Backstage, tensions are high.

There are two rings out there in Wembley Stadium. Two rings covered by a monstrosity called the Dual Halo. The locker rooms are full of people, people in ridiculous outfits, with intense expressions and big dreams. Some of them are outsiders, drawn here by the lure of impressive reward. Some of them are loyal soldiers, lifers in this place, looking for that one big break.

She has no place on either side.

The redhead is in the hallway, one boot heel resting on a large, wheeled cube -- the kind of thing that transports a spotlight. Her toe is pointed, and she leans out, unwrapped fists grasping at the point of it. Her groan is quickly stifled, aching joints and overworked muscles crying out. The response from the crowd inside is a muted jeer, and her head drops as if she can hear it, shoulder-length hair slipping over carved-from-marble features. It's not a reaction she was unprepared for.

She is Alexandra Pierce, Sin City Championship Wrestling's Spider in the Web, the former Desade, chief architect of the events that led to the Cataclysm, and, most recently, the GTT7 Champion.

"I still don't understand why you're out here."

The speaker is a girl, easy to miss seated on the hard tile floor, her knees drawn up. She's barely sixteen, a long fall of dark hair spilling back into a lazy tail that sprouts from the back of her head like a tail. Her name is Quinn Gregory, and she looks up to her mother, adjusting her eyeglasses.

Quinn: They would've let you in. They would have given you space.

If you asked a wrestling fan what they might remember the most about Desade, at the top of the list would be those eyes, flecks of hard grey stone that have brought men twice her size to a halt. Gregory's smile only stretches.

Pierce: I never would have asked.

Quinn: You need to relax.

Pierce: If I was going to relax, I wouldn't be here.

A bare smile slips across the Spider's bloodless lips -- one that quickly fades away as her gaze skims past her daughter down the hallway.

Alexandra Pierce is not the only one seeking solace in the moments leading up to the Dual Halo match.

He is Jason Snow, the Original Villain, all lean muscle wrapped in more talent than most people in this sport could ever hope for. Those are lips that we're used to seeing twisted into an arrogant, self-satisfied grin, one that is notably missing as he walks -- no, prowls -- the hallways. Among his list of accomplishments is the GTT6 championship trophy.

He has not noticed the Spider, or perhaps not deigned to notice her, rolling one arm lazily, his thoughts elsewhere, perhaps on last night’s war with Brandon Youngblood. Alexandra straightens, her lips pressing together in a line. Just as her reputation precedes her, his precedes him. She tips her face down to her daughter, her hand extended.

Pierce: Come.

Quinn: What?

Pierce: Don't argue.

Gregory allows herself to be tugged to her feet, and once she's able to see what has her mother worried, Quinn's sea-green eyes widen.

Quinn: Ohmigod.

Pierce: Don't dawdle.

Quinn: That's Jason Snow.

Pierce: It is, which is why we're going.

The relentless tug on her arm leads the teen down the hall, her face over her shoulder.

Quinn: He's… a lot cuter than I expected.

Pierce: Bite your tongue.

Quinn: What? I'm just saying!

It's difficult to imagine Desade fleeing anything, let alone one man in a hallway, but such is life. Perhaps it's the movement that attracts his attention. Perhaps he's so used to the attention that he's expecting another ring rat.

Whatever the reason, Snow turns. his eyebrows crooking. Alex hears a door at the end of the hall -- it's probably just someone ducking out of a room, but to her, it's an invitation to an ambush, and she turns back towards Snow, jaw set. Her head lifts slightly, chin thrust out in greeting.

Pierce: Jason.

Her daughter falls into place behind her, tucking her chin to avoid the Villain's gaze. He notices her staring, which normally would spark his ire, but tonight, he only smiles a little bit and flashes her a wink. Quinn looks away.

Snow: That your daughter?

He sounds almost amused. Alex nods, surprised by the question and maybe a little uncomfortable with it. Snow puts his gym back down on the floor and pulls up a nearby chair.

And of course, there’s an elephant in the room. Pierce is GTT7’s champion – Snow, the champion of GTT6. He unzips his bag and keeps his eyes on it while he speaks.

Snow: I’ve been meaning to congratulate you on the big win.

The Spider has learned to be wary of a great many thing, but if she had to find a name for all of them, it would be "the irregular," and Jason Snow congratulating her definitely qualified. From what she’d seen on TV, she was expecting to be berated, either for taking over his throne or for simply being a woman. But the Jason Snow in front of her is a far cry from any she’s ever seen.

Pierce: Thank you.

Snow: Wear the crown. Enjoy the ride. You never know when it all might end. You can’t forget to take a moment to look around and breathe it in, you know?

Is this really Jason Snow at all?

Pierce: I must say… you are not what I expected.

Snow smirks, eyes still on his bag.

Snow: I get that a lot. What’s her name?

Pierce: Who?

Snow nods to Quinn.

As strange as it is to imagine Alexandra Pierce fleeing, it is even odder to imagine the well-learned Marquis taken aback. But she looks simply unsure of whether or not to answer the question – is this some strange sort of trap? Is Snow baiting her? Is this all part of some strange, absurd strategy he thinks might win him the Halo? By the look of him, he barely seems to be thinking about the Halo at all. He seems to be thinking about more than the Halo, really.

Weighing options, running through points and counterpoints in her mind, the former Desade does not respond.

Her daughter does.

Quinn: I’m Quinn. Quinn Gregory. Well, Quinn Gregory-Pierce, I guess.

Snow smiles again.

Snow: Nice to meet you Quinn Gregory Pierce. My name’s Jason Snow.

Quinn: I know. I mean, I… I've seen you on TV.

Snow: Yeah? Here. I’ve got a present for you.

He reaches into his bag, setting off alarm bells in the Spider’s head. One arm sweeps out, meant to thrust her daughter behind her.

Pierce: Now just wait a mom--

But then he pulls out a pair of snake skin boots, greenish yellow and white and black. He holds them out in Quinn’s direction. Quinn hesitates, prompting another little laugh from Snow.

Snow: They’re clean, I promise.

Quinn looks to her mother, eyebrows lifted -- requesting permission or at least requesting direction. But what can the redhead do? Her mind is clearly whirling behind those frozen marble eyes. They’re just boots. But why is he giving them to her? Quinn seems to have the same thought.

She approaches cautiously, taking the boots from Snow’s hand.

Quinn: Don’t you need them? For the Dual Halo?

Snow: I got another pair. One more. I only need one.

He zips his bag back up.

Snow: Those things are old. They’ve seen a lot of hard times, you know?

Pierce: You mean they've knocked a lot of people unconscious.

Snow: They’re good for that too.

He looks back to Quinn.

Snow: They’re probably worth something. Maybe you can put them on e-bay, or maybe put them on a shelf or something. Whatever you want. Just get some kind of use out of them. I won a lot of titles in those things. Pretty sure I wore them the night I won GTT6.

He flashes a smile at Pierce.

Quinn: Thanks.

Snow gets back on his feet, gingerly, last night’s war still creaking through his joints. He nods to Pierce.

Snow: I’ll see you out there tonight.

Pierce: You will.

Snow: Good luck, alright? And remember what I said about enjoying it. I wish I’d done more of that.

He picks up his bag and begins to walk away, tossing another wink at Quinn as he passes.

The Devil's Daughter is left holding a pair of snake skin boots that are far too big for her, but with the sense it is a pretty special present, even if she does not understand it. Instinctively, she dips her head and smells them. Pierce follows Snow with her eyes as he saunters off, her hand reflexively going to her girl’s back.

Quinn: I don’t think anyone’s ever given me boots before.

Pierce glances down at them.

Quinn: Why do you think he did that?

For once, Alexandra Pierce does not have an immediate answer; what answer can there be? She turns, rolling a shoulder still sore from… well, from any of a countless number of wars she has put herself through.

Pierce: Come on. We'll put them somewhere safe before we go out there.

It's an easy role for her to assume -- the overprotective mother. Alex guides her daughter deeper into the building, but she looks over her shoulder at the camera and in the direction Snow disappeared. Her left brow quirks.

Curiouser and curiouser.

The Dual Halo Match

Nick: Ladies and Gentlemen...Welcome to Culture Shock Night 2. Welcome...To the Dual Halo.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Richard Parker and myself will be commentating the night-

Richard: As always.

Nick: And on slate we have one match...but it is the biggest match in wrestling today.

Richard: The Dual Fucking Halo.

Nick: Just ahead of me is the structure.

A behemoth if there ever was one. The plexiglass structure covers two rings with some room on the entrance half of both rings for competitors to move about. Weapons peek out from underneath the ring. The doors on each side are sealed on the entrance leading directly to the ring. Standard wrestling stairs don the entrance sides of both rings. In the middle is a feature only seen once a year for a reason, because the bastard is hard to construct. Steel flooring decorates one side of each ring and in the middle both rings have a weak steel ladder leading up to a circular area. The rings are separated by one another and tunnels atop the walkway. To get from one ring to another, wrestlers must go through the tunnels. Covering the upper portion of the Halo is a layer of mesh flooring.

Nick: The rules for the match are...well they aren't that simple.

Richard: But we love em anyway.

Nick: This year, modifications have been made. Two superstars will come down to start off the match. After two minutes, and every two minutes afterward, a new superstar will come down the aisle and have their choice of which Halo they wish to enter.

Richard: Only idiots will choose to go into a Halo where there is insane action.

Nick: There are thirty competitors on tap for this evening's Halo. Every ten minutes the tunnels will open and superstars will be allowed to come and go as they please between rings.

Richard: Superstars can hide out in the tunnels and that has been a theme of the past.

Nick: And as such, we have added a new feature this year...A tunnel cam. It will hover over the tunnels and give us an idea of what the superstars who are stuck in there are up to. The tunnels only stay open for one minute and once they shut, superstars must wait nine more minutes before escaping or going into another ring.

Richard: Elimination does not occur when someone is thrown over the top rope.

Nick: One can only be eliminated from the match when a pinfall or submission takes place.

Richard: And the last person standing is the winner, simple as that.

Nick: Let's get started.

Richard: LET'S GO BABY!

Vince Howard: THE FOLLOWING IS THE MAIN EVENT OF NIGHT 2...THE DUAL HALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

HOOWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

Nick: This is how we're going to start out the 2010 Dual Halo, with a representative from the Tag Team of the Year, Wolves of Slaughter.

Richard: Both of whom have to be absolutely spent from the brawl they endured last night at the hands of Change in Spades and the SOB, coming up just short of their chance to re-claim the Tag gold.

"Rush" by Poisonblack hits over the speakers and the entire crowd boos in unison as "The Iron Wolf" Kazys Jankauskas makes his way through the entrance.

Nick: It's going to be the muscle of the operation, Kazys Jankauskas. He'll never make mention of the fact, but when he decides to bring his A game into a match, he's one of the most dangerous competitors on the roster. The question is, did he bring the A game for this match?

Wasting no time playing up to the crowd, the former Tag Team Champion looks to continue his luck into the Dual Halo. His eyes fixate on the prize within the halo as he enters the match like every other... with violent intentions.

Nick: I am referencing the ReVolution 200 Battle Royal where Kazys was able to earn a Universal Championship match by eliminating nineteen other competitors. Immediately afterward, The Iron Wolf sold the shot to Tyler Nelson.

Richard: Well, nobody said Kazys was the smartest in the world at making business decisions. Although, that night proves he's more than capable of handling his business in the ring, and I don't think he'll be striking any deals with the powers that be should he win this match.

Nick: Now we have to see who is going to be joining him...

"Eyesore" by Janus hits the speakers. The crowd gets whipped into a frenzy, wondering just which member of the Spades is to arrive on the scene. Nitz Donnelly breaks the curtain apart, winning a louder pop from the crowd. He stands on stage for a moment and walks down the aisle, the air of confidence surrounding him. As the crowd chants...

PRIME THAT SHIT! PRIME THAT SHIT!

Richard: Sweet Hoyt will that chant never die?

Nick: The Ego must be anxious to get in there for his first ever Dual Halo. He has the endurance to really last and these people are really behind him!

Nitz runs his fingers through his hair one last time and sprints for the last few yards and enters. He is the second man in the asylum.

DING! DING! DING!

Nitz Donnelly and Kazys Jankauskas waste little time tearing into each other. Kazys goes for a collar and elbow lockup, but is met by The Ego's discus forearm. Kazys tries to reach out and lock Donnelly up, but the much quicker Tag Champion isn't in the mood to be held down. He wraps another forearm around the skull of The Iron Wolf and connects on the knee with a Muay Thai leg strike. Jankauskas powers through the stingy offense and takes hold of Donnelly, grabbing him around the throat and slinging him into the corner. Donnelly slides out of the way before Jankauskas can bulrush, and put almost three hundred pounds on his sternum.

Nick: Donnelly thinking on his feet and he'll have to against Kazys.

Donnelly does a hard run off the opposite side ropes and leaps into the air. He almost takes himself out of the ring and onto the floor with a big time discus clothesline. Jankauskas doesn't leave his feet, stumbling out to the center of the ring and groggily scanning for signs of his opposition. Donnelly takes to the air, springboarding onto the top rope and propelling himself forward, hooking the neck for a somersault neckbreaker.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: One hell of a move right there by -

Richard: I swear to mother of God if you botch that, you will ruin one of my lifelong dreams. The DONNELLY~

Nick: Feel better about yourself?

Richard: Extremely

Donnelly swings around to his feet and puts the boots to Jankauskas, frustrating The Iron Wolf in his attempt to get back up. A soccer kick to the head infuriates Kazys enough to shove Donnelly away, but the shove only seems to give Nitz some new ideas about how to keep his larger rival down. Another quick whip off the ropes and Donnelly charges back, soaring through the air, and lands a shining wizard flush on the right side of the head. Kazys slumps onto his back, leaving Donnelly the opportunity to get the first cover of the night.

ONE

TWO

THR-

Richard: Not going to get a cover on such a powerhouse this early in the contest.

Nick: Donnelly isn't going to stop though.

The Ego heads straight for Kazys and arches himself backwards in a standing shooting star press. He rolls Kazys over, making sure to put all of his weight down on the head and face just to cause an extra bit of pain. Donnelly ascends the ropes, gaining full balance on the top rope. He gives a glance out to the crowd before turning himself forward, hoping to execute a 450 splash onto The Iron Wolf.

Nick: Donnelly going for a big time aerial maneuver right out of the gate-

Nitz receives an unexpected surprise when Kazys throws his knees up. The Ego doubles over, clutching at his gut while his feet still move as if they are on a very fast treadmill.

Richard: Epic fail.

Kazys shifts determined eyes toward the PRIME*View and observes the clock. Twenty seconds left until the next superstar enters the fray.

Nick: Kazys might have the same idea in mind, get Donnelly out of the way early and hold court in Halo 1.

Richard: I wouldn't want to get in there with that kind of genetically jacked robot.

The Iron Wolf yanks Donnelly up by the hair and locks his arms firmly around the waist, slinging him around in a belly to belly side suplex. All of the remaining air is sucked from Donnelly's lungs when Kazys follows up with a massive splash.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: A boatload of power from The Iron Wolf.

Donnelly rolls over onto his stomach to avoid further punishment, but punishment happens regardless of the position with The Iron Wolf. He takes a handful of Donnelly's locks and pulls him up from the canvas, no assistance from Donnelly or the ropes. The second Donnelly's wobbly body is erect, The Iron Wolf has Nitz's right arm clutched between spaghetti legs and slips his own head underneath Nitz's left arm.

Nick: These two aren't playing around. Kazys is setting up for a wrist clutch exploder suplex.

Richard: Or as he would call it...

Richard glances down at his cue card.

Richard: Labanakt

Nick hands Richard a gold star and pats him on the head.

Nitz tries to avoid going over while some in the crowd have turned to the clock. Five seconds remaining before Entrant number 3.

Kazys pushes Donnelly up, but The Ego kicks and squirms, tries to turn his body, anything to get out of the hold and back on safe ground. Kazys, strong as he is, can't keep the grip of a man fighting so vehemently. Thanks to the natural positioning, Donnelly is able to get his feet on the top rope and spin away, taking Kazys with him and transferring positions.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: PRIDE BEFORE THE FALL! NITZ HIT IT! COVER!

00:02:00
BUZZER

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Eliminated: Kazys Jankauskas

Nick: We have an elimination! In the first two minutes! Kazys Jankauskas has been eliminated!

Richard: The hell with that, we have a new superstar coming down the aisle.

‘Over and Under’ by Egypt Central begins to play into the arena as a bright spotlight flashes on and shines at the center of the stage.

I know you'll be there
To see the tables turning
Wake up tomorrow
And watch the bridges burning

The lyrics cause all the PRIME faithful to instantly boo. The sounds of this entrance music causing them to become instantly annoyed by the mere fact that PRIME even allowed this particular guy to be a part of a PRIME show again. Their booing intensifies as the curtains are thrown back and four men slowly step forward with long pieces of wood thrown over their shoulders.

Nick: We'll get back to the elimination momentarily but you’ve got to be kidding me about this. Who does this guy think he is?

Richard: Isn’t it obvious? He’s royalty and as such he’s making sure he’s treated as such.

(Pre-chorus)
I can see
I can see it in your eyes
I can feel
I can feel it in my mind
I don't care
I don't care if you realize
What you see
What you see in my eyes

(Chorus)
I'm over me being under you
I'm breaking free I'm breaking through
I've overcome all I'm underneath

Attached to the pieces of wood that is over each persons shoulder in front, with four more gentlemen just like them holding the other end of the wood on their shoulders in the back, is an extremely expensive looking, and overly extravagant palanquin. The pillow covered couch is where Champ Chamberlain, decked out in a expensive blue rope, with diamonds covering it, sits as he smiles at the crowd and waves.

Richard: Only the finest form of travel for the elite class of the world.

Nick: It looks like a way to make human beings into slaves if you ask me.

Richard: Which no one did.

Remember when we
First had the thought of living
A perfect picture
But I did all the giving
Gave up my passions
To try to make you happy
The joke is over
And I'll do all the laughing

Slowly, carefully, thoughtfully the 8 men carry the palanquin that houses The Man In Demand toward the giant Halo structures. Along the way Champ continues to smile at the crowd and occasionally blows some kisses at what he believes, cause he’s completely delusional and nuts, are his adoring fans.

Once they’re within a few feet of the giant structures the 8 men kneel down and carefully place the palanquin on the ground. For a few seconds Champ sits checking his robe, and his boots, to make sure everything is just right and in it’s proper place before he slowly exits the man powered device of leisurely travel. He then throws his hands into the air and smiles while turning all around the arena to tell all the booing fans that he loves them as well.

Nick: Without a doubt one of the more delusional people we’ve ever had walk through the doors of PRIME.

Richard: What you mistake for delusional those of us in the sane world recognize as confidence, brilliance, and an overall knowledge of one's self worth.

Nick: Are you his agent now?

Richard: Gosh I wish!

Nick: He's wasted up about a full ninety seconds on the entrance.

Richard: He's royalty, Nick. He can do pretty much whatever he pleases. This is the Dual Halo, a match for everybody from all walks of the wrestling lifestyle to display their talents.

Nick: Champ is displaying his talents alright. Look at him talking to the crowd about that palanquin business he rode in on. He's real proud of himself and Nitz is chomping at the bit for him to get in the ring.

Richard: Someone like Champ Chamberlain should enter a ring at their own leisure.

Nick: Meanwhile, back to actual Halo matters. Kazys Jankauskas, one half of the former Tag Team Champions, has already been eliminated.

Richard: Yeah, yeah, we get that, Nick, thanks for the concern, but Champ Chamberlain is strutting his stuff on the outside.

Nick: Who gives a crap, this guy has about as much chance of winning the Halo as you would going through a buffet and being able to only eat salad.

Richard: I could do it...but I just don't want to.

Nick: I'm sure you could, and we're getting down to the point where Champ is going to have to climb in the Halo. We're about ten seconds away from the next competitor stepping into the fray.

The laziness of Champ Chamberlain continues while he saunters around the ring. When arriving at the entrance of Halo 1, he stops and glares at The Ego with a sneer. Champ provides a dismissive wave and power walks around the Halo, pausing to point out the fabulousness of his robe before stepping into Halo 2.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: What an absolute tool.

Richard: I can dig it. He just saw how destructive Donnelly was and doesn't want his robe getting messed up this early. Champ is here to stay.

00:03:58
00:03:59
00:04:00
BUZZER!

The arena lights dim down, engulfing the fans in darkness. The opening of 'Remedy' by Seether hits.

Nick: The former Universal Champion making his way into the action.

"Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me
And speak but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore you see
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you
My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear
If you want me hold me back"

A series of white pyro explode from the ring posts lighting up the arena momentarily……

"Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

Some more pyro lights up the arena………

"I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away
So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too long
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for pleasure
I see my heart explode, it's been eroded by the weather here
If you want me hold me back"

In the shadows of the pyros, Boda appears on the ramp

"Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

Two sets of pyros shoot down from the rafters to the stage at the top of the ramp…..

"Hold your eyes closed, take me in
Hold your eyes closed, take me in"

As "Remedy" by Seether fades out, the lights come back on, simultaneously with a thunder of pyros from the stage……

"Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

Vince Howard: He is a former Universal Champion, a member of The Standard of Bastards.......He is BODAAAAAA!

Boda charges into Halo 1 and pounces on The Ego. With over one hundred pounds in his favor, the former Universal Champion is able to land some vicious right and left combinations. Donnelly doesn't back away, despite brawling not being his forte. The Ego tries a kick to the midsection, but the adrenaline charged Boda doesn't flinch. He grabs Donnelly from a standing position and releases him in a belly to belly overhead suplex.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Champ Chamberlain gives a delighted chuckle while Boda furiously stomps away at The Ego.

Nick: These two are only going to get a minute with each other before the fifth entrant steps into the Halo.

Richard: Boda should only need about a minute for this massacre.

Boda turns around and walks with purpose toward Donnelly. He kneels down and reels off an insulting slap to The Ego's face. Donnelly's entire body curves like a fish out of water. The slap wasn't that vicious, but being devalued by Boda infuriates Donnelly enough to rise up and charge forward, swinging carelessly with punches. Most don't land and Boda has enough sense of mind to maneuver backwards, making Donnelly follow him into the corner. Much to Boda's dismay, Donnelly catches him off guard with a leaping spin kick. A small cut opens up on Boda's face, blood trickling down his cheek.

Ooooooooooooo!

Nick: The first blood of Culture Shock Night 2.

Richard: Do you really want to make that man angry? Donnelly is about to pay a price.

The tilting of Boda's head leads Donnelly to believe that he is a bit off balance. The Ego hits the ropes like a wild man, rushing ahead and looking for a high impact maneuver.

Richard: Watch out for this!

When Boda sticks his boot out, whatever move the opponent is thinking of becomes obsolete.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Donnelly falls dead in place. Boda drops an elbow across the sternum and moves in for a choke, placing both hands across the windpipe and pressing all of his weight down. Donnelly kicks and shoves at the ropes but nobody is there to help him. He could be clutching the ropes with his entire body, but thanks to the Halo structure, no referee is going to jump in and give him assistance.

Nick: Absolutely no disqualifications in the Dual Halo. Boda could do this until Donnelly passes out and pin him for the elimination.

Richard: That would be awesome.

Nick: Five seconds away from seeing the next competitor.

Champ Chamberlain glances over at the clock, indifferently awaiting the arrival of his next opponent. Who would be brazen enough to step into the Halo with such royalty?

BUZZER
00:06:00

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!

Nick: Troy Douglas is the next man to enter the Dual Halo, and he is walking towards the ring with a purpose!

Richard: That's just the stick up his ass, Nicholas.

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.

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

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 Halo, 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. Rushing around the first Halo, Douglas steps inside Halo 2 and comes fist to face with Champ Chamberlain.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Chamberlain is going to get some much needed action.

Richard: No! No! He's royalty goddammit!

Nick: I don't think Megatron cares who he ends up hitting. He's out here to kick ass and take names.

Being caught in his celebratory robe, Chamberlain doesn't know whether to be offended or run for his life. Douglas lays in very stiff shots, not the welcoming committee 'The Man in Demand' expected upon his return to the land of PRIME. Megatron punts the robe out of the squared circle and then punts Champ in the breadbasket, doubling him over toward the corner. The former Intense Champion rushes in and knocks Champ for a loop with a forearm. Douglas follows into a Muay Thai clinch and lands a series of powerful knees to the forehead.

Richard: He's getting mauled.

Nick: Much like those men who carried him to the ring. I wonder if Champ provided them with insurance.

Richard: Health insurance is a myth just like the moon and Family Guy being a parody of the Simpsons.

Over in Halo 1, Boda whips Donnelly into the ropes and lowers his head. Half the folks in England expect Donnelly to knock his head off with a stiff kick, but The Ego is aware of Boda's veteran presence and decides to roll over and flip behind him. The Ego backpedals and bounces off the ropes, dropkicking the former Universal Champion in the groin.

Richard: HEY! That's...That is so not fair.

Nick: What are you going to do about it?

Richard: I ought to go in there and tell Donnelly he's not playing by the rules.

Nick: This is the Dual Halo Richard, there are no rules.

Richard: I'm talking about the rules of manhood you dumb ingrate. You don't do that to another dude.

Even for a man of Boda's size and stature, a kick to the balls is going to hurt. Donnelly uses the advantage and runs off the ropes again. Boda is a sitting duck for the Donnelly bulldog that rocks the ring and puts the enforcer of SOB on his back. Donnelly goes for a cover.

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Boda throws his upper body to the side and kicks out. Champ Chamberlain, having examined the technical prowess involved in Donnelly's low blow, uses one of his own against Megatron. Chamberlain takes full advantage of his newfound dominance by reaching behind Douglas' head and driving him into the canvas with a side Russian leg sweep. Champ gets to his feet and showboats for the crowd, pointing down at Douglas and boasting about how easy it was to fall the former Intense Champion. Champ goes to turn around and display his handiwork for a few remaining doubters, but when he looks down at where Douglas should be, all he finds is canvas. Empty canvas.

Nick: Champ is about to get launched and the turbulence is going to be a nightmare.

Champ's eyes go big and for good reason. Douglas slams a giant knee into Champ that sends him over the ropes and onto the floor.

Nick: That's what you get for trying to be a pompous ass.

Richard: Royalty shouldn't be disrespected like that.

Nick: What, if anything, makes him royal?

Richard: Do you know how balla that entrance was? He's the king of awesome entrances.

While Donnelly jumps up to the third rope and arches himself back for a triple jump moonsault, most eyes turn toward the clock and the entrance ramp.

00:07:58
00:07:59
00:08:00
BUZZER

"Right Next Door to Hell" by Guns N’ Roses
 
Snow charges down the ramp, looking for a fight.

Nick: Oh boy, the Universal Champion is on his way down the ramp.

Richard: Number 6 with a bullet, baby. Watch out Nitz Donnelly.

Nick: Should definitely be no surprise that Snow is going into Halo 1. The odds are stacked against The Ego.

Richard: Nobody can withstand the current and a former Universal Champion, especially when they are the caliber of Jason Snow and Boda.

The Original Villain piles into Halo 1 where The Ego is waiting on him, welcoming the champ into the melee with a big right hand. Snow brushes off the punch and fires one of his own. Donnelly lands a second one and goes to close the distance, holding a bit more in the speed department than the Universal Champion. Donnelly whips Snow into the ropes, but Snow reverses the whip and lands a drop toe hold. Boda hits the west side ropes and rocks the ring with a 335 pound splash across Donnelly's back.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: You can anticipate Snow and Boda will be focusing on that for the foreseeable future.

Richard: These two should have gone into the opening contest at Night 1, perhaps they would have come out Champions then.

Boda brings Donnelly to his feet and receives a right to the midsection for his trouble. Boda clobbers Donnelly in the back with an elbow. Snow gets underneath the left arm of Donnelly and hoists him into the waiting arms of Boda. The Enforcer takes control of The Ego and violently falls backwards. Donnelly's throat catches the top rope. Snow lands a forearm to the kidneys and then rolls backwards, latching onto the leg and head of Donnelly. Both men end in a standing position, or rather the perfect position for Boda to pierce Donnelly in half with a massive spear.

Nick: Donnelly is going to be at a big time disadvantage for at least four minutes-

Richard: If he is able to last that long.

Nick: Snow and Boda are dominating him at the moment and I don't envision someone coming from the back to deal with this tandem unless they have a lot of guts.

Richard: Or a really low IQ.

Over in Halo 2, Douglas and Chamberlain are back in the ring hammering out their differences. Well that's not entirely accurate. Douglas hammer fists Chamberlain into the corner. With his head resting comfortably against the bottom turnbuckle, Chamberlain watches as Megatron shoots off the opposite side ropes and charges ahead with a brutal knee to the forehead. Chamberlain's entire body rises up over the bottom rope and outside to the steel flooring.

Nick: A showman like Chamberlain really shouldn't be trying to match wrestling intellect with Troy Douglas. Even if he's not in the league of Brandon Youngblood, he's no slouch.

Richard: Just you wait, Chamberlain is going to get his proper revenge.

Douglas hits the other side of the ring and soars in between the second and third rope with a tope con hilo, toppling both himself and Chamberlain against the Halo. When Douglas gets to his feet, rubbing at his ribs, he doesn't juke and jive for the crowd. Instead, he takes the head of Chamberlain and slams it into the Halo. Douglas is aware of the insult to injury game and decides to invoke a little of that when grabbing Chamberlain's robe. With hands shoulder length apart in front of his body, Douglas wraps the robe around Chamberlain's throat and squeezes.

Richard: Right in front of me. HEY DOUGLAS, WHY DON'T YOU BE A MAN AND FINISH HIM IN THE RING?

Over the rowdiness of the crowd, Douglas doesn't hear Richard. The commentator sits back down and sulks.

In Halo 1, the situation of Nitz Donnelly has gone from bad to worse. The Ego has been tied up in the ropes by Snow and Boda, both men lighting up his forehead with right hands. A small cut over said forehead has opened up, which only intensifies the right hands from Snow and Boda. Both men are trying to best the other in splitting Donnelly open even further. The Ego instinctively kicks whenever knuckles collide with his forehead, but there is little he can do to get out of the situation. The Standard of Bastards know victory is only moments away if they keep with the game plan.

Nick: Donnelly, who had a ton of confidence at the start of the Halo by eliminating Kazys Jankauskas, is now possibly moments away from being eliminated himself.

Richard: The luck of the draw is a mysterious thing.

Nick: Yeah, I'm sure after 220 when Change in Spades held a barbeque in the parking lot that the drawing for the Halo was fair and balanced.

Richard: You have no respect for authority.

Douglas relinquishes the chokehold on Chamberlain, leaving Champ spitting expensive fibers while getting shoved underneath the bottom rope. Douglas glances over at Halo 1 and notices the quagmire Donnelly is in before staring up at the clock. Only about ten seconds before lucky number seven is slated to step in, but more importantly ten seconds before the first opening of the tunnels.

Richard: Caveman can interpret numbers, oh nos.

Megatron looks at Chamberlain, clinging to his legs and fighting for a vertical base. He glances back at Donnelly tied in the ropes. Douglas decides help is needed over in Halo 1 and gives Chamberlain one final knee before stepping out onto the steel flooring and ascending the ladder.

Nick: Well, here comes the most intriguing prospect of the Dual Halo. Every ten minutes the tunnels open and superstars are allowed to switch from Halo 1 to 2 or vice versa.

Richard: Douglas is willingly going to put himself in harm's way against Snow and Boda. What a moron.

00:09:58
00:09:59
00:10:00

BUZZER!

A hollowbody guitar sounds in open-G, the bluesy strut of it: Death Letter by the White Stripes. Jackson Rust stepped onto the stage, the grandest stage perhaps he ever came to or ever will. He wore white rights half of which bore a checkerboard pattern, the other half plain save for his surname banded around the thigh. A handful of white fireworks piped upwards and crackled. The former DWO World champion reviewed the bedlam before him, his face downturned for a second. What was he doing here. What could he do here. He shuddered and looked up and as Jack White started playing slide blues Rust came down the rampway, he played up to the fans—smiled, grinned, touched hands, nodding with their support. The Dual Halo stood in wait for him. Well all right. He went to Halo 2.

Troy Douglas waits for the moment when Boda and Snow aren't paying attention to the Halos before sprinting from Halo 2 into Halo 1 and dropping from the upper level. Snow turns Boda around, making him take the brunt of the Megatron splash.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Troy Douglas coming down from the heavens onto Boda.

Richard: Absolutely disgusting. I can't believe we allow such debauchery to go on within the confines of the best wrestling organization in the world.

The Original Villain puts boots into the back of Megatron while Douglas is pummeling Boda with fisticuffs and trying to land an elbow. The distraction allows Donnelly some much needed rest, even though he's still stuck in a compromising state. When his boots don't work, Snow grabs Douglas by the head and pulls him from the canvas, fingernails digging into the skull. He's now got the full attention of the former Intense Champion. Snow finds out just how much attention when he's flipped over in a fireman's carry.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The move also makes Snow throw both of his feet into Boda's groin. Douglas drops a leg across Snow's throat and locks him in a short arm scissors.

Richard: No way he's going to get Snow out of here via submission.

Nick: Boda won't be getting up for a while after that second low blow.

Donnelly strains against the ropes but still can't free himself.

Over in Halo 2, Jackson Rust receives a swinging neckbreaker from Champ Chamberlain. The Man in Demand puts a boot into Rust's back, almost killing any momentum he had entering the Halo. With a slap to the back of the head, Chamberlain rolls Jackson over and tries for the cover.

He doesn't get a one count.

Nick: The tunnels are now closed, ladies and gentlemen. They will not open again until the twenty minute mark.

Jackson Rust didn't come here to be treated like a low level jobber, especially by someone with the arrogance of The Center of Attention. He gets to a standing position, eats a forearm from Chamberlain, and allows Champ's confidence to overflow with an Irish whip. Chamberlain points out to the crowd and tells them to watch what happens. The Champ gets a head of steam and bolts ahead.

Richard: This is going to be the greatest moment in wrestling his-

It's safe to say he didn't anticipate Rust scaling him and landing a hurricanrana. Champ stumbles to his feet confused, and endures an enziguri. Rust assists him to the canvas with a forward slam.

Nick: I'm sorry, what were you in the process of saying?

Richard: Drop dead, bitch.

Boda pulls against the ropes and gets to a vertical base. He looks over to his right and finds Douglas with a boot against Jason Snow's throat. The Enforcer springs into action, wrapping his arm around the neck of Douglas and burying him into the mat with a reverse DDT.

Nick: The numbers game is simply too much for Douglas to overcome. He's falling prey to the same trap Donnelly did moments ago.

The Universal Champion rises from the canvas and drops a knee across Megatron's forehead. Donnelly has just about freed himself from the entanglement of the ropes and desperately wants back in the match. Perhaps not to help Douglas as much as he wants to lay the wood to the two men who put him in this quandary.

Richard: Even if Donnelly does get himself free, I don't like their chances.

In Halo 2, Jackson Rust rams his shoulder into the gut of Champ Chamberlain, following up with a forearm and spinning back kick combination. The Man in Demand stumbles to center ring and wobbles around. He has become Jell-O man. Jackson Rust springboards to the top rope and throws himself backwards in a moonsault position all while kicking his legs like he's on a bicycle. Chamberlain wearily looks up at the last moment to see Rust crashing down on him with the high impact maneuver. Rust goes over and looks for a cover.

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Chamberlain manages a foot on the rope. After looking at the clock, Rust doesn't mix his time with stalling and rolls underneath the bottom rope. He continues rolling onto the steel flooring until reaching the ladder and climbs up to the middle rung.

Nick: Jackson Rust going for the end all to be all right here.

When The Center of Attention takes a vertical base, Rust soars through the air in a cartwheel motion toward him. Perhaps he's looking for some kind of lethal kick or side moonsault-

Nick: Oh God, Chamberlain caught him!

Instead, he receives a nasty T-Bone suplex which sends him out of the ring onto the floor.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Even Champ is a bit astonished by what he just pulled off.

00:12:00
BUZZER!

The opening to Perfect Strangers plays over the PA system.

In Halo 1, Jason Snow and Boda continue their assault on Troy Douglas while the opening to Perfect Strangers blares through the building. Neither man cares who steps through the curtain because they aren't aware of the entrance music. Snow delivers stinging right hands while Boda restrains Douglas, much in the fashion Donnelly was restrained in the ropes earlier.

Yes, the word had was used because Donnelly is now liberated. He springboards onto the top rope, grasps the ladder, scales like a monkey, and corkscrews through the air onto both of his rivals.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

After twenty seconds, Black Death walks out from the back stage to the ramp. He stops and takes a look at the crowd with his hands on his hips.

Richard: That is one big individual standing at the top of the ramp right there.

Nick: Black Death, 6'9 and 300 pounds. Whatever Halo he decides to step into is going to have its complexity changed pretty quickly.

Champ Chamberlain looks up the ramp, having made eye contact with the new arrival.

Black Death has a neutral look on his face. He stands there for about 10 seconds just watching the crowd looking from left to right. He makes a slow jog down to the ring, slides in under the bottom rope of Halo 2 and moves into a free corner to observe whats going on in the ring.

Nick: Chamberlain has gone from dealing with a veteran like Jackson Rust to dealing with an absolute monster in Black Death.

Richard: Death has also been in the business twelve years, but if anybody can take him down it's Champ.

Nick: I'd love to hear the logic behind that.

Richard: I'd present it to you but I don't have any.

Chamberlain walks out to the center of his Halo and offers a handshake to Black Death. The big man calmly observes Chamberlain and looks out at the crowd for advice. Of the 90,000 he can see, everybody is giving a resounding No. Death slowly turns his head back to Chamberlain and lifts him up onto the right shoulder in a cutter position. Before Champ can think up a new way to haggle, Black Death falls backwards and lands his Death Cutter. He rolls Champ over and covers him.

Nick: Black Death looking to make an immediate impact.

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Richard: Not going to be able to pull that one off, not against The Man in Demand.

Nick: Adrenaline saved him, but he's outnumbered and not many people in the back are going to come out for help.

Richard: Such a shame.

Chamberlain gets a shoulder up, rolling over to the side and trying to get the maximum amount of distance he can from Black Death. A roll onto the floor bides him a second of time, before the other man in his Halo, Jackson Rust, tosses him back into the ring. Chamberlain gets a horrified look on his face when he senses Black Death behind him.

Nick: Chamberlain looks like he's about to cry.

Richard: If it were Chainz behind him, he already would be.

Nick: Nice mental image there, Rich.

The horrified look becomes an almost full on bugged out look when Death locks him around the arms and pulls him back for a Full Nelson release suplex. Chamberlain bounces off the mat like a ping pong ball and hits the steel flooring on the opposite side of the ring.

Nick: That could have snapped his neck.

Richard: I hope Black Death is proud of himself because that was the closest he's ever going to get to royalty.

Nick: I think he'll live.

In Halo 1, Nitz Donnelly is going to work on Jason Snow, landing forearm after forearm in the corner. The blood over his eyes doesn't appear to be a factor. Megatron and Boda engage in a clinch battle, which should be pretty one-sided for the former Universal Champion. Although, Troy has made a habit out of annoying people via the simplest nuisances. Boda tries to pick Troy off the canvas, but Megatron sneaks his foot into the midsection and turns Boda around into a small package.

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Boda powers out and both men scamper to their feet. Jason Snow leaps over Boda after being Irish whipped by Donnelly. The Ego uses Boda as a springboard to nail a Whisper in the Wind on Snow, taking both men down to the ringside mats. The use of Boda as said springboard allows Douglas to beat the big man up by half a second and grab him around the waist, hoisting him up high and into a gutwrench powerbomb. Now it's Douglas' turn to try a cover.

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Nick: Three different brawls going on in the Halo and here we go.

00:14:00
BUZZER

The blaring, warbling tune of tune of "Stealing Fat" by The Dust Brothers blares over the loudspeaker as "SUTHERLAND" in bold, red letters appears on the PRIME*View, followed by footage of Sutherland and his antics throughout his tenure at PRIME. Quickly, Sutherland emerges from the backstage area, in his brown pants, green t-shirt, red suspenders, belt, boots, and leather gloves. His hair, standing high and proud on his head, flops slightly at the tips as he stands still for a moment and raises his hands over his head.

Nick: I don't think it's any secret as to what Halo he's going to be in.

Richard: The addition of Sutherland is going to make Donnelly and Douglas wish they hadn't ever thought about getting involved in this melee.

Nick: He might not directly align himself with Snow and Boda, but I don't think he's going to go against them.

Richard: Unless they admit to stealing one of his Spam Burgers. If that happens, all hell breaks loose.

Sutherland marches down to the ring, ignoring the fans outstretched arms as he moves. He barges past the referee in Halo 1 and climbs up the stairs to get into the squared circle.

Sutherland is immediately met by The High Class Ass and his right hand. Psycho Cy appears unfazed, which only prompts Donnelly to deliver another right and shoot the big man into the ropes. Sutherland doesn't reverse the whip, lightly jumping over Troy Douglas on two occasions. Donnelly goes for a hurricanrana from the ring onto the steel flooring, but Sutherland is having none of it. He switches Donnelly from the powerbomb position into a military press and shoots him high into the air. The impact resonates throughout all of Halo 1.

Richard: Hoochie mama, if Donnelly had been under the upper level, his back would be like a pretzel now.

Nick: A very impressive power display by Sutherland in his first Halo.

Richard: That's also the way to grab everybody's attention.

With Sutherland's isolation of Donnelly, Boda and Snow now have the ability to focus on Troy Douglas in a handicap fashion. Although, he's not making it easy on them by delivering alternating right hands on their foreheads.

Nick: Douglas is fighting like a caged animal here.

Richard: He's going to be as useful as one in a moment when his arms wear out.

Five punches to Snow and five punches to Boda are all that Douglas can muster before Boda collapses him in the corner with a huge knee. Snow places Megatron on the top rope and allows Boda to grasp hold of Douglas around the throat. Boda slings Douglas into the middle of the ring in a chokeslam. Snow drops down for the cover.

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Douglas powers out while Sutherland launches Donnelly overhead in a massive hip toss.

Nick: Halo 1 is probably close to two eliminations if the trio of bad guys keeps assaulting Douglas and Donnelly.

Sutherland provides a kick to the midsection of Douglas before making up the ground between himself and Donnelly for a big time splash in the corner.

Nick: 275 pounds crushing the chest of Donnelly. He's taken an insane amount of punishment in under twenty minutes.

Over in Halo 2, for the past minute, Jackson Rust and Black Death have been trading blows on Champ Chamberlain, making The Man in Demand all but plead for the next superstar to come down and enter HIS Halo. Black Death takes hold of the stumbling Chamberlain by the shoulders and lifts him up in a choke hold, putting his strength on display. Chamberlain paws at the upper body of Black Death but to no avail. Black Death is keeping this hold on whether Chamberlain likes it or not.

Nick: Chamberlain could try all day and he wouldn't be able to break this grip.

Richard: I think we're going to have more monsters in this Halo than regular sized people.

Nick: We still have two that we know of who haven't entered the ring yet, in addition to the four we already have.

Although, that is if Chamberlain likes it or not, nobody ever said anything about Jackson Rust and his springboard dropkick into the right knee of Black Death. Chamberlain puts two and two together on the way down, locking Death's head in a DDT and throwing the big man for his first loop of the Halo.

Nick: Some reluctant team work there by Rust and Chamberlain, maybe if they work together they would have a shot of eliminating Black Death.

Chamberlain holds up a fist in victory, indicating the fall of Black Death was all him. Rust rolls his eyes and lands a 360 leg drop across the throat of The Man in Demand, following up with a cover.

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Chamberlain again kicks out. Rust works a front face lock and pulls Chamberlain to his feet, lifting him upside down and placing him on the top rope. Black Death is hunched down on all fours, trying to hide any pain from the dropkick/DDT combination. Rust makes his way to the opposite side of the ring and takes off after Chamberlain, who has that same horrified expression on his face from earlier. Rust uses Black Death as a springboard and holds his feet back, making Chamberlain wait a second longer before receiving a hesitating dropkick.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Chamberlain and Rust both topple to the floor. My God what a risk from Jackson Rust.

Richard: Speaking of risks, we have Number 10 about to enter.

00:16:00
BUZZER

A subtle electronic chorus of voices wafts from the speakers as a laser blue hue pulses across the screen and over the crowd.

Vince Howard: Introducing, from Hong Kong, and weighing in at 133.3 pounds... She is the GCW Television Champion… TEEEEEEMMMPEEEEESSST!!!!
 
Flashes of lightning and quick shots of a whirling maelstrom of wind and rain illuminate the darkness on the screen accentuating the beats just as the words kick in.
 
-Your construction…
-Smells of corruption…
-I’ll manipulate…
-To recreate…
-This air to ground saga…
-Gotta launder…
-My karma…
 
The words echo as the bass beat kicks in and the images flash to that of a woman’s cobalt blue eyes flashing out of the darkness and a tumble of jet black hair, her face lit by flashes of light and a smile with a light all its own. These are interspersed with the lightning and the storm and then…
 
-I SAID HALLELUJAH TO THE SIXTEEN LOYAL FANS
 
A white hot light flashes from the screen and the real Tempest bounds from beneath the screen to a sparkling shower of blue pyro in a short one piece bodysuit webbed with shimmering lightning over black, and thigh high leg guards over her boots to match. She gets a raucous cheer from the crowd as she skips and leaps in time to the music’s heavy beat, slapping hands as she dashes to the Halo entrance, hopping up and down impatiently and grinning ear to ear as she waits for the door to open to Halo 2.


Richard: Hot stuff, coming through.

The door is unlocked. Tempest doesn't waste time, rushing up the stairs and immediately going for the ladder that leads to the upper portion of the Halo. She climbs gracefully and with a heap ton of speed. Black Death grunts and groans up to a standing position, oblivious to the fireball working her way behind him. Tempest reaches the upper level and pushes herself against the Halo before rushing forward. She drops down into the ring amidst a sea of flashbulbs and drops onto the body of Black Death. Cross body cover.

Nick: What a way to enter the Halo! She might have it here!

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Black Death presses Tempest off and tangles her feet in the ropes. Tempest knows Black Death has nineteen inches in height and about one hundred and seventy pounds on her. She's not going to match strength with such a massive human being, but she can outmaneuver him in the air. She ascends the ropes and puts her back to the ring for only a moment, corkscrewing through the air and executing a blockbuster over Black Death. Another cover.

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Another military press push from Black Death. The look on his face indicates one of great anger. He's going to relish the time when he's able to isolate her in a corner or hold her to the canvas.

Nick: Tempest is looking to stick and move in the early going since there aren't many people in either Halo, she will be a target unless she uses her quickness.

In Halo 1, Sutherland continues to dominant The Donnelly (we say it right in description, Richard) over in the corner with big knees to the midsection. Donnelly tries to get away, shove off with his arms but Sutherland is too strong. He brings Donnelly back to the corner and levels him with another knee to the gut. An elbow across the back of the head sends Donnelly down on the canvas. The foot of Psycho Cy puts Donnelly on the floor.

Nick: Quickness can only work so well against these powerful mastodons. When the speedsters are isolated in a corner, they can only pray to survive.

Richard: Pwnage.

Troy Douglas is hoisted up by Boda in a powerbomb position while Jason Snow sneaks around to Megatron's front and hooks onto the neck. Both wrestlers drop simultaneously, providing a cringe worthy moment for Douglas' fans.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: A sickening double team move by Boda and Snow.

In Halo 2, Tempest is sticking and moving on Black Death, who is growing more annoyed by the second. He reaches out and tries to tag her, but Tempest is the quickest person in the Halo by miles. Death takes a look over his shoulder and observes Chamberlain with Rust against the Halo and decides to make his move against Tempest, chasing her around and trying to cut off the ring.

Richard: Tempest about ready to get paid, made and laid the fuck out.

Nick: In more modest terms, Black Death is making his move. He's had enough of the GCW lightning rod.

Champ Chamberlain lands a forearm and slams Jackson Rust head first into the Halo. He's shaken off the effects of that hesitation dropkick quite nicely. Bragging to ringside fans that he is the star of this show, he lifts Jackson Rust in a flapjack position and slams him jaw first against the ring steps.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: It's rudimentary and lacks science but that offense is rather effective.

Richard: In the Halo, you have to survive and Chamberlain knows that. He's been in this before.

Nick: He ought to be going for the elimination of Rust because we're about twenty five seconds away from Number Eleven entering and just over two minutes away from the tunnels opening again.

Richard: The only way Chamberlain will switch is if he can get a guaranteed alliance with Jason Snow and Boda. Sutherland somehow has gotten a pass. Maybe Snow and Boda support his vending machine vendetta.

Speaking of Snow and Boda, Donnelly has been thrown in their lap by Psycho Cy and they are more than happy to see him in such a downtrodden state. Boda yanks Donnelly up while Sutherland enters the ring and takes a step back, resting against the ropes. The Big Bad Boda Daddy hooks Donnelly by the waist and flings him over with a belly to belly overhead suplex.

Nick: Donnelly with a glazed over look in his eyes. He's in dire need of some help. He better hope the next man coming down that aisle is Vance Raymes.

Richard: That would be the only guy in the back who would show unwaivering loyalty.

Sutherland decides, for the fun of it, to prod the rising Troy Douglas, slapping him in the back of the head. Sutherland lets out a hearty laugh and takes up by the shoulders. A thumb to the eye proves surprisingly fruitless. Douglas takes the hand and boots Sutherland in the midsection. Given the circumstances, Douglas decides to forgo placing Sutherland on the middle rope and wills him into the double underhook piledriver from a standard standing position.

Nick: END OF THE ROAD! SUTHERLAND GOT NAILED! COVER BY DOUGLAS!

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Eliminated: Cyrus Sutherland

Nick: Cyrus Sutherland has been eliminated! It's back to 2 on 2 in Halo 1.

Richard: Maybe not. Here comes Number 11.

00:18:00
BUZZER!


The PRIME*VIEW screen lights up with the image of an old-style compass rose, much to the confusion of the capacity crowd.

Nick: Looks like we've got another outsider on their way to the Halo!

With the arena lights blackened, a blue hue suddenly bathes the arena in an unsettling glow. The mood this creates is soon matched by the haunting opening bars of "The Pharaoh Sails to Orion" by Nightwish.

Back in Halo 2, Black Death unleashes a furious chop on the chest of Tempest. She howls in pain while Chamberlain is fixed on the ramp.

Richard: Whoever the Hell it is certainly knows how to make an entrance. Not like Chamberlain from earlier, but a noteworthy one nonetheless.

On the big screen, the compass rose has been joined by two words, which fade into being from nothingness in a hue akin to that bathing the arena.

SAPIENTES GLADIO

"Get away from me!
Take heed to thyself and see my face no more!
for in the day Thou see my face
Thou shalt die!"

And with that eerie proclamation made, three men emerge from behind the curtain, in a triangular pattern.

Jason Snow lands an effective knee lift/neckbreaker combination on Nitz Donnelly. Boda goes for a clothesline on Troy Douglas, but Megatron ducks and shocks Boda by lifting him into the air for a Sky High. Cover

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Snow breaks up the fall.

The man leading the group carries with him a staff, bearing at its top a compass rose much like the one on the screen. His face is covered by a silver mask, with a blue compass rose across the mask's forehead. The rest of him is obscured with a silver robe. He marches down the aisle, leading what must be his two charges.

On the left is a bald man, his head and torso covered in tattoos of what appear to be ancient Egyptian hierogyphics. A pair of black leather pants seem barely capable of containing huge legs. He is the tallest of the group, an impressive achievement considering that the leader is the shortest, and even he must be a good six feet, eight inches tall.

Jackson Rust uses the distraction of the elongated entrance to springboard off the stairs and take Chamberlain down with a bulldog.

Nick: That shows what you get for not paying attention.

The final man is on the right. He stands a few inches shorter than the tattooed man, but is still a monstrous human being. His black hair obscured his eyes. Of the three, he looks the most ready for combat, wearing long black tights. On one leg is the same logo that appears on the screen, with "SG" imposed over it. On the other leg is, presumably, his nom de guerre, THANATOS.

Howard: Accompanied to the ring by Sapientes Gladio, he hails from the Bermuda Triangle!

Nick: The WHAT?

Howard: He stands 6'11", and weighs in at 357 lbs! This is the self-proclaimed Lord High Executioner! This is.....THANNNNNATOS!

The masked man in front of the triangle turns to face Thanatos, and nods, before stepping aside and leading the tattooed man to the back. With his path to the Dual Halo clear, Thanatos begins a slow, purposeful march towards the massive structure. He's got his sights set on Halo 1.

Black Death keeps Tempest in a delayed vertical suplex, holding her with one arm and walking around the ring. He lets the blood rush to her head before dropping backwards. Tempest coils out and Black Death goes for a cover.

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Kickout.

Richard: If I'm one of the guys in the Halo, I can't like what's coming to the ring right now. He's a 6'11" MONSTER, and we know practically nothing about him!

Nick: I have a feeling we're about to find out a few things pretty damned quick...

Thanatos grabs hold of the ropes and pulls himself into the ring of Halo 1. Jason Snow and Boda both give the gigantic man a glance. While Boda might be in decent shape, Thanatos is a freak of nature. The alliance has to pay attention to someone with this caliber of strength.

Nick: Thanatos looking around at his options. Boda has to look this beast in the eye, which has to be a kick in the confidence if he decides to go after the former Universal Champion.

Richard: But he's got the most talented man in the business watching his back.

Nick: If Thanatos gets his hands around Snow, that might change.

Thanatos walks over to where the heaps of humanity that are Nitz Donnelly and Troy Douglas and grabs each one by the head. He places both their heads underneath his arms and drapes the arms across.

Nick: He can't be serious. That's almost 500 pounds.

Without a strain, Thanatos pulls both men into the air and leaves them hanging. Snow and Boda aren't able to hide their impressions. They would rather have this guy on their team.

Richard: He's fucking holding them in the air.

Nick: Douglas is 260 pounds. Donnelly is 219. 479 pounds being held by a 357 pounder.

Richard: An absolute freak.

After close to twenty seconds, Thanatos leaps into the air and adds extra emphasis on his delayed vertical suplex.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Snow and Boda decide to wait and see where Thanatos goes before making their collective decision. When he goes after Douglas, they collapse like vultures on Donnelly. Thanatos drags Douglas over to the corner and places him on the top rope. The Lord High Executioner wraps both arms around Douglas' throat and spins him 180 degrees, lifting Megatron higher in the process. Thanatos comes down with a brutal choke powerbomb. Douglas falls limp and looks to be out cold. A cover from Thanatos.

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Douglas somehow manages a kickout. Thanatos doesn't react, doesn't blink. He'll keep working on Douglas until he's destroyed.

Nick: Thanatos making a statement in Halo 1 and he's almost replaced Cyrus Sutherland in terms of the dominant powerhouse. It's back to 3 on 2.

Richard: I've got him to win the Halo right now.

Nick: That's probably a safe pick. Coming up in about fifteen seconds, we're going to have Entrant 12 and tunnel openings. With Thanatos and Snow/Boda in one Halo, who is going to want to come into Halo 1?

Richard: And will Donnelly and Douglas try to get a breather and escape? They've been on the wrong side of the beatdown since...When did this match start?

Tempest and Champ Chamberlain interact for the first time on the floor, and the experience is none too pleasant for Chamberlain. He receives a monkey flip on the steel flooring which takes him face first into the ladder. Jackson Rust holds onto the ring ropes on the opposite side of the ring and springboards to the top, executing a shooting star press in the air and grabbing hold of Black Death's head. On the way down he plants the giant with a DDT. Rust feels the impact on his back but tries for a cover anyway.

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Black Death shoves off.

00:19:59
00:20:00
BUZZER!

Nick: The tunnels open and-

BeepBeep…. Beep…. BeepBeep… BeepBeep….Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppp

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Well, if you wanted someone crazy enough to enter Halo 1, look no further than Tyler Rayne.

Then a flatline, before bolts fire down, causing an explosion of pyro. A voice booms through Wembley Stadium.

"Gentlemen, we can rebuild him. We have the technology. We can make him better than he was before. Better, stronger, faster."

The crowd cheers as "Stick ‘em Up" tears through the arena, as countless red lasers rocket in all directions, putting on an impressive light show. They give way to a lone spotlight that illuminates a small are twenty rows up, right in the middle of the sea of fans.

Nick: Tyler Rayne sitting with the Wembley crowd. He's already drawn the attention of Snow and Boda. They are ready for him.

Richard: Meanwhile, we've got some people switching Halo's behind him.

Champ Chamberlain decides he's had enough of people in this Halo disrespecting royalty and makes a run for it, climbing up the ladder and crawling through the tunnel into Halo 1. Troy Douglas, tough as nails, is tired of the three on one assault and sneaks away from Snow and Boda, all too focused on Tyler Rayne.

The Underground Pimp begins to fight his way to the ring, fans everywhere mugging him as he does so. The shrieking of women all around the arena pick up on every boom mic that PRIME owns.

Nick: Nitz Donnelly will be receiving some much needed help here.

Richard: Some day, this guy is going to get himself killed on his way to the ring.

Unfortunately for Douglas, Thanatos follows him up the ladder and makes the climb look rather effortless. Chamberlain does the wise thing and gets the hell out of his way. Douglas is grabbed from behind by Thanatos and launched down into Halo 2 from the upper deck.

Rayne eventually makes his way to the ringside barrier, leaping over, then heading into Halo 1. Before he jumps into the scene, he throws his hands in the air, drawing more cheers from the crowd.

RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: We've still got about fifteen seconds before the Halo's shut but everybody seems to be in place. Ten of the twelve participants are still in the Halo and it's been sectioned off into five per pod.

Richard: Two Halos...Two pods...The Dolphin Master...

Nick: Well Garbage Bag Johnny must be here tonight because no other way you would say such ridiculous tomfoolery.

The Original Villain dives down onto the floor and meets Tyler Rayne the second he steps into Halo 1. Rayne sidesteps and lets Snow smack the steel head first, assisting him a second time into the structure. Rayne leaps flat footed onto the apron and is taken over the ropes by Boda. The Golden Boy boots him in the midsection and then punts him in the groin. Boda clutches his package and doubles over in a heap. Three low blows in under twenty two minutes for the big man.

Richard: Is everybody making a controlled effort to kick Boda in the sack?

Nick: Well how else are you supposed to bring a man down to size?

Richard: You know what this is? I think I figured it out...Penis envy. I've seen Boda in the back and he's hung like an-

Nick: No. No. You are not going there.

The seething Universal Champion, still on the floor, looks up in the ring. He's got a bit of blood trickling down his forehead and can thank Tyler Rayne. Snow furiously grabs the ropes but is impeded by the other high flyer in the Halo, Nitz Donnelly. He swings over the ropes with a 540 and takes Snow to the ground.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Tyler Rayne obliterates the nose of Boda with a nasty knee. The big man shoves Rayne away, but the push segues perfectly into the Shining Wizard. Rayne goes for a cover.

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Champ Chamberlain breaks up the fall.

Nick: Champ Chamberlain...What an idiot.

Richard: I would call this one of the smarter moves he's ever made.

Nick: If he wants to get eliminated, I'll agree with you.

Back to that story in a moment. Halo 2 is the scene for an intense staredown between the two biggest dogs in the pod, Black Death and Thanatos. The others in the Halo: Douglas, Tempest and Jackson Rust are taking a break while the two big men eyeball one another. Black Death doesn't look up at many people whereas Thanatos probably looks down at ninety-nine percent of the population.

Nick: Two absolute monsters staring one another down.

Richard: The tension in this room could be cut with Boda's huge-

Nick: NO!

Black Death plants a forearm into the chest of Thanatos, but The Lord High Executioner doesn't budge. He barely blinks out of place. The forearm he throws makes Black Death step back a bit, but doesn't deter him from continuing forward. He doesn't back down from a challenge. A right hand peppers the cheek of Thanatos followed by a boot to the midsection. Black Death goes in for an Irish whip but Thanatos shoves Death against the ropes and hoists him in the air for a powerslam with some serious twist.

Nick: Three hundred pounds like he was a sack of potatoes.

Richard: I don't think potatoes want to be slammed by Thanatos.

Troy Douglas decides to be the brave one of the outside group and rush into the ring behind Thanatos, clubbing him in the kidney and going for an Angle slam. He doesn't get Thanatos off the ground and pays for the decision with a powerful lariat, one ranking higher in power than Douglas' own finisher.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Tempest and Jackson Rust decide it would be better to talk shop than go into the ring and try to match Thanatos.

00:22:00
BUZZER!

When the buzzer sounds, the crowd focuses on the stage, hoping to see some more support for their fan favorites. Janus invades their ears and Vance Raymes steps out in front of the rowdy audience.

Nick: Oh boy. Nitz Donnelly finally gets some support in Vance Raymes.

Richard: Great, now we're going to have to rely on Champ Chamberlain to even up the odds in Halo 1.

Nick: I thought you were high on him earlier?

Richard: Oh yeah...We're totally on top here.

Vance stalks down the aisle, removing the hood of his sleeveless sweatshirt from his head. He focuses directly on Halo 1 and mouths some not so flattering words to Jason Snow and Boda, both of whom are engaged in a beatdown of Nitz Donnelly.

Nick: We're about to have a war in Halo 1.

Vance blows through the door and is immediately met by both Boda and Jason Snow, each man going for the back and neck of The Tortured Artist. Vance is able to back up the mass up and separate them with his massive frame. He lands a right on Snow. Boda. Snow. Boda. Snow. Boda. When they come for him at the same time, Raymes steps out of the way and allows their heads to smack together.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Raymes letting SOB defeat themselves here.

Richard: Not going to happen. Snow and Boda have what we call ESPTP.

Nick: ESPwhat?

Richard: ESP for Talented People. Nobody else can think on their wavelength...Eh? Eh? That was good right?

Nick mutes Richard's microphone with the press of a red button.

Raymes slides underneath the bottom rope and gives his partner an assist, back body dropping him over the ropes onto the Standard of Bastards. Boda slumps back into the Halo while Snow drops to the ringside mat, a pained expression on his face.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Tyler Rayne is still staring at Champ Chamberlain. He's that perplexed someone would try and break up his pinfall. Chamberlain ponders to himself. He doesn't want to incur the wrath of Tyler Rayne and points out to his palanquin which he rode in on and offers to show Rayne the mechanics. The Pimp shrugs his shoulders and decides a look at the ride couldn't hurt.

Richard: Champ Chamberlain is quite the charmer, able to convince the ladies man of PRIME to check out his wheels.

Nick: Wheels, what a funny man you are.

Richard: I know right?

Nick presses the Mute button again.

Rayne and Chamberlain go over, Chamberlain acting like the tour guide and explaining to Rayne all the pros of a palanquin. Rayne puts a forefinger under his chin and gives a nod of the head...Before grabbing Chamberlain by the hair and slamming his head into the Halo structure.

Richard: HEY!

Rayne winds up again, explains the pros and cons of slamming Chamberlain's head into the structure, and repeats the action one more time. Rayne mutters "Fuckin idiot" under his breath and rolls back underneath the bottom rope.

Nick: I guess he only feigned interest there.

Richard: Har de har har.

Halo 2 is keeping with the spirit of teamwork, although the ratio is about 4 to 1 against the favor of Thanatos. Everybody else in the Halo is looking to bring the giant down to size. Black Death and Douglas club him in the upper body while Jackson Rust and Tempest work on the lower body, delivering leg kicks and trying to pull the big man off his feet. All of the effort is paying off as Thanatos is being moved backwards toward the ropes. Black Death and Tempest go to one side while Rust and Douglas attach themselves to the other arm. All four Irish whip Thanatos into the ropes and go for a quadruple team lariat-

Nick: HE BROKE IT! How in the hell?

And they've once again failed. Thanatos snaps their barricade and throws himself off the ropes. All four turn around, trying to brace themselves for the inevitable. Thanatos launches himself forward like a missile and uses his tree trunk arms to take all four competitors down.

Richard: That's just wrong, absolutely wrong.

Nick: Thanatos mowing through anybody standing in his way. How will the quartet be able to get him down?

Richard: The only way might be if someone else enters the Halo on his par.

Nick: Hessian would be a good candidate for that job. He's taller and holds equal weight.

Richard: But who knows when he gets in there and if he'll be able to do it.

Thanatos takes hold of the smallest competitor, Tempest, palming her head in one of his hands and spins her around two full rotations into a slam. The air explodes from Tempest's lungs. Thanatos covers.

ONE

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Jackson Rust and Troy Douglas break up the cover, clubbing Thanatos in the back with forearms and elbows.

Nick: We're going to try and keep our eyes on this development but we've got another entrant ready to come on down.

00:24:00
BUZZER

The countdown is on and the crowd is ready for the next person to enter the demonic Dual Halo. The music begins, confusing all of the fans in attendance.

"Eyesore" by Janus.

As the music hits, both Vance and Nitz stop what they are doing and focus on the source. Stepping through the curtain is none other than the beautiful Change In Spades manager. "The Latin Princess" wins almost as large of a pop as her Spades teammates.

Richard: What in the hell?

Nick: Leticia! Leticia Mendoza is taking part in the Dual Halo! She can fight with the best of them Rich. Nitz and Vance had no idea she was planning on being a part of the match.

Sure enough, both Nitz and Vance are as shocked as the crowd as she descends the ramp towards her first ever Halo. Nitz just smirks and shakes his head, not believing what he is seeing but Vance Raymes is immediately concerned for his friend as he always is. He is yelling at her but she just smiles and makes her way to Halo 1.

Nick: All three Spades are now in this match and look at Leticia, she wastes no time getting involved!

She might not have decided to pick on the toughest guy in the Halo, but she's going after someone. The reeling Champ Chamberlain. A forearm smash into the side of his head gets him on his toes. Chamberlain reels back, tripping over the stairs. Leticia uses the advantage to scale up and land a leg drop across his sternum. With caution, Vance turns around.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Richard: JUSTICE, BABY!

And receives a low blow from Boda. Finally he is able to get one off for himself. Boda sweeps his hand across the chest in a stinging knife edge chop and swings around, lifting Vance at the legs for a back suplex.

Nick: Boda might need to get down on the floor and assist his partner.

The Original Villain is receiving a two on one beating courtesy of Tyler Rayne and Nitz Donnelly. Each man grabs an arm and slams Snow back first into the Halo. The Universal Champion grunts and mouths about his greatness, but Rayne and Donnelly don't care much for the comment and slam Snow into the Halo another time. Boda involves himself in the ruckus and grabs Donnelly by the hair, pulling him onto the apron. Donnelly reaches back with his left arm and yanks the head of Boda down, causing The Enforcer to backpedal into Vance Rayme's waiting arms. The Tortured Artist crouches down and puts Boda on his shoulders.

Nick: Wow, what an impressive feat of strength. Boda is 335 pounds!

Leticia Mendoza discards Champ Chamberlain and scales up the ropes ready to assist her partner. She balances herself on the top rope and puts all the spring in her legs, soaring into the air and clotheslining Boda over in a backwards flip. Doomsday Device. Cover by Leticia.

Richard: Oh come on, you can't do this to Boda. The man has battled through too much for this shit!

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Boda powers out at the last second, sparring Richard the embarrassment of explaining that one to Nick.

Halo 2 sees the continued domination of Thanatos, but he's being chopped down to size. Black Death drives a shoulder into him after throwing himself off the ropes. Thanatos stumbles back. Troy Douglas snaps off the ropes and goes for a lariat. His finishing lariat. Thanatos withstands it, staying on his feet. Douglas and Black Death rush around and get behind Thanatos, each grabbing an arm and pulling.

Richard: The freak is airborne!

Douglas and Black Death drop back for the successful double suplex. Tempest and Jackson Rust springboard off opposite sides of the ring and twist through the air, connecting on stereo shooting star presses. Both cover The High Lord Executioner.

ONE

TWO

T-

Nick: This might be one instance where the numbers game doesn't prove worthy. Thanatos is a glutton for punishment and hasn't shown any emotion since walking through the Halo.

Richard: He's still my pick for the Halo.

All four of the superstars keep up their effort to single out Thanatos. Douglas and Tempest go down and each grab a tree trunk leg. Black Death and Jackson Rust go to the arms. On the signal of Megatron, all four superstars lift Thanatos up and slam him hard into the canvas. Black Death shoots off the ropes and connects on a big splash. Douglas follows suit. Tempest turns her back, bunches into a ball and delivers a standing moonsault. Jackson Rust somersault closer to the target and lands a Rolling Thunder. Another cover.

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Nick: Another powerful kickout from Thanatos.

Richard: The man is not human.

Nick: There's a good chance that's true, Rich.

Douglas and Black Death work together in pulling Thanatos up to a standing position. Black Death connects on a boot to the midsection, which has a considerably bigger effect than the last one did. The Plague shoots Thanatos off the ropes and charges ahead, throwing his three hundred pounds into Lord Thanatos. The giant staggers back into the waiting arms of Troy Douglas, who spins Thanatos around and pulls off his own incredible feat of strength by landing a spinebuster. The task takes a lot out of Douglas, so Tempest goes for the cover.

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Richard: Jesus Christ. They might need to bring in the heavy artillery for this freak.

Nick: Wait a minute, what is Black Death doing?

The big man steps between the ropes and ascends the ladder that leads to the upper level.

Richard: Oh shit. THIS will be the heavy artillery.

00:26:00
BUZZER

The lights in the arena dim, as the synthed-up guitars from the opening of In Flames "Cloud Connected" begin a slow build. Red, yellow, and green strobe lights shine upwards from the top of the entrance ramp, illuminating a cloud of smoke billowing from the ground. As the guitar riff turns heavy, three figures appear silhouetted in the color-shifting mist.

Nick: Well things in Halo 1 are about to get a little more interesting. Here come one half of the Osaka Street Cutters.

Mach Hawke steps through the mist, black plants, black sleeveless shirt, and black wrestling mask. The lyrics to his theme song kick in as the three walk to the ring, ignoring the outstretched hands of the fans at ringside.

He demands the door for Halo 1 be opened up and the referee accommodates him.

Nick: Wait, what the hell? A fan just jumped the barricade!

Richard: That's not a fan!

The fan in question shoves past the referee and enters Halo 1 in perfect synchronization with Mach Hawke.

Nick: That's Mamoru Azuma. He was hiding out in the crowd!

Richard: Oh this is beautiful. BEAUTIFUL! The Spades are about to get theirs...IN SPADES! HAHAHAH!

Nick: The referee is trying to get in there and stop Mamoru.

Richard: Don't stop it, let the carnage continue.

The Osaka Street Cutters enter the ring and make a beeline for Vance Raymes, slamming elbows and fists across his back. The Tortured Artist rolls out of the ring but the tag team contenders are right there with him, punching and kicking him down to the ringside.

Nick: This is an ambush. A friggin ambush.

Richard: This is what you get for crossing Osaka, baby!

A trio of referees get into the Halo and around to where the beating is happening and pull Mamoru. The Cutter is pleading his case, claiming to be the next entrant in the Halo after his tag partner. The referees are countering that he needs to wait his turn while pushing him back out of the Halo. Once they make a barrier between Mamoru and the Halo, one of the refs reaches back and shuts the door.

Mamoru will have to wait his turn.

Nick: The damage has been done to Vance, he's been brutalized and now we're aware of the next entrant.

Richard: This is going to be a legal mugging in about a minute and change.

Having recovered from the Doomsday Device, Boda slides underneath the bottom rope and gives Mach a hand with The Tortured Artist. Mach reaches over and applies a chokehold on Vance while Boda spreads his legs and drops a knee into the groin. Vance grunts out in pain while his partner Leticia throws herself in harm's way by leaping over the ropes on top of Boda, almost smashing her head against the Halo. The Enforcer catches her in his arms and situates her onto his right shoulder.

Nick: Oh no.

Richard: Oh yes!

With Nitz Donnelly being double teamed by Jason Snow and Champ Chamberlain, the only man left to save the day rushes off the apron and spears Boda to the ringside mats.

Richard: Tyler Friggin Rayne. That prick.

While alliances are forming in Halo 1, Halo 2 has seen the dissent of the quartet. Jackson Rust and Tempest are dueling with one another, each trying to prove they are superior in terms of quickness and high flying ability. Tempest grabs hold of Jackson's hands and leaps onto the top rope, but gets yanked off onto the canvas. Rust drops down and pulls Tempest's arms back while grinding his boots into her shoulders in a submission hold.

Nick: He's looking to pull the arms out of the sockets and might be successful. Even against the most agile athletes, Tempest is usually giving up a power advantage.

Richard: Viva la PRIME!

Nick: He's not a PRIMEate.

Richard: She's GCW, he's PRIME by default if he's trying to lay the hurt down.

On the opposite side of the ring, Thanatos observes Black Death positioning Troy Douglas and driving him down shoulder first into the left knee. The Truth leaves Douglas to agonize and Thanatos strikes, landing a big boot to Black Death's face. The move stuns him enough for Thanatos to reach down and lift him in a gorilla press, averting himself from the eyes of the crowd and focusing on maneuvering Black Death down into a backbreaker. Thanatos falls down for a cover.

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Nick: Megatron breaking up the pinfall, saving his temporary ally.

Richard: The key word there is temporary.

Tempest struggles in her predicament, trying to turn Jackson Rust in either direction and alleviate some pressure off her shoulders. Rust locks his hands with her and twists them back, making the hold just a little bit more painful. Tempest uses her lower body and tries to rise up, but Jackson takes advantage and goes for the cover.

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Tempest is able to shift her weight over and reverse the pressure while getting her own cover.

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Nick: A nice exchange of covers but neither comes out on top.

Richard: I'd like to be on top of Tempest.

Nick: She'd kick out at one.

Richard: That's all I would need.

Tempest and Rust scramble to their feet, reaching a vertical base at the same time. Tempest ducks underneath a Yakuza kick and walks up the ropes, turning around and taking Jackson down with her in a Tempest-rana.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

00:28:00
BUZZER

The fans don't need entrance music or even to turn their heads up toward the barricade. Mamoru Azuma shouts for the door to open and gets his wish after a few seconds. He storms into Halo 1 and gives Boda a clutch assist in his tussle with Tyler Rayne. A low blow brings Rayne to his knees. The clothesline from Boda spins Rayne inside out on the canvas.

Nick: Halo 1 is crowded with superstars.

Richard: But it's 5 on 4 in favor of the good guys.

Nick: You mean the heels.

Richard: That's your opinion but its not valid.

Change in Spades have decided to collectively work on Jason Snow in the corner, each taking turns landing moves. Leticia charges into him with a spear, which is somewhat disadvantageous because Snow won't fight back. Donnelly springs off the ropes and puts both of his knees into the sternum of The Original Villain. Snow stumbles out of the corner into a Death Valley Driver from Vance Raymes. He goes for the cover on Snow.

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Nick: SNOW GOING O-NO! Boda makes the save.

Donnelly and Leticia both put the boots to Boda and get him away from The Tortured Artist, which doesn't bode well for Snow with the beating he's taken lately. Raymes gets hold of the Universal Champion and backs him into the corner. Donnelly and Mendoza get Boda in the opposite corner and all three exchange a glance. The double whip into the middle of the ring is interrupted by Champ Chamberlain, who gets in the middle of things by gloating that he's the most dominant man in the Halo.

Nick: Club sandwich. Yuk. Yuk. Yuk.

Richard: Oh bother.

Snow and Boda are able to transfer most of the impact onto Chamberlain, who flops to the canvas like a spaghetti noodle. Boda turns around and clobbers Leticia with a clothesline that leaves her body going in two different directions. Vance cringes when he sees the condition of his friend and through the adrenaline, lifts Boda up from the canvas in a pumphandle slam and drives him into the canvas. He goes for the cover.

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The Osaka Street Cutters yank Raymes out of the ring, having disposed of The Underground Pimp. Both men put Raymes against the Halo and drill him with stiff shot after stiff shot, going back and forth between kicks and punches. The Tortured Artist gives his all but is being beaten down and slammed repeatedly against the Halo, the back of his head showing a few lines of blood. Mach Hawke goes over and gets the steel stairs, utilizing the first weapon in the match. He winds up and sends the weapon straight at Raymes, the thud resonating throughout Wembley.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: I think we're starting to see the numbers game finally catching up to Change in Spades once again.

That fact is cemented when Boda manages to crawl over and put an arm over Leticia Mendoza.

ONE

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THREE!

Eliminated: Leticia Mendoza

Nick: We have our third elimination and only about thirty five seconds remaining until the thirty minute mark. The tunnels will open once again.

Richard: Again, the question remains, who would be crazy enough to step into Halo 1?

Back in Halo 2, Black Death is taking an involuntary breather on the steel flooring while Troy Douglas and Thanatos battle. Megatron gets the upper hand and delivers a European uppercut and Yakuza kick combination. Thanatos is stunned, but not enough to bring him down. Douglas delivers a fist to the skull. Another. A third. Fourth. Fifth. Tempest is shot off into the ropes and uses the opportunity for a victory roll on Megatron.

Nick: Tempest going for the sneaky victory here.

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Richard: I'm not the biggest Douglas fan out there-

Nick: You aren't a fan of his at all.

Richard: But player isn't going out like that. VIVA LA PRIME!

Douglas is able to use the power in his shoulders to roll back and get to a standing position, Tempest locked in his grip. He snaps her back with a German suplex. Unfortunately, Jackson Rust catches her and the quick reflexes of Tempest allow for her to wrap her legs around his head and send Jackson through the ropes onto the floor. Tempest jumps onto the second rope, contorting her body over the cables and onto Jackson with a moonsault.

Richard: Well Tempest isn't going to be denied her chance to fly through the air.

Nick: She's on borrowed air, brother.

Black Death sees an opportunity to capitalize on Thanatos and grasps the top rope, waiting for him to turn around. Once Thanatos is sideways, Black Death launches himself over the top rope and runs his shoulder into Thanatos, knocking the big man down. He goes for a cover.

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But Thanatos still has enough power to kick out.

Nick: I'm beginning to support the idea of Thanatos winning more and more as he's able to always kick out of these pinning predicaments.

Richard: Just imagine what happens when he gets that adrenaline pumping. You saw him dominant four people before.

Troy Douglas also sees opportunity and blasts Black Death in the skull with a knee. He brings The Truth up and spins him around, keeping resisting arms behind his back. Douglas pulls him back and drives the same knee into the shoulder blades. Black Death goes forward into the ropes. Douglas follows him through and hoists him up in a reverse Death Valley Driver. The former Intense Champion falls to his backside and puts Black Death on his neck.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Thanatos rises to his feet and heads for the ladder.

Douglas covers.

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Black Death kicks out just as the buzzer sounds and the tunnels open.

00:30:00
BUZZER



"So Did We" by Isis starts playing over the loud speakers as Varga comes out from the back with a slow, deliberate walk while the fans boo very loudly.

Nick: Our third Halo opening is signified by this guy coming out?

Richard: Even I hate this prick.

However, he is not alone. He is accompanied to the Halo by the Killer Pirates of the Outer Caribbean, former PTC World Tag Team Champions consisting of the speedy pirate Captain Jack Morgan and the massive "Killer Klown from Outer Space." He also is flanked by his personal goons the Roadkill Warriors, four savage thugs that do his bidding as well as serve as his personal security outfit. Rick Malloy comes out briefly but gets scared when he looks at the clown and sneaks backstage to hide.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

In Halo 1, all hell has broken loose. Thanatos has made his way into the melee and put his boot into the skull of Tyler Rayne within three seconds of arrival. Vance Raymes is rolled into the ring, almost being fed to Thanatos by the Osaka Street Cutters.

Nick: This doesn't look good, Rayne and Donnelly are being held down by Boda and Snow and the Cutters are in there to provide some extra help.

Varga looks at the fans with disdain before reaching the ring. His goons the Roadkill Warriors are yelling obscenities while the Killer Pirates look at the fans with disgust. Varga looks at both Halos and ponders what decision should be made. His posse does an about face and heads back to the locker room.

Nick: Varga might want to venture into Halo 2 because I don't think he wants the kind of attention Halo 1 is going to give him.

Richard: I'd like to see him go into Halo 1 and get absolutely destroyed.

Thanatos lifts Raymes from the canvas and effortlessly puts him over his shoulders. With one fluent spin, Raymes experiences The Black Maelstrom. Nobody who has the ability bothers stopping Thanatos from making the cover.

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THREE!

Eliminated: Vance Raymes

Nick: Two of the Change in Spades eliminated and Varga has made his decision to go into Halo 1.

Richard: The tunnels are going to shut in about twenty seconds. Anybody who wants to make a move ought to do it now.

Varga gets himself into Halo 2 and immediately goes after Tempest, who is all but happy to engage Varga in a game of catch me if you can. She leaps onto the steel flooring and scales the ladder, daring Varga to come after her. Their simmering rivalry incites Varga to leap over the ropes and give chase.

Nick: These two crazy kids were meant for each other.

Richard: Let them rot in hell.

Nick: Fifteen seconds until the tunnels close.

Halo 1 is still home to carnage. Nitz Donnelly is being held down by both Osaka Street Cutters but he is apparently the next victim of the assault. Hawke and Azura lift The Ego up to a standing position and each take a side, bringing Donnelly up into the air and holding him for what appears to be a brainbuster.

On the upper level of Halo 2, Varga catches Tempest and takes her down in the tunnels. In Halo 1, Tyler Rayne puts a foot into the respective (what?) groins of the Osaka Street Cutters, bringing them off balance. Donnelly takes advantage and swings his legs down, trapping Hawke and Azura in a double Pride Before the Fall.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Donnelly swings over to get the double cover. Thanatos steps in front of Donnelly and prevents anybody from stopping the pin.

ONE

Richard: KICK OUT!

TWO

THREE!

Eliminated: Mach Hawke
Eliminated: Mamoru Azura

Nick: The Osaka Street Cutters have been eliminated and the tunnels have closed! Wait a minute...Where's...

Richard: Varga and Tempest got stuck in the tunnels! They have to stay there until the forty minute mark.

Meanwhile, The Underground Pimp is swiped from the canvas by Thanatos and driven into the canvas by perhaps the hardest powerbomb he's ever received in his life. The look on his face is almost blank. Dude has no idea where he's at. Thanatos decides to give Snow and Boda an apology, of sorts, and throws Rayne in their direction.

Boda catches Rayne and spins him around 720 degrees in a Black Hole Slam. The Original Villain scales the ropes and moonsaults backwards into the X-Rated. He gets the cover.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Eliminated: Tyler Rayne

Nick: A former Halo winner has been eliminated and now we're down to 11 active people in the match.

Richard: After the display from Thanatos, I'm wondering which side he's going to be on.

Nick: He's glancing back and forth. Snow and Boda are the bigger threat and have been dominating since Snow got here at Number 6. We're about to have Number 18 enter in a few seconds.

Richard: We need to get a tunnel cam in there. I hope neither of them are clausterphobic.

Halo 2 is a symbol for peace at the moment: Black Death, Troy Douglas and Jackson Rust are all recuperating from the war they've been in.

00:32:00
BUZZER

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.

This gets the attention of Jason Snow, who drops out of the ring and motions for Gamble to come on down to his Halo. Actually, the proper image would be one of Snow begging Gamble to get into Halo 1. The Grin stands there and no sells the offer like the gangster he is.

*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. In Halo 1, Boda receives a boot to the head. Thanatos walks behind Boda, lifts The Enforcer onto his shoulders and spins him around for a sit down powerbomb. Gamble points behind Snow, a way to inform him of what is going down.

ONE

TWO

THR-

Boda pulls a shoulder up.

## 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 and stands in front of the Halo. The Original Villain claws at Gamble, desperately trying to pull him through the Halo.

Nick: Jason Snow has a thing for avenging losses and this one haunts him pretty bad.

Richard: He told you time and time again that he didn't tap out but his hand was spasming.

## 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 ##

The Grin sidesteps Snow, his step mad swoll, and struts over to Halo 2, pimp walking through the open door and into the squared circle. Snow puts his fist into the Halo and turns around, diving back into the ring to dropkick a prone High Class Ass.

## 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.

Richard: Nobody in Halo 2 seems to want a piece of The Grin. I can't blame them, greatest technical wrestler in the world.

Nick: There's one guy in the back who might disagree with you there.

Richard: Youngblood? Pfft, I'll only claim that when he's out here.

Nick: Can we get a look inside the tunnel cam? Varga and Tempest have been in there for about two full minutes now.

A small overhead camera constitutes our view inside. Even in such a small space, Varga is having a difficult time containing Tempest. His punches constantly miss and blood is coating his knuckles. Tempest pokes and prods her rival, giving him a ball shot here or a thumb to the eye there.

Richard: Those kids...They can rot in hell.

Nick: You said that already.

Richard: It bears repeating.

Nick: The commotion in the Halo seems to have quieted a bit since the mass elimination we had moments ago.

Richard: We're getting our second wind, baby.

Black Death is the first to take a swipe at Tony Gamble, but The Grin proves too elusive and showboats. Champ Chamberlain is no doubt calling his lawyer from Halo 1 and demanding a lawsuit be filed.

Actually, that is what he's doing. He's got a cell phone and everything.

Jackson Rust takes the opportunity to springboard onto the top rope while Gamble is trying to goad Douglas into a fight. The springboard dropkick connects with the shoulderblades. Douglas bolts forward and clotheslines Gamble out of his boots. Well, not necessarily out of his boots but the laces have come undone a bit.

Richard: They are teaming up on The Grin. What a travesty.

Nick: It's almost like he is considered a threat. Why aren't you taking that as a compliment?

Richard: Drop dead you sack of crap.

Halo 1 isn't dolling out a ton of action. Snow is still a tad dejected Gamble didn't come into Halo 1. That is a loss he wants to avenge in the worst way. The consolation prize happens to be a worn out Nitz Donnelly, who is currently being thrown off the ropes. Snow lunges forward and lands a back elbow on The Ego.

Nick: Snow and Boda might want to get ready because Number 19 is ten seconds away.

Richard: Boda's insurance company might want to be preparing.

Thanatos pulls Boda up by the neck and propels him even further into the air. Boda rests on Thanatos shoulders like a small child, even though Boda weighs 335. Snow and Donnelly turn around at the wrong time, Boda getting launched across the ring in a crucifix powerbomb that toppels both men.

Nick: Thanatos standing tall over Halo 1.

00:34:00
BUZZER

"Out of My Way" by Seether.

Nick: What is he doing out here? He's Shakur's right hand man, what business does he have in the Halo?

Richard: Hey, the match is promoted as featuring everybody on the roster. The man has a working contract with PRIME.

Nick: He's walking down here with a purpose. Who is he coming out to stalk?

Richard: I wouldn't be surprised if he goes after everybody. I wouldn't be surprised if everybody goes after him.

Nick: Ashamed to admit that's an astute point.

Richard: Best in the business, Hall of Famer baby, suck the nuts.

The PRIME*View stays an eerie shade of black. Christian Daniels is of the opinion that a highlight package of his best beatdowns wouldn't serve a purpose. The Biker would rather show what he can do inside the squared circle.

Thanatos stands in Halo 1, watching the entrance of a man in the exclusive company of those who can look down at The High Lord Executioner. The Biker's right hand is covered in linked steel, a three inch chain that never leaves his right side.

His arrival prompts Black Death to step back and ponder. The Truth is a man who likes to pick his spots and from the looks of things, someone packing a weapon (at least the one he can see) might not be the best investment of time and could get him eliminated.

Nick: Daniels walking past Halo 1. Something tells me he's going for a bit of a Gamble here.

Richard: If that's the case, dude is as good as dead.

Black Death focuses his attention on Jackson Rust, grabbing him by the neck and throwing him out onto the steel flooring. The referee opens up Halo 2 for The Biker and he steps inside, climbing the stairs and entering the ring. Megatron springs off the ropes and dives into the action, taking both Black Death and Jackson Rust back and sending them into the Halo structure.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Douglas looking to gain an advantage on Death and Jackson. All three of them have been in here a considerable amount of time.

Over in Halo 1, Thanatos is keeping court with SOB and Donnelly, keeping all three men in one half of the ring and putting whichever one of them decides to get up back down.

Richard: Thanatos is dominating Jason Snow. He threw Boda like a long dart. I still don't see anybody capable of stopping this man.

Nick: Do we have one more look inside the tunnel cam?

For those people who brought binoculars, they've been witness to the brawl between Tempest and Varga, but now everybody can view it. Tempest mounts Varga and slams his head repeatedly into the steel floor of the tunnel. Varga can do little to get out of the way or swing himself around due to the cramped space. We'll come back to these two playmates a little later.

Richard: Five bucks says they hump before those tunnels open.

Nick: I...Don't think that bet is a good investment for me.

Richard: Damn right it isn't.

All the while Christian Daniels has been standing in Halo 2, Tony Gamble has been either rising to his feet or prodding the ringside crowd. He's even thrown a few taunts over at Thanatos, but the big man doesn't seem to notice The Grin. Not many people do these days. Do you know how many times he's been swept under the rug with the dust after events? Let's just say the number is in double digits.

Nick: I never figured Daniels to be this patient.

Richard: Where's Gamble going to go?

Nick: Good point.

Gamble finally turns around and meets one of the men he's made miserable for the past two months. The Biker steps forward and belts Gamble with the chain, knocking him down in a heap. When he sees The Grin, Daniels suspects there might be a bit of possum going on. Even though he's got a hard punch, not enough force was delivered for a knockout or even a flash knockout. The Biker grabs Gamble around the throat, picking him up and throwing him into the corner.

Richard: Now he's trying to hawk Thanatos' gimmick.

Nick: And Chamberlain is down there seeing if Thanatos has a lawyer.

Chamberlain dials more buttons on his phone and pulls a sandwich out from a cooler. It's likely the person on the other end can't hear a word he's saying.

Richard: Thanatos is billed from the Bermuda Triangle, who do you think his lawyer is?

Daniels unloads with a flurry of body shots to The Grin, who can't escape from the corner quick enough. He moves out to center ring and tries to land a Pele kick, but Daniels swats his feet away with ease. The Biker picks Gamble up by the shoulder and flings him into the ropes, grasping him on the comeback and throwing him into the air. Gamble goes so high in the air that he tries to grasp onto the upper level for some kind of respite. No avail. He comes plummeting down to the canvas.

Nick: I think a theory can be thrown out there about Daniels motivation.

Richard: Shoot.

Nick: Shakur sent him out here. Is it a coincidence that Gamble came out and then two minutes later Daniels arrives? We've already seen Shakur rig the drawing by having two Change in Spades come out consecutively and now he's got his hired hand out here beating down Gamble.

Richard: It's possible.

Daniels puts a boot into the back of The Grin and scoops him from the mat, pelting him with a right hand for good measure. Daniels kicks Gamble in the midsection and sticks the head between his legs. Quickly flipping Gamble up onto his shoulders, Daniels pushes Gamble even higher by holding the tights and drops The Grin throat first across the top rope.

Nick: One Snake Eyes even Jason Snow can't compete with. Gamble might not be able to talk afterward.

Richard: And that's never a good thing.

The Biker puts a finishing touch on Gamble's evening by locking his head under the right arm and pulling The Grin's legs up. The snap Fisherman's DDT or as is known in Daniels vernacular, The Knockout Blow. Gamble flips to his back, body sprawled out like a starfish.

Nick: An incredibly nasty DDT. That'll do it for Gamble if Daniels covers him.

The Biker looks out at Jackson Rust, somehow standing amidst the mini-brawl between Black Death, Troy Douglas and himself. The competitors share a brief glance with one another before Daniels ushers him into the ring with the offer of a free pin. The Biker slides under the bottom rope and demands The Halo be open.

Nick: Is he serious?

Richard: I would do it if I were the referee. He might get jacked otherwise.

Nick: We've got about six seconds before another superstar comes down.

In the ring, Jackson Rust takes the cover on Gamble.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Eliminated: Tony Gamble

And the referee, after having his shirt tugged on and his body slammed against the Halo, opens the door for Christian Daniels. The Biker shows himself out and steps over the barricade, disappearing into the crowd.

Richard: He just eliminated himself from the biggest match of the calendar year, so boss.

Eliminated: Christian Daniels

00:36:00
BUZZER

"I Fucking Hate You"

RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!

Wembley Stadium comes absolutely unglued for the arrival of the PRIME Hall of Famer. Tchu emerges from behind the curtain and wastes no time with pageantries, making his way straight for the Halo.

Nick: The Inhuman Being! We haven't seen the man known as the Wrecking Ball in action since King of Kings back in December.

Richard: Oh man, if this guy is in any condition to be competing, ya better watch out...HAHAHAHA! Oh man, I almost got through that with a straight face.

Nick: It'll be something to watch, but there's no doubt about it... we're looking at arguably the most dominant superstar in the history of the Dual Halo. He's got a list of eliminations double-digits long to his credit, including victims the likes of Angelo Deville, Jason Snow, Garbage Bag Johnny, and Karina Wolfenden. He's the 2007 Halo champion, and the guy has never finished any worse than second in this match!

As the crowd continues to roar, Tchu makes his way to the chambers and crowds into Halo 1, three months of pent-up aggression ready to be unleashed.

Nick: Snow, Tchu, Boda, Donnelly, Thanatos and Chamberlain in Halo 1. We're about to see some fireworks.

The Inhuman Being climbs up the stairs and gets into the ring, going straight for the biggest man in the fight. He nails Thanatos with a right hand. Thanatos looks for one of his own, but Tchu keeps the pressure on with three more right hands, teetering the big man backwards. The fearless approach is keeping the crowd on their feet. Tchu boots Thanatos in the midsection and takes hold of his wrist for the Irish whip. To no one's surprise, Thanatos reverses the whip and waits for Tchu to come back at him. The Inhuman Being launches his shoulder into Thanatos.

Nick: Tchu coming in for a clothesline. He's taking a balls to the wall approach.

Richard: Good luck getting this beast off his feet.

Boda tries to come in for a side swipe but he is taken off his feet and dropped to the floor via a missile dropkick from The Ego. Jason Snow turns Donnelly around and chops him, but The Ego has his tenth wind. He's ready to go. Tchu and Donnelly throw haymakers side by side, even though they aren't allies in most regards. Snow gets a boot in the midsection. Thanatos is taken back into the ropes with rights and lefts, every comeback he attempts thwarted by The Inhuman Being. Tchu tries one more time to shoot Thanatos into the ropes and is successful. The Hall of Famer bounces back on the cables and drills his shoulder into the midsection of The High Lord Executioner. Finally, Thanatos hits the canvas.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Tchu gets the beast off his feet by himself. That's gotta raise his already insane level of confidence.

The Ego of New England walks up the ropes with Snow's hands interlocked. He soars through the air, knees grasping onto the neck of Snow and driving him into the canvas.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Champ Chamberlain rolls underneath the bottom rope and plants an elbow into the chest of Thanatos, leaping up and trying to celebrate with Tchu. He pats the Inhuman Being on the chest and turns his back.

Nick: Flippin idiot.

Big mistake. Tchu grabs his wrist, spins him around and plants him with the spinebuster. The Ego decides to keep the action fast paced and welcome Tchu with a dropkick on the side of his head.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Up in the tunnels, Varga has finally gotten the upper hand over Tempest, applying the Garvin Stomp to all portions of her body. He takes a sickening amount of satisfaction in pounding all of her limbs, concluding with a ferocious stomp on the head.

Nick: I'd wonder if either of them will come out when they get the opportunity.

Halo 2 might not have as many competitors but the action is still moving. Black Death plants Troy Douglas with an Island Driver and rolls away from Megatron, eyes fixed on the ladder leading up to the upper deck of the Halo. Jackson Rust rests on the bottom rope, the recipient of a devastating body splash from The Truth seconds ago. Black Death reaches the upper level and backs against the door, head turning around when the sound of Tempest slamming into the steel grabs his attention. Black Death shrugs and gets his own shining moment, leaping from the upper deck and diving down with a brutal headbutt onto the shoulder of Megatron.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Three hundred pounds crashing down onto the shoulder of Troy Douglas.

Richard: And we mean crashing. That had to hurt like holy hell.

Black Death goes for a cover in what should be a stone cold lock.

ONE

TWO

THR-

Jackson Rust interrupts the proceedings with a 450 splash onto Black Death, causing him to roll away clutching his lower back. Jackson Rust kicks Black Death and uses his boot to shove The Plague out of the ring onto the floor. He turns around and goes for a standing shooting star press and cover combination on Megatron.

ONE

TWO

THRE-

Richard: Where the hell did Megatron find the wherewithal to kick out of that?

Nick: He's running on fumes at this point.

Richard: He wasn't running on much else even when he was on his A-Game.

Nick: I'd like to see you get in the ring and back up all your words of hate for him.

Richard: One day I might oblige that, Nick, but for now we've gotta focus on the action. Another superstar is seconds away from coming out.

Nick: Number 21. There's only a few left and if my list is any indication, all of them are going to be hard hitters.

Back in the tunnel cam, Varga finds himself in an unpleasant situation. Tempest has reversed the tide, locking Varga in a sharpshooter and arching herself back in a bridge. She wraps her arms around his neck for a sleeper hold.

Richard: What the hell happens if Varga taps out here?

Nick: Tempest will gloat for two minutes?

Richard: Bitch. COME ON VARGA...God, I never thought I'd say that.

Nick: I'll whip you up a batch of cyanide laced Kool-Aid.

Richard: Graci.

The Inhuman Being pushes The Ego of New England off his shoulders and into a waiting knee. An unflattering but effective gutbuster.

00:38:00
BUZZER!

"My Gift to You" by Korn hits. The fans immediately boo as some of the competitors in the ring cast their glance at one of the most hated men on the roster. The one who generates most of the ire is Black Death.

Chainz emerges from the back alone. He looks around at the booing crowd and shakes his head in disgust. He doesn't seem to be in a hurry as he casually strolls towards the Halo.

Champ Chamberlain looks as if he's going to have a seizure out of fright. A pale look comes across his face and he curls into the fetal position in the nearest corner he can find. Everybody else in the Halo, sans Thanatos, feels sorry for The Only Attraction.

Nick: In the same way Jason Snow wanted Gamble to come into his Halo, Black Death is beckoning Chainz.

Chainz smiles as he notices some competitors already feeling the effects of one of the most hellacious matches in existence. Knowing its time to make his mark he gets to action.

Nick: I wonder if Chainz is going to accept the call out. Black Death has been composed all night but now he's riled up and ready to fight.

Black Death backs up into the ring and draws a line in the sand, daring Chainz to cross over. The Monster from Hell's Kitchen really wants to enter Halo 1 but he's never refused a direct call out in his life and he won't start now. Chainz shoves the referee out of the way and hops into Halo 2. Black Death charges ahead and puts a knee into The Monster's face. Although, Chainz doesn't go down. He grabs hold of Black Death by the ankles and drags him under the bottom rope, belting him with a right hand. The Truth rushes forward and drives Chainz back into the Halo. Chainz responds with clubbing blows to the back and both men are going for broke on the floor.

Nick: A pier six brawl on the floor, and we are two minutes away from the tunnels opening up.

Richard: Speaking of which, can we get a look up in the tunnel cam?

Varga is clawing on the tunnel, doing his damndest to escape from the painful Glitter Grip. His arms give way, but he's able to turn his body around and relieve some of the pressure. After a few seconds to catch his breath, Varga looks to add insult to injury by trying to apply the hold on Tempest.

Richard: Now what happens if she submits?

Nick: I hope there isn't a microphone up there. No way I'm withstanding Varga gloating for the next minute and change.

The action Halo continues to see confrontation. Tchu boots Boda in the midsection and plants him into the canvas with a DDT. He doesn't go for a pinfall, rather looks for the next person standing in his way. Unfortunately for the Inhuman Being, that happens to be The Original Villain who lands a drop down clothesline.

Nick: Regardless of history and the respect factor, these two were going to come to blow eventually.

The Ego of New England hops onto the second rope and holds his fist out to the crowd. The bloodthirsty Englishmen encourage Donnelly to pound Thanatos in the skull with rights.

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE...

Donnelly leaps into the air and clips Thanatos on the chin with the front of his boot. The Ego stomps at the knee and goes to the outside, keeping hold of Thanatos' shoulders all the way up to the top rope. The High Lord Executioner has taken a healthy amount of punishment over the last few minutes and can't block the top rope bulldog from the Tag Champion. Chamberlain gets an enthusiastic cheer from the floor, as he's now set up a table full of refreshments and is drinking from a bottle of water. Donnelly covers Thanatos.

ONE

TWO

THR-

Thanatos kicks out, but The Ego keeps on keeping on by putting the boots to the giant. Boda and The Original Villain double team Tchu, flipping him out of the corner with a double brainbuster. Snow steps between the ropes while Boda goes over to the corner and provides some extra height for the Champ. Snow steps onto Boda's shoulders and pushes off, curling his body in and out for a frog splash. Tchu is covered.

ONE

TWO

Nick: Tchu not providing any suspense, kicking out before the three count.

Champ Chamberlain, disgusted at the way Snow performed the frog splash, puts his sandwich and bottle of water down and rolls under the bottom rope. He points at Boda to get back in position and he'll show Snow how the move is properly done. Snow and Boda glance at one another and shrug, Boda reassuming the position. Champ goes up top and stands there, pointing out at himself. Just as Champ is about to leap, Boda jolts forward and forces Champ to fall right into the waiting Stone Cold Stunner of Jason Snow.

Nick: I don't know what logic formed in Chamberlain's head to make him believe trusting Snow and Boda was a good idea.

Richard: He wants the spotlight and that obsession comes with a price, Nick.

Tempest and Varga continue their love affair in the tunnels. This session consists of Varga raking his shoelaces across Tempest's face and then choking her with his knee. We can't deduce what he's saying but odds are the words aren't flattering.

In Halo 2, Black Death is meeting his own form of death at the hands of Chainz. The Monster from Hell's Kitchen is striking Black Death for all he's got, annihilating his body with nasty rights and lefts. The Intense Champion swings Black Death around in a belly to belly suplex. After putting Black Death down, Chainz drops a leg and keeps his hips close together, grabbing hold of Black Death's left arm and straightening the limb out.

Nick: Chainz going for a submission hold on Black Death. This would be a pretty insulting way for The Truth to exit.

And it seems Black Death is aware of that possibility, keeping his hands locked together and pulling his body weight forward, rolling over Chainz and snatching on an Anaconda Vice.

Richard: Holy crap we've got two big men who can take and counter submissions.

Nick: Now Chainz is stuck. Three hundred pounds of Black Death on top of him and if he locks the hold, we might see a first in PRIME.

Richard: Dude, no way Chainz gives it up.

Nick: The tunnels are going to open in about five seconds. We'll see if anybody comes to the rescue.

Jackson Rust and Troy Douglas have already scaled the ladder and are patiently waiting to cross over into Halo 1. That or they want to watch the Varga/Tempest affair up close. Although they don't ask The Man in Demand to toss them any sandwiches. Must be the desire to switch then.

Nick: We've got action back in Halo 2.

Chainz slithers out of the Anaconda Vice, pushing his body weight over and scampering away. Black Death turns around and catches the anticipated boot, pulling Chainz forward and locking him in a front chancery. Black Death makes the seamless transition, grabbing hold of Chainz left leg and going for the pull.

Unfortunately, The Monster is able to elicit a freakish amount of strength and land a northern light suplex. Both competitors roll away while the buzzer sounds.

00:40:00
BUZZER!

"Juke Joint Jezebel".
 
The crowd roars as blue, white and red lights sweep the entryway, bringing out The Flying Frenchie, Pierre Delacroix.  He takes a few quick steps out of the entryway, then twirls, his arms outstretched, beaming the entire time.

Back in the Halos, a lot of movement occurs. Tempest and Varga roll out of the Halos, exchanging right hands while spinning around the upper deck. Rust and Douglas make their way through. Douglas takes the conventional route and climbs down the ladder while Rust soars through the air and takes Boda out with a cross body.

Pierre squares his white beret on his head, then dashes to the ring, eager to get going in the Dual Halo.

Nick: You are a big fan of this guy, Richard.

Richard: My absolute favorite foreigner in the history of wrestling, screw whatever people say about Bryan Dawkins.

Nick: Man that'll never get old, I'm telling you.

Richard: The inventor of the French Kiss, the man who has consumed more French Fries than the entire National Association for the Advancement of Fat People, AND he's able to smell like ass while making it stylish.

Nick: ...Just because he's French?

Richard: And they have some absolute banging desserts.

Nick: I'm not sure if he would be offended by your synposis of his personality or charmed, but nonetheless he's arrived in the Halo.

In Halo 2, Chainz grabs hold of Black Death and muscles him into a powerbomb. All the reserve energy in Black Death evaporates upon impact, but Chainz isn't done making his statement. He powers Black Death up another time and puts even more force into the second powerbomb. Chain Reaction. Cover.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Eliminated: Black Death

Nick: Black Death is gone. He gave it a good effort but Michael Sloan is a monster himself.

Richard: And Sloan wasting no time going over to Halo 1.

Nick: Wait, the tunnels are going to close in about twenty seconds and everybody has piled themselves into Halo 1.

Richard: This should be fun to watch.

Chainz marches through the tunnel and drops down the ladder just as Jason Snow puts a boot into Jackson Rust and breaks up a potential pinfall on Boda. Snow looks over and sees his former bodyguard, a bit of anger flowing through his veins.

Nick: Snow's current protector against his old one and those two had a violent match when it came to a head.

Richard: That's an understatement, brother.

Champ Chamberlain looks over and sees Chainz standing two feet from him. The Monster gives him a glance. The Man in Demand does something nobody expects.

He shrieks like a ten year old girl.

The Halo comes to a complete stop. Literally. Tchu stops kicking Donnelly in the head. Thanatos stops choking Douglas. Snow and Rust glance at each other.

Richard: What. The. Shit.

And everybody busts the fuck out laughing. Even Sloan. The only one who doesn't slap their thighs is Thanatos, but we're sure he doesn't have the right computer code to laugh.

Sloan walks over to Champ and places an arm around him, reassuring The Only Attraction that he's not there to hurt him...Only to lift him up in a gutwrench and drive him down with a backbreaker.

Richard: I just lost all respect for Champ Chamberlain. What in the hell is dude's malfunction?

Nick: The tunnels have officially shut. We have all twelve superstars inside one Halo.

Richard: Let the madness begin.

Varga and Tempest have gotten to a standing position and are trading knees with one another. Tempest gains the advantage, using her quickness to move around and make Varga dizzy. The man is crazy enough to continue following her even if his vision is getting blurrier by the second. Tempest trips out the legs, but Varga has enough Halo presence to grab onto the structure and avoid falling.

Nick: We could have had another Danny Ferguson incident there if Varga hadn't caught himself.

Richard: Only less people would care this time.

The arrival of Chainz has garnered the interest of a lot of parties, one being the monster Thanatos. He swats past Donnelly and Tchu, grabbing Chainz and slinging him into the middle of the ring. Boda has reignited a brawl with Troy Douglas while Jackson Rust and Jason Snow are getting acquainted, Snow coming out the aggressor and connecting with an STO on the steel flooring.

Nick: This is already turning into a donnybrook.

Frenchie decides to take advantage of Champ Chamberlain and blast him with a European uppercut. Chamberlain backpedals, almost coming near the Thanatos/Chainz brawl. This scares him enough to head back toward Frenchie, who plants a running knee into his forehead. Frenchie eye gouges Champ and slams him head first into the Halo.

Boda slings Douglas over in a belly to belly suplex. Tchu lands a double underhook suplex at the same time on Donnelly. The two meet in the middle, Donnelly getting an unexpected cover.

ONE

TWO

THR-

Tchu pulls Donnelly away, grabbing him by the legs and slingshotting him into Michael Sloan, who has gained the upper hand on Thanatos. Sloan boots Donnelly in the midsection and hoists him up, keeping him upside down and spiking him with the piledriver. Tchu pulls Donnelly back when Thanatos wraps his arm around Chainz and brings him into the air for a sleeper powerbomb. Cover on Donnelly.

ONE

TWO

THR-

Kickout by Donnelly.

Nick: Here comes Number 22 into the Halo.

00:42:00
BUZZER!

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

<*i><*b>You remember, You remember me, yes,
I remember what we are, I remember only scars,
I remember only stars, I remember hell and mother,
I have seen the eye of god, Youth trust gone forever.<*/i><*/b>

Richard: Oh shit.

Nick: This is going from chaotic to downright insane. No way for any of these men to get out of Halo 1 and The Murder Show is on his way down.

Richard: Somebody is about to become Holyfield to Hessian's Tyson.

As the lyrical tome depicting the Hardcore Monster blasts through the air a massive silhouette approaches the stage, bleeding through the smoke which has a bluish hue through it until he stands before the ramp, emerging out onto the stage to a chorus of cheers.

<*i><*b>See only the master, risen, risen,
After all the silence, all of him laughing
After all the strangers, beaten, driven,
Try to place all things, in a certain rhythm
Do as the book told you see the pages torn,
Make the spell upon them, in human form,
So we come to call it, the great & awesome dance,
Do you see before you, the Kingdom of Romance.<*/i><*/b>

Even though all competitors have taken note of Hessian, they can't stop battling. Otherwise, they might cease to exist. Tempest gains the upper hand on Varga, jumping into the air for a hurricanrana and bringing him down from the upper level of the Halo.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Holy Jesus.

Megatron sidesteps the incoming Varga in the knick of time, but can't avoid the forward Russian leg sweep of Boda. He would go for a cover, but Michael Sloan crushes his back after being launched across the ring by Thanatos.

Richard: Hessian might want to take his time in getting down the ramp.

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

<*i><*b>You remember, You remember his face,
You remember what I am, I remember only weeping,
I remember only sleeping, I remember tearing flesh,
I can only taste the devil, Your tears when you cry,<*/i><*/b>

Tchu bounces off the ropes and wraps his arm around Donnelly's head, swinging him around for a Tornado DDT. On the upper level, Tempest turns her back to the action and soars through the air with a corkscrew plancha. Tchu is the unfortunate recipient of the move. Tempest covers.

ONE

TWO

TH-

Varga with a clubbing blow on the back of the head interrupts the count. Nitz Donnelly hits the second rope and twirls around, a kick finding the side of Varga's head. Jackson Rust lands a kick underneath the chin, sending Varga over the ropes and onto the steel flooring. Tempest uses Thanatos as a launch pad, somersaulting herself onto Varga and sitting on him. She taunts him with eye pokes.

Richard: That's...fucking...fantastic.

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

<*i><*b>Wasted with the children, singing just a hymn,
You can hear them only, crying, crying,
After all the horses gallop to fathom,
Try to fell under you, spine of the dragon,
Do as you consider, writhe & spin alarm,
Spell tricky magic, nails for your savior,
So we bravely gather, though we moan with dread,
Do you see before you, the Kingdom of the Dead.<*/i><*/b>

Richard: At this rate, Hessian is going to hit the ring about five minutes after he's supposed to.

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

Thanatos wraps The Monster from Hell's Kitchen in a German suplex and goes to slam him on his neck, but the Intense Champion switches around and proves he can hang in the power department by planting Thanatos on his head. He goes for the cover.

ONE

TWO

THR-

Thanatos pushes his shoulder to the side.

<*i><*b>Can I remember, I remember you, no,
Can I remember gold, I remember silver eyes,
I remember silver skies, I remember awesome pain
I can hear the horse in darkness, Only he dreams of glory.<*/i><*/b>

Keeping pace Hessian briskly marches towards the ring through the fire as the lights flicker like lightning throughout the arena and the heavy metal of Motorhead bursts the eardrums of fans around the arena. The smoke soon dissapates on the stage and the fire dies down almost completely as Hessian reaches the door and enters Halo 1.

Richard: HERE WE GO, BABY!

Champ Chamberlain lets out another teenage shriek, but Hessian doesn't find the gesture amusing. The Murder Show steps over the top rope and pounces on Michael Sloan, picking him up and driving him into the canvas. The Murder Show resorts to bare knuckle brawling, mounting Chainz and pummeling him with rights and lefts.

Nick: After the loss last night, Hessian wants revenge and he wants it in the worst way possible.

The Frenchie takes hold of Chamberlain's legs and hoists him backwards in a wheelbarrow suplex.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: If he wanted to shriek after that, I might not blame him.

Varga takes hold of Tempest and monkey flips her into the Halo. The thud recoils Tempest, causing her to stumble back and rest against the ropes. Varga sweeps out Tempest's legs with a leg kick and headbutts her in the shoulder. He rolls her over to the ropes and places her in the ring, grabbing the bottom rope and choking her against it.

Richard: Wow, Varga turning into a misogynist like get out, son.

Nick: And here comes another entrant. The action is fast and furious.

00:44:00
BUZZER!

Slap bass brings the capacity crowd to his feet as music this dirty can only mean the entrance of one man -- the 2009 Dual Halo Winner. As "Garbage Bag Johnny Will Win Zero II Hero" blasts over the loudspeakers, Garbage Bag Johnny floats towards the rings on a magical golden ticket. He eliminates everyone and wins Dual Halo . . . and that's just his entrance video!

Nick: Garbage Bag Johnny won Dual Halo last year, Richard, and he was the first non-PRIME superstar to ever win the event. Now he's here to see if he can be the first to make it two in a row!

Richard: Can you believe that this guy is the commissioner of GCW now? That place must really be going down the plughole!

The GCW Commissioner finally comes out from backstage. The crowd goes absolutely wild. They love this guy, and why the hell not? He even has a Bleacher Reacher T-Shirt Cannon. He's blasting T-shirts left and right into the crowd as he makes his way down to the ring.

Nick: Those are GCW T-shirts, Richard!

Richard: Somebody stop this guy!

Back in the ring, Troy Douglas has been isolated by Boda and Jason Snow. Each man takes turns leveling Douglas with right hands. Boda captures him, keeping his arms tucked and swings him around in a belly to belly side suplex. Snow yells at Boda to pick him up and The Enforcer obliges. Snow brings the trademark right foot up to Douglas' chin and rocks him to the ground with a snake eyes.

Richard: And that is officially the end to Troy Douglas' night.

Not so fast, thinks Champ Chamberlain. Just as Snow is about to go for a cover, Boda pulls him away. Snow looks up at his SOB stablemate with a bewildered look, but the glare regresses when Champ Chamberlain dives from the upper portion onto Douglas. Boda grabs hold of Chamberlain and swings him across the ring while Snow gets the cover.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Eliminated: Troy Douglas

Nick: Megatron going out at just over forty minutes. Give credit where its due, he gave a great effort.

Richard: A loser on both nights.

Nick: I'm going to relay this information to him after the show. Let's see how big a man you are when Douglas gets in your grill at the vending machine.

Boda unwillingly caused another superstar's demise. Champ Chamberlain crashes head into chest with The Murder Show. With spittle spewing from his teeth, Hessian glares down at Chamberlain. The Man in Demand shakes, his legs becoming spaghetti. He doesn't know what to do and is seconds from having a heart attack. Hessian raises his massive paw for a strike, but Chamberlain hightails it the other way.

Unfortunately, he crashes into another superstar. The one he's even more terrified of. Chainz. Boot to the midsection. One powerbomb. Two powerbombs. Turn the lights out.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Eliminated: Champ Chamberlain

Nick: And now the strangest man in the Halo is ready to make his presence felt.

Varga slams Tempest's head into the steel flooring, blood trickling down her forehead. Varga considers the blood a moral victory but is unaware of the man creeping behind him. Throwing his arms up in victory, Varga is spun around by GBJ and tripped to the ground. GBJ holds out a fist and 90,000 in Wembley Stadium bring the roof down. They know what is coming.

GBJ: VARGINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA PUNCH!

The punch comes down swift. Varga turns on his side and runs around in circles. Tempest, sitting against the ropes, gets a big laugh out of the spectacle. GBJ shrugs his shoulders and grabs Varga's legs one more time. The crowd gets even louder.

GBJ: VARGINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA PUNCH NUMBER TWO!

Another punch. Varga continues to run around on his side. He might break the world record for a mile at this rate.

Richard: GCW scum...DIE! Heh, heh, heh, Vargina punch...DIE GCW SCUM...Varga has no penis. HAHAHA!

Nick: The great dichotomy of a PRIME color commentator, ladies and gentlemen.

Spreading the ring and floor, five different battles have formed. Hessian is batting Chainz back and forth with fisticuffs, each punch packing more force than the previous one. Chainz doesn't seem to mind, a faint chuckle emitting from his mouth. The disrespect only fuels Hessian's anger. Now he's applying all the power he can muster. The thuds resonate and ringside fans cringe, albeit briefly considering Sloan is taking the beating.

Richard: Hessian can obliterate cinder blocks and Sloan is able to brush those hams off like they are nothing.

Thanatos has been taken away from the threat of Chainz by an even bigger incentive, the possibility of fighting for the Universal Champion. Jason Snow rests involuntarily atop The High Lord Executioner's shoulders. Thanatos shoves Snow higher and hooks the tights, driving down and putting The Original Villain into the canvas. He covers.

ONE

TWO

THRE-

The jittery Universal Champion slides a shoulder out.

Nick: Snow has been in there quite a long time as has Boda. We know Snow has a ridiculous amount of stamina, but Boda is another story. Will he be able to keep pace?

Richard: I'm sure they can form an alliance if need be with others to keep themselves fresh.

Speaking of The Enforcer, he's on the receiving end of an unlikely double team. The Flying Frenchie and Ego from New England have Boda against the Halo and are placing strikes into his body. Donnelly levels Boda with a high kick while Frenchie drives a European uppercut into his nose, directly into the wound opened up earlier. Boda isn't happy and tries to break free, but four hands slam him back against the Halo. Donnelly hops onto the apron and puts his knee into the forehead of The Enforcer. Frenchie lands a Yakuza kick at the same time and Boda hits the mats.

Nick: Frenchie has found himself an ally and this will give Donnelly a breather as well.

Two babyfaces have found one another and neither is backing down from the other. Tchu has the upper hand on Jackson Rust, grabbing his left arm and placing it behind his back. Rust goes for a fireman's carry, but Tchu hoists him onto the right shoulder and slams him into the ringside mats.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: And with that, here comes Number 24.

00:46:00
BUZZER!

GBJ is on his fifth or sixth Vargina Punch when Tempest suggests a modification and hops on the top rope. She tells GBJ to spread his legs. He obliges and Tempest dazzles those in attendance with her high flying acrobatics...And headbutting Varga in his balls.

Vince Howard: Introducing our next competitor in the Dual Halo!

The video screen at the head of the entrance ramp sparks into life.  But instead of a slickly edited intro package, what we see looks like a slightly battered, somewhat worn piece of film...or old school video.  The image is that of the late Bill Bixby in one of his most famous roles, David Banner.  Noted scientist...and alter ego of The Hulk.

The music playing behind the video begins to pick up speed slightly as our narrator's voice booms out over the PA.

Voiceover: "And now when David Banner grows angry or outraged, a startling metamorphosis occurs."

Onscreen, David's eyes turn a sudden, violent shade of green. His body locks rigid and begins to expand, erupting with muscle while turning a deep shade of green. The scene cuts and the creature stands at the top of a hill, growling at the universe. The narrator continues.

Voiceover: "The creature is driven by rage..."

The video begins to shake and stutter, the same sequence repeating several times. Finally, the film appears to burn out leaving the screen black. The audio, however, is still coming through. We hear again:

Voiceover: "The creature is driven by rage..."

Quickly followed by the most famous phrase ñ which the crowd speaks along with.

Voiceover: "Mister McGee, don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: We go from GCW scum to this bullshit?

The driving guitars of Muse's "Supermassive Black Hole" blast out over the PA system as the Marshalls make their presence known at the top of the aisle.

Nick: Another powerhouse set to enter the structure.

Richard: PRIME needs to do a steroid test. Right now.

[lyrics]OH BABY DON'T YOU KNOW I SUFFER?
OH BABY CAN'T YOU HEAR ME MOAN?
YOU CAUGHT ME UNDER FALSE PRETENSES
HOW LONG BEFORE YOU LET ME GO?[/lyrics]

Lance prowls his way down the aisle, each step being made with deliberate precision. Even in a sport known for impressively developed individuals, Lance Marshall can still manage to give an audience pause. He is heavily muscled and incredibly defined, to the point where he'd make your average comic book powerhouse look small... and the sense of power radiating from him leaves no doubt that the muscles are not just for show. Clad in a pair of workmanlike blue jeans and a black t-shirt with a gold lion's head emblem imprinted on it, he makes his way down the aisle with a grace one would not expect from a man of his size.

Hessian and Chainz have found their way to the top rope. The Murder Show is firmly in charge, hooking his arm across Chainz neck and pulling the rest of him up top. Both men fall backwards in a huge superplex.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

[lyrics]OOOH...YOU SET MY SOUL ALIGHT
OOOH...YOU SET MY SOUL ALIGHT
(OOOH...YOU SET MY SOUL ALIGHT)
GLACIERS MELTING IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
AND THE SUPERSTARS SUCKED INTO THE SUPERMASSIVE[/lyrics]

Lance slaps at the hands at the hands lining the aisle, his gaze never straying from the ring. His eyes seem to almost burn with energy. As he approaches the Dual Halo, a smile slowly starts to creep along his mouth.

Vince Howard: Standing six-foot-three-inches tall, he weighs in at three-hundred and twenty pounds! This is a former SCCW Universal Champion! THIS IS THE LION...LAAAAANCE MAARRRRRRRRRSHALLL!

Richard: Yeah, that smile is because he's on the damn juice and nobody but him knows it.

[lyrics]I THOUGHT I WAS A FOOL FOR NO-ONE
OH BABY I'M A FOOL FOR YOU
YOU'RE THE QUEEN OF THE SUPERFICIAL
AND HOW LONG BEFORE YOU TELL THE TRUTH[/lyrics]

Normally, this would be the point where Alanna Marshall, standing tall and proud, would make her way down to the ring by her husband's side.  But tonight, the Lioness is nowhere to be seen.  And while Lance looks ready for blood, there's still the profound sense of something missing.

Jason Snow throws a desperation right hand to get Thanatos off his back, but the blow only temporarily stuns The High Lord Executioner. Snow springs to the top and flies in his direction. A DDT or other crippling move is his intention, but Thanatos catches him in one arm. The giant shoots Snow out of the ring in the direction of GCW's alliance and Varga. All four individuals hit the flooring and graze the Halo.

[lyrics]OOOH...YOU SET MY SOUL ALIGHT
OOOH...YOU SET MY SOUL ALIGHT
(OOOH...YOU SET MY SOUL ALIGHT)
GLACIERS MELTING IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
AND THE SUPERSTARS SUCKED INTO THE SUPERMASSIVE[/lyrics]

Lance makes his way up to the ring apron into Halo 1, clambering in through the middle rope.  Once inside the ring, he turns to the crowd and lets out a huge roar.  The crowd responds back in kind.

[lyrics]SUPERMASSIVE BLACK HOLE
SUPERMASSIVE BLACK HOLE
SUPERMASSIVE BLACK HOLE
SUPERMASSIVE BLACK HOLE[/lyrics]

Richard: That entrance took a mighty fine long time.

The eyes of Jason Snow, glazed over as they are, show a spark when Lance Marshall enters his world. Snow smacks at the mat, trying to get his feet under him and make an attempt at attacking Marshall. The Lion glances at all of the melees and ponders which one he wants to get involved with.

Richard: Oh fudge ice cream, this is about to get nasty.

He receives an unexpected surprise when Thanatos walks up to him and doesn't strike him.

Nick: What in the world? Thanatos is the silent killer. He's...

Richard: Oh this could be bad.

A silent conversation takes place between the two. After a few seconds, both have a stern look on their face and their target is Jason Snow.

Richard: THIS. IS. BAD.

Nick: Snow might need to call in every favor he owes because his moments in the Halo could be numbered considerably.

Richard: Unless the next person out is Youngblood, I'd say that's very likely.

00:48:00
BUZZER!

"Faint" by Linkin Park

Richard: I've just received word through my headset from Devin Shakur to utter the following phrase...

"I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard". With a burst of excitement, they leap to their feet, celebrating the return of one of the best this company has ever seen. The scars that tell his stories are still there. The piercings are still there. The look of determination that always appeared stained on his face is still there.

Vince Howard: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…FORMER PRIME INTENSE CHAMPION AND A PROUD MEMBER OF THE PRIME HALL OF FAME…

The red sparkles of pyro trickle down behind him as he glazes over the arena…the ecstatic fans. They once hated him with a passion, but time doctors all wounds. He feels inspired. It's good to be back.

Vince Howard:  ….THE "PRINCE OF DELUSION"….VANGELUS OLSIG!

Richard: What the hell is this emo prick doing out here?

Three leaps at the top of the ramp, and then it's all full throttle as Vangelus charges to the ring, driven by the cheers, empowered by the adrenaline. Eight long months since he's last done this…

…he has a lot to get out. He tears into Halo 1 and runs around, straight for Mr. Halo himself, Tchu. The Inhuman Being welcomes the intrusion, going straight for the other Hall of Famer. Olsig snatches his anticipated right hand and turns it into a japanese arm drag. Tchu rests a half second before enduring a palm strike from The Prince of Delusion. Olsig follows in with a standing side kick to the ribs and uses the momentum to spin around. Olsig grabs Tchu and drives him head first into the steel stairs with a reverse Russian Leg Sweep.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: The longest reigning Intense Champion making short work of Tchu, and now he's ready to get inside the structure.

Well, he would have been if Jackson Rust didn't pull him out and monkey flip him into the Halo. Welcome home, Vangelus.

Back in the ring, Thanatos and Marshall march past the GCW contingent and retrieve Jason Snow from the steel flooring, effortlessly chucking the Universal Champion into the ring. Tempest decides to make a brash move and clubs Thanatos in the back, using her quickness to dart back over at her original position. The High Lord Executioner turns around, but Thanatos and GBJ point to Marshall. The Lion gives him a glare and mouths "Pointless" before stepping into the ropes and encouraging Thanatos to do the same.

Nick: Meanwhile in the upper deck, we've got a quagmire of our own which could hold big benefits later on down the line.

Hessian and Chainz have found their way into the upper deck of the Halo, clawing away at one another. Chainz powers Hessian backwards into the tunnel door and leaves a small dent. These doors have been reinforced by Shakur because of all the anticipated weight. Nothing is going to get through any of them. Although Chainz doesn't know that. He lifts Hessian up a second time and slams him into the tunnel. Hessian growls and claps his hands against Chainz' forehead, breaking himself from the hold. The Murder Show grabs Sloan around the throat and picks him from the mesh flooring, pushing him back on the descent.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Let's hope Shakur had that reinforced as well. With these two monsters roaming around, it might not take long.

Richard: Six hundred pounds plus in Hessian's beard alone.

The unlikeliest alliance remains on the floor with Boda. The Ego of New England reaches underneath the ringside area and pulls out a table. Frenchie holds Boda in place with a knee to the groin. Boda sinks very quickly. Donnelly sets up the table and motions Frenchie over, who drags Boda by the hair. Donnelly pushes the stairs out and gives Frenchie the assist in dragging Boda onto the middle. Donnelly stands on top, Frenchie on the bottom. Both men smack the legs of Boda simultaneously and lift, dropping The Enforcer in a rather grueling brainbuster.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Tehnicality and aerial acrobatics be damned, a move like that will put you out on any given night.

Richard: I'm torn on which way to go in this situation. Frenchie, favorite foreigner, Boda, the man. GRAH!

Nick: The hardest decision in the sport of professional wrestling.

Back on the apron, Varga has somehow found his second wind and is taking names on both members of GCW. A boot to Tempest. A roaring elbow to GBJ. He turns around and grabs hold of Tempest, hooking her head over his back and dropping to his knees. Inverted headlock backbreaker. Tempest contorts back in an unflattering position, but Varga still gives her a look like she's garbage. Then he turns and looks at actual Garbage. Varga takes hold of GBJ by the legs, angles him up and launches him head first into the ring post. Johnny spins around and receives a step up enziguri from Varga.

Richard: What in the hell is this? Varga has a moveset?

Nick: He's controlling the former winner of the Dual Halo and former GCW Television Champion.

Richard: Can we take a look and see how he did that?

Varga delivers a Vagina Kick, nailing both GBJ and Tempest at the same time.

All things make sense now.

Thanatos and Lance Marshall military press Jason Snow high into the air, and we're talking high. Marshall might not have the height to match Thanatos, but he can bring up the rear in any powerhouse tandem. Both men stomp across the ring and propel Snow forward, watching him soar up onto the upper deck and smack the Halo with his back.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Holy shit!

Richard: Jason Snow just got sick air!

Nick: Either man could have done that on their own, but wow! If these two forge an alliance...

Richard: It might take the reunion of Chainz and Hessian to stop them.

On the other portion of the upper level, near the tunnels, Chainz and Hessian have both drawn blood on the other. Hessian slings Chainz over his right shoulder and goes to drop him down.

Richard: Oh man, if you want to talk about biggest impact of the night!

Nick: Hessian looking to – Sloan got out of it.

A rake of the eyes pulls Hessian back into a well placed sleeper hold courtesy of The Monster from Hell's Kitchen.

Nick: Here come the tunnels opening. Who is going to go where in this one?

00:50:00
BUZZER!

Richard: More importantly, who comes out next?

As the countdown hits zero, the lights around the entrance turn blue-violet and gold accents flash around the arena. It can only mean one thing... 

It's about to get Bonafide up in this bitch. 

All I wanna do is... 

*GUNZZZZZZZSHOTS* 

Wembley is just seconds away from greatness. 

So Swaggerific
S-So Swafferific
So Swaggerific
S-So Swaggerific

How can you call it a lifestyle, when you don't live your life in style?
How can you call it a lifestyle, when you don't live your life in style? 

With a cheshire grin from ear to ear, Elise Ares steps out into the arena to a choir of boos. Everyone in Wembley from the floor, to the middle, to the nosebleeds agree about one thing... they HATE Elise Ares. Pausing at the entrance she soaks up the hatred with an undeniable smirk and bows for the audience, only making them voice their disapproval even louder. With a bounce in her step, she makes her way towards destiny which awaits in the form of a group of mostly men trying to maim each other in a see-thru bubble. 

Fans reach out and try to slap five with The Swaggeriffic One, only for her to try to dodge the filthy masses like she's carrying the ball in a game of flag football. Once at the end of the aisle, she adjusts her hair and outfit knowing that if she's going to make a statement that she's going to do it with style. Before taking another step forward she hesitates at the entrance, contemplating not entering the Halo at all before seeing a point of entry and moving into Halo 2.

Nick: While the crowd has been booing the everloving crap out of Ares, several people have taken the opportunity and moved over to Halo 2.

Richard: The pros and cons of that are very intriguing. I shall read a -

Nick: No, he's not reading anything. The only two people missing from the carnage are Hessian and Chainz, who have decided to crowd the tunnels. We might have another Tempest/Varga situation here.

Richard: And these two love each other. It really shows.

Piling down the ladder in a disorganized fashion over the last minute have been Nitz Donnelly, who is now rejuvenated upon seeing Elise Ares walk into his Halo. Even if The Ego is close to running on his last legs, he'll pick it up for a chance to pound Ares into the canvas. Tchu and Jackson Rust have carried their back and forth over into Halo 2, slamming each other's heads on the ladder while fully immersing themselves in the silent Halo. The Prince of Delusion tries to get himself involved, kicking Tchu on top of the head all the way down the ladder. Frenchie is trying to speak with Jason Snow about a possible alliance while shoving him down into the Halo. Although, it's safe to say that nobody understands The Original Villain most of the time, and its damn sure safe to say nobody understands Frenchie all of the time.

Richard: Hey, he's pulling the Standard of Bastards apart.

Nick: The tunnels are shutting. Oh man. Hessian and Chainz haven't moved either. They are stuck up there for nine minutes.

Richard: I'm sure they'll be happy in their own perverted sort of way.

Nick: We are back to fast and furious action in both Halos.

Richard: We might need to put a bit more focus on the tunnel cam. Otherwise, we might not have one by the time this is over.

Chainz and Hessian realize their predicament, but the situation only drives them into each other. Hessian pounds Chainz with a right hand. Chainz counters and goes for a knee, looking for a DDT onto the floor. Hessian backs Chainz up against the door and locks an arm behind the back, pulling down on the head and slamming Chainz face first into steel. Chainz seems to relish in the pain while The Murder Show mounts and pummels him with rights and lefts.

Nick: They might break the tunnel.

Richard: Might? I'm already calling the bookie and seeing if I can get some during match odds.

Halo 2 finally has some action. Nitz Donnelly and Elise Ares have found one another, with The Swaggeriffic One gaining an edge with a low blow and DDT combination. She spins The Ego over and goes for a cover.

ONE

TWO

THRE-

Donnelly muscles the shoulder out. He's been in the fight for over fifty minutes, but he's not losing to a rival in the tag division, especially Ares. The Havana Harlot frowns and tugs Donnelly up by the hair, backing him into the corner. She charges from halfway across ring, leaping and connecting with an Amethystation. Donnelly stumbles out of the corner, but Ares receives a new problem when Tchu snatches her in a tilt a whirl backbreaker and goes for the cover.

ONE

TWO

THRE-

The Flying Frenchie splashes atop Tchu before the three count, ruining Tchu's chance at collecting the 5 Star bounty. Tchu turns around and boots Frenchie in the midsection. The Inhuman Being clutches Frenchie at the side and shoots him into the air for a gutwrench backbreaker.

Tchu turns around and gets a double team jawbreaker from Nitz Donnelly and Jackson Rust.

Nick: Action on top of action in Halo 2.

Halo 1 provides one of the more unique sights in a PRIME setting, James Varga dominating the competition. When Tempest sits up, blood underneath her eyes, Varga stomps her back down. GBJ goes for a somersault off the top rope onto Varga, but Varga sticks a shin out and impedes The Dirtiest Dude in PRIME (still). He locks on a front face lock and holds the move, glaring out at the crowd before falling backwards in a DDT.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: On the steel flooring, that'll bring anybody to their knees.

Varga hops between the ropes and goes after Boda, kicking him in the midsection and wrenching on another front face lock. Varga digs his head into Boda's shoulder and flips over, wrenching down for an impressive flip over neckbreaker. Boda cringes and crawls over toward the middle rope. Lance Marshall charges off toward The Enforcer. Varga has enough presence of mind to get out of dodge and let The Lion drop his 320 pounds across Boda's neck.

Nick: For someone like Boda, being in the Halo so long, a body like Marshall coming across his neck has to feel like a brick wall.

Richard: I don't know if you realize this or not, but Marshall is a brick wall.

The High Lord Executioner decides to follow suit and drop his 357 pounds across Boda. The rest of Boda's body instinctively rises and he goes through the ropes onto the flooring.

Nick: Yeesh, mother of God that was a nightmare right there for Boda.

Richard: We might need to call Andrews, dude is in a bad way after that.

Nick: And speaking of bad ways, we've got three people left to come through those curtains and...if my list is correct...All of them are vicious.

00:52:00
BUZZER!

Vince Howard: And the next participant in the Dual Halo match, representing Sin City Championship Wrestling...

I am not a saint
No sacrifice can make me holy
And I cannot live for you

Richard: From insane to downright creepy. Even this woman creeps me out.

Nick: And it takes a bunch to creep Richard Parker out, folks.

It's You're Pretty's "Not A Saint", and the reaction from the Londoner fans is unsurprisingly mixed – out here in Europe, your common wrestling fan can't really be as dedicated a PRIME fan, or a fan of any of the other PTC feds. They watched what they could, on the Internet and on cable, on DVDs and the odd late-night showing.

If this were a full-on PRIME audience, one that'd lived through the ins and the outs of this woman's relationship with this federation, they'd have been almost uniformly negative. As it was, it was pretty bad – lots of archived footage showed her doing truly awful things.

Vince Howard: Accompanied to the Halo by "The Devil's Daughter" Quinn Gregory, she hails from Tampa, Florida and is the GTT7 CHAMPION... the Spider in the Web, Alexandra Pierce... DEEEEEEEEE-SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHD(uh)!

I've given this thought
And climbed off this cross
Because that's the way I think it should be
Unveiling my flaws
And accepting my wrongs
What do you want from me?

Marshall glances up at the incoming arrival and gives a bit of a smirk, talking to Thanatos as well, probably informing The High Lord Executioner that she is a valuable asset to their newfound union. Thanatos gives a blank expression, but the lack of stark objection signifies that he might be on board.

Varga has focused his attention back on GBJ and Tempest, more specifically Tempest. He rakes her in the eyes and pulls her up, landing a right hand. Tempest ricochets off the Halo and spins 360 degrees in the air for a big spinning kick. Varga stumbles over the ropes and into the well developed sternums of The Lion and Lord Thanatos.

Richard: Bad call, bro.

Needless to say they military press him against the Halo, bouncing Varga off like a ping pong ball.

The two women stepping through the curtain are dressed like a yin/yang symbol. The woman in the lead wears dark pants and a spaghetti-strapped tanktop, her fists wrapped up in dark tape. Her daughter is a step behind, in acid-washed jeans and a white PRIME/SCCW Cataclysm t-shirt. One is beaming (that'd be the girl), one is all business (that'd be her mother).

Well, here I stand before you
I'm not hiding anything
Because I am not a saint
No sacrifice can make me holy
And I cannot live for you

The Spider's gaze is already scanning the people in the ring. She's weighing her options, looking for weaknesses, places she can find a quick advantage. When they get to the door to the monstrosity that is the Halo, her daughter squeezes her hand, and she darts through the doors. Quinn steps back, levering herself over the guardrail to take a seat at ringside.

It was time for her mother to go to work.

The Spider takes a step and only needs one to execute a Shining Wizard on Garbage Bag Johnny. Tempest comes to aid her GCW ally and receives a Spider's Kiss. Like that. Out of no where. She stumbles back through the ropes. An incoming James Varga takes the opportunity of momentary distraction and grabs The Spider around the neck, pulling her back into the ropes and pulling her out onto the steel flooring. He locks her head, ankles still clutching the ropes.

Nick: Varga could be going for the quickest elimination of the Halo, and what a moment it would be for him to eliminate Alexandra Pierce.

Unfortunately, you don't hang around SCCW for the length of time The Spider has without gaining some allies, and they happen to be in this Halo. Lance Marshall, accompanied by Thanatos, come over and rip Varga from his position, freeing Pierce. Marshall and Thanatos hold Varga in air for a spinebuster, but Pierce intrudes and lands a leg lariat that adds to the impact of the spinebuster. Marshall and Thanatos lean back against the ropes for support, charge ahead and drop their almost 700 pounds on Varga's prone body.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Even James Varga doesn't deserve that kind of brutality.

Thanatos goes for the cover, but Pierce instructs Marshall to pull Varga back up.

Richard: Varga is about to go bye-bye at this rate. He's already dead from that splash.

Marshall tugs on Varga's arm and scoots him up to the canvas, feeding him to Pierce. She brings out her second Spider's Kiss of the evening and covers Varga.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Eliminated: James Varga

Marshall, Thanatos and Pierce stand over in the corner and talk strategy while Johnny and Tempest rest on the other side of the ring doing the same. Boda holds his own corner, glancing over at his partner in Halo 2.

The Prince of Delusion has found The Original Villain and pops an elbow into his forehead. Snow shoves away and goes for Snake Eyes, but Olsig ducks out of the way and inadvertantly sets Nitz Donnelly up for a leapfrog into the corner on Snow. The Original Villain's neck is caved in, almost wrenching him over the top rope.

Jackson Rust dives into the corner area, keeping most of his body directed at the break between the top and middle rope. His arm wraps around the neck of Snow for a brief moment before his body coils onto the apron. Tchu follows in a half second later with a Stinger Splash. Snow stumbles out to center ring and collapses. The Havana Harlot decides to try for a cover.

ONE

TWO

THR-

Tchu tugs Ares off, grabbing her by the legs and slinging her onto the steel flooring. She takes a hard face first smack, probably busting her lip open. The Inhuman Being drops on top and goes for the cover.

ONE

TWO

THRE-

The Flying Frenchie grabs hold of Tchu's right side and cradles him around for a roll up.

ONE

TWO

THR-

Tchu rolls backwards directly into a Nitz Donnelly mafia kick. Donnelly turns Tchu over and covers.

ONE

TWO

TH-

Tchu kicks out even though he might have no clue where he's at.

Nick: And here comes Number 29.

00:54:00
BUZZER!

Diamonds are forever 
They're all I need to please me 
They can't stimulate or tease me 
They won't leave in the night 
Have no fear that they might 
Desert me

Richard: Oh Lordy lordy, the most pissed off son of a bitch on the roster after last night.

Nick: The Pariah came up just short against the Universal Champion last night and now he's out for redemption.

Richard: He's got one of the most envied numbers with only one person behind him.
 
The soothing tone of Shirley Bassey’s voice is followed by articulate trumpet blares, the PRIME*View video pulling back from its tracking to show a glistening Y shaped diamond. Each trumpet blare is causes the backdrop to glow, before becoming enveloped in white.   
 
D I A M O N D
 
Wait by Earshot begins to play. And out he comes, the once again christened Only Diamond In The Sport, Brandon Youngblood. White singlet.  Powerwalking to the Halo, perhaps the most seasoned Halo entrant (this would be his forth) knows exactly what can and will happen in this demonic structure. He goes over to aid The Original Villain, muscling into Halo 2 and going right for all those who have done harm to Snow.

Nick: The fireball is about to explode.

Brandon Youngblood clotheslines Flying Frenchie out of his boots. The Pariah picks him up quickly and assumes the position, flipping The Frenchman overhead with a T-Bone suplex. Quickly spinning his hips, Youngblood catches Donnelly in an arm wrench side suplex. Another spin of the hips and Youngblood dives for Olsig, tackling him and raining forearm after forearm on the back of his skull. The rabid dog intensity of The Pariah causes Snow to grin and puts everybody else on notice.

Richard: You want to talk about one hell of a break for Snow.

Elise Ares makes the brazen choice and gets in Youngblood's grill. He turns around and doesn't think before spinning her in a belly to belly side suplex. The man is on auto-pilot with domination. Tchu tries to pick his spot and dart at Youngblood with his shoulder, but The Pariah sidesteps and locks his arms around The Inhuman Being's waist, instantly throwing him over with a release German suplex. Jackson Rust springboards from the top rope and falls victim to Youngblood's catch and release fallaway slam. Youngblood puts a tattooed arm into the canvas and gets to a standing position, sneering at everybody looking to achieve a vertical base.

Nick: Youngblood just dispatched of Halo 2 in about thirty seconds.

Richard: How are we doing in the tunnels with Chainz and Hessian?

The Pariah and Original Villain are in charge of Halo 2. So its time to see who is running other portions of the Dual Halo.

Inside the tunnel cam, a sea of blood blots portions of the steel, cuts on both faces of Hessian and Chainz. These two are ripping each other apart, literally. Chainz tries to dig his fingernails into the eyes of Hessian. The Murder Show squirms. He might be able to withstand an unbearable amount of pain but if his eyes are taken away, he's damn near useless in the Halo. Chainz shifts one of his hands away and takes free, unprotected shots at Hessian's skull.

Richard: They've turned the tunnel into a bloodbath.

Nick: And they've got about five more minutes left before either of them can be let out.

Richard: Unless they break it open.

Nick: That'll be very tough, even for these two.

Boda uses the GCW Vs SCCW element as an excuse to rest. Thanatos whips Tempest into Alexandra Pierce who wallops the former GCW Television Champion with a spinning backfist. Tempest stumbles back and gets spun around, arms locked by Thanatos, who pulls her up into a powerbomb. Thanatos backs away while Pierce lands a standing shooting star press. Cover.

ONE

TWO

THR-

GBJ dives on top and makes the save for his partner. He managed to detain Lance Marshall by landing the Gooch Rake. The Lion isn't happy about being touched there, and shows GBJ that by violently pulling him from the canvas and throwing him into the ladder of Halo 1. GBJ doesn't pull any spider man tricks from his arsenal. He hits the ladder and lays on his back like a turtle, arms and legs in the air.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: ...Lesson of thumb number fifteen, don't try to sexually assault Lance Marshall.

Nick: I was hoping that was already implied, but we'll go ahead and add it onto the list.

The Lion steps through the ropes onto the steel flooring and prepares to make GBJ's life in the Halo miserable. Boda keeps himself on the ground, playing possum and trying to stay out of everybody else's eyesight. Pierce and Thanatos toy around with Tempest, well Pierce moreso than Thanatos. She orders Thanatos to pick Tempest up, but gets an unexpected response from the former GCW TV Champ. She bites Thanatos and slides between his legs, causing Pierce to reach down and pick her up. Tempest rolls up the body and spins Pierce 180 degrees for a hurricanrana.

Nick: Tempest coming alive in the Halo here. She's going to need this kind of mentality if she wants to survive against SCCW's militia.

Richard: Thanatos is officially SCCW?

Nick: I wouldn't put that in the record books, but his alliance with Marshall created the subsequent alliance with Pierce and thus they are a militia now.

Over in Halo 2, Brandon Youngblood and Jason Snow have decided to pick off opponents. The first man their eyes come across is Jackson Rust, who springboards onto the top rope in an act of desperation. He goes for a guillotine leg drop, or the Levee Camp Moan. The original finisher used in his early days.

Youngblood backs away, letting the move hit an unsuspecting Snow. Rust goes for the cover, but Youngblood snatches him from the canvas and hooks him in the Half Nelson suplex.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Jackson Rust isn't getting up from that.

Youngblood covers.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Eliminated: Jackson Rust

Nick: And here comes the last superstar. We're officially going to get the Dual Halo rolling once Number 30 hits the ring.

00:56:00
BUZZER!

All 90,000 in Wembley turn toward the ramp, anticipating the last individual ready to walk down and impact the Halo. A few of the superstars shift an eye toward the ramp, but nobody comes out. No light alterations. No spotlights moving. Nothing happens. No music blares from the speakers.

Nick: Is there no number 30?

Richard: Shakur might not have been able to wrangle up a thirtieth competitor. After the carnage we've seen all night, would you blame him?

Nick: The Dual Halo is the most talked about match in wrestling. I find it hard that Shakur couldn't find someone with his cavalcade of connections.

Richard: Well, maybe this is the year people balk at entering. We've got SCCW/GCW in one ring and the SOB in another. Would you like your chances if you had to enter now?

Nick: Not particularly but this is baffling.

Richard: Oh well.

Nick: Well, maybe Number 30 will make his presence felt in the next few seconds. Meanwhile, we've got enough action to call right in front of us.

Jason Snow gingerly rises from the canvas, a tad unhappy with the recent developments. He shoots The Pariah an uneasy glare, but Youngblood points to Jackson Rust being assisted down the aisle by the referees and points to Frenchie.

Richard: They've picked another target. This can't be good for Pierre.

Frenchie utters a string of profanities in French, that alliance from earlier he tried to form with Snow rendered obsolete. Although, Frenchie is not a man who is going to go down without a fight. He clocks Snow in the jaw with a right and pulls Youngblood down throat first across the top rope. Frenchie steps into the ring and finds the one alliance he was able to forge come to his beck. Nitz Donnelly delivers a spinning Shining Wizard on Jason Snow, taking him out of the ring. Youngblood turns around and wonders where his partner is. Frenchie charges at him and tries for a hurricanrana.

Richard: BAD-

Youngblood violently brings Frenchie down to the canvas with a powerbomb.

Richard: Move.

The Pariah is slung around by The Inhuman Being, kicked in the midsection and grabbed by the singlet. Tchu pulls him backwards and lands a pulling piledriver.

The Prince of Delusion hops on the shoulders of Tchu and topples him backwards with a reverse hurricanrana.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Fast and furious action. Frenchie might have caught a break.

Well, not entirely. There's one person who has barely been touched despite the bounty hanging over her head.

Richard: Elise Ares going to take an advantage of a golden opportunity.

Elise Ares springboards to the top rope and puts her back to the ring, knowing full well the risks entailed with the decision. She curls into a ball and uncoils, maneuvering her body around in a Phoenix Splash and adding a double knee drop for the finishing twist. Your Feature Presentation. Cover.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Eliminated: Flying Frenchie

Nick: And the foreign contingency sighs, Frenchie has been eliminated.

Richard: AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: It's alright big guy, you still got got Thanatos.

Richard: Go you freaky robot you!

Nick: With Frenchie's elimination, half the field has been eliminated from competition.

Richard: Excluding the enigma of Number 30, who might be taking a dirt nap. We should get cameras backstage and see if he or she was taken out.

Nick: Right now, we're only a few minutes away from the tunnels opening and the destruction of Chainz and Hessian is still going on.

The tunnel cam gets a great shot of Hessian with his legs wrapped around Chainz midsection and his arm across the neck, choking The Monster from Hell's Kitchen out. Another unique aspect of how the choke is applied, Hessian has Chainz arms trapped. The Monster can't tap if he wants to since audio inside the tunnel isn't available. Hessian is using the choke as a through and through torture move.

Nick: Amidst the sea of blood in there, now Hessian is downright trying to kill Sloan and I can't say that I blame him.

Richard: Hey, that's another human life you are tossing around like yesterday's garbage.

Over in Halo 1, Tempest has isolated Alexandra Pierce and rattles her with knee strikes. Pierce tries to dodge the blows but Tempest is a hair quicker, nailing an elbow across the head and pulling Pierce down by the right arm. The Spider tries to slither away, but Tempest drives her knee into Pierce's back and successfully applies a crossface chickenwing.

Nick: Ferret Face by Tempest. She's going for a submission on the woman who knocked her out of GTT7.

Richard: SCCW or GCW...Which do I want to see progress more?

Nick: Losing Pierce would be a huge blow for the SCCW crusade.

Luckily, Pierce doesn't have to consider the possibility of submitting because her ally, The Lion, comes to her rescue and wrestles Tempest away. He pounces on her with a club to the back and shoves her into the ropes, driving a stiff elbow into her kidney.

Nick: Marshall coming in with the save, critical there because Thanatos is tied up in the corner with Boda.

Richard: The cagey veteran finally pulling one over on Lord Thanatos. What'd I tell you, Nick? Boda picks his spots.

The Enforcer drives his shoulder into Thanatos' midsection and the dominance displayed earlier from Thanatos is evaporating. All the punishment endured has caught up with The High Lord Executioner and Boda is only increasing the toll on his body. Shoulder after shoulder sucks the air from Thanatos' lungs and Pierce/Marshall are too occupied with GCW's tandem to provide a helping hand.

Speaking of the GCW tandem, Garbage Bag Johnny has spent a respectable amount of time climbing the ladder onto the upper level. Even though he's a second too late in stopping The Lion from chokeslamming Tempest, he is able to land a Dumpster Dive onto Marshall. Cover.

ONE

TWO

THR-

The Spider rifles off a boot to the head and saves her fedmate from elimination.

Richard: Johnny pulling out the surprise there. He was close to getting an established and potential favorite out the door.

00:58:00

Nick: Two minutes remaining until the tunnels open up again.

Richard: If there is anything left of the tunnels by that point.

Switching to the tunnel cam, Chainz is flat on his back, arms over his head and legs pinned down by Hessian. He's not going for a pinfall so much as he's trying to punch Sloan into unconsciousness. Haymakers constantly land but Sloan doesn't move, he's stiff as a rock.

Nick: Hessian has gotten the upper hand and you pointed out there might not be anything of the tunnels, there might not be anything of Michael Sloan when those doors open.

In Halo 2, Youngblood and Snow continue to rule the roost putting their efforts into eliminating the weakest man in the Halo, at least according to time, Nitz Donnelly. He's been in the match for almost the full hour. Neither man is particularly fond of The Ego and their aggression shows. Youngblood locks Donnelly's head in between his legs and instructs Snow onto the second rope. The Original Villain complies and jumps off, catching Donnelly's legs and spiking him into the canvas with a piledriver. Donnelly can't muster the strength to roll away, being shoved off by Youngblood. Snow drags him to the middle of the ring and covers.

ONE

TWO

THRE-

Tchu doesn't break up the pinfall to give Donnelly any help, he finds The Ego quite a prick, but The Inhuman Being is going all out. He's ready to bruise his own body for the sake of advancing. Tchu yanks Youngblood into waiting arms and tosses him over like a sack of nothing in a Samoan Drop. Snow goes for an elbow drop, but Tchu rolls away and The Original Villain connects on The Pariah. Snow scrambles, a tad embarrassed at what happened but he's hurting when Tchu suplexes him overhead belly to belly style.

The Ego of New England reimburses Tchu for his favor by landing a high arching moonsault that backpedals The Inhuman Being. Cover.

ONE

TWO

THR-

Tchu powers out.

Nick: There are no real friends in the Halo.

Richard: These two have never been friends.

Nick: But they've got a common enemy in SOB.

Richard: Doesn't mean they are going out for beers afterward.

Nick: We're about one minute and change away from a critical tunnel opening. Boda will more than likely meet up with the other SOB members, Chainz and Hessian will get involved in the match, and we'll see some new interactions. What will happen if SOB encounters the SCCW militia?

Richard: Chaos.

In Halo 1, Boda puts Thanatos on the top rope and goes up to the middle rope. The Enforcer puts a lot of snap into his right hand and locks Thanatos around the waist. Boda goes for the belly to belly side, but The Lion interrupts, placing Boda on his shoulders and moving him over toward the other side of the ring. The Spider takes advantage walking up the ropes and grabbing hold of Boda's head. She uses the momentum to walk even higher, her legs creeping on the upper level before she spins her body around. Marshall slowly drops while flashbulbs engulf the arena. The Spider crashes with a nasty thud, but Boda takes the bigger impact thanks to the Sliced Bread #2.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: Pierce showing her inner MJ touching the sky. That was awesome.

Nick: I thought you were all go rah-rah PRIME.

Richard: Dude can appreciate a good move, Nick.

GBJ and Tempest use this moment to strike on Tempest. GBJ latching onto Lance Armstrong and pulling him down with a spinning downward spiral (The Garbage Disposal). Pierce is recovering from her high risk when Tempest intrudes, landing a leg strike on Pierce. The sting transitions into a clothesline over the ropes onto the steel flooring. Tempest hops over the top rope with a leg drop onto the back of Pierce and rolls toward the ladder, taking Pierce by the hair in that direction.

Nick: Uh oh. Tempest is heading for the ladder. This could be a big time impact.

Richard: Marshall or Thanatos better help a girl out.

Tempest literally drags Pierce up the ladder into the upper portion of the Halo. The Spider is an unwilling customer, but she isn't given much choice. Tempest is determined to land something big, perhaps career ending on The Spider. The GTT7 elimination carries weight with the former GCW TV Champ. A right hand on the upper portion reels The Spider back. Out of desperation, Pierce looks for another Spider's Kiss but Tempest is ready and lets The Spider's back meet with the mesh floor.

Nick: Tempest scouted that one. What in the world could she be setting up for?

Tempest grabs Pierce and creeps near the edge of the upper deck, her heels dangling off the mesh. Pierce is right in front of her. In one sudden motion, Tempest gets her feet underneath Pierce's arms and falls backwards. The Spider falls backwards, unable to get any kind of protection for her neck. She hits the canvas violently and sends the entire stadium into a frenzy.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: HOLY SHIT!

Richard: Oh...My...God!

Nick: ALEXANDRA PIERCE JUST GOT DROPPED SIXTEEN FEET ON HER NECK! GOOD. FUCKING. GOD.

The action in Halo 1 stops. Literally. Tempest can't muster enough energy for a cover while Marshall looks on with grave concern. GBJ scratches his beard while Boda mouths "Fuck". The move even caught most in Halo 2 by surprise. Youngblood and Snow curiously glance over into the Halo and speak amongst themselves, mumbling about the need to pin Pierce after that.

Richard: Do we have a replay on that?

Nick: I don't want to see a replay. Good lord, Pierce took what has to be the nastiest bump of the night. Tempest locked her arms, no where to go, and put her down from the upper level onto her neck. The Lollipop Drop she calls it.

Richard: There ain't nothing Lollipop about that shit, man.

Nick: You aren't kidding. Pierce still hasn't moved, she's folded up.

01:00:00

Nick: And that signifies the one hour mark in the match.

Richard: Oh man, how in the world is Pierce going to continue?

Tempest turns around and sees the damage she's done, but more importantly gets some damage done by her from The Lion. He delivers a stern kick to the face, one straight for the nose and another for the eyes.

Nick: Uh oh. This could have set Marshall off.

Richard: Tempest better call in the cavalry because she's about to get rolled.

Marshall grabs Tempest by the wrist and stomps backwards across the ring, putting all of his available energy into an Irish whip that moves the ring.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Garbage Bag Johnny tries to intrude with by pulling Marshall down by the neck, but The Lion has a neck like a horse and he's not going down easy. Marshall grabs Johnny and pulls him overhead, keeping him on the right shoulder and dropping him in a tombstone piledriver.

From inside the tunnels emerges Michael Sloan and Hessian, brawling it out. Both men come out of the Halo looking far worse for wear than they went in. Chainz manages to gain an advantage and shove Sloan backwards from the upper level onto the canvas.

Marshall is able to scoop Pierce from the canvas and move her out of the way from the 355 avalanche that would have flattened her on the canvas. Marshall keeps Pierce in his arms and exits the ring. He glances up at Chainz and observes that he's going into Halo 2 while Snow and Youngblood walk by heading into Halo 1. Most everybody in Halo 2 is staying put so Marshall heads for that area.

Thanatos glances down at Hessian and pulls him up, staring at the man with a gigantic beard and hamburger meat face. Sloan ripped him to shreds in the tunnel, but the damage isn't exclusive. The two giants stand face to weary face.

Olsig grabs a hold of The Havana Harlot and contorts her into a Northern light powerbomb. He goes for the cover.

ONE

TWO

THR-

Tchu interrupts the count while Marshall moves Pierce into the tunnels. He glances around inside and notices the damage done, not exactly the most comfortable place.

That and Pierce jumps free from his grip and cartwheels, arching herself backwards in a moonsault. Tempest glances up and watches the aerial display descending down on her.

It doesn't help that Brandon Youngblood shoves her straight into a Spider's Kiss.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: SPIDER'S KISS! PIERCE IS BACK IN THE GAME!

And she covers Tempest. The sweetest revenge.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Eliminated: Tempest

Lance Marshall is confounded on what to do. The Spider tells him to go and do his own thing, she can take care of herself. Marshall glances out at the clock and power walks into the upper deck of Halo 2. He starts the climb down and is prepared to get involved with a new slew of competition.

Nick: The tunnels are shut and another superstar is out the door. Thirteen individuals remain in the Dual Halo.

Richard: In Halo 1, the two biggest men in the Halo are going to square off.

Nick: They are still staring one another down.

Brandon Youngblood would rather not involve themselves with the giant confrontation, Snow and Boda giving Youngblood a scouting report on Lord Thanatos. Garbage Bag Johnny is the lone GCW representative, glancing back and forth at the two conglomerates inside his Halo. He'll have to go this one alone, but he's no stranger to survival inside the structure. Pierce rushes over and puts a knee into his forehead. Well, to his credit, the brain inside his head was already fairly scrambled.

Richard: Brutal shot by Pierce. She might have been pulling a little possum there.

Nick: Regardless, the effects are still lingering on her neck. Anybody who can should take advantage of that.

Richard: Do I sense a little bias in your voice?

Nick: I'm pointing out things, that is my job as the play by play man.

Richard: You love PRIME. You live PRIME. You are PRIME.

Thanatos and Hessian trade bombs but neither one moves. This could take a while.

The Halo rivalry of The Inhuman Being and The Ego from New England continues, Tchu having a decisive advantage considering the amount of time Donnelly has been inside the structure. Tchu grabs hold of Donnelly and spins him around, drilling him into the mat with a Triple H style spinebuster. Mr. Halo covers Donnelly.

ONE

TWO

THR-

Kickout by The Ego.

Nick: Donnelly refusing to stay down. I don't know how he's lasted over an hour with all the punishment taken.

Richard: If he goes from first to last, I'll respect the bastard...Maybe.

The Lion and Monster from Hell's Kitchen have their first lockup. Marshall overpowers Chainz, backing him into the ropes and firing him off. Chainz tries to reverse the whip but doesn't succeed, Marshall gets Chainz around the waist and spins him, extending his knee for the tilt a whirl backbreaker. Marshall puts a forearm across Chainz nose and covers.

ONE

TWO

THR-

The Monster pulls out, but Marshall keeps on the attack, pulling Chainz under the arm and hoisting him into the air. The Lion cements himself as the most powerful force in Halo 2 by gorilla slamming Chainz onto the steel flooring.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: That's going to make Chainz very angry and trust me...You won't like him when he's angry.

Nick: What horrible wordplay on Marshall's entrance.

Richard: I thought it was pretty efficient myself.

Over in the corner, the woman trying to avoid confrontation is slammed head first into the turnbuckle by Vangelus Olsig. The Prince of Delusion spins Ares around and goes for the Irish whip. Ares runs through and slides underneath Olsig, popping up quick as a cat for a kick to the back. Olsig spins around with a backfist and gets caught in a jawbreaker. Olsig is put on his heels. Ares charges ahead and lands a spinning heel kick that puts both onto the steel flooring.

Nick: Chainz and Olsig out on the flooring, one has to assume this won't go for Olsig since he's been messing with Ares.

Nick's assessment is correct. The Monster pulls Olsig up and clobbers him. Chainz holds Olsig in place while Ares hits the opposite side rope, cartwheels and backflips over the ropes into an elbow strike. Olsig is shoved into the Halo for good measure by The Monster, who goes past Ares and runs into a Marshall spinebuster. Cover.

ONE

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Ares elbows Marshall in the back for a save. Alexandra Pierce in Halo 1 makes an observation and notes to pay Ares back later.

01:02:00

SOB still have a firm hand over Halo 2, although the one matchup they aren't probing is providing the hardest hits. Hessian and Thanatos are going for blood on one another. Well, Thanatos is going for more blood since The Murder Show is stuck like a pig from his rendezvous with Chainz in the tunnels. Thanatos hoists Hessian onto his shoulder, but The Murder Show is able to negate his power, coming up on his back and lifting him in a full nelson slam. Thanatos rolls to the left side but Hessian keeps on him like white on rice.

Nick: Another ring shaker. If I were the rest of the group, I would pick a monster in the battle and look to eliminate the other one. If these two stop fighting, bodies could be flying around like pinballs.

Richard: Thanatos might have wanted to team up with Hessian, but The Murder Show has been a loner since the split from his stable earlier this year.

A knee from Hessian staggers Thanatos, but The High Lord Executioner persists forward. Hessian punts Thanatos in the chest and grabs him around the waist. The pull up takes some effort, but Hessian is capable. Maneuvering Thanatos proves to be a bit difficult, especially with the giant struggling. Hessian gets his hands under the armpits and throws Thanatos forward for the Ballista. Cover.

ONE

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Thanatos muscles out. Hessian looks down at Thanatos and grunts loudly. He mumbles Hellevator just loud enough for the microphones to pick it up and sends Wembley into a frenzy.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: This will be the biggest Hellevator ever delivered if Hessian can get him up.

Alexandra Pierce has been creeping into the picture the whole time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike and perhaps get both of these ogres out of the match. Hessian wipes the blood and sweat from his brow and pulls Thanatos up. The High Lord Executioner forearms Hessian. Hessian forearms back. Thanatos delivers an uppercut of his own. Hessian smiles and delivers his own. The move knocks Thanatos backwards but not out cold.

Richard: Holy dude, he survived the God Smack.

Hessian tilts his head to the side and moves forward, but Thanatos throws all his weight into a shoulder block that backs Hessian up. Unfortunately Thanatos turns around at precisely the wrong time.

Into the waiting arms of Alexandra Pierce. She kicks him and unloads with a Spider's Kiss. The move backpedals Thanatos. SOB make a conscious decision to attack, all three coming out of the corner and tackling Thanatos. If this were early in the match, he might be able to survive but after an extensive amount of abuse, he's a sitting duck. Boda provides the heavy lifting, yanking Thanatos up. The Enforcer shoves Thanatos into Snow's Snake Eyes. Yet, that doesn't knock him down.

Richard: Motherfuck, this guy doesn't go down!

Nick: He knows the Pack Mentality is coming into play and wants to try and outlast it. Who knows, all these personalities in the Halo could turn on each other at any given point.

Brandon Youngblood is the next to step forward, clutching onto the wrist of Thanatos and straining all the muscles in his body to deliver the Half Nelson suplex. Thanatos is down and Hessian nudges everybody aside, demanding that he get the final blow.

The most dominant stable running, GCW's Commissioner and SCCW's lynchpin let him through, even though they'll all probably maul him next.

Hessian reaches down and pulls Thanatos to his feet. Over the shoulder into the Canadian backbreaker. Transition into the Ganso Bomb. Down. Hessian covers Thanatos.

ONE

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THREE!

Eliminated: Thanatos

Richard: Props to the dude, he almost outlasted the mother of all beatdowns.

With perhaps the most powerful man out of the fight, SOB collide with Hessian and GBJ collides with The Spider.

The Havana Harlot springs onto the second rope and lands an Asai moonsault on Vangelus Olsig. The Prince of Delusion rolls through with the move and manages to get behind Ares, scooping her up into a sidewalk slam. He goes for a cover.

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Tchu breaks up the pinfall. An exhausted Ego from New England swings himself back into the scene with a Spiral Tap on The Inhuman Being. He now has a double cover on Ares and Tchu.

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THR-

Olsig, Chainz and Marshall all break up the pinfall at the same time. Donnelly is knocked woozy from the three simultaneous kicks. The tag rivalry from Night 1 re-ensues when Ares scrambles to her feet and gives The Ego a jawbreaker. Donnelly stumbles into the corner. Ares runs in and drives both knees into Donnelly's groin. The Ego clutches his boys and crumbles to the mat. Donnelly rolls out to center ring while Ares swivels her hips, shouts Que Tal Eso and spits on Donnelly.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Either Boo Weekly just dropped the hat for a cameo or Wembley wasn't fond of that trademark Ares.

Richard: Can we say vintage Ares?

Nick: [cold as ice] You could, but I'd cut your throat.

Richard: VINNNNNNNSANITY plays in Orlando.

Nick: I'm not joking around about that shit.

The Prince of Delusion and Inhuman Being are having a good old fashion slugfest in the corner with surprising results. Olsig gains the upper hand. He follows up with a boot to the midsection and locks Tchu's arms behind his back. The Prince leaps into the air and connects on a double underhook facebuster. Swearing in a wax poetic manner, Olsig grasps the bottom rope and scales up, glancing over his shoulder to see if an ambush awaits. When he's satisfied none will come, he contorts his body in a way few can by landing a double shooting star press.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

On the other side of the ring, Chainz T-Bone suplexes Lance Marshall. Two covers happen at the same time.

ONE

TWO

THR-

Double kickout from Tchu and Marshall.

01:04:00

Out on the steel flooring, SOB have taken control of Hessian. The three members are taking turns bashing his skull against the Halo structure. A glossed over look appears on The Murder Show's face while slumping down the structure. Youngblood, Snow and Boda are unrelenting, switching from shoving of the head to boots into the skull. Michael Sloan looks on from the other Halo with a nod of approval, unaware a lion is ready to strike behind him. When he turns around, a belly to belly suplex stiffens his back against the Halo 2 ladder.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Hessian and Chainz both in a bad way now.

Richard: Bet they aren't wishing their alliance tore apart now.

Nick: Together they could stand a chance against SOB and Marshall, but separated and battered as they are I'm not sure their chances are good.

Pierce has her sights set on Johnny, walking on the ropes and soaring through the air with a missile dropkick onto The Dirtiest Dude in PRIME. Johnny flips back over into the middle of the ring. The Spider runs ahead, looking to perhaps end her battle with a Spider Kiss, but Johnny chops her out at the legs. Pierce gets up defensively and is wrapped up in a Snap Dragon suplex. Johnny covers.

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Nick: Pierce got caught off guard by the stealthness of GBJ and barely got a kickout.

Johnny and Pierce scramble to their feet, Johnny having a bit less brain damage (...maybe not) at the moment. He hops onto the second rope and measures Pierce. Once she gets up, Johnny puts her back down with second rope bulldog. The GCW Commissioner rolls through, hits the ropes and lands a running flip splash on The Spider. A flip and cover.

ONE

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THR-

Kickout by The Spider.

Nick: Johnny trying to string together a series of moves for offense.

Richard: How cute he grew up enough to learn that in under an hour.

Nick: He won the Halo last year Richard, I would be taking strategy from him right over anybody but Tchu.

Richard: But would you buy a business book from him?

Nick chooses not to dignify the question with a response while Elise Ares receives a back body drop from Chainz onto The Ego from New England. She tries for a cover, but Lance Marshall charges forward and lifts her from the pin, turning her in a pumphandle slam. With ruthless tenacity, he launches her into the Halo and watches her bounce off.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: The beauty of raw power.

Richard: She could be hurt, how could you say such a thing?

Nick: On the record...She's a bitch.

Michael Sloan moves from his three point stance and tries to tackle Lance Marshall with a spear, but The Lion captures The Monster and snaps him in a brainbuster DDT. Cover.

ONE

TWO

THRE-

Tchu lands a double ax handle on The Lion, breaking up his chance at the Intense bounty. The Prince of Delusion springboards onto the top behind Tchu and wraps his arms around the neck. Snapping back, Olsig lands a reverse hurricanrana. Tchu's head smacks the canvas and he rolls onto the floor. Olsig hops onto the second rope and flips over in a somersault, landing on Tchu's sternum.

Nick: The man with no moral regard. He wants to win this and doesn't care who he takes out to do so.

Richard: That was a sick reverse rana.

The Ego from New England takes the free opportunity and grabs hold of the ring post, swinging around and putting both feet in Vangelus Olsig's face. The Prince tumbles back, ass over head into the Halo. Donnelly rolls under the bottom rope and goes for the Intense Title bounty.

ONE

TWO

THRE-

But Chainz kicks out. Donnelly swears under his breath and rolls away, breathing heavy and needing a bit of a break.

Nick: Sixty five minutes in the match. Donnelly will need every ounce of energy and a few more winds to come out on top.

Richard: The wrestling gods can't give him many more.

Nick: This is the stiffest and hardest hitting Halo field in the history of Culture Shock. To last for over an hour being in the heat of competition is an accomplishment for Donnelly to hang his hat on. Everybody brought their A game tonight and its showing. If this match goes the length of Halos past, expect the hospitals to be full of participants tomorrow morning.

Back in Halo 1, Hessian has resorted to dirty tactics for an advantage. Although with three on one odds nobody will chastise him tomorrow. With a foot thrust in the groin, The Murder Show shoves Boda away. Snow and Youngblood continue their wolf mentality and pound The Murder Show, but he's withstanding the pain and rising up to his full height. A headbutt to Snow. An elbow to Youngblood. Hessian grabs both their heads and smashes them together. SOB has been brought down for the time being.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: It's not in his DNA, but Hessian should go for a break right now. Something like that would be in his best interest.

Richard: He's got just over four minutes before the doors open. Can he last that long? If he picks a fight with GBJ and Pierce, the odds could be five on one.

Johnny continues to pour on the punishment against The Spider, slipping around her a full 360 degrees while keeping hold of her head in a wrap around DDT. Johnny wobbles to his feet and looks around, scratching his beard and contemplating what to do next. Johnny nods in approval and steps between the ropes, scaling up top and balancing himself on the buckle. Pierce paws and smacks at the canvas, a tad unsure of where she's at. When she arrives at her feet, Johnny takes flight and unloads with a spinning wheel kick to the forehead. Pierce falls back and Johnny goes for another pin.

ONE

TWO

THR-

Pierce finds the ability to power out of the pin.

01:06:00

Nick: Johnny trying to find a winning formula to rattle Pierce.

Richard: Both of these superstars came in quite late so I don't know if they will be able to defeat the other one for a good bit.

Nick: The luck of the draw is really paying dividens for those who came in late.

Richard: Well that and they have a good set of allies in the structure.

Speaking of alliances, Halo 2 shows the only working one remaining. Elise Ares dropkicks Vangelus Olsig in the corner. Chainz charges in behind and goes for a splash of his own, but Olsig snaps off an STO on The Monster.

Nick: The longest reigning Intense Champion showing the current one a thing or two about how hardcore is done.

Richard: Without the use of a weapon.

The Havana Harlot rushes back toward Olsig but finds herself propelled over the ring with a back body drop. Lucky for her she falls into the waiting arms of The Inhuman Being.

Well, maybe not lucky. Tchu takes her over his right shoulder and slams her head first into the Halo. He backs up and repeats the process. Olsig goes for a cover inside the ring.

ONE

TWO

TH-

Donnelly and Tchu each grab a leg and pull Olsig out of the ring. Neither man wants him to snag the Intense bounty for himself.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

And apparently Lance Marshall is in the same boat, unleashing a baseball slide dropkick on The Prince of Delusion.

Richard: ...Wow.

Nick: Marshall is a brick house and that kick was massive.

Richard: Olsig took that one like he was in a Matrix fight scene. Dude almost broke through the Halo.

Tchu and Donnelly, with no middle man in their way, resume their brawl. Donnelly leaps into Tchu's arms and with the assistance of the stairs, gets The Inhuman Being down with a Lou Thesz press. He peppers the two time Universal Champion with rights and lefts, six from each hand.

Nick: It wouldn't surprise me if Tchu and Donnelly were the next two people stuck in the tunnels for ten minutes.

Richard: They've been bickering at one another ever since their pairing.

Inside the ring, The Lion hovers over The Monster from Hell's Kitchen and yanks him up. He doesn't want to fall victim against Sloan, knowing deceptiveness is a trait Sloan loves exploiting. Marshall lands a nasty knee strike and boots Sloan in the midsection, grabbing him around the waist and tugging him up for a powerbomb. Marshall keeps the waist locked and doesn't go for a cover, pulling up another time for a powerbomb.

Richard: Did he just...Chain Reaction Sloan?

Nick: The double powerbomb is a trademark of The Lion as well.

Richard: But it's Sloan's finisher. Marshall going for a cover.

ONE

TWO

THR-

The delusional elephant in the room makes his presence felt, a 450 splash retribution for the earlier baseball dropkick. Olsig rolls Marshall off and goes for a double cover. He's hoping to get something out of this.

ONE

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THRE-

Donnelly and Tchu break apart long enough to yank Olsig out of the ring again. Elise Ares pops back into the scene and tries to pin Marshall.

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THR-

Not successful. She curses and tries to assist Chainz up to his feet, needing to lean on her ally all she can.

Nick: Ares trying to stay out of harms way. That could be the most successful strategy around. I mean-

Richard: Let me get my headphones on. I know you are about to rant.

Nick: [add rant]

Over in Halo 1, Hessian spins The Original Villain around and plants him hard with a Black Hole slam. He covers.

ONE

TWO

THR-

Boda pulls Hessian up by the legs while Youngblood violently stomps on the back of his head. The Murder Show rolls away toward the ropes, but The Pariah and Enforcer keep their assault, stomping away the entire time Hessian rises. Youngblood tries bringing The Murder Show out of the corner, but Hessian balks by grabbing the top rope with such a vice grip not even Boda can break.

Nick: Youngblood setting up for the Half Nelson and Hessian doesn't want to go over.

Richard: He knows the night will be done if that happens and he's holding out hope Chainz will still be around.

01:08:00

Nick: We're down to two minutes remaining before the tunnels open.

Richard: I could see a complete makeover for both Halos.

Back over in Halo 1, Johnny tries to go for the Legendary Depants Combo on Pierce, which gets all males in the audience excited between the legs. Unfortunately, The Spider is able to do the splits and kick Johnny hard in the face to prevent her goodies from being exposed. The Spider spins to her feet and makes Johnny pay for the attempted depants with a punt to his skull. The Garbage Man swings wildly, although we're not sure that's not part of his strategy. Pierce grabs hold of his neck and segues through with a swinging neckbreaker. Her cheering section, Quinn, claps her approval.

Richard: Pierce...has a kid...a teenage kid.

Nick: Yes, Richard, she does.

Richard: How long do you think it would take to make her a grandmother?

Nick: For you? I've never had ball reattachment surgery so I couldn't say, but I don't like your chances.

Richard: Prick.

Pierce gets back on the top rope and walks across with ease, waiting until Johnny is on all fours before placing an accurate missile dropkick behind his ear. The GCW Commissioner rolls over. Pierce goes for her cover.

ONE

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THRE-

Johnny pushes out before the count of three.

Nick: Johnny perservering against one of the most intelligent and hardest strikers in the business.

Richard: If there's anybody that can take a string of punishment and keep on ticking, you are looking at him.

The Spider times her whip into the ropes perfectly, avoiding the four man battle on the other side by slipping through it. She spins into the air, holding her body up in the air on the turn and coming down with authority on a spinning back fist. Johnny stumbles back and falls to the floor, body against the Halo. Pierce springboards over the ropes with a somersault plancha, putting both competitors on their backs. Pierce scrambles around and pounds Johnny with well placed strike after strike.

Nick: I wonder what pages from the GBJ Strategy Guide we're seeing on display right now.

Richard: 45 through 48.

Halo 2 finds The Havana Harlot in perhaps the worst predicament she could find herself in with the current crop of stars, at the mercy of Lance Marshall. The Lion doesn't have any mercy on the 5 Star Champion, hoisting her up in a military press and transitioning her into a running powerslam. He covers.

ONE

TWO

THR-

Chainz clubs across the back with a double ax handle and keeps the 5 Star bounty alive. The Prince of Delusion reaches underneath the ring and retrieves a steel chair, slamming it against the apron.

Nick: Oh boy, Olsig the first one to utilize a weapon in the Halo. We're about to step the intensity up a notch here.

Richard: Heel on heel violence.

Olsig rolls underneath the ring and beckons Chainz to turn around. The Monster has no idea what's about to smack him.

BOOM!

And falls to the canvas like a sack of bricks. Olsig puts the chair underneath his legs and drops both legs across the already cut face of Sloan. He rolls over and puts the same move on Ares. She lets out a string of Spanish profanities, hoping Olsig would forget her. The Prince of Delusion makes a cover.

ONE

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THRE-

Another tandem pull out by Donnelly and Tchu. Olsig gets two hands around his throat and is held up near the top rope. Olsig tries to push off but the combined power of Tchu and Donnelly (mostly Tchu) shoves Olsig into the Halo.

Donnelly rolls under the ring and swings his legs over the top rope, backflipping over onto Chainz. He rolls back and performs a moonsault on Ares. Tchu slides in and covers Sloan while Donnelly covers Ares.

ONE

TW-

BOOM!

THR-

BOOM!

Nick: Vangelus Olsig with a double chair shot to Donnelly and Tchu. The impact on those shots!

Richard: Olsig is bringing the heavy lumber. He wants to win and win badly.

Ares crawls away from the wreckage, allowing Olsig to keep on doing his chair business with everybody else in the match. Chainz yanks on the ropes to get up but is taken out at the legs by Olsig's chair. Olsig stares down at Tchu and puts the chair on his chest, bouncing off the ropes and arching backwards for a shooting star press. Cover.

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THR-

The Ego corkscrews onto Olsig and breaks up the fall.

Nick: Donnelly somehow able to get back up after the chair shot and save Tchu.

Richard: Olsig is putting a price on his head by going after everybody with a chair.

Nick: It might not matter shortly because in ten seconds we've got a tunnel opening.

Richard: I'm excited about the possibilities.

The self-proclaimed Alpha Female of PRIME is already making her way up to the tunnel as is Lance Marshall. The Murder Show is scaling the ladder as well, crawling away from the Standard of Bastards. After a few seconds of consideration, they too head for the ladder. The only people not worried about potentially switching are GBJ and Alexandra Pierce.

Nick: Everybody is ready to switch.

Richard: I hope they all make it through otherwise we might have to invoke the tunnel cam again and that place is already a mess.

01:10:00

The tunnels open and superstars rush through. Hessian barges through and pulls Ares through the tunnel, desperate to get down into Halo 2 and grab a piece of Chainz. Lance Marshall nudges past Hessian and goes through, immediately during the wrath of SOB who push him back into Halo 2. Chainz comes up to meet Hessian and they trade rights and lefts on the upper deck on the right side. SOB backpedal Marshall across onto the left side.

Nick: We've got a melee going on in Halo 2, only two people left in Halo 1 at the moment.

Richard: They've got plenty of time to get their issues sorted out and divide.

Elise Ares is a bit peeved she can't get through the tunnel, being sent across to the other side of the tunnel on the upper deck. Lance Marshall and SOB make their way toward her on one side and Sloan/Hessian on the other. She decides if she wants to get over and take advantage of GBJ/Pierce, she needs to go now. Darting around The Lion, Ares takes to the air and delivers a jumping superkick to the defenseless Jason Snow. His own move is insulting enough, but the fact it sends him down into the Halo is even more perturbing. Or at least, the fact will be so when he wakes up. Youngblood goes for a monster swing, but Ares slips underneath with a leg sweep.

Nick: Ares going to work on the upper level. Marshall only has one guy standing in his way.

Ares gets hold of Youngblood's arms and places them behind his back, pulling up and executing a double stomp curb stomp (Extreme Makeover). Marshall wrestles the fatigued Boda up against the Halo and drops a forearm into his midsection. Boda doubles over, in perfect position for Ares to grab him around the neck for a bulldog and transition into an Ace Crusher after walking the Halo.

Nick: The 5 Star Champion showing she can hang with the best of them here. She's picked now to make her grand move.

Now that matters have cleared a little, Vangelus Olsig decides to make a climb for the Halo and head on over to Halo 1 with his steel chair. Tchu cautiously trails behind, ready to take the chair and put Olsig away once they get into their new Halo. Marshall looks to go down the ladder but a development catches his attention.

The Havana Harlot dances through the bloody tunnel, letting out the occassional "Eww" and sigh. She observes Garbage Bag Johnny grab the leg of The Spider and hoist her up in a Fisherman DDT (Trash Compactor) and uses the free moment for her advantage. She puts her back to the action and curls into a ball, soaring through the air for a hellacious Your Feature Presentation off the Halo onto Alexandra Pierce.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: GOOD LORD! Another high impact maneuver to Alexandra Pierce from the top of the Halo.

Ares doesn't get a chance at the pinfall because Pierce rolls out of the ring clutching her stomach. Her daughter watches on with concern while Lance Marshall comes barrelling through the Halo and flies.

This might not have been the payback Pierce wanted earlier when Ares broke up Marshall's pinfall.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

But 320 pounds falling from sixteen feet in the air is likely to hurt.

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

Sneaking down into the Halo just as the doors shut are Vangelus Olsig and Tchu. Tchu grabs the chair from Olsig and tries to use it on him, but Olsig ducks and lands a Russian leg sweep. The tunnel switch is complete.

Nick: Oh My God! Elise Ares could be crushed!

Richard: Lance Marshall might have broke a damn rib!

Nick: They are both hurting. Pierce is hurting. Olsig and Tchu are going at it on the upper deck.

And wouldn't you know, the only man left to maneuver about on his own free will is Garbage Bag Johnny. He takes a look at Marshall and then Ares. Which one does he want?

He is targeting PRIME. He will take PRIME.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Eliminated: Elise Ares

Nick: Garbage Bag Johnny has the 5 Star bounty. He is guaranteed a 5 Star Championship match sometime in the next two months.

Richard: Great, just what we need, another friggin GCW person running rougshod over a portion of PRIME. Fuck those douchebags.

Nick: PRIME doesn't house all the wrestling talent in the world, Richard.

Richard: We used to. Shakur should just buy everybody else out. He's got the money, dude could win it back playing craps.

Nick: Well, be that as it may, we have our first official bounty collected. Ares is being helped out of the ring by some of our staff and Marshall might end up being in the same boat.

Richard: Everybody else in the Halo is either brawling up high or too busy recovering from injury to escape.

Johnny decides Marshall could be of some use later and doesn't go for the pin, after all he's not PRIME and PRIME is what he's targeting. Did we mention that?

Halo 2 provides a scene of absolute carnage. Hessian and Chainz are on the upper deck. The Murder Show backpedals Chainz with a big clubbing forearm and boots him in the head. The Murder Show drops an elbow and mounts The Monster, punishing him further with rights and lefts to the head.

Nick: Hessian gaining the upper hand on Chainz, but this battle has been back and forth all night. Their war is certainly far from over, folks.

Richard: Which can only mean bad things for the rest of the roster who gets involved in the bloodshed.

The Standard of Bastards have made a conscious decision to avoid Hessian and Chainz. Even if there are three of them, Youngblood is fresher than both Snow and Boda and he knows taking on both of those monsters would be a challenge. Instead, all three men pick on the much weaker Ego from New England, who couldn't make it into Halo 1.

Nick: The time is going to be here for Donnelly. He's got to step up in a huge way right now or risk elimination.

Richard: Three on one. The best stable in the world against one half of a joke tag team.

Nick: The current tag team champions. I wouldn't count Donnelly out but he's going to need a modern day miracle with no help around. Unless Chainz gets eliminated, there's almost no way he can get help.

Donnelly is fired into the ropes and taken down by a big boot from Boda. Youngblood and Snow order Donnelly picked up again and The Enforcer complies. Donnelly is running on fumes and stumbles back into the ropes. Youngblood pops him one in the jaw and grapevines him, throwing elbows into the side of the head.

Richard: Youngblood sapping the strength of The Ego.

01:12:00

Nick: Donnelly needs to survive in the worst way for eight more minutes.

Richard: Not in a Youngblood grip he won't. He would need superhuman Colossus III Nova strength for that.

Nick: Donnelly is not going to submit, especially to a man like Youngblood.

Richard: I wouldn't be so sure. He could.

Back in Halo 1, Vangelus Olsig sets up Tchu by using a jumping jawbreaker but The Inhuman Being is able to take a step back and avoid the move. Tchu spins his body around and lands a kick square on the chin of The Prince of Delusion. Olsig is knocked for a loop and then Tchu takes him for a ride of epic proportions.

The Inhuman Being grasps Olsig around the waist and spins him around, up onto the shoulders and almost through the canvas with a sit down powerbomb.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Vangelus Olsig lets out a loud scream, but nobody hears it over the sound of The Lion's mammoth roar. He was underneath Olsig and took a great deal of impact.

Nick: Another devastating move from the upper level! Count Olsig out.

Richard: Look, look, his shoulders are over Marshall.

Even though Tchu has Olsig in a pinning predicament, The Prince of Delusion is not being pinned. His shoulders are barely off the canvas thanks to Marshall. The Lion on the other hand is ready to be counted out.

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TWO

Alexandra Pierce clutches the bottom rope and tries for a save, but cannot make it in time.

THREE!

Eliminated: Lance Marshall

Nick: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have reached the final ten.

Richard: Five in each Halo.

Nick: The SOB, after all this time, haven't seen an elimination. Hessian and Chainz still going at it. Donnelly has lasted for almost seventy three minutes. Halo 1 has the longest reigning Intense Champion. Alexandra Pierce. Garbage Bag Johnny and Tchu.

Richard: Halo 2 has the most intrigue but Halo 1 holds former winners. Which side will bring the eventual winner? I'm going with...Someone from SOB.

Nick: Speaking of which, Donnelly! He's going after all of them.

In Halo 2, The Ego is throwing discus forearms with all the energy his body can muster. Youngblood reels back. Snow teeters, holding onto the ropes. Boda receives another boot in the balls. Nobody can keep count of how many shots he's taken in the nuts. The opportunity gives Donnelly enough room to maneuver, jumping off the middle rope and delivering a shining wizard on Jason Snow.

Nick: Donnelly is trying to get rid of the numbers game on adrenaline.

Richard: If he can pull this off...Wow.

Nick: I think he would be able to get a lengthy rest because Chainz and Hessian aren't breaking away from one another unless pried.

The Ego lands a knee and neckbreaker combination on The Pariah, putting him on his back. Boots come down heavy and fast on the bald head of the 3 time 5 Star Champion. Donnelly shoves Youngblood out of the ring with his boot and turns around.

Richard: SNAKE EYE-

Nick: DONNELLY CAUGHT THE FOOT!

Donnelly uses Snow's imbalance for a spinning kick to the forehead. Snow crumbles to the mat and rolls out onto the steel flooring. Boda bounces off the ropes looking for a killer lariat. Donnelly ducks, hitting the opposite side and springing into the air. He latches around the shoulders of Boda and pulls back. The Enforcer stumbles forward and hits the middle turnbuckle face first. Donnelly takes the chance to use him as a stepping stone onto the top rope and coil around. The corkscrew happens first followed by the Senton. Flashing Exuberance. Donnelly covers Boda.

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Eliminated: Boda

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: The Donnelly has knocked Boda out of the match, but what an effort from the former Universal Champion. He goes out in 10th place.

Richard: Goddammit. Where did Donnelly get the energy for that?

Donnelly rolls over and pushes up, shifting into a tent position and then vertical base.

Richard: SNAKE EYES!

This time, Snow does hit his trademark move and fall on top of The Ego.

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Eliminated: Nitz Donnelly

01:14:00

Nick: Seventy four minutes into the Dual Halo and Nitz Donnelly takes the elimination.

Richard: But now...Now what do Snow and Youngbloo do?

Nick: Really? You are going to no sell the efforts of Donnelly? He went all out for almost an hour and fifteen minutes after a brutal Night 1 war with SOB and The Wolves. He deserves more than just a brush off.

Richard: He did alright, there I gave him the best compliment possible.

Nick: He eliminated more people in the Halo than anybody with 4. Took out both Osaka Street Cutters, Kazys Jankauskas to start off the contest and Boda at the very end. With that kind of effort, what could he have done if he entered at number 29?

Richard: We'll never know, Nick, we'll never know and I'd rather keep it that way.

Nick: Donnelly has cemented himself in PRIME as a man who can go the distance if need be. Seventy four minutes is nothing to sneeze at.

Richard: Alright, you done? You got all the mark out of your system banana boy?

Nick: I suppose so.

Richard: Good, because we need to focus on what happens now. Chainz and Hessian. Brandon Youngblood and Jason Snow. In the same Halo for at least four and a half minutes. Do SOB try and break up the brawl or stand back and wait to get into another Halo?

Nick: They would be taking a big risk by going after Hess and Chainz. At their peak, they may have been the only more destructive tandem than Snow and Youngblood. Nobody could contain those two.

Richard: And as you alluded to, pulling them apart now would be very bad. They want at each other in the worst way and are getting their wish.

Nick: Snow and Youngblood are going to talk it over in the ring so we might as well focus on Halo 1.

The pace of Halo 1 isn't overflowing with action, but rather a collection of superstars recovering or one who is at odds on what to do. Alexandra Pierce has rolled into a corner. Vangelus Olsig holds his back in another. Tchu is massaging out his leg and GBJ ponders. Nobody really knows what is going on in the defending champion's head. Althouch Tchu is the first to find out when he receives a dropkick in the face.

Nick: Johnny continuing his targeting of PRIME by going after the stalwart of PRIME.

Richard: Stalwart of PRIME? What an insult to SOB.

Johnny takes Tchu by the shoulder and boots him in the midsection, clutching him around the waist and flipping him for a front face pancake. He rolls Tchu over and hooks a leg.

ONE

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Alexandra Pierce interjects with a dragon whip kick, stunning GBJ and rolling him onto the floor. Pierce springboards over the ropes and puts a hurt on GBJ with an elbow drop across the sternum.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Pierce taking some high risk there.

Richard: She's been going after GBJ almost all match.

Where GBJ left off, Olsig picks up by taking Tchu and shooting him across the ring into the buckle. Olsig stops and leaps into the air going for a jumping superman punch. Tchu ducks out of the way, running off the ropes before Olsig has a chance to turn around. When he does, The Prince of Delusion is swung around with a boot to the face. Tchu hits the opposite side ropes and drops the Hogan leg of doom. The Inhuman Being doesn't go for a cover because he knows such a move won't garner a legit three count from someone determined to win the Halo.

Richard: TCHU GOING 1997 OH SHIT. Let's see if he takes it a decade further and whips out The Claw.

Tchu rolls Olsig over toward the corner and picks him up, landing a forearm across the sternum. He goes for an Irish whip into the ropes but Olsig reverses and drops low when Tchu tries to go over him, rolling through and grabbing hold of his right leg. Olsig yanks on the ankle and grapevines the leg.

Nick: Ankle lock by Olsig. He's going for a submission here.

Richard: Let's see how tough Mr. Halo is facing the pressure of an ankle lock.

Nick: Olsig is desperate to win so he is going to crank the pressure on. This would probably give him a glimmer of happiness in the otherwise opaque and depressing world he lives in.

Richard: [mock crying] THATWASDEEPDUDE!

While Tchu fights for a way out of the ankle lock, Hessian and Chainz have come down from the upper level and are going toe to toe again. Snow and Youngblood have opted to take a breather on the floor, still pondering their options or maybe waiting for the tunnels to open back up.

Nick: The SOB strategy here might be waiting until Hessian or Chainz eliminates the other and going full out.

Richard: They look like vultures hovering over the carcasses.

Hessian unloads with mountain like right hands on the body of Chainz and whips him into the ropes, charging ahead and hooking the right side of his body in a Samoan Drop.

A break into Halo 2, Tchu rolls through and shoves Olsig away, effectively breaking the submission attempt.

The Murder Show swings around and takes Chainz back up right away, kicking him in the midsection and grabbing both arms of The Monster from Hell's Kitchen. Hessian hoists Chainz in the air and drops him head first in a Hessplex. The Murder Show exhibits a lot of agility by picking up Sloan again and reverting to the boot and hoist combination. He slides Sloan down his back and crucifixes him over the head, grabbing onto the neck at the last moment and DDTing the Intense Champion. Hessian covers.

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Nick: Sloan kicks out. Snow and Youngblood kept their position on that, neither caring if the Intense bounty was taken away there.

Richard: Like they care about the third their Championship, they just dueled over the top prize in the industry last night and Snow's already been a double champion.

01:16:00

Trails of blood decorate the canvas but Chainz is not satisfied. He won't be content until Sloan is eliminated not just from the Halo but PRIME as a whole. The Murder Show takes Sloan into his arms and hooks him in a bearhug. He briefly squeezes on the lower back before spinning Sloan around and landing a brutal open hand chop. Hessian locks on a reverse face lock and pulls Sloan up by the tights, letting him hang in the air and allowing Wembley to count the seconds.

THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN!

Hessian completes the Sword of Damacles and rolls away from Chainz.

Nick: Hessian is running through his power set now and could be moments away from taking the Intense Champion down.

Richard: Fat chance.

The Spider rolls GBJ underneath the bottom rope and into the Tchu/Olsig confrontation. Tchu picks The Garbage Man up and throws him over his shoulders, going for his rare finishing maneuver.

Nick: Inhuman Treatment on the way. If he hits this, Johnny could be in some serious trouble!

Tchu goes for the swing around, but Johnny rolls with the arm and monkey flips Tchu overhead, straight into Pierce who catches The Inhuman Being with a Spider's Kiss. Tchu backpedals into GBJ who goes for the roll up.

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Olsig grabs hold of GBJ and muscles him through with a wheelbarrow suplex.

Nick: Olsig saves Tchu? What is the motivation behind that?

Richard: He might want to eliminate Mr. Halo and be the one to hold that over his head?

Nick: Seems to me Olsig would want GBJ to get the pin.

Richard: Olsig works in mysterious ways, Nick.

Olsig picks GBJ off the canvas and Irish whips him into the far side. Pierce drops down to avoid GBJ and jumps back up just as he comes over her. Leap frog from Pierce. Leap frog from Olsig. Pierce closes the gap with Olsig and both flip GBJ over for a hip toss and go to the same ropes. Each propels themselves toward GBJ and connect with stereo shining wizards.

Nick: The bizarre continues to shine with Olsig and Pierce teaming up.

Olsig glances over at Pierce and boots her in the midsection, quickly pulling her up for a Liger bomb. Cover.

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Pierce nudges her shoulder out.

Nick: All four competitors in Halo 1 giving their all for eliminations.

Richard: The greatest part of all this is Snow, coming in at number 6, has been resting for a good four minutes. He's getting room for one more run. He finished second last year and something tells me he might want another crack at Johnny.

Nick: He also might want a piece of Pierce and I'm betting Youngblood is chomping at the bit to get into Halo 1.

Richard: I'd bank on that.

The war wages on between Hessian and Chainz. Chainz is still on the receiving end of the punishment, but is resisting a Hellevator from The Murder Show. Two attempts pass by without success, Hessian not able to put Chainz on his shoulders for the move. A back elbow gets Hessian away for enough time to allow Chainz a spinebuster.

Nick: Picking up 355 pounds of Hessian and that has to frustrate Hessian to no end.

Richard: He's tried and tried but Chainz keeps getting back up.

Youngblood and Snow meanwhile stay against the Halo, pointing out the weaknesses in both Hessian and Chainz. The two giants have sustained a decent amount of blood loss and head damaging moves have been aplenty to and from.

The Monster from Hell's Kitchen rises up and stumbles back into the ropes, motioning for Hessian to get up and keep the fight going. The Murder Show groggily gets to his feet, wiping blood away from his eyes before walking into the grasp of the Intense Champion. Chainz lifts Hessian at the neck and slams him to the canvas with a two hand chokeslam.

Richard: I still say the best strategy for Youngblood and Snow is to keep doing what they are doing. Soon the doors will be open and they'll be the freshest cats left in the match.

Nick: Two minutes and twenty seconds until the doors open.

Chainz drags Hessian to his feet and boots Hessian in the gut, locking both arms behind the back and curling The Murder Show up for a Tiger suplex. The strain is apparent on his face when he stands up.

Youngblood and Snow jump into the ring and attack.

Nick: Here they go. They've picked their spot and decided Chainz is the lesser of two evils.

Richard: He's never the lesser of two evils.

Youngblood grabs hold of the waist and pulls The Monster over in a German suplex. Snow punts The Monster in the side of his head and once Youngblood releases his grip, Snow goes to a mount and pounds his former bodyguard, opening up the wounds on his face even further.

Nick: Chainz could very well be the next man out in the SOB wrath.

Richard: Total domination baby.

In Halo 2, Tchu reaches up behind Olsig and pulls him back in a Russian leg sweep against the turnbuckle. Pierce rushes in from across the ring and dropkicks Olsig in the face, jolting his head in whiplash. Pierce gets to her feet and walks into a GBJ pickup. He sends her soaring into the air Sky High but sticks his knee into her midsection for an inverted atomic drop.

Richard: Modified Funk in the Junk by GBJ.

The Garbage Man clutches Pierce and goes for a roll up.

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Pierce rolls away and wobbles to her feet. Tchu is right there waiting for her, locking both wrists behind her back and flipping her backwards for a suplex. He tries his hand at a cover.

ONE

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Another kickout from Pierce. GBJ bounces off the ropes and dives head first at the groin of Tchu.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: The theme of Dual Halo 2010: Low blows. Everybody is breaking the fucking Bro Code here tonight.

01:18:00

GBJ doesn't get time to turn around, an infuriated Vangelus Olsig snags him from whatever follow up move he had and swings him around into a backbreaker, following seamlessly with an STO that puts his head back into Tchu's package.

The Inhuman Being rolls his eyes and curls into the fetal position. Olsig looks down at his competition, all hurting and decides to take a risk by heading onto the flooring and climbing the ladder.

Richard: Delusional boy thinks he can fly now.

Nick: Olsig was one of the most proficient risk takers in the business during his heyday and I don't think he's above putting his body on the line another time.

The Pariah and Original Villain lift Chainz into a double military press and shove him into the air. Chainz tries to block the fall but jaw connects with mat and then boots from Youngblood and Snow connect with jaw. Chainz rolls to his right into Snow, who picks his former bodyguard up and elbows him in the top of the head. Youngblood wraps his arms around The Monster's waist and goes for a suplex. Snow hits the ropes and goes over with, performing a grueling tag team German suplex/neckbreaker combination.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Back in Halo 1, Vangelus Olsig gets a running start using a portion of the upper deck and contorts around 900 degrees, bringing his 239 pounds down on GBJ and Pierce. Tchu has enough presence of mind to roll out of the way and come off the ropes with a spin inside out lariat on The Prince of Delusion.

Nick: I don't think Tchu likes being hit in the package at all, let
alone twice.

Richard: Even though I have a natural disdain for babyfaces, have to agree there.

Tchu goes over to a weary Pierce and whips her into the ropes, ducking low and lifting the majority of her body over his shoulders. Tchu keeps hold of the shins and slings her forward in an Alabama slam.

He covers.

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GBJ grabs Tchu from the canvas and puts him in an electric chair drop. Cover.

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Olsig hits the ropes and lands a standing corkscrew legdrop. Cover.

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THRE-

The GCW Commissioner kicks out. Olsig rolls away and goes out to the steel flooring, clawing at the ropes to get up and hit another daredevil maneuver.

In Halo 2, Hessian wipes fresh blood from his face and observes Chainz being beaten by Youngblood and Snow. Youngblood puts Chainz in a reverse DDT while Snow goes outside to the top rope and prepares for some kind of tandem move.

Hessian watches Snow soar off with a leg drop across the throat and Youngblood a second later drop Chainz on his neck. The Monster looks to be on the verge of elimination when he receives an unexpected assist. The Murder Show grabs Snow and Youngblood, one in each hand and pulls them to center ring. A fourth wind surging through his body allows Hessian to chokeslam the SOB members. Hessian could go for a double cover, but he's about the punishment tonight and strains to pull both back up for another chokeslam.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Hessian came to the aid of Chainz.

Richard: Actually, to the contrary, I think he did it for this.

Hessian signals the end is near for Michael Sloan and takes him from the canvas.

Nick: Hessian has Michael Sloan right where he wants him.

Richard: And the rest of Halo 2 to boot.

Over in Halo 1, The Prince of Delusion leaps halfway across the ring for a frog splash on Garbage Bag Johnny. He tries for a cover.

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But Johnny is able to kick out.

Back in Halo 2, Hessian shoves Sloan's head between the legs and picks him up in the Canadian backbreaker. The transition into a Ganso Bomb position is seamless, but Hessian wants some extra oomph on this one.

He looks behind him and moves up the ropes.

Nick: Oh boy. If the end wasn't near for Sloan before this, Hessian is going to make damn sure Sloan doesn't get up from this.

Richard: This could break his damn neck!

Nick: After the torture Chainz has put Hessian through all these months, it would only be fitting.

Hessian makes his way to the second rope and finally up to the top.

Richard: Oh Jesus.

Nick: Top rope Hellevator? You are right, this will break his neck!

Hessian leaps into the air, cracking a faint smile while gravity takes its course and brings both men down to the canvas.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: YEEEEEEEEEESH!

01:20:00

Nick: It would take an act of God for Chainz to kick out of this.

Hessian goes for the cover.

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

ONE

Two objects descend from the tunnels. Will they be able to make it in time?

TWO

THREE-

Garbage Bag Johnny and Pierce descend upon the ring a nanosecond before Hessian gets the pinfall. At the same time they crash into Hessian, breaking him off Michael Sloan and the gang beating starts.

Snow and Youngblood join in on the assault and the four on one beating consumes Hessian. He's getting hit from every conceivable angle and doesn't have a way of escaping. The corner provides little solace, Youngblood moving GBJ out of the way and repeatedly kicking The Murder Show in the groin.

Nick: Those have to be the stiffest kicks Hessian has ever received in that region.

Richard: Dude, I can't watch this. Youngblood does not take a chokeslam well.

Pierce fiercly punches the skull of Hessian while GBJ goes after the ribs. Snow gets on the other side and punts Hessian in the ribs. The gameplan for everybody is simple. None of them want Hessian moving forward in the event after his potential career ending Hellevator.

Nick: Hessian has got to fight for an even greater purpose here. He got Sloan down and out, now he's gotta try and get himself some breathing room.

Richard: But four of the best in the world are ganging up on him. The GTT7 winner. The defending champion. The Universal Champion and probably the best wrestler never to win it. The 3 Time 5 Star Champion. How do you defend against this?

Hessian can no longer keep himself on all fours and slumps face first against the canvas. Youngblood and Snow pull him out to the center of the ring. Youngblood stomps Hessian in the back of the skull. Snow delivers another low blow. Hessian might be passed out but at the moment nobody can deduce if that's true or not. Olsig and Tchu are mauling one another through the Halo and fall into the upper deck, rolling around with fisticuffs. Olsig tries his hand at an armbar but Tchu is desperately seeking to block.

Nick: All eight remaining competitors in Halo 2 and I believe this is where it might end, folks.

Richard: I don't think Sloan is going to invoke the same courtesy Hessian did on him should he be able to get up.

Nick: Sloan already won last night and if he were able to look over, he might enjoy this.

Youngblood, being the strongest of the four, pulls Hessian's dead weight up to a standing position. Pierce strikes first, landing a Spider's Kiss that takes Hessian into Youngblood. The Pariah keeps his grip strong while GBJ exits the ring and goes up top, leaping off instantly and landing The Endorsement Deal.

Nick: Two finishing moves in a row. Hessian is on the verge of going down. There's only one left before Youngblood lets go.

And The Original Villain is there to deliver it. He winds up his foot and travels the necessary six feet three inches to Hessian's chest.

Because he caught the foot.

Wembley Stadium explodes.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: ...Oh shit.

Nick: Hessian. Just. Woke. Up.

The iron clad grip Brandon Youngblood held is now gone, Hessian slinging him over like a long dart. Pierce goes for a spin kick to the sternum, but Hessian is barely effected, palming her with one hand and flipping her across the ring. Snow goes for a second Snake Eyes, but Hessian grabs him with both hands and holds him high in the air, sucking the life out of him with a chokehold.

Nick: Hessian has fought through the pain.

Richard: The dude's train just left the track and he's dragging everybody with him.

The Murder Show pushes Snow back into the Halo, throwing him over Sloan's prone body. Youngblood bulrushes in and tries to stop Hessian, but he joins Snow with a one handed swing.

Sloan reaches down, clawing for Sloan and the chance to bring him back in the ring for a proper finish.

But a fifth and final man sneaks in and grabs him. One he didn't expect.

The Inhuman Being. He grabs onto The Murder Show's neck and pulls him back toward the middle of the ring. Hessian hisses and tries to swing Tchu away, but Mr. Halo has the sleeper locked in and Hessian knows what comes next.

Downfall.

Tchu pulls Hessian's left leg up and covers.

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Eliminated: Hessian

Nick: Wow, Hessian's momentum got swept out entirely by Tchu.

Richard: He wasn't kidding when he said The Halo is his battleground. Tchu knows how to play the cards in front of him.

Nick: Who knows how much destruction Hessian could have caused if Tchu didn't come in for the save.

Richard: I think all four of those cats and Chainz would have been gone in a few minutes.

Nick: That is a fair assessment and Michael Sloan is just now getting up to his feet.

Richard: The neck has to be feeling a little stiff.

Nick: In the meantime, we've narrowed down to seven competitors.

Garbage Bag Johnny didn't incur the wrath of The Murder Show to the extent of SOB and Pierce, so he's able to move around and focus on the PRIME targets. More specifically, SOB themselves.

Johnny moves over toward The Pariah, resting on the steel flooring of the Halo. Well, resting isn't the accurate term. Recovering is more applicable. Johnny grabs hold of Youngblood's neck and locks him in a Dragon Sleeper, although the modification made by GBJ is unique. Instead of driving the knee into Youngblood's spine, he drives into his anus.

Richard: Dude, how can Johnny be such a bastard?

Nick: This is a painful submission hold, not only is he wrenching on the neck but he's also...You want to laugh don't you?

Richard: Dude, yes.

Nick: Go ahead.

Richard: BAHAHAHAHAHA! YOUNGBLOOD IS GETTING BUTTSEXED!

The Pariah flails his arms about but like a true warrior refuses to give in, even though his entire body is screaming in pain...Or something of that sort.

01:22:00

Nick: This would not be a pleasant story to tell your children about.

Richard: Hey son, guess how I got eliminated from the Dual Halo 2010? I dunno Dad, how? I GOT BUTTSEXED! BAHAHAHAHA!

Nick: The SOB has been prone to humiliating you before, Richard.

Richard: I don't care. I'll take whatever they dish out watching this hilarity.

Thank Hoyt for The Original Villain, rushing in from the side and pounding GBJ in the right side of his head. GBJ stumbles over to the ladder with Snow hot on his trails. GBJ trips Snow and holds both legs up, all Snow's weight on his neck. The Original Villain gets catapulted into the ladder, face colliding with the steel.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

And that's where he meets Vangelus Olsig, descending from the upper level with a sunset flip powerbomb. Olsig rolls underneath the bottom rope and tries to sneak a pinfall on Chainz.

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The Spider interrupts another pinfall and saves Chainz from defeat. Olsig takes the punt in the skull and flops face first. Pierce and Youngblood have an ugly face to face confrontation. The Pariah slowly rising up to meet her glance. The heat between these two from GTT7 still looms heavily, at least in The Pariah. The Spider sheepishly grins and invites Youngblood into the ring.

Nick: We might be ready to have the second most heated confrontation in The Halo. Youngblood is accepting her invitation and we're about to go to war.

Meanwhile, on the outside, Garbage Bag Johnny has spread Jason Snow's legs and shouts to the heavens.

GBJ: VAGINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA PUNCH!

Johnny winds up the right hand and drives it into Snow's crotch. The Universal Champion lies around on his side while running in circles to the delight of everybody in Wembley.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Snow rolls underneath the bottom rope and right into the waiting pinfall of Tchu.

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Pierce and Youngblood break their stare to each save The Original Villain from pinfall, thus protecting the Universal Championship bounty.

Garbage Bag Johnny uses the opportunity to springboard onto the top rope and head toward Pierce with The Endorsement Deal.

Pierce glances over at the right time, leaping up and catching GBJ with the Spider's Kiss. Johnny flips onto his back and gets covered by Pierce.

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Eliminated: Garbage Bag Johnny

Pierce grunts and groans while her daughter approves at ringside, having relieved the Halo of its final GCW representative. Richard gives a hard fist pump until he realizes a member of the competition is still in there.

Nick: We're down to six. One of these six people will be the holder of the Golden Ticket by night's end.

Richard: Another year without a repeat champion. Le sigh.

The two remaining members of SOB recuperate on the steel flooring while Tchu and Olsig remain cornered in the ring, each clawing at the ropes and pulling for position.

Nick: That just goes to show the amount of talent that shows up each year for the Halo. If someone were to win it twice, that would be sheer domination.

Richard: Everybody left in the Halo has a legit case to take the monster down.

Out in the middle of the ring is Michael Sloan, rising from the dead like a horror movie villain. He's been through hell and back with The Murder Show but now stands ready to take on anybody who gets in his way.

Nick: The Intense Champion. People are going to be gunning for his head.

Richard: Provided he doesn't get rid of them all.

The Spider is his first victim, turning around to catch her in a powerslam. If there is pain from the top rope Hellevator, Sloan isn't showing the results. He sprawls to his feet and catches Tchu with a stinging right hand, backfist and grabs hold of The Inhuman Being's head, driving three knees into his forehead and shoving him back into the corner. Sloan charges ahead and lands a nasty clothesline. Tchu's lower body rises up from the impact.

Nick: Sloan making headway here. That's two of the remaining five.

Richard: Now he just has to get through the epitome of all three singles championships. No big deal.

The Prince of Delusion springboards from the top rope and looks for his jumping superkick, but Chainz ducks underneath and drives a shoulder into his sternum. Olsig spins around and is in perfect position for a spinning belly to belly suplex.

Nick: Sloan is an unstoppable force. The man almost had his neck broken and he comes back for punishment like its napalm.

Richard: The man feeds off pain and that is a dangerous man in the Halo.

The Pariah tries his hand next and manages to move Sloan backwards, booting him and going for a stiff leg kick. Sloan takes the move but can't take an overhead belly to belly suplex. Youngblood turns around and charges, going for a shoulder into the midsection. Sloan sidesteps and the sound of Youngblood smacking the steel resonates through Wembley. Sloan grabs Youngblood in a crucifix and hoists him up.

Nick: Submission hold from Chainz and that doesn't look pretty.

Richard: His head is digging straight into the back. This doesn't bode well for someone at such a late stage.

The Original Villain springboards off the top rope and lands a missile dropkick, effectively saving his partner from a long submission or potential elimination. Snow takes his former bodyguard to task, lifting him in an atomic drop and springing off the ropes for a wrap around clothesline.

Nick: Snow manages the takedown.

Richard: But can he manage the take out?

01:24:00

Snow decides that, for the sake of SOB and their chances, he needs to try. When Sloan rises to his feet, Snow goes for Snake Eyes but comes up short. Sloan pulls his leg in and flips Snow over with a leg capture suplex.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Snow didn't get his body over enough and took that in the upper back.

Richard: Could prove dehabilitating if he ends up against Youngblood or someone who loves to work the neck.

The Spider spins Sloan around and captures him in The Spider's Kiss.

Nick: Out of no where again. This woman can nail that move from anywhere.

Richard: It is quite disgusting.

However, Sloan doesn't go down. He is able to back against the ropes and withstand a spinning heel kick from Olsig on the steel flooring. The kick sends him forward.

Into the waiting arms of Tchu. He wraps Sloan in the sleeper hold and pulls tight.

The Spider knows what awaits Chainz and charges, but Tchu uses Sloan as a weapon, throwing his limp forearm into her skull and knocking her flat.

Youngblood charges forward again and tries to break up the sleeper, but Tchu turns him around and forces Chainz to eat a lariat. The force of Youngblood's clothesline hurts Tchu's arm, but not to where he can't use Chainz' foot to kick Youngblood in the babymaker.

Richard: Ok, Shakur is the boss and all but we need a new rule against low blowing. They are changing rules in hockey as the season progresses, why can't we do that for this? No more low blows. I can't stand this. I won't be able to have sex for weeks!

Nick: So that's normal for you until we get back to the States and you can pay for escorts?

Richard: ...I don't know whether to laugh at the accuracy of the economic depression or bitch slap you for saying I can't get pootie tang.

Olsig springboards yet again onto the ropes and looks for a way to break up the sleeper, but Tchu lowers his head and makes Sloan and Olsig smack heads.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: And that-

Downfall.

Nick: Should end Michael Sloan's night. Will Tchu get the cover this time?

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Eliminated: Chainz

Nick: And another championship bounty has been established. Sometime during the UltraViolence arc, Tchu will receive an Intense Championship shot.

Richard: He's also eliminated the biggest man left in the competition, thus making him the biggest man in the competition.

Nick: We have reached the Top 5 ladies and gentlemen. Hang onto your hats.

01:25:00

Richard: And we've also reached the eighty-five minute mark in the match.

Nick: Tchu, Pierce, Jason Snow, Brandon Youngblood and Vangelus Olsig.

Richard: I still think a member of SOB is going to take down the crown. They have two people in there while everybody else...hates each other. This shit is genius.

Nick: Youngblood and Snow have managed to survive this long.

Richard: SOB going to take the shit down baby.

Nick: Snow has to be extremely weary now. Chainz is gone, leaving him as the only Championship bounty on the table. Unless he intends on winning-

Richard: I don't see why not.

Nick: He's going to have to outlast everybody and that includes his partner, The Pariah.

Richard: They'll cross that bridge when they get to it. Regardless, all the power is coming home with SOB tonight, sucka.

The five parties assemble in corners and glance across the ring at each other. Youngblood's ire is drawn squarely on Pierce, the GTT7 elimination apparently still boiling his blood. The Original Villain is eyeballing Tchu. Tchu is keeping one eye on Snow and another on The Prince of Delusion. He can't be slept on when the stakes are so high.

Nick: All five competitors are physically exhausted but have put up a great effort to last this long.

Richard: The great ones always do in this game, Richard.

Nick: You just called yourself Richard.

Richard: I know. I've decided to talk to myself since you are still marking over everybody else's chances. SOB all the way, right Richard?

Like a madman, Youngblood charges across the ring for Pierce. The Spider slides out of the way and goes for her Spider's Kiss, but Youngblood is able to catch and release her in a belly to knees suplex. The Pariah swings around and mounts Pierce, right hands pounding her in the face. Spittle flies in every direction from The Pariah's mouth. He's obsessed. Enraged with this woman that cost him the chance to go down as one of the most infamous in wrestling history. A nine to three elbow jolts Pierce and encourages Youngblood to reach down and take advantage of his well placed move.

Youngblood pins one of Pierce's arms down and goes to wrap her other one, slipping his left hand behind her head. Pierce knows exactly what's on the way and squirms, squirms in whatever way possible.

Nick: She's trying to do one of the most improbable acts in wrestling, break a Brandon Youngblood grip.

Richard: If anyone is slimey enough to tap out after giving a great effort, it's Pierce.

Youngblood can't grasp the head of Pierce and is struggling with the maneuver. He tries pulling her up to a standing position, but Pierce doesn't go for that, biting the arm of Youngblood and rolling back with a kick to the forehead. Pierce spins up and catches Youngblood coming in with an arm drag. Youngblood jumps back to his feet and receives a fireman's carry. Pierce spins around and keeps hold of Youngblood's arm, turning him onto his stomach and straightening the arm out.

Nick: ARMBAR! PIERCE GOING FOR AN ARMBAR ON YOUNGBLOOD!

Richard: Pfft, Richard and I both know he's not giving up.

The Original Villain gives a wide eyed glance over at the situation. Everybody in the building knows his philosophy about striking women and he's gotta figure a way to get his stablemate out of the submission. Youngblood groans, not bothering to paw for the ropes because it won't do any good. Pierce keeps her hands on the wrist and pulls back, straining herself and almost falling back over Youngblood, a move which would snap the arm like a twig.

01:26:00

Nick: Brandon Youngblood desperatey trying to hang on, but even if he does Tchu and Olsig have a glaring weakspot to work on.

Richard: Youngblood is one of the toughest men in the world, Richard, he knows how to mask an injury.

Nick: Alright, you've gotta knock that crap off.

Richard: Make me.

Youngblood emits a loud scream, an indication something in his arm might have popped, but he still refuses to secede. He wants the Dual Halo on his resume enough to withstand the punishment. Snow and Pierce share an uncomfortable glance, Pierce tugging on The Pariah's arm while he sits there and watches. Youngblood grinds his free fist into the canvas and tries to counter, tries to shift weight over but Pierce's grip is firm. She's not letting go unless a victory occurs.

What makes things worse for SOB's state is Tchu and Olsig are back in one another's faces, Olsig placing Tchu on his shoulder and landing a backbreaker. The Prince of Delusion rolls Tchu over and covers.

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Tchu pushes the arm out before three. Olsig grabs Tchu by the shoulders and strikes him with a combination of knees, cautiously avoiding the interruption of Pierce's submission. Olsig snaps Tchu over in a vertical suplex and stays near the Halo entrance, grabbing hold of the second rope and jumping up for a Vader Bomb. Cover.

ONE

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THRE-

Nick: Olsig with another kickout but Youngblood is still trapped. To his credit, he's doing everything possible to avoid the arm breaking in two.

Richard: Youngblood has been in the business too long. He'll have an ace in the hole. I can feel it, Richard.

When Pierce is able to put more torque on the arm, Youngblood's screams go from audible to uncomfortable. Snow rushes toward the scene but stops, cursing himself and slowly backpedaling.

Nick: Snow wants to help Youngblood out in the worst way but he would have to strike Pierce for that to happen.

Richard: Youngblood is fading fast, Richard. He needs something now.

Snow turns around and does the first thing that comes to mind. He grabs hold of Vangelus Olsig and shoves him into Pierce, tripping him in the process. The Prince of Delusion and Spider smack heads and slump to the canvas. Pierce's grip has been loosened but Youngblood's arm rests behind his back. Snow drags Youngblood away by the free arm and breaths a sigh of relief.

Nick: Snow had to get crafty there for any chance of saving his boy.

Richard: Just goes to show you the greatest can think on their feet.

Nick: If there had been three competitors-

Richard: Don't start that line of potentials, Nick. Olsig wanted in this match bad enough to sacrifice himself in the regard. Youngblood is out.

Nick: Snow got very lucky Olsig was there and able to be flung so easily.

Olsig and Pierce groggily roll into the corner. Tchu, recovering from the offensive flurry Olsig placed on him barrels out of the corner and catches Snow in a spinebuster. He goes for the cover.

ONE

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Snow's entire body jolts, The Original Villain needing to summon an immense amount of strength just to kick out of the move. Tchu glances down at the Universal Champion and can see the look in his fatigued eyes. Snow doesn't have much longer left in the Halo and Tchu is going to see to it that he gets his due downfall.

Tchu wraps his arm around Snow in a sleeper hold and pulls up.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Tchu going for his third consecutive elimination in the Halo. If he succeeds here, he'll be walking out with two banked Championship shots.

Richard: The only way I'm going to be fine with another double champion running around here is if its Snow or Youngblood.

The Pariah yanks on the middle rope, eyes toward the entrance and not on the action. He takes a gander at the big screen and forces his body to turn around. Tchu glances at Youngblood before going to drop Snow in the neckbreaker.

The Spider stumbles into the forefront, spinning Tchu around and catching him with The Spider's Kiss. Snow drops to his knees while Youngblood collapses into the ring. Olsig crawls over toward Snow, looking for a cover.

Pierce turns toward Snow and catches him with The Spider's Kiss, pushing him backwards into the middle of the ring. An amateur in the business would dive over for the cover, but Pierce knows a rising Olsig is behind her and snaps on her heels.

The Prince of Delusion is knocked back with The Spider's Kiss. Pierce goes to cover Snow but something in the front row catches her off guard.

01:28:00

Nick: The hell is this? We've got a situation in the front row and Pierce doesn't look happy about it.

Richard: Her kid has a concerned look and is checking behind her pretty frequently.

A small reaction for two people coming down the aisles, pointing in the direction of Quinn. The SCCW fans who came out to support their wrestlers give a mixed reaction for Jadian Bridden and girlfriend Julissa Minorez.

Nick: What in the hell? Don't tell me we're getting taken over again.

Richard: I don't think that's the case, Nick. This is an in house circumstance if I remember reading the Internet rumors right.

Nick: They are walking with purpose toward Quinn. You don't think they'd...Pierce has been frozen in the ring by this. She could have gone through the entire Halo by now with all the carnage she caused.

Julissa steps by Jadian and makes a beeline for the teenage daughter of Pierce. Although, she's ready and puts Julissa head first into the barricade. She hops over and darts alongside the Halo, beckoning for security at the presence of Jadian.

Richard: Wow, that girl managed to take out a professional wrestler. Kudos to her.

Nick: She's the kid of Pierce. I think she's got a thing or two in her when fighting comes up.

Richard: Point taken...And unfortunately for Pierce, point about to be made.

While Pierce got rid of everybody else in the Halo, she forgot about the one heavy breathing intense elephant in the room.

He grabs her in a Half Nelson suplex and slams her over violently, putting a massive amount of strength into the finisher. Youngblood crawls over and pins Alexandra Pierce.

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Eliminated: Alexandra Pierce

Nick: The distraction of SCCW's own caused Pierce's elimination. You know she can't be happy about that.

Richard: Her kid is still hiding behind security.

Nick: If you are a fan of SCCW, tune in to follow that saga because it sure as hell appears personal.

Richard: Messing with Alexandra Pierce's kid? That's like a death sentence.

Nick: For Julissa and Jaiden, it sure as hell could be.

Richard: With that being said, we are down to four people in the Halo.

The Pariah, sweat pouring down his body, gets up to a standing position and glances around the ring. Three people remaining until he receives The Golden Ticket.

Jason Snow clutches his midsection. He's been in here the longest of anybody. To hold ultimate immortality, he must go through a man who has finished no worse than second, the longest reigning Intense Champion ever and his tag team partner, the man he went to war with last night.

Vangelus Olsig hasn't been seen around the PRIME stage in a few years. Even though he entered the latest of all these competitors, he's not in the pristine shape of his heyday. If he wants the shot, he'll have to bring his game up to a very intense level, one going beyond his days as Intense Champion.

Tchu, the cagey veteran of PRIME, has been in this position quite a few times. In the waning moments of the Halo, he shines best and brightest.

Nick: Here we go, Richard. The Final Four of Culture Shock 2010. One of these men is going to walk out with The Golden Ticket and a place in the history books.

Richard: Even though they are all legends right now.

Olsig goes after the weakened Snow. Youngblood intercepts him and Tchu intercepts Youngblood. The Pariah is blasted with a right hand. Youngblood swings around and tries to take Tchu out with a single punch, but Mr. Halo catches Youngblood in an atomic drop and hits the ropes ahead of him. Tchu goes for a clothesline. Youngblood ducks, grabs hold of Tchu and looks for a belly to belly. Tchu claps his hands around Youngblood's head and looks for a butterfly suplex. Youngblood grabs the arm and snakes around it, going for a short arm clothesline. Tchu ducks and backs his body into the corner. Youngblood sidesteps and goes to drive his shoulder into The Inhuman Being. Tchu moves out of the way and gets behind Youngblood, arms wrapped around the waist. Tchu goes for a German suplex but Youngblood lands on his feet and charges forward, both men landing simultaneous clotheslines.

Nick: Neither man able to gain a decisive advantage in that exchange.

On the other side of the ring though, Olsig has a dominating stance over Jason Snow, pounding him with elbow and knee strikes in the corner. Olsig bounces Snow off the opposite side ropes and charges in with a high knee to the gut. Before Youngblood can think to get up or Snow can counter, Olsig puts Snow's head between his legs and hoists up, leaping into the air for a spike piledriver.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: SPIKED! SPIKED! OLSIG GOT JASON SNOW IN THE SPIKED!

Richard: Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

Nick: Can he crawl over and make the cover. Snow is only a few inches away.

Olsig looks over at the completely out cold Jason Snow, trying vehemently to pull his arm over and make the cover.

Nick: Come on Olsig, this is what you've wanted for so long. You can get back on the fast track to the top of the mountain.

Richard: COME ON YOUNGBLOOD STOP HIM!

The arm of Vangelus Olsig dangles in the air but falls just short of The Original Villain and a sure fire cover.

Nick: The glass ceiling of Olsig and the Universal Championship coming into play once again.

Richard: He's centimeters away. If we allowed moral covers, Snow would be out of here right now.

Nick: Moral covers be damned, Olsig wants the real thing.

Olsig slugs across the canvas for the necessary few inches and drops the arm over Jason Snow.

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Brandon Youngblood dives in for the save.

Nick: Dammit! Brandon Youngblood coming in at the right time to rob Olsig.

Richard: Rob nothing. Olsig had the opportunity and blew it.

Nick: He was right there, on the verge, on the cusp, centimeters away. Now he's got to start over.

The Pariah drags Olsig away from The Original Villain and gives him some more recuperating room.

The Inhuman Being takes advantage of the predicament and puts Jason Snow in his own cover.

ONE

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THRE-

Youngblood again has to break up the count, pulling Tchu back and away from Snow.

Nick: Youngblood is acting like the shield of Jason Snow at the moment.

Olsig crab walks up the ropes and to a vertical base. He rushes out into the middle of the ring, intent on extracting some vengeance.

A knee finds the gut of Tchu. Olsig turns around and grabs the waist, grunting Tchu into a piledriver and leaping into the air.

Nick: SPIKED! OLSIG GOT IT! HE COVERS TCHU!

Richard: Lot easier for him to do that.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Eliminated: Tchu

Nick: Three remaining. We are down to three competitors in the Dual Halo.

Richard: Tchu never saw Olsig rushing in either. He wanted to go for another cover on Snow.

Nick: Tchu is not walking away empty handed. He's going to receive the Intense Championship shot.

Richard: He's walking away empty handed in his own eyes. The man has never finished lower than second until now.

Nick: Regardless, Tchu has a Top 5 finish in a very deep Halo field.

Richard: And now he walks from a nightmare straight into the fire. He'll be facing Chainz at some point. That's good news for absolutely no one.

01:30:00

Nick: Ninety minutes in. The Dual Halo has gone an hour and a half. We're down to three people.

Richard: Olsig is now probably wishing he were able to eliminate Snow. Look at the situation he finds himself in.

Nick: He's got to go through both members of SOB if he wants to pull out The Golden Ticket.

Richard: They've survived the entire Halo by being devastatingly on the same page, and now only one man stands in their way.

Nick: The odds are not looking great for Vangelus Olsig.

Richard: The odds wouldn't be looking great for Hessian or Chainz or any man standing across the ring from these two psychopaths.

The Prince of Delusion stands in the middle of the ring, rising up and glancing in each direction. He's fully aware of the dire straits surrounding him. His eyes shift from Snow to Youngblood back to Snow and then back to Youngblood. Youngblood holds a deranged look in his eyes while Snow paces cool, calm and collected.

Richard: Olsig is like the last chicken breast at the buffet and both men want to rip him apart, but each will be satisfied with half.

Nick: That was the worst comparison in the history of our sport.

Richard: VINTAGE SUCKING.

Nick: I swear, one more of that and I cut you.

Youngblood takes a step forward but Olsig doesn't flinch. He keeps a firm eye on Snow and continues walking around the ring. He can't hold an eye on both men for much longer, one trying to remain out of his line of vision while the other engulfs. Snow gets behind Olsig. Olsig shoots his head around. Youngblood takes another step and fakes a takedown. Olsig backpedals, but not far enough Snow could take advantage.

Richard: The Prince is delaying the inevitable. He might as well just get the massacre over with.

Youngblood and Snow continue circling around. Youngblood licks his chops while Snow sinks down and goes for a leg. Olsig snaps around. Snow halts and backs up. Olsig turns around and Youngblood is in his face. The two men are nose to nose.

Snow grabs hold of Olsig's waist and pulls him back in a roll up.

Nick: Oh they would do something so cheap.

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THR-

Olsig pushes back but Youngblood caves him in the corner with a massive lariat. The Pariah boots Olsig in the midsection once, twice, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine and ten times. He presses a boot against Olsig's throat while Snow gets up and motions him out of the way. Snow darts across the ring and hits the ropes, taking a bit extra time for himself on the way down with the hesitation dropkick.

Richard: The last stand of Vangelus Olsig. You gave a great effort son, but SOB rule PRIME.

Youngblood drags Olsig to the center of the ring and grabs his left leg, stomping the hamstring and turning around, taking the other leg and dropping back in a Figure Four. Snow drops a leg lariat and covers Snow.

ONE

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THR-

Olsig presses out but Youngblood's submission doesn't go away and he's wrenching down harder. Snow goes for another cover.

ONE

TWO

THR-

Richard: This is great tag team wrestling on the part of SOB. The submission expert in Youngblood and there's nothing anybody can do about this.

Nick: Olsig is going to lose strength and he's being pinned repeatedly by Snow. Will he forget to pull his arms up at one point?

Snow goes for another pin.

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THRE-

01:31:00

Olsig grunts and pulls his shoulder out, doing everything in his power to shift onto a side. Snow pulls his body down and covers again.

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THRE-

Olsig moves again. Snow drops an elbow and mounts The Prince of Delusion, right hand after right hand finding mark on the forehead. Olsig's arms swing back and forth but he's unable to stop Snow's determined shots. After eight, Snow hops off and pins again.

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Olsig kicks out. Snow and Youngblood share a glance and break apart, each booting Olsig before standing behind him and contemplating their next move.

Richard: Olsig is a tough little bugger, we'll give him that.

Nick: He wants to win in the worst way possible. Snow and Youngblood want that also.

Richard: I want to see them go at it again.

Youngblood takes the step forward and pulls Olsig up, who is only showing a slight limp in his leg. The Pariah whips The Prince into Snow, who takes him down with an STO. Youngblood drops an elbow across Olsig's back while Snow cradles the head, torquing the neck. Youngblood bounces off the ropes another time and hits the second elbow.

Nick: Their strategy is apparent. Submission and attack. Submission and attack.

Richard: I have a feeling its going to work.

Youngblood hits the ropes a third time and splashes Olsig across the back. The Prince's arms are more concerned with decreasing pressure on his neck so Youngblood's shots are free. Another bounce off the ropes and splash. Youngblood rolls back and gives a few hand signals to Snow. With a nod of the head, Snow gets up and both men bring Olsig to a standing position.

Nick: More punishment? They should just finish Olsig off, he's not in the best condition.

Richard: He's shown to be a fighter so they want to make sure there is no doubt. No doubt at all.

Youngblood whips Olsig off into the opposite side and runs at him with a clothesline. Olsig slips underneath and spears The Original Villain down.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: OLSIG ON THE COMEBACK!

Richard: No, no he's not.

The Pariah keeps himself moving, charging ahead and putting a boot into Olsig's temple. The Prince goes down before he can pin Snow and get the odds in his favor. Youngblood pounces, clubbing blow after clubbing blow to the spine. He hoists Olsig up and locks him in a German suplex, the grip almost unbreakable. Youngblood pulls back and slams Olsig into the canvas. He rolls the hips and gets back up in a second and a half. Youngblood throws the body back and hits a second one. Another swing and another suplex. Three in a row. Snow is up to his feet and looks ready to finish Olsig off.

01:32:00

Nick: Olsig is about ready to get caught in SNAKE EY-

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: HE MOVED! OLSIG MOVED! YOUNGBLOOD CAUGHT THE KICK!

Richard: No! No! He only caught it in the chest.

Both announcers made correct statements. Olsig slithered his upper body away from Snow at the last second, and Youngblood maneuvered his torso so he would only take the move on the chest. The Snake Eyes still puts Youngblood on his back and gives Olsig a new lease on the Halo. He comes out swinging, a jawbreaker on Snow to back the Champion up. The limp still noticeable in Olsig's leg, he lands a knife edge chop and keeps Snow on his side of the ring. Olsig boots Snow in the midsection and hooks the right leg, cupping the head underneath right arm and flipping Snow back in a Fisherman's suplex. Cover.

ONE

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Nick: Brandon Youngblood AGAIN breaking up the pinfall for Jason Snow.

Richard: These two are devoted. They are on the same page and unbeatable.

Youngblood, hand across his chest, punts Olsig in the side of the head and brings him up to a vertical base. He backs Olsig into the corner and mutters something about a knife edge chop. The arm winds up.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: God, the hardest chop in the business folks.

Richards: Hands down

Youngblood winds up again and almost brings Olsig to his knees with a second chop.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The Pariah shakes off the effects of Snake Eyes and whips The Prince of Delusion into the turnbuckle. Youngblood charges in while Olsig bounces off. Olsig looks ready for another Youngblood strike, but from no where The Prince catches Youngblood in an enziguri that spins him around. Olsig reaches out and pulls Youngblood down in an electric chair drop. Cover.

ONE

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THRE-

Snow breaks up the pinfall and goes back on the attack.

Nick: Olsig is finding out quickly these two men will go to the ends to keep from the other being eliminated.

Richard: Damn right. That's how true respect should be shown.

Nick: Olsig will need a way to keep both men down long enough for a pin. He's not going to get them turning against one another, that would have happened by now if it were going to.

Richard: Have to agree with you again. This is a handicap match as it stands.

Snow reaches in front of him and goes for an Ace Crusher, but Olsig shoves him away, rushes in behind him and lands a rolling Russian leg sweep. Olsig rolls through and swings Snow into Youngblood. Both members move about the ring in a confused state. When heads collide the feeling is not one of comfort. Olsig jumps onto the second rope and drills both members of SOB with back elbows.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: And now Olsig has the crowd behind him. They want SOB out that badly.

01:33:00

Richard: He's still got to overcome SOB. The people in Wembley can't jump into the Halo and save him if he gets in trouble.

Olsig decides to go after the weaker of the two, at least minute wise, Jason Snow. The Prince of Delusion shoves Snow back into the ropes and snaps off his own standing side kick.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: SNAKE EYES! OLSIG JUST WRAPPED SNOW WITH HIS OWN MOVE!

Richard: INSULT! FOUL! FIFTEEN YARDS! BULL FUCKING SHIT!

Olsig collapses to the canvas with a pinfall.

Nick: HE'S GONNA GET IT!

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Brandon Youngblood wasn't fond of watching his partner take that move and drops an elbow across the back of Olsig's head.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Olsig still unable to get rid of an SOB member. They are fighting until the bitter end.

Richard: Youngblood might have to take the reigns over for a bit. I think he's capable.

The Pariah yanks Olsig up to a standing position and pounds him with rights and lefts in the corner, mixing in the occassional knee. He puts Olsig on the second rope and headbutts him, stepping up the intensity level a moment. Youngblood puts an elbow into the head of Olsig and hops over onto the steel flooring.

Nick: Youngblood has something more devious in mind, far more devious.

Richard: He's going to end Olsig once and for all.

The Pariah reaches up onto the top rope and flips Olsig overhead in a belly to belly suplex. The thud makes ringside fans turn their heads. The thud brings Youngblood into an even angrier state. He grabs Olsig around the shoulders and pushes him up, clubbing him in the back all the way up onto the upper level.

Nick: I have to wonder what Youngblood could be thinking.

Richard: Do you want to know? I mean, really?

Nick: Not so much that I'm willing to sit down and have coffee.

Youngblood shoves Olsig onto the upper level and scales up to meet him. A boot finds The Prince's back. Youngblood grabs Olsig around the waist and picks him up, locking one arm behind the neck and looking back toward the ring.

Nick: Oh no! Oh God no!

Richard: Drive him down into the canvas, baby!

Nick: He's going to land a Half Nelson from the upper level!

Richard: If you want something that'll take Olsig out, this should do it.

Youngblood locks the arms and goes to fall back, but Olsig holds on. He hangs on like a child clinging to his mother. He doesn't want to let go. Youngblood tries again. Olsig wraps tighter around the leg and a standoff ensues.

01:34:00

Youngblood grits his teeth, grinding his head into the shoulder of The Prince. One of them is going to fall, that's for certain. Olsig lands a back elbow. Youngblood headbutts Olsig in the back. Elbow. Headbutt. Elbow. Headbutt. Olsig hits a low blow and spins Youngblood around. He picks The Pariah up and drives him into the mesh flooring with a Spiked.

Nick: SPIKED! ON YOUNGBLOOD!

Richard: Son of a bitch.

Nick: Olsig is going to be one man away from achieving the Golden Tick-

Richard: WHA-WATCH OUT SNOW!

The mesh flooring is not entirely sturdy, nor is it very wide. Olsig and Youngblood were close to the edge at the start.

Youngblood is nudged off the side and crashes down toward the ring.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

His head crashes into Jason Snow's chest. The head rests on Snow.

ONE

Richard: NO! NO! WHAT?

TWO

Richard: KICK OUT! KICK THE FUCK OUT!

THREE

Eliminated: Jason Snow

Nick: ...Wow. What a twist!

Richard: What bullshit!

Nick: Now we've got one of the more interesting dynamics. I sure as heck didn't see this one coming.

Richard: Drop fucking dead Stuart, drop fucking dead.

Nick: Olsig wanted to pin one of the SOB and he got his wish, only he didn't do the pinning.

Richard: Ugh...I need a bucket. Seriously, someone hand me a goddamn bucket.

Nick: Snow and Youngblood weren't going to turn against one another, but Olsig got Snow onto the canvas and brought Youngblood down on him. This means...

Richard: Yeah, we all know what the hell it means.

Nick: Brandon Youngblood receives the Universal Championship bounty and is still in the Dual Halo. We are down to TWO men.

Richard: Seriously, bucket, stat.

The Pariah, briefly conscious, is in a state of disbelief. The Original Villain rolls out of the ring and is taken through the door by officials. Youngblood pounds his fist against the canvas and glares up at Olsig, shooting him a middle finger. The Prince of Delusion doesn't acknowledge Youngblood, struggling to get up under his own power.

Nick: We're going to see Youngblood and Snow one more time, possibly with Olsig if he's able to come out on top here.

Richard: God, what a joke. What a fucking farce.

01:35:00

In a brief moment caught by the cameras, Jason Snow has unlaced his wrestling boots and handed them to a fan in the crowd. The Original Villain walks toward the locker room barefoot.

Richard: Snow is giving out souvenirs? What the fu...

Nick: Maybe that splash from Youngblood knocked some sense into him after all.

Youngblood digs and claws against the canvas, trying to push himself up. Now that the only man left for him to wage an alliance with is gone, he can focus all of his attention on Vangelus Olsig.

The same Vangelus Olsig who is on his feet and diving from the top of the Halo toward The Pariah.

Nick: BIG TIME SPLASH ON THE WAY BY OLS-

Richard: YOUNGBLOOD MOVES!

Olsig's face hits the canvas extremely hard. The Prince doesn't jitter around or juke like he's just been shot. He is face first on the canvas, not moving. Youngblood shoves his arm over Olsig, but doesn't realize until the count isn't heard that Olsig is on his stomach. He mutters a swear word and slides his arm back down.

Nick: One of these men will walk out of the Dual Halo with The Golden Tick-

Nick's microphone is cut off and all lights in Wembley fade out.

Richard: Oh crap, Chainz better not be coming back out here.

Nick: No way Shakur dared Wembley to cut him off. This isn't that wrestling show where shit likes this happens.

Richard: We're on Pay-Per-View. We have two and a half hours res-

An invading sounds blasts through the speakers in the stadium. The guitar rifts of Peter Frampton.

Nick: Devin Shakur? He's on his way out here? What the hell gives.

Richard: He's going to come out and make sure the right winner is declared.

Spotlights give way, but most are trained on the entrance way. In the darkness, Vince Howard is given a note. He pulls out a flashlight and glances at the words. The man who handed him the note shouts at the ring announcer to speak.

The rifts grow louder and louder, drumbeats chiming in. More spotlights focus on the entryway.

Vince Howard: ...Ladies and Gentlemen, entering the Dual Halo at Number 30-

Richard: OH YES! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

Nick: No! He...He wouldn't!

The notegiver demands Howard put some oomph in his voice for the last part.

Vince Howard: THE BOSS IN BLACK...DEVINNNNNNNNNNNNNNN SHAKURRRRRRRRRRR!

With a slow and confident stride, Devin Shakur slings open the curtain and makes the long walk down the aisle toward Halo 2.

01:36:00

Richard: This is the greatest night in the history of our business!

Nick: Why? HE'S ALREADY GOT ABSOLUTE POWER IN PRIME!

Richard: He wants more. HE WANTS MORE BABY!

Nick: This is an absolute disgrace. He doesn't need to do this.

Richard: But he can, and look at the man's track record. He'll be the only one in there who has won a Universal Championship.

Nick: He's also be insanely fresh after DUCKING Tony Gamble last night.

Richard: Baulderdash, Stuart. Shakur ducks nobody.

Nick: This was his master plan the entire time. He's going to be the supreme ruler of PRIME. I'm...I'm sick to my damn stomach.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Wembley is hotter than hell right now for The Boss in Black. He walks down the middle of the aisle, hands comfortably placed inside black Armani pants. His blinking is rhythmic, almost robotic. Fans fall over the barricade trying to get a piece of his shirt or hair.

Richard: At such a late point in the stage, oh the advantages he's going to have!

Nick: Olsig and Youngblood have beaten themselves to pulps! And yeah, Shakur will have an advantage! He's the best striker to ever come across PRIME!

Richard: Two kicks. That's all it will take for the Dual Halo to come to an end.

Shakur keeps his walk brisk and barks at the referees outside the Halo to open the door. Bernie Roberts doesn't seem willing to comply until Shakur pulls a pink slip out of his pocket and points at Roberts. With grit covering his face, Roberts unseals the Halo and waits for Shakur to enter.

Nick: If Shakur really goes through with this, we may need to get out of here on the first working plane.

Richard: There is no statue of limitations on Number 30 and if there was, Shakur just re-wrote the damn rule!

Shakur reaches the ringside mats and steps inside the Halo.

"I Fucking Hate You"

Nick: TCHU?

Richard: What is that piece of shit doing back out here? Did we go back in a time warp?

The Inhuman Being, Mr. Halo himself, riddled with injuries charges down the aisle, pumping his legs furiously while Shakur gives him a perplexed stare.

Beep...Beep...Beep...

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: TYLER RAYNE! HE'S PUSHING THROUGH THE CROWD!

Richard: What in the hell is this?

Tchu reaches The Boss in Black first and tugs him out of the Halo, eating a right hand before Tyler Rayne can give him the assist. The two men, not fond of one another kick and punch Devin Shakur about six feet up the aisle.

01:37:00

Shakur kicks Tchu in the midsection and backfists Rayne. Both men stumble and Shakur makes a beeline for the Halo again.

Nick: His own roster is trying to restrain him!

Richard: What a travesty!

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Richard: Oh you've gotta be KIDDING ME!

From over the other barricade emerges the one and only Flyin Hawaiian, Bryan Dawkins.

Nick: BRYAN DAWKINS! HE'S OUT HERE TO HELP IN THE EFFORT!

Richard: That son of a bitch was suspended indefinitely!

Nick: That doesn't mean he can't stop Shakur!

Richard: It means he's going to have a massive lawsuit on his hands!

Dawkins springboards from the apron, landing a dropkick into the mouth of Shakur. Shakur stumbles back into a Flying Fornication from Tyler Rayne. Shakur swings around, trying to get a hand on the Halo and force himself inside.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: This is citizen justice! They don't want Shakur ruining the tradition of the Dual Halo.

Richard: Or they are jealous and hate his fucking guts, which is going to make their jobs real cushy in the upcoming weeks.

Tchu grabs Shakur around the neck and drags him back, Rayne and Dawkins each taking hold of the leg. Shakur tries to hit one of them, any of them, but fails. The three men carry him up the aisle and slowly out of the picture.

Richard: Tchu can probably consider that Intense bounty revoked the minute Shakur gets his hands on a contract.

Nick: He had a pink slip in his hand. Tchu might receive it but I don't think he cares.

Richard: So we have to go back to Olsig and Youngblood...wonderful.

Nick: Aren't you the one who wanted Youngblood to win in the first place?

Richard: That's not the damn point, Stuart. This was Shakur's Halo. He set it up. He designed it. Now, he's going to be dolling out pink slips left and right.

Nick: Bryan Dawkins being in the crowd as a fan ended up paying huge dividens.

Richard: How in the fuck did they know to cue his music?

Nick: Rayne of course, Richard. He's got just as much authority as Shakur.

Richard: Gah. Fucking disgraceful, and Tchu? I had respect for the bastard until he came out and pulled that.

Nick: He didn't want to see Shakur get in the way. Even if he got eliminated, he's about keeping the tradition in PRIME. Shakur wanted to shred that tradition in one felt swoop.

Richard: Unbearable.

01:38:00

Ever since the cavalary arrived to save the integrity of the Halo, Olsig and Youngblood have ripped into one another. Right hand from Youngblood. Right hand from Olsig. Youngblood throws a harder right. Olsig musters up enough energy for an even harder right. Youngblood's legs become wobbily. He fires another right. Olsig puts a hand on the ground to prevent from falling. He propels up for an even more violent right hand.

Nick: Youngblood and Olsig going toe to toe. Which one of these men will get The Ticket?

Youngblood goes for a boot to the midsection, but Olsig captures the leg and shoots The Pariah into the ropes. Olsig lowers the head and Youngblood capitalizes, clubbing him across the back and pulling The Prince up in a piledriver. Youngblood rolls over for a cover.

ONE

TWO

THREE-

Nick: Olsig managing to kick out. Youngblood is going to have to go heavier if he wants the victory.

Richard: Youngblood doesn't mind putting everything at risk, we've already seen that.

The Pariah pulls Olsig up to a standing position and wraps the head underneath his right arm. Youngblood strains back in a vertical suplex, rolling over and bringing Olsig up again. The Prince of Delusion blocks the second one and counters with his own suplex, a Northern Light.

ONE

TWO

THREE-

Through sheer determination, Youngblood pulls his shoulder up.

Nick: How much more is left in these superstars? They have given everything for this.

Richard: And everything has been taken away from them. WE STILL LOVE YOU DEV-

Nick: Oh drop dead, bitch.

Olsig wipes the sweat from his brow and crawls over toward the ropes. Youngblood institutes the same method for achieving a vertical base. Both men stumble into one another. Olsig lands a jawbreaker, but Youngblood blocks and snaps Olsig down in a DDT. Cover.

ONE

TWO

THREE-

Nick: These guys are relying upon pure instinct right now. Neither wants to go down but does either man have enough energy to pull out a finisher?

Richard: Even then, would they be able to extract a pinfall?

Youngblood growls with the tenacity of a lion and looks out at the crowd, signaling the end is near.

Richard: Yeah, he's about to put the oomph on this sucka.

01:39:00

Nick: Ninety-nine minutes in and Brandon Youngblood is calling for the end.

Richard: He'll be the best one way or the other, Richard.

Youngblood grabs hold of Olsig and doesn't bother whipping him into the ropes. Instead, he grips Olsig in his arms and lifts up. His left hand reaches to the collarbone and powers Olsig into the canvas while the rest of his body comes down a fraction later.

Nick: SPINEBUSTER! THE YOUNGBLOOD SPINEBUSTER!

Richard: INTO THE COVER! THIS IS OVER!

ONE

TWO

THREE-

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: OLSIG KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT!

Richard: BULL...DE...WHAT? HOW? HOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW?

Nick: Olsig is being willed to win. He wants this in the worst way possible.

Richard: SO DOES YOUNGBLOOD!

Nick: Olsig wanted it bad enough to kick out of a patented Youngblood spinebuster.

The Pariah, breathing heavily and irate, glares down the aisle and slams his head into the canvas. He reaches down and literally pulls Olsig to his feet. The Prince can barely stand. Youngblood spins him around and grabs one arm up to his neck. The Half Nelson suplex overhead is mandatory.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: OH FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST!

Nick: OLSIG ON HIS FEET! OFF THE ROPES!

Vangelus Olsig lands a critical knee to the midsection and grabs Youngblood before The Pariah can react. A pick up and spike into the canvas with a piledriver.

Nick: SPIKED! SPIKED! OLSIG GOT IT! HE COVERS YOUNGBLOOD!

ONE

Richard: NO! NO!

TWO

Richard: KICK OUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!

THREE

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

On the outside, Bernie Roberts and Elvis Nixon scream out to the ringside area that Olsig only got a two count.

A huge exhale from Wembley, more specifically those who wear the colors of Brandon Youngblood.

Richard: ...WHEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

Nick: YOUNGBLOOD KICKS OUT of Spiked.

Richard: Oh mercy what a way to cap off Culture Shock.

Nick: Olsig and Youngblood have nailed their finishers on each other in a very short capacity. Their lifespans are on the verge of being non-existent.

01:40:00

Nick: Olsig and Youngblood. You have to believe whoever gets up and hits next is going to win.

Richard: Considering the brutality we've seen?

Nick: They are running on FUMES, Richard. Absolute fumes. I can't believe they are still in this after all they've gone through.

Richard: Neither of them can either.

Nick: Both believe they have every right to be here and after the performance tonight, each man has a legitimate case.

Richard: But only one can survive. Only one can hold up the Ticket and call themselves the winner.

Youngblood and Olsig, drained, exhausted, on a wind so high it probably can't be tallied, lean on each other to get up. Youngblood tries to swing Olsig over for a suplex, but Olsig goes for the boot again. He grabs Youngblood around the waist and pulls.

The Pariah blocks.

Olsig pulls again.

Another block from Youngblood.

Olsig pulls a third time.

Youngblood hoists Olsig over in a back body drop.

Olsig's hands hit the canvas. His feet hit the ropes. He backflips into Youngblood.

The Pariah captures him and wraps an arm around the neck.

He goes for the Half Nelson.

Olsig blocks, foot under the rope.

Youngblood tugs harder.

Olsig tries an elbow.

Youngblood strains, veins in his forehead bulging.

Olsig's foot slips.

Youngblood puts him over.

Olsig lands on his feet and boots Youngblood in the gut.

He pulls The Pariah up and holds.

Youngblood strains, fighting, squirming.

Olsig drops him. Youngblood backs away.

He keeps hold of the arm and tries to clothesline Olsig.

The Prince ducks, spins Youngblood around.

Youngblood tries to lift Olsig and land the spinebuster.

Olsig with a knee to the groin.

Youngblood doubles over.

Olsig grabs the singlet, pulls and jumps.

SPIKED!

Olsig covers.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Eliminated: Brandon Youngblood

Nick: HE'S DONE IT! VANGELUS OLSIG HAS WON THE 2010 DUAL HALO!

Richard: Jesus Fucking Christ.

Nick: Brandon Youngblood has been spiked by The Prince of Delusion!

Richard: I never thought I'd see the day. The dumb bastard has finally grown up.

Nick: He's grown up alright. Vangelus Olsig is now the owner of The Golden Ticket.

Richard: And from what we've seen with past winners, who knows what he'll do with it.

Nick: He's got it though, Vangelus Olsig went through sheer hell and took out both members of SOB to get the ticket.

And Vince Howard makes it official.

Vince Howard: YOUR WINNER OF THE MATCH...AND THE 2010 DUAL HALO WINNER...VANGELUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS OLSIGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!

Bernie Roberts goes into the ring and raises Olsig's hand above his head. The feeling is somewhat foreign to The Prince. He's been near the top of the mountain before, but never tasted the air. Never felt the experience.

Now he's there. Now he's amongst the elite.

He glances down at Brandon Youngblood. No doubt they'll see each other in the near future.

He glances out at Wembley Stadium. The place that will hold a spot in his heart forever.

Olsig lets out a faint smile. At some point he knew he would be here.

Nick: Ladies and Gentlemen, for Richard Parker, PRIME, and everybody else in the organization...Good night everybody! Your 2010 Dual Halo winner is Vangelus Olsig!

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