The opening shot is at a low angle on the announcers table, looking to keep a great portion of the crowd out of frame. Nick Stuart and Richard Parker hold faces of solemnity and confusion.

Nick: Ladies and Gentlemen, we would like to welcome you to ReVolution 221. The first broadcast of PRIME since Culture Shock 2010. A monumental and landscape changing event if there ever was one.

Richard: Where is Jason Snow?

Nick: That is one of the main questions on everyone's mind this evening. Jason Snow left London with the Universal Championship and a third place finish in the Dual Halo, being eliminated by fellow SOB member Brandon Youngblood-

Richard: Who was robbed of the Dual Halo victory.

Nick: I'm not in the mood to argue perception with you, Rich. On his way down the aisle, Snow unlaced his boots and handed them to a fan. Earlier in the night, he gave another pair of his boots to Alexandra Pierce's daughter, Quinn.

Richard: And he hasn't been seen since.

Nick: That is correct. Jason Snow didn't report for any post show press conferences and balked all his media interviews upon arriving back in the States. Plus, the very juicy rumor making the rounds in the back. We don't have complete information on it, but apparently Jason Snow left the Universal Championship on a locker room bench in Wembley Stadium.

Richard: I really hope he just had a Canadian moment and will come back to retrieve the belt.

Lights out.

Pitch black. An eruption of sound rises from all sections of the crowd. The sound of curiosity. Those fortunate enough to bring lighters hold them up looking for some kind of signal as to what is going down.

The growling voice of Rampage Jackson boils their blood.

GOD SAID A MAN SHOULD WORK WITH HIS HANDS!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The nuclear wave of boos drown out Peter Frampton's majestic fingers gliding over the guitar to produce "Black Hole Sun". A lone blue spotlight hovers over the entrance ramp, lighting the first steps out from behind the curtain.

Nick: And here's a guy who tried to sabotage the Dual Halo about a month ago, Devin Shakur.

Richard: He was only doing it for the good of those involved.

Nick: Vangelus Olsig and Brandon Youngblood were on their absolute last legs and he saw fit to try and take their exhaustion as an advantage.

Richard: He WAS number 30, Nick. Recognize that. It doesn't matter when the competitors come out so long as they actually step into the ring. He was the ONE guy out of the entire roster who did not step into the ring. Now I'm sure you are going to enlighten all of these peons and tell them why.

Nick: People with the right sense of mind: Tchu, Tyler Rayne and a returning Bryan Dawkins-

Richard: Just what PRIME needs, more foreigners while in a foreign country.

Nick: -Put a stop to Shakur's potential derailing of the Halo and kept the integrity of the match.

Richard: How is integrity kept when one person with a guaranteed spot is not allowed to enter? Just because he's the boss? Just because he rigged the drawing? Hey, you don't know what caused him to come out later-

Nick: Oh the hell I don't! He was back there the whole time-

Richard: He could have been dealing with business he couldn't get away from. He could have had a few too many fish and chips and had to use Elizabeth Hurley for an extended period of time. You don't know that. That bunch of rag tag punks is going to get what is coming to them tonight, that much you can bet on. Two of them are in action and two of them are going to get slaughtered.

Finally, the curtain swings open and Devin Shakur steps underneath the lone spotlight. A shadow engulfs the background while Shakur soaks in the eternal castigation from his loyal fanbase of haters. He keeps his head steady and adjusts an object over his right shoulder before moving toward the ring.

Nick: Well Shakur is certainly going to have a lot on his plate tonight. The winner of the Dual Halo, Vangelus Olsig not in attendance nor expected to be.

Richard: Hey Olsig, I know you used to have it good while other administrations were running through PRIME but you are in the Shakur Era, bub. You always show up for work or you get privileges and rights taken from you.

The spotlight on The Man in Black stays low while he continues to walk down the aisle. 'The Biker' Christian Daniels keeps a weary eye on fans. There aren't three fans of Devin Shakur anywhere in the world except his own house, and San Antonio is a long way from there. He closes both chain wrapped fists and keeps guard while Shakur hits the ringside mats and jumps onto the apron.

Nick: Shakur is expected to address a number of issues here as a lot about the demise of PRIME has been circulating on different rumor pages.

Richard: PRIME? Closing? Child, please, we're going to be here even after the apocalypse. We'll host the Cockroach Halo with the winner getting a two pack of twinkies every year.

Shakur hops between the ropes while Daniels effortlessly steps over the top and takes his place behind The Boss in Black.

All overhead lighting comes on and a shockwave goes through the crowd.

Nick: Has he got the –

Richard: Say it ain't so, Dev!

Nick: I guess we know the rumors are true now.

The object Devin Shakur adjusted on his right shoulder moments ago is seen in full view of those in the audience and watching at home...The Universal Championship belt. Shakur gives the belt a few hearty smacks and extends his left hand to Vince Howard for the house microphone. Howard darts over and gets the stick from the ringside table and makes the assist to The Boss in Black. He slowly raises the microphone to his lips.

Devin Shakur: Right now, going through your futile impotent minds is speculation. All the rumors you read on the dirt sheets about what could have been or what has been are now starting to take shape with the visual before you in the ring.

Shakur smacks the Championship again.

Devin Shakur: What does this image entail? What does it mean going forward? Or is everything you see an illusion? None of you know the full story but you've already filled in some gaps based on perception and illogical theories. So, just for a minute, deconstruct the puzzle you've created in your mind and place all the pieces back in the box. I will give you step by step instructions and guide you to creating the accurate solution.

Nick: Where is Jason Snow?

Richard: If he is here, I know he's not going to be happy with Shakur walking around with his Championship. He kicks people if they look at the belt the wrong way.

Shakur places two fingers under his chin and makes a semi-circle in the ring before pointing toward the hard camera.

Devin Shakur: About two months ago at ReVolution 218, a little boy named Jason walked into my office and needed to speak with me. I was all too happy to see my Universal Champion. The longest reigning Universal Champion in the history of PRIME, mind you. We talked shop from time to time and occasionally hit a casino or two if in a gambling city, but I could tell he wasn't in the mood for throwing dice or flipping coins. The look on his face was one of concern. Grave concern. He looked like a man who knew the end was near and could do nothing to stop it. He was going 200 miles an hour staring down the brick wall and unable to work the brake.

Nick: What is Shakur sa-

Richard: Shut up and let him get to the point.

Devin Shakur: Now, I never asked what plagued him because as a boss I don't feel the right to divulge into my employee's private life unless they ask for my assistance, and Jason Snow doesn't ask for assistance. I didn't need to hold a degree in psychology to understand dire circumstances. Jason looked at me and said, "Dev, I gotta get out. I gotta get out soon."

Even though Shakur usually garners a plethora of heat, the crowd in San Antonio is hanging on his every word.

Devin Shakur: I didn't need to ask him what to get out of. The only thing I did was nod my head and said when do you want to? He looked down at the Championship, the very one on my shoulder right now, and took a minute. I saw the reluctance. If he had his way, the belt would have been dropped in my lap that very instance and he would have never seen the lens of a camera again. He looked up at me and said "Culture Shock, Night 2, win, lose or draw I'm gone."

The Jason Snow faithful gasp in horror. Could it be their favorite superstar and most dominant wrestler in the history of the company is no longer going to walk the aisle?

Devin Shakur: I was appreciative of his answer and willingness to stick around even though his eyes looked heavier than two hundred pound weights. He looked beaten and downtrodden, but had enough intestinal fortitude to stick through and push on. I agreed and informed no one of the meeting, telling Jason he would have complete confidentiality on my part. No one in the media would get wing of his impending departure until after the Pay-Per-View. Just as we're about to end the meeting, I saw a spark in his eyes when he looked at me. The competitor in him had one last declaration for me and it was this, "I might be going out but I'm going out swinging. I'm going out as the G-reatest."

Shakur's wets his lips and tilts his head, a finger scratching the back of his head while the crowd eagerly awaits for the next part of the story.

Devin Shakur: I watched the events unfold for the next few weeks until we got to the Pay-Per-View. Just like everybody else, I was on the edge of my seat for Night 1, watching two of the best competitors in the world battle for the Universal Championship. Was I surprised when Jason got the victory? Most definitely. I thought Brandon's time had come but Jason wanted one last moment in the sun. He wanted to go out with the Championship over his shoulder and that is exactly what he did. About midnight, an hour after the broadcast ended, I was going through the locker rooms and making notes for the cleaning staff to see which rooms needed the most pampering before Night 2. I got to Jason's room...And this-

Shakur unhooks the Championship from his shoulder and hoists the belt into the air.

Devin Shakur: -Was lying on the bench. I glanced down for a moment before picking up the belt and leaving the room. What happened on Night 2 is self explanatory. Jason went out there looking to capture the Dual Halo and leave the ultimate finale stamp on the wrestling industry, but was caught by Brandon Youngblood and Vangelus Olsig. The last image of Jason Snow to PRIME fans everywhere will be him handing the pair of boots he wore into the Dual Halo to some lucky fan who has already framed them in his room.

Most of the crowd is silent. A few are whispering questions to their friends about The Original Villain to friends while Shakur pauses and places the strap back on his shoulder.

Devin Shakur: So ladies and gentlemen, you are going to be hearing the announcement from me first. Officially, as of Culture Shock 2010 Night 2, Jason Snow is retired.

If Shakur had come out and opened the promo with those words, the gasps would have been thunderous and chatter would have buzzed throughout the evening. With Shakur's recount, the words are a bit easier for the crowd to digest.

Devin Shakur: And as a result of Jason Snow's retirement, the Universal Championship is now vacant.

Those words, even with the Snow build up, aren't easy to digest and send the crowd into a frenzy.

Nick: A vacant Universal Championship?

Richard: Time to unveil El Ricardo Magnifico. Papa is taking home some gold, sucka.

Nick: I can't remember the last time we had the Universal Championship vacant.

Devin Shakur: Now I know what some apologists out there are thinking. I have the next Universal Champion in the locker room right now, suplexing lockers and grunting over his loss at Culture Shock in both the Dual Halo and Universal Championship affairs. Yes, it would be very easy to give the Championship to Brandon Youngblood as he is probably the most deserving individual on the roster and perhaps the greatest wrestler never to win the Universal Title...

A hint of malice slipped into the last sentence of Shakur and he now brandishes a wicked smile for the camera. The serious and polite tone of eulogizing Jason Snow is gone.

Devin Shakur: But I'm not exactly the most impartial politician in PRIME. In fact, I'm probably the most biased and now I hold all the cards.

Shakur flashes the Universal Championship to the camera.

Devin Shakur: All of them, and I've got the perfect strategy on how to lay them out. Later on this evening, you will hear the details of my elaborate idea for UltraViolence. PRIME is going to break the glass ceilings this evening, folks. PRIME is going to drive into the 21st century and leave all the other companies in the dust. You can take that to the bank.

Nick: Appreciate he used the 21st century reference and then used a cliché older than 21 centuries.

Richard: Stop interrupting the boss.

Devin Shakur: Now as for what happened during the Dual Halo-

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: Uh boy.

Devin Shakur: We had a little...incident near the end of the otherwise perfect event which killed any chance of making the show monumental. With the elimination of Jason Snow, PRIME needed somebody to carry the torch into the next stage of life. PRIME needed a larger than life presence controlling all aspects of dealings. That somebody was supposed to be me. I was Number 30 in the Dual Halo and never received my opportunity to enter the match.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Devin Shakur: And that makes all of you happy doesn't it?

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Devin Shakur: Well I'm glad you are going to get the moment to relish in the fact your favorite wrestling company dropped a few notches because some vigilantes felt it appropriate to ruin destiny. In fact, I'm so ecstatic because of your elation, and to show my appreciation for those men who decided to ruin my moment in the sun, I'm going to ask all three of them to meet me in my office at different points of the evening. Moments before their match, and if Tyler Rayne can get his head out from whatever drug mule he picked up at the airport this week. Oh yes, tonight is going to be a grand evening for anybody who decided to fuck with Devin Shakur. I hope your desires to keep the Dual Halo pure and free from scandal were worth it because the rest of your PRIME careers are going to be spent paying for the sin. Enjoy the rest of your evening. I know I will.

The microphone is flipped over Shakur's right shoulder while Black Hole Sun kicks up. Shakur clutches the Universal Championship in his right hand and steps between the ropes onto the floor. Christian Daniels pushes over the ropes and lands at his right side, the two beginning a conversation while walking up the ramp.

Nick: Well, ladies and gentlemen, there you have it. The announcement coming straight from the horse's mouth. Jason Snow has retired and the Universal Championship is vacant.

Richard: Not only that, he has a giant plan for the Championship which he will unveil later this evening.

Nick: On top of that we have three barn burner matches on tap this evening. The Elite Championship will be defended by Brandon Youngblood against Jared Sykes, the Back Alley Brawler, and Violence Jack.

Richard: Star studded if there ever was one. That match is going to be first!

Nick: Bryan Dawkins makes his return to the ring against Troy Douglas.

Richard: Two perennial losers. A match made in heaven.

Nick: And for the Intense Championship, the first of three bounties is going to be cashed in from UltraViolence. The Main Event: Tchu goes one on one with Chainz for the Intense Championship.

Richard: Is Chainz going to be in any condition to compete tonight after what Hessian did to his jaw?

Nick: If he wants to keep the Intense Championship, he better get ready to fight for it. Folks, we'll be back in two minutes with the rest of ReVolution.

An angry drumbeat mingles with heavy guitar rifts and the sound of ReVolution blasts through the speakers. The Sound of Madness.

The overwhelming frame of Hessian wields itself into the scene. He's covered in sweat, standing over the broken bodies of Desade and Wyatt Connors with the Elite Championship held high above his head.

Yeah, I get it
You're an outcast.

The permasmirk of Tony Gamble livens the camera. He might be a clown, but don't underestimate him or you'll end up being a master of the tap dance. A quick flash of his infamous encounter with Jason Snow is seen which results in the current Universal Champion submitting.

Always under attack.

Christian Daniels catches Lindsay Troy in the middle of her Crowning Glory, lifts her off the canvas, and launches her through the announce table.

Always coming in last,
Bringing up the past.

Kazys Jankauskas stuns the world by emerging victorious in the ReVolution 200 Battle Royal, defeating his own tag team partner Elise Ares.

No one owes you anything.
I think you need a shotgun blast,
A kick in the ass,

The controversial Chainz stares into the camera with a sadistic glare and flashes the Intense Championship.

So paranoid...
Watch your back!

Hoyt Williams stands in the middle of the with Our Lady of Gaga, having just defeated Jacob Cross at Great American Nightmare by an act of God.

Oh my, here we go...

Barely able to stand on his own two legs, Brandon Youngblood staggers about the squared circle after enduring one of the most grueling battles of his career against Tyler Rayne to capture the 2009 Jewel in the Crown.

Another lose cannon gone bi-polar
Slipped down, couldn't get much lower.

Even though she is quite disoriented, Elise Ares clutches the 5 Star Championship firmly in her right hand. The first singles gold of her PRIME career.

Quicksand's got no sense of humor.
I'm still laughing like hell.

Cyrus Sutherland punches Tyler Rayne in the face. It's one hell of a way to make an impact in PRIME.

You think that the cryin to me,
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease.
Well, then take your medicine.

Devin Shakur snaps off a Good Times, Painful Memories kick at the expense of Tony Gamble, costing his longtime compadre the 5 Star Championship.

I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here

The Osaka Street Cutters. They are the hottest tag team in Japan and will soon take PRIME by storm.

To explain,

Change in Spades clutch the Tag Team Championships in their arms, having finally dethroned The Redeemed. They stand atop the tag division and are ready to defend their kingdom.

That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.

Tyler Rayne flashes the million dollar smirk toward the camera. It melts the hearts of every woman on the planet and a few guys too.

When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?

The well manicured hand of Chandler Tsonda dries in front of the camera. He warns the holder not to get too close or his greatness will be tarnished.

I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality,
If there's an afterlife,
Then it'll set you free.

Bryan Dawkins soars through the air, completing a high flying maneuver onto newcomer Johnny Raindance.

But I'm not gonna part the seas
You're a self-fulfilling prophecy.
You think that cryin to me,

Matt Mills with a microphone in his hand. Yes, you better believe this gambling addict has finally worked his way into the introduction. He'll use the income from being featured in this to create a new online account at Full Tilt Poker. We believe the screen name will be isildur2.

Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease.
Well, then take your medicine.
I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here,

The Inhuman Being, Tchu, defeats Tony Gamble in a classic and declares his intentions to be the 2009 Jewel in the Crown.

To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?

The Redeemed fight for their lives against the Wolves of Slaughter at Great American Nightmare.

I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here

Blaine Blair. Once the most powerful man in PRIME, he has been reduced to the secondary interviewer at the hands of the new boss.

To explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.

And Lisa Tyler. Sure, her occupation might still be the same but she works for a new boss, one she did not anticipate during her campaign to send Tyler Nelson to the unemployment line.

When you gonna wake up...
When you gonna wake up and fight...

Troy Douglas sends Jay Phoenix down the End of the Road at King of Kings 2009.

I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here,
To explain,

The Forsaken. They might not be the most well recognized tag team by PRIME audiences today, but nonetheless they are very capable of making an impact when necessary.

That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?

The boss, Devin Shakur. He conned and weaseled his way into the front office and now has his wish, to run PRIME as he sees fit. The Dark Days of PRIME have officially begun.

When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?

When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?

PRIME...Number One by Definition.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

"Beast And the Harlot" by Avenged Sevenfold blasts over the arena, sending the now standing capacity crowd into a ballad of hatred. Wasting no time, The Swaggeriffic One leads the way with the PRIME 5*Star Championship hanging over her shoulder. Much to the chagrin of the fans, she survived Culture Shock as a champion. Much to Elise's chagrin, she was unsuccessful in her final bid for the PRIME World Tag Team Championships. The bittersweet serenade of the fans trickles into her ears as she pauses on the stage, closing her eyes and looking up at the sky while Kazys Jankauskas stands behind her.

A smile crosses her face as the jeers rain down from the heavens, looking back at The Iron Wolf behind her... she motions for him to follow her down towards the ring, ignoring any attempt for fan interaction along the way.

Howard: Introducing your PRIME 5*Star Champion ELISE ARES and her tag team partner, KAZYS JANKAUSKAS!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Richard: Behold ladies and gentlemen STILL your PRIME 5*Star Champion.

Nick: Troy Douglas' bid came up just short as Elise Ares managed to... er... steal a win against the #1 contender to her championship. I'm sure she's much least likely to point out to you what happened in the tag team match.

Richard: Those lucks bastards, Change In Spades... what was the word you use Nick? "Stole" the victory away from SOB and The Wolves Of Slaughter. I still can't believe it.

Nick: The word I used was actually "steal," but a great showing from Change In Spades lead them to a clean and honorable victory.

Richard: Quit blowing smoke up their asses Nick, the PRIME World Tag Team Championships are gone. You don't need to kiss their asses anymore.

Nick: I'm not... you know, let's just go to the ring.

Inside the ring, The Havana Harlot reaches out towards Vince Howard in an attempt to address the crowd.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Elise steps away from the microphone and looks at the crowd as "Beast and the Harlot" fades to the sound of their cheers.

RAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

Turning back towards Howard, Elise demands the microphone.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Vince Howard hesitates and pulls the microphone away.

RAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

Kazys Jankauskas steps in front of The Swaggeriffic One and glares down at Vince Howard before pointing towards his tag team partner, hand out... beckoning the microphone to be placed in her championship mitt.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Reluctantly, looking into the eyes of The Iron Wolf, Vince Howard lays the microphone into the waiting hands of The 5*Star Champion. With his head hanging and fingers planted deeply into his ears, Vince Howard exits the ring stage right... leaving Elise Ares with an open mic and an unwilling crowd.

Elise Ares: I'd...

SHUT THE FUCK UP! clap clap clapclapclap

SHUT THE FUCK UP! clap clap clapclapclap

Pulling the microphone away from her mouth she looks up at Kazys Jankauskas.

RAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

Kazys simply shrugs in response as Elise puts the microphone back up to her lips.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Away.

RAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

Lips.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Ares: I'd like to take this opportunity to congratulate MYSELF on a hard earned victory at Culture Shock in retaining the PRIME 5*Star Championship. But I have to admit, none of this would ever be possible without... myself. Thank you me. I love me.

Closing his eyes, Kaz does a visual face palm as he winces and shakes his head as she continues on, despite protests from the crowd.

Ares: Second of all I have to thank... Jesus. The cook at the Mexican Restaurant last night, who arranged my 5*Star Championship Celebratory Spectacular dinner. Our food was muy bueno, and the service was top notch. Even the divine know when they are in the presence of greatness.

Nick: I'm sure she didn't mean GEE-ZUS, but instead HAY-ZEUS.

Richard: Wait... isn't she Cuban?

Nick: I believe so, yes.

Richard: Then wouldn't she know better than you?

Nick: I really have my doubts.

Ares: Because unlike all of you people in the audience, Kaz and I... we get the V.I.P. treatment. Every place we go, people want autographs, pictures. They stick out their dirty little paws and try to touch me and shake my hand, hoping my brilliance and unrivaled natural talent will rub off onto their inferior bodies. When I step into the squared circle, championship belts follow. I'm not just a wrestler, I'm a champion... THE champion. You people will shut your stupid little mouths and hang on every word that I say, because with my guidance you can be just as successful as I am. Isn't that right Kazys?

The Iron Wolf simply glances back at The Havana Harlot as she slides the microphone under his lips.

Kazys Jankauskas: ...

Kaz says nothing as Elise pulls the microphone back to her own lips.

Ares: Your lack of words speaks volumes Kaz. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank you for trying your hardest to be the best teammate, tag team partner, and friend that you could possibly be to me. Your actions during our tag team match spoke volumes about your ability and dedication to both myself and our work together as a tag team. That is to say...

The look on the face of Kazys Jankauskas suddenly changes to that of suspicion as he's being compliment by The Swaggeriffic One.

Ares: Well... I just don't think you're good enough, Kazys.

Richard: WHAT?!

Nick: WHAT?!

Tilting his head to the side, Kazys takes a few steps closer to Elise and she back pedals.

Ares: Whoa, whoa, whoa... let's be honest here Kaz. One of us is currently a champion. One of us is not. One of us have merchandise flying off the shelves, and the other one doesn't even speak. These people Kaz, they fucking LOVE me.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Ares: But they can't even spell your name.

Nick: She was the one pinned in the tag team match at Culture Shock!

Richard: They caught her off-guard! Surely she had something in her eye, or... something.

Nick: I think she's been pinned in EVERY tag team match Wolves of Slaughter has lost!

Richard: There are VERY logical explanations for that.

Ares: So I'm sorry to let you know Kaz, that you're fired. Thank you for all of your assistance, and I wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors.

Kazys backs Elise Ares into the corner, seething. She can feel the hot air coming off The Iron Wolf as she has no place to go. Looking around uncomfortably, she pulls the microphone up to her lips.

Ares: SECURITY! SECURITY! HELP ME! ESCORT THIS FAN FROM THE PREMISES!

No one comes, as for the first time in his PRIME career, a smile crosses the face of Jankauskas. Dropping to the ground, Ares tries to scat out of the ring, dropping the PRIME 5*Star Championship on the ground. Kaz grabs her boot before she can get out of the ring however, leaving her her hanging half way out of the ring swinging her arms randomly for something to hold onto as Kaz jerks her back into the ring with a massive swing. The crowd goes wild for The Iron Wolf as Elise continues to scream for security clawing away at the mat. She finally shakes loose, turning around and backing up away from him on her knees looking up at her now former tag team partner.

The Iron Wolf licks his chops, ready for the kill.

Lisa Tyler: Well, well... Elise Ares. It never gets old watching you squirm.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

On the PRIME*view, Lisa Tyler watches on from her office backstage. Seizing the opportunity to do something she wanted to do a long time ago while Shakur is occupied for the night, she pulls no punches and wastes no time getting down to business.

Lisa: Despite your personal firing of Kazys Jankauskas, I'm sorry to inform you that he isn't here contracted to you. He is here because he's contracted to PRIME. Since you seem to have such a sudden desire to eliminate him from the roster, I'm going to give you that opportunity later tonight.

Catching the ire of The Iron Wolf, Kazys' attention turns from Elise to the PRIME*view.

Lisa: Tonight you'll be one-on-one with "The Iron Wolf" Kazys Jankauskas... in a LOSER LEAVES PRIME Match!

The jaw of Elise Ares drops as Jankauskas looks down at The Havana Harlot and laughs.

Lisa: Good luck to both of you.

NA NA NAAAAAA NA! NA NA NAAAAAA NA! HEY HEY HEY! GOODBYE!

Lisa Tyler disappears from the PRIME*view and the chant consumes the arena. Slowly the eyes of Elise Ares navigate from the now blank PRIME*view to the Cheshire grin of Kazys Jankauskas. Kaz waves "goodbye" at Elise to the sound of the chant as The Havana Harlot picks up the PRIME 5*Star Championship and slowly rolls out of the ring. Tossing the title belt over her shoulder she ignores everything around her and takes a very slow and painful walk towards the backstage area as Kazys looks on from the ring, leaning on the ropes with a smirk.

"Rush" by Poisonblack plays over the arena as Kazys Jankauskas claps his hands together in excitement.

Nick: You have to think The Iron Wolf has been waiting A LONG time for this!

Richard: This isn't fair! She's the 5*Star Champion! She can't get kicked out of PRIME!

Nick: You'll have to explain that to Lisa Tyler.

Richard: Devin Shakur needs to stop this!

Nick: I don't think that's going to happen. Elise Ares. Kazys Jankauskas. One of The Wolves Of Slaughter will no longer be a member of PRIME by the end of the night. It doesn't get any more high stakes than this.

Brandon Youngblood Vs Back Alley Brawler Vs Jared Sykes Vs Violence Jack

The first appearance of Brandon Youngblood since Culture Shock was a lot of things. If it could be summarized in three words, those words would be vicious, violent, and dominant. Youngblood did not wait for the start of the match to unload on anybody who got in his way. He dished out a plethora of clotheslines and agonizing knife edge chops to Brawler, Sykes and Violence Jack. Once they got up, he put them back down in even more torturous fashion. After the violent beating Youngblood dished out, all three of the challengers decided to either break away from Youngblood and start their own fights, or figure out a strategic way of going after The Pariah. Back Alley Brawler and Jared Sykes decided to go after one another, grappling on the floor and sending each other into the barricade, announce table and steel stairs on multiple occasions. Violence Jack targeted the neck of Youngblood and worked him over with backbreakers and neckbreakers, anything which isolated the spine and neck of the former 3 time 5 Star Champion.

Sykes and Brawler continued to fight on the floor, Brawler gaining the advantage by delivering a stiff belly to belly suplex onto Sykes which landed him against the steel stairs. Sykes howled in pain while Brawler came into the ring and tried taking advantage by rolling Violence Jack up. He might have gotten away with it if Youngblood wasn't out to prove a point. He pulled Brawler to his feet and suplexed him over onto his head. Sykes scampered into the ring from the blind side and tried to get a pin on Brawler, but Youngblood caught him with a punt to the head and gutwrench powerbomb onto the floor. An 18 wheeler truck couldn't have quelled The Pariah in this contest.

With two adversaries occupied and on the verge of unconsciousness, Youngblood focused his attention on Violence Jack and put him through the suplex ringer. A belly to belly. Side. Northern light. Half nelson. Full Nelson. Suplex after suplex until Violence Jack could no longer endure the pain and ended up falling pray to the Half Nelson Suplex. Jack was pinned and Youngblood retained the Championship.

Winner: Brandon Youngblood

‘Remedy’ by Seether erupts from the AT&T Center’s audio visual system, signaling the arrival of The Big Bad Boda Daddy. The big man steps out onto the entrance ramp, somewhat somber in his facial expressions. The near 7 foot monster of a man saunters to the ring, as the fans give a mixed reaction.

Nick: Here’s a man, who after 4 years of not competing, gave one hell of a performance in the Dual Halo.

Richard: Indeed he did. But knowing Boda, he’s not going to be happy about not winning the big match.

Boda stops before getting in the ring to pose with a few fans that are holding a ‘San Antonio R Boda’ sign.

Nick: An old school shout out to Boda.

The big man climbs into the ring and grabs the microphone handed to him by Vince Howard. Boda motions with his left hand to cut his music.

Boda: I’m going to make this short and sweet. Culture Shock didn’t go as planned. Yes Brandon and Jason tore the house down on Night One. I’ve seen a lot of matches in my career. And to be honest…. What I watched between those two, was a classic. Forget 5 stars….. That was a 6 star match. And yes, we fell short in winning the tag titles, but hey… we showed how dominate the three of us are. That brings me to the Dual Halo. I chose to return to the ring at the Dual Halo to make a statement. And even though I didn’t win, I feel I made pull off a stellar return to the ring. Yes, I was slightly rusty…. I’ve been out of action for 4 years, but to outlast 20 other hopefuls in my first match in 4 years. I went 70 minutes in my first match back since over coming cancer and drug addiction. Not bad for a 37 year old, past his prime athlete…Brett Favre has nothing on me……

Nick: Boda was indeed impressive during the Dual Halo.

Richard: Of course he was…. He’s Boda….

The fans chuckle at Boda’s referring to himself as the middle aged, never quitting, quarterback of PRIME.

Boda: Now, when I made my return to PRIME, I sought out Snow and Youngblood and formed a dominate triple threat of talent. Well, since Culture Shock, we’ve talked, and have decided that as of right now, we’re all better off heading out in our own direction. So, I might still be a son of a bitch, but I’m not a S.O.B. I wish the two of them best of luck with what the future holds for them. As for my future…..it’s time to hop back on the horse and do what I do best….. Beat everyone that tries to stop me. So….. Listen up PRIME…. Anyone in the back…. I’m issuing an open challenge for next week.

‘Remedy’ starts up again as Boda tosses the mic to the Vince Howard on the outside. Boda poses for the fans before heading out of the ring and heading to the back stage area.

Richard: No more Bastards?

Nick: It seems that way folks. And the question is, will anyone in the back answer the open challenge that Boda has just laid down.

Devin Shakur doesn't like to be humiliated by anybody. Every time someone makes a joke at his expense, he dies a little inside from the frustration. The Boss in Black is someone who likes to invoke instant gratification on those who wrong or decide to poke fun. In the days when he walked around as one of the boys, he would willingly contemplate long strategies for revenge and follow through with master plans. Ever since getting behind the desk, the culmination of his final elongated plan to fire Tyler Nelson and usurp Lisa Tyler, he's been a man who wants what he wants at the snap of a finger.

Unfortunately, he may have to resort to the old ways of doing business if the cavalry decides to show up at such inopportune times.

There is no knock on the door. The apparatus swings open and gathers the attention of everybody in the office. Dam tilts his head to the side and keeps the New York Times in his lap. Christian Daniels swings around and prepares to launch a knife at the person's head, whoever it is. Unless it happens to be the pizza delivery guy, in which case he'll throw the knife due to him taking more than thirty minutes. Shakur perks his head up from the desk and lets out a giant sigh in the direction of his unannounced guest.

BRUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

San Antonio is all too happy to see Bryan Dawkins stick it to The Boss in Black one more time. Shakur looks over at his security detail and dismisses them. Much to their chagrin, Shakur made this appointment and now has to follow through with it. Practically strutting into the office, Dawkins looks around at the accommodations and gives a nod of approval.

Bryan Dawkins: Nice digs ya got here, bruh, could use some more pineapple bowls though.

Devin Shakur: I've never understood your fascination with such an abhorrent fruit.

Bryan Dawkins: Stop trying to commie up on my pineapples, bruh. The best food in the world bar none. Luckily, bruh, I started carrying my own when I heard you were runnin the ship.

Dawkins reaches into an inner shirt pocket and pulls out a fresh pineapple.

Devin Shakur: You've become a walking billboard of shame.

Bryan Dawkins: The most delicious man in PRIME, bruh.

Dawkins takes a bite and winks into the camera like a certain Underground Pimp would. He gets the scream of all Tyler Rayne's female fans. Shakur facepalms and makes a mental note to switch to overhead cameras rather than hiring people to follow all the wrestlers around.

Bryan Dawkins: So did ya want somethin bruh or just to get yaself a boost in ratings by havin me around?

Devin Shakur: No, there are plenty of things I need to discuss with you, Dawkins.

Bryan Dawkins: Then spit it out, bruh. Time is money and money is pineapples.

Devin Shakur: That doesn't make any sense.

Bryan Dawkins: Neither do you, emo, but people still tolerate ya.

Devin Shakur: You are aware that you are suspended indefinitely?

Bryan Dawkins: I am.

Devin Shakur: Yet you still interjected yourself into the Dual Halo and cost me the opportunity to officially control every aspect of PRIME.

Bryan Dawkins: I did.

Devin Shakur: What in the hell gives you the authority to do something like that?

Bryan Dawkins: I'm THE BRUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

BRUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Bryan Dawkins: Nothin else needs to be said, bruh.

The Flyin' Hawaiian takes another juicy bite from his pineapple.

Devin Shakur: I could have you arrested for assault because of what you did in England.

Bryan Dawkins: True, but ya won't.

Devin Shakur: What makes you so sure?

Bryan Dawkins: Because nothin you do ever sticks round here, bruh. Go ahead and fire me again. Rayne will just re-hire me.

Devin Shakur: I'm not talking about a PRIME litigation matter. I'm talking about legitimate assault, Dawkins. You could go to jail.

The Flyin Hawaiian shrugs his shoulders.

Bryan Dawkins: I'm sure Rayne's got a connection to get me out, bruh. I'll be back here terrorizing ya before ya know it.

Devin Shakur: And you know you are still suspended as of this moment?

Bryan Dawkins: Yep.

Devin Shakur: But out of the grace of my heart I'm allowing you to compete.

Bryan Dawkins: Because The Most Delicious Man in PRIME can't be held down even by suspension, bruh.

Devin Shakur: And it's always going to be like this isn't it?

Bryan Dawkins: So long as ya don't cut your wrists, bruh.

The Boss in Black lets out a huge sigh. Tyler Rayne holds just as much power as Shakur does and can manipulate most of Shakur's rulings. The only thing Shakur can do is look for new ways to manipulate or disrupt the flow of The Underground Pimp.

An overconfident Bryan Dawkins takes another bite from his pineapple and bares his pearly whites.

Devin Shakur: Get out of here, but rest assure our situation isn't done by a longshot.

Bryan Dawkins: Lookin forward to it, bruh.

Dawkins whistles a Hawaiian tune and gives a "sup" nod to Dam before walking out of the office and down toward the corridor.

Devin Shakur: I hate that little twirp.

Christian Daniels: What'cha gon do bout it?

Devin Shakur: What am I going to do about it? If suspensions and threats of unemployment don't seem to work...I'm going to do the one thing Rayne can't control. Booking him in match after match until he breaks. Every time Dawkins thinks he's got a respite, the battle will have only just begun.

Christian Daniels: Now we're talkin my language.

Dametreyus Fuqueiawytas: What exactly be yo language, boss? Even I 'ont understand what you be sayin sometime.

Christian snaps his head toward Dam and the two engage in a staredown as the camera fades elsewhere.

Bryan Dawkins Vs Troy Douglas

The Flyin Hawaiian received a tremendous reception in his first match back. Troy Douglas kept his head up even though at Culture Shock he failed to capture the 5 Star Championship. Both wrestlers engaged in a collar and elbow to start the contest, with Dawkins quickly escaping and going to work with kicks and utilizing the ropes to his advantage. He grabbed the hand of Douglas and walked up the ropes, hooking his legs around the neck and spinning Douglas over for a hurricarnana. Douglas sprung to his feet only to be clotheslined down to the floor by Dawkins and receive a cross body block on the comeback. Dawkins got back into the ring and showed the crowd he's still got the moves, which garnered him a big pop.

Douglas slid back into the ring and realized he wouldn't be able to match speed with The Flyin Hawaiian, maybe the fastest all around person on the roster. So he decided to grab Dawkins and work him down to the ground technically, focusing on the back and neck of The Flyin Hawaiian. Douglas got Dawkins woozy with a vicious German suplex that sent The Bruh into the corner. For the next few moments, Douglas controlled the tempo and drove some Muay Thai knees into the spine and neck of Dawkins. The referee contemplated stopping the match a few times but elected not to do so.

Douglas put Dawkins on the top rope and was all set to end the match with a giant superplex when Dawkins found new life and fought Douglas off the ropes. The Bruh went to his feet and showed the recklessness which made him popular with the fans by executing a flawless 450 splash. The move was only able to get a two count, as Douglas placed his foot on the bottom rope at the last second.

Dawkins looked up at the referee with discontent in his eyes, but only saw the peace sign staring back at him. Grunting, Dawkins went back to the offense, lambasting Douglas with kicks and taking him to the top rope for a big time hurricanrana. Douglas was out on his feet and Dawkins knew the end was near, landing a kneelift and neckbreaker combination to put Douglas on the other side of the ring. The Bruh, feeling pain in his neck and back from the abuse of Douglas, crawled over to the ropes and scaled up top looking for the home run. Dawkins arched himself backwards for the Hawaiian Hangover, but Douglas rolled out of the way and forced Dawkins to hit canvas. The Bruh got up to his feet wobbily and found himself victim to the End of the Road. Douglas covered and got the pinfall.

Winner: Troy Douglas

She slithered into his locker room stealthily, but he noticed her movements as she crept up behind him and placed her hands on his muscular traps and shoulders. Leaning in, her fresh scent filling his nostrils, she put her lips to his ears.

Elise Ares: Don't worry, I'm not here to stab you in the back like that bitch, Tracy.

Chainz frowns, but doesn’t respond. He couldn’t even if he wanted to thanks to Hessian’s brutal, yet exhilarating, assault in their title match a few weeks back.

Elise Ares: Some "wife" she was. Through sickness and health, until death do we part. What a bunch of bull... now you see why I don't believe in marriage? Hmmm?

Chainz hangs his head to try and drown out the hiss of his stable running mate. Say what you will, Elise has actually stayed loyal since their days in Nelson’s Army.

She releases her grip from Sloan’s shoulders and takes a seat in front of him. He looks her over, she’s attractive, but not exactly his type. She’s not blonde, stick thin, and not a Barbie doll. Still, he’d fuck her given the chance, but that’s not saying much.

Elise Ares: What in the hell are you lookin at, you perv?!

Chainz gave her an annoyed look and pointed to his mouth.

Elise Ares: Oh... right... that.

He nodded.

Elise Ares: Listen, I've been running around backstage all night trying to stay away from Kazys.... that did NOT go as planned. Without Cy and those Osama Bin Street Bombers... or, whatever they were called around... you're really all I got left. I'm all you got left, too. My job is in jeopardy tonight because that bitch Lisa Tyler doesn't know when to get her nose out of my fucking business. Man if I were to get just 30 seconds in a room alone with her, I'd beat her so bad...

Chainz gives her a get to the point look.

Elise Ares: Look... I've had your back, and I need you to have mine.

Chainz nods.

Elise Ares: We hold two of the three championships here in PRIME. We've done pretty damn good for ourselves, wouldn't you say?

Chainz smiles and looks at her tits, Elise doesn't notice because she's suddenly fascinated by her own reflection in the PRIME 5*Star Championship she holds in her hands. Soon Chainz drops his gaze lower, and Elise sees him out of the corner of her eyes. Sighing she closes her legs as tightly as humanly possible.

Elise Ares: God... you're fucking disgusting. That’s not really what you want anyways, is it?

Chainz shrugs.

Elise Ares: Your wife. What in the hell are you going to do about that?

Chainz grabs a piece of paper and scribbles something down. Elise looks on curiously as he finishes and holds it up.

"I’ll take care of her."

Elise Ares: Right, but what about Hessian?

"That’s where you come in."

Elise looks confused at the note.

Elise Ares: You have to be kidding me...

"We’re going to finish him once for good. The death of Von Kelsig."

The name on the door reads simply "Boss", and the image of the man before it draws in a deep breath knowing Devin Shakur is on the other side. The visitor is no stranger to PRIME, though his suit probably isn't familiar to the PRIME faithful. However, since winning the Dual Halo in 2009 and coming back to compete in 2010, Garbage Bag Johnny has gone through quite a transformation. He reaches out to knock on the door, but as soon as his hand hits the wood, the hand disappears into it silently.

GBJ: Fuck me. HEY, DEVIN! YOU IN THERE?

Devin Shakur: Who is it? Are you the pizza guy? We've been waiting for almost an hour.

GBJ: IT'S GARBAGE BAG.

Garbage Bag Johnny tries his hand at the doorknob, but he's unsuccessful. His hand just goes right through it.

GBJ: Well...sorta.

Devin Shakur: Hurry up then or we'll slice you in half and put you in the oven. At least we'll be done in half an hour.

The GCW Commissioner scratches his head and tries to find a new way in, since he can't just project himself through the door.

GBJ: CAN YOU, uh, LET ME IN? I CAN'T GET THE DOOR MYSELF, OTHERWISE I WOULD.

Devin Shakur: We have a thing called a door...Ugh, forget it. You probably wouldn't know how to use it. Christian, let him in.

The Biker grunts and groans while getting up to a standing position and walking over to the door, flinging it open. Garbage Bag Johnny walks through the door and stands in place, basically in the doorframe. There's something somewhat off about his appearance, though...just a vaguely noticeable outline.

GBJ: Hey, Devin. What's going on?

The Boss in Black tilts his head to the side. He hasn't seen Garbage Bag Johnny in a long time and has no clue what he could be doing at ReVolution 221.

Devin Shakur: What the hell do you want? Is this part of some GCW takeover?

GBJ: Nah, nothing like that. I just wanted to come chat with you, boss to boss. In fact, I'm sure you know better than anybody how much time and work it takes to run a company. Shit. I'm even in Australia right now as we speak, scoping out possible locations for GCW's Rampage Pay Per View!

Devin Shakur: Oh good grief. You want to chat with me yet can't make the time to get...Just hurry up and say what you have to say. I've got way too much to deal with tonight for idle chit chat.

GBJ: Alright, alright. Let's get down to brass tax, then. I'm sure you're aware that during my participation in the 2010 Dual Halo, I captured a bounty on your 5 Star Title, and I just wanted to let you know that I'm planning on taking advantage of it.

Devin Shakur: You came all the way here in your...hologram...to tell me you are going to go after the 5 Star Championship? Why didn't you just send me a fax or something?

Garbage Bag Johnny again scratches his head, pulls a remote controller from his pocket and moves forward into the room as he controls a robotic hologram projector that rolls into the room behind GBJ's projected image.

GBJ: I don't really know how to work the fax machine. The hologram projector's a piece of cake. I'm surprised you don't have one.

Devin Shakur: I'm a man who does his dealings face to face, Johnny. So, if you are going to be involved with the 5 Star Championship, does that mean I am going to actually see you in person at a future ReVolution or are you going to continue lurking around in hologram form?

GBJ: I thought you wanted me to fax you...

Commissioner Johnny shakes his head.

GBJ: Never mind. You'll see me around, Mr. Shakur. But before I show my actual face around here, the decision is up to you on whether we'll be esteemed colleagues or fierce competitors. I just want a proper "thank you."

Devin Shakur: ...A thank you? A thank you for what?

Garbage Bag Johnny looks around and gestures out his arms.

GBJ: You like this office?

Devin Shakur: Please tell me that is a rhetorical question.

GBJ: Of course you do. It's a nice office. Must've cost an arm and a leg...or a ticket...for PRIME to set you up like this. Am I right?

Devin Shakur: Thank you for bringing to light that I conned management into giving me the Golden Ticket in exchange for a monetary settlement.

GBJ: Ah, Dev...I don't need a thank you for bringing it to light. Thing is, I don't remember you winning any Golden Tickets. Fact of the matter is, I got my wish without having to use the ticket. In fact that was the point. Sit on the thing for a while. Pretend like it wasn't important. It was an ends to a means that in itself was an ends to a means, you dig?

Garbage Bag Johnny's hologram lights up a cigarette.

GBJ: But if you can't win a ticket, suppose you can always buy one. If I was a greedier son of a bitch, that ticket wouldn't have even been for sale.

Devin Shakur: So you purposely sat on the ticket and made it seem as if it wasn't important thereby giving off the impression it was important and you achieved your wish that way? What exactly was that wish?

GBJ: Same as yours, apparently. I wanted to run one of the best wrestling federations in history. Leave my mark and all that.

Devin Shakur: So the money given to you for the sale of the Golden Ticket was used to buy GCW?

GBJ: Nah, I used that on this hologram technology. I didn't buy my seat. I used the ticket to get to Caldera. Then I did some dirty work for a little while, but you gotta break a few eggs, right? Figure I'd learn how to make a better omelet than I could buy.

Garbage Bag Johnny shrugs and flicks away his cigarette butt. It disappears into thin air.

GBJ: But that's another story for another time. I just want to know what kind of environment I can expect here under you. You thankful or not?

Devin Shakur: Thankful? I'm never going to thank anybody for anything. You put the ticket up for sale and I snagged it. Although, if I knew it took 4 million to get Caldera's attention, I would have gone McMahon and bought the place outright. In terms of the environment to expect here...I really don't have a problem with you and subsequently I doubt you have a problem with me. If you keep your nose out of my business and stick to dealing with Ares, I'll make sure there's a special area of catering for you with all the fixings for the ultimate sandwich experience at each show.

Commissioner GBJ nods, he begins to reach a hand out for handshake, but deems it futile.

GBJ: Glad to know what I can expect. I'll see you next week then.

And with that, GBJ disappears from sight.

Howard: The following match is a LOSER LEAVES PRIME match, and is scheduled for ONE FALL...

Richard: This is like a nightmare.

Nick: At the end of the night, there can only be one Richard.

Richard: I know... it has to be Elise. It HAS to be.

Nick: I'm not so sure. Kaz seems motivated, and the last time we saw Kaz motivated he won the Revolution200 Battle Royal.

Richard: Oh Christ, don't remind me of what this guy can do.

Nick: A little nervous?

Richard: No... no, not at all. Elise has this one in the bag. I hope.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLL

Arena fades to a blue-violet color base with gold lighting highlights.

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?

As the pounding bass beat of "Swaggerific" by Verbz begins to play over the arena, it's greeted by a choir of jeers. Blue-violet and gold lights move around to the beat as Elise Ares explodes through the curtain making her way out into the arena. Taking a few steps forward with a hop in her step, Elise pauses and looks around at he crowd with a smirk before holding her arms straight and out and motioning her fingers towards herself as if saying "look at me!" She stops moving her fingers and just holds out her arms as if acknowledging the praise before making her way down to the ring.

Howard: Coming down the aisle first from Miami, Florida... she is the PRIME 5*Star Champion, ELIIIISEE AREEESSSSSSSSSS!

They call me the walkin beauty paegant
Don't need a crowd with my jewelry flashin
10 girls behind me tryin to be like me
Hella fly till I die and there ain't no actin
I'm a connoseur and I'd like to help you
The look on your face got ya s*** devalued
How ya gonna rock donatella with a frown?
Girl this ain't a competition
Do you wanna ask the crowd?

Elise Ares starts her swagger down to the ring with a skip. The attitude in her step fumes of arrogance while she heads towards the ring. She wears a black leather bikini-style top with a blue-violet tribal pattern going across it. Several fans reach out to slap five with The Havana Harlot on her way down to the ring, and she pulls away from them... not wanting their grubby little hands to touch her.

She wears a black leather bikini bottom along with matching black leather studded chaps, with a blue-violet tribal pattern going up each leg of those matching the top. Reaching the end of the aisle she slides into the ring under the bottom rope and crawls across the canvas for a second on her forearms before somersaulting up to her feet.

I'm the type of girl who can make things rare
If I wear something, it'll sell out everywhere
I rock hells bells with my new chanel
You rock fake nails, chanel with two L's
I freak black pearls, I freak rose gold
Your pearls turned black when the paint got old
This is non a popularity contest
When God make me he made a new commandment

The Harlot walks over to the corner and pulls herself onto the top rope. Looking over at the crowd she holds out her arms and shakes her hips to the music with a bit of a cocky smirk. Jumping down Elise walks over to the other side of the ring and climbs that turnbuckle. Once again she shakes her hips to the music while waving her fingers towards herself in a "look at me" type motion.

Fly, fly, fly (and he said...)
Thou shalt be fly, fly, fly (til the end...)
Until the day you die, die, die
I'm fly, lemme testify
Not a habit, I'm just gifted
Lord please keep me swaggerific

Jumping down from the top rope Elise Ares backs into her corner where she jumps in place a few times to stretch for the upcoming match. The lights in the arena return to normal and "Swaggerific" fades into the boos of the crowd. Which Elise interprets in her mind as cheers, and responds with a smile of acknowledgment... that is until the next sound hits her ear drum.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLL

"Rush" by Poisonblack hits over the speakers and the crowd erupts into cheers. Nervously, Elise stands in her corner with eyes wide open. The Iron Wolf steps out into the arena with a smile from ear to ear. He licks his lips like a Wolf eyeing down his prey as he simply starts the march towards The Swaggeriffic One. No crowd pandering. No acknowledgment. He has only one goal in mind... destroy Elise Ares.

Howard: And her opponent from Miami, Florida... weighing in at 270 pounds. THE IRON WOLF, KAAAAZYS JANKAAAAAUUSKASSSSSSS!

Nick: He's loving every minute of this! That's confidence, Richard.

Richard: Elise is confident too!

Elise Ares stands in the corner watching Kazys Jankauskas enter the ring, clinching onto her PRIME 5*Star Championship and swallowing deeply.

Nick: Oh yeah, I can see that.

Richard: This is gonna be bad isn't it?

Nick: Yup. Score one for Lisa Tyler.

The lights return to normal as Elise presents her title to the referee, who then relays it to the outside of the ring. In the opposite corner Kaz looks like a chained tiger. As soon as that chain breaks, he's going to kill everyone in site. Elise reluctantly takes a step forward towards the middle of the ring from her corner.

DING! DING! DING!

Kaz explodes out of his corner and the crowd erupts into cheers as Elise turns around and high tails it away from The Iron Wolf, diving under the bottom rope to the outside of the ring. Kaz slides out after her as she slips trying to get up to her feet. The Iron Wolf swipes but is just short as Elise sprints away and turns the corner around the ring with Kaz in pursuit. Rounding the corner he tries to get his hands on the much quicker and agile Havana Harlot. Rounding another corner she runs as fast as she can, almost gaining a full side of the ring on Jankauskas before diving back in under the bottom rope.

From where he is, Kazys jumps up onto the apron to get back into the ring, only to meet a dropkick to the face that sends him flying into the barricade outside the ring. With a rough impact the fans around him check to make sure that he's okay as he grabs his skull. Inside the ring Elise Ares celebrates with poses for the crowd, and then bowing to a series of jeers.

Richard: Elise Ares firmly in control!

Nick: I wouldn't say that!

The Iron Wolf snarls and quickly rises from impact and Elise's posing immediately stops. Taking a few steps back she waits to attack Kaz in an attempt to keep him out of the ring. Jankauskas explodes under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Elise pounces, laying stomps onto him to keep him from getting back up to his feet. It's useless though as The Iron Wolf fights through them and shoves Elise out of his way, sending her into the ropes. Bouncing back Elise tries to use her speed to catch him off-guard. She writes her own recipe from disaster as Kazys lowers his shoulder and lunges into The Swaggeriffic One, sending her flying through the air and slamming into the turnbuckle half the ring away. The mouths of the fans drop. They cheer.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: OH MY GOD!

Nick: Look at the strength of Kazys Jankauskas!

Richard: He just KILLED her!

With a look of aggravation, a stark contrast from the grin that previous spread across his face, Kazys moves in while Elise grabs the ropes in the corner trying to reach her feet. It's useless however as The Iron Wolf slams down a size 17 boot onto her stomach. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. The massive boots rain down on Ares with all of Kazys' strength until she stops fighting and Jankauskas rips her up off the mat with a hand full of hair. Woozily Elise stands on her own power before Kazys puts her into position for his wrist clutch exploder suplex, Labanakt. Ares still has the ring instincts to gouge Kazys face, and gets off with a warning.

Richard: Heads up move by Ares!

Nick: Try illegal.

Richard: I'm sure she was reaching and accidentally did it.

Nick: She accidentally raked his face?

Richard: Yes.

Nick: ...alright.

Elise tries to capitalize by striking Kazys with a hard kick to the outside of his leg. He doubles over grabbing the leg as she does it again, and then kicks his hand that grabs the leg to move it before kicking the leg again. Showing some well-planned striking abilities, Elise sends a soccer kick to the face of Jankauskas while he's doubled over sending him stumbling backwards before she runs past him and off of the ropes. Elise jumps out onto the apron, and then up to the top rope for a springboard before Kazys turns back around. She launches herself into the air and cocks her arm back, sizing Kazys up for a flying superhero punch.

Nick: AMETHYSTATION!

Richard: There we go!

The big move takes Kazys off of his feet, and Elise immediately goes for the cover.

ON... HUGE KICKOUT!

Kazys thrusts out from the pinfall, sending Elise into the air and landing face first onto the mat near the ropes. Grabbing her face, Ares sells the awkward landing as Kazys gets back up to his feet. He closes in on Elise as she rolls outside of the ring to get away. Yet Kaz reaches through and grabs a hand full of hair, keeping the 5*Star Champion from running away. Using his incredible strength, Elise screams as she's lifted up to the apron by her hair and the referee scolds Kaz. His lectures fall upon deaf ears as Kazys grabs Elise by her throat, but Ares grabs the back of his head and falls down onto the apron, pulling the giant over the top rope and tumbling to the outside of the ring.

Kazys lands on the concrete floor and Elise measures him up from the apron before rolling back into the ring. Scrapping up to her feet, Elise sprints towards the opposite ropes. On the outside, Kazys regains a vertical base as Ares is already rushing back. Kaz looks over just in time to see Elise flying over the top rope towards him, but much to her surprise he catches her before spinning around and landing a HUGE backbreaker on her over the top of the barricade! The crowd groans as Elise screams out and lands in the crowd.

Nick: KAZYS JANKAUSKAS JUST BROKE ELISE ARES IN HALF!

Richard: Oh my...

Nick: She's laying in the crowd and it doesn't even look like she's moving! Kaz go back in the ring and get your 10 count! You just saved your career!

Richard: No! No!

Kaz turns to walk away, but realizes that the torment he's put Elise through is nothing compared to what he's had to put up with the past months. A snarl crosses his face and he turns back around, pulling the limp body of Elise Ares up off the crowd's chairs and over his shoulder. The crowd cheers him on as she simply tosses Elise under the bottom rope and into the ring. Following her in, Kaz slides under the bottom rope and jerks her up to her feet with him putting her back into position for Labanakt. The crowd begs for Kaz to pull the trigger and he happily listens, slamming her into the mat with a wrist clutch exploder suplex. He goes for the pin and the crowd screams numbers along...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!


NO! NO!

Elise Ares has kicked out!

The crowd looks on in shock as the shoulder of The Havana Harlot is off the mat. Kaz simply shakes his head and rips The Swaggeriffic One back up to her feet again. Elise stares back at him, half alive as she tries to get away to no avail. Lifting her up over his head, Kazys has Elise in position for Kryzhiu Kalnas, his crucifix piledriver. Holding her above him she walks around in a circle so that the entire arena can see the demise of Elise Ares before...

Richard: IT'S CHAINZ! CHAINZ IS IN THE RING BEHIND KAZYS!

Nick: You have to be kidding me!

Richard: He's come out to save Elise!

Turning around Kaz sees Chainz in the ring, as does the referee, unable to signal anything because he has yet to interfere. The referee screams as Chainz to leave as Kaz drops Elise face first into the mat in a freefall. Chainz rushes The Iron Wolf, and his attempt at decapitating him is ducked and Kaz clotheslines Chainz over the top rope.

RAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Bye bye Chainz!

Richard: No! Get back in there Chainz!

Kaz backs away from the ropes, almost taunting Chainz to give it another sho...

ROLL UP!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The crowd is in stunned silence as Kazys powers out an instant after the third hand strikes the ground, sending Elise Ares stumbling across the ring and then rolling under the bottom rope.

DING! DING! DING!

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLL

"Swaggeriffic" announces the victor over the arena as Elise Ares is semi-conscious outside of the ring. Luckily she has Chainz to assist her, bringing her the PRIME 5*Star Championship and pulling her out of harms way as Kazys Jankauskas looks around the arena with his jaw dropped and eyes wide open.

Howard: Winner of this contest, ELIISEEE AREESSSSSS!

Nick: Elise Ares has just done the impossible. She's defeated Kazys Jankauskas and now he is GONE from PRIME.

Richard: I knew it all along!

Nick: Oh, give me a break!

Richard: I was confident! I knew that she had what it took. She's been the championship force behind herself and Wolves Of Slaughter! It's not surprising to me at all that she saves her career here tonight!

Nick: I've never seen such luck before in my life.

Chainz carries Elise Ares away from ringside as Kazys Jankauskas looks on in complete shock. Escaping from ringside, the pair of Chainz and Elise Ares leave Kaz all alone to face the consequences of his loss. With his hands on his head he looks around at the PRIME fans before kicking the bottom rope and rolling out of the ring, for the last time.

"Well, well, well...seems things have turned in the kingdom of the worm."

His eyes narrow, and slowly turning towards the source of the jibe Chainz feels his jaw bloom with pain as he locks eyes with the Goliath Hessian. He clenches his fists and mumbles something behind his locked mandible as Tracy appears from behind the giant's massive frame, dressed in a tight-fitting dress that he didn't clear with her.

Hessian: Now I realize you can't form words right now...sorry about that by the way; but you might as well listen while you still have un-perforated ear drums. See, you might've gotten the win at the pay-per-view, but let's face it it's a bigger personal loss for you to have won and keep that title because as long as you have it it'll continue to wither and rot around that waist of yours. Guys like me? Guys like Kaiser Vashaun? We're made to be champions. The last time the Intense title held any prestige the two of us were vying for it last year. Chainz becomes champion and suddenly nobody cares any more. You weren't built to be a champion, Sloan. Sure you can win them, no question...but being a champion takes more than just looking mean and showing off the title each week. It's obvious this isn't your goal here in PRIME...you're here simply for the personal satisfaction of undoing the hard work of those on our roster.

The Intense Champion smirks, his eyes flickering between the giant and his wife, his cheeks reddening slightly.

Hessian: I'll admit, when you did what you did at King of Kings you put me in a bad place. I'm here to take names and titles, not piss around trying to upset the balance and create anarchy like you. Thing is, that doesn't make you any better than that joker that held the New Found title. You might've heard of him; went by the name of Corvus. Thought he was a vampire but masqueraded around as the Joker trying to pretend he was an agent of chaos. Guys like that...they don't last long in people's memories. Shit it's only because you rolled in ACW with Garbage Bag Johnny that anyone remembers who you even are.

The Murder Show holds his hand out and finds great joy in seeing Chainz visibly seethe as Tracy places her hand in his and clutches it tightly.

Hessian: Don't worry...we're not doing anything untoward persay. Just know that your wife has had enough. In fact...she'd be here telling you herself if she wasn't afraid of you. You know how many times in the last couple of months we've spoken? How many times she's told me how she has to follow you around mindlessly while you do your dirty work? You even put her health in jeopardy when you attacked Nitz's girl, and you don't care. What she needs more than anything is a friend...and you care too much about yourself to care about what she wants, right?

Chainz's lips quiver ever so slightly, and he braces himself. Seeing the champion tense, Hessian shifts onto his back foot, smoothly enough not to draw notice, while releasing Tracy's hand and clasping it around her shoulder. Chainz's eyes glaze over.

Hessian: If I had my way I'd make her a happy woman away from your clutches...but she's loyal to that end. Best I can do is show her how much of an asshole you are and be there for her when she needs a friend. Plus the fact she was kind enough to assist me out of my bonds at Culture Shock so I could rip your jaws apart with my bare hands.

The Monster from Hell's Kitchen rubs his jaw, his eyelids flickering and eyes rolling into the back of his head pleasurably. He continues moaning for a few moments before stopping and staring Tracy dead in the eye. Cocking an eyebrow as if to ask what the hell she's playing at, Tracy skulks back behind the giant out of his sight, but not before uttering something that fills his gut with an acerbic hate.

Tracy: It's true.

Hessian: Nothing ended at Culture Shock. You keep that title and watch your stock drop every time it isn't defended. Keep it until Tchu takes it from you. You and me, we're not over. I've got your wife now...and by the time Ultra Violence rolls around I'm gonna take what's left of you and crush it underfoot until nothing remains but a dark smear on the ground. I look forward to seeing you do something about it...because I'm not gonna sit back and take it any more. Like I said...

...the worm has turned.

Revolution 221 is closing in on the homestretch. The fans inside the AT&T Center are still buzzing about the Ares/Kazys match, and they wait with great anticipation for the Tchu and Chainz match that headlines the show. The cameras cut to the backstage area, more specifically: the inside of a locker room where Boda is packing his luggage. As he throws his stuff inside the last bag, he answers his ringing cell phone.

Boda: Hello?….. Hello?

Nobody is on the other end. Boda hang up. Grabbing his iPod, he puts the earbuds in his ears and flicks through his music library until he finds something appealing. Heading towards the door, his phone rings again. Boda chuckles, pulls out the earbuds and answers the phone again.

Boda: What’s up?...Hello? Who is this? Answer me...

Nothing again.

Boda: I don't have time for this.

Returning to the music, Boda smiles as he reaches his hand out for the doorknob. He stops short of opening the door as his phone rings again, for the third time. Boda hesitates for a minute, then finally in a huff answers the call.

Boda: WHAT?... Oh…sorry. [takes a glance at the caller ID] Sorry hun. I’ve gotten two calls and hang ups, no ID. I assumed it was another prank call. Yeah, I’m on my way home tonight. Should be in after 2am. Flight leaves in an hour. Kids okay? That’s good. All right... I’m gonna head out. I’ll call you when I land in Orlando. Bye.

Hanging up on his wife, Boda turns the phone off to avoid anymore prank calls. The Big Bad Boda Daddy grabs his luggage, turns his music on again, opens the door and walks out. He barely gets out into the hallway when he stops abruptly at the sight before him. His bags slip to the floor.

Plastered all over the walls are black and white promotional head shots of him with bright red bullseyes painted over his facial features. Boda rips the earbuds out of his head as a look of confusion and anger spreads across his face.

Boda: What the fuck?!

He notices two stagehands standing a few feet away from him, quizzical looks on their faces as well. They point their fingers, not at Boda but at something over his shoulder. He whirls around and finds an older full-sized poster of himself holding the PRIME Universal Title taped to the door of his locker room. It, too, is painted with a bullseye. He looks back to the stagehands, but they've departed.

Seeing that he’s alone now, Boda yanks the poster off the door, watching it fall to the ground. He grabs his belongings again, then heads towards the parking garage to head back to Orlando. As he stomps toward the exit, the feed shoots back to the announce table.

Richard: Who the hell would have done that?

Nick: I don’t know...and apparently Boda doesn’t know either. One thing's for sure...he sure looked spooked.

The Black Plague sits in his office after going through a night of dealing with Hawaiians and encountering holograms. The last thing he wants is to deal with more people rebelling against his cause.

Christian Daniels recently walked outside and placed the 'Do Not Disturb or You Are Fired' sign on the door. Shakur figured a regular Do Not Disturb sign would be an open invitation for someone to mess with his business, so he had the card maker add the little incentive on the end.

The Biker sits in the reclining area with a beer in hand and headphones in his ears. He's not a fan of what all is about to go down, but business is business and the only business Daniels understands involves violence. The man isn't fantastic at negotiation.

Meanwhile, Shakur stacks papers into an organized square and looks into the camera. The announcement he's about to make will shake PRIME to the core.

Devin Shakur: Ladies and Gentlemen, before we get to the Intense Championship contest of the evening, I've got to deal with the giant elephant in the room. The lack of Universal Champion on the roster. It's come as no surprise to me people aren't fans of a company lacking a top dog. While I can give three ounces of a damn about what you as people think, I have been hearing the heat from my boss and decided to cancel all further meetings. Tchu and Tyler Rayne, I'll be sure to address both of you next week.

The Man in Black glances down at his papers and continues.

Devin Shakur: At the beginning of the show, I declared to change the landscape of PRIME as you knew it and I have been making deals behind the scenes ever since Culture Shock went to black. The moment we touched back down in the States, I had to re-negotiate our deal with HBO and figure a way to scheme up some good and interesting PRIME shows since the ratings have been somewhat in the toilet. I've also heard the scuttlebutt of people claiming we are elitists and don't allow a certain ilk of individuals to walk through the doors of PRIME. You damn right we are, and we're proud of it. Only the best of the best can compete in a PRIME ring and if you don't think you have the talent or know you don't, please don't bother wasting my time. I've got a company to run.

Shakur takes a sip from his water bottle.

Devin Shakur: But let's say you do think you have the balls to step into a PRIME ring and test yourself. You don't want to waste your time meddling down in the low card for months upon months until management finally takes a shine to you and lets you hang with the big boys. So, I decided to put out an invitation to a choice of free agents about stepping into the land of PRIME and stepping in with a bang. I'm going to get right to the point here, the reason we still haven't crowned a new Universal Champion is because we're about to have a tournament to decide who is going to be the Universal Champion.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: ...Whoa.

Richard: Holy mother of shit.

Nick: I can't believe what I just heard.

Richard: Shut up and let him finish talking!

Devin Shakur: I've even gone ahead and had an awesome graphic designed for the occasion.



Devin Shakur: Born Again. You see, when I became the boss of this place, I made a vow to shake things up around here and blow the door down. To make everybody in the company miserable just because I could. Just because nobody gave me the proper amount of respect when I was in the locker room as one of the performers. I decided to show ambition and now I'm going to make that ambition work against the rest of you in spades.

Shakur drops the courtesy middle finger to the camera.

Devin Shakur: Starting at ReVolution 222, we are going to have a dual bracket tournament to determine the number one contenders to the Universal Championship. It doesn't matter if you have never walked through a PRIME door before, or if you have been here for eons and haven't gotten the break you feel you deserved. Everybody is going to be eligible to carry the torch of PRIME. Oh, but there are a couple of twists to this.

Shakur flips a few pages behind the rest of the stack and memorizes the stipulations.

Devin Shakur: All newcomers are going to be placed in their own bracket. A bracket called the "New Era" and those who have been in PRIME before will be placed in the "Stalwarts Bracket". How you qualify for either is whether or not you have been in PRIME before. If you have competed in PRIME, Stalwarts. If you haven't, New Era. I'm not going to tell you when you are going to wrestle, rather you will wrestle when I tell you to. The full list of competitors will be released to the public tomorrow on the PRIME website. Everybody on the roster is eligible to compete in this tournament...

A vile snicker appears across Shakur's face.

Devin Shakur: Except of course one individual...

Nick: Oh he is not going to screw Tyler Rayne aga-

Devin Shakur: Brandon Youngblood.

A literal wave of gasp comes from the folks in San Antonio.

Devin Shakur: Yes, Brandon, you do have a guaranteed shot at the Universal Championship due to the elimination of Jason Snow in the Dual Halo, but you aren't going to be getting it at UltraViolence. You ever heard the expression once you get a Championship shot and lose that you go all the way to the back of the line?

The smile grows wider.

Devin Shakur: Well, not many people in the world of business have the guts to actually institute that rule, but I do. You are not in this tournament because you have already had the opportunity to compete for the Universal Championship and you failed. After UltraViolence has come and gone, and we have a new Universal Champion, we'll talk business.

Shakur holds up his finger as if he forgot to mention something.

Devin Shakur: One more rule regarding the tournament...While there are going to be two brackets, the match at UltraViolence is not going to have just two people. The winner of the Stalwarts Bracket is guaranteed a spot in the Main Event and the winner of the New Era bracket is guaranteed a shot in the Main Event...As is the winner of the Dual Halo, Vangelus Olsig.

Nick: Oh wow!

Richard: Shakur sticking it to everybody in the federation a second time.

Devin Shakur: The bracket runners up will receive handsome consolation prizes and all details will be released tomorrow. Have fun preparing for this, kids, because you really have no idea when you could be called upon.

The camera fades to black, leaving the shock to resonate through the audience and all parties involved with PRIME.

The match turned into a violent classic those in San Antonio will not soon forget from the opening bell. Tchu came to play, immediately pulling a pair of brass knuckles from his tights and clocking Chainz in his dislocated jaw. The crowd went bananas, expecting the title to change right then and there, but The Monster from Hell's Kitchen managed to kick out before the three count. Tchu kept his attack on the jaw and neck area of Chainz, rifling off stiff right hands and using any weapon that wasn't nailed down. He also used the ring post but that's another story. Every time Chainz looked to get some breathing room, The Inhuman Being was there in his face with a right hand or steel chair shot.

Chainz developed a cut on his forehead and Tchu worked feverishly to keep the blood flowing and capitalize on his advantage. The Monster absorbed all the punishment Tchu could dish out and finally was able to get a well timed knee to the groin and slam The Inhuman Being into the stairs. Chainz reached underneath the ring and retrieved a steel chair, blasting Tchu across the back before placing the steel weapon against his throat and looking to choke him out. The former Universal Champion was well on his way to being another statistic in the long reign of Chainz, but somehow he managed to fight out and put The Monster against the steel barricade.

The Monster was far from finished. Even though Tchu got the brief respite, Chainz knew it was only a matter of time. He clotheslined Tchu over the barricade and took the fight into the audience, forcefully grabbing weapons from fans and putting them against Tchu's skull. He grabbed everything from a steel sign to someone's shoes and even a pitcher of beer, which frightened those who had to scatter out of the way. The fight went all the way into the lower deck, where Tchu received a belly to belly suplex on a steel hand rail. The howl emitted wasn't fan friendly and even less so to Tchu's back.

Sensing victory, Chainz pummeled Tchu back through the crowd and over the barricade. The Monster decided to further injure the back of Tchu by placing him into the ring and wrenching on his legs and arms, using the ring post as a buffer between the two. Contorting Tchu into the U shape was bad enough for fans to watch, but the sick sight of Sloan enjoying it might have been worse. Tchu refused to give up and Sloan relinquished the hold after a good forty five to fifty seconds.

Chainz got himself back into the ring and landed a nasty powerbomb on The Inhuman Being, only receiving a two count. Chainz glanced over at Bernie Roberts and shouted for him to count faster. A spinebuster followed suit but the count remained the same. Chainz threatened to clock Roberts if he didn't count faster the next time.

Finally, after a few more high impact maneuvers, Chainz decided the time was now and figured he must put an end to Tchu. He lifted the Inhuman Being up for the Chain Reaction, but Tchu managed to counter out of the hold with a sideways hurricanrana, which bumped Chainz hard into the steel ring post. Chainz and Tchu got to their feet at the same time, with Tchu gaining the advantage and landing a spinebuster of his own. The count didn't reach three and San Antonio let out a loud gasp. They thought he had it.

Tchu went for the Downfall, but Chainz was quick to counter by slamming himself backwards into the mat and further agitating the back of Tchu. Both men again needed time to reach their feet. The stand up war continued with Tchu gaining the upper hand and once again, desperately, seeking The Downfall. Chainz powered his way through a few attempts and slung Tchu around for the first half of the Chain Reaction. Chainz got Tchu halfway up for the second powerbomb of the move, but Tchu frantically put boot to jaw and got Chainz to relent. The Monster went for another set up but Tchu snuck out of the maneuver and landed The Downfall for a pinfall victory.

Winner and NEW Intense Champion: Tchu