over at the opposite corner and nods his head towards them, realizing the challenge in front of him. Yet, he shows no fear as Meat gets up and Dusk throws his entire body into Meat and slams him into the corner. Dusk is like a rabid beast, thrown into a pack of wild wolves, and starts laying fist after fist to the helpless body of Meat. After a few moments and the fans just going into a frenzy, he whips Meat into the ropes and spikes him into the mat with a spinebuster that gets the fans just going crazy.

Nick: And Dusk is telling his opponents that he’s not going down without a fight! None at all!

Richard: Numbers are still against him. He’s going to have to keep moving like this and I don’t think that’s likely.

Dusk yells at Meat to get up to his feet and not knowing where he’s at, Meat does just that. One swift kick to the midsection later, Meat is laid out on the ground after the Ranhei connects beautiful.

DUSK! DUSK! DUSK! DUSK! DUSK!

Richard: Could this be one down?

Nick: Judging from the look in Dusk’s eye, he knows Daniels might get involved at any minute, but he still goes for the cover. But, he’s looking dead at that corner, daring them to do so.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Meat Eliminated by Dusk

Richard: And just like that, it’s down to, oh wait, still three to one. He’s a goner!

Nick: He’s got a lot of work to do, but no one really calls Dusk a goner until that three count comes crashing down.

Richard: Well, let’s see about that as Bryan Dawkins is in the ring next!

Dusk then grabs Dawkins and drills him with an elbow that sends Dawkins crashing to the ground. Dusk bounces off the ropes and hops onto the top rope and nails a springboard leg drop across the throat of Dawkins who can just grab his throat in a world of pain! Dusk feels the adrenaline as he gets back up and brings Dawkins with him. He whips him into the nearby turnbuckle and sizes him up. Hhe then walks up to him and just decides to slam his fist into Dawkins' jaw before hip tossing him out of the corner. Before long though, hhe bounces off the ropes and nails him with a Discus Legdrop, continuing to focus on Dawkins’s throat.

Nick: Dusk isn’t slowing down in the least bit!

Richard: He’ll slow down eventually.

Dusk gets back up to his feet and comes face to face with Daniels, who has become the enforcer in the match. The referee tries to force Daniels out of the ring, but he shoves him out of the way and Dusk takes this chance to unleash on Daniels. Yet, before he can get going, Daniels slams his knee into Dusk’s midsection before drilling him into the mat with a powerbomb! Dusk twitches from the pain and Daniels moves Dawkins on top of Dusk!

OOOOOOOOONE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

TH—NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Richard: I’m shocked Dusk kicked out of that!

Nick: Well, he’s not ready to give up yet.

Richard: He will be soon enough.

Dawkins rolls off of Dusk and starts to get up to his feet, dragging the Lost Soul with him. He slams his elbow into Dusk’s throat before he leaps onto the middle rope and connects with a Tornado DDT on Dusk that leaves the Lost Soul laid out in the middle of the ring. Dawkins bounces off the ropes and connects with a fist drop between Dusk’s eyes and feels the momentum shifting to his side. He then hops onto the top rope in one single jump and connects with a splash off the top rope that signals the end is coming closer and closer for the Lost Soul. Dawkins moves towards the edge of the ring before moving between the ropes and holds onto the top rope as he watches Dusk get up to his feet. He then leaps onto the top rope and springboards towards the Lost Soul only to be drilled with a superkick to the jaw.

Richard: What the hell?! WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?!

Nick Stuart: No idea, no idea at all! I thought Dusk was done for too! Can he get the cover and bring it to a two on one match?!

Richard Parker: Man, I hope not.

In the ring, Dusk slowly covers Dawkins, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders lighten just a little bit.

ONE!

TWO!

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…

…

THREEEEEEEEEE!

DUSK! DUSK! DUSK! DUSK! DUSK!

Bryan Dawkins Eliminated By Dusk

Nick: And we’re down to three! Dusk! Daniels! Douglas! Oh, boys and girls, it’s about to get hot!

Richard: I don’t think Dusk has it in him. Daniels and Douglas are going to crush him.

Nick: We shall see, I guess.

Richard: Dusk can barely stand as it is!

Daniels slowly enters the ring as Dusk has pulled himself into his corner, trying to find that fifth or sixth wind from somewhere. Yet, as he pulls himself up, Dusk feels nothing as he walks to the center of the ring. Daniels starts first with a vicious punch to the face. Dusk, not wanting to be outdone, slams his fist into Daniels’s jaw! Daniels stumbles back slightly as Dusk continues the punishment and goes to whip Daniels into the ropes. However, Daniels is able to reverse it and sends Dusk in the ropes where he connects with a spinebuster on the former Intense Champion! The fans boo him as he gets right back up and brings him along with him. He then whips him into the nearby corner to which he collides hard with the turnbuckles. Daniels saunters over before lifting Dusk up onto the top turnbuckle and following after.

Richard: Okay, this is not going to be pretty.

Nick: Daniels is not the kind of person to get up on the top rope, so whatever he has planned, everyone needs to just run for cover.

Richard: And watch the demise of the Lost Soul.

Once up there, he pulls Dusk up standing and is able to balance the both of them up there as he wraps his arms around him and appears to be going for a top rope belly-to-belly suplex, which is sure to end the match for Dusk! However, Daniels is having problems with Dusk as he seems lifeless. Then, out of nowhere, he headbutts him and leaps onto his shoulders before connecting with a three hundred and sixty degree hurricarana from the top rope, in to a pin! The referee, stunned by this immediately goes for the count!

ONE!

TWO!

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…

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Christian Daniels Eliminated by Dusk

Nick: WHAT?!

Richard: WHAT?!

Nick: WHAT?!

Richard: WHAT?!

Nick: Okay, I’m done.

Richard: WHAT?!

Nick: Seriously, stop it. But, it’s down to Dusk and Douglas now! I did not see this happening come the start of the show. Or even five minutes ago! Yet, Dusk has fought against all odds to even this match up!

Richard: WHAT?!

Both competitors lay out in the middle of the ring, winded, and dazed. Yet, Daniels is done, and in comes Douglas who is looking at the Lost Soul with respect in his eyes. The fans continue to chant Dusk on as he starts to move, trying to find the energy to even stand. Meanwhile Douglas stands there, his hands moving, but he is just looking at his opponent. The referee checks on Dusk, hoping to see if anything is visibly wrong with him, but there is nothing. The match must go on. Slowly, Dusk starts to pull herself up using the ropes and looks over at Douglas. Douglas pauses for a moment though before he slams his forearm into Dusk's stomach, dropping Dusk to one knee. Slowly, Dusk gets back up to his feet only to be speared by Douglas who turns it into a cover!

ONE!

TWOOOOOOOO!

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…

…

…

THR--- NOOOOOO!

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Richard: And Dusk is still alive! HOW?!

Nick: I couldn’t even begin to tell you.

Richard: This match will go on though folks.

Douglas slowly pulls himself up and brings Dusk along with him as he’s determined not to let this stop him. He whips him into the ropes and plants him with a perfect dropkick. Knowing he is going to need something more than that, he gets back up and tries to decide what will put Dusk away once and for all. He then walks over to him and pulls him up once again, hoping after this that it’ll be all over. He then tries to go for a neckbreaker, but Dusk is able to push Douglas away from him. When he turns around, he kicks him in the midsection before dropping him with a DDT. Dusk then forces himself back up to his feet and rushes over to the turnbuckle and slowly climbs up it. Dusk then sizes Douglas up before leaping off the turnbuckle for a Shooting Star Press!

Nick: Dusk with the huge move! This could be it! Dusk could pull it off!

Richard: I don’t know about that. Not yet at least.

Dusk slowly goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

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…

…

…

THRE--- NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: And Douglas is not done, and the fans are going crazy here!

Richard: These two are giving it their all!

Nick: Something’s going to have to give eventually.

Both competitors lay in the center of the ring as Dusk is slow to his feet. Douglas though looks to be lifeless as he walks over to him and pulls him up. However, Douglas is playing possum and drags Dusk to the ground before getting him in the Scorpion Deathlock! Dusk howls in pain as he tries to fight out of it, the fans chanting his name, but he feels so much pain against his lower back. He wants to tap, but as he looks out at the fans, he sees them all on their feet, for him. He digs down deep, while the referee checks on him, and manages to get to the ropes long enough for the referee to break the hold.

Nick: Dusk somehow fights out of it!

Richard: Impossible!

Douglas walks over to Dusk and starts to pull him up to his feet. Yet, before Douglas has the chance to strike, Dusk pushes him away ever so slightly and gets enough room to connect with the superkick!

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Richard: No...

Nick: Lights Out!

Holding onto the top rope, he feels all of the life leave his body as Douglas falls to the ground.

He begins to crawl over to his foe, so much respect in his heart, and goes for the cover.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!

...

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

...

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Troy Douglas Eliminated by Dusk

DING! DING! DING!

Nick: The Lost Soul has done it. He called this his chance at a farewell, his one chance to say goodbye to the PRIME fans.

Richard: You know what, respect. That's all I got for the man right now. You don't step into the PRIME ring, and do that. You don't see things like that, against the best in the world.

The fans stand on their feet as Dusk is helped to his feet. Not by the referee, but by Troy Douglas, in the ultimate show of respect and hoists his hand up. Dusk can only smile, his body ravaged with pain and looks out at the fans.

A standing ovation.

A final farewell, from the PRIME fans, to the Lost Soul.

Nick: Another great match here at ReVolution 200! Thank you so much for –

SKKKKSHT

Richard: Dude, uncool. This is a big deal show and you're making childish sounds.

SKKKRSHT

The second time the sound tears through the speakers, the whole shot briefly goes to snow. And not Jason.

Richard: Uhm, hello? Do you people want to be fired by Lisa Tyler for screwing this show of all shows?

Nick: Not exactly sure what's happening here, fans. I know we're about to go --

SSSSKKKKKKRRRRRSHHHT

Do not adjust the horizontal or the vertical.

"So sorry about that."
"Really, it's quite rude of us."
"Unconscionable."

Two voices replace the horrible sound of feedback, a man and a woman, with the unmistakable sound of privilege behind their words. The shot is clearly on, three silhouettes in the darkness. Two of them step forward into pools of light, and somewhere, Madison Square Garden hears a smattering of boos.

The man on the left isn't tall or buff anywhere else but his smile, with green eyes that sparkle with that hidden malevolence. The woman on the right has auburn hair, a killer body, and a tongue you're going to wish would just shut up in three... two... one...

Man: Good evening, reprobates and people stealing cable.

Woman: Don't forget Bryan Dawkins' fans.

Man: I never quite mastered the surfer lingo. My name is Andreas van der Wal. At my side as always is a woman who could draw a chubby from the Pope or a 'roided up thug like Christian Daniels, my cousin, Siena.

Siena van der Wal: We couldn't ignore the calls for our return to your television forever.

Andreas van der Wal: Though, believe me, we tried.

Siena van der Wal: You cannot imagine how embarrassing it was to have Tyler stand at my window with a boombox over her head.

Andreas van der Wal: Which Tyler?

The woman taps a finger to her cheek, nodding in acquiescence.

Siena van der Wal: Ever so hard to keep track, love.

Andreas van der Wal: So PRIME has reached two hundred episodes of their ReVolution program.

Siena van der Wal: I heard that. I bet four of them were actually entertaining.

Andreas van der Wal: My dear, that is positively uncalled for. We were on close to twenty.

Siena van der Wal: That does improve their odds, yes. Tell me, I have been off doing things far more important, did anything change?

The Serpent pulls out a yellow legal pad and a #2 pencil.

Andreas van der Wal: Let us see. Chandler Tsonda is still an arrogant tool.

Siena van der Wal: With a smile that you can only dream of having, my dear.

Andreas van der Wal: Mayhaps. Wade Elliott is still a drunken idiot, but he's at least grousing at the right people.

Siena van der Wal: Devin Shakur still overcompensating for certain shortcomings?

Andreas van der Wal: Oh, without a doubt. He even hangs around with a leather-clad biker now.

Siena van der Wal: He's hardly even pretending!

Andreas van der Wal: Sometimes, you have to let love in.

Siena van der Wal: My god, it is just the same as it was. What of Troy?

Andreas van der Wal: Her great-grand uncle is ill or something. Which is absolutely not code for her gallivanting about to fuck her boyfriend. And PRIME has new talent now. It is entirely different, they totally promise. And Tyler Rayne has been put out of commission.

The Harpy elbows the man in the side, putting her finger to her lips.

Siena van der Wal: Don't say that too loudly, dear. She's still quite upset.

Andreas van der Wal: Forgive our rudeness, apes.

Siena van der Wal: PRIMEates. They're called PRIMEates.

Andreas van der Wal: Six of one, a half-dozen of another. You may remember us from last year, when our client tore through your federation before C.P. Cantrell fired her, simply for daring to be associated with a woman he helped pick a fight with.

Siena van der Wal: It was entirely unjustified. Had she been the type who cared, I am certain she could have pursued legal action.

Andreas van der Wal: And if it had been a worthwhile place to return to.

Siena van der Wal: That as well. But we have come to you on this, the 200th edition of your fine program to say hello.

She waves, just once.

Andreas van der Wal: How are the kiddies?

Siena van der Wal: Your family doing well?

Andreas van der Wal: Oh, that's positively lovely to hear. Well, have a good evening, and thank you for the time to deliver this critically-important, life-changing—

Siena van der Wal: Dear.

Andreas van der Wal: Hmm?

Siena van der Wal: I do believe you have forgotten something.

Andreas van der Wal: Have I? Ah, yes. Cozen?

The third silhouette races forward, all flailing arms and legs, long hair waving gaily through the air. When she steps into the light, throwing her arms around the Smiling Serpent and the Auburn-Haired Harpy, it's a rare sight to see the Faceless Fighter not playing a character (other than herself). But there she is, in her familiar canary-yellow jacket, her tarry black hair held back with a couple of cute barrettes. Her yin-yang gaze hits the camera, accompanied by a shiny bright smile.

Cozen: Hiyeeee! Who are we talking to?

Andreas van der Wal: The PRIME fans.

Cozen: Oh, goody! I haven't seen Billy, Mack and Buddy in ages!

Her eyes are wide, hair so girlish and cute.

Cozen: Didn't I get fired from there for hanging around with Miss Alex?

Siena van der Wal: Yes, you did. A tragedy.

Cozen: Did my plan to give Lindsay's uncle cancer work?

Andreas van der Wal: It would appear so.

Cozen: Then I forgive them! Come here, you big galoots!

She grabs both of the cousins/siblings/lovers/whatevers in headlocks. These hurt, because the Crazy doesn't know her own strength.

Siena van der Wal: Owowow, my hair!

The former Universal Champion fixes her unsettling gaze on the camera.

Cozen: For now, fellas, I'm not around, dust on the wind, whoosh like an airplane. Creepy C-P cut my strings and like a marionette I fell. Sad. But I'm drinking milk! And someday, I'll be back, just like I never left. And then there will be faces, and I will kick them. Until then, I still work for Miss Alex sometimes, and me and Craiggles can be seen on this other show, but I don't think I'm supposed to say the name.

What follows is a stage whisper, as she releases Siena to cup a hand around her lips.

Cozen: It's on the Cinemax in between all the porn movies!

Andreas van der Wal: For now, I'm Andreas van der Wal.

Siena van der Wal: And I'm Siena van der Wal.

Cozen: AND I'M COZIE-WOZIE!

Andreas van der Wal: And you'll see us... sooner than you think.

Cozen: BYE-BYE~!

Static. Fizzle. Cut back to Madison Square Garden. And somewhere else, please.

The heart grows fonder with time, or at least that is the adage spouted about by those in the wrestling industry. Once the lifestyle has encapsulated the mind, coursed through every weary veins, and become, literally, a part of you, there is seldom a case where someone can go cold turkey and leave the game behind. It's the fame. Going out every night for 20,000 diehards who have thrown a week's pay on the table just to get in the building and watch lives hang in the balance. It's the money. Let's face facts, wrestlers aren't making minimum wage, slaving over bacteria infested floors with a mop, one wrong move from slipping and breaking their backs over a pool of water. It's the benefits. They are vast and unlimited. There is no cloud out of grasp when riding down Hollywood Boulevard in a Rolls Royce with three buxom blonde's dying to find out how many times they can ride Space Mountain.

It's the roar of the crowd. No words can accurately describe sending a jolt of electricity through any wrestling arena with only the sound of words.

"So let's be honest, bruh...how many ladies came to the Garden with ya tonight?"

BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Maybe it's because Madison Square Garden is notorious for producing massive pops. Although, one would be hard pressed to find a more popular superstar than Bryan Dawkins. The Flyin Hawaiian gets gobs of fans on their feet. Kids become overjoyed, reveling and boasting their $9.99 3-D "Bruhvision" glasses, women get the ultimate thrill ride, imagining the wildest night of their lives, and most men envy him with respect. Hell, who wouldn't want to be in his shoes?

"Well, you know I roll seven deep on most nights, but due to the occasion, I brought out double the pleasure, double the boobs."

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The decibel level reaches over 130, which is on par with standing right next to a jet or receiving a Dusk superkick. Even though The Underground Pimp is stuck in a wheelchair, braces enveloping his knees, he still has the million dollar smile and chiseled physique.

Tyler Rayne: Plus, you know, since Dusk is around I figured we should give him a chance to see one before he goes off into the sunset.

Bryan Dawkins: Think they've got any of those Baby Dusk dolls left over at the merch table, bruh? Missed out on grabbin' one of those the first time around.

The Underground Pimp chuckles, reaching into a torn denim jean pocket and pulling out a small plastic bag.

Tyler Rayne: Funny you should mention that Hawaii, because I've got a little shilling to do now that I'm back. You don't mind do you?

Bryan Dawkins: Would it matter if I did, bruh?

Rayne finds Camera X and flashes his pearly whites. All the ladies in attendance shiver simultaneously, and if they want to make it through the rest of the night should probably seek the restroom and put on the standby pair of panties.

Tyler Rayne: Boys and girls, elders who are still children at heart, are you tired of all the outlandish shit out there on the market? I mean, only a few, if any, toys actually stay popular for more than a couple weeks and then you are looking for the new hotness. The next big thing to keep you occupied during those long rainy days. Well, Uncle Ty, and yes I'm more than likely most of your uncles, has the solution. Introducing...

Rayne unwraps the plastic bag and tosses it into a nearby bin. He holds out the object in his hand. It faintly resembles a hilarious rib from a generation ago in the land of PRIME.

Tyler Rayne: The BRAND NEW Baby Dusk squeak toy.

SQUEAK, SQUEAK

Tyler Rayne: The fun you can have with this little bastard is endless. You can dress him up however you like, throw him around, feed him to the dog, hell you can even pretend he's your best buddy and hold tea parties. I'm looking at you, High Flyer.

SQUEAK, SQUEAK

Tyler Rayne: For only $19.99, you can purchase your Baby Dusk Squeak Toy. If you call 1-800-MID-CARD right now, I am willing to throw in two for the price of one. You can even purchase these fine accessories. A pacifier.

The Bruh flashes the pacifier.

Tyler Rayne: And this Intense Championship.

The Bruh reveals a miniature Intense Championship.

Tyler Rayne: Although, for some reason it can never stay on. Anyhow, that number is 1-800-MID-CARD. Order hard and order fast because these are gonna fly faster than Hawaii over here.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

The Pimp and Bruh take their respective bows. After taking a moment to soak in the massive rounds of applause, Dawkins assumes his initial position behind the wheelchair and continues moving Rayne around.

Tyler Rayne: So I know I haven't been gone...what...two fuckin' months, but there's something I gotta know.

Bryan Dawkins: Shoot, bruh.

Tyler Rayne: Is the catering area still a slice of heaven, or has BLT shot that all to hell in her attempt to cure that deep rooted PMS?

Bryan Dawkins: Well, I've got good news and bad news, Bruh. Which one ya want first?

Tyler Rayne: The bad, can't ever have enough of that lingering.

Bryan Dawkins: Well, your Code Red? Yeah...it's well...gone, bruh.

Tyler Rayne: Sweet fucking Christ, kid. Why did I even come back? There can't be good news after that.

Dawkins grins.

Bryan Dawkins: Well bruh...the good news is that there's a shit-ton of pineapple, and nobody else in the place loves it but me. So it's all good.

Dawkins flashes a quick hang-loose to the camera.

BRUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Rayne shows Dawkins the one finger salute.

Tyler Rayne: Had to go and be a giant cock about it didn't you?

Bryan Dawkins: I learned from the best, bruh.

Speaking of learning from the best...

"Smells like a reunion in here."

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

The Model Citizen streaks into the scene, sweat glistening from his slightly hulking frame. The smell of hairspray follows him along with a cavalcade of interns stuck at his hip, processing numbers and attempting to put forth their best deductions as to who his opposition is for the evening. None of them can provide a definitive answer since most of their BlackBerries keep busting when attempting to cram all the information.

Chandler Tsonda: Someone go grab me a Fiji water before I pass the eff out.

With his interns rushing to please their benefactor, Tsonda gets himself in front of The Underground Pimp's wheelchair. To see Tyler Rayne back in a wrestling arena is something he could only imagine in his wildest dreams. Every couple of weeks they would exchange information over the phone, and Rayne was content to rehabilitate, soaking in the fruits of his massive PRIME paydays on the California coast.

It's a sight that Tsonda can't believe, one that maybe he doesn't want to believe. A few thoughts gallivant, and he strokes his smooth chin in contemplation.

Tyler Rayne: You ain't seein a fuckin' mirage, Tink, I'm really here.

Having been in the industry for an extensive duration, Tsonda can sense that something is afoot. He just can't put the pieces of the puzzle together. It looks like Tyler Rayne. Sounds like him. Even acts like him.

Can it really be?

The expression on The Flyin Hawaiian's face eases some worry away.

Chandler Tsonda: Last I heard, you were terrorizing the area's topless beaches. You develop a phobia of titties or something?

Tyler Rayne: I heard you bastards were trying to do a monumental show without me. You know I go where the party is kid, and it's here in...Madison Square Garden.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

He even gets a cheap pop like Tyler Rayne. Dawkins comes around the side and interjects before Tsonda can retort.

Bryan Dawkins: C'mon bruh...I told you before I came back that I talked to Ty and mentioned ReV 200 to him a while back. He said he'd show up...ya know, as long as I promise to give PRIME's official guyliner endorsee a little hint that he'd be here.

Dawkins winks at the camera, shedding some light on what happened at the end of 199 last week.

Chandler Tsonda: I should have gotten it in twelve different forms of electronic communication and a singing telegram.

Tyler Rayne: You have those shit stains for interns and you expect information to actually come in on time?

Tsonda shoots a glance over the shoulder and sees that three of the interns are taking turns measuring the temperature inside his water bottle. With a heavy sigh, he shrugs his shoulders.

Tyler Rayne: You still aren't convinced? Well, I hate to give something of such high quality out for free...

Rayne reaches down and retrieves the Baby Dusk Squeak toy, extending it toward Tsonda. The Viet Viper examines the doll, spinning it around and giving it a squeak of his own.

SQUEAK

The Model Citizen elicits a slight chuckle and shakes his head in disbelief.

Chandler Tsonda: I'll admit that it'd take a pretty good impostor to actually try and sell this shit.

Bryan Dawkins: He's...got a point there, bruh.

Tyler Rayne: Fuck that noise, I know both of you will be camping out in your pineapple scented and...hairspray smelling pink tents when these hit the mainstream. I might even be courteous enough and sign them for ya.

Chandler Tsonda: Just know that you're picking up our bar tabs until further notice for this little...surprise visit.

Bryan Dawkins: Nah, I'll still take those. I'll just snatch your wallet-

Rayne sticks his hand up and gets Dawkins to bend down. The Underground Pimp whispers something in his ear.

Bryan Dawkins: Sorry, I'll snatch your purse, bruh.

Tsonda scoffs sardonically.

Chandler Tsonda: Pffft. It's a European handbag and it gets me snatch in astronomical numbers. Not my fault if you two are behind the times.

Tyler Rayne: First...no. Fuck no. Second, I keep my lettuce tight, Tink, besides I'd rather not have enough chemicals in my hair to, when conditions are right, generate a nuclear bomb that could wipe out a couple hundred thousand people.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

With a straight face, Dawkins peers at Tsonda.

Bryan Dawkins: Face it, bruh...I'm the new sex symbol of PRIME.

BRUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

Both of his mentors shoot intimidating glances in Dawkins direction, but he crosses his arms in defiance. He's not gonna back off those words.

Chandler Tsonda: ...right. Have you decided whether this...appearance is for business or pleasure?

Tyler Rayne: Hopefully a dabble of both. I got some unsettled issues with Emo that aren't gonna go away on their own.

Chandler Tsonda: Sure that's a good idea?

Tyler Rayne: Sure as I'll ever be.

Chandler Tsonda: You know where I'm at. (pause) And the door won't be locked this time.

Tsonda and Rayne exchange some long overdue dap before The Model Citizen takes his leave, returning to yell at his interns.

Bryan Dawkins: Well bruh, let's go take care of the business end of the night first...then we can go get you taken care of on the pleasure end by the dozen or so Rayne Dancers you've got waiting back in the locker room.

Tyler Rayne: Sounds like a fuckin' plan.

"We don’t have time for this. Something has to be done now. Yeah. Gotta be done. Yeah."

The janitor returns, half the floor cleaned and shiny. His blue coveralls fit his body from head to toe, the camera still at his back. He’s mumbling something just barely audibly.

"You asked for this [unintelligible]. You wanted this. You all wanted this."

The mop lifts, and the janitor places the dirty head into the water. He thrusts it into the basket violently, mumbling still. "Ferguson. Gotta be Ferguson. Gotta be Nova. Black Angel and Rolo, too. Or Troy. Troy. And Williams. Williams. Williams…"

The PRIME fan janitor spills the water down the hallway, calming after his angry episode.

"Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. Happy place. Happy place. Happy place. Happy place…"

With a sigh, the PRIME fan janitor begins mopping up his mess with a chuckle.

"Wolfenden. Haha. Liseiux. Noble. Olsig. Ooooh… Pham and Bojangles. Nice. Whoo~"

The air is crisp. The moon is full. Somewhere in the world, a baby is born. Somewhere else, an abortionist cries. His family shall continue to go wanting.

It is on this very night that the earth rotates on a 47-degree axis, so the stars can touch the sky and create an equinox. Oh, and did I mention you can see the Big Dipper? It is also on this very night that a man makes his return to PRIME for the first time in years. Arguably the greatest wrestler in the history of the world. He is…the man called Clyde.

Walkins, that is. Black gold. Texas tea.

And standing with him for his groundbreaking return interview is none other than Matt Mills.

Mills: Clyde Walkins, tonight you make your return to PRIME for the first time in-

Cutting Mills off, Clyde pulls the microphone out of his hand and looks straight into the camera.

Walkins: Finally…The Walk has come BACK…to ReVolution.

A canned cheer rises throughout the arena, as a prerecorded chant of ‘Walky! Walky!’ can be heard. Mills takes this moment to retrieve his microphone.

Mills: As I was saying, this is your first time back on a PRIME card in over two years. How does it feel to make your return on one of the biggest cards we’ve ever produced?

Walkins: Well, ya know something, Mean Gene…I’m totally excited to be back here in this great arena, brother! And to all my little Walkamaniacs out there, say your prayers, take your vitamins, and snap into a Slim Jim! OOOH YEAH!

Mills just raises an eyebrow, looking totally confused. But a job’s a job.

Mills: Some people have been say-

Once again, Clyde rips the microphone out of his hand.

Walkins: IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOUR NAME IS!

It’s at this point that Matt Mills decides to say fuck it and go drink some of the stuff under the sink. Clyde doesn’t seem to notice the interviewer leave, and keeps rambling on like nothing happened.

Walkins: The Walk doesn’t care what people have been saying. All The Walk cares about is the millions…AND MILLIONS…of The Walk’s fans. And when all is said and done tonight, he’ll be the one man left standing. IF YA SMELLALALALALALA! What The Walk…is…cooking!

Clyde lifts an eyebrow, staring straight into the camera while the canned chants pick up again, before tossing the microphone down and walking away.

"Where is the rest of your team?"

The voice is strange, foreign. In the trenches of ReVolution everyone knows everyone, be it by voice or smell or sound. The tones and mannerisms are well known by most who tread backstage at the show, but to even the most die-hard fan the male voice emanating from the locker room is a tough one to put a face to.

The intimidating physical form of Hessian is easily identifiable in the room, and the stale smell of herbs and chemicals coming from Garbage Bag Johnny is all that people need to know he's there too. But who is the third man?

Tim Vale: I thought you said you had a unit assembled.

Hessian stands over the older gentleman, a bull-like steamy snort letting the outsider know whose territory he's in.

Garbage Bag Johnny: Hess. This is Tim, the finest referee ever to wear the stripes for GCW. He ain't here to ruffle any feathers, but we go way back, so I thought I'd bring him on.

Hessian: What's he doing here, John?

Garbage Bag Johnny: It's Johnny, man. I ain't never heard of no "John" character.

Hessian: So. Why. Is. He. Here?

Garbage Bag Johnny: Well I figure we know who we're teaming up with, but we don't know who we're facing so I figured if we bring in a little outside help farther afield than who we're going to be booked against then . . .

Tim Vale: Wait, what? You told me that Bernie Roberts needed referee training from a professional. No one told me anything about match preparation!

The crowd watching the scene unfold on the PRIME*View boo furiously at the jibe against PRIME's premier official.

Nick (OSV): What in the hell is a GCW staffer doing on ReVolution?

Richard (OSV): Johnny's been watching Mutiny on the Bounty again . . . that's never good.

Hessian: Look I just want to know what you're doing here because right now we're about five minutes away from a very important match against God only knows who, and I haven't seen hide nor hair of Chainz or Winters or even Jack. Johnny we need a game plan and your far-fetched fantasy land musings aren't going to help here.

Garbage Bag Johnny: I ran with Jack a while ago. He's a bit of a shifty character, and I don't know much about this Winters fellow, but Chainz is solid. Don't worry about him. I'm just trying to think of a fresh way to approach this other than going out there and picking up whatever pieces you leave behind.

Hessian: That sounds like a good plan to me.

Tim Vale: Hey, you're not setting me up for Bernie to kick my ass are you?

Johnny stops, stroking his chin and contemplating the idea.

Garbage Bag Johnny: Nah, not our style. You'd be more likely to be bagged up by the gestapo and carted off to the PRIME 1 Interrogation Room, but don't worry about that. Hess won't let that happen. Right, Hess?

Hessian: Ohhh . . . now I see.

Garbage Bag Johnny: Yeah you do. So how about we bide our time and see what kind of mice this piece of cheese catches us?

Hessian: Very cunning Mr. Bag. Very cunning indeed. I'm down for that.

Garbage Bag Johnny: Then it's settled. With this odorous GCW presence here we're sure to snare some baddies.

Tim Vale: What do you mean, settled? I never agreed to this!

The two chuckle while Tim Vale looks on very unsure of the plan, and as the scene fizzes to static we hear the familiar chirping of the Primeasauri stalking him in the undergrowth.

Nick: Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got a special treat for you coming up. Last week, we tried to have Devin Shakur and Bryan Dawkins sign their Colossus contract. This week, for this very special edition of Revolution, we’re going to see the competitors of the Colossus’ Main Event, right here in the middle of the ring, signing on the dotted line!

Richard: And how are these to going to co-exist, not only when they come out here now, but when they’re forced to team up together later on tonight?

Nick: Well, we’re about to find out.

Ding, ding, ding!

Vince Howard stands in the center of the ring, Lisa Tyler over one shoulder and Matt Mills over the other. There’s a desk behind him also, right in the center of the ring, and the ring mat itself is covered in a bright red ceremonial rug.

Vince: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your 5-Star Champion, and your number one contender for PRIME’s Universal Championship… hailing from Jackson, Mississippi…

Right on cue, "Jackson, Mississippi" begins to play.

Vince Howard: The Next in Line…

Nick: Quite a few cheers for the for the 5 Star Champ!

Richard: And still his fair share of boos. He's been a divisive personality.

Vince Howard: Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiseeerrrrrr Vaaaasshhaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuunn!!!

Vashaun takes his time stepping through the curtain, taking a moment to absorb his reception. The 5-Star championship sparkles around his waist, and in time, he begins to the ring.

Nick: I can’t say I’ve always liked this guy, and to be honest, I still don’t know if I do, but you have to admit that he’s had an incredible start to his career. First, there was the Intense Championship, and he was arguably the best Intense Champion in PRIME’s history. Next came the 5-Star Championship. And now, Kaiser Vashaun is right on the verge of winning all three of PRIME’s singles championships. What a feat that would be at this day in age!

As Vashaun gets to the ring, he unstraps his championship and holds it high above his head to an avalanche of flash bulbs.

Richard: Of course it would be! And I like Vashaun as much as the next guy, but in order to do that, he’s going to have to get through Jason Snow! He’s going to have to beat the unbeatable. Stop the unstoppable. Snow’s been tearing through PRIME for a year now.

Nick: But so has Vashaun! What a match we’ve got coming at Colossus! Champion vs. Champion! I’ve got goosebumps, Richard!

"Right Next Door to Hell" by Guns N’ Roses

Richard: I’ve got goosebumps now!

Vince: And now, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome PRIME’s Universal Champion! From Backwater, Canada…

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Vince: The Original Villain…

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

Vince: Jaaaaasssooooonnnnn Snnooooooooooooooowwwwwwww!!!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Snow appears at the top of the ramp, Universal Championship dangling from one hand. He stalks there for a moment, back and forth, eyes slashing strips toward the ring. Finally, he begins the trek downward, and slides under the bottom rope. After holding a wary eye on Vashaun, he quickly flutters up to the second turnbuckle and holds his championship above his head, scolding the audience all the while for their hatred toward him.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

As Vince Howard ducks out of the ring, Matt Mills takes over the microphone and steps toward the pair of champions. But by now, they’ve found each other as well, and they stand toe to toe in the center of the ring, getting closer, closer, closer… Nose to nose. Eye to eye.

Snow looks the short distance up while Vashaun’s jaw twitches. His fingers do as well, occasionally balling into a fist.

Nick: This could explode at any moment.

Matt Mills clears his throat.

Mills: Gentlemen, maybe it’s best we get started.

But neither Snow nor Vashaun can hear him now. He doesn’t even exist. In their world, there’s only the opponent and the prize. The fight and the glory.

Snow says something.

Vashaun says something back.

Suddenly, Snow’s jaw is off its hinge, and we see him ranting and raving the way he always does.

But not to Vashaun – the Next in Line isn’t having it. He gives Snow a powerful two-handed shove that sends the Villain end over end toward the corner where he ends up tangled in the ropes.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!

Nick: Here we go!

Snow’s eyes are animal eyes. He looks up, murderous. In an instant, he’s back on his feet and flashing toward Vashaun, and for his part, Vashaun is ready and waiting with his fist cocked.

But Lisa Tyler is already there.

Lisa: Hold it right there.

Both men freeze, their eyes still locked on each other, their boss sandwiched so tight between them that she can feel their breath. With a disgusted look toward both of them she puts a hand on each of their chests and pushes lightly outward. The champions oblige and separate, reluctantly. Horses stamping at the gate.

Lisa: We’re not going to let this turn into another little circus show.

She glares back at Mills.

Lisa: We’re here for two reasons, gentlemen, and I use that term loosely. One, to give these fans a chance to see the competitors in Colossus’ Main Event. And two, to sign on the dotted line. Now, don’t make me regret trusting you two to stay civil.

With that, she steps back, and Matt Mills comes to the forefront, holding the contract in his hand.

Mills: Ladies and gentlemen, this contract states that PRIME’s 5-Star Champion, Kaiser Vashaun…

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Booooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Mills: …will face PRIME’s Universal Champion, Jason Snow…

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Mills: …in a match where both the 5-Star Championship and the Universal Championship will be on the line. That’s right, ladies and gentlemen, one of these two men will be walking out of Colossus VI with both of PRIME’s top championships! Something that’s never before happened in PRIME’s history.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Nick: It’s going to be historic. I can’t wait! How could you ask for a better match up!? Both men have been on an incredible run that has taken them to their respective championships! And now they’re going to clash at, what might be, the biggest event in PRIME’s illustrious history.

Richard: Are you kidding? This match alone might make Colossus VI the biggest event in PRIME’s history! Champion versus champion… how can you argue with that?

In the ring, it seems that Mills finally has both champions’ attention.

Mills: The match will be scheduled for one fall, and a pinfall must be scored in order for a title to change hands.

He inches back towards the table and lies the contract flat against it. Snow and Vashaun slowly follow, each still wary of the other. Mills turns to them.

Mills: Are you each in agreement with the terms?

He holds a microphone up for Vashaun, but all the Next in Line does is nod. Mills does the same for Snow, and Snow flashes his arrogant smile – snickers.

Nick: If he’s not careful, Vashaun’s going to knock that smile off his face.

Mills: I’ll take that as a yes. I guess there’s nothing left but the signatures.

With cameras flashing all around them, first, Kaiser Vashaun leans over the desk and scratches his name on the dotted line. When he comes up, rather than handing the pen to Mills or leaving it on the desk, he carelessly and disrespectfully tosses it into Snow’s chest. The pen falls to the mat.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!

Snow scowls, refusing to lower himself to pick it up of the canvas – pointing, and demanding that Vashaun does it.

Vashaun doesn’t move an inch.

Luckily, Matt Mills is there to save the day, and he kneels down to retrieve the pen. Snow snatches it from his hand, still scowling, and scratches his own name on the contract. When he’s finished, he bolts up and whips the pen with all that’s in him at Kaiser Vashaun, but he misses badly, and Vashaun watches the pen go flying off into the crowd.

The audience gets a good laugh out of that, while Snow looks like he’s about to throw a tantrum in the ring.

Lisa: Boys! We’re almost done here.

Mills clears his throat.

Mills: Right… Ms. Tyler, if you could make this official.

And with that, Lisa Tyler reaches into the pocket of her blazer and pulls out another pen. She can smell the PPV buys when she puts her own name at the bottom of the contracting, authorizing the match.

It’s official.

Nick: It’s official!

Matt Mills saunters away from the desk, once again between the two champions.

Mills: Alright, Snow – any words for your opponent.

Snow takes a moment, his eyes darting between Mills and Vashaun. In the end, he snatches the microphone out of Mills’ hand and paces a circle in the ring. Vashaun watches closely, stretching his neck… just in case…

Snow: Well now it’s official. You and me, Vashaun, at Colossus VI. And make no mistake, I will beat your inferior ass and take that inferior title from you, just like I’ve done every other time the opportunity’s been put in front of me.

Vashaun starts jawing now, stepping closer, but Snow holds up a finger.

Snow: But there are more pressing matters tonight. Colossus is Colossus, and much as I’ll take pleasure in showing the world that man is greater than ape, you big bastard - tonight is Revolution 200.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

Snow is surprised by that, and he takes a look around. He doesn’t get a lot of pops.

Snow: And tonight, there’s business at hand.

Vashaun takes a step back, his posture changing. He folds his arms over his chest and leans against the ropes. Listening.

Snow: Now, Vashaun, if there’s one thing I’m sure you know about me, it’s that I don’t like to lose. That I refuse to lose. And I’ll be damned if I don’t walk out of the biggest Revolution to date without a win. Let me paint you a little picture.

He pauses for a moment to walk.

Snow: We’re going to be in the ring against five – count ‘em, five - opponents. And if you haven’t noticed, when it comes to our team…

Points at Lisa Tyler…

Snow: …This wench over here didn’t give us a whole hell of a lot to work with.

Kaiser’s scratching his chin now, visibly more receptive than he’d been some time ago.

Snow: Jay Phoenix and Jay Nostradamus tearing each other apart, and that God damn hillbilly acting like a God damn hillbilly – the match is going to come down to me and you, Vashaun. Me and you against five opponents.

Slowly, Vashaun gives a nod.

Snow: Now I know what you’re thinking…

Turns to the audience...

Snow: I know what you’re all thinking. You’re thinking, "Snow, but you’re the G-reatest wrestler in the history of this or any other planet – you don’t need allies!" And the answer to that is this: We’ve seen what I can do to one opponent. Hell, two opponents? No sweat. Three, four opponents? I’m barely breaking a sweat. But five opponents? Five!?

Shrugs.

Snow: Well, I’d probably beat their ass on my own too, but my point is, there’s nothing wrong with a little insurance policy.

Vashaun rolls his eyes, but he knows Snow has a point about their team.

Snow: Now, this wench over here has deemed you the second best man in the company. I’m a little bit skeptical about that, but hell, you are wearing the second best championship.

Nick: Snow just can’t help himself from taking these little shots.
Richard: Little truths, you mean.

Snow: So I’ll trust it. Now, we know a few things about our teammates. We know the redneck is likely to be passed out drunk by the time they play his entrance music – I’m surprised they took the chance of putting him on the card so late in the night. We know Jay Phoenix is probably going to retire a good two or three times tonight, so it’s hard to tell if he’ll be ready for a comeback in time for the Main Event. And even if he does, he’s a God damn homosexual, and if you haven’t noticed, I’ve been chiselled by the Gods - I’d be nothing but a distraction to him.

Nick: Oh for goodness sake…

Snow: I can’t even remember the other bastard’s name, he’s so damned inferior.

The audience is buzzing, but whether it’s positive or negative is impossible to tell.

Snow: So tonight, I propose this, Vashaun.

Their eyes meet.

Snow: We’ve got a lot of time to be enemies. We’ve got a few weeks before I show you that you’re nothing more than second best. But there’s too much on the line for that tonight. Tomorrow, you can go back to hating me and I can go back to forgetting your name and polishing my championship. But tonight…

Evil smile.

Snow: Tonight we join forces. Tonight, I’ll watch your back if you watch mine. We can think about Colossus tomorrow, but tonight… we take down this prize.

Slowly, Snow approaches the 5-Star Champ, who bristles a bit at the approach. He extends a hand.

Richard: My God, with these two working together, they’ll be unstoppable! I can’t believe this!

Nick: It’s like making a deal with the devil! It’s like the devil making a deal with the devil! How can either of these two possibly trust each other?

Vashaun looks down at Snow’s hand, but then suddenly, he snatches the microphone from the opposite one. The crowd begins to cheer, but Vashaun quiets them with a raised hand.

Vashaun: I’m going to take a lot of pleasure in shutting that mouth of yours at Colossus, Snow. Me and the rest of the world have been waiting a long time for someone to do it, and I figure I’m just that man.

Snow takes a step back, bracing himself for a fight.

Vashaun: Hold on there, "champ." I’m not finished. Fact is, you’ve got a point. I don’t trust our teammates any more than you do. And more than that, Snow…

Puts a finger directly in Snow’s face…

Vashaun: …I don’t trust you!

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

Again, Vashaun holds a hand up to silence his ever-growing fanbase.

Vashaun: But tonight… for this one night, Snow, I’m willing to put everything else aside in order to reach a common goal. I’ll watch your back. I’ll be there to make the big saves. I’ll be as good a teammate as your whiny, arrogant ass could ever dream of.

Kaiser steps closer, once again nose to nose with the Universal Champ.

Vashaun: But make no mistake, "champ" – that doesn’t mean I trust you. And it doesn’t mean I won’t have an eye on you. You keep yourself in line, and you’ll have something I don’t think you’ve ever had before – someone willing to break the skin on his knuckles for your sorry ass.

Vashaun takes a deep breath.

Vashaun: But if you step out of line, if you make one false move… let's just say I'm the kinda guy who means what he says... so when I promise you I'll take your head off if you try and cross me, you can rest assured I mean it.

Snow’s face is unreadable. Vashaun’s is intense.

Vashaun: Now… if you wanna win this ten man main event, I’m with you. Lets win it.

And with that, Vashaun extends his hand. Snow clasps it. The alliance has been formed, and at least two members of their team tonight will be working together.

"Jackson, Mississippi" plays and the 5-Star Champ backs away, never taking his eyes away from Jason Snow, who remains in the ring. All around them, the audience begins to digest this, and figure out whether they’ve just seem a match made in heaven, or a match made in hell.

Nick: Here we are, folks. The third match of tonight’s Power Play Elimination Challenge. And, surprise, surprise, it’s another doozy.

Richard: It’s ReV 200! They’re all doozies! Slobberknockers! Barnburners! Slugfests!

Nick: Too much coffee?

Richard: YES THANK YOU NICK I HAVE ENJOYED ALL FIVE OF MY IRISH COFFEES SO FAR I FEEL VERY EXCELLENT!

Nick: ...okay. We’ve got our first team at the top of the ramp, let’s check out who’s up to the plate!

The unmistakable sound of "Garbage Bag Johny Will Win Zero 2 Hero" by the man himself rips over the PA system. The boos start to pour in, as the Dual Halo Winner (and GCW rebel?) can be seen. But he’s not alone. With his arms crossed in a ridiculously thugged out pose, Johnny is merely the tip of the iceberg.

To his right, Jonathon Winters, eyes cold and steered forward.

To his left stands the monster, Chainz, a vicious smile curling his lips.

Directly behind Johnny is his muscle-for-hire, the mercenary Hessian.

And farthest back, dwelling in the shadows, is another figure. As he emerges, the response gets even louder for this team of sociopaths.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

PRIME fans are well acquainted with the shadowy figure. Bruce Shanahan, by any other name…Violence Jack to his enemies.

Nick: My goodness! Lisa Tyler has thrown Garbage Bag Johnny and his pro-GCW allies together on one team!

Richard: Too…much…awesome…must…control…erection.

Nick: Violence Jack, longtime ally of Hessian, is back! Jonathon Winters is back! And they’re all competing in the ring right now!

They begin a slow march to the ring. It’s not synchronized, but it’s a damn scary sight to see that much badass rumbling towards the ring. The juxtaposition of Johnny’s music with this macabre quintet is supremely odd.

Nick: This is easily the most mentally unstable group of individuals in the state of New York right now.

Richard: Even worse than the Yankees front office. BA-ZING! I’ll be here all night, folks.

The music cuts, and a very familiar voice hits the PA system, amidst stormy skies, thunder, and lightning. Before the first sentence is out, the Garden is standing, cheering…roaring.

"Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time…"

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: NOVA! NOVA! THE FORMER CHAMPION COMETH!

"…for y’all have knocked her up. I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe; but I was not offended, for I knew I had to rise above it all…or drown in my own shit."

Richard: Unless he’s leading Fuck You, I don’t think I can bear to see what idiots he brought with him.

Nick: The Pro-GCW forces are going toe-to-toe with Nova’s team, and it looks like he brought…holy…is that…?

Richard: No…it can’t…I thought he was…WHAT THE EFF?

From left to right is Nova’s team, with the Risen Star himself on the far left. Each man is wearing a black suit and sunglasses, like some kind of awesome wrestling Men in Black, except without a super crappy sequel where Rosario Dawson is an alien or something…I never really understood what was going on there.

Pan right one person, where The Blackest Brother in the Hyrule Kingdom tries to wink from behind sunglasses. That’s right, The Codemaster is ready for violence.

Another shift to the right gives us another infamous PRIME alum. White mohawk? Screaming at the top of his lungs like a 21st century cowboy? Battle scars on every inch of his body? You think you might know him? That’s right, bitches. High Flyer in the building.

At his side is a man who needs no introduction. He’s been called many names. The Five-Star Ring General. The Silver Lining. Hey, You There With The Beard. And, to the greatest acclaim, Sports Entertainement Liason. He adjusts his sunglasses before whipping out two middle fingers, to no one in general.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

That’s right. When you’re Sonny Silver, people cheer when you flip them off. It’s a good life.

And, finally, the camera comes to rest on the far right. The face that had Nick and Richard damn near speechless, and one that many thought might never be seen in PRIME again. A man of mystery, no doubt, and one whose place in PRIME history is oddly unforgettable.

His name gets its own line.

I hope you’re ready for this, world.

No, you know what, you couldn’t be.

He’s that legendary.

Whatchu talkin’ bout, Willis?

Oh, I’m talking about Clyde Walkins, Gary Coleman’s Character.

Nick: CLYDE WALKINS IS BACK!

Richard: Did not see that coming.

As one, the Men in Black descend the ramp. These dudes, it should be noted, are almost perfectly synchronized.

Nick: Three former Universal Champions, a 5-Star Champion and a Tag Champion! This is what Lisa Tyler ordered for Johnny and his mutinous crew!

Richard: Only way they win is if Sonny activates his Super Saiyan power, and he only does that for special occasions. I thusly award the match to Trash Boy.

The five illustrious PRIMEates are almost at the ring when Sonny breaks rank and sprints for the ring, ripping off his suit (all of which were actually those hilarious rip-away warmup suits, just with the appearance of an actual suit…they did it in a Sportscenter ad once) and screaming at the top of his lungs.

Sonny Silver: DON’T WORRY YOUR SWEET TITS, FUCKERS. I GOT THIS!

The Silver Lining slides under the bottom rope and pops up with a head full of steam, surprising Chainz and knocking the monster over the top rope with a shuffle side kick. He pivots, and catches Winters in the side of the head with a spinning heel kick, knocking the former 5-Star Champion through the ropes.

Nick: Silver on fire to start here! He’s taking on all of Team Five by himself!

By now, Sonny has lost the element of surprise. Too bad he doesn’t need it. Violence Jack rushes the God-King of Wrestling, but Sonny’s ready, catching Boston’s Bastard Son around the midsection, and thrashing him with his signature high-angle belly-to-belly suplex.

Richard: SAITO SUPLEX!

Nick: Three down!

Sensing danger, Garbage Bag Johnny resorts to a familiar tactic, retreating on his heels while Silver advances on him. But Sonny didn’t ever do that well in math class ("this shit’s for brown and yellow people" was 6-year-old Sonny’s response), and doesn’t realize that the fifth member of Team Five is still lurking behind.

Nick: Sonny, watch—

Hessian spins Silver around, puts a giant boot into his midsection, and effortlessly puts the 250-pounder up and then down hard, a crucifix jacknife powerbomb sending Sonny’s back smashing into the canvas.

Nick: —out!

Richard: Huge freakin’ powerbomb from Hessian!

Nick: Sonny wasn’t expecting that, and it’s definitely taken the wind out of the former Universal Champion!

Richard: Strange to see him breathing hard, Stuart. The gin and cigarette diet is a time-tested way to succeed in the ring.

Hessian pulls Sonny up by the hair, snarling in Silver’s face. To this, the God-King replies with the same grace he’s always carried on his sleeve: he kicks Hessian square in his lower mercenaries.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Richard: ReV 200…brought to you by Gonad Pain Reliever.

Nick: That’s not a real thing.

With Hessian keeling over, slumping to his knees, Sonny takes a step back, stomping his right foot on the mat, a la a certain Heartbreak Kid.

Nick: Sonny setting up for the Corona! He wants Hessian gone and now!

As Von Kelsig reaches full height, the former Chairman of PRIME surges forward, unleashing a wickedly powerful roundhouse kick.

Nick: CORONA!

Richard: Whiff!

The blow whizzes by, missing Hessian’s head (and a certain knockout) by inches. But the monster’s timing is perfect, his ring manner perfected over the past months whereas Sonny’s been watching The Real Housewives of New Jersey and throwing eggs at minorities. His dodge transitions perfectly into his hoisting Sonny over his shoulder, and the rest is very familiar, the end result being a colossal Ganso Bomb on Silver, and a hooked leg by the big man, as Max Newell slides in for the count.

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As the sun sets on Sonny Silver’s time in this match, it’s rising anew for the always unpredictable High Flyer, who is off the turnbuckle the second Max Newell’s hand hits three. Limbs flailing, Flyer soars across the ring to nail Hessian with a spinning wheel kick, knocking the beast into his own turnbuckle. Good news: Hessian’s out of the ring. Bad news: Violence Jack is coming in.

Nick: Jack makes the tag, with his team up a man after Sonny’s elimination!

Richard: Jack and Hessian are in the cahootiest of cahoots.

Nick: Their dark alliance is often talked about on message boards and chat rooms, but no one’s quite sure just what the connection is between these two strange individuals.

The famed Pariah Saint steps through the ropes, snarling at Flyer. But the man who’s been champion of more places than he remembers (mostly because of the alcohol blackouts, but all the cool kids are doing it) doesn’t hesitate. He charges Jack, knocking him to the ground with a ferocious spear that gets the crowd in a frenzy.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: They’re behind Flyer a hundred and ten percent!

Flyer pulls Jack up and tries to whip him to the opposite corner, but VJ reverses the move, sending Flyer barreling towards his own turnbuckle, where he hits chest-first, bounces off, and Violence Jack goes for a crucifix pin.

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ThrNO!

Nick: Not so fast!

Richard: That’s what she said…*sigh*

Flyer pops up and immediatley has some right hands for Jack, sending the former PCW and RPW superstar back on his heels. Jack ducks a right hand, but this doesn’t stop Flyer, who moves in and floors VJ with a double-arm DDT.

Nick: During his time here, Flyer was one of the best in the ring. Not much changed.

Richard: I find him slightly more nauseating now.

Hessian tries to interject himself back into the match, but Flyer sees it out of the corner of his eye, and rushes to the corner, where a flying elbow knocks Hessian off the apron. Flyer turns back to the rising Violence Jack, gets up a full head of steam…

Nick: LOCOMOTIVE!

Richard: You just sank my battleship

.…and sends his boot square into Violence Jack’s face, upending the dangerous Shanahan onto the middle of the mat, where he’s in perfect position for a cover.

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Nick: Down to four on each side!

Richard: Chainz is gonna eat the rest of the other team.

Speak of the devil…Chainz steps through the ropes, eyeing down Flyer. Once again, Flyer doesn’t hesitate, but this time, it’s not the same bright idea. Michael Sloan is ready for him, and a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker is all that Flyer gets for his troubles, as the monster crunches the former 5-Star Champion against his knee.

Nick: Oof! Painful as it gets, right there.

Richard: What about having your varicose vein sliced with the side of a raz–

Nick: I was being hyperbolic!

Chainz pulls Flyer up once again, but the fWo’er has more fight than that. He sends an uppercut into the monster’s grill, staggering Chainz for long enough that Flyer can grab him and slam him to the mat with a T-Bone suplex.

Nick: We haven’t seen many people get good offense in against Chainz recently. Maybe Flyer’s the man who can end Michael Sloan’s winning streak.

Richard: I think you need a silver bullet or a stake to the heart to stop that guy.

Jack Harmen tags in the Codemaster, the two teaming up to pull Chainz to his feet and whip him at the opposite rope. The strange tandem is ready as Chainz comes back on the rebound, as a double back body drop sends Chainz crashing to the mat, as Codemaster goes for an opportunistic pin.

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ThreeNO!

Richard: Chainz hates black people.

Nick: WHOA! Can’t go there.

Richard: No, it’s cool. He also hates white people, yellow people, brown pe…you know what, he just hates people.

Codemaster waits for Chainz to get up before he charges. Sloan goes to grab him, but Codemaster slides through his legs, pops up behind him and hits a sleeper drop that ignites the crowd.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Codemaster’s always been weirdly endearing but here against Chainz, he’s a huge underdog, and that’s winning him crowd support.

Codemaster throws a couple stomps in for good measure, and waits for Chainz to rise again. Making a diamond with his hands, Codemaster enlists the help of the crowd, who are happy to help.

CODE-MAS-TER! CODE-MAS-TER!

Richard: They’re cheering him…this is too surreal.

Chainz reaches his feet, as Codemaster bears down on him. The swifter, smaller competitor slips in and wraps his arms around Chainz’s neck for a stunning Diamond Cutter, but Chainz is ready, catching Codemaster and putting him down with a fallaway slam.

Nick: Tried to go for the Magnum Fang, but Chainz reversed!

Chainz moves to his corner, tagging in new ally Garbage Bag Johny to the crowd’s chagrin. Johnny takes advantage of Codemaster being down, stomping away at the Breaker of Kingdom Hearts.

Richard: I think…I’m supposed to cheer for this guy?

After several more stomps, Johnny pulls Codemaster up by the scruff of his neck, but the Codemaster slips out, steps left, and swiftly pulls down the Dual Halo winner with the Diamond Cutter intended for Chainz.

Nick: Magnum Fang! Johnny’s done!

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……?

The third slap never comes, as Hessian pulls Max Newell out of the ring.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The referee admonishes the big man, but he’s not about to disqualify anyone on Scary Ass Team Five, for fear of bodily harm and Lisa Tyler’s wrath if he messes with her supershow. Johnny starts crawling back towards his own corner, but Codemaster grabs him by the leg, keeping the Golden Ticket holder in the match. But Max Newell’s back is still turned, and a clothesline from Jonathon Winters knocks Codemaster on his ass, allowing Johnny to reach the corner, where he tags Chainz back into the match just as Max Newell turns around.

Nick: This alliance between Hessian, Johnny, and Chainz is scarily effective right now.

Richard: It’s also just plain scary.

Codemaster tries to reach his own corner, but Chainz gives him a taste of his own medicine, grabbing him by the leg and holding him in place while he stomps away on Codemaster’s right leg. He tosses Codemaster towards his own corner, raining down kicks as Codemaster lies prone against the turnbuckle, able to block only half of the blows.

Nick: Codemaster taking some real punishment right now from Chainz.

Making another quick tag, Chainz brings Jon Winters into the fold, and the former 5-Star Champion immediately brings it to Codemaster, nailing successive right hands as Chainz holds the former tag champion in a full nelson. Codemaster’s able to break free, and duck, though, as Winters is unable to stop his momentum, and nails Chainz in the face with a right hand.

Richard: Ack! Kick Winters off the team!

Nick: Chainz is furious!

The look on Michael Sloan’s face could power a generator…if it ran on Unfiltered Evil. A snarl ripples across his face, but, to his credit, Jon Winters doesn’t back down. He just shrugs. As Chainz takes a step towards his "teammate," Codemaster interjects in this beautiful family moment, bashing Winters and Chainz’s heads together, and then rolling up Winters in a school boy.

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ThreeNO!

Nick: So close! Codemaster almost gave his team a hugely important advantage!

Winters rolls away from the pin, as does Codemaster, and the two men end up on opposite sides of the ring. Winters rushes his opponent, but Codemaster nails a hip toss. Winters is up again, with Codemaster right on him. He grabs Winters from behind in a pumphandle setup and lifts him up, but Winters slides out the back, takes a stuter step towards the turning Codemaster, and nails him in the face with a superkick.

Nick: INDIFFERENCE MAKER!

Richard: Lights out for EBGames over there.

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Nick: Team Five is back to having a one man advantage!

Richard: The so-called heroes are getting absolutely thrashed by the Murder Brigade.

With Codemaster eliminated, Flyer goes to a familiar tactic, flying off the top rope as Codemaster’s elimination becomes official and nailing Jon Winters with a hurricanrana that, despite Codemaster’s elimination, gets the crowd up and going again.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Flyer getting the fans back on their feet after a tough elimination for Codemaster.

Flyer doesn’t let up, pulling Winters up by the hair and then slamming a knee into his gut. He hooks Winters’ arms, and then, with his foe in double underhook position, lifts Winters before delivering a perfect brainbuster and following it up with a pinfall attempt.

Nick: Hypothermia! Could be it!

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ThreeNO!

Richard: Shoulder up by Winters!

Flyer slaps the mat in frustration, but doesn’t waste time crying over spilt milk. He pulls Winters up once again, tossing two elbows into the face of a fellow former 5-Star Champion. He goes for a third, but Winters catches Flyer’s arm, and slips behind him in a hammerlock. Flyer’s too quick, though, reversing the hold, putting Winters into a hammerlock and dropping him with a dragon sleeper DDT.

Nick: Flyer’s too crafty!

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Three! NO!

Richard: Close, but no banana.

Flyer makes a throat-slashing gesture as he approaches Winters, puling him up once again. But this time, Winters is ready with an eye rake that momentarily blinds the Friendly Neighborhood Lunatic.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Winters dives for the corner and the outstretched hand of Chainz.

Richard: Bahaha!

Except that Chainz pulls his hand away at the last minute, leaving Winters out to dry as a sick smile rolls across the normally emotionless face of Michael Sloan.

Nick: This is payback! Chainz is setting Winters up for clocking him in the face! That’s your own damn teammate!

Winters pulls himself up with the ropes, eyes never leaving Chainz, who shrugs casually at his "teammate." Bad mistake. Winters never sees the second running Yakuza kick of the match that catches him across the face, knocking him off his feet and to the unforgiving canvas.

Nick: LOCOMOTIVE!

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Richard: The odds are even again, except that Team Five rules and Team Six is a bunch of speds.

This time, the mistake is Flyer’s. Not much he can do. He made the pin, got the job done for his team, but Chainz, knowing Winters would be eliminated, is already in the match. He pulls Flyer to his feet, where the Snowman swings wildly at him. Chainz dodges the blow and hits a crippling spinebuster onto the mat, the crowd in full force against him.

FLY-ER! FLY-ER! FLY-ER!

Nick: There’s a definite dichotomy to this match. One side’s good, one side’s bad. And the fans are with Team Six all the way.

Flyer tries to shake the cobwebs, but Chainz is fresh off a little rest in the corner, and the last thing on his mind is letting Flyer regain the senses that make him so dangerous in the ring. Sloan waits behind Flyer. He waits. He waits. He waits.

Richard: This is painful. Painfully awesome.

Flyer doesn’t even have time to steady himself before Chainz lunges, grabs him, and powerbombs him into the mat. But he’s not done, and keeping hold of Flyer, he lifts him even higher this time, Flyer’s arms flailing as he tries to stop the second consecutive powerbomb. He’s ineffective, as Chainz brings him down hard, Flyer bouncing several inches off the mat from the impact.

Nick: Chain Reaction!

Richard: No mercy!

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Nick: Team Five takes yet another one-man advantage with that elimination. But Team Five has two trump cards, both of them former Universal Champions.

Richard: You tell me which team is quaking in its boots right now, Stuart. ‘Cuz it’s not the GCW Gang.

On the apron, Nova and Walkins look at one another for a moment.

Nick: Who’s going to step in and try to get this win for Team Five?

Richard: Trick question because it doesn’t matter.

Nova pounds his chest, mouthing "I got this" to Walkins, who nods in deference to one of PRIME’s all-time greats. And as the Risen Star steps through the ropes…

NO-VA! NO-VA! NO-VA! NO-VA!

Nick: Fans, this is the loudest we’ve heard this building all night!

NO-VA! NO-VA! NO-VA! NO-VA!

Richard: Awww, quiet down, you spazmatics!

Chainz charges. Nova’s ready, a hip toss putting the hulking Sloan on his ass in the ring. He growls, rising once again, only to be put right back down with a shining wizard that once again alights the crowd.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Flyer is one of the best we’ve ever seen, but this man, Cesar Vega, could very well be the best.

Richard: The estate of Hoyt Williams called and told you to shut your filthy mouth.

Nick: I’ll take Nova one-on-one against anyone in PRIME’s history and give him damn good odds.

Chainz up again. Chainz down again, as Nova’s leg lariat floors the monster. Chainz rolls to his corner, and Nova doesn’t try to stop him. Hell, ol’ Nov’s been waiting for a good ol’ PRIME beatdown since last year’s Colossus. And when Chainz tags in Garbage Bag Johnny, GCWer-in-PRIME’s-clothing, Nova’s blood boils a bit more. Hessian goes to enter the ring as well, but Max Newell steps in front of him.

Richard: Brave move, Max.

With the zebra occupied, Nova and GBJ are left to their own devices. Nova swings with a lariat that just misses Johnny, and GBJ responds with an uppercut low blow.

Nick: Damn him!

Richard: The hell?

Nova is apparently impervious to attacks of the cock region, as GBJ shakes his hand, trying to relieve the pain. With a giant grin on his face, Nova pulls down his tights just enough to show off a cup made of a silvery substance.

Nova: Mythril, homes. During my time amongst the elves, I-

Garbage Bag Johnny: Leave me to my phalange pain, jag-off!

The Risen Star can't do that, and a swift kick to GBJ's nuts says as much.

Nick: A taste of his own medicine!

Richard: His medicine was being turned into a eunuch?

GBJ doesn't even have time to slump to his knees, which is the clinically prescribed antidote to the horrifying pain that follows a low blow. Nova slaps an arm across him, lifts, and...flashbulbs.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Bourbon For Breakfast!

Richard: That's gonna be the title of my memoir.

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Nick: Four men left!

Nova raises his arms, urging Chainz to take another shot at him. But it's the massive Hessian who takes GBJ's place, earning the crowd's ire with his mere presence.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nova doesn't wait for an invite, rushing Hessian. The big man sticks out an equally big boot but Nova dives sideways at the last minute. He pops up, bounces off the ropes, and catches Von Kelsig with a two-handed facecrusher that floors his gargantuan foe.

Nick: Sonny Silver almost took Hessian out, but since then, the Murder Show has dominated.

Richard: Just another day at the office for him.

Nova doesn't wait for Hessian to get up, hitting the ropes again, only to bounce off and catch the rising mercenary with a twisting neckbreaker, and then a hooked leg.

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Richard: Don't think so, old-timer.

Both men are slow to their feet and they lock up in the middle of the ring to a echoing chant for the Cabineteer.

NO-VA! NO-VA! NO-VA!

Hessian overpowers Vega, getting him in a headlock and raining down punches on Nova's head. One final ferocious punch stuns the Risen Star, sending him to the middle of the ring, where Hessian downs him with a short-arm clothesline.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Richard: Can't teach an old dog to fight a newer, more rabid dog.

Nick: That's not a saying.

Richard: It's figurative. I wouldn't expect you to get it.

Hessian waits behind Nova as the former Uni Champ struggles up. It gets no better for him from there, as the big man grabs him and deadlifts, holding the helpless Nova high overhead. But it's not a gorilla press drop without the drop part, and that's exactly what Von Kelsig does. Nova hits chest-first, the impact bouncing him off the mat.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Nova's beaten everyone under the sun, but how does anyone possibly prepare for a man of Hessian's size?

Richard: A ton of lube, I imagine.

Hessian pulls Nova up, now taunting the fan favorite by cackling in his face. He whips Nova at the ropes and hits a powerslam on the rebound, going for a pin.

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NO!

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Hessian's up first again, and pulls Nova up with him. The Murder Show grabs Nova around the waist, but Nova slips out of the hold, stuns Hessian with a quick right, lifts Hessian and...flashbulbs.

Nick: Bourbon For Breakfast!

As Nova lifts, Hessian catches himself and counters with a leg between Nova's, before laying a massive paw across Vega's face. Nova staggers back, giving Hessian the perfect opening to lift Nova over his shoulder, and deftly bring him crashing to Earth with his signature Ganso Bomb.

Richard: Hellevator! Bahaha!

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Richard: And then there was one pathetic never-was left.

Nick: Clyde Walkins is left against two of PRIME's most brutal competitors. Can the 48-year-old pull the upset?

Richard: I'll file that under "no" right now and save us all some time.

Emerging from the apron, Walkins cracks his knuckles. He already has the biggest upset in company history under his belt. Two violent run-of-the-mill lunatics ain't nothin'.

From his corner, Hessian hears his only remaining ally calling out to him.

Chainz: Lemme take out granpa for ya, German. Save your strength for that Battle Royale.

Hessian: Good etiquette for a welp.

Chainz: I just don't want you having any excuses when I beat ya to a pulp later tonight. Team or no team, I'm winning that main event.

Hessian: Suits me. Take your shot, Sloan.

And with that, Hessian tags out, bringing Chainz back into the ring. The boos are barely audible above the new cry to arms.

WAL-KINS! WAL-KINS! WAL-KINS!

Nick: Clyde getting all the love in the world from the Big Apple.

He and Chainz circle one another, locking up and jostling for position in the middle of the ring. Clyde slips out to the side and nails a jumping knee that staggers Chainz. He takes advantage of this opening, nailing a scissors kick on the keeled-over opponent.

Richard: Worst Uni Champ ever? Is that fair to say?

Nick: Not a chance. His win against Tchu alone makes his reign impressive.

Clyde waits for Chainz to rise and charges, putting him down with a flying cross body block that segues into a pin.

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Two...





ThreeNO!

Nick: Chainz stays alive. Close one, though.

Clyde is up first, while Chainz pulls himself up via the ropes. Clyde waits a moment, charges, and tries a running DDT, but Chainz catches him with both arms and raises him high overhead.

Richard: Chain Reaction!

Chainz slams Walkins down once, his back impacting on the mat, but when he raises the ex-Uni Champ a second time, Walkins is ready with a punch that messes with Sloan's balance. This allows Clyde to slip off Chainz's shoulders, ending up behind the monster.

Nick: Counter!

Clyde grabs Chainz in a double chickenwing, trying to swing him out for a finshing manuever but Chainz sneaks under Clyde's right arm. He grabs Clyde in a full nelson and lifts the Forsaken member, but Clyde's mule kick catches him square in the stomach, stealing his breath and causing Chainz to drop him.

Richard: Counter to the counter to the counter! Dammit, I need a counter to count all these counters.

With Chainz winded, Clyde Walkins locks in the double chickenwing, and this time is able to swing him out, shifting into a reverse underhook DDT in mid-air.

Nick: CYCLYDE!

One...




Two...



Three!


WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Down to two! Former Universal Champion facing a man who many predict will one day hold the title himself! And it's all for a shot in the main event, for a shot at that very belt!

Richard: You fuckin' people at home are so lucky to be getting this for free. We should be charging you fifty bucks for this. I could buy a Segway!

Clyde gets up. Clyde goes down. It happens that fast. In slow motion replays, it's easy to see what happened. Hessian moved in, giving up on Chainz just like the man himself did to Jon Winters. He set himself behind Walkins and the second Clyde rose, there was the setup and familiar ending: a Ganso Bomb.

Richard: Hellevator! By all things unholy, Hellevator!

Nick: Get up, Clyde!

One...




Two...








Three!




BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Shoulder up-

Richard; Too late, chump!

As Clyde's shoulder slumps back to the mat, "Kingdom of the Worm" begins to play, as Max Newell helps the big man to his feet and raises his arm.

Nick: A damn fine match, but Hessian should've gone toe-to-toe with Walkins!

Richard: Easier to just jump him and waltz into the main event.

Nick: Either way, we'll now have Garbage Bad Johnny's squadron of malcontents competing for those sought-after bounties in the night's finale.

Richard: To sum up the last twenty minutes, don't fuck with Hessian.

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 time frame for circumstances like this. Sitting quietly in the dark wondering, much like Richard Parker, what the hell is going on.

Richard: Typical of ReVolution. Not able to pay the power bill before the show ends.

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."

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Nick: HERE. WE. GO. Tyler...Pardon my French...MotherfuckingRayne is in the building!

Richard: Nick...seriously...language.

Nick: The hell with you Parker, we're about to witness a magical scene for the ages. Tyler Rayne is BACK!

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 sends Madison Square Garden into an insane frenzy.

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

The building starts to shake. A mountain of footstomps and claps, whistles, and chants rise to unparalleled heights.

Nick: He's gonna make everyone wait, and nobody is sitting down. Not a single soul in the building.

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. The 20,000 voices in attendance know exactly what comes next and scream with glee.

"What What What Hit it!"

Every head turns up the narrow aisleway in deep anticipation. It hasn't been enough to see some of the old PRIME veterans grace them with their presence, but the man about to come out defined PRIME for an entire year. Nobody was a more sought after commodity in the wrestling world than him. His charisma was unmatched. The waves of buzz generated were staggering, and everybody wanted a piece of the action. Even if Tyler Rayne never held the Universal Championship, he was the top dog in PRIME.

And now he's returned to receive his ultimate swan song.

Opening the curtain, the ringside crowd gets a glimpse of the solid steel wheelchair and lose their minds, jumping up and down with sheer ecstasy. The reaction is comparable to when lucky women get him all alone and...well, you get the idea.

Clutching the handles is the one and only Bryan Dawkins, who smacks some hands way up high and guides The Underground Pimp into the PRIME spotlights.

RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE!

Nick: THERE HE IS!

Somehow, The Garden becomes more alive. More enthralled. Their screams shout further into the night and Tyler Rayne cracks that infectious million dollar smile. He might not be able to wrestle anymore, but he'd be damned to miss a chance like this.

RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE!

Dawkins relishes in the moment himself. Even though he is the one wheeling Rayne down the aisle, there's a part of him that is still a fan. When Rayne offered to bring him into the fold, he was still a greener than grass rookie. To him, Tyler Rayne was larger than life, and even though Dawkins has amassed his wealth of spotlight, the aura still captivates him.

Nick: He looks to be in phenomenal condition.

Richard: Well if you have sex forty times a day, I'd take a guess that you aren't gonna get a beer gut.

The scars still don his body like a work of art. A painting crafted over years and years of physical torture in various battlefields. He wears them with unheralded pride, able to tell the story of every one and bring fear into the hearts of anybody within earshot. The Underground Pimp extends his arms out and a plethora of fans dive over one another to touch him. It's safe to assume that none of them have forgotten him.

Nick: I can only imagine the reaction when he gets in the squared circle and takes the microphone.

Richard: Will we have functioning ears at that point?

They look at him like a wrestling messiah, like his touch will heal them. Most of the Rayne followers can't let go because they know if they do then he'll leave them. They don't want him to, ever.

Nick: Man isn't capable of getting down the aisle without getting mobbed.

Richard: Sucks for someone who got retired.

Dawkins manages to nudge Rayne through and onto the ringside mats. In order to accommodate his arrival, the ropes facing the wrestlers entrance have been brought down and moved out of the way, a ramp from floor to ring put in their place.

RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE!

Nick: I truly never thought I would see Tyler Rayne in a PRIME ring after what happened to him at UltraViolence. Shakur did unspeakable things and had no right to end his career. I hope tonight can at least provide some justice for all of the people who have supported Tyler Rayne. I know I can speak for Lisa Tyler and a lot of those in PRIME, we've had the direct thousands and thousands of fan letters, tons of gifts, and a lot of condolences to his multiple addresses. As an announcer of PRIME, but more importantly a fan, I'm overwhelmed to have him back in the ring.

Richard: This is going to go great in my gag reel.

The Underground Pimp gets parked in the middle of the ring while The Flyin Hawaiian walks over to Vince Howard and gets a microphone. He points over to Rayne and raises the microphone.

Bryan Dawkins: Ya know bruh, it's good to have ya back. There's a bit too much emo in PRIME these days, and not enough badass to outweigh it. Don't you guys think so?

BRUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Bryan Dawkins: Yeah bruh, we miss ya. But let's not get all emotional around here. No need for that. So unfortunately, you know that since you left, we've had the Emo Douchebag running wild...

Dawkins shakes his head and leans over onto the far side ropes.

Bryan Dawkins: ...which prompted me to come back. He flaunted about how he forced Tyler Rayne out of the game, and how he could do it to anyone else in the locker room. Unfortunately, that's not true, cuz he ain't forcing the Bruh outta PRIME, no way. I love this place as much as everyone, and moreso, love comin' out here to put on a show for you guys who spend your hard earned money to see us week after week.

BRUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Bryan Dawkins: So when guys like Shakur come in here and try to take out the guys who do their damnedest to make you, the fans, happy, I've got a problem with it. A big problem. So really, this is me, Bryan Dawkins, making it clear that I'm done dealing with Shakur's bullshit. Done dealing with Daniels putting his nose where it really doesn't belong, whether Shakur's his lov--I mean brother, or not. This is Bryan Dawkins done watching Devin Shakur ruin PRIME. Shakur's reign of terror ends at Colossus. Mark my words, bruh. It ends...at Colossus.

Nick: Strong words there from the Flyin' Hawaiian.

Bryan Dawkins: And with that being said, bruhs...I'm gonna give everybody what'cha want...Tyler Motherfuckin' Rayne.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Dawkins hands the microphone over to Tyler Rayne, who receives the stick with an eager hand. He looks out at the devoted crowd, twenty thousand clapping in unison.

THANK YOU, TYLER *clap, clap, clapclapclap*
THANK YOU, TYLER *clap, clap, clapclapclap*
THANK YOU, TYLER *clap, clap, clapclapclap*

It's an emotional night for The Underground Pimp. There are random fans throughout the landscape with tears in their eyes. A good amount of them never envisioned Tyler Rayne would have the psychological perseverance to come back and face PRIME, face the exact ring in which his career was cut short by Lisa Tyler's carte blanche criminal. Their smiles shine brighter than most sunny days, and no one is happier than Bryan Dawkins.

THANK YOU, TYLER *clap, clap, clapclapclap*
THANK YOU, TYLER *clap, clap, clapclapclap*
THANK YOU, TYLER *clap, clap, clapclapclap*

Nick: The crowd soaking in the moment, soaking in this memory. I can only imagine what he's going to say. It's going to be poignant and heartfelt, you can be sure of that.

Richard: I'll get the fake tears going right now with my magic marker.

Surprising the audience, Tyler Rayne drops the microphone and waits for the thud to calm down before looking over at his close friend. Dawkins is slightly confounded. Perhaps Rayne doesn't have it in him to speak. It wouldn't matter if he did. His presence does enough.

Dawkins mouths something inaudible to the PRIME audio crew and Rayne responds.

Boy, does he ever fucking responds.

By standing up and pushing the wheelchair away.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Nick: HE'S STANDING! OH MY GOD! TYLER RAYNE IS STANDING!

Richard: Jesus Christ, that bastard is seriously a glutton for punishment.

Nick: HE WAS RIGHT EARLIER, THIS IS NOT A MIRAGE! HE HAD HIS LEGS SHATTERED NOT EVEN TWO MONTHS AGO AND IS STANDING TALL!

The look on Bryan Dawkins face is one of stunned silence. He has been wheeling Rayne around for the entire evening and never suspected that underneath the facade, he was able to use those legs. Dawkins takes a step toward Rayne...

And Tyler Rayne steps with him, no pain on his face and a smile which could illuminate the darkest corner.

The two amigos take another step and exchange in a full on hug while fans in every direction point their cameras, and whatever device that can function as a camera, toward the ring. Their roar is louder than ever before, more genuine than before. This is truly a moment to remember in the annals of PRIME. A healthy Tyler Rayne standing tall.

Twenty thousand strong, Nick Stuart included, stand on their feet and whistle with appreciation, clapping their hands together.

And then, like a thief in the night, a hellish voice ruins the moment.

GOD SAID THAT A MAN SHOULD WORK WITH HIS HANDS!

The infamous words spoken to Tyler Rayne moments before he was decimated in the Dual Halo resonate throughout the building. The source of said voice sends white hot heat through the crowd.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Oh no! You can't be serious.

All the lights shut off. Pitch black. Sporadic lighters pop up throughout the crowd, but the rage of enthusiastic PRIME fans only intensifies as Peter Frampton slowly glides his fingers over an acoustic guitar in the fashion of Chris Cornell. This man doesn't have many fans anywhere he goes.

A cascading wave of black pyrotechnics sends smoke out into the people and a pair of dark brown eyes invade the PRIME*View.

Richard: Well as we used to say in the wrestling biz, batten down the motherfucking hatches because we're about to get rolling.

Nick: He doesn't have a damn right to come out here!

The Underground Pimp and Flyin Hawaiian remove themselves from the embrace and fixate their glances up the aisle. Some movement occurs behind the curtain and they know The Man in Black's arrival is imminent. Also, he more than likely isn't coming alone.

Nick: Over two years of history is going to come full circle momentarily, and I hope Rayne is strong enough to pound Shakur into the canvas and make him regret every word that he's ever said!

Richard: Man, you sound like a fifteen year old mark when you get angry.

Pushing open the curtain, an unprecedented tidal waves of seething hatred reverberates. The first face spotted is not Shakur, but that of his elder brother, Christian Daniels. The Biker doesn't hold suspense like Rayne did earlier, walking right out from under the entrance and heading for the ring.

Out of instinct, Dawkins and Rayne drop down into a defensive stance. Dawkins shoots a quick look at Rayne, a little unsure if he's ready for this to go down. The last time he was in a wrestling ring, he got blindsided and completely decimated.

Although there aren't twenty bikers standing behind Christian Daniels this time. It's just him.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

And the man pushing through the curtain, Shak Daddy himself, Devin Shakur. He looks especially creepy, almost like a camouflage blob against the backdrop of black curtain. The only way one could tell if he were there would be to see his pale limbs sticking out from the orifices of trenchcoat.

Richard: Let's get ready to rumble, baby!

The Man in Black walks down the aisle, tugging back and forth to get away from those who are trying to claw at his muscular frame. He's the personification of evil, stalking toward the ring with a purpose. The look in his eyes tells the entire story. He's coming out to finish the job that he assumed was done at UltraViolence.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Shakur and Daniels stand side by side, looking at the determined Underground Pimp and his protege. Dawkins has all the confidence he needs, sticking a hand out and pleading with The Man in Black and Biker to get into the ring. The only thing separating them is a small ten foot ramp.

Nick: Come on Shakur, get in there and take the beating you have coming to you!

All four parties show tremendous restraint, holding clinched fists at their sides. A good amount of sizing up is going down and nobody appears ready to concede in the staredown. Half the crowd gets behind Rayne...

RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE! RAYNE!

...While the other half supports The Flyin Hawaiian.

DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS!

The Biker takes the first step, putting his feet into the ramp and serving as bodyguard for Shakur, who follows in kind. Daniels uses his frame to try and back Dawkins and the resurrected Rayne, but he gets no movement from either. They both hold their ground,

He was stunned earlier, but under the bright lights Christian shows no fear and no retreat. He goes back a long way with Tyler Rayne, and both know that neither is going to give an inch in battle. They have enough experience taking and receiving punishment, helping each other in melees on several occasions in past lives.

Just as their lips start moving, The Man in Black nudges his brother out of the way and gets in Rayne's face.

Complete silence comes over Madison Square Garden when their eyes meet. Rayne is only one inch shorter so he's not adjusting his head to stare into the cold eyes of Shakur. Even though Rayne came in 15 ReVolutions after Shakur, both of them rose through the ranks together. They were always linked together through extracurricular acquaintances. When Shakur was down on his luck after losing at Colossus to Chandler Tsonda, Rayne offered him a Universal Championship shot if he assisted against SCCW's invading influx. Shakur agreed and used it at a platform. Both of them sidelined the other for months at a time.

Now, with the bloodiest and most macabre feud under their belt, they stand together one last time at ReVolution 200. Shakur's nostrils flare and teeth grit, while Rayne remains motionless, erect like a statue waiting on the right words, or the right moment, to explode.

A hand clasps his shoulder and shifts him over to Christian Daniels, who is more than willing to engage in a war of words with Rayne, reminding him emphatically about ending The Rayne of Terror. The Underground Pimp produces a sadistic smile, reminding Daniels about how much damage he can do if energized. The adrenaline is flowing. He's ready for a knock down, drag out brawl.

Rayne's nudge allows Bryan Dawkins to take center stage, piercing a hole through The Man in Black. Shakur's face muscles calm. Dawkins is someone he believes he can handle without needing much effort, despite the lopsided beatdown received at ReVolution 199.

Bryan Dawkins: Go home, bruh, this ain't your time and it ain't your damn place. I'm gonna put you in the ground at Colossus.

Nothing in return from Shak Daddy. His poker face is now overwhelming,

Meanwhile, next to them, Christian Daniels initiates the action, shoving Tyler Rayne backwards.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The Underground Pimp tumbles end over end, falling on his back about seven feet away. The action prompts Dawkins to reach over and clobber The Biker with a right hand.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: THE FIGHT IS ON!

Dawkins lands another flush right hand before Daniels seizes control and wallops him with a knee jerking fist. Dawkins reels back again, the power of Daniels punch being far greater than his. A one foot height difference and over one hundred pound of weight tend to help, especially with an expert boxer's hand at the helm. Dawkins goes for a kick to the leg, but Daniels reaches out and snatches him, pulling him off the ground and back into the corner.

Devin Shakur stands there, keeping an attentive eye on Tyler Rayne but not flinching.

Daniels gets a hold of Dawkins and fires him into the ropes. He comes ahead with a big boot, but Dawkins slides underneath, scales the ropes straight up and arches himself backwards. Daniels spins around and prepares to catch him...

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

But doesn't anticipate Tyler Rayne swinging the wheelchair into his ribs, reorganizing his priorities and giving Dawkins free choice to do whatever he likes. He elects for a Tornado DDT, spiking Daniels into the canvas. Rayne assists him to a standing position and the two pull The Biker up. They throw a left/right combination that swells Daniels face before running off the ropes, charging back, and landing stereo clotheslines. Daniels smacks against the mats on the floor.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: AND NOW WHAT? AND NOW WHAT? SHAKUR IS CAUGHT!

Rayne and Dawkins simultaneously turn their heads around, devious looks in their eyes and horrific intentions imminent.

Devin Shakur still doesn't move. He's either frozen in fear or has the ace of spades left up his sleeve. Nobody can tell if he needs a new pair of trousers since he is covered in black from head to toe. If anybody remembers ReVolution 190, there's a very good reason for that.

Bryan Dawkins calls for a steel chair from the ringside area and receives about seventeen from the front row fans. He only takes two, dishing one to Rayne and moving forward.

Nick: Ever since adding that muscle, Devin Shakur hasn't been as fast of a runner as he used to be. Dawkins is far more athletic than he is and Rayne could probably launch a chair far enough.

DIE SHAKUR DIE! DIE SHAKUR DIE! DIE SHAKUR DIE! DIE SHAKUR DIE!

Shakur's eyes start to move when Dawkins and Rayne separate, creating more distance for themselves. The window of escape for Shakur decreases. If he tries to go out the back door, Rayne will be right there to catch him. If he goes right, an overzealous and happy Flyin Hawaiian will put him in his place.

The Man in Black finally shows a hint of emotion, snarling and raising his hands to both Rayne and Dawkins, extending the middle finger to each of them.

Rayne and Dawkins wind up their steel weaponry and go for Chris Berman approved monster blasts.

Shakur keeps his head firmly in place, perhaps he's ready to accept his fate.

Dawkins is a second step behind Rayne, but both are inches from Shakur's head.

...But something strange happens.

Tyler Rayne slides his chair off course, the sound brushing past The Man in Black, and collides with Bryan Dawkins chair. The impact sends steel back into Dawkins face, dropping him to the ground and leaving Madison Square Garden in shock.

Literal fucking shock.

Tyler Rayne has turned his back on The Flyin Hawaiian.

Nick: NO! NO! YOU'VE...NO! THIS ISN'T HAPPENING!

Richard: HELL! FUCKING! YEAH! BABY!

Nick: I'm...WHY?

Richard: Because even RAYNE thinks Dawkins is using his name in blasphemy.

Nick: NO! There has to be a bigger reason behind this. Tyler Rayne isn't that kind of person!

Richard: Do you really know what kind of person Rayne is or do you just know what he lets you know?

Nick: ...I'm speechless.

Christian Daniels gets up from the ground, hauling himself over the top rope and standing over the prone Flyin Hawaiian. He looks down and sees the trail of blood pouring from his head. Tyler Rayne drops the chair and both glance over at The Man in Black.

His face is once again blank.

Then things get even stranger.

The Underground Pimp raises his hand and dismisses Shakur, who willingly turns and walks down the ramp, quickly down the aisle and out of camera range.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: The crowd is just getting their feeling back, but what the hell is going on?

Richard: Neither of them want Shakur out for this. It's gonna get bloody. You remember what he said a few weeks ago? He's an asshole. He lets people do the work for him and takes all the credit.

Nick: …I'm absolutely disgusted with Tyler Rayne. I don't know what happened, but Shakur and Daniels have managed to pull the ultimate swerve on Bryan Dawkins.

Richard: WHAT. A. PLAN.

Daniels and Rayne keep their eyes on one another for another few moments. The crowd litters the ring with popcorn bags and beer pitchers. Neither man feels the effects, instead giving each other a malice grin.

Reaching into his pocket, Christian retrieves a bottle of water and a wash cloth. He hands them to Tyler Rayne.

Nick: What the hell, he's offering him a beverage?

He pulls out another bottle of water, unscrews the cap and they toast over Dawkins.

Daniels down the drink while Rayne pours it over his face and starts tugging at his hair with a demented look.

And things get even stranger.

Viciously pulling at his face, Tyler Rayne starts to peel some of his skin off and remove the hair on his head. His veins are bulging in a controlled effort to keep a demented facade. Perhaps he'll explain why...

Or tell us why he now has long, streaking black hair whereas a minute ago he had short brown.

Nick: ...NO! NO!

Rayne reaches up and pours some more water on his face, grinds the wash cloth hard and starts peeling away at his skin.

Which isn't actually his skin...

...It's a skin mask.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Once the mask gets halfway off, leaving remnants around the neck and chin, MSG gets a good look at who "Tyler Rayne" actually is.

He's Devin Shakur...

The real Devin Shakur.

Nick: WHAT A SICK MAN!

Richard: HE CONNED EVERYBODY!

Nick: I...Oh my God, I'm going to be sick. He created all of this just to make Bryan Dawkins believe he had another...This is a joke.

Nick Stuart slams his headset into the announce table while Dawkins opens his eyes for the first time and looks at The Man in Black. He looks down further and sees the body suit, complete with fake scars to match those on the torso of the real Tyler Rayne.

And he's got a condescending smile on his face, one unmatched by any plot he's ever pulled off. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a microphone.

Devin Shakur: You want to play, bruh? Let's play.

Shak Daddy lets the microphone slip out of his hand and onto Dawkins. The Bruh's head forcibly goes back into the canvas while "Black Hole Sun" resonates, playing Shakur out.

With the easy access ramp, Daniels and Shakur walk down and look for the 'Exit'. They are going to find the nearest bar and celebrate this one the right away.

Richard: Devin Shakur, ladies and gentlemen.

Nick: Tyler Rayne was never here. It was Shakur the entire time...Which means-

Richard: Who we've seen all night is a clone. One of many he used against Rayne early in their rivalry.

Nick: He got the hopes of Bryan Dawkins and everybody in PRIME up just for a sick little game.

Richard: Wrestling is serious business, Stuart. Shakur knows that.

Nick: Shakur is going to have a date with the Devil one day and he's going to have to answer for a lot of wrestling crimes, this one will rank right up on the list.

Richard: It goes to show what happens when you provoke Devin Shakur. He gets real dirty and real personal.

Nick: An insane night so far tonight! Just insane! We just saw the return of Nova, Sonny Silver, High Flyer, and Clyde Walkins as they took on Garbage Bag Johnny, Hessian, Chainz, and two more returning superstars, Violence Jack and Jonathan Winters!

Richard: Insane is the right word. Violence Jack, back in PRIME? Wow, simply wow.

Nick: Tony Gamble and Dusk returned earlier in the evening, with Dusk coming out the winner of his match.

Richard: Yeah, I didn't like that as much.

Nick: Of course you wouldn't--

Flashing lights fill the arena as the house lights dim. Then a few notes are heard over the sound system until Let It Rock by Kevin Rudolf is heard in the arena. The fans rise to their feet as on the PRIME*Tron it reads.

David. Noble

I see your dirty face
Hide behind your collar
What is done in vain
Truth is hard to swallow

Nick: And it looks like David Noble is on his way out here, fresh off his earlier victory at the top of the show, courtesy of Dusk.

Richard: It would've been better if he hadn't won. Just saying.

From the backstage area appears Noble, a little tired after the hellacious battle he went through earlier in the evening. Yet, still dressed from that match, as the roar of the crowd overcomes him, he sprints down the ramp as Let it Rock fades out. He walks around the ring a little bit and plays to the crowd, which returns with huge cheers.

Nick: A lot has been made about Noble's upcoming Colossus VI match, facing off against Jonathan Rhine.

Richard: The kid doesn't have a shot in hell.

Nick: Well, we shall see about that. He lasted longer than Rhine did tonight.

Noble is then handed a microphone and walks around the ring.

David Noble: Before I start speaking my mind on something that's been bothering me for a while, let's give it up once again for my friend, my mentor, and the man who won the match for our team earlier in the evening, DUSK!

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Nick: The Lost Soul still gets a very strong pop from this crowd.

Richard: That's because they're mindless zombies.

Nick: And what are you again?

Richard: I'm your father, Nick.

David stands in the center of the ring and looks down the ramp.

David Noble: Week in and week out, I walk down that ramp, and I hear the fans chant my name. It's a feeling that can never be replaced, can never be replicated, unless you're inside of a PRIME arena. As they cheer my name and watch me do battle with whether it be Bryan Dawkins or Jason Natas, I know they have my back. I know that they want me to come out of the ring with a victory and are slightly disappointed when I don't come back with one. Yet, the growing sentiment over the past few weeks, and I've heard it from wrestlers, journalists, and fans alike, is that I don't have a chance in hell in defeating Jonathan Rhine.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

The name of Jonathan Rhine gets a major pop from the crowd even though the Intense Champion has been rather quiet the past few weeks.

David Noble: First, let me give my respect towards Rhine. One hell of a competitor, a legend in his own right. Stepping into that ring with him, especially at a show like Colossus VI, is an honor unlike any other. I remember watching him as I got into wrestling, and as I trained, I would watch him, wanting to emulate my style after him. He's one of those guys who step into the industry and made a change that would last forever. I can only hope to follow in his steps. But, I refuse to let my respect for him cloud my mind and think that I can't defeat him. Even though it hurts that others think it, I know what I'm capable of, and I know that when I go to Fenway in August, I'm walking out of there with the Intense Championship.

NO-BLE! NO-BLE! NO-BLE! NO-BLE!

Nick: David is showing that he refuses to back down.

Richard: He's an idiot, that's why.

David Noble: If I came out here each and every week, thinking I couldn't beat a Hessian or Jonathan Rhine, then I would be doing a disservice to you guys. The fans, each and every week, they put their hard earned money on the table and come out here to watch a show. I'd like to think that at PRIME, we give you just that. If I walked out here knowing I was going to lose, I would personally give you back your money and never step foot into a ring again. Yet, here I am. I've listened to the detractors that tell me I'm too young for this kind of match against Rhine, that I'm no where ready for the responsibility that comes with being the best around.

Noble removes the microphone from his lips and looks around at the crowd. He takes a deep breath in and then continues.

David Noble: Then you're dead wrong. You're the same person that probably watched me step into PRIME and said that I would be washed out here. That I didn't have what it takes to compete against some of the best competitors in the world. Even in my defeat, you ask Hessian, Bryan Dawkins, and Jason Natas how easy of a victory I was. I pour my heart out each and every week, and if you think that I can't get it done then you can go screw yourself. I'm the Rising Star of PRIME--

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

David Noble: And I won't be stopped! Not for Jonathan Rhine! Not for Hessian! Not for Devin Shakur! Not for Garbage Bag Johnny! Not for Kaiser Vashaun! Not for Jason Snow!

NO-BLE! NO-BLE! NO-BLE!

Yet, the Rising Star doesn't stop.

David Noble: You know, two hundred episodes of ReVolution has passed since it's inception, and it's time for a new Revolution to start. It's going to be called the Noble Revolution and you know what, every one of you are invited to join the Revolution. You're invited to come and watch, to cheer, and to be amazed as I'm ready to scale that mountain.

Noble walks over to the nearby corner and climbs to the top, microphone still in hand.

David Noble: Let me ask you, New York City! Are you ready for a new revolution?!

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

David Noble: Are you ready to see a new Intense Champion?!

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

David Noble: And I'll tell you something, I don't plan on stopping there. It's time for a new order around here. For so long, I've heard of this place described as an old gentleman's club, that you can't break into the top echelon around here. Time for a change, that's what I think. I'm all for breaking down the barriers and tearing down some walls. I'm all for a new order and changing up the thinking when it comes to PRIME. Are you all for it?!

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

NO-BLE! NO-BLE! NO-BLE! NO-BLE!

Noble then hops off the top turnbuckle and walks back to the center of the ring.

David Noble: Then, New York City, you can lay witness to the beginning of a new age, a dawn coming over PRIME, and the Rising Star finally coming alive. A new day is about to break, and a revolution is about to break out. You can tell your grandchildren that you were there the day it all began, because when it's all said and done, all hell will break loose!

Richard: This guy is a nut.

Nick: This guy has got the crowd on his side.

David Noble: To those in the back who might stand in my way, then that is your loss. I will not stop, I will not sleep, and I will not rest until the revolution is complete, nor will these fans. There are millions of them, all around the world, ready to believe in something fresh once again, instead of the same old boring shit that plagues our airwaves. You want to stop me? Then let's do it. Come out here now and let's see what you're made of.

Silence.

"My Gift to You" by Korn hits the speakers and the crowd goes in a frenzy of boos and any other insults they can hurl as perhaps the most hated and evil wrestler in PRIME history emerges from the backstage area.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Richard: Okay, now I like this!

Nick: Chainz stepping out onto the top of the ramp with his sadistic smile plastered across his face. I'm certain nothing good is going to come out of his mouth.

With a microphone in his hand, Chainz wastes no time drilling into the Rising Star.

Chainz: Well look at you David, thinking your words actually mean anything. Just because you say all the things you say, doesn't make them true. Hell, look around you. You've got these idiots screaming their heads off. Like their approval or cheers mean anything.

The crowd boos vehemently unable to hide their hatred for Chainz.

Chainz: You mentioned all the people you think you could beat? Really boy, really?

David Noble: I beat you.

Chainz smirks.

Chainz: Yeah, you sure did. Your win over me has gotten you what? Like I told you before it's not wins that matter, it's how you win and what you do. You squeak by and bore people. I destroy and thrill people. The same guy that no one is giving you a chance against I've beaten. The same guy who's the current 5 Star champ, I've beaten. And not just barely, I've destroyed them. What have you done in the last month?

Noble goes to say something, but Chainz interrupts him.

Chainz: Now you think you can be the Intense champion? You're so naive boy. You don't want to use weapons, you don't want to get bloody, and yet you want that title? Do me a favor and just quit. No even better, go somewhere and slit your wrists. Your presence is infuriating. I'll be taking that belt off Rhine, another worthless waste of space, so don't get too excited about Colossus.

David Noble: You know what, we've done this dance and song before, Chainz, and it was me who walked out of UltraViolence with the chance to face the Intense Champion as I became the #1 contender. Not you. So, you want to talk about how weak I am? Fine, so be it. I've defeated you a few times if you remember. But, I'm not the kind of person to just back down from a challenge. So, I want to give you front row seats to the defeat that will be heard around the world. No, I don't want you sitting in the audience, Chainz, I want you in that ring. You want to show how bad of a man you are? Well, you're just going to be another victim in the revolution. You want your chance under the bright spotlights? Colossus VI. You, me, and Rhine. For the Intense Champion.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Nick: WHAT?!

Richard: That kid is an idiot.

Nick: I can't believe he just did that.

Richard: He's getting too big for his britches, that's why.

Chainz: God you're an idiot. You truly think you're going to walk out of that match the winner? So be it boy, I'll wrap your head around that ring post and shower Rhine in your blood. I'll snuff you out like that bitch should've snuffed that ugly and deformed kid out.

Chainz points to a child in the audience sitting in a wheel chair. The crowd boos as the mother comforts her son.

Chainz: Have some mercy you whore. Here's what you do, grab a pillow, put said pillow over his mouth, and there you go. Do us all a favor. You think we want to look at him dribbling all over himself? Maybe next time when your brother walks into the room you should close you legs to prevent another should be abortion from being born.

The crowd boos as the mother wheels her son out of the arena, tired of listening to Chainz. There is no expression in his face as the fans boo him and hurl trash at him.

Chainz: Noble, these are your fans! These are the people you want on your side? Take these retards and ugly fat asses if you want. I prefer the title belt that will soon be around my waist.

Chainz then turns to leave.

David Noble: Hey, I'm not done with you, not yet, you Saw-reject.

Chainz looks down the ramp at the Rising Star.

David Noble: You want to see how tough I am? Fine, but I'm going to give you a sneak preview. Next week, you meet me in the middle of this ring. Not for a match. No, but you will see a side of me that no one has ever seen before. On top of that though, I'm going to make an offer. An offer to any United States Marine in the country who wants to see PRIME for free. You come to the arena that night, and I promise you this, you will see the entire show for me. On me. Chainz, in front of the toughest men in the world, I will make you my bitch. Guaranteed.

No-ble! No-ble!

Chainz: You're on boy, but just know you're playing with fire. This ain't over.

He turns to leave once more.

David Noble: Hey, Chainz. Semper Fi, motherfucker.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Nick: WHOA! That got heated really fast.

Richard: Next week, there's going to be thousands of marines here?

Nick: Yeah, Richard. Try to not get so excited about that. I know the fantasies are all there in your head.

Noble then hops onto the top rope and looks down at Chainz as he leaves to the back.

The 5 Star Champion adjusts the black elbow pad on his right arm, securing it in the proper location. The final ten-man elimination match is only moments away and the most famous arena in the world is buzzing over the fantastic action they've already witnessed and the wars that are yet to be waged.

Taking a deep breath, Kaiser Vashaun takes in the atmosphere... the sort of special aura that few nights can ever achieve. Its the type of thing that can give a guy goosebumps. A moment that simply can't be ruined.

"You better be ready for this."

Ok... maybe it can be ruined.

The voice of the reigning Universal Champion greets The Next in Line as he passes a connecting backstage corridors. The two PRIME champions come to a stop at th corner of the connecting hallways.

Kaiser Vashaun: I am.

Jason Snow: I better have your word on that, plebe.

Kaiser Vashaun: Definitely. I plan on blowing the roof off of Madison Square Garden.

Jason Snow: Leave the excitement to me, Mr. Charisma. I'm the guy who the mere SIGHT of me has been...

Kaiser Vashaun: Yeah, at this point, we all know how that one goes.

The Next in Line just shakes his head and rolls his eyes. The Original Villain, however, doesn't seem to find the same humor in Kaiser's comment. Taking a step forward, Snow locks eyes with the 5 Star Champ, his long list of accolades erasing the difference in their physical statures.

Jason Snow: Just make sure you don't blow it out there for us.

Kaiser Vashaun: And you do the same.

The Original Villain raises an eyebrbow and points at himself, almost as if he doesn't believe he heard correctly.

Jason Snow: Me? You realize who you're talking to? Success is all I know. And I'm sure you'll want to hop on these coat tails and do all the winning you can before Colossus rolls around, because at that point, its all downhill for you.

Kaiser Vashaun: You're awfully full of yourself aren't you? I'll tell ya what... I'll worry about my business, you worry about yours. I'd hate to see you get knocked on your ass out there tonight. I don't think you'd be able to get back up... with that massive ego weighing you down.

Jason Snow: I back up everything I say. I've earned the right to talk. PTC Unified Champion, IG Champion, Winner of GTT6, PRIME Universal Champion, Jewel in the Crown... let me know when you can check even one of those off the list, plebe. You haven't accomplished a tenth of what I have in my career. You're not even in my league. I suggest you stop pretending to be and focus on at least succeeding in mediocrity.

The Next in Line turns his head away for a moment. When he brings it back around towards Snow, the plain expression on his face has given way to an intense, focused look.

Kaiser Vashaun: For one night, I was hoping you could just shut up and wrestle and maybe we could work towards the same goals. I thought maybe... maybe we're not all that different. But ya know what... my ego has an off switch. Yours is stuck in full douchebag mode. So let me put your fears to rest, champ. I'm gonna go out there tonight and take care of business. I'm gonna knock the block off of anybody that gets in my way. Including you. In fact, I can't wait for the opportunity to break you in half... all this runnin' your mouth... I thought I would be able to stomach it till CVI. But enough is enough. I suggest you stick to the agreement, because if you get in my way tonight, I'll do everyone in the city of New York a favor and I'll shut you up myself.

The 5 Star Champ takes a short breath.

Kaiser Vashaun: You have my word.

Snow smirks, unimpressed.

Jason Snow: I’ll remember the agreement, plebe. Just see that you do as well. We’ll worry about Colossus tomorrow. Tonight, you watch my back and I’ll watch yours.

It takes Vashaun a moment to respond.

Kaiser Vashaun: Deal. Just keep yourself in check.

The Next in Line walks off without waiting for a response, heading up the hallway towards the gorilla position.

A despondent looking Jay Phoenix, attired for battle in his distinctive and colourful wrestling garb, walks through the nearly empty backstage corridors. Music and cheering filter through from the crowd, muffled and muted through the walls of concrete. Head down he doesn’t see the figure at the doorway until he has passed it.

"That’s nice, not even a ‘hello, how are you’?"

With a start Phoenix glances around, to be meet by the smiling face of the ‘power that is’ in PRIME, Lisa Tyler. Shaking his head, eyes heavy, he doesn’t return the smile.

Phoenix: Not now, Lisa, I’m not in the mood.

Lisa Tyler: That’s good to know, but I wasn’t offering ‘that’ you know – I mean you didn’t even get me flowers, or dinner … I like dinner, you know.

Phoenix: Funny; you aren’t my type.

Lisa Tyler: My definition of funny normally involves laughter – a smile at least – your definition obviously involves you looking like somebody died or you ate bad sushi; damn it, all this talk about dinner and sushi is making me hungry!

Phoenix: Don’t let me keep you from your cravings then.

Lisa Tyler: That sounds like you are trying to get rid of me Jay, what’s up?

Phoenix: You aren’t exactly the person I want to see right now, Lisa.

Lisa Tyler: I know that we have had our issues, but, I though that they were behind us?

Phoenix: Short memory, then.

Lisa Tyler: What?

Phoenix: Did you HAVE to block me from getting at Natas tonight; did you have to issue that restraining order?

Lisa Tyler: Have to? No – that it sounds like a good idea, actually as I really don’t want to be the person to have to clean up after you two eventually get your hands on each other. But I have no idea what you are talking about …

Phoenix: He told me that you ordered me to keep clear of him; showed me the paper that you signed that said that I would be blocked from the building leaving Rick alone with him. That’s cold, Tyler.

Lisa Tyler: I agree, it would be cold – if I had done it. But I didn’t.

Phoenix: I saw it!

Lisa Tyler: Trust me, Jay, there is no restraining order, there is no document of any sort that I have issued ordering you to keep away from him.

Phoenix: … but I saw it, it had your signature on it.

Lisa Tyler: The only thing with my signature on it, that Natas has, was a signed expenses claim form … rental car, couple of TGI Friday bills, things like that. And there we go with the food again.

Phoenix: You didn’t … he hasn’t …

Lisa Tyler: Yeah, whatever you say. Me, I work in complete sentences, usually.

Phoenix: He lied to me. Again. There was no official document stopping me from getting my hands on him!

Lisa Tyler: Nope.

Phoenix: I could kiss you right now!

Lisa Tyler: Thought that I wasn’t your type?

Her quip is lost on Phoenix as, with a growing smile, he almost bounds down the corridor, heading directly for the main stage area with obvious purpose. Shaking her head Tyler watches him go.

"Boston has seen its fair share of champions."

Tom Brady and his pretty-boy smile come to life as the Patriots QB hoists the illustrious Lombardi Trophy high above. The image gives way to that of the Boston Celtics, celebrating their record 18th NBA Championships with confetti raining down.

"Titans who rose above the rest, emerging from battle with their heads held high."

The Boston Red Sox team is shown, jumping up and down as they shatter the curse, winning the famed World Series. Slowly, the image turns to black and white. Then fades.

"But this August, Boston will play host to an event bigger than any it has seen before."

An image of a set of ring ropes rises from the blackness. The camera begins to follow the ropes, moving around a corner ringpost. In the squared circle, the blurry image of two combatants waging war can vaguely be seen.

"An event that will bring the city a whole other breed of Champions."

The shots begins to pan-out, showing the ringside area, then out further, a massive sea of fans surrounding the squared-circle.

"For two days, Boston will be invaded by the strongest, fastest, and most powerful warriors to ever grace the eastern seaboard.

The image continues to rocket upward, further and further from the ring. It rises up and above Fenway Park and the legendary Green Monster. Then even higher, till finally, it comes to rest on a shot of the Boston skyline, lit up as the sun sets on the horizon.

"Because some events are just too big for one night.



August 15th & 16th













From Fenway Park

He stood admiring the hall. He could see the lights shining off the floors, so spotless you could eat off of them, had you the inclination and desire to eat off of concrete, rather than a plate. He looked right, as the lights shone perfectly. To the right the same.

Below him? Different story. Though you can’t see his face, be assured, reader: He is angry about this. He’s cleaned himself into a corner, and now, he’d never get into the ring to make his redebut.

Shame the camera was behind him too, or else you could have seen his face. Not a pretty one, but, a face nonetheless.

You should have seen it. It was as red as his hat.

Oh, you want to see it? Well, look. Go ahead, look! It's who you think it is. A smiling Chet Worth turns around, and claps, entering the room he'd cleaned himself into. The fans gasp with the look at the former CEO of PRIME and the 2005 Dual Halo winner. His eyes are sunken around dark circles, and he's lost considerable weight; his once bulbous figure now substantially thinner, and not in a good way. His voice, previously unrecognizable, makes sense seeing the face, but, even turning away, there's something off. His hair is gray, and not at the temples.

The years had not been kind to Worth, to say the least.

"To think. Anyone could have the last segment on Revolution 200, and yet, they chose me. It could have been Nova --"

Pop.

"It could have been Ignatius Lisieiux --"

Another huge Pop.

"Wolfenden!"

Pop.

"Deville!"

WHAT?

"I said Deville."

WHAT?

"Angelo Deville?"

WHAT?

"Did you see the dog?"

WHAT?

"...But, they didn't choose them. They chose me. And now, let me read something I've prepared for you."

Worth reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of reading glasses. He adjusts them onto his face, and pulls out a rolled piece of paper, that unravels for what seems like days. As worth starts to speak, static creeps into the arena, and homes around the US and the World to the largest pop of them all.

Nick: Well, we've seen a whole horde of talent tonight Richard, and we're going to get to the final Power Play match coming up here.

Richard: The only real difference between this match and the other three is that two of the ten competitors are pegged. Killean Sirrajin and Tyler Nelson haven't come out yet so they have to be part of one team.

Nick: I'm stumped. I have some theories as to who is left and if I'm right, we're about to witness a blockbuster.

Richard: Vince, take it away, brother.

Vince Howard: The following contest is the fourth and FINAL Power Play match. To win the match, all five competitors must be eliminated from one team. Introducing Team Number One...

"Ladies and gentlemen please, would you bring your attention to me.
For a feast for your eyes to see, an explosion of catastrophe.
Like nothing you've ever seen before, watch closely as I open this door.
Your jaws will be on the floor, after this you'll be begging for more."

A variety of red-hued lights whirl and flash through the arena while the music builds with intensity, the camera collecting shots of frenzying fans, holding "Supreme Machine" and "PRIME Cut" signs.

"Welcome to the shooooooooooow.
Please come insiiiiiiiiiiiide!"

The screen flickers to life, two words coming to vision, one after the other.

Supreme.

Machine.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" ("BOOM!")

The PRIME Cut himself appears at the top of the ramp as a fantastic array of pyrotechnics ignites the arena. Killean's arms are taught and in the air, an inaudible roar on his face to match that of the New York fan base.

Richard: The NOISE this man brings with him! It has to be illegal!

"DO YA WANT IT?! ("BOOM!")

"DO YA NEED IT?!" ("BOOM!")

"LET ME HEAR IT! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" ("BOOM!")

"DO YA WANT IT?!" ("BOOM!")

"DO YA NEED IT?!" ("BOOM!")

"LET ME HEAR IIIIIIIT!!!!! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"

Vince Howard: Introducing first, weighing in at 287 pounds and standing 6 feet 4 inches tall, he hails from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada and is the only Grand Slam winner in PRIME...THE HALL OF FAMER...KILLEAN SIRRAJINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!

Crowd: "RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!"

Ladies and gentlemen, good evening. You've seen that seeing is believing.
Your ears and your eyes will be bleeding, please check to see if you're still breathing.
Hold tight 'cause the show is not over, if you will, please, move in closer.
You're about to be bowled over, by the wonders you're about to behold here."

Killean makes his way to the ring, absolute confidence and power in his step. He offers gung-ho high-fives to the loving crowd before climbing into the ring and ascending the far turnbuckle.

"Welcome to the shooooooooooow, (welcome to the shooooow!).
Please come insiiiiiiiiiiiide!"

He stretches his arms out wide, hands balled into fists for the The Garden.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" ("BOOM!")

"DO YA WANT IT?! ("BOOM!")

"DO YA NEED IT?!" ("BOOM!")

"LET ME HEAR IT! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" ("BOOM!")

"DO YA WANT IT?!" ("BOOM!")

"DO YA NEED IT?!" ("BOOM!")

"LET ME HEAR IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!

Nick: Massive reception for The Supreme Machine.

Richard: The man who comes out next is going to deserve far more praise.

Vince Howard: Introducing next...

The futuristic keyboard sounds of Emerson, Lake, and Palmers "Karn Evil 9 (aka Welcome Back My Friends)".

Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: I wouldn't be surprised if we have part of the match start right now.

There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
be careful as you pass.
Move along! Move along!

The Greediest Player in the Game, Tyler Nelson, walks out into The Garden. Nelson throws his arms high into the air, even though he wasn't as thrilled when this announcement was made, he'll get to watch Killean pulverized up close and personal. That makes him happy.

Come inside, the show's about to start
guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....

Nelson pauses momentarily at the top of the aisleway before heading down. The crowd is in full hate mode now, shouting obscenities at the King of Greed as he passes down the aisle to the ring. The theme from the famous Media stable continues to blare over the PA system, but the crowd does its best to drown the music out.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Nelson steps into the ring and The Supreme Machine walks over to him, the two standing chest to chest.

Vince Howard: The Greediest Player in the Game...TYLERRRRRRRR NELSON!

Richard: Give the man some space for the love of God.

Nick: Killean might take him out and jeopardize his team, but I think he'd be more than willing to pick up the slack.

Richard: What did he ever do to Killean that he didn't have coming?

Nick: Ruined his retirement announcement?

Richard: Nobody ever really retires from PRIME.

Nick: Well, we're about to find out who their partners are.

Vince Howard: Introducing next...

"I said 'kiss me, you're beautiful'
These are truly the last days'"

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Vince Howard: Introducing next...WEIGHING IN AT 205 POUNDS...HE IS THE FORMER UNIVERSAL CHAMPION...CHANDLERRRRRRRRRRR TSONDAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

The weathered voice from the beginning of Godspeed You! Black Emperor's "Dead Flag Blues" fades into the short acoustic section that begins Coheed & Cambria's "Welcome Home." After twelve seconds, the bitchin' guitars start to kick ass, as green and silver pyro goes off in perfect timing with the power riffs.

Nick: Tsonda and Sirrajin on the same team, what a combination. We might never see this again so I'm going to soak in this moment.

Richard: I'm going to power vomit.

As the WalTron displays the words "Model Citizen" in white over a black background, Tsonda swaggers out from behind the curtain. He soaks up the fan's reaction at the top of the ramp, staring down his opponent. And amidst the hazy green and silver smoke, he sprints to the ring, slides in under the bottom rope, and awaits the start of the match.

Vince Howard: Introducing next...

'Faint' by Linkin Park plays over the speaker system. Most of the hardcore fans come out of their seats in blind hatred, while some of the newer fans are inquisitive as to who the music belongs to.

Nick: Oh this is going to get very interesting.

Vince Howard: Hailing from Bogota, Columbia...He is the longest reigning Intense Champion in the history of PRIME...VANGELUSSSSSSSSSSSS OLSIGGGGGGGGGGGG!

The Prince of Delusion steps out from behind the curtain with a blank look on his face. He looks out at The Garden and scoffs, refusing to acknowledge the few fans he has. Tsonda and Sirrajin exchange some words while looking out at Olsig. The Hall of Famer hops onto the apron and steps through the ropes, ready for action.

Nick: Two Hall of Famers and the longest reigning Universal Champion together? Wow, how much better can this get?

The entire arena is plunged into darkness, leaving intense beams of white and purple to slash randomly across ringside. Pulses of synth then lay a trail for pounding drums, while licks of base trigger lights to flash in series around the arena. Joining in with the "WHOOO!" chants that escape from the beats, the fans rise in expectation of the entrance.

'SUPERCALIFRAGIALISTICWHENWEDROPWEGOBALLISTIC~!'

Nick: OH HELL YEAH!

Richard: For the love of Christ...

A deafening eruption of white and purple pyro shoots out from either side of the curtain, unleashing Overseer's 'Velocity Shift' in full throughout the arena, speakers distorting with bass.

A spotlight breaks from the swirling pattern around the arena to focus on the scaffolding above the entrance, where glimpses of a sleek figure slipping between the poles can be caught. Finally emerging from the steel jungle, the K-Wolf leaps over the PRIME logo and down onto the stage, long, patch-work coat rippling in the air behind her. As she lands, crouched, a final burst of white pyro shoots high into the arena from either side of the curtain, sending Wolfenden on her way down to the ring.

"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Gliding down the aisle, the K-Wolf reaches out either side of her to slap the out-reaching palms of the PRIME fans, before leaping up onto the apron .

Vince Howard: Introducing first… from Albany, New York… weighing in at 159 pounds… she is THE K-WOLF… KARINA WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLFENDEN!!!

Gloved hands grab the top rope, slingshotting the K-Wolf into the cable, where she balances for just long enough to remove her purple-tinted sunglasses, clipping them onto the collar of her coat before hopping down into the ring.

Nick: Let's rack up this team, Richard: Three Hall of Famers, multiple Universal Champions, and such a wealth of experience. This team, even with Tyler Nelson on it-

Richard: HEY!

Nick: Is going to be very hard to dethrone.

Richard: Let's see who they are gonna face.

The arena's speakers burst into life as fast, steady, distorted guitar chords and hard drum beats assault the ears. The screen lights up to the image of a worn down dog house, a tattered Confederate Flag hanging loosely above the arched entry. The screen follows a rusty chain, and stops to find it broken as the music picks up. It shifts to a ragged looking mutt of a dog, running full tilt down a dirt road, teeth barred. It catches up to a large, black Chevrolet Silverado pickup truck and runs along side it, a dark figure with a cigarette dangling from his lip in the driver's seat. As Randy Blythe's signature growl cues the lyrics to Lamb of God's "Redneck," the dog turns toward the screen and snaps viciously.

"SO GOD-DAMN EASY TO WRITE THIS! YOU MAKE IT SPILL ON THE PAAAAAAGGEE!!!
SO DRUNK ON YOURSELF, SELF RIGHTEOUS!!! THE LAUGHING STOCK,
OF YOUR OWN FUCKING STAAAGE!!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Richard: NOW we got some talent coming down, baby!

Nick: The look on Tsonda's face just changed from sweet to sour.

The screen flashes the name "Bad Dog," written on a bent, scratched up Alabama license plate. The screen proceeds to present images of Wade Elliott kickin' ass, drinkin' whiskey, kickin' more ass, and of various rabid dogs snapping at the screen.

The crowd bellows their disapproval as The Blue Collar Brawler slowly emerges onto the ramp, eyebrows furled, deep-set angry blue eyes locked on the ring.

BUT I AIN'T ONE TO CALL NAAAAMES!!!
OR THROW STONES IN A HOUSE OF GLAAASSS!
YOU TRY ME!!

Vince Howard: INTRODUCING FIRST, WEIGHING IN AT 258 POUNDS...THE BAD DOG...WADE ELLIOTTTTTTTTTTT!

He pauses after taking a few steps down the ramp as the chorus kicks in.

THIS IS A MOTHA-FUCKIN' INVITATIOONN!
THE ONLY ONE YOU COULD EVER NEEEED!!
THIS IS A MOTHA-FUCKIN' INVITATIOONN!
YOU TRY ME!!

Wade starts his death march as the music returns to verse, taking heavy, steady steps down the ramp. Fans bark at him, shake fists, and offer their disapproval. He ignores them as he reaches the bottom.

JUST ONE TIME YOU GOT A REASON, HEARD YOU HAD NOTHING TO LOOOSEE!!
A BLIND PREACHER FOR THE PIN-EYED CONGREGATION!!
IT MUST BE EASY TO LOOOSE!

He steps onto the apron and starts to climb the first turnbuckle.

BUT I AIN'T ONE TO CALL NAAAAMES!!!
OR THROW STONES IN A HOUSE OF GLAAASSS!
YOU TRY ME!!

He looks out to the crowd, lips curled in, spreading his thunder-cloud glare to the arena in a wide arc as the chorus hits once again.

THIS IS A MOTHA-FUCKIN' INVITATIOONN!
THE ONLY ONE YOU COULD EVER NEEEED!!
THIS IS A MOTHA-FUCKIN' INVITATIOONN!
YOU TRY ME!!

The 'Bama Bruiser hops down and steps into the ring as the music breaks down. He stalks to his corner, ready to deliver an old fashioned ass-kicking while the music fades away, leaving only the sounds of the ill-tempered audience.

Vince Howard: Introducing his teammates...

I aaaaam smellin’ like the rose
That somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed…

The PRIME*view flickers into life as a bold, black typeface flashes intermittently with action shots.

A N T I

A short pause before the lyrics kick in again.

I aaaaam smellin’ like the rose
That somebody gave me
‘Cause I’m dead and bloated!

Nick: Two powerful bruisers on the same team.

Richard: What was that you said about all those Hall of Famers unable to be taken out?

Finally Stone Temple Pilots kick in with "Dead and Bloated" as PRIME’s Anti-Superstar appears at the top of the ramp, gazing disdainfully out across the hordes of jeering masses. Eventually Jason Natas begins his descent, cracking his knuckles as he walks down the ramp at a slow but steady pace.

Vince Howard: FROM NEW YORK CITY, WEIGHING IN AT 254 POUNDS...THE ANTI-SUPERSTAR...JASONNNNNNNNNNNN NATASSSSSSSSSSSSS

After reaching the bottom of the ramp Jason climbs up the ring steps and walks along the outside of the apron. With one hand on the top rope, he turns and offers a fierce sneer to the masses before eventually turning and entering the ring.

Nick: Two out of the five. These two have worked together before, albeit in a losing effort but they have worked together. They have an experience factor.

Richard: Let's see who else they have...

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

Nick: Ohhhhhh my. We just went from a blaze to an inferno.

Richard: Natas is already cracking a grin.

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 flame still bright behind him, as the music still plays. 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 ring, Phoenix, 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.

Nick: Phoenix, Natas, and Elliott. None of them are looking at each other with a friendly smile.

Richard: And we have two more coming out.

Nick: I have a good idea they will be of Championship caliber.

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.

Richard: The 5 Star Champion...Great, I guess?

Nick: He adds some rising talent on the team.

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.

Vince Howard: Introducing next...Weighing in at 262 pounds and standing 6'5 tall...THE 5 STAR CHAMPION...THE NEXT IN LINEEEEEEEEEE...KAISER VASHAUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!

Once to the ring, Kaiser will step onto the ring apron and lean against the ropes. Standing under the spotlight, he will bow his head, looking towards the ground for a moment. As the lyrics blast out "I FEEL LIKE JACKSON, MISSISSIPPI!", Kaiser will quickly raise his head and fire his arms towards the rafters, roaring as the spotlight gives way to the arena lights which flicker rapidly, casting the ringside area in a white strobelight effect.

Nick: That only leaves one person on the roster.

Richard: And from what we've seen earlier, oh man! This is gonna be nuts, baby!

Vince Howard: Introducing the final member of Team 8...Weighing in at 232 pounds and standing 6'1 tall...HE IS THE UNIVERSAL CHAMPION, THE ORIGINAL VILLAIN...JASONNNNNNNNNN SNOWWWWWWWWWWW!

Right Next Door to Hell by Guns N' Roses

The heat is instantaneous, more so than either Elliott, Olsig or Natas received. The PRIME*View flickers to life with highlights of his past accolades: GTT6, the 5 Star Championship, defeating Chandler Tsonda at Culture Shock to finally realize his destiny of the Universal Championship.

Stepping out with enough confidence to drown Madison Square Garden is The Original Villain, Universal Championship proudly strapped around his waist. He amps it up for the crowd, calling them plebes and demanding they bow down to his G-reatness. Of course, none of them do and return the verbal assault, mostly with words that can't be legally said on the FX channel.

Snow no sells their wit, walking past each middle finger onto the ringside mats. He hits the stairs, steps up and climbs into the squared circle.

We're ready to go.

Nick: My God Richard, the talent in that ring is nothing short of mind boggling.

Richard: I'm marking out in every possible place, most notably my pants.

Nick: Sirrajin is a Grand Slam Champion, K-Wolf a former Universal and Alias Champion, Tsonda the longest ever Universal Champion, Olsig the longest reigning Champion ever in PRIME, Elliott is a former Intense Champion, Snow a former 5 Star and current Universal Champion, Vashaun the former Intense and current 5 Star Champion, and Natas and Phoenix are virtual locks to hold Championships in the future.

Richard: What about Tyler Nelson?

Nick: He's the Universal 5 Star Douchebag.

Richard: You are so considerate of others.

Nick: I learned from the best.

DING! DING! DING!

Nick: The bell sounds and this monster is officially underway.

The King of Greed takes a step back and blindly reaches for the ropes, mouthing "same team" to The Supreme Machine while exiting the ring. He doesn't get much support from K-Wolf or Olsig, who step through the ropes on both sides of the feuding duo. Over in the other corner, Jason Snow and Kaiser Vashaun are discussing strategy as only champions can. Jay Phoenix and Jason Natas are trying not to kill one another, a turnbuckle being the only thing separating them.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Oh, those two guys who weren't mentioned, Chandler Tsonda and Wade Elliott, are slugging on each other like two dogs battling over the last bone. Tsonda strings together a pair of right hands, while The Bad Dog swings his hips around and lands a powerful shot. The exchange goes on for four repetitions until Tsonda grabs hold of Elliott's wrist and sends him into the ropes. Having a 52 pound weight advantage, The Bad Dog is easily able to reverse the whip and leave The Model Citizen to his own devices, namely bouncing into the 258 pound brick wall and shooting back like a rubber ball. Elliott stands in the middle of the ring, a bulldozer of trouble, and motions for Tsonda to hit the ropes.

Tsonda knows he probably shouldn't engage in this type of behavior. Regardless of the outcome, his back won't thank him in the morning when he's unable to roll over without searing pain.

But it's ReVolution 200. His career probably won't live to see another monstrosity like this, and he's not getting shown up by anybody

Especially not Wade Elliott.

The Model Citizen charges into the ropes, plowing ahead with his 205 pounds into the barrel chest of The Bad Dog, who barely moves. Tsonda points and obliges Elliott to do the same. The Bad Dog backs up and hits the cables, stepping forward and lowering his shoulder into Tsonda...

Who promptly slips to the side and trips Elliott, leaping over and applying a front face lock.

Nick: Tsonda giving Elliott a dose of mind games to start out the contest.

Richard: Yeah, but we've still got a long way to go, and I doubt Elliott will take kindly to being embarrassed like that.

It's safe to say he's not, as he's rising to his knees and pulling Tsonda with him. Tsonda shifts his body weight around and takes the back of The Bad Dog, humiliating him with a little paint brushing. Elliott rushes ahead and gets taken off his feet with a spinning heel kick from The Model Citizen. The head shot doesn't have a world of effect, but Tsonda has enough time to prepare for the next rush, angling his body sideways and dropkicking Elliott hard in the chest. The Bad Dog moves back while Tsonda reaches up and tags in The Supreme Machine.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: UltraViolence relived.

Richard: It's clobbering time.

PRIME's Grand Slam Champion stampedes to the center of the ring and delivers a clothesline that has enough force to spin Elliott inside out. That doesn't happen often, but Sirrajin isn't in the mood for playing games tonight. Elliott gets to his feet and receives a stunning pair of forearms before getting Irish whipped into the ropes. Elliott comes back to Sirrajin, gets taken, spun, and slammed into the mat. No fancy wrestling vernacular, just a straight slam. First cover.

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

T-

Elliott scampers away from the potential elimination with ease. He might not have the greatest cardio in the game, but he won't get put away on a powerslam. Sirrajin doesn't seem to mind, pulling his rival back up and lacing his chest with a knife edge chop.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Elliott trades back, connecting on a right hand.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Sirrajin with another chop.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Elliott with another right, Sirrajin stumbles to a knee.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

But he doesn't give Elliott a chance to follow through, delivering a shot to the midsection and swinging a full 360 degrees for the last chop. Elliott plops back to the canvas.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Old School PRIME coming out guns blazing here folks.

Richard: Disgraceful, all of these guys should be in the retirement home with the exception of Nelson, at least he is still sound of mind.

The Supreme Machine picks Elliott off the ground and wraps his head underneath the right arm. With a stern glare in the direction of Tyler Nelson, Sirrajin points with his available hand, "This is gonna be you come Colossus" and effortlessly picks Elliott into the air, holding him in a vertical suplex.

Nick: Shades of the late British Bulldog and look at the power of Sirrajin.

The lopsided crowd chants while the blood rushes to The Bad Dog's head.

FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN

Sirrajin drops him to the canvas with an immense thud and rolls over to Tsonda, more than eager to step back into the ring and give Elliott another wave of punishment.

Nick: I doubt we're going to see anybody from this team tag Tyler Nelson in. He hasn't stepped into a PRIME ring competitively since ReVolution 88, and ironically enough, he's teaming with two of those people who were on the opposite side of the ring. We'll see if Olsig and K-Wolf still hold something against him.

Richard: Nelson has world class intellect. If he steps into the ring, he'll be the suburban driver on a windy road and everybody else will be the deer. You know what happens when those two forces collide.

Taking the focus back to the squared circle, Tsonda wrenches the right arm of Elliott around, tweaking the bicep, before delivering a kick and spinning back around to sweep out the legs. Elliott is getting outwrestled and needs to salvage opportunity or get a tag into one of his four eager partners. Tsonda lands a spider kick on the chest and digs the heel of his shoe into the chin of The Bad Dog. It's not an illegal move, but a few drops of blood are now on The Bad Dog's chest.

Nick: Our first competitor of the match has just been busted open.

Richard: Tsonda might have made a foolish mistake there.

That reasoning appears sound, Elliott rising from the mats with an unmatched intensity in his eyes. He doesn't mind blood, but if he sees his on, he knows the fight must be taken to a new level. While Tsonda hits the ropes from behind, Elliott spins around and crushes him against the ropes, blocking the anticipated bulldog. Tsonda quickly has two large pythons around his body and he's put on his back in a belly to belly side suplex.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Tsonda might need to get The Supreme Machine or K-Wolf and Olsig, because I suspect Elliott is going to go on a tear right about now.

The crude style of Wade Elliott doesn't allow for a lot of grandiose and slick maneuvers, but anything The Bad Dog does is inarguably effective. A simple boot to the back scrunches Tsonda's face. A direct elbow on the spine sends him rolling toward his corner with a sense of desperation. A headbutt stops his momentum and a macabre version of the Camel Clutch has him reaching for the ropes.

Richard: Elliott has been around long enough to know that back of Tsonda's is like a bullseye. Anybody going after it will surely be able to sustain an advantage.

Nick: Tsonda didn't become the longest reigning Universal Champion without heart, Richard, and he's shown it almost every time someone has targeted his back.

Richard: He hasn't had many 260 pound men with Elliott's strength on him for an extended period of time.

Elliott doesn't place the arms on his knees, instead wrenching back like someone trying to yank something from the ground. All of the weight is on Tsonda's lower back and his neck might become a concern after Elliott is through with the submission. Bernie Roberts crouches down and inquires about Tsonda's state. Does he want to give up? The Model Citizen replies with a "No", but he's not anywhere near the ropes or his partners.

TSONDA! TSONDA! TSONDA! TSONDA! TSONDA! TSONDA! TSONDA!

Elliott pulls harder, putting Tsonda in a more precarious predicament than before. Something could snap, but its unlikely Elliott would release his grip. He wants to face Tsonda at Colossus and ruin his career. It would be a huge feather in the cap to put it mildly. The Model Citizen claws at Elliott's callous fingers, but The Bad Dog isn't budging an inch.

Nick: Tsonda is in a world of trouble. Elliott is not going to relinquish the grip and if this keeps up for any longer, Old School PRIME is going to be down a very critical piece early in this contest.

Richard: Is there anyway that Jason Snow and Tyler Nelson can win this match together?

Nick: For the fifteenth time, no.

Richard: Humbug.

Elliott puts the maximum amount of torque on the hold. Tsonda looks like a human pretzel and not many people in the world are supposed to bend at such an angle. However, Tsonda refuses to submit and Elliott refuses to stand down.

Luckily for Tsonda, he's got an aid coming into the ring in one Killean Sirrajin. A boot finds Elliott's nose and sends him tumbling backwards.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: Cheater! CHEATER!

Nick: He was saving a teammate and the situation obviously wasn't going any further.

Richard: Look at you, after 200 shows, condoning an illegal move by the good guys.

The Supreme Machine and Model Citizen might not see eye to eye on much, but Killean wants to come out on top and knows Tsonda can play a vital role in getting him a W on the historic card. Elliott, meanwhile, goes back to work on Tsonda, clubbing him across the lumbar region, sending Tsonda down to the canvas. He spits on Tsonda's cheek and brings him back to a vertical base, whipping him across the ring and landing a big boot on the chest. Tsonda somehow stays on his feet, staggering back into the ropes.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Only to bounce right back into the Southern Hospitality. Wade covers, putting a forearm against Tsonda's nose.

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-

Tsonda sneaks out the side door with just enough room to spare. Elliott appears indifferent, taking Tsonda back to a standing position and firing him off the ropes again. When Tsonda gets inches away, Elliott bends down and lifts The Viet Viper over his shoulders, clutching the ankles.

Nick: The Rebel Yell on the way! Tsonda fighting it!

Richard: PUT HIM DOWN!

Tsonda manages to grab hold of the ropes and has enough control to where Elliott's raw power can't pry him away. The Blue Collar Brawler elects to fling Tsonda back and waits for the thud and scream.

Instead, what he finds is Tsonda springboarding off the ropes with a massive elbow strike. The Southern Sparkplug backpedals into the corner. Tsonda dashes over in a flash and hops up on the second rope, wrapping his arm around Elliott's neck. Receiving a little assist from his teammates, Tsonda gets some wicked hang time before dropping Elliott in the Runaway Vault. Elliott ends up biting his own tongue and lets out a minor grunt. Tsonda springs to his feet, bounces off the ropes and launches himself at the shoulders of Elliott, wrapping his legs around the head and throwing both of them over the top rope in a hurricanrana.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Tsonda going to the well and it paid off right there. He's got Elliott stunned.

Richard: Beginners luck.

Tsonda scrambles to his feet and catches Elliott with a kick to the solarplexus. Elliott fires back with a right hand, backing Tsonda against the barricade. The Model Citizen lights Elliott's leg up with a roundhouse kick and forearms him in the temple. Elliott slings Tsonda around, pulling him into the middle of the aisle and nails a headbutt. Tsonda backpedals, leaving Elliott to land another shot.

Nick: They are heading up the aisle and I don't know if they realize Bernie Roberts is making a count here.

Richard: I really don't think they care.

The Viet Viper, not afraid to play dirty when the situation calls for it, extends his foot and scores three points for a field goal, dropping Elliott onto his knees. He mounts Elliott and lands one forearm after the other without any kind of impediment. He can't hear Sirrajin screaming at him to get back in the ring over the riotous crowd.

TSONDA! TSONDA! TSONDA! TSONDA! TSONDA! TSONDA! TSONDA!

Nor can he hear the referee's count at 8.

Elliott bucks Tsonda off and scurries to his feet, taking another football style kick from Tsonda to his chest. Elliott delivers a stinging body shot to the ribs, spins Tsonda around, and drives a knee into the back. The loud moan of pain from Tsonda is only furthered when Elliott connects on his second knee. Tsonda fires a back elbow out of desperation, turns around, and clocks Elliott with a shot, sending them both through the curtain.

DING! DING! DING!

Vince Howard: Ladies and Gentlemen, both Wade Elliott and Chandler Tsonda have been counted out, and therefore are eliminated from the contest!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: The Garden doesn't like the sound of that.

Richard: Now we're down to 4 on 4. Two new people have to step into the ring.

Jason Natas isn't paying attention to the match, yelling across the ring at Rick James, threatening to "snap his fuckin' neck", which only draws the ire of The Eternal Flame, Jay Phoenix. He is trying to get at The Anti-Superstar, but Kaiser Vashaun has to play peacemaker and keep them apart. Both he and The Original Villain have made a pact that they want to win the match, and will work together for the sake of winning. Speaking of Snow, since he is the only free body around, he steps into the ring and waits on someone from the other side.

He gets a former Universal Champion, and maybe the most lethal striker to ever step into a PRIME ring.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Oh my, Karina Wolfenden and Jason Snow in the same ring.

Richard: I can barely hear myself in this damn place.

Nick: This is a dream match right here and its only 1/4th of the remaining competitors.

Richard: WHAT?

Nick: The best striker in PRIME's history taking on one of the best wrestlers in the game, maybe ever.

The Original Villain appears offended at the presence of K-Wolf, while she prepares for a fight. She hasn't been seen since UltraViolence 2007 when Sun Tzu trapper her into a Loser Leaves PRIME match, and the itch to battle in the place she once called home is evident.

Snow, on the other hand, doesn't hold the same fervor as the crowd and mentions something about Wolfenden making him a sandwich.

She hears the unflattering comments and springs into action, charging ahead at Snow and throwing her leg forward. The velocity can be heard as the kick barely misses the confused Jason Snow. All he wanted was a sandwich.

Nick: This is going to be an interesting moment for Jason Snow. He holds the policy of never hitting a woman, and K-Wolf is all but ready to tear his head off.

Richard: Snow should break the policy because someone who has done that much dying of their hair deserves to get home schooled because she's been a naughty little minx.

Nick: ...Way to express yourself there, buddy.

Richard: Uh...I mean deserves to get their...The hell with it, I'm not hiding behind a facade. I would hit that so hard whoever could pull me out would be declared the King of England.

Nick: Our latest jokes brought to you by textsfromlastnight.

If Snow wishes to get out of the predicament, he needs to get back to his corner. The only way to do that is to go through The Eternal Sunset. Snow steps to his right and K-Wolf blocks the path. He steps to the left and finds the same thing. Grunting, he fakes right and goes left, barely avoiding a highlight reel spinning back fist.

Nick: The only reason Snow should break his policy is because Wolfenden has been in there with the best of them. I don't think Snow is going to knock her down with one punch.

Richard: If they lock eyes for five seconds, he could do some real damage.

Snow sighs and looks over to his left again. K-Wolf stands there, motioning for him to come and get it.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Wow, he's going that far to prove himself.

The Original Villain sneaks out underneath the bottom rope and goes over toward his corner, pointing up at Vashaun and indicating that he will tag out once he gets there.

Unfortunately, The Eternal Sunset doesn't see things in such black and white. With her lightning fast speed, she bounces off the ropes and darts forward, leaping through the ropes and colliding with The Original Villain, connecting on THE NEGASONIC LUPINE WARHEAD~!

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The former Universal Champion takes the current Champion and slings him underneath the bottom rope, sliding in a quick second later. Snow rises to his knees and almost loses his pre match meal on the canvas with a rifle kick to his abdomen. Another roundhouse finds his back and drops him to all fours. One thing most wrestlers know when fighting a striker is to never leave themselves exposed in any essential area.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Especially when someone like K-Wolf isn't afraid to land a punt that sends Snow flipping onto his back.

Nick: She certainly hasn't lost a step.

Richard: Snow might have. Yeesh almighty, that was deadly.

Wolfenden brings Snow to his feet and locks her arms behind his neck in a Muay Thai clinch. One knee lands on the jaw of The Original Villain, backpedaling him into the corner. Wolfenden has an expert grip, and despite Snow's desperation to escape, he eats another knee that turns him spaghetti legged. Wolfenden is able to get a third strike off and liberates Snow from the grip, not to mention his senses, putting him through the ropes and onto the floor.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: The current Universal Champion is becoming an example of why you don't tell K-Wolf to make you a sandwich.

The GTT6 winner doesn't have much room for bargaining if he stays in the ring. If he stays down, he's more than likely to get kamikazied again. Luckily, he has someone willing to help in Kaiser Vashaun, who drags The Original Villain over to the corner, using himself as a human shield in case K-Wolf wants to go airborne again. Jason Natas, willing to take his crack at the former Universal Champion, reaches down and smacks Snow on the shoulder, stepping through the ropes and getting in K-Wolf's grill, shoving her back into the ropes.

Nick: The powerhouse of New School PRIME and he doesn't have the same morals as Jason Snow.

Richard: He doesn't have any morals and that's why he's one of my heroes.

K-Wolf doesn't take kindly to being pushed and responds with a devastating palm strike, putting Natas on his heels. When she comes in for another move, Natas shows his brawling prowess by landing a stiff right hand. K-Wolf reels off a kick to the thigh in retaliation. If Natas felt any pain (he probably did), he's not showing the emotion. Natas comes out with another colossal punch and the two are set to stand and trade in the middle of the ring. K-Wolf retaliates with a fist of her own. Natas swings back. K-Wolf with a rifle kick to the chest. Natas catches the legs and slings her into the ropes, trying to get her other leg off the ground and slam her into the canvas. He throws a punch that lands hard on the chin. K-Wolf shows BJ Penn a thing or two about standing on one leg, keeping her freakish balance through the whole process.

Nick: K-Wolf looks ready to wind up.

She sends a fist into his jaw and is able to land a knee to the head, letting Natas free up her other leg. Natas clobbers her with a forearm and backs her into the corner, putting both hands against her throat and pushing her upper body over the ropes. Bernie Roberts has to get in and break the hold. K-Wolf lands a few foot stomps but Natas doesn't appear willing to succumb, regardless of how much pain he is in. Roberts has to pull Natas off, which only draws a nasty shove and a "Who da fuck do ye think ye are, boyo?"

Nick: Natas doesn't want to get himself disqualified.

Richard: I'm sure Phoenix would love for him to go. Hell, he might even go with him if it means getting him alone in a room. Be a dumb mistake, but he'd probably do it.

When The Anti-Superstar turns around, he receives a superwoman punch from K-Wolf, leaving him to fall backwards and almost go end over end into Jay Phoenix, who is barking at Natas and tries to land a shot of his own. Wolfenden knows that the seething Natas will come after her, full speed with no hesitation, and she readies herself for it. Once Natas' feet stomp the mat, she springs into action, leaping onto the second rope and flipping back, landing a moonsault kick that rocks Natas. K-Wolf sprints ahead and lands a crescent kick to the forehead, launching Natas over the ropes and onto the floor.

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Nick: K-Wolf looks tremendous in the ring, although we have yet to see much of Sirrajin and none of Phoenix, Vashaun, Olsig or Nelson.

With his adversary on the outside, Jay Phoenix flies, diving off the ring apron and connecting with a cross body block on the Anti-Superstar. He drives piston like right hands into the skull of Natas, rocking the Anti-Superstar and sending the crowd into a bigger frenzy. Rick James claps at ringside and encourages Jay to hit him harder and harder. The Eternal Flame cordially replies.

Richard: How does New PRIME expect to work when they can't even function as a team?

Nick: Snow and Vashaun made a truce, but I don't know if they can keep Phoenix and Natas apart for the sake of victory.

Phoenix yanks Natas up, punches him once in the mouth, and sends him into the barricade. The Eternal Flame drops into a three point stance and charges, ready to splash all of his weight onto Phoenix...

Only for Kaiser Vashaun to again step in between. He pulls Phoenix back toward Rick James and away from Natas. The Anti-Superstar shakes the cobwebs loose and laughs, pointing over to Rick and giving the cut throat sign. He stomps back up the stairs and into the ring, prepared for round 2 with K-Wolf.

Nick: Vashaun is doing this for the better of the team. The last thing he needs is for Phoenix and Natas to take each other out of the match like Tsonda and Elliott did. That equally hurt both teams, but it would be exclusive to New School PRIME.

Richard: Nelson could realistically win this match without having to lift a finger, I'm sure he wouldn't mind.

Natas gets into the ring and bolts for K-Wolf, who is all too happy to throw another kick that welts his ribs.

Unfortunately, Natas had a little plan and catches the leg, lifting K-Wolf over his head and slamming her into the mat with a Death Valley Driver. Natas, bruises starting to form from all the brutal shots of The Eternal Sunset, reaches down and sinks his hands into her hair, pulling her from the mat. He connects on a big time headbutt. Irish whip by Natas, who successfully elbows the chin, spins around behind K-Wolf, locks his arms around the waist and throws her across the ring in a release German suplex.

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Nick: Natas took some time and figured K-Wolf out, let's see if he has the ability to capitalize on the advantage.

Lumbering over toward the stunned 2005 Dual Halo winner, Natas forces a home run right hand in that would make Dan Henderson jealous. Wolfenden feels the effects and subsequent elbow and forearm blasts. The Anti-Superstar gets to his feet, spits in the face of Sirrajin, and launches K-Wolf into the ropes. While she might be on the defensive, K-Wolf is persistent and throws herself into Natas, attempting the same cross body Phoenix successfully landed a second ago. She doesn't get the same result, Natas catching her and throwing her back in a Fall Away slam. Cover.

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Wolfenden powers out. Natas gets to his feet and stomps her in the midsection, grabs a wrist and brings her over to the corner. Vashaun extends his hand and steps through the ropes. Natas gets onto the apron and drops to the floor, stalking over to Rick James. Phoenix dives from the apron and charges after Natas. The Anti-Superstar turns around and the two engage in fisticuffs one more time, with no Next in Line to stop them.

Nick: Well, we figured this would happen and now it has!

Meanwhile, in the ring, the 5 Star Champion goes to work on Wolfenden, picking her from the canvas, locking her head into his arm, and bringing her down in a snap suplex. Vashaun smoothly transitions around, putting an elbow to the top of the head and grabbing K-Wolf underneath the arms. He locks his hands around the waist, intending to focus on her neck with another German suplex. K-Wolf swings an elbow, forcing Vashaun to duck, catch her around the front, and go overhead with a Northern light suplex. Another cover.

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K-Wolf expends more energy and gets out before the elimination. Sirrajin and Olsig are calling for tags, seeing as how they are extremely fresh.

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Vashaun has come to expect the crowd to roar for him, but considering who he is in there against, it is doubtful he will get cheered. The Next in Line methodically brings Wolfenden up, knocks her loopy with a right hand and sends her into the ropes. K-Wolf tries to reverse the whip, but has no success, running into Vashaun's overhead belly to belly suplex.

Nick: Vashaun is using that power and strength to his advantage, displaying an excellent array of suplexes to keep K-Wolf on the defensive.

Richard: But he finds himself in a strange predicament. His two partners are still fighting on the floor and his third doesn't hit women. Vashaun will have to eliminate K-Wolf himself.

Nick: You have a fair point there, Richard. The best thing might be for him to tag out so Snow will give him some help, and maybe by that point Phoenix and Natas will stop going after each other.

Phoenix slams Natas back first into the ring steps, eliciting a massive roar from The Garden. He stomps harder and harder into the helpless Anti-Superstar.

Richard: Good luck with that one.

Vashaun sees K-Wolf down and looks over at Snow and down at the floor. He's come to the same realization Nick and Richard just did, and backs away, allowing K-Wolf to reach up and get a breath of fresh air by tagging in the Prince of Delusion, Vangelus Olsig.

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Nick: This will be another interesting clash. Vashaun held the Intense Championship for exactly 200 days. The only man to hold it longer was Olsig, almost doubling the reign of Vashaun with 361 days.

Richard: He can show Vashaun a thing or two about how to be a true Champion.

Nick: I don't think Vashaun needs lectures on that subject matter.

Olsig steps through the ropes and measures Vashaun, eying the bigger man up and down, looking for a weak spot he can attack. Vashaun, realizing that he's in there against a high flyer, stalks Olsig, making him circle away until he's given no choice but to go for a collar and elbow tie up. Olsig has a nice 223 pounds on his frame, but he doesn't have enough to muscle Vashaun around and easily gets dispersed in the corner. Bernie Roberts steps back in and calls for a break from the two. Vashaun obliges, but Olsig shows his quickness by reaching over and thumbing Vashaun in the eye.

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Nick: Dirty tactics there from Olsig.

Richard: Like he cares. None of these people care about him and he wants to demolish their heroes.

Olsig uses the available space to show off his speed, hitting the ropes and flipping Vashaun in a Japanese armdrag. The Next in Line is clutching his eye, giving Olsig enough time to charge in, feet already off the ground and catch Vashaun in a jumping jawbreaker. The 5 Star Champ snaps into the ropes and falls forward, prey to the monkey flip of Olsig. The Prince of Delusion kips to a standing position and stalks Vashaun, kicking him in the back and dragging him by the shoulders. A crafty European uppercut finds the chin. Vashaun is heart. Olsig knows it and gives Vashaun his own medicine with an overhead belly to belly suplex. The whiplash causes Vashaun to smack off the canvas and rise to a seated position. Olsig rushes in, leaps over, and snaps the neck of forward. With the crowd booing vehemently, Olsig transitions seamlessly into an Asai reverse DDT. Cover.

Nick: Olsig showing flawless wrestling. Can he get the cover?

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Kickout from The Next in Line. Olsig lets out a sigh, wanting to extract revenge against the fans of PRIME and gain some momentum for his team. Infamous takes Vashaun by the arm and moves him back into the corner, reaching back for Killean Sirrajin.

Nick: The Old School PRIME team is starting to open up here and work together. You have to think about it this way: Olsig, Sirrajin and Wolfenden are all in the Hall of Fame. They aren't strangers to talent. If they can isolate and eliminate Vashaun with all the chemistry issues on the other side of the ring, Snow could very well have to face all three of them on his own, not to mention Tyler Nelson can wrestle.

Richard: At least you give him some acknowledgement. Geez, the man was our boss for 199 and you are ignoring him like he took the baseball cards out of your bike.

Sirrajin lands a nasty elbow to Vashaun, backing him into the ropes. The PRIME Choice runs Vashaun into the cables, waits for him to return, and spins him inside out with a tilt a whirl backbreaker. Vashaun clutches at his back while Sirrajin looks for an elimination.

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Vashaun powers out again. Snow shouts instructions from across the ring, encouraging Vashaun to tag. The Supreme Machine gets a hold of Vashaun and keeps him in the corner, driving an elbow into the head and hoisting the 5 Star Champ onto the turnbuckle. Sirrajin winds his hand up and appears ready to deck Tyler Nelson, leaving the CEO frozen stiff. Inches before he lands the shot, the canned ham for a fist stops. Sirrajin cracks a smile and focuses on Vashaun again, bending his upper body down and pulling him backwards in a Muscle Buster suplex.

Nick: Devastating move right there, Vashaun was able to keep K-Wolf down, but he hasn't contained either Olsig or Sirrajin. Phoenix has yet to see action and Natas only had a brief confrontation with Wolfenden.

Richard: Yet, they have seen action and are still going at it on the floor.

Natas unleashes lethal right hands onto a bloody Phoenix, who is backed up against the barricade. Rick James tries to get rid of Natas, but the Anti-Superstar is rolling and is able to thwart any attempts to separate him from The Eternal Flame.

Nick: Snow isn't offering to play peacekeeper either, probably believes his talent can get through the Old School PRIME team.

Sirrajin pulls Vashaun into the corner and makes a tag to Karina Wolfenden, who springboards onto the top rope and double stomps the chest of Vashaun. She doesn't attempt any cover, instead bringing Vashaun to his feet and backing him into the corner. Even though she doesn't need the help, Olsig is all too happy to keep Vashaun in place with his arms. The Eternal Sunset dashes ahead, leaps into the air and lands two knees into the midsection.

Nick: A pair of knees and a signature of K-Wolf's comes next.

She keeps Vashaun pressed against the corner, digs her knees into his shoulders and lands an inverted lungblower. Vashaun feels the agony and tries to roll away, but K-Wolf drapes herself over for a cover.

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Vashaun thrusts his shoulder out and keeps himself alive.

Wolfenden doesn't mind pouring on some more punishment, but instead sticks her hand out for Sirrajin. The PRIME Cut gets back into the ring, taking Vashaun by the right arm, twisting the limb around, and connects with a short arm clothesline. The Next in Line topples like a heap of bricks, but Sirrajin isn't about to let up. He can feel Vashaun on the verge of elimination and wants to personally make it happen.

Nick: We haven't had a pinfall elimination yet or an elimination yet in a long time. Snow could have to start breaking up covers if he wants to get a tag.

The Supreme Machine clasps hands with Vashaun, pulling him off the canvas and shoving his head in between the legs. Sirrajin locks the waist and pushes up, bringing Vashaun to his shoulders and then down with a powerbomb. Another cover.

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Richard: Apparently, Jason Snow has really good hearing or he had an inkling Vashaun wasn't getting up from that.

Snow puts himself back on the apron and ignores the barking of Bernie Roberts threatening to disqualify him. Vashaun didn't expend any energy, which leaves a little more in the tank, but not much. Sirrajin signals to the crowd that he's looking to put New School PRIME down 4 to 3 with his next move.

Nick: Sirrajin could be going for the Supreme Justice and not many people at this stage of a match are going to kick out.

Vashaun can barely stand when Sirrajin leaves him alone to look back at Tyler Nelson and extending his arm for a tag. Nelson looks at the hand wearily for a few seconds before extending his own. Sirrajin quickly moves his hand up and almost paintbrushes Nelson, who dives onto the floor. Sirrajin chuckles, turns around, and drives two consecutive elbows into Vashaun's temple. The Next in Line miraculously gets to the ropes after being whipped. Sirrajin goes for broke, charging ahead and looking for Supreme Justice.

Nick: SUPREME JUSTI-

Richard: Vashaun ducks it!

Sirrajin bounces off the ropes, but Vangelus Olsig saves The Supreme Machine by making a tag. It doesn't stop The Next in Line, who is oblivious to this, as he lifts Sirrajin in a reverse Death Valley Driver, planting him into the canvas. Olsig springboards onto the top rope and comes down, somersaulting in the air.

The only thing he finds is Kaiser Vashaun's extended foot smacking him under the chin, knocking him back into his corner out cold.

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Nick: GOOD GOD WHAT A KICK!

Richard: I think I just marked out for a babyface. I need counseling.

Nick: That is a game changer if there ever was one.

Richard: That one even made the Natas/James/Phoenix fight stop for a moment.

Nick: Vashaun just gave himself a giant lease and he damn sure has gotta get out here. If Olsig is smart-

Richard: He just lost 50 IQ points.

Nick: Well if he just reaches up, the smart thing is to tag Wolfenden back in to counteract Snow. Phoenix and Natas aren't going to provide a lick of help and Snow has already shown he won't strike her.

Richard: Sirrajin is still counting stars after the Burning Hammer he received from Vashaun.

The Next in Line realizes he has an opportunity when nobody pulls him by the shoulders or stomps him back down. His head is still throbbing with pain, but the senses are starting to come back. He looks over in the corner at a lifeless Prince of Delusion and across the ring at Jason Snow, halfway in the ring, begging for a tag. Vashaun pushes off his forearms, chugging along. Sirrajin starts to move on the floor and Wolfenden is trying to direct Olsig up and in her direction.

Nick: Vashaun is closing the distance, but all Olsig has to do is practically roll back and he's got the security blanket right there.

The Next in Line pushes off his knees and moves a few more crucial feet toward Jason Snow. They are two arm lengths away, with Snow pushing even further over the ropes. Olsig's eyes open and his hands move up, massaging his temple and trying to establish where he's at and what just happened.

Nick: Vashaun is right there. All he has to do is stick the arm out.

Olsig rolls over onto the right side and Vashaun lunges for Snow, who smacks the hand and barrels into the ring like hot fire.

Richard: Watch out, here comes G-reatness, bitches.

The longest reigning Intense Champion jolts back into the fray at exactly the wrong time, the recipient of a Jason Snow flying forearm. Olsig drops to the canvas in a heartbeat and Snow is right there to pick him back up. An elbow slices Olsig, putting him on his toes. The Original Villain throws him out to the opposite side, charges ahead, locks his left leg in front of Olsig's right, snakes his arm around the neck and drives backwards in a running STO. Sirrajin hops onto the apron and receives a dropkick in his abdomen, driving him backwards onto the ringside mats.

Nick: When Jason Snow gains momentum, it doesn't matter who you are, he's likely to come out on top.

Olsig staggers up to a vertical base and encounters The Original Villain rushing in with a step up enziguri. The Prince of Delusion collapses. Snow doesn't waste any time, grabbing the wrist of Olsig and putting it behind his back, bringing him from the canvas and sending him down hard with a belly to belly side suplex. Olsig masks the pain as best he can, but the maneuver definitely did some damage to his wrist.

Nick: Olsig desperately needs some way out of here, or Snow is going to maul him.

The Original Villain chastises Madison Square Garden. Even though they aren't fans of Infamous, nobody is giving Snow a round of applause for his showcase. He's legitimately offended. On the biggest stage in PRIME's history and people are giving one of the greatest champions ever verbal tongue lashings rather than praise. Snow rolls his eyes and goes back to Olsig, bouncing off the ropes and catching him with a knee to the head, clasping the neck and segueing into a neckbreaker. Snow doesn't go for the cover, instead opting to further insult the fans by placing both hands across Olsig's neck and choking the Hall of Famer.

Richard: These morons should be praising such a wrestling exhibition, but instead they scoff.

Nick: Jason Snow might win Employee of the Month by being the top dog, but he'll never be number one in the hearts of fans.

Richard: Yet he has perhaps more ability than anybody alive today.

Bernie Roberts interjects again, demanding the break. Snow refuses to grant the referee anything, remembering earlier when he got castigated for intervening in a pinfall. Bernie has to show leniency, considering the uproar he would receive for eliminating Snow on a choke hold, and gives Snow a second chance to break. After ten full seconds, Snow rises and looks down at Olsig in a condescending manner, dusting his hands off.

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Nick: These matches have to be conflicting for fans. A lot of these people they want to cheer, but at the same time there are the villains-

Richard: And then there are the original villains who paved the way for punks like Olsig.

Nick: I'll correct that sentence when I get about ten minutes.

Snow reaches down and pulls Olsig to his feet slowly, degradingly. He knees the Prince of Delusion and fires him into the buckle. The thud resonates and Snow charges, leaping into the air and landing a big splash. Olsig walks out of the corner like a zombie. Snow doesn't give him the chance to fall, gripping the head and planting him with a massive bulldog.

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Nick: That could have done significant damage to Olsig's neck. He didn't land face first, but instead on his neck.

Richard: Jason Snow does everything the right way.

Nick: You are just a shill and nothing more.

Richard: Long as I get paid, I'll keep doing it.

Snow grabs Olsig, cranking the neck on the way up and stuffing both arms behind his back. Snow muscles Infamous up, turning him upside down and landing a double underhook neckbreaker, sticking his knee into the neck. Olsig makes an effort to roll away from Snow, but The Champ enjoying this far too much to allow that. Another pick up from Snow results in a boot to the midsection, stuffed head between the legs, and Olsig lifted upside down. Snow jumps into the air and drills him into the mat with a piledriver. The Original Villain finally relents and goes for the cover.

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Sirrajin puts himself back into the match, giving Snow payback from earlier and saving Olsig from elimination. Vashaun appears indifferent, shrugging his shoulders. He agreed to help Snow but feels The Original Villain had that one coming.

Nick: The Supreme Machine giving Olsig some new life. K-Wolf and him are rather fresh.

An update on the outside of the ring. Natas has managed to clobber both Rick James and Jay Phoenix against the barricade and makes his way back onto the apron after the long battle.

In the ring, Snow and Olsig pull themselves up, Snow getting there a few moments quicker and initiating with a double ax handle. He shoves Olsig into the ropes and jumps onto his shoulders, pushing back and looking for a reverse hurricanrana, but Olsig shows deceptive strength and keeps Snow up, leaving the Universal Champion in a heap of trouble. After walking around with Snow on his shoulders, Olsig drops back, snapping Snow's neck against the canvas. He turns around and goes for a cover.

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Nick: Almost! Snow barely with a kickout.

Richard: Yeah, but how many times have we said that about Snow in the past? Hell, everybody on the roster has almost pinned him, but only a few can say they actually have.

Nick: And one is standing on that apron right now, Mr. Sirrajin.

Richard: Pfft, that was all thanks to Elliott.

Olsig grabs Snow by the neck, backs him into a neutral corner, hoists him into the air and keeps him atop the shoulders, bolts out to center ring and slams him down in a brutal Liger Bomb. Another cover!

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Snow claps his legs together and escapes. The defensive mechanism doesn't do much to Olsig, but no elimination occurred, and Snow will take that given his talent level. The Prince of Delusion pulls against the ropes and scrambles into an offensive stance. He's been in this position many times, a seasoned veteran and knows when to pull the trigger. He makes Snow expend his own energy to get up before wrapping fatigued arms around the Champion's waist and pushing him up over the shoulders. Hardcore PRIME fans, and from the look on his face, Jason Snow, know what is coming next.

Nick: Olsig looking for the Sacrifice, holding Snow up, he's got him!

Snow squirms, using his legs and trying to shift enough pressure on Olsig's neck for him to break the hold. Infamous spreads the arms out and goes for the sit down powerbomb, releasing Snow and waiting for him to come down.

But he doesn't get his wish. Snow wraps his legs around and gets a clutch hurricanrana, putting Olsig against the ropes behind Jay Phoenix, who has yanked Natas down from the apron and is slugging it out with him again on the floor. Kaiser Vashaun dismisses it, having conceded in trying to keep them apart. Rick James gets in and both club away at Natas.

Nick: New School PRIME continues to disintegrate in the ring and outside of it.

Olsig scrambles up to his feet and charges at Snow, who drops down in the ring, pops back up, and forces Olsig to jump over him a second time.

When The Prince of Delusion hits the ropes, it happens to be at the same time as Jay Phoenix getting whipped into the apron by Natas. His head collides with Olsig's lower back, sending him out into the middle of the ring like a sitting duck.

Richard: KABOOM!

And into Snake Eyes. Snow covers.

Nick: Natas and Phoenix providing unintentional assists. Snow has Olsig down.

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Eliminated: Vangelus Olsig

Nick: With that, New School PRIME just took a 4 to 3 lead and we finally have a third elimination on the night.

Before Olsig can even regain his senses and remove himself from the ring, The Supreme Machine bulrushes Snow, spinning him inside out with a haymaker clothesline. It's not Supreme Justice quality, but Snow won't have great range of motion for a few hours. Sirrajin unleashes a flurry of stomps, relegating The Original Villain to a defensive position. He wants the chance to get his hands on Snow and beat him for the second time, only now he's looking to tie up the score at 3 a piece. Sirrajin pulls on Snow, who looks for an enziguri, but The PRIME Cut sweeps out his other leg and prevents the step. Killean takes a hold of both Snow's legs and catapults him into his corner, where Jay Phoenix has finally gotten on the apron and steps into the ring for his first taste of action.

Nick: Another first match in PRIME, Phoenix against Sirrajin.

Richard: I'm going to give an edge...reluctantly...to Killean here since he doesn't have a brute trying to slaughter his boyfriend.

Nick: Collectively they were able to put Natas down for a brief time, but he's got a hard head so Phoenix has to wonder how long he'll stay down.

Sirrajin and Phoenix revert back to the traditional circling around before locking up. Sirrajin holds a distinct power advantage, backing Phoenix into the corner. Phoenix pushes himself against the ropes and Killean gives him the clean break. The Eternal Flame comes back to center ring and gets into another lock up, but fakes Sirrajin out and stings him with a leg kick. Sirrajin shrugs the blow off and stalks Phoenix back into the corner, lunging for a strike, but Phoenix is able to move away and place a few rifle kicks into the abdomen. He grabs onto Sirrajin's arm and goes for a whip, but The PRIME Cut is having none of it, jerking him back, locking the waist and swinging him around for a belly to belly takedown.

Nick: Phoenix will have to use his multiple disciplines for an advantage here, although he's gotta be drained from brawling with Natas for an extended duration. Sirrajin is technically the fresher man when it comes to exchanging fisticuffs.

Phoenix scrambles to his feet, slipping away from Sirrajin and going for a dropkick, Sirrajin swats him away and forces him against the ropes. Phoenix gets a standing switch, jumps up and looks to get Sirrajin over in a victory roll, but The PRIME Choice forces him off, and locks the legs, pulling Phoenix up and cinching his arms together, falling back in a Full Nelson suplex. Cover.

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Phoenix throws his body weight back and gets out of the pinning predicament. Sirrajin rolls over and utilizes his advantage, booting Phoenix in the neck and bringing him back up. He makes a tag to Karina Wolfenden before shooting Phoenix into the ropes. K-Wolf jumps 180 degrees on the ropes, spins around another 180 degrees, clutches Phoenix by the head and goes 360 degrees more, landing The Dual Halo. Cover.

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Phoenix gets out in the knick of time again. Wolfenden takes Phoenix by the arm and brings him back, extending a hand out to Tyler Nelson, who accepts the invitation.

Nick: Well I'll be damned, Nelson is going to be in action here.

Richard: Alright, show these people some class, baby.

Nelson doesn't have much work cut out for him with Phoenix clawing at the ropes for assistance. Nelson takes his free arm, spins it around and jerks it down. Phoenix drops to the mat while Nelson transitions to a hammerlock, slips his arm around the neck and drives Phoenix back in a Russian leg sweep. Nelson looks for an elimination.

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Phoenix with another kickout. Nelson gets up to his feet, only being in the match for about thirty seconds, and stomps Phoenix in the right leg. He moves around, this time putting his boot into the gut. He works up the right side, crushing the right bicep and then the forehead. Phoenix receives another stomp on the forehead, left bicep, abdomen, and left leg. When Nelson goes to gloat, The Eternal Flame snatches his leg. Immediately, Nelson goes red with fear. He knows Phoenix has excellent submissions and clutches to the rope like a child to his mother. Bernie Roberts calls for the break and Phoenix obliges...

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...Only to get a rather stiff clothesline from The King of Greed. He stands up, pretty proud of his accomplishment.

Nick: Yeah, I wonder what would have happened if the rope wasn't there. He would have been crying uncle so fast.

Richard: If the ropes weren't there, everybody would get involved and this would be an all out donnybrook.

Nelson bounces off the ropes and places an elbow into Phoenix's sternum. The Greediest Player in the Game rushes the opposite side, slows his momentum, hops up, and delivers a rolling knee drop, tagging out to Wolfenden.

Nick: I doubt we're going to see much more of him tonight.

Richard: He damaged Phoenix and that is the objective of the match. He'll still be on the winning side.

Phoenix is taken from the mat by Wolfenden, who punts him in the gut, locks him in a Thai clinch and goes to work with knees. Phoenix does his best to cover up but eats two nasty shots to the nose. A cut instantly forms, possibly breaking Phoenix's nose. Natas, who has made his way back up to the apron, encourages K-Wolf on, which receives a scowl from Vashaun.

Nick: Somehow all of New School PRIME has gotten themselves on the apron. Let's see if any of them can keep some form of cohesion.

Richard: Wolfenden is the wild card here, she doesn't have an opponent at Colossus remaining and really doesn't care who comes after her.

Nick: ...You read that off my script you bastard.

Richard: I get paid by the word.

The Eternal Sunset drives a third knee, putting Phoenix onto his back. She moves around shows off her standing aerial ability, landing a 450 splash. Cover.

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Phoenix with yet another kickout. Wolfenden rolls back and tags Sirrajin in. The Supreme Machine takes Phoenix from the canvas, locks his right arm behind the back, tucks the left arm in and pulls up, slinging him onto the right shoulder and drives him down with a pumphandle slam. The two Hall of Famers and Nelson have done a great job of keeping Phoenix in their corner, away from his eager teammates. Although, Natas probably isn't eager to get into the match as much as he's waiting for Phoenix to get out so he can beat on him some more.

Nick: Phoenix getting dominated here.

Richard: The punishment of Jason Natas can do that to someone.

Sirrajin drags Phoenix by the hair and shifts him to the right side, locking the waist and slinging him around for a gutwrench. Phoenix should get powerbombed, but he's hanging on for dear life, refusing to fall down with Sirrajin and looking for a hurricanrana, or anything. Sirrajin re-enforces his power, throwing Phoenix behind him and letting his face collide with the turnbuckle. The Supreme Machine shoots off the ropes, charging ahead, and obliterates The Eternal Flame with a Supreme Justice!

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Nick: SUPREME JUSTICE! KILLEAN NAILED IT! PHOENIX IS DONE! COVER!

Jason Natas: I gotta do everything my damn self, don't I?

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No, Jay Phoenix didn't defy physics and kick out of Killean's finisher. He got pulled out of the ring by Natas, who is currently taking Phoenix over his shoulder and stuffing him in the corner, tagging out.

Jason Natas: Gotta show ya how this shit is done, boyo.

Killean is baffled to say the least. He thought that elimination was his for the taking, but Natas literally saved his rival from the medical room. Natas throws Phoenix through the ropes and motions for The Supreme Machine to get him some.

Nick: That might be one of the strangest multiple person tag match moves I've ever seen, considering the building history between these two. Natas literally dragging Phoenix out of the ring and over to the corner. I don't think he knows how much he did for his team with that.

Sirrajin and Natas, the two powerhouses remaining in the match, come into the center of the ring like two trains, and start wailing on each other. Sirrajin lands a right. Natas retaliates. Sirrajin with a left. Another counter from Natas. Sirrajin. Natas. Sirrajin. Natas. Sirrajin. Natas. Sirrajin. Natas. Sirrajin. Natas. Sirrajin. Natas. Sirrajin. Natas. Natas. Natas. Sirrajin gets shot into the ropes, Natas comes barreling forward and pushes his frame forward. Sirrajin doesn't budge.

Nick: Uh oh. I don't think Natas wanted that!

Sirrajin grabs Natas around the throat with both hands and slams him into the neutral corner. The Supreme Machine peppers Natas with body shots and sends him into the opposite corner, a clothesline and bulldog combination putting Natas into the canvas. Cover.

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Natas with a kickout. Sirrajin presses up, bringing Natas along for the ride. He takes Natas by the neck and drops backwards, landing a Randy Orton style neckbreaker/backbreaker combination. Natas, eyes rolled back in his head, slumps forward and gets the tag from Jay Phoenix, although its more of a pull out of the ring.

Nick: And now Phoenix saves Natas after a big time maneuver.

The Eternal Flame jumps onto the top rope and waits for Sirrajin to turn around, soaring through the air and driving him into the mat with a cross body. Sirrajin prevents any cover by shoving Phoenix off immediately. Phoenix has fire in his eyes and motivation in his heart. He doesn't let Sirrajin get up, rocking his world with a head kick and several clubs across the back. A boot finds his ribs and an elbow sends him down to the mat. Phoenix leaps onto The Supreme Machine's back and drives several vicious elbows into the neck, putting Sirrajin in a predicament.

Nick: Phoenix has got some pep in his step and it's not good for Killean! He's getting hammered.

Phoenix finally allows Sirrajin up, but throws him back into the ropes and lights him up with staggering open hand and knife hand chops.

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Phoenix fires Sirrajin into the ropes and comes flying in with a Triple H high knee. Sirrajin doesn't go down, leaving Phoenix to come back off and land a lariat that would make Stan Hansen smile. Sirrajin bounces off the ropes, taking the punishment like a pro and begging for more. Phoenix doesn't have any trouble giving him what he desires, throwing a stern body kick and tearing him up with several shots to the jaw.

Sirrajin still doesn't go down.

Phoenix puts a Lights Out into the side of Sirrajin's head, staggering him back into the ropes. The Eternal Flame runs off the ropes and leaps into the air, landing a Stinger Splash. Sirrajin comes out of the corner like a house of fire, beating his chest and roaring, sending MSG into a frenzy.

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Nick: Sirrajin won't die! This crowd is behind him 100 percent.

Jay Phoenix is a bit taken aback, a giant is standing in front of him and he's unloaded a decent amount of his arsenal. He winds up a right hand, but it does nothing. He tries a kick to the chest but Sirrajin takes it in stride and grasps Phoenix. Sirrajin looks for the pick up, but Phoenix slides away and lands a wheel kick. Sirrajin's adrenaline keeps him going, even after Phoenix lands another devastating head kick.

Sirrajin slumps to a knee but picks up the slack in an instant, charging forward again. Phoenix jumps into the air and takes out the legs, slamming Sirrajin into the mat with a DDT. Continuing to shock and awe everybody in the building, Sirrajin pounds his fist into the canvas and looks around for Phoenix.

KILLEAN! KILLEAN! KILLEAN! KILLEAN! KILLEAN! KILLEAN! KILLEAN! KILLEAN!

Nick: How much more punishment can he take?! My lord!

Richard: I might be scared for Tyler Nelson now.

Nick: I don't know anybody who isn't. Sirrajin is taking EVERYTHING Phoenix can dish out and still standing.

The third head kick finally puts The PRIME Choice on his ass, but he's still fighting, still pressing on, and making a valiant effort to get up. Phoenix muscles himself off the ropes one time, twice, three times, and extends his legs, putting his shin behind the ear. Shining Wizard.. Killean finally falls onto his back. The Eternal Flame, heavy breathing and wiping the blood from his face, runs up the ropes and with his last amounts of energy, contorts his body to land a From the Ashes.

Nick: Phoenix landed his finisher. Will this be able to wrap up Killean here?

Richard: If he doesn't...

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Eliminated: Killean Sirrajin

Even though Old School PRIME is down 4 to 2, MSG feels compelled to stand up and applaud Killean's efforts.

Nick: Phoenix got fired up and then Killean managed to one up him. That was an awesome moment right there.

Richard: I'll give him props but now Karina Wolfenden and Tyler Nelson have a pretty big task ahead of them: Jason Natas, Jason Snow, Kaiser Vashaun and Jay Phoenix.

Nick: She's been defiant time and time again, but one has to wonder if even these odds are too much for her. Nelson is...well, I think he can help. He's not aggressive enough to take any of them out unless Wolfenden does most of the work or he gets lucky and catches one of them off guard.

Richard: If he sneaks in there right now, I imagine he could take Phoenix. He's been the focal point of the match lately and either given or taken a lot of punishment. Regardless, it's energy wasted.

Wolfenden steps between the ropes while Phoenix crawls over and gets pulled from the ring by Jason Natas. The thud resonates and riles up the crowd. Natas pulls Phoenix's lifeless hand up and smacks it, accepting the tag and hops into the squared circle.

Nick: We saw this contest a little earlier and Wolfenden got the better end.

Richard: I'm not giving her much chance. Natas has to be the fresher of the two.

Natas stalks forward, looking to back Karina up and counterbalance her range and stifling strikes. He paws out, looking for a punch and an attempt to gauge timing. The Eternal Sunset swings out her left leg, backing Natas up. He comes in again and moves a step back when her body moves. K-Wolf ducks away from a jab, fixated on The Anti-Superstar's loaded right hand. He wants to drop it and put her down for the instant victory. He knows Tyler Nelson can't handle 4 on 1 odds.

Nick: These two love to battle and love to fight. When they get going, it will be barn burning.

Wolfenden slides out of the corner and backs out into the vast space of open wrestling ring. Natas spins around and sticks out his jaw, daring the 2005 Dual Halo winner to take her best shot. Wolfenden is reluctant, she's not an amateur in the game and knows Natas is likely setting up a trap. He ties his arms back and shuts his eyes, further tempting K-Wolf to take a shot.

Richard: That is one hell of an offer.

Nick: I have to wonder how tight those eyes are shut. I bet he can still feel her in front of him not moving.

Natas keeps his position and finally a shot lands on the chin, knocking him back.

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But it's not Wolfenden. Jay Phoenix shoves past and lands a massive shot on Natas. Wolfenden steps into a neutral corner and out of the ring, while Bernie Roberts tries to establish control. Phoenix doesn't listen, indifferent as to whether or not he gets disqualified. He fires a spinning back fist, elbow and Muay Thai knee combination, putting Natas against the ropes. Swinging like Chuck Liddell in his PRIME, Phoenix peppers Natas with shots, further expanding the cuts on his face. Blood is starting to pour down about six or seven small spots on Natas and he's unable to get a great counter strike. The Anti-Superstars legs start to wobble. He looks for a low blow but Phoenix checks it and shoots Natas into the ropes. When Natas runs back, Phoenix lands a roundhouse head kick and uppercut. A superman punch and European uppercut put Natas on his ass in the corner. Phoenix leaps on top like a wild animal, elbowing Natas in the skull a good seven or eight times.

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Phoenix uses his second wind and pulls Natas up, kicking him in the midsection, bouncing off the ropes, and landing a spinning wheel kick that puts Natas halfway out of the ring. Phoenix takes the legs and launches Natas into the ropes. The Anti-Superstar has no idea where he is, but instincts come out and he goes for a clothesline. Phoenix ducks, leaping to the top and corkscrew moonsaulting through the air.

Nick: Thunderstorm by Phoenix!

Natas stumbles back, unable to control where he lands, and ends up throat first against the second rope. Phoenix keeps the seamless offense rolling, rushing at Phoenix, grabbing the top rope and swinging around, putting both feet into his face. Natas goes flying end over end all the way across the ring. Phoenix gets back into the ring and calls for Rick James to step into the ring. He does so willingly, winding up his right hand.

Nick: Oh yeah, this is payback right here!

Richard: He's not even in the match! How is Roberts allowing this shit?

The Eternal Flame picks up Natas and locks both arms behind his back, actually straining to keep Natas from moving even though he's almost knocked out. Rick James swings his hips around and puts a right hand behind Natas' ear. The Anti-Superstar folds over onto himself, legs stuck underneath the rest of his body.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Rick James with a knockout shot! Oh my God!

Richard: DISQUALIFY PHOENIX! JAMES ISN'T PART OF THE MATCH!

Phoenix bends down and smears some of Natas' blood onto his face, stepping through the ropes and leaving him for dead. She shrugs her shoulders and covers Natas.

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Richard: THIS IS BULLSHIT!

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Richard: COME ON KAISER, YOU WANNA BE A PEACEKEEPER, BAIL NATAS OUT!

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Eliminated: Jason Natas

Richard: You've seriously got to be kidding me. How is that legitimate?

Nick: It was not another wrestler.

Richard: It was still goddamn interference!

Nick: I think Roberts is going to let this stand. He's ushering Natas out of the ring now.

Richard: That is just disgusting.

Nick: Well, Phoenix just gave a mammoth assist to Old School PRIME.

Richard: He's a friggin moron.

Nick: It's down to 3 on 2. Vashaun, Snow and Phoenix-

Richard: Who ought to be THROWN OUT!

Nick: Against Wolfenden and Nelson.

Richard: I'm gonna puke, someone get me a fucking formal complaint.

Nick: Phoenix just took out a powerhouse and Snow is giving him a piece of mind for it. He wants to win and Natas gave them a pure brawler.

Phoenix has managed to tune The Original Villain out while The Next in Line sees his first action in quite a while, stepping through the ropes and going after K-Wolf. He goes for a collar and elbow, but Wolfenden snaps a kick and takes out the leg, Vashaun claws forward, getting Wolfenden in a Muay Thai clinch and using it for muscling purposes, throws her into the corner and puts his forearm against her throat. Bernie Roberts calls for a break and gets his request, but Wolfenden gets around and fires a kick to the ribs that will leave a welt on Vashaun. The Next in Line doesn't show any recession, throwing an elbow and moving K-Wolf out to center ring. He pushes her into the ropes and catches her around the throat, tossing her overhead in a choke toss suplex. He swings around and pulls her from the ropes, yanking her from the canvas and holding her upside down. He leans forward and down, connecting on the tombstone piledriver. He covers.

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Wolfenden kicks out. Vashaun looks at Roberts and gets back to the task at hand, gripping the former Universal Champion by one hand, twisting her arm around and placing it to her neck. He slips his free arm around her body and flings her back in a Half Nelson suplex.

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Nick: Straight onto the neck. Nothing pretty about that maneuver.

Richard: If you say vintage Vashaun, so help me God I'll break you in half.

The 5 Star Champion grabs Wolfenden from the mat and brings her into the corner. Snow doesn't stick his hand out and neither does Phoenix, who is still trying to recover from the massive surge he just displayed. Vashaun shrugs and sends K-Wolf flying into the other corner. He goes from a three point stance straight ahead, looking for a splash. Wolfenden slides out, holding onto the second rope and sticking her feet into his face. Vashaun staggers back, leaving K-Wolf the chance to springboard up and soar through the air, clasping onto Vashaun's head and landing a Shooting Star DDT.

Nick: Wolfenden looking to gain an edge, although she doesn't have a partner to tag out. If Vashaun has to, he's got at least one.

Richard: Nelson could get a cradle here if he really wanted it.

Nick: This match has gone on an exceptionally long time and it just goes to prove the superstars of PRIME have insane stamina.

Richard: I'm thankful this is the last match because that cabbie I told to keep the car running is gonna hang me in the desert, dude.

Wolfenden shoves to her feet and gets the step on Vashaun, backing up against the ropes and landing a perfect shining wizard that clips Vashaun's temple. Cover.

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Vashaun presses K-Wolf off him and continues to fight. Nelson stretches his arm out and K-Wolf welcomes the breather, letting Nelson step into the ring and elbow Vashaun on top of the head. Nelson shoots Vashaun into the ropes, steps into the middle of the ring and hoists Vashaun up, spinning him around for a classic Arn Anderson spinebuster. Vashaun is down and Nelson takes an aggressive step, grabbing both of Vashaun's legs, spreading them and giving the Bret Hart head butt "to the lower abdomen". Vashaun is clutching at his package and Nelson is smooth talking his way, trying to explain body schematics.

Nick: That's Tyler Nelson for you.

Richard: Gotta love it.

Nelson brushes past Roberts and grabs Vashaun from the canvas, punting him in the ribs and once behind the legs, but Vashaun doubles over again, clutching his boys. Just as Bernie Roberts goes to check, Nelson snaps backwards and delivers a proficient DDT. He flips Vashaun over.

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Kickout by Vashaun. Nelson says something about how that would be a three count in many other countries while standing up. Nelson reaches down and pulls Vashaun up, grabbing him around the head and shooting him into the ropes. Vashaun comes back and Nelson swings around, extending his right arm and moving around for a sleeper hold. The Next in Line holds his eyes, and Roberts is suspicious. Nelson and Vashaun will only know for sure that he put a thumb directly into the eyeball and is looking to capitalize with an electric chair drop. Another cover.

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Vashaun with another kickout. Nelson pounds the mat and grunts loudly in frustration.

Nick: He's keeping Vashaun in check with all these illegal moves, but if The Next in Line gets his timing down, Nelson is going to be a sitting duck.

Richard: I'm sure with all the money ReVolution 199 did, he can buy Roberts to go old school King Kong Bundy and put a 5 count down instead of 3 should Vashaun get control.

Nelson grabs Vashaun off the mat, twists his arm around and "mistakingly" delivers a back kick to Vashaun, the third low blow given to him. Nelson backs Vashaun up and shoots him into the ropes, coming straight in for a clothesline, his confidence at an all time high.

Vashaun ducks underneath, leaving Nelson horrified when he turns around and gets placed high in the air with a spinebuster.

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Nick: Vashaun has got himself some breathing room and both Snow and Phoenix are ready for the tag. This could be a huge boost for New School PRIME.

Richard: I'm still outraged about the Rick Ja-

Nick: Put a cork in it and just call the match.

Vashaun wipes the sweat from his brow and staggers up to his feet, Nelson a cowardly step behind him. Vashaun pelts him with a right hand and goes for the Irish whip. Nelson reverses and Vashaun comes off with a high flying clothesline. Nelson gets up again and Vashaun peppers him with a jab, shoves him back, and locks half his body up, dropping back in a Samoan Drop. Vashaun stands up and motions to the crowd that he's going to end the match.

Richard: Oh bollocks.

Nick: Weight of the World could be coming hard and fast here. I don't think Nelson has many cheating moves that can get him out of this one.

Vashaun reaches down, grabbing Nelson by his shoulders and booting him in the midsection, moving over to his corner and hoisting The King of Greed overhead. He's got him ready for the big swing.

Nick: WEIGHT OF THE WHAT?

Richard: OH YEAH BABY!

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The crowd doesn't really understand why. Nick doesn't understand. K-Wolf is screaming. Jay Phoenix facepalms.

Jason Snow stands on the apron, having just betrayed the man he said he would work with by landing a Snake Eyes.

Kaiser Vashaun is out cold with Tyler Nelson over top of him, having fallen straight down on top of him.

Nick: NO! NOT LIKE THIS!

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Eliminated: Kaiser Vashaun

Nick: What in the hell have we just seen?

Richard: Vindication. Nobody orders Jason Snow around, ever.

Nick: That leaves Jason Snow and Jay Phoenix to take down Wolfenden and Nelson.

Richard: The crowd is giving Snow a bunch of heat and I don't think he cares.

Nick: They go through all the trouble of working together for so long and Snow goes and does that. What a disgrace.

Richard: What a champion.

The Eternal Flame steps over the prone body of Kaiser Vashaun and picks Tyler Nelson from the canvas, delivering a spinning back kick, elbow and wheel kick to the chest. Nelson tenses up, but fires a punch straight to the throat and gets Phoenix backing away.

Richard: There ya go, bring it home.

Nick: Jason Snow still wants to win even if he will take his own teammate out. I don't think he's afraid to go after Nelson.

Richard: It would be a clash of the villainous titans.

Nelson delivers a punch to the gut and swings Phoenix around for a neckbreaker. The toll of eliminating Sirrajin and Natas is getting to Phoenix, an ugly mark left above his nose by the brutal pounding of Natas. The Greediest Player in the Game gets up to his feet and stomps Phoenix straight in the cheek. He uses the fifty pound weight advantage to bring Phoenix up and lock both arms behind the back, lifting Phoenix in a crucifix position, holding him for a moment and planting him into the canvas. Nelson rolls The Eternal Flame over for a cover.

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Phoenix powers out and tries for a move toward his corner. He needs to see how bad Snow wants to win and get him into the match. If Wolfenden gets back in, Phoenix will be left to fend her off. Nelson yanks Phoenix up and clubs him in the back, making the arching left arm obvious while his knee rises up and catches The Eternal Flame in the throat. Phoenix drops to his knees while Nelson bounces off the ropes and goes for something deep in his arsenal. Phoenix ducks underneath, rolls to his corner and tags Snow into the ring.

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Nick: Well this is going to be one hell of a clash. Jason Snow going against Tyler Nelson.

Richard: This is the Ali vs Frazier of heels. The Liddell vs Silva of villains. The-

Nick: We get it. I'm going to have to give a big advantage here. Snow is the Universal Champion while Nelson is fiddling around trying to get at Lisa Tyler.

Richard: He's handled himself well in the spots provided. Does he want to take Snow on? Oh man, can you imagine if he were to pin Snow?

Nick: I think we're gonna have to see where this one goes.

Snow steps through the ropes and Nelson looks around, back at his only partner left. Would Snow give him the time to get to K-Wolf? Can he potentially get one over on the best wrestler in the world today?

He's gonna have to find out because Snow is coming at him full throttle. Nelson puts up his defensive collar and elbow, fighting against the aggressive Snow. Nelson manages to hold his own, swing the hold around, but Snow gets it back at the last minute and whips Nelson across the ring, away from a Wolfenden tag. Snow leaps and Nelson darts out of the way, leaving The Original Villain to smack the turnbuckle. Nelson shoots into the ropes and puts 265 into Snow, bringing him out of the corner. Nelson gets behind Snow and lifts him up for an atomic drop, but puts his knee a little more forward, causing Snow to leap into the air and clutch at his package.

Nelson doesn't hesitate to lift Snow up and repeat the process, bouncing off the ropes behind and landing a spear. Cover.

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Snow shoots a shoulder out at the last minute and Nelson swears under his breath.

Nick: Well, we can now put Tyler Nelson in the category of people who have narrowly defeated Jason Snow.

Richard: I don't know what to say other than more sports comparisons. This is just so epic.

The Greediest Player in the Game delivers a high knife edge chop and puts Snow into the ropes. The Original Villain comes back to center ring and takes the high clothesline, holding his windpipe while Nelson slips back and goes for a roll up, grabbing all of the tights available to him.

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Snow gets away, his legs swinging around to the ropes. Nelson sighs and brings Snow back up, a forearm finding the head. Nelson moves forward and launches Snow across the ring, coming in behind him and combining a plethora of cheating moves into one: He puts a forearm into the throat, knee into the groin and delivers an STO. Cover.

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Snow with another kickout.

Nick: I can't believe what I'm witnessing. Nelson's pedigree of illegal moves is keeping Jason Snow at bay.

Richard: It's mystifying.

Nelson is finding out about the resilience of Snow, still there after all these years. The Original Villain gets pulled from the canvas and placed on the top rope, facing the crowd. Nelson puts his back to Snow and reaches for the neck, pulling it against his shoulder and looking to drop down for the Texas Neckbreaker or Greed is Good.

But Jason Snow keeps his legs locked in the ropes and shoves Nelson away, jumps from the second rope to the top and soars through the air like only The Original Villain can.

Nelson doesn't have time to readjust and feels the full force of X-Rated. Cover from Snow.

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Eliminated: Tyler Nelson

Nick: Tyler Nelson is out, but I gotta give him credit, he was all but ready to put Jason Snow out of commission, even it was horrendously illegal.

Richard: Props. It was a legendary battle.

Nick: Snow is the legal man now, what is he going to do with Karina Wolfenden being the only one left for Old School PRIME?

Richard: Someone better tell Jay Phoenix to suit up, because he's about to come into the ring.

A figure slides in behind The Original Villain at the same time K-Wolf steps between the ropes. The figure taps Snow on the shoulder, but Snow shrugs him off.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Uh-oh!

Richard: TURN AROUND SNOW!

Nick: I think Snow believes that is Phoenix, but it's not!

The figure taps Snow on the shoulder with more venom, causing the Champ to turn around and get lifted high into the air. Before Snow can think of a counter, he's swung around and planted hard into the canvas with a DDT from the F-5 position.

The Weight of the World.

Kaiser Vashaun. He just got up from the Snake Eyes.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: I guess that old adage about payback is definitely true.

Richard: Vashaun should be sent to a firing squad. Someone fucking call Utah!

Nick: Snow isn't getting up and he's still the legal man.

Vashaun calmly steps from the ring and walks up the narrow aisle, going through the curtain. K-Wolf drags The Original Villain over to her corner, exits the ring, jumps to the top rope and swings her body around in a 630 splash. Her knees crash into Snow's sternum, taking whatever air remained out of him. Cover.

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Eliminated: Jason Snow

Nick: And we are down to two!

Richard: This place is about to come unglued.

Nick: Karina Wolfenden vs Jay Phoenix. If this isn't the clearest form of Old School vs New School, I don't know what is.

With the roar of Madison Square Garden reaching a fever pitch, The Eternal Flame steps through the ropes, broken nose, bloody face, bruised arms, and spent body to face The Eternal Sunset. Karina Wolfenden walks closer to the center of the ring, ready to go to war against Phoenix. Both have been through almost an hour long marathon, coming into the ring in spurts and going through emotional hell to get to this point.

There isn't a chair occupied by anybody in the stands, all twenty thousand rising to their feet and screaming with approval.

Nick: The extensive martial artists are gonna clash here. Wolfenden has the more lethal strikes but Phoenix can take the submission route more extensively. If there is one thing he's got over K-Wolf, it would be multiple disciplines. She is going to have to strike him and out fly him for a victory.

Richard: She's not foreign to that concept.

Standing nose to broken nose, their blank faces stare into one another before Phoenix blasts the 2005 Dual Halo winner with a right palm strike. Wolfenden fires back with a leg kick. Phoenix takes it and throws a right. Wolfenden slugs Phoenix with a palm strike of her own. Phoenix sends Wolfenden's head back with a forearm. K-Wolf retaliates and sends Phoenix trailing a step. Phoenix picks up the pace, landing a fast right while K-Wolf comes in behind and matches him. Palm strike by Phoenix. Shin kick that turns Phoenix's leg. Phoenix goes for a Thai clinch and backs Wolfenden up, her muscles flaring for an attempt to get out of the clinch. She's either gotta take one on the chin or counter away. Phoenix pulls at her neck and delivers a body shot. Wolfenden counters with an elbow to the gut. Phoenix strains harder but doesn't get his optimal knee strike. Wolfenden locks the waist and puts a rush on, putting Phoenix into the middle of the ring. She fires another leg strike. Phoenix hops up and lands a solid knee on the chin. Wolfenden chops at the forearms and releases herself, reversing the circumstances and locking on her own Thai clinch, pounding Phoenix's face into meat with a shot. His cheek starts bleeding, but Phoenix powers through, lifting Wolfenden onto his shoulders and throwing her down with a fireman's carry. He winds up and slams his shin into her back, causing her to jump off the canvas.

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Nick: Phoenix got the better of her on that one, but that isn't going to end it.

Wolfenden circles around, testing out the leg she's focused on. Phoenix is a little gimpy and Wolfenden isn't going to let him use technical and power wrestling against her. She fakes a kick and lands a forearm and pours blood from around Phoenix's face. She shoots Phoenix into the ropes, ducks underneath the clothesline, comes back, raises both legs up and gets a Enziguri scissors kick. Phoenix falls on his face, leaving a pool of blood. Wolfenden pounces like a tiger, mounting Phoenix from the back and throwing elbows into the shoulder blades and neck, exerting all the energy she can muster into the strikes. Phoenix rolls through and gives up his back, avoiding the choke by grabbing a wrist and pulling through. Wolfenden slides through the legs and clips Phoenix at his injured leg, sweeping out the other leg and getting back on top. Wolfenden gets a hold of the arms, lifts Phoenix's upper body and curb stomps him into the canvas, further damaging the face and producing more blood.

Nick: They are going to display their strengths here, folks and neither is backing down.

Wolfenden swings her leg around for a spider kick and gets Phoenix in the spine, moving him toward the ropes. The Eternal Sunset fires off soccer kicks at will, grazing the side of Phoenix's head with every one. They don't look majestic on television, but rest assure they are very painful to an already damaged superstar. Phoenix uses his hand to block the fifth kick, and finds himself victim to an overhead bicycle kick.

Nick: Wolfenden looking for a finish here.

She goes for an Irish whip, but Phoenix comes out of the corner, lifting Wolfenden overhead and running across the ring, violently slamming her into the canvas and getting on top. He puts a wicked shot onto her chin and starts swinging, alternating between palm strikes, elbows and forearms respectively. Phoenix slides himself down and locks hooks in, switching tactics and showing his willingness to get gritty, shoving his head down into K-Wolf's three straight times. Two cuts develop on her face, one above the right eye and other underneath the left.

Richard: They are going to fucking town! This is great violence.

Nick: Phoenix has managed to survive the carnage of his own team and now he's on the verge of pulling off what most would consider an upset.

An elbow comes straight down and Wolfenden is left with no choice but to buck Phoenix off, sliding out the back door and stomping down on his head. Phoenix struggles for balance while Wolfenden shoots herself off the ropes. Once The Eternal Flame gets to a kneeling position, Wolfenden taps him with a double hit roundhouse kick. Phoenix flattens back out and Wolfenden pulls him into the middle of the ring, turns him around, crouches and leaps into the air with a Standing shooting star press. Cover.

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Phoenix powers out and once he does, Wolfenden is on him like white on rice, knees rattling his body and putting him on the defensive. Wolfenden is at home delivering out the punishment in this capacity. She pulls Phoenix up, forearms and lands a brutal knife edge chop. Whatever happens appears to aggravate the fifth wind in his body, because he comes back with his own chop. Another. Three. Four. Five. Six. Wolfenden goes for a head kick, Phoenix catches it, lifts her off the ground and swings her around in a Diamond Cutter. Phoenix goes for the win.

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Nick: I can't even express what we are witnessing. These two are letting it all hang out in the ring. No remorse. No regrets.

The Eternal Flame lets out a huge breath and spews a wad of blood in the corner, also taking the time to wipe some blood from his eyes. He's a mess, but one with a purpose. He brings Wolfenden up to her feet and shoots her into the ropes, charging ahead with a warrior scream, somersaulting through with a rolling kick. Wolfenden plummets to the mat while Phoenix gets up and leaves the ring, ascending the ropes and going up top. Wolfenden, forming two pools of blood underneath her face, pushes off the canvas and senses something is awry. Phoenix isn't in front of her or on any of her sides.

He's gotta be behind her.

He's gotta be coming down.

She rolls out of the way just as Phoenix goes for the top rope Steiner bulldog. Wolfenden turns around and puts some hot sauce on the kick, right in the face, below the eye on Phoenix. She grabs a hold of his arm, throws another head kick. Three. Four. Five. Increasing the intensity every time. Six. Seven. Phoenix drops onto the mat. Wolfenden brings him over to the corner, leaps up to the top rope herself and curls up into the tighest ball she can possibly get into. Pushing off like a super hero, Wolfenden backflips twice in the air, coming down on Phoenix with a Jack Evans double moonsault. She flips Phoenix over. Cover.

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Nick: HE KICKED OUT! PHOENIX KICKED OUT! MY GOD!

Richard: He's a glutton for punishment.

Infuriated, K-Wolf doesn't let up on The Eternal Flame, putting three more boots into his back and dragging him by the hair into the center of the ring. A rifle kick finds his chest, sending a thud throughout the arena. This wave of punishment is greater than the one Killean endured earlier. K-Wolf pulls Phoenix up and locks her arm through his around the neck.

Nick: C-4! SHE'S GOING TO PUT HIM AWAY RIGHT HERE!

Wolfenden presses her body down and goes for the moonsault, but Phoenix fights it off, landing a series of rapid elbows to the side of the head and shoving Wolfenden back, pummeling her with a right hand. She stumbles back, swinging her leg out and hitting Phoenix in the ribs. The Eternal Flame doesn't relent, landing another forearm, elbow, and jawbreaker. Wolfenden backs up, rushes forward and goes for another Shining Wizard. Phoenix takes the leg, rolls through, sneaks up behind her, locks her left leg, clutches a wrist and throws her backwards.

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Nick: A Bow and Arrow suplex.

Richard: That's straight thug!

Nick: Wolfenden had no protection for her neck. Phoenix going for the win!

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Nick: K-WOLF SURVIVES!

Richard: These two aren't gonna stop until someone is dead.

Nick: Phoenix reached so deep into his arsenal, pulling out a move that I've never seen. He might not have wanted this when the night started, but I think he's too invested to quit now.

Richard: Natas should come back out and make it real difficult.

Phoenix slams his hands against the canvas and rises up, blood pouring everywhere on his tired face. He reaches down and picks up Wolfenden, who out of sheer will and instinct, punts him in the head with a rifle kick. She scampers to her feet, a little wobbily and locks Phoenix in the Thai Clinch. A knee puts him into the corner. The second one drops him, cracking his jaw. She doesn't go for a third one, putting Phoenix on the top rope and going up top with him.

Flashbulbs are going off in every direction. They know this could very well be the end and damn sure don't want to miss the historical end of ReVolution 200.

Wolfenden puts an elbow into the side of Phoenix's ear and locks her arm around the head. Phoenix gets shifted to the far end of the turnbuckle.

Nick: Oh Lord, she's going for the Super C-4!

Wolfenden pulls back, but Phoenix keeps her on the top rope, performing a masterful balancing act. He bends down and lifts Wolfenden onto his shoulders, moving her into a fireman's carry. Phoenix goes for his own lights out finishing move, but Wolfenden elbows and gets behind Phoenix, one foot on top of the other on the ring post. She pushes forward and puts a foot on the top rope, regaining front position and clocking Phoenix underneath the chin, spaghetti legging him. She locks her arm around his neck and jumps. Phoenix blocks a second time. Wolfenden throws a leg kick that buckles Phoenix's leg and throws herself back.

The Garden goes into complete silence watching the bodies fall to the canvas. Karina Wolfenden has control, looking to throw both her body and Phoenix over backwards. The slow motion moment continues, Wolfenden getting her legs over.

However, at the last possible moment before a reversal is physically impossible, Phoenix catches her legs and arches himself backwards, taking her with him.

The duo go over backwards, Phoenix in control. He locks her around the waist and completes a Shooting Star Press, her body crushed underneath his 215 pounds.

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Nick: MODIFIED FROM THE ASHES! PHOENIX HAS THE COVER!

The crowd is unable to contain their emotion, counting along.

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DING! DING! DING!

Vince Howard: THE WINNER OF POWER PLAY MATCH FOUR...JAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY PHOENIXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!

Nick: What a match! Phoenix has somehow defied the odds and come out on top with a victory for his team.

Richard: Wow, what an ending, I can't say much about the man now. He just went through sheer hell and survived.

Nick: His team disintegrated from the very start. Elliott went after Tsonda. He had to contend with Natas. Snow and Vashaun eliminated each other and Wolfenden was an absolute animal, refusing to quit.

Richard: Just unbelievable.

Bernie Roberts liberates Wolfenden from underneath Phoenix, but neither are moving. He raises Phoenix's hand for a quick second and leaves the wrestlers where they lay. Rick James comes into the ring and hurdles over Phoenix while medics come out from the back for the competitors.

Nick: And now, Phoenix has to go from bad to worse. We are about to have the Battle Royal.

Jay Phoenix stares up the aisleway like he's seen a ghost. His face goes absolutely pale white watching all of the superstars file out from the narrow tunnel, one by one like an army of robots. Blood drips down his face while he looks over to the ropes, pulling himself back up and preparing to do battle because standing amongst the army is his bitter nemesis, Jason Natas.

Nick: And here we go. All of the winning teams from this evening are headed back to the ring for a 20 person over the top rope battle royal. The rules are pretty self explanatory.

Richard: After the iron man match we saw just a minute ago, these rules are going to be perhaps the most important element of the match.

Nick: Astute point, Richard. Pinning or submitting somebody won't win the match. Less energy is exerted when you aren't trying to wear down an opponent. Just tipping them in the right direction forcing them to lose balance for even a second could send them out of the match.

Jason Natas shoves his way to the front of the line, more than eager to get his hands on The Eternal Flame. Coming in behind him is a sea of talent: The Wolves of Slaughter, Wicked Ways and Giancarlo Coppano from Team 1, Dusk, David Noble, Jonathan Rhine, King Blueberry and Colby Korver from Team 3, Hessian, Garbage Bag Johnny, Violence Jack, Chainz and Jonathan Winters from Team 6, and Jason Snow, Wade Elliott, and Kaiser Vashaun from Team 8.

Richard: I have to peg Hessian as the favorite to win this one, even with the likes of Snow, Violence Jack, Elliott, Vashaun, Rhine, and everybody else. With the tear he has been on since stepping into PRIME, not many people are going to go after him, let alone be able to eliminate him. He's too damn big.

Nick: Somebody is more than capable of getting lucky. Nobody ever wins an entire battle royal on skill alone, a lot of luck is involved in the process.

Creating a wall on the ring apron, the nineteen superstars step into the ring simultaneously and wait for the bell to sound before charging at one another.

Well, eighteen of them do anyway, Natas bolts from the corner and clobbers Phoenix with a staggering right hand, knocking him down to the canvas.

DING! DING! DING!

With the sound of the bell, all of the superstars attempt to enter the ring and get started on their road to a Championship shot. The already forget alliances pair off and start working against those who are gunning the match out solo. Jason Snow and Kaiser Vashaun take the center of the ring and start going blow for blow with Vashaun getting the better of The Original Villain. Natas and Phoenix roll around near the corner, Natas dropping harsh elbows across the exhausted and bleeding face of his rival.

The Intense Champion Jonathan Rhine finds himself getting mauled in the corner by the Hessian and GBJ combination, while King Blueberry struggles to get through Wade Elliott, who is hammering him with hard body shots and maneuvering him over toward the ropes. David Noble finds himself elevated above the competition, getting blindsided by Chainz and driven back into the corner. Mentor Dusk goes to give a timely assist, but gets yanked over to another portion of the ropes by first rival, Jonathan Winters. The hottest tag team in PRIME, Wolves of Slaughter, find themselves battling against Wicked Ways, with the big men, Kazys Jankauskas and Rippa slugging it out, while Elise Ares rocks Scraps world with a series of body kicks before directly booting him in the package.

Richard: Awww, I know she is hot but come on, you can't do that when you are the only woman in the match.

Nick: That's another advantage of this kind of match. No disqualifications and obviously no countouts. Someone can go through the ropes and still be in the match.

Violence Jack comes over and lands a stiff body shot on The New Life, increasing the odds against him. Hessian and GBJ bring the Intense Champion down to size, with GBJ rocking Rhine's head back on a Shining Wizard kick. Colby Korver and Giancarlo Coppano have found themselves without a fight and elect to go after one another, trading fisticuffs over by the corner.

Nick: Everybody has paired themselves up in some form or fashion.

Vashaun lands a swinging neckbreaker on the Universal Champion but winds up eating an inadvertent elbow from The Murder Show. Rhine finds himself with a foot against his throat courtesy of Violence Jack. King Blueberry is able to dropkick Wade Elliott at the knees, providing temporary relief from The Bad Dog's brute strength. The roles of Jay Phoenix and Jason Natas have been reversed, Phoenix now on top pouring on palm strike after palm strike into the temple of The Anti-Superstar.

Nick: Jay Phoenix has already been through a massive brawl for the last hour with Natas. You have to wonder if he's going to have anything left in the tank after this adrenaline rush.

Dusk snaps Jonathan Winters backwards in an STO while Chainz swings Rhine out on top of Winters with a belly to belly overhead suplex. The Lost Soul dives into Chainz, connecting on a spear and dropping the big man down. Elise Ares finds himself shot off the ropes by Rippa, who bulrushes ahead and lands a clothesline. From behind, Kazys Jankauskas locks his arms around Rippa's waist and flings him backwards with a release German suplex. Scraps takes the first mammoth risk of the match, springboarding to the top and crashing down on Rippa with a body splash.

Nick: It could take a while before the bodies start flying out of the ring. The match is still big and allies are going to play heavy in thinning out the field.

Richard: Having someone watching your back can relieve some of the pressure off.

Snow gets a hold of Vashaun, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him back for an electric chair drop. Before Snow can get a chance to catch his breath, Wade Elliott sneaks into the scene and punts the champion hard in the spine. Snow rolls around the ring, stamina slightly decreased since he was in the last match as well. Giancarlo Coppano dashes into the scene, taking over Snow's spot against The Next in Line by landing a knee and neckbreaker combination. One half of Copps and Roberts lands a successful elbow, before grabbing the 5 Star Champion and bringing him over the ropes, hoisting his leg up and trying to get him out.

Nick: If Kaiser Vashaun goes out, that could be a huge advantage for Jason Snow.

The Original Villain gets up to his feet, looking to his right and finding Blueberry crumbling GBJ with a superman punch. Hessian and Violence Jack immediately get on him. Over on his left, Chainz is getting double teamed by David Noble and Dusk while Winters lays face down on the canvas, the victim of a double team.

Snow finally looks back at Coppano, straining himself to get Vashaun, who has a hold of the bottom rope, out of the ring. Snow feels that not being able to eliminate Vashaun would diminish his glory in some capacity and decides to take action. He lets out a loud whistle, enough to where Coppano swings around and looks for the source.

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And receives Snake Eyes. The tag team specialist sails over the ropes and is the first elimination of the contest.

Eliminated: Giancarlo Coppano

Snow goes over to Vashaun and proudly boasts of his accomplishment. In the meantime, Colby Korver sees the opportunity of a lifetime, the Universal and 5 Star Champions near the ropes arguing with one another, eyes deadlocked. He would be able to shock the world if he could generate enough momentum and clothesline them both out of the ring. He decides to take the challenge, whipping himself off the ropes and rushing ahead, arms stuck out and looking to create himself an entire new career.

Unfortunately, Vashaun catches the DUI manager coming in and grabs him by the shoulder, letting his own momentum carry him out of the ring and onto the floor.

Eliminated: Colby Korver

Vashaun looks down at Korver and returns the favor to Snow, who promptly fires a forearm. The Champions go back to fighting one another. Chainz gets shot into the ropes by the Noble/Dusk combination. The mentor/trainee deliver stereo dropkicks, one assigned to blow out each knee. The Monster from Hell's Kitchen goes down. Dusk mouths something to his protege and both use the back of Chainz as a step ladder, rising into the air. Noble arches himself backwards while Dusk drops a leg across the neck. Chainz feels the impact and then gets crushed by Noble's shooting star press.

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Nick: All about the alliances with that one. An individual by themselves would have a difficult time eliminating Chainz considering his five match win streak, but having another talented help at your side will ease the process.

Richard: And get them both killed when Chainz gets back up. Boy is he going to be angry.

Jonathan Rhine and King Blueberry are both working over The Murder Show, chopping him down to size with martial arts kicks. Hessian retaliates by alternating right hands against the pair, fending himself off to the best of his abilities. When Dusk and Noble bring themselves into the scene, increasing the odds to 4/1, even someone with Hessian's strength can't avoid going into the ropes. Noble and Dusk take one side while Rhine and Blueberry take the other, Rhine and Dusk grabbing the throat while Noble and Blueberry take the back. All four work in unison, lifting Hessian up into the air and chokeslamming him down with authority on the canvas.

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Nick: All of Team 3 is still able to work together.

Richard: Although to be fair, I don't think they would do that for everybody.

Nick: Rhine and Hessian had a feud of the year candidate, Blueberry was attacked by The Murder Show, and Noble was once embroiled with the big man.

Just as the four look to focus their attention elsewhere, out of the corner comes Garbage Bag Johnny, soaring through the air. Rhine ducks out of the way in the knick of time, but the other three are forced to catch GBJ.

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The person who caused GBJ to fly, Chainz, stampedes the scene, mowing down all three with a lethal spear.

Nick: My God, the sheer power of Chainz to take out about 600 pounds with the strength of his shoulders.

Richard: God help the friggin world if Hessian and he get on the same page in this match.

Jonathan Rhine rakes Chainz' back on the way up, ducks underneath a knockout right hand and lands a spinning enzigiri. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring,

Elise Ares is being held in the arms of her partner, Iron Wolf, and duplicating a Neo like series of spinning kicks to the chest. The Havana Harlot makes seven revolutions before being sent into Scraps like a long dart. She catches his head, swings around, captures Rippa's head and tilts her body to the side, landing a headscissors DDT hybrid maneuver.

Nick: Elise Ares proving that she is more than capable of handling her own.

Richard: She has the advantage of being a pretty attractive woman. You think that won't go far in this match but I give you this: Would you rather hit someone that hot or another guy who you believe poses a more dangerous threat?

Nick: The heavier the field, the more I suppose that advantage could work. Although, should she still be around near the championship eliminations, she better hope Kazys is with her. She'll be the easy target at that point.

The Anti-Superstar and Eternal Flame have finally gotten up from the canvas and are involved in real wrestling action. Natas is put on the top rope by Phoenix and given a stern headbutt to the groin. Natas doubles over, leaving Phoenix a golden opportunity. Rather than throw Natas out of the ring, he hooks the arm and head, flings back, and hits a sitting Fisherman neckbreaker.

Nick: Phoenix isn't the kind of person who will normally use a low blow, but Natas isn't the ordinary adversary.

Richard: Cheating scum. There should be a disqualification rule in these things.

The Universal and 5 Star Champion are stuck in a collar and elbow in the corner with The Original Villiain in a commanding position over The Next in Line. Snow utilizes some dirty boxing before twisting the arm of Vashaun, moving backwards and scaling the ropes. More than a few superstars try to break from their fights to eliminate him, but nobody successfully makes it over before Snow drops down across Vashaun with a top rope bulldog.

Nick: The Original Villain gaining some traction over the 5 Star Champion.

Richard: Thus proving why he is the greatest superstar alive today.

Nick: I thought Hessian was your pick to win it.

Richard: He is.

Nick: Then how does Snow not win if he is the greatest?

Richard: ...Shut up, Stuart.

One of those fights almost broken up was the colossal one between Hessian, Chainz, GBJ, Violence Jack and Rhine, Noble, Blueberry and Dusk. None of them have been able to completely distance themselves from one another since the beginning. Chainz swings Noble around and drops him hard into the canvas, but is then hit by Dusk with an elbow drop across the back. Hessian bounces off the ropes and shows a rare display of athleticism, jumping high into the air and landing a monster splash on Dusk. The Lost Soul grimaces loudly and is only saved from further punishment when Blueberry dives into the scene, flipping over Hessian and landing a neckbreaker. Jonathan Rhine turns around and smacks head with Violence Jack, rocking them both back into the ropes. Garbage Bag Johnny goes after The New Life, looking to get him out of the ring, but instead he gets caught around the neck, lifted high into the air, and planted with a Rhine Rewind.

Violence Jack, on the other hand, isn't so lucky, receiving the Lights Out from Dusk, sending him over the ropes and to the floor.

Eliminated: Violence Jack

Nick: Down to seventeen participants. I can't say much has changed the start of the match. All of the critical teams are still in the contest.

Richard: They can't stay together forever.

Dusk has reduced the odds down to 4 on 3 and turns around, booming with confidence. That confidence nets him two massive boots to his face, crumpling him to the canvas. Chainz and Hessian are both back up and very unhappy with what just transpired. King Blueberry runs into the towers of power and receives stereo elbows to the temple, planting him quicker than Dusk. Both superstars look over and spy The New Life rising to his feet, groggy from the last exchange that took place. Without glancing at one another, Chainz and Hessian march forward, grasping Rhine by each of his wrists and slinging him into the ropes. When the momentum carries him back, Hessian and Chainz reach underneath and grab a leg and arm, elevating Rhine into sickening high territory with a double military release.

Richard: I think Rhine can tell us now if the moon is really made of cheese. Did you see the air dude got on that?

Nick: You said God help the world if Hessian and Chainz decided to work specifically together and we're starting to see the results of that tandem.

Rhine flops around, unable to regain his balance after the staggering throw. Hessian and Chainz are more than happy to provide the assist, pulling Rhine down into the legs of The Murder Show. Hessian effortlessly picks Rhine from the canvas, swings him over the shoulders, his legs locked in Hess' grip while his head hangs free, dangling above the canvas. Hessian drops straight to his knees, damn near fusing Rhine's head with the canvas.

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Nick: Modified version of Hellevator and...Oh no, he's going for another one.

Hessian uses his 355 pounds, yanking Rhine up from the canvas and throwing him back onto his shoulders. Chainz signals something to The Construction of Destruction and receives Rhine on his own shoulders. Amping up the violence, Chainz brutally slams Rhine into the canvas.

Nick: Folks, that's not a medicine ball they were exchanging there, that was a 240 pound human being.

Richard: What do you call that, half Hellevator, half Chain Reaction?

Chainz escorts Rhine to his feet and shoots him over the ropes onto the floor, eliminating the first Champion from the contest.

Eliminated: Jonathan Rhine

Nick: I'd call that Rhine's Elimination.

Richard: I like it, has potential for something.

Hessian and Chainz take time to scout the ring, while cameras let those staring up at the big screen focus on some other action. Kazys Jankauskas is working over Scraps, the smaller of the Tag Champions, with a series of rights and lefts. No doubt those massive canned hams are going to leave some bruising tomorrow. Rippa comes into the corner and collapses both his partner and Kazys, sending both into the canvas. The Swedish Shark wraps his arm around Iron Wolf's neck and pulls back, landing a Russian leg sweep. He gets up and looks for an elimination, hoisting Kazys off the canvas and shoving him near the ropes, asking Scraps to give him a hand. Nobody spots Elise Ares stepping between the ropes and running around the left side, hanging onto the ring post and swinging her legs around into Rippa's face, sending him toppling over his partner. The Havana Harlot springboards onto the top rope and flips forward 450 degrees, slamming into both Champions.

Nick: What a set that was. Wolves of Slaughter appear to have Wicked Ways number in this Rumble.

Richard: It can't mean anything beneficial for the rest of those in the match either.

Wade Elliott receives a judo throw from Jonathan Winters, putting him flat on his back. The former 5 Star Champion hits the nearby ropes and cartwheels effortless into a standing moonsault. He gets a decent reception from those who support Chandler Tsonda. Winters continues his offense, grabbing Elliott and sending him off into the ropes. Elliott tries to reverse the whip but fails, walking straight into a Down to the Numbers spinning spinebuster.

Nick: If Elliott can get himself some rest, he hasn't been involved in a lot of combat and could make a serious run.

Richard: Good point. He can get just as mean and nasty as both Hessian and Chainz when it comes down to it.

Winters doesn't want to allow Elliott that privilege, grasping a hold of his leg and falling backwards, clamping on an ankle lock.

Richard: No way Elliott gives up, wouldn't matter if he did.

Nick: I think Winters has seen how the rules work. If nobody interrupts the hold, Winters could make Elliott a one legged man in a butt kicking contest. He stands a much better chance if Elliott can't lumber around the ring and pull power from those tree trunk legs.

Kaiser Vashaun whips a fatigued Jason Snow into the far side buckle, not waiting for him to thud before charging ahead. The Original Villain scampers out of the way, starting in a dead run off the ropes. Once he stretches the cables, he puts one foot on the top rope and flies through the air, forearm extended toward Vashaun's ten head. You know, it's not a forehead or fivehead...Forget it.

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Nick: VASHAUN DUCKED THE ELBOW! SNOW IS OVER THE ROPES...

Richard: But he's hanging on!

Vashaun turns around and sees the lightning fast reflexes of the Universal Champion, able to skin the cat, swing himself into the ring and land a headscissors takeover. Vashaun tumbles into both Jay Phoenix and Jason Natas, who are sticking together like two items super glued. Natas lands a furious shot under the chin. Phoenix with a body shot. Natas elbows the temple. Phoenix pulls the shoulders down and gets his hands firmly around the neck in a Muay Thai clinch. He connects on the nose, opening up the previous cuts on Natas' face.

Nick: Phoenix busting Natas open again. I know Natas is a tough son of a bitch, but if you don't have enough blood, regardless of who you are, you'll pass out.

Richard: He's the ANTI Superstar, he runs on hatred and New York pizza, not blood.

Natas takes the hard way out, sticking his head down and eating a second knee. Phoenix is taken off the mat, thrown onto the shoulders, and dropped backwards in a reverse Death Valley Driver. The New York native has gained some breathing room from the persistent Phoenix. He gets a nice view of a man running up the aisleway and moving around to the left side of the ring.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Chandler Tsonda! The Model Citizen is out here!

Richard: What the devil is he doing here, punk isn't in the match. His team couldn't come through.

Nick: He looks fresh from the medical room and is heading straight for Elliott.

The Bama Bruiser hasn't spotted Tsonda yet, focused on slamming Winters into the mat with a Rebel Yell. All the air is extinguished from Winters lungs. Elliott gives him a few words of encouragement and feels a tap on his shoulder. When The Bad Dog turns around, Tsonda hooks him under the arms and kicks out his legs, tumbling Elliott down to the floor and out of the match.

Eliminated: Wade Elliott

Nick: The Bad Dog is gone!

Richard: CHEATER! THAT DOESN'T COUNT! TSONDA ISN'T IN THE MATCH!

Nick: The ruling is going to stand. Wade Elliott has been eliminated.

Richard: Come on! First Natas gets knocked out by Rick James in the earlier match and now this? How does Lisa Tyler sleep at night? Or more importantly, what does she sleep in at night?

Nick: Really, you had to go there.

Richard: Player has to know.

Wade Elliott doesn't have time to look over at the referees with an infuriated expression because The Model Citizen clotheslines him over the barricade into the front row. He leads out with a right hand, Elliott puts his entire body into a punch and misses, Tsonda with a back kick. He drags Elliott out of camera range, receiving a shot to the back while getting lost in the crowd.

Nick: They are going to fight out into the streets of New York. We'll try to get an update on that if we can.

Richard: Meanwhile, the field has been reduced by 25 percent. Fifteen people vying for championship dreams and ReVolution history.

David Noble, King Blueberry and Dusk find themselves in respective trouble against GBJ, Hessian and Chainz. The Rising Star is taken from the corner in a Samoan drop by the Dirtiest Dude in PRIME. King Blueberry is getting stretched out in the abdominal stretch from hell by The Murder Show. Chainz and Dusk trade fists, but Dusk is losing the exchange to PRIME's resident creep. Chainz sinks a right hand on the jaw, sending Dusk to a knee. When The Lost Soul gets back up, Chainz puts him down with a DDT. Blueberry is desperately looking for a way to not let his leg come around behind his head and into his mouth, screaming out in intense agony. The Prince of Produces doesn't get any help from an incoming Jonathan Winters who lands an Indifference Maker, knocking him out cold.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: All the members of Team 6 are reunited sans Violence Jack.

Richard: Score one for the bad guys.

Nick: Winters makes the advantage 4 on 3 and considering his history with Dusk, I don't think he'll be turning rogue face anytime soon.

Over in the tag team zone, Scraps dumps Elise Ares on her back with a Northern light suplex, arching himself out of the bridge and contorting for a standing corkscrew legdrop. Rippa has established control over Kazys Jankauskas, landing a series of elbows and getting an assist from his partner, both swinging Kazys over in a hip toss, holding him there, raising Iron Wolf up and dropping him down in a double backbreaker. Rippa walks over to Scraps, scoops him up and slams him down on Kazys, giving Wicked Ways a definitive advantage.

The only non-alliance battle going on contains the Universal and 5 Star Champion. Vashaun, his body in front of Snow, locks the arms, spins around, lifts up, and drops Snow neck first into the canvas with Homicide's Cop Killa. Vashaun isn't going to give the man that tried to earn his trust only to betray it on a whim a chance at new life, dragging him from the canvas, locking his arms around Snow's Universal waist and flipping him overhead in a belly to belly suplex.

Nick: Vashaun is taking Snow to the woodshed here with those suplex and power moves.

Richard: I'm confident Snow will come back and triumph. He's done it too many past in the times for me to go against his track record.

Nick: The one thing Snow usually falls back on is his high flying athleticism. In this match, if Vashaun catches him on the ropes, Snow will be eliminated.

The Anti-Superstar boots Jay Phoenix in the midsection, stuffs his head in between the legs, locks the waist, pulls up and jumps off the mat with a spike piledriver. He crawls over to Phoenix, oppresses his shoulders, and drives his head down into the already broken nose of The Eternal Flame.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: That was just a sick act right there.

Richard: If he can't breath from the nose, advantage Natas. I think he'll take it.

The substance used to heal Phoenix's cut proves itself useless against the power of Natas, who isn't done with his onslaught. He takes Phoenix from the canvas, fires him into the ropes, snakes an arm through the waist, hoists him up, mouths "Give it up, boyo" and slams Phoenix into the canvas.

Over in the west wing of the ring, Kaiser Vashaun struggles against a resisting Jason Snow, arm stuck around the turnbuckle in defiance, keeping himself from being eliminated. Vashaun tries to use Snow's legs to flip him back, but Snow proves to have too much strength left to go quietly. A second push doesn't get him any closer to vindication. Snow puts a finger into the eyeball, blinding Vashaun and giving himself a chance to get out of the corner when The Next in Line stumbles away.

Richard: Told you.

Or so he thinks.

Vashaun whips back around, overselling the poke and getting Snow back in the original position. This time he's able to get the legs over and put Snow on the apron. He goes for a broke with a big left hook, but Snow ducks out of the way, sticks his foot up and goes for Snake Eyes. Vashaun spins himself around and goes for a leg sweep on Snow's plant leg, but that only puts Snow on his back, half his body in the ring. Vashaun rushes over, dropping an elbow and throwing big hammer fists onto the Universal Champion. He only has one foot caught in the ropes, the rest of his body touching the floor. Vashaun rolls underneath the bottom rope and tugs hard on Snow's arms, but the Original Villain comes up clutch and lands a legitimate thumb to the eye, doubling Vashaun over.

Snow uses some fancy hand work to get closer to the ring and pull himself up, comfortably underneath the bottom rope and safely away from the ropes. Catching him from the blindside is one Garbage Bag Johnny with a wrap around DDT. The Dirtiest Dude in PRIME hops up on the top rope and measures The Original Villain, patiently waiting until Snow shoves to his feet. Once Snow does, GBJ leaps from his position, tilting his body horizontally and going for a Dumpster Dive.

Snow drops to the mat and ducks out of the way.

Unfortunately for Ol Johnny, he gets caught by both members of the Wolves of Slaughter, who have distanced themselves from Wicked Ways. GBJ sails over the top rope and onto the floor.

Eliminated: Garbage Bag Johnny

Nick: The Dual Halo winner eliminated! Fourteen competitors remain.

Richard: I think Wolves of Slaughter might have gotten themselves in trouble with that. The Hessian, Chainz, Winters alliance won't be pleased with that.

Indeed they aren't, turning around to look for Johnny and finding him in front of the announcers table. Hessian demands to know who committed the deed and everybody screams the Wolves of Slaughter, but Elise and Kazys point over to Wicked Ways. Hessian and Chainz look back at Wicked Ways, oblivious to the fact since both of them were low blowed. They look exhausted, strain on their faces, while Wolves of Slaughter look cool, calm and collected.

The crowd still screams that Kazys and Elise are the culprits, but Hessian doesn't believe them and makes the decision for the alliance, bulrushing at Wicked Ways and clubbing them down in the corner. Winters comes in behind and provides a good pair of soccer kicks on Scraps.

Nick: Wow, they caught a huge break there.

Richard: Well its not conning someone if you get caught.

Rippa and Scraps are unable to defend themselves properly against three constant boots pounding into the skulls. Soon, Wolves of Slaughter join the fun, picking up the pair and feeding them to Hessian, who grabs both of them around the throat. The Murder Show puts a little strain into his back hoisting over 400 pounds into the air for a double chokeslam. Chainz and Kazys drop back against the ropes, timing their jumps so they come down on Scraps and Rippa simultaneously.

Nick: Wicked Ways are going to need the jaws of life to get out of this mess. Wolves of Slaughter on their own are bad enough but Chainz, Hessian and Winters added to that?

Dusk, David Noble and King Blueberry are still rocked from the earlier massacre they received and unable to help Wicked Ways. Elise yanks Scraps from the mat while Winters shovels Rippa to Hessian and Kazys. The Tag Team Champions are slung over the ropes, smacking the floor at the same time.

Eliminated: Veljumin Rippa
Eliminated: Scraps

Nick: We could be witnessing the formation of a super alliance here. There are only 12 people remaining in the Rumble and five are on the same side.

Richard: Now you know why I was so adamant about picking Hessian to win it.

The fearsome fivesome glance around the ring, scouting out potential targets to eliminate. Dusk and Blueberry, blind with rage, charge ahead and both go after Elise Ares, landing a double spear and taking her out of her boots. Iron Wolf doesn't stand for the disobedience, grabbing Dusk and slinging him into the ropes. The Lost Soul comes back, catches Kazys by the arms, and slings him over with a Snap Dragon suplex. Chainz and Hessian wreck his momentum by clobbering him from behind with double ax handles. Dusk puts everything he has into rights and lefts, but neither are stunned enough to relinquish in their dominance. Dusk gets shot into the ropes and somehow pulls on the brakes before rushing back into Hess and Chainz. From the right side, David Noble springboards. From the right, King Blueberry does. Both soar through the air with majestic grace and hit double dropkicks, stumbling Hessian into Chainz and making them smack heads. Dusk vaults from his position and clobbers Chainz back with a clothesline, tying him in the ropes.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: They've got a long way to climb, but Team 3 is hanging in there.

Keeping themselves away from the massive fight, Jason Natas and Jay Phoenix are stuck in another clinch, but this time its Jason Natas in control of the martial artist. He places a hard boot in the groin and snaps his body around, locking Phoenix around the head and dropping back.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: New York Minute! Jason Natas gets his finisher on Phoenix and could very well eliminate him right now.

Standing feet away from them are the only champions left in the ring, Vashaun and Snow. The Original Villain jumps onto the shoulders of Vashaun and rolls himself through, flipping Vashaun over in a hurricanrana. Snow scurries to his feet, runs up the ropes in one fluent motion and arches himself backwards, crashing down on an unsuspecting Kaiser Vashaun.

Richard: X-Rated!

Jason Snow pushes himself from the mat and dusts his hands off, sprouting the claim that Kaiser Vashaun is done. Natas stomps down on Phoenix and glances up at The Original Villain. He looks back down at Phoenix and figures he's in such a bad state that a little fun is in order. The Anti-Superstar goes headstrong at Snow, booting him in the midsection, locks both hands around the throat, and slings The Original Villain in a choke suplex.

Nick: The long brewing fights have finally disintegrated. Snow and Natas are tackling each other now.

Richard: So you don't humiliate me on the air anymore, Snow wins. We saw this at ReVolution 199.

Over in the corner, David Noble springs to action, hitting the top rope and falling backwards, looking to land his Shiranui on the Wolves of Slaughter, hoping he can get his team on the winning track by getting rid of the excessive tag team who joined in their fight.

Elise sends Chainz forward, and he takes some of the blow, capturing Noble in his grip. The Monster from Hell's Kitchen lifts Noble off the canvas, almost sending him through the canvas with a Chain Link spinebuster. Kazys immediately lifts Noble from the mat, throws him onto his shoulders and calls for Elise to get on the top rope. With Chainz watching for any intruders, Elise ascends the ropes and puts her feet into the back of Noble's head. Kazys flips him over and lets him land on her razor sharp knees. Chainz comes over, grabs Noble, and with the assistance of Kazys, throws The Rising Star out of the ring.

Eliminated: David Noble

Nick: The super alliance takes out another one in David Noble. Eleven competitors remaining in the match.

Richard: They have 45 percent of the match in their hands.

Jonathan Winters has a hold of Dusk's head in his arms while sitting on the top rope. The former 5 Star Champion shoots over The Lost Soul, looking to capture him in a Diamond Dust. Dusk pushes away at the last minute, slips underneath a Hessian forearm, and lands the Lights Out, sending Winters over the ropes and eliminating him.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Eliminated: Jonathan Winters

Nick: The field has been shredded in half and we are left with ten.

Richard: My pick to win is still in.

The Anti-Superstar elects to leave The Original Villain alone once he sees Jay Phoenix rising from the canvas, a bloody and beaten mess, one that he's got to finish off. Natas lands a big time right hand, putting Phoenix on his toes and sending a wave of boos throughout The Garden. Phoenix loops a counter but falls way short, which gets a grin from Natas. He walks up to Phoenix and slaps him across the cheek, sending blood flying toward the first row. An Irish whip into the ropes sends Phoenix into a clothesline that almost flips him backwards.

Nick: Phoenix has probably taken the most abuse this evening. I am amazed that he's been able to stay in for such a long time.

Meanwhile, Snow and Vashaun have resumed their battle. The Universal Champion has Vashaun locked in a crude front face lock, eating away at his legs with kicks and trying to wear him down for an eventual elimination. Vashaun looks for an elbow, missing wide right, leaving Snow to deliver a front Russian leg sweep and put his rival into the ground. Snow rushes off the ropes, somersaults across the ring, rises up and lands a spinning leg drop across Vashaun's throat, sucking some of the wind from his lungs.

Richard: He's a little unconventional at times but he didn't become the Universal Champion on a fluke.

The super alliance picks out their next targets, looking to end the pseudo stable war which has gone on for most of the rumble. Dusk runs straight into a Hessian Black Hole Slam, bouncing him from the canvas. Blueberry encounters alternating knife edge chops from the Wolves of Slaughter. Chainz drops down into a football stance, rushes ahead, and puts his 295 pounds into Blueberry's gut. The Prince of Produce sinks down to the middle rope, allowing Ares to shoot off to the opposite side, bolt back in and dropkick him in the face. Chainz and Kazys pick him back up and military press him off the ground, looking to bring the field down to nine. However, Blueberry is a persistent little bugger, able to rake both the eyes of Chainz and Kazys and escaping the imminent harm.

Nick: Barely, but how much longer can these two last? They are wanted. None of them have a desire to attack Snow, Natas, Vashaun or Phoenix. They have zeroed in on Dusk and Blueberry.

The Murder Show gets Dusk back to his feet and lands a stiff right hand. Dusk peppers Hessian with a weak shot that only makes the monster angrier. He shoots Dusk off the ropes, lets him come back and clasps him in a bear hug, squeezing the life out of him. Dusk tries to fight away and has the crowd behind him.

DUSK! DUSK! DUSK! DUSK! DUSK! DUSK! DUSK! DUSK! DUSK!

Richard: It's gonna take a lot more than a bunch of idiots screaming to kill Hessian.

Elsewhere, Natas takes Phoenix onto his shoulders and moves over toward the ropes, looking for a quick elimination. It's the scenario he's wanted all night, a chance to further convince Phoenix that he should retire from the industry. Natas holds his almost lifeless body, taunting him the entire way toward the ropes.

BOOM!

Apparently, Natas' decision to go after Jason Snow earlier proved to be flawed, because he just got Snake Eyes.

Phoenix drops off the shoulders and the result leaves Natas against the ropes, his left hand barely clinging to the top rope. Reaching down deep, Phoenix charges off the ropes, gets a full head of steam, spins his body around, and puts a spinning wheel kick on the button, lifting Natas over and down to the floor, both feet smacking against the ringside mats.

Eliminated: Jason Natas

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Phoenix did it! He's eliminated Natas for the second time tonight.

Richard: Unbelievable. He better send Snow a fruit basket for that one. He was as good as dead before that Snake Eyes.

Nick: I mentioned earlier that some luck was involved in winning these rumbles.

Richard: Yeah, yeah, you are always the genius and I'm the idiot. Whatever, Stuart.

The Eternal Flame takes a well deserved rest period while Snow looks around the ring and assesses his options. It would probably be best not to involve himself with the mega fight, considering Hessian is still involved. Snow might be a cynical bastard, but he's not going against four people, plus they already seem content to leave him alone.

This only leaves the other person in the ring, who comes barreling out of the corner with a clothesline that would impress Killean Sirrajin.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Holy mackerel, Snow got blown into next week with that shot.

The Next in Line is angry. He's let Snow get the better of him for this entire evening, and now it's going to stop. He lifts Snow up. Right hand. Left hook. Uppercut. European uppercut. Stiff headbutt. Irish whip into the ropes, Snow comes back into a back body drop. Vashaun spins around and takes Snow into his arms, cradling the head and lifting him high into the air, but he doesn't leave him there long, letting his head slam into the canvas with a brainbuster. Snow palms his hands against the mat and tries to rise, and Vashaun is all too happy to accommodate the request. He wraps his arm around Snow, lifts him up into the air and plants him on his head again, a Bourbon for Breakfast.

Richard: Now he's using finisher infringment. This guy really is a damn fraud.

Nick: He's the fraud in control of the Universal Champion right now.

Vashaun pulls Snow up one more time and ducks the instinctual home run swing, lifting Snow onto his shoulders and driving him down with a Death Valley Driver. Snow can't palm the canvas this time, having exerted almost all of his energy earlier in the match. Vashaun brings Snow up to a standing position, slings him onto the shoulders one more time and looks for the Weight of the World.

He finds it.

But it's not in his finishing move. It's in the right hand of Hessian, clobbering him across the face. Vashaun drops like a ton of bricks and Snow is free for the time being. Hessian points at his eyes and down at Snow before turning around. A wild King Blueberry enters his line of vision, jumping into the air and hooking his head, looking to bring the big man down for a DDT. Instead, Hessian muscles him up and throws him out of the ring, inches from the announce table.

Eliminated: King Blueberry

Nick: The final eight are in there, and half of them are still part of the mega alliance.

Richard: Hessian finally got rid of one of his targets. The only one that remains is Dusk.

Nick: We've known Dusk to pull out a few tricks in the past so I wouldn't put it past him to eliminate Hessian.

Richard: Man, the weed you are smoking has gotta be better than Nova's hidden foreign stash for you to say that.

Dusk, slowly rising from the grueling bearhug that was placed on him, paws on the canvas, looking over for anybody in the group. Blueberry, Rhine, Noble, and anybody who might want to give him an assist is long gone. Like most of his career, he's going to have to go alone for the rest of the way. In a way, he likes that.

Well, not when that way is Hessian lifting him from the canvas and throwing him around like a rag doll. Hessian looks to reapply the bearhug, but Dusk fights valiantly to get away, thumbing the big man in the eye. He rushes off the ropes, ducks under a boot, hits the middle rope and throws a back elbow. Hessian takes a step back. Dusk with a right hand. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Off the ropes one more time, Hessian sticks his arm out, Dusk grabs it, slides around the back and brings Hessian over in a crucifix pin, slamming his upper back into the canvas.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Hessian might be in trouble here.

Richard: Balderdash, come on you big fucker, don't let me down.

Chainz goes across the ring and notices the broken down Jay Phoenix. He figures that eliminating him now will save a lot of problems later. The Monster brings him up and shoots him into the buckle. Phoenix smacks with a thud, drops to his knees and deals with the incoming rush of Chainz. It's a knee, brutal and violent, but Chainz isn't apologizing for it. Instead, he brings Phoenix out and sinks his arm around the neck, looking for a rear naked choke.

Nick: Chainz has a very underrated submission game, and I don't know if Phoenix has the energy to-

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The Eternal Flame keeps on keepin on, tucking his chin and putting Chainz on the mat with a judo flip. Phoenix motions for Chainz to get up, and the monster doesn't need to be told twice. Phoenix lays on a right, Chainz counters with an uppercut. Phoenix with a palm strike. Chainz with a big knee. He shoots Phoenix off the ropes, hooks his body, goes for the spinebuster, but receives a DDT for his troubles, spiking him off the canvas.

Nick: Phoenix with another counter.

The Wolves of Slaughter have taken to interjecting themselves into the Vashaun/Snow conflict, mostly focusing on Vashaun. A Kazys elbow finds the chin. Ares lands a body kick. Vashaun pushes back, landing a snap STO and lifting Ares up in a monkey flip that almost puts her out of the match. If she weren't incredibly athletic, she would be. Ares snakes the cat while Kazys recovers from the sudden drop on his head.

Snow stays against the ropes, trying to keep himself fresh and out of trouble. Dusk soars over his head and actually manages to bring The Murder Show down with a big time cross body. He shifts into the tailend of a Lou Thesz press and fires right hands onto the chin, trying to keep The Murder Show down for as long as he can.

Phoenix and Chainz continue to do battle, Chainz swinging Phoenix around and hitting a devastating knee strike to the head. The Monster bounces off the ropes, charging ahead and looking for a big time knockout. His hand graces Phoenix's throat-

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

But the rest of him goes toppling out of the ring onto the floor, eliminated.

Eliminated: Chainz

The Original Villain finally emerges from the corner, going over to his teammate from earlier this evening and lands a jawbreaker. Phoenix snaps into the corner and pops back out, into Snow's arms and a leg capture DDT.

Richard: Hell yes, baby. Snow back on the prowl.

Hessian bucks Dusk off and tries to scramble away, but The Lost Soul is right there, pounding on Chainz for all he's got. He kicks him in the head, delivers a knee to the body, and tries to mount his back, sinking in a choke of his own. Hessian has the neck of a horse though and locking something on him isn't going to be easy. The Murder Show pushes up to a knee and after a few tense moments, gets to his second knee. Dusk, playing it smart, drops off the back and tugs on the hair for a reverse DDT.

Nick: Dusk getting resourceful. He's got Hessian over near the ropes, let's see what he can do with it.

Hessian clutches onto the ropes, stretching the cables to their very limit, and eats another Dusk knee in the mouth. He goes to shove Dusk away and receives the Lights Out for his troubles.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: HESSIAN IS REELING! DUSK HAS HIM!

Richard: How the hell did he not go down from that damn kick?

Nick: He's a monster, that's how.

Dusk is taken aback, but nonetheless shoots back and prepares to go for the end all superkick. He hits the cables...

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

But didn't see the Wolves of Slaughter standing there, all too happy to pull the rope down and prematurely end his night.

Eliminated: Dusk

Nick: That's gotta stick in Dusk pretty bad, but give him credit where credit is due. He about had Hessian out of the match. The big man is still woozy.

Richard: Kinda sad really, I wanted to see Dusk get flattened one more time.

Nick: Well, he's gotta be somewhat proud with himself. While he didn't get a title shot, he sure gave the fans one hell of a show and they are gonna remember that.

Richard: Meh.

Nick: Meanwhile, we are down to six. Three of these individuals will get title shots.

Richard: And two of them are already champions. Wouldn't it be funny if Snow and Vashaun were the last two? They'd get to face each other, because you know Vashaun ain't ever gonna beat Snow.

Nick: Judging on what we've seen tonight, I might disagree.

Richard: I don't come to you for an opinion, Stuart, remember that.

Kaiser Vashaun shoots out of the corner and lands a double ax handle on The Original Villain, leaving Phoenix with some breathing room. Vashaun shoots a glance and realizes that Phoenix was the one who got him here and narrows on Snow. A right hand drops him face first to the canvas.

Nick: One has to remember that Snow and Vashaun went through a lot in that match and they are pretty worn down. They didn't get much of a break.

Vashaun punts Snow in the ribs and gets him against the ropes. He strings the Universal Champ's neck across the middle rope and pulls on the cable for all he's got. Snow strikes against the mat, his face turning a darker shade of red before Vashaun lets him go and bounces off the ropes. The Next in Line avoids Hessian, runs ahead and crashes his 262 pounds across the back of Snow. Vashaun brings Snow into the center of the ring, boots him in the gut, and hoists him high over the shoulders.

Nick: WEIGHT OF THE WORLD! IT'S COMING!

Vashaun swings Snow around and goes to drop him, but Snow gets another timely assist from the biggest man left in the match. It's a strange relationship these two have. Hessian keeps Snow alive, throwing him across the ring and grabbing Vashaun around the throat, throwing his former Intense rival up and looking for the chokeslam. Vashaun elbows three times in the side of the head and puts Hessian on his shoulders, keeping the giant there for a moment before swinging him around and giving him the Weight of the World.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Weight of the World! Hessian is finished! All Vashaun has to do now is get him up and dump him over the ropes.

Richard: That's a hell of a lot easier said than done, my friend.

Nonetheless, the Next in Line is trying like hell, straining on his back and looking around for some help. The Wolves of Slaughter are gathering themselves, as is Phoenix, although he at least seems to want to help, nudging himself over to the ropes. He can't make it, collapsing in a heap. Snow is getting up to his feet, but Vashaun has got Hessian's head in his hands and needs to finish this now. He tugs harder, pulling the big man up to a knee. Hessian shoves away, showing an immense pain tolerance. Vashaun comes back, reaching as deep as he can to pull Hessian halfway over the ropes. Another shove from Hessian backs Vashaun into the adjacent corner.

BOOM!

Vashaun is sent hurdling over the top rope.

The cause of elimination: Snake Eyes.

Nick: Damn Jason Snow! He does it one more time and Vashaun is gone.

Eliminated: Kaiser Vashaun

Richard: Sixth place doesn't even count in horseshoes.

Snow gives Vashaun some words of wisdom, mixing in about seventeen plebes and telling Vashaun to bow before his greatness. Snow turns around and goes for his next victim.

Only to find himself the victim.

A Hessian clothesline.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: SNOW IS OUT! SNOW IS OUT!

Richard: NO! NO! HESSIAN! YOU SON OF A BIT-WHAT?

Before The Original Villain can protest his elimination or hit Kaiser Vashaun, the Wolves of Slaughter and Jay Phoenix charge across the ring simultaneously and take their advantage, pulling Hessian over the ropes and eliminating the biggest detriment to their Championship dreams.

And as it proves, the last detriment.

Eliminated: Jason Snow

Eliminated: Hessian

Nick: WE ARE DOWN TO THREE! The Wolves of Slaughter and Jay Phoenix have defied the odds and are all guaranteed Championship shots.

Richard: I can't believe that. Vashaun goes down to the Snake Eyes. Snow gets clotheslined out of his shoes and then Hessian goes out, all in the span of fifteen seconds.

Nick: That shows how unpredictable these rumbles can be at times.

The exhaustion on Jay Phoenix's face is hard to hide. He had to go through the riot that was Karina Wolfenden and has lasted in this Rumble, receiving the first knee buckling shot courtesy of Jason Natas. Now, he finds himself with a banked shot at the Intense Championship at least, and if he is able to string together even more luck, the Universal Championship.

Richard: The alliances. Damn Nick, you actually have some wisdom in that peanut brain of yours.

Nick: Well, Jay Phoenix has turned himself into a PRIME superstar overnight. He's got two more obstacles standing in his way from immortality, but they are very fresh. They dominated their first match and have been quiet for most of the match, opting to align with others. Phoenix is going to need a miracle.

Richard: Alright, I tell you what, if he is able to get through the Wolves, I'll say that a chance of beating Natas is possible.

Nick: Wow, that's so considerate of you.

Richard: I can be sometimes.

The Wolves are over in the corner talking strategy. Perhaps the only thing going for Phoenix was that he didn't have to do the brunt of the labor in eliminating Hessian, Kazys did that for him. The Eternal Flame clearly has the support of MSG behind him and he's going to need every one of their voices to guide him through this next phase.

PHOENIX! PHOENIX! PHOENIX! PHOENIX! PHOENIX! PHOENIX! PHOENIX!

Elise and Kazys break from their positions, getting on opposite sides of the ring and trying to corner Phoenix. The grizzled veteran shifts his eyes back and forth, looking for some kind of way to gain an advantage. Elise fakes a step and gets Phoenix to glance over, giving Kazys a chance to maneuver in closer.

Nick: Their tag team name is very appropriate for this situation. Phoenix is the last thing standing in their way of eventual matches with either Snow or Vashaun, whoever comes out of Colossus the double champion.

Richard: Knowing them, I'd be surprised if they didn't try to cash in both shots at the same time.

Nick: I doubt Tyler would let them get away with that.

Kazys leans as far as he can up against the ropes, allowing Ares a chance at moving out to the center. Phoenix opts that his best chance for survival is not to be cornered, because two sets of hands are going to be on him. He looks at Kazys, back at Ares, and goes for the bigger man, thrusting forward with a palm strike and backing Iron Wolf into the corner. As expected, Ares rushes in from the back and clobbers Phoenix, but the blow isn't big enough to get him off. He lands a body kick on Kazys, elbows Ares, spinning back fist on Kazys, judo throw on Ares. Kazys grabs the hair, Phoenix sweeps the leg, gets behind and lands an electric chair drop. He jumps up, beating Ares to the punch and fires her off the ropes. She comes back and receives a Japanese arm drag. Her athletic ability doesn't save her from the impact.

Nick: Phoenix is doing it.

Richard: He hasn't done anything yet.

Kazys gets back into the picture and is chopped hard by Phoenix.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

He goes for a overhead chop block, but Phoenix sweeps out the legs and brings Kazys over to the ropes. The Eternal Flame runs up the turnbuckles and swings over, landing Sliced Bread #2. Ares turns Phoenix around and goes for a superwoman punch, but Phoenix sees it coming, grabbing the arm and locking her in a head and arm suplex. Ares slams into her partner's midsection, causing him to roll over and Phoenix to be on top of things.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: The roles have been reversed. Phoenix has them in the corner now.

Richard: Yeah, but neither of them are going to be easy to eliminate with the other one right there.

Phoenix picks Kazys up, connects on a knee to the head and slings him into the ropes, going for a clothesline to put him over the ropes. Kazys hangs on, clutching the ropes, shaking them violently in an effort to keep himself in the game. Ares rushes over, diving at the leg and landing a chop block on The Eternal Flame. Kazys carries himself to the ropes, getting a good amount of distance away from Phoenix, and charges ahead.

Nick: This could be the end for Phoenix right here.

Kazys leaps into the air, looking for a big time Stinger Splash.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: PHOENIX MOVED! KAZYS IS AGAINST THE ROPES! HE'S GOT A CHANCE!

Phoenix rushes ahead, capturing the top rope and swinging around, landing a Burn Out, almost putting Kazys out of the ring. If it wasn't for a little teetering from Ares, the Battle Royal would have two left. Phoenix gets back into the ring, jumping to the second rope and landing an Asai DDT on Ares. He puts a forearm into Kazys and goes over to the ropes, running up the buckles effortlessly and flipping himself around for an inverted From the Ashes.

Nick: PHOENIX GOING FOR THE-

And just like that, his dream ends.

Kazys clips his legs out from underneath him, flips him back onto the ropes and shoves him out of the ring.

Eliminated: Jay Phoenix

Nick: With that, we are down to the Wolves of Slaughter themselves.

Richard: It doesn't look like Kazys wants to wait either.

Nick: One of these two will contend for the Universal Championship in the near future.

Kazys picks up his partner and shoves her head to the side, locking her around the waist. Picking her up, he looks to land the Kryzhiu Kalnas and book the match once and for all.

But the little firecracker that is Elise Ares isn't going to allow that, tilting her body to the side and slipping away. She bounces off the ropes, landing a spinning enziguri kick that stifles Kazys and puts him back on his heels. Rushing forward, The Havana Harlot leaps into the air and connects with an Amethystation punch that almost shoots Kazys over the ropes and onto the floor. A boot to the midsection brings Kazys' head down and sends Elise scurrying over to the ropes, leaping up top and swinging her body around to perform the Cuban Necktie. Kazys neck shifts at an awkward angle on the mat, leaving Elise little choice but to head outside the ring and go up top, looking for the big time win.

Nick: Your Feature Presentation on the way. If she hits this, all the air is gonna go out and Kazys is gonna be practically gone.

Richard: Hard part will be getting him over the ropes.

Without hesitation, Elise flips head over heels into the Phoenix Splash. Curling herself tighter, she goes for the double knee drop onto the abdomen of Iron Wolf...

But he slips out of the way and Elise rolls through. Kazys spins himself around and catches Elise with a stinging and violent lariat. It's enough to drop most people cold.

Kazys takes the opportunity given to him, yanking Elise from the mat and putting both hands around her neck, squeezing before lifting her up into the air. Elise suspects a choke bomb and accelerates herself overhead, looking for a hurricanrana.

He'll have to apologize later, but that's exactly what Kazys wanted her to think.

He shifts her body weight onto the shoulders and falls backwards. Half her body hangs in front of his head and half behind it. Kazys shifts her forward, effectively landing the Kryzhiu Kalnas. The impact sends Elise head first into the canvas, thrown backwards and over the ropes onto the floor. Both feet hit the black ring mat.

Eliminated: Elise Ares

DING! DING! DING!

Vince Howard: YOUR WINNER OF THE REVOLUTION 200 BATTLE ROYAL...KAZYSSSSSSSSSSSSSS JANKAUSKAS!

Nick: The Wolves of Slaughter managed to survive the entire 18 person field and bring it down to themselves. Ultimately, I think Elise wanted it that way.

Richard: Man is Kazys gonna have some splainin to do when he gets in the back.

Nick: He might have a lot, but he's got one thing she does, a Universal Championship shot.

Richard: She has a 5 Star shot, but you can't tell me she didn't want more.

Nick: I expect she did. You have to applaud them both for effort even if they aren't the most likable characters on the roster.

Richard: This has been one hell of a night, Stuart.

Nick: Indeed it has, Richard. We've seen some great returns, a lot of great matches and that battle royal to wrap up the evening. For Richard Parker, I'm Nick Stuart, we'll see you at ReVolution 201.

The cameras get a close up of Elise Ares, staring up in the ring at the newest superstar to be thrust into the elite category of PRIME. Perhaps one of the most unlikely candidates around, but nonetheless, he is now big time

Kazys Jankauskas

Even he doesn't know what to do about having his hand raised in victory.

A display of fireworks light up the aisleways while the PRIME logo flashes on the bottom of the screen, the image of Iron Wolf on the big screen.