The lights in the TD Banknorth Garden dim. A low buzz rises in the arena. From the left of the screen comes the GCW logo; from the right the PRIME logo slides in. They rest on the screen together until exploding forward in a burst of energy. "Devil’s Night" and "Great American Nightmare" fly across the screen before orange and purple fireworks begin to explode in the arena! A massive crowd, split in attire between GCW and PRIME, roars to its feet as GCW play by play man James Bryan chimes in!

Bryan: With an absolutely enormous, record-breaking crowd on hand here in Boston, Mass, we are here for an historic night! For the first time ever, Global Championship Wrestling and PRIME are in the same building on the same night, hosting two events under one roof! Devil’s Night and the Great American Nightmare come to you live on Pay-Per-View, and I’m damn proud to be a part of it! Hello, everyone, I’m James Bryan at ringside with David Yale, representing GCW as we kick off this event!

Yale: Thanks, JB, and since PRIME weaseled their way into the night’s main event, we decided to go ahead and kick this show off ourselves! And as the premier announce team in the world, why not? This is going to be an amazing night, and I’m totally pumped to be here.

Bryan: This event was announced several weeks ago to a huge reaction, and there were many skeptics who didn’t think two promotions could coexist under one roof. But here we are, GCW and PRIME side by side on Pay-Per-View! GCW and PRIME each have huge lineups for you, including the defense of the PRIME Universal Title match in the night’s main event between champion Lindsay Troy, that thorn in President Caldera’s side, and Sonny Silver!

Yale: And that’s not to mention GCW’s two big tag matches, as we’ll see Rich Rollins and LeStatt Knight take on Jordan White and Jay Terror, as well as Oblivion taking on the GCW World Champion Lia Ambrosi and the number one contender Vivica J. Valentine in a Buried Alive Match!

Bryan: But we’ve also got a huge lineup of interpromotional bouts for you! Nitz Donnelly of PRIME will be taking on Dorian Ryan of GCW, the GCW United States Champion Shaman takes on Jonathan Winters, Peter Vetra locks up with Hoyt Williams, The Illustrious Face Eater clashes once again with Kimbusa in an extremely bitter match, and kicking off this event, Vivica J. Valentine of GCW will be taking on Tony "The Grin" Gamble!

Yale: That match was set up when Valentine foiled Gamble’s appearance at Dangerous Games a few weeks ago, and it stands to be a huge one!

Bryan: But tonight is going to be an incredible evening. From top to bottom this might be the most loaded event in the history of wrestling on Pay-Per-View! GCW versus PRIME, PRIME versus GCW! It’s the dawning of a new era for this industry, and these two companies are leading the way!

Yale: I’m ready when you are, JB! Let’s take one small step for man, one giant leap for wrestling kind!

Bryan: Let’s get things started!

Bryan: This crowd looks to be split right down the middle ladies and gentleman! Rabid GCW fans to our right and PRIMEates to our left. Very passionate, very vocal. This has to be one of the most electric atmosphere's I've EVER been a part of Dave.

Yale: Even the fans hate each other! They sold the tickets directly in half and have security posted in the aisles where the two sections meet. This is insane.

Bryan: Tonight you'll all enjoy one-ups-manship at it's finest. Welcome everyone to Devil's Night & The Great American Nightmare!

The anxious crowd falls into silence as they way GCW's ring announcer standing in the middle of the ring with microphone in hand.

Andrews: The following is our OPENING INTER-FEDERATION MATCHUP and it scheduled for ONE FALL.

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

Bryan: Oh boy...

Yale: What a way to start Devil's Night!

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

I look at you, then you me
Hungry and thirsty are we
Holding the lion's share
Holding the key
Holding me back 'cause I'm striving to be

Andrews: Representing PRIME from Las Vegas, Nevada. Weighing in at 187 pounds... TOONY 'THE GRIIIIIIIIINNNN' GAMMMMMBLEEEEEEE!

Veering just a tad towards the side of the aisle lined with PRIMEates, Tony Gamble marches proudly down the ramp, no-selling the crowd's jeers and snide remarks as he remains focused on the ring. Up above his head on the Wal*tron, footage from Revolution 94 when Gamble locked The Illustrious Face Eater into his 'Smile For Me' submission and won the Internet Title plays.

Better than you
Better than you
Better than you
Better than you

Bryan: This is exactly what our great fans in GCW hate about PRIME... guys like Tony Gamble. They just radiate pompousness and elitism.

Yale: It looks to me like the PRIMEates aren't too thrilled with him either.

Bryan: Yeah I can't believe it but I think the fans are agreeing on something... they all HATE Tony Gamble.

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

Lock horns, I push and I strive
Some how I feel more alive
Bury the need for it
Bury the seed
Bury me deep when there's no will to be

Once inside the ring Gamble holds out his arms as if his gift to the fans tonight is himself; a wide grin painted on his face as he hears the negative reaction from the crowd. Another clip shows on the Wal*tron, this one from the Great American Nightmare; where Tony Gamble became the Five Star Champion by pinning Chandler Tsonda.

Better than you
Better than you
Better than you
Better than you

'The Grin' listens to the negative reaction from the crowd as "Better Than You" by Metallica fades into silence. Blowing them off he backs into the far corner of the ring, leaning against the turnbuckle as if he's bored by the very idea of the match and wants to get it over with. As he does the lights in the arena go out, leaving everyone inside surrounded by nothing but black.

Bryan: Here comes our #1 Contender!

Yale: I can't believe I'm happy to see Vivica J. Valentine come out.

Suddenly a single red line appears on the screen and begins to jump up and down with a series of beeps signifying the beginning of "Image Of The Invisible" by Thrice. Quickly the crowd rises to their feet as the guitars kick in and red lights and lasers flash around the arena. Everyone claps their hands together and bangs on the ground along with the beat as they wait. The arena shakes as The Fearless Phenom bursts through the black curtain onto the stage.

We're more than carbon and chemicals
Crowd: WE ARE THE IMAGE OF THE INVISIBLE!
Free will is ours and we can't let go
Crowd: WE ARE THE IMAGE OF THE INVISIBLE!
We can't allow this, the quiet cull
Crowd: WE ARE THE IMAGE OF THE INVISIBLE!
So we sing out this, our canticle
Crowd: WE ARE THE IMAGE OF THE INVISIBLE!

Holding her right fist into the air with a huge smile from ear to ear, Vivica J. Valentine nods in the middle of the red strobe as the crowd continued to cheer. Standing in the middle of the stage The Fearless Phenom waves her hands up as if she's asking for the fans to get loud before pumping her first with the crowd along with the "WE ARE THE IMAGE OF THE INVISIBLE" chant. She points down to the ring before starting her descent with a hop.

We all were lost now we are found
No one can stop us or slow us down
We are all named and we are all known
We know that we'll never walk alone

Andrews: Representing GCW from Highland Park, Illinois. Weighing in at 131 pounds, "The Fearless Phenom" VIVICA J. VALLLLLLLLENTINE!
The scene focuses on a sign in the crowd that says "VIVICA'S GONNA KILL YOU" as Vivica J. Valentine has a bounce in her step on her way down to the ring. She slaps five with almost every fan she can along the way as she begins her journey to the next big quest towards destiny. Picking up speed at the end of the aisle The Phenomenon dives under the bottom rope on her stomach and slides to the middle of the ring, before reaching her feet with a modified flip headstand.

We're more than static and dial tone
Crowd: WE ARE THE IMAGE OF THE INVISIBLE!
We're emblematic of the unknown
Crowd: WE ARE THE IMAGE OF THE INVISIBLE!
Raise up the banner, bend back your bows
Crowd: WE ARE THE IMAGE OF THE INVISIBLE!
Remove the cancer, take back your souls
Crowd: WE ARE THE IMAGE OF THE INVISIBLE!

Bryan: Notice the bandage from Vivica's left arm is gone. She's still favoring it slightly... and don't think for a minute Tony Gamble doesn't realize that arm is hurt. The fact that it's out of bandages is a great sign for GCW fans but... how long will it stay that way?

Yale: What?! I can't hear you!

Bryan: Is that just the GCW side? Or so we have some Valentine fans over on the PRIME side too?

Yale: I think it might just be some people who hate Tony Gamble. The lesser of two evils.

Bryan: Or the enemy of my enemy...

Yale: What?!

With a smirk from ear to ear, Vivica makes her way over to the far side turnbuckle. Leaping to the top she salutes the crowd with her right first into the air. With an overwhelming roar as a response, Vivica claps her hands together before doing a backflip off the top rope and landing on her feet. She walks over to the opposite side of the ring and leaps up to the top rope and salutes the crowd once again with her right fist into the air.

Dismounting once again with a backflip The Aerial Artisan adjusts the glove on her right hand as she backs into her corner ready for the match to begin. "Image Of The Invisible" by Thrice fades into silence as Tony Gamble slides back into the ring from the outside, where he was observing... or at least trying to maintain interest in, the entrance of The Fearless Phenom.

The roar of the crowd is almost deafening for the opening bout as Vivica J. Valentine and Tony Gamble stare each other down from opposite sides of the ring. Before the bell even rings a double sided chant begins to break out over the arena.

GCW Fans: V-J VAL-EN-TINE!

PRIME Fans: FUCK YOU GAM-BLE!

The Fearless Phenom can't help but break her focus and chuckle a little at the fans obvious disdain for 'The Grin.' Tony Gamble shakes his head looking over at the smirking Valentine across from him as the fans continue their chants.

DING! DING! DING!

Bryan: And this match is underway!

Both competitors explode out of their respective corners to the middle of the ring. Immediately Tony Gamble goes for a high drop kick, but Valentine somersaults under and pops up behind him. Gamble turns around and is quickly thrown down with an arm drag. The Grin pops back up to his feet and hurls Vivica over him with an arm drag of his own. The tenacious Valentine is immediately up to her feet and goes for a monkey flip. Gamble flips through the air and lands on his feet behind her. Both turn around on their feet at the same time and stare at each other with a thunderous ovation from the crowd.

Bryan: Holy... I can't keep up with that!

Yale: Was that a stalemate?

Bryan: Round 1 goes to... a draw?

Both competitors re-focus. Valentine puts her right arm out to test the waters, so to speak. Shortly there after Gamble does the same. It doesn't take long for Tony Gamble to dive at the legs of Valentine for a take down but The Phenomenon leaps over him and drops down to her knees locking him into a headlock. The Grin powers out by throwing Valentine towards the ropes. Bouncing off Vivica comes sprinting back as Gamble hits the ground. The Fearless Phenom jumps over him and hits the ropes on the opposite side. On the rebound Gamble gets back up to his feet and jumps into the air over Valentine.

Hitting the ropes hard once again Vivica comes speeding back towards The Grin. Leaping through the air, The Fearless Phenom goes for a corkscrew lariat and connects! A roar emits from the crowd as Valentine taunts Gamble to get back up to his feet. He does and is quickly sent back down with a snapmare, then a dropkick to the back of the head. Grabbing his head for a second, Gamble rolls over onto his stomach and pushes himself up to his hands and knees. Valentine closes in before she pulls him up by his right arm.

Holding onto his right arm Vivica runs over towards the ropes and jumps onto the middle rope with a balancing act. Doing a back flip Valentine hits a beautiful modified arm drag on Gamble that lives up to the name of The Aerial Artisan. Before Gamble can get back up to his feet Vivica does a standing moonsault landing square on his chest. Bouncing back up to her feet, Valentine might've tried to be too cute by going for a flipping leg drop afterwards as Gamble moves out of the way. Immediately to his feet Gamble hits a running kick to the face on Valentine halting her building momentum, and giving him a chance to regain his senses from one knee.

Bryan: What a shot by Tony Gamble! Right as Vivica had control of this match, one move turns the tide. You can't sleep for a second on either of these two Dave, they'll bite you the second you lose focus.

Yale: And what a bite. I felt like I lost some teeth on that one.

The referee checks on Vivica J. Valentine but is slightly nudged out of the way by Tony Gamble who helps Vivica up to her feet with a handful of hair. Tony Gamble locks The Fearless Phenom into a side headlock but Immediately Vivica J. Valentine tries to elbow her way out. The Grin's grip loosens as he maneuvers her into a grapple. With her set up in the perfect position, Gamble grabs ahold of Valentine's pants and hoists her into the air before dropping her with a vertical suplex.

Immediately after impact Gamble rolls over with the suplex, but instead of going for a pinfall he holds his forearm over the throat of Vivica J. Valentine forcing the ref to start a count for an illegal choke. One. Gamble presses down harder as Valentine kicks her legs. Two. Now pushing with her arms Vivica is obviously over-powered. Three. Rocking her body back and forth she tries to create space. Four. After one last shove across her throat Gamble releases and gets back up to his feet holding his arms in the air showing a clean break. As soon as the ref leans in to check on Vivica who rolls over onto her stomach, Gamble gets in a quick stomp to the back of her head.

Bryan: Cheap shot by Tony Gamble!

Yale: Snake bit.
Bryan: Valentine is definitely in for a fight early here tonight. It's hard to believe that BOTH of these individuals are going to lace up the boots later to fight AGAIN.

The ref quickly backs away and warns Tony Gamble after the kick, but Tony simply shoo's the ref away before grabbing a hand full of blonde hair. Still holding onto her throat Vivica makes it up to her feet before being hurled back down with a Japanese arm drag. Bouncing off the mat Vivica gets back up and tries to get on offense but is quickly whipped towards the corner. Bouncing off the turnbuckles Vivica stumbles back out of the corner immediately. Before she can even make a move of her own will she's grabbed from behind by Gamble off the ropes who drills her with a huge bulldog. Rolling The Fearless Phenom over, Gamble goes for a quick pin.

ONE!

TW...KICKOUT!

After just a little over a one-count Gamble gets a sense of exactly where his opponent is. Vivica begins to crawl away but is quickly caught by The Grin. Grabbing her by the back of her shirt, he hoists her up to a kneeling position before Vivica buries her left elbow into Gamble's stomach. As Gamble doubles over with the big shot, he looks to see Vivica falls back down to one knee holding her left arm. His eyes narrow as he sees The Phenomenon favoring her injury. Like a shark he smells blood in the water...

Bryan: Vivica is favoring that arm a little...

Yale: Tony Gamble sees it look at him!

Bryan: Uh oh... this can't be good.

Getting into position Tony Gamble stalks his prey as Valentine turns around. Just as she does she's quickly snapped to the ground with a hip toss by her left arm. Landing awkwardly Vivica grabs the arm but tries to get up quickly, leaving herself open to another Japanese arm drag on her left arm which Gamble transitions into an arm bar. With a sadistic sense of accomplishment, Gamble really cranks the arm as Valentine screams out in pain reaching for the ropes with her feet, arms, anything that can move.

Sheer agony is the look on Vivica's face as she claws her way towards the bottom rope in front of her. Reaching out the crowd begins to clap to get behind The Fearless Phenom, a factor that Gamble had thought to have taken out of the match. With the support of her fans, Valentine lunges with every bit on strength in her body to grab the rope. The crowd cheers with approval as Vivica hangs onto the rope. One. Two. Three. Four. Release. Gamble gets up off the ground and holds his arms in the air as he's given another warning by the referee.

Using her right arm Vivica pulls herself up to her feet while Gamble and the referee have a discussion about his plan of attack in the match.

Bryan: Now Gamble is 100% focused on that injured arm. Showing that he had plans for that arm not being completely healed.

Yale: You have to think all of this was a tactic to lure Valentine into a trap. Declining her match challenge to get a shot at her from behind on that injured arm. Showing up at WorldWide and attacking the arm from behind with a chair and THEN accepting the challenge.

Bryan: In a sick way it was rather brilliant.

Yale: In a very sick way JB... you almost have to admire this jackass.

Right as Vivica turns around Gamble shoves past the referee and grabs the left arm of Vivica J. Valentine before jumping over the top rope to the outside of the ring, whiplashing the bad arm off of the rope. Valentine lets out a bit of a scream before falling down to one knee and Tony Gamble looks around at the jeering fans, holding out his arms for a second... letting their hatred motivate his actions. The Grin jumps up onto the apron spying on Vivica J. Valentine trying her best to get something going, back up to her feet once again.

With a hop Tony Gamble gets up to the top rope and goes for a springboard jumping heel kick. In mid-air the crowd goes wild as Vivica J. Valentine manages to somersault out of the way. Tony Gamble gracefully lands on his feet and turns around to keep Vivica from getting momentum. Going for a...

Bryan: REPENTANCE!

Yale: YAHTZEE!

Bryan: Out of nowhere Vivica J. Valentine drills her trademark Step-Up Enziguiri on Tony Gamble!

Both competitors lay on the ground as the crowd comes back to life. Vivica is by the ropes face first into the mat while Tony Gamble holds lays on his back closer to the middle of the ring. Vivica holds her arm as she rolls over to get a look at her opponent. Vivica begins to tap her foot on the ground and rolls over the rest of the way on her back closer to Gamble and farther from the ropes. With a bit of a disoriented stagger, Tony Gamble makes it up to his feet first from the hard shot but before he can even make a step towards The Fearless Phenom she springs back up to her feet.

The GCW section of the crowd is on their feet as Vivica J. Valentine glares at Tony Gamble whose eyes widen with a look of disbelief. The Grin goes for a leg sweep but Valentine jumps over and grills Gamble across the chest with a hard knife edge chop!

"WOOOO!"

Gamble returns with a chop of his own.

"WOOOO!"

Valentine chops Gamble across the chest even harder.

"WOOOO!"

Gamble nails The Fearless Phenom with a staggering return chop.

"WOOOO!"

Vivica J. Valentine drills Tony Gamble with an uppercut palm strike knocking him quickly to the ground. The crowd roars with approval as The Grin smacks the mat and then gets right back up to his feet. Valentine with a hip toss. Gamble goes for a hip toss on Vivica's bad arm again but this time The Phenomenon locks the toss by hooking her leg around Gamble's and then knees him in the stomach. The Grin bends over and Valentine puts her right leg over the back of his head and using it to do a backflip before landing with a reverse headlock. With surprising power Vivica lifts Gamble over her head and hits him with an Osaka Street Cutter!

Valentine goes for the pin...

ONE!

TWO... KICKOUT!

Bryan: Barely a two count but that's a move I don't think we've ever seen utilized by The Fearless Phenom. An impressive textbook Osaka Street Cutter that just couldn't keep Gamble down.

Yale: It's hard to hit that move on the likes of Bryan Mayhem, Shaman, and Lestatt Knight when you're 130 pounds JB. But these little PRIME guys...

The Aerial Artisan looks up at the ref frustrated by not being able to get the pinfall. He holds the number two in front of the face of Valentine who shakes her head and grabs Tony Gamble by the arm and attempts to pull him up, but Tony Gamble sneaks in a poke to the eye sending Valentine stumbling back and then onto one knee.

Bryan: What a dirty move by Gamble!

Yale: He knew that he'd lost his grip on the match...

Bryan: A blatant break of the rules by The Grin. This man will do anything to win this match.

Gamble gets up rubbing his jaw and neck from the street cutter. Vivica makes it back up to her feet and The Grin speeds towards her. Leaping into the air he appears to be attempting a shining wizard before Vivica jumps a little off the ground to break his momentum with a slightly airborne drop toe hold. Both of the hit the mat, but Gamble hits face first while Valentine lands on her side. The crowd roars in approval of Vivica's counter, fueling her desire to continue.

The Grin makes it up to his hands and knees before Vivica sends him back down with a flip-over neckwhip. With the crowd back into the match, Valentine doesn't release her hold on the neck and rolls him over and gets back up with a reverse headlock... much like the position of the Osaka Street Cutter earlier. Gamble counters with a snapmare. Valentine lands on her feet with a roar and goes for a back hook kick, but Tony Gamble rolls under and gets back up to his feet.

Tony Gamble takes the legs of The Fearless Phenom out form under her making her land on her back. He goes for a senton but Valentine backwards somersaults out of the way making him land square on his back. Quick to her feet Vivica goes for a senton of her own, but The Grin takes a counter out of her book and moves out of the way with a backwards somersault. Valentine moves to her feet a little slower and Gamble goes to attack her from behind but Valentine grabs his head in an ace crusher like position over her good right shoulder.

Quickly The Aerial Artisan sprints towards the nearest turnbuckle dragging Gamble with her, seemingly on a second wind. She runs up the three turnbuckles, as if she's going to flip over The Grin into a reverse DDT. At the last second Gamble manages to take control of the move while Valentine is in mid-air off the top turnbuckle. He spins loses and drops the already upside down Vivica J. Valentine straight down into a piledriver.

Bryan: OH MY GOD!

"THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!"

An exhausted Tony Gamble seizes the opportunity and rolls Valentine over haphazardly and lays across her.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE...FOOT ON THE ROPE!

Bryan: DESPERATION SAVE BY VALENTINE!

The crowd explodes as Tony Gamble pounds his fists into the ground and rolls off of The Fearless Phenom. Looking up at the referee... The Grin is furious. The referee holds up a two in his face and Gamble slaps it out of the way. The official warns Gamble if he touches him again he'll be thrown out of the match.

Bryan: Gamble is LIVID!

Yale: He's learning something that the entire GCW roster has been complaining about since Vivica J. Valentine joined back at the beginning of 2006. How in the WORLD do you put this girl away? No matter what you do she always seems to kick out.

Bryan: That tenacious spirit and never-say-die mentality has gotten Vivica J. Valentine a much deserved GCW World Title Shot. Tony Gamble is learning why right here.

Out of frustration Gamble drags Valentine but her injured arm away from the ropes, making Valentine roll over onto her side trying to protect her injury. Tony Gamble looks up at the top rope and gives Vivica a good stomp as he steps over her aching body. Slowly Tony Gamble climbs up to the top rope, meanwhile behind him The Fearless Phenom holds her arm. On the top rope The Grin pauses while the crowd mocks him... giving Vivica J. Valentine the chance to see him out of the corner of her eye.

With every ounce of energy she has left in the tank, Vivica rolls up to her feet before leaping into the air. In the air she springboards off the top rope towards Gamble and hits him with a springboard drop kick square between the shoulderblades right as he turns around to size up his opponent. The crowd stands in approval as Gamble soars helplessly through the air outside the ring before crashing down across the steel barricade right on the throat. Bouncing off he lands on the ground kicking and favoring his neck as Valentine looks completely out of it on her stomach, face down inside the ring.

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

Bryan: Where does that COME from?

Yale: Where did Gamble's piledriver come from? You can't even begin to explain what in the hell is going on in this match!

Bryan: Both these competitors want this win in a bad way. This is about way more than a little bit of federation pride out here ladies and gentlemen. This looks like an all out war between two amazingly gifted athletes who want to prove that they're better than the other.

Yale: Are they DEAD yet?

Tony Gamble is coughing on his hands and knees outside the ring after the bad fall from the top rope. Reaching up he grabs the top of the barricade and hear the crowd begin to clap and stop their feet on the ground. In so much pain Gamble is completely unaware of what's going on around him as he finally reaches his feet still grasping at his neck and chin area. Turning around he sees Valentine sprinting towards the ropes.

Yale: INCOMING!

Inside the ring The Aerial Artisan sprints towards the ropes and leaps into the air, completely clearing the top rope with a sky twister senton plancha. The crowd roars as Valentine makes contact with the standing Tony Gamble, knocking him over before landing awkwardly with her bad arm against the steel barricade.

"V-J VAL-EN-TINE!" *claps* "V-J VAL-EN-TINE!" *claps*

Bryan: HIGH RISK BY GCW'S RESIDENT FLYER!

Yale: She looks like she just DRILLED her bad arm there.
Bryan: That's what high risk is all about. It looks like she absolutely nailed Tony Gamble but...

Yale: She might've nailed her injured left arm more.

Exhausted, Tony and Vivica lay prone on the floor catching their breath. The sound of the ref beginning his count makes Gamble roll slightly on his side and get up to a knee. He looks across to see Valentine clutching at her already injured arm and staring back at him. Finding him on one knee, Vivica dashes over to continue her assault on PRIME's resident midget. Looking to lock up with her foe, she isn't ready for the sudden move by Gamble to get up on his feet and side step her. Being quick herself, she turns on her heel but gets caught by the arm. Never one to miss out on a huge opportunity, Tony whips Vivica into the barrier, then rushes in with a boot to the injured shoulder, crushing it against the solid barrier. Hearing that the referee has not given up on his count, Tony acts quickly, draping Vivica's arm over the barrier, before driving his elbow down into it, then flinging her into the steel steps.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Bryan: I hate to say it, but that may be the one thing going for Gamble in this match. He has found a weakness and he has the momentum, but he's never faced anyone as quick and talented as Vivica and that puts him at a huge disadvantage.

As Tony rolls into the ring, he burns the referee with a beaming smile, before reaching out to grab Vivica by the arm. Kneeling in the corner, he wraps Vivica's arm around the post, then swings into a seated position to stomp it against the steel. Grabbing the joint, Vivica drops back down to the floor, grinding her teeth through the pain.

Yale: Every move Tony uses now will be aimed at that shoulder. I don't know much about this guy, but I doubt he'll be doing much to play to the crowd, only his ruthlessness will win this match for him.

After taking as long as she can to recover, Vivica rolls in to break the count, only for a Dropkick to immediately land on her injured arm. In the swing of things, Tony then drops down and entwines the middle and bottom cables around Vivica's arm, trapping her elbow joint between the tight ropes. Grabbing Vivica's foot, Tony then pulls her away from the ropes, putting agonizing pressure on the arm as the referee hurriedly tries to free her.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Just as Tim Vale releases Valentine's arm, Tony rushes it with a field-goal kick, limping away as he feels the impact against the bone.

Bryan: If the kick hurt Tony that much, imagine what Valentine feels.

The referee pushes Tony away, being generous in calling Vivica's arm being trapped as a rope break. Vivica pulls herself up to a crouch, holding her left arm close to her body as the shadow of Gamble is cast over her. Triggered by instinct, Valentine flings herself up into a Moonsault Kick, smacking the sweet-spot of her right foot against the underside of Tony's jaw.

As teeth crash against one another, Tony stumbles back, while Vivica proceeds to fling herself into another Spinning Backfist. Reacting quickly, Tony plucks the arm out of the air and bars it, before deftly transitioning across to the hurt arm, then dropping sharply into a Single Arm DDT.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Bryan: I have to say I'm impressed. Just as the crowd had risen in support of Valentine, Gamble took her right back down.

Keeping hold of the arm, Tony swings around to put his knee across her back, pulling hard at the Armbar.
Tim Vale asks her if she wants to tap, but gets an earful of negative obscenities for his troubles. Spinning back around, Tony traps Vivica's arm in a standing headscissors, as if he's going to Piledrive it... only for her to roll forward into a kick that smashes her heel between Gamble's eyes.

Yale: Great counter from Valentine there... The momentum might be swinging back into her favor!

Tony topples back, grabbing the bridge of his nose which throbs painfully across his whole face. Having yanked her arm free in the course of the move, Valentine is again left grabbing her shoulder, and every movement feels like bones are grating a nerve between them. With no choice but to carry on through it, Vivica hops up and flings a kick up into a stooped-over Gamble's face.

"RRRRUUUUUAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

Another follows, before Gamble latches onto Valentine's dangling arm and pulls her through into an Armdrag. Trying for a Fujiwara Armbar, Tony is frustrated by Vivica's resistance, so simply smashes his heel against her damaged shoulder. Once again grabbing the joint instinctively, Vivica tries to rise first, but is scooped up by Tony, then harshly dropped into a shoulder breaker.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Yale: And sadly that's how you kill someone's spirit. Twice now Valentine has tried to rally, but each time this unruly bastard has gone right for that shoulder.

Bryan: What little I knew about Gamble coming into this, made Vivica a favorite to win this match, but he's proven that he very well may be able to contend with the number one contender to our Heavyweight championship.

Rather then try to cover, Gamble simply pushes the point of his knee into Vivica's shoulder, then channels all his weight through it.

As Vivica's foot desperately touches down on the rope, the referee calls for the break, which Tony reluctantly complies with upon the mouthing of five. Dragging Vivica up, Tony then rushes across the ring and goes to fling Vivica shoulder-first into the ring post, only for Vivica to catch her good arm around the steel and swing around back onto the apron.

Angered at his move being thwarted, Tony lunges at Vivica, only for her to spring up and score with a harsh Enziguri Kick to the temple. Tony drops limply onto his back, while Vivica catches the ropes with her good arm, then hurriedly ascends them onto the buckles. Looking down at her dazed opponent, Valentine sees a chance to end it right away, and launches into a 900 Splash... thrusting her body out straight upon impact.

"VI-VI-CA! VI-VI-CA! VI-VI-CA! VI-VI-CA! VI-VI-CA!"

Bryan: I don't know how she managed it, but The Fearless Phenom went from flying at the ring post to flying down onto Gamble!

The hasty descent jolts Vivica's shoulder, and instead of remaining on top for the cover, she bounces off, grabbing her arm as she sits back against the ropes.

Holding his chest, Tony rolls away, then pulls himself awkwardly up. With the sharp pain turning into a dull, agonizing throb, Vivica remains down, allowing Tony to connect with a running knee to the injured joint.

Yale: And that's where Gamble's advantage is. Even after Vivica made a comeback, that arm just won't stop hurting.

With Vivica unable to fight herself back into the match, Tony drags her up, then drapes her arm over the top rope. Restraining the Phenomenon in a top wristlock, Tony lets the extra pressure from the rope try and force the shoulder free from it's joint. As Vivica struggles, Tony steps out through the ropes, then drops to the floor, almost succeeding in his task of ripping Vivica's shoulder out.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Concerned, the Tim slides down to check on Vivica, whose face is screwed up in pain.

Bryan: This is all instinct now by Gamble. This isn't training, or his in-ring style, this is all about what will hurt.

Striking a confident pose to the fans, Tony receives the abuse he gets back with a smirk, before hopping up onto the apron. Instinctively, the wounded Phenomenon backs away from him, and tries to get back to her feet.

Grabbing the top cable, Tony showcases his athletic side by springboarding onto the top cable, then flinging himself off at Vivica with a Shoulder Tackle... only for the gutsy Valentine to greet him with a Spinning Enziguri Kick, catching him right on the eye socket.

Bryan: Gamble just went to the well once to often, and Vivica was ready to capitalize!

As Vivica does her best to avoid landing on her bad shoulder, Tony crash-lands, only just skidding to a halt against the bottom rope. Grabbing his face with one hand, Tony pulls himself up with the other, but he blindly staggers into a Roundhouse Kick from the resurgent Valentine. Swatted back against the ropes, Tony rebounds back off them, and is rocked by a vicious Crescent Kick smacking down fiercely across his jaw.

"VI-VI-CA! VI-VI-CA! VI-VI-CA! VI-VI-CA! VI-VI-CA!"

Almost out of it on his feet, Tony drops back against the buckles, and has his torso used as a kick-bag by Valentine as she unloads, each hit drowning out the pain from her shoulder.

Yale: She's coming back! Vivica showing that GCW won't give up without a fight, and she's taking the fight to PRIME's Intense title Contender!

With confidence returning, Vivica backs away, then rushes in for a knee, only for Tony to step forward and pluck her from the canvas... then smashing her back against the buckles with a Spinebuster, ensuring the bad shoulder takes the brunt of the move.

Wanting to end things before she can mount another comeback, Tony lifts her up onto the top turnbuckle, then clubs his fist down onto her arm once more. After lifting Vivica's legs over the top rope, Tony climbs to the middle turnbuckle and bars the arm, lining her up for a top rope Single Arm DDT, wanting to well and truly wreck her arm.

Bryan: Oh no... there's just so much damage that arm can take.

Gamble goes to pull Vivica up ready for the move, only for her to squirm free. Before Tony can grab the arm again, she's locked her hands behind Gamble's head, and promptly delivers another bone-crushing knee to his face.

Out of it, Tony drops backwards, where his feet catch under the top turnbuckle and ensnare him in the Tree of Woe.

Yale: This is gonna get good...

Tim Vale is quick to slide down and check on Gamble, who grabs the referee by the shirt, using him to try and sit back up. But as Gamble tries to rise, Vivica climbs onto the turnbuckle and looks down at the man who was taking great pleasure in trying to rip her arm clean off. Before Tony even has a chance to curse his luck, Vivica drops off into a Double-Stomp, catching Gamble either side of the nose and smashing the back of his head against the canvas.

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

Bryan: I have... just... NO idea how to call that...

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

The ref's shirt is torn where Tony doesn't release his grip, and the official is nearly bowled over as Vivica rolls through her landing.

With the crowd going mental, Vivica kneels up and looks back over her shoulder at Gamble, who drops down in a heap, grabbing his face while feet pound against the canvas.

Yale: Despite all the work Gamble had done working over Vivica's shoulder, there's just nothing you can to combat THAT.

Still holding his face, which had been mercilessly targeted by Valentine, Tony staggers up and zeros in on the sound of her rising. Tony takes a wild swing at Vivica which she just manages to contort her shoulder away from, before ducking the right that follows, causing Tony to almost tumble as he spins through. Before his eyes rest upon his foe, he feels a sudden, sharp urge to vomit as his opponent's foot smashes deep into his stomach.

With Gamble doubled over, Vivica reaches back and hooks his arms, but with her weakened shoulder, she can't do much to lift him off his feet.

Bryan: She has the arms locked, but with Gamble resisting, Vivica's shoulder isn't letting her do much...

Rather than abandoning the move, she simply bends her knees, and pushes up with as much spring as she can manages, flipping back and snapping Gamble over onto the back of his neck where he's folded up awkwardly, then collapses out across the mat.

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

Yale: Her arm could of fallen off hitting that, and it won't stop the bell ringing in three.

With her good arm, Vivica manages to roll Tony onto his back, then hooks his near leg with her own.

One!

Two!!

THREE!!!

Bryan: SHE DID IT!! VIVICA JUST SCORED ONE FOR GCW WITH THAT WIN RIGHT THERE!!

Yale: She just proved that PRIME is riding on name value alone.

The camera focuses in backstage where faint cheers from the crowd could be heard. The view slowly walks around some hallways backstage until resting upon a door with a name on it. 'Clyde E. Fox' printed with big block letters illuminates the door. The door is also plastered with many stickers of fuzzy bunnies and frolicking frogs. The door opens and the camera proceeds inside the room. There he is, Clyde Fox, waiting for his second GCW Pay Per View opportunity to make a name for himself. Clyde looks directly into the camera.

Fox: HETO EVERYONE, YAY! Welcome to Devil Cake Night! Where you can have all you eat of yummy yummy Devil Cake.... BIG TIME!

The crowd is heard faintly cheering. Fox then turns to Squirtle.

Fox: You know what Squirt Squirt?

Squitle: ....

Fox: No I don't like lollipop ice keem silly! Keep focus on da match I have tonight peeze!!!!

Squirtle: ....

Fox: Tonight I break my winless streak and start another type of streak. A naked streak! And I'll do it in the da streets after I win and crown myself a real wrestler! Kind of like Pinocchio but without wooden nose boner!

Squirtle: ....

Fox: What's dat Squirt Squirt? What if I lose? DON'T SAY DAT TO MEEEEE! Now you probably jinxed it! I don't want to go 0-3, I have to win to show everyone that I can wrestle better than everyone.... BIG TIME! Just take deep air Clyde, deep air shall set you free!

Squirtle: ....

Fox: Deep what? No Squirt Squirt I don't have deep breasts! You perverted ya! Holy super sour skittles Squirt Squirt, you sure know how to throw someone off there game! Now if I lose tonight, I'll know it's because you were so darn nasty to me before my match!

Squirtle: ....

Fox: Yes Squirt Squirt, you can still come out to da ring with me. Speaking of my match, I gots-ta go for it now! Hey you camera thingy, get out of here, I have to change my shoes and I don't want anyone seeing the bare bottoms of my feet!

With that, Clyde walks to the door and closes it after the camera leaves.

Bryan: Well folks we are ready to get Devil's Night 2007 underway here in the astonishing TD Banknorth Garden in Boston. I have a feeling that our first contest is going to set a great tone for the rest of the night David.

Yale: Yeah, you're James, for once. I just can't wait to get this extreme rules matchup started already!

The lights dim as the crowd eagerly cheers, awaiting the arrival of the first competitors. 'For The Love Of Money' blares over the sound system as Branson King surfaces from behind the curtain. The fans boo exotically as Branson struts down the laneway and slides into the ring.

Bryan: And there is Branson King, a man who considers himself nothing but money.

Yale: He's exactly that JB, money. I just can't get enough of this guy, he's got great skills in the ring!

'God's Gonna Cut You Down' by Johnny Cash replaces King's music as The Nashvillain walks out from behind the curtain with his arms open like he is anticipating the crowd's boos.

Bryan: And there is King's tag partner, The Nashvillain, a Nashville native, believe it or not.

Yale: Really JB? I couldn't have guessed.

The lights brighten back up in time for 'Mope' by The Bloodhound gang to spruce the crowd up. The crowd cheers as Clyde Fox, with Squirtle plush doll in hand hops out from the entranceway and gives high fives to anyone willing in sight.

Bryan: And here comes Clyde Fox. Let me tell you something David, Clyde has yet to taste victory in GCW, even though he's only had 2 matches, he's be a non factor. What does he have to do to get not only his first GCW win but also his first career win?

Yale: Well JB, I don't think Clyde can do anything, because his brain is too small for him to think fast enough to do anything! King and The Nashvillain are two incredibly talented and flashy guys, don't expect anything else then a win from them tonight.

Bryan: Well unlike what you just said, Clyde is showing some smarts as he waits outside the ring for his tag partner to enter the arena. And to think, Clyde's partner is a guy who he faced just a bit ago in a fatal fourway match.

As Clyde's music dies down, the crowd starts to cheer even louder.

Bryan: There is only one man left to enter before the match begins, and the people know exactly who it is!

'Stricken' by Disturbed consumes the arena as Pegasus bolts out from the back to loud screams from the fans.

Bryan: Pegasus is a man on a mission here tonight. He's got a TV title shot and now he looks to lead his team towards victory!

Pegasus converses with Clyde and shortly after split up and stand each stand on different sides of the ring looking at King and The Nashvillain.

Bryan: It looks like Pegasus had a gameplan he wanted to implement. King and The Nashvillain are in the ring and it's almost like they're surrounded by Fox and Pegasus.

Ding! The bell rings and Clyde and Pegasus slide into the ring and pursue King and The Nashvillain with flying fists.

Bryan: King ducks Fox's fist and wham-o! Fox just punched out Pegasus! Not a good start for the young kid.

Yale: He didn't look too smart there!

Bryan: The ref is now trying to get The Nashvillain into his corner as Fox is just standing there dumbfounded!

Branson King takes advantage and plants a round house kick right on Clyde's head sending him backwards into a vacant turnbuckle.

Bryan: What a move by King as he know turns his attention to who I assume is going to be the legal man to start, Pegasus.

King pulls Pegasus up and smacks him back down with a chest chop! King then starts to kick at the left leg of Pegasus.

Yale: Put the boots to him King! If he can't walk, there's no way he's making a tag to Fox!

Bryan: Or let alone the fact that he can use weapons! King is trying to isolate Pegasus and make this almost like a handicapped match!

King picks up Pegasus yet again and delivers a devastating low blow with his leg!

Bryan: And folks, don't forget, that move is totally legal! It's extreme rules, anything goes!

Yale: King is egging Fox on now as Pegasus is still on the ground grabbing his groin area. That has to hurt, no matter who you are!

Bryan: Branson King goes over and tags The Nashvillain in. The people here don't like it but right now, The Nashvillain and King are in complete control.

The Nashvillain proceeds to lay a few haymakers on Pegasus until he tumbles back into a corner. The Nashvillain then proceeds to strike Pegasus a few times until he embellishes the crowd for boos.

Bryan: And it looks like Clyde has finally had enough as he slips in the ring and tries to spear The Nashvillain! No wait, The Heart and Soul of all things Southern juked him! And Clyde goes crashing into Pegasus AGAIN!

Yale: Hey look on the bright side Pegasus, at least you have a TV title shot!

Bryan: And now King enters to ring and starts to punch Fox keeping both men in the corner!

Yale: What's The Nashvillain doing?

Bryan: The Nashvillain just exited the ring and is now looking under it.

The Nashvillain stands up with a large wooden 2 by 4.

Bryan: That's solid wood David! That could seriously knock someone out!

The Nashvillain climbs back into the ring and directs King to hold Fox up.

Bryan: The Nashvillain takes a swing at Fox but wait! Fox ducked! He ducked and the wooden stick smacks King right in the head! It seems like miscues on both sides are hurting each team here!

Yale: Look out NV!

Bryan: Clyde Fox just chop blocked NV from behind! And here comes Pegasus!

Pegasus jumps up and picks up the 2 by 4 and proceeds to hammer King a few times over his back!

Bryan: I think Pegasus just got his second wind as he is torturing King with that 2 by 4!

Yale: Now where is Fox going?

Bryan: Fox is now heading over to the ring bell's table looking for a... a chair! Fox has a chair! Things are heating up quickly here!

Yale: Yikes, lookout guys!

Fox stumbles back into the ring and measures The Nashvillain. Slowly, NV rises to feet and turns into a devastating chair shot that echoes through the arena!

Bryan: How's that for offense?! Clyde Fox delivers a thunderous chair shot to the head of The Nashvillain.

Yale: Fox is now telling Pegasus to pick King up. Is this seriously deja vu?

Bryan: But this time it works! Fox just nailed King over the head with a chair! Fox has just laid out two very dangerous men with two of his own staggering chair shots.

Yale: Fox finally drops the chair as now him and Pegasus and talking again. Hopefully this time they don't screw up!

Fox picks up The Nashvillain only to scoop slam him back down in a set up position. Pegasus picks up King and tosses him into the ropes and then delivers a spinning spinebuster!

Bryan: High impact moves left and right here folks as this match as kind of turned into a Tornado tag match!

Yale: Who cares, let all four of them go at it at once, it's extreme rules after all!

Bryan: Fox is now climbing to the top rope... he might try it... there he goes!

BIG TIME!

Bryan: FOX HITS THE BIG TIME ON NV! Is that it? Fox pins him!

One...

Two...

Thr-NO!

Yale: NV KICKED OUT!

Bryan: At the last second The Nashvillain managed to kick out of the pinning attempt!

Pegasus then picks up the chair and goes to hit The Nashvillain but King comes from behind and snatches the chair out of his hands!

Bryan: Wham! And Pegasus is introduced to steel as King smacks off a chair shot of his own!

Yale: This should get them back into it!

Bryan: King throws the chair at Fox, he catches it, and... DROPKICK INTO THE CHAIR! Fox's head nearly got taken off and just like that King brings his team back into it!

Yale: The Nashvillain needs to get up here!

Bryan: It's now Branson King's turn to find a toy from under the ring. What is he pulling out?

King slides back into the ring after a brief look under the ring for a weapon.

Bryan: It's... it's a sack?

Yale: RAT TRAPS!

Bryan: King has a sack of rat traps that he’s pouring onto the mat!

Yale: Those look delightful!

By this time, NV is back up and ready to deal some punishment for those chair shots.

Bryan: It looks as if King is trying to get NV to throw Fox into the traps!

Yale: A Fox maimed by rat traps, how ironic!

Bryan: Pegasus can’t do anything because he’s now being restricted by King! All he can do is watch!

NV proceeds to pick Fox up and position him for Banned in 48 States.

Bryan: NV has brought Fox to the first level turnbuckle for one of his signature moves, Banned in 48 States!

Yale: Well it’s about to become banned in 49!

And with a disrespectful spit in the face of Fox, NV primes the kid for the ride of his life.

Bryan: Pegasus is struggling to get free but he can’t! NV PULLS FOX UP! NO WAY, DON’T DO IT!

CRUNCH!

Bryan: THE RAT TRAPS POP UP FROM THE MAT AS FOX IS THRUST FACE FIRSTT INTO THEM! NV COULDN’T HELP GETTTING CLIPPED BY A FEW EITHER!

Yale: That’s extreme JB! A rat trap Banned in 48, now 49 states.

Bryan: And you can already see the blood spewing from Fox’s head! My goodness, he must be dead!

Yale: I got news for you JB, his brain was already!

Bryan: AND PEGASUS FINALLY BREAKS FREE IN A FURY! Lefts and rights connect on King! AND THE GLORY ROAD CONNECTS ON KING INTO THE TRAPS AND ON TOP OF BOTH FOX AND NV!

Yale: Now that was just stupid!

Bryan: All four men have been nipped by the traps here and also all four men are out! This is truly an extreme match folks!

Yale: I must say I am impressed with the no fear attitude Pegasus just showed, putting his, and his partners bodies on the line just for one more move. I’ll give him that!

Bryan: NV is starting to stir… and he’s climbing up slowly, removing the clinched in traps one by one!

NV removes the traps and then proceeds to pick up Pegasus.

Bryan: NV is bleeding from both legs and Pegasus is bloodied up too! NV clubs Pegasus across the face! Pegasus is still standing! Pegasus slaps NV back! NV is still standing! The Nashvillain goes for a clothesline but Pegasus ducks underneath!

Pegasus slams NV down with authority and his second Glory Road!

Bryan: The Glory Road on NV this time! NO! NV escaped?! It seems as if The Nashvillain slipped out of the Glory Road at the last second!

Yale: That’s talent right there!

Bryan: Pegasus grabs the chair and swings at NV, but wisely again, The Nashvillain exits out of the ring.

Yale: Sooner or later that recklessness will come back to haunt Pegasus!

SMASH!

Bryan: Well Pegasus just took his frustration out of King!

Yale: Do my eyes deceive me? Is Clyde Fox actually trying to get up?

The crowd starts a rally cheer as Clyde Fox somehow rises to his feet very slowly.

Bryan: I can’t believe it! Fox is up! He must not feel pain!

Yale: Make your move Nashvillain!

Bryan: The Nashvillain jumps up onto the apron only to be jolted off by Fox!

Yale: Pegasus smells blood JB!

Bryan: With NV down right near us, it’s two on one and Pegasus is measuring Branson King!

Yale: They can’t do this!

Bryan: Pegasus picks King up and onto his shoulders! DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! BRANSON KING JUST GOT LAID OUT!

Yale: NV is getting back up!

Bryan: FOX FALLS ON KING FOR THE PIN!

ONE…

Bryan: NV IS DIVING INTO THE RING!

TWO…

Bryan: PEGASUS BASEBALL SLIDES INTO NV!

THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The bell sounds as the crowd erupts over the victory!

Bryan: FOX AND PEGASUS WIN! Fox scores the pin right after a brutal move by Pegasus! It’s Fox’s first career win and his first in GCW! He showed a ton of bravery as no one would have ever suspected that he would have gotten up from that Banned in 48 States into the rat traps!

Yale: NO JB! Fox is a cheater, he stole Pegasus’ pin! Pegasus did the hard work and then Fox cashes in for the glory! He was just along for the ride!

Bryan: I don’t think so David! You can see that’s not the case as Pegasus attends to Fox!

Pegasus helps Fox up and promptly raises both his, and Fox’s hands in triumph!

Bryan: Both men deserve a lot of credit! Pegasus is on a roll and Fox wins his first ever match! What an exciting way to kick off Devil’s Night!

Yale: Well it was a very entertaining match JB. I will say that. But give credit to Branson King and The Nashvillain who were also spectacular and brave.

Bryan: No doubt they were, they just came up a little short tonight…

Pegasus helps Fox carry himself out of the ring and into the back as them soak in the cheers for their victory. The Nashvillain then comes into the ring and proceeds to shake his head in disappointment.

Bryan: The Nashvillain looks quite upset David.

Yale: Well wouldn’t you be if you went through a rather brutal match and lost?

Bryan: And NV is now helping his partner, Branson King up.

King gets to his feet with the help of The Nashvillain only to get kneed in the gut!

Bryan: Hey that’s uncalled for! NV just kneed his partner in the gut! And now he’s picking King up for the Southern Resurrection! Don’t do this Nash!

To the dismay of the crowd, The Nashvillain delivers his Southern Resurrection to Branson King onto the rat traps!

Bryan: Oh c’mon! There’s no sense in doing that Nash! You lost the match, it was a good try but don’t do that!

Yale: Well I guess he didn’t like his partner!

Bryan: Does NV think he’s a big man because of what he’s just done? Face first into rat traps! A devastating electric chair drop! Someone needs to get him out of here now!

Yale: Nash’s point has been proven though, you don’t cross him!

Bryan: Well as NV finally leaves the ring, well send it to the next part of our show!

The camera fades to the next scene.

Andrews: Ladies and Gentlemen this match up is a best two out of three falls match. Submission pinfall or even count out counts as a pin. This match is not over until one man has pinned the other two out of three times.

The arena lights dim as "Aerials" by System of a Down hits on the PA system.

Life is a waterfall,
We're one in the river,
And one again after the fall.

The lights return and we see Jonathan Winters stood at the top of the rampway, with a cold, stern look prominently plastered across his face.

Swimming through the void
We hear the word,
We lost ourselves,
But will we find it all?

Cause we are the ones that want to play,
Always want to go,
But you never want to stay,

The fans regard Winters as he regards them; with great indifference and makes his way down the aisle undeterred.

And we are the ones that want to choose,
Always want to play,
But you never want to lose.

Vince Howard: Introducing first…weighing in at two hundred and twenty-nine pounds…Jonathan Winters!!!

Aerials, in the sky,
When you lose small mind,
You free your life.

Winters strolls over to a corner and props himself up there, waiting for his opponent to make an appearance.


Bryan: This is going to be exciting.

Yale: Two champions and friends versus one another.

Bryan: pride of the federations on the line here.

Yale: I think it is more than just that.


Suddenly both men turn their heads towards the entrance.


Andrews: And his opponent...


The arena grows quiet as the lights all go dim and dark blue lights shadow everything as suddenly words jump on the Jumbotron with a loud thundering rumble in the back ground as images of bombs exploding and blood splatters appear on the screen.

Don't go searching for snakes you might find them!

Appears and vanishes upon screen and then words begin to speak.

Corporations will fall!

Wars will rage!

Legends will remain!

When worlds collide!

Suddenly four lightning bolts explode around the entrance reverberating outwards from the entrance and as flash strobes go off all over the arena simulating the lightning reflections and loud booms go off as thunder rolls precariously as a large shadow of a man appears in the entrance way as Suddenly two lightning bolts explode on each side of the entrance way as white phosphorous explosions light up the arena way as Slither by Metallica blasts over the PA system as Shaman stands staring down to the ring as more words jump on the Jumbotron.

He comes for you!
The master of pain!
He comes for you!
The Legend here!
He comes for you!
The cause of many wars!
He comes for you!
The one nightmare that has awakened for you!


Andrews: Hailing from Mojave, Arizona weighing in at 330 pounds...he is the GCW United States Champion.....SHAMAN!!

Bryan: And here's a guy who has made a name for himself fast in GCW.

Yale: He didn't need to make much of a name for hismelf he had already had one.

Bryan: He was known in some circles as the most sadistic S.O.B in the game.

Yale: I'm sure that was his reason.


Shaman slowly begins to make his way to the ring, and he does not pay attention to anything else. Not the crowd, nor anything else, as he seems to be staring at the ring. No words, no sounds, only staring at the unknown that only he can see as he makes his way to the ring. The words begin to appear on the Jumbotron again.

No longer restrained!
No longer managed!
No longer held back!
No longer easy on you!

Shaman reaches the steps and steps as he walks up them slowly and stands to the side of the ring ropes and presses the top rope down stepping into the ring, looking at everyone in the ring. He stares each and every person down. He seems to be challenging all of them. The words begin to ring out one last time upon the Jumbotron.

Your measure has been taken!
You have been found lacking!
You must prepare to bleed!
You must prepare for defeat!

Shaman stands stoically, eyeing the entrance way.

He is the one!
He does this for nobody!
He does this because he can!

Shaman stands in the center of the ring awaiting the start of the match.


Bryan: We are getting ready to roll with this one.

Yale: I can feel the tension in the air.

Bryan: The fans aren't even sure if they are ready to react to this.

Yale: This one will be explosive.

The referee signals for the bell and Shaman and Winters begin circling one another.


Ding Ding Ding!!


Yale: Here we go!

Bryan: Let us see some hurt bombs!

Yale: Too much Rocky man!

Bryan: But TV calls to me!

Yale: Like Taco Bell Burritos chubby!

Bryan: Hey i resemble that remark!


Shaman and Winters lock up quickly as Winters turns and executes a quick armbar on Shaman. Shaman reverses it quickly and lifts Winters up onto his tip toes as Winters steps forward and then reverses his weight slightly and spins out of it as Shaman simply lets him go and smiles as Winter smirks and they circle each other again. Shaman and Winters lock up as Shaman overpowers Winters quickly, but Winters seems to have expected this and quickly executes a drop toe hold takedown releasing the lock up. Shaman hits the mat hard, but rolls over quickly to deliver a foot to Winters midsection as he turns and jumps up quickly and nails Winters with a European uppercut rocking Winters backwards.


Yale: Great series of vollies by both men.

Bryan: Exchanging move after move like that is kind of surprising.

Yale: They are both ring veterans and technical wrestlers.

Bryan: True, but both men can take it up several notches as well.

Shaman grabs Winters and sends him to the ropes quickly as Winters comes of the ropes he ducks Shaman's clothesline attempt and stops turning around quickly executing a kick to Shaman's midsection and then executes a swinging neckbreaker on Shaman quickly as both men come down hard upon the mat. Shaman rolls to his side as Winters hurries and pushes Shaman over for the pin.

1..

2..

Yale: No Shaman kicks out with authority.

Bryan: Just as i thought too soon.

Yale: Sometimes you can hit an excess of surprise in a hurry here.


Shaman slowly gets to his feet as Winters stands quickly and helps him up further and executes an axe kick down towards Shaman's shoulders. Shaman quickly counters by grabbing the leg and turns executing a somewhat weird looking fall away slam on Winters slinging him close to the ropes. Shaman gets up quickly as Winters uses the ropes to get back to his feet. Both men quickly circle each other and lock up. This time Shaman works Winters to the corner and the referee forces them to break. Winters executes a quick elbow to Shaman's head as Shaman staggers back slightly and drops down to one knee and drives a shoulder into Winters midsection driving him back between the corner ropes.

Yale: They said this match was going to be all against either guy.

Bryan: Truth is everyone was against Shaman.

Yale: Looks like it is back and forth here.

Bryan: Talent isn't just how bad you can beat an opponent.

Yale: Veteran in ring savvy and strategy as well.

Bryan: Both these men know each other pretty well.

Shaman steps back and drags Winters out with him and grabs ahold quickly and executes a belly to belly suplex and hurries around onto Winters. Shaman hooks the leg as the referee drops down for the count.


1..

2..

Yale: Three no Winters kicks out at the last second.

Bryan: Neither man wanting to submit for the first pin!

Yale: Because you'd be behind in the count.


Shaman frowns and gets up quickly locking in a shoulder lock on Winters as he wrenches back cinching it down as he also drives a knee into the back of Winters for leverage. Winters showing obvious pain upon his face as Shaman is keeping the hold locked in using his strength and size advantage. Shaman sways Winters back and forth with his leverage causing the shoulder joint to be twisted and turned in odd directions causing more pain to Winters.


Yale: Shaman working Winters shoulder over here.

Bryan: There is a strategy here.

Yale: When you work an opponents extremities it tends to slow them down regardless.

Bryan: This means both men have scouted each other fairly well.


Winters fights and fights finally getting his legs under him and he pushes up and grimaces in pain as he forces himself up hoping to get Shaman to break the hold. Shaman suddenly reverses course and grabs Winters fully and executes a adjusted fall away slam where Winters lands on his feet and executes a snapkick hitting Shaman in the head staggering the big man towards the ropes as Winters charges him and sends him over the ropes. Winters follows Shaman right out of the ring falling between the ropes.


Yale: Both men in dangerous territory here.

Bryan: This is free for all territory.

Yale: This could be bad for both men.


Winters grabs the dazed Shaman and runs him towards the corner post full steam. Shaman hits and stays there as he holds the post for support. Winters rushes over and grabs Shaman and pulls him away from the ring post and then slams him head first into the ring apron and then turns to send Shaman into the steps, but Shaman reverses at the last minute and sends Winters sprawling as he hits the steps hard and he cartwheels over them landing hard on the arena floor. Shaman looks beaten a bit as he grabs Winters and lifts him to his feet and hoists him and drops him down chest and neck first onto the guardrail.


Bryan: Shaman fighting back now.

Yale: Shaman and Winters not giving an inch here.

Bryan: Who would have expected this much.

Yale: They are both GCW and PRIME champions for a reason.

Bryan: Both these men showing why they are stars in their respective feds.


Shaman turns and grabs Winters and sends him into the ring. Shaman slowly follows as he pulls himself up on the ring apron using the ropes to get himself up. He turns and looks at the crowd and raises his hand and turns to be met by a dropkick from Winters sending him back outside of the ring. The referee begins the count quickly this time.

1..


2..


3..

Shaman slowly makes his way back towards the ring clearing the cobwebs.

4..


5..


6..

Shaman quickly just rolls himself into the ring as Winters runs up the ropes in the corner and leaps executing a massive leg drop from the top rope down onto Shaman. Shaman is stunned from the hit as Winters drops down and rolls up Shaman as the referee drops for the count.


1..

Yale: No the referee breaks it up.

Bryan: Shaman with a foot on the ropes.

Yale: Shocking Shaman had enough presence of mind there.


Shaman slowly gets to his feet as Winters steps up his attack and executes a perfect Hurricarana on Shaman sending him to the mat hard. Shaman rolls over as Winters hits the ropes and executes a lionsault on Shaman as Shaman slowly tries to get back to his feet. Being dropped down hard Shaman rolls over to get back to his feet as Winters comes in and executes a guillotine leg drop down across Shaman's throat.


Yale: Winters stepping it up hard now.

Bryan: He knows the only way to keep Shaman down is keep him off balance.

Yale: This could get ugly fast as hell here.

Bryan: Here he comes again.


Winters with a series of strong hits and attacks on Shaman rock the big man back and forth as he tries to recover enough to get his bearings. Shaman slowly tries to get to his feet and once he reaches his vertical base from out of nowhere Winters hits The Indifference Maker on him knocking him over backwards and down on the mat. Winter runs in and hooks Shaman's leg as the referee drops for the count.

1...

2...

3...

Yale: First pin is to Winters!

Bryan: 1-0 Winters favor.

Yale: He threw Shaman to the ropes and took advantage of it.

Bryan: I think this is just beginning.


Winters drags Shaman to his feet and raises a European uppercut onto the big man. Shaman staggers, but does not fall down. Winters sends Shaman to the ropes and turns and hits the ropes himself to be leveled by a big boot from Shaman. Winters lays on the mat kind of seeing stars as Shaman elans on the ropes heavily trying to catch his breath.


Yale: Shaman stopped the momentum.

Bryan: He had to do something there.

Yale: Winters did not expect any of that guaranteed.


Shaman turns just in time to grab Winters who got to his feet. Shaman forcefully throws Winters upwards and executes an atomic drop on Winters stopping him flush. Shaman then grabs Winters around the head and executes a reverse ddt on him bring him down hard to the mat. Shaman rolls to his stomach and covers Winters as the referee drops for the count.

1..

2..

Yale: No Winters kicks out.

Bryan: Too soon for Shaman.


Winters gets dragged to his feet by Shaman as they both begin to exchange blows. Winters drops and low blows Shaman, but does not drop the big man and Winters stands up and unloads a flurry of punches to Shaman's head. Shaman leans forward slightly and casually reaches out and pokes Winters in the eyes and turns around looking at the referee as he lifts his foot backwards into Winters family jewels.


Bryan: Whatever necessary!

Yale: Shaman has always said that.

Bryan: Neither man is below anything.

Yale: Neither man wants to lose.


Shaman turns quickly and executes and uppercut into Winters throat and sends him to the ropes. Shaman then turns and hits the ropes himself and spears through Winters bringing him down hard to the mat, but pulls him back up off the mat. The crowd boos knowing Shaman could have had an easy pin attempt. Shaman then lifts Winters and brings him to the ropes and turns slinging him into them and follows behind as he stops in the center of the ring and executes a power slam. He then once again reaches down and lifts Winters to his feet and sends him into the ropes again and executes a tilt a whirl backbreaker as he sits up looking around as Winters lays motionless on the match breathing deeply.


Yale: Shaman toying with Winters?

Bryan: I don't know.



Shaman stands up lifting Winters and sends him to the ropes again this time as he lifts him he turns the move into the Desert Spike driving Winters down on his head faster than hell. Shaman quickly turns and hooks the leg as the referee begins the count.

1...

2...

3...


Bryan: Shaman with the pin.

Yale: Winters and Shaman 1-1.

Bryan: Both me are going to be going for all the marbles now needing only one pin each.

Yale: Lets do this.


Shaman falls against the ropes on the otherside of the ring still a bit fatigued as Winters slowly gets to his feet as well as they both look at each other exhausted. Both men head for the center of the ring again and begin exchanging blow after blow neither man letting up. They turn the match into a brawl trying to gain the upperhand on one another. Shaman executes a boot to the midsection doubling over Winters and grabs him sending him to the ropes. Winters grabs the ropes as Shaman charges. Winters drops down sending Shaman outside of the ring and Winters quickly follows up as he runs across the ring and hits the ropes and hoists himself up and over the top ropes executing a corkscrew plancha dive onto Shaman as both men lay out on the floor.

1..

2..

3..

Yale: The referee is making his count now.

Bryan: Man this can't happen.

Yale: Shaman is moving.

Bryan: So is Winters.

4..

5..

6..

7..

Yale: Winters is to his feet.

Bryan: So is Shaman!


Winters grabs a chair and throws it into the ring as he rolls in and Shaman grabs a chair himself and does the same following Winters into the ring fast. Both men are back on the attack on each other. Shaman drives an elbow into the side of Winters head as Winters raises a knee into Shaman midsection and then executes a chop across his chest. Shaman staggers slightly and then executes a chop of his own.

Crowd: WOOOOOO!

Winters Chops Shaman.

Crowd: WOOOOOOO!

Shaman grabs Winters by the throat and executes a two fisted sitting tiger bomb.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOH!!

Yale: Sure changed the crowd there.

Bryan: Shaman showing he has what it takes to stay toe to toe.

Yale: I don't think anyone gave Shaman half a chance in this match.

Bryan: The only man is his opponent.

Winters gets back to his feet slowly as Shaman follows doing the same. Winters is up a slight bit faster than Shaman and executes a quick series of snap kicks on Shaman and staggers the big man as he struggles to his feet. Shaman suddenly gets back up to his feet and grabs Winters pulling him in and delivers a right cross punch and then executes a few lefts and rights staggering Winters. Shaman turns and grabs the chair as he looks at the crowd and says something to them.


Bryan: Shaman is going to lose this!

Yale: He can't get DQ'd in this match!

Bryan: Look at Winters!

Winters reaches down and grabs the other chair and both men turn and swing sideways cracking each other on the side of the head with the chairs and falling to the mat in a heap. The referee looks on in shock as the crowd hits a collective gasp of breath as neither man is moving in the center of the ring. Both men are bleeding from there heads as the referee checks both men and begins to count.


1...


2...


3...


4...

Yale: Nobody is moving!

Bryan: Someone better get the paramedics.

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6...


7...


Yale: Shaman has his eyes open and is blinking.

Bryan: Winters is stirring as he is moving his arm around and he rolls to his side, but still unmoving.


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9...


10...


Ding Ding Ding!!

The referee signals for the bell as two emt's come running down to ringside and look over Shaman and Winters as both men slowly get to their feet looking around as the referee looks at both men and takes both their arms and raise them both. Shaman looks at the referee and says something and Winters nods in agreement and the referee looks at both and say something and then they both throw their arms up in frustration and turn to each other facing off once again as the referee quickly bails out of the ring.


Yale: here we go not over yet!

Bryan: Round 2 folks here we go.


Shaman says something to Winters as Winter says something back and they both nod as Shaman holds his hand out to Winters. Winters grasps the hand and they shake firmly. Both friends smile at each other and leave the ring as the crowd roars its approval as they both walk up the rampway.

Yale: Neither man could best the other tonight.

Bryan: They also both know that that could change any moment.

Yale: They are friends and respect each other.

Bryan: Respect today plan for tomorrow.

Yale: We could see them at it again very soon.

Camera fades as it shows the action going on during the match each clip shows each man fighting for an advantage. The scene fades with Shaman and Winters shaking hands.

Nick: We're back at ringside, fans, and what a contest we have lined up for you next. In only a weeks time, these two teams have established a bitter rivalry that will no doubt result in a ferocious display her tonight.

Richard: I'm sure you're losing that term 'team' lightly, Nick. Vangelus Olsig and Machiavelli St. Romani are anything but a team by traditional means.

Nick: I have to agree with you there partner. The two can't even decide on a name for their team!

Richard: And yet somehow they reign supreme as our tag team champions. I give all the credit to Vangelus Olsig, myself.

Nick: Sure you do.

"LOUD AND ANGRY" by the J. Nathan Raby/Leon J. Perniciaro Acoustic Guitar and Heavily-Edited Vocals Supergroup

The gathered masses leap to their feet as the duo of Ian Nackedy and Gildenstern make their presence known upon the entrance ramp.

Vince Howard: Coming to the ring at this time...weighing in at a combined weight of 469 pounds...Hailing from New Orleans, LA and Parts Unknown respectively...they are former NWC top 100 inductees....they are Ian Nackedy and Gildenstern....SOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNDDDDDDDD AND FUUUUUUUURRRY!

As both men ascends the steel steps, the crowd buzzes with excitement.

Nick: These two competitors should not be taken lightly by the tag champions AT ALL.

Richard: Egh...they look like wimps to me.

Nick: And why is that, Richard? Because they don't break the rules? Because they wrestle WITHIN the boundaries?

Richard: Nah...just look like wimps.

Nick: Well those wimps are former NWC Top 100 inductees, and I wouldn't be surprised if they walked out of here the new PRIME Tag Team Champions.

Richard: And if they do, it'll all be an even bigger wimp's fault. Machiavelli St. Romani.

With both members of Sound and Fury inside of the ring, the music dies down. Suddenly...

"Smile" by Sounds of Joy.

The fans extend yet another round of cheers as out walks one half of the tag team title holders, Machiavelli St. Romani.

Richard: Speaking of the wimp...

Vince Howard: And their opponents...weighing in at 226 pounds....Hailing from National Palace, Haiti...he is a former IWCP Rising Star and one half of the PRIME Tag Team Champions...he is...MAAAACHAIVELLLLLI ST. ROMMMANNNNIIIIIII!

As St. Romani reaches the middle of the ramp, his music fades and is replaced by...

"Faint" by Linkin Park.

The cheers from the crowd? Yeah...their replaced as well...with MASSIVE boos.

Vince Howard: And his partner...weighing in at 223 pounds...Hailing from Bogotá, Colombia...He is a PRIME Hall of Famer and one half of the PRIME Tag Team Champions....he is...VAAAAAAAAANGGGEEELLLLUSSSSS OOOOOOLLLLLSSSSIIIGGGG!

With no less than an evil smirk on his face, Vangelus meets his partner at the entrance ramp as the two march down to ringside.

Richard: Look at Olsig...he LOOKS like a champion, and that's why he IS a champion.

Nick: The lowest scum of a champion I've ever seen, but I digress.

Side by side like soldiers prepped for war, the tag team champions stare from the arena floor into the center of the ring where their opposition awaits. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Ian Nackedy charges forward and leaps over the top ring rope with a suicide splash to the champions...or at least one of them as Olsig foreshadows the move and yanks his partner, Romani, in front causing Machiavelli to receive the full splash solely.

Nick: Oh come on! That's your own partner for Angry Pete's sake!

Richard: That's called strategy, Nick! Only the strong survive. You read Macbeth, didn't you?

With the fans booing such a dirty betrayal of his own partner, Vaneglus quickly scurries into the inside of the ring with the Tag Belt still attached to his waste. As the 6'9 giant, Gildenstern, looms in front of him, Vangelus has no other choice but to take him on full steam.

With intensity, the PRIME Hall of Famer bounces off of the ring ropes and connects in the center of the ring with a full forced clothesline that barely causes Gildenstern to stagger. Consistent in his pursuit, Vangelus bounces off of the opposite ring ropes and attempts the same strike yet only receives the same result.

Nick: Vangelus is trying to chop down a tree and is having very minimum success to say the least.

This time, upon bouncing off of the ring ropes, Vangelus connects with a dropkick to the knee of Gildenstern which causes the big men to kneel over a bit in pain. Seeing the success of this attack as opposed to the previous causes Vangelus to bounce off of the ropes once more and connect with another dropkick to the opposing knee of Gildenstern causing him to crash down to one knee in pain.

Richard: Minimum success, you say? That's why he's called the Prince of Delusion. The guy is BRILLIANT!

At this point, Vangelus yanks off the Tag Belt from around his shoulder and charges with full force, smacking it across the forehead of the kneeled Gildenstern. The sound of gold meeting flesh echoes throughout the arena, but does not cause Gildenstern to fall. Irritated, Vangelus bounces off of the ropes in order to attempt the strike once more, but this time Gildenstern counters by extending his right arm and catching Vangelus across the neck in modern chokeslam position.

Nick: and how quickly the tides have turned! It isn't looking too good for the Hall of Famer, Olsig, at this point.

The wrath of Gildenstern's massive hand squeezing the neck of the champion causes Olsig to drop the tag belt as the monster pushes himself back up to his feet. With seemingly little effort, Gildenstern lifts Olsig up in chokeslam position only to receive a poke in the eye from the champion on his way up! Gildenstern is forced to drop Olsig back to the mat, but he keeps his hand wrapped around his neck.

Trapped with no where to go, Vangelus turns to the only method he is comfortable with...cheating. In one fatal swoop, Olsig plants his right foot square in the balls of the challenger causing him to release the grasp and thus causing Vangelus to deliver a DDT unto the fallen Tag Team title!

Richard: Those hardcore roots are starting to kick in, baby!

Nick: Vangelus Olsig spent a full year as the Intense Champion, and needless to say, making the transition back to "standard" rules hasn't been the easiest task for him.

Coughing a bit, Vangelus pushes himself back to his feet only to turn around and receive a TOP ROPE HURRICANRANA courtesy of Ian Nackedy! The move sends Vangelus Olsig halfway across the ring!

Nick: What a move!

Richard: Mediocre at best.

Nick: And the ref has just called for the b ell! This thing is officially underway!

As Olsig begins to stir, Nackedy seeks to bounce off of the ring ropes, but upon doing so he receives a knee buried into his back via the revived Machiavelli St. Romani. The strike causes Nackedy to bend over in pain, holding the lower part of his back and thus making him vulnerable to the RUNNING KNEE LIFT that Vangelus Olsig connects with!

Nick: Oh my....I think I saw a tooth fly!

Richard: It's probably filled with cavities, anyhow. Vangelus Olsig...always the humanitarian.

With Nackedy dazed in the center of the ring, Romani springboards unto the top ring rope and leaps off with a flying spinning heel kick that catches the challenger and sends him hurling across the ring, between the top and center ropes, and unto the outside floor!

Vangelus begins to reach down in order to pick up the downed Gildenstern, but Machiavelli yanks him around and begins to angrily question him about pulling him into the path of the suicide splash earlier. As the two butt heads, Gildenstern battles back to his feet and stands tall behind the arguing Vangelus Olsig.

Nick: The Monster looms! Vangelus Olsig better no turn around if he knows what's good for him!

Richard: He chopped the monster down once...he WILL do it again! Bring it Gildenstern!

With Olsig totally oblivious towards the fact, Gildenstern wraps his two massive hands around the neck of the former Intense Champion and lifts him completely off of his feet in a reversed chokeslam position. As Olsig squirms and kicks in dire need of help, Romani simply shakes his head and makes his way to his corner of the ring.

Nick: Romani serving his partner a little taste of his own medicine.

Richard: How dare he do that? That's his tag team partner, for crying out loud!

Nick: Oh right....NOW it's immoral. Give me a break.

With no help for him in his tag team partner, Vangelus is sent crashing HARD face first into the mat with a SITOUT REVERSE CHOKESLAM! The Prince of Delusion rolls around the mat in pain holding various parts of his aching body. Gildenstern isn't done with his attack, however, as he reaches down, yanks Olsig to his feet, and whips him into the ring ropes. On the rebound, Gildenstern connects with the Spine Bomb, a version of D'lo Brown's 'Sky High'! The move plants Olsig in the center of the ring, causing him to writhe in pain. The two following elbow drops courtesy of Gildenstern don't serve to help matters either.

With fury in his eyes, Gildenstern reaches down and yanks up the tag champ, delivering a few club shots to the bridge of the nose before whipping him into the corner of the ring. Charging full force, Gildenstern delivers a HUGE running body splash that nearly DECAPITATES the champion! The big man isn't done there, however, as he delivers the hardest massive open hand chop you'll ever witness in your life to the chest of Olsig, listening as the sweet sound echoes throughout the arena.

SMACK!

"WHOOOOO!"

Nick: My goodness!

SMAAAACK!

"WHOOOOO!"

Richard: He's trying to kill him! Somebody stop him!

SMAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

"WHOOOOO!"

Nick: Olsig's chest is going to be decapitated after Gildenstern is done here!

Suddenly, he tags in Ian Nackedy who comes in and delivers a hard chop of his own!

SMACK!!!!

Gildenstern feels that he can do much better, however, delivering one of his own yet again.

SMAAAAAAAAACK!

"WHOOOO!"

Before you know it, we have a full-fledged chop war going on between Sound and Fury with the crowd going insane!

Nackedy: SMACK!!!!!

Gildenstern: SMAAAAAAAAAAACK!

Nackedy: SMACK!!!

Gildenstern: SMAAAAAAAAAAACK!

Richard: This is insane! Someone stop those two idiots!

Nick: It's great, Richard!

Finally, Olsig has had enough and begins trying to battle both men in order to free himself, but the numbers game proves to be too much as Sound and Fury simply stomps and pounds him right back into the corner.

Finally, the ref steps in and orders Gildenstern back to his corner as Nackedy pulls Olsig out of the corner and whips into into the ring ropes. On the rebound, Nackedy leaps up with a huge high angle dropkick, but Olsig foreshadows the move yet again and holds on to the ropes, leaving Nackedy to catch nothing but the canvas.

Richard: The Prince of Delusion in full effect!

With Nackedy planted in the center of the ring, Olsig turns around and springboards off of the middle ring ropes, connecting with a BEAUTIFUL lionsault that swings momentum back in his favor and while hushening a former electric crowd.

Suddenly, Vangelus begins to ruthlessly choke the life out of Nackedy on the mat as the ref struggles to pull him off. Veins are literally forming through the arm of Olsig as he seeks to end the career of his challenger. A five count by the ref forces Olsig to break the maneuver as he stands to his feet before delivering a big stomp right into the bridge of Nackedy's nose.

Olsig yanks up Nackedy and hooks him in a front face lock, seeking a suplex. Ian Nackedy blocks the suplex with his leg, however, and instead sends a knee lift into the gut of the former Alias Champion before hooking his leg and countering with a fisherman suplex! Nackedy doesn't bridge the move, but instead stands to his feet and measures the champion u p for what looks to be a spear.

Nick: Nackedy set to deliver a gigantic spear.

Richard: SWERVE~! I'M CALLING IT!

As Olsig stands to his feet, Ian charges full force with the spear, but Vangelus side steps him leaving Nackedy to fly through the top and middle turnbuckle, connecting shoulder first with the ring post. A loud thud sounds throughout the arena as Ian stumbles out of the corner holding his shoulder right into the hands of a waiting Vangelus Olsig who hooks Nackedy into a tiger suplex and connects in the center of the ring!

Richard: TOLD YOU NICK! SWERVE~!~!~!

Vangelus walks over and reluctantly tags in Machiavelli St. Romani whose first instinct is to climb the top turnbuckle and connect with a SHOOTING STAR PRESS UNTO THE DOWN NACKEDY! The crowd leaps to their feet in excitement, giving St. Romani a total opposite reaction than that which they gave Olsig. St. Romani hooks the leg for the cover...

ONE!

TWO!

But Gildenstern comes in and breaks up the count with a stomp to the back of Romani's neck!

Nick: OOOHH so close!

Richard: But no cigar, of course.

Seeking to take advantage of the slowed momentum, Gildenstern reaches down and picks up Romani, whipping him into the opposite ropes. On the rebound, Gildenstern seeks to catch Romani, but using his quickness, the tag champion slides between the legs of the 6'9 monster and proceeds to the opposite set of ropes where he springboards off of the middle rope, looking for a franknesteiner.

Gildenstern catches Romani on his shoulders, however, and is set to deliver a devastating sit-out powerbomb, but Romani fights back with rights and lefts in order to break the hold. With Nackedy battling back to his feet and Gildenstern dazed from the rights and lefts, Romani stands on top of Gildenstern's shoulders and leaps off with a CROSS BODY SPLASH UNTO NACKEDY!

Nick: WHAT A MOVE! That's what I call improvisation!

Richard: Eh...it was alright.

The impact of the move causes Nackedy to roll over in pain as Machiavelli bounces back to his feet and stumbles into the ring ropes. Figuring him to be in perfect position for a clothesline over the top rope, Gildenstern takes charge. St. Romani see's the big men charging forward, however, and manages to duck in time while also pulling down the top rope thus sending Gildenstern crashing unto the arena floor below.

As Gildenstern uses the ring apron to pull himself back up to his feet, Machiavelli is prepping himself for yet another high risk maneuver. He grabs the top rope, squats, springboards, and nails a perfect flipping senton unto Gildenstern that sends the crowd into a frenzy and both competitors crashing unto the concrete floor.

Nick: with as many high flyers as we have in the ring tonight, we can only expect things to get a bit aerial, and so far it's done just that.

On the outside, Gildenstern and St. Romani battle back to their feet simultaneously, allowing Ian Nackedy to take them both out as he comes flying off of the top turnbuckle with a FLYING CROSS BODY! All three men are laid out on the floor!

Richard: And Nackedy hits one of his own!

Never one to be outperformed, Olsig scurries near the action and ascends the top turnbuckle. With all men having battled to their feet, Olsig leaps off and connects with a TOP ROPE SHOOTING STAR PRESS THAT TAKES OUT ALL THREE COMPETITORS!

Needless to say, the crowd is sent into a frenzy!

Richard: That's what I'm talking about, Olsig! Show them how it's done, baby!

Having taken the less of the punishment, Olsig is first back to his feet. Immediately, he yanks up Ian Nackedy, wanting nothing to do with the giant Gildenstern. Vangelus irish whips Nackedy into the barricade and watches as the challenger's back smacks the rail with relentless force. Following this attack, Vangelus charges forward, but Nackedy ducks the charge and back body drops the Tag Champion over the rail, sending him smacking the concrete grounding of the crowd HARD!

Nick: What a sickening thud. Olsig smacked that concrete hard.

Richard: Aw shucks. That's like a tickle to him.

With Vangelus laid out, Nackedy springboards unto the barricade, prepared to execute a dangerous high risk maneuver until all of the sudden, St. Romani comes in and swoops the standing Nackedy unto his shoulders in an electric chair position. A few shots to the skull by Nackedy weaken Romani, however, allowing Nackedy to flip forward and execute a hurricanrana that sends Romani crashing skull first INTO THE STEEL RING POST!

Romani stumbles backwards from the blow RIGHT INTO A BIG BOOT FROM GILDENSTERN THAT NEARLY BEHEADS HIM!

Nick: GOODNESS! St. Romani almost had his head completely knocked off of his shoulders with that one.

Richard: His head is like...a tiger. So, he'd still be able to fight for a week...right?

Nick: That's a cockroach, genius.

Nackedy reaches down and yanks up Romani by the mask before tossing him back inside of the ring. When inside, Nackedy delivers a stiff soccer kick to the skull of Romani! Afterwards, he drops a hard elbow against the throat of St. Romani before turning the champion over and punishing him with club shots to the back of his neck.

With Romani seemingly down and out, Nackedy ascends to the top turnbuckle in order to perform a little high risk. As he's preparing to take the big leap, however, Olsig hops unto the ring apron out of nowhere and grabs his leg.

It takes a few tries, but Nackedy finally manages to kick Olsig off of him. He has, however, wasted enough time for Romani to fight back to a vertical base and amazingly leap unto the same top turnbuckle as Nackedy! Romani quickly hooks Nackedy for what looks to be a belly to belly suplex, but out of nowhere Gildenstern comes and wraps his massive hand around the already weakened neck of Romani as he stands on the turnbuckle, causing him to loosen his grip on Nackedy. Once fully loosened, Gildenstern amazingly CHOKESLAMS ROMANI OFF OF THE TURNBUCKLE DOWN TO THE MAT!

Nick: The monster lives! What a chokeslam!

With Romani flat on his back, Nackedy regathers himself and performs a stunning TOP ROPE ELBOW DROP worthy of even a Randy Savage-cringe. Nackedy quickly makes the cover!

ONE!!

TWO!!

BUT OLSIG LEAPS OFF OF THE TOP RING ROPE WITH A SPRINGBOARD LEG DROP THAT BREAKS THE PIN!

Richard: Look at that boy! Simply stunning, I tell you!

Frustrated by the interference, Gildenstern inserts himself into the match and immediately seeks to take out Olsig with a clothesline, but Vangelus ducks the move and begins to rock the big man with right hands that all serve to back him closer and closer against the ropes. Once against the ropes, Vangelus begins to lay into him like a boxer before leaping up and performing a BEAUTIFUL Shining Wizard that sends Gildenstern between the top and middle rope and unto the ring apron!

With the monster trying to pull himself up on the apron, Vangelus seeks to continue his attack with a top rope maneuver unto Gildenstern. As he ascends the top rope, however, Nackedy runs up behind him, springboards unto the top turnbuckle and executes an AMAZING GERMAN SUPLEX OFF OF THE TOP ROPE!

Nick: HOLY MOTHER OF PEARL! What a move!

Richard: Mother....of pearl?

Once they hit the mat, Nackedy amazingly keeps the move bridged awaiting a count from the ref, but the ref refuses to make the count, stating that Olsig is not the legal man!

Nackedy immediately releases the bridge and begins to argue with the ref. What he doesn't realize, however, is that he has set himself up perfectly for St. Romani who sneaks up behind and tackles Nackedy to the mat by his shoulder and applies THE LEOPARDS CLAW! (Crippler Crossface).

Nick: He's got it locked in! The Leopard's Claw! He's got that Crippler crossface tightly applied!

Richard: Come on, Nackedy! Tap so Vangelus can remain the tag team champion!

Nick: You know that ultimately means Romani will retain as well, right?

Richard: Ah well...can't win them all.

The crowd is in a frenzy as Romani pulls like a mad man on the Leopard's Claw. Nackedy's screeching screams scratch the arena surfaces as pain is clearly evident. He reaches for the ropes, but to no avail as Machiavelli continues to stretch the Leopard's Claw.

Nick: The expression upon Nackedy's face tells the story in full! Pain is evident

Richard: TAP! COME ON...TAAAPPP!!

As Nackedy holds on for dear life, Vangelus Olsig charges towards Gildenstern who is standing on the ring apron seeking to eliminate the giant from the equation. As he approaches, however, Gildenstern snags the hall of famer by the neck with his two massive hands and literally lifts him out of the ring, over the top ring rope, and slams him HARD unto the concrete floor while still standing on the apron!

Nick: GRACIOUS! He tossed Olsig like a rag doll!

Nackedy looks to be on the verge of a tap out until Gildenstern enters the ring and stands over the laid body of Romani, raising his arms high in the air. Afterwhich, Gildenstern sits on Romani, grabbing th champions ears, twisting them and screaming like a madman!

Nick: There's THE BASKETWEAVER~! THE BASKETWEAVER~!

Richard: But Romani hasn't released that Leopard's Claw!

Realizing that St. Romani isn't going to release the hold that easily, Gildenstern releases the ears and delivers a HUGE club shot into the face of Romani causing him to release the hold!

Gildenstern yanks Romani up and places him in Pedigree position, except he puts his leg over the back of Romani's neck before driving him into the mat with the Superhero Driver!

Richard: The Superhero Driver! Hot Damn, it's gotta be over!

With Romani motionless, Gildenstern drags Nackedy's arm over the champion as the referee makes the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The crowd explodes.

Nick: They've done it!

Vince Howard: The winners of this match.....and NEW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS.....SOOOOOUUUUNNNNDDD AND FUUUUUUUURRRRYYYY!!!!!

Richard: TELL ME IT ISN'T SO!?! VANGELUS IS NO LONGER THE TAG CHAMPION AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF THAT WIMP ROMANI!

Nick: Romani gave his best effort, Richard. Tonight, however, is Sound and Fury's night. THEY ARE THE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!

Richard: Stop saying that, Nick!

Nick: THEY ARE THE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!

Richard: Stop it, Nick!

Nick: And fans, we have a night full of action still ahead of us. What a night it's going to be. And don't forget...Sound and Fury...THE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!

Richard: I hate you soooo much.

Devil's Night or whatever finds itself shockingly in a drunken haze backstage. On it's amble about it finds Phil Akten and his agent, manager and sole friend Dirk Dickwood standing outside the makeshift arena office of the GCW matchmakers.

Atken: I can't believe we're not allowed in, not even after I offered to...

Dickwood: I think that's the very reason WHY we're not allowed in the room. Especially offering to do it for five dollars. What the hell where you thinking?

Atken: I was thinking she looked homely and would go for it. I'm a certified genius, I normally have a great sense for these sort of things.

Dickwood: Why were we barging in the office anyway?

Atken: Well I was sitting in bed last night while Bjorneska serviced me and I had one of those moments. What do you call them, you know... sounds like percussion.

Dickwood: An epiphany?

Atken: Sounds right.

Dickwood: That sounds nothing like percussion, not even in the slightest.

Atken: Irregardless indubitably henceforthsooth, it was a true moment of clarity. I realised that quite simply the GCW bookers are complete and total drooling mongoloids and accidentally gave my title shot of the US Title to the filthy drunken janitor immigrant who thinks punching people really hard in the face is wrestling.

Dickwood: In his defense, you think kicking people in the balls constantly is wrestling.

Atken: It is when I win. I mean, let's think about this logically, why would I be booked in a match last week with a bunch of worthless non-names with point five of a percent of a personality between then for a chance to face Tyson DeBough when I already beat him. I mean that would just be mind numbingly retarded. I mean I'm a certified superstar, literally. I have the certificate at home to prove it.

Dickwood: Isn't that written in crayon.

Atken: They don't let the employees at the Superstar Institute work with anything sharper, but it's a completely legitimate certificate. I mean I don't know why it wasn't more obvious to me at the time, Holl-AND, Atk-EN. I mean both end in the letter n, it's easy to see why the monkeys throwing feces at the wall in the room next door would make that sort of mistake. I mean why else would you book a foul smelling hobo for a US Title match, especially when you have the option of giving it to an Entertainment Saviour. Did I mention that I'm certified in that too? The point is, clearly much like his mother giving birth to him, Holland getting the title match was one big mistake.

"What the fuck?!"

Dickwood: Oh dear.

Atken turns to find a rather scruffy looking gentleman walking toward him, anger painted on the man's face like someone was in a hurry to finish off the paint.

Holland: You know, I can let the petty jealousy shit go, but the moment you want to bring my mother into this...

Rolling up the sleeves on his shirt as he walks, Holland's face contorts as if he was just struck in the nuts.

Atken: If you were paying any attention you would know that I wasn't talking about you, but about a wrestler named Ray Holland. Now, I'll ignore your eavesdropping, so long as you promise to wander into traffic and then simply die.

Standing inches away from each other, it's Dickwood that interjects.

Dickwood: He is Ray Holland.

Atken: Oh.

He turns to his manager and shrugs his shoulders like he has no clue what to do next.

Atken: Sorry, you look like the janitor.

Taking a sniff, his nose scrunching up a few times, Atken shudders.

Atken: Smell like one as well.

Holland: You know what, you've got a big mouth that needs to be shut...

Atken: Many have tried, more have failed. It's a gift if you ask me.

Ray just smiles, then nods in Atken's direction.

Holland: I'll be seeing you in the ring in a bit. We'll see what I can do about that.

Holland turns and walks back toward where he was.

Atken: What did he mean by seeing me in the ring?

Dickwood: He's tagging with Tessa in that triple tag team match you're in.

Atken: Oh...

So far this event has been a sounding success. Despite the rumblings of smarks, that expected something more from these two promotions holding events in the same venue, the show started off with a bang and has continued to rise since then. Of course, there's always something that goes wrong... Always. This week, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that seeing Devin Shakur and Tony Gamble walking down the backstage corridor might not turn out well.

Tony Gamble: So I told him, "Sonny, dude, you got this thing in the bag. Don't look at this as your last shot, think of it as your crowning moment."

Next to him Devin nods in agreement.

Devin Shakur: You think he can take her this time?

Tony Gamble: I sure hope so. I got fifty bucks riding on his ass. Besides, if he chokes this time, he'll never live it down. He doesn't need all that extra stress, especially with that thinning hairline of his.

Devin's lips form an 'O' as he turns to his comrade in crime.

Devin Shakur: You saw that too? Man, I didn't want to say anything, but he's getting a fivehead, foh reelz!

It's Tony's turn to nod in agreement as they make a turn around a corner.

Tony Gamble: Man, you'd think they'd have a vending machine somewhere, foh reelz! I need a Monster bad.

Devin Shakur: Were you just mocking me?

Tony stops walking, turns to Shakur and throws up his arms.

Tony Gamble: Seriously, dude, not everything is about you. You need to stop being so Emo all the time.

Devin Shakur: But that's what I do.

Tony nods, shrugs his shoulders and starts to walk again.

Tony Gamble: It's okay, I was mocking you. But seriously...

Devin Shakur: Seriously?

Tony Gamble: Seriously.

Devin Shakur: Seriously!

Tony Gamble: I'm not playing this game, man.

Devin Shakur: What game? I thought you were mocking me again, because I asked if you were serious about mocking me.

Tony's eyebrows arch high as he turns to face his buddy.

Tony Gamble: Yeah, you lost me.

Devin Shakur: Whatever. Look, I'm gonna head back to the locker room. Sonny's bound to find out we're not spotting him sooner or later.

Tony shrugs his shoulders.

Tony Gamble: I don't know. He's in the zone right now, man. He probably wouldn't notice you spinning around a pole butt naked with whipped cream on your chest.

Devin grabs Tony by the arm and spins him around.

Devin Shakur: Sunny showed you that tape?!

The confused look on Gamble's face causes Devin to chuckle nervously.

Devin Shakur: HA! Got you.

Tony Gamble: Right. Look, I'm gonna die if I don't get one of those energy drinks. Hey, you.

Tony walks up to a man heading his direction.

Tony Gamble: Where's the damn vending machines around here, stupid cows from GCW practically raided the... Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have a stain on my shirt?

The man staring at him is not some random backstage techie guy that gets abused on a regular basis but never even gets a common "John, Mark, or Peter" name thrown on him because no one wants to even bother. No, this man just happens to be a member of the GCW roster. PRIME, allow us to introduce Ray Holland.

Who?

Exactly.

Ray Holland: You're not wearing a shirt.

Tony Gamble: Figure of speech. Just trying to figure out why you're looking at me like I'm a piece of chicken.

Just then, Michael Blaze runs out from one of the rooms and screams.

Michael Blaze: FRIED CHICKEN~!

And just like that he's gone.

Ray Holland: Well, I just so happen to be one of those GCW cows you were talking about.

Tony Gamble: So you admit it. I knew i wasn't the only one thinking that Vivica had some fat thighs. And don't get me started on the champ... Am I right?

He nudges Holland on the arm playfully, like the two have known each other for years. Devin's fists have balled up, and his once merry- Okay, now who am I kidding, Devin was never merry. He started brooding MORE is what he did.

Ray Holland: You're quite the character, you know. I'll tell you what. I'll give you until the count of five to apologize, unless you don't mind me taking that smile off your face the hard way.

Holland sneers, then spits a few inches in front of Tony's feet. Tony reaches to his left and halts Devin's advance, smiling like he has this all sorted out.

Tony Gamble: I bet you can't even count that high.

Ray Holland: One.

Tony rolls his eyes.

Tony Gamble: I've seen two year olds who can do that.

Holland's lip quivers in anger, but he never takes his eyes off of either man.

Ray Holland: Two.

Tony Gamble: I'm already on like ten, at this rate we'll be here all day.

Ray's nostrils flare, his fingers balling up into fists.

Ray Holland: Three.

Tony throws his arms up to slow the big man down, if he could get any slower of course.

Tony Gamble: Okay, before you hurt yourself from thinking too hard. Let me just say that I apologize on behalf of PRIME for all of the bad things we've ever said about you.

Devin's usually somber face is stricken with surprise.

Devin Shakur: What the hell?

Tony winks an eye as he nods his head.

Tony Gamble: There, it's done. You happy now?

Ray Holland: You might think this is a joke, punk, but I ain't laughing.

He shoves Gamble aside with a hand on his shoulder, continuing to wherever he was going in the first place.

Devin Shakur: Dude, we could've taken him.

Tony laughs.

Tony Gamble: I know.

Devin Shakur: Then why did you apologize?

Tony lifts his hand in front of Shakur and laughs.

Tony Gamble: Hello, I had my fingers crossed.

And yes, indeed he does.

Andrews: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a no disqualification, falls count everywhere match.

Lights go out in the arena. A series of red and orange flashes of light start to eminate from behind the entrance's frame as the screen shows a camera moving through the streets. A beat is heard though the arena in time with the flashes. They get faster and faster. Finally, the camera goes into the arena and all the way to the Gorilla Position before all the lights go out again.

"Pain Redefined" starts to play as the screen comes back and shows various scenes of Dorian Ryan from his previous tenure in GCW.

Andrews: Making his way to the ring first, from Minneapolis, Minnesota……

Dorian Ryan appears in the entranceway, wearing plain black tights with black and white boots. He starts to make his way to the ring, keeping his gaze fixated at his place of battle.

Andrews: DORIAN RYAN!

As Dorian makes his way to the ring, he climbs up the steel ring steps and then slingshots over the top rope. He then slumps down into the corner and awaits for the bell to start the match.

Bryan: Dorian Ryan has come to the ring and have only one thing in mind, beating Nitz Donnelly within an inch of his life.

Parker: He needs to learn to lighten up.

"Rawkfist" starts to play in the arena taking the place of "Pain Redefined" as Nitz Donnelly starts to make his way to the ring as well. The fans aren’t very appreciative of Donnelly.

Andrews: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts….

Donnelly quickly enters the ring and laughs at Dorian Ryan, who is sitting in the corner.

Andrews: This is NITZ DONNELLY!

Bryan: Nitz Donnelly is looking real confident in this match.

Parker: Well, yeah. After all, he’s coming into this match fresh. Dorian Ryan is in the ring for the second time tonight.

Donnelly and Ryan both walk towards the center of the ring. They are both jawing at each other, and looking at the PRIME referee that’s been assigned to this match. Neither of them seems to be backing down from their words. As Nitz and Dorian keep getting closer and closer to each other, you can tell that the words are getting even more heated.

Bryan: These two are getting started with a nice war of words between the two of them.

Parker: They shouldn’t be talking; they should be kicking the shit out of each other.

The words continue getting more heated when Nitz finally gives a hard shove to the chest that only knocks Dorian back a little bit. Dorian again gets up to Nitz and is not right in his face. The two of them continue to jaw at each other. Nitz again shoves Dorian, who responds with a double leg take down that takes the brash loudmouth to the mat.

Bryan: No tie up this time, Dorian went straight for the takedown.

Parker: It’s about time we get some action from these two.

Dorian takes a top mount and starts to rain down on Donnelly with hard right hands. Nitz tries to cover up and block as many of the blows as he can. The referee is just standing around watching this as the fans are starting to chant.

Fans: Dorian, Dorian, Dorian.

Bryan: The fans are starting to get behind the GCW representative in this match as he keeps pounding away at Nitz Donnelly.

Parker: You have to get him broken off from this. Referee, you’ve got to do something.

Bryan: You know, I’d much rather have Dave doing this.

Parker: Well, give it up. You got me instead for this match.

Nitz is finally able to get a few shots in on Dorian’s rib cage to get him off from the mount. Nitz shows his athleticism early in the match as he kips up with seemingly no effort and is quickly into an attack posture. Instead of Dorian charging into an attack, he just stands there and gives a golf clap before giving a ‘come hither’ motion towards Nitz.

Bryan: Dorian Ryan is attempting to get into the head of Nitz Donnelly early in the match.

Parker: Well, we all know that Donnelly isn’t going to fall for that, just like he’s not going to take any offer that your boss will give him and show up on WorldWide next week.

Donnelly and Ryan start to circle each other in the ring. Every moment or so, either one of them will feign a single leg takedown to get a measure of what the other wrestler is going to do. Eventually, as Nitz goes for a takedown, he gets caught with a kick to the jaw for the troubles. Donnelly grabs his jaw in pain as he backs up into the ropes. Dorian doesn’t give him much time to recover from the kick before he charges in and the two of them go over the top and to the floor.

Bryan: Well, it looks like things are really going to pick up.

Parker: Yeah, Nitz picking up Dorian’s skull each and every time he slams it into the concrete.

Both Donnelly and Ryan get back to their feet at just about the same time, but Donnelly is first to the draw as he hits a hard right hand to the former GCW US Champion’s forehead. Donnelly the grasps a front waist lock and sends Dorian back first into the corner ring post.

Bryan: What do you call that Richard? To me, that’s trying to hurt another wrestler.

Parker: Well, that’s why this is a no disqualification, falls count anywhere match. The only rule is that there are no rules.

Bryan: And if Dorian Ryan did the same thing, you would be crying foul.

Nitz shows some of his strength as he lifts Dorian up onto his shoulder and backs up a step. Donnelly charges into the post, attempting to ram Ryan face first into it. The man once known as Deadpool slithers out and allows Nitz to crash shoulder first into the post.

Bryan: Dorian Ryan with a big reversal there. Had Donnelly hit that, we might have seen the match end right then and there.

Parker: Dorian Ryan got lucky. Nitz’s grip just slipped there a bit.

Bryan: Maybe he should have brought a rosin bag with him to the ring then.

Dorian doesn’t waste any time launching a hard right hand into Donnelly’s jaw. Ryan hits a second hard right before grabbing Nitz and attempting an Irish Whip into the railing. Nitz reverses, and sends Dorian into the unforgiving steel. Nitz is quick to charge in and hit a clothesline that takes both men over the railing at ringside and into the front row.

Bryan: These guys aren’t going to be content keeping this in the ring tonight.

Parker: Never are, never will.

Nitz beats Dorian back to his feet and catches him with a hard boot to the midsection. Nitz then takes a commemorative seat that one fan had vacated and hit Dorian in the back with it. As Dorian writhes in pain from the shot, Donnelly comes down with a second shot with the chair. This staggers Dorian quite a bit. Nitz goes for a third chairshot.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

And every man in the arena is in a lot of pain as Dorian Ryan hits a low blow to keep from getting hit with the chair a third time. Dorian hits a second low blow to stagger Nitz a little more before getting back to his feet. Ryan then picks up the chair that Nitz had dropped and tosses it back to Nitz, who instinctively catches it.

Bryan: Dumbass.

Without a waste of motion, Dorian finds himself hitting a jumping back kick to the chair, sending the cold steel and warm foam padding right into Nitz’s face. Dorian, again knowing that he didn’t have time to waste, goes for a quick cover.

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Bryan: Nitz Donnelly gets a shoulder up at the last second. Had Dorian hooked the leg, I don’t think this match would be continuing.

Parker: That’s because like the rest of GCW, Dorian Ryan is a rather uncivilized cretin that probably would be willing to have sex with his sister.

Bryan: His sister is dead, you ass.

Parker: Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t have sex with her.

Dorian is slow to get to his feet, but he picks the chair back up to wait for Nitz to get back to his feet. The fans are cheering, because they know that Dorian is going to do something that is going to possibly shut Nitz up, permanently. Only, the fans were going to have to wait, because Nitz returned the favor from earlier, hitting a low blow on Dorian and then pulling him down with a rather sloppy looking DDT.

Bryan: With a DDT like that, I really doubt that Nitz is going to become an addition to the GCW locker room.

Parker: What did you expect? He had a chair kicked in his face only a few moments ago.

Nitz goes for the cover.

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Kickout.

Bryan: One thing that you have to say about Dorian Ryan, is that no matter what, he has guts.

Parker: No matter what, he’s an inbred moron.

Nitz brings Dorian back to his feet, and starts to drag him up the steps to one of the walls separating the lower bowl from the upper bowl. As they get up there, Nitz slams Dorian’s head into the hard concrete. A little bit of red is visible on the wall as Nitz pulls Dorian back.

Parker: Look how easy he bleeds.

Bryan: Let me ram your head into a wall, see if I can get you to bleed.

With blood starting to trickle from Dorian’s forehead, Nitz slams Dorian back into the concrete dividing wall. More blood is now flowing from Dorian’s head as he’s slammed into the wall a third time. Nitz, seeing as this is as good of a chance as any to inflict as much punishment as he can on a wrestler that just might be a future co-worker, hits a hard left hook into Dorian’s exposed kidney area.

Parker: Well, I think that if we do post show blood tests, that Dorian won’t be able to take the option of blood or urine.

Bryan: Nitz Donnelly is just sick. He doesn’t want to win this match. He’s content in injuring Dorian Ryan to get a contract offer from Steven Caldera.

Parker: It’s a pity that your GCW wrestlers injure so easily.

The referee reprimands Donnelly about the shot to the kidneys, but can’t do anything else about it. Nitz then attempts to slam Dorian’s head into the wall again, but this time, Dorian is able to get his hands up and block the attempts before firing off a pair of elbows into Donnelly’s midsection and slamming him into the wall.

Bryan: Dorian Ryan is fighting back.

Parker: Yeah, Oedipus Rex is trying to fight his way out of a paper bag.

Bryan: You know, if Dorian Ryan was a PRIME Wrestler, you would be supporting him right now.

Parker: Actually, even if Dorian Ryan were a PRIME Wrestler, I’d still hate him.

Dorian slams Donnelly’s head into the wall again, and again. A little bit of blood is on Nitz’s forehead, possibly picked up from the wall itself, as it’s smeared with Dorian Ryan’s blood. Dorian fires off a hard right that catches Donnelly square in the jaw.

Bryan: That’s the heart of this kid showing. He doesn’t know when to quit.

Parker: That’s because they don’t teach how to be smart in North Carolina public schools.

Dorian Ryan takes Nitz and pulls him towards the corridor that enters into the concourse that runs around the arena. The fans out there that thought that this was going to be a popcorn match are about to get the biggest surprise of their lives.

Parker: Get them back in the arena. I can’t see Nitz Donnelly in all his greatness.

Bryan: You’re afraid that Nitz is going to get injured at the Mezzanine Level Nacho Cart, aren’t you?

Parker: Well, since they are going out there, can the cameraman following them bring me back a Supreme Nacho with extra jalapenos.

Bryan: You are too much.

Parker: Eat it, JB.

Bryan: What did you say?

Parker: I meant the Nachos, when they get back here.

Nitz and Dorian finally emerge from the curtain they were behind and into the view of the fans that are waiting to purchase merchandise at the souvenir kiosk. Dorian takes Nitz and throws him over the counter and into where the merchandise is.

Parker: I don’t think that Hoyt Williams would want Dorian to bleed on his brand new white Hoyt Williams T-Shirt.

Bryan: Right now, I think that’s the last of anyone’s worries.

Nitz, seeing the fury in Dorian Ryan’s eyes as the angry GCW star climbs over the counter, uses one of the merchandise ladies to try and shield himself. Dorian isn’t too impressed, as he rips the lady from Donnelly’s clutches. Unfortunately, Dorian didn’t realize that Nitz had picked up a can of something and smashed it over Dorian’s head, spraying everyone that was waiting in line.

Parker: Nitz Donnelly has just opened up a Can of Whoop Ass on Dorian Ryan.

Bryan: What?

Parker: That’s a can of Whoop Ass Energy Drink.

The now Citrus Flavored Dorian Ryan staggers back after being hit with that can and didn’t notice another thing that Nitz Donnelly had picked up. A replica of the GCW World Championship and slams it right into the cut on Dorian Ryan’s forehead. This takes Dorian to the ground. Nitz notices his reflection in the polished face of the belt, and sees the blood there.

Parker: This isn’t good; you don’t bloody a beautiful face like that.

Bryan: Why don’t you just go marry him?

Nitz grabs the bottle of water that a kid at the front of the line was holding and pours it on his forehead. Nitz then tosses the bottle into the crowd before taking a Lia Ambrosi tee shirt and drying his face with it. Looking at the belt again, he notices that the blood was gone and that there were no cuts on him. He smiles and tosses the T-Shirt into the crowd.

Parker: That T-Shirt just became the most wanted piece of GCW merchandise of all time, after being used to dry off Nitz Donnelly.

Bryan: Please.

Nitz Donnelly climbs up onto the counter as Dorian Ryan starts to get to his feet. Dorian is doubled over and holding the back of his head as Nitz Donnelly comes off the counter and hits Dorian Ryan’s Sidewinder, slamming Dorian into a box of Lindsay Troy T-Shirts.

Parker: What is Dorian Ryan doing? He’s ruining those T-shirts by bleeding all over them.

Bryan: I would have to say that it’s definitely an improvement.

Nitz Donnelly grabs a disposable camera and hands to a merchandise lady to take his picture as he puts his foot on Dorian Ryan’s chest for the cover.

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Parker: She must have been contracted by GCW, getting that picture of Dorian Ryan kicking out.

Bryan: I think that I might have to buy that camera.

Nitz is at this point, not very pleased, as he drags Dorian Ryan back to his feet and places him on the counter as Nitz also climbs up. Donnelly calls for the end and starts to place Dorian in the position for the Pride Before The Fall.

Parker: This move is so fucking beautiful and deadly.

Bryan: Come on Dorian, snap out of it!

Just as Nitz calls for it, Dorian snags Nitz and hits a Northern Lights Suplex, that not only slams Nitz into the corner, but drives him crotch first into one of the poles that’s holding the kiosk’s canopy up.

Bryan: Nitz will be feeling that in the morning.

Parker: I’m feeling it right now. Dorian Ryan is just proving how uncivilized and barbaric GCW wrestlers can be.

Bryan: Oh, don’t give me that!

Parker: You’re telling me that over a year ago, Dorian Ryan didn’t have a match where the object was to nearly drown his opponent.

Bryan: Yeah, you got me there.

Dorian doesn’t bridge out on the Suplex for the pin, but instead, rolls off and into the fans that are still waiting to buy overpriced PRIME and GCW merchandise. He regains his bearings and walks over to where Nitz Donnelly’s feet are.

Parker: Oh, you’ve got to be kidding. This is cruel and unusual. Is this how you treat a guy that you want on your roster?

Bryan: I don’t think that there are many people currently in GCW that want Nitz Donnelly to be on the roster, and I’m pretty sure you can include Dorian Ryan on that list as well.

Dorian grasps Nitz’s ankles and has a small grin on his face. You can see that his left eye is starting to swell from where he was nailed with the can earlier. Dorian starts to lean back and Nitz is flailing his arms in pain. The referee is over to see if Nitz wanted to tap out.

Bryan: In a match where everything is legal, Dorian Ryan has found a rather interesting submission hold.

Parker: Disqualify him, he’s attempting to end Nitz’s ability to have kids……or enjoy sex for that matter.

Nitz shows no indication that he’s going to tap out, so Dorian gives a quick pull on Nitz’s legs. Every man in the arena and watch at home are now cringing as Nitz Donnelly sits up and wraps his arms around the pole, a tear streaming down his eye.

Bryan: I think that Dorian Ryan should call that move the Tearjerker.

Parker: I think that the referee should call that move highly illegal.

Dorian releases Nitz’s ankles and walks away from him for a moment. What he doesn’t notice is that Nitz has started to get back to his feet rather gingerly from being crotched on the pole. As soon as Dorian turns back around, he sees that Nitz has already taken to the air, and catches Dorian with the reverse DDT variation of the Sixth Sense, driving Dorian hard into the concrete. Nitz makes the cover.

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DING DING

Andrews: The winner of this match, NITZ DONNELLY!

We head to the back where the trainers are done looking at Dorian Ryan, who had recieved numerous stitches to his face and head after his match with Nitz Donelly earlier in the evening.

Dorian: Well, after what you did, I never thought that I would see you anywhere near me.

The camera pans around to see Tessa Windsor looking in the doorway.

She appears to have been caught off guard by Dorians attention. While she was the one looking in on him, she was hoping that he wouldn’t see her.

Tessa: I just wanted to make sure everything was alright. Is that so wrong?

Dorian: Let's see, taking my feet out from under me during a match, that had I not hit the apron first, I could have seriously been hurt. Not really a good way of saying welcome back.

She offers him nothing more than a shrug of her shoulders.

Tessa: What can I say? It’s everyone for them selves out there. You weren’t expecting me to go easy on you just because you helped me out with Ascension, were you?

Dorian: No, I thought that you weren't reckless enough to do something that would end up nearly getting another person killed.

It was true that she could have indeed killed him, or his career. Sadly enough, she didn’t seem to care about that in the least. Rather than offer him an apology, she shrugs her shoulders once more.

Tessa: Ring rust, I guess. I wasn’t exactly trying to do that. But maybe you should have kept a better guard.

Dorian: Better guard, I'm standing on a rope that is less than an inch thick, wrapped in rubber casing, made by some Taiwanese sweatshop worker for only 3 cents an hour. How in the hell am I going to have a better guard?

Tessa: There are ways to; obviously you just haven’t figured them out.

Dorian: Obviously, you don't wrestle at a mile a minute.

He had her there. But rather than acknowledge that, she jumped back a few points.

Tessa: I can’t help that, Dorian. Everyone is out for themselves out there. I saw an opportunity, I took it. You can’t possibly tell me you wouldn’t do the same.

Dorian: No, I would have made sure that you landed on your feet and back. I actually do care about my fellow wrestler.

For the second time this evening, Tessa’s defense went into overdrive, and transformed her into a prissy little bitch.

Tessa: It didn’t seem like you cared much for Donnelly’s health out there.

Dorian swings his legs off the table, showing the mass of black, blue and red that marks his face.

Dorian: That was different, it was personal. Like what you see. Because the devil came out tonight.

Tessa: Please forgive me. I didn’t realize its okay to channel the devil to win, but totally wrong to go out there and try to win by giving it your all. That’s totally my fault there. You’ll have to remind me of that next time I go on out there. As a matter of fact, I’ll try to remember that tonight when I’m getting my ass handed to me. How’s that sound?

Dorian: That isn't going to happen. Because it's not personal for you. You aren't willing to reach down into the places that you don't want to talk about. You don't have the need to find that place within you. Tessa, if you even have that place, you're too scared to go there.

Surprisingly, she didn’t seem to care that he once close friend was nearly calling her out. Instead, she looked him in the eye and dared him to push her further.

Tessa: Because I don’t need to go there to win matches. All I need is to get my ass back into shape.

Dorian: I didn't go there to win a match. I went there to inflict punishment. Now if you don't mind, I have another match to get ready for.

Of course, as with a lot of things lately, she feels the need to get the last word in.

Tessa: Go on then, be like that. All because I tried to win a match. Thanks for the support.

Dorian doesn’t bother to even bat an eyelash at her as he leaves. Whatever it was she was blabbing on about could not have been that important, based on all the crap she had just spewed out. She was certainly not the same woman who had led the Ascension just one year back. Not the same at all.

"Shadows" by 12 Stones announces a big entrance from a big ol’ fella. The crowd pops for the Israeli goliath and he heeds the call, stepping out from behind the curtain. White and blue pyro explodes loudly, but Titan seems unaffected by the extravagant entrance. As per usual, stoic only begins to describe his manner.

Nick: We’ve got a good one next, folks.

Richard: Good for who? How far ye have fallen, Tsonda!

Nick: If you know anything about Titan St. James, you’ll remember that he beat Tchu at Colossus IV, then got a whiff of the Uni Title during the Roulette match. He comes to play when the lights are brightest.

Titan’s long stride carries him quickly down the ramp. He steps over the rope while the ring announcer starts his schpiel.

Vince Howard: The first competitor…he hails from Jerusalem, Israel…weighing in at 395 pounds, PRIME’s biggest superstar…TITAAAAAAAAAAAN SAINT JAMES!

Another sizeable pop at the formal introduction.

Nick: You probably won’t see it tonight, but these two men went from enemies to…well, not quite enemies.

Richard: Tsonda will still win at any cost. You just watch.

Nick: Easier said than done. He’s facing a mountain of a man.

I said ‘kiss me, you’re beautiful
These are truly the last days’"

That weathered old voice transitions into an acoustic guitar section. And then Coheed & Cambria’s "Welcome Home" explodes with pounding guitar over the PA. Simultaneously, green and silver pyro burst in a semi-circle above the ramp while Chandler Tsonda hops out from behind the curtain, with some serious pep in his step.

Nick: One of the most intriguing people in PRIME right now, Richard, is that man right there. Has he truly found himself or is this just more acting? Only time will tell.

Richard: Maybe he should go back to being his old self, considering the new one is wrestling on the undercard. This is a former 5-Star Champion!

The fan reaction is mixed, although certainly leaning more towards a pop. Tsonda has a boxer’s swagger as he approaches the ring, then slides in underneath the ropes.

Vince Howard: And now…he hails from San Diego, California…weighing in at 195 pounds, the Model Citizen…CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANDLER TSONDA!

Nick: The crowd still hasn’t made a final judgment on Tsonda either.

Richard: Some still hold out hope that he’ll cheat to win. And hope is a beautiful thing, Nick. It cannot be crushed or dest-

Nick: That’s about enough.

Titan cracks his knuckles in the awkward pause between the two men. They meet each other’s gaze as Vince Howard scampers out of the ring, flashbulbs going off all around the arena to commemorate this moment.

Nick: These two have quite an in-ring history. When Tsonda was 5-Star champ, he beat Titan in two high-profile title matches. I’m sure Titan hasn’t forgotten that.

Richard: Yeah, elephants can’t forget anything.

DING DING DING!

Neither man moves. There is a noticeable hush over the crowd. They’re waiting for a handshake, a high-five, something that makes it known this is friendly in nature. But it never comes. The two lock up, Titan immediately gaining the upper hand with a headlock. From this position, Titan drops his hands and pulls Tsonda up, then drops him to the mat with a stalling side suplex.

Richard: I thought his offense was limited to headbutts and primitive grunting.

Nick: Like I said, he’s a PTP’er. He isn’t a man who takes PPV matches lightly.

Titan doesn’t allow his opponent a second of rest, pulling him up by the hair, then clocking him with a big right paw that sends Tsonda reeling. The Viet Viper tries to catch his breath, turns around, and catches a MASSIVE Yakuza Kick to the dome. He drops and Titan waits patiently for Chandler to rise again.

Nick: It looks like Chandler didn’t make a contingency plan for what to do if his speed doesn’t immediately give him an advantage.

Richard: See, half of his repertoire is gone now that he won’t cheat. What a letdown.

Tsonda is still quick to his feet, but Titan is just as quick upon him. He ducks one of Titan’s arcing left hands, then launches a couple elbow strikes to the body. But this doesn’t deter Titan. At least not enough. He’s still got enough momentum for a quick right hand and a fireman’s carry, putting Tsonda back on the mat.

But the physics of the move end up leaving Titan open for attack. He’s slower to rise from his knees than Tsonda is from the prone position. So when Tsonda is up, Titan is lower to the ground, making it easy for the cruiser to springboard off the second rope and bring a double knee drop down right on top of Titan’s neck as the big man stands up.

Nick: You can tell it’s the big time right now. This type of offense is usually reserved for late in the match.

Richard: Yeah, reserved for dark matches too.

After that relatively high-impact move, neither man is exactly springing to his feet. But they know that they’ll need to dip into the reserves today and it’s only seconds before they’re up with game faces on. Tsonda is the one who charges, but alters his plan when he sees Titan ready to catch him, sliding under the big man’s legs. From behind, Tsonda kicks Titan in the back of the leg. When Titan bends slightly, this give Tsonda the right angle to try a reverse DDT. But that’s not enough, baby. It’s a motherfourletterwording PPV. So Tsonda braces his feet on the bottom rope, jumps straight up, and then brings the reverse DDT straight down, crunching Titan’s neck.

Richard: That was actually pretty vicious. Thus, I’m in favor of more stuff like that.

Nick: It looked as painful as it sounded.

The big man is in a bad way, grabbing his neck in pain. And even though he’s a self-proclaimed new man, Tsonda’s not going to stop his offensive to check on an opponent’s health. Deep down, dude is glad that it’s not him. Deep down, he’s focused on winning. Then there can be friends and enemies. Until then, it’s just two fighters.

So with Titan lying on his back and grabbing his neck, Tsonda goes for the gusto. He gets a running start, then kicks his legs up and…just keeps going. The standing shooting star press is a rare thing to say, but all the fine people of Boston just got to say they saw one in person. Because Tsonda’s wiry frame rotates backwards as it flips forwards onto Titan’s, giving the ring a firm shake. The move ends with Tsonda hooking TSJ’s tree trunk leg for a pin.

One…

Two…

NO!

Nick: Holy mackerel! I don’t know the last time we saw someone pull out the standing SSP in PRIME!

Richard: Yeah, that was kinda cool. I think I might have a little bit of a stiffy.

Tsonda looks peeved that he didn’t get the pin, but probably can’t expect any more than a two count so early in the match. He’s still a bit better off than Titan, though. And so he keeps on truckin’. He kicks at Titan’s downed form several times, receiving some boos from the crowd. Chandler grabs Titan’s leg and twists, wrenching with a single leg crab.

Richard: Now he’s a technical master?

Nick: He did just win a submission match against a submission master in Brandon Youngblood.

Richard: Semantics.

But Titan’s a tall broseph. So his leg is tall. So it’s not that hard for him to squirm around, wrench his leg slightly free. Once that happens, Tsonda knows his move is no longer effective so he drops the leg and spins around. What he finds there isn’t so pleasant: as Titan rises, he throws a spinning uppercut that knocks CT back into the ropes.

Richard: By my calculations, that really hurt.

With his opponent lingering on the ropes, Titan whips the Model Citizen. And when Tsonda comes back, the giant puts a serious hurtin’ on him with a back body drop.

OOOOOOH!

Richard: There’s your holy mackerel.

Nick: It’s a saying, knave.

Titan goes for the cover, neglecting a leg hook.

One…

Two…

NO!

Richard: No sweet salvation yet.

Tsonda looks winded from that high-impact drop as Titan climbs to his feet. Neither man is moving swiftly, given the amount of punishment being doled out. But Titan’s still got his motor running; he pulls Tsonda to his feet and starts reeling off right and left body shots. The momentum of the big man’s shots sends Tsonda to the corner. Slumped in the turnbuckle, the Model Citizen looks to be in pretty rough shape.

Nick: Titan’s taking over!

With his opponent deep in trouble, Titan lifts Tsonda’s body up, seated, on to the top of the turnbuckle. And with surprising flexibility, he scales that same turnbuckle. Grasping Tsonda, he sets the stage for a whole freakin’ buttload of flashbulbs.

Richard: The ‘tard is gonna take flght.

Nick: I’m not sure how safe this is…

Titan grabs the tights. He sets his feet. And he lifts. The deliberate movements make everything look like it’s in slow motion. Tsonda’s legs go up and the crowd can see him flail a bit, but Titan’s locked in. The massive strength in those shoulders carries both men off the top rope, crashing to the mat with Titan’s enormous superplex.

Nick: Good God!

Richard: Good Hoyt!

No movement on the mat, other than each man grabbing at what hurts. Titan: his neck. Chandler: his back.

One…

Two…

Three…

Richard: The best I could hope for is a double countout. Let’s go apathy!

Four…

Five…

Six…

Nick: Some stirring, but nobody’s to their feet yet.

Seven…

Eight…

Tsonda is on all fours, struggling to get his footing. Titan has crawled to the turnbuckle, bringing that huge skeleton of his up onto two feet.

Nine…

The ref and the fans want people to keep going and so that last count is a bit slow. Just slow enough to let both guys up. Nothing criminal, but maybe something to be picked up by the pundits if they’re watching closely. Once again, it’s just two fighters, staring at one another. They’re both winded, both hurting. Both vulnerable. But neither will show that weakness.

Nick: These two are warriors.

Right hand from Titan. Block from Tsonda. Left hand from Titan. Block from Tsonda. With every block, the crowd can hear the thwack of Titan’s hand against Tsonda’s ulna (look it up).

Richard: That’s some bone-on-bone action.

Nick: Those blocks are still hurting Tsonda, make no mistake about it.

But something strange happens. Tsonda starts to gain momentum. Those blocks get closer to Titan. With sheer will power, Tsonda counters Titan’s massive size advantage. And Titan knows how to disrupt that, but he whiffs with a swinging right haymaker and Tsonda’s dropkick that follows knocks him back several feet.

Richard: Go down, Lenny!

Nick: Lenny?

Richard: Steinbeck reference, you uncultured whelp.

Titan lumbers towards Tsonda. The nimble Asian sidesteps his large opponent, then rings Titan’s bell with a leaping crescent moon kick. It sends the big man toppling backwards, but doesn’t floor him. But that opening is enough for Tsonda, who runs up behind Titan, grabs his head, and hits the turnbuckle. In a split second (not without its own share of flashbulbs), Tsonda is up and off the corner.

Nick: Runway Vault! Runway Vault!

Richard: That move used to make me so happy…

It’s not a surprise to see both men down again. But Tsonda can see the finish line. He digs deep for the energy to scale the same turnbuckle. There is a slight murmur growing among the fans. They know that one way or the other, the end is near. Chandler turns his back to Titan, staring out at the crowd.

He takes off.

The crowd inhales loudly.

Waiting.

The impact is painful to look at when Tsonda comes crashing down with his patented moonsault. His arm folds awkwardly under him as he comes down onto Titan.

Nick: The Model Citizen!

Chandler goes for the pin with the last of the tank.

One…

Two…

Three!

Winner: Chandler Tsonda

Nick: Make it official! It’s another PPV victory for Chandler Tsonda!

Richard: Looks like he severely screwed up that arm.

The crowd is receptive, hoping Tsonda will bask a little, soak up some of the cheers. But he’s a tired bastard. He rolls off of TSJ and just sits there, wheezing. Eventually, he rises to one knee and raises a hand, acknowledging and waving to the crowd with the one arm that he can raise. They return with a bigger pop than when he entered and Tsonda just sits on his ass, catching his breath, as Titan collects himself.

Nick: A well-fought match for both guys, they really can’t be upset with the effort. Someone’s got to win and someone’s got to lose.

Richard: Yeah, thanks, John Madden.

There is no interaction between the two men as each one rises, just a sense between the two of another well-fought match. But this certainly will not be the last time their paths cross.

Quietly at first but beginning inching every louder, Breathe by Prodigy echoes through the arena. Slowly, as if unsure they were truly hearing that song once more, Prime’s fans turn to the entrance ramp, and gazed up at the Wal*Tron.

The White, strangely pure Unicom white background was giving the unwelcoming face of Joshua Taro Freedom an almost psychotic presence. As he stood their his eyes completely closed, he faced the camera so perfectly it felt and looked as if he could actual see everything in front of him. Paused with that imagine for a few seconds the fans stared up disbelieve on their faces. Then, as if to draw in those few that hadn’t been watching, the cameras zoom kicked into life and Joshua faces was inching ever closer.

Closer still it seemed to move as the music continue to creep louder. Beginning to blasting from the speakers so loud now, that it was starting to bully and beat the thoughts of this unable to do anything but listen to it. Everyone inside the arena had no choice but feel all of those notes and stare at the face of Joshua Taro Freedom. Joshua, whose entire face now covered the Wal*Tron almost completely. The Unicorn white doing even more up close to crave madness on Joshua’s face.

In the smallest of blinks, the tiniest of half seconds everything changed. The music, that had been so loud, so over powering stopped. The brilliant white that had been causing a frightening effect on Joshua face switched to black and Joshua opened his eyes. Those pure hillside meadow green eyes glistened and shone against the now darkened surroundings and Joshua unmoved by anything that had happened stared out at those many faces that watched him.

"The pain it cost me to return was" Joshua paused for a moments as if rethinking his chosen word. "Necessary." He said coldly. As if just admitting this cause yet more pain. "The pain my return will cause you will be." Again Joshua stopped, only this time Joshua smiled. This wasn’t the smile of a happy person. Nor was it of someone enjoying a joke. Joshua’s smile was born out of a sickening pleasure. Evil to the core and doing nothing but enhancing the ugly, creepy deranged look, that had accompanied Joshua’s return. "Delightfully obscene." Joshua smiled greater still at these words. Remembering for just a flicker of a moment those people that had called his blood wars obscene all those years ago.

Having silence now on the Wal*Tron and inside the arena become almost unbearable. The only action taking place was the small movements of Joshua’s green eyes surveying the arena. Not one person moved, not one light both on the Tron on in the arena changed. It remained dark in both places, and all felt Joshua was focus on them. His eyes took up so much of the Tron no where felt hidden. As the seconds past, quiet whispered voices carried themselves around the arena. Describing the creepiness and terrifyingly calmness of what they had just seen.

Then, as if someone had merely flicked a switched the eyes vanished. The Wal*Trons darkness swallowed Joshua face and the arena lights returned to normal a second later. Everything was as it had been, expect the strange feeling that soon Joshua Taro Freedom would once more bring a blood war to a Prime ring.

Yale: I hope you're ready because next up is going to be one hell of a match.

Bryan: I couldn't agree more. Three GCW teams will battle it out in the ring next to show, not just teamwork but, tenacity as a singles competitor.

Yale: Exactly. These men and woman are not typical partners and it is up to them to take advantage of the situation and do their thing in the ring.

Bryan: You have to wonder how it will play out though. Some of these superstars have a past with one another and I'm sure we're going to see tension brewing.

Yale: There always is. That's what makes GCW so much more superior than PRIME.

Bryan: Because we have tension?

Yale: Because we have tension out the wazoo!

Bryan: Agreed, look up there, it looks like the first entrants of the match are coming out.

Andrews: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a triangle tag team match!

Phil Atken appears at the top of the ramp with a toothy smile stretching from ear to ear on his happy mug. The guy exudes confidence as he walks back and forth on the ramp playing off the boos and shouts. He poses for them and looks for the flashes to come his way. After the session, he begins on his way to the ring. He struts down the ramp way taking his time until he reaches ringside.

Bryan: I still haven't been able to figure out the fuss over this guy.

Yale: Well according to him, he's worthy of all the fuss.

Andrews: Introducing first...hailing from New York, New York and weighing in at 210 pounds....PHIL ATKEN!!

Atken stomps up the steps and under the top rope into the ring. He struts around some more and taunts to the crowd getting a kick out of the situation in general. Suddenly "Stronger" by Kanye West begins to play over the PA system and people fight with one another trying to see who is coming out. A figure steps out and nods to the audience, almost looking overwhelmed by the crowd. He smiles a little and begins to walk down the ramp way checking out each person's face that he passes.

Andrews: His tag team partner...Hailing from Columbus, Ohio and weighing in at 256 pounds.....CHRISTIAN ST. PIERRE!!

St. Pierre reaches the ring steps and climbs up them. He ducks under the top rope and makes his way into the ring soaking up the adrenaline as it races by. St. Pierre bounces off the ropes a couple of times as he trades glances with Atken. They both nod and wait together for their partners.

Bryan: Well here's the first pair, quite a match-up for them, huh?

Yale: They're fresh and together. Good luck.

The lights go down in the arena, as a few solitary guitar notes echo distortedly over the PA system. Strobe lights begin to flash, and two spotlights beam down through the darkness onto the main entrance.

"GO!"

The piercing scream of Jacoby Shaddix rips through the building, along with a cascade of explosions and pyros. Tyson walks through the entrance in the midst of it all, wearing his black wrestling tights, that make the ladies swoon. His eyes scan the arena, a cunning smirk crossing his lips. He starts down the ramp, towards the ring.

"For crying out loud, I'm running from a comedown.
God forbid I know I've been a letdown.
Reaching for the sky while living in a gutter,
Kicking and screaming I am singing bloody murder.
I am singing bloody murder!"

Andrews: And their opponent...hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 225 pounds...he is your GCW Television champion...TYSON DEBOUGH!!

DeBough climbs through the ropes, as a video clip of him hitting "Snake Eyes" on an unsuspecting victim flashes on the screen.

"I'm alive, when I'm vulnerable,
I'm out of control, I'm losing my soul!"

He climbs up on one of the turnbuckles, showing himself off to the crowd.

"I can't be your angel when I'm living like a devil,
Can't be your lover when I'm living like a rebel,
Don't want your pity and I don't want your help,
Don't try and save me go take care of yourself!

A shot of Tyson grinning down on a bloody opponent.

"So I climb to the top just to fall to the bottom
And I climb to the top just to fall to the bottom!!"

Tyson leans back against the ropes, his face still plastered with a cocky grin, waiting for his partner.

Yale: Look at the officially undisputed television champion here!

Bryan: That's right, he had his first defense against Dorian Ryan and he was successful even.

Yale: You have to bet some of the people in this ring are gunning for him though tonight.

Bryan: No doubt.

The lights dim, heavy mist filling the ramp as strobe lights begin to pulse slowly. A steady bass throb begins, growing in volume, sounding much like a heartbeat. A single gunshot shatters the silence, followed by mocking laughter and Jackson's voice hurling insults before the music skips, and then the sounds of "Lies" by Evanescence filters through the speakers. Dark red strobes pulsate on the entranceway, and a dark figure moves among them, stepping forward as indigo fountains of pyrotechnic spark either side of him.

The crowd begins to boo as the metal music pounds over the speakers. The image on the screen changes to a turbulent, stormy sky above a windswept desert wasteland; lightning crackling, thunder booming in perfect counterpoint to the music. A dark point far off in the distance, growing nearer... a black stallion. The dark horse charges across the desert, his nostrils flaring, foam dripping from his lips, a look of fierce determination in brown eyes that gleam reddish as the lightning courses across the sky. Suddenly the horse stops and rears, the footage burning away as though acid was dropped on the reel. Darkness replaced it, and then blood dripped down from the top of the screen, forming these words: "I AM THE DARKNESS… FEAR ME."

Andrews: And his partner, Hailing from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 277 pounds....BRAD JACKSON!!

He strides forwards, ignoring the crowd reaction. He circles the ring once, his eyes steady, a look of angry concentration on his face, before ascending the ring steps and climbing between the ropes.

Jackson stands in the middle of the ring, his head thrown back in a triumphant roar as the music comes to a grinding halt, cut off with a squeal of feedback. He glances at DeBough and grunts.

Bryan: This is one of the match-ups to look out for; Jackson was on Terror's heels not too long ago for that TV title...who knows how he'll react here.

Yale: Interesting, yes. Not likely though. He's moved up the ladder.

The crowd stands to their feet as Ray Holland appears at the top of the ramp. The PA system booms his music and the stout man grins for the fans. He begins to make his way down the ramp way, slapping high fives with the men and women lining the barricade.

Andrews: And their opponent...hailing from The Arizona Desert....he weighs in at 225 pounds....RAY HOLLAND!!

Bryan: Here's one man that is not going to take to be very happy with Jackson.

Yale: Exactly. He cost him the United States championship last week and I'm sure it's payback time.

Holland slides under the bottom rope and into the ring easily. His body rolls across the ground and once he finds the center he stands. The fans give him a heavy pop and he grins for them. His gaze finds Jackson at ringside and he tries to catch his attention. Jackson shrugs and smiles a little to himself.

"Defy You" by The Offspring hits the PA system and the crowd pops real loud. They all get to their feet and begin to chant and cheer for the only woman in the match. From behind the curtains, Tessa Windsor steps out and smiles for the crowd. She spins around twice before heading down the ramp and towards the ring with Holland.

Bryan: Listen to her fans.

Yale: She's a girl JB, they're just horny.

Bryan: The girls too?

Yale: All of them.

Andrews: And introducing his partner....hailing from Boston Massachusetts weighing in at 120 pounds...TESSA WINDSOR!!

She slides under the bottom rope and into the ring alongside Holland. They exchange glances with one another and smile. It seems they're on the same page and together they find a corner to start in. The other two teams climb to the ring and eye up the others noticing how many people are actually in the ring. They all take their respective corners leaving one empty.

Yale: It's rumble time!

Bryan: Yep. And for this match we will see some tag team action at it's finest.

Yale: With some different rules than normal, right?

Bryan: Very true. Only two stars can be in the ring at a time but who you tag is completely up to you. For instance, Holland could easily tag in Jackson if he wanted to as long as two people remained legal.

Yale: Which is why this match is sure to get spicy.

Bryan: No doubt.

Phil Atken decides to start the match and he climbs into the center of the ring looking around at the others. As he turns, DeBough takes the chance and jumps in behind Atken. He places a stern elbow into his upper spine and watches Atken fall face first into the mat. The referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.

DING! DING!

Yale: Sneaky by DeBough, proving his love for the sport.

Bryan: By attacking from behind?

Yale: By getting right out and starting.

Bryan: Sounds like cheating.

Yale: Strategy JB, strategy.

DeBough helps him up and whips Atken across the ring so his back beats against the far ropes. Phil comes back and DeBough leaps over top of him completely having him run another loop. He returns again and DeBough looks for a drop toe hold but Atken jumps his feet. He runs and returns again and DeBough wants to catch him in an arm drag now. He grabs him and drops to a knee but Atken blocks it and locks in a fast armbar. DeBough feels the lock and rolls forward to avoid it. He snaps his body up and trips Atken at the feet. Standing at his side, DeBough gets airborne and performs a back flip splash.

Yale: See, that's strategy.

Bryan: That's being athletic. I'll give him that.

DeBough gets back up and helps Atken up with him. He chops him in the stomach once and grabs him in a headlock. He punches him in the head while it's convenient and then tries to set him into a move. Atken has other plans though and shoves DeBough across the ring toward the ropes. He slaps and returns for Atken to carry him over for a large powerslam. DeBough gets his leg hooked and a pin attempt is made already.

Referee: 1! KICKOUT!

Yale: No where!

Bryan: He'll need more than that to take down the Television champion.

Yale: Try a lot more. That guy's tough. He survived that ladder match with Jay Terror.

DeBough gets up and both him and Atken grapple up. They push and shove until they reach the Tessa Holland corner. Holland, anxious to get in, slaps Atken on the back of his head and steps into the ring. Tyson notices him across from him and shoves Atken into Ray. He shakes his head and rushes to Christian St. Pierre. He slaps him in and rolls out of the line of fire. Holland holds Atken and hits him with a clubbing blow before sending him to the mat with a hard closeline. He makes his way across the ring to St. Pierre and they both tie up in the middle.

Bryan: There's the beauty of the match, Tyson had so many options.

Yale: And it just so happened St. Pierre was picked. Good luck kid!

Bryan: I wouldn't want to be him, especially after last week's loss against Shaman.

Holland shoves him to his back but St. Pierre springs back to life and charges Holland. Holland grabs him and holds him across his stomach like a curling bar. He snaps him over his head for a fall away slam and sits back up to inflict more damage. He stands and looks to lock in his signature armbar but St. Pierre gets away from it and manages to crawl into the corner with Tyson DeBough and Brad Jackson. DeBough, still wanting nothing to do with Holland, steps down leaving Jackson open for the tag. St. Pierre slaps his leg and Jackson enters the ring with a smirk.

Bryan: That smirk tells just how he feels about Holland.

Yale: I'd say. He's happy with his actions last week.

Holland charges at him with his shoulder and Jackson decides to charge back to counter it. They collide and Holland falls since he's the smaller of the two. He gets back up though and dodges a jab from Jackson. Holland delivers a sharp uppercut to Jackson's rib cage and drives him into DeBough's corner. He hits him with punch after punch making him feel each shot. Jackson absorbs about five or six or so until he shoves Holland backwards. Holland is resilient though and tries for another charge. Jackson drops down to his knees and lifts Holland by the ankles sending him over his back with a fireman's carry into the buckles. He hits his back on them and then falls forward due to no falling room winding up onto of Jackson's knees.

Bryan: Well that worked well.

Yale: Real well. What most people miss is that Jackson is pretty technical in his attacks.

Bryan: Holland is the epitome of technical though.

Yale: And it looks like he still needs some schooling.

Jackson picks him up and brings him to the middle of the ring. He lifts him for a suplex and snaps him hard onto his back in the middle of the ring. Jackson sits up and looks at the others around the ring. He nods and get back to Holland. Brad grabs him by the head and pulls him up but Holland resists and looks for a counter. He connects with an elbow to Jackson's ear that sends Brad backwards a bit. Holland charges Jackson and strikes him with that shoulder block he tried earlier this time taking him down. He gets down and clutches his feet for a quick leg lock.

Bryan: And here's where he's most lethal.

Yale: He has submissions out the wazoo!

Bryan: You keep saying that.

Yale: Wazoo?

Bryan: Yeah.

Yale: It's my word. You should try it.

Bryan: Yeah - I'll pass.

Jackson tries to battle out of it but Holland keeps his hold on tight. He pushes on his feet and tugs the other one to make an unwanted feeling in Jackson's thighs. Jackson feels the pain creeping upwards and decides to use his large size and brute strength to crawl to the nearest corner. He just so happens to find himself at Atken's feet and Atken takes the opportunity to tag himself in. He climbs up the buckles and gets onto the second rope where he executes a leg drop onto Holland in the ring.

Yale: He flies!

Bryan: And he saved Jackson there. He's probably a bit peeved from how Holland just shoved him around earlier.

Yale: Eh, the smaller guy always gets a little shove. You know that.

Holland breaks the hold and Jackson rolls outside of the ring to the mats by St. Pierre. Christian jumps down and begins to beat Jackson in the arms with his fists outside. He sees him beginning to stand and does the smart thing by backing off of him. Back in the ring, Atken picks up Holland and twirls his arm around. He places an elbow shot on it and then twists it again to get a better grip. Holland cringes and Atken shoves him forward so they both land on their stomachs. Atken places Holland's arm out as a landing piece however.

Bryan: Ouch! He knew how to fall there.

Yale: He sure did. Great way to keep yourself safe and your opponent hurting.

Atken keeps his hold on Holland’s arm and scoots up the mat. He lifts his knees up and sends them over top of Holland's upper arm using it as his own personal stomp pad. Holland yells out and Tessa watches helplessly as her partner gets his arm wrenched.

Bryan: You think Atken has more on his mind than just that shove he got earlier?

Yale: Surely, he could pin a higher ranked superstar and open Caldera's eyes maybe. Doubtful but maybe.

Bryan: It would be reason enough to break a man's arm.

Atken holds on tight still and Tessa comes out of her corner. She gets passed the referee and before Atken can continue his assault she kicks him in the spine. Atken falls face forward giving Holland a break. St. Pierre rushes in and charges Tessa. He nails her with a closeline and then helps up his partner. The referee helps Tessa out of the ring and during the distraction Holland is back up holding his arm. He moves over to DeBough but, again, he jumps down. He looks to tag Jackson but Brad slugs him across the face.

Yale: No one wants Holland touching them!

Bryan: That's not good news for him.

Holland turns around and Atken is waiting with a dropkick. Ray falls onto his back and Atken rushes around him to his head. He lifts him up and locks in a rear headlock. Holland squirms but is dazed a little and can't break free just yet. Atken tightens his grip and holds the lock on good.

Bryan: It looks like it's not good news at all. He's locked in tight.

Yale: Atken is looking impressive so far.

Bryan: Very.

Holland finds a way to get his hand under Atken's arms though and is able to push his grip loose. He plies his way out and Atken falls to his back due to instability. Tessa is leaning over the ropes and Holland falls forward to reach her. He slaps her hand and in she comes like a fireball.

Yale: Here comes hell.

Bryan: Look at her go.

She immediately closelines Atken and knocks him backwards. St. Pierre tries to step in but before he can fully get inside he is knocked off of the apron and onto the outside mats. She turns around and sees Atken coming her way. She dodges and he runs into the ropes. On the return Tessa jumps to her stomach and onto the floor having Atken bounce over her. He hits the other side of the ring and DeBough finally tags himself in.

Bryan: Now he'll come in.

Yale: Strategy, he was waiting for the right time.

Bryan: Uh huh.

DeBough comes at Tessa but she's ready and swings him over her body with an arm drag. He hits the mat but uses the momentum to stand back up. He tries again and this time Tessa has a hip toss for him. Tyson hits the mat but, again, gets back up. He tries once more and this time gets yet another hip toss. His back crashes over Tessa's knee this time and she locks him into a dragon sleeper hold. DeBough squirms and kicks until she can settle him with pressure.

Bryan: No much for picking the right time. Tessa isn't one to fool around with.

Yale: Tell that to Chris Storm. He does nightly.

Bryan: Didn't want to think about that.

Yale: You're welcome.

She applies more pressure to him and arches his back over her knee a slight bit more in order to get the full effect. St. Pierre gets back onto the apron now and begins to shout something toward Tessa. She smiles at him but the remarks don't quit. She seems to be offended by something in particular and breaks the hold on DeBough. Tyson takes deep breaths of air and rolls to his stomach. Tessa, on the other hand, stands and gets in St. Pierre's face. She shouts back and both of them begin to look angry.

Yale: The battle of the sexes!

Bryan: I wouldn't want to mess with Tessa right now.

Yale: She can't be too bad.

St. Pierre is enough of a distraction to have DeBough stand back up and grab her from behind in a full nelson lock. He allows St. Pierre to tag his hand and keeps the hold on Tessa. She wiggles but St. Pierre uses her torso as a punching bag still. DeBough is ordered to let her go but by now it doesn't matter; the damage has been done. He walks to his corner with Jackson and they exchange glances with one another. Both are happy in their own ways.

Bryan: I wonder what has St. Pierre all worked up.

Yale: Tessa victimized him. I'd be pissed as he is.

Bryan: She didn't mean to.

Yale: Uh huh. Kinda' like Rich Rollins didn't mean to come back.

Bryan: Well if you put it that way...

St. Pierre lifts up Tessa and grabs locks her under his arm. He sweeps her legs out and drops her on her head for a fast DDT before standing up and strutting around a little. Holland tries to step in but the referee holds him back creating a slight distraction allowing Atken to come in. They both grab Windsor and lift her up for a double suplex. She snaps onto the mat hard and Atken rolls back outside. St. Pierre looks for the pin with the hook of a leg.

Referee: 1! 2! KICKOUT!

Bryan: Not yet!

Yale: I guess not. She's acting tough.

Bryan: It's not an act.

St. Pierre gets up and drags Tessa with him. He flips her up in a powerbomb predicament and just as he is going to drop her she gets loose and flips downward in a hurricanranna fashion. Christian spins and flips and lands on his back. Tessa feels the momentum coming back to her and stand back up. She stomps on St. Pierre's face and then walks to the apron. Measuring him up, she slings over top of the ropes doing a flip and finally landing her legs across Christian's neck. He bounces around and Tessa smiles a bit while sitting.

Bryan: That was innovative.

Yale: It was pretty.

Bryan: Pretty awesome. She has talent my friend, just keep watching.

She picks her opponent up and brings him to her own corner. She slaps hands with Holland and he comes in. They both grab St. Pierre and lift him up onto the top buckle. They climb to the second rope and position him just right in order to snap him back onto the mat in a double superplex.

Yale: Ouch!

He bends in half and Tessa walks back onto the apron in her corner. Holland stalks St. Pierre and boots him a bit. He lifts him and walks toward Jackson's corner now. Holland grabs Christian's hand and holds it out for the big man to tag but he refuses. Holland shouts at him and he continues to refuse. Ray looks a bit angry and with the anger he lifts St. Pierre up for a pumphandle slam. He drops him onto the mat and looks for the pin.

Referee: 1! 2! KICKOUT!

Holland picks him back up and repeats the move. St. Pierre looks like a dead fish on the mat and Holland simply stares a hole through Jackson. He wants him bad. Jackson just shakes his head at him and smiles a bit. Ray watches him smirk for only a few seconds before he stands and slap's DeBough across his chest.

Bryan: That's a legal tag!

Yale: Good thing for DeBough, I'd want to get out of there.

DeBough steps past him and Holland takes the fight to Jackson. He strikes him across the face knocking him back a little and Holland follows up with a clubbing blow to his abdomen. Jackson falls to his feet on the mats below and Holland follows. They exchange words before striking one another. Left from Holland, right from Jackson. One to the other, back and forth they go hitting the chest and face like it's their job. The fight breaks into a grappling battle and Jackson takes control whipping Holland into the nearby ring steps. He cringes tries to nurse his throbbing arm.

Yale: What's she doing?

Tessa Windsor walks along the apron above them and leaps off onto Jackson with an axe handle smash. She catches him off guard and knocks Jackson into the guard rail beside the fans.

Bryan: Obviously that. She's helping her partner.

Yale: But why?

Bryan: He helped her.

Yale: Touché.

Back in the ring, Tyson DeBough lifts up St. Pierre and whips him across the ring. On the return he sends him over his back for a back body drop. Christian yells at the damage to his spine and looks up to his corner. Atken has gone missing. DeBough smiles a little and follows Atken around.

Bryan: His partner is getting involved on the outside now.

Yale: Looks like it. He's heading straight for Holland.

Atken begins to assault Holland on the ground with a punching and kicking combination. He centers his attack on his shoulder and finds a weak point on him. Jackson gets back up alongside them and tries to grab Tessa. She dodges though and sends a dropkick to his back. He falls to his knees and Tessa climbs up his body fast for an enziguri to his head. Jackson falls onto his face. Back to Atken, he picks up Holland and whips him into the guardrail making sure his shoulder connects.

Bryan: There's a brawl out there!

Yale: And the referee can't stop it. I love it!

The referee watches and slides outside to try and help the situation but it doesn't seem to be working. DeBough takes the chance to slide outside as well, away from all of them, and he looks under the ring. He comes up with a steel chair and places it on the apron. St. Pierre begins to get back up and Tyson slides back inside. He lifts the chair and as soon as he sees Christian's eyes he drills him across the nose with the steel. St. Pierre falls to his back and his head bounces off the canvas.

Bryan: What's he doing! This isn't like that ladder match.

Yale: It's better, there's no rules if the ref can't see.

Bryan: It's cheating.

Yale: One of these times you'll remember that we call it strategy.

The fight continues outside for a little as Jackson gets back up. He turns to Tessa and finds that she is helping out Holland from Atken. Jackson focuses his sights on Ray instead and slides him back into the ring. The referee follows both Jackson and Holland inside and doesn't seem to notice DeBough dumping the chair outside of the ring. DeBough hooks St. Pierre's leg for the pin but the referee is too busy with Holland and Jackson to realize it.

Yale: What's that referee thinking?!

Bryan: He's trying to find order in this match.

Yale: DeBough for the win! Come on ref!

Atken and Tessa make their way back in and DeBough decides it's best to step off of St. Pierre. He avoids the mess and watches the others duke it out between the four of them. Jackson has Holland in the corner and he is pummeling his stomach with an array of punches. Tessa has the upper hand on Atken and shoves him into his own corner. The referee breaks them up first and Tessa ends their fight with a kick to Atken's jaw, placing him on the ground.

Bryan: See, she's not just any girl. Anyone that learns from Banned & Exiled~! is sure to give you a fight.

Yale: And their two cents.

Bryan: It's an added bonus.

Jackson breaks away from Holland and sticks him in his corner with Tessa order comes back and DeBough notices that he has to get off the top ropes and start working again. He finds St. Pierre has already started to crawl away and he is close to Jackson's corner. DeBough tries to grab him but Christian manages to slap Jackson's boot making the partners both legal men.

Yale: Oh man, that's not right!

Bryan: Certainly not.

Jackson steps in and nods to DeBough. Tyson understands and find the corner with Holland in it. Giving him what he wants, he slaps Holland's hand making Jackson and Holland the legal team. Holland happily steps in and Jackson waits for him. Holland makes the charge and finds himself locked in an armbar for his attempt. Holland fights free from him and runs away to the ropes. He manages to somehow knock down St. Pierre and Atken, since he hits beside their corner, and they drop to the mat below. Holland returns and Jackson finds himself knocked back with a reverse elbow.

Bryan: That's one way to tick off another tag team.

Yale: I'd say so.

Jackson gets back up and as he does Atken and St. Pierre come marching into the match. Atken heads straight for Holland and sends a shot to his kidneys. St. Pierre on the other hand runs straight for Tessa in the corner. He knocks her onto the floor and follows her. They begin to battle. DeBough steps down from it all and finds himself a nice seat on the guard rail just outside the ring. In the ring are Holland, Jackson, and Atken. Atken has the advantage and delivers another stiff shot to Holland's side making it hard for him to breathe.

Bryan: This looks like it could turn into a two on one.

Yale: Very easily. Gotta' love the numbers game.

Jackson gets up and watches Atken do his work for a second. Phil picks up Holland on the head and drops him backwards for a DDT. When Phil gets back up, he is surprised to see that Jackson is on the prowl and he grabs him from behind. In one fluid snap he cracks Atken over his back and onto the mat via his neck.

Bryan: German suplex there.

Yale: Teams are overrated anyways.

Jackson steps over Atken and finds Holland getting up. He grabs him and looks for another German suplex but this time on Holland. Ray refuses to go though and blocks it with his feet. Jackson tries again and Holland gives the same outcome. He gets frustrated and releases the grip allowing Holland to strike, wildly, backwards. He connects and Jackson grabs at his eyes. Holland turns and shoves Jackson backwards so he trips on Phil Atken who is beginning to get up.

Yale: Oh no!

Bryan: He used Atken like a tool there.

Yale: That Holland...

Atken makes his way up and tries to strike Holland but Holland grabs his hand and twists his arm around once. He locks him up fast and flips him onto his back so he can lock in a quick armbar. He holds it for a few seconds before he sees Jackson getting back up. He releases Atken's arm and Phil rolls onto his back grabbing his arm. Jackson makes a running charge at Holland now and Holland catches him and flips him around for a hardy powerslam over top of Atken.

Bryan: Whoa! Talk about spider senses!

Yale: He's using Atken as a tool again.

Bryan: He's doing what he can.

Outside the ring, DeBough signs a few autographs and smiles for the cameras. Across the way Tessa and St. Pierre have began to battle into the crowd and are fighting toward the locker rooms. Back inside we see Jackson beginning to get up while Atken is still reeling from the hit. Holland waits for Jackson and when he stands he looks for the grapple.

Bryan: What's he have in mind?

Yale: Hopefully a fluke.

Holland spins Jackson around so he grapples him around the back and looks for a back suplex. Jackson blocks it and spins around Holland's back. He looks for a reverse DDT but Holland struggles free of the dragon sleeper hold position and gains control from the front end. He kicks Jackson in the gut and Jackson doubles over. Holland lifts Jackson up onto his shoulders and holds him as if he is going for a Samoan drop. He sees Atken struggling to get up and lines Jackson up over top of him.

Yale: Here we go again, watch out Phil Atken!

Holland does a pre spin and then let's loose sending Jackson around like a helicopter blade. Holland catches him around the neck and does a cutter to him having Jackson land perfectly over top of Atken. Jackson finds Phil's knees in his landing space by accident and he rolls around due to the pain. Holland scoots over to Jackson and looks for the pin.

Bryan: He may have it!

Referee: 1! 2!

Yale: No, come on Jackson, kick out!

Referee: 3!

Bryan: He did it!

Yale: No!

DeBough is hanging halfway into the ring and is unable to reach them to break up the pinfall. He slides backwards and finds his title before scurrying away from Holland. Ray Holland gets to his feet and the referee raises his hand in the air.

DING! DING!

Andrews: And here's your winners, RAY HOLLAND and TESSA WINDSOR!!

Bryan: Tessa may not be here but she gets one for the win column.

Yale: That sneaky little-

Bryan: Hey now!

Yale: She's still backstage battling with St. Pierre, how can she be the winner?

Bryan: It's just how it happens.

Holland gets down and close to Jackson's face. He speaks to him and then stands again. He walks off from Atken and Jackson making it known that he means business.

Bryan: I'd say that if you're smart, stay out of Ray Holland's matches. He's a tough guy.

Yale: Don't discount Jackson though.

Bryan: I never could. It'll be interesting to see where things go from here between all of these guys. How will they handle the fallout?

Yale: Like usual, I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

Nick: Next up fans we have the Imperium match up. We have the old leader of Imperium Hoyt Williams, facing off the supposed pawn of Imperium, Peter Vetra.

Richard: Supposed? HA! He added up to nothing, Duke was right he is only good for getting sandwiches and the occasional Arnie Palmer, and he even
screwed that up sometimes!

The unfamiliar sound of marching plays over the PA over the arena. Smoke begins to flow out of the entrance in the darkness before "Till I Collapse" by Eminem feat. Nate Dogg begins to play. Through the smoke walked Peter Vetra walked through met by the jeers, Peter Vetra nodded his head in unison with the beat of the music along which the strobe lights also do.

Nick: Either or the challenger Peter Vetra is making his way to the ring, he has a lot to prove in this match.

Richard: Of course he does, he is the underdog! This won’t even be a fight Hoyt is going to mop the floor with him.

Till I collapse I'm spillin these raps long as you feel 'em
Till the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killin 'em
Cause when I am not, then I'ma stop pinnin 'em
and I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem
Subliminal thoughts, when I'ma stop sendin 'em
Women are caught in webs, spin 'em and hoch venom
Adrenalin shots of penicillin could not get the illin to stop
Amoxacillin's just not real enough

The Silent Assassin has a grave look on his face, the look that he is jaded and been crossed one to many times by one to many people. One he has made his way to the ring he slides in under the bottom rope throws both hands in the air for a second. After he realized he wasn’t getting the pop he wanted he placed them back by his side.

Nick: Peter Vetra not getting the attention he wants here, the fans are not on his side.

Richard: Is anyone on his side?

Nick: I am….

Richard: That’s just bad announcing, you aren’t supposed to play favorites…

Nick: umm…..

The criminal cop killin hip-hop villain
A minimal swap to cop millions of 'Pac listeners
You're comin with me, feel it or not you're gonna fear it
like I showed ya the spirit of God lives in us
You hear it a lot, lyrics to shock
Is it a miracle or am I just product of pop fizzin up?
Fo' shizzle my wizzle, this is the plot, listen up
You bizzles forgot, Slizzel does not give a fuck

Peter Vetra’s music is then cut off by the words of Personal Jesus, they echo throughout the arena as Hoyt and Duke Williams step out onto the ramp way. Duke is dressed in his usual attire as Hoyt has on his robe covering his wrestling attire.

Nick: And here comes the former leader of Imperium with his manager and father Duke Williams.

Richard: God has just entered the building! We should be on our knees out of respect for this man…

Nick: And you say I am playing favorites..

Hoyt throws both arms out and spins a little almost like Mr. Perfect would allowing everyone to bask in his glory and understand how big his ego is. They slowly stroll to the ring. Fans reaching from all angles to try and slap Hoyt’s hand but he pays no attention to his followers..

Nick: Hoyt who is paying no attention to his fans does not look to happy to be facing off against Peter Vetra as he is walking to the ring slower then he usually would be.

Richard: Not true he is just giving all of us a chance to bask in his aura, we could all learn a thing or two from this man.

Hoyt walks slowly up the stairs of the ring, his face is down as he feels his opponent doesn’t even deserve to be in the same ring as him never mind wrestling against him. However Peter Vetra has his eyes locked on Hoyt and even more importantly Duke.

Nick: It looks like Vetra is not letting his eyes off either one of those men. He must think they are up to something, we know they usually are.

Richard: Either that or he is gay…

Nick: I don’t think it is that.

Richard: You never know now a days.

The bell rings and Peter Vetra runs straight at his opponent. Ducking under a Clothesline, Hoyt locks up with Vetra in a collar and elbow grab, muscling him to the corner. The referee calls for a clean break and Hoyt backs off with both arms up in the air. But once the referee moves out of the way Hoyt comes in with a right shot on Vetra and bounce him out of the corner. The referee yells at him for his cheap shot but Hoyt ignores his words and drills a forearm into his opponent’s back. Vetra stumbles forward a few steps, turns, and gets clobbered in the jaw with another right by Hoyt. The punch steps up for a nice sized Scoop Slam on Vetra, leaving him planted in the center of the ring.

Richard: Your boy Vetra looks to be in for a world of trouble.

Nick: He isn’t my boy I just would like to see an underdog win for once…

Richard: So you picked the one with the biggest odds. Good idea.

Bouncing off the ropes and coming back, Hoyt throws his arm up in the air and comes down for an Elbow Drop. He catches nothing but canvas though, Vetra managing to roll out of the way before Hoyt can come down. Vetra gives him a stiff soccer kick to keep Hoyt from getting back up. Grabbing both legs, Vetra struggles to try and turn over the much larger Hoyt but the size advantage seems to be too much.

Nick: Vetra seems to have gotten back some kind of control in this match but the larger Hoyt Williams is just a little too much for him to handle.

Richard: You like watching other men handle each other.

Nick: What?

Richard: You said you were routing for Vetra, I think he’s gay. So in turn that makes you gay.

Nick: What kind of logic is that? Wait… please don’t explain.

Hoyt looks to break the hold but Vetra finally gets him turned over for a Boston Crab on Your Personal Jesus. With no chance of getting to the ropes, Hoyt has to focus his attention on using his strength to break the hold as Vetra bends him over. Vetra keeps the move locked in despite all of the efforts Hoyt puts up, though on a strong kick by Hoyt, Vetra has to release one of the legs, keeping the pressure on with a Half Crab. With the extra leg free, Hoyt is able to drag his body more effectively towards the ropes. Peter has a hard time trying to keep him from moving, having to concentrate more on holding him down than bring him back to the center of the ring.

Nick: He got out of the Boston Crab will he be able to get out of the half crab? The strength of Hoyt Williams looks like it is just a little too much for Peter Vetra.

Richard: Nobody can mess with G-O-D

Reaching his arm out as far as he can, Hoyt’s fingers brush up against the ropes but just fall short of actually being able to grab hold and break the move. Vetra can feel Hoyt getting closer and closer to the ropes and cranks away as much as he can to try and get as much damage done as possible before Hoyt breaks free. Pushing his body toward the ropes, Hoyt again reaches out and this time manages to get his fingers around the bottom rope.

Nick: With that Hoyt breaks the hold by grabbing onto the bottom rope.

Richard: He made a call to the man above and asked for a weaker Vetra, not that it was needed.

The referee moves in, calling for the break. Peter Vetra grudgingly lets go of Hoyt, only to then pick him up off the mat and bring him right back down with a Short-Arm Clothesline. Vetra stomps away on Your Personal Jesus, keeping him down on the mat. Grabbing his leg, Vetra drags Hoyt back to the center of the ring and throws the arm into his armpit, hooking it for another Boston Crab. Hoyt again fights, the pain in his back still aching from the last Crab hold. Kicking the back of the knee, Vetra tries to wear down Hoyt to make it easier to turn him over, but the large three hundred pounder refuses to be turn over again.

Nick: It seems like Vetra is going to work on the leg of Hoyt Williams tonight, he is trying to make a weak spot.

Richard: He needs something in his favor, cause we all know that the wrestling ability isn’t there.

Nick: When did you get this anger towards Peter Vetra?

Richard: I have always had it.

Nick: Not true you loved him when he was in Imperium.

Kicking Vetra in the chest with his one feet foot, Hoyt knocks Peter away and frees himself from another possible Boston Crab. Falling into the ropes, Vetra bounces back but gets caught with a knee as Hoyt scrambles up to his feet and acts before Vetra can try anything. Hoyt shoves Peter into a doubled over position and starts clubbing away on his back. He tries to stay on his feet but the repeated blows bring Vetra down to his knees.

Richard: Not true, I loved Imperium so I had to love him, it was like code.

Nick: Hoyt pushes his strength onto Vetra, taking control of the match.

Hoyt drives his knee into the back of Vetra, hooking his jaw with both hands, and starts to yank back for a submission hold. Vetra swings his arms wildly in a vain attempt to break the hold. He claws at the hands of Hoyt, trying to peel them off his chin but they stay on tight and continue to stretch Vetra backwards over his knee.

Nick: Vetra looks like he is in some pain there.

Richard: He is clawing at the hands of Hoyt, anything to try and break the hold.

The referee checks to see if Vetra wants to give up but Peter does his best to shake his head against the idea of submitting. Planting one foot wide and the other near, Vetra grabs hold on the hands with one hand to create as much space as he can while he sets the free hand on the mat. Pushing off with the near foot and twisting with the far foot, Vetra sits out and spins to break free of the hold. He turns, facing Hoyt now, and catches him quickly with a Dropkick to the face.

Nick: He was able to get out of the hold and give a quick drop kick to Hoyt Williams.

Richard: CHEATER!

Nick: Who cheated?

Richard: Don’t worry about it Nick, it was over your head.

Picking back up, Vetra attempts to send Hoyt into the corner only to have his Irish Whip reversed on him. Hoyt charges in, looking for a Clothesline only to have Vetra jump between the ropes to the outside and leave Hoyt hitting nothing but turnbuckle. Peter hops onto the top rope, wasting no time as he makes the leap with a Top Rope Cross Body. Seeing him coming, Hoyt ducks under it and lets Vetra eat canvas.

Nick: That looked like it hurt, Peter Vetra catching the mat face first.
Richard: Nobody can out smart our Savior.

To keep him down on the canvas, Hoyt starts to stomp away on his opponent, making sure he has no chance of getting back to his feet until Hoyt decides he can. Posing for the crowd to draw their heat, Hoyt throws his arms up before stomping on Vetra’s head. The referee quickly intervenes, getting between the two before Hoyt can attempt the same thing again. Hoyt backs away and goes into the ropes. Softly bouncing out, Hoyt comes at Vetra as soon as the referee moves out of the way and stomps on his head again.

Nick: That was a cheateresk move there.

Richard: Not true Hoyt out smarted Peter that is all.

The crowd rains down on him, booing him for all it is worth. Hoyt flashes them a smile and backs off from Peter before the referee can even say anything to him. Using the ropes to help himself to get back to his feet, Vetra finds himself victim to more underhanded tactics by Hoyt, as Your Personal Jesus grabs Vetra and dumps him over the top rope, much in the same way he dumped him out of the ring for Dangerous Games. Not surprisingly the crowd is on Hoyt again, who slips out of the ring to continue on Vetra.

Nick: He did it at Dangerous Games now he is doing here tonight to show that it was not a fluke.

Richard: We know it wasn’t a fluke he can just tell Vetra when he calls that he did it twice for good luck,

On the outside, Peter gets back to his feet fairly quickly but Hoyt catches him from behind with a massive blow. Vetra falls into the guard rail, making sure to kick his foot back to catch Williams off guard. Firing off a back elbow, he catches Hoyt in the nose and regains the control of the match. Vetra hops onto the guard rail and flies off with a Clothesline that takes them both down.

Nick: It looks like Peter Vetra is trying everything to get back in this match.

Richard: He mind as well he "claims" this will be his last match. But who can believe him?

Lifting Hoyt back up, Peter rolls him into the ring and gets onto the apron. Waiting for Williams to get back up, Vetra gets him with a Stun Gun from off the apron to bring the big man down again. This time he rolls under the ropes to get back into the ring and brings Hoyt back up for a Russian Leg Sweep. He leaves him square in the middle of the ring to attempt for another big move from off the top rope.

Nick: Peter finally using his speed instead of trying to out power Williams is getting a slight advantage.

Richard: Hoyt is letting him have a little fun before taking him out of his misery.

Nick: By allowing his opponent to hurt him?

Richard: uhh Duh!

Climbing up the turnbuckle until he reaches the top, Vetra checks to make sure Williams is still down in the middle of the mat. He already ate the canvas once during the match. He has little plans to attempt to do it for a second time in the night.

Nick: Vetra going for a high risk move here!

Richard stands up from his chair arms flailing…

Richard: Move Hoyt Move…

Nick: I thought he was playing possum…

Richard: He is I just wanted to warn him incase.

Hoyt, however, manages to roll over and pull himself up before Peter attempts to jump. Vetra waits, watching to see what Williams will do before making a move. Your Personal Jesus turns to face his opponent, spotting him on the turnbuckle. He stays back, keeping himself out of Vetra’s range of leap, and taunts for him to come down and wrestle him. Vetra does, but as he hops down Hoyt rushes him and catches him with a knee into the corner.

Nick: Once again Vetra is out smarted by Williams.

Richard: That’s right nobody fucks with the jesus!

Nick: So now you are degraded to quoting the Big Lebowski for your mic skills?

Richard: Shut up Nick.

With Vetra trap in the corner, Hoyt starts to let loose with lefts and rights on his opponent, stunning him and allowing Williams to climb up to the second rope. He places one palm on Vetra’s forehead, yells out to the crowd, and strikes him in the head with his other fist.

Nick: I don’t know how much more Peter Vetra can take of this. He is only human….

Richard: Destroy him Hoyt.

Hoyt Williams picks him up and looks at the crowd, being booed heavily he lets out a chuckle as Peter Vetra is pretty much in the control of Hoyt. Hoyt throws his opponent off the ropes and awaits for him.

Nick: It looks like….

Richard: Crucified and Saved!

Just as Richard finishes announcing the name Vetra hits the mat. Hoyt pulls the leg up…

1…

2…

3…

Hoyt Williams stands up and raises his own hand as Vetra slides out underneath the bottom rope after a couple of seconds.

Nick: That is all folks Hoyt Williams beat Peter Vetra….

Richard: Told ya so.

Nick: Well, notch a victory for PRIME! Hoyt Williams has defeated GCW’s Peter Vetra! That’ll even things up a bit!

Vince Howard: The following match is a two out of three falls match and is for the 5-Star Title! Introducing first...

Then, Wait by Earshot rips through the arena and the fans immediately start to boo the man that's bound to come out from the backstage area.



Vince Howard: Hailing from Los Angeles, California, standing at six feet three inches tall, and weighing in at 245 pounds, he is a former 5-Star Champion. He is THE GREATEST WRESTLER ALIVE! THE DIAMOND! BRAAAAAAAAAANDOOOOOOOOON! YOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUNGBLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!

Out from the back he walks, head held high, and looking as cocky as ever. He stands there for a second, taking it all in before he walks down the ramp, ignoring every fan along the way. Eventually, he reaches the ring and slides in. The adrenaline is rushing through his body as he walks around the ring and awaits the champion.

Nick: Brandon Youngblood has to be itching to get his 5-Star Title back here tonight.

Richard: Of course he is, Nick. He considers himself the greatest in the world and without that title, he's nothing. That title goes hand in hand with who Brandon Youngblood is.

Nick: Does he get it back tonight?

Richard: It's going to be tough to tell to be honest. Youngblood and Winters are both great wrestlers.

Nick: Fans are going to be in for a treat on this one. It's definitely going to be one for the ages.

Richard: Damn straight.

The arena lights dim as "Aerials" by System of a Down hits on the PA system.

Life is a waterfall,
We're one in the river,
And one again after the fall.

The lights return and we see Jonathan Winters stood at the top of the rampway, with a cold, stern look prominently plastered across his face.

Swimming through the void
We hear the word,
We lost ourselves,
But will we find it all?

Cause we are the ones that want to play,
Always want to go,
But you never want to stay,

The fans regard Winters as he regards them; with great indifference and makes his way down the aisle undetered.

And we are the ones that want to choose,
Always want to play,
But you never want to lose.

Vince Howard: His opponent…weighing in at two hundred and twenty-nine pounds… he is the 5-Star Champion, Jonathan Winters!!!

Aerials, in the sky,
When you lose small mind,
You free your life.

Winters strolls over to a corner and props himself up there and looks right into Youngblood's eyes. A certain hatred is there.

Nick: Last week, we saw Winters and Youngblood have a match--

Richard: I wouldn't consider that a match.

Nick: Yeah, I was getting to that part, Richard.

Richard: Oh, sorry, go on.

Nick: Like I was saying, last week, we saw Winters and Youngblood have a match--

Richard: I wouldn't consider that a match.

Nick: Richard! What did I just say?!

Richard: Oh, yeah, sorry, I forgot.

Nick: Okay, let's try this again. Last week, we saw Winters and Youngblood have a match--

Richard: I wouldn't consider that a match.

Nick: I give up!

In the ring, the bell goes off and neither man wastes any time as they lock up in the center of the ring. Youngblood, being slightly the larger of the two, wins the collar and elbow tieup and gets Winters into an armbar. Winters struggles with this as he tries to fight out of it, but Youngblood slams his elbow into Winter's arm before pushing him into the ropes. He follows it up with a few stiff forearms before whipping Winters into the ropes and goes for a clothesline. Yet, Winters is able to duck it and as Youngblood turns around, he's dropped with a standing dropkick.

Richard: Both men off to an even start here.

Nick: These two aren't going to give an inch. Two weeks ago, Winters attacked Youngblood which brought us the farce of the match from last week that Lisa Tyler made. By walking out, Winters basically gave Youngblood a title match here tonight.

Richard: I'm going to call that the unsmart thing to do.

Nick: You'd be right Richard. For a change, you'd be right.

Both men get right back up to her feet and Winters takes the charge as he kicks Youngblood a few times in the gut before putting him in a side headlock. Yet, Youngblood is ready for this as he wraps his arms around Winter's torso and nails him with a side suplex! Winters breaks the side headlock and gets right back up only to be dropped by a clothesline! The champion isn't down for long though as he gets right back up and surprises Youngblood with a knife edge chop across the chest. This stuns Youngblood as he clutches at his chest. This gives Winters the opening that he needs as he plants an European Uppercut on Youngblood which sends him into the corner. Winters takes a few steps back before rushing in at Youngblood and nailing him with a running low Yakuza kick! Youngblood falls to the ground and Winters goes for the quick cover.

Nick: Winters looking to end it early here.

ONE!

TWO!

Richard: And Youngblood easily kicks out.

Nick: Two out of three falls is the name of the game here, and that's not going to be simple, that's for sure.

Richard: I'm going to imagine not.

Winters gets back to his feet and drags Youngblood up as well by his neck. He slams his fist into Youngblood's face before pushing him into the ropes. Yet, Youngblood snaps back with a fist of his own that drops Winters for a brief second. As Winters gets back up, he's met with a boot to the midsection from Youngblood before an European Uppercut of his own! Winters grabs his mouth and turns away from Brandon. Youngblood takes immediate advantage of this as he rushes up behind Winters, wraps his arms around his torso and nails him with a release German Suplex. Winters goes flying across the ring and lands squarely on the back of his head. He grabs it in pain as he rolls onto his face. Youngbood just simply walks over and grabs Winters by the ankle before dragging him into the center of the ring.

Richard: If Youngblood is smart here, then he'll attack that leg of Winters so he can't get off his superkick.

Nick: Something tells me that he's already four steps ahead of you, Richard.

Richard: Oh, well, you know. Just letting the fans out there know.

Nick: I'm going to make a judgment call here and say that the fans are rather intelligent.

Youngblood grabs the right leg of Winters and kicks it a few times in the hamstring. He then grabs the targeted leg and puts Winters in half Boston Crab. Brandon has it locked in good as the referee checks on Winters and wonders if he's going to give up here. Youngblood bites his bottom lip as he wrenches as hard as he can, hoping to rip all of the tendons in Winter's leg. Meanwhile, the face on Winters is priceless as he's fighting through the pain. He obviously refuses to give up as he grabs at the ring apron, trying to fight his way to the ropes. He slowly uses his elbow to move him along as Brandon sits lower to try and put more pressure on Winters. It's useless though as Winters is able to reach the ropes and breaks the hold. Yet, Youngblood refuses to break the hold as the referee yells at him to do so.

Nick: Youngblood doesn't want to get a DQ here.

Richard: Part of me says that Youngblood doesn't give a damn. He just wants to rip Winter's leg off.

Nick: Yeah, well, he won't be able to do that if he loses the entire match because of it.

Richard: Point.

As the referee counts to five, Youngblood breaks it and walks away as the referee begins to berate him. Instead of listening to him go on and on, Youngblood pushes the referee away and goes back to Winters as he kicks the injured leg time and time again while Winters tries to get up. He then drags Winters up and grabs his injured leg before nailing a single leg takedown. Youngblood follows through with it and lands on the leg before wrenching it back as Winters tries to fight him off. He throws fist after fist at Youngblood, but Youngblood just ignores them to the best of his abilities. Seeing that this isn't going to work, Winters rakes at Youngblood's eyes and it breaks the hold as Youngblood grabs at his eyes. The referee yells at Winters about the rules, but just like Youngblood, the champion could care less.

Richard: Both men are ignoring the rules tonight. I like it.

Nick: I bet you do, but those rules are not to be taken lightly. Especially not in this environment.

Richard: Yeah, yeah, Nick. Stop being a party pooper.

Nick: Seriously, Richard, we're in the year 2007. Not 1987.

Richard: I miss the drugs Nick, I miss them.

Winters is back to his feet and so is Youngblood. Winters immediately goes for a few quick strikes to the face which pushes Youngblood back into the corner again. Winters then kicks Youngblood in the midsection with his injured leg and ends up hurting himself more than Youngblood as he crumples to one knee as he grabs at his leg in pain. Youngblood sees this and pulls Winters back up to his feet. He then connects with a stiff kick to the injured leg of Winters! He quickly bounces off the ropes and nails a chop block on his injured leg that takes Winters down quickly! Youngblood quickly starts kicking Winters injured knee without restrictions, throwing every ounce of strength and weight he can behind it. He then grabs Winters leg and drags him to the nearest rope and wrapping it around the rope, using every advantage he can to continually injure the leg.

Nick: Youngblood is showing why he is truly one of the best around as he just has honed in on that leg. Winters might not be able to walk out of here much less retain that title.

Richard: I think that's Youngblood's idea as well.

Nick: Not a bad one to be honest. Youngblood is at his best in the technical world and this is it right here.

Then, Youngblood props Winters leg onto the second rope before using the bottom rope as a trampoline and jumping onto the leg of Winters! Quickly, Winters pulls it back as he grabs it in a world of pain, wondering how much more damage he can feasibly take! Yet, Youngblood isn't done as he rips the leg from Winters grasp and does the same thing again! Winters yells out in pain this time as Youngblood drags Winters back to the center of the ring with the intent on doing more damage to that knee! He once again goes for a half boston crab, but Winters is ready for it and kicks Youngblood in the ribs with his good leg! This gives Winters some space and he is able to claw his way back to his knees as Youngblood comes back at him! With reckless abandon, Winters throws a forearm to Youngblood's stomach and catches him off guard at that as Youngblood stumbles away with all of the air gone from his body. Using the ropes, Winters is able to make back up to both of his feet and can feel his injured leg buckling underneath his weight. He continues to hold on as Youngblood comes back at him and Winters can only strike him with a fist. This dazes Youngblood long enough for Winters to jump onto the second turnbuckle and nail a spinning heel kick to Youngblood!

Richard: And that just came out of nowhere!

Nick: Surely did as Winters was able to get his good leg to do some damage there.

Richard: Winters is going to have to block out the pain if he intends on going any further in this match.

Nick: And Winters is going for the pinfall after that one!

ONE!

TWO!

Richard: And Youngblood JUST gets his right shoulder up.

Nick: And he'd be one pinfall away from losing this match.

Richard: Yet, Youngblood is going to need something more then a simple heel kick to knock him out of this match. More like a superkick.

Nick: There might be some issues getting that one off.

Richard: I'd say.

Back in the ring, Winters is back to his feet, though hobbling, while he waits for Youngblood to get back up to his feet. Slowly, Brandon does and Winters just waits for him. As he gets up on his feet, Winters rushes up to Youngblood as fast as he can and wraps his arms around Youngblood's waist and goes for a suplex. Yet, with his injured leg, it proves to be difficult as he struggles to get Youngblood up. Youngblood pushes Winters off of him and nails him with a running clothesline. Winters fights to get right back up, but Youngblood grabs the injured leg of Winters and takes him down quickly before planting in an ankle lock, twisting the entire leg of Winters as he howls out in pain.

Nick: Oh, this one doesn't look good for Winters! It's going to be rather difficult to move out of this one!

Richard: Sure enough. If Winters is smart, he taps now so that his leg isn't more ripped up then it already is.

Nick: I don't think he's going do that.

Richard: I don't think he's going to have a choice, Nick!

The referee checks on Winters who is biting his bottom lip as his head is buried into the mat, trying to fight off the pain. Yet, it's no use. Winters looks up at the referee and taps out to the ankle lock as the referee rings the bell and gets Youngblood off of Winters.

Vince Howard: The winner of the first fall, via submission, BRANDON! YOUNGBLOOD!

Richard: That's gotta be a tough pill for Winters to swallow there as he had to take the loss on the first pinfall.

Nick: It's not going to be easy for him the rest of the way either. Hesitating as long as he did to tap didn't help his leg out and Youngblood knows that. He's like a shark and can smell the blood in the water. This is going to be an uphill battle for Winters, that's for sure.

Richard: And the referee is checking on Winters who is obviously favoring that leg. Yet, he's using the ropes to get back up and shake it off as the referee checks on both men.

Nick: It'll be just a moment before they start it back up here. Winters is going to need to come out heavy and throw everything he has at Youngblood to wear him down. Youngblood took some good shots in that last one, but that was clearly a Youngblood victory there.

Richard: We'll have to see if Winters can grit through the pain. He's going to have to if he intends on having a chance to win two pinfalls in a row.

DING!

Nick: And there's the bell as Youngblood is taunting Winters to come and get him. Yet, Winters isn't going to move. Not if he doesn't have to.

Youngblood just laughs at Winters as he walks over to him and Winters just decks him in the face! This takes Youngblood by surprise as Winters just keeps it up, doing his best to ignore the pain. He pushes Youngblood into the ropes and whips him into the them before nailing him with a Lou Thesz Press and starts wailing away at him with fist after fist. Younbglood is finally able to push Winters off of him and Winters grabs onto the ropes to help himself back up. He knows he's limited in his abilities and doesn't try anything too crazy. He walks up to Youngblood as he gets back up and starts hitting him with a flurry of rights and lefts, knocking Youngblood around before he nails him with a bionic elbow and finally a spinning forearm that drops Youngblood!

Richard: And that's aptly called, Overwhelming Odds, which Winters is going to need here tonight.

Nick: If he can keep Youngblood on his toes and unable to get any offense in, then he's going to get that job done for sure.

Richard: It's going to take more then a few punches and a forearm to stop Youngblood. The man is on a mission.

Nick: So is Winters.

Slowly, Youngblood gets back up and Winters is ready for him as he drops him right back to the mat with a spear, the Cold Shoulder! Youngblood is stunned by this as Winters goes for the quick cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Yet, Youngblood is able to get a shoulder up as Winters slams his fists into the ground. He gets back up and so does Youngblood who slams his elbow into Winters midsection. Winters drops to one knee as Youngblood comes over and drags him to his feet. He whips Winters into the rope and somehow Winters is able to stay up on both legs as he runs into the ropes. Youngblood goes for a back body drop, but Winters leaps over him and continues running. As Youngblood turns around, he's met with a flying crossbody from Winters! Both competitors go down, but with the adrenaline rushing through his body, Winters isn't down for long.

Nick: It seems like that Winters has found his second wind.

Richard: And not a moment too late. He needed that badly.

Nick: He needs to keep this momentum going and knowing Winters, once he gets in this mindset it's going to be rather difficult to knock him out of it!

Richard: For Winters sake, let's hope he can do it.

Nick: Aren't you quite the optimist?

Richard: Don't worry, I'll start bashing you and your mother, and supporting both guys. Just figured to throw a curveball in there.

Nick: Right on.

Winters then starts climbing the nearby turnbuckle, forgetting that his leg might be seriously injured. Down below, Youngblood starts to stir, unaware of where Winters even is. Slowly, he gets to his feet, slightly dazed from the onslaught from Winters. He turns around, desperate to find Winters, and before he knows it, Winters is soaring through the air and connects with a Missile Dropkick! The shot drops Youngblood hard as Winters pops right back up and can feel the energy soaring through him as he walks over to a nearby corner and his eyes narrow as he locks onto Youngblood. Brandon slowly starts to get up again and turns towards Winters who is just ready for him. As Youngblood's jaw comes into view, Winters goes for the strike to get his pinfall.

The Superkick.

The Indifference Maker.

...

...

...

Yet, Youngblood was waiting for it. He is able to sidestep it and in one fluid motion, he picks Winters up and nails him with a spinebuster into the mat!

Richard: OOOOOOH! That had to HURT!

Nick: Yeah, I'm going to go with Captain Obvious for 200, Alec.

Richard: Okay, you got me there.

Nick: Oh, I know I did.

Richard: Back to the match, Youngblood either has amazing instincts or just knew that was coming.

Nick: It was something, that was for sure. Winters didn't see or feel that coming until the last possible second.

Richard: And Youngblood is going for his second pinfall and the match as well as the Five-Star Title here!

ONE!

...

TWOOOOOO!

...

THR-- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: And Winters kicks out! And Youngblood can't believe it!

Youngblood immediately shoots up and starts yelling at the referee, unable to believe that he's not the new 5 Star Champion! He argues that it was a three count and that the referee was slow to count. Yet, the referee holds his position even as Brandon gets irate in his face. He starts going crazy at the referee and pushes him into the corner! The referee doesn't like this one bit and starts to tell Youngblood to calm down or he's going to disqualify him. Youngblood slams his hand into the ropes as he feels like it's all over. He turns around, his mind returning to Winters.

BANG!

And he's down on the mat. As a result of the Superkick!

Nick: INDIFFERENCE MAKER! YOUNGBLOOD NEVER SAW IT COMING!

Richard: Neither did the fans! Winters just popped up at the last possible second and threw all of his weight into that one!

Nick: And Winters is slowly crawling over to Youngblood's body for the pinfall! And he hooks the leg!

ONE!

...

TWOOOOOOOO!

...


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Richard: And Youngblood picks up his first pinfall! We're all tied up and it's going down to the last possible pinfall of the evening!

Vince Howard: The winner of the second fall... JONATHON! WINTERS! It's all tied up at one a piece!

Nick: This is going to be one hell of a finish as Winters is dragging himself back up to his feet while the referee checks on Youngblood who is slowly coming to, unable to piece together what happened there.

Richard: I think Youngblood can't believe what happened. I'm not sure he even knows where he's at.

Nick: He better get a clue because the referee is about to ring the bell.

DING!

Nick: It's down to this, one final pinfall, and someone walks out of here tonight with the 5-Star Title. Winters, who just defeated Jason Snow for the title, would love to walk out of here tonight with it. Yet, can he? His leg has some damage to it courtesy of Youngblood and he might not have the strength or will to finish it. Youngblood on the other hand is a man who revolutionized the 5-Star title and has felt like for months that he should've had this title shot. Now that he's here, can he capitalize on it?

Richard: It's down to this, one announcer, boring the hell out of the rest of us. Nick Stuart, a man who can talk on and on for hours at a time without even taking a breath. Can he keep boring us? Should he keep boring us? His vocal chords have to start wearing out and it's only a matter of time before he taps. On the other hand, Richard Parker, millionaire and sexiest man alive, how long can he keep this up? How long can he listen to this man drain on and on? Will he snap before Nick can finish?

Nick: I hate you.

Richard: I know.

In the ring, Winters just waits for Youngblood to get up. Slowly, Youngblood does exactly that and Winters walks up to him. Yet, Youngblood explodes with a fast uppercut that stuns Winters who stumbles back slightly. Youngblood starts laying into him before whipping him into the ropes and connecting with an elbow to the sternum. Yet, Winters doesn't go down. Instead, he stumbles into the corner and slams his boot into Youngblood's midsection as he walks up to him. Winters then pulls himself up onto the second turnbuckle and nails Youngblood with a double axe handle smash to the head that drops both men. Winters rolls to the ropes and uses them to get back up, but Youngblood is already back up as he whips Winters into the ropes and nails him with a scoop slam. He then bounces off the ropes and drops his knee onto the injured leg of Winters. The pain is unbearable as Youngblood gets back up and slams his knee into the injured leg again.

Nick: And Youngblood takes the early advantage here.

Richard: Nick, shut up and watch the match already.

Nick: Fine.

He pulls Winters back up to his feet, and Winters starts exploding with fist after fist. He then kicks Youngblood in the midsection and bounces off the ropes. Yet, Youngblood is ready for him as he just chop blocks Winters again! Winters rolls through it and into the ropes where he's able to pull himself back up, but his focus is on his leg and not Youngblood who is sneaking up behind him. Then, he wraps his arms around Winters and nails him with the Katahajime Suplex! With Winters down on the ground, he just holds onto the Gridlock, knowing that this could be it.

Richard: And talk about out of nowhere! He didn't give Winters a chance to react!

Nick: That's how it's supposed to be done!

Richard: The referee is checking on Winters... AND IT'S OVER! HE'S CALLING FOR THE BELL!

The referee yells at Youngblood to get off of Winters, but he holds onto it for a moment. Finally, he lets go and gets up, a smile on his face as he knows what's coming next.

Vince Howard: YOUR WINNER AND NEW 5-STAR CHAMPION! BRANDON! YOUNGBLOOD!

The title is brought over to Youngblood who looks up at it and then holds it up high, knowing that it's his time to shine.

Richard: Gotta feel for Winters who fought as hard as he could, but Youngblood just took away so much of his momentum when he took out Winters' leg.

Nick: So true. I think we're going to see many more Winters and Youngblood battles over that title though.

Richard: Oh, hell yeah.

The cheering sounds of the T.D. Banknorth audience are heard in the background as the camera opens up on the stern visage of "The Bad Dog," Wade Elliott. He sits in what seems to be a locker room, eyes aimed toward the floor.

Wade Elliott: Yer gon' have to remain strong. Ye got to stay real calm n' collected. Can't let yer anger git the best've ya, like usual.

The bark of what could only be a dog sounds off camera, which pans to the left, revealing the infamous Bluetick hound known as Angus, eliciting more cheers from the background.

Wade Elliott: I'm referrin' to you n' Gamble! I'm real f**kin' lucky he ain't pressed no charges after ya went n' took a bite at 'im.

Angus growls through bared teeth.

Wade Elliott: I know it, I'd like to hang 'im from a real tall tree myself. But the point bein' is yer gonna have to stay in here while I git to whuppin' his ass. Can't have ya runnin' down the ramp in the middle of the god-damn match to pounce on 'im.

Angus whines.

Wade Elliott: Don't gimme that! Ye've spent more'n enough time sittin' in the truck, you can spend a li'l time in this here locker room. 'Sides, I told Lindsay to swing by if she could to keep ya company.

Angus switches attitudes, flopping his tongue out into a happy pant. Wade smirks, scratching the dog behind its ears.

Wade Elliott: Yeah, I know she treats ya good. She's a busy woman though, what with bein' champion, so don't git too upset if she can't find time to swing by.

Angus enjoys the ear scratching. Wade looks up to a wall clock, taking note of the time. He heaves a heavy sigh, reaches off-screen to retrieve his brown drifter's hat, and sets it on top of his head before turning attention back to his dog.

Wade Elliott: Time to pay the bills.

The Drifter gives the pup a good pat on the head before again reaching off-screen, this time grabbing hold of his Intense Championship. He stands, shakes his head, transforming the slight grin into his trademark poker face, and steps out the door, slamming it shut behind him. Angus looks over his shoulder, a glint of worry in his doggy-eyes.

Angus whines.

## 1, 2, 3 - Go!

Broken,
Yeah, you've been living on the edge of a broken dream.
Nothing,
Yeah, that's the only thing you'll ever take away from me. ##

A voice dominates the lyrics of Drowning Pool's 'Step Up'. The Southern Sparkplug's voice, to be more precise.

The Wal-Tron lights up to show footage from ReVolution 136, where Elliott slams his hands into Gamble's chest, smashing him against the wall.

"When I first showed up in PRIME, Asa Fountain caught me backstage an' gave me a talkin' to. Said he hoped that I'd do PRIME proud an' shut some assholes up. I told 'im I meant to do just that, an' I intend to."

## I'm never gonna stop,
I'm never gonna drop,
Ain't no different than it was before.

So take some good advice,
You better stop and think twice,
Before you take your first step,
Out that door. ##

Footage from ReVolution 138, where Elliott lifts Gamble into the air by his neck, staring at him with hatred now shows over the Tron, as Elliott continues to speak.

"It ain't just Gamble I'm lookin' to bury. It's all three've em'. Shakur, Gamble, Silver. All this bulls**t started with that long haired c**t, Shakur. I beat him once, knocked 'im out an' took' his belt, he bitched an' moaned, called fer a re-match in a cage, I accepted, an' beat 'im again by breakin' a handle've bourbon 'cross his mouth."

## If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down. ##

More footage from ReV 138 airs, as The Drifter catches The Grin in the face with a big boot off the ropes.

"That's one down. Gamble's just the next one in line, an' he was stupid enough to accept a Dog Collar Match fer The Great American Nightmare. Now he's gone n' got himself tied up to the Bad Dog with a chain, an' that means there ain't nowhere to run, which means ol' Wade's gonna put 'im out fer good."

## You had your chance to walk away.
Live to see another day.

If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
You're gonna get knocked down... ##

Cut to footage from ReV 141, where the Southern Sparkplug stomps Gamble with terrible ferocity, eyes burning and releasing a earth-shaking bellow.

"That'll be two down. An' you can bet yer ass Silver'll be next on my f**kin' list.

## Aaaaah...

Suffering,
Yeah, that's the only thing here that's left for you.
Nothing,
Yeah, that's the only thing you're ever gonna fuckin' do. ##

More footage plays over the Wal-Tron, this piece of Gamble crushing a steel chair into a fallen Wade's head backstage from ReVolution 137.

"I'm not supposed to be here, much less win the Intense title."

## I'm never gonna stop,
I'm never gonna drop,
Ain't no different than it was before.

So take some good advice,
You better stop and think twice,
Before you take your first step,
Out that door. ##

Footage from ReV 140, where the Blue Collar Brawler crumbled to the mat after a sickening blow from Gamble's chain-wrapped knuckles.

"Same thing was said about the Five Star title match against Tsonda. I was supposed to lose the Jewel in the Crown match against Jason Snow and never even make it to face Angelo Deville. The Alias title match against The Illustrious Face Eater, not expected to win that one either."

## So if you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down. ##

Footage from ReV 141, where Gamble has Elliott locked in the 'Smile For Me' as Shakur and Silver continue to beat and taunt him, plays over the Tron.

"I keep doing what no one says I can, and time and time again people ignore that and focus on the size or strength difference between me and my opponents. I didn't get here by listening to them. I got here by proving them wrong."

## You had your chance to walk away.
Live to see another day.

If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
You're gonna get knocked down... ##

ReV 143 footage now plays, as Gamble is shown kicking Angus violently before walking back into the arena.

"Wade thinks I've bitten off more than I can chew... Trust me, my bark isn't as big as my bite, and I can bark pretty damn loud."

## You're gonna get knocked down...

And now you've crossed that line...
You must be out your mind. ##

A deep voice replaces the voices of Gamble and Elliott as the image of the Intense Title is shown on the Tron.

## Go. ##

"Things are about to get intense.

## If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down. ##

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


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

Vince Howard: The following Intense title match is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada by way of New York City. He stands up around my waist and weighs less than the cue card I'm reading this form...


## I look at you, then you me
Hungry and thirsty are we
Holding the lion's share
Holding the key
Holding me back 'cause I'm striving to be ##



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

Vince Howard: He is, Tony 'The Grin' GAAAAMMMBBBBLLLLLLEEEE!!!



## Better than you
Better than you
Better than you
Better than you ##



Tony takes his time walking up the ring steps, staring into the ring for a few seconds with his left hand on the top rope, before ducking between the top and middle rope to step into the ring. The Wal*tron now shows footage from Revolution 112, where Gamble slams Jason Snow face first into the mat with his 'Stop Laughing At Me' signature move, then follows it up by locking Snow in the 'Smile For Me' and makes him tap.



## Lock horns, I push and I strive
Some how I feel more alive
Bury the need for it
Bury the seed
Bury me deep when there's no will to be ##



Grabbing a microphone from one of the ringside technicians, a wide grin painted on his face as he soaks up the negative reaction of the crowd. Another clip shows on the Wal*tron, this one from King of Kings, where Tony Gamble became the Jewel in the Crown Champion when Angelo Deville passed out and succumbed to the strain and pressure of Tony's 'Smile For Me'.



## Better than you
Better than you
Better than you
Better than you ##



Tony Gamble: Now now, I know you sheep have this mechanism inside you that automatically makes you boo me as soon as I step through the curtain, but I assure you that you only make yourselves sound like tools. Am I an asshole, yeah, I'm sure I am. I could care less about coming out here and shaking hands with a couple of drunken bastards that think they're entitled to touch the hands of someone as perfect as me.

A string of boos ring out, and one drunken man in the front row extends a middle finger that Gamble has to tippy toe over the top rope to even see.

Tony Gamble: You are the idiots that choose to spend their hard earned money to come to these shows instead of spending it on a couple of Hooked on Phonics CD's so you can actually pronounce the English language. So boo me if you want. Just make sure you save some for later, because you're going to be doing a lot more of it when I'm done teaching the Big Dud himself how to Smile. For. Me.

Tony drops the microphone, the boos emanating from the crowd deafening, when the banjo strings of "That's How I Like It," by Lynyrd Skynyrd start to play over the PA system, it is quickly drowned out by the ear splitting cheers. Thomas Giles fastens the dog collar around Gamble's neck, then tugs on the chain to make sure it's secure.

Banjo strings filter through the speakers, twanging away and eventually growing into the steady thump of a bass drum.

Nick: This must be Wade's new theme, after cutting ties with Toby Keith! Gotta love Skynyrd!

Richard: If you love your cousin.

The guitar slams the speakers, exploding Skynyrd Goodness to the city of Boston. As the lyrics hit, out stalks "The Bad Dog," Wade Elliott onto the ramp,

"RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Drifter's hat tipped low, he lifts his Intense Title into the air to the crowd. He plays the crowd a bit before lowering his belt, letting it dangle above the floor from a clenched fist as he marches down the ramp.

Vince Howard: And his opponent! Hailing from Pine Ridge, Alabama, standing six feet, three inches tall and weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-four pounds...he is your INTENSE CHAMPION..."The Bad Dog," WAAAAADE EEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLIOOOOOOTTTTT!!!!!

"Where I come from it's grits and gravy, not champagne and caviar!
Got pickup trucks, ain't no Mercedes, that's who we are!
Oooooh! Yeah, I wouldn't change a thing.

Wade steps onto the apron and clambers through the ropes. He takes a second to lock angry eyes with Gamble before proceeding to the opposite ring post.

"I ain't no saint, sometimes a sinner, and I can't tell you why!
But I get up, every mornin', and thank the man above.
Oooooh! My life is good!"

The Southern Sparkplug steps onto the middle ropes and throws his belt into the air along with the chorus.

"Like my women hot and my beer ice cold!
A real fast car and my whiskey old!
Like a slow drive down and old dirt road!

That's How I like it!"

The Drifter hops down and thumps to the far turnbuckle, climbing the second rope to again heave his belt in the air.

"I like to turn my music way up loud!
Ain't nothin' better than the sound of a crowd!
American flag, it makes me proud!

That's how I like it!

Yeah!"

Elliott jumps to the mat. The referee takes his belt, hoisting it above him to signal the title bout. Wade pitches his Drifter's hat while his music fades away, the intense roar of the crowd left to pierce the eardrums as Elliott gives Giles a glance before stepping to center ring, where Gamble is waiting. Elliott gets right in The Grin's face.

Nick: This fight has been brewing for quite a while now... Wade has been pushed to the limit by Gamble on many an occasion, and kicking Angus was the last straw.

Richard: I'm sure he heard what Gamble had to say, too. I guarantee you Wade didn't take kindly to Gamble proclaiming victory.

Gamble remains totally impassive, while referee Thomas Giles gets Elliott back to his corner so he can wrap the other end of the chain's dog collar around his neck.

DING DING DING!

Elliott makes a beeline for Gamble again, who extends his hand to the technician!

Richard: Sportsmanship?! BOOOO!

Elliott ponders Tony's hand, clasps it quickly and then lunges for a collar and elbow. Tony barely gets his arms up in time, and Elliott bulls him back toward the ropes, then muscles him into the southeast corner of the ring. The ref tries to intercede, making a five count as Giles signals for a clean break. Elliott releases Gamble at four... then backs out of the corner.

Gamble starts out of the corner and they lock up again. Elliott yanks Gamble into a side headlock, working the hold and forcing Tony down to one knee. He then chain wrestles into a front facelock, grinding Gamble's head and neck in the crook of his arm.

Nick: Elliott in clear command here in the beginning of this match, I'm not sure why Tony's trying to wrestle with a man that is obviously bigger than him.

Elliott goes back to the side headlock and swings Gamble over to the mat.

Tony hollers out in pain as Elliott continues to crank on his head and neck.

Nick: You don't see many wrestlers who can make even a simple headlock a devastating and energy-sapping maneuver.

Richard: Tony's just letting him wear himself out, you know how he works!

Suddenly Tony rolls Elliott over onto his shoulders.

Nick: What does he think he's doing?

Elliott starts to roll back over but Gamble shifts the Big Dog back onto his shoulders in another pinning predicament.

Nick: He knows this match doesn't end in a pinfall doesn't he?

Elliott starts to roll back, and again Gamble rolls Elliott back onto his shoulders.

Richard: Of course he does, he's just playing possum.

Elliott finally kicks free, rolling to his feet and heading right for Gamble again.

Nick: Gamble left Elliott with just one avenue of escape there...

Tony reaches a knee and catches Elliott with a forearm shot to the gut! Wade barely flinches, answering with a forearm shot across the back of the neck and a double chop to the small of his back. But Gamble tags Wade in the stomach again.

Richard: BODY BLOW! BODY BLOW!

Elliott sneers and kicks Gamble in the side of the head. He bends to pull Tony into a standing headscissors, when suddenly Tony pulls Elliott's feet out from under him and flips forward.

Richard: HE HAS HIM LOCK-

Nick: Yeah, he obviously knows what he's doing.

Tony releases the pin and goes over to argue with Giles, but completely forgets about the chain attached to the collar around his neck until he feels a sudden tug that pulls him down on his ass in the center of the ring. Clutching at the collar, Tony watches as Wade drags him closer to him like he's just caught the biggest fish in the ocean.

Nick: Maybe now he'll start paying attention.

Elliott grabs Tony by the chain and lifts him to his feet, but Gamble kicks free of his grasp. Elliott staggers back a few inches, but Tony doesn't waste any time and catches him with an armdrag! The crowd expresses their disdain for the contender as Gamble cinches in an armbar on Elliott's right arm.

Richard: Tony showing why he has taken down some of the biggest names in our sport!

Nick: Tony Gamble indeed gets the best of Wade Elliott in that exchange, and that's not something you see every day!

Already Elliott is twisting back and forth on the mat, trying to escape the hold. Gamble has his left knee jammed into Elliott's shoulder joint while he pulls back on the arm, trying to keep the bigger man grounded. Elliott, meanwhile, tries to roll into the pressure, and catches Gamble with a punch to the calf. Then another! Tony grimaces, and Elliott shoves him away and stands, pulling Tony up into another side headlock, but Tony twists free and starts to go for a top wristlock! The two men jockey for position...

Nick: So far a solid contest between these two competitors.

The taller Elliott, however, is starting to get the upper hand. As he starts to bend Tony back, Tony just lets his body go limp! The sudden absence of resistance sends Elliott leaning forward, and Tony armdrags him back over to the mat, rolling to his feet. But Elliott is right there to meet him and catches Tony with a kick to the gut! Sneering, he goes for the side headlock again, but Gamble shoves Elliott off and into the ropes. Elliott hooks the rope to prevent bouncing back.

Gamble is bouncing from foot to foot now, punching at the air in front of him as Elliott circles PRIME's resident midget, sizing him up. Elliott moves in for another collar and elbow, when Gamble drops his arms and goes for a kick to the gut. Elliott catches his leg and leg whips Tony over to the mat!

Richard: UH OH!

Elliott bends to go for some sort of leg lock, but Gamble reaches up and pulls Elliott down into a cradle.

Nick: Okay, this is too much!

Tony releases his hold on Wade quickly and kips up, only to find Giles signaling that Tony has to tap each turnbuckle in order to win the match. Frustrated, Tony turns to find Wade lifting himself up from a three point stance to charge at him, but Gamble quickly drops to the mat and uses Elliott's own momentum to carry him over and drop him with a drop toe hold.

Nick: Gamble pulling out all the stops here, as he uses a simple move to bring the Big Dog down to his level!

Richard: All in a day's work, Nick... All in a day's work.

Gamble tries to follow up by mounting Wade, only to have Elliott drive an elbow into his chest and knock him backward. He pounces onto the reigning Jewel in the Crown(Which happens to be coming up in case you're interested in joining.), wrapping the chain around his neck and yanking back as hard as he can.

Richard: WADE ELLIOTT IS TRYING TO KILL HIM!

Nick: This is a perfectly legal move in this match, and Elliott looks to be taking full advantage of it.

But Gamble answers with a savage and frantic series of back elbows with his free hand. They find various targets-the side of the head, the ear, the nose-until Elliott's grip starts to lessen. Gamble rolls free of Elliott, who's now on all fours, and jumps onto his back with a stretch of chain hanging between both hands.

Nick: IT'S TONY'S TURN TO USE THE CHAIN!

Richard: I'm beginning to love this match.

Elliott struggles to breathe, one hand grasping at the chain trying to pull it loose from his neck, while the other supports the two men from collapsing to the mat.

Nick: Gamble is refusing to back down from the fight, taking it right to the much bigger Wade Elliott here tonight.

Richard: He's like a rabid wolverine, Nick!

Nick looks over at his colleague. Richard acknowledges the slip with a shrug of his shoulders.

Richard: They're both small mean animals, I forgot.

In the ring, Tony proves he could've been a cowboy(Take that TOBY!) in another life, the chain still wrapped around Elliott's throat, as he rolls left and right trying to get out from under his opponent. Using his strength as an advantage, Wade gets up onto one knee, then uses all of the energy he has left to get up into a standing position with Tony still on his back. As if swatting at a fly on his back, Elliott struggles to break loose of Tony's hold, until finally, he twists free and ensnares Tony in a reverse waistlock, popping his hips to DRILL Gamble with a German suplex!

Nick: OOOH WHAT A SUPLEX!

Both men are sprawled out on the mat, their chests heaving as they suck in whatever oxygen they can before they have to get back up.

Richard: Gamble landed right on the back of his head. I don't think he knows where he is right now!

Tony staggers forward, trying to reach the ropes, and grabbing the top strand with his right hand. Elliott rears back and tags Tony with a BLISTERING forearm across the back. And another! And another and another and another! Finally, Gamble lets go, and Elliott hoists him into the air for a delayed belly-to-back suplex...

But before he can drop the hammer, Gamble twists in Elliott's grip, hooking him and bringing him back over to the mat with a side headlock takedown!

Nick: What a counter, from the reigning Jewel in the Crown champion!

Yes, I'm plugging the pay per view again.>=J

Richard: Pretty soon you'll be calling him the reigning Intense champion, Nick.

Elliott ends up rolling forward under the bottom rope, landing on his feet. As he turns back, Tony goes for a baseball slide dropkick, but Elliott sidesteps it. He yanks on the chain to add velocity to the already mobile Gamble as he slides out, then turns, tossing Tony INTO THE BLACK SECURITY BARRIER!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Gamble flops face first to the mat, grabbing at the back of his head and kicking his feet weakly.

Nick: That... was... AWESOME!

Richard: Collusion!

Grimacing, Gamble starts to push himself back to his feet before slumping back to the floor. The Intense champion turns to face Tony, then turns back and starts to enter the ring.

Nick: Looks like Elliott might try and get the count out victory.

But instead the Intense champion rolls right back out to the floor.

Richard: That may turn out to be his first real mistake in this match!

Elliott pulls Tony up and shoves his carcass into the ring.

Richard: One thing you never do, is give The Gamble another chance.

Elliott has pulled Gamble into a front facelock. He drives one knee up into Tony's ribcage. Then the other… Wash , rinse, repeat. After all of that, Elliott uses his left elbow and begins smashing it down into Gamble's upper back and neck with machine-like efficiency and force.

Nick: Elliott showing his diversity here. Showing a little bit of technical, strong style, brawling. The man is like a human Swiss Army Knife!

Elliott hooks both of Gamble's arms, and hoists him for a double underhook. He hoists Tony for a Tiger Bomb, but instead shifts him 90 degrees in midair so that Gamble's upper back comes CRASHING DOWN across an outstretched knee!

The fans pop at the impact as Tony flops to the canvas, grabbing at his neck and screaming in pain.

Richard: NOOOOO!

Nick: Wade Elliott pulling out ALL the stops, and Tony Gamble is writhing in pain!

Elliott wraps a loop of chain around his fist for a better grip, then marches toward the turnbuckle and slaps it violently before dragging the limp body of Gamble to get a better reach at the next turnbuckle.

Nick: The champion's looking to end this now!

Elliott drags the chain behind him as he reaches out for the next turnbuckle, his fingers inches away so he turns back to give Gamble another yank.

Richard: THAT'S MY BOY!

Elliott merely stumbles back into the corner after Tony drives a chain wrapped flying forearm into his chest. Shaking the momentary cobwebs out of his mind, Elliott catches the again charging Gamble with a kick that doubles him over, hooking Tony's left arm with his legs, and his right arm behind Elliott's left arm. With Tony in a very vulnerable position, Wade drives the elbow of his right arm into the center of Gamble's chest.

Nick: Wade Elliott can crack Tony's sternum with a blow that hard!

With Gamble's arms both restrained, Elliott rears back and drives yet another elbow into Gamble's sternum.

Richard: Okay, Tony might be dead.

With Tony’s body practically limp in his arms, Elliott decides to drive one final blow to his rival.

Nick: I don't know how much more of this Tony Gamble can take!

Tony slumps to the mat after the blow, and Elliott stands there looking down at him, a man defeated.

Nick: I think you may be right, he looks dead.

Elliott starts his routine once more, first wrapping a loop of chain around his hand, then walking over to the first turnbuckle to begin the series of four.

Nick: After a brutal fight with GCW's Vivica J. Valentine earlier in the night, Tony Gamble may have bitten off more than he could chew thinking he could go one on one with the Big Dog here tonight.

A second turnbuckle is slapped like a two dollar hooker holding out on her pimp, each step toward the next turnbuckle accompanied by a deep guttural groan.

Richard: HE’S ALIVE!

Gamble is weakly crawling for the ropes, just as Elliott is about to reach out for another turnbuckle. Still a few feet away, he turns ready for anything when he cannot go any further, only to find Gamble clutching the bottom rope for dear life. Elliott spits over the side of the ropes closest to him, then balls up his fists and heads back after the little midget that could. Stomping on Tony once before pulling him up to a kneeling position, he then waffles him with another forearm shot across the back. Suddenly Tony drops, twisting and grabbing Elliott by the waistband of his trunks. As Tony falls he pulls Elliott with him, sending Elliott stumbling through the ropes out to the floor!

Nick: Whoa!

Richard: He’s back in it, Nick!

Elliott is hanging over the middle rope, while referee Thomas Giles tries to make Tony release the chain that’s holding Elliott’s feet inches away from the floor.

Nick: Elliott... Elliott is being hung by the collar around his neck!

A quick camera change shows Tony’s feet pressed against the middle rope, the chain wrapped around both his hands as he pulls back and holds Wade inches off of the ground.

Richard: Serves Elliott right for trying to strangle Tony earlier.

Nick: You can’t be serious!

As a last desperation move, Elliott moves his hands away from his neck and grabs onto the ring apron, lifting himself to a sitting position to release some of the strain. Tony, upset at Wade’s inability to submit, releases the chain and rises to a standing position inside the ring. Still trying to catch his breath, Elliott doesn’t put up much of a struggle when Tony grabs him by the back of the head and lifts him to a hunched over position.

Nick: Tony Gamble getting a second wind!

Richard: Elliott should have let him get counted out earlier, because now it’s coming back to bite him in the ass.

Gamble pulls on some of the chain, giving himself some slack behind him as he measures Wade up for something. With both hands on the top rope, Tony launches himself over the top rope and over Elliott. He catches Elliott by the waist on the way over and pulls him down into a sunset flip.

Nick: That has to be one of the sickest sunset flips I’ve ever seen!

That is not a lie, Elliott’s head snaps against the top rope just enough to act as a springboard that launches his body the opposite direction before he gets snapped back violently by the chain around his neck.

Richard: DID TONY JUST TAKE HIMSELF OUT?!

Gamble is a bit woozy as Elliott dangles there like a limp noodle against the ropes. The sudden jerk of the chain snapped Gamble’s back against the edge of the apron very rough as well, causing him to clutch at both his neck and his back as he tries to lift himself up to his feet.

Richard: HE COULD HAVE KILLED HIMSELF!

Tony struggles to pull himself back up onto the apron, tossing the prone body of Wade Elliott into the ring through the ropes before making his way over to the corner.

Nick: What’s he doing now?

Gamble is making his way onto the top rope, pulling the chain and tossing it into the ring so as not to have it snagged on anything as he stands up tall on the top turnbuckle. Gamble leaps off, ramming his knee into the small of Elliott's back. Gamble rolls off the Intense champion and lays there on the mat, exhausted after such a grueling match.

Nick: Both men are laid out, and referee Thomas Giles has no idea what he should do.

Giles stands there, staring at both of the lifeless bodies laid out in the ring, their chests heaving with each struggled breath. That is, until Elliott rolls over onto his side, putting one arm down to help lift himself off the mat. Gamble notices the sudden movement and gets up onto one knee himself. Each movement is a battle against gravity as the weight of this match has finally grabbed onto their shoulders and tried to drag them down. Gamble stands and heads for Elliott, who lowers a shoulder and launches himself into Tony, driving him to the mat.

Nick: A spear… A spear by Wade Elliott!

Richard: I don’t know what to say… Seriously.

Mounting Gamble in the process, Elliott wraps a section of chain around his hand and uses it as brass knuckles as he starts to wail away on the forehead of the contender to his title.

Nick: HE’S BUSTED HIM OPEN! GAMBLE’S FOREHEAD IS BEING TORN TO SHREDS!!

With blood staining not only his knuckles, but the section of chain as well, Elliott exacts his revenge for the near lynching he was subjected to a few moments ago.

Richard: This match is out of control! Elliott’s out of his mind!!

Not looking to let anything hamper his progress, Wade Elliott stands up and lifts Tony Gamble up to a standing position of his own. He reaches his arm between Gamble’s legs and lifts Tony up onto his shoulders. Holding Tony in a fireman’s carry, Elliott staggers into the first corner and slaps the top turnbuckle.

Thomas Giles lifts his arm into the air behind Wade, signaling the first of four. The Southern Sparkplug shifts Tony on his shoulders and begins his journey toward the next corner as Giles lifts his other arm into the air with one finger extended on that one as well.

Nick: What?! What’s with the other hand?

Richard: I’m not sure.

As Elliott crosses the ring alongside the ropes, a replay behind him on the Wal-Tron shows footage of Tony’s hand slapping against the turnbuckle, just as Wade shifted him on his shoulders.

Nick: Was that accidental?

Richard: Has anything that Tony does ever been accidental?

Nick: But he’s out… Isn’t he?

Slapping his hand on the next turnbuckle, Giles extends another finger to signal Elliott’s second touch of the series. A second finger for Gamble shoots up within seconds.

Richard: HE’S PLAYING POSSUM!!!

Nick: Elliott has no clue that Tony’s conscious. He’s helping Tony reach his goal as well!

The crowd is trying to get his attention, but for all he knows they’re just cheering their champion on as he slaps his third turnbuckle… Tony does the same just as Elliott turns toward the last one.

Richard: The man is a genius! There was no way he’d be able to drag Elliott far enough to touch all four turnbuckles, and he managed to find a way!

Wrapping a section of chain that was dragging behind them around his hand, Tony balls it up into a fist much like Wade had done earlier.

Nick: WADE! LOOK OUT!

It’s too late.

Nick: NOOO!!!

Two quick strikes to the side of Elliott’s head stagger the Big Dog enough to make him lose his footing. They fall into the final turnbuckle in unison, and Giles motions for the bell to be rung.

Nick: WHO WAS IT?! WHAT’S GOING ON?!

Richard: IT HAD TO BE TONY!! IT HAD TO BE!

Giles grabs the title from Vince Howard and says something inaudible over the chants of the crowd.

PRIME THAT SHIT! PRIME THAT SHIT!!

Giles walks over as Howard’s voice echoes through the PA system.

Vince Howard: Ladies and gentlemen… The winner of this match...

Nick: THIS CROWD IS LIVID!

Screaming over the mass negativity, as trash and drinks get pelted into the ring, Nick and Richard – like most of the crowd – are on their feet as Tony struggles to his feet with his arm in the air and the Intense title hanging from his shoulder.

Richard: HE TOLD THEM AT THE BEGINING OF THE MATCH, NICK... HE TOLD THEM!

Nick: THEY DON'T LIKE IT! AT! ALL

Bryan: What a night of action it has been so far, Dave, and we're not done yet.

Yale: It's a good job we've got the PRIME announce team sitting here beside us, JB. Because my voice is starting to go already and I haven't even been calling all the matches!

Bryan: Well hang in there, my friend, because still to come we ha-

Before GCW's trusty play-by-play announcer can run down what's left to enjoy on the history-making night, a voice over the PA system interrupts him. Slightly deadpan, a hint of Tennessee.

"You look at that river gently flowing by. You notice the leaves rustling with the wind. You hear the birds; you hear the tree frogs. In the distance you hear a cow. You feel the grass. The mud gives a little bit on the river bank. It’s quiet; it’s peaceful. And all of a sudden, it’s a gear shift inside you. And it’s like taking a deep breath and going, 'Oh yeah, I forgot about this'."

Yale: Al Gore just totally cut you off, man.

Before James can comment, Living Colour's "Cult of Personality" starts up, unaccompanied by any entrance video.

Bryan: I can't say that music belongs to any GCW star I know of. I'm looking at our friends from PRIME at ringside here. This one of your guys, Nick?

Striding out onto the stage is a man decked out in a linen suit, the jacket of which is buttoned over a black t-shirt. A neatly trimmed beard and wavy, shoulder-length brown hair border his sharp-featured face, while a pair of mirrored sunglasses disguise his eyes. Oh, and...

Yale: ...is he wearing sandals?

Not recognising the man strolling down the aisle, and without any light-show or pyrotechnic display to excite them, the crowd create a dull murmur under his entrance theme, while some jeer at the prospect of the next match being delayed.

With the restless crowd waiting on more of the much publicised in-ring action, they become increasingly hostile as the man appears in no great hurry, ascending the ring steps in his own time before hopping through the ropes. Having been waiting in the ring to introduce a match, Joey Andrews looks slightly aggrieved at handing over the house microphone to the mystery man, but doesn't dally about in doing so as to usher along the proceedings.

The linen-suited man clears his throat, then swings his mirrored glasses up onto his forehead, revealing dark hazel eyes.

"Ladies and Gentleman, my name is Elijah Keeling."

Bryan: Dave?

Yale: Rings no bells to me, JB. Nick? Richard? No?

Keeling: Now, before I begin, can the lighting team hear me back there? Guys? Let's think about energy conservation here. No need to light an entire arena when there's only one focal point, is there?

More and more pockets of boos form within the crowd as the frantic pace of the history-making show is slowed down dramatically. Clicking his fingers back towards the stage, Elijah motions with the microphone to the lights above.

Keeling: Just leave a spotlight on me, guys, and know you've done your bit today.

At his command, the arena fades into darkness, just one harsh halo of light left on the unknown wrestler.

Keeling: I understand that you're all eager to see the next match on this momentous show, but I'm out here to talk to you all, for just for a few minutes, about two very important subjects. Maybe the two most urgent matters of the present day... the destructive effects of climate change rendering the planet unrecognisable, and, only just slightly less pressing, to which promotion have I signed - PRIME or GCW?

After only having heard a few sentences from Keeling, both sets of fans already seem sure which promotion they want to see him sign with: not theirs.

Keeling: Now, I know this might be a hard truth to stomach, some would even say it's 'inconvenient', but EACH AND EVERY ONE of you people will become an accessory to murder. You might not pull the trigger, but you turned a blind eye, you looked the other way, you buttoned your lips... you may as well have done the deed yourself. Yes, I'm talking about the brutal, unwarranted slaying of this planet... Earth.

Bryan: You're kidding me, right? This is a night that nobody thought could ever happen. A night where two promotions are literally giving fans double the show for their money, a night stacked with dream matches, and we're listening to a guy telling us to turn the lights off when we leave the room?

Yale: Someone turn the thermostat up a notch or two, just to piss this guy off.

"GET OUT OF THE RING!" "WE WANT WRESTLING!" "DIE, HIPPIE, DIE!"

The crowd have gone from restless to hostile to just plain angry, having put down their signs and banners for a moment to use their hands for more constructive purposes... well, to use two fingers.

Keeling: Oh, you may jeer me, but all you're accomplishing is drowning out the sound of the truth. Every time you put your keys in the ignition, to drive just yourself the 200 yards to the store, you might as well be stabbing a cold knife deep into the planet. Every bit of trash you just plough into landfills rather than recycling is like putting a pillow over the Earth's face and smothering it in its sleep. Every light yo-

From the tops of the arena's seating, an avalanche of jeering builds volume, crashing against the ringside barrier with deafening violence.

Keeling: And this is how the planet dies, with you all holding your hands over your ears and drowning out the truth with blah blah blah blah!

Yale: If I repeat on air some of the things the fans are yelling behind me, I'll be looking for a new job tomorrow morning, but I'm agreeing with 99% of them!

Pursing his lips, Elijah shakes his head at the crowd's reaction, then wags a patronising finger at them, pacing the ring.

Keeling: The problem here is that you're not appreciating a simple fact - your ignorance renders your opinion moot. You just don't understand it, all you need to do is nod and agree with the people telling you what's right. You don't need to think. There are people, like, say, President Gore, to think FOR you.

Bryan: Did he just say PRESIDENT Gore?

With each of the crowd's buttons that he presses, Elijah pushes them closer to exploding, seemingly in his element. Already a vocal contingent at ringside are hurling vile abuse at the lecturing unknown, their faces warped with hate.

Keeling: Forgive me, sir, in the front row here with the Black Sabbath shirt, who just called me something unrepeatable on this broadcast. Forgive me, SIR, if I use that vile insult as your rebuttal to climate change. Forgive me, SIR, if I don't take the opinion of a man who probably hasn't ever left the state he was born in above that of... say, Cameron Diaz? Who has just returned from Brazil campaigning against the destruction of the rain forests? Forgive me, SIR, if I take those two fingers you’re holding up as your undisputed scientific evidence that negates the recent studies Leonardo DiCaprio's foundation did into environmental terrorism?

He pauses, puffing out his chest, proud.

Keeling: Yes, I said it... TERRORISM.

A knowing smile breaks across the smug Keeling's lips as he soaks up the bang at the end of the verbal fuse he just lit. In amongst the jeers, duelling chants fire back and forth from the partisan sections on the crowd.

"PLEASE BE PRIME!" comes from the GCW sections.

"NO HE'S YOURS!" reply the PRIME sections.

Bryan: As much as we love inviting new talent into Global Championship Wrestling, I find myself in full agreement with our fans.

Yale: And since all I can hear is Richard Parker yelling in my ear, I can confirm that the feeling is mutual from the PRIME announce team.

Keeling: I believe it was Edmund Burke who said, All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing. Well, in this case, all that is necessary for climate change to disfigure this planet is that you people do nothing when the good men are trying to help you. And I, ladies and gentlemen...

His voice tails off towards the end, taking on a quiet, almost pleading tone that forces sincerity... something further pushed by a hand across his heart.

Keeling: ...am a GOOD man.

Wide, appealing eyes do nothing to calm the riled-up crowd, and in the space of two minutes, Elijah Keeling has turned tens of thousands against him.

Keeling: For my name is Elijah Keeling, and I am not just only...

Pausing, mouth hanging open, he unbuttons his jacket, letting it fall open to reveal his new promotion's logo.

Bryan: God damn it.

Yale: Richard Parker just fell of his seat laughing at us.

Keeling: ...Global Championship Wrestling's, but the planet's ONLY carbon-neutral wrestler.

"Established" kicks in. The crowd, as if on cue, starts to boo before anyone can even appear. Steven Caldera comes walking out, already with a microphone in hand. The crowd lets him have it as he comes down to the ring and marches up the steps. Joey Andrews moves aside to give Caldera center ring.

Caldera: I have a quick last minute announcement to make concerning the GCW Tag Team title match.

Yale: I wonder what this could be about.

Bryan: Knowing Caldera, it is something that stacks the odds against Banned & Exiled~! even more.

The crowd gets torn between cheering at the mention of Banned & Exiled~! and booing Caldera for any possible changes.

Caldera: Saints of Perdition will not be wrestling in the match for undisclosed reasons.

Yale: What? What does that mean?

Bryan: I imagine it means the night just got a bit easier for the champs.

Shuffling his feet for a minute as he gauges the reaction from the fans, Caldera still wears a smile on his face.

Caldera: Normally this would be a problem to find a worthy challenger in such short time. But with GCW there is talent at all levels of the roster and I was easily able to find a replacement. Banned & Exiled~! will still wrestle tonight.

The fans cheer, glad to hear they would still get to see the dynamic duo of Markus Stone and Chris Storm.

Caldera: Looking over the card, I happen to notice one man not featured who deserves nothing more than to be not only on this show, but to wrestle for a championship. I am talking about a Hall of Fame member. I’m talking about a three time World Champion and a man who has never held the Tag Team titles before.

Yale: I think the tag titles are about to get an Italian flare!

Caldera: The legend himself; Octavian!

'Might of Rome' kicks in for Octavian as he comes out to the ring to join his boss in celebration as the crowd boos the two.

Caldera: And of course the real question is who I can get to tag with such a man as Octavian. LeStatt Knight and Rich Rollins are busy tonight with other matches otherwise either of them could be a great partner for such a legend.

Yale: Can you just imagine, LeStatt Knight and Octavian as tag team champions?

Bryan: As tempting as that would be, I don’t think Banned & Exiled~! will be willing to just hand over the titles.

Caldera: I needed to find a partner who is smart, who is strong, cunning, and a brilliant technician. I looked high, I looked low, I looked all over the backstage area for a man to fit the bill.

Yale: But he’s already got Octavian!

Caldera: Then I looked in the mirror and found the man I had been searching for! So tonight, it will be Banned & Exiled~! defending their tag team titles against Octavian and Steven Caldera!

If the crowd has been booing before, now they were apeshit in booing. Caldera grabs Octavian’s arm and raises it up into the air. Boos continue to rain down on the two as "Established" starts to play once again.

Bryan: Welcome back to Devil's Night, ladies and gentlemen, and this next match should be a huge one! Banned and Exiled~! for anyone who doesn't know, has etched their names in the history books as perhaps the greatest Tag Team of all time!

Yale: Yeah, but tonight they're going to have a tough time with the-

"Established" starts up over the announce system, giving the fans more than enough reasons to boo. Joey Andrews stands in the center of the ring with his microphone in hand, beside him with referee David Fellows.

Bryan: What the hell is this, Dave?

Yale: I don't know! It looks like... YES! President Caldera is on his way out!

Boos well up from both the PRIME and GCW fans as GCW President Steven Caldera appears on stage... in full wrestling gear. Beside him approaches Octavian, beaming from beneath his thousand dollar sunglasses. Their music quiets down as Caldera raises a microphone.

Caldera: You know, considering how badly PRIME is getting its ass kicked here tonight, I'm shocked all you PRIME fans are still in the building. I guess you decided to stick around and watch some REAL wrestling, eh?

More boos. Caldera smirks.

Caldera: That's not the reason I came out here. The reason I'm here with my good friend Octavian is that, last week on WorldWide, a team by the name of the Saints of Perdition thought they were big enough to come up to the President of this company and threaten me. I warned them what such threats would get them, but they didn't listen. So rather than get a GCW Tag Team Title shot, they're now unemployed. But if you'd still like to see them, just head to the drive-thru of the McDonald's down the street and they'll be happy to take your order.

Bryan: What the?

Yale: Caldera canned the Saints, JB! Ha! Serves them right!

Caldera: But I'm not about to let you people, who paid me good money for this event, go without a Tag Title defense. Nor am I going to let an opportunity to take the Tag Titles off of Banned and Exiled~! slip by. So without further ado, I present to you your replacements... us!

The crowd explodes in boos as "Established" cues up again and Caldera and Octavian begin walking to the ring.

Bryan: WHAT!? Caldera has just inserted himself and Octavian into this match!

Yale: Genius! The Tag Titles are sure to change hands now, JB! I can't wait to see this!

Andrews: Introducing first, at a combined weight of five hundred and thirty pounds, they are members of the Establishment. Hall of Fame member Octavian and the owner of GCW, Steven Caldera!

The two members of the Establishment come out from behind the curtain, fans giving them a piece of their mind. Octavian is out first in the lead with the owner Caldera not far behind him. While Octavian has eyes focused on the ring, Caldera is busy jawing back with the hot Boston crowd. Never once in the entire time the two are walking toward the ring do the crowd ever let up. The two stop as they march up the steps and wait for Fellows to open the ropes for them.

Yale: Look at that respect Dave is playing two of GCW’s best.

Bryan: More like sucking up.

Yale: Ah come on now, JB, that’s one of the greatest Hall of Fame members in GCW history and the owner! He has to show his respect.

Bryan: Then let’s see if he shows any respect to possibly one of the greatest tag teams in GCW history.

The arena goes silent, falling into a sudden darkness. Soft electronic music settles over the crowd. With each passing second it gets louder and louder until…

"doomo arigatoo mr. roboto"

Yale: Oh no…what the hell is this?

"DOOMO ARIGATOO MR. ROBOTO!"

Huge explosions on the MegaTron go off, illuminating the entire Fleet Center. The lights come back on as "Mr. Roboto" by Styx goes full blast. The fans look all over for any sign of the Tag Team Champions, but Banned & Exiled~! are nowhere to be found. Even Octavian and Caldera search for their opponents, fearing a surprise attack. But pyros start shooting up from the turnpost, giving both a reason to jump.

Bryan: There they are! Making quite the entrance, as usual.

Yale: Oh my goodness! Those two have to be 50% pig because they are really hamming this up.

Making their entrance ala the Blue Blazer, Chris and Markus make a slow descend from the rafters dressed in full robot outfits, complete with lights and sounds. Around the waist of the robots, the biggest sign of who they are is the Tag Team Championship belts. The two land softly in the center of the ring and break into their own rendition of the robot as Styx continues to play. Finally they both strike a pose, cueing up a huge chorus of flashes from the crowd. A technician slides into the ring and helps them take their harness off and takes their helmets from them. Mr. Fellows takes their belts from them, holds them up for the air, and hands them to the time keeper.

Andrews: And their opponents, at a combined weight of four hundred and eighty-eight pounds, they are the Tag Team Champions of the World; BANNED & EXILED~!

Before Andrews can get completely out of the ring; Fellows signals for the bell to start the match.

DING-DING!

Octavian rushes straight for Chris, knocking him over the rope with a Clothesline that dumps him to the outside before he can even take off the top of his costume. Markus is there to help his partner, nailing Octavian from behind with several blows to the back with his Forearm. Getting the Hall of Famer on the ropes, Markus looks ready to dump him over to his partner when Caldera comes from behind him and sneaks in a Low Blow. Markus doubles over in pain, clinching his goods, leaving himself open to a big rising Knee Strike from Octavian.

Bryan: What is Fellows doing? That was a blatant Low Blow by Caldera and he’s acting as if he didn’t even see it.

Yale: Would you question the man that signs your check?

Ripping the costume off of Markus, Octavian plants his boot into the side of Markus’ head, kicking him around the ring as Caldera gets in one last shot before going to his own corner. Octavian picks up Markus, shoving him into the turnbuckle and unloading with a big Knife Edge Chop on his exposed chest. Markus stumbles out of the corner, holding his chest in pain, and leaving himself open to a kick to the back of the knee. The Man Formerly Known as Zero drops down to one knee, his face twisted in pain. Octavian sizes him up and slams him into the mat by putting his foot to the back of Markus’ head and stomps down toward the mat.

Yale: I think Markus was just knocked out.

Bryan: He got caught off guard early and Octavian just took him apart for it.

The Imperial Roman turns Markus over for a cover, Fellow hurrying into position to make the count.

1.
2.

KICKOUT!

Bryan: Oh come on now, what was that?

Yale: Don’t start on a fast count, it looked legal to me.

Bryan: Well both of you need to buy a watch then.

In his corner, Caldera yells at Fellows, ordering Octavian to pick Markus up. Octavian does, giving Markus a few shots to keep him from fighting too much, and starts to bring him into the corner toward Caldera. Holding his arm out, Caldera is tagged into the match. Before Caldera gets into the ring, Chris Storm is in and hooks Octavian into an Arm Bar, breaking him away from his partner. The Arm Bar is just used to get Octavian away from Markus, as Chris lets go and allows Octavian back to his feet. But as soon as Octavian is back to his feet, Chris takes him down with a Double Leg Takedown. Markus gets back up to his feet, albeit now with a bloody nose, and looks to the legal man in Caldera but the owner hops down off the apron and backs away from the ring.

Fellows orders Storm out of the ring, threatening to disqualify them from the match, and Chris raises his arms and rolls out of the ring. Markus Stone yells for Caldera to get in the ring, even offering to hold the ropes open for him, but the Owner refuses and stays to the outside.

Yale: Markus better turn his attention to Octavian, Chris isn’t in the ring to deal with him anymore.

Bryan: And Octavian is back on his feet. He looks to be eyeing Markus now.

Charging, Octavian attempts to go for a Clothesline but Markus senses him coming and ducks under the arm. Octavian hits the ropes and comes back, getting caught with a Belly to Belly Suplex. The Three Time World Champion gets sent up and over, crashing down hard on his back in the middle of the ring.

Still on the outside, Caldera looks to try and hook Markus’ foot by surprise but notices Chris coming around the corner for him. Caldera has to hot foot it out of there to avoid being tackled by the Rock Superstar, cutting around the ring post on the outside. Chris gives chase though, staying close to his tail. Steven Caldera rounds another corner but Storm is just inches behind him, forcing Caldera to make a quick left turn and slide into the ring.

Bryan: That’s not a place Caldera wants to be in.

Yale: This isn’t good. Markus Stone is right there waiting for him.

Turning Caldera around, Markus sizes him up for a right to the jaw only to be turned around himself by Octavian. Lifting him up, Octavian drops him with a huge Spinebuster. Chris Storm slides in to help out his partner but Octavian rocks him with a Knife Edge Chop to catch him off guard. Hoisting him up, Octavian hits him with a Knee Breaker, holding onto the leg as Chris falls to the mat. Octavian yanks on the leg, trying to pop the knee, and delivers a Knee Drop into the joint. Releasing Storm, Octavian turns his attention back to Stone, letting Caldera pick up Storm and dump him over the top rope.

Octavian holds Markus for Caldera, who unloads with a nice left, right, right combo on the defenseless Champion. The crowd boos, demanding the referee order Octavian out of the ring, but Fellows just watches on, allowing it to happen. Chris Storm recovers from being tossed out of the ring, sliding back in and heading straight for the man who both signs his paycheck and tossed him out in the first place. Fellows is quickly there though, cutting Storm off from helping his partner.

Yale: See, you were worried about Fellows doing a bad job upholding the rules in the match, but he’s keeping the illegal Storm from entering the ring.

Bryan: All the while allowing Octavian and Caldera to double team Markus for as long as they want.

With Fellows’ back turned as he deals with Storm, Markus takes advantage and delivers a kick below the equator on Caldera before the President can deliver the next punch. Steve doubles over, holding his goods in pain, and falls to the mat. Following it up with a Mule Kick, Markus makes sure to give Octavian a kick to the groin as well. Chris sees his partner taking back the momentum and gladly exits the ring. Fellows turns back to focus on the action, surprise to see Markus now in control as he picks up Caldera. Markus whips Caldera into the ropes only to go tumbling out of the ring over the top rope, a direct result of Chris Storm pulling down the top rope. Sizing Caldera up, Chris smacks him under the jaw with a stiff European Uppercut, knocking him into the guard rail.

Bryan: Oh you know that has to feel good. With as much as Caldera has put these two through, getting that shot on him as to feel great.

Yale: It is dirty, pulling an illegal move like that. Storm needs to stay out of the match when he’s not the legal man.

Bryan: Much like Octavian needs to.

Yale: Octavian is a three time World Champion and Hall of Fame member. They get special privileges.

Sizing him up against the guard rail, Storm delivers his own Knife Edge Chop to Caldera, looking to the crowd to cheer along. Throwing both arms into the air, Chris draws the crowd up to their feet in cheer. Looking to one of the fans in the front, Chris takes their cup from them and holds it up high over Caldera’s head. Before Caldera realizes it, Chris turns the cup upside down and pours it all over the Owner’s head, spilling the contents all over him.

Having beer poured on your head is bad enough, something that would surly piss off Steven Caldera to no end. But even worse than beer being poured on his head is accidentally mistaking the beer when it is actually a man’s dip cup. The nasty black split runs down Caldera’s head, getting all over the place. Realizing what is pouring down his head, Caldera makes a bolt for it, heading up the ramp and toward the back (presumably towards a nice shower).

Bryan: I think Caldera is going to be quite pissed at Banned & Exiled~! for that one.

Yale: They have pulled a lot of stunts in their time here, but pulling one on Caldera himself. They may have just crossed the line.

Octavian stands in the ring, leaning against the ropes, stun to what just happen. Before he knows it, Markus Stone comes from behind with a School Boy, catching the multi-time World Champion off guard. Fellows slowly gets into position.

1……..

2……..

Yale: NO! Storm is holding Markus’ arm for extra leverage? That’s cheating!

Bryan: And this insanely slow count isn’t any less dirty?

3!

Fellows’ hand comes down for the third and final time; the timekeeper rings the bell as soon as he sees the contact.

DING-DING-DING!

Markus lets out, rolling away from the angry Roman, and joins Chris on the outside to get their tag team titles. The two close friends climb onto the announce table for the crowd, thrusting their belts into the air for all to see.

Bryan: There they are, still tag team champions despite everything Steven Caldera has thrown at them.

Yale: This isn’t over yet, Caldera is far from through with those two.

Bryan: None of that matters right now though, because for the moment they are still the champions!

On cue "We Are the Champions" by Queen kicks in for the duo as they hop off the announce table and start heading back towards the backstage area. As they head up the ramp the MegaTron flickers to life.

213

Banned & Exiled~! hold up their titles one more time after seeing the number on the screen. They only need 40 more days until they officially break the record for longest reigning tag team champions in the company’s history. The fans cheer them on once more before the two disappear behind the curtain.

Bryan: There is the magic number, two hundred and thirteen days as Tag Team Champions. They have beaten World Champions, Hall of Famers, and anyone else who has gotten in their way. Despite all of Caldera’s efforts, they still go home tonight with the gold around their waist.

Yale: But they still need forty more days, something I have a feeling Caldera will make even more difficult than the previous two-hundred.

Bryan: I think those two are up to the test.

Darkness. Imprisoning me. All that I see. Absolute Horr- Sorry, the tune just stuck in my head all of a sudden.

Nick: What's this?

Richard: I have no idea, but someone needs to tell the cameraman to turn on a light.

Nick: Did we not pay our bills?

"Great match out there man."

"Thanks. Hey, do you think you can get me a Monster... I've been looking for one all night."

Nick: That voice sounds familiar.

Richard: It does, it sounds like Gamble...

The door to this dark room opens, and a dim light creeps in through the gap. There, looking in with a confused look on his face is Tony Gamble.

Tony Gamble: Hey, who turned out the lights?

Richard: It is Tony Gamble.

Fumbling around for the light switch, Tony never notices the blur in the darkness that ends up shotting up into his jaw and laying him out.

Richard: What the hell? Is this National Pick on Gamble night or what?

Nick: I guess so, but why... Who?

It's at this time that a hand grabs the door and pulls it open some more. There, the light highlighting his usual dark ensemble of clothing, is Dusk.

Nick: It's Dusk! Dusk is back in PRIME!!!

The roar of the crowd as they watch this on the Wal-Tron is deafening, and it brings a smile to the returning superstar.

Richard: Great, as if there wasn't enough trash here already with the GCW garbage.

Nick: I don't know why he did it, but Dusk just let Tony know that he's back.

Kicking Tony's prone body into the room, Dusk slowly pulls the door closed with a few parting words.

Dusk: Lights out.

And once again were basked in the darkness of the room.

Michael

"They’re playing your music," Tracy says, standing just a few feet away, staring at her husband.

"I know," he says, unmoving.

Tracy may be next to him, but Michael Sloan, known to most as Chainz, stands alone at the end of a long, twisted road. It began months ago, when he’d made a deal with Jason Snow - when Snow made a deal with the devil. And now, Sloan stands moments away from the journey’s completion. Moments away from the cage.

There is no remorse for the actions that have brought him to this point.

There is no fear either.

There is only...

There is only...

What is this feeling?

"Michael..."

"I know, Tracy," he says, sparing her a glance. "I know."


Jason

His body is sore.

The pace he’s set over the last six months has taken its toll, but there’s nothing to be done about it now. This match is bigger than that - this match is bigger than anything. Chainz has pushed Jason to the brink of insanity, and now, in mere moments, revenge will reveal itself, finally, after all these months since Colossus. In a cage.

Chainz is a beast of a man, and Jason has never questioned his talents - it was, after all, those brutal talents that initially set them down this road, when Jason had deemed Chainz the most vicious man in PRIME, and hired him as a personal bodyguard.

And now?

From his dressing room, Jason can hear Chainz’s music playing. He hears the roar of a muffled, angry crowd, responding undoubtedly to Chainz’s appearance. It’s almost time...

He lives for these moments.


Slowly, Jason rises to his feet.



Michael

From all sides, they spew their venom, raining their hatred down on him. Michael raises his hands high above his head to spite the bastards, and they respond only harsher. They’re despise only serves to fuel him, ironically - their hatred for the beast does nothing but feed it.

At the end of the aisle, he comes to the cage, looming PRIME blue, fifteen feet high, and completely unforgiving. For a moment, he stops to run his fingers along its steel.

Jason Snow is in for a hell of a night.

With exaggerated swagger, the beast steps through the door of the cage and bounces toward the center of the ring and begins to remove the large, heavy chain that he keeps wrapped around his torso. The fucking idiots in the audience jeer him all the harder when he raises it above his head.

"Be careful tonight," Tracy says above the crowd and the music. He turns his eyes down on her and finds a face full of worry.

"Don’t worry about it," he tells her, handing her the end of his chain. "I’ve been waiting for this a long time."

She offers only a worried frown followed by a shake of her head. She doesn’t like this, he knows, but there’s nothing to be done about that. His music fades into the background, and the crowd simmers in anticipation. A moment later, they explode...

Snow’s music pounds through the system, driving each member of the packed audience to their feet. How things change... just a few months ago, before Colossus, they’d hated him almost as much as they hated Michael. And now? Fucking idiots...

Jason Snow bursts through the curtain and then freezes statuesque while his fans wash him in cheers. Michael can’t help but smile - already, their eyes have locked.


Nick

"We’ve been waiting a long time for this one, Richard," Nick tells his color man. Meanwhile, his head is pounding from a three day old migraine, and the jam-packed screaming arena isn’t fucking helping. And then there’s that damn Guns N’ Roses song. "It all started when Snow hired Chainz as his personal bodyguard, and then the unbelievably violent incident at Colossus. From there, Chainz cost Snow his 5-Star Championship just weeks ago on ReVolution. The road ends here, Richard, and this, I believe, will be a match that truly embodies The Great American Nightmare!"


"You’re right, Nick," Richard replies, never taking his eyes off the cage. "After months of anticipation, we’re finally going to see Chainz take Snow apart, piece by piece, in the middle of this steel cage!"

"One of the most dangerous matches that wrestling has to offer," says Nick, popping three advil like they’re candy. "The steel cage match is still, after all these years, among the most unforgiving, if not the most unforgiving, match in all of wrestling! Which one of these men will escape the hell that is the cage!?"

Despite the pain in his head, Nick can’t help but get chills as Jason Snow stalks the aisle toward the cage. Chainz is waiting in that cage... he gives Nick a different kind of chill.

Nick watches Snow circle the cage, his gaudy PTC Unified Championship sparkling under the arena lights and the wave of flash bulbs. And then, with his eyes locked on the man inside, he begins to climb the ring steps.

"Buckle up, Nick," Richard says, and he gives Nick a look to let him know this isn’t simply showmanship. "It’s going to be a rough ride."


Jason

Even with the sound of the fans all around him, screaming and chanting, Jason hears the lock on the cage door. It’s all come down to this moment, standing a dozen feet away from the object of his hatred. There’s no way out. There’s no desire to get out.

For his part, Chainz looms like the monster he is, his hulking arms corded in muscle - his fingers flexing in anticipation.

There’s no point in procrastination.

Jason explodes outward, mirrored by Chainz, and the two meet in the center of the ring with a fury of right hands. Snow feels his knuckles crack Chainz’s cheek a moment before he sees a white flash as the big man’s fist connects with his own forehead. There’s no pain - that’ll come later. For now, there’s only heat. There’s only rage.

Jason begins responding to Chainz’s fists with elbows, and then he regains his head long enough to duck one of the monster’s right hands. With Chainz off balance, Jason throws a vicious knee into his stomach, and follows it up with a DDT - almost. Instead, he’s reminded of Chainz’s brute strength, as his feet are lifted off the ring canvas and he finds himself crashing down after some sort of suplex.

He curses to himself, staring up at the arena lights - he should have known better. But before he has time to correct the mistake, he spots Chainz above, for only a second, and then feels the beast’s elbow driving violently into his sternum.

It’s going to be a long night.



Michael

Michael rolls off the canvas and begins laying boots to his downed opponent, drawing a sadistic satisfaction out of Snow’s pain. This job was supposed to be finished at Colossus - Snow wasn’t supposed to come back from that. There’ll be no mistakes tonight. Locked in the cage, there will be no help for Jason Snow. Michael wants to make him suffer.

He scoops Snow up from the canvas and whips him so violently into the corner that Snow’s body flips up over the ropes and crashes into the cage. That looked pretty. Snow tumbles clumsily through the ropes and to the mat where he writhes from the pain of it.

Michael stalks forward and reaches down for a handful of Snow’s long, blond hair. Pulling Snow to his knees, Michael throws a knee with the intention of breaking the fucker’s face. It doesn’t, but it’s effective all the same, and Snow winds up flat on his back.

The door is unlocked and opened, and Michael takes a moment to stare at it. Reaching for another handful of his opponent’s hair, Michael drags Snow over, and then rather than stepping out through the door, he slams it shut on Snow’s head.

That felt good.

That felt damn good.



Nick

Business just picked up.

While Nick’s head was pounding, he couldn’t believe it was any worse than the pounding that must be going on in Jason Snow’s head at the moment. The audience is still gasping, with Snow disoriented as he rolls toward the ring.

"If he’d rolled out right there, this match could be over!"


"Chainz can walk out at any time, Nick," Richard is on the edge of his seat, his eyes wide. "This isn’t about winning and losing. It’s way past that!"

Chainz pulls Snow, roughly, once more to his feet, and then delivers a series of knife edge chops. It’s in this moment that Nick first spots the blood that’s leaking down from the top of Snow’s head from the impact with the door.

"We’ve drawn first blood," he says to Richard more than the audience.

"It won’t be the last."

Undeniably in control of the match, Chainz sets Snow up for a suplex, but when he makes the attempt to lift, the former 5-Star Champ successfully blocks it. A little frustrated, Chainz makes a second attempt, and this time, gets Snow halfway into the air, but Snow manages to shift his weight drastically in mid-air. The end result sees the beast planted face-first in the ring mat, falling victim to a devastating DDT!

"What a maneuver!" Nick almost jumps out of his seat.

With Chainz momentarily downed, Snow takes the time for much needed recovery. He pulls himself toward the ropes and uses them to get back to his feet, keeping a wary eye on his opponent the entire time.

"This match was expecting to be exceptionally brutal, Richard, and so far it’s definitely living up to those expectations."

Whether it’s the advil kicking in, or the excitement of the match, Nick can’t be sure, but his headache is finally beginning to subside. In the ring, Snow is finally moving in on the attack, kicking the small of Chainz’s back as the monster sits up. A second later, he hits the ropes, and on the rebound, slams his knee into Chainz’s face. The impact is vicious, and Chainz is flattened on the canvas.

"This is exactly what Snow needs to do," Nick informs the fans. "He’s made a career out of chopping down larger men by using his speed and explosiveness to his advantage."

With Chainz down again, Snow begins climbing the cage.


"This could be it!" Nick exclaims. "Snow’s trying to end this thing already."

As it turns out, that’s not quite true. Snow reaches the top of the cage and halts, balancing himself with blood leaking down out of his hair onto both the ring and arena floor. He then takes a look over his shoulder at Chainz, and a moment later, he’s airborne.

Nick and Richard simultaneously leap from their seats as Nick exclaims: "Oh my God!"


Michael

Oh fuck...

Michael opens his eyes, just in time to see Snow’s frame soaring through the arena lights, as if in slow motion. In fact, it’s in such slow motion that Michael feels that he should have no problem moving, but when he tries, he finds that he’s in slow motion as well. He sees Snow descending, closer and closer, until finally, his body crashes violently into Michael’s, sending an unbelievable shockwave straight through to his finger tips.

Moonsault.

There’s not much to do after something like that except wait for the next attack. It doesn’t come right away - Snow must still be recovering from the fall. Michael can’t see him.

He tries to sit up, but the stars get in the way.


Tracy

Before the match, he’d told her not to worry, and yet now Tracy finds herself staring at her husband, reeling in pain after having fallen victim to one of the most devastating things she’s ever seen. Michael is lying on the mat, staring dazed up at the ceiling, while Snow is doubled over nearby, clutching his own ribs. The maneuver he’s just pulled off bordered on suicidal.

She had worried that her husband was underestimating Snow in the days leading up to this moment. That probably wasn’t the case - it was just that this match seemed to worry her far more than it did Michael. She supposes now, that that’s natural.

Snow, bloody and battered, approaches Michael finally, after what seems like an eternity on the mat, and slowly he drops an elbow to his forehead. If anything, it only serves to wake Michael up, and he finally sits up, reeling, and uses the ropes to pull himself back up on unsteady legs.


Snow attacks immediately, firing a right hand to Michael’s jaw. Michael backs up, but keeps his footing, and when Snow comes leaping in with a flying forearm, Michael drops quickly out of harms way, pulling the ropes down in the movement. Snow, for the second time, crashes face-first into the cage.

Oh my God! Tracy thinks, her hand moving instinctively to her mouth. Despite the fact that Snow is the recipient of the latest of the cage’s cruel reality, Tracy doesn’t really want to see anyone get hurt. And yet, the way this is going...

"Tracy!" she hears a bark above the gasping crowd. It’s her husband, come crawling over to her side of the cage. "Tracy! Get the chain! Get the chain!"


Dianne


"Austin, close your eyes!" Dianne orders her twelve year old son. He’s not listening, but then again, can she blame him? On the other side, his bafoon father is screaming at the top of his lungs. "Austin!"

"Mom!" he argues, his eyes pleading, and then he turns them back to the ring where the pretty blond man in the silly leather pants is crawling along the canvas while being stalked by a chain-wielding monster.

When her husband had surprised her with a family night out at the wrestling event, Dianne thought it would be fun. But this? This match has been brutal from the start, and now it’s really turning ugly - in her opinion, this is no place for a twelve year old.

"Gerald!" Dianne appeals through clenched teeth. "Would you tell him!"

Gerald has a hard time prying his eyes off the carnage in the ring, and when he does, he offers a smile and a shrug. "Oh, come on, honey!" he says. "It’s just a wrestling match! It’s all fake!"

"That does not look fake!" Dianne thrusts her finger toward the cage, not fifty feet away, where the beastly son of a bitch whips a large, heavy chain down over the bleeding blond’s back. "Gerald! I can’t believe you’re willing to let our son watch this! Someone’s going to die in there!"

"Jesus Christ, Dianne - can’t we do anything fun without you yapping over our fucking shoulder like a fucking poodle!?"



Michael

The fight is draining out of Snow - Michael can see it. He can feel it. Every time he brings the chain whipping down across the broken man’s back, Snow seems to react less. Finally, there comes a lash that evokes no reaction at all, and the cocky bastard lies face first on the canvas in a gathering pool of blood.

Michael discards the chain, his work nearing completion. He looms large over Snow, drowning the former 5-Star Champ in his shadow, and then he kneels down and applies a camel clutch. This has never been about winning or losing - it’s always been about inflicting pain. Michael wants to prove tonight - prove to the world, and prove to Snow - that there’s no one better at that than he is.


Jason

The pain is unworldly, and he can’t remember the last time he’s felt anything quite like this. It’s so immense, in fact, that he can’t pin-point the spot on his body where it’s coming from. Instead, it feels as if his whole body is aflame, or rather, being torn apart. He can feel every inch of his body in this moment - every fiber. And all of it - all of it - is in agony.

"Can you feel that!?" he hears Chainz bellow, wrenching the pressure on more and more.

"AhhhhHHHhhhHHhhHHhHhHHH!" Jason finally gives in to the temptation. Chainz will get pleasure out of that, he knows, and he’ll view it as some small victory.

The canvas below him is a soaking deep red from the bleeding wound in his hair. He knows the blood loss will be troublesome soon, and he’ll begin to feel his energy drain. He’s felt it before. But utterly at the mercy of the monster known as Chainz, not being at a hundred percent can prove lethal.

You have to calm down! Jason screams in his mind. You have to stop thinking about the pain so you can think about a way out of this!

Seconds later, it’s as if Chainz has decided to answer the request, and the pain subsides.

...but only for a moment.

Next, it comes in his legs as Jason feels his body twisted over onto its back. He looks up, but he knows what he’s going to find well before he sees it.

Figure Four leg lock.


Nick


"I can’t believe what I’m seeing!" Richard replies, and Nick can’t help but agree. Some have known that Chainz is a capable competitor on the technical side of things, however, few, if any, expected him to show off those skills in this match. But then again...

"He wants to make Jason Snow remember this match for the rest of his life, Richard," Nick says, tapping his pencil feverishly on the broadcast table. "And if it keeps going the way it is, Snow’s not only going to remember it - he’s going to feel it!"

"You’re assuming he survives it!"

That brings a frown to Nick’s face, and his eye is drawn for the thousandth time to the heavy steel chain that’s lying discarded in one of the ring corners. A few months back, the beast hung Jason Snow from the ring ropes with that. And now, locked in a cage, with no one able to come to the rescue - who knows what Michael Sloan is capable of?

In the ring, Snow, bloody mess that he is, is glaring through gritted teeth at the executor of his Great American Nightmare. Chainz, for his part, only wrenches back harder, evoking a long, guttural scream from PTC’s Unified Champ.

"He can’t possibly keep his consciousness long!" Nick exclaims, and no more than he does, Snow seems to nod out for a moment, and then the fight kicks him back alive. But it can’t last long. Pain and blood loss soon have him flattened on the canvas, finally losing his fight to the black.


Jason

He’s not unconscious, but he’s pretending he is. With every ounce of willpower he can muster, he holds his body still in the face of the hideous pain that’s crushing his legs like a boa constrictor. He lies as still as can be, his eyes closed, and his arms extended on either side. His instinct tells him to call out - to scream, perhaps, in some subconscious appeal for rescue. But Jason lies still, eating the torture in his legs while his mind is hysterical as a child.

And then, finally, the agony (for the most part), comes to and end. He feels Chainz loosening the hold, and then feels him break it all together. And then, mercifully, he feels nothing.

And yet...

How did playing possum turn into something all together different? Something more real? Why is it that now that the pain has subsided, Jason wants nothing more than to lie here, with his eyes closed, giving himself freely to the black.

No!

Get up!

He’s going for the cage!

Jason opens his eyes and with vision blurred by fatigue and blood, finds his opponent has indeed, begun climbing the cage. He rises, quick as he can, to his feet, but finds his legs unsteady and slow, and he’s forced to use the ropes and cage for balance.

Chainz is halfway up.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jason spots the heavy steel chain lying in the corner.


Michael

Michael underestimated the damage he’s sustained in the match, but now, as he pulls himself higher and higher above the ring, the muscles in torso ache and squeal with every movement. It must have been that damned moonsault.

He curses the pain and climbs on, and then, just as he reaches the cage’s summit, something grabs at his foot.

Snow...

Damn it! Michael tries to kick the tenacious cocksucker off, but it’s to no avail. When Michael looks down, he gets a shock when he sees his own heavy, steel chain draped over his opponent’s shoulders.

The fight gets even messier after that. Snow reaches the cage’s height and is met by a right hand from Michael. It rocks him back, but he hangs on by his fingertips. When he comes back, he cracks Michael viciously with a handful of steel.


The stars that invade Michael’s vision come with a shockwave straight through to his brain. He looks over at Snow just in time to eat a second shot with the chain, but Michael hangs on with everything in him - letting go now means losing. And Michael Sloan will not lose this match! Not to this man!

Suddenly, a new disorienting blast rushes through his head, and it takes Michael a moment to realize what’s happening - Snow is bashing his face, time and time again, viciously into the top of the cage. Michael tries to clear his head long enough to think of a counter, but he can feel his grip on the cage loosening as his strength fades. Finally, out of desperation, he tries to throw an elbow at Snow, to stop the onslaught.

That turns out to be a mistake.

Snow smashes Michael’s face into the top bar of the cage one more time, and with just one hand holding him up, his grip finally slips. Clumsily, Michael falls from the top of the world, but on the way down, he spots something shiny. With everything left in him, he grabs hold, and finds in his hand the very chain that’s wrapped around Jason Snow’s arm and torso.



Tracy

She has to look away.

The carnage in the ring is unbelievable. Just a moment ago, she watched, terrified, as her husband tumbled roughly to the unforgiving canvas below, taking Jason Snow along for the ride, as if to hell.

This has gone way too far.

The whole thing has gone too far!

When she finally looks back, out of sheer concern for her husband, she finds him sprawled on the ring mat, blood pouring from several wounds on his forehead. Snow is just five feet away and in much the same state, and tangled between their broken bodies is the chain.

I should never have given that to him! Tracy scolds herself.

It’s a minute or more after that before her husband begins to stir.



Dianne


"That’s it, we’re leaving!"

"Mom!" her son protests, but she’s already taken him roughly by his hand. Her husband doesn’t move. "Gerald!" she barks, but he’s off in another world, screaming right along with thousands of other idiots, completely enjoying the carnage inside the cage.

And so, in a huff, Dianne leaves anyway, dragging her son along behind. Her husband remains standing in front of his seat, not so much as glancing sideways. With a last look toward the ring, she finds that the blond and the beast are each back to their feet, wobbling and disoriented, and then quite suddenly, she sees the blond explode out with a kick that looks nearly to take the larger man’s head off.


Nick

"SNAKE EYES!! SNAKE EYES!! SNAKE EYES!!"

Nick is on his feet, pounding his fists on the announce table as he screams. Chainz is down, apparently for good this time, with one arm draped limply over the bottom ring rope.

"Snow’s going for the cage! This might be it, Nick! What a match!"

"What a night!"

But Snow seems not to have the energy it would take to climb, and he winds up wasting precious time, hanging onto the cage for support. The man can barely stand, let alone climb. The referee outside of the cage unlocks its door, but Snow seems not to notice, his eyes fixed firmly on the arena lights. With every ounce of strength left in him, he climbs that first step, and then regroups before taking the second.

"I don’t know how much he’s got left, Richard!"

"I don’t know how he’s standing! I don’t know how either of them are even alive!"

Jason

He’s halfway up the cage, mentally screaming at his legs to push harder - push faster. And yet there’s nothing left in them. The match has been an entirely new hell, and yet he feels it was probably the figure four that is hindering him now. But then, he’s reminded of the blood loss when he sees it raining in droplets to the canvas out of his hair.

You’re almost there! he tells himself, and then he wills his foot to push him one step higher.

Almost...

Almost...

Almost!!!

But then he feels hands on his thighs, and then they move up to his shoulders as he’s plucked off the cage. He’d taken too long - too damn long, and now Chainz has recovered. Immediately, he realizes he’s in position for a powerbomb, and having taken one of those from Chainz before, he’s not inclined to suffer another one.

He fires a drained right hand into Chainz forehead, but it does nothing but make the beast hesitate. A moment later, his back explodes with agony as Chainz slams it against the cage. The back of his head snaps against one of the bars, flashing a bright white light in his eyes as his brain briefly jars.

It’s over, he thinks, no longer able to so much as fire a desperate punch. The second powerbomb into the cage steals his mobility, and he fights now not to break free, but to simply hold his head up.

After the third powerbomb into the cage, something disconnects, and Snow finds himself in a world halfway between dream and reality - halfway between peace and agony.

In truth, he’ll never remember the powebomb that plants him in the center of the ring.


Michael

Stepping over the body of his victim, Michael Sloan collapses to his knees, having drained his gas tank utterly in the last few moments. Even the sight of Snow lying unconscious in the center of the ring does little to put a spark in his legs, though it does bring a sadistic smile to his face.

He sees the referee unlock the door of the cage - sees the end of the road, finally. Tracy is waiting there for him, calling him to with tears in her beautiful eyes. He reaches out to her, crawling through the cramps in his legs and the twisting in his stomach. It’s almost over... almost over... almost over...

He gets there finally, and reaches a blood-soaked hand out for Tracy, who lends him what little strength she has to pull his massive body from the cage. The feel of the ring steps beneath his fingertips supplies a pleasure that he hadn’t counted on.

Just a few more feet...

And then, damned if he doesn’t feel a hand on his boot.

He tries to kick Snow off, but the bastard keeps coming, like some bloody zombie, climbing up Michael’s body. His fucking eyes aren’t even open!

Michael tries to land a kick to Snow’s face, but the cramp in his leg renders it sloppy and uneffective. Snow claws his way forward, his hair glued by blood to his face and neck, like some ghoul from a child’s nightmare.

Finally, Michael pulls his hand away from Tracy. With every ounce of strength remaining to him, using the turnbuckle and ropes as crutches, he lifts himself onto one knee. Snow finds a way to get himself on all fours just in time for Michael to fire a loose, clumsy right hand. Snow comes back with a right of his own - it lands as more of a slap than a punch, but it’s still enough to nearly cost Michael his balance.

Snow is going for the door now, but Michael, even in his state of exhaustion, is still the fresher of the two - he can win this race. He collapses into the ropes, clawing toward the exit and reaching once more for Tracy’s outstretched hand.

A moment before he feels the impact, Michael realizes that Snow was, indeed, going for the door - not the exit, but the door itself. Michael tries desperately to get his hands up to block his face, but his motor skills are as damaged as anything else, and the steel bars of the cage come crashing into his world. He falls backward, despite willing himself forward, staring at nothing but the back of his eyelids as his eyeballs flicker wildly, rolled up.

It’s over, he realizes, sprawled onto his back, with barely the energy to keep his eyes open, let alone move. It wasn’t supposed to be this way.


Jason

Spilling out onto the arena floor, Jason Snow has no ambition to walk up the aisle. He’s given no thought to anything other than this moment, as he feels the floor’s protective covering beneath his skin. He hears the ring bell. He hears his music - it serves only to enhance the pounding in his brain.

The match is over.

I think it’s time for a break, he thinks, mere moments before finally, willingly, giving himself over to the great white nothing of unconsciousness.

*Now, at this point you would have seen some hilarious and unexpected events between Kimbusa and the Illustrious Face Eater, to be titled the Smackademic Decathlon, referenced herein. Unfortunately Joe was kidnapped by evil monkeys from outer space, and I am off to rescue him. In the meantime, please enjoy this wrestling match. Thank you.*

Kimbusa eyes Facey from across the ring, his expressionless face following his every move. Facey paces back and forth a bit, grinning across the ring at his opponent, until finally the bell sounds. Facey immediately charges across the ring at Kimbusa, flying into him with a flurry of rights and lefts.

Nick: And the conclusion of the Smackademic Decathlon has begun!

Richard: This is still the most ludicrous thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m still not sure who I want to eat who.

Unaffected by the blows, Kimbusa places both hands on Facey’s chest and delivers a massive shove, sending him flying back the way he came. Facey stands and shakes the daze away, then immediately rushes in again. Again Kimbusa shrugs off the flurry and shoves Facey away, his face still blank with focus.

Nick: Looks like the Face Eater might not have much luck with that strategy.

Richard: If he were really smart he’d just promise Kimbusa a twinkie if he’d just lie down on his back for a few seconds. Match over.

Nick: Go tell Kimbusa that joke, see how funny he thinks it is.

Richard: I’m needed here.

Finally stepping out of his corner, Kimbusa meets Facey now with a hard open-palmed chop to the chest, sending Facey stumbling back into the corner. Kimbusa rushes forward with a shout, delivering a huge running splash that comes up empty. Facey ducks away as Kimbusa hits the turnbuckle, and Facey follows with a dropkick to the back of the head that leaves Kimbusa strung out on the ropes. Facey backs up and hits the ropes, charging forward and leaping clear over the top rope, dragging Kimbusa’s head down in a guillotine on the way. Kimbusa slings back and hits the mat, earning a huge pop from the PRIME-partial crowd.

Nick: There’s a nice move from the Face Eater, and he’s got Kimbusa down already! I think the ring almost rattled apart with that one.

Richard: Now with the twinkie! The twinkie!

Facey rolls back into the ring and immediately dives on top of Kimbusa with a cover, but before the official can get in position Kimbusa throws Facey off and gets to his feet. Facey meets Kimbusa with a headbutt, but the impact does more damage to Facey and he staggers away. Kimbusa rises to his feet and Facey throws himself forward again, but Kimbusa lifts him off the mat and delivers a winding sidewalk slam.

Nick: Huge move from Kimbusa there! Facey’s antics have frustrated Kimbusa before, but now in their first one-on-one meeting in the ring, I just don’t know what he can do against this mammoth.

Richard: Are you not paying attention to the twinkie theory?

Nick: Enough with the twinkie!

Kimbusa rises and Facey rolls away and out of the ring. Kimbusa steps to the ropes and smoothly climbs down in pursuit, but Facey throws back the ring apron and crawls under the ring! Kimbusa reaches down in a vain attempt to catch him, but Facey is long gone. The PRIME fans continue to cheer while the GCW crowd boos the sneaky move, and Kimbusa is left scratching his head. He begins circling the ring in a search for Facey, but he’s nowhere to be seen.

Nick: Kimbusa finally managed to get the Face Eater grounded, but now he’s completely lost him under the ring! Kimbusa’s looking for him, but Facey’s disappeared!

Richard: Can’t argue with that strategy. What do you do when faced with a five hundred pound opponent? Hide!

Dropping to a knee, Kimbusa throws back the apron and peers underneath the ring for Facey, but doesn’t track him down. Growing frustrated he stands and walks to the next side, repeating the same process. But Facey suddenly appears back behind Kimbusa, crawling out from under the ring. Facey charges and grabs the kneeling Kimbusa by the head, delivering a bulldog right into the steel steps! The PRIME crowd roars back to life as Kimbusa staggers back in a daze, but takes a mean swipe at Facey. Facey drops and rolls right back under the ring, leaving Kimbusa to shake the cobwebs out.

Nick: There he is! Facey popped up from under the ring and hit Kimbusa from behind! And now he’s gone back under again!

Richard: Kimbusa’s looking to give chase again, but he couldn’t even fit under there if he tried! Facey’s taken this match to the one place where his size is an advantage!

Snarling now, Kimbusa drops to a knee again and begins fishing under the ring for Facey. Again he comes up empty, and he moves to the next side of the ring to continue the hunt. Inside the ring the official had begun a count, but now simply shrugs and stands back to watch. Kimbusa again reaches under the curtain to look for Facey, and suddenly begins crying out in pain! Kimbusa pulls his arm back out, and finds Facey firmly attached to it by the teeth. Facey continues to bite down on Kimbusa’s hand until Kimbusa rears to his feet, and Facey rolls back under to safety.

Nick: Our PRIME fans are loving this! Facey’s using his teeth now to do the work!

Richard: Kimbusa’s got no clue how to handle this! But still, all he really needs to do if get Facey in one place long enough to sit on him, and he’ll finish him off.

Nick: But what are the odds he’ll be able to do that?

Richard: Maybe I’ll get lucky and he’ll just sit on you instead. Everyone knows this team would be better as a one-man-show.

Kimbusa walks back to the steps and kicks them violently, his eyes glowing red with rage. He stomps around the ring and grabs the curtain with both hands, and he violently tears it right off the ring. He stoops and glances down, and not finding Facey he steps to the next curtain and proceeds to tear it off. This time his eyes light up and he dives down, reemerging with Facey’s ankle in his hands! The GCW crowd roars its approval as Kimbusa drags Facey out, but Facey kicks away and leaps to the safety of the ring.

Nick: Kimbusa’s tearing the ring apart now! I guess that’s one way to get him out of his hiding place!

Richard: I sure hope GCW is gonna pay for that.

In hot pursuit Kimbusa slips back into the ring, but Facey is waiting with a sharp elbow to the back of the head. Facey follows with a series of boots to the skull, but Kimbusa forces himself back to his feet anyway. He swipes at Facey but comes up empty again, as Facey leaps onto the turnbuckle and springs onto Kimbusa’s back with a sleeper hold! Kimbusa staggers but promptly drops back, crushing Facey against the turnbuckle. Facey drops into a seated position against the corner, and Kimbusa simply sits back, placing his ample rear right in the Face Eater’s face. Facey’s legs and arms flail wildly as Kimbusa wipes the sweat from his brow and takes a few casual breaths.

Nick: Oh God, this is… sheer torture here.

Richard: That’s a fate worse than death! I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, except maybe you, Nick…

Nick: That’s the heartwarming sense of teamwork that makes us the best team in wrestling, ladies and gentlemen…

The official scratches his head and timidly suggests to Kimbusa that he move, but Kimbusa ignores him as he continues to recline on Facey’s head. He places his arms on the ropes and yawns, simply relaxing as Facey’s body continues to wriggle wildly beneath him.

Nick: Facey’s entire skull has been enveloped by those cavernous buttocks! If the lack of air doesn’t kill him, the smell surely will!

Richard: Yeah, if this hold isn’t covered in the rulebook, surely it’s banned in the constitution, because this qualifies as cruel and unusual!

After another few moments of wild screams from the crowd (and muffled screams from Facey), Kimbusa finally stands and lets Facey go. Facey drops to his hands and knees, coughing and hacking and desperately trying to wipe the experience off his face. Kimbusa picks him up and thrusts him back against the turnbuckle, then throws a huge sidekick! But Facey drops again and Kimbusa gets hung over the top rope. Facey reacts instantly, springboarding off the ropes behind him and leaping onto his shoulders. He drops forward with a victory roll out of the ring, sending Kimbusa crashing with a massive thud to the floor below.

Nick: Wow, what a move! That was really innovative on the part of the Illustrious Face Eater, and Kimbusa might be out here!

Richard: But he’s gonna need a small crane to lift him back into the ring to finish him off!

Pulling himself together Facey grabs Kimbusa by the arm in an attempt to hoist him up, but Kimbusa’s dead weight doesn’t budge. Suddenly a light bulb seems to go on over Facey’s head, and he spies the loose ring curtain lying beneath Kimbusa. Facey grabs the loose ends and ties a knot around Kimbusa’s body, leaving a long length of curtain free in his hands. Facey climbs back onto the apron and hops over the top rope, which he uses for leverage as he tries to pull Kimbusa off the ground!

Nick: Well, this certainly is resourceful! Facey’s using that torn ring curtain and the ring ropes as a sort of pulley!

Richard: Fortunately for Facey, he learned about the simple machines in his third grade class, which was the highest grade he attended.

The trick seems to work moderately well, as Kimbusa’s upper body lifts a few inches off the floor much to the crowd’s surprise. Facey places both feet on the middle rope and continues to pull, struggling hard against the five hundred pounds of his opponent. Suddenly Kimbusa seems to move further and Facey grins with triumph, but Kimbusa has merely risen to his feet outside. With a violent yank of the curtain Kimbusa sends Facey flying up and over the top rope! Facey careens right into Kimbusa, who catches him over his shoulder and immediately slings him hard against the apron.

Nick: WHOA! Kimbusa got back up and turned the tables that time! Facey just got rocked!

Richard: I haven’t seen a tiny white man fly like that since our last midget-tossing contest!

Nick: Midget tossing?

Richard: Word of wisdom: when tossing midgets, always toss a happy midget. They’re a lot harder to toss when they’re unhappy.

Nick: …Well, Kimbusa didn’t seem to have too much trouble with it there.

Kimbusa unties the curtain from around him as Facey tries to roll back under the ring, but with a clear view Kimbusa is easily able to catch him and yank him back out. But Facey rolls over and delivers a straight kick to Kimbusa’s face, sending him staggering backward before he trips and falls on his rear. Facey slips back into the ring as Kimbusa rises and follows him in, but again Facey is ready with a knee to the back of the head.

Nick: Give the Face Eater credit, he’s been wrestling a smart match so far!

Richard: If you can call this wrestling…

This time a frustrated Kimbusa powers right back up, grabbing Facey with both arms and holding him tight with a bear hug. Facey’s eyes cross in pain as Kimbusa squeezes him hard, angrily trying to expel all the air from his lungs.

Nick: And now he’s caught! This could do it! Facey’s caught in that massive grip of Kimbusa, and he might just flatten him here.

The GCW fans roar their approval, battling the boos of the PRIME crowd valiantly. Kimbusa continues to squeeze as the crowd battle rages on, each side attempting to outdo the other. Facey struggles to break free, but finds he cannot escape laterally. So he begins clawing over Kimbusa’s shoulders, and he manages to drape himself down Kimbusa’s back only for Kimbusa to cinch down over his shoulder and clamp him there.

Nick: This split crowd is really getting into it now!

Richard: Can’t these people scream harder?!

It’s the PRIME reaction that suddenly wins out as Facey reaches down and grabs the back of Kimbusa’s mawashi. Facey begins turning the knot keeping Kimbusa’s ceremonial sumo thong in place, tightening it unpleasantly around his undercarriage. Kimbusa’s grip slackens with each turn as his eyes begin to cross, and finally he releases Facey altogether as his hands instinctively reach downward in agony.

Nick: More brilliance from Facey! Kimbusa’s jewels are being twisted into knots!

Richard: God, now I kinda feel bad for Kimbusa.

Facey continues twisting as the PRIME fans roar. Finally Kimbusa takes Facey by the legs and flips him over, sending him crashing to the ground. Kimbusa then promptly drops his full weight straight down in an attempt to squash Facey’s skull. Facey rolls out of the way, sending an even greater jolt to Kimbusa’s nether region. Facey hits the ropes from behind and then bounces off again, ricocheting right back with a massive dropkick straight to Kimbusa’s face. Boos well up from the GCW fans as Facey dives on top for a cover!

…1!

…2!

…KICKOUT… with authority. Kimbusa launches Facey straight up in the air with both arms, but Facey falls right back down with a splash… into another cover!

…1!

…2!

…Another kickout, this time launching Facey backwards a bit. Facey manages to twist in the air and lands on his feet, where he pauses, grinning with amusement at himself.

Nick: That was an interesting exchange there! The Face Eater had two quick pinning attempts, but Kimbusa powered out of both! I don’t know how he’s going to keep the big man down.

Richard: He’s done it before, it’s just a matter of doing it without anyone else to help him.

Having savored his moment of self-indulgent humor, Facey simply drops and delivers an elbow to Kimbusa’s head. Kimbusa sits up, but Facey slips in and applies a dragon sleeper! The PRIME fans roar back to prominence as Kimbusa struggles to break the hold, but Facey keeps it on tight.

Nick: And here’s a smart move! Facey’s got the big man down again, and that’s where he wants to keep him! If he can put him out with this dragon sleeper, he’ll pull it out for PRIME!

Richard: I must admit there’s a part of me, a rather large part at that, that wanted to see the Illustrious Face Eater get swallowed whole in this match, but now I’m thinking that I’d love to see him beat tubby there… and THEN get swallowed whole.

The GCW crowd begins a methodical clap, trying to rally Kimbusa. It works. Kimbusa begins to move, and he suddenly thrusts up into a sitting position, pulling Facey up with him. Kimbusa awkwardly surges to his feet, tossing Facey up in the air on the way. Kimbusa turns him around and ends up with Facey on his shoulders, ready for a powerbomb! Kimbusa thrusts Facey downward, but Facey keeps a panicked death grip locked on Kimbusa’s head. As Kimbusa tries to rise up again, Facey slips off his shoulders and keeps his grip, dragging Kimbusa down into a crushing DDT!

Nick: What a move! What a sensational counter by the Face Eater! Kimbusa is out!

Richard: He might just pull this off!

Rather than attempt a cover, Facey quickly heads for the turnbuckle. GCW and PRIME faithful alike rise as Facey scales the corner, glancing back over his shoulder at the fallen behemoth in the ring. Finally he rises to his feet and takes off with a beautiful moonsault! Facey flies to the mat and lands perfectly on Kimbusa, and he remains there for the cover!

Nick: Great followup! That huge moonsault might do it!

…1!

…2!

…Kimbusa kicks out again, this time with much less emphasis. The PRIME crowd groans with disappointment as Facey sits on one knee, pondering his next move as Kimbusa recovers beneath him.

Nick: Nope! He just can’t finish him off! He hit the big DDT, he hit the big moonsault, what else can he do?

Richard: That moonsault couldn’t have had much effect, given the size difference there.

Dazed but still alive, Kimbusa begins to pull himself back up once again. Facey stands and begins to back away, apparently at a loss for what to do. After regaining his bearings Kimbusa spies Facey retreating and seizes the opportunity. He charges in, but Facey is ready, quickly sidestepping him. Kimbusa careens towards the corner again, but shocks Facey but nimbly leaping off his feet and landing on the second turnbuckle! The ring groans from the impact as Kimbusa springboards back with a hard chop, but Facey dives forward and comes up behind Kimbusa. Facey lunges onto the back of Kimbusa’s leg, trying to take him down by the knee, which he finally accomplished. Unfortunately for Facey, Kimbusa lands right on top of him.

Nick: Oh my…

Richard: Squish!

Nick: Facey took Kimbusa down, but that might not have been the smartest move from that position! Facey’s been crushed right beneath all five hundred pounds of him!

Kimbusa rolls away, revealing Facey lying face down on the mat, his limbs spread wide and flat against the canvas. He slowly raises his head, his eyes glassy and crooked, but promptly slumps back to the mat. A few feet away Kimbusa gets to a knee and taps his temple, getting himself centered to continue.

Nick: This does not look good for PRIME and the Face Eater now! Facey isn’t moving! He’s been crushed thinner than a crepe!

Richard: A crepe? Are those those little thin pancakes?

Nick: Mmm-hmm.

Richard: I love those guys!

Kimbusa looks down at Facey with bad intentions and pulls him to his feet. He backs Facey into the ropes and delivers an Irish whip, but Facey reverses. Or… tries to. He stops and attempts to pull Kimbusa forward, but Kimbusa remains fixed in position. Facey continues to pull, but Kimbusa doesn’t budge. Facey flashes a guilty grin and turns to run, but Kimbusa gives chase. Facey suddenly drops flat to the mat, and Kimbusa flies by overhead. He bounces chest-first off the ropes and Facey rises to all fours, causing Kimbusa to stumble over him and land on the mat! Facey grabs his flailing legs and dives over, holding him into a pin!

Richard: Great counter! Facey might have him!

…1!

…2!

…And another massive kickout from Kimbusa. Kimbusa launches Facey through the air, this time so high that Facey lands standing on the second turnbuckle!

Nick: No! Thunderous kickout from Kimbusa, but Facey lands in the corner!

Richard: How does he keep surviving these things? He’s got more lives than a cat!

Kimbusa rolls over and pushes himself up to his knees, but Facey turns and takes off. He delivers a huge guillotine legdrop to the back of Kimbusa’s head, driving his face down into the mat! The PRIME crowd surges back to life as the GCW fans are silenced, and Facey stands with his arms in the air.

Nick: Great move! Once again Facey has turned a dangerous situation into an uncanny attack! Somehow, some way, he’s still putting the hurt to Kimbusa, who has yet to really have any meaningful offense!

Richard: I’ll give it to him, the Face Eater has been running circles around Kimbusa. He just doesn’t seem to have any answers!

Looking down at Kimbusa as he lies on his chest, Facey considers trying to flip him over. Instead he walks to the side and steps on the bottom rope, bouncing a bit to get some momentum. He then leaps through the air and comes straight down with a double-stomp to the back of Kimbusa’s head. Again the PRIME fans roar forth, urging Facey on. Kimbusa begins struggling to his feet and Facey turns to go back to the turnbuckle.

Nick: The high-flying reckless abandon of the Face Eater has paid huge dividends so far, and he’s going back up to try to finish this big man off and score one for PRIME!

Richard: Kimbusa at ground level is almost as tall as Facey on top of the turnbuckle. It’s gonna take something brilliant to take Kimbusa down.

Kimbusa staggers about and Facey takes off. He delivers a top-rope spinning heel kick that catches Kimbusa square in the nose, staggering him mightily. He nearly goes down again, but he hits the ropes and bounces back to his feet. Facey takes a deep breath and charges, delivering a hard clothesline to Kimbusa, but Kimbusa doesn’t go down. Facey hits the ropes again and delivers another clothesline, but again Kimbusa rocks but doesn’t fall. Facey finally drops and slips out of the ring, grabbing the loose ring curtain again and bringing it back inside.

Nick: What’s he thinking here?

Richard: You’ve got me.

The Face Eater proceeds to tie one end of the curtain to the top rope, then holds the other end in his hand as he gets a running start. He delivers a hard charging dropkick square to the heart, sending Kimbusa staggering again. Again Kimbusa bounces off the ropes to surge back to his feet, but Facey charges with the curtain pulled taut, and he delivered a literal clothesline to Kimbusa’s neck to drive him back to the canvas!

Nick: WOW!

Richard: Like I said, brilliant! Even if that’s the most ridiculously stupid brilliance I’ve ever seen…

Nick: The Face Eater tied the ring curtain to the ropes and used it to clothesline Kimbusa to the mat! Now what’s he doing?

As the PRIME fans continue to laugh and cheer wildly, Facey unties the curtain from the ropes and wraps it around Kimbusa’s feet. He works furiously to lash Kimbusa’s ankles together and ties the curtain as tight as he can. He stands and steps away from Kimbusa as he painfully attempts to stand, but promptly trips back to the mat. The official tries to admonish Facey, but again he merely shrugs and steps back.

Nick: And now Facey has hog-tied Kimbusa! The big man can’t move! Facey’s using every tool at his disposal to down the sumo!

Richard: Kimbusa has wanted revenge for months after Facey beat him at the Chris Williams tournament, and it’s going to end up with Facey coming out on top again thanks to Facey’s experience as a damn rodeo clown!

Furious and dazed Kimbusa tries again to stand, this time managing to balance himself on his tied feet. Facey immediately moves in and delivers a hard straight kick to the chest, causing Kimbusa to waver. This time Facey backs into the ropes and moves in with a head of steam, but Kimbusa does something unexpected. He leaps straight into the air with stunning agility and delivers a huge dropkick right to the face of the Face Eater with his bound feet. Facey hits the mat hard and lies there still, while Kimbusa slowly sits up and calmly begins untying his feet. The previously silenced GCW crowd suddenly roars back to life, cheering wildly at the uncanny move.

Nick: Did I just see what I thought I just saw?

Richard: I think I just saw what you think you might have just seen!

Nick: Kimbusa just delivered a huge dropkick! I’ve never seen a man of his size execute a move like that! And neither has Facey!

Richard: And he still hasn’t… He never saw that coming and I think it put his lights out.

Kimbusa finally manages to get the curtain untied and he tosses the clumsy thing aside. Facey remains motionless as Kimbusa takes him by the arm and drags him towards the corner. He drops him there and takes his time in climbing to the second rope, his face once again a blank mask of emotionless focus.

Nick: Facey’s not moving! This isn’t good!

Richard: It sounds like the crowd knows what’s coming…

The PRIME fans sit in silence as the GCW crowd roars. Kimbusa begins bouncing on the second rope, his eyes locked on Facey beneath him. Finally he leaps, flying high and bringing his full weight straight down on Facey’s unprotected chest.

GCW Fans: BOOM!!!!!!!!!!

Nick: OH GOD! He dropped The Bomb! Facey’s done!

The official drops to mat the count as Kimbusa keeps his calm seat on top of his adversary.

…1!

…2!

…What, you really think he might kick out?

3.

The bell sounds as the GCW cheers dwarf the PRIME boos of disappointment. The official raises Kimbusa’s arm but he remains seated on Facey. "Tiger River" slowly and dramatically fills the air again as the call is made.

Vince Howard: Here is your winner, representing GCW… KIMBUSA!

Nick: Wow! Just like that this match is over! After going the entire match with almost zero offense, after having to chase Facey around and even under the ring and never being able to catch him, Kimbusa gets in two moves and ends it!

Richard: I think he’s been flattened. We saw this on Revolution a few weeks ago when Kimbusa and Caldera invaded to attack Facey, and we’re seeing it again! Kimbusa’s got his revenge!

Nick: Sick as it may sound after seeing Kimbusa drop The Bomb, I still think Facey got off easy… he put up a hell of a fight and frustrated the hell out of Kimbusa, but he just couldn’t finish off the five hundred pounder!

Finally, after taking his sweet time, Kimbusa stands and allows Facey to breathe. Facey remains utterly motionless on the mat as Kimbusa turns and stares out at the camera, still being serenaded by the wildly cheering GCW fans.

Nick: There you have it! After the night-long Smackademic Decathlon and a match of hijinks from Facey, Kimbusa delivered a really uncanny move and one Bomb later it was over! But he doesn’t quite look satisfied!

Richard: Something tells me he would have liked to have punish Facey further, but he proved his point! Facey might have come out on top the first time, but in their first one on one encounter it’s Kimbusa putting him down!

Nick: Well, chalk one up for GCW here, but there’s much more to come. Maybe if these two meet again in the future it’ll turn out differently, but on this night all the wild, ingenious, crafty, sneaky ideas Facey could come up with couldn’t put down Kimbusa. This match was all Face Eater, but Kimbusa wins the night!

Bryan: Welcome back to ringside, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome back to Devil’s Night and the GCW portion of this broadcast! It’s been a wild night so far tonight with PRIME and GCW in the same building, and right now it’s time for another wild tag match.

Yale: This one’s a big one for GCW, JB. Jordan White was the heir apparent of President Caldera and The Establishment until Dangerous Games, when he came up just short against Lia Ambrosi. The next week White revealed that he’d decided to go his own way, and cast The Establishment aside! Now he’s teamed with Jay Terror, perhaps the hottest name in pro wrestling today, and they’re going to take on LeStatt Knight and the stunning turncoat Rich Rollins!

Bryan: And Rollins joining The Establishment is no doubt one of the big mysteries of the year in GCW. We still have no answers to this question, but we assume Rollins will reveal his motives eventually. In the meantime he’s looking to avenge a loss to Jordan White at Tsunami, where he lost an Iron Man match for the first time in an historic bout!

Andrews: The following contest is a First Blood Match! In this bout, the first team to draw blood on ONE of its opponents will be declared the winner!

"Red Flag" hits first and the GCW crowd explodes. Jay Terror, in all his bandana’d splendor, steps out on stage and slowly begins a walk to the ring, taking the time to survey the wild crowd before him.

Andrews: Introducing first, from Philadaelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 187 pounds. . . "The Outlaw" Jay Terror!

Bryan: And you said it, Dave, this guy is the hottest wrestler in all the land! Terror set new records with his impressive Television Title reign, then skyrocketed up the ranks with an amazing Dangerous Games performance! But he was eliminated by LeStatt which touched off this rivalry, and now Terror finds himself in the big spotlight for the first time.

Yale: And he’s got the talent to be there, JB. But he’s squaring off with a man who is universally held to be one of the all-time greats in this industry, and that just doesn’t seem to have a positive outcome for Terror in the end.

Terror rolls into the ring and "Big Bang" cues up next. The cheers only intensify as Jordan White steps out on stage, eyes to the ground, casually strutting towards the ring.

Andrews: And his tag team partner, from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing in at 235 pounds… Jordan White!

Bryan: For anyone who doesn’t know the name of Jordan White, watch carefully! This man might be the next big star in pro wrestling, if he isn’t already! He quit The Establishment and has since earned the respect of this crowd, and tonight he’s looking to stick it to an old rival in Rich Rollins!

Yale: White’s great and all, JB, but he didn’t win the big one! And now without The Establishment on his side, how far can he really expect to go?

Bryan: Honestly, this kid, with only about a year of ring experience, might have the potential to be one of the all-time legends in GCW, Dave. He’s that good.

White reaches the ring and rolls under the ropes. He stands next to Terror and the two tap fists in a show of unity. They then turn their attention to the stage where "Established" cues up next. Bright spotlights fall on the stage where LeStatt Knight emerges, grinning an evil grin. Shortly thereafter Rich Rollins appears, and the entire arena explodes with boos.

Andrews: And their opponents, LeStatt Knight, Rich "The Renegade" Rollins… THE ESTABLISHMENT!

Bryan: Listen to this reaction! Everyone, PRIME and GCW alike, has come together to let The Establishment know what they think of them.

Yale: PRIME fans certainly have no love for Caldera and his group, JB, but I think it’s Rollins more than anything! There’s history there that I’d rather not delve into, but you can be sure Rollins will get no love at all in this match, despite his amazing accomplishments!

The Establishment team slowly walks to the ring, taking their time to intimidate the duo in the ring. They finally reach ringside and slowly climb through the ropes together, each then taking to a turnbuckle. They throw their arms in the air and golden fireworks explode from the stage, prompting a renewed chorus of boos from the fans.

Bryan: Well, there you have it! The chosen ones of GCW! But they’ve got quite a task ahead of them in this hellish First Blood match!

Yale: It should be a great brawl, JB, but there’s just no way Terror and White can beat this amazing team of Hall of Famers!

White and Terror exchange a few final words before rushing The Establishment in unison. White goes after Rollins while Terror assaults Knight. The crowd roars as the bell sounds the beginning of the contest.

Bryan: And it looks like we’re underway! This is a first blood match, so the rules go right out the window, which means there won’t be any tagging here! This is just going to be one massive, all-out brawl in an attempt to bloody a member of the other team!

Yale: Terror and White are highly talented, JB, but this sort of match requires an extra sort of mean streak. And when it comes to getting mean and violent and downright sadistic, LeStatt Knight and Rich Rollins are the cream of the crop! The Establishment is going to make a statement here!

After a moment of trading blows, White delivers a clothesline to Rollins that sends them both over the top rope and out to the floor. This leaves Terror and Knight trading shots inside. Knight gains the upper hand and whips Terror to the ropes, only for Terror to charge back with a huge spear! He drills LeStatt to the canvas and proceeds to wail on him wildly, until Knight finally kicks him away. The two scramble back up and Knight catches Terror in a side headlock takedown. Knight keeps Terror pinned to the canvas in the headlock as he takes a moment to regain his bearings, while White and Rollins trade fists outside.

Bryan: Terror and Knight have paired off, as have White and Rollins, and that’s to be expected. There are some very personal rivalries forming in this match! Terror got off to a hot start but Knight took him down to the mat, and White and Rollins are going toe to toe!

Yale: Terror’s really proven himself to be quite good lately, JB, but he’s just no match for LeStatt on the mat! Or anywhere else for that matter!

Bryan: This certainly is a huge task for Terror and White, but they’ve both been on really hot streaks and they would love to embarrass the Establishment here in front of a massive GCW and PRIME crowd!

Outside White takes control of Rollins and whips him hard into the guardrail. A few fans in PRIME shirts at ringside immediately leap to their feet and begin screaming obscenities at Rollins, who turns and swats a beer from one of their hands. The momentary lapse allows White to grab him from behind and sling him down into the steel steps, where Rollins hits hard to a huge cheer.

Bryan: Wow! And you can hear this crowd is wildly against Rich Rollins! Not only does the GCW crowd hate him for turning his back on them and doing the unthinkable in joining The Establishment, but the PRIME crowd is really irate at him dating back to his time in their company!

Yale: And the GCW crowd is still mad at Rollins for going to PRIME in the first place! It seems the only people in this building, hell, in this country who aren’t livid at Rich Rollins are his fellow Establishment members!

Bryan: Just like old times, eh?

Yale: You betcha.

In the ring Terror manages to shove Knight away and the two square off again. This time Terror catches Knight in the midsection with a hard knee, then attempts to follow with a DDT. But Knight refuses to go down, and quickly counters with a huge northern lights suplex. Terror bounces off the canvas and rolls out to the floor, and Knight quickly gives chase. Terror stands and Knight charges, but Terror drops his head and back body drops Knight right over the guardrail and into the stands! Security clears an area as Terror climbs over to pursue Knight. The two begin trading blows, fighting their way up the steps and through the crowd!

Bryan: God, and out go Terror and Knight! They’re going to battle right out of the arena!

Yale: And luckily for Knight GCW security is following them up, because these people might just rip him to shreds! There are no two more hated men in the business than Rich Rollins and LeStatt Knight.

Bryan: Except maybe Caldera himself!

Terror keeps the momentum going, chasing Knight up the steps with right hand after right hand. Knight fires back and takes over on Terror, hooking him around the neck and lifting him with a suplex! He drops Terror right on the concrete steps to a huge roar from the nearby swarming fans.

Bryan: Oh God, Knight just delivered a suplex onto the steps! Terror’s back might be broken after that one!

Yale: If only!

Bryan: White and Rollins are still ripping into one another here at ringside, but it’s Terror and Knight fighting each other almost out of sight!

Knight pulls Terror back up and begins laying in the heavy artillery, backing him right up to the section entrance. Security continues to follow them as they brawl right out of sight and into the hallways of the arena. A few fans try to follow but are cut off by security, and the camera returns to the ring.

Bryan: And there they go! Knight and Terror have fought right out of here! Fans, we’ll try to track them down with a mobile camera, but in the meantime we’ve still got White and Rollins here with us!

White rolls Rollins back into the ring and slides in after him. Rollins quickly springs to his feet and drills White with a double axe to the back of the head to regain control. Rollins pulls White up and sends him into the ropes, and he promptly cuts White down with a flying forearm to the face. Rollins nips up and mounts the turnbuckle, throwing his arms into the air. He promptly receives an ear-splitting chorus of boos as every GCW and PRIME fan pours their rage out upon him. Rollins simply smiles.

Bryan: God… I can’t even hear myself talk!

Yale: It’s deafening in here!

Bryan: I’ve never seen such hatred for any one man before! If the GCW fans and the PRIME fans were ever to agree on anything tonight, it’s their mutual hatred of Rich "The Renegade" Rollins!

Stepping off the turnbuckle, Rollins turns right into a waiting Jordan White. White delivers a snapping uppercut that takes Rollins off his feet, earning a massive cheer from the entire crowd. White hesitates, a bit stunned by the sheer volume of the reaction, but quickly regains his senses and goes back to work on Rollins. He pulls the Renegade up and sends him into the ropes, cutting him down with a high leg clothesline.

Bryan: But there’s White! And once again the PRIME fans are getting in on the action, cheering Jordan White on!

Yale: A lot of them might not even know who White is, JB, but all that matters is he’s beating the hell out of Rollins! But every GCW loyal fan knows exactly who White is, and knows all too well about his legendary victory over Rollins at Tsunami!

Bryan: And you can bet Rollins came here tonight with revenge on his mind! He may have underestimated the true greatness of Jordan White before, but there’s no denying it now! Rollins needs to raise his game, but when he’s at his best there still might be no better than the Renegade!

Rollins climbs back to his feet only to get caught with a low boot from White. White grabs Rollins by the arm and delivers a whip, but holds on and pulls Rollins right back into his body. He ducks and turns Rollins around, snapping him to the mat with a vicious spinebuster! The crowd roars as White then walks to the turnbuckle and begins untying the top pad.

Bryan: What a move by White! He’s taking the fight right to Rollins here and this crowd is on fire!

Yale: And he’s making a smart move here! He’s got Rollins stunned, and now he’s exposing that metal turnbuckle in hopes of using it to bust Rollins open!

Pulling himself back up, Rollins is immediately met by White. White takes him by the hair and rushes him towards the turnbuckle, but Rollins plants a boot on the middle rope to halt his progress and takes White by the head, sending him face first into the exposed metal. White bounces back and lands on the mat, but no blood flows.

Bryan: No, counter by Rollins and it’s White that takes the blow! And fans, I’m being told we’ve tracked down Knight and Terror in the back!

The MegaTron lights up to find a wildly bouncing picture. The scene finally stabilizes as the running cameraman comes to a halt in front of the two fighters in the back. A group of fans has crowded around and watches as Terror and Knight brawl through the concession area of the arena. Security keeps the masses at bay as Knight drills Terror, sending him up against a vendor’s counter. Concession workers scramble away as Knight takes Terror by the legs and flips him right over the counter and he lands out of sight.

Bryan: God, they’re fighting all over the place! Terror just went right over that counter!

Yale: They’re going to tear this arena down, JB!

Knight begins trying to climb over in pursuit, but Terror suddenly rises and opens a soft pretzel warmer behind him. He pulls out a tray of pretzels and swings it, sending the salty snacks flying as he connects with Knight’s skull. The fans roar as Knight drops back to the floor, leaving Terror standing behind the counter. Terror raises an eyebrow and lowers his mouth to a nearby beer tap and pulls the lever. Terror takes a few swigs of beer before hopping back over the counter with a pretzel in hand. He takes a bite and chews, only to spew it all over Knight’s face.

Bryan: God, it’s anarchy! Terror just leveled Knight!

Yale: Is he bleeding? He’s not bleeding is he?

Bryan: Knight does not appear to be bleeding from here, but Terror is in control!

Terror picks Knight up and drills him with a right hand, sending him staggering down the hall. Terror gives chase while the action in the ring resumes. Rollins pulls White up and whips him to the opposite corner, where he hits sternum first. Rollins charges in from behind and delivers a massive clothesline to the back of the head, driving White back to the canvas.

Bryan: We’ll keep an eye on the action in the back as it continues to air on the big screen, but right now it’s Rollins taking over with some heavy hitting on Jordan White!

Yale: And Rollins just looks absolutely great, JB. I know everyone hates his guts and he’s totally confounded everyone by joining The Establishment, but you can’t deny that he looks as good as ever. If this guy can stay healthy and in the ring for an extended period of time, he could find himself right back at the pinnacle of both this company and this business!

Bryan: Rollins is one of the all-time greats and fits into that same category as Octavian and Knight, but Rollins hasn’t held the GCW title since he lost it in August of 2001! That’s over six years since he’s been to the top of GCW, but you’re right Dave, he could very well be on the brink of getting back to that level. He’s just going to have to come back and beat Jordan White!

Using the ropes to pull himself up, White wills himself to his feet and turns to face Rollins again. Rollins cracks a half smile and connects with a smooth right fist, then whips White towards the exposed turnbuckle. White is prepared and drops, sliding across the mat to slow himself. He quickly gets back to his feet and charges to meet Rollins in the center of the ring. Rollins leaps into the air and lands on White’s shoulders, delivering a wrenching hurricanrana. Again Rollins stands and the crowd unleashed a merciless chorus of boos, which Rollins seems to enjoy even more than the last one.

Bryan: Great move by Rollins, and he seems to be enjoying this! Whatever his motive is for joining the Establishment, and whatever common ground he’s managed to find with Caldera I’ll never know, but it seems quite clear that Rich Rollins is loving this reaction!

Yale: Even in his long years as GCW’s anti-establishment icon, Rollins never cared about the crowd’s opinion. This man has always been about himself, and perhaps right now we’re seeing the real Renegade finally showing!

Rollins doesn’t wait as long this time to go back to work. He pulls White up and promptly launches him over the top rope and to the floor in front of the announce team. Rollins drops to the mat and slides out of the ring, but White is waiting. He lifts Rollins off his feet and drops back, pancaking him against the GCW announce table. Both men drop to the floor to recuperate.

Bryan: Whoa, big impact there and both men are down again! Let’s go backstage where we’ve tracked down Knight and Terror again!

The MegaTron finds Terror in charge of Knight, still fighting through the lower levels of the arena. Terror takes Knight by the arm and whips him hard, and Knight flips head over heels over the edge of an escalator. The camera moves to the side to find Knight on his chest, slowly moving up the escalator. Terror climbs on and moves up behind Knight, and the camera begins rising behind them. Terror pulls Knight up and delivers a hard right hand, causing Knight to stumble off the end of the escalator to the carpeted floor of the suite level.

Bryan: And Terror is still in charge of Knight as they fight upstairs! This war really is going all over the arena!

Yale: The most impressive part of all this is that cameraman! He’s staying right with them!

Knight stumbles to his feet as another crowd of fans is pushed back by waiting security. He turns and meets Terror with a forearm, then drags him through the foyer. They come to a small bar with a few patrons who scatter instantly. The bartender ducks as Knight attempts to whip Terror, but Terror counters and slings Knight forward, launching him up and over the bar. Knight disappears from view, shattering a number of glasses and bottles on his way down. The female bartender scurries away, and Terror stops to stare as she walks past. She hesitates, smiling at Terror, but Knight suddenly rises up and grabs Terror, pulling him over the bar and out of sight.

Bryan: God, there goes Terror! Knight rose up as if from the dead and pulled Terror down to hell!

Yale: Knight wasn’t bleeding was he? I heard some glass break!

Bryan: There’s a lot of opportunity for broken skin back there, but I haven’t seen any blood!

Back in front of the announce table White and Rollins reach their feet and begin trading blows again. White whips Rollins but Rollins counters, sending White crashing into the timekeeper’s section. Papers and people fly as White lands right in front of the PRIME timekeeper. Rollins winds up and delivers a massive superkick, but White dives out of the way and Rollins connects with the timekeeper. The man drops to the floor, his nose gushing blood, as White attacks Rollins again.

Bryan: God, Rollins tried to superkick White but caught the PRIME timekeeper instead!

Yale: …PRIME has a timekeeper?

Bryan: Apparently. And he’s had his nose broken! It’s pouring out blood, and it seems White dodged a bullet there!

Yale: But Rollins drew first blood! Shouldn’t this match be over?

Bryan: Not exactly.

White hits Rollins with a forearm and rolls him back into the ring. White then turns and grabs the chair recently vacated by the timekeeper and brings it with him into the ring.

Bryan: Well, White’s back on the offensive, and he’s bringing in the steel now! And—hey, wait, look up there!

A spotlight shines on a luxury box midway up the stands. There a crowd of suit-and-tie patrons scatters as LeStatt and Terror brawl into view! They trade blows from the box above the lower deck fans below, and Knight takes over. He shoves Terror against the security rail and attempts to toss him over the edge, but Terror rakes the eyes and frees himself.

Bryan: It’s Terror and Knight! They’re fighting into the luxury boxes now!

Yale: Those people are getting their money’s worth! They’d better be GCW Fans!

The MegaTron shows the view from inside the box as Terror takes Knight by the head and slings him up against the catering table against the wall. Food products fly through the air, a bit of barbeque sauce splattering against the lens of the camera.

Yale: Blood! Is that blood?

Bryan: No, no, I think it’s just sauce!

Knight whips his head up, his face covered in a crimson mask. He feels the hot red liquid running down his face and freezes, prompting the entire crowd to explode in cheers. But Knight licks his lips and tastes the sauce, and Terror can’t help but let out a chuckle. Knight sneers and responds with a straight right to his face before slinging him out of the box. Knight grabs a white towel from a nearby caterer and wipes off his face before exiting the room to continue the fight.

Bryan: Well, it looked for a moment there like Knight had been busted open, but no such luck! The brawl continues!

Yale: This is chaos! I’ve never seen anything like this before in my life!

In the ring White has placed the steel chair around the ankle of Rollins and moves to the second rope. White takes off with an elbow drop, but Rollins slips out of the chair and leaves it in place, and White’s elbow makes contact with the steel. White gets back to his feet favoring his elbow, but Rollins is there with a belly to back suplex onto the chair. White lies on the mat clutching his head, and Rollins immediately applies a rear chinlock.

Bryan: Rollins has taken over on White again, and this is quite a battle going on in the ring!

Yale: Two totally different wars going on at the same time here, JB, and it’s just a matter of which man can bust his opponent open first!

Bryan: And I assume that if Terror or Knight begins to bleed the cameras will catch it and the guys in the back will make the call. But for now all we can do is follow White and Rollins and catch up to the other two when we can.

Yale: And right now you’re seeing Rollins go back to the basics in an attempt to wear White down enough to bust him open. We’ve got a medical crew out here to help that timekeeper out of the ring area, and man, his face is a mess. Just goes to show you how quickly this match can end!

Fighting back to his feet, White manages to stick Rollins with an elbow and then shrug him off into the ropes. Rollins bounces back and White takes him down with a shoulder block, then hits the ropes himself. He bounces back and Rollins leaps into the air for a hurricanrana, but White catches him out of the air and delivers an atomic drop! He then promptly follows with a brutal standing clothesline, sending Rollins right back down.

Bryan: And that was a sensational combination there from Jordan White to regain the advantage in this contest!

Yale: Rollins is still struggling with him, JB! I still think Rollins would win a rematch, but White is definitely proving that his first win was no fluke, he really does deserve to have this spotlight!

As both men recover the cameras find Terror and Knight again, now having apparently brawled back into some administrative offices. A slim, blonde, professional looking woman in a pantsuit stands up with a start from behind her desk as Knight and Terror explode into the room. Knight drives Terror face first into her desk, sending her cowering back into the corner. Terror lunges up and pops Knight with a right hand to the eye, stunning him for a moment. The woman then turns to flee, and Terror calls after her.

Terror: Oh, wait, honey, don’t leave! We were just getting started!

Knight angrily grabs Terror from behind and throws him up against the door, then charges forward with a spear! The door explodes off its frame as the two men fly into the next room, which is a vacant, dully lit white cinderblock hallway. The camera follows them as they rise and trade blows, with Knight taking over and backing Terror up towards a pair of green elevator doors. Terror stumbles into the wall and apparently hits a button, because the doors open and Knight slings him inside. Knight follows him in and begins pummeling him, and the doors slowly close behind them, leaving the camera alone in the hall.

Bryan: Well, there they go again! Someone find out where that elevator goes!

Yale: This is nuts, JB! What happens if someone gets busted open in there? We’d never know!

Bryan: We’ll get another camera down there as soon as possible, folks! But we’ve still got some action here in the ring between White and Rollins, who are tearing into one another!

Standing on the turnbuckle and waiting for Rollins, White glances out at the crowd that is still rabidly cheering for him. Rollins gets to his feet and White takes off, drilling him with a flying knee strike to the face. Rollins sits up and touches his forehead frantically, but is relieved to find no blood.

Bryan: And now White’s going for the face of Rollins, trying to procure a bit of bleeding, but Rollins is holding up well so far!

Yale: This half of the match needs to get nastier now, JB, if they want to end it. They’ve done a great job of wearing one another out, but it’s going to take some heavy hitting to win a first blood match!

Seeming to agree, White turns and picks up the steel chair, measuring Rollins as he rises to his feet. The crowd roars in anticipation of the blow as White winds up and swings. Rollins somehow gets his hands up and catches the chair inches from his face, then wrenches it from White’s grip. White immediately delivers a kick to the midsection and then backs into the ropes, where he charges and delivers a big scissor kick! Rollins hits the mat and White nips up, earning another big pop.

Bryan: White tried to take his head off there, but Rollins escaped the big knockout blow! White is still in control of this bout though, and another victory over Rollins on Pay-Per-View, in front of this massive joint crowd no less, would really be a coup!

Yale: You said it, JB, not many people can say they’ve beaten Rich Rollins, and even fewer can say they’ve beaten him twice! Rollins may lose from time to time, but he always learns from those losses and comes back better and meaner the next time. That’s what makes him the best!

Rollins slowly pulls himself up and White moves in. But Rollins rises with a massive knife-edge chop that stuns White in his tracks. Rollins follows with a European uppercut that staggers White back towards the corner. Rollins then lines him up and throws another superkick! This time White ducks and lifts Rollins high off his feet, then drops back to drive him face first into the exposed turnbuckle! The fans roar as Rollins slumps to the mat, motionless but still not bleeding.

Bryan: What a counter! What a great heads-up move from White!

Yale: But he’s still not bleeding, JB! Rollins has skin made of titanium!

Bryan: Our cameras have tracked down Knight and Terror in the back!

Having spilled out of the elevator and fought down a hall, Knight and Terror continue trading blows in the tunnels of the arena. Production personnel from both promotions back against the wall to clear the way for them as they battle past. They finally battle into a large opening with a number of people bustling about, pausing to watch the fight.

Bryan: Hey, they’ve fought right into the main production area! That’s right behind the stage!

Yale: And still no blood!

Knight stops Terror in his tracks and turns to a large white board, which seems to have the evening’s card scribbled on it. Knight rips it off its stand and awkwardly positions it overhead before bringing it down hard on the skull of Terror. Terror crumbles to a knee as the board hits the ground, and Knight scrambles for something else to wield. At a loss, Knight picks up the wooden stand and collapses it before ramming it straight into Terror’s face.

Bryan: LeStatt is absolutely tearing into Jay Terror now! Those two have fought literally all through this arena from top to bottom, but neither man has drawn blood on the other!

Yale: Looks like they’re making their way back out here, JB!

Knight grabs Terror and leads him up the staging area and out of sight of the backstage camera. The shot returns to the arena and focuses on the stage, and a moment later Knight appears with Terror. The crowd rises to watch as Terror suddenly lifts Knight off his feet and delivers a flipping back suplex! Knight turns inside out and lands on his chest on the stage, earning a huge roar from the GCW faithful.

Bryan: There they are! Knight and Terror have fought from one end of the arena to the other and come back to where they started!

Yale: There’s been absolutely no teamwork in this one because they’ve all been separated, but maybe now one team will develop an edge and finally manage to finish someone off!

Terror begins a slow walk towards the ring, where White is in control of Rollins, sending him face first into the exposed turnbuckle again in a wild attempt at drawing blood. Rollins finally cuts him off and delivers an elbow to White’s gut, cutting him off. Rollins slips behind White and promptly levels him with a big German suplex, leaving White lying in the center of the ring. Rollins stands and throws his arms to the crowd again, but this time he gets cheers in response. Confused, Rollins gets grabbed from behind by Jay Terror! Terror pulls Rollins up and then drives him into the mat with a huge piledriver-esque move.

Bryan: Bandstand Bust! God, Terror just destroyed the Renegade!

Yale: These people are going absolutely nuts again! Rollins is down and out! But thankfully not bleeding!

Bryan: But with Rollins out, here comes LeStatt, and he stands to face the double team of Terror and White! LeStatt dominated in the Dangerous Games, he’s been back to peak condition, but can he hope to fight off both opponents at once?

Yale: Knight could take on the entire PRIME roster by himself, JB! Hell yes he can handle two men!

Knight rolls into the ring and rises to a knee, looking up at Terror as White stands behind him. Knight wastes no time in charging Terror, and he takes him down with a shoulder tackle. White steps in and meets Knight with a right, but Knight overpowers him and lifts him off the mat. Knight rushes White to the corner and drives him against the turnbuckle, then latches onto his forehead with his teeth. White kicks his feet as Knight bites into him, but Terror quickly pulls Knight away from behind.

Bryan: Oh God! That’s just flat out sick and sadistic by LeStatt Knight! He’s trying to bite right into White and draw the blood right out!

Yale: He’ll do whatever it takes, JB! And he’ll drink Jordan White’s blood personally if that’s what it takes to win! There is nothing this man will not do!

White touches his head and finds deep teethmarks in his flesh, but no blood trickles out. Knight wheels around and delivers a right hand to Terror, but White drops him from behind with a boot to the back of the knee. Terror begins unloading on Knight but Knight grabs him under the arms and launches him out of the ring! Terror hits the ground hard and White locks into Knight again, and the two brawl in the middle of the ring.

Bryan: Out goes the Outlaw! Knight just tossed him out like a rag doll!

Yale: And now it’s just the former Establishment teammates going at it! Knight would love to put Jordan White down for his defection, and for holding him back all these months, too!

Bryan: Holding him back?! He lost to Valentine twice, fair and square!

Yale: But if White hadn’t snuck in and taken Knight’s mantle as chosen one, it would undoubtedly be Knight going to NC-17 to vie for the World Title… if he hadn’t won it already!

Knight sends White into the ropes, but White bounces back with a flying forearm to stun Knight. White then backs up and measures Knight as he staggers forward and throws a huge superkick of his own! Knight ducks the move and White flies forward, connecting with the face of a rising Rich Rollins! Rollins hits the mat hard as the crowd comes unglued, and White looks down at Rollins in satisfaction. But Knight promptly spins White around and delivers a massive KnightFall to turn out White’s lights!

Bryan: GOOD GOD! What a moment! White just destroyed Rollins, and then Knight leveled him with the KnightFall! That could do it for Jordan White!

Yale: This match is over, and I know that because LeStatt Knight is eyeing that steel chair! And when Knight gets that look in his eyes, you know something bad is about to happen!

Plucking the chair off the canvas, Knight paces about the ring and leers out at the screaming fans. He then looks back down at White as he lies in pain on the mat, slowly beginning to pull himself together.

Bryan: This doesn’t look good! White is totally defenseless and senseless, and Knight is locked in! This could be the knockout blow!

Yale: I can’t watch, tell me when it’s over and they’ve reattached White’s head to his shoulders…

White pushes himself up as the crowd cries out in warning. But in his daze White senses nothing, merely pushing himself back up on instinct. Knight finally charges with the chair, but Jay Terror explodes out of nowhere! Terror steps in front of White and swings a chair of his own, connecting with Knight’s chair and crushing it against his face! The crowd explodes as Knight hits the mat in a heap and Terror drops to a knee, exhausted.

Bryan: TERROR! My God, there’s Jay Terror! The Outlaw just destroyed LeStatt!

Pushing the chair out of his way, Knight sits up in a daze… with a massive stream of blood running down his face! Referee Hal Jenkins sees the blood and immediately turns and calls for the bell, causing a massive pop to explode in the arena!

Bryan: KNIGHT IS BLEEDING!

Yale: I don’t believe it! Where the hell did Terror come from, JB!?

Bryan: I have no idea, but he drew blood on LeStatt Knight and this match is over! Terror and White pulled it out! The Establishment loses!

Terror’s music begins to play again as the fans roar their approval. Terror turns to White who has slumped back to the mat, but White appears to still be dazed from the KnightFall.

Andrews: Here are your winners, "The Outlaw" Jay Terror and Jordan White!

Bryan: I don’t believe it! After a massive war that spanned the entire arena, Terror exploded back into the ring and destroyed LeStatt Knight with a huge chair shot! Knight’s been busted wide open, and he’s wearing the crimson mask now!

Yale: But look at his eyes, JB! Terror drew blood, but he didn’t quite knock Knight out! Knight is livid!

Terror smiles and stands, but never sees Knight coming. Knight delivers a crushing right hand to Terror’s face, sending him down to the mat. He then grabs his steel chair and waits for Terror to stand, where he promptly delivering a crushing overhead swing to the face. Terror goes down hard, and after a moment a stream of blood appears on Terror’s face. The crowd erupts in boos as Knight begins screaming at Terror, dropping the chair beside him in warning.

Bryan: Good God! LeStatt just took out Terror!

Yale: That’s what he gets, JB! What did he think was going to happen if he messed with The Establishment?!

The boos continue as Rollins gets to his feet and slowly pulls Knight away from Terror. The two drop out of the ring and angrily storm to the back, muttering to one another with grim but smug faces.

Bryan: Terror and White have won this match, but it’s Knight and Rollins walking out!

Yale: That’s what Terror gets! He wanted to be big time, he wanted to pick a fight with LeStatt, and he got one! But what he found out tonight is that you can draw first blood on LeStatt Knight, but when you do you’d better kill him, because that’s the only way you’re going to keep him down! Otherwise all you’re going to do is make him angry, and you do NOT want to face an angry LeStatt Knight!

Bryan: This was an amazing performance by both White and Terror and they’ve pulled the match out, but it looks like this war is far from over! And I’m afraid you’re right, Dave, Terror might have scored a win over LeStatt here tonight, but all he may have done is awaken a sleeping giant. The worst may be yet to come for these two young stars!

Nick: Coming up now we are going to have perhaps one of the more awkward grudge matches that you’ll see on this card.

Richard: Racism, beer money, and Jerry Bruckheimer all in the span of two weeks.

Nick: This is a rivalry squeezed out of hate by association. Danny Ferguson and Devin Shakur are on opposite sides of the spectrum, and have been for a while. Ferguson associates himself with Lindsay Troy and Wade Elliott, while Shakur associates himself with Ton-

Richard: TONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE GAMBULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!

Nick: and Sonny Silver-

Richard: CHAIRMAN OF PWN!

Nick: Are you on their payroll?

Richard: No, but it adds some FLAVA FLAV

HUGE HEAD SMACK FROM NICK TO RICHARD!

Nick: Don’t ever say his name again. Anywho, after Shakur and Brandon Youngblood faced off against Ferguson and Tsonda. Ferguson threatened to sue Shakur for face damage, but instead decided to give his Main Event DDT pay to the crowd so they could buy beer.

Richard: Yet we couldn’t get any, LLLLLLLLAME!

Nick: Shakur in turn attempted to beat up a dummy backstage that looked like Ferguson, only to have a stunt double take the abuse. Later, Shakur would get beaten up by bodyguards and claim that it was because he wore black.

Richard: THAT’S RACIST I TELL YOU!

Nick: Whatever. So next week Shakur went all Mousetrap on Ferguson, rigging his locker room, but Ferguson had one of his bodyguards take the fall. Jerry Bruckheimer called up and was all "D Ferg dude, I have this movie you gotta be in but it starts on Monday, kthxbye." Ferg subsequently went to quit PRIME so he could do the movie, but Shakur was so fucking with him thanks to a voice modification device.

Richard: Dude, seriously, like when did we start talking like teenagers?

Nick: Chris wants to get this part over with quickly.

Richard: TO THE RING THEN!

Vince Howard: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 5 million pounds if you count his ego, 230 if you don’t, DANNY FERGUSON!

The lights in the arena dim, but don't go out completely. The crowd noise dulls slightly and an interlocking "DF" logo spins into place on the Wal*Tron. Amidst some spotted cheers, the music creeps up:



Once the beat picks up, green and gold spotlights circle the crowd and they respond in kind, pumping up the volume in this hizzy (sorry, caught in the moment). At the first "YEEEAAAAAAH," blinding white lights pulse from the stage and Wal*Tron area. Standing in front of the lights, appearing like a silhouette against the supernova, Danny Ferguson stands ready, his hands outstretched to the arena crowd. He is, after all, just a Soul Survivor.

Aside from a smattering of boos, the response is largely positive. Flanked by his usual security team, Danny makes haste down the ramp, shaking out his arms and jogging a little. The spotlights circling the crowd turn white and settle on the Superstar, watching him every step of the way like the hand of God. Danny's boxing robe shimmers under the spotlights. With each consecutive "YEAH" in the music, the lights along the ramp pulse bright, keeping the strip from stage to ring so bright that you could land a plane there.

Nick: You'd be hard-pressed to find another star in PRIME - or in all of wrestling, for that matter - who has had a Danny Ferguson kind of year. The jail time, the return against Fuck You, falling short in the Dual Halo, getting a monkey off his back in beating Nova, continually finding himself on the outside looking in on the Universal Title scene, and most importantly, an in-ring resume that matches up with the best of them.

Richard: What, how he punked out on the Roulette match and changed his mind midway through?

Nick: Try again, Rich. In one-on-one singles matches, Ferguson is undefeated in 2007, holding wins over Tony Gamble, Sonny Silver, Dusk, Nova and Brandon Youngblood, all of them major players in PRIME.

Richard: Even a blind squirrel stumbles onto a nutpile every once in a while.

Nick: I don't think you understand that metaphor.

Richard: What'd you just call me?

As Danny approaches the ring, the crowd has taken to singing along with Akon, bouncing along with the beat and doing their best Say What Karaoke (holla 1999!) impression. Ferguson rolls into the ring and disrobes, throwing his entrance attire over the ropes to his seconds while scaling the turnbuckle. Looking out into the crowd, Danny holds his hands out again, and the crowd abandons the singing for some h-core cheering.

Richard: Quite possibly the worst sing-along in the history of the sport.

Nick: I can't debate you there. But one of the many things we do disagree on is the impact of this match. You say that Devin Shakur will prove that he belongs among PRIME's elite.

Richard: Which he will.

Nick: I say Danny Ferguson shows why he's a strong candidate for PRIME's Wrestler of the Year in '07 and makes his claim for the Universal Title undeniable.

Richard: This will never happen!

Vince Howard: Introducing next, he weighs in at emo and placed in fourth at a Dashboard Confessional contest-

"FUCK YOU!" shouts a voice from the backstage area.

The infamous guitar rifts of AC/DC resonate throughout PRIME’s temporary residence for the evening. The crowd, full of belligerent capitalists, immediately rises to their feet and begins to shout greetings at PRIME’s Commie Emo before he is even on the stage.

"Back in black!
I hit the sack!
I've been too long, I'm glad to be back,
Yes I'm, let loose!
From the noose!

With the opening verse rolling, Shakur throws open the curtain and slowly steps out into view of the blue spotlights that now shine upon him. The voices of hate continue to rise in intensity while Shakur pays them no legitimate attention. He starts the walk down the aisle.

That's kept me hangin' about,
I've been lookin' at the sky cause it's getting' me high!
Forget the hearse, cuz I never die!

Shakur keeps his eyes dead set on the ring, not giving the fans the satisfaction of indulging the witty banter of confrontation that a heel usually does.

I got, nine lives!
Cats eyes!
Abusin' every one of them and runnin' wild"

Shakur walks up the stairs and steps through the ropes and walks over to the designated corner.

"Cause I'm back!
Yes, I'm baaack!
Well I'mmmm baack!
Yes I'm, baack!
Well I'm, baaAAaaAAAACK!
BaaAAaaAAAACK!
Well I'mmm back in black!
Yes I'm back in blaaAACK!"

DING! DING! DING!

Nick: Shakur is probably going to keep this one standing, even though Ferguson likes to brawl. There isn’t anybody on the roster that can withstand a Shakur onslaught if he gets hot, not even someone as talented as Ferguson. In contrast, Ferguson will probably want to wear Shakur out over a long match and use more wrestling skills.

Ferguson and Shakur both come out of their corners and look as if they are going to lock up. Shakur attempts an inside leg kick, but Ferguson backs up and continues to circle the ring. Commie Emo gives Ferguson an evil glare before turning the rest of his body around to face Irish. Both competitors once again go for the lockup, Shakur attempts to turn the position into a Muay Thai clinch. Ferguson shows his superior strength and manages to escape from the hold by backing Shakur up into the corner. Shakur demands that Ferguson release the hold, and that his rights are being infringed. After four seconds, Shakur is released from the hold and promptly slapped in the face by Ferguson.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Richard: Is it necessarily a good idea to make a communist angry?

Shakur charges ahead, attempting a Superman punch, which Ferguson ducks, but he can’t avoid the knee that follows to the ribs and a punch underneath the chin that brings Ferguson stumbling back into the corner. Shakur rushes forward and starts to pummel Shakur with rights and lefts, causing the Hollywood actor to cover up in the corner. Immediately, the referee once again has to jump in and get some kind of break. Shakur has to be pulled away from Ferguson by the referee, which draws the ire of the former two time Intense Champion. Once the referee deems it appropriate for Shakur to continue fighting, he is rushed by an incoming Danny Ferguson and his outstretched right arm.

Richard: COLLUSION! COLLUSION!

Nick: In what way?

Richard: The referee is helping Danny out!

Nick: You can’t prove that.

Richard: Oh, but I can…HE WAS AN EXTRA IN HARD MONEY!

DUN! DUN! DUN!

Shakur gets up from the previous clothesline only to be steamrolled into a repeat clothesline. Again, Shakur gets up and is leveled by a strong right from Ferguson, who follows it up with a hard Irish whip into the ropes. Ferguson drops his head down at the appropriate time, forcing Shakur to flip over and land on his back on the other side of the ring. Taking charge, Ferguson quickly gets to Shakur’s legs, grabs a hold of the right, and goes for his spinning toe hold.

Nick: THIS COULD BE IT HERE! FERGUSON TRYING TO FINISH!

Shakur has the move well scouted, kicks Ferguson in the face with his left leg, and rolls out underneath the bottom rope.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Nick: Shakur was THAT close to getting caught with his pants down.

Richard: Do you know how offensive that is to all of the people who actually get caught with their pants down? Did you ever think about that before making your stupid comment? No? THEN STOP JUDGING US…Them…

Shakur ignores the referees count and stalks around the ring, rethinking his game plan against Hollywood himself. He pretty much now has Ferguson’s strategy picked out in his head. A couple more seconds transpire before Shakur rolls back under the bottom rope and to a standing position. Both competitors once again go in for a lockup, but Shakur rolls underneath Ferguson, and beats Irish to the punch on the spin around with a thumb to the eye. The referee giving a reprimand doesn’t matter to Shakur doesn’t matter, as he starts to lay the lumber down. A right hand finds its mark on the forehead. An elbow hits the back of the neck, and a kick to the sternum all connect. Shakur delivers a boxer jab to the jaw, and concludes the combination with an uppercut that rocks Ferguson down onto his ass in the corner.

"SHAKUR SUCKS! SHAKUR SUCKS! SHAKUR SUCKS!"

Richard: Oh you douches are so hypocritical. If it were Danny Ferguson doing that, you would be all ZOMG WE LOVE YOU DANNY SWOON!

Nick: They know who they like and who they don’t like.

Richard: Watch, hold on, I’ll prove how gullible they are.

Richard takes a blank sign under his desk and writes something on it. A second later, he holds it up high over his head. It reads CHEER SHAKUR

"LET’S GO SHAKUR! LET’S GO SHAKUR! LET’S GO SHAKUR!"

Shakur’s eyes dart out to the sudden cheers for him, before refocusing on his opponent in the ring. Ferguson is brought up to a standing position and soon enough, his chest is lit up thanks to a knife edge chop from Commie Emo that finds its mark.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

The wind up and the pitch…Not that kind Craig

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Shakur decides to increase the speed of the chops, now hitting Ferguson Kenta Kobashi style, with Hollywood wincing a little harder after each chop.

Nick: Shakur is rolling now!

Richard: BY GAWD!

"SHAKUR! SHAKUR! SHAKUR! SHAKUR! SHAKUR!"

Ferguson is unable to fight off the increasing pain, and the referee is incapable of stopping Shakur even after threatening disqualification. Once twenty some odd seconds transpire, Shakur finally headbutts Ferguson down to the ground. The crowd gives him an ovation while he backs up for the referee.

Richard: Alright, now watch.

Richard once again does some writing on a sign and holds it up to the crowd. It reads "BOO SHAKUR HE HATES YOU ALL"

"SHAKUR SUCKS! SHAKUR SUCKS! SHAKUR SUCKS!"

Nick: …

Shakur makes sure that Danny’s face is perfectly lodged up against the turnbuckle before shooting off the ropes. With as much intensity as a 219 pound man can generate, Shakur slams both of his feet into Ferguson’s face for a snap dropkick. The smack can be heard throughout the entire building.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Richard: That usually is what happens when you get pwned in the face.

Shakur brings Danny out to the center of the ring, bounces off the ropes, and delivers a stomp to the chest. Ferguson rolls over, giving up his back, which isn’t smart around an MMA style fighter, and Shakur goes to work immediately. He jumps on Ferguson and starts to lay in open hand slaps to the back of the head, while attempting to work his hooks in. An elbow to the neck makes Ferg concede a little, allowing Shakur the necessary room to get one hook in, and his arm around Ferguson’s neck.

Nick: Shakur is going for a chokeout!

Richard: Fergy is about to go night, night here!

Shakur manages to swing his body over and get the other hook in, with Ferguson on all fours in the middle of the ring. It seems to be only a matter of time before the inevitable happens, and Ferguson is put down for his first loss of the year in singles competition.

Nick: This would be very insulting to Ferguson if he were to lose by submission!

Ferguson is looking for some kind of help, but observes that there isn’t any in the ropes. Shakur only locks on the hold tighter, using as much strength as he can to cut off the air. The only thing that Shakur forgot to take into account when he applied this hold was…

"LET’S GO DANNY, LET’S GO! LET’S GO DANNY, LET’S GO!"

Ferguson has seriously freaky strength, which he uses to pull Shakur up to a standing position much to the shock of the crowd. Shakur moves in as close as he can, but at this point the adrenaline is surging through Ferguson’s body and the move is fruitless. Ferguson charges backwards into the turnbuckle, causing Shakur’s back to collide with the turnbuckle.

Nick: Shakur won’t let go!

Richard: He’s a persistent little bugger.

Shakur refuses to release the hold, forcing Ferguson back into the ring, so he can rush backwards one more time and knock Shakur into the buckle. This time it works, but once Ferguson turns around, he is stunned with an elbow to the top of the head, reeling him backwards down on his ass.

Nick: Shakur is dominating this match so far. Ferguson isn’t getting much in period.

As Danny struggles up to his feet, Shakur moves in, grabbing the Superstar's head in a Muay Thai clinch and SLAMMING his knee hard into the face. A disgusting *CRACK* is heard all around ringside and Danny immediately drops back to the mat, struggling to the ropes.

Richard: Dear God, even I feel bad for Danny after that one.

Nick: That was one of the hardest shots I've heard in my time here, and it looks to have taken a lot out of Ferguson.

But that's not all it did. As Danny pulls himself up on the ropes, a few fans at ringside gasp, and at least one female lets out a shriek. Like a horror movie character not knowing what had happened to himself, Danny sits back, slumped against the turnbuckle, in full view of the camera.

A small but deep cut along Danny's nose is compounded by the bone pointing in a direction it definitely shouldn't. Of course, it was hard to tell that initially, what with all the blood.

Nick: Oh...oh my god...

Richard: Now he done did it!

Nick: Danny Ferguson's nose is broken. I mean, we can't tell for sure, but...I'm almost positive...

Richard: Yeah, it's broken already. Unbroken don't bleed like that.

Nick: I don't think you understand, Richard. For over two years, Danny has managed to escape major injury beyond the superficial bumps and bruises that come with the territory. He had to keep his face intact for the acting career.

Richard: Big deal! It's part of the game!

Nick: Richard, with that single move...Danny's acting career may be over.

Ferguson feels up at his nose and looks at the blood on his hand. His face goes pale as recognition sets in, and he just stares up at the Wal*Tron, looking at his own face and the carnage Shakur created. In shock, he fumbles around to get back up while the crowd murmurs and cries out for Danny. Ferguson looks at the referee for an answer, but Devin isn't about to let him get away that easy, and he comes in hard after the stunned Superstar.

Nick: This could be deadly here!

Shakur goes for the end all punt kick right to Ferguson’s broken nose, but somehow Danny sidesteps it and plants a hard forearm into the back of Shakur’s right leg before shooting up and firing an uppercut at Shakur, one which takes Shakur about off his feet. Ferguson starts to wail away for all that he’s worth, which now isn’t much, at Shakur’s face, attempting to maul him in the same way. Shakur can only cover up, that is until Ferguson grabs a hold of his arm, twists it around, and starts to punch Shakur in the face with his free arm.

Richard: Shakur’s acting career is about to be terminated as well!

Shakur attempts to run away from the situation, but the strength of Ferguson throws him down to the ground. Ferguson keeps a hold on the arm before taking his boot and viciously stomping Shakur on the back of the kneecap. Shakur tries to free himself but is only subjected to that much more stomping on the leg. Ferguson pulls Shakur up, backs him into the corner, and delivers a knife edge chop.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Nick: Ferguson on the offensive now! Let’s see what he can do.

Ferguson grabs Shakur by the arm, hoists him up, and launches him across the ring in an earth shattering hip toss. Hollywood moves in for more offense, when he sees Commie Emo begging off with his hands, while down on his knees.

"FUCK HIM UP DANNY, FUCK HIM UP!" *CLAP, CLAP*
"FUCK HIM UP DANNY, FUCK HIM UP!" *CLAP, CLAP*

Ferguson promptly puts a boot into Shakur’s sternum, brings him back up, and flings him out for another hip toss. Shakur gets some adrenaline running through him, rushes forward, and is vehemently sent down with a right hand. Loopy as get out, Shakur rushes back up to a standing position and gets sent back down with authority.

Nick: Shakur might just want to quit now.

Ferguson waits on his prey to get up for another round, and once he does Ferguson wraps his hands around the neck and thrusts Shakur up into the air in a choke. The referee gets all up in Ferg’s business, demanding that the hold be broken immediately. Ferguson surprisingly obliges, but not in the way Shakur wishes he would. Instead, Ferguson takes a hold of Shakur’s legs with his right hand, and lifts Commie Emo up high in a military press. After doing a few reps, Ferguson throws him up into the air and he drops face first on the mat.

Nick: That was a nasty fall. Will Shakur be alright?

Richard: Sure he will. Those emo kids can heal from all their wounds real fast.

Nick: I think you are referencing Claire on Heroes again.

Richard: If that’s the case, how do emo people recover from slitting their wrists all the time?

We might never know the answer to that question. Ferguson allows the slow moving Shakur enough time to get up to his feet before spinning around 360 degrees and connecting with a Roaring elbow. Shakur staggers about the ring, giving Ferguson the necessary time to plant a boot to the midsection, wrap his head under Shakur’s right arm, and lift upward.

Nick: The strength of Danny Ferguson!

Richard: He stuck a needle up his ass just to get that strength…I wonder what else he has stuck up there, perhaps Facey’s d-

Nick: A DE! DE! DE! NO! NO! NO! We’re trying to preserve an image here dammit!

Richard: But I was going to-

Nick: No, no, no! I’m not going down just because you want to say Ferguson takes some wood up his ass…AHH F**K!

Richard: BAHAHAHAH!

Oh, right, Ferguson still has Shakur upside down in the suplex. Shakur comes down with AUTHORITAH! Shakur rolls around on the mat writhing in pain while Ferguson decides to fixate his attention on one specific part of the body, Shakur’s right leg. He pulls at the right one twice, causing Shakur to hold onto the leg, and attempt an Anderson Silva knockout kick from his back. Ferguson allows nothing of the sort pulling the leg out again, spinning around, and dropping his weight down across the kneecap. Shakur rolls over onto his stomach, but that doesn’t deter the onslaught from Hollywood. He yanks Shakur over to the ropes, puts the leg up on the middle rope, jumps up, and brings 230 pounds across the wheel.

Nick: Ferguson has picked out his body part. You knew this would only be a matter of time.

Richard: Funk isn’t going to be able to guide him through this match. All it takes from Shakur is one kick to the head and Ferguson will be down for the count.

Ferguson is not going to allow Shakur that luxury anymore, tearing at the knee once again, before dropping an elbow and bending the knee back across at a 90 degree angle. Shakur grasps onto the hair of Ferguson, pulling his head back, and trying to get in a punch, but the referee releases his hands. Frustrated, Shakur pounds the mat, and looks for some kind of escape.

Nick: Ferguson has that leg bent in an awfully bad position. Shakur might have to give up here.

Richard: Do you really think that is going to happen? Nobody around here submits anymore.

Ferguson apparently realizes such, and goes back to a standing game with the leg. He puts a boot into the hamstring, before grasping a hold of the other leg, and hoisting Shakur up to where all of the pressure is on his neck. Ferguson drops backwards, sending Shakur forward into the ring post head first.

"RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Richard: CHEAP SHOT! CHEAP SHOT!

Nick: WILL YOU STOP?

Richard: NEVER!

Shakur looks like a drunken deer caught in the headlights, in complete la-la land. Ferguson spins him around, kicks him in the midsection, bends Shakur over, grasps a hold of the right arm, hooks it between the legs, and puts the right arm behind Shakur’s back. Ferguson lifts up, spinning Shakur vertically onto his shoulder, and finally dropping Shakur’s right leg across his knee. Shakur drops down in a heap and is holding his leg like something is broken.

Nick: What a genius plan by Ferguson! If he takes out a wheel on Shakur, that is pretty much going to isolate and derail all future attempts for Shakur to use his striking on Danny.

Richard: Well unless Danny amputates all of his four striking limbs, Shakur is still a dangerous individual.

Ferguson decides to bring up the intensity, taking a hold of Shakur’s right leg, rolling to the outside and down to the floor, but leaves Shakur in the ring. Ferguson brings Shakur over toward the ring post, extends the right leg out horizontally, and slams it back into the post, causing Shakur to curl up again in an attempt to protect his leg. No such luck, Ferguson takes a hold of the leg one more time and swings it into the post. Shakur almost falls to the floor.

Nick: The pain factor, he’s obviously trying to injure the entire leg so that spinning toe hold will add increased pressure.

Ferguson rolls back underneath the bottom rope and ignores the referees warning about using the post. He takes a hold of Shakur and pulls him up by the hair. Ferguson puts his head under Shakur’s left arm, lifts him up high into the air, and slams him down on the right leg. Before Shakur has even a second to react, he is flipped back over in a modified Saito Suplex that lands him right down on his head.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Ferguson walks over and attempts the first pinfall of the match.

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-

"AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"

Shakur uses his reserve energy to kick out at the last possible second. Ferguson looks over to the referee and gives him the "Are you serious" look, to which the referee responds with two fingers.

Nick: The end is drawing near for Shakur if Danny can keep this up. He has brought the match down to his desired speed, and is now working that leg over huge.

Richard: Shakur just needs to land one punch to his face and Danny would drop like a sack of fake tits.

Nick: How many times is Chris going to use that in a match?

Richard: I think ever since Joe said it, he’s used the phrase.

Shakur struggles up to his vertical base, while Danny stands back and measures him, waiting on just the perfect time to perform his next move. A stumble later, Ferguson takes a hold of Shakur’s head, rushes up the ropes, spins around, and around, and around again, before planting Shakur with the Five Seconds of Fame.

"RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Nick: THIS COULD BE IT! COVER!

"ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

"TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

"THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-"

"AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"

Shakur uses his in ring presence to get his foot to the bottom rope at the last possible moment. Ferguson once again has a look of disdain on his face, although it’s rather hard to tell considering his face looks like a crimson pool right now. He yanks Shakur up to a standing position, shoves him back into the corner, grabs a hold of the right leg, wraps it around the second rope, and pulls down on the ankle with all of his strength. If the referee gets paid by per breakup, he would be significantly wealthy after this match. Five seconds elapse and Ferguson has to break the hold.

Nick: Shakur has that glazed over look on his face. Ferguson is more than likely one Box Office Bomb or Spinning Toe Hold away from victory.

Irish pulls Shakur out of the ropes and shoots him off into the ropes. Shakur can barely run, but has enough momentum to bounce off. Ferguson attempts a stiff lariat clothesline, but Shakur manages to duck underneath it. Ferguson turns around, determined not to allow Shakur another chance to get back into the match…

SMACK

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

…But doesn’t anticipate a left leg superkick from Commie Emo that puts him down on the mat. Shakur cannot capitalize on his opportunity immediately, leaning up against the corner from all the damage Ferguson has done to his right leg. Ferguson is staring up at the lights, trying his best to recover quickly enough so that he can end the match.

Richard: That was a nasty kick, foh ree!

Shakur moves away from the ropes, reaches down and pulls Ferguson up. A headbutt is the first move Shakur uses, but Shakur seems to be reeling more from the blow than Ferguson does. Using his instincts, Shakur hits a right cross on Ferguson, dropping him down on his ass. A spinning back kick, puts Ferguson’s back down on the mat. Shakur grabs a hold of Ferguson’s legs, spread them apart, uses his left leg, and the result is obvious…GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Even for someone who has had multiple steroid injections, a kick like that hurts rather badly. Unable to contain his rage, the referee gets up in Shakur’s face and acts like he is going to ring the bell for such a blatant act of disrespect. Again, Shakur puts him off to the side and focuses on Ferguson.

Nick: Now someone tell me how that is right.

Richard: It is part of a move in Ferguson’s arsenal. I bet you if Ferguson did that, you would be all "SHAKUR HAD IT COMING OMG!"

Shakur brings Ferguson up to a standing position, shoves him back into the corner, and starts to go to work, pounding away with boxing style shoot shots which are lighting Ferguson up everywhere. Irish attempts to cover up, but Shakur is teeing off and able to find the spots regardless of Ferguson’s massive arms. Rib shot, head shot, stomach, jaw, cheek, arm, and finally Shakur delivers a jumping knee to the head that sends Ferguson stumbling out like George Foreman ala 74 against Ali.

Richard: Ferguson is about out here!

Nick: Shakur is one punch away from victory here!

Dazed and confused, Ferguson stumbles slightly, but tries to square up with Shakur. Unfortunately, Devin is much more 'square', and readies for the kill shot.

Richard: Good Times, Painful Memories!

Nick: If Shakur can hit this one, Ferguson will be down and out!

Shakur charges ahead and goes for his punt kick to the head, but Ferguson arches his head back, causing Shakur to miss wildly. Ferguson, in a moment of desperation, grabs a hold of Shakur from behind, hooking him in a cobra clutch.

Nick: Ferguson going to try and put Shakur down here!

Shakur flails wildly, attempting to get to the ropes, but Ferguson moves out to the center of the ring. Shakur looks to be fading fast, and he knows it. A wild attempt at flipping over fails, but Shakur has another counter in his head. He uses his left foot and stomps down on Ferguson’s right foot, followed by his left, before rushing ahead, running up the ropes and now Shakur is behind Ferguson.

Richard: Shakur is out!

Ferguson whips his head around and is just about taken into a nightmare with a right hand ala The Iceman, Shakur follows up with a second ultra stiff punch, backing Ferguson up into the ropes. Shakur hobble runs ahead, delivering another punch, before hooking Ferguson in a Muay Thai clinch, kneeing him twice in the head, and finally landing-

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Richard: GOOD TIMES, PAINFUL MEMORIES! HOLY SHIT FERG IS OUT!

Ferguson goes unconscious, his body bent back over his legs. The cover at this point is academic. Shakur puts his right foot over Ferguson’s chest.

Richard: Wrap this up.

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

DING! DING! DING!

Vince Howard: The winner of the match…DEVIN SHAKUR!

Nick: Shakur has done what Nova, Dusk, and a slew of others could not do. He has defeated Danny Ferguson in a singles contest.

Richard: Fuck that, he knocked Ferguson out cold. I don’t think those bodyguards can help him now. Did you see that dude? His legs just died on him right there.

Nick: Screw that, Ferguson might be dead. Someone snatch some smelling salt in there, ASAP.

Richard: I think it’s safe to say Ferguson might never be the same after that thrashing.

Nick: Damn straight.

Shakur rolls out underneath the bottom rope and hobbles up the aisle, while the referee and bodyguards attend to Ferguson in the ring.

Bryan: Welcome back to the GCW side of things, fans, where it’s time for our main event of the night! This one stands to be absolutely brutal, and has major ramifications on Global Championship Wrestling.

Yale: The real story of this match, JB, is Oblivion’s dominance over Lia and Vivica, in particular Bryan Mayhem! Mayhem is the only man to beat Lia Ambrosi all year, winning the title from her a few months ago, and he has two straight wins over Vivica! Tonight the World Champion Lia Ambrosi and the Number One Contender and 2007 Dangerous Games winner Vivica J. Valentine have a huge task ahead of them as they face the two monster of Oblivion in a Buried Alive Match!

Andrews: The following contest is a Buried Alive Match! The first team to place an opponent in the grave and cover them with dirt will be declared the winner!

Suddenly a loud rumble and a high pitched beeping fills the air. From around the corner of the stage comes a small dump truck, its bed filled with dirt. The crowd stands to get a look at it as it backs up in front of the ominous gravesite on the side of the stage. A small mound of dirt and a gravestone, surrounded by shovels, marks the six-foot-deep opening in the ground. The back of the truck begins to rise, and a small stream of dirt leaks out and trickles to the floor. The truck then turns off, leaving the massive mound of dirt in its bed poised to be funneled into the grave.

Bryan: And there you see the dirt arriving on stage, and we’re told all a wrestler will need to do is open the back of that dump truck, and the dirt will fall right in!

Yale: This is one of the most inhuman matches you’ll ever witness in professional wrestling, JB. And I’m glad we’ve got front row seats!

The lights in the arena dim, prompting pinpricks of light to spark up in the vast arena. A thin fog begins to fill the stage and a deep purple glow fills the area. Finally "Babylon AD" cues up, and the monstrous forms of Bryan Mayhem and Shaman lumber into view. The two pause to survey the gravesite, grinning with anticipation. They then slowly march towards the ring, glaring out at the frightened crowd on the way.

Andrews: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 678 pounds, Bryan Mayhem, the GCW United States Champion Shaman… OBLIVION!

Bryan: And here they come! Perhaps the most massive, most hellish tandem in GCW history! Shaman has already fought to a draw with Jonathan Winters of PRIME tonight, but he’s ready to come out and join Mayhem in what could be their rise to the top!

Yale: This absolutely could be a coronation, JB. Valentine may be the number one contender, Ambrosi may be the champ, but these guys have had their number! Ambrosi and Valentine want to be best friends fighting in the main event of NC-17, but if they don’t survive this match it could really change the landscape!

Mayhem and Shaman step over the top rope together and throw their arms in the air, sending giant red plumes of fire into the air from the turnbuckles. The lights finally come back up and the crowd begins to buzz in anticipation.

Bryan: Every time I see these men up close, Dave, I just have to stand in awe of their sheer size. It’s no wonder they’ve been so dominant, it’s almost impossible to match up with them physically.

Yale: Yeah, the Choosers are going to have to rely on their guile and their speed to survive, but I just don’t see any way they don’t end up in the ground tonight!

KILLING IN THE NAME OF!

Rage Against the Machine begins blaring overhead and the crowd explodes to its feet. Vivica J. Valentine is the first out on stage, thrusting her arms repeatedly in the air to rev up the crowd. Lia Ambrosi steps out next, her World Title belt over her shoulder. The eruption is massive as the Choosers play to the crowd, intensifying the cheers further.

Andrews: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 274 pounds, the Number One Contender Vivica J. Valentine, the GCW World Heavyweight Champion Lia Ambrosi… the Choosers of the Slain!

Bryan: And here they come, the two young women who currently stand at the top of GCW! Lia Ambrosi has dominated that World Title almost all year long, and Valentine has finally risen to the top to get her shot at the big prize! But standing before them tonight is the gravest test they’ve ever faced, if you’ll excuse the pun!

Yale: No, that was inexcusable, JB. But you are right, this is a huge problem for the Choosers! And with some doubt on Vivica J. Valentine’s true allegiances-

Bryan: Now hold on… Last week on WorldWide, Vivica was spotted alone in a room with President Caldera, but that means nothing. Valentine came out here and represented GCW and BEAT Tony Gamble, and now she’s going to stick with her friend through this hellish match!

Mayhem and Shaman climb back out of the ring and begin stomping up the ramp, moving to meet Lia and Vivica immediately. The music abruptly cuts out as the four meet at the halfway point, where Mayhem and Shaman immediately begin pummeling the Choosers.

Bryan: Whoa, and there goes Oblivion! They’re not going to waste any time in getting this match started!

Yale: And right away you’re going to see the power advantage, JB! There’s simply no way these two little women can handle the sheer size and brawn of Oblivion!

The exchange doesn’t last long, however, as Vivica and Lia manage to simultaneously slip away. They move past Oblivion and rush to the ring, rolling under the ropes with Oblivion hot on their heels. Shaman and Mayhem climb onto the apron and Mayhem steps over the top rope, but Valentine delivers a kick to the rope that jars Mayhem’s nether region! The crowd roars as Mayhem drops to the apron and Shaman is next to attempt to enter the ring. But Valentine and Ambrosi meet him with a tandem dropkick that sends him flying! Shaman crashes to the floor on the back of his neck and slumps down on his chest, not moving a bit.

Bryan: GOOD GOD! What an opening from the Choosers of the Slain! Mayhem’s down, and Shaman might be out cold just like that!

Yale: Wow! That was impressive, JB! These two teams don’t team up very often, but it’s clear the Choosers are on the same page!

Bryan: Whatever else might be going on between Valentine and Ambrosi, they have to know that they’re going to need to work together to survive this brutal buried alive match!

Mayhem rolls into the ring, painfully picking himself up. Ambrosi and Valentine work in unison to pull him up and shove him into the turnbuckle, where they each begin pounding him with heavy boots to the midsection. Having sufficiently worn Mayhem down, Ambrosi drops to all fours as Valentine rushes to the far corner. She suddenly bolts forward, springboarding off Lia’s back and delivering a crushing leg clothesline to Mayhem’s face! Mayhem staggers forward and Lia is ready, hooking him around the neck and delivering a huge DDT.

Bryan: BOOM! What impressive teamwork from Ambrosi and Valentine, and Mayhem is down, too! Shaman still hasn’t moved on the outside!

Yale: This is all well and good, JB, but they’ve got to get the big men to the grave and bury one of them! Knocking them out in the ring doesn’t do them a bit of good if they can’t haul their bodies to the stage!

Without wasting any time, Ambrosi slips out of the ring to work on Shaman, leaving Valentine alone in the ring with Mayhem. Lia walks to the steel steps in the corner and jars the top section loose, which she promptly sets on the apron and slides into the ring. She then turns her attention to Shaman, who is slowly getting to his feet. He finally spots Lia and charges, but Lia sidesteps him and delivers a drop toe hold, driving Shaman’s face into the steel steps! Back in the ring, Valentine props Mayhem into a seated position against the turnbuckle, then places her section of the steps in his lap. She again crosses to the far corner and charges in, delivering a dropkick that sends the steps right into Mayhem’s face!

Bryan: My God, what incredible offense from the World Champion and the Number One Contender! They’re taking this brutal fight right to Oblivion, and they’re showing absolutely no fear!

Yale: Oblivion is undoubtedly one of the most fearsome forces in GCW today, JB, and Bryan Mayhem has wins this year over both Lia and Vivica! These two dearly want to bury Oblivion and any doubt about their worthiness, and right now they’re proving to be up to the challenge!

Ambrosi pursues a crawling Shaman to the barricade, laying in heavy boots as he tries to pick himself up. He finally rises but Lia takes him by the head and drives him face-first into the barricade, dropping him back down. In the ring, Mayhem shoves the steps away and, in a total daze, somehow forces himself back to his feet. Valentine nods and for a third time moves to the far side and charges. This time she uses the steps as a springboard, leaping high onto Mayhem’s shoulders! She drops back and delivers a hurricanrana, somehow pulling Mayhem off his feet. He flips through the air, his head colliding with the steel steps on his way to the mat!

Bryan: What a move! What an amazing move from Valentine to level Bryan Mayhem!

Yale: That was uncanny!

Bryan: That hurricanrana just put out Mayhem’s lights, and Valentine has never looked more determined! She’s heard the doubters talk about how she hasn’t beaten Bryan Mayhem, and she wants to silence all the critics by taking the monster out once and for all!

Back outside, Shaman finally manages to stick a hard elbow into Lia’s gut to stop her progress. He lifts her off the ground and drops her sternum-first over the barricade, and Lia slumps to the floor. Shaman turns to help Mayhem, but finds Valentine scaling the turnbuckle. Valentine takes off with a high cross body, colliding with an unsuspecting Shaman down below and sending them both to the floor.

Bryan: And there’s Valentine again! Ambrosi got taken down by Shaman, but Valentine flew in and took him out! She’s all over the place, and Valentine is really putting on the show of her life in front of this frenzied joint crowd!

Yale: Even the moronic PRIME fans have to appreciate what Valentine’s done at this event, JB! Hell, even I have to!

Shaman, Valentine and Ambrosi each rise, and together the Choosers begin connecting with rapid-fire right hands that back Shaman up towards the ramp. Slowly they begin to maneuver Shaman away from the ring and towards the grave, but Shaman finally fights back. He drives a low knee into Valentine’s gut to send her away, but Ambrosi cuts him off with a straight kick to the very low midsection.

Bryan: And here we go now! Valentine and Ambrosi are going to try to single out Shaman and get him closer to that ominous gravesite set up by the stage! Shaman’s doing his best to fight back, but the numbers are proving to outweigh the size!

Yale: I’m impressed thus far, JB, these ladies haven’t backed down at all and, as usual, fight bigger than their actual size! And Mayhem has barely moved in the ring!

Bryan: Valentine’s early onslaught really did a number on Mayhem, and he might just be out of this match completely! Shaman is just going to have to find a way to survive and hope Mayhem gets it together.

Ambrosi continues to lay in the right hands, but Shaman stops her with a massive right of his own. No sooner than Lia goes down does Valentine step into her place, firing right hands to continue moving Shaman up the ramp. Shaman delivers a huge shove that sends Valentine flying back down the ramp, but Lia steps right back in and continues the attack.

Bryan: And they just keep coming! Every time Shaman shrugs one of them off, the other is right back there to keep the onslaught coming!

Yale: This is impressive teamwork, JB! The Choosers clearly had a gameplan coming in, and they’re utilizing it to precision!

They manage to move Shaman halfway up the ramp before he finally regains control. He delivers a wild headbutt to Ambrosi, then meets a charging Valentine with a high boot to the face to cut her down. Boos fill up the arena as Shaman looks back into the ring, where Mayhem is finally getting to his feet. Mayhem sneers and grabs the steel steps, pulling them out of the ring behind him as he pursues the action up the ramp.

Bryan: Man, Shaman finally manages to stop the attack, and now Mayhem’s recovered and coming back into the fray! And he’s bringing a toy with him!

Yale: Valentine used those steps to take him out, JB, and now he’s going to return the favor! This doesn’t look good!

Mayhem reaches Valentine and raises the steps high overhead before thrusting them straight down. Valentine narrowly rolls out of the way, and the steps hit the steel floor with a massive bang, leaving a huge dent in both the steps and the ramp.

Bryan: Oh my God! Mayhem might have crushed Valentine’s skull had she not moved there!

Yale: Look at those steps, JB, he caved them in! That’s just frightening!

Incensed, Mayhem catches Valentine by the ankle and drags her forward. He pulls her right up by her legs and onto his shoulders, where he attempts to powerbomb her to the ramp. Valentine holds on for dear life, driving heavy fists into Mayhem’s skull. Ambrosi gets to all fours and crawls behind Mayhem, who trips over her and falls hard to the steel! Valentine rolls off and springs back to her feet, only to eat a clothesline from a charging Shaman.

Bryan: And Bryan Mayhem is in a murderous mood tonight! It seems that violent opening from the Choosers only angered Oblivion more!

Yale: He would have done some serious damage there, but both Lia and Vivica have an uncanny knack for escaping disaster! But still, it’s Oblivion on top with Shaman taking charge!

Plucking Valentine off the ground, Shaman leads her further up towards the stage. Valentine protests with a few rights to the midsection, but Shaman ignores them as he reaches the top of the ramp and delivers a hard whip, sending Valentine colliding into the set. Valentine bounces off and drops to the floor, while Mayhem and Ambrosi rise behind them. Ambrosi heads up the ramp to help, but Mayhem catches her by the hair from behind and yanks her down hard. Lia hits the floor clutching her head, and Mayhem moves past her to the stage.

Bryan: Pretty straight-forward move there from Mayhem, and Lia is in some serious pain!

Yale: Yeah, her head bounced right off that steel ramp, JB.

Bryan: And now Valentine is looking at having to face Oblivion solo, and that doesn’t seem to have a happy ending for the number one contender!

Valentine looks up to find both Mayhem and Shaman towering over her. She leaps forward in an attempt to squeeze between them, but both nimbly catch her and pull her back. Each places a hand around her neck and lifts her off the stage, preparing for a huge double chokeslam. But Valentine manages to reach out and rake the eyes of Shaman, sending him staggering away. Mayhem loses his grip and Valentine drops back to the stage, where she promptly rolls right through his legs and shoots out behind him. Mayhem turns only to get a sharp dropkick to the kneecap, sending him to a knee.

Bryan: That was almost total disaster for Valentine there, but once again she’s found a way to buy some time!

Yale: She and Lia have both escaped the big moves a few times already in this match, JB, but if Oblivion can finally catch them and put the big hurt on them, this match can end VERY quickly!

Looking to put some distance between herself and Oblivion, Valentine rushes forward, only to find herself on the gravesite. Shaman comes up behind her but she grabs a handful of dirt and throws it right in his face, momentarily blinding him. As Shaman staggers around Valentine moves behind him and delivers another dropkick, this one to the back. The kick sends Shaman flying forward, and he stumbles right into the grave! The crowd roars as Shaman quickly gets to his feet in an attempt to climb out, but Valentine rushes towards the truck. Before she can bury Shaman, Mayhem moves in and cuts her down with a forearm to the back of the head.

Bryan: OH! Man, Valentine nearly had Shaman beat there! Shaman’s down in that grave, but Mayhem came in and saved the day!

Yale: …And this shows you just how big Shaman and Mayhem are! That’s a six foot grave, and Shaman’s looking right out over it!

Bryan: And that’s a great point, Dave, because as Shaman climbs right out of the grave, you have to wonder if, should Lia or Valentine fall in, if they would even be able to get out!

Shaman climbs out of the grave, but Lia flies in with a low kick to the face, dropping him right back in! Mayhem pulls Valentine up and drives her face-first into the side of the dump truck, and she tumbles back down to the ground. Mayhem turns and Lia lunges for the back of the truck in an attempt to bury Shaman, but again Mayhem steps in the way and cuts Lia down with a clothesline.

Bryan: There’s the champ! Lia dropped Shaman right back down into the grave, but Mayhem stopped her before she could end the match!

Yale: Wow, this thing has twice come close to an early conclusion at the expense of the United States Champion Shaman, but Mayhem’s not going to let it end like that!

Bryan: Mayhem has had an unbelievable 2007, Dave, which saw him capture the GCW World Title for the first time, and now he’s looking to continue that as we head to the conclusion of the year! A win here would cap perhaps the most dominant run we’ve ever seen!

Yale: The only one to beat him all year was Lia Ambrosi in recapturing her title! Other than that, 2007 has been the year of Mayhem!

Crawling away from Mayhem, Lia moves back to the cold steel floor of the stage. Mayhem gives chase as Shaman finally manages to pull himself back out of the grave. Mayhem ducks down and pulls Valentine up, powering her into a guerilla press. He walks her towards the grave, but Valentine manages to plant a foot on Mayhem’s shoulder and dive off, landing in the pile of dirt in the bed of the dump truck! Mayhem spins as Valentine rights herself and leaps right back at him. Mayhem ducks and Valentine soars past him, but she connects with a rising Shaman! Shaman hits the ground again as Valentine begins to pound him, but Mayhem promptly peels her off.

Bryan: Did you see that agility from Valentine?! She dove with reckless abandon into the back of that dump truck, and she clobbered Shaman again!

Yale: That was pretty brave, and pretty stupid! Had Mayhem unlatched that gate all that dirt would have fallen into the grave, taking Valentine with it! Lucky for her Mayhem didn’t react in time!

Bryan: Mayhem wants to bury her, no doubt, but something tells me he might want to hurt her badly before putting her in the ground.

Mayhem slings Valentine aside and she begins rolling down the ramp. She finally stops her slide and gets back to her feet, but Mayhem is already there. Mayhem drills her with a forearm to the side of the face that sends her staggering back towards the ring. Back up-stage, Lia and Shaman rise again and begin trading blows near the entrance. Shaman winds up for a big shot and fires, but Lia ducks and Shaman’s fist connects with the steel façade of the stage.

Bryan: Mayhem’s bringing Vivica back down in our direction here, and it’s Lia and Shaman now alone next to that grave! And what a moment it would be for the career of the United States Champion if he were to bury the World Champion alive!

Yale: Shaman’s been on quite a rise lately, and he’s got a lot of people nipping at his title now, but he can rise pretty damn fast if he can take out the champ!

Delivering a huge sidekick to the sternum, Ambrosi manages to back Shaman up towards the gravesite. But as she approaches Shaman cuts her down with a high boot, earning himself a moment’s reprieve. Back at ringside Mayhem chases Valentine around the side and finally catches her, and he launches her over the barricade and into the stands! Fans scatter and GCW and PRIME security officials rush to clear the scene as Mayhem easily steps over the rail and into the crowd. Valentine pulls herself back up and fires a few violent shots at Mayhem, but again Mayhem cuts her down with a forearm.

Bryan: And now Valentine and Mayhem are fighting out in the stands!

Yale: Those people at ringside, GCW and PRIME fans alike, were pretty smart there! They saw Mayhem coming and they were eager to give him all the room they could!

Mayhem takes Valentine by the arm and delivers a wild whip, slinging her aside with huge momentum. Valentine flies forward into the rows of vacant chairs, sending them all flying and clattering as she careens through them. She finally comes to a rest in a pile of padded steel as Mayhem stomps through the wreckage in pursuit. On stage Shaman takes control of Lia and lifts her high into the air for a vertical suplex, but Lia twists and lands behind him. She instantly hooks him and unleashes a feral scream, powering Shaman a few inches off his feet, just enough to deliver a hard back suplex to the steel.

Bryan: God, it is absolute carnage out here! Mayhem has obliterated five rows of seats at ringside, and Lia just about crushed Shaman’s skull on the metal stage!

Yale: We knew this one was going to be intense, JB! I just don’t think we expected it to be this intense!

Bryan: There is so much on the line in this one, for both teams as well as for all four individuals, and that fact is showing now as they lay it all on the line to represent their teams and Global Championship Wrestling!

Yale: Even the PRIME fans are going wild for this one, JB, they know a great contest when they see one! And they’re all on GCW!

Finally managing to track down Valentine, Mayhem bends down to dig her out. But as he pulls her up she wheels around with a still-open chair and drills Mayhem in the skull. The impact sends Mayhem staggering backwards, where he trips over the barricade and falls back into the ring area. The fans continue to go wild as Valentine hops back in pursuit, and the ring crew immediately begins reassembling the seating at ringside.

Bryan: But there’s Valentine fighting back! This match has turned into utter anarchy, and right now Lia and Vivica are holding their own against the two monsters of Oblivion!

Yale: Oblivion first became a team several months ago and at the time it looked like they might take over GCW, and for some reason that hasn’t quite happened! But tonight they can finally fulfill that prophesy if they can take down the World Champion and the Number One Contender, JB! But I have to admit I’m surprised at how well these ladies are holding up in what is little more than a street fight!

Valentine drives a shin kick into the nose of a rising Mayhem, who falls back to the floor. On stage Shaman has recovered but Lia is in charge, backing him towards the grave once again with hard rights to the jaw. Ambrosi positions him near the grave and then backs up, getting a running start on her big leaping clothesline. She connects and sends Shaman stumbling, but Shaman gets a grip on her and pulls her down with him. The two drop into the grave and lie there motionless, while Valentine begins running up to help.

Bryan: Good God, down goes the champ! Lia and Shaman are both down in that grave now!

Yale: That’s got to be a frightening place to be!

Bryan: And here comes Valentine, but Mayhem isn’t far behind her!

Inside the grave Lia and Shaman both rise, and Lia attempts to scramble out. Vivica grows near, but senses Mayhem lumbering up behind her. Vivica casts a desperate glance at the grave but abandons her charge, turning back to deal with Mayhem.

Bryan: Well, Valentine was almost there to help pull Lia out of the grave, but she just can’t get rid of Bryan Mayhem!

Yale: It’s been like that for months, JB, wherever Valentine is, Mayhem seems to be lurking right behind! Valentine knows that before she can do anything else she’s got to somehow find a way to shake the specter of Bryan Mayhem!

Valentine and Mayhem begin trading blows again, and Mayhem quickly takes the upper hand. He grabs Valentine by the hair and slings her up against the barricade to the right of the ramp, then follows with a massive boot thrown straight at her head. But Valentine drops out of the way and Mayhem’s knee gets jarred from the brute impact. Valentine dives forward with a chop block to Mayhem’s weight-bearing knee, sending him crumpling to the ground in agony. The crowd roars as Valentine stands, taking a moment to favor her aching jaw.

Bryan: What a move! Valentine just did some serious damage to both knees of Mayhem, and he might be in some trouble now!

Yale: She’s one of the craftiest wrestlers we’ve got here in GCW, JB, and she outmaneuvered Mayhem on that one! Still, speed and craftiness doesn’t seem to favor you much in this sort of environment!

Back in the grave, Shaman has both hands on the edge and is attempting to pull himself out. But Lia moves behind him and uses his body as a ramp, pulling herself up and out! Shaman isn’t far behind but Lia meets him with a boot to the top of the head. Lia continues to pummel him until Shaman rushes upwards, snatching Lia onto his shoulders on the way up. He promptly flips her over and delivers a huge death valley driver into the dirt, leaving Lia lying. Valentine gets there a moment too late, and promptly cuts Shaman off with a right hand.

Bryan: Down goes the champion! Lia managed to scramble out of that grave, but Shaman delivered a huge move and she’s out cold! Valentine got there just too late to stop it!

Yale: The divide and conquer strategy worked well for Oblivion there, JB! When Vivica and Lia are together they’re formidable, but split them off into one on one situations and the size advantage becomes too great to overcome! Mayhem needs to recover and get back into the fray, because with Lia out they have a real chance to finish this match!

Shaman, suddenly reenergized, begins to unload on Valentine, finally sending her down to the dirt with a stiff right uppercut. On the ramp Mayhem has managed to get to all fours, but remains there in pain as he waits for his knees to recover. Shaman pulls Valentine right back up and leads her away from the grave towards the stage. He finally scoops her up and delivers a slam to the steel grating, taking a moment to relish her pained writhing beneath him.

Bryan: And it’s the United States Champion on top of it all here! He’s got Valentine in a bad way, he’s taken out the World Champion, and Shaman’s in charge!

Yale: This guy is a wildly talented wrestler, JB, and his size is a huge advantage. He’s finally beginning to realize some of his full potential now as the United States Champion, but he’s got so much further to go! Tonight he’s got a chance to ascend even further. Whoever leaves NC-17 with the World Title, they might have to face Shaman in the future!

Vivica turns over and begins to crawl away, but Shaman stops her and pulls her back up. He lifts her from the side and delivers a hard backbreaker before letting her drop to the stage. Mayhem begins to show signs of recovery on the ramp while Lia begins to stir on the graveyard. Shaman watches with sadistic glee as Valentine grabs hold of the stage façade and attempts to pull herself up. He finally takes hold of her again and lifts her high into the air with a stalling suplex, prompting a gasp from the crowd.

Bryan: Oh God, if he does that he’ll kill her! He’s going for the Desert Spike on the stage!

Yale: Goodnight, Vivica!

Holding Valentine high and parading her around the stage, Shaman seems to enjoy the panicked sound of the fans. But without warning, Lia explodes back into the scene! She charges and delivers a boot to Shaman’s midsection, causing him to lose his balance and let Vivica drop back in front of him. She flows through with one fluid motion, bringing Shaman’s head down with a DDT into the stage! The arena roars as Valentine slowly picks herself back up, and Lia moves to confront the approaching Mayhem.

Bryan: WHAT A COUNTER! Lia cut Shaman down and Valentine took him out! Shaman’s not getting up quickly from that one!

Yale: And it looks like he’s bleeding now, too, JB! This is it, this is the big opening for the Choosers! They’ve got the chance to double Mayhem, Mayhem’s wounded, and they’ve GOT to finish him off!

Lia is the first to greet Mayhem and she delivers a straight kick right to the knee. Mayhem stumbles a bit and Lia follows with a European uppercut, then spies Valentine approaching. Lia shouts something in her direction and then Valentine runs in. Lia drops her head and delivers a back body drop to Valentine, who flips through the air and rolls up onto Mayhem’s shoulders! She uses her momentum to carry her through with a headscissor, wrenching Mayhem off his feet and down into the dirt near the grave!

Bryan: Did you see that!? That was some amazing, unorthodox teamwork there from Valentine and Ambrosi! Mayhem’s down and on the brink!

Yale: That was amazing! We’re really seeing a new side of Ambrosi and Valentine here! We always knew they were close friends, but as it turns out they’re really lethal as a tandem!

Bryan: And this is it! They’ve got the opening, they’re so close! They just need to finish Mayhem off!

Mayhem begins pushing himself to his feet, unaware of the gaping six-foot hole to his right. Valentine and Ambrosi approach and take turns teeing off on Mayhem’s skull, staggering him on the edge of the grave. The crowd rises to its feet as Mayhem teeters, and Valentine and Ambrosi begin unloading with everything they’ve got.

Bryan: Here they go! They’ve got him rocked! Mayhem’s going down!

Valentine throws a wild right hand, but suddenly Mayhem stiffens. He thrusts both arms out, grabbing each woman by the neck, and with one swift motion lifts them both off the ground and delivers a massive double chokeslam. The crowd explodes in boos as Mayhem drops to a knee to recover, licking the blood off his lips as he looks down at Valentine.

Bryan: OH GOD! Double chokeslam from Mayhem, and just like that he’s leveled Valentine and Ambrosi!

Yale: You just can’t kill this guy, JB! No matter what they do, they can’t seem to solve this monster! Mayhem absolutely refuses to lose!

Bryan: And this could spell the changing of the guard at the top of GCW! If Mayhem wins again, if Lia and Vivica are unable to beat him even together, Oblivion might be the new power in this company!

The deafening boos continue as Shaman finally pulls himself together and staggers into view. Mayhem pulls Valentine up by the hair and moves her next to the grave, pausing to whisper some unthinkably vile words into her ear. Shaman meanwhile grabs Ambrosi and lifts her up, then delivers a beal to the metal grating of the stage. Mayhem places his hand back around the throat of Valentine and sets her up in front of the hole.

Bryan: Oh God, Mayhem’s going to chokeslam Valentine right into the grave! It’s over!

Just before Mayhem lifts Valentine, Valentine lifts her foot… right between Mayhem’s legs. The crowd roars as Mayhem slumps to the dirt with Valentine crumbling beside him, neither moving as their chests heave on the ground.

Yale: She did it again, JB!

Bryan: Once again Valentine escapes certain doom! Mayhem had her lined up and with one well-placed boot she’s stayed alive!

Yale: Remember the incident with the steel-toed boot? Think Mayhem’s forgotten/

Bryan: Not on your life.

A few feet away Shaman and Ambrosi continue to duel. Ambrosi manages to separate from Shaman and leaps forward with a huge snap kick, connecting with Shaman’s sternum. Shaman stumbles back and into the side of the dump truck, and Ambrosi follows him in. But Shaman steps out and catches her, turning her momentum into a violent powerslam into the dirt! The crowd boos as Shaman slowly stands and watches as she crawls away, moving slowly toward the grave.

Bryan: God, what a move by Shaman! Mayhem and Valentine are down, and now it’s Shaman on top again with the World Champion in a bad place! This could be it now!

Yale: Valentine and Ambrosi keep narrowly escaping defeat, but eventually their luck will run out and this power game of Oblivion will take over!

Bryan: Valentine dodged a burial a moment ago, but it looks like Lia might be in for the same dark fate at the hands of our huge United States Champion!

Ambrosi, covered in the dark brown dirt that clings to the sweat on her body, slowly pulls herself up as Shaman towers above her. He raises an arm in preparation of the knockout blow, positioning himself to knock Ambrosi back into the grave. But Ambrosi suddenly surges up and forward, spearing Shaman right off his feet! The two fly back off the mound of dirt, rolling down to the pavement below.

Bryan: She’s alive! Ambrosi just took Shaman right down to the ground, and she’s managed to get some distance between herself and that grave!

Yale: Yeah, she took Shaman out of the picture, but look what this leaves! Valentine’s getting up, and she’s all alone with Mayhem!

Valentine pulls herself out of the dirt and wipes it off her face, looking around for Ambrosi. Her eyes fail to find the World Champion, but they do locate the monstrous Bryan Mayhem, now lumbering his way into the gravesite. Valentine readies herself, raising her hands, glancing around in a frantic search for anything that might help her.

Bryan: God, here comes Mayhem! Valentine is in serious trouble here! In three months she’s not been able to stop this monster, and Mayhem’s relishing the opportunity to do even more damage to her!

Yale: As if setting her on fire wasn’t enough, now he wants to bury her alive! Valentine might not make it to NC-17 at this rate!

Valentine finally charges, startling Mayhem back a half step. But Valentine’s forearm merely ricochets off Mayhem’s chest, and Mayhem follows with a crushing headbutt that sends her back into the dirt. The crowd falls into a frightened buzz as Mayhem delivers a swift kick to her ribs that inches her closer to the edge of the open grave.

Bryan: Mayhem’s got the upper hand once again, and this could be the beginning of the end for Valentine! She’s still searching for a helping hand from Ambrosi, but Lia is still down and out with Shaman on the floor!

A camera peers over the back edge of the gravesite, where Ambrosi has risen to her feet next to Shaman. Ambrosi charges Shaman and delivers a hard dropkick, sending him out of view under the stage. Ambrosi pursues him angrily, also moving out of sight. The camera promptly moves back to the action on the grave, where Mayhem reaches down and pulls Valentine up with a handful of hair.

Yale: There they go! Ambrosi is going after Shaman, but she doesn’t realize that Mayhem’s about to bury Valentine once and for all!

Bryan: This is bad! This is very bad!

Mayhem lifts Valentine high into the air, but Valentine manages to kick a hard knee into his temple! The blow loosens his grip and Valentine drops to her feet, where she immediately begins unloading on Mayhem. Mayhem quickly recovers and throws a wild right haymaker, but Valentine ducks it and squirms out behind him, moving away from the grave. A roar goes up from the GCW faithful as Valentine continues hammering him with all she’s got, slowly but surely moving him towards the grave.

Bryan: No, wait! What a counter by Valentine! She’s slipped free, and now she’s turned the tables on Mayhem! She might just have him here!

Yale: How is she doing this, JB!? She’s got a bad arm, she’s wrestling in her second match, and somehow she’s still got Mayhem rocked!

Driving fist after fist into Mayhem’s jaw, Valentine finally positions him on the brink of the grave. Mayhem begins flailing, but suddenly recovers and slaps a massive hand over Valentine’s neck. Without hesitation he lifts her off the ground and delivers a vicious chokeslam straight into the dirt, sending a plume of brown dust into the air. Mayhem drops to a knee in pain as Valentine writhes on the ground beside him, inadvertently rolling closer to the grave.

Bryan: Good God! Mayhem just came right back and destroyed her with that chokeslam!

Yale: It’s over, JB! It’s over! Valentine is not getting up from that one! All Mayhem has to do is shove her into the grave, open up that dump truck and bury her!

Bryan: And still Ambrosi is nowhere to be found! She’s fought Shaman underneath the stage, and we’ve got no clue what’s happened to them! No, wait—

A roar rises up in the crowd as Ambrosi emerges from beneath the stage. She slowly begins climbing up the side of the mound of dirt, slipping down a few inches every time she plants her foot. Her head rises above the edge of the mound and she spies Valentine lying on the edge of defeat, and quickly begins scrambling up to help. But Shaman appears right behind her, and reaches up to grab an ankle! Valentine gets to her hands and knees just as Shaman pulls Ambrosi back down, where the two begin trading blows again.

Bryan: Lia came back to help Valentine after all, but Shaman cut her off! Valentine’s going to have to fend off Mayhem by herself!

Yale: And she looks like she’s completely out of it right now, JB! Mayhem’s got his senses back, and he’s going to end this match right here.

Valentine begins blindly crawling away from the grave, moving on instinct alone. Mayhem shakes his head violently and slaps himself in the face, getting himself righted and back in pursuit. He steps in behind Valentine just as she rises… and takes hold of a nearby shovel lying in the dirt! Mayhem dips down to pick her up just as she surges to her feet, whipping around with the shovel flying through the air. The head of the shovel connects directly with the bridge of Mayhem’s nose, shattering it on impact and sending him flying off his feet. The big man lands right on the edge of the grave and immediately falls in, landing in a motionless heap six feet below!

Bryan: OH GOD! What a move by Valentine! She lured Mayhem right in and might have caved his face in! He’s down in the grave!

Yale: That was sickening! Mayhem’s a bloody mess and he’s totally unconscious down in the grave! This thing’s over, JB!

With the crowd roaring its approval, Valentine painfully picks herself up, but there is no trace of agony on her face. Instead her expression is twisted with smug aggression, and she steps to the edge of the grave and spits on Mayhem’s broken body. She then turns and casually walks to the back of the elevated dump truck, violently pulls out the pin and lets the dirt pour out. A massive plume of black soil rushes out and into the grave, promptly burying Mayhem alive!

Bryan: SHE’S DONE IT!

The bell sounds as the fans absolutely explode. Valentine drops to a knee over the grave, looking down with satisfaction as her music begins to blare overhead.

Andrews: Here are your winners, Vivica J. Valentine and Lia Ambrosi, the Choosers of the Slain!!!

Bryan: She did it! Valentine has buried Bryan Mayhem alive!

Yale: I didn’t think it was possible, JB! After all Mayhem has done to Vivica J. Valentine, I didn’t think she had it in her to topple the big man! But she proved me wrong tonight!

Bryan: Valentine is standing over the grave of Bryan Mayhem, and as she looks down you have to know that she’s buried the one last obstacle standing between her and the World Championship! Valentine has buried the demon that is Bryan Mayhem once and for all!

With a trickle of red blood seeping through the mask of dirt covering her face, Vivica Valentine stands up and suddenly remembers her tag partner. She begins glancing around the arena, looking for Lia. She finally finds her as Lia clambers back over the edge of the gravesite, having apparently separated from Shaman below. Ambrosi surveys the scene and smiles with satisfaction, but Valentine greets her with a quizzical look.

Bryan: And there’s the World Champion! Ambrosi had her trouble with Shaman throughout this match, but it looks like she finally got rid of him and now they can celebrate an amazing win!

Yale: I dunno, JB, it looks like there’s still some friction here! Valentine doesn’t seem too pleased that Ambrosi wasn’t around to help out with Mayhem!

Bryan: Valentine certainly did suffer a beating at the hands of Mayhem once again, and I have to wonder if these two completely trust each other, even after this win!

Yale: All that speculation, JB, it might just be true!

Even as the crowd continues cheering and the music continues playing, Valentine seems to have a few words for Ambrosi. Lia defends herself, pointing down behind the gravesite, but Valentine continues her argument. The two come face to face as they exchange words, each signaling vehemently with their arms at the battleground.

Bryan: Valentine’s the number one contender, Dave, and there are doubts about her true loyalties! These two are best friends and great teammates, and they were victorious here tonight, but you can clearly see that the GCW World Title is beginning to come between them! There are no friends when the biggest prize in the game is on the line, and this is a situation that stands to escalate from here!

Yale: Ambrosi might not completely trust Valentine, but it’s clear now that Valentine might not completely trust Ambrosi! Valentine pulled this one out by herself, but it’s clear she feels she shouldn’t have needed to go it alone!

Valentine finally shakes her head and turns her back to Ambrosi. She stomps away from the grave of Bryan Mayhem, leaving a confused Ambrosi standing alone. The raucous cheers fade into a bewildered buzz as Valentine steps out of view to the backstage area.

Bryan: Well, there goes Valentine! She just walked away from her best friend!

Yale: There’s definitely some real conflict developing there, JB! They’re just lucky Valentine was somehow able to get the best of Mayhem, otherwise this could have been a disastrous night for them!

Bryan: The Choosers are victorious here at Devil’s Night, but there’s trouble brewing! Bryan Mayhem has been buried alive! Folks, that will do it for the GCW portion of this broadcast! For Kevin Jacobs and David Yale, this is James Bryan signing off! We'll turn things over now to PRIME and the conclusion of the Great American Nightmare! Thank you for joining us and goodnight!

Nick: Ladies and gentlemen, we have seen it ALL tonight. We’ve seen the best of what both PRIME and GCW…

Richard: HA!

Nick: …Have to offer, but it is now time for PRIME to offer up its main event here tonight at The Devil’s Night/Great American Nightmare crossover! The "Last Chance Ladder Match" for Sonny Silver to try and dethrone Lindsay Troy.

Richard: Indeed! Troy doesn’t have the "no-contact contract" in effect anymore, so these two are free to pound one another!

Nick: For months, Sonny Silver has come up short against Lindsay Troy since August in trying to capture the title. Many critics thought that Dice, Dollars and Tragedy would be his night, but it was not to be. Now with no more obstacles in his way, the burning question tonight is this: Will Sonny Silver finally be able to take the title from Troy and best her in a match that favors her?

Richard: He HAS to. He’s got all the momentum he needs coming in here tonight. I have not seen Sonny this focused or intense in all the time we’ve seen him.

Nick: Let’s take it away to Vince Howard.

Vince: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS THE DEVIL’S NIGHT/GREAT AMERICAN NIGHTMARE MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING AND IT IS A LADDER MATCH!

The camera pans to the Universal Title hanging high above the ring. The fans in Boston scream to the highest decibels for what’s to come.

Vince: INTRODUCING FIRST…

"The Enemy" by Godsmack.

A motherfucking smorgasbord of exploding fireworks and purple and gold strobe lights illuminate the TD Banknorth Garden. And soon, the fans start playing a rousing game of "YAYLETSCHEERONTHEGOODGUYWHOO!"

LINDSAY TROY HAS ARRIVED.

As Sully Erna’s voice beats through the arena, she makes her way down to the ring with a look of determination on her face. Tonight was her chance to FINALLY be rid of the maniac that had yet to defeat her in PRIME – a six-man tag match where she wasn’t involved in the outcome, aside.

Vince: MAKING HER WAY TO THE RING... RESIDING IN CAMBRIDGE, MASSECHUSETTS…

HUGE near-hometown pop from the Bostonians.

Vince: SHE IS THE REIGNING AND DEFENDING PRIME UNIVERSAL CHAMPION… "THE QUEEN OF THE RING" LINDSAY TROY!

Troy rolls into the ring underneath the bottom rope and pops to her feet with a nip-up. She jumps and points to the fans at each turnbuckle before hopping off and checking her wrist tape. The music fades out and gives way to…

I PROMISE TO STOMP…
THE WHOLE STOMP…
NOTHING BUT A STOMP…

DOOMSDAY, ARE YA WITH ME?!
OH, YEAH! WE ‘BOUT TO STOMP YO MOTHERFUCKIN’ HEAD!

"Stomp Yo Head" by Doomsday Productions.

As the anthem of stomping the heads of motherfuckers everywhere blasts, four POWERFUL streams of flames rise from either side of the entryway as Sonny Silver makes his way through the heat. Emanating an icy stare in complete contrast to his surroundings, Sonny marches to the ring, not taking his eyes off Troy.

Vince: AND THE CHALLENGER! FROM SEATTLE, WASHINGTON… WEIGHING IN AT 249 POUNDS… HE IS THE #1 CONTENDER TO THE UNIVERSAL CHAMPIONSHIP… SONNY SILVER!

That’s about as far as he gets because Sonny Silver runs full-bore like a man possessed into the ring…

Nick: SONNY SILVER JUMPING STRAIGHT AT LINDSAY TROY! HERE WE GO!

The fans go batshit insane as Sonny and Troy trade fists in the center of the ring with neither one backing down. Troy peppers him several times with hard forearms, but Sonny fights back with rights of his own. With the standoff apparent, Lindsay ducks under a right and throws STIFF Snap Kicks to the hamstring of Sonny in an attempt to wear him down.

HE FIRES BACK!

KICK FROM LINDSAY!

KICK FROM SONNY!

KICK FROM LINDSAY!

KICK FROM SONNY!

KICK FROM LINDSAY!

She catches him with several more and takes control with more forearm shots.

WHOO!

WHOO!

WHOO!

WHOO!

Nick: Lindsay Troy’s lighting him up like a Christmas tree! She won’t back down for a solitary second!

Richard: WAIT! Sonny’s got her back!

Indeed, he does when he FLOORS her with a Knife-Edge Chop so stiff, she ceases her attack and clutches her chest in pain. Three more chops greet her across the chest.

WHOO!

WHOO!

WHOO!

After a big knee lift meets her in the stomach, he applies a front facelock. Troy blocks it with a leg, but Sonny buries a fist into her stomach to keep her down. He powers her up, but Lindsay shifts her weight in mid-air and comes down right behind him. Troy takes hold with a rear waistlock, but a hard elbow connects with her jaw, knocking her loose. Seeing a chance to attack, Sonny bounces off the ropes and looks to take her head off with a Clothesline, but Troy rolls underneath and bounces off the opposite set. The Loose Cannon tries to catch her, but with an RVD-esque flip, she rolls over him. Sonny turns and walks right into a NASTY High Right Kick to the skull. Sonny stumbles backwards into the ropes and she finishes the attack… SPINNING HEEL KICK SENDS HIM TO THE OUTSIDE!

The Boston fans explode as Captain Ahab takes a nasty tumble in front of the ring. As he tries to figure out the name of that truck that just hit him, he fails to see another oncoming vehicle going his way…

Nick: BASEBALL SLIDE INTO THE HEADSCISSORS!

Richard: Damn her! Why don’t you just quit flopping around like a fish out of water and fight like a man… oh, wait…?

Troy rolls up to her feet again and lets out a roar of energy reciprocated by the 10,000+ strong in the Garden. Sonny, still in a daze, tries to scurry out of harm’s way. Troy strikes his back with a hard kick, but Sonny retaliates with another fist to the stomach before smacking a gob of spit from her head with a rising knee lift. Troy stumbles around the front of the ring while Sonny takes a reprieve to recover from her earlier assaults. Using every last ounce of strength he can muster, 250 pounds of Silver catch her with a double-leg and plow her damn near through the barricade!

Richard: SONNY DIDN’T COME TO PLAY! He damn near put Troy through that barrier!

Nick: Troy’s the one with much more experience in this match than he, from what I’ve surmised. Sonny’s going to have to ground her and keep her as far away from the ladder as possible.

He thinks the same exact thing and plans to put lots of "OW!" upon the Queen. The man deemed by fellow roster members as a "Complete and Total Fuckbag" continues to punish Lindsay with several Forearm Shivers across the head and goes to whip her into the barricade once again…

Nick: WHAT A REVERSAL!

Troy runs up the barricade and comes back with that Moonsault into the Reverse DDT on the outside! Cheering the big tide-turning maneuver, the fans rally behind Lindsay as she slowly rises to her feet again. The DEVILISH SMIRK™ on her face tells the crowd she has a mind full of wicked plans to utilize on her long-time adversary. She reaches underneath the ring…

Kendo stick. (big pop)

Two steel chairs. (Bigger pop)

THE LADDER. (BIGGEST POP!)

Nick: And here we go! Didn’t take long for either one to start making use of the ladder.

She puts them all into the ring and takes hold of one chair with the intention of bludgeoning her former tag team partner. She swings for the fences…

MISS!

The chair cracks against the turnbuckle and she drops it, shaking out the rattling from her hands. She gets surprised with a NASTY Yakuza Kick from Sonny that damn near turns her inside out! Once he lands the move, he scurries into the ring and takes possession of the ladder. Propping it between the first and second ropes, he waits for Troy to make it to her feet…

CRACK!

Nick: That ladder just bounced up and CRACKED Troy square underneath the jaw! And look! Sonny’s enjoying every minute of this!

Richard: As he should! This maniac Troy’s been causing him nothing but grief for months!

Nick: …What feud have YOU been following?

While the PRIME announcers bicker back and forth, Sonny’s task is complete. Troy, despite not knowing where she is at this precise moment, rolls underneath the bottom rope just as Sonny finishes propping the ladder in the corner. He drives a hard Snap Kick into her gut and hooks her for a Powerbomb or Piledriver. With everything in her, she valiantly fights to block the move and at the apex of the move, tries to snap him down with a Hurricanranna, but he hangs on. She flips OVER Sonny and lands on her feet behind him. He tries for a second Irish Whip, but she blocks it with a Thrust Kick to the stomach to double him over. With a grunt, she double underhooks him and tries to power him off the ground, but Sonny breaks free of the grip and stuns her with a STIFF Uraken!

Richard: DAMN! The Red Sox have NOTHING on that hit!

A violent throw later, Lindsay hits the ladder.

HARD.

"OOOOOOOOOOOH!"

Troy falls to her knees, stunned from the hard blow to the head. Sonny doesn’t waste any time as he bounces off the ropes and connects with a BIG Baseball Slide dropkick that jettisons the Queen from the ring. She takes a nasty tumble to the outside while Sonny stands to his feet and plays to the crowd as if he already has the title won.

Silver: FUCK PRIME, FUCK GCW, IT’S ALL ABOUT ME!

"SONNY SUCKS! SONNY SUCKS! SONNY SUCKS!"

To make sure that Lindsay is completely dealt with, Sonny follows her to the outside – kendo stick in hand – and measures her up…

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

Nick: Where the HELL did that Kendo Stick come from?

Richard: Got me, but he’s letting her have it!

Sonny haphazardly tosses it aside once Troy’s been whipped enough. He reaches underneath the bottom rope and the fans explode with the appearance of a second ladder!

Nick: He’s got another ladder now! I can bet you even money he doesn’t have good intentions with it.

While Lindsay tries her damnedest to use the ring apron to make it to her feet, Sonny places the ladder like a bridge between the apron and barricade. Chuckling menacingly to himself, he takes hold of Troy and looks for some sort of a Vertical Suplex-like move. He takes her up, but Troy amazingly POPS him in the head with a pair of knees from mid-air! Sonny lets her go after the dual shots and Lindsay takes advantage of the situation…

"OOOOOOOOH!"

Richard: HOLY DAMN, MY BALLS HURT JUST LOOKING AT HIM!

Nick: Sonny won’t be having any more kids after that move!

Troy effectively sterilizes the other half of Silver and GOLD by lifting him up and groining him in between the ladder rungs. Once she’s recovered from the cane shots and other things, she climbs to the top rope and gets a running start…

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"

She drives both feet as hard as humanly possible with a Front Dropkick, sending Sonny tumbling out from the rungs and out to the floor.

Nick: Like I said, this match is her specialty. She’s even won her freedom from a sham marriage at the hands of Troy Windham, so another big ladder match win here tonight would free her from the grasp of Sonny Silver’s shadow looming over her.

Gearing up to deliver more punishment to her former tag team partner, she rolls Sonny’s prone body underneath the bottom rope and follows him inside with a Slingshot Somersault Leg Drop across the throat!

Sonny kicks up, but The Learned Lady doesn’t relent her beating. Dragging Sonny to the corner with the propped ladder from earlier, she has him in position as she slowly starts to ascend the corner…

Nick: Uh-oh! What does Lindsay have planned here?

Richard: Come on, ref, get her off there!

With a smirk, she rides the ladder the whole way down and CRUSHES Sonny underneath its weight! Sonny’s screams of pain echo throughout the arena as Troy skitters across the canvas after the impact.

Richard: That jezebel! This is insane!

Nick: She’s putting him through the wringer and he deserves everything he has coming to him. From attacking her, beating up her allies, blowing up her car…

Richard: ALLEGEDLY blowing up her car!

Nick: The point is, he deserves it all.

Sonny rolls to the nearest ropes to try and guard himself from any more punishment at the hands of the Queen, but she catches sight of her Universal Title hanging high above her. Seeing an opportunity to put this feud behind her at long last, Lindsay takes the ladder and opens it up in the center of the ring before starting the climb.

Nick: She’s going up! Sonny can’t do anything to stop her!

Richard: Stop her, Sonny! Stop her!

Seeing his opportunity slip through his fingers once again, Sonny jerks himself to life and fights through the body and ball pain to run over to The Queen. Lindsay feels his hands grab her ankle and before she has time to react, he manages to pick her off the ladder from halfway and DRIVES her nearly to China with a Single-Leg Powerbomb! He falls with her due to the exhaustion of getting pummeled repeatedly with ladders.

Nick: Both Lindsay and Sonny are down right now! You’ve gotta believe Sonny will have to pull something major out of his hat in order to finally keep Troy down.

While Troy tries to get up off the mat following the spine-jarring powerbomb from Sonny, the challenger gets to his feet and measures up the Queen of the Ring long enough to Punt Kick her HARD in the rib cage, sending her rolling halfway across the ring. He follows her into the nearest corner and puts not one… not two… but SIX hard boots directly across the face before bouncing off the adjacent corner’s ropes and FLOORING her hard with a Facewash!

Nick: I’ve gotta say, I’ve NEVER seen Sonny this focused before in his life.

Richard: Good stuff! Sonny’s using her head to tee off on and now, he’s got himself a clear chance to climb that ladder again!

But rather than listen to advice from Richard, Sonny scoops the Queen of the Ring over his shoulder before hanging her in the corner in the Tree of Woe. Evil intentions obviously on his mind, he sets the folded ladder with the top end in front of her face.

Nick: What the hell is he gonna do here?

Richard: I don’t know, but I have a feeling it’s gonna be awesome!

Sonny runs across the ring and licks his chops, seeing the perfect chance to do some real damage to Troy. He runs and tries for a Baseball Slide to kick the ladder into her face, but at the last second, Troy has the wherewithal to pull herself up!

Nick: That was CLOSE! That damn near could’ve taken her head off!

Gritting his teeth, The Schemin’ Demon stands up, only to eat a stiff kick from off the top turnbuckle!

Nick: SPINNING WHEEL KICK OFF THE TOP! SONNY’S DOWN AND LINDSAY MAY HAVE BOUGHT HERSELF SOME TIME!

Narrowly avoiding falling on the prone ladder, Lindsay rolls onto her stomach and brings herself to her feet, brandishing the other steel chair she threw into the ring. Egging Sonny to get up, he does so and finds himself on the business end of a NASTY shot to the stomach! Raising the fabled wrestling weapon of mass destruction in her hand, she revels in his pain and swings for the fences…

CRACK!

Sonny crumbles to the mat in pain, holding his back while Lindsay Troy drops the weapon, satisfied with her handiwork. The Queen of the Ring absorbs the energy from the fans as she goes to prop the second ladder from earlier in another corner.

Nick: Now what’s SHE thinking of doing?

Richard: That crazy bitch? No clue.

Nick: HEY!

Richard: I waive my right to be a professional on PPV. COME ON, SONNY, GANK THAT BITCH!

There will be no ganking today, it seems. The Queen grabs Sonny by the hair and a succession of knee strikes stun him before whipping him into the corner with the ladder, hoping to crush his bones.

At least, that was the plan.

Somehow, Sonny was still coherent enough to stop himself. As soon as Lindsay sees this, she dashes at him with every intention of cleaning his clock, but Sonny catches her in mid-air…

Nick: WHAT A REVERSAL!

Sonny HEAVES her up and over, sending her body crashing directly into the cold steel of the ladder, courtesy of an overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex!

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"

Troy lands awkwardly on the mat, cradling her back and rolling around frantically in pain while Sonny holds his own head, still feeling the effects of the Chairshot Heard Round the World. Referee Thomas Giles has no choice but to simply look on and wonder who was going to get up first. The answer to that question would be Sonny, albeit with the assistance of the ropes. Troy doesn’t have the strength to pick herself up, so Sonny forcefully drags her up and drapes her body into the nearest corner. He takes hold of one of the ladders and smiles sinisterly as he places it over his shoulders like a makeshift battering ram.

Nick: Oh, no. Lindsay better find her way out of this sticky situation right now otherwise he’s going to plow her with that thing!

Richard: Please! If there’s one thing this chick’s probably good at, it’s getting plowed with long objects.

He flashes a shit-eating grin from cross-corner before running with the weapon and BURYING it in her gut! Lindsay cries out before falling to her knees again, holding her abdomen.

Nick: That had to do it! Troy’s taken a lot of abuse in the last couple minutes! And Sonny’s opening up that ladder!

Richard: He’s done it! After all the talk about him being a choker in title matches, he’s finally going to shut people the hell up.

He opens it and doesn’t even waste time looking to Lindsay. He’s sore as shit and bleeding from his lip courtesy of Troy’s kick, but that doesn’t halt his drive to win. Rung by rung, Sonny slowly makes the trek to the top.

Despite having the wind driven from her lungs, that doesn’t stop Lindsay from starting a climb on the opposite side, looking to meet her.

Silver: No fucking way.

Troy(weakly): …Way.

He doesn’t waste another motion on her, but rather continues upward until he’s at the top. Just a few more inches… Almost… Almost… He has a hand on the title…

RIGHT FROM TROY!

Nick: YES! THIS is the heart of a champion right here!

Before she can throw another punch, a right from Sonny greets Lindsay’s temple. The two begin to slug it out at the top two rungs of the ladder, neither man nor woman backing down. She goes for another punch, but he ducks and grabs her by the head, slamming her forehead into the top of the ladder. Stunned, Sonny gets to the top and hooks her by the head, looking for something resembling a powerbomb.

Nick: One of these two is taking another dive…

Richard: Come on, Sonny! Finish her off!

He powers her up, amazingly, but feels himself start to teeter when she springs to life. She tries to reach for the title belt, but Sonny maneuvers her away from the Universal Title. When that idea fails, her next best course of action takes place…

Nick: NO, NO, NO!

Richard: THEY’RE GONNA FALL!

He’s right…

LINDSAY TROY WITH THE FRANKENSTIENER!

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

Nick: Sonny learned a thing or two from Troy’s match with Troy Windham and kept her from the belt, but Troy may have just taken them both straight to Hell! Both of them aren’t moving after that Frankensteiner off the top of the ladder!

Sonny sells the fall a la D-Von Dudley and shakes like he’s having a seizure while Troy remains prone on the mat. The chants of blessed fecal matter continue to rain down from every section of the Banknorth Garden with both champion and challenger down and out for the count. The ref runs around in a panic, not sure what to do.

Nick: THERE’S NO WAY NEITHER OF THEM COULD GET UP FROM THAT! THEY MAY NEED SOME MEDICAL ATTENTION RIGHT NOW!

Richard: No! Sonny! Get up! Shake it out, walk it off, whatever it takes!

The camera cuts to the backstage where several members of the PRIME roster look on at various monitors through the backstage area. In one locker room, we see Devin Shakur and Tony Gamble – fresh off their battles on this night – looking on with interest. In another, Wade Elliott is seen rooting on the Queen of the Ring.

Back to the match itself, the first person to move is Lindsay Troy, but Sonny Silver doesn’t fall far behind her, rolling onto his stomach and using the ropes to make it back to a vertical base. Troy also uses the same means to pull herself back to her feet an by the time both make it to the center of the ring, they’re right back where they started… trading fists!

Nick: And here we go again! These two just refuse to back down!

Richard: I gotta say, THIS is everything a championship match should be!

Sonny gets the better of the exchange this time around, CHOPPING so fiercely, gobs of sweat are blasted clear from Troy’s body with each blow. He goes for a rear waistlock, but Troy manages to roll around and counter into one of her own. She pushes him towards the ropes, but he hangs on and sends her rolling backwards.

She rolls through and gets back on her feet. As Sonny runs towards her, she buries a Low Spin Kick into his gut…

Nick: FINAL JUDGMENT!

Richard has nothing to offer to the proceedings, instead sobbing the whole way.

After the Pedigree finds its mark, Lindsay wipes sweat from her brow and slowly heads out to the apron. The fans cheer her on as she starts to make her ascent to the top turnbuckle. The climb is a lot slower than previous climbs to the top due to sheer fatigue from the grueling bout, but her fight does not leave her and allows her to make it to the top…

450 SPLASH!

NOBODY HOME.

Troy, thankfully, has the foresight to roll through the missed maneuver and makes it to her feet, but a CRACK echoes throughout the arena when a Snap Kick connects with her rib cage. Sonny whips Lindsay into the ropes and follows through immediately with a Leaping Knee to the head! Hanging on for dear life, he motions he’s about to finish her off with the bulldog and he does… ONTO THE FALLEN LADDER!

Nick: Damn! I could feel that impact from all the way over here!

Richard: HAHA!

A cut opens on Lindsay’s forehead, slowly sending a small stream of blood running down the side of her face as she shields it from further punishment at the hands of the maniac. Sonny, still feeling the effects of the Frankensteiner off the ladder from earlier, breathes as deep as he possibly can to get some air back in his lungs so he can continue the assault.

Nick: These two just aren’t going to stop until either one can no longer move!

Sonny rests against the corner for a moment, wiping some blood off his face before he turns his attention back to one of the ladders that have dealt out some nice punishment throughout the bout. Walking around in a daze, he simply grabs Troy and HEAVES her through the ropes and back to the floor once again.

Richard: And Lindsay’s out near us now, at our feet where women belong!

Nick: What is this, the Jason Snow fan club?

Silver isn’t moving anymore with the fire and gusto he’d been powered with once before due to the abuse he’s taken throughout this Universal Title match. But he does, however, have enough in him to prop up another ladder in the center of the ring. Lindsay Troy starts coming around on the outside, checking her skull for more blood while Sonny laughs at her plight. He pays her no more mind and starts to slowly climb the ladder, one rung at a time.

Nick: Sonny’s close to the top!

Richard: YES! Come on, do it, damn you!

Sonny thinks he’s high enough to reach it, but when he fails, he shrugs and climbs a little higher. He’s just about there…

SPRINGBOARD MISSILE DROPKICK TO THE LADDER!

Troy manages to find the strength in her to make one last-ditch effort to keep the Fuckhead from taking her gold. Sonny, try as he might, has his balls become a victim to ANOTHER painful groin-abusing landing on the ropes before crumbling over and falling to the outside.

"RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Nick: This crowd has come unglued! There isn’t a single person in this arena in their chairs, watching this epic unfold! Lindsay’s Missile Dropkick may have just saved her reign for a little bit longer!

In a very slow manner, Lindsay props the ladder and makes her own climb again. She gets about halfway up when she stops to take a peek over her shoulder… Sonny, goddamn it, was STILL in this and wasn’t willing to give up his very last shot at the title, especially to Lindsay.

Nick: What’s she doing? She just has to climb that ladder and she wins!

Richard: Maybe she’s realized her attempts at winning are futile!

No, far from it. The title is now mere inches from her face, but she opts to deal out just a little more punishment to the Fuckhead…

Nick: No, wait, what’s she doing?

Saying a Hail Mary, she flips backwards, MIRACULOUSLY lands on the ropes, and flips backwards AGAIN with an Asai Moonsault onto Sonny!

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

Nick: MAJESTIC AIR! THE MAJESTIC AIR! A FEAT SHE’S ONLY ACHEIEVED ONCE IN HER CAREER, SHE JUST BUSTED OUT TO PUT DOWN SONNY SILVER ON THE OUTSIDE!

Richard: BUT SHE’S DEAD, TOO! LOOK AT BOTH OF THEM! NEITHER SONNY NOR LINDSAY ARE MOVING ANYMORE!

Troy remains face-down in the aisle, not moving as Sonny doesn’t even register movement at this point. The camera pans back once again to look at a few more gawkers from both PRIME and GCW rosters battling back and forth.

Several moments pass by before Lindsay starts to move, her left knee acting up again most likely as a result of her DANGEROUS stunt to put down her rival. The Loose Cannon starts to forcefully peel himself off the protective mats on the outside but as he comes around, Lindsay has found another instrument of the destruction to use in the form of a table!

"RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Nick: She’s gonna have Sonny beat right here, right now!

Richard: NO, COME ON, SONNY! YOU CAN STILL DO IT!

Troy grabs Sonny by his hair and rolls him onto the apron. Whatever move she has planned for the Fuckhead is going to most likely be the death of him right here!

Nick: I don’t know how wise this can be! Looks like she’s trying for a piledriver...

She tries to reach down deep and find the strength to put Sonny through the table… she gets him up!

…But Sonny kicks his legs to free himself… he frees himself from Lindsay’s grip…

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"

Nick: WHAT A MOVE RIGHT THERE!

Richard: Damn right! Sonny hooked Lindsay and plunged himself off the apron, literally spiking her into the ring apron with that modified STO!

Nick: Give Sonny credit where credit’s due! He’s used the environment to his fullest and he may very well have saved his life!

Lindsay’s screams of pain fill the arena off the Apron Dive STO while Sonny tries to pick himself up just one more time, still succumbing to the effects of the punishment dealt upon him by the Queen. The Sovereign of the Swerve rolls her entire body into the ring and takes in a lot of air while Sonny – in a VERY slow manner – makes it to his feet and props up yet another ladder in the ring!

Nick: Damn! These three have abused countless ladders in this match! To my count, that’s gotta be the fifth one!

Sonny grabbed one from underneath the ring; one that was a couple feet higher than the rest that had been utilized throughout the bout. Moving every so slowly, Sonny manages to shake off the pain long enough to start climbing for what he felt to be his destiny one more time. The fans are still abuzz as Lindsay finally comes around after being a grease spot on the mat for some time.

Richard: WHY WON’T SHE JUST GIVE UP?!?!

Nick: I don’t know, but she’s got herself another ladder!

Sure enough, Lindsay places her ladder – a new one that had yet to see any abuse thus far in the bout – next to Sonny’s. Sonny and Lindsay both had their bodies take a toll from the ladder match, so their movements appeared a bit hindered as both set out to climb with their respective ladders.

Nick: Look at them go!

Richard: Come on… somebody! Anybody but Lindsay!

Nick: … You’re an idiot.

Richard: Shut your wordhole!

Sonny’s climb takes the wind out of him, but when he sees Lindsay Troy making her way up her ladder a little quicker than he does, he suddenly springs to life and picks up the pace. Sonny, for the third time in this match, finds himself very close to reaching the very top of the ladder to finally claim the prize that every last PRIMEate seeks when they enter the halls of the federation. Troy meets Sonny at the top…

RIGHT FROM TROY!

RIGHT FROM SONNY!

RIGHT FROM TROY!

RIGHT FROM SONNY!

Nick: This is insane! Somebody’s taking a dive, I can feel it!

Troy tries for another right hook, but Sonny grabs her and PLOWS her in the face with a free foot, careful to hang onto the ladder!

Nick: NO! THE CORONA! SONNY GOT THE HIGH ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO TROY…

The blow completely catches her off-guard from Sonny’s ladder as he frantically hangs onto his. With Troy on dream street, he climbs down a rung and forcefully SHOVES the ladder backwards, sending a dazed Troy falling OFF the other ladder…

Nick: OH, HELL!

Richard: OH, YES!

…Troy CRASHES through the table she laid out earlier, plummeting to the ground and coming to a stop in the debris!

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

Nick: DAMN IT, LINDSAY TROY COULD VERY WELL BE INJURED AFTER FALLING THROUGH THAT TABLE! SHE DIDN’T EXPECT FOR SONNY TO BE ABLE TO LAND THE CORONA FROM THE TOP OF THAT LADDER, BUT HE DID AND HIS WEAPON MAY HAVE SPELLED VICTORY!

Sonny hurriedly grabs onto the title and frantically tears apart the buckles keeping it fastened to the ropes.

In dramatic fashion, Sonny wobbles on the ladder, but he too comes crashing down to the mat below…

But he’s not alone.

DING DING DING!

Vince Howard: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…

He raises the title high above his head, despite being back-first on the mat.

Vince Howard: AND THE NNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW PRIME UNIVERSAL CHAMPION… SONNY SILVER!

Richard: HE DID IT! HE DAMN WELL DID IT, NICK! IT TOOK HIM FIVE MONTHS OF CHASING THAT TITLE BELT, BUT WE’VE GOT A NEW CHAMPION HERE AND HIS NAME IS SONNY SILVER!

Nick: AND LISTEN TO THIS REACTION!

The TD Banknorth Garden JEERS the living shit out of Sonny as he rolls onto his stomach and sits on his knees, cradling the belt to his chest like he’d just recovered a lost child. He looks to the sky and even sheds a tear as he takes possession of the biggest prize that PRIME has to offer while Lindsay Troy is still down and out in wreckage of table.

Nick: BODIES FLEW EVERYWHERE AND LINDSAY TROY HAD THE UPPER HAND WALKING INTO THIS MATCH, BUT BY HOOK OR BY CROOK, SONNY SILVER HAS FINALLY GOTTEN THE MONKEY OFF HIS BACK AND HAS A DECISIVE VICTORY OVER LINDSAY TROY… MORE IMPORTANTLY, THAT BASTARD IS NOW PRIME’S UNIVERSAL CHAMPION!

With the help of referee Thomas Giles, Sonny makes it to his feet and has no other choice but to brandish the gold and scream to the high heavens.

Silver: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The scream is reciprocated by few pockets of fans in the audience that are proud to finally see Sonny Silver getting what he feels he rightfully deserves after twenty years of wrestling, but they are quickly overshadowed by the fans that despise him.

Nick: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for making this night a very special one! We’ve seen new champions crowd, PRIME and GCW both making cases to assert their dominance and some all-around great action capped off by the biggest Universal Title match in recent memory! Thank you for joining us tonight.

Richard: NEW FUCKING CHAMPION, BOY-EE!

Nick: From Richard Parker, this is Nick Stuart saying thank you for joining us and we’ll see you at ReVolution! GOOD NIGHT!

The scene ends with Sonny Silver standing at the entryway as a MASSIVE pyro display explodes.

He’s sore as shit.

He’s had several years taken off his career because of Lindsay Troy.

But to pay the price to become the Universal Champion, it was worth it.

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