The 1st Mariner Arena is packed to capacity, fourteen thousand people buzzing in anticipation about the coming event. Every seat in the house is full. Well, except for those two up in Section C. Not that those seats weren't sold. Nah, tonight's ReVolution is all sold out. Those two, though, just tried to rush off to the bathroom before the show started. Unfortunately for them, this show is getting started a little sooner than usual. The PRIME*View blanks out for a handful of seconds in the middle of a rather inspiring recollection of how Devin Shakur came to power. The Boss in Black likes to keep that particular gem from the production team on a constant loop before the shows. It's almost as boring as listening to one of those Skylar Montgomery in-ring speeches. Almost. The crowd in Baltimore cheers, thankful for the end of that awful torture and hopeful for the beginning of the show.

The black screen comes back up with a camera feed from the parking garage. Where else would we start? Beginnings. Arrivals. You know the drill. Strange enough, Matt Mills isn't waiting around with a microphone in hand. In fact, there is no one in the parking garage at all. (Except that camera man, but we never really count them, do we? Man, I wonder how they feel about that? Never being considered as actual people, but rather extensions of the inanimate objects that bring us our entertainment each week. Damn, now that I think about it, just sucks to be one of them.)

A black, stretched SUV carefully maneuvers down into the parking garage. The driver seems to be having some trouble navigating such a large vehicle in these tight spaces. Too much trouble, in fact, because the SUV just stops in the middle of the garage without finding a parking spot. The passenger door pops open almost immediately and a hulking figure squeezes out of the vehicle. Even the oversized SUV (which are oversized to begin with) is just a smidge too small for the massive mountain of muscle that is Dan Ryan. The Baltimore crowd explodes at the sight of The Ego Buster. He offers a little smile at the unexpected reaction. Dan lumbers toward the back of the limousine and opens up the back hatch.

A much smaller figure exits out of the vehicle after him. Juli Lee slides out of the giant car, careful not to snap her ankle when she drops down to the concrete. Heels were not the best idea for this evening. She sighs, annoyance creasing her face, and begins to smooth out the wrinkles of her dark business skirt. While exiting the SUV had been no problem for Ryan, Juli was more than a foot shorter and about two hundred pounds lighter. She practically had to jump, or fall, to get out of the limo.

Juli Lee: Wuo duh ma. Do we really need such a big damn car?

The sunroof of the stretch SUV opens and a handsome figure rises up through the top. His dark hair is a mess. The growth of stubble about his face stretches around the billion dollar orgasm smile he flashes down at his personal assistant. The Underground Pimp is sporting his brand new Skull & Crossblades t-shirt (check out the Match Writing Aids for a description of this sweet logo).

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Tyler Rayne: You know, Jules, this isn't really my style, either. Never been much for driving tanks to the arena. Unless it's an actual tank. Now that's always fun.

Juli Lee: Well next week we're taking our own car.

"Love you, too, Juli."

That would be a sarcastic (is there another kind?) comment from the last woman to exit the SUV. She's much taller than Juli. Hell, even a few inches taller than The Hero of the Day, now pulling himself up through the opening and sitting on top of the limousine, legs dangling inside. His beloved offers a smile to his personal assistant. The Queen of the Ring puts a reassuring hand on Juli's shoulder.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Tyler Rayne: Whoa. Whoa. Wait a second. Can we, uh, do that again?

Lindsay Troy: Do what again?

Tyler Rayne: That crowd screaming thing.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Tyler Rayne: They're... louder.

Juli Lee: Really thought you'd be used to that by now.

Tyler Rayne: No. I mean... for her.

The Queen smiles. Of course Rayne was used to getting the loudest ovation of the evening. It didn't matter what arena or what show. Didn't matter if he had a championship slung over his shoulder or even a match on the card. All he had to do was show up and flash that infamous grin. Except, apparently, in Baltimore.

Tyler Rayne: This can't be right at all.

Lindsay Troy: Sounds right to me.

The Second Coming jumps down from the top of the vehicle, landing with much more grace than his assistant had. Dan Ryan comes around from the back of the SUV and tosses a couple bags down on the ground. One of them marked with that new Skull & Crossblades logo Rayne is trying to pimp. (And who knows pimping better than him?) The Most Desired Man in PRIME ignores the bags and motions to the cameraman. Not like he wasn't recording all this, anyway...

Tyler Rayne: OK, kids. One more time. A little louder, please. Three, two, one...

He flashes that smile at the camera.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Tyler Rayne: Much better. Now, we can--

The Queen of the Ring takes a single step forward, looks right into the camera, and winks.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

The rumble of the crowd reverberates throughout the arena. Juli looks around the parking garage, assessing the structural integrity of the building. Tyler takes a half step in front of The Queen and flashes the smile again.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Lindsay steps forward, nudging her... well, whatever he is... out of the way with an elbow to the ribs, and waves to the camera.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

You can see where this game is going, right?

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Dust falls from the ceiling of the parking garage. It could just be dirt, (it is a parking garage after all), or it could be the entire building beginning to collapse around them. Juli looks nervous as she wipes the chalk-like dust from her shoulder. Dan Ryan is leaning against the SUV. He looks very bored.

Dan Ryan: You kids gonna be done any time soon?

Tyler Rayne: Not until I win.

Lindsay Troy: You can't win 'em all, Tyler.

Dan Ryan: Just look at last week.

"I was sorta hoping we could just talk about tonight."

There he is. Matt Mills on the scene and ready for action. No one noticed him show up, but with all the screaming and rumbling and general deafening going on, it's not that surprising. He approaches the group with his microphone raised and a big smile on his face. We'll let you decide if that's a euphemism or not.

Matt Mills: Lindsay Troy, Tyler Rayne, you two are scheduled for a tag team match tonight against The First and Skylar Montgomery. Surely you have some words for the two of them. Especially Montgomery.

Tyler Rayne: You wanna handle that one?

Lindsay Troy: The Ginger? You're the one that had to go and start a fight with him.

Tyler Rayne: Yeah, but I've talked about him. Honestly, the kid's sort of boring. I'm running out of good material.

Lindsay Troy: That's a load of crap if I've ever heard it. Next thing you'll tell me is that you've got nothing lined up for The First.

Tyler Rayne: Are you kidding? Did you see the last season of Buffy?

Juli Lee: Oh goddess.

Lindsay Troy: Here's the thing. (Turns to Mills) The only person who gives a shit that Skylar Montgomery is in PRIME...is Skylar Montgomery. You mosey on backstage and you poll the guys and gals to see what they think of him and their answers would range from "Who?" to "I thought that was Tony Gamble in a mask. You mean, it isn't?" As if it wasn't embarrassing enough that the emo pirate Olsig holds the same Universal Title that I held twice. And no, I will not call him Sir, even if he is the lesser of three evils.

Matt Mills: Three?

Lindsay Troy: Between him, Strife and Chainz, which would you pick?

Matt Mills: I see your point. And The First?

The interviewer winces as he turns to The Golden Boy. The memory of last week's confusing conversation still fresh in mind.

Tyler Rayne: Evil. Pure fucking evil. Not the dude we're fighting, so much. I actually don't know shit about that kid. But The First. You know, the first evil. The incarnate thereof. The actual manifestation of evil. See, this thing's so powerful two Slayers have to team up just to bring him down. Fortunate for me, I happen to know another Slayer. Hell, I even died and came back, so that makes this metaphor all the more poignant. Now these two killers of all things bad and evil couldn't take on this task by themselves. They needed an army. Which, fortunately, I happened to bring with me.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Tyler Rayne: I don't know jack shit about The First. The one here. Not the one in Sunnydale. That one I know about. This one... doesn't matter. Let's be fair. In-fucking-consequential. Whoever he is, whatever he does... it won't make a difference. Nothing stands against the two of us and survives. End. Of. Story.

Rayne starts to walk towards the arena's back door, leaving Juli Lee to handle his bag. She darts after him. Ryan hands Troy her things, and as she's tossing the strap of her duffel bag over her shoulder, she turns to Mills again.

Lindsay Troy: Do you remember the last time The First met an immovable object so great that he couldn't quite overcome it?

Matt Mills: I don't think--

Lindsay Troy: Don't worry. He will.

She throws a sneer towards the camera as she and Ryan head into the arena after Rayne and Juli.

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

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

Yeah, I get it
You're an outcast.

The Big Bad Boda Daddy manhandles the Dual Halo, showing that even after four years away from the ring he is still one of the best in the world.

Always under attack.

Garbage Bag Johnny appears in hologram form at the door of Devin Shakur. It's just one of the many awesome things he's done during stints in PRIME.

Always coming in last,
Bringing up the past.

The First displays his acrobatics during a tryout match for the company. His philosophies might be a tad awkward, but there is no doubt the man can compete.

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

The controversial Chainz stares into the camera with a sadistic glare.

So paranoid...
Watch your back!

Tony Gamble is back again just like your favorite STD. Wait, what?

Oh my, here we go...

Castor V Strife is a nine year veteran in the wrestling ring and is so Hollywood he owns his own production studio.

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

Elise Ares does a little dance, makes a little love, shouts Que Tal Eso, and spits on Garbage Bag Johnny.

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

Vance Raymes blasts Elise Ares in the skull with a boot.

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

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

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

Christian Daniels snarls to the camera and takes a swig from his beer. He's only wrestled four times, but try convincing a seven foot Biker that he can't be in the introduction video. Especially one who has the ear of The Boss in Black. Not easy.

To explain,

Nitz Donnelly is the first man to enter the Dual Halo 2010. He takes the best shot of every wrestler and comes out with a Top 10 finish, solidifying his name as a PRIME superstar.

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

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

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

The Queen hath return to PRIME and that is good for absolutely nobody.

I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality,
If there's an afterlife,
Then it'll set you free.
But I'm not gonna part the seas
You're a self-fulfilling prophecy.
You think that cryin to me,

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

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

Tchu lands a Downfall on Chainz and captures the Intense Championship.

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

Steve Starr. The Starr of PRIME and third ever Intense Champion. He picked up a victory at UltraViolence and is looking to pile even more wins onto his already impressive resume.

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

Adam Garcia. He was once in PRIME and is one of the premiere prodigies in the wrestling business. He wants another crack at the big time.

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

Shawn Hart. He's got a plethora of gimmicks wrapped up into one with a style fresher than Chandler Tsonda.

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

Skylar Montgomery is Avant-Garde to the death.

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

The boss, Devin Shakur. He conned and weaseled his way into the front office and now has his wish, to run PRIME as he sees fit. The Dark Days of PRIME have officially begun. He gets two mentions in the video because he's paying for this video to air.

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

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

The Prince of Delusion, Vangelus Olsig defeats Brandon Youngblood to capture the 2010 Dual Halo Crown and in the very next shot is seen holding the Universal Championship.

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

PRIME...Number One by Definition.

A wave of pyrotechnics engulf the stage, signifying the introduction of ReVolution 227. The electric Baltimore crowd erupts in a frenzy, eagerly anticipating a night which will shape Colossus and possibly the future of PRIME.

The 1st Mariner Arena has been sold out ever since halfway through ReVolution 225 when a Universal Championship match was announced. Most ReVolutions are hot tickets, but this would be a hot ticket. Seats couldn't be purchased fast enough and a good amount of people were denied access. Fortunately they had an ally in Tyler Rayne, who orchestrated viewing parties outside for a reduced fee. A quick shot outside the arena shows those groups of people sitting around giant monitors watching the event. Upon seeing themselves, they also jump up and down and wave jubilantly (some more inebriated than others) to the camera.

Back inside the building, overhead cameras scan the audience and give random fans a second or so of television time. The night feels like a Pay-Per-View and has all the makings to be just as impactful, if not more. Signs flash by while the cameras continue their sweeps.

"That's what she said."

"I wish SkyMont was a figment of my imagination."

"Fuck the haters. Chainz for Universal Champion."

Terrell Owens (or perhaps an impersonator) even has a sign.

"Job me to The Business. It's a job at least."

And a LeBron James impersonator also has one.

"I'd rather be in Cleveland."

The main camera pans over to Richard Parker and Nick Stuart. Richard mocks the profession of preparation by slamming a set of stacked papers on the table repeatedly, almost orgasmically. Nick glances at his partner and sighs. Both are dressed immaculately, which would lead one to assume Shakur ordered Parker to class himself up for the second time in an arc.

A finger just behind the camera counts down: Three, two one...

Nick: Welcome everyone to one of the biggest ReVolutions in PRIME's history.

Richard: Tonight, in a fairy tale ending, Lindsay Troy tells her deepest and darkest secret: She gets wet when watching me commentate and must have me inside her.

Nick: Way to take away a good percentage of our audience there, hombre.

Richard: I'll stab Tyler Rayne with a butter knife if he tries to get all up in my business, too.

Nick: I'm sure he sees you as a legitimate threat.

Richard: He better.

Nick: Speaking of those two, they are slated to open up our red hot card against the team of The First and Skylar Montgomery.

Richard: I don't get the logic in this match. Rayne and Troy, while clashing personalities, are capable of working as a team and have experience in the past. Shakur allegedly hates the two of them, but is giving them a pair who hasn't teamed or probably heard of one another until tonight.

Nick: Perhaps he wanted to sell tickets or he wants to see just what talent he's got on the table. Regardless, it's definitely an uphill battle for Montgomery and The First this evening. They will have to put on the show of a lifetime to upset their opponents.

Richard: Maybe Tchu will come out and ruin the fun, that would certainly avenge the tongue lashing Troy gave him last week.

Nick: Tchu has got enough problems of his own to worry about, and I doubt Troy is going to be a giant blip on his radar.

Richard: The Boss shall rise again and take out another.

Nick: Last week, Shakur tried to delegate duties-

Richard: Ha, you said duty.

Nick: Seriously? What are you, thirteen?

Richard: I do get boners at the most random times.

Nick: Too much information and I hope that's a microphone in your pocket.

Richard: Maybe it is and maybe it isn't.

Nick: ...Anyway, Shakur tried letting someone else take out Tchu, but Steve Starr failed to get the job done, and The Boss in Black has put it upon his own shoulders to get in the ring tonight and take on The Inhuman Being.

Richard: The accolades of Shakur alone should make this a Main Event match.

Nick: One is in the PRIME Hall of Fame and the other will probably rig voting so he gets in, although he's got enough credentials to stand pat without doing so. This is a first time match and a dream match to all the people wishing for Shakur to get his brains bashed in. But you gotta wonder about what happens on the outside. This match is basically no disqualification and The Boss has some powerful allies in his corner.

Richard: The most destructive allies in PRIME.

Nick: At least on one side of the coin, no doubt. Tchu has the odds squarely against him and will need a miracle if Shakur starts pulling out tricks.

Richard: Which is the way it should be. Shakur rules the roost and it is time Tchu understands that, one way or the other.

Nick: And then we get to the third match on the card, one of two title matches on the evening. Garbage Bag Johnny makes his first defense against Boda.

Richard: While Johnny is one of the premiere talents in the business, maybe ever, Boda is riding a tidal wave of momentum into this match and I don't know if Johnny can take him down. He can take punishment like a mother, but it isn't often he faces a man with the size and strength of Boda.

Nick: Not to mention the emotional speech from Boda last week. He's been a proven commodity ever since returning, and while maybe not the most popular superstar with the crowd, he brings the best every time and hasn't come up on the short end of the stick often.

Richard: We need to see some Gooch Rakes, Vagina Punches, and all the other unmentionable moves in Johnny's arsenal.

Nick: And even a 5 Star Championship isn't the apex of this card. We've got an Elite Championship tournament match-

Richard: Midget on midget violence as coined last week.

Nick: - Featuring Tony Gamble -

Richard: Who proved last week he's gone off the deep end.

Nick: I'm surprised you didn't pop a boner yet about all that.

Richard: I'll pop a boner over his opponent.

Nick: PRIME is getting a treat tonight. Vivica Valentine will be Gamble's opponent. These two have tangled in the past, with Valentine coming out ahead. At our crossover Pay-Per-View some time ago with GCW, but will she be able to do it strictly in PRIME territory?

Richard: I would have to say she could, but I'm conflicted over who to pick. The gangster in me says Gamble while... well you already know what my other head is thinking.

Nick: These two can certainly wrestle and fans will get their money's worth in that regard. Gamble has to be the favorite considering his recent complete 180 in demeanor.

Richard: What a bunch of hypocrites. They'll cheer anybody who panders to their whims.

Nick: And speaking of pandering to whims-

Richard: BAD SEGUE ALERT!

Nick: - Our Main Event of the evening features two people who definitely don't pander to anybody, especially fans. The Universal Championship match which got the ball rolling for this mega show.

Richard: Chainz finally getting his long overdue Championship shot.

Nick: The hardcore fans, those who can get past the persona, have realized for the longest time that Chainz deserves a crack at the top Championship. He's broken records, held Championships, and been a dominant presence ever since walking in the door at the start of 2007, but has never gotten his shot. Tonight could change his career.

Richard: But he's got to take on the King of Emo himself, Sir Vangelus Olsig.

Nick: If there is anybody who knows about being so close to the mountain top and not getting there, it is Vangelus Olsig. He's been in Chainz's predicament before, but failed on multiple accounts. Now he's got the belt and a chance to go into Colossus as a headliner against Castor V. Strife.

Richard: It's going to get buck wild when these two get in there.

Nick: The X factor with these two will more than likely be the no disqualification stipulation. Olsig demanded the stipulation be enforced and Chainz...

Richard: He doesn't need a reason to fuck shit up.

Nick: He's probably the most violent man in the business right now, or at least the most deranged and psychotic. Olsig might be a tad over his head, even if he was the pioneer of the Intense division during its heyday.

Richard: I just got another boner thinking about the match.

Nick: And who knows what all is going to happen backstage and with Colossus drawing near. We've got all our major stars in the building for what should be an action packed night.

Richard: Excuse me if I don't do a cartwheel and share your joy.

Nick: You're not still upset about what you saw earlier are you?

Richard: The thought of it still makes me taste the nachos I had for lunch.

Nick: Yes, well, let's show the fans at home just what made you sick to your stomach.

Richard: You don't happen to have a paper bag on you, do you?

Nick: Nope. Let's roll that footage.

The words EARLIER TODAY appear on the bottom left hand side of the screen, the PRIME logo on the right.

A crowd of fans are crowded around the entrance, signs more accustomed outside of the arena raised high for all to see.

'VALENTINE PWNs PRIME'

'GBJ + GCW > PRIME'

'TROY WILL YOU HAVE MY BABY'

All signs that never made it inside. Unfortunately, Jason from the production crew was just handed his early termination papers for not editing them out, we wish him well in his future endeavors. Maybe AWC has an opening, Lord knows they need some help.

Aside from those nasty and tasteless signs, we also found Tony Gamble as he walked around the corner and remembered why he never liked to arrive to the show early. Something about listening to the crowd curse him and toss garbage they brought from home at him never really sat well with the former 5* Star Champion.

Tonight, however, started off a little different, as a round of applause erupted from the crowd. Kids extended their arms and waved sheets of paper in his face. He didn't know how to react, and actually stood there for a moment in awe of the situation. His head turned on a swivel as voice after adolescent voice began to plead for him to grace them with his signature so as their lives could be complete.

Okay, it was more like "Sign this, Tony!", but a man has to have his sense of greatness if even in his own twisted wreck of a mind.

He took hold of a small notepad, read through the names that were already on it, and signed his name right next to that of Chandler Tsonda. It was no surprise to him that the list of fan favorites was short and unable to be updated, heroes in PRIME were either veterans that had been there for years or never had a chance to really get their feet set in the foundation. Names Devin Shakur had found a way to eliminate and remove from his ideal roster.

As the Sharpie marker glided across the page, something settled in his mind as clever and he decided to roll with it. He wrote his first and last name on separate lines and placed a smiley face next to the 'Y' in his name.

The kid smiled as Tony handed it back.

Richard, who couldn't turn away from the train wreck replaying on his screen vomited on his shoes. Orange cheese sauce and soggy corn chips are not a nice sight to see. He had to turn away when The Grin reached for the next paper to sign.

Richard: Turn it off... I don't think my stomach can take this anymore.

Nick: I think I got a chunk of chip on my shoe.

Richard: I feel like a kid that just got told Santa wasn't real.

Nick's eyes go wide, but it doesn't last long as we head to the back.

The Boss in Black's office has never been a place that people want to visit. Lately, it's become probably the least desirable place to be especially if your name is Tchu. But there are the stubborn few that really don't mind facing Devin Shakur even at the worst of times.

Take this man for example...

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The Ego himself. The man who has become known as The Halo's Hero after his staggering performance at Culture Shock.

Nitz Donnelly.

Oh how it was not so long ago it seems that most people hated this man. His egotistical profanity laden rants coupled with his utter disregard for anyone else really made people hate the man from New England. So what changed?

Not much really. For example...

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Shakur sits in his office with rolled sleeves, taping his wrists from the brutal match against Tchu which comes down the pike in about thirty minutes. He briefly exposes people to the horror of his scarred body, which draws a bunch of "Ewwws" and one "Woooo" from a pale girl who has more metal on her face than a hooker blowing Iron Man.

Shakur points at the door and Christian Daniels lumbers over to open it.

Christian Daniels: 'Na hell ya want now Donnelly? I swear ya touch my bike'r my parkin spot'n I'ma rip yer fucking tongue out.

Nitz: Look Fido, do me a favor, go find your fuckin' master and tell him to feed you before you sniff my boxers clean off my ass. Seriously, you try way too fuckin' hard, almost like Dusk. If you paid the least bit of attention, you'd know that Shaktown asked me to be here.

There it was... a profanity laden, egotistical rant of epic proportions coupled with complete disregard for another person. All of that in 10 seconds or so. Yet...

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nitz turns his head away to address the fans.

Nitz: Thank you!

See? They love the same person they used to hate. Figure out wrestling fans, cause I sure can't.

Christian Daniels: I'd suggest ya learn'tha word respect even if ya gotta lace't with'a couple swears cuz next time ya try talkin'ta me like that, gonna be on a street corner. Or'na hospital bed.

Daniels steps aside and shares an evil glare with Donnelly. Shakur managed to stop taking the tape off long enough to look up and see his one time running buddy. The look on his face isn't pleasant and wouldn't invoke good memories with anyone.

Devin Shakur: So this is how you decide to make a big return? Smashing up a car like you are in the demolition derby or driving like Lindsay Lohan? Christ, the hell is wrong with you? I had to listen to Ares BITCH AND MOAN for 2 hours until a rental car meeting her standards showed up after the show. Do you KNOW what that sounds like? The nightmares I had because of that shit? All because of you.

Nitz: Jesus Jumped Up Christ! Do you fuckin' listen to yourself talk here lately?

Nitz paces in front of Shakur, winning a glance from Daniels who has taken up a position against the wall beside the desk.

Nitz: It's OK rover, I'm not gonna hurt Devy. If you're good the rest of the time I'm here, you'll get some nice Beggin' Strips. Would you like that? I bet you would! I can see you drooling you mangy mutt.

Shakur flips a tennis ball over his left shoulder causing Daniels to beeline down the hall after it. He shatters a door and topples two stagehands in the process. Least that's how Donnelly played it out in his mind, cracking a grin on his face which didn't help cause Daniels was already staring daggers at him. He snaps out of his little trance as Shakur is growing increasingly impatient.

Nitz: Dude, seriously. You've got Tyler "I supposedly make women wet with my big toothy shit eating grin and Saturday morning cartoon type haircut" Rayne prancing around here with enough power to over rule practically any decision you make. You've got Lindsay "I've got something up my craw and Dan Ryan is elbow deep trying to fish it out" Troy being an utter bitch to someone she used to call a friend. Speaking of whom, you've got Tchu who has literally done everything to defy any order you make. And then you have Rover here. I mean really? You could have had the most beautiful woman in the world hangin' off your shoulder, bein' the P.I.M.P. you used to be. Instead you've got this overgrown bulldog, humpin' your leg when you bark a simple command. You've got ALL THAT, yet you're bitchin' cause I drove one little rig around the building last week and totalled the car of the woman with the most annoying voice in the business? Gotta get your priorities straight man. I remember the days that we'd laugh about this kinda shit.

Shakur wastes no time in retorting.

Shakur: The days we could laugh about shit like what you pulled off were the days when it didn't cost me money and make me thankful to hear myself talk. You only have to listen to Ares for like 5 minutes at a time but non-stop? I can see why Vance is mental, anybody hanging around her would be. If you could duct tape her mouth shut then you'd have something to work with. As for my priorities, they are in order and they all revolve around making money. Let Rayne bring in the female demographic if it makes him feel better, a real contrast to being tied down by Troy since he doesn't get any tang from the ring rats... I wonder if Ryan plays camera man now... Anywho, I hope for the sake of you and my future sanity that you can handle what you've created, because if I have to endure another Ares tirade or deal with her again then I'm bringing the consequences down on you.

Nitz: Actually Boss Mang, if you look at the numbers for last week, viewership went up immediately as soon as I showed my face again. So if you look at facts, I probably did make you money in the end of it all. But that's neither here nor there.

If this was an animated feature, a light bulb would be going off over the head of The Ego. Instead, he raises a finger and smiles as he does.

Nitz: Tell ya what ShakTown, you want me to handle what I've created? Then do me one simple favor. Me, and the screamin' demon Elise... August... Colossus VII... San Diego.

A roar from the crowd at the possibility of Donnelly getting payback.

Devin Shakur: You want to face Ares at Colossus? That I can do, but since you seem to have such an endearing fan base, and since I'm not exactly the nicest guy on the block, you are going to compete in a match on 229. I won't name the opponent and I can give two ounces of a shit about whether or not you get medical clearance.

Nitz already had turned to make for the door after hearing the O.K. for his Colossus request. But he stopped as soon as 229 was mentioned.

Nitz: Gotcha. I could use a tune up anyways so I can be ready to beat the ever living piss out of the Princess. I'd rip her ovaries from her body without a tune up, but I need to work up the nerve to even go near that venus fly trap crotch of hers so I don't get my hand lobbed off.

Nitz looks over to Daniels, patting his knee.

Nitz: Ho! On second thought, staaaayyyy. Heel. Good boy! I'll hit you up with those Beggin' Strips next week when I pick up a fresh package. Gotta use the one's I've got to lure another lap dog in that I used to call a friend. Gotta get a leash for this guy Dev.

The Halo's Hero turns from the door, leaving Daniels fuming in the corner. The Boss in Black can do nothing but shake his head and continue taping his wrists

Christian Daniels: Ya mind'f I take'm out back'n shoot him?

Shakur: For all the shit he just said about you, you come out with an Old Yeller reference?

Nick: We're about ready to kick off the night's festivities with a tag team match. The unorthodox team of The First and Skylar Montgomery-

Richard: AVANT-GARDE, BABY!

Nick: -Taking on Lindsay Troy and Tyler Rayne, teaming up for the first time since ReVolution 194.

Richard: They don't stand a chance.

Nick: Most experts would disagree with you.

Richard: Most experts are biased toward Rayne or Troy so I can give a shit what they think.

Nick: There are overwhelming factors in their favor, Rich. The chemistry issue combined with the fact Skylar and The First are practically polar opposites of one another.

Richard: Opposites attract and can combine to perform great miracles in the squared circle.

Nick: A miracle will be needed to defeat Troy and Rayne, who are coming off uncharacteristic losses in their last bouts. Both of them are looking to get back on the winning track and are pretty accomplished in their own rights.

Richard: But Skylar and The First have a distinct advantage... Skylar Montgomery is only a man in a story so he can't be seen. How can Rayne and Troy deal with someone they can't see?

Nick: If that were the case, Skylar's loud mouth would give his location away pretty quickly. He's been a thorn in the side of Rayne for the last few weeks and now he's been given the opportunity to put up or shut up against The Pimp.

Richard: Rayne couldn't grasp Skylar or The First's world if he tried. These guys think on another level.

Nick: All that needs to be thought about tonight is how to win the match and logic would suggest the more experienced team, along with one which has actual chemistry, will prevail victorious.

Richard: Logic knows nothing in the way of Imaginary Men and originals.

Nick: Well, we'll see which of us is correct.

Camera switch to Vince Howard with the house microphone in hand.

Vince Howard: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, he hails from Salem, Massachusetts and weighs in at 205 pounds... The First!

"To Die For" blasts from the speakers, sending the crowd up to their feet. The First might not be a well known figure in PRIME, but the fans are excited nonetheless to see action get underway and give The Painted Up Freak a warm reception. He emerges from behind the curtain with The Muse and encourages the audience to get louder. He shouts until the 1st Mariner Arena is overflowing with energy. After pumping the audience up, Muse and First walk down the aisle and slap hands with every hand stretched over the guardrail. Once the couple reaches ringside, The First leaps onto the apron and jumps into the ring, landing on the second rope. He poses for the audience while his music fades into the background, overtaken by Vince Howard's voice.

Vince: Introducing next, his tag team partner, hailing from Ammortia, London... The Imaginary Man, Skylar Montgomery!

No music accompanies Skylar from his walk behind the curtain down to the ring. Instead, he opts to emerge defiantly with a middle finger raised in the air. It's the avant-garde way. He gets a chorus of boos and a perplexed stare from his partner. Montgomery rolls under the bottom rope, keeping his middle finger extended until he gets to center ring. He barely acknowledges The First, who rolls his eyes and talks with Muse.

Nick: You can already see the chemistry problems between First and Montgomery.

Richard: They'll gel in due time.

Nick: They've got maybe a few minutes to figure out how to take down a powerhouse tandem.

Richard: Such bias in your words. You want to get in Troy's pants. I'm going to snitch you out to Rayne.

Nick: Yeah, I'm sure he's going to believe something coming from you, especially considering the proclamations you made in the opener about Troy coming out and declaring her love for you.

Richard: … Really should keep a track record of what I say.

Camera switch back to Vince Howard in the center of the ring.

Vince: And their opponents... First, she weighs in at 170 pounds and hails from Tampa, Florida... The Queen of the Ring, Lindsayyyyyyyyyyyy Troyyyyyyyyyyyyy!



RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

With the crowd exploding into cheers, Lindsay Troy throws open the curtain and stands, basking in the adulation from her adoring public. Dan Ryan stands a step behind The Queen and the duo walk in sync down the aisle. Troy reaches out and slaps hands with a few lucky fans and stops just before reaching the ringside mats. She is awaiting on the arrival of her partner.

Vince: Introducing her tag team partner, he weighs in at 221 pounds and hails from Baja, California... The Underground Pimp... Tylerrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Rayne!

A red line that flashes across the PRIME*View. The line begins to spike occasionally, and is soon accompanied by the sound of an EKG.

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

Then a flatline, before bolts fire down, causing an explosion of pyro. A voice booms through the 1st Mariner Arena.

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

The crowd cheers as "Stick ‘em Up" tears through the arena, as countless red lasers rocket in all directions, putting on an impressive light show. They give way to a lone spotlight that illuminates on the stage. For once, Tyler Rayne is sticking to a traditional entrance.

Nick: The Golden Boy is here!

Richard: Someone get me the puke bucket.

The female audience goes batshit crazy for The Underground Pimp when he flashes his million dollar smile. He mugs for the cameras a few times before power walking down the aisle and joining his partner in crime. Troy and Rayne stroll together toward the ring. Rayne rolls under the bottom rope while Troy flat foot jumps onto the apron and steps between the ropes.

"Stick Em Up" fades out while the teams decide which member will start the match.

DING! DING! DING!

With Rayne and Troy in a conversation between themselves, Skylar Montgomery tries to seize the opportunity and rushes toward the pair. The Ego Buster, Dan Ryan, alerts them of the incoming trouble and both side step, avoiding the contact. Skylar crashes head first into the turnbuckle. He spins out of the corner and receives a sky high double hip toss, sending him back to his own half of the ring.

Nick: That didn't work out too well for him.

Richard: All part of the deception.

Nick: And whatever happened to the argument of him being unable to be seen?

Richard: Gotta throw them off the scent somehow.

Montgomery explodes back across the ring and comes face to face with Lindsay Troy, who lands a stiff spinning back kick and reels off a forearm strike to the head. She grabs hold of Montgomery's left wrist and flings him into the ropes. Skylar tries to reverse the whip but is a second too late. Troy charges ahead and lands a flying back elbow on the temple. Troy quickly gets up and tags out to Rayne.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Here comes Tyler Rayne.

Richard: Time for Montgomery to put a whooping on his ass.

Montgomery staggers to his feet, which gives Rayne an easier time in delivering his first elbow strike. Skylar backpedals into the corner, leaving Rayne an opportunity to rush in and land a dropsault to the chest. Skylar drops forward into Rayne's waiting arms and gets put on his head with a DDT. Rayne leaps to his feet and delivers a taunting bow before kicking Skylar in the package.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Imaginary Man or not, no doubt he felt that one.

Richard: Totally unfair. How does he justify kicking another man in the balls?

Nick: Put up or shut up and Skylar needs to decide which one he's going to do or the night is going to end far quicker than he envisioned.

Rayne grabs hold of Montgomery by the neck and locks him in a Thai clinch. A knee pounds the skull of Montgomery, who tries to slither out of the clinch. Rayne tightens his grip and hammers another knee into the forehead. Montgomery drops to one knee and retaliates with a low blow of his own, dropping Rayne down to his knees. Montgomery throws his head forward and lands a headbutt.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Richard: Here we go. Montgomery getting ready to show Rayne what true avant-garde is.

Montgomery stumbles to his feet and rifles off a kick to the midsection, followed by a tornado kick to the back of Rayne's head. The Pimp falls to his face while Skylar hits the ropes and lands a senton back splash.

Nick: Montgomery is going to need to get Rayne over to the other side of the ring if he wants to salvage any chance of keeping momentum in his favor.

Richard: He could do that in the blink of an eye, Nick.

Montgomery leg drops Rayne across the back of the head and grabs hold of the ropes, lifts himself onto the top rope, and falls backwards in a moonsault. Montgomery gets to his feet, ties Rayne's legs up, and goes for an STF. Rayne grabs hold of the ropes and referee Tommy Giles is forced to step in and break the hold. Montgomery refuses to do so, claiming avant-garde doesn't permit breaking of holds.

Richard: This is for Rayne's own good. Montgomery has to show him the laws of reality.

Nick: Fitting a man like that would be showing anybody anything about realism.

After six seconds, Montgomery still has the submission applied, wrenching back on the neck of Rayne. Troy decides to interject and break the hold by landing a standing side kick from the apron.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: CHEATER! CHEATER! HARLOT! WENCH! WHORE!

Nick: Wench? When did the spirit of Jason Snow find itself into you?

Richard: We have no time for that, Nick.

Montgomery is launched backwards across the ring, rolling over like Heath Herring did after Brock Lesnar punched him into next week at UFC 87. The First and The Queen of the Ring reach over at the same time and get the tags from their respective teammates. The First springboards onto the top rope and goes for a kick to the head, but Troy rolls underneath, spins behind, and lands an electric chair drop. She goes for the first cover of the contest.

ONE

T-

Richard: There we go. Come on First, show em who is boss.

Nick: He's got to manage an offensive move before that can take place.

Richard: What is it with you and all these technicalities? Stop player hating on my people.

The Queen scurries to her feet and beats The First by a hair, rushes off the near side, and leaps onto the middle rope. She goes for the backflip into a DDT, one of her trademark maneuvers, but The First is able to counter with a dropkick to the midsection in mid-air.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The First grabs hold of Troy's left arm and spins around, rolls over, and folds Troy up in a pinning predicament.

ONE

TW-

Nick: Fast and furious action here to kick off ReVolution 227, live from the 1st Mariner Arena in Baltimore, Maryland.

Richard: Make the tag back to Sky Mont so he can put this match away. You think Troy really stands a chance in hell against him?

The First gets to a vertical base and clocks Troy with a European uppercut, blocks her attempt at a counter, and lands a monkey flip across the ring. He keeps the fingers interlocked and rolls over with her, dropkicking Troy in the face on the comeback. The First goes for another cover.

ONE

TW-

Troy pushes her shoulder up. The First hops to his feet and puts a boot into the midsection, springboarding onto the top rope and looking for a reverse 450 splash. Troy sees her opponent and rolls out of the way, leaving him to crash face first into the canvas.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Troy grabs hold of the middle rope and uses the leverage to move toward the middle of the ring, landing a knee above The First's right ear and following through with a swinging neckbreaker.

Nick: Both teams looking to keep the pace pretty high octane. Neither wants to give an inch to the other and concede the flow of the match.

Troy doesn't go for a cover. Instead, she brings The First to his feet and shoves him into a neutral corner. Before Giles can rush over and demand a break, Troy is a step back and fires off a stinging knife edge chop.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

And another.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Richard: I wonder how she would like it if someone did that to her.

Nick: Go find out and report back.

Troy grabs hold of The First and takes him across the ring, rushing in behind and connecting on a clothesline. Troy hits the buckle, grabs hold of The First's head, and leaps into the center of the ring with a bulldog. Troy turns The First over and goes for a cover.

ONE

TWO

T-

Skylar Montgomery dives into the ring and breaks up the pinfall, even though The First would have made it out before three. Dan Ryan and Tyler Rayne both complain to Giles, who admonishes Montgomery with a firm warning, although he doesn't seem to care. He gave his partner a break and a chance.

Richard: And you were worried about them being unable to coexist. Pfft.

Nick: I never said they couldn't coexist, but I figured there would be more problems than there are.

Richard: Excuses, excuses.

The First is able to get enough distance away from Troy to get up on his feet and drive an elbow into the back of her head. The Painted Up Freak leaps into the air and lands a double stomp across the back before taking hold of Troy and dragging her across the ring to Montgomery. The Imaginary Man gets a tag and flips in over the top rope. He lands on Troy's lower back. He turns Troy over and goes for a cover.

ONE

TWO

T-

Nick: Troy kicking out before three.

Richard: Well, you are seeing the product before your very eyes. Lindsay Troy and Tyler Rayne being outwitted by The Imaginary Man.

Nick: The First had a good hand in that as well, but this is what First and Montgomery need. Troy on their side of the ring, far away from her partner.

LET'S GO TROY! LET'S GO TROY! LET'S GO TROY! LET'S GO TROY!

Richard: You can't save her now, fuckers.

Montgomery pushes Troy against the ropes and puts a hand across her throat. She tries to scamper away, but Montgomery's grip is tight. Giles slaps Montgomery on the shoulder twice and tries to get a break. Surprisingly, he does, but ulterior intentions are in mind for Skylar and that is the only reason he broke the hold. Bouncing off the opposite side ropes, Skylar rushes ahead and lands The <3 Punch.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Richard: Still not going to work. The intellect between these two is staggering enough to where they can ignore the crowd and emerge with a W.

Troy comes out of the corner while Montgomery tags out to his partner. The First springboards onto the top rope and arches himself back in a shooting star. Troy tries to turn around, but is too late. The First makes the full rotation and grabs hold of her head, swinging her around in a DDT. The First goes for a cover.

ONE

TWO

THR-

Nick: Troy with another kickout, but she has been in there for quite some time. She needs to get a tag in and let Rayne clean house.

Richard: Saying she needs to get a tag is a lot different from her actually getting one.

The First lets out a grunt and brings Troy to her feet, booting her in the midsection along the way. He rushes off the ropes and goes for a Shining Wizard. Troy ducks out of the way, sending The First overhead. He uses the canvas to cartwheel onto his feet and bounce off the ropes.

Richard: They can't even keep him down for a minute.

He goes for a poisoned mist shot to the face while Montgomery has the referee distracted, but Troy's agility keeps her away from danger.

Richard: Oh come on!

She spins around and hoists The First up, sending him high into a back suplex that puts him on the canvas, and leaves grabbing at his neck.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: This is the opening Troy and Rayne have been looking for.

Richard: What a load of balderdash.

Troy puts her right arm in the air and reaches out, recognizing how far away from her partner she is. The Underground Pimp stomps his foot against the apron and gets Baltimore to give Troy another burst of energy.

LET'S GO TROY! LET'S GO TROY! LET'S GO TROY! LET'S GO TROY!

Troy nudges herself closer to Rayne while The First tries to grab an ankle. He spins Troy around, who kips up to a standing position and lands an enziguri. The First flips over while Troy inches closer to her partner.

Nick: Rayne is almost halfway over the ropes. He wants to get the tag in the worst way.

The First slaps against the canvas and is able to get into his corner, tagging out to Montgomery. Rayne screams at Troy of Montgomery's arrival, which gives The Queen an extra pep in her step when she dives toward the corner and reaches Rayne, just in time.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: TYLER RAYNE! ON THE WARPATH!

The Underground Pimp leaps over the top rope and lands a Codebreaker on Montgomery, sending him back across the ring. The First springboards into the frey, but is met with a roaring elbow from Rayne. Montgomery gets back up and is sent off the ropes. A boot finds his midsection. Rayne double underhooks the arms and hoists Montgomery up for the Deathscythe.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Tyler Rayne is running roughshod over Montgomery and First.

Rayne scoots to his feet and blocks a bicycle kick from First, sliding underneath and getting behind The Outcast Hero. He shoves First into the cables and is able to run off the opposite side, leaps into the air, and connects on a Foreplay. First stumbles backwards and hits the canvas, while Montgomery groggily charges forward and takes Rayne over the ropes onto the floor with a cross body block.

Nick: The two legal men in the match, Rayne and Montgomery, now on the outside.

Lindsay Troy has regained enough of her wits to get back into the contest. She springboards onto the top rope and hits a 450 splash on The First. Even though she can't connect on a pin, she can certainly take him out. Troy grabs hold of The First and drags him to center ring before exiting and climbing up to the top.

Nick: Lindsay Troy about to go high risk.

Skylar Montgomery tries to land a Skunkbuzz on Tyler Rayne, and actually has gotten control over The Underground Pimp with a low blow. However, he doesn't spy Troy, who soars from the top rope and lands a corkscrew plancha. Rayne dashes away, gets behind The First, spins him around and cracks him with a jawbreaker. Rayne slings The First over the top rope while Troy slides Montgomery underneath.

Richard: No, Muse, someone get in there now!

Rayne hoists Montgomery into the air and plants him head first with Varga'd. He goes for a cover, but at the last moment tags in for Troy and lets her go up top while he holds Montgomery. Troy gets herself situated while Rayne takes a step back. Troy swings herself around, hooks Montgomery's head, and drives him into the canvas with The Crowning Glory. Rayne stands guard while Troy covers.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Vince: Your winners of the match... TYLER RAYNE AND LINDSAY TROY!

Nick: Troy and Rayne secure the victory here at 227.

Richard: What a joke. They blindsided Montgomery and First. No way this should stand.

Nick: I somehow doubt you are going to get this overturned, even as much as the current management hates Rayne and Troy.

Richard: Shakur should do what is right and overturn or at least re-start the match.

Nick: I don't think First and Montgomery are in much condition to have a restart.

Richard: Shouldn't matter. They got robbed and everybody knows it.

Nick: The odds were stacked against them and their string of good luck caught up with them in the end. Troy and Rayne in a hot opener with the victory, and we're going backstage with Chainz.

Richard: Never a good thing.

"So I'm thinking maybe after the show we cut loose and have some R n' R, babe. Whaddaya say?"

The question hangs on the door jamb as the serpentine face of Michael Sloan peeks into his locker room, eyebrow cocked in anticipation of his wife's answer. Immediately he notices the room to be empty, while the aroma of lavender fills his nostrils. His kit bag and other essentials hang in the shadows upon his locker. In the corner of the room he spies Tracy's bags lying open next to a folding chair with a blouse draped over it.

Chainz: Tracy!

The number one contender for the Universal Title narrows his eyes in mild irritation. He's used to Tracy going walkabout during show time, though normal procedure sees him telling her she's allowed to do so.

Chainz: TRACY.

He hollers down the hallway, then as if to question his own sanity peers back into the locker room to make sure her svelte frame isn't tucked into one of the darker corners. Satisfied he isn't imagining the insubordination, the Monster from Hell's Kitchen lurches back into the corridor and glances either way, noting the lack of her presence at the vending machines in one direction and among a small crowd gathered in the other.

Chainz: Of course she’s had to go walking off, son of a bitch.

Shaking his head, the number one contender scratches his scalp and wanders back into his locker room. Stood in the light filtering in he lets his eyes adjust to the low light – perfect atmosphere for a gentlemen such as his fine self – and studies Tracy's belongings more closely. Her open bags, he discovers, lie askew at the slightest angle and scattered behind it are the crushed remains of the source of the lavender.

Stomping over to the mess he feels his blood rush to a boil at the sight of her perfume spoiling the floor.

Chainz: Clumsy bitch.

Turning back to the doorway ready to chase his wife down and demand to know why she can't do something as simple as make herself smell nice for her man without blonding it up somehow, Chainz notices a curving line hanging from the back of his door. Cocking his head it quickly becomes apparent the new appendage is a note. Slamming the door shut and flicking on the light he feels the fire rage in his belly instantaneously at the message left for him.

GOOD LUCK

Suddenly everything becomes clear. His fist crunches into the door, slamming the note into a shallow dent in the wood.

Chainz: Goddamnit I don’t have time for this tonight!

He bursts out of the locker room with such momentum that he presses both hands against the wall opposite and takes off down the hall to his left. His black heart pounds in his chest as the adrenaline and fury reserved for the main event flow through his veins here and now. Storming along the corridor yelling his wife's name he spies a trio of characters pass down a hallway ahead.

The self-proclaimed Assholes with Attitude. Among them Hessian grins deviously while Devin Shakur and Christian Daniels gesture with their hands and talk on the go.

Chainz: Fucking knew it.

Giving chase, Chainz rounds the corner in time to see the trifecta disappear into Shakur's office. Without missing a beat the Monster from Hell's Kitchen races to the door and powers into it with his full weight before it fully shuts.

Inside the room Daniels sprawls into Hessian as the door bursts open with Chainz behind it, while behind his desk Shakur snaps upright from his chair as the number one contender claws Hessian's shirt with both hands and mounts him.

Chainz: WHERE IS SHE??

Devin Shakur: What the crap? I can't have this before a match. CD!

Staring at his brother in arms Shakur throws a finger at Chainz. The Biker promptly nips onto all fours and powers into Chainz, tackling him off of the giant and pinning him to the floor. Bewildered, Hessian rises to his feet and glares at Shakur, who shrugs open-mouthed with a hand pointed at Chainz.

Hessian: Are you serious?

Devin Shakur: I have no clue. Sloan, do you have a buttplug stuck up your ass or something? Or do I need to go ahead and leave you to the wolves who will send you packing back to the AWC.

Daniels hauls Chainz to his feet, holding his arms locked behind his back as the Monster snarls at the Murder Show.

Chainz: Where is she Von Kelsig? What you and your whores fucking do?

Devin Shakur: Whores? What a charming man. Start explaining or we're going to shoot first and never ask questions.

Chainz: And you, what involvement did you have? I’ll rip your head off when I…

Daniels eye twitches and the simple lock becomes a tight full nelson, leaving Chainz looking like a strung up piece of premium size rape special jerky.

Devin Shakur: Keep it tight. Now, out with it, Captain Molestor.

The Monster forces a breath and tries only once to struggle against the submission in vain. Forcing a moment of composure he glares at Shakur.

Chainz: Seems the wife isn’t in the locker room anymore. Seems she’s not around anywhere and all I’ve got is a note wishing me luck. You know I’m not an idiot, Shakur. Where is she?

Devin Shakur: You're implying someone kidnapped her? What if she's just wandered off?

Chainz: She’s not exactly hard to find. I know his giant ass had something to do with it!

The Monster roars in the direction of Hessian, who clenches his fists and grits his teeth.

Devin Shakur: Easy, Hess. Sloan, while I don't necessarily sympathize because I'm not dumb enough to bring my woman to events, I can assure you VK had nothing to do with it. He's been with me since we arrived in the building. And last I checked, I don't go after the women to make a statement because there is no point. They are more trouble than help. So, unless you want to dress like an Emo for your match against Olsig tonight, I'd apologize and get on outta here.

Before Daniels can remove Chainz from the room, the number one contender pulls free of the Biker's clutches and glances once at Hessian before letting out all his frustration by grinding his teeth long and hard.

Chainz: My wife is missing on the night of my Uni title match. You either find her or pick up the tab for the mess I leave behind when I do.

Devin Shakur: Now you are trying to become the next Rayne? Delegating responsibility? Sloan, just be grateful I haven't already sent you packing for the shenanigans you've pulled in the past. I'm sure I could go retroactive and find something to boot you for if you keep intruding on me like this. I've reached a point in my career where a signature can have you really working bingo halls in the middle of Shitsville, USA.

Christian Daniels: Thata'be the polite way'a tellin'ya'yer better gettin'ta steppin' slick.

Hessian: Yeah...listen to your boss.

Chainz shoots Hessian a you-ain't-shit look.

Hessian: Look at you. Damn things have changed. You're all...uppity. Too many skeletons in your closet?

His eyes flash as for an instant Hessian stares down into his dark soul. His voice is different.

Chainz: My skeletons don’t frighten me and you’d best be careful unless you end up one.

The Monster flinches as if to advance, but curbs the desire on a whimper and a flick of the wrist from Shakur. Closing his eyes he lets his imagination and thirst for blood amalgamate in a moment of solace before he addresses Shakur again with a smile.

Chainz: If you'd be so kind as to have someone check the surveillance footage from the backstage area I'd be very much appreciated. You see I'm very fond of my wife...and on a night when so much is at stake I'd hate for any complications to arise stemming from a simple...misunderstanding.

Shakur's frown twists into a smile as he clasps his hands.

Devin Shakur: I'd be happy to have someone look into it. If we hear anything you'll be notified immediately. Now...do yourself a favor and focus on Olsig. As far as he's concerned you're just another...uh...

Christian Daniels: Teardrop'n his sleeve?

Shakur shakes his head.

Devin Shakur: Remind me to re-educate you in Emo 101 later...but, yes. Sure. Now Sloan...get.

Shakur warns off Chainz with a snarl. The Monster bows his head, catching a final glimpse of the Murder Show in the corner of his eye before leaving the office. A moment passes before Hessian's grimace turns to a haggard grin.

Hessian: Somebody rattled his cage.

Christian Daniels: Yeah, fuckin' party ain't it.

Hessian: Yeah...but someone rattled his cage.

The giant almost giggles as Shakur sighs and heads out toward the gorilla position while Daniels begins the task of fixing the door. Chainz...he's gone.

Sitting alone in his locker room, Tony takes a bite out of a fruit roll-up that he has wrapped around his index finger. He isn't exactly sure of which flavor it is. The wrapper said mystery, but he is pretty sure it has pineapple. He thought there was a hint of melon, but it didn't last long enough to be certain.

What he was certain of, something he didn't plan on telling a soul, was that he was out a pretty penny after letting his new PR manager hire people to pretend to like him earlier. It was nice, to hear the sound of a crowd cheering him instead of calling him an asshole for the... To be honest, he wasn't sure how many times he had been called that, but it had to be near four digit territory for as long as he has been in PRIME.

He had tried hard to make it believable, to make it seem as if he had given these fans someone to be proud of, but sitting there with not a friend in the world made it all too clear that he isn't close to being what the fans deserved. He sure wasn't anyone the roster was going to warm up to, not by a long shot.

Still, it would be nice if someone could tell him whether or not this fruit roll-up tasted a little bit like V8 Splash's Fruit Medley flavor.

"Oompa Loompa Doop a Dee Doo..."

Tony instinctively reaches for his cell phone, still unsure what to change the ringtone to, though the Lollipop Guild song has been sending him tweets about how good it would sound on his new Vibrant. Thing is, his phone wasn't ringing.

"We've got a little riddle for you..."

No, the song is being sang live, and by the little midget duo that just so happen to be cartwheeling through his now open door.

"What do you do when you're all alone..."

Pink converts his cartwheel into a handstand, while Burgundy does the splits, and if you know how long little people's legs are, you know how funny it looks. I was going to say midgets, but I thought that would be bad. Oops, I still did it.

"Sitting there staring at your cellular phone..."

Burgundy winces slightly, remembering how much it hurts his balls to do a split, they're already close to the ground when he walks. Pink's face is turning red.

"Out there shaking hands and all of that crap..."

Pink tumbles forward, rolling through and landing on his 'bum' as the English pronounce it. Burgundy, however, is having trouble getting up out of his splits.

"Did you really think Devin would let you get away. With. That."

Pink uses his best baritone.

"Hess'll eat you like a sammich."

Both Oompas start to sway back and forth, their hands up in the air at the side of their heads.

"Oompa Loompa Doop a Dee Dee..."

Pink does another cartwheel, as Burgundy tumbles closer to Gamble.

"Please be wise and listen to me..."

Burgundy completely rolls through , stopping on a knee to extend his arms into the air one more time before hopping to his feet.

"Go back to your old ways or you'll never be happy..."

Pink's cartwheel got him closer to the door, which he opens with a twist of the knob.

"Like the Oompa..."

Burgundy does the sway move as he inches closer to the door.

"Loompa..."

Both men know what Tony is capable of.

"Doop a..."

But he is a friend, and as much as they hated to be the ones to send him this message, they prefer it to Shakur's other option.

"Dee Doo!"

The door slams shut, but apparently the message is not over. A few feet from Tony's legs, is a slip of paper... A note. He makes his way over, picking it up and unfolding it carefully. What he finds inside is nothing short of foreboding.

"Drop the charade friend, or your conscience will lead to your bitter end." - Dev

He crumples up the paper, tossing it across the room and into the opposite wall.

With a match against a Hall of Famer only moments away, Devin Shakur can't be in front of a camera rifling off announcements about his federation. He's got to protect said federation from a greater evil, at least in his own mind, so coming out and showcasing himself in a more diminutive light can't happen this evening. Too much business is at hand and too much business will be at hand before the night is over.

Instead, The Boss in Black and company have decided to delegate their professional obligations to someone who is rarely seen on camera anymore, but is a welcome sight to loyal PRIME fans.

Lisa Tyler has taken control of Shakur's office for a brief period and sits at his desk, shuffling papers and looking into the camera. She might not enjoy this kind of work, but it is work nonetheless and shows Shakur is gaining confidence in her. Soon, she might be able to get back into a bigger position of authority rather than be his secretary.

Lisa Tyler: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I hope you all are having a good time enjoying the events of ReVolution 227. It is an honor and privilege to be in front of great fans such as yourselves and I hope you don't regret coming out to witness the show.

Tyler sits back in the chair. It is vastly different and far more comfortable than the one she is accustomed to sitting in.

Lisa Tyler: I've got a few announcements surrounding our immediate future which I feel are necessary to make. As of a few moments ago, ink has been put to paper and another official match for Colossus has been signed. Nitz Donnelly will go one on one with Elise Ares.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Oh yeah, that one is going to be good for The Ego.

Richard: He's going to get mauled like he should have been at Culture Shock.

Lisa Tyler: And as you all know our Main Event for Colossus will be determined by the end of the show. Either Vangelus Olsig or Chainz will be taking on Castor V. Strife for the Universal Championship. Another match which has been handed down to me from our boss is Skylar Montgomery against Tyler Rayne.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Oh man, that is going to be chock full of fireworks.

Richard: Avant-garde is going to shut The Underground Pimp up, one on one. No excuses this time.

Lisa Tyler: I've also been asked to clean up the 5 Star mess our boss made when advancing Boda up to ReVolution 227 to take on Garbage Bag Johnny, which will take place a little later on in the show. To be frank, Boda will only be receiving one crack at the 5 Star Championship. If he fails to win tonight, then he does not get a rematch at Colossus. However, I've come up with a worthy solution and one a few people in the locker room will be appreciative of: Steve Starr and The First.

Richard: Those scrubs? What the hell could they have to do with the 5 Star?

Lisa Tyler: We've had a wave of talent come in over the past few weeks and the litmus test was placed, but only Starr and The First have managed to come out on the other side successfully. Others tried and failed, but not those two and for their hard work and dedication to staying with PRIME, we are going to show them that hard work truly does pay off. However, hard work also comes with a price. The First and Steve Starr will be competiting in a number one contenders match to the 5 Star Championship at the very start of the card... With the winner going on to face the Champion later in the evening.

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Nick: That certainly puts some weight on the match, I'll say that much. A HUGE opportunity for Starr and First.

Lisa Tyler: So the 5 Star Champion has one guaranteed opponent. Depending upon the outcome of tonight, another opponent may or may not be added in. I will release a news statement tomorrow with updated information on the card. As for the actual event itself, Colossus sold out in just under 40 minutes and we would like to thank the fans of San Diego and those from all over the world who made it possible.

Nick: That is going to be a huge moneymaker and with the recent shows PRIME has put on, should be a fitting end to the arc.

Lisa Tyler: I received an overwhelming amount of e-mails and messages stating displeasure at how Colossus was constructed. Some fans were unaware the show location would be announced during the program and those who DVR the show were left in the dark until it was too late. Earlier in the week, I spoke separately with Tyler Rayne and Devin Shakur to see if something could be done to fix the problem, and for once they've agreed on something. Actually, two different pieces which will make the Colossus experience much more enjoyable.

Lisa takes a sip of water and continues.

Lisa Tyler: First, effective tomorrow morning at 10 AM Eastern Standard Time, a select amount of tickets will go on sale for a viewing party on Ocean Beach. Giant television screens will be on display and fans will be allowed to view Colossus while on the beach. Secondly, on Saturday, August 28th, PRIME will be holding a Fan Fest day on Ocean Beach with all superstars attending and interacting with the fans.

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Richard: Oh yeah! Ocean, big booty girls in thongs, Cali, Cali! Woo! Woo!

Lisa Tyler: I hope all of you enjoy the rest of your evening. Good night.

Nick: Our second contest will probably end controversially one way or the other. Devin Shakur going one on one with Tchu.

Richard: The Inhuman Being is put to rest tonight, guaranteed.

Nick: The animosity between these two superstars started way back at Culture Shock 2010. When Brandon Youngblood and Vangelus Olsig were the last two superstars remaining in the Dual Halo, Shakur tried to sabotage-

Richard: HE WAS NUMBER 30!

Nick: -The Halo by entering as the last participant. However, a group of superstars, which included Tchu, prevented Shakur from entering the ring. A short time later, Tchu made good on the bounty he collected during the match and defeated Chainz to capture the Intense Championship.

Richard: And now Chainz will become Universal Champion by night's end. Sucks to have management riding you like a dog.

Nick: As a result of Tchu's interference, Shakur placed a 24/7 rule on Tchu's head during his Intense reign. The former 2 time Universal Champion has managed to overcome the odds to this date, and Shakur has lifted the rule for one night only so he can take him out.

Richard: Plus, Shakur wouldn't want to steal an Intense Championship. Although, he might reinstate the rule when he knocks Tchu unconscious.

Nick: I'm sure Shakur would cherish the thought of that.

Richard: You know it.

Nick: These two have never met in the squared circle before, but no doubt they have all the tools in their arsenals to provide a show stealing match. Shakur is still the best pure striker on PRIME's roster, even if he seldom competes.

Richard: And he's got the X factors in his corner, Hessian and Christian Daniels.

Nick: This match is under Intense rules so those two could legally get involved.

Richard: Only a matter of time before they do, Nick.

Nick: Tchu is going to have to use his technical abilities to surpass Shakur in this contest, although my gut says he will try and go for a brawl.

Richard: In which case he would be put flat on his ass.

Nick: Tchu is going to come out guns blazing and it will be up to Shakur to see whether or not he can withstand the onslaught.

Richard: One of the most savvy in ring competitors ever. He definitely will be able to.

Nick: Well we're going to see because the match is right now.

Vince Howard: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is under Intense Rules. Introducing first, he stands 6'1 inches and weights 245 pounds... THE INHUMAN BEING... TCHUUUUUUUUUUUU!

The lights in the arena go out. After a few seconds of silence and darkness, "I Fucking Hate You" by Godsmack roars through the arena. Blue lights begin to slowly blink on and off throughout the building.

Tchu appears from behind the curtain, sending the crowd into a frenzy.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

He makes his way to the ring with methodical, determined steps.

Nick: A focused man tonight. He gets the chance to do what many have dreamed of doing for the last half year.

Tchu hops onto the ring apron and into the ring. He goes over to a nearby turnbuckle and forms a T with his arms once on the middle rope. He throws out an animalistic roar as the fans chant the chorus to "I Fucking Hate You"

The music is abruptly cut short.

Vince: Introducing his opponent, hailing from Raleigh, North Carolina... He weights in at 215 pounds and stands 6'2 tall... THE MAN IN BLACK, DEVINNNNNNNN SHAKURRRRRRRRRRRR!

GOD SAID THAT A MAN SHOULD WORK WITH HIS HANDS!

The infamous words spoken to Tyler Rayne moments before he was decimated in the Dual Halo resonate throughout the building. The source of said voice sends white hot heat through the crowd.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

All the lights shut off. Pitch black. Sporadic lighters pop up throughout the crowd, but the rage of enthusiastic PRIME fans only intensifies as Peter Frampton slowly glides his fingers over an acoustic guitar in the fashion of Chris Cornell. This man doesn't have many fans anywhere he goes.

A cascading wave of black pyrotechnics sends smoke out into the people and a pair of dark brown eyes invade the PRIME*View.

SHAKUR SUCKS! SHAKUR SUCKS! SHAKUR SUCKS! SHAKUR SUCKS!

Speaking of the devil, the gigantic eyes stop blinking and his name appears in massive black letters on every screen throughout the Arena.

[SHAKUR]

The curtain is thrown open. With a long leather trench coat covering his body, Shak Diesel steps onto the stage and cracks a mischievous smile. No entrance video highlighting his accolades assists him to the ring, he doesn't need one with all the bodies he's laid out, and PRIME fans aren't foreign to his macabre ways.

Slowly walking down the aisle, Shakur hears the business from any and everybody at the ringside area. His eyes shift back and forth just to gauge their reactions. They are typical for The Man in Black, ignorant masses not capable of understanding his great wisdom or wrestling talent.

Once his feet tap the ringside mats, his military style walk continues around to the ringside stairs. He stands in front of the steel, taunting the crowd by leaving his back exposed. Any of them could take a swipe at him if they reached out far enough.

With calculated precision, Shakur climbs up the stairs and steps between the ropes. The ring spotlights continue to fixate on his being while the leather trench coat gets unbuckled and removed from his body. Clad from head to toe in Armani's finest and blackest, Shak Daddy stands in his designated corner and rocks back and forth, waiting on the bell.

Nick: Shakur elected to keep his goons in the back for this one. Quite surprising.

Richard: Why do you have to go and discriminate against them?

Nick: What good could develop from them being at ringside?

Richard: The right thing, that's what.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Before the bell could ring, Tchu takes off across the ring and wallops Shakur in the face with a series of right hands. The Boss in Black is unable to do anything except take the punches.

DING! DING! DING!

Nick: Tchu starting out hot and heavy! He's going straight at Shakur!

Shakur looks to escape out of the corner, but Tchu uses his distinct power advantage to lift Shakur by the shirt collar and heave him back into the corner. More right hands find the face of The Boss.

Nick: Tchu has got to be LOVING this. A chance to get all his frustrations out on the man who made his life miserable the past few months.

Richard: A closed fist is cheating, Nick!

Nick: There are no rules in this match. Shakur's own scheme is working against him.

Tchu continues to wail on Shakur, sending him from a state of panic into a state of wooziness. The blows are effective and Shakur's options are plummeting at a very high rate. Due to the speed of Tchu's punches, nobody has been able to keep a precise count. Tchu, himself, probably doesn't even know how many he's thrown.

TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU!

Nick: The crowd chanting his name with every punch! Shakur is getting the hell beaten out of him!

Richard: And look at you, the most objective voice in the business marking out at this.

Nick: I'm all for people getting their due justice and Shakur deserves everything he's getting right now.

Tchu ascends to the second rope and looks down at Shakur before extending his right fist high into the air for the crowd to see.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Tear him limb from limb, Tchu!

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

Tchu looks down at Shakur before landing the final punch.

TEN!

Nick: Shakur is on dream street right now, Richard.

The Boss in Black tries to stumble out of the corner. He'd like nothing more than to fall on his face and get a brief respite, but Tchu isn't allowing him such a luxury. He grabs Shakur by the hair and slams him back first into the buckle. A boot finds Shakur's midsection. Another. A third. Fourth. Shakur slumps in the corner. Fifth. Sixth. Seventh. Tchu moves up to the face and continues stomping. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve.

Richard: All Shakur has to do is survive the early onslaught and then pour on the punishment. You think this is bad? Wait until Tchu is on the receiving end of Shakur's beating.

Tchu takes two handfuls of Shakur's shirt and yanks him to a brief standing position before hoisting him overhead military press style. Shakur tries to slide down the back, but Tchu's grip is too firm and he ends up straddling the top rope.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Shakur not getting, nor does he deserve, any sympathy from this crowd.

Richard: Even the most hated people in the business will get an "Ohhhh" when they straddle the top.

The Inhuman Being bounces off the opposite side ropes and charges forward, extending his right foot in a boot which takes Shakur from the top rope directly onto the floor.

Richard: He might have broken an arm there.

Nick: It would be one less he could utilize to further plague the PRIME roster.

Richard: I'm going to make sure he watches tape of this and sees what kind of propaganda you are spewing.

Tchu calmly drops from the ring apron onto the floor and takes hold of Shakur's mop head of hair, clinches it in his fingers and moves toward the barricade. Tchu runs forward, pushing Shakur back first into steel. A horde of fans lean over the guardrail to taunt Shakur. A few even pour their beers on his face while Tchu backpedals for a big time maneuver.

Nick: Tchu has something devious in mind here, and remember there is no way the referee can stop this match. Shakur made it very clear in his declaration.

Richard: Drop dead, Stuart.

Tchu charges forward, using the stairs as a pedestal to leap off, and plows shoulder first into Shakur's midsection for a spear. The force used pins Shakur between The Inhuman Being and a piece of the barricade which broke off.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Tchu has dominated from the get-go!

Richard: And you don't think he is going to stop?

Nick: Hell no, the man has suffered too much to stop now.

Even though Nick's sentiment rings true, Tchu is a little slow getting to his feet after executing such a brutal maneuver. He brings Shakur with him, who is almost dead weight at this point. Tchu points at a fan and asks him to hold his chair up. The fan willingly obliges while Tchu grabs Shakur and sends him face first.

YEAH! FUCK HIM UP TCHU!

Shakur drops to his knees. Tchu points to another fan with a metal sign and asks for it. The sign is handed over too easily. Tchu swings around and lands a home run swing on Shakur's face, sending him face first onto the concrete. A sea of popcorn and beer plus middle fingers decorate the area around Shakur's prone body.

Nick: Shakur doesn't have the stamina of a wrestler who goes through the week in and week out grind like Tchu. The Inhuman Being might have more miles on him recently, but Shakur hasn't been in the ring for an actual match since before Culture Shock. It's been even longer since he went one on one with someone.

Richard: All it takes with Shakur is one kick. One fucking kick. Tchu won't be pandering to these idiots anymore if Shakur hits the kick.

But for the meantime, Tchu can pander to his people, and pulls Shakur up again. A line of blood runs from Shakur's forehead down to his nose, resting on the tip and underneath his nostrils. Tchu presses Shakur another time over his head and flings him from the front row onto the ring apron. Shakur crashes against the apron ribs first and falls in a heap by the ring.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: With every move Tchu executes, the crowd shows appreciation.

Richard: And so do you. The man might have broken his ribs there and you are begging for more blood lust.

Nick: I'm already beyond satisfied with what is going on.

Shakur isn't moving on the ringside mats while Tchu is able to take his time in hopping over the guardrail and hoisting Shakur into his arms. Tchu rolls Shakur underneath the bottom rope and slides in himself. He is about to go for a cover when a big sight coming down the ramp catches his eye and his ire.

Nick: What in the world is he doing down here?

Richard: Great, one of Troy's goons. See, I told you those fuckers weren't really angry at each other. Troy probably sent him out here to do some bidding and help Tchu.

Dan Ryan stands in the middle of the aisleway with broad arms folded across his chest. Tchu can't take his eyes off The Ego Buster, who points toward the ring and tells him to keep priorities in order. Tchu takes a glance over his shoulder and sees Shakur on his knees, blood spewing from his lips and still trailing down his forehead. The Inhuman Being goes for a boot to the head, but Shakur extends a loaded right fist between Tchu's legs.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Richard: And Tchu hits the mat like a ton of fucking bricks! Wooooooo!

Nick: It took a pair of brass knuckles on the right hand to bring Tchu down.

Richard: No matter how he brings him down, the fact is he was brought down. Now the real fun can begin.

Nick: The momentary distraction from Dan Ryan proved beneficial to Shakur, but he's got internal and external injuries from the beating.

Richard: I'm sure Daniels and Hessian are on their way down here to even up the score, because wherever Dan Ryan goes, The Harlot isn't far behind. I would suspect Rayne is probably out here too. Shit, why don't we just bring Montgomery back out and make this an 8 person tag?

Nick: Shakur wanted to do this on his own so he's getting his wish.

Richard: Now we're going to see if Tchu has bitten off more than he could chew.

Shakur clutches at the ropes, completely ignoring Dan Ryan, and focusing all of his energy on making yet another employee suffer at his expense. A stiff boot finds the back of Tchu. Shakur flips the brass knuckles over his shoulder and yanks Tchu to a vertical base, holding his ribs while shuffling Tchu into the corner. A stinging knife edge chop resonates through the building.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Richard: Every time this man does something, a little change is made. He can't get a cheap pop. He can't get sympathy when he possibly breaks a rib. He can't even get a long standing tradition of Wooo when he throws a chop.

Shakur reels off another. Tchu's chest is already bright red.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Shakur is slowing this match down to a snail's pace because he wants to strike and brawl, plain and simple. This is his bread and butter.

Shakur doesn't go for the trifecta, but instead whips Tchu across the ring and charges forward with a powerful European uppercut. Tchu stumbles toward the ropes and eats a clothesline, sending him over the ropes and onto the floor.

Richard: Now Shakur is going to show everybody a lesson in how to be Intense.

Shakur spits a wad of blood onto the canvas and steps between the ropes, crouching down and leaping into the air, both feet landing on Tchu's spine.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: The crack of that shot resonated throughout the building.

Richard: And as much as you punks don't like it, Shakur isn't done. He's going to make sure Tchu is put down and put down for good.

Shakur grabs Tchu around the neck, straining his arm muscles to pull The Inhuman Being to his feet. Shakur keeps a lock on the neck and brings a knee to the forehead, wobbling Tchu in place. The iron grip of Shakur holds while he swings Tchu around onto the announcers table, scattering papers and sending Nick Stuart over the guardrail to avoid getting in the way.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Richard Parker sits back and claps while Tchu struggles to grab hold of anything and fight back. Shakur stalks around the side of the announcers table and puts Tchu's head over the edge. He backs up a few paces and brings an elbow down across the chin. Tchu's body goes down head first onto the concrete next to the table.

Richard: And there is The Inhuman Being in all his glory. I'd like to take a moment now and tell everybody at home how much of a coward my broadcast colleague is. He ran like a little girl when Shakur decided to get in his business, yet talks all this bullshit about how Shakur deserves what he gets. He... Oh, here you go.

The heel announcer gladly hands his headset over to Shakur when asked. Shakur wraps the cords around Tchu's neck and pulls. A tie might be more culturally relevant to choke someone with, but this match is about old school violence. The wind slowly finds its way out of Tchu, who has two hands around his neck, trying to alleviate the pressure in some capacity.

TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU!

Richard turns around and shakes his head at the audience while Shakur continues to try and choke his adversary out. Tchu is down on his knees and fading quickly. Shakur digs a knee into the small of Tchu's back and pulls even harder, using leverage from the barricade. A fan reaches over and pulls his hand away, but Shakur puts it right back.

TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU!

After close to half a minute in a choke, Tchu finally slumps down and passes out. Shakur lets go of the cord and flips the headset back at Richard.

Richard: Devin Shakur, ladies and gentlemen. It doesn't get any better than this.

The Boss in Black lifts Tchu onto his shoulders and begins the arduous task of lifting 245 pounds of dead weight into the ring.

Richard: The man is not moving at all. Shakur has fulfilled the ability he set out to and laid Tchu to rest. Good night now.

Nick Stuart gets back over the barricade and readjusts his equipment while Shakur slams Tchu back first into the ring post and leaves him leaning. A right hand to the body doubles Tchu over. Shakur winds up, crouches down into a stance, and rifles off a hard kick to the chest. Tchu falls down on his face while Shakur prepares to pick him up again.

Nick: Shakur continuing the assault and now, I'm afraid, it might only be a matter of time.

Richard: Yeah, say what happened to you earlier? You just up and ran.

Nick: I might not be a fan of Shakur but I know my place. I'm not getting in a fist fight with The Boss.

Richard: Typical coward.

Shakur takes Tchu by the arm and nudges him under the bottom rope. He sneers at the crowd in both directions before rolling into the ring and nonchalantly covering The Inhuman Being.

ONE

TWO

Richard: Ball game.

THREE-

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: Oh for the love of Jesus, Mary, Joseph, Hoyt and the entire God family.

Nick: Tchu is not ready to call this a night.

Shakur looks down with a bewildered expression and decides to hook a leg the second time around.

ONE

TWO

THREE-

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Another kickout from Tchu, which sends Shakur into a frenzied state. Now he wants to end the match.

Nick: Shakur might need to fall into a contingency plan now.

Richard: He's one of the best planners in the business, Nick.

Tchu still has some life, he's twitching and trying to find his senses. Shakur sighs, putting a hand over his face while he tries to stand up.

Nick: Shakur delivered a massive beating to Tchu after receiving one and now he looks to put the finishing touches on Tchu's 227.

Richard: Good Times Painful Memories on the way, baby. Lock the door and throw away the key, Tchu ain't coming back.

Shakur leans in the corner, using the chance to get a full rest. He doesn't care if Tchu gets to his feet because unless he's got eyes in the back of his head, he won't see the kick coming.

TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU! TCHU!

Nick: Shakur has put down the best in the business with this kick. Can he put down one more?

Tchu hangs onto the top rope like a child clinging to a mother. He doesn't want to let go because if he does, he'll drop but he knows if Shakur isn't attacking then he's thinking about attacking. A quick turn around shows Tchu just how dire the circumstances are.

Shakur's foot comes in at lightning speed, but Tchu uses his own agony as an advantage by slumping to the canvas and avoiding the foot. He reaches up and grabs The Boss in Black by the tights, looking for a roll up.

Nick: ROLL UP! TCHU HAS IT!

ONE

TWO

THREE-

Shakur throws himself backwards and looks over at Tchu with angry eyes. He certainly didn't expect a counter, let alone one which would cost him the match.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: Oh yeah, even the odds up even more why don't cha?

Nick: Another interested party is out here to observe the festivities.

Richard: Another biased party you mean.

Nick: Lindsay Troy is making her way to ringside and Shakur hasn't noticed her yet.

With only a few noticeable bumps and bruises, Troy has returned to observe the second match of the evening. She comes around to ringside and gets in Shakur's line of sight. To say The Boss in Black isn't pleased would be an understatement. He mouths "Why the fuck are you out here" and gets no response. Strange considering Troy usually has an opinion about everything.

Richard: A fucking setup all along and now Shakur needs the odds to be evened.

Nick: Why in the hell isn't Daniels or Hessian out here?

A quick pan on the PRIME*View shows the reason for that. Christian Daniels is being barricaded by a plethora of Enemigo security guards.

On the other side of the guards is none other than Tyler Rayne.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: I KNEW IT! A SETUP! GET OUT OF THERE SHAKUR! THEY'VE ALL GOT IT IN FOR YOU!

Shakur is still distracted by the appearance of Troy, which has given Tchu long enough to regain his bearings and coil, waiting to strike when Shakur turns around.

Richard: Shit.

Nick: Shakur isn't going to like how this ends once he turns around.

Troy reminds him of this when pointing toward the ring. Shakur spins around, but Tchu ducks underneath and gets behind The Boss in Black with a sleeper hold. Shakur knows what is coming next and backpedals into the ropes, frantically elbowing Tchu in the sides of his head. Tchu is able to effectively dodge the blows and throws Shakur overhead in a release German suplex onto the floor.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Shakur now on the outside. The one place he probably doesn't want to be right now.

Shakur's feet smack the floor, sending him back into the barricade. He looks over at Troy and then back at an even more interesting development taking place in the ring.

Tchu's attention has divulged from Shakur and onto Dan Ryan, who steps inside and comes face to face with The Inhuman Being.

Nick: Oh man, we've got the potential for this to blow up in two different places.

Tchu and Ryan are having a heated argument while Shakur is stuck in a quagmire.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Well, it's not a quagmire anymore. Troy clocks him pretty good with a big time forearm shot, sending Shakur over the barricade and scampering for cover. Troy hops over the barricade and gives chase, wanting to get some payback for the UltraViolence screwjob.

Nick: Shakur is hightailing it out of here!

Richard: He should have done that before the punch. RUN BOY RUN!

Tchu and Dan Ryan are in a shoving match now. The Inhuman Being goes for a right hand, but Ryan blocks the punch and connects on one of his own. Tchu retaliates with a right and another full on fight has broken out in the ring.

Nick: Tchu and Dan Ryan! In a PRIME ring. Toe to toe!

Richard: This wasn't a plan! Shakur made the right call and now we've got a donnybrook of another kind.

The same wall of Enemigos who earlier were protecting Christian Daniels from storming out to get involved in the match are now barreling into the ring to keep Tchu and Ryan apart from one another. On the far right side, Daniels appears and whisks Shakur out of harm's way. Troy still gives chase, trying to keep up. Daniels uses himself as a barricade between the two and both are on a beeline back to the office.

Nick: Oh man, we're going to have some fall out after this one.

Richard: No joke. These two are still trying to get at each other.

About six guards are in front of Dan Ryan while another four are in front of Tchu. The walls don't really provide much protection as Tchu breaks from his quartet and leaps into the air, over the guards and into the chest of Ryan. A few punches are landed before more Enemigos dive into the ring and apprehend Tchu. The Ego Buster winds up a few punches of his own. Tchu kicks him away and is taken out of the ring.

Nick: This match has been officially thrown out, but we've definitely got a storyline here. Dan Ryan and Tchu.

Richard: I wonder if Shakur got back to the locker room in one piece.

The camera cuts away with Tchu and Dan Ryan shouting at one another, trying to break through the added security and continue beating each other to a pulp.

FADEIN: The ring, now full of lit candles, roses and lilies, smoke from incense sticks, and tables full of crystals, in the middle of all this stuff is Muse, wearing a crazy outfit of gold framed goggles, a black bowler hat, green army jacket over a black corset. A black leather skirt, fishnet stockings and calf high black boots finish her assault on fashion.

MUSE: Welcome everyone to the Chamber of the Muse

The crowd buzzes, a bit confused by exactly what Muse is trying to do here.

MUSE: I’m here each week to find out what’s on the minds of the best and brightest stars in PRIME…And tonight, I’m talking to the man who will be leaving Colossus Seven as the new PRIME Universal Champion…Castor V. Strife!

CUEUP: "Moonage Daydream" by David Bowie

From the entranceway steps CASTOR STRIFE, wearing black leather jacket over bare chest, and white wrestling tights with black candy stripes up and down the pantlegs. His dirty blonde hair is tied back in a pony tail with a few strands hanging in front of his face, while his eyes are covered by pink, round-lense sunglasses. He stops at the top of the ramp to strike a Richard Nixon-esque "double peace sign" pose, and soon makes his way to the ring. Booing continues for about 10 seconds as the music fades out and he stands next to Muse

MUSE: So Castor, was it all shocking to you how easy it has been for you to completely dominate everyone in PRIME?

CASTOR: Well Muse...

Castor pauses to let the booing ring out and then smiles

CASTOR: ...can I be completely honest with you?

MUSE: Oh, please do.

CASTOR: NO.

The booing intensifies.

MUSE: Does it really matter to you who wins tonight’s Universal title match between Sir Vangelus Olsig and Chainz?

CASTOR: What matters is that the winner actually SHOWS UP when Colossus rolls around. And with the way things have been going for me as of late, could you really blame them if they didn't? I could avenge a loss to Olsig, or do the FBI a solid and stop Chainz's Gacy-like murder spree. But at the end of the day, Muse, I didn't come here for the glory of beating Olsig, Chainz, Tyler Rayne, Lindsay Troy, or any other Happy Meal "superstar" PRIME has to offer.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

MUSE: Why are you all booing? This man is a legend in film and wrestling, you all should be thankful he even bothers to talk in front of you at all!

CASTOR: Let them boo. It's the sound of sour grapes being trampled underfoot the way I've trampled over this company from day one. And I CAME HERE at the behest of my benefactor, to do just that- a one man TABULA RASA, if you will. I am the clean slate, the new beginning, because that's what's been asked of me.

MUSE: And you're really not gonna tell us who your benefactor is? Come on, Castor, don't leave your audience hanging! Who is it?!

CASTOR: Let's just say it's a man who knows how to keep things interesting. He gets what he wants when the Universal Title is around my waist, and in return...I'm afforded yet another opportunity to expand my filthy empire.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

CASTOR: And to those in the back watching this- NOW is the time. Get on the right side of history while you still have the chance. Because all your illustrious history- I'm burning it PAGE by PAGE and salting the goddamn earth behind me. If you thought I was nice before, you're going to LOVE ME after Colossus.

Castor smiles.

CASTOR: Oh, and Muse...do let The First know that his career isn't getting anywhere fighting my sloppy seconds. Put him on the right path- the one that follows right behind me. I know you can...

MUSE: Yeah he’s a real jellyhead trying to figure out that you’re the answer to all his career problems. He could be main eventing huge Pay-Per-Views, or he could be stuck fighting people you’ve already exposed as being unworthy of the big time. But for now, WE'RE OUT OF TIME!

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

MUSE: Castor, thank you so much for giving us the time of day. We really appreciate it and know how busy you are. This is Chamber of the Muse, I'M the Muse...and we're gone!

FADEOUT

"The next time you tell me, 'I'm just going to get a sandwich from catering', I know not to believe you."

Dan Ryan merely smirks as the annoyed tone of his sister-in-law bounces around in his brain before he lets it pass out of his other ear. The two traverse the hallway on their way back to their locker room after the Devin Shakur/Tchu match. Lindsay Troy is less than pleased at what transpired.

Troy: Especially when there was food in the locker room.

Ryan: Code Red Mountain Dew and Funions aren't really my thing.

Troy: Good thing being a prick is.

Ryan: Actually, my thing is more like... being protective of family and taking matters into my own hands since I know they'd never come right out and ask for my help directly.

Troy takes a few quick steps forward and inserts herself into Ryan's path, turning her body to face him so that she's walking backwards.

Troy: I've been handling this just fine. Nobody insinuated that inserting yourself into that match would be helpful in any stretch of the imagination. You got that idea all on your own, and I know it.

Ryan shrugs.

Ryan: Of course I did. I wouldn't want anyone thinking you sent me down there. Plus, your issue with Matt is only part of the reason. Mostly, I just flat out don't like him. Is it so bad that I wanna backhand knuckle slap a couple of his teeth down his throat just once? I'm sure he has dental.

Troy: Again, with the not helping.

Ryan: You got to crack our douchebag boss upside the head while you were down there, so I'm not exactly seeing the issue here.

Troy: I'm not thanking you for that. I could have done that on my own, without your "assistance."

Ryan: And you hadn't, for whatever reason. Aren't managers by definition supposed to assist? The prick cost you your return match. You've never been content to just let shit like that stand. So if I have to help you shake the rest of the rust off and get you back to form then I have nothing to apologize for.

Lindsay's face scrunches in anger. She whirls back around and falls into step beside him again.

Troy: Your tombstone is going to read: 'Douchebag in Words and Deed.' I hope you're aware.

Ryan: As long as it’s in the nicer part of the cemetery. And no slate. I want marble. With a glazed finish.

Troy: I'm telling my sister to hide you away from the general populous.

She sighs.

Troy: I'm not even going to attempt to deal with this fallout right now. I clearly reside between a rock and a hard place.

Ryan smirks.

Ryan: See, that’s the thing about me. I tend to stick around to finish the things I start. That’s part of what makes your boy Matt such a shithead boob. But me, I’m a DELIGHT.

Troy: Ha!

Ryan: ...and I can juggle.

Troy: That should come in handy if this at any point devolves into the fight scene from Batman Forever.

Ryan: Seriously – rock and a hard place? Whatever. I’m not going anywhere – and we’ll take care of it. I’m not concerned.

Troy: You're not the one who has to be.

Ryan stops in front of a locker room, opens the door, and gestures Troy to enter first. He follows her in and then slams the door abruptly.

Nick: Fans, we’re going to send this to the back to hear from one of the men competing in the 5 Star Title match coming up soon.

Richard: I’ve got $20 on Boda.

Nick: Your pockets are deep aren’t they Richard?

Richard: I’ve also got $20 on Garbage Bag Johnny, so either way, I’m a winner.

Nick: I’m speechless... Let’s send it to the back.

The PRIME*View comes alive with the image of the hulking 6’11 Boda sitting in a chair, his head leaning down and against his closed fists. The room is barely lit. We can see Boda breathing in and out deeply, as if he’s focused. Without looking out, Boda begins to speak.

Boda: 4 years… 4 years I’ve waited for this opportunity. 4 years of pain, sorrow, overcoming personal demons. Tonight, the wait is over. For tonight, I will take 5 Star to the next level. In a few moments, Devin Shakur will present a match that was Colossus bound... A match that everyone should have to pay to see... And tonight... They will get to see it for free.

Looking up, Boda cracks his neck side to side.

Boda: Garbage Bag Johnny... Tonight, we meet one on one for the first time ever. Boda and GBJ...Two legends of this industry. Two hall of famers. The 5 Star Champion versus The Big Bastard. A match that could EASILY have headlined Colossus. But Shakur wanted to shake things up. And he knew I was the man to do the shaking. So tonight, I get to prove to the world that after the 4 years out of this business, that I am still a badass mother fucker. GBJ... I hope you’re ready... Because I am. This won’t be a technical 5 Star match... No, it will be a 5 Star Brawl. I’ve come too far, overcome to many odds to leave it all at home. So Johnny... You’ll get my A game tonight... You better bring B through Z son.

Standing up, Boda looks to be in his best shape since making his return to PRIME. He looks up, takes a deep breath then pounds his chest 3 times.

Boda: David would have been here at ringside tonight. He was always there for my big matches. So tonight... David... I will make you proud of your big brother. I said it last week... I will dedicate this match to David. GBJ... Tonight, in mere moments... You are going to go one on one, with a man with nothing to lose and everything to gain... This makes me more dangerous than I normally am. Are you ready?

Boda steps closer to the camera, looking into it with an intensity that could break glass.

Boda: I started this journey 4 years ago when I had to step away from this business I love. It’s been a long and windy trail back to this point. Tonight... I will walk out of here the NEW PRIME 5 STAR CHAMPION!

The shot of Boda ends as he shoves the camera aside. We return to Nick and Richard at ringside.

Richard: I think I should have bet more money on Boda.

Nick: A new intensity in the Big Bad Boda Daddy. We are going to have a hell of a match tonight.

Pitch black.

Nothing can be seen. The darkness envelops everything, like an abyss spawning somewhere in the arena.

"Hey kid, how you doing?"

Without any light it's only possible to tell that the voice comes from somewhere to the left. At the sound of it a frightened whimper and a sniffle emanate from the right, followed by soft crying.

"Still breathing. That's a good sign. Looks like your little vanishing act has riled a few feathers. Word has it your old man is going nuts wondering where you are. Even got Shakur pulling detective duty for your little peachy behind."

After a deep inhalation a female voice pleads and splutters behind a gag, making no sense behind the gag preventing her from talking. And calling for help.

"Save your breath. Y'know Chainz must have been looking forward to that title opportunity tonight because he's been running riot trying to find you. And that's exactly what I want. I want him to panic, to show distress...to fear. He imagines himself an invulnerable monster, but I know better. I know it may seem a strange notion but Sloan is more than capable of something...human."

The prisoner, evidently Tracy, begins snivelling again and mumbling through her gag.

"See that's what makes him vulnerable. He's still only human. No matter what devious act he carries out or what sinister plot stews in his poisonous mind, he is still just a man. And men can be broken. What's happening now...what you're experiencing...is the total deconstruction of a Monster. I will show him humility. I will show him defeat. I will mould him into a form so feeble it will render him null and void. Then we shall truly see who the real monster is."

The faint sound of rustling hair and skin on skin accompanies panicked breaths by the captive Tracy.

"Anyway...you rest up. I have plans for you. For now I'm going to go enjoy the rest of my evening. You sleep tight, kid."

Nick: Our third match of the evening. If anything, the match should be quite physical given the competitors involved. Boda gets another crack at Championship gold, but in order to come out on top he's going to have to go through Garbage Bag Johnny.

Richard: Boda is primed and ready to become a champion once again. He's gone through all obstacles set before him.

Nick: Garbage Bag Johnny was pretty exhausted after what happened to him at 225 when Tyler Rayne edged out a victory over him. He wasn't seen at all on 226 and now has to come in and compete against a rather fresh Boda, who is beaming with confidence and dedicating the match to his recently departed brother.

Richard: The man has got a lot on his plate but he intends to unload it all on GBJ tonight. That doesn't bode well for The Dirtiest Dude in PRIME.

Nick: It certainly does not, Richard. Johnny is a tough son of a gun, but Boda is one of the biggest and strongest men on the roster and certainly can hold his own against most anybody in the locker room.

Richard: I couldn't agree more, so I'm going to say we're going to have two championship changes this evening. Olsig will go down and so will GBJ.

Nick: Johnny is going to have to give everything in his arsenal to come out victorious tonight. He'll have to get wild and crazy like he used to. He can't water himself down and expect to beat someone with the tenacity and pure wrestling ability of Boda.

Richard: He'll be lucky to survive if he goes after Boda in a mentality other than balls to the wall.

Nick: I would give Johnny an edge because he can retain on countout or disqualification. If Boda gets too worked up, then he could very well end up costing himself the contest.

Richard: Boda will know his limitations when the time comes, trust me on that one.

Nick: Be that as it may, we're certainly going to find out. Let's take it up to Vince Howard and our 5 Star Championship match.

Camera switch to Vince Howard with the house microphone and an overzealous crowd ready to see a title match.

Vince Howard: The following 5 Star Contest is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit. Introducing first, he hails from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 221 pounds, standing 6'1 tall... THE CHAMPION, GARBAGE BAG JOHNNY!

"Garbage Bag Johnny Will Win Zero II Hero" by Garbage Bag Johnny blasts from the speakers. The 20,000 in attendance rise to their collective feet and cheer the arrival of their 5 Star Champion, GBJ. The Dirtiest Dude in PRIME still looks a little worse for wear, but is nonetheless a fighting champion and willing to showcase his skills on such a prestigious card. That, and he didn't have much choice in the matter.

Nick: Garbage Bag Johnny is certainly one of the most respected figures in the business, today. He's the commissioner of GCW and made an impressive run, all the way to second place in GTT7.

Richard: As I alluded to earlier, Johnny needs to take it back to the old school. Gooch Rake, Vagina Punch, all the good qualities that made him a feared entity.

Nick: He still does those sorts of things.

Richard: Not as often as I would like to see. He needs to go back to that all the time. Wrestling naked was such a hilarious experience for those watching, and a nightmare for his opponents.

Nick: I heard plenty of complaints about that during my time.

Richard: Teabag pinning. You have to admire a man willing to go to such lengths for entertainment purposes.

Johnny holds the Championship belt high in the air and gets halfway down the aisle. An aberration behind The Dirtiest Dude in PRIME grabs the attention of those in the audience. A man running full speed ahead like a locomotive straight toward Johnny.

A few fans in the front row scream for Johnny to turn around, but by the time he does it is already too late.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: WHAT THE HELL?

Richard: Oh yeah!

Nick: Boda just blindsided Garbage Bag Johnny and about damn near took his head off!

The Big Bad Boda Daddy stands over GBJ with a sadistic smirk on his face.

Nick: What in the hell was that all about?

Richard: You can't make a man change his stripes entirely, Nick. He knew he needed to get an edge on Johnny and that is exactly what he is doing.

Boda effortlessly picks Johnny up with one arm and slams him back first into the guardrail. GBJ bounces off and walks straight into a clothesline.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: The crowd showing Boda they aren't appreciative of these antics.

Richard: The hell with them, he's got to do what is best for him to win the gold.

Nick: He doesn't have to blindside a man, Richard.

Richard: Of course he does. That is how you get things done. You come out and take what you want.

Boda reaches down and puts both hands around GBJ's throat, lifting him to a spot over seven feet off the ground. The Bastard holds GBJ there, letting him think about the predicament he's in, before swinging around like a discus thrower and launching GBJ down the aisle. Johnny hits with a tremendous thud and rolls a few times before coming to a stop.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: What a sick fall Johnny just took. That might have taken whatever wind was left in the sails out.

Richard: Might have? I heard that one all the way over here. He's well done, put him on a plate and throw him out back to the dogs.

Nick: This is a straight up mugging and Boda is going to have to live with the fact he didn't get this match off to a fair start.

Richard: The hell with fairness. You think Johnny wouldn't have pulled out a few illegal tactics? Yes, GBJ is going to keep an entire match clean for the sake of fairness. Stop with the morality schtick, Nick.

Boda lumbers the remaining distance between himself and GBJ. A quick pick up and whip sends Johnny knees first into the ring steps. Boda rushes in from behind and collapses GBJ between his 335 pound frame and the post. Neither gives, causing GBJ to slump down and arch backwards.

Nick: Johnny getting brutalized even further and the match hasn't even started yet!

Richard: Boda has to give himself the best opportunity and judging by the land GBJ is positioned, I think he did.

Nick: The human body isn't designed to bend in that capacity. Johnny might be seriously injured.

Boda doesn't seem to care, and if he does then he's not showing signs of it. Boda takes Johnny by the left arm and drags him to the edge of the ringside mats. A pickup into a bearhug signifies evil intentions and Boda plans on fulfilling them. He charges ahead and collapses GBJ's lower back against the ring post.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Another instance of those three hundred plus pounds coming into play. Boda showing no regard for Johnny.

Richard: He doesn't have to. When you are trying to get the gold, a vindication of your career and hard work, all the rules and regulations go out the fucking window.

Scooping Johnny into his arms, Boda throws Johnny over the second rope and slides underneath the bottom rope. The match is officially started.

DING! DING! DING!

Richard: If anybody believes this match is going to last long then they are cynical. Boda effectively used his size and strength while on the outside and now we're going to see the results.

Nick: Results? Johnny can barely move. We're talking about a man's health here and you are concerned with whether or not Boda will come out on top?

Boda pushes his arms up, signaling he wants GBJ to rise for more punishment. The Dirtiest Dude is either conserving what remaining energy he's got left or can't muster any to get up on his feet. A group of GCW fans with pro GBJ signs scream support but most in the crowd feel a chant would be fruitless at this point. GBJ looks to be all but toast.

Nick: If Johnny can somehow wield his way out of this then he is truly a man with more heart than most in the business.

Boda demands Johnny get up again and orders the referee to start counting. Elvis Nixon does so with reluctance.

Richard: The count being laid down. This isn't a last man standing match but odds are Johnny isn't making the ten count here.

Nixon drops a finger in Johnny's direction and holds it in place, glancing back at Boda, who nods his head and encourages the count to continue. Two fingers. Three.

Nick: Johnny still on his face here. You might be right Richard, Johnny doesn't look to be capable of much here.

Four fingers. Johnny's right arm paws around for the ropes, and he is only able to find it after hearing the five count. He's got five more seconds before the match is over and his belt changes hands.

Nick: Come on Johnny, get up! You've got it in you. You can't go down like this!

Richard: Of course he can. Boda is the wave of the future. He's been one of the most consistent players since his return and he'll be damned if he loses tonight.

Nick: I'll damn him if he wins tonight or if he loses, and I'd prefer the latter with how he's handled himself.

Seven. Johnny's arm gets hold of the second rope and now the rest of him slowly rises. Eight. Johnny's glazed over eyes stare at Nixon and before the referee can hit nine, Johnny staggers to his feet and walks into Boda.

Nick: Boda with an arm around the neck. It might be time for a chok-

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: LOW BLOW! JOHNNY GOT A LOW BLOW IN!

Richard: DISQUALIFY HIM!

Nick: Johnny might want to get out of this match just so he can retain the belt. We heard Lisa Tyler earlier, Boda only gets one chance at this!

GBJ! GBJ! GBJ! GBJ! GBJ! GBJ! GBJ! GBJ! GBJ! GBJ! GBJ! GBJ!

Johnny goes completely out of control, throwing wild punches. A good percentage of them land, but Johnny doesn't seem to mind whether or not they land. He needs offense and will take it in the worst way. Some kicks find their way into the mix as well. Johnny backs Boda into the corner and continues unloading with shot after shot. He also manages to mix in some headbutts.

Nick: Johnny is tearing it up!

Richard: Son of a bitch, where did he find the energy to get out of that?

Nick: This is when Johnny can be at his most dangerous. Boda has got to be incredibly careful and try to weather this storm.

The Dirtiest Dude in PRIME continues his melee assault, backing up long enough to punt Boda in the balls and land a double underhook DDT. Johnny slowly rolls toward the apron and grabs hold of the middle rope.

Nick: Dumpster Dive could be coming up here. Johnny knows the predicament he's in and wants to end this match quickly.

Richard: GET UP BODA!

Nick: He can't showboat because Boda has shown he's a giant in the power and size department. Can Johnny get Boda off his feet even with the amount of height he usually achieves?

Johnny pulls on the ropes, steadying himself as he goes up top. Boda stumbles from the canvas, reaching out to try and hold onto the ropes but nothing is there. He drops to a knee and quickly regains his footing. When he turns to the left, Johnny takes flight from the top rope and gets as much hangtime as possible for his finishing maneuver.

Nick: DUMPSTER DI-

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Oh Boda caught him in mid-air!

Richard: Booyah!

The Bastard runs Johnny all the way across the ring and releases him into the buckle. He leaps into the air and lands a nasty Stinger Splash before locking Johnny up in a vertical suplex, holding him in place, and swinging him around.

Nick: Jackhammer from Boda and that might be all right there.

Boda hooks a leg for the cover.

ONE

TWO

THREE-

Nick: What the... Did Johnny kick out?

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Richard: Oh no. Boda just picked him up. He's out here to prove a point, Nick.

Boda shakes his head "No" to the audience and reaches down, pulling Johnny from the canvas and locking him in the same vertical suplex position as a moment ago. He lifts Johnny upside down and displays his strength, removing his right hand and letting Johnny rest uncomfortably in his left.

Nick: Boda just toying with the audience now. He knows Johnny is right where he wants him to be.

Richard: So there is no need to rush.

Suddenly, Boda drops down in a sit out brainbuster and rolls to his side, back onto his feet.

Nick: Orange Crush Pin. One of Boda's high impact maneuvers.

Richard: And it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what comes next.

Nick: The Boda Drop has put some of the best out and it is looking to claim one more victim right here.

Grabbing two handfuls of Johnny's hair, Boda reaches down and pulls The Dirtiest Dude in PRIME up. Fans hoping for one last burst of energy from Johnny are disappointed with Boda hoists him into the torture rack position and swings around for the sit out powerbomb.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: And there you have it folks. Boda already with a cover.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Vince: Your winner of the match... AND NEWWWWWWWWWWWW 5 STAR CHAMPION... BODAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Nick: Well, Boda managed to do it. He managed to pull out the 5 Star Championship and I hope he's proud of himself.

Richard: I bet he is. He managed to do what few in the business have been able to do, take out GBJ.

Nick: Johnny was jumped before the match even began. He had no other choice but to try and go all out in the moment of offense that came his way.

Richard: As a champion, you always need eyes in the back of your head and Johnny forgot Boda can be one of the most devious men on the roster if he desires.

Nick: Indeed he can, Richard, and we found that out tonight. We found Boda's true colors.

Richard: Don't be like that. GBJ knew what he was getting himself into.

Boda steps over the top rope and gets his 5 Star Championship belt, holding it up high for the fans to give him proper homage.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The Bastard gets his arm raised by the referee and confidently walks to the back, ignoring those in the front row lambasting him for the cowardice way he went about achieving the belt.

Nick: Well, that is one title change this evening. Are we going to have two?

Richard: Only time will tell but my money is on yes.

The lights go out.

Someone must've plugged the PRIME-View into MTV because this plays in its entirety:



By the end of it the crowd are buzzing like a colossus vibrator in the dark. The spotlight they all know is coming falls upon the top-left corner of the PRIME-View structure's gigantic metal picture frame; stood in crucifix pose there stands the man himself.

***S* K* Y* M* O* N* T***

Who the fuck is he? His T-Shirt reads "FOLLOW ME... NOT ON TWITTER". His jeans are blue skinny bloodspattered and torn. On his feet are these...



And his mask of choice for today is...



The crowd is obviously roaring at this point. Frothing over the brim and chomping at the bit to hear what The Imaginary Man has to say. He takes a seat, dangling and swinging his feet off the edge after producing a microphone from seemingly thin air and raising it slowly

SkyMont: EVERYBODY NEEDS TO FOLLOW ME, I TOLD YOU GUYS THAT LAST WEEK! It's not a matter of me saying (hand speechmarks) "Follow me" like I'm competing with all these other dickheads or idiots on Twitter. Fuck Matt Millis, by the way. No, this is a matter of me saying follow me like you've never followed anything before. This is a matter of me saying the reason you and everyone else have the desire to be followed or to follow something – the thing you were looking for all along. That one incommunicable word you've been trying to put your finger on since forever is here now. And it is brought to you by me, Skylar Montgomery – THE PROTAGONIST OF THIS NARRATIVE.

The crowd's echo raises a decibel and note in pitch.

SkyMont: NOW LOOK AT THE VIDEO I JUST PLAYED YOU! In the first verse she clearly calls my name AND they use the word (air speechmarks) "stories" AND they use the zodiac wheel in the backdrop. Mark Ronson and Q-Tip have quite clearly decided to do the right thing and follow The Skymonster. Just like you all should.

He picks the shoulder of his T-Shirt between his thumb and index finger, pulls it up and then lets it go. Then he looks at the camera and shows his middle finger. This camera has and intense zoom on it, seeing as he's so high right now

SkyMont: MIKE MILLIS, YOU SHOULD FOLLOW ME! TONY GAMBLE, YOU SHOULD FOLLOW ME! I gave you that win on purpose so you owe me now. What's more – you are not Jack Napier, Jack Napier is a great person and you are not. Jack Napier has an ever-changing backstory and he suffers from a mental illness called (air speechmarks) "super-sanity", which means he wakes up as different person everyday. Do you like my mask today, guys?

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

SkyMont: Jack Napier is self-aware, he knows he is a character in a comic book. Remind you of anyone? Me. YOU, TONY GAMBLE, ARE NOT JACK NAPIER AND SO YOU SHOULD FOLLOW ME! TIM SHIPLEY SHOULD FOLLOW ME! THE FIRST SHOULD follow me... I think he will soon. Good man. ANDY MURRAY SHOULD FOLLOW ME! JAMES VARGA SHOULD FOLLOW ME! THAT NEW BUDDHIST GIMMICK IN GCW SHOULD FOLLOW ME! HESSIAN SHOULD FOLLOW ME!

As this goes on the smallest minority of the most smartest marks in attendance have noticed something amazing that even Skylar hasn't – for climbing up the right side of the gigantic metal structure is none other than Tyler Rayne. The camera zooms out. The Underground Pimp has made it to the top of the PRIME*View, now standing on the exact opposite end as The Protagonist. Tyler takes one step forward. The movement is enough to catch Skylar's attention.

SkyMont: TYLER RAYNE!

The shock is evident, but credit Montgomery for a quick recovery.

SkyMont: ...HAS COME TO JOIN ME!

The Second Coming shakes his head in a firm negative. Skylar takes a quick look around. He's standing on the edge of the PRIME*View. Two more steps back and it's a long ass fall with a real sudden stop. The girder is just wide enough for him to stand on. Nowhere to run. Tyler takes a step forward. Skylar takes a step back. The crowd is quiet, waiting with baited anticipation.

SkyMont: Think about it! You and I together could take this place down! We could--

A middle finger from The Hero of the Day cuts off that speech right quick. Tyler takes another step forward. And another. Skylar has no place to go. He looks down at the long drop again, back at the man stalking toward him. Tyler's pace quickens. A jog that turns into a sprint. It's sort of an amazing feat that he can even run across that thing. The crowd tenses as most of them have guessed what's coming. The Imaginary Man may not know much about Rayne, but he knows enough to know that something bad is rushing his way.

SkyMont: WAIT! Wait! Maybe we can talk about--

Tyler leaps into the air and launches himself at Skylar. Nowhere to run. Nothing to do but watch and wait. Knees first, The Most Desired Man in PRIME blasts into The Protagonist's chest. Skylar is knocked from his feet and launched off the top of the PRIME*View. Tyler lands, quite miraculously, sitting on the very edge of the metal terrace. He watches, along with a stadium full of Baltimore's finest, as Skylar Montgomery plummets some ungodly distance before crashing through a stack of conveniently placed wooden tables. The sound is horrific. The crowd is in an absolute frenzy. Tyler Rayne just shrugs and starts his long climb back down.

Nick: Good grief, Montgomery just fell an incredible distance!

Richard: No more avant-garde makes Richard a sad panda.

Nick: We need to get some medical personnel out here to see if Skylar is alright.

Richard: Did that really happen? I mean since he is imaginary and all.

Nick: It happened, Richard.

A double feature replay shows the fall in slow motion from a few different angles. Those who didn't witness the full view live get to see every bit of the fall on replay and most in the audience cringe.

Nick: God, Skylar could have broken bones and Tyler Rayne just acted as if he didn't care.

Richard: He's going to have all of Skylar's followers in an uproar.

Nick: Shakur doesn't have to be one of those followers, but with a Colossus match potentially in danger, he might have something to say about it.

Richard: You would think.

Nick: Cut away, let's go somewhere else.

The camera cuts away while a stretcher is brought out for Montgomery.

The thump, thump, thump of giant footsteps echo down the corridor. They suddenly scuffle to a halt on the concrete, preceding three knocks on a door. A steel chair grates against the floor within, as footsteps hurry to the door and throw it open.

Chainz: What? Oh, what the hell do you want?

Standing before the Monster from Hell's Kitchen the Murder Show twirls the tip of his beard between a finger and thumb while propping up the elbow with his other hand.

Hessian: Calm your jets ace, I'm not here for a fight.

Chainz: Funny way you have of showing it. Didn’t you get the message in our last encounter? If not, I could reintroduce your face to a slab of concrete. Now where is she? I know you’re involved.

The Murder Show crosses his arms and furrows his brow.

Hessian: Guess again Michael. Like Shakur said, I've been by his side since I came here. I don't appreciate the accusation you're throwing my way.

Chainz: So why are you here? Why are you even back for that matter? Hm? I’ve heard of thick skulls, but brother you take the cake. You some sort of sado-masochist or something?

Hessian grins, but remains quiet.

Chainz: Must be because you can’t possibly be stupid enough to stand in front of me again. I’m a smart man and even I’m having a hard time figuring it out. Did I not go far enough Von Kelsig? You’re suicidal aren’t you? That’s it, you want me to kill you don’t you? So you can join her.

The giant’s eye twitches a bit at the dig, but he continues remaining stoic as Sloan continues to grow red in the face.

Chainz: Return my wife and we’ll call things even. I mean, who else am I going to get to carry that stupid Universal title around?

The giant leans back slightly, cocking an eyebrow as Chainz practically steams from the ears. A moment of silence passes before Big Hess leans back in.

Hessian: I...didn't have a damn thing to do with it. You're dead wrong Sloan. I'm not stupid. Coming back off the injured list and annihilating you on 225 would have been stupid. I ain't having a damn thing to do with you. I just wanted to say that if I hear anything, anything about Tracy...I'll let you know immediately.

Chainz: Why the fuck do you care?

The Murder Show backs away from the door, glancing at the floor before staring the Monster in the eye once more.

Hessian: She was nice to me. I wouldn't want to see her hurt because of something you did.

As the giant turns and walks away Chainz stares after him, unsure of what to feel. His hatred literally flows over and out of his vengeful eyes. As Hessian disappears thoughts of blood and violence quickly fill his head although in the back of it all is the panic of not knowing where his wife is.

The PRIME*view turns to non-PRIMEate Vivica J. Valentine, triumphantly wearing the Global Championship Wrestling United States Championship across her chest like Miss America would wear a sash. Jeers from the partisan crowd quickly follow as she takes a deep breath, blowing the long locks of black and blonde from out in front of her piercing ocean blue eyes.

Nick: I know a lot of people from both PRIME and GCW alike have been looking forward to the next match, Vivica J. Valentine making her not-so-acclaimed return to PRIME. She's been here before Richard with mixed results.

Richard: A big win over Tony Gamble at the one and only crossover Pay-Per-View comes to mind, as well as a fairly average Dual Halo appearance. Her last time here in PRIME she managed to win over the crowd, I don't think it's happening here.

Nick: No, Richard, I don't think it will. Vivica hasn't even been able to win over her own home crowd in GCW... a place where she has been considered a Queen for the better part of a decade.

Richard: The crowd reaction will definitely be radically different this time than last for her match against Gamble tonight.

Intense and focused on her match, Vivica walks right past the opened locker room door of her friend and former co-GCW World Tag Team Champion partner Lindsay Troy. Pausing for a moment, Vivica looks down at the ground, collecting her thoughts before the big match when...

Troy: Red Alert! Red Alert! Intruder in our midst!

The sound of the voice of the Queen of the Ring startled the woman known throughout the wrestling world as The Bulletproof Blonde. Turning around she looks almost as if she's seen a ghost.

Troy (smirking): There's a height restriction in this part of the hallway. Didn't you get the memo?

Valentine: Then I suppose I don't have to worry about running into Gamble again then, do I?

Trying to force a smile, Vivica seems strangely uncomfortable around her friend.

Troy: I'm surprised you only ran into him and didn't accidentally step on him.

Valentine: I'm saving that for next. If I step on him before the match, how do I get any fun out of it? I'd rather make people wait and tune in. Where in the blue hell have you been any...

Vivica suddenly cuts herself off in mid-sentence.

Valentine: You know what? Maybe I'm just better off going to the ring.

She turns on her heel and marches down the hall. Lindsay looks into her locker room and holds up an index finger, then starts to jog after Viv. She clasps her hand on the shorter woman's shoulder and causes Vivica to turn halfway towards her.

Troy: I've been home. When I wasn't home, I was with family at their homes. And when I couldn't take it anymore, I came back to my home on the road. That's where I've been.

Valentine: Then you never caught it.

Vivica gets serious for a second, seeming a bit nervous but it's too late to turn back now.

Valentine: Let me recap where I've been. I knocked Andy Murray's head off his shoulders and threw my life away for the GCW World Heavyweight Championship that I never got. I sold my soul to prove for one last time that I was better than LeStatt Knight and I lost. Those people out there? They hate me for what I've done to prove myself, only to fail to their delight. Do you know what it's like... knowing if you saw the things I've done you wouldn't be standing here right now?

Troy: Well, I wouldn't say that I've been completely in the dark about all of that. Might not've seen it all, but word still gets through the grapevine even when you try to seclude yourself from it.

Lindsay slips her hands into the pockets of her jeans and hooks her thumbs through the belt holes.

Troy: Thing is, Viv, you did what was right for you at the time. It wasn't the most popular decision, and maybe it wasn't the smartest. From what you've said, most people don't seem to understand it. But not everything you do is going to be liked by everyone all the time. I know some people aren't too thrilled about my conversation with Matt last week. That's really too bad, that they can't understand where I'm coming from and that they think I said some shitty things. But that's not my problem and I'm not going to start making it mine either.

Valentine: We're different though. You've always been the one who makes it all look so easy. Quick with the wit, cool under pressure, easy-going to the exact point in which you need to be before you break. You've always let that stuff slide off your back, and honestly I don't know how you do it. You always know what to do, but me...

Vivica bites her lip ring as if she isn't even quite sure where she's going with this.

Valentine: If I didn't have this title for validation it would KILL me. I know I'm good... but I'm not an idiot. Contrary to popular belief. I plan on showing everyone why I'm the greatest champion in GCW History, but someday this US Title is going to be gone, and then what?

Troy: Then you move on to something else. In an ideal world, it's something bigger and better. In reality, it's whatever you need to do.

Valentine: You know, it seems like these days I can't do anything bigger and better without "stabbing someone in the back." I'm running out of friends Lindsay...

Vivica looked back at her.

Valentine: I'm not sure if having my back is the smartest thing to do.

Troy: Friends do that for friends, even if it's stupid and crazy to.

A smile crosses the face of the woman once known as The Fearless Phenom, a real smile for the first time in what seemed like a career. For just a split second the woman she would've seen in the mirror was the same one who tagged with Troy not that long ago.

Valentine: It might end up being the dumbest thing you ever did, but thank you.

Looking away for a moment, Vivica looked back at Lindsay Troy getting back her focus.

Valentine: Now if you'll excuse me, I have an insect to squash.

Troy: One more thing before you go.

Valentine: What's that?

Troy: Quit whining. It's unbecoming of a champion.

Valentine (smirking): Fuck off.

Troy: That's better. Come by after. We're probably going out after the show's over and done with.

Valentine: I'll keep that in mind.

She turns away from Troy and continues on her way to the Gorilla position. Troy just shakes her head and returns to her locker room.

Richard: I always love it when our female quota is above average.

Nick: Like you stand a chance with any of them.

Richard: I've got charm, money, good looks, and I'm on a television show.

Nick: Saying I'm Richard Parker and I'm an announcer for a wrestling show is a pickup line doomed to fail.

Richard: You just wish you had half the game I do.

Nick: I'd have even less of a chance with anybody if I had half of what you did.

Richard: Fuck you, Stuart.

Nick: Not in a million years. Although while we are on the subject of chances, our next match coming up. What do you think will happen?

Richard: One head says one thing and the other says the opposite. I'll be right, regardless.

Nick: Tony Gamble and Vivica Valentine, the sequel, about to go down in just a few minutes.

Richard: Valentine won the first one but we're in an entirely different realm. The all PRIME realm.

Nick: And quite a lot has changed in terms of the perception of Tony Gamble. He's over with the crowd now, and will more than likely have a good percentage, more than the majority, of their support.

Richard: Even though Valentine is considered one of the best in her promotion, she'll more than likely be considered the villain in this match. That's alright by me, though.

Nick: It will be one of the many small factors working into this match. Gamble's strategy seems to be straightforward enough: display wrestling abilities and ground Vivica for as long as he can. Vivica will be looking to go high risk high reward for the duration of the match and try to outlast Gamble in the stamina department.

Richard: Depends on how much Gamble had taken out of him by that festive Oompa song from earlier.

Nick: I think he's going into this with a clear mind, which could be a bit costly for Vivica if she gets into a spot. Gamble's Smile for Me will be very hard to break, considering he's not giving up a height or weight advantage in this match. A rarity for The Grin.

Richard: Well, I guess we go up to the ring and see what happens.

Vince Howard: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is a first round match for the Elite Championship tournament.

A few seconds of silence leaves the crowd in anticipation. Their eyes focus down on the entrance, waiting for what comes next. The anxiety breaks...

"Purity" by Scars Of Life.

The beginning chords bring those who weren't already there to their feet as red jailbreak lights swifl around the arena. Walking out to the ring with her blonde and black streaked hair over her eyes, Vivica J. Valentine greets the jeers of the crowd with a smirk. Pausing for a moment to soak in the reaction, the spotlight reflects off the GCW United States Championship wore like a sash across her chest as she flips her hair back and makes her way down towards the ring.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Vince: Making her way to the ring, from Highland Park, Illinois, weighing in at 129 pounds. . . she is your GCW United States Champion, "THE BULLLLLETPROOF BLONDE" VIVICA JJJJJJJ VALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLENTINE!

Richard: God the things I could do to her.

Nick: And then there are the things she would actually allow.

Richard: In my head I get to do whatever I want.

The Bulletproof Blonde pays no attention to the screams and questions from the crowd as she makes her way down the aisle. Her once night-making entrance full of crowd participation is now replaced by disappointment from the crowd, wishing things were like they used to be. They don't dare stick their hands out to touch their old hero as she passes. The fan-favorite has turned volatile, and even the bravest wrestling fan thinks twice about grabbing her attention as she turns the corner and walks up the stairwell with her head slumped and blonde locks covering her face.

Walking slowly across the apron, Valentine pauses facing the aisle... wrapping her arms around the middle rope. She hangs from the rope, staring around at the faces of PRIME fans all around the arena before smirking and dropping down to the apron and rolling into the ring.

Nick: She's going to have to get started immediately out of the gate against someone like Gamble. The quicker she gets running, the quicker she can dictate a higher octane offense. If Vivica brought her A-Game tonight, she's not losing in the speed or agility department.

Richard: Definitely not in the agility department.

Richard does his best Homer Simpson drooling impersonation.

Walking over to the opposite corner from where she entered, Valentine jumps up to the top rope and takes a look around the audience. Her once vibrant expression is now emotionless as she watches her once frenzied masses cup their mouths so they are sure she'll hear them voice their displeasure. Shaking her head, Vivica jumps back down into the ring where she stays in the corner on one knee. Instead of her trademark Flying V hand symbol, she simply unstraps the United States Championship from around her chest and slowly raises it into the air... showing the fans her worth.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Vince Howard: And her opponent...

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

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



Confident that he has soaked up enough of the crowd's cheers, The Grin marches proudly down the small portion of ramp. Up above his head on the Wal*tron, footage from Revolution 94 when Gamble locked The Illustrious Face Eater into his 'Smile For Me' submission and won the Internet Title plays.

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



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

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



Tony stands in the center of the ring, arms spread out toward the corners of the ring as he circles slowly. Another clip shows on the Wal*tron, this one from the Great American Nightmare; where Tony Gamble became the Five Star Champion by pinning Chandler Tsonda.

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



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

Valentine and Gamble emerge from their corners and get into a collar and elbow lockup. Valentine tries to swing around behind Gamble, but he doesn't allow her to, tripping her and backing her into the ropes. Valentine grabs hold of Gamble's arms and slides out underneath, bringing Gamble's arms through. The Grin flips over and before Valentine can put pressure on his arms, he spins to the left and tries to work in a quick roll up.

ONE

Valentine slides to the left and tries to land a roundhouse kick. Gamble catches the foot, trips Valentine, and drops back in a traditional kneebar.

Nick: Uh oh. Gamble trying to sink in a submission right out of the gate and neutralize Valentine's legs.

Displaying her flexibility, Valentine is able to quickly grab hold of a ring rope and escape the submission hold. She goes onto the outside of the ring. Gamble advances and tugs on the ropes, sending Valentine overhead. He turns back and tries to land a standing side kick, but Valentine ducks under and spins around to land a sweep. Gamble, having only one foot on the ground, hits the deck and is caught by Valentine's speed in a standing shooting star press. Valentine tries to end the match quickly.

ONE

Nick: Valentine will look to quicken the pace even higher and try to get Gamble disoriented, playing to her strength of speed and striking.

Gamble darts to the side while Valentine follows into the corner, landing a knife edge chop and mounting the second rope for a monkey flip. She brings Gamble out of the corner, but The Grin lands on his feet and charges back, landing a left handed lariat. He follows suit by grabbing her head and charging out to center ring where he connects on a bulldog.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Gamble needs to go for technical and high impact maneuvers, along with wearing down the legs and back of Valentine.

Richard: As opposed to when I will be wearing down her legs and back. She won't be able to move after I'm done with her.

Nick: Keep thinking that if it helps you sleep at night, buddy.

With Valentine momentarily incapacitated, Gamble steps on the back of her knees and reaches up to grab hold of her arms. Once he gets hold of the arms, he arches Valentine back.

WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Nick: A rarely seen move in the wrestling industry anymore. Gamble is setting up for a Mexican surfboard.

Richard: Valentine is probably accustomed to bending this way.

Gamble looks out at the crowd and arches Valentine back again.

WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

The third time he pulls Valentine all the way back and puts her in the air. Flashbulbs go off while Valentine vehemently shakes her head, refusing to give up.

Nick: I don't think Gamble is necessarily looking for a submission here, but he certainly wouldn't mind one.

Richard: Valentine not going to give up. She came too far and too long to go down so early.

Gamble either senses this or already had a plan before bringing Valentine up, because he transitions to the side and rolls her back to the starting position. He then rears back and applies the hold again.

Nick: That applies so much agony on the joints and muscles. Valentine might be used to fighting bigger men, but few can keep a hold on as tight as Tony Gamble.

Valentine still doesn't give up, even after the roll through and some profanity. Gamble decides to spice up the action a bit, and puts both of Valentine's arms into one of his, while reaching up and pulling Valentine down in a dragon sleeper.

Richard: Oh that is such a giant fuck you.

Nick: This is Devin Shakur's version of a Mexican surfboard, hybriding it with a Dragon Sleeper. I know Valentine hasn't bent that way before.

Richard: Shakur has to be watching too. Maybe it's Gamble's way of giving him a shout out.

Nick: I sincerely doubt that, but this can be effective.

Now Valentine could run the risk of passing out if she stays in the hold too long. Gamble doesn't hold the neck with the same veracity Shakur did, but the move is effective in itself. Bernie Roberts rushes over and asks Valentine if she wants to give up again, but she doesn't relent on her previous sentiment. She is in this for the long haul and still has no inklings of tapping out.

TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

Nick: The crowd wants her to, but will she? How much energy is Gamble exerting by keeping this hold on?

Feeling he's gotten everything out of the hold he can, Gamble lets Valentine up and shoves her down to the floor. She is slow to move and a bit woozy from being bent at such an awkward angle for so long.

Nick: Gamble has the advantage for the moment. Let's see what he can do with the dominant position.

Richard: Insert sex joke involving me here.

Gamble rushes at the second rope, hops up and flies over with a cross body block onto Valentine. Both land on the floor with a hard thud.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Gamble taking a huge risk and it paid dividends there.

Richard: Valentine will get her momentum back in due time, just wait and watch.

Nick: Even though Gamble is going high risk, he is mixing in a healthy amount of technicality with all of his maneuvers.

The Grin is able to get up before Valentine and pull her back into the ring, keeping hold of her right arm. Gamble swings around, arm still locked, and flips Valentine on her back. Gamble drops down and puts one foot into her ribs and another on her shoulder. With all the effort his body can muster, he pulls back.

Nick: Gamble sticking to pure submission and technical wrestling.

Valentine doesn't like being grounded, especially not for this long. She's spent the better part of the last few minutes in the clutches of Gamble, and she knew from experience the first time it wasn't a pleasant feeling. Now she needs to find a way out or risk having most of her offense jeopardized. Bernie Roberts checks on Valentine, asking if she wants to give up, and while she is stuck in the predicament, Gamble figure fours his legs and reaches back, pulling on the ropes for leverage.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: CHEATER! CHEATER! Why is he doing that?

The referee turns around but Gamble, being a straight up G, is able to get his hands off the ropes and unhook his legs before Roberts sees anything. He produces the permasmirk. Roberts points a finger at him while Gamble rises and spins around, dropping a knee into the bicep and rolling over. He keeps the right arm locked and applies a crossface.

Nick: Now Gamble going for the neck of Valentine. It's almost as if he planned this the entire time.

TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

Valentine's acrobatic abilities aren't going to hold much of a factor when she's unable to move. Gamble's meticulous work on the arm, back and legs are preventing her from making any kind of slide or roll.

Nick: The home field advantage only seems to be encouraging Gamble to keep with his strategy. It's proving effective.

Richard: It's proving he doesn't want to stand and trade or stand and fly with Valentine.

Nick: Not many people in the wrestling world would fancy such a battle.

Richard: I would but I'm into that sort of thing.

Gamble switches out of the crossface and sits on Valentine's back again, sliding his feet forward and locking on a camel clutch.

Nick: One of the more humbling moves in his moveset.

Richard: BAHAHAHAHAHA! Iron Sheik references FTW!

Valentine grunts and groans, spitting in the direction of Roberts when he tries to ask if she wants to give in. Valentine is being worked like a fiddle here, Gamble able to play all sorts of tunes. He keeps the hold on for about ten seconds and wrenches her lower back pretty well. He picks Valentine up, leaps into the air, feet underneath the arms and falls backwards into a pinning predicament.

Nick: This could be it!

ONE

TWO

THREE-

Richard: No! She got out. Whew.

Nick: Valentine barely escaping before the count of three there. She is able to keep the match going, but does she want to at this rate?

Richard: Of course she does. Gamble is exerting enough energy to gas himself out eventually.

Nick: Gamble is one of the more well conditioned athletes on the roster, even though he's got some decent mileage on him, Valentine does as well. Gamble is not going to fatigue so easily.

The Grin keeps Valentine neutralized in the corner, bringing her out with a Japanese arm drag. Gamble runs off the side ropes and drops a leg across the chest. Gamble grabs hold of Valentine's right arm, picks her up and wraps her around for a swinging belly to belly side suplex. Another cover.

ONE

TWO

THREE-

Richard: She does it again. Valentine is like super woman.

Nick: You were on the kick about how much energy Gamble was using with the submissions, how much of the reserve in Valentine's tank is being used to kick out after all those submissions?

Richard: She's got enough. Trust me. That's what I said.

Valentine is groggy but still persistent in trying to get to her feet. Gamble gives her an unwanted assist, pulling her to a standing position. Gamble tries to lock her in a German suplex, but Valentine manages to use the all important low blow as a means of escape. Valentine hits the middle rope, leaps up, and lands a moonsault on The Grin.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Valentine has shifted momentum, but both stars are down for the time being.

Richard: She gets an opportunity to rest while Gamble has to realize that all the time he put in wasn't worth shit.

Valentine claws at the canvas, desperately looking to reach over and grab the ropes. She manages to do so before Gamble, beating The Grin up and using her quickness to close the gap by landing a spinning heel kick to the head. Gamble flops to the canvas while Valentine slides underneath the bottom rope and springboards up. She flips forward 450 degrees and connects on a big time splash. Cover.

ONE

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THRE-

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Gamble kicks out, causing Valentine to shoot a glare in Roberts direction. He raises two fingers to Valentine, who raises one in return and goes back to work, exiting the ring and scaling the ropes. Valentine crouches and moves to a standing position, leaping from the ropes to land a diving elbow from the top rope. One more cover.

ONE

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THREE-

Nick: Gamble refusing to stay down. Valentine might be getting a little flustered here.

Valentine pulls Gamble up a bit hastily and reels off a front kick to the forehead, bringing Gamble back against the ropes. She unleashes a combination of body kicks before finishing off with a spinning back kick to the head. Gamble is caught in the corner, giving Valentine enough incentive to grab him from said corner and drop down, knees into the face with a Face Cracker.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: That might have taken the smirk off Gamble's face.

Nick: Cover from Valentine.

ONE

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THREE-

Nick: Gamble gets a foot on the rope.

Richard: Jesus H. Christ, will this kid stay down already?

Nick: Gamble is not the kind of man to give in easily.

Richard: It's one loss. The man isn't going to be hurt by losing.

Nick: I somehow doubt that.

Valentine grabs hold of Gamble's shoulders and pulls him to a standing position, keeping herself out of reach so Gamble can't drag her to the canvas for another submission. She swings around and locks on a crucifix, pulling Gamble down so he ends up spiking himself on the back of his head.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Now that was a damn impressive maneuver right there.

Richard: No kidding. Valentine might have dished out a concussion right there.

Nick: I wouldn't put it past her. She wants to win this match and feels she can.

Sensing she needs to do just a little more to put Gamble out of his misery, Valentine goes outside and up to the top rope one more time. Valentine puts her back to the ring and curls up into a ball, leaping high into the air for a double rotation moonsault.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: Ho man, what a move!

Nick: This could be the one which puts Gamble down for the count. COVER BY VALENTINE!

ONE

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THREE-

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: For the love of God come on. What else does she have to do?

Nick: She might have to throw the kitchen sink at Gamble to get this one.

Richard: I think she would if given the chance.

Valentine is clearly frustrated, and for her sake probably needs to end the contest now so she doesn't go completely mental. She reaches down and pulls Gamble up slowly. The toll taken on her in the match combined with Gamble being virtually dead weight makes it more difficult for Valentine to pick him up.

Although the sudden surprise of Gamble throwing an enziguri leads most to believe he was playing possum.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Gamble with an enziguri! ROLL UP!

ONE

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THREE-

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Gamble almost sneaking away with one there.

Richard: But he didn't get it.

Both superstars scramble to their feet and go for clothesline, but each use their quick reflexes after seeing what the other intends to do. Gamble and Valentine duck, both spin around and try elbow strikes. Each competitor stumbles back. Both go for clotheslines again and each duck. Gamble comes off the ropes and lands a spinning heel kick to Valentine. He crawls over quick for the cover.

ONE

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Richard: Valentine still alive in this one.

Nick: Gamble used one of his signature maneuvers and Valentine still had the wherewithal to kickout.

Richard: As I said, she is truly an amazing competitor.

Nick: Nobody was denying her that. She's the GCW United States Champion for a reason.

Gamble gets up to a standing position and drags Valentine up with him. He bounces off the ropes and rushes forward, looking to grab the head and slam Valentine to the canvas for a Stop Laughing At Me. The Bulletproof Blonde still has enough presence to duck underneath, spin around and position Gamble for perfect execution of The Siren Song.

Richard: BALLGAME! COVER HIM!

Nick: One of Valentine's signature maneuvers. The Siren Song and Gamble looks to be in bad shape after that. Valentine gets into position and goes for the cover.

ONE

TWO

THREE-

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Gamble showing his heart and determination by kicking out yet again.

Richard: She's going to have to kill him to keep him down.

Nick: That might be the case.

Valentine goes outside and climbs up the ropes, very frustrated. She situates herself and ensures Gamble is down on the canvas. After crouching, she leaps into the air and displays more of her high flying abilities with a double rotation shooting star senton.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Well, she would have if Gamble didn't get a burst of energy and kip up, grab her by the head and plant her into the canvas with the Stop Laughing At Me.

Nick: GAMBLE GOT IT! GAMBLE GOT IT! STOP LAUGHING AT ME! COVER!

ONE

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THREE

Richard: FOOT! SHE GOT THE FOOT UP ON THE ROPE!

Nick: Are you kidding me?

With all eyes trained on Bernie Roberts, he holds up two fingers much to the dismay of the crowd.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Richard: She got the foot on the rope and that's all that matters.

Nick: Great ring presence from Valentine, but Gamble has got a clear and distinct advantage right now.

The Grin gets to his feet and signals to the crowd that he's about to make Valentine Smile for Him.

Nick: With all the punishment sustained already, Valentine is going to have to tap out to this.

Gamble walks over and grabs the legs, trying to pull Valentine into the center of the ring. With all the strength in her body, Valentine keeps hold of the ropes. Gamble locks her feet together and pulls again, Valentine doesn't let go. Gamble pulls a third time and she doesn't let go.

Nick: Valentine understands the importance of this and knows if she lets go of those ropes then she can kiss her hopes of advancing good bye.

Richard: FIGHT IT VAL!

Gamble pulls for a fourth time and manages to get Valentine off the ropes.

But Valentine rolls under and gets to her feet, behind Gamble.

The Grin turns around and falls victim to a step up enziguri. Flush.

Nick: REPENTANCE! Valentine's finishing maneuver!

Gamble hits the mat like a ton of bricks. Valentine drops down and rolls him over for the cover.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Vince: The winner of the match, and advancing to the second round of the Elite Tournament... VIVICA J VALENTINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Nick: Well, I'll give credit where credit is due. Valentine pulled out a hard fought victory here tonight.

Richard: Valentine won it, wooo!

Nick: Valentine was able to come up with a creative counter that used all her abilities, but she knows Gamble was right there.

Richard: Right there counts absolutely no where. Valentine with the victory. Now I just have to get her number before she leaves.

Nick: Fat chance of that one happening.

Richard: I like my chances.

Nick: Gamble loses, but I don't think he lost any respect in anybody's eyes.

Richard: 0-2 against Valentine, parting is going to be such sweet sorrow for The Grin.

Nick: Let's take it to the back where I'm being told we have somewhat of a mysterious conversation going down.

Richard: Mystery is always exciting.

"I've about had my fill of that tramp,"

The words float from the shadows of a loading dock in the 1st Mariner Arena. Perhaps their owner could be identified by voice, but the tone is distorted as it echoes through wide open spaces, bouncing off of concrete walls. In the background, the sound of traffic, drunken shouts... typical of life after the sun has set... filter into the conversation, further wrecking any ability to discern the source of the words.

Voice 1: And she's only been back a month.

There's a strange pause, one meant to let the mind wander, before the speaker continues.

Voice 1: Of course, Troy has always been a walking bitch in wrestling boots. Shouldn't come as any surprise. Still, when she goes and sticks her nose directly in my business... The woman ought to know there are lines that shouldn't be crossed.

It's only now that a second party joins the conversation.

Voice 2: What are you gettin' at?

Voice 1: I'm saying someone needs to knock her down a few pegs.

Voice 2: Are you askin' me to do it?

Voice 1: What? Are you scared? Seriously?

Voice 2: You've got enough henchmen. I'm not interested.

There is another moment of silence, giving the stage to the sound of car horns and tires screeching from some street a block or two over.

Voice 1: Troy is trying to make herself the center of attention again whether she realizes it or not. You might as well be the one who does it so I don't have to do it. You would at least be a bit more unexpected. And don't try to act like you aren't one of many who want to tear her apart.

Voice 2: I told you what I wanted and that ain't it. I don't know what all's goin' on, but I'm sure it'll work itself out. And I'm sure that you've got plenty of people in your crew. You don't need my help.

Voice 1: But you do.

Voice 2: I need you to book this match.

It's said with almost a plea, clearly desperate to step into the ring with someone.

Voice 1: What you want and what I want might not be as far apart as you think. If I give you what you want then we might be closer down the same path than envisioned.

Voice 2: Just book the match.

Voice 1: Consider it done. Next week you get the match. Come hell or high water, Troy will get what she's got coming to her, one way or the other.

Voice 2: Whatever.

Voice 1: Consider it a favor out of personal curiosity. Kid, I think you are walking a line that you'll be stumbling over before you know it. And personally, I'll love it when you do. Hopefully, when the time comes, you'll do the right thing. As for you being considered a henchmen or not, it'll be nice to know we can finally do business.

The final words must be said with a smirk, even hidden in the shadows, they're confidence gives that away, and as the discussion comes to a close, one half of the conversation reveals itself.

Stepping away from the dark, recessed corner of the room, Devin Shakur emerges into the dim light of the loading dock. The smile on his face confirms the confidence in his final words, and all that is left, is the second individual, stuck in the shadows, wondering if they're dangerously close to dealing with the devil.

As of late, it's not often you see the self proclaimed Swagger Champion Elise Ares without her bought and paid for bodyguard Vance Raymes. You're not seeing that here either. Actually, you're seeing the bought and paid for bodyguard without said employer. A large amount of heat is thrown his way from the audience who is watching on the PRIME*View but many still aren't sure what to think of the big man since he obviously is not terribly fond of Elise. In fact, the strain is evident on his face as he is quite obviously talking to Ms. Ares on his cell phone.

Vance: You're kidding me right? You decided to spend the evening shopping for a new car? You had all damn week for that. A special deal? Yeah, I can only imagine what you're giving to make up for it.

The Tortured Artist fights the urge to violently throw his cell against the wall to stop the piercing pain in his head. He throws his arms out in protest.

Vance: Oh yeah, I'll be fine. I'll just deal with Nicholas if I see him.

Voice Off Screen: IF Van Ray?

Vance glances over immediately upon hearing the voice. It's not like he needed to clarify who exactly had joined him in that particular section of hallway, it was mostly a simple reaction.

Vance: Yeahhhhh... I gotta go. Have fun shopping for your new toy.

He closes the phone, almost crushing it in his bare hand.

Vance: Bitch...

Nitz: You're workin' for her.

The camera pans over to the other end of the hall, showing the bright white smirk of The Halo's Hero. In his hand is the big steel bar he brought out to the ring last week. The crowd cheers, but many stay silent as both men stare each other down, alone for the first time since Rayme's vicious beating.

Nitz: So who's tit are you suckin' tonight? Since the loudmouth isn't here, I guess you're not getting a paycheck.

Vance: No, she's out car shopping to replace the car you turned into a crushed up bright pink pop can. Not that I mind really, I felt like puking in the glove box every second I was in it. And for your information, I'm paid in full.

Nitz: Good. Would hate to see you turn your back on someone else for money.

That comment wins a frown on the features of The Tortured Artist. He shakes his head.

Vance: Look Nick, you know exactly why I tore you apart and it has nothing to do with money. If you weren't carrying that bar, I'd do it again.

Nitz: Hey big man, I don't know exactly what that rotten snatch told you. Not like it matters... you should know that anything coming from her fuckin' trap isn't true.

Raymes wheels start turning and he gets a bit agitated. He looks almost ready to jump at his former teammate.

Vance: Listen bud, I've got proof of what you did. You betrayed me and you know it. So if you wanna back up your big mouth, how about you drop that bar and fight like a man?

The Ego shrugs. He knows full well that he can't match up with Raymes in pure strength and power, but he lives up to his namesake and drops the bar behind him in the hallway.

Nitz: Proof huh? It's fuckin' irrelevant you dumb ape. The Spades were supposed to ride forever. Too bad you ruined that by siding with bitch lips. So what're you waiting for? My hands are empty.

The scene is playing out just like an old western, as the two gunslingers are itching to draw. All that was missing was the showdown music and the tumbleweed rolling down the hall in front of them.

Just as the two step forward to converge on each other, many security personnel arrive complete with PRIME shirts and sunglasses. They halt the advance of both Nitz and Vance, but effort is made by both men to break through their road blocks. Nitz yells, pointing a finger at the bigger man.

Nitz: I did nothing to you, ya selfish prick! Just out for yourself, a payday and someone to grease your cock!

The Tortured Artist fights with everything he has, obviously bothered by Donnelly's comments.

Vance: You KNOW damn well what you did! I don't have to explain shit to you either!

Nitz: You're gonna be explaining a lot when I flatten the shrieking princess at Colossus! Then I'll take off your head and put it on a stake like the traitor you are!

Vance pushes back hard at the security holding him back. They stumble a little, surprised at the pure power the big man possesses. He waves his hands in disgust.

Vance: FUCK YOU NICK! My business is my own and if you stick your nose in it, I'll kick it off your face! I'm not dealing with you right now! Just remember that you betrayed me before I ever turned my back on you.

Raymes steps to his side and evacuates the scene. The Ego shrugs off the security keeping him from Vance and he ceases his pursuit. He's breathing a little heavy and shrugs his shoulders. For once, he has absolutely no answers. He calls after The Tortured Artist, but his cries fall on deaf ears.

Nitz: WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO?! Christ...

Nick: And coming up right now, the big one. The biggest match in the career of Michael Sloan will take place.

Richard: I don't know if he's going to be in the right frame of mind for this one.

Nick: He might not be in the right frame of mind, but this could also be an omen for Olsig. While Chainz is obviously distraught over what is happening to his wife, Olsig could be the one Chainz ends up abusing.

Richard: I would look at it as a very scary proposition for Olsig. People have doubted him ever since he got the Championship and now he's going to have that Championship in jeopardy.

Nick: The no rules stipulation might very well come back to haunt Olsig, and haunt him badly. Chainz is going to be an absolute demon of destruction tonight, and want to get this match over with quickly.

Richard: No celebration afterward. He's going to want to comfort his wife.

Nick: This is a match where truly either man could walk out victorious.

Richard: You say that only to be objective. Chainz is the clear cut favorite.

Nick: What if, though, Olsig is able to take advantage. What if Chainz is weaker because of what happened to Tracy?

Richard: I wouldn't think he would be.

Nick: It is a possibility. We have never seen Chainz under this much duress before, and add onto that this is his first ever chance at the Universal Championship.

Richard: I don't think I want to keep Chainz waiting any longer.

Nick: Neither do I. Let's go up to Vince Howard for the official in ring introductions.

Camera switch to Vince Howard in the ring with the house microphone.

Vince: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a no disqualification match! For the Universal Championship!

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Vince: Introducing first, the challenger, he hails from Hells Kitchen New York and weighs in at 295 pounds... CHAINZ!

"My Gift to You" by Korn hits the speakers and the crowd goes in a frenzy of boos and any other insults they can hurl as perhaps the most hated and evil wrestler in PRIME history emerges from the backstage area.

The menacing Chainz doesn't look pleased as he makes his way towards the ring.

As the boos continue to rain down Michael Sloan slides into the ring and paces back and forth waiting for his opponent.

Nick: All business tonight with Sloan.

Richard: Dude is ready to bug out and kill someone.

Vince: And introducing his opponent, from Bogota, Columbia, he weighs in at 223 pounds... THE UNIVERSAL CHAMPION, VANGELUS OLSIGGGGGGGGGGGG!

"Faint" by Linkin Park kicks in over the speakers. Vangelus Olsig emerges from the backstage area, looking flamboyantly emo and getting a lot of love from the Baltimore crowd.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Olsig twirls around to show off the dazzling attire he's sporting this evening. He strolls down the ramp and refuses to touch any fan who has his or her arm outstretched to try and get some dap. Olsig walks over to the ring steps and climbs up slowly. He points at Bernie Roberts and demands the referee hold the ropes open for him while he steps inside. Reluctantly, Roberts obliges and allows Olsig into the ring.

Chainz stares ahead while Olsig removes his robe and accessories. He then hands the Universal Championship to Roberts, who holds it up for the audience before handing it to a stagehand to place on the time keeper's table.

Richard: I can't wait. We're going to see a bomb explode right here, baby!

DING! DING! DING!

Olsig and Chainz barrel out of their respective corners, intent on beating some sense into one another. Olsig goes for a big right hand, but Chainz blocks it with a boot to the midsection and puts Olsig's head between the legs. He quickly yanks Olsig up and powerbombs him to the canvas.

Nick: WHOA! POWERBOMB!

Chainz lifts Olsig up a second time, quickly, and drops him back down.

Richard: CHAIN REACTION! FIVE SECONDS INTO THE MATCH! HOLY SHIT!

Nick: Is this it right here? COVER BY CHAINZ!

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Olsig gets a boot on the bottom rope at the last possible second.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Wow! Chainz went for the big move straight out of the gate!

Richard: He's not fucking around tonight. He wants to get the strap and get out of town.

While the crowd is still buzzing about the potentially quick finish, Chainz glares over at the referee and wonders how Olsig could have possibly kicked out. Once Sloan sees the foot on the rope, he grunts and groans to himself. He had the perfect gameplan and caught Olsig damn near by surprise. The man was out and was fortunate enough to have a foot near the ropes. Chainz drags Olsig toward the center of the ring, and rather than go for a cover, chokes the life out of him.

Nick: As we said, Sloan is not messing around tonight. He wants to finish this match as quickly as possible.

Richard: A mad Chainz is good for nobody standing on the opposite side of the ring, regardless of name or rank.

Nick: Remember, this is all legal too. Olsig couldn't do anything about it even if he wanted to.

Richard: He can't do anything about it. Look at how easily Sloan is manhandling him.

Olsig, even though he's not that much shorter than Chainz, looks to be a small child in the hands of The Monster. Sloan rips Olsig from the canvas and flings him over the ropes onto the floor. The announce team promptly gets the hell out of Dodge as Olsig stumbles back into their table.

Chainz steps down from the apron and darts forward, landing a huge clothesline on Olsig that takes him over the table. The Monster walks around the side, grabs hold of Nick's chair, winds up and slams the steel object on Olsig.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Make no mistake, the people aren't cheering for Chainz. It will be a cold day in hell before anybody shows sympathy for Sloan, but rather they are cheering for Olsig getting beaten down.

Another devastating chair shot to the body.

Chainz winds up and lands a third. Fourth. Fifth. Sixth. Seventh.

He drags Olsig to his feet and slings him into the time keeper's table, toppling the small table, ring bell and time keeper himself down with Olsig. The Monster grabs the ring bell and slams it down on Olsig's head. He then places the bell back on Olsig's temple and stomps down on it, sending The Prince of Delusion flailing around in a heap. Chainz picks up the small table and brings that down on Olsig's back, sending a massive shot of pain up the back.

FUCK HIM UP CHAINZ, FUCK HIM UP! FUCK UP HIM CHAINZ, FUCK HIM UP!

Still paying the crowd no mind, as if in a trance, Sloan takes Olsig's prone body and lifts it into his arms, running full speed ahead and slamming Olsig back first into the ring post. Chainz makes a transition, keeping Olsig in his grasp and running to the adjacent ring post, slamming Olsig between himself and the post. A line of blood comes down the left side of Olsig's face, but blood loss is the least of his concerns right now.

Richard and Nick feel it appropriate to get back to their announce positions.

Nick: Jesus Christ almighty, Chainz is going all out in a complete destruction mode.

Richard: Whoever kidnapped Tracy might want to be watching this, because I've got a feeling they are next.

Nick: I don't think it takes too much brain power to figure out who.

Chainz keeps hold of Olsig and flips him overhead in a belly to belly suplex on the stairs. Olsig's back snaps off the stairs, sending him almost head first into the crowd.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Olsig could have screwed up his back pretty bad there.

Richard: Chainz isn't done with him either.

The Monster explodes from his standing position and spears Olsig through the protective barricade, bringing it down and the two hundred and ninety five pounds he possesses. Chainz reaches up and grabs a fan's chair, pulling them away from it and puts the leg across Olsig's throat.

Nick: At the rate this is going, Olsig isn't going to have much time to do anything other than take the beating.

Richard: He won't get the chance to even like it.

Sloan keeps the chair over Olsig's throat, at the encouragement of the fans, although he is still paying them no mind. They aren't going to help decide this Championship match, and none of them will be able to deal with his personal problems. After what seems like a eternity for Olsig, Sloan lets up and drags him toward the ring, whipping him back first into the ring apron. Olsig arches forward into the waiting arms of Sloan, who lifts him up, spins him around and plants him with a spinebuster on the barricade.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: This is the most lopsided start to a match we've seen all night and for quite some time.

Richard: When one man is out here with something to prove and love on the brain, he's going to do some crazy shit.

Sloan grabs hold of Olsig and with the adrenaline still pumping through him, The Monster has barely broken a sweat. He presses Olsig over his head and launches him back into the ring. Sloan slides under the bottom rope and covers Olsig in the middle of the ring.

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Nick: Olsig kicked out! How in the world did he kick out?

Richard: Heart of a champion? He's got a death wish? You got me.

Nick: The match is going to continue, but for Olsig's sake I don't know how much longer he can withstand the onslaught.

Richard: That no DQ thing is coming back real bad on Olsig right now.

Sloan takes hold of Olsig and brings him up. The Prince of Delusion is almost dead weight, but Sloan doesn't really care. He's itching to get this over with. The Monster hooks Olsig around the neck and flips him back in a T-bone suplex. Olsig spins over to a seated position, head resting against the second rope. Sloan bounces off the ropes, charges forward and puts his boot on the temple of Olsig.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Vicious, vicious boot from Sloan.

Richard: I don't think he can be contained. I just think he's got all he needs to become the Champ.

The Prince of Delusion slumps down, head now across the bottom rope and blood pouring down the side of his head.

Nick: Not a sight you want to show Chainz, especially when he's in this frame of mind.

Sloan stalks forward and pulls Olsig up, dropping him with a big short arm clothesline. He drops down for a cover.

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Nick: Again, Olsig kicks out!

Richard: It might be better if he just gives it up. I'm being serious. The kid wants to have a future in this business, give up the strap now.

With gritted teeth and a red face, Sloan picks Olsig from the canvas and throws him into the turnbuckle like a sack of potatoes. Sloan closes the gap and collapses Olsig in the corner, throwing him overhead in a belly to belly suplex across the ring. Olsig rolls away, perhaps instinctively, and falls to the floor.

Nick: Oh no.

Richard: Fuck this, I'm outta here.

Richard drops his headset while Sloan menacingly walks over and steps onto the apron. Nick follows suit a second later and both men are watching from behind the barricade, even though they know its not the safest place in the world. Sloan drops down from the apron and puts an elbow across Olsig's nose.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Those in the first few rows could hear the crack. For those who couldn't, the pools of blood forming around Olsig's lips indicate his nose was broken. Sloan scoops Olsig into the ring and climbs back up, grabbing a steel chair and advancing toward Olsig.

A trail of blood is underneath Olsig, emanating from two different places. Sloan winds up the steel chair and goes to slam it across Olsig's back.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Olsig was able to look up at the PRIME*View and before falling down from exhaustion, turn around to boot Chainz as hard as he could in the balls.

Nick: A last ditch effort from Olsig.

Richard: Dude came up clutch in desperation, but he's going to need more than one kick to put Sloan down.

Olsig, still trying to adjust from the fact his nose is now broken, reaches over and grabs the steel chair at the feet of a doubled over Sloan. He winds up from his back and slams the steel chair over Sloan's head.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

But Sloan doesn't go down. He only staggers back before advancing forward again.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Sloan stumbles again. Olsig scoots back, trying to give himself some more room to operate. Sloan trudges ahead again.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Finally! Sloan goes down to one knee and he is busted open from those vicious shots courtesy of the Universal Champion.

Richard: I can't believe what I'm seeing.

Nick: Olsig knows about overcoming the odds and he's got to do it in this kind of environment, but we shouldn't forget about his Intense past. He held the Championship for almost a year.

Olsig takes another swing with the chair, straight to the face of Chainz.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The Monster drops to the canvas face first. Olsig looks down and scoffs, wiping some blood away from his nose. The Prince of Delusion steps out of the ring and scales the ropes.

Richard: This could be dangerous if Sloan gets up.

Nick: He's been blasted with chair shot after chair shot. If Sloan gets up from this in time, then I would drop the chances of Olsig winning even further.

Olsig stares at Chainz for a brief moment, knowing he can't waste time. He puts the chair under his legs and flips through the air. Amidst a sea of flash bulbs, Olsig is able to arch himself back in a shooting star press and fall with the chair underneath him on top of Chainz.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Shooting star Arabian facebuster from Olsig!

Richard: Let's see if all that adrenaline is out of Chainz.

Nick: Cover by Olsig!

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Chainz pushes a shoulder up. Olsig looks down with an astonished expression. He thought for sure Sloan would drop after such a brutal maneuver.

Nick: Sloan with another kickout, but the playing field is close to being even. Olsig now getting back into the right frame of mind. A confident frame of mind.

Richard: He needs to quell and quell quick.

Olsig picks Chainz from the canvas and knees him in the head before shoving him into the corner. Another knee finds the midsection. Olsig takes hold of the steel chair and throws it at Chainz, who doesn't do much to catch it. No worries, Olsig didn't plan for him to catch it, as shown by his quick turn and kick to the face. Chainz tumbles over the ropes onto the floor. Olsig observes the situation and a sadistic smile comes across his face.

Nick: I've seen that look in his eyes many times before. Whatever he's got cooking is not good for Sloan.

Richard: Olsig is about to reinvent the way we see Intense.

The Prince of Delusion drops down to the floor and hops over the barricade, demanding fans get out of the way. After witnessing the brutal nature of the match, all within the general vicinity oblige. Olsig sets two chairs on top of one another and takes a third one for himself, the original one he's used for the past four minutes dented in all kinds of ways. Olsig reaches over the barricade and tugs Chainz up, a harder feat to do considering he's leaning over.

Nick: Olsig slams Chainz throat first across the barricade!

Richard: I don't think that's the reason he set up what he's trying to set up.

Olsig wraps a front face lock on Chainz and pulls him over the guardrail. The Monster puts up a bit of a struggle, but Olsig has enough strength in his body to accomplish the feat. Olsig puts Sloan's head comfortably on the two chairs, leaving Sloan's body as the barricade between the guardrail and the chairs. The Prince of Delusion hops over the guardrail and hops onto the barricade with another steel chair.

Nick: What in the world is he going to do here?

Richard: Cripple The Monster if I had to wager a guess.

Sloan's only sign of life is slight movement in his right arm, but he can't free his legs or head from their predicaments. Olsig climbs up the ropes and cautiously walks out toward the ring post, chair in his right hand.

He leaps from the ring post, hang time essential while he puts the chair underneath his feet. The Prince of Delusion gives those in the crowd nostalgic flashbacks from the days when he used to rule the roost of the Intense division and new fans an idea that he might have been worth all the hype coming in.

The Prince descends down on Sloan, chair firmly underneath the feet and targeting Sloan's back.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: A DOUBLE STOMP FROM THE RING POST TO THE FRONT ROW!

Richard: Holy. Shit.

Nick: Olsig might have broken Sloan's back!

Richard: Might have? What optimistic shit are you smoking, dude?

The carnage left in the front row is enough to resemble a car crash. A piece of barricade rests underneath the motionless body of Chainz, while two chairs are tilted to their side a few feet away. Olsig is holding both of his ankles, while an almost bent in half steel chair lies nearby.

Nick: If Olsig can get him in the ring-

Richard: Shit will be academic at that point. No way can Sloan get up.

Nick: If only Olsig made the match falls count anywhere he would be in business right now.

Richard: Seems the stipulation didn't bother him so much after all.

Nick: That's an understatement. Olsig just took this to an entirely new level.

Richard: He just got back in my good graces after delivering such a balls to the wall shot.

Nick: And one has to wonder now, if Sloan is able to get out of this and fight back, will he be able to even have half of the momentum he once did? He's lost blood and has got to have some sort of back injury. He will definitely be slowed down while Olsig... His ankles might be sore but that's all at the moment. Olsig seems to have shaken off the earlier beating Chainz gave him.

Olsig uses the guardrail as support to pull himself up. Chainz still hasn't moved in a good forty seconds. When The Prince takes his first steps, it's obvious he did more damage to his own legs than intended. The limp doesn't help and won't help when he's got to figure a way to get Sloan back in the ring.

Nick: The right leg of Olsig is a bit more hurt than expected.

Richard: That was his plant leg so I do imagine it will be banged up.

Nick: Olsig better hope Sloan is out.

Richard: Dude, he's done. I don't count people out prematurely as much as I used to, but Chainz hasn't moved. Olsig could have ended his damn career.

Olsig shoves past Bernie Roberts, who went over to check on Chainz. The Prince takes hold of the feet and slowly drags Sloan back toward the ring.

Nick: Olsig has to get 295 pounds back in the squared circle if he wants to retain the Championship.

Richard: Castor Strife has to be sitting back licking his chops while watching this.

Nick: I would agree on that. Whoever he gets is going to be banged up, even if they don't compete until Colossus.

Richard: And considering the fact he's going to have a bit of a hometown advantage being on the west coast, it could only be a matter of time.

Olsig gets to the apron and takes Sloan in his arms, scooping him up and leaning back against the apron. Methodically turning around so his legs don't buckle, Olsig effectively uses the stairs and apron as leverage to get Sloan in the right direction. With a last nudge, Sloan rolls into the ring and Olsig follows suit.

Nick: Here we go. Olsig turning Chainz over and going for the cover.

Richard: Turn out the lights. The party is over.

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Richard: You've gotta be fucking joking me.

Olsig is beyond shocked. He looks at Roberts and then back at Sloan. He hooks both legs.

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Richard: Oh shit. There is still life in Chainz.

Nick: Olsig going for a third cover.

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Sloan manages to kick out more effectively the third time, rolling over and clawing for the ropes. Olsig is about to flip out and lose his mind.

Richard: Someone fetch the man a fucking gun so he can just shoot Sloan.

Olsig is in a state of denial and disbelief. He goes over and grabs a steel chair, winds up and cracks Sloan over the back.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

No dice. Sloan still clings to the ropes and pulls for everything he's got. Olsig winds up, putting even more force into the blow.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

But Sloan still doesn't go down or stop his movement.

Nick: Chainz is proving his worth as a human pin cushion, that much is for certain.

Richard: I don't know where he's getting the strength to do this. I really don't.

Olsig rears back and goes for a third chair shot.

The Monster springs to life, pulling Olsig up and slamming him down to the canvas with a spinebuster.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: SPINEBUSTER FROM CHAINZ!

Richard: Head. He hit his damn head on the chair.

Nick: Olsig apparently decided it was worth a try and succeeded in getting Chainz to put his head over that chair. The placement is going to hurt both of them, but it might save the championship for Olsig. Chainz is not in a position to cover him being on his own back.

Richard: We're essentially back to square fucking one. Which man is going to crack first?

Nick: With considerable injuries tacked on for good measure.

The crowd has gotten their money's worth already, many times over, but there has to be a conclusion to this match. Someone has to walk away with the Universal Championship. Sloan and Olsig both lie on the canvas, writhing in pain.

For Olsig it is a time to reflect. He's still got to consider the fact his ankle could be in far worse shape than he would like it to be, and his nose. He'll need to have it fixed, regardless of outcome. It will be far more comforting if he's able to have the Universal Championship in his possession.

For Sloan the respite is a time for hope. He's got bigger fish to fry once the match is said and done. Someone is going to have to pay a hefty price for messing with Tracy, but if he is able to comfort and console his wife, the two can have a celebration for the ages with the Universal Championship.

Both men start the move. Olsig shoves the chair off his chest and reaches over to grab the bottom rope. Sloan moves his legs and gets a full of idea of his ring presence. He rolls over to the right side and rests on his elbow, pushing the rest of his weary and fatigued body up. When he gets to a knee, Olsig follows a narrow second later.

Nick: It's going to come down to, right now, which man is able to get the big time move and put the other one away. We've seen this scenario hundreds of times in the business and in this company specifically.

Richard: But seldom do we get to see it with the strap on the line on a ReVolution. You fuckers at home better be glued to the set, that's all I can say.

Olsig grabs onto the top rope and swings momentarily before pulling up and leaning back against the rope. Sloan gets to two knees and looks over at Olsig. The Prince of Delusion charges ahead, looking for a boot to the head or some other move in his arsenal.

Sloan jumps up to his full height and kicks Olsig in the midsection. He drags The Prince to center ring and holds him in place. He doesn't bother bringing the head all the way down before lifting Olsig high into the air and trying to plant him with a powerbomb.

Nick: Sloan going for the Chain Reaction!

Richard: But Olsig is fighting. He's trying to wrap those legs around the neck.

Nick: I don't think he's necessarily trying to choke Chainz out, but he's just looking for anything to grab on so he doesn't drop.

Olsig tries to reach his fingers down across the tree trunk legs of Chainz, so it will be even more difficult to pull him up. The Monster finds some extra strength, a sixth or seventh wind, but Olsig only makes Sloan trip and go backwards into the ropes.

The bounce back is something he didn't expect. A new lease on life for Sloan as he is able to get Olsig up into the air and violently slam him down to the canvas.

Nick: THAT'S ONE!

The crowd takes a collective gasp of air while Olsig flails about. Chainz pulls The Prince of Delusion up into the powerbomb position again.

Olsig tries to make himself a bit of dead weight, so Chainz will have to readjust his position. He's trying to tilt The Monster backwards again, so feet can touch the ropes and Olsig can have a means of escape.

Nick: Olsig trying to reach into his boot!

Richard: What does he have?

Chainz can't quite get Olsig down and The Prince is going to give everything he's got to make sure Sloan doesn't get him down.

Olsig wraps his fingers around a golden object and slides it up around his fist.

He gives into Sloan and then pops him one across the top of the head. Another shot. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight in rapid succession.

Nick: Brass knuckles! Olsig pulled brass knuckles out of his boot!

The blood coming out of his head combined with the pain in his back force Sloan to drop Olsig down onto the canvas. Olsig seizes the opportunity and boots Chainz in the midsection, lifting him up in an Outsider's Edge. Olsig runs across the ring and collapses, throwing Chainz forward in the sit down powerbomb position.

Nick: SACRIFICE! ON THE CHAIR! CAN OLSIG GET THE VICTORY!

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DING! DING! DING!

Vince: YOUR WINNER OF THE MATCH... AND STILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL UNIVERSAL CHAMPION... VANGELUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS OLSIGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!

Nick: Wow! At the last possible second, Olsig shows the ace up his sleeve and pulls out the victory over Chainz.

Richard: Absolutely stunning. Shit. Both of these guys gave it all they had.

Nick: I've seen some physical matches before, but this has got to be one of the more significant ones. Olsig is able to successfully defend his Universal Championship and will be headlining Colossus against Castor V. Strife.

Richard: As for Chainz... Who knows, but the man doesn't have to go far to find trouble.

Nick: If either Shakur or Rayne are watching, one would have to believe somewhere down the line, Chainz gets a rematch.

Richard: If he does, please put this stipulation back on. It made the match so much better.

Nick: It made this match a wild brawl and capped off an absolutely incredible ReVolution.

Richard: Baltimore got to witness some history tonight. We have a new 5 Star Champion, and Vangelus Olsig, The Prince of Fucking Delusion, is going to Colossus.

Nick: ReVolution 228 will surely host the fall out from this historic night. Be sure to tune in Wednesday, August 4th and if you have a ticket-

Richard: You'll be in for a damn treat.

Nick: Ladies and Gentlemen, for Richard Parker, PRIME, this is Nick Stuart saying good night and we'll see you at 228.

The last image seen is Vangelus Olsig limping around the ring, showing off his Universal Championship.

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