"To the victor go the spoils."

Lindsay Troy, clad in familiar ring garb, comes into view, tracing a finger over the PRIME Universal Title on her waist. Her voice is steady with a veteran's knowledge. Seated atop the Green Monster, under the bright lights of Fenway Park, she's got a bird's-eye view of the stadium where much will be decided on the second night of Colossus VI. She speaks again.

"That's quite the understatement. To the victor...goes everything."

In left field, with arms folded as he looks towards the ring, Tchu gives a knowing smile, Universal Title held tightly against his chest by a right paw.

"Not just a shiny belt. Or, as the case may be, two shiny belts. Not just a story to tell your grandkids. No, when you've lived through a Colossus main event, you've stepped right out of reality and into that childhood fantasy."

In the center field bleachers, tossing a Cracker Jack into his mouth, sits Sonny Silver. Next to him is the Universal Title that he, too, once held. He shakes his head as he looks out at the Colossus site.

"I grew up wondering what it'd be like to put on a show for millions of people, in front of a crowd that lived and died with my every movement."

Sitting on top of the home dugout, letting his legs dangle over the side, is Devin Shakur.

"I told anybody who would listen that one day, I'd be right there, in front of a home crowd for the biggest moment of my career, competing for a belt that mere mortals would kill for."

In the corner of right field, Hoyt Williams inspects the Pesky Pole, finally turning to face the camera, with the Universal Title dangling loosely from his right hand.

"I knew that, when the moment came, I'd be afraid."

Sitting in the right field grandstands, in the unmistakable red seat where Ted Williams' last home run landed, is Chandler Tsonda. The Universal Title is perched across his shoulder.

"But I knew I wouldn't let the fear do me in. I knew I had to harness it, make it mine."

Killean Sirrain sweeps dust particles off home plate with a black wrestling boot, staring off into centerfield. The Universal Title can just barely be seen under his arm.

"I knew that if I was ever going to get the fans on their feet, that if I was ever going to do something memorable...it'd be here."

Ignatius Lisieux leans against the short wall in right-center field, right in front of the bullpen, the Universal Title draped over the wall.

"That's why I did it. That's why I left everything out there."

Tony Rolo leans back in his seat in the away dugout, Universal Title around his neck like a towel.

"Was it worth it?"

We merely see a boot on the pitchers' mound, toeing the rubber. It's snakeskin.

Jason Snow peers towards home plate, clutching the Universal Title tightly.

"Unquestionably."

...

The artwork for Colossus flashes on screen as pyrotechnics once again illuminate the Boston skyline before the camera comes whirling into the stadium to our announcers for the night. Not surprisingly, they have to shout to be heard.

Nick: FANS, WELCOME BACK! WE HAVE NEW TAG CHAMPIONS, WE BID FAREWELL TO KILLEAN SIRRAJIN, AND STILL, THE BEST IS YET TO COME!

Richard: ONLY IF YOU MEAN SNOW'S CONTINUING RAMPAGE THROUGH PRIME!

Nick: I MEAN EVERYTHING ON THE DOCKET FOR TONIGHT. THE FATE OF THREE BELTS HANGS IN THE BALANCE, AS WELL AS ONE TAG MATCH ABOUT LOYALTY AND ANOTHER MATCH TO SETTLE A VENDETTA!

Richard: I ASSUME YOU MEAN THE VENDETTA BETWEEN JON RHINE AND DAVID NOBLE, THOSE TWO REALLY HATE THE SHIT OUTTA ONE ANOTHER!

Nick: FOLKS, LET'S GET RIGHT TO IT. OUR FIRST MATCH IS A HELL OF AN OPENER, SO LET'S NOT WASTE ANOTHER SECOND! WELCOME TO COLOSSUS!

The scene cuts to Nick and Richard at the announcer’s desk. Nick shuffles some papers and sighs, exasperated.

Richard: You should get some bolt cutters, Nick.

Nick: What? Why?

Richard: To break the chain that runs between your balls and the ever-growing stacks of paperwork around this place. LIVE A LITTLE, son!

Nick: I’m just looking for something that will clue me in about this Nova/Sonny-GBJ/Hessian match we have slated. I mean, it’s the second night – arguably the biggest night – of PRIME’s biggest show of the year – one of the industry’s biggest…

Richard: Enough asides with the dashes, you’re killing me!

Nick: …and we know NOTHING about our opener! No hype! No build! No appearances from anyone involved apart from Hessian’s unquestionable dominance in recent weeks…and now 43,500 strong scratching their heads, wondering how this is all about to play out!

Richard: Isn’t there value in the surprise of not knowing?

Nick: I…I wouldn’t have gone about it this way if unpredictability were the primary concern, I’ll just say that.

The sudden screech and hum of microphone feedback causes all eyes to refocus on the first base dugout, where a spotlight has been cast down on a small figure. Upon closer view it’s Nova’s old lackey from back in…last year or the year before or something. He’s sweaty and trembling with stage fright. His complexion is still unfortunate.

Lackey: (Voice squeaking) Uh…please direct your attention now to the face entrance for the arrival of the…(gulp)…greatest wrestling duo in the history of the galaxy, as proclaimed by TIME, Rolling Stone, and an anonymous Amazon.com user poll. Their individual themes will be performed a capella by this quartet of vagrants who resemble the Singing Senators.

Nick: Isn’t Nova’s music one long guitar solo?

Lackey: Introducing first, hailing from…um…(reading closely)…from the other end of the leg attached to the foot that’s buried in your…I’m sorry, yo’ ass…he is a former Universal Champion, Intense Champion, recipient of the Heel Lifetime Achievement Award and Carnegie Mellon Distinguished Tweener Fellowship, and author of "Shades of Grey: How They’ll Love You Again After You Perpetrated Unspeakable Acts of Villainy"…he is and always will be PRIME’s Chairman and Sports Entertainment Liaison, and co-chair of the illustrious CABINET~! He is! SOOOOOOONNNNNNNYYYYYYY…SIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLVEEEERRR!!!

A Capella Vagrants: Bum, bum, bum…who’s the shit…he’s the shit…who’s the shit…he’s the shit…he’s a bad motherfucker…

The crowd erupts as Sonny struts out of the back, clad in red white and blue trunks and a red robe with "Silver" in cursive on the back. He holds up his taped fists and I swear to God, the force of the crowd pop causes his hair to blow back a little. Swear.

Nick: Did you feel that?

Richard: Like a tingling in my…

Nick: In your…

Richard: …fingertips.

Lackey: And his partner…hailing from…um, I’m sorry, this part has sauce on it. (Looking off-screen) Is this the sauce from the Arch Deluxe? They still make that? In Japan? How did you…(re-focusing), sorry everyone…he is a former Universal Champion, Intense Champion, and Five Star Champion…the best wrestler in PRIME history according to two bathroom stall doors, one blog and a forum community that mostly deals with car repair issues…the man who made the industry OD on his talent and then revived it with his penis…he is the Man with the Iron Lungs…the Risen Star…NOOOOOOOOOOOVVVAAAAAAAAA!!!

A Capella Vagrants: Bum, bum, bum…Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time…for y’all have knocked her up…

Nova charges out of the dugout as the crowd roars with approval. He’s dressed identically to his partner, save for a blue robe with "Nova" in cursive writing on the back. He jogs around in place, shadow-boxing before stepping next to his partner, who extends both his hands, open-palmed. Nova nods and raises his hands overhead, before swinging them down with mach force into a fiver. In the distance, fireworks shoot up into the air over the Boston harbor.

Crowd: OOOOOOOHHHH!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Nick: Hahaha! Nice…they avoid the fireworks ban on Fenway by putting them out over the water! I wonder who they have sitting out there helping with this…

The scene cuts to a small boat rocking gently in the harbor. Dametreyus Fuqueiawytas stands at the back of the boat, monitoring a fishing line curiously. CP Cantrell sits on a stool surrounded by boxes of fireworks, shivering.

CP Cantrell: I can’t believe I’m cold…it’s fucking August!

Dametreyus Fuqueiawytas: Is it time fo’ the fireworks fo’ the second "fives" slap yet? I gotta get back to security, man, this is crazy…

CP Cantrell: How did we get talked into this?

Dametreyus Fuqueiawytas: It’s the CABINET~!, boss. Our boys needed help. (Looking over his shoulder) *Sigh* I looked into tattoo laser removal…shit’s WAY too expensive.

CP Cantrell: Yeah, I decided not to, either. Hey, are those blue lights in the distance?

The scene cuts back to Fenway, where Sonny flips his hands over and delivers a resounding fiver reply to his teammate. Everyone looks out to the water…nothing.

Nick: Huh. Guess something must’ve…

Sonny quickly slaps Nova another five, and the night sky is lit up with colors and explosions.

Crowd: OOOOOOHHHHHHH!!! WOOOOOOOORRRD!!!

Nova and Sonny begin walking towards the ring. Nova gives the lackey an approving nod.

Nick: Okay, well fans, it looks like we’re actually gonna have a match here…

The duo make their way towards the ring, Sonny remaining focused on the quality of his strut as Nova slaps the hands of fans. He grabs a small child from the first row, pulls off his headband, and snugs it down on the kid’s head. They pose together as the kid’s dad takes a picture. Sonny comes over grinning, holding out his arms to the kid. The kid begins crying and Nova hands him back over the rail to his parents. They continue walking.

Nick: (Laughing) The fans may love Sonny Silver, but animals and small children will need more convincing.

Richard: Old Sonny would have kicked that kid in the face for refusing his affection.

Nick: Could that maybe sound a little creepier?

Sonny and Nova reach the ring. Sonny climbs through the ropes, and Nova slides through on the mat. The Risen Star climbs to his feet and raises his hand to his mouth as if to speak, but then appears startled when there’s no mic in his hands. People in the crowd laugh, and a chant starts up:

"OLD-SKOOL MIC~!! OLD-SKOOL MIC~!! OLD-SKOOL MIC~!! OLD-SKOOL MIC~!! OLD-SKOOL MIC~!!"

Sonny nods and snaps his fingers. The OLD-SKOOL MIC~!! lowers down into the ring and the crowd goes nuts. Nova takes the mic in one hand.

"NO-VA!! NO-VA!! NO-VA!! NO-VA!!"

He grins and pauses for a minute, soaking it in.

Nick: They may have stepped back from the spotlight, one thing’s for sure, Richard…PRIME fans LOVE these two men.

Richard: Yeah, hurray. It’s not 2007 anymore, everyone involves needs to move on.

Nova: Man…MAN! It feels good to be back…IN BOSTON.

CROWD: RUUUUHHHHH-HOOOOOOOO-AAAAAAGGHHHHHH!!!!

Nova: NOBODY knows how to deliver a POP quite like BEANTOWN.

CROWD: SNOOOOARRRRGGGGGLE-FRAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Nick: These crowd pops are so intense I’m starting to worry about our safety.

Richard: Nick, the woman behind me is eating her baby. Cannibalizing her own child.

Nova: Now I know you’re all saying "Nov, man, what the eff? You’re jerkin’ the second act of the Big Show and we’ve haven’t seen you all summer!" And that’s totally true. I never really got anything set up in terms of momentum for this thing, and that’s on me, for sure. I haven’t exactly demonstrated a shitload of fire in my belly my last couple of stop-throughs here, and in that respect it definitely ain’t 2007 anymore.

Richard: Can he hear us? I thought they couldn’t hear us.

Nova: And I…we…(Sonny nods)…had the chance to blow it off, to say "Fuck it, we squandered our chance, we can’t build something out of nothing," and go our respective ways…

The crowd boos this notion appropriately.

Nova: …but we decided not to do that.

The crowd applauds the decision with vocal rambunctiousness.

Nova: We decided instead that even though it might not be much, even though the window of opportunity might be brief, what we wanted more than anything was just a little face time with the GREATEST FANS IN THE GREATEST CITY IN THE GREATEST STATE IN THE GREATEST COUNTRY ON THE FACE OF THE GREATEST PLANET IN THE GREATEST GALAXY EVER!

Crowd: BLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH-OOOOOOOOOOOO-UUUHHHHHHHH!!!! ~~!!!!!!@@!!

Nova: So while we’re here, let’s fuckin’ RAGE! Bring ‘em out!!"

The Risen Star releases the OLD-SKOOL MIC~!! and motions towards the third place dugout. Sonny releases a few snap kicks into the air.

Nick: Sounds like the CABINETeers are ready for their opponents…but are Garbage Bag Johnny and Hessian ready for these two?

Smoke begins flowing out of the away dugout and strobe lights flash around Fenway Park. The first thing visible out of the cloud to emerge onto the path to the ring…is a pair of legs, dangling out of a wheelbarrow.

Nick: Umm…

Richard: Oh my god, is that a young latino girl? Are they bringing her from the parking lot? I swear, Nick, it was really dark where I was parking and she just walked out in fro-

Nick: I think that’s Garbage Bag Johnny, Richard. I…I think Hessian is pushing his tag team partner in a wheelbarrow towards the ring.

A close shot shows Nick’s assertion to be valid. Garbage Bag Johnny appears to be passed in the wheelbarrow which Hessian is pushing towards the ring area. The former AWC star is hugging a half-empty handle of whiskey to his chest.

Richard: Wow.

Nick: That man won the Dual Halo.

Vince Howard: Their opponents…first, hailing from Detroit, MI, standing SEVEN FEET TWO INCHES TALL, weighing in at 355 lbs…he is a former Intense Champion…he is the Murder Show, the Construction of Destruction…he is HEEEEESSSSSSSIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!

Nick: Looking as scary as ever.

Vince Howard: And his partner…

Richard: Is wicked, WICKED drunk.

Vince Howard: …hailing from Chicago, IL…standing 6’1" and weighing in at 221 lbs…he is the Dirtiest Dude in PRIME…GAAAAAAARBAAAAAAAAAAGE BAAAAAAG JOOOOOHNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYY!!!

Hessian’s heavy metal theme blasts over the arena PA.

YOU REMEMBER, YOU REMEMBER ME, YES,
I REMEMBER WHAT WE ARE, I REMEMBER ONLY SCARS,
I REMEMBER ONLY STARS, I REMEMBER HELL AND MOTHER,
I HAVE SEEN THE EYE OF GOD, YOUTH TRUST GO-

Suddenly, Hessian’s music cuts out. After a moment, the familiar sounds of a band starting up signal great danger for the Hardcore Monster.

Start spreading the news, I’m leaving today
I want to be a part of it – New York, New York

Ravenous crowd booing is accompanied by a hailstorm of concession stand garbage down onto the Murder Show. Security people begin searching desperately for riot shields, garbage can lids, or anything to blow the stream of Coke cups, hot dog wrappers, and used condoms.

Nick: Did someone switch Hessian’s music from heavy metal to "New York, New York" by Frank Sinatra? For a show in Fenway Park, Boston?

Richard: Hee, hee, hee…

Nick: Richard! You knew Nova and Sonny would do this, wouldn’t you?

Richard: They called it "Operation Tuneswitch," Nick! Come on, don’t look at me like that…you know us heels and heelish characters, anything dastardly goes down at a show, we all tweet it to each other well or make Facebook groups about it, it’s like some crazy network!

In the ring, Nova and Sonny fall over themselves laughing. Hessian ignores the barrage as security men scramble around him, frantically deflecting the mess. A glass bottle bounces off of Hessian’s forehead. He doesn’t blink. Neither does GBJ, whose head lolls around in the wheelbarrow as a thin layer of garbage begins to accumulate over his chest.

Richard: Probably not unfamiliar territory for that bum. Sleeping like a baby.

The music cuts out and the crowd vitriol simmers to a manageable din as Hessian approaches the ring. His eyes remain focused intently on Nova and Sonny as he reaches with one arm into the wheelbarrow and pulls GBJ from the pile of garbage. He tosses his partner over his shoulder and walks over to the empty corner, where he sets GBJ down on the apron and leans him against the turnbuckle post. Impressively, the handle of whiskey is still in his unconscious clutches.

Nick: I don’t often say this, but right now I don’t envy the Murder Show’s chances alone against two Hall of Famers!

Richard: I’m sorry, did you watch ReV 200? I don’t envy these two rusty windbags against a guy who’s been tearing it up here AND over at PTC.

Nick: Damn. Point taken.

Richard: Oh, I WORKS for the money, honey.

Hessian climbs up onto the apron slowly, eyeballing the CABINET~! duo. He steps through the ropes with equal deliberation, rising up on the inside to his full statute, cracking his neck, and stretching his shoulders. Then he offers a sadistic grin to the opposition.

Nick: Well that’s the sound of the bell, and we are officially underway with competition on Night Two of the Colossus VI weekend! Nova and Sonny communicating now about who will start in this odd contest…

Nova bows and gestures for Sonny to go for it. Sonny ardently shakes his head. Nova insists. Sonny insists. Hessian charges.

Nick: Hessian charging in, but nothing there as Nova and Sonny duck under…the duo congratulating each other now on the quick escape…Hessian explodes out of the corner with another clothesline, and this time gets a pound of flesh on his opponents! Nova and Sonny down, and they’re rolling to the outside!

Richard: Ah, the ol’ "roll to the outside for regrouping and scheming"…a special place in my heart, for sure.

Nova rests one hand on a knee while fanning himself with the other. Sonny slaps his cheeks a few times to wake up. Hessian grips the top rope with both hands, glaring down at the duo. Sonny moves around, in between Nova and Hessian, and a moment later, Nova jumps forward, stepping off his partner’s locked hands to spring up with a right hand into Hessian’s face.

Nick: HARD SHOT to Hessian’s face, and some innovative offense from the CABINET~!

Richard: Oh what, they cured cancer because they tried a cheerleading move? Whoopie.

Hessian stumbles back, one hand going to his eye. Nova grips the top rope and springs up onto it, catching his balance for a moment before leaping off with a cross-body into Hessian’s arms.

Nick: The Hardcore Monster able to take the force of that jump and hang onto Nova here…the Risen Star in a dangerous spot…

Hessian reaches with one hand and clutches Nova’s throat…and then with a loud growl, he hefts Nova higher and with his other arm pushes Nova’s body out, swinging it around as he drives the Hall of Famer into the mat with a chokeslam. The crowd recoils from the force of the impact.

Nick: My WORD! Nova looked like a ragdoll as Hessian spun him around for that chokeslam!

Richard: Clean-up on Aisle Six! Stoner down! Requesting a spatula!

Hessian remains on one knee, placing a massive paw on the Risen Star’s chest for the pin.

Nick: Going for it…one…TW-NO! Sonny Silver charging across the ring with a STIFF shin kick to the side of Hessian’s head…and the Murder Show shakes it off!

Sonny steps back, loosening up his limbs as Hessian stands up and takes a step forward.

Nick: Sonny sizing the big man up…

Silver takes another step and then springs forward with a palm strike into Hessian’s chest. He follows it up with a stiff shot at his leg, and then a series of rapid jabs and strikes into Hessian’s chest and a chop to his throat. Hessian stumbles back, coughing.

Nick: VERY few people in this industry have striking game like the veteran Silver, and right now it’s enough to slow the Hardcore Monster’s momentum.

Sonny jaw-jacks for a moment, no doubt likening Hessian’s mother to a booze-besotted lady of the night, and then launches another kick toward the Murder Show…but Hessian steps forward and grabs hold of Sonny’s knee with one hand and clutches at his throat with the other. Then Hessian jerks him around, flinging him back against Nova and knocking them both over.

Richard: So much for slow that momentum…

Nick: And now Nova and Sonny are taking another time-out!

Nova and Silver roll out of the ring. Nova pulls a piece of paper out of his tights and unfolds it into a large map-like piece of parchment. He removes a pair of reading glasses from his tights and begins analyzing the paper with Sonny.

Nick: It looks like…some kind of game plan? They’re strategizing…

Richard: Pffft, alright rook. That’s their Stink Map. Don’t you know all great wrestlers carry a Stink Map in their tights with their match strategy mapped out on it?

Nick: You’re messing with me…a "Stink Map?"

Richard: Nick, you’re killing me. A "map" because it has their strategy…"stink" because you gotta hide it underneath your balls.

Nick: Why not just stick it in your boot or something?

Richard: That’s not how the Stink Map works. You know I heard that right before the 2006 Jewel in the Crown Finals, someone accidentally ran Angelo Deville’s Stink Map through the wash? Look what happened.

Nova folds the Stink Map back up and nods to Sonny, who slides under the bottom rope in time for Hessian to stomp his back down. Hessian lands two more kicks to his midsection before Nova grabs hold of Sonny and yanks him back out to the outside. Then he grabs Hessian’s legs and pulls them out, causing the big man to fall. Springing up onto the apron, the Risen Star launches himself over the ropes into the ring with a leg drop across Hessian’s throat.

Nick: Nova trying to ground Hessian here, but he’s not the legal man…I think…

Richard: I don’t think anyone ever actually started off here…Hessian’s been content to kick BOTH their asses!

Nick: His contentment is probably low right now as Sonny climbs over the post onto the second turnbuckle…and he comes down with a forearm across the face of Hessian!

Nova steps through the ropes as Sonny stays on Hessian firing shots into his face. Silver rolls off and grabs the big man by the scruff, slowly lifting him up while delivering kicks to his chest. Then Sonny shifts to Hessian’s side, dropping him back to the mat with a Russian leg sweep.

Nick: Silver managing a string of legitimate offense here…

Richard: I loves me some Sonny Silver, but it’ll take more than a Russian leg sweep to put this one away.

Nick: Gotta crawl before you can walk.

After a few elbows, Sonny raises Hessian up…but Hessian swats his arms away and shoves him hard back against the ropes. Sonny stares up at him indignantly…and then launches himself forward with a headbutt that THUNKS! into Hessian’s chest and causes him fall backwards down to one knee.

Nick: DESTRUCTIVE headbutt from the Silver Lining, but he seems pretty out of it himself after that!

Richard: Headbutts are a curious thing, aren’t they?

Sonny wanders around in a daze, his arm outstretched for the tag…but doesn’t find his partner.

Nick: Silver looking to tag out to Nova, but his best friend is nowhere to be found!

Richard: Haha! It ain’t ‘cuz you’re dazed, Sonny…Nova’s on the other side of the ring!

Sonny yells angrily for Nova to come over for the tag. Nova shrugs, a familiar "You caught me" grin on his face. He drops the Sharpie in his hand, and turns GBJ’s unconscious face around for Sonny to see. Above the Dirty Dude’s eyebrows is scrawled:

8=====D- - --
PENUS

Richard: How is that funny? He misspelled "penis"…seriously, don’t any of these guys have a little education?

Nick: Most of them, not really…

Richard: Oh, yeah.

Sonny laughs for a moment, then remembers he’s mad Nova isn’t in the corner for the tag and begins yelling again. Nova’s eyes widen and he points behind Sonny, but Silver turns around too late to avoid Hessian’s arms wrapping around his body and lifting him into a crushing bearhug.

Nick: Hessian squeezing the life out of Sonny Silver!

Hessian wrenches the bearhug and lifts Sonny higher before dropping him down to the mat. He doesn’t let go, however, and pulls Silver back up, lifting him into the air before spinning him around and dropping him down across his knee.

Nick: The Kiss of Death! That’s Hessian’s trademark tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!

Richard: Not good for them. Nope.

Nova frets as Hessian hoists Silver into a Canadian Backbreaker Rack.

Nick: Oh, that is NOT good, Rich! This only leads one place…

Hessian drops Silver with a thunderous Ganso Bomb.

Nick: HELLEVATOR!!! Silver is OUT!! And his partner knows it!

Anticipating the pin, Nova slides under the bottom rope. He stands up…

CRASH!!!

…and the lights get turned out as GBJ swings his handle of whiskey like a bat to the side of the Risen Star’s head, shattering it and causing booze to rain in every direction.

Nick: WHAT?! GBJ, passed out the whole match, just CLOCKED Nova with that handle of booze!

Richard: I guess the impact of that Hellevator woke him up…just in time! But if I were in that audience I’d get tested…it was GBJ drinking out of that thing, you know.

Nick: Hessian on Sonny for the pin…ONE! TWO!!! THREE!!! He did it! The Murder Show and, err, Garbage Bag Johnny pick up I believe their first wins here at PRIME’s flagship PPV Night Two!

GBJ holds the broken half of the bottle over his head, tongue out to catch the drips. The ref cautiously raises Hessian’s hand, and the Hardcore Monster shrugs him off, quickly exiting the ring as his theme roars over the PA.

Nick: Recently that man has been SCARY in the squared circle!

Richard: "Recently," Nick? Remember when he threw Vampir Nosferatu down an elevator shaft? I’ve been scared of Hessian for YEARS!

In the ring, Nova rolls over, gripping the back of his head. Sonny is on his knees. He looks over at his partner with a smirk, obviously irritated.

Nick: Another Colossus loss for two of the company’s All-Stars…but they never fail to entertain.

Nova gives the "I’m sorry" shrug and lights a cigarette before removing a flask from his tights. He takes a swig and offers it to his pal.

Nick: How can he carry so much crap in those tights? I can practically see the veins in his legs they’re so tight!

Richard: Interior cargo pockets, Nick. Wave of the future.

Nick: I hope everyone is ready for what is no doubt going to be one violent, disgusting match.

Richard: Why, is your mom going to be in it?

Nick: How amusing Richard, I nearly forgot to laugh.

Richard: See Nick, that’s your problem. No sense of humor.

Nick: Maybe you’re just not as funny as you think?

Richard: Biggest lie you’ve ever told Nick. Everyone knows I’m hilarious.

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

David. Noble

Nick: Thank God, at least I don’t have to listen to your comedy routine anymore.

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

Out of the first base dugout David Noble emerges to a pop from the capacity crowd. People cheer him as he nods his head in anticipation for the Intense Title match.

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

As the chorus hits, Noble hops up and down a few times before he races over the pitcher’s mound and towards the ring.

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

Noble then runs up the steps and alongside the ring apron before he runs up the nearby turnbuckles and hops onto the top turnbuckle as he looks out at the crowd. He then hops off the top turnbuckle and lands in the middle of the ring as fireworks shoot up outside of Fenway.

Let It Rock
Let It Rock

Vince Howard: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is scheduled for one fall and is for Intense Title. Introducing first from Buffalo, New York, weighing in at 225 pounds and standing 6 feet and 2 inches, he... DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVID! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBLE!

Richard: This kids got no chance in hell of pulling this one out.

Nick: Well since it’s a triple threat match he doesn’t need to pin the champion to walk out with the title.

Richard: Oh right, like he’s going to pin Chainz?

Nick: He’s beaten him before.

Richard: Maybe, but with the roll Chainz has been on I don’t think there’s anyone out there that can beat him right now. Six wins in a row and now he’s going to pull this one out and walk out the Intense champ, and what an Intense Champ he’d be.

Nick: Well he has been on a tear lately and only time will tell. Speak of the devil, literally.

My Gift to You by Korn hits and is immediately joined by a chorus of boos that could be heard across town.

Nick: The fans certainly not shy about showing their hatred for Chainz.

Richard: They cheer for the Red Sox so what do they know.

The fans continue booing until, almost in unison, they gasp. Out of the third base dugout emerges Chainz wearing a Yankee’s cap, but he isn’t alone. Tracy is by his side, wearing a Yankee’s cap and a Yankee’s shirt that is tight around the chest as always. Still, that is not what draws the ire and disgust of the fans.

Chainz is smiling and holding a leash, which is attached to 3 collars. The collars are attached to the lovely necks of three young ladies wearing skimpy bikini’s and Boston Red Sox baseball caps. They crawl on their hands and knees as Chainz walks them like dogs in front of the capacity crowd. Tracy covers her face in her hands in embarrassment as she follows her husband towards the ring. Everyone, including David Noble, look on in revulsion.

The fans are so disgusted and angry that they just stand frozen and continue booing as loudly as possible while Chainz emerges towards the pitcher’s mound where the girls have to crawl through the dirt, getting their hands and knees dirty.

Richard: Now that’s a damn entrance if I’ve ever seen one.

Nick: That’s just disgusting. How could he do that to those girls?

Richard: Right, like he forced them to. Their Red Sox fans, they’ll do anything. They have no shame.

Chainz pulls on the leash a bit and drags the three girls towards the ring where he hands off the leash to crew member, who thankfully, leads the girls towards the back. Chainz climbs into the ring, throws off his Yankee’s cap, and smiles at David Noble as he imagines the things he’s going to do. His music finally dies down, but the boos continue raining down like beer at a Cubs game.

Vince Howard: Introducing next, from Hells Kitchen, New York weighing in at 295 pounds and standing 6 feet 5 inches tall, he is… CHAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIINNNNNNNNZZZZZZZZZZ.

More boos fill Fenway.

Richard: These people don’t know what they’re even booing about. Chainz is the reason this match is going to be interesting. No one cares about David Noble and Jonathan Rhine has being MIA for the last few months, I highly doubt he’s going to be much of a factor.

Nick: He has been missing and I’m sure the ring rust will be evident, but you can never count out a champion.

Richard: Well I just did.

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

# AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! #

Explosion outside of Fenway. The music kicks into a heavy riff and the singer screams loudly as Jonathan Rhine walks out of the first base dugout with the Intense title draped across his shoulder.

Vince Howard: Making his way to the ring from new Orleans, weighing in at 238 and standing 6 feet 2 inches, …'THE NEW LIFE' JONAAATHAAANNN RHIIIIIIIIIIINE!

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

Rhine smiles at the crowd as he steps onto the mound and holds up his title.

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

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

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

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

Richard: His music is very fitting. Watch him bleed? I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.

Tommy Giles holds up the Intense title, showing each of the three competitors what they’re going to be competing for and with that the bell rings.

Richard: Here we go, finally time for some violence.

The match starts with all three pacing the ring back and forth, eyeing each other and trying to intimidate the others. Chainz suddenly stops and slides out of the ring and looks like he’s just going to sit and watch.

Nick: What’s he doing?

Richard: Being smart and letting those two idiots bash each other to pieces before he gets involved.

Nick: Noble has his eyes locked on the monster, but he should really keep his eyes on Rhine.

Taking the opening Rhine charges at David Noble and lands a few shots to the face before whipping him to the ropes. He bends over to attempt a back body drop, but Noble stops his momentum and kicks the vulnerable champion. Rhine shoots up from the kick and is immediately met with a clothesline. Noble quickly drops for the cover.

One…

Two…

Nick: No, kickout. Noble going for the quick win, but I don’t think it’s going to be that easy.

Both superstars are quickly back to their feet. Noble attempts a roundhouse kick, but the Intense Champion and former SCCW Universal Champ is quick to duck under the boot. With the young superstar’s back to the veteran, Rhine wraps up and swings back, delivering a perfect looking Russian leg sweep.

Pulling Noble off the mat, Rhine hooks in and delivers a fisherman suplex, bridging and holding the move for a pinfall.

One…

Two…

T…

Nick: Kickout!

Still, there seems no worry from Chainz outside the ring.

In the squared circle, Rhine pick David up, but Noble pushes away the Intense Champion’s hands and starts firing off a rapid succession of punches, working Rhine towards the corner. Out of nowhere, Rhine slams home an elbow that ends Noble’s assault, causing the superstar to clutch his face and turn away. Rhine leaps to the turnbuckle and springs off, flipping through the air.

Nick: Breahtaker!

But the Intense Champ doesn’t connect with thebulldog. Noble slips out of the way. Rhine avoids disaster, showing amazing athleticism by completing the flip and landing on his feet. When Noble turns around, Rhine leaps high into the air and connects with a hurricanrana.

Nick: What incredible agility! Rhine missed with the Breathtaker, but landed on his feet and scored with a beautiful hurricanrana

Richard: Noble tried to avoid disaster, but just couldn’t make it happen!

Noble rolls through the impact and right back to his feet, where Rhine greets him with a side belly to belly suplex. The crowd cheers while Chainz continues to watch on, a sick smile on his face. A second belly to belly suplex follows the first. As Noble uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, he turns in time to catch a boot to the gut from Rhine. However, the Intense Champ is quick to react. Jumping to the air, he cracks his right foot against the back of Noble’s skull.

Nick: Enziguri!

Rhine hops up to his knees and makes the cover, hooking Noble’s leg.

One…

Two…

Th…

Nick: Another kick-out. We know there’s a lot of fight in this young superstar, David Noble.

Chainz doesn’t even make an attempt to get back into the ring to stop the count. Tracy approaches him with questioning eyes. She says something to him as he nods then grabs her suddenly and plants a huge kiss on her lips.

Richard: Whoever said Chainz wasn’t a romantic.

Nick: He doesn’t seem to be focusing on this match at all Richard. Meanwhile the action continues in the ring. Noble helps Rhine to his feet, a shot to his face, irish whip into the turnbuckle followed by a big splash in the corner.

On the outside, Chainz finally stops making out with his wife and slides back into the ring feeling rejuvenated. He charges at Noble and Rhine who are now exchanging punches in the corner, but Noble gets out of the way just in time leaving Rhine to absorb the near 300 pounds of Sloan.

Nick: Noble keeping his wits about him and got out of the way just in time. Quick leg strike on Chainz who’s knee buckles a bit. A punch to the face, but the monster just shoved him off.

Chainz quickly grabs Noble and grabs him by the throat, lifts him in the air, and holds him there choking him. After a few seconds he throws Noble down to the mat with a thud.

Nick: Chainz now seemingly in control of this match.

Richard: And you were worried.

Nick: He’s still not fully focused. Chainz now taunting the fans completely unaware that the champ has recovered and is waiting behind him.

Rhine grabs Chainz’s shoulder and kicks him in the stomach. He goes to deliver a DDT, but Chainz blocks it and grabs Rhine around the waist and hoists him over with a belly to belly suplex. Rhine grabs his back in pain as Chainz goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

Th-…

Nick: Close one there, but the champ has a lot of fight in him.

Richard: We’ll see how long that fight’ll last.

Chainz rolls out of the ring and checks underneath for a weapon. It’s slim pickings due to PRIME’s promise to keep the field as pristine as they found it. Still, Chainz emerges with a chair in hand. David Noble has the same idea on the other side of the ring as he pulls out a chair as well. Jonathan Rhine rolls out of the ring and begins to look for a weapon of his own, but doesn’t find anything. Chainz and David Noble, with their eyes glued on each other, encircle Jonathan Rhine.

Nick: This doesn’t look good for the champ.

Jonathan Rhine sees the predicament he’s in and decides a good offense is better than nothing. He charges David Noble and grabs the chair. As the two fight for the chair Chainz lunges at them, swinging the chair. Noble ducks out of the way as the chair connects squarely with Rhine’s head. He stumbles back and somehow keeps his balance. Noble picks up the chair he dropped and tries to take Chainz’s head off, but he ducks as well leaving Rhine to be the recipient of another chair shot to the face that floors him.

Richard: You were saying about the fight in him?

Nick: After those two hellacious chair shots the champion looks to be out of it!

Chainz and Noble take swings at each other and end up clashing chairs. The vibration causes Chainz to lose a hold of his chair. Noble quickly shoves the chair into his midsection doubling the monster over. He then rears back with all his might and cracks Chainz on the head with the chair.

Nick: That chair has been dented to high hell.

Richard: I don't think that a chair shot is going to stop Chainz very long.

True to Richard’s word Chainz slowly begins rising to his feet. David Noble quickly jumps onto the ring apron and waits for the madman to rise. As he rises Noble flies off the apron with a drop kick that lands true. Chainz stumbles back and over the guardrail and into the first row of fans.

Nick: Those people need to be careful around that man.

Richard: Look at his screaming fans!

Fans are screaming, but not because they’re fans. The women that Chainz landed around know his history and are screaming at the top of their lungs as he stands up and lustily glares at them.

Nick: Boy this sure is backward; the security is there to protect the fans from the wrestler and not the other way around.

Richard: He’d show them the time of their life if they’d only give him a chance. I swear Nick, that man is misunderstood.

Nick: How can you even say that? The man is an animal.

Chainz winks at a few of the ladies and turns back towards the ring. Noble already has the chair that Chainz was using in his hands. As Chainz turns to face the ring he’s met with a huge chair shot that cracks his skull and busts him open. Chainz plops back into the lap of a gentleman and the two go tumbling backwards taking out a few fans nearby.

David Noble climbs onto the guardrail and positions himself with the chair above his head. He motions for the nearby fans to get out of the way. As Chainz slowly rises and turns back towards the ring again Noble leaps off, bringing the chair down on the skull of Chainz again. Chainz stumbles a bit as blood blinds him before he lands on the guardrail and manages to hold him up.

Taking the opportunity, Noble switches chairs with a fan and begins to repeatedly smack the chair on Chainz’s exposed back. Shot after shot connects as Chainz remains leaning on the guardrail, helpless. One final shot sends Chainz over the rail and onto the mats lining the field around the ring. He holds his back as pain shows on his face.

Richard: Any normal man would be out cold from shots like that, but I just think they’re going to make him angrier.

Nick: Jonathan Rhine is still knocked out on the outside from earlier chair shots, but he looks like he’s starting to stir as well.

Chainz rolls towards the ring apron and uses it to help him to a vertical base. As he stands he promptly rolls himself back into the ring to try and recover. David Noble hops back over the guardrail and enters the ring as well. He goes to lift Chainz, who was playing possum, and eats a right hook. Chainz grabs Noble’s head and hits it with his own.

Nick: Huge headbutt there and if I’m not mistaken it looks like David Noble is now bleeding as well.
Richard: Ah, he just chummed the water now the shark is going to rip him to shreds.

Like a shark smelling the blood Chainz seems to have a second wind as he goes to work. He throws David Noble against the ropes and on the rebound connects with a super kick that nearly takes Noble’s head off.

Nick: The Chain Link! That kick nearly decapitated David Noble.

Richard: I told you this man was inhuman. The amount of punishment he can take and keep coming is incredible. Noble’s going to need an entire army to bring this man down.

The various military personnel that came out to see David Noble try to get behind him and will him to his feet. Chainz, not giving Noble an inch to breath, quickly grabs his leg and puts him in a sharpshooter.

Tommy Giles checks on David Noble to see if he’s willing to give up. The brave, young man shakes his head defiantly as he struggles to get out of the hold. Jonathan Rhine, seeing his title about to be lost, scurries into the ring and nails Chainz from behind effectively breaking the hold. He goes to continue the damage, but is grabbed and squeezed in a bearhug. He screams and tries everything in his power to break the hold, but Chainz’s hands are locked tight.

Nick: Such a basic, yet impactful move, the pressure on the lower back is excruciating and can really cause a lot of damage especially with a man as strong as Chainz applying the pressure.

Richard: It’s only a matter of time before he taps and Chainz takes his rightful place as a champion in PRIME.

Nick: I’d hate to be Lisa Tyler the next morning as she gets ready for the FCC complaints.

Richard: The FCC is as worthless as you are Nick.

Nick glares at his partner as the action continues in the ring. Jonathan Rhine somehow manages to land a few shots to Chainz and then claps his arms together across the ears of Chainz who has to release the hold. Rhine goes to bounce off the opposite ropes but is met with a standing dropkick by David Noble. The impact sends Rhine into Chainz once more, who presses him right out of the ring.

Chainz turns to face David Noble and the two of them have a stare off. Blood is running down both faces, but the expressions are as different as night and day. Noble’s fierce and intense expression is one that beckons for more combat, whereas Chainz’s smiling, grinning blood soaked face is the thing nightmares are made of. The two circle the ring and go for a tie up. Chainz uses his power and pushes Noble to the ground. Instead of springing back up, Noble sweeps out his legs to try and trip up Chainz. The monster reaches down and grabs the legs before he can be swept and with tremendous power begins to spin around like a helicopter blade until he finally releases his hold sending Noble sliding across the ring and into the turnbuckle head first.

Nick: I think he’s got a headache on the horizon.

Richard: There’s nothing in that head of his to hurt.

Nick: Chainz now stalking David Noble like a starving predator. Noble up and back down with an impactful short arm clothesline.

David Noble rises quickly and goes for a kick, but Chainz catches his leg. Swiftly Noble jumps and lands an enziguri that catches Chainz behind the ears. A very loud and noticeable obscenity angers some people in the front row.

Nick: Well I’m sure there will be a fine relation to that.

Richard: This is the kind of man America needs as President. We wouldn’t take anything from anyone.
Nick: If he ever becomes President I foresee a massive exodus out of this country.

Richard: More room for people that actually matter.

Nick: Whatever, Chainz back on the offensive now with a straight shot that knocks David Noble down. Chainz has an arm and can he, yes he locks in an arm bar.

Richard: Let’s see him get out of this one.

David Noble yells out in pain due to the hold. Tommy Giles continually checks on him to make sure he’s alright. David Noble continues battling, but his arm is in tight.

Nick: While Chainz is quite young himself he is well experienced in that ring as compared to David Noble who is really showing his inexperience here. He couldn’t avoid the hold and is now unable to break free.

Richard: If he’s smart he’ll tap out before his arm snaps.

Not taking Richards advice, David Noble manages to twist himself so that his feet are right in Chainz’s face. With as much effort as his lanky body can muster he kicks Chainz squarely in the face. The hold is broken quickly as Chainz rolls back holding his face. Blood is now pouring out of his nose and joining the blood from his forehead wound caused by the many chair shots he sustained earlier.

Noble is quick to his feet, runs over to Chainz, and performs a baseball slide at Sloan’s knee. The psychopath drops down to a knee as Noble bounces off the ropes and floors him with a clothesline. He quickly goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

Thre---

Nick: So close, a split second more and this match would have been over.

Richard: Like I said, Sloan is built like a tank and it’s going to take a lot of punishment to keep him down.

Nick: The man has sustained a lot of punishment so far and one must wonder how much more he can take. He is only human, I think.

Richard: I don’t know about that.

Nick: You may be right. Noble stomps on Chainz’s hand here to try and weaken his bigger adversary. Now he’s climbing the turnbuckles for some high impact moves.

Noble reaches the top turnbuckle and faces Chainz is still on the ground nursing his wounds. Noble leaps and lands a perfect frog splash from the top. The crowd pops as they see Chainz suffering. Noble quickly covers once again.

One…

Two…

Thre---

Again, Chainz kicks out at the last second. Noble pounds the mat knowing how close he was to becoming a champion.

Nick: David Noble has been in control recently and has really put the hurt on Chainz, but it just seems that no matter how much damage Chainz takes he just keeps coming like a Terminator.

Richard: The pain is just making him angrier and stronger. No matter how much Noble hurts him, it won’t be enough.

David Noble slides out of the ring and passes Tracy who has a frightened look in her eyes as her husband lies helplessly in the ring. Noble reaches under the ring and finds a few stray baseballs that must have been forgotten. He shrugs his shoulders, any weapon is better than no weapon when dealing with Chainz. He goes to slide back into the ring, but notices his foot is being held by Tracy. Well not so much held as her tiny arms can’t really do much to stop Noble. He throws her a glance which is enough for her to quickly back up timidly. He shakes his head and turns his attention back to the ring. Bad idea.

Nick: That slight distraction by Tracy was all that Chainz needed. He rose as if he were still fresh and waited for Noble to turn around before kicking him in the face.

Richard: I think I saw teeth fly.

Chainz pulls Noble towards the middle of the ring and places a boot on his chest for the cover. Tommy Giles shrugs his shoulders and drops for a count.

One…

That’s all it takes for David Noble to kick out defiantly. He doesn’t look pleased at the arrogance of his opponent as he tries to rise to his feet. Chainz quickly slides underneath him, hooks his arms, and lifts him over with a dragon suplex.

He goes for the cover again.

One…

Tw-

Before Tommy Giles can count to two Chainz is pulled off of David Noble by Jonathan Rhine.

Rhine tries to pull Chainz out of the ring, but in doing so drags Chainz by the baseballs that David Noble brought in earlier. Chainz grabs a baseball and hurls it at Rhine like a pitcher from the mound. Rhine ducks, and drives his shoulder into Chainz's midsection repeatedly. Chainz growls, and sends a clubbing forearm to Rhine's back. Rhine goes down to one knee and Chainz quickly abandons him, getting back in the ring.

He grabs the remaining two baseballs in the ring. He waits for David Noble to stand as he winds up and delivers a fast ball that hits the youngster in the stomach. He winds up again and hurls the remaining baseball at Noble, who manages to duck out of the way. David quickly grabs the ball that hit him in the stomach and hurls it at Sloan. It flies through the air and hits him in the chest sending him backward out of the ring, opposite where Rhine is.

Nick: What a shot. I swear David Noble could play in the majors with that kind of arm.

Richard: Plunking batters, yeah he’d make a fine Josh Beckett.

Nick: You’re lucky these fans can’t hear you or you’d never leave this arena.

Richard: You think they heard me!

Richard looks around nervously as the action in the ring continues. Chainz stands up on the outside and rubs the spot where he was hit. It’s sure to be bruised come tomorrow. Noble waits in the ring and motions for Chainz to get back in. Instead, he calls his wife over to him and whispers something in her ear. She nods and jogs off towards the backstage area as every man in attendance watches her bounce around.

Richard: Just reminded me a bit of Baywatch there.

Nick: I wonder what Chainz told her.

Richard: Do you really wonder?

Nick: On second thought never mind.

David Noble again beckons for Chainz to join him in the ring, but Chainz shakes his head and instead tells Noble to come and get him. Being the obliging man he is Noble runs towards the ropes and jumps over them. Chainz moves out of the way, but doesn’t notice as Noble grabs the tops as he goes over and lands on the ring apron. Chainz yells at some of the fans in the front rows as his back is turned to Noble. When he turns around it’s already too late as Noble is already in the air with a moonsault that connects perfectly. Both men hit the mats hard and roll around in agony.

Nick: This kid sure does have a lot of heart. He’s taking the fight to this madman, this monster, that’s been unbeatable as of late.

Richard: The term idiocy is thrown around a lot these days. But what he just did was idiocy. He probably hurt himself more than Chainz!

Both men take a while to get up and when they do they begin exchanging blows. After a few shots Chainz quickly gets the advantage and grabs Noble and throws him into the guardrail back first. He fires off a few more punches and then whips Noble into the turnbuckle. David Noble is unable to stop himself and goes face first into the cold steel. The sickening thud can be heard by everyone as Noble’s face turns an even darker shade of crimson. Noble is basically out on his feet and is being held up by Chainz who leans him against the ring and places his head against the turnbuckle. Seeing the blood oozing from his face Chainz smiles and laughs as he reaches under the ring and produces a baseball bat.

Nick: Oh no, please tell me he’s not doing what I think he’s doing.

Richard: It’s gonna be another 15th inning home run!

Chainz takes a few practice swings as the fans cover their eyes at what is sure to be a mess. Finally prepared Chainz stands back and with all his might swings at David Noble’s head. Noble would have surely been brain damaged if he hadn’t moved out of the way at the last second. The bat shatters and pieces of it splinter and fly into the ring.

Richard: A swing and a miss just like the Boston Red Sox.

David Noble scurries back into the ring away from danger. As Chainz tries to climb back in Noble executes a perfect drop kick that drops Chainz back on the outside. Chainz quickly rises, but something catches his attention. Tracy emerges from the third base dugout with a large chain draped across her neck and shoulders. The chain looks awfully big on her small frame and it’s obvious she is having difficult carrying it.

Nick: That chain must weigh a fifth of her at least.

Richard: That sure is a big chain.

Nick: Or she’s just really tiny. I talked to her briefly backstage and unless you see her in person it’s hard to imagine just how petite she really is.

Richard: You talked to Sloan’s wife? What do you have a death wish?

Nick: Nothing happened, we just talked. She’s a rather pleasant young woman.

Richard: Yes, pleasant, I’m sure that’s what Chainz see’s in her as well.

Chainz smiles as he approaches his wife and takes the chain off of her. Holding it in his hands his eyes roll into the back of his head from joy. Planting a smooch on his wife he turns his attention back towards the ring and David Noble. Slowly he wraps the chain around his right arm covering a large portion between his shoulder and his wrist. He grabs Rhine and shoves him into the ring, sliding in after him. Noble looks at him, suspicious. Chainz turns to him waving his steel arm threateningly and then places a foot over Rhine’s chest.

Nick: If David Noble wants to keep this match going he’s going to have to step forward and battle with Chainz as he goes for the cover.

Tommy Giles drops and makes the cover.

One…

Two…

Three..---

At the last second Noble sacrifices his body and rushes Chainz who is forced to break the hold, but is able to get Noble to come to him and is able to land a punch to Noble’s chest. The kid stumbles back in pain as Chainz bounces off the ropes and goes for a vicious steel clothesline that Noble thankfully ducks. Chainz hits the opposite ropes and comes back to Noble who drops down and trips him causing the big man to fall forward and instinctively stick out his hands as protection, unfortunately in doing so his face collides with the steel wrapped around his arm.

Nick: Smart move there by Noble, using Chainz’s own momentum and weapon against him.

Richard: Not even metal can stop that man.

Chainz stands up and faces Noble who wants to slide out of the ring and escape, but knows the second he does Chainz will cover up the stirring Rhine and win the match. Menacingly, Chainz unravels the chain and wraps it around his forearm a bit so that it hangs to the floor. He begins to wave it around and tries to whip David Noble who manages to stay out of striking distance. Seeing an opening he lunges and connects with a stiff uppercut that sends Chainz reeling and dropping a hold of his chain. Noble quickly bounces off the ropes and runs at Chainz who is ready. He lifts Noble and plants him with the biggest and most impactful spine buster in wrestling directly onto the steel chain.

Richard: The match is over, Noble’s gotta be dead.

Nick: Noble isn’t dead, but he’s hurting.

Noble, holding his back tries to manage the pain, but is simply out of it. Chainz looks at the two men on the ring around him. He grabs Noble by the hair and positions him between his legs and underneath the chain. With a sick smile he lifts Noble up and goes for a powerbomb, but Noble is able to land a few punches and slide out of it. He kicks Chainz in the stomach and attempts a DDT on the steel chain, but Chainz blocks it and clubs Noble across the back.

Nick: Back and forth here as each is trying to score that final blow.

Richard: And I think here it comes.

Chainz lifts Noble again and places him between his legs. Once again he goes for the powerbomb, but Noble counters and goes for a hurricanrana, but can’t seem to flip Chainz over who regroups, brings Noble back up and finally slams him down onto the steel chain with a powerbomb. He lifts him again and brings him down completing the chain reaction.

Richard: Boom baby and this one is over.

Nick: If Chainz makes the cover it is, but he’s not going for it for some reason.

Indeed, Chainz isn’t making a cover. Instead he rolls Noble towards the turnbuckle and wraps the chain around his leg. He then wraps the other end across the turnbuckle.

Nick: What’s he doing?

Richard: Can’t you see, he beat the kid physically and now he’s going to break him mentally.

Chainz grabs Rhine and positions him just out of reach where an extended David Noble would be. He covers, but tells the referee not to make the count. Tommy Giles shrugs, but obeys. After about a minute in that position David Noble slowly starts coming too and when he sees the cover happening in front of him his eyes shoot wide. He tries to reach out and that’s when he notices the chain across his leg. Chainz smiles at him as he motions for Tommy Giles to count while Noble watches helplessly.

One…

Two…

Nick: No, not like this. Please.

Three…

Ding, ding, ding.

Nick: I can’t believe what kind of human being Chainz is. He couldn’t win with dignity; he couldn’t win like a real man. He had to be a dastardly individual and torment that kid.

Vince Howard: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and new Intense Champion…CHAAAAAIIIIIIINNNNNNZZZZZZZZZZZZ.

Richard: Sloan’s streak continues and now he’s the Intense Champion and everyone in PRIME has to take notice. This man is not to be messed with.

Nick: That man is a sick excuse for a human being. I hope he gets what’s coming to him.

Tracy slides into the ring and starts making out with her husband as a deflated Noble watches from the turnbuckle.

Richard: If that’s what he’s got coming to him than I’ve been going about it all wrong.

Together, Mr. and Mrs. Sloan exit the ring with title belt in tow.

Matt Mills: I’m standing right outside the dressing room of PRIME’s Universal Champion, Jason Snow. Snow, whose absence was noted last night, has just now arrived. I tried to get an interview, but I’ve got to tell you, folks, the champ looks as intense and focussed as I’ve ever seen him. He just walked right by me.

Nick (OSV): Matt – Matt, can you hear me?

Mills touches his ear-piece.

Mills: Sure can, Nick.

Nick (OSV): So he didn’t say a word to you?

Mills: That’s right. Just walked right by me.

Nick (OSV): That doesn’t really sound like Snow. He typically stops long enough to greet you with an insult.

Mills: I was surprised too. But I’m telling you, Nick, there’s something different in the champ’s eyes tonight. I can’t explain it, but you’ll understand when you see him later on. And as we all know, and as he’s reminded us of countless times, Jason Snow has had a historic career. But this match, tonight, might well be the most momentous of all – the chance to walk out of Colossus, the biggest wrestling show on the planet, with not one, but two championship belts.

Nick (OSV): What are you hearing backstage? Is the roster talking about tonight’s match?

Mills: Who isn’t talking about the Main Event? The roster, the ring crew, the arena staff – everyone’s got chills just thinking about it. Champion vs. Champion at the biggest Pay Per View of the year? How can you possibly top that? And I’ve got to tell you, after getting a look at Snow, I have no doubt that he’s going to deliver.

Nick (OSV): Well, Matt, keep up the good work. Whenever Snow decides to show his face, we’ll be waiting eagerly.

Mills: Thanks, Nick.

"… and no matter what happens, I want you to remember your promise and …"

Whatever Jay Phoenix was going to say to Rick James, in one huddled corner of the locker room that they had commandeered for the little privacy that they could get, was cut off as a very familiar voice interrupted them.

Natas: And what promise would that be? Ta always buy the extra strong condoms, or swallow rather than spitting?

Rick reached out, moving faster even than Phoenix, grabbing his partner by the arm and pulling him away from Jason Natas who stood above them.

Rick: Don’t – you know the rules!

Natas: Listen to yer little boyfriend, Phoenix, you know that ya aren’t allowed to lay a hand on me … though I bet that ya would just love ta get ta grips with a real man. No offence, luv.

The saracastic wink towards Rick brought a grimace of distaste to his face but he ignored it, simply tightening his grip on Phoenix’s arm.

Rick: He has better taste than that, Natas, and – besides – if you were an example of a real man I would probably go straight!

This time it is Natas who moves forwards, lifting his hand as if ready to strike out. Phoenix moves to his feet but doesn’t need to do anything as Natas – seeing a referee near the door – controls himself.

Natas: Oh no – it ain’t going to be that easy. Rules are rules, after all, and I can wait until the bell rings ta get my hands on ya. It is actually the ‘rules’ that I want ta speak ta ya about.

Phoenix: I’m listening, but make it fast. I have a match to get ready for, you know, and want to make sure that I am at my best when I kick the living crap out of my opponent.

Natas: If ya feel that sure about things then you won’t say no to my idea.

Phoenix: Spit it out, Natas.

Natas: I thought that was yer boyfriend’s job?

Phoenix: Ok, I’ve had enough …

Natas: Don’t get yer knickers in a twist, boyo, my idea is simple. Let’s make our match a little more interesting, what do ya say?

Phoenix: Interesting – in what way?

Natas: Well I know that I already have a chance to hurt ya even more than normal and if – when – I win I get yer shot at tha Intense Title, but I was thinking that an ‘I Quit’ match should be more …

Phoenix: What?

Natas: Factual, I suppose. I was thinkin’ that we should make it real. When I win, when you say, ‘I Quit’ I want it to mean somethin’ that you are very, very good at.

Phoenix: And that is?

Natas: I want you to actually quit – I want you to walk away from PRIME. For good.

Phoenix: You have got to be joking me!

Natas: I was just thinkin’ that, considerin’ the fact that I hurt yer poor, defenceless boyfriend there, you wouldn’t be such a chicken shit about making this stipulation with me … but if you would rather we call the whole thing off?

The reminder of what Natas had done to Rick – what had started this feud between the two men of in the first place – flicked the switch in Phoenix that Natas had so obviously been toying with. Phoenix’s eyes blazed with fury as he got to his feet, getting as close to Natas as he could as he growled through clenched teeth.

Phoenix: You want this match to actually be about quitting PRIME, about never coming back, for the loser?

Natas: Sure I do.

Phoenix: You want this match to be about the person who says ‘I Quit’ actually meaning it – and losing their job?

Natas: I think that I just said that I do.

Phoenix: You want it? YOU GOT IT!

With a cocky grin Natas throws a mock salute towards the two guys and leaves the room. Rick stares up, in shock, at the glowering Phoenix who looks down at his partner, deep in thought.

Phoenix: Rick – now you REALLY have to remember your promise!

Nick: Welcome back Ladies and Gentlemen, and up next we have what promises to be an absolute war...

Richard: Jason Natas and Jay Phoenix have gone through the rigmarole of one of the most intense, personal rivalries that PRIME has seen this year. For several months they've battered each other physically and mentally, and now it's time for all that to come to a head. We can bank on only one thing tonight, Nick – it ain't gonna be pretty!

Nick: It certainly isn't, Richard. There is absolutely no love lost between these two; they straight-up hate each other, and tonight, one of them has got to say "I Quit". The seeds of this rivalry stem all the way back to January, when Jay Phoenix assaulted Natas, breaking one of his ribs and putting The Anti-Superstar on the shelf for a couple of months.

Richard: The big Yorker returned to seek revenge inside the Dual Halo at Culture Shock, and managed to pin Jay after a typically intense encounter between these two. Some have said that the only reason Jason Natas came back in the first place was to put Phoenix in his place, and he could've been forgiven for thinking he'd done just that, as Phoenix disappeared after his lacklustre performance inside the Halo.

Nick: Like his name would suggest, though, Phoenix rose again. After Jason had dealt with Troy Douglas for a second time, Jay returned to PRIME, unsure of his place in the organisation and future in the business, and guess who showed-up to spoil the party...

Richard: Jason's message was simple: "retire – the business has passed you by", and Jay's been fighting to prove the roughneck brawler wrong ever since. Psychologically, this has been an absolute whirlwind. We've seen Jason toy with Phoenix's partner Rick, we've seen him bully the veteran wrestler time and time again into playing his kind of game. There's been a new menacing edge to Jason ever since he returned at Culture Shock, and I don't know if the mentally fractured Phoenix will be able to compete with that tonight.

Nick: Never, ever, count Jay Phoenix out, Richard. His PRIME career may not yet have reached the heights we'd expected when he first debuted, but this man is quite simply one of the most decorated athletes that the game has ever seen, and for good reason. He has a massive experience advantage over Natas – who's only been a wrestler for eighteen months – and Jason has shown through past struggles with Bryan Dawkins that he struggles against smaller, more agile opponents.

Richard: But can Phoenix cope with the psychological battering that Jason is sure to lay down tonight? We always knew that Jason was tough, but recently we've seen a whole new side to the Anti-Superstar. He's using his head to get the better of Phoenix and wind him up, and that has transformed him from a formidable opponent into something truly terrifying.

Nick: And don’t forget the bombshell that was dropped earlier, where Natas convinced a surprised Phoenix to make this an actual ‘I Quit’ match … whatever happens here tonight ONE of these men is leaving PRIME!

Richard: The time for talk is over, Nick; Vince Howard, take it away.

DING! DING! DING!

The camera switches from ringside to Vince Howard in the centre of the ring, clutching a microphone.

Vince Howard: Ladies and Gentlemen... the following contest is to be contested under I QUIT rules! In order for a competitor to pick up the win, he must force his opponent to utter the words "I Quit"...

I aaaaam smellin’ like the rose
That somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed…

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The PRIME*view flickers into life as a bold, black typeface flashes intermittently with action shots.

A N T I

A short pause before the lyrics kick in again.

I aaaaam smellin’ like the rose
That somebody gave me
‘Cause I’m dead and bloated!

Finally Stone Temple Pilots kick in with "Dead and Bloated" as PRIME’s Anti-Superstar appears at the top of the ramp, gazing disdainfully out across the hordes of jeering masses. Eventually Jason Natas begins his descent, cracking his knuckles as he walks down the ramp at a slow but steady pace.

Richard: This man may very well be the nastiest bastard in PRIME right now, Nick.

Nick: He's little more than a playground bully, Richard. We always knew that Jason Natas was a despicable human being, but some of the stuff he's subjected Jay and his partner Rick to these past couple of months has been completely abhorrent. It's been like a horror movie at times!

Richard: His psychological advantage is absolutely massive, Nick. Not only has he had Phoenix in his back pocket for most of their feud, but he also holds a pinfall victory over Phoenix from the Dual Halo. From hiring Hunter Sabuani to do his dirty work to messing with Jay's had last week, Jason has done all he can to make Jay's life a living hell recently, and I just can't see him failing tonight.

Nick: But Jason Natas is far from unbeatable. He's been pretty formidable in the ring as of late, but this man is a fighter, not a wrestler. His skillset is very limited; he can punch the living hell out of someone's skull, but can he stand toe-to-toe with a veteran like Jay Phoenix in this kind of environment? Can he recover from the two on one beating that Phoenix tricked him into receiving at the hands of Hessian and Chainz, just last week, and come out on top? I'm not sure...

Richard: Are you kidding me? This is an "I Quit" match! The whole match revolves around beating your opponent to a bloody pulp and forcing him to utter those fateful words! If ever there was an environment that suited Jason Natas, this is it. There will be no fancy moves or flips tonight, this is a straight-up fight. Nothing more, nothing less. Phoenix doesn’t have a chance!

Vince Howard: Introducing first, from New York city, weighing in at 254lbs, he is THE ANTI-SUPERSTAR... JASSSSOOOOONNNNNNNN NATTTTTTTAAAAAASSSSSSSSS!

After reaching the bottom of the ramp Jason climbs up the ring steps and walks along the outside of the apron. With one hand on the top rope, he turns and offers a fierce sneer to the masses before eventually turning and entering the ring.

A haunting guitar melody plays over the PA system as on the VideoTron flames start to appear, curling up to completely cover the blackness of the screen.

A drumbeat fills that air as words, sung in a powerful, pure voice can be heard mingling with the melody as a bass driven counter melody joins with an electric guitar to complete the music.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Day by day, watching you disappear
Wishing that you were still here beside me
On my own, swimming against the tide
There's nobody on my side but your memory"

The flames on the VideoTron die down, leaving the screen completely black again … until suddenly with an explosion of light and noise the flames reappear, this time in the easily distinguishable form of a Phoenix that fills the whole screen.

"Then I'll rise, right before your eyes
On wings that fill the sky
Like a Phoenix rising
Like a Phoenix rising"

The crowd are on their feet, cheering and screaming as the realisation of just who it is hits them.

"Wings of fire, tearing into the night
Screaming into the light of another day
Carry me out of the hurricane
Into the smoke and flame and we'll fly away"

On either side of the entrance way two spotlights, one red, one yellow, flare into life and, sending fire coloured beams of light across the entrance, through which a silhouetted figure walks as on the screen, superimposed on the mystical flame bird symbol, two words appear … JAY PHOENIX.

"And I'll rise, right before their eyes
On wings that fill the sky
Like a Phoenix rising
Like a Phoenix rising

Higher, higher hear the thunder roar from above
Fire, fire, fire make me whole"

Phoenix stands at the entrance, the red and yellow lights still bright behind him, as the music still plays. He is dressed in a black leather look body suit, flame motifs running up the side of both legs, meeting at the thigh where they join together to form almost a belt of fire. The arms are cut off at the shoulders exposing muscular biceps, the left one covered with a glistening tattoo of a stylised Phoenix in flight surrounding by bands of gold and red flames. Black and red elbow pads are met by taping that covers his forearms and wrists. A silver necklace hangs around his neck, falling down to his chest, and when the light catches it at the right angle it can be seen to be a disc containing thin interlocking strands, a bright purple amethyst at it's centre … a dreamcatcher.

Nick: The crowd are certainly on their feet for Jay Phoenix tonight, and it's not hard at all to sympathize with his situation, Richard!

Richard: It isn't? This man is done, Nick. He has no place inside that wrestling ring. A good showing at ReVolution 200 doesn't change a thing – this man's best days are way behind him. He's done absolutely NOTHING in a PRIME ring since he came here...

Nick: His 200 performance was vintage stuff from Jay Phoenix, Richard. A true blast from the past. He might have had a very stop-start PRIME career, but this man is capable of genuine brilliance at times. If he can summon some of that inspiration tonight, he'll pick up the win. It won't be quick and it sure as hell won't be easy, but Jay's got the tools to turnover his psychological disadvantage.

Richard: But does he have the mental toughness to get down to Jason's level? Natas is going to force him to compete on a playing field that Jay just isn't used to operating on. Jay's a man of morals; a moral who plays by the rules and doesn't like to play nasty. Tonight, he's gonna have to do that if he has any hope.

Nick: You're not wrong at all. Jason's going to force him to do things he never thought he'd do tonight, but Jay has the heart of a warrior and an iron will that refuses to die. He's stood firm throughout all of this, and tonight, he has a shot at redemption.

Vince Howard: … aaaaand his opponent! From Flagstaff, Arizona, weighing in at 215lbs... JJJJJJAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYY PPPPPPPHHHHHHHOOOOOOOEEEEENNNIIIIIXXXXXXX!

"And I'll rise, right before their eyes
On wings that fill the sky
Like a Phoenix rising
Like a Phoenix rising

Wings of fire, tearing into the night
And we'll fly away ... "

A smile plays across Phoenix's face as he pans his attention around the fans before slowly walking down towards the ring. When he gets to the ring, Phoenix, with a quick move, jumps to the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckle, but looks down at Jason Natas instead of posing for the crowd. Jason, meanwhile, adjusts his wrist tape, looking at Phoenix with cold, dead eyes.

Nick: Already these two are staring each other down.

Richard: It's the final act of preparation in what has been a truly intense feud, Nick.

Nick: We know that it's taken its toll mentally and physically on Phoenix, but what about Natas? He's not exactly had it on easy street recently, what with Jay and Rick laying into him at 200, and then Chainz and Hessian last week. He's gotta be smarting a little from that...

Richard: And tonight he has a chance to make it right.

Jay hops down from the turnbuckle, not taking his eyes away from Jason Natas for a second. Jason grabs the bottom of his t-shirt and pulls it over his granite-cast torso, before tossing it out of the ring and glaring at Phoenix, nostrils-flaring.

DING! DING! DING!

With no intentions of a slow start whatsoever, Jay suddenly charges at Jason! The Anti-Superstar reacts on impulse, swinging an arm at the former PTC Champion, but Phoenix slips passed with a baseball slide and hops to his feet. He quickly kicks Natas swiftly in the calf two times, but Natas turns through the strikes and throws a wild haymaker at Phoenix. Backing into the ropes, Phoenix ducks the blow and rolls to the side, away from Jason.

Nick: Wow! Talk about an explosive start!

Richard: It looks like Phoenix wants to get stuck into The Anti-Superstar as quickly as possible.

Nick: It's a smart move; he's playing to his strengths early on here, but he doesn't want to tire himself out too quickly. Lord knows Jason knows how to go the distance.

Phoenix hops back and forth, keeping on his toes as Jason shakes his limbs loose. Jay steps forward, trying to goad movement from Jason, but the Anti-Superstar merely puts up his dukes defensively. Phoenix backs away quickly before suddenly diving forward. Jason moves to counter, but Jay's quickness is too much, and soon Phoenix forces Natas back into the ropes, before hopping up with a spinning heel kick that goes straight into Jason's raised forearms. Withstanding the blow, Jason suddenly pushes forward with all his might, catching Jay in the chest. Jay rolls through, however, and winds up on his feet again.

"LET'S GO PHOE-NIX!"

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!

"FUCK YOU NAT-AS!"

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!

Chants echo throughout the arena as the two grapplers begin to circle each other.

Nick: Well Jay's certainly came out looking the more offensive, but he needs to be wary of the Natas counter-attack.

Richard: He most certainly does. Jason might not be the best technical wrestler in the world, but he's honed his craft to a tee. He is one of the most methodical strikers in the world, and when he gets in that zone he's like a hunter stalking his prey.

Nick: But Phoenix is just so damn quick, Richard. There's only so many blows that Jason can fight back from before they begin to take their toll.

Finally there is movement. Jason puts his arms up, looking for a lock-up, and Phoenix steps forward, looking to oblige. When Jason leans forward, though, Jay drops to his knees, sweeping Jason's legs and taking the big man to the deck. The crowd cheer as Phoenix leans on Natas and throws fists into his face, but Jason is able to quickly get his hands up to shield himself from the blows. Finally he throws a blind elbow, catching Phoenix in the ribs, allowing him enough time to get back to a vertical base.

Nick: Both men are up again! Natas whips Phoenix off the ropes...

Richard: Jay comes back... DUCKS the clothesline... back again...

Nick: Cross body!

Richard: CAUGHT! Jason caught Phoenix mid-air!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Jason's face is cold and emotionless as he steps back towards the edge of the ring. With Phoenix in his grasp he suddenly throws him backwards with a fall away slam over the top rope... but what he doesn't realise is that Phoenix managed to grab hold of the top rope and land on the apron!

Richard: Look out, Jason!

Cameras flash as Jay Phoenix hops up to the top rope, balancing carefully, waiting for the opportune moment. However, when he does fly off with a dropkick, Jason quickly steps out of the way. Jay puts his hands out in front of his face to stop the mishap being too deadly, and manages to roll on landing, but he's still down and at Jason's mercy. The New Yorker plucks him from the ground by the hair and violently throws him back into the corner. Jay's still fresh though, and bounds straight back out of the turnbuckles, smashing Jason in the face with a forearm shot! With his street-fighting background, Jason's felt many tougher blows, and his jaw withstands the pain as he steps forward, grabs Phoenix by the neck, and pushes him back against the ropes.

Nick: Now Natas has him by the neck, strangling the life out of Jay!

Richard: This match has taken a nasty turn already!

Just as his face begins to turn red, Jay lashes out, lifting a knee into Natas' gut, forcing The Anti-Superstar to break the hold. Jason stumbles backwards as Jay leans against the ropes, recovering lost breaths.

Nick: We've talked about Jason Natas and his slower, more methodical approach to fighting, but he's barely had a chance to get any offence in whatsoever, Richard! Phoenix has been all over him!

Richard: I'm surprised we haven't seen a more-focused approach from Phoenix, but it's early doors still. He should be looking at taking out some of Natas' limbs; Jason's not fast and relies on big hits. If Phoenix can weaken his arms or slow him down by attacking his legs, his chances of winning this will improve greatly.

Nick: Let's see what happens when this match settles down into a groove...

Richard: IF it settles down!

Both men stand a few feet from one another, again locking gazes. Jason's brow is furrowed but he shows little sign of frustration as he leans forward, beckoning for Phoenix to get on with it. Eventually Jay comes out of the corner and actually locks up with Natas. Jason being the bigger and stronger of the two wins the test of strength and pushes Jay back. Phoenix, however, squirms free and dodges behind Jason, before clubbing him across the back. He grabs Jason's shoulders and hops up, looking for a lungblower, but Jason grabs the back of Jay's head and pulls him over the top. Phoenix, agile as ever, lands on his feet and quickly jabs Jason in the face. He whips him across the ring, but Jason hooks his arms over the top rope, preventing a rebound.

Richard: We've talked about Jay playing to his strengths here, but this could very well be working to Jason's advantage. He knows how to take a heck of a lot of punishment; if he can absorb Jay's early shots and pepper Phoenix with some blows of his own, Jason could tire his opponent out greatly.

Nick: That's definitely something that cannot be ignored. Phoenix cannot go all-out forever, and he will have to slow down sometime. I'm sure he knows that, though.

Richard: He needs to back-off a little. Natas thrives in situations like this. His knowledge of strikes is extensive and he's got so many powerful, explosive shots that he can just hit out of nowhere. If Jay gets a full head of steam and Jason flattens him, his momentum is going to be crippled.

Again they come together in the centre. This time Jason makes the first move by throwing a punch, but Jay ducks, catches his arm, and with a quick heel flick takes him down to the mat. Jay pulls back on Jason’s arm, applying the pressure with an armbar!

Nick: Phoenix going for the submission!

Richard: This’ll wear Jason down.

Nick: But The Anti-Superstar’s too close to the ropes…

He is, and soon he’s got is foot resting on the bottom. Phoenix steps up as Natas rolls over and sits up, clutching his sore arm, but still showing no signs of anger or frustration. The bigger man clambers to his feet but he’s got no time to react as Jay bursts forward, throwing a wild couple of shots into Jason’s face. Natas finds himself whipped across the ropes, but he hops over Phoenix who hits the deck. On the rebound he gets caught in a drop toehold, but softens his landing with his hands and rolls over. Jay tries to transition into a figure four, but Natas is having none of it, kicking away it Phoenix with his tree trunk legs.

Nick: This really is vintage Phoenix thus far, Richard. He started off quickly with some swift strikes, and now it looks like he’s transitioning towards a submission-based offence.

Richard: I’m not sold on that tactic, Nick. It’s still early in the match – is it really that wise to go after Jason with submission this early, when he’s still relatively fresh?

Nick: If he can maintain them for long enough, I don’t see why not, but Jay isn’t doing himself any favours if he can’t keep the hold locked-in for longer than a couple of seconds.

Richard: He’ll only wind-up The Anti-Superstar, and we’ve all seen what Jason can do when he’s pissed-off.

Both men are up and Jason’s taking it slow. Unsure about how to go about his business, given the stop-start nature of the match thus far, he retreats to his corner and rests up, biding his time. Finally, Phoenix comes towards him again, and this time Jason’s able to take advantage, suddenly grabbing his opponent in a clinch, and throw a series of stiff shots into his ribcage.

Richard: Uh-oh! Jay’s in Jason’s grasp! This is exactly where he doesn’t wanna be!

Phoenix struggles against his opponent’s size and strength, but eventually he does break the grip with a desperate elbow to Jason’s eyes. He steadies himself and tries to lunge, but the blows have taken their toll and he stammers. He’s just about to launch forward when Jason suddenly grabs his shoulder, pulls him inwards, and simultaneously smashes the palm of his hand into Jay’s face with a shotei palm thrust!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Nick: Oh my goodness! What a shot!

Richard: Jay’s eyes must be rolling around in the back of his skull!

Nick: We’ve seen Jason knock men out with that very blow before – what impact, and out of nowhere!

Richard: That’s how he does it, Nick. There’s nothing flashy or pretty about Jason’s offence – it’s just straight-up, brutal effectiveness.

Phoenix is down on the mat both hands to his face, blood pouring freely between his fingers. Nevertheless, Jason steps over to the side of the ring where a microphone has conveniently been left for him. Buoyed by the crowd’s jeers, he picks it up and walks towards Phoenix.

Natas: Alright boyo; mays’well go ahead an’ call it now. Ain’t no use prolongin’ the inevitable.

He takes the final step toward Phoenix and kneels down, planting a boot on his chest.

Natas: Say it.

He uses one of his ham fists to pull Phoenix’s own hands away, revealing a an already swollen nose, both nostrils pouring blood.

Nick: Oh my God – that has to be broken. Natas has broken Jay’s nose!

He lowers the mic to Jay’s lips. All that comes through first are a couple of heavy breaths, before…

Phoenix: Never!

"RAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

Nick: Well as stiff as that blow was, I don’t think there was ever any danger of Phoenix quitting at this early stage. He’s got far too much heart to do that.

Richard: There’s so much hatred burning inside Jay for Jason that it’s going to take a long while for Natas to beat his opponent into submission tonight, but he was surely just toying with him there, Nick. Did you see the way he had his foot on his chest and leaned over?

Nick: I think the Anti-Superstar was trying to show Jay who the boss, as he has been for the past few months…

Eventually Jason drops the microphone, but he doesn’t allow Phoenix a moment to recover. He’s all over him with a series of stomps, before following up with an elbow drop. He rises from the deck, taking Phoenix with him, and tosses him into the corner, before hitting him in the torso with a left, right, left, right, left, right. Soon Jason steps back and Jay slumps forward, showing just enough of his jaw for Jason to throw a stiff European uppercut at him! The reply on the big screen, in slow motion, shows a spray of blood that goes up and behind Jay’s head.

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!"

Jay falls back into the corner, his head sagging, as Jason lumbers forward, bringing a knee up into his ribcage and dragging him away from the turnbuckles.

Nick: Another big blow from Natas! This is starting to get very dangerous for Jay Phoenix.

Richard: A few more of those and he’ll be KTFO, Nick! Never mind saying "I quit"…

Now, in the middle of the ring, Jason locks his opponent in a double underhook. Jay tries to battle back, throwing punches into Jason’s torso, but Natas maintains the hold. Suddenly he hoists Phoenix into the air, but Jay, using incredible agility, thrusts his two feet forward and sends Natas staggering back! The Anti-Superstar has no choice but to release the hold as the crowd pop.

Nick: There we go!

Richard: Even after such an unrelenting battering from Natas, Phoenix still recovers and breaks his way out of the hold.

Nick: Great counter from the veteran. Let’s see how he follows it up…

If it’s up to Natas, he won’t be following it up at all. By this point they’ve abandoned all pre-conceived notions of keeping it fair. They charge into one another and it’s Jason who comes off better. He chops Jay across the chest and sends him reeling, before grabbing him by the head and dropping him to a seated position with a snapmare. Without a run-up he throws his foot forward, smashing it into the side of Jay’s skull, dropping Phoenix to the floor!

Nick: OH MY GOD! That’s three MASSIVE blows to the head that Jay’s taken now!

Richard: And we’re barely getting warmed up! Something tells me that this is gonna be a long night for Jay Phoenix. He may have been in-control for most of this match, but Jason’s nailed him thrice in quick succession.

Nick: No years of experience can prepare you for that, Richard, especially when the strikes are coming from a man who hits as hard as Jason does. Jay’s gotta get some offence in…

Richard: He won’t do that laying on the mat, though.

Jason stands tall above his opponent, looking down as Jay clutches his head in agony, turning his body into a cocoon to lessen the impact of further attacks. Everyone in the arena expects Jason to pick his opponent up and continue the fun… but he doesn’t. Instead he turns and walks away, climbing through the ropes, and heading for the technical area.

Nick: What the hell is Jason doing?

Richard: He’s coming our way! Look out!

He barges passed the announce both and yells at the timekeeper to get up from his seat. He does, of course, and Jason steals his chair, folds it up, and takes it back into the ring with him.

Richard: Oh boy!

Nick: This is about to get ugly.

Slowly, Phoenix begins to rise on wobbling legs. He crawls towards the ropes, using them to haul himself up, and soon enough he’s resting his entire body weight on the top rope as he regains his composure.

Nick: Look out, Jay!

Richard: Bye bye, Jay!

Phoenix turns around and Jason steps forward.

Nick: UH-OH!

Richard: Hey, wait!

Nick: Did he ju--?

Richard: Jason just threw the chair at Phoenix!

Jay’s surprised but he manages to catch the foreign object. He stares at it in his hands for a couple of seconds before looking up at Natas. The Anti-Superstar is sneering, clearly loving the sight of Jay Phoenix caught in two minds.

Nick: What the hell is going on?

Richard: I think Jason knew exactly what he was doing there, Nick. He knows that Jay plays by the rules; he isn’t one to use weapons, and Jason’s trying to twist his mental state even further by forcing it into his hands.

Nick: He won’t be feeling so smug if Jay blasts him…

… but Phoenix doesn’t. Only drops the chair to the floor, shaking his head. And Jason?

He’s loving every second.

Phoenix suddenly grins, glancing at the chair on the canvas and making a quick move towards it. Natas face blanches, shocked that he may have misjudged the Native American wrestler and his gaze follows Phoenix’s movement – which is all he needs. Ignoring the chair completely he nips forwards, using the momentum to lift his leg and catch a stunned Natas directly under the chin with a text book perfect superkick. Poleaxed, eyes rolling back in his head, Natas falls to the canvas.

Nick: Lights out!

Richard: That was a sucker punch …

Nick: Sucker kick, actually.

Richard: You know what I mean. Phoenix feinted for the chair and then hit Natas with a kick instead.

Nick: … and you are complaining because, instead of using a foreign object, he used an actual wrestling move?

Richard: Yes!

Catching his breath, Phoenix runs over the prone Natas ands jumps through the ropes. Taking a moment to prepare himself he hauls himself up onto the middle of the top rope before somersaulting into the ring and crashing across Natas’ chest with a leg drop.

Nick: The Phoenix Rising!

Wiping the blood from his face with the back of his hand, visibly struggling to breathe through his broken nose, Phoenix hooks one of Natas legs and leans back into the pinfall.

Richard: Erm – what is he doing?

Nick: Going for the pin, obviously.

Richard: … but this is an ‘I Quit’ match; there are no pinfalls.

Nick: Which is what the referee seems to be telling him right now.

The referee kneels down beside Phoenix, muttering into his ear. Phoenix shakes his head and shouts, loud enough for the front row to easily hear, that the referee should do his job and count. When he doesn’t, they do. The count is taken up by the audience.

ONE

Richard: Ok, Phoenix has had a few shots to the head, so doesn’t know what he is doing …

TWO

Richard: … but the audience should really know better!

THREE

Flopping weakly off Natas, Phoenix gets to his feet and stumbles to the corner where he leans against the ropes, letting them do most of the work in keeping him upright. The referee comes to check him, asking if he can continue, and Phoenix just nods. Watching, waiting, he stays where he is as Natas, with a shake of his cobwebbed head, starts to get to his feet. Seeing this movement, Phoenix backs up the turnbuckle until, unsteadily, he stands at the top.

Nick: Not his ususal self up there, tonight.

Natas gets to his feet and, as Phoenix is about to leap off towards him, suddenly does the unexpected. He falls backwards. Crashing his body into the ropes the whole ring structure shakes and Phoenix, desperate to keep his balance, bends down to hold on for deal life. With speed that belies his size Natas runs forwards and, before Phoenix can react, pushes the smaller man from his perch with enough force to send him over the guardrail and into the audience.

Who catch him!

Nick: Unbelievable.

Held gently aloft, Phoenix is crowd surfed towards the guard rail as Natas looks down in frustration. With anger evident on his face he climbs the ropes himself, looking very unsteady as he reaches the top, and then does the unthinkable. He launches himself through the air towards the easy target that is Phoenix. The crowd, who moments before had caught Phoenix and are now cradling him gently, aren’t so kind to Natas. Phoenix is whipped to one side and, like the red Sea moving, the audience part as Natas reaches them. His unstoppable force meets the very unmovable object that is the concrete floor and, as he crumples up foetal like in pain, the audience set Phoenix over the guardrail, where he slumps against it.

Nick: Unbelievable!

Richard: Tell me about it – since when were the audience Phoenix’s tag team partners?

Heaving himself to his feet Natas turns and sees the ring empty. Stumbling to the guardrail he leans on it, wiping the sweat from his face and then blinks in shock as Phoenix stands up to meet him – face to face. For an instant neither man move. Then, against the odds, it is Natas who reacts first. Lashing out he slaps against Phoenix’s face, sending his head careening to the side, then with apparent and real viciousness, he grabs him by the face, putting pressure on the broken nose.

Richard: I think that I just heard cartilage

Nick:… I think I’m going to be sick!

Stepping over the guardrail, keeping his tight grip on Phoenix’s face, Natas forces the smaller man back against the ring apron, bending him backwards. With negligent ease he pushes Phoenix into the ring. The smaller man flops, nearly senseless, against the canvas as Natas uses the ropes to pull himself up to the apron. As he begins to step through the ropes, however, Phoenix somehow gets to his feet and runs directly at him. Using the top rope Phoenix swings his whole body around, full-circle, and sends his legs towards Natas’ face.

Richard: Burn Out time.

Nick: ... or not!

With a grin Natas simply brings his arms up and blocks the move, holding onto Phoenix’s legs as he twists the smaller man onto his stomach as he re-enters the ring. Hooking both legs, crossing them over each other, Natas sits back in a modified – powerful – version of a Boston crab.

Richard: Is there a blue moon out tonight?

Nick: No, why?

Richard: Natas with a submission hold!

The referee quickly slides down, positioning himself directly in front of Phoenix’s blood soaked face. The smaller man is already in obvious pain, eyes bulging and neck muscles tensed as he tries to manoeuvre himself out of the move. No matter what he does, however, Natas doesn’t budge. The referee asks once, then a second time, but Phoenix refuses to say ‘I Quit’ – he refuses to say anything at all. He grits his teeth and tries to raise himself from the canvas; again Natas doesn’t budge.

Nick: This isn’t looking good for Phoenix.

Looking over his shoulder with a sadistic grin Natas reaches out and grabs the ropes, leaning into them for extra leverage as he yanks back on Phoenix’s body. The referee looks up, a frown on his face, but there is nothing that he can do to stop it – he can simply listen to the screams of agony coming out of Phoenix’s mouth.

Richard: It is looking even worse now.

Nick: Phoenix in obvious agony, here, and nowhere to go.

Richard: He can always quit.

Nick: He can, yes, but I don’t know if he will.

Natas lets go off the ropes, looking back over his shoulder again and trash talking Phoenix – telling him that it’s over and to just say the words. Pushing down, in the press-up position, Phoenix lifts his chest as high as he can, moving Natas an inch off balance; it is all he needs. Ticking his head underneath him Phoenix rolls through the move, stretching his legs out forcefully, and Natas tumbles backwards through the ropes. As he does he reaches out and grabs for purchase – but the only thing he finds is the referee’s shirt who goes along for the ride. Both men land on the mats, the referee underneath the behemoth that is Natas.

Richard: I have to admit to being slightly impressed by that. I didn’t think that Pheonix could – or would – get out of that move.

Nick: Neither did he.

Phoenix is on his knees, a look of shock on his face as he realises that he is no longer in agony. That look vanishes, however, when he gets to his feet. With a gasp of pain he clutches at his side and back.

Richard: Though it looks like Natas has done some damage.

As if hearing his name, Natas’ head appears at the arpon as he pulls himself back in. Seeing him Phoenix stumbles against the opposite ropes before forcing himself to pick up speed. As Natas’ head comes through the ropes Phoenix is ready with another Burn Out and, this time, the move hits. Both of Phoenix’s shins catch Natas directly in the chest and he stumbles, swaying on the rope. Using the top rope for leverage Phoenix jumps up and comes crashing down with both feet against the back of Natas’ head. The big man rolls into the ring, head colliding with the steel chair that had, until that moment, been forgotten.

Nick: I don’t know how he did it but Phoenix has turned the tide!

As quickly as he can Phoenix moves to Natas and pulls the big man towards the ropes. Placing him face down Phoenix quickly steps through his legs, tying them up as he sits back in the move he calls the Fade Out – his patented version of the sharpshooter. As soon as it is locked in a dazed Natas lifts his head, eyes wide, and begins to struggle for freedom. Putting all of his weight, all of his strength, into the move, Phoenix sits back and locks in tight.

Richard: I would have bet money that Phoenix couldn’t get Natas to submit but now, after everything that has happened, I am not so sure.

Natas looks around the ring, head moving from side to side as he tries to break free. He sees the chair, inches away from him, and stretches for it but his fingers don’t even graze the metal. He tries to push out of the move but Phoenix, a master of the Fade Out, has it locked in perfectly and Natas can’t get out. Sweat pours down his face, neck muscles bulge and then, finally, teeth clenched tightly his hand taps at the mat. Hearing it Phoenix drops the hold, leaning forwards and panting for breath as the referee dazedly slides into the ring. Grabbing him by the shirt Phoenix indicates that Natas taped out but the referee shakes his head.

Nick: I am pretty sure that the referee is telling Phoenix tow things – one, he didn’t see Natas tap out and two, it wouldn’t matter anyway. He didn’t say ‘I Quit’.

Richard: You know I REALLY think that Phoenix should see a brain doctor after this match – he is acting a little weird.

Nick: He’s a veteran wrestler, Richard, it is instinct to try to pin your opponent or make him tap out.

Richard: Not in an ‘I Quit’ match!

With a gasp of breath Phoenix turns around, moving to pick up the fallen Natas but stops in shock. The big man is already on his feet, waiting – and he has the steel chair in hand. A vicious grin spreads across Natas’ face as he tightens his grip on the chair. With a snarl of rage he runs towards Phoenix, chair winging for a punishing strike against Phoenix’s head … that never connects.

Nick: Damn – THAT was fast.

Moving despite the pain – through the agony – Phoenix sends himself sliding through Natas legs and then pops up behind the larger man before he even realises that he hasn’t connected with the chair. As Natas brain finally catches up, and he starts to turn around, it is too late. Nipping up into the air Phoenix catches the steel chair squarely with a dropkick – somersaulting backwards to land on all fours – that crashes the metal directly into Natas’ face. The large man stumbles back into the ropes, chair held loosely in one hand.

Richard: So much for your ‘noble’ Phoenix not using weapons!

Nick: Well, actually, he didn’t use it, per se.

As Natas stumbles back into the middle of the ring, dazed, Phoenix seems to get a burst of energy. He runs to the turnbuckle, bounding up it and without a pause throws himself up and into the air with a twisting moonsault – turning himself into the arrow that is fired directly at the target called Jason Natas.

Nick: THUNDERSTORM.

Richard: HOME RUN!!!

With a desperation move, backed up by his sheer size ad power advantage, Natas brings the chair up and swings it like a baseball bat. It connects with the back of Phoenix’s head and neck, swatting him out of the sky with a sickening thud. As he lands in a crumpled heap at Natas feet, the big man brings the chair down against him. Again, and again, and again.

Nick: Oh my God!

Even Richard is speechless as over and over Natas brings the chair down against different parts of Phoenix’s body. All the smaller man can do is duck and cover, curling into a ball and trying, vainly, to move out of range of the big man’s blows. The referee moves between the two men, asking Phoenix is he is ready to quit … telling Phoenix that it is time to quit, but is pulled out of the way by Natas who lifts the chair again.

Nick: He doesn’t just want Phoenix to qui – he wants to hurt him. To finish him!

The jeers and the boos from the audience, as Natas slowly and deluiberately brings the chair down again, seem like ambrosia to the big man. Wiping sweat from his face he, mockingly, indicates that it is hard work as he lifts the chair again. A change in the crowd noise makes him pause and, with an eyebrow raised, he turns to see Rick James running to the ring.

Richard: OK – this is going to get unpleasant now.

Nick: Now? NOW! What do you call what has been happening in that ring?

Richard: Business – if Rick tries to get involved, however, we both know that Natas will make it personal.

As he reaches the ring, Rick clambers up to the apron and shouts at the referee to stop the match, to stop Natas. The referee just shrugs his shoulders, circling around Natas as he checks in on a barely conscious Phoenix who still refuses to quit – the fact that blood is flowing from his mouth and nose, making the words hard to hear anyway, doesn’t matter. With a shake of his head he refuses to do it.

Richard: He’s an idiot – Jay Phoenix needs to quit this match. Now.

Nick: I agree.

Richard: …

Nick: If he quits he may lose his career but if he doesn’t quit he could lose an awful lot more than that!

Rick pulls a towel from around his neck, throwing it into the ring where it lands at Natas’ feet. The referee looks at it then walks over to Rick, telling him that he can’t quit for Phoenix – the man has to say the words himself. Reaching down, giving Phoenix a moment’s respite, Natas picks up the towel and uses it to wipe the sweat from his face. With a grin he nods his thanks at a distraught Rick before bending to pick up the chair again.

Nick: … no!!

Unable to take anymore Rick steps through the ropes and charges at Natas but it is obvious that this is just what the big man was expecting. A shoulder block brings Rick up short, and with slow, precise movements he reaches around Ricks head before dropping him to the canvas with his New York Minute. Ricks face impacts and, as Natas sits up, the smaller man lies still.

Richard: He shouldn’t have been in there!

Natas glances between the two men before picking up the towel. Reaching down with his other hand he pulls Phoenix to the ropes where he ties him up with the towel with a makeshift knot. Testing it Natas grins, knowing that Phoenix won’t be able to move.

Nick: What is he doing?

Richard: Like I said – making it personal!

With a slap to Phoenix’s face Natas brings the smaller man back to semi-consciousness. Grabbing his blood soaked hair Natas lifts Phoenix face so that he can see Rick, lying flat in the middle of the ring. Then, with another slap to his face, Natas leans in close and shouts directly into the face, spittle flying.

"Are yer gonna say it now?"

Pushing Phoenix’s head back, smiling as the small man struggles against the knotted towel that holds him to the ropes, Natas stalks back to where Rick lies. Kicking him in the ribs, never taking his eyes off Phoenix, he reaches down and lifts the chair once more. With his foot on Rick’s back he stares at Phoenix, deliberate.

"Say it, you fuck!"

Eyes filled with malice Natas brings the chair down, hard, against the back of Rick’s head. His body jolts, then shudders, then lies still. He never makes a sound.

Nick: someone needs to stop this!

Richard: That someone is Phoenix – he CAN stop this.

Phoenix struggles, nearly dislocating his shoulders as he spins back and forth, bucking at the bonds that hold him tight. Tears flow freely down his face, leaving streaks through the blood that coats his skin. He goes still, body exhausted, and hope drains out of his eyes as he watches Natas raises the chair once more.

"… say it, say ‘I QUIT’ and I will let him go."

Phoenix stares at the larger man, eyes burning, before he looks long and hard at his best friend, partner and lover on the mat at Natas’ feet. His lips move and mumbled words escape.

Natas lifts the chair higher as he barks at Phoenix.

"I didn’t fuckin’ hear you … did you say, ‘I Quit’?"

Phoenix nods. It isn’t enough.

"Say it again."

Looking up at Natas, at the chair, at Rick Phoenix slumps. He opens his mouth, spitting blood to one side and then, slowly and deliberately, shouts.

"I QUIT!!!"

As the referee calls for the bell Natas’ smile grows larger. He gives a small, mocking, salute at Phoenix and then turns away. Not even a second passes before he looks back, faux shock on his face, as he indicates that he forgot something. The chair comes up, then down again, hard. Rick’s head bounces off the mat as Phoenix screams.

Natas laughter trails after him as he slips out of the ring and walks towards the entrance way, arms raised high, as EMTs run by him.

Nick: Oh God.

Richard: ... amen.

Still recovering a bit from his match Chainz wanders around in the backstage area. He’s holding a nice cold beer and walks around nonchalantly trying to blend in. Not exactly pulling it off though. He eventually makes his way to the press box area and finds the office of Lisa Tyler. Dam is standing outside making sure no one like Michael Sloan goes in.

Sloan leans against the wall and sips on his beer as Dam looks over at him with a frown. He knows the man is up to no good. As Dam is about to approach and ask for him to vacate the area Lisa Tyler comes out of her office.

Lisa Tyler: Dam, we need you downstairs.

She eyes Michael Sloan with venom in her eyes as the two of them quickly head off down the hallway. Sloan smiles, and quickly approaches the office making sure no one sees him. In a flash he slips inside and closes the door behind him.

He begins rummaging through her desk and stops when he finds a comb. A few red hairs remain in it and he shudders in delight. Removing them quickly he smells them, before sliding them into a small plastic baggie and placing it in his pockets. He replaces the brush and heads for the door only to run into an irritated Lisa Tyler.

Lisa Tyler: This has got to be a new low. Even by your subterranean standards.

Sloan sheepishly smiles.

Chainz: What do you mean?

Lisa Tyler: Why was there a naked woman running through my halls saying that someone stole her clothes and wouldn’t give them back?

Chainz: Well Lisa, I don’t want to be the one to tell you this, but you’ve got a lot of pervs on your roster.

She frowns.

Lisa Tyler: I'm in the presence of their king.

Dam steps into the office and goes to grab Michael Sloan, who backs up slightly.

Chainz: Relax big man; I was just on my way out.

Lisa Tyler: What possible business could you have in here?

Chainz: Nothing of consequence.

She frowns and Dam grabs Sloan and starts to check him. He checks every square inch and reaches into his pockets until he pulls out the baggie. He looks at it with raised eyebrows and passes it over to Lisa Tyler who examines it with the same look.

Lisa Tyler: You're repugnant.

Chainz: Oh come on baby, it’s not what it looks like.

She shudders.

Lisa Tyler: I do not do pet names, Sloan. Is that...my hair?

He shrugs his shoulders.

Chainz: Well you’re upset so if I told you I’d just get an earful.

Lisa Tyler: Out.

Chainz flashes a smile.

Chainz: Whatever you say bab…

Lisa Tyler: Don’t.

Chainz: Babe.

He steps out of the office and once in the hall he turns back to her.

Chainz: Fight it all you want, but it’ll happen sooner or later. You can’t resist me forever and I can’t get you out of my head now. I’ve got your scent Lisa and it smells sweet. I want more. I want to be inside you. I want you to feel me and I want your heart to be mine. I want you to love me like you’ve never loved anyone before. You can fight it all you want, but I’ll make it happen.

Disgust is written all over her face. No words need to be spoken. She slams the door shut as Chainz inhales her scent and heads off down the hall back to his wife.

Matt Mills: Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please?

In the ring, which has momentarily been cleared of the night's intrinsic violence, is PRIME's de facto head interviewer. Even he has joined in the night's pageantry, and is wearing his black tie apparel. In one corner of the ring, Lisa Tyler is chatting with the Board's representative, a very welcome bespectacled former intern.

Nick: Blaine Blair is in the building!

Richard: Probably ready to let Tyler know that Nelson's taking her job.

Matt Mills: I'd like to now draw your attention to a tradition that has become a part of Colossus. Each year the greatest show in sports entertainment provides a platform for us to open the doors of the Hall of Fame, to induct men and women who have shaped the face of PRIME.

An obligatory pop goes up for how rockin' PRIME is. Natch.

Matt Mills: Without PRIMEates like Hoyt Williams, Nova, Lindsay Troy, Karina Wolfenden, Ignatius Lisieux, and their Hall brethre, PRIME would not be the juggernaut it is today. So, without further adieu, may I direct your attention to the PRIME*View?

Prometheus LLC & PRIME Wrestling Welcome To The Hall of Fame...

The giant screen in left-center field comes to life, and the first video package comes up. Surprisingly, it doesn't focus on the ring, but on the announcer's table, with a close-up of Richard Parker's expression as Jon Rhine slams Hessian through the table.

Richard Parker

WHOOOO!

Fans begin to stand and applaud Richard who, for all his grotesque eccentricities, always has a one-liner to bring the TV broadcast to life.

Nick: Mr. Parker, we may have our disagreements, but it's always been a pleasure, my friend.

Richard: (choked up) Go suck something, Stuart, you sap.

The video package now shows Nick Stuart, eyes welling up, as he watches Ignatius Lisieux's final farewell to PRIME at Colossus IV.

Nick Stuart

WHOOOO!

Richard: We may have our disagreements, Stuart, but...well, all that stuff you said.

Nick: I...I don't know what to say.

The ol' peepers seem to be tearing up again as the fans continue to stand and applaud vigorously. A genuinely touched Nick Stuart rises from his chair, putting a hand to his heart at the warm reception from the Fenway faithful.

Richard: NICK'S GONNA CRY ON TV!

The pop for Nick lingers, and the PRIME*View switches to a shot of the ring. Absolutely exhausted, laying flat on the mat, and clutching the Universal Title to his chest, is the Viet Viper, circa Colossus V.

Chandler Tsonda

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

An especially proud cheer erupts from the crowd as they see the Sultan of Style's name go up on the PRIME*View, prompting "Welcome Home" to hit the PA, as Tsonda, in a very fine Italian suit, emerges from behind the curtain.

Nick: Ladies and gentlemen, I am truly moved to be honored in such a way, and especially in the class of a competitor like Chandler Tsonda.

Richard: Just think, Stuart, this time next year I'll be getting all teary at Snow's induction.

Matt Mills: If I could ask this year's sterling class to join me in the ring...

A first in PRIME PPV history is the dead air that follows as Nick and Richard drop their headsets to converge on the ring at roughly the same time as Tsonda. Blaine Blair leads another round of frenzied applause for all three members of this year's class.

Matt Mills: Gentlemen, I am honored to welcome you to a fraternity that represents PRIME's most venerated men and women.

He passes the microphone to Nick Stuart first, and the play-by-play man steps to the middle of the ring.

Nick Stuart: Fans, I have shared more than half a decade of PRIME with all of you, and it has been a true pleasure. I may be a man who works in the business of words...but at a time like this, I find myself at a remarkable loss for the right ones to sum up my feelings.

Once again, Nick is caught up with emotion, a sign of the heart that he has always worn on his sleeve. A pat on the back from Blaine Blair allows Nick to find himself.

Nick Stuart: I just want to thank everyone who has every shared a ReVolution, a Culture Shock, a Colossus with us. I'm humbled in the presence of world-class competitors and fans on a daily basis. Thank you all. Just...just thank you.

Another round of applause for Stuart brings the mic to Richard Parker, the brash color commentator who has been beside Nick for every step of the way.

Richard Parker: Well, PRIME...Blaine...Lisa...Nick...Taun Pham, wherever that crazy bastard is these days...it's been real. It's been fun. (Beat.) But it hasn't been real fun.

The Boston crowd can't help but laugh. Richard Parker, even in a veritable moment of glory, is tongue-in-cheek and politically incorrect.

Richard Parker: I'd like to thank Phil Spector, Dan Quayle, Starscream, Ms. Pacman, Monica Lewinsky, and Title IX. Without your guiding light, I never would've been able to lie my way through that first PRIME interivew.

Lisa Tyler rolls her eyes in the corner of the ring, but Blaine Blair finds himself chuckling. The man we all love to hate then tosses the microphone to Tsonda, a big winner last night against Wade Elliott. Within seconds, the Boston crowd embraces the Model Citizen.

TSON-DA! TSON-DA! TSON-DA!

Chandler Tsonda: Cheers, Boston.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Chandler Tsonda: (looks around) Funny thing, all this. I always called myself a future Hall of Famer, but that was just because it made my promos sound better.

The same grin that has carried Tsonda into the good graces of the fans can be seen from as far away as Faneuil Hall.

Chandler Tsonda: Anyway, I asked one of my interns to write a really great heartwarming speech, but he got absolutely schwasted last night at the Cask 'N Flagon...

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Chandler Tsonda: ...so you'll have to just bear with me for a moment. (pauses) I've been here a long time, since Asians ran the place and nobody knew what the hell a Tyler Rayne was.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Of course, the Tsuperstar can't get through a speech without a small shoutout for his infamous fallen comrade.

Chandler Tsonda: I've seen the good, the bad, the ugly, and the Lithuanian. And while I'm reticent to turn this moment into anything other than a celebration, I can't stay silent about something.

The tone of the crowd shifts slightly. People squirm. No one wants to address the ugliness that went on in Tsonda's match last night.

Chandler Tsonda: Look, PRIME, at last night for an example of how the current PRIME leadership treats its heroes, its Hall of Famers. Do we still stand by our credo: Number One by Definition? Or are we so afraid of the specter of the Board of Directors that we're willing to turn Colossus into a dog-and-pony show?

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

If Nick were in the booth, he'd certainly make a comment about Tsonda turning the Hall of Fame ceremony into a pulpit is borderline blasphemous. Nonetheless, the Boston crowd has no love for Lisa Tyler. Of course, it's hard to tell whether they dislike Tsonda's sentiment or the boss lady.

Chandler Tsonda: I love PRIME. Always will. Wouldn't be caught dead in SCCW or GCW, no matter how many times I bluff. C'mon, who else would have me?!

There's that grin again. Even with venomous sentiment towards BLT, he can muster up that damn thing.

His eyes haven't left Lisa Tyler once during this tangent, and hers are firmly fixed on the former Universal Champion.

Chandler Tsonda: But ask yourselves, when Colossus is come and gone, whether we're in good hands.

Finally, he pulls his gaze from the boss, and Blaine Blair exhales a large sigh of relief.

Chandler Tsonda: For now, though, I'm using my Hall of Fame powers for good, not evil. So, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce all of you owners of a free beer, paid for by the deep pockets of Prometheus and the PRIME Business Office!

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Chandler Tsonda: Just tell 'em Chan sent ya.

Oh, that grin. Gets us every time.

Chandler Tsonda: So, in closing, I thank all y'all who've ever bought a Model Citizen t-shirt, who've ever spent part of a paycheck to come see ReVolution, who've ever raised your voice an extra decibel for little ol' me. Without you guys, I'd just be a douchebag with great hair. From me to you, PRIME, a big wet smooch right on the lips. I love ya.

A regal selection of horn music plays as the new Hall members shake hands with Blair and Tyler (notable exception, of course, being Tsonda, who goes nowhere near Lisa Tyler). As they mill around, jovial mood largely infectous amongst them, the scene cuts away.

For the first time in a long time, Troy Douglas actually looks happy.

Fresh off his win to open up Night One of Colossus, the man who was onced dubbed Megatron is back at Fenway Park to watch PRIME's encore performance, and instead of his normal thousand-yard stare, Troy is smiling as he stands in front of a Colossus backdrop in the bowels of the venerable ballpark, looking casually at the camera.

Troy Douglas: Y'know, ladies and gentlemen, I've gone through a lot in the past year. You see, a year ago, I walked into Colossus V in my home state of North Carolina, in front of 70,000-plus screaming Carolinians who were begging the hometown boy to make good on PRIME's biggest stage. Didn't quite turn out that way for me that night, if you recall. That night, Kaiser Vashaun took me to my limit and beyond. He took me to the point where I could no longer answer the referee's call, and he walked out of Charlotte with what had been, to that point, my Intense Title.

Troy's smile lessens slightly as his expression sobers.

Troy Douglas: That was one year ago. The interim from then to now, it hasn't exactly been the best year of my life. I've been hurt, I've been unfocused, I've had to revisit a lot of bad, bad times in my past, and because of all of that, my performance inside that squared circle has suffered worse than it has in a long, long time. No matter who I wrestled, no matter what I tried, it seemed like I couldn't seem to turn that corner, and for a long time, that was tearing me up inside.

The smile returns, Troy's demeanor lightening once again as his eyes perk up towards the camera.

Troy Douglas: But now ...

Now, things have changed. I'm healthy, I'm focused and my life is in a better place than it's been in years. And if you're not convinced, if you still need some more evidence, then you can just turn back the clock about 24 hours and watch it all over again.

Meat ... Brandon ... whatever you want to be called nowadays, you whined for WEEKS that I was a ghost, a shell of myself. Honestly, you had it just about right. But, not last night, my friend. Not last night. Last night, one year after my world turned downwards, the climb back uphill began anew. The charge to reclaim the spark I lost is back on, and for that, I've got one piece of advice to everyone who wrestled last night, and everyone who's getting into that ring tonight.

Watch out.

I'm as good as I've ever been, folks, and I've got no intention of slowing down this time around. My life's in order, and I think it's about damn time that I put my career in order, too.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!

Troy Douglas: So right here, right now, what say I make a little vow? That one year from now, I won't be struggling to find my place in the world. One year from now, I won't be coming into Colossus as the hard-luck loser, the Nearly Man, the guy who always comes within a fraction of an inch without actually getting it done.

One year from now, I want to walk into Colossus and leave Colossus the exact same way.

As the best in the world.

Now, I'm not promising to have the Universal Title around my waist by the time CVII rolls around, but trust me when I tell you, that what I do in the next 12 months will make sure that no one EVER forgets the name of Troy Douglas.

So from Chandler Tsonda to Jason Snow, from Kaiser Vashaun to Devin Shakur, consider this your first, last, and only warning.

I am NOBODY'S doormat.

See you at the end of the road.

A split screen on the PRIME*View shows a promotional picture of Bryan Dawkins and Devin Shakur. The crowd erupts.

Richard: Anybody like roasted Hawaiian? I think we are about to get some tonight.

Nick: Tonight is the biggest match in the career of Bryan Dawkins and easily the most personal. Never before has someone gone to such extreme lengths just for the purpose of toying with his emotions.

Richard: Whereas, for The Man in Black, it's just another day at the office.

Nick: In his feud with Tyler Rayne, we saw some pretty deplorable acts on Shakur's part and he didn't disappoint when trying to manipulate Dawkins in the same manner.

Richard: I saw that little bastard getting off his banana boat on the way here today, and yeah he's not too happy.

Nick: The worst thing Dawkins did was have Daniels falsely arrested. While it had a big effect on Shakur, The Man in Black went a step above and beyond Dawkins.

Richard: In short because Dawkins can't get his evil on. He's not even breaking the same planet of douchebaggery.

Nick: I also remember Shakur getting beaten on a few times and fooled by an Army of Dawkins. However, when you threaten to fire a man, disguise yourself as his mentor, and break into his home for the sake of giving his kid a next of kin notification, I don't think anybody in Boston is going to cheer for you.

Richard: How did Shakur get away with that? I'm surprised he wasn't locked up for the next few years.

Nick: He gave the Cozen excuse from 166 and managed to get away with it. Dawkins also didn't want to press charges.

Richard: What a fool.

Nick: Well, the worst thing that could be done to Shakur if he went through the legal system is about a few years in the joint. If Dawkins is allowed to roam free in the cage, there will be no stopping him. He wants to knock Shakur clean out and I hope he does. Honestly, we don't need Shakur's kind running through the locker rooms anymore.

Richard: Oh, so now you are discriminating against him. What a surprise.

Nick: How Lisa Tyler still keeps this bastard employed, even though she knows what he'll do every time, is beyond me.

Richard: People tune in for Shakur's mind games and BLT knows that he'll draw.

Nick: He's drawn way too many lines in the sand and I'm hoping that they all catch up with him tonight. Dawkins is an incredible athlete and should be able to display his vast arsenal inside the cage.

Richard: But he's only got a cage. He can't go to the floor and he can't get any weapons. He's in a confined space with the most vicious striker on the roster. If Shakur can isolate Dawkins even for a few seconds, the match could be stopped by unconsciousness.

Nick: The referee is under strict orders not to stop the contest unless one competitor is completely unconscious and the other doesn't have any intention of pulling away.

Richard: This isn't the UFC, we don't have fucking referee stoppages.

Nick: We might have one tonight, Richard. Be that as it may, let's go up to Vince Howard for the in ring introductions now that the cage is officially up.

Vince Howard: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a Cell match! There is a small door on the outside that the competitors will enter through. Once both men are inside, the door will be sealed so neither man can get in or out of the cage. The only way to win the match is via pinfall or submission. There are no disqualifications and no countouts. Introducing first, from Hilo, Hawaii-

BRUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Big ovation already for Dawkins. You can tell who the crowd is supporting.

Vince Howard: He weighs in at 204 pounds...THE FLYIN HAWAIIAN, BRYANNNNNNN DAWKINSSSSSSSSS!

"WOO HOO!"

"Song 2" by Blur.

The PRIME*View comes to life with the theme, accompanied by pyrotechnics outside the Park along with orange and aqua spotlights. The video package of "The Flyin’ Hawaiian" Bryan Dawkins. Dawkins strolls out from the first base dugout to an ovation from some of the crowd, to which he replies with the Hawaiian "hang loose" hand gesture, before jogging down towards the ring.

Dawkins acknowledges fans all throughout the Park and plays to the crowd before walking up the stairs and entering the small door. Once in the ring, he jumps up to each turnbuckle to give the crowd his signature "hang loose" hand gesture. He then dismounts from the last turnbuckle and removes his sunglasses prior to stretching before the bout begins.

Vince Howard: Introducing his opponent-

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Vince Howard: From Raleigh, North Carolina, weighing in at 214 pounds...DEVINNNNNN SHAKURRRRRRRR!

All the spotlights available to Fenway Park shut down, but nobody in the crowd is confused. They all know who is coming and none of them are fans of his work.

In place of the normal howling voice of Rampage Jackson is a group of little girls standing on a sidewalk jumping rope. Collectively, they turn toward the camera and sing a song.

1...2...Devin's coming for you
3...4...Better lace your boots
5...6...Grab your crucifix
7...8...Gonna seal your fate
9...10...Never wrestle again

A cascading wave of black pyrotechnics outside the Park are a bigger indication that The Man in Black's arrival is imminent. His dark brown eyes invade the PRIME*View and the chants start, hot and heavy from 40,000 plus.

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]

Emerging from the third base dugout is The Man in...Red? Instead of the normal black trench coat enveloping his body, Shakur has elected for the brighter color and a pair of devil horns atop his head.

Without warning, four people come onto each side of Shakur and spew fire around him. The audience is taken for a real jolt. Shakur stands in place with a mischievous grin on his face.

Nick: Making a play on the fact that he's the devil in this rivalry.

Shak Diesel steps into the view of Bryan Dawkins and starts his way toward the ring. No entrance video highlighting his accolades. 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 in the Park. 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 cage, looking up at Dawkins and laughing maniacally. The Bruh isn't impressed.

With calculated precision, Shakur climbs up the stairs and steps into the cage. 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.

DING! DING! DING!

The atmosphere in Fenway Park is nothing short of electric. Even though Night 2 is chock full of matches that fans have been dying to see for months, the Cell match has a certain edge to it. There are those in attendance here just for the bloodshed they know will occur. Not many of the old school steel bar matches lack "color" as those in the wrestling business would say. Some lining the stands are diehard supporters of Tyler Rayne, who still gets referenced on a per promo basis whenever Devin Shakur opens his mouth. They need to see his career avenged and feel Bryan Dawkins is the proper man to do so.

Although, if you asked the fans here, most of them would say they just want to see Devin Shakur suffer because the rat son of a bitch deserves everything coming to him.

Once the padlocks are applied on the small door, Bryan Dawkins explodes across the cage with furious anger, unleashing lefts and rights on The Man in Black like there is no tomorrow. If the ending of Pay-Per-Views are any indication, should Dawkins lose the match, there actually might not be one, and The Bruh can't take that risk. He continues wailing away with the rights and lefts, while Shakur throws his arms up and covers his head from any injury.

DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS!

Nick: The crowd already behind The Bruh and we haven't gotten thirty seconds into the contest.

Richard: These people are truly unappreciative of greatness. I mean, come on, Buckner did the greatest gag job in the history of baseball and it took them like eighteen years to forgive him.

Nick: I hope you don't have a Lincoln Continental rental car.

Richard: I do, why do you ask?

Nick: It just got keyed and the tires have been slashed.

Richard: GAH!

The Flyin Hawaiian rifles off a pair of kicks to the midsection of Shakur, who is still in the corner protecting himself. Maybe he thinks the referee will step in and remove Dawkins from the predicament. Dawkins shouts "Come on ya pansy" before continuing on with his assault. Right. Left. Mafia kick. Spinning back kick. Shakur stays shelled up like a turtle.

Nick: Shakur's wrists have to be swollen already, but he's doing what he needs to do.

Richard: This is something Kaiser Vashaun can't do later, you know because his head goes all the way across the outfield.

Nick: Enough with the Vashaun head jokes.

Richard: You can get from Florida to California on that thing in about 60 hours. It's great. Gotta watch out for bumps though.

Dawkins reaches for one of the arms and tries to slither through, but Shakur isn't budging. The crowd delivers a chorus of boos. The referee, who is positioned over in the corner, can't do much, shrugging his shoulders when Dawkins looks back at him. Another kick to the leg provides nothing for Dawkins, who switches gears and lands a superman punch on Shakur's back. Dawkins reaches down and tries to pull Shakur up, but finds himself unable to get Shakur past his knees due to the strength advantage.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: The fans aren't particularly fond of Shakur's methods, but this is strategy.

Richard: He knows that he's unable to win a match in this manner, but Dawkins can tire himself out if he goes to the well once too often.

Nick: If there is one thing that can't be questioned about Dawkins it is his cardio. The man is a sick athlete on his own, but with the amount of training he does, I don't think he'll blow himself out.

Dawkins puts an elbow into the wrist of Shakur, but he still can't get anything from The Man in Black. From the corner of the camera, a figure comes barreling into view, confusing Richard and Nick. He runs with a furious passion toward the cage, dodging and weaving security guards who dive and look to tackle him. Miraculously, he makes it all the way to the cage and slams his hands against the steel, screaming at Dawkins from a close range. The noise is so loud it forces Dawkins to turn away and notice the fan. He is wearing a Devin Shakur t-shirt and wig combination.

Nick: We got some idiot fan trying to be a big man and act cool to his friends.

The split second distraction is all that Shak Daddy needs to reach up, grab the tights of Dawkins, and slam him head first into the cage. The Man in Black points toward the fan and shifts his attention back to Dawkins.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Was that a plan on Shakur's part?

Richard: I love it. This is Colossus, the biggest show in the history of our sport and you have to bring the A game bag of tricks. It looks like Shakur has done just that.

While the fan is shown a violent exit, Shakur soccer kicks Dawkins in the midsection and drops a double ax handle across the spine. Dawkins scrambles, looking for some breathing room, but The Man in Black is giving him none of it. He drops an elbow across the back and mounts Dawkins from the back, paint brushing him across the back of the head and quickly standing up. Dawkins turns around and observes Shakur slicking his hair back and beckoning The Flyin' Hawaiian forward.

Nick: Shakur going for a more classic approach.

Richard: That slapping must have been an insult in Dawkins country because he don't look too happy about it.

Nick: This is just another one of Shakur's mind games. He's trying to get Dawkins to lose his focus and hopefully Dawkins doesn't bite.

Dawkins comes out to the center of the ring and comes in for a lock up on Shakur. The Flyin Hawaiian plants his feet and pushes forward, a little bit confounded as to how he's getting a power advantage over one of the strongest pound for pound wrestlers on the roster. He is able to back Shakur near the corner, but at the last moment the switch occurs and Shakur seizes control. He pushes Dawkins head against the cage and shouts "ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FI-" before breaking the hold.

Nick: Shakur is putting himself on the clock, actually breaking before the count of five even though there is no chance of disqualif-

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The sound of flesh smacking against flesh resonates throughout The Park. The Flyin Hawaiian's head is tilted to the side while Shakur stands in front of him with a mischievous grin.

Nick: Shakur slapping Dawkins across the face and now look at him run.

Richard: It's all gotta be a trick.

Dawkins rushes forward, pawing away at thin air while Shakur bobs his way backwards and avoids the assault of The Flyin Hawaiian. Dawkins tries a Superman punch and spinning back kick, but Shakur is too slick to avoid the shots.

Nick: None of this is going how Bryan Dawkins planned. You know he wanted to get Shakur in there and maul him, but he's been thrown off his game just a little bit and look at him.

Richard: Shakur is the most psychological person on the roster, and he almost might be the most psychotic and none of that bodes well for Dawkins.

Shakur continues to show his Anderson Silva style, eluding the angry hands and feet of Bryan Dawkins. The Bruh fakes a punch and tries to get around the side, but Shakur sees right through it and sweeps him out with a nasty leg kick. Before Dawkins can defend, Shakur whirls around and lands a spinning back fist on the forehead, backing Dawkins up. The Man in Black winds up and connects on a elbow to the top of the head. He palm strikes Dawkins across the forehead before taking him underneath the arm and launching him out into the center of the ring. Shakur adjusts his pants and charges forward, landing a clothesline that puts Dawkins down.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Shakur is starting to pick up the pace, but allowing his strikes to have their maximum effect on Dawkins. Not many people anywhere can withstand the onslaught.

Shakur pulls Dawkins up to a standing position and peppers him with a forearm shot. Dawkins backs into the corner where Shakur rushes in and lands a knee to the midsection. Another forearm shot keeps Dawkins on the defensive while Shakur ascends the ropes and kisses his fist. He looks down at the battered Dawkins and hammers away.

One

Two

Shakur looks out and frowns when nobody counts along with him.

Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Shakur jumps off the ropes and launches Dawkins into the center of the ring with a Fireman's carry. He rushes off the ropes, hops into the air, and drops a leg across the throat. After posing like the egregious douchebag that he is, Shakur covers.

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

THRE-

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Shakur pulls Dawkins head up and taunts the crowd, an uncharacteristic move from his arsenal.

Nick: What is he doing now? If you have a chance to pin the man then do so.

Richard: Not on this stage, Nick. You gotta rub it in.

Nick: Shakur is trying to insult Dawkins here and make him regret ever stepping into the ring.

Richard: He's doing the work Dawkins should have done for him. What a trooper.

The Man in Black continues his unorthodox offense, grabbing Dawkins and backing him into the corner. A knife edge chop pierces the skin and forces Dawkins out of the corner. Shakur gives him a powerful shove back and drives his head into the sternum of The Bruh. Dawkins sinks into the second rope. He doesn't have to worry though, Shakur picks him up and launch him across the ring with a sickening thud.

Richard: He's enjoying this. I think he has it fixed in his mind that Dawkins won't be able to pull anything out that can beat him.

Nick: If he thinks like that, it'll be all the sweeter when Dawkins sneaks a roll up on him and has his hand raised.

Richard: Dream on, sucker.

Shakur comes out of the corner slowly and lands a massive uppercut which lifts Dawkins off the ground. Once Dawkins gets sturdy legs underneath him, Shakur whirls his body 180 degrees and lands a spinning back kick. The Bruh is grateful he didn't decide to stock up at the catering facility on the way toward the ring. Shakur shoves Dawkins the rest of the way into the corner and elbows The Bruh across the forehead. He'll have a giant bump that will require some ice after this one is all said and done.

Nick: Corner to corner and methodical. Even if he is acting like an arrogant tool, Shakur's wrestling style is capable of winning matches.

Richard: Ask about half the roster that.

Nick: What about Chandler Tsonda?

Richard: Did you have to go there?

A headbutt only enhances the eventual bump on The Bruh's forehead. Shakur takes hold of Dawkins arm and whips him across the ring into the other buckle. Once Shakur hears the sweet sound of back smacking against said buckle, he bolts across the ring and leaps into the air, looking for a Stinger Splash.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

But Bryan Dawkins steps out of the way and is already scurrying off the ropes before Shakur can turn around. Snap clothesline. Shakur gets up. Dropkick. He's a little flustered. Another dropkick.

Richard: Get out of there, Shakur!

Shakur clutches at his left leg each time he gets up, but keeps walking into Dawkins retaliatory offense. Knee to the midsection. Dawkins acquires wrist control and flings Shakur across the ring, catching him on the rebound and back body dropping him so high that his feet smack against the cage.

Nick: Bryan Dawkins is about ready to kick this match into another gear.

Richard: Shakur is just letting the young pup have his moment in the sun before breaking his will.

Shakur flails about in the ring, trying to recapture his bearings. Dawkins crouches down and explodes from the corner, his shoulder tearing into Shakur's midsection with a nasty spear.

Nick: You call that giving someone their moment in the sun?

Richard: Shakur likes to make his opposition look real good.

The Bruh switches to a mount on the dazed Shakur and unleashes with a series of thunderous right hands. Shakur looks for an avenue of escape, trying to buck Dawkins off, but the young Hawaiian has taken tips from video on how to thwart Shakur in these situations. He keeps the hooks locked in and continues pouring on the punches. This is what he has waited months for. The chance to pound Devin Shakur's face in until the former Universal Champion looks like a package of hamburger meat. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left.

Nick: Realllllllll good?

Richard: I dare you to try and act all high and mighty after this bullshit act you are pulling.

Shakur goes for a right hand but Dawkins picks up the pace and keeps the pressure on. A small cut forms on the top of Shakur's head and trickles down onto the forehead.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: And listen to these savages. What a bunch of brutes. They are cheering when someone is busted open.

Nick: When that someone happens to be Devin Shakur, yes I think it is right to cheer.

Dawkins lands five more clean shots before Shakur is able to shake him off with the assistance of the cage. However, the tide of the match has changed drastically. Dawkins rifles off a kick to the sternum and forearm shivers Shakur against the ropes. He firmly grabs a hold of the hair and runs across the ring, lifting Shakur at the last second and slamming his face into the cage.

BRUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Richard: Oh great, now we're going to start this.

To the other side and into the cage again.

BRUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The crowd readies themselves for the biggest Bruh of all. Dawkins crouches down, runs in place for a few seconds, and bolts across the ring, throwing all of his strength into the throw. Shakur's blood decorates the bars and then his face decorates the canvas. Flair flop.

Nick: Bryan Dawkins giving Shakur some of his own brutal medicine there and nobody is sitting down.

Richard: They should, their boners are making me very uncomfortable.

Nick: That was a lovely image for the paying audience.

Richard: It's like Trish Stratus walked by in her prime without clothes on and dropped a quarter...

Nick: ...Now I'm gonna have to move away from you.

The Man in Black is yanked to his feet and looks desperate. He shoves Dawkins away and tries to gather some room for himself. Dawkins charges ahead and leaps onto the top rope, trapping Shakur's head in the corner. He looks out at the crowd and holds up his fist, giving it the same kiss Shakur gave his earlier. It's a safe assumption that they'll count along.

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

TEN

Dawkins uses his position and flips Shakur into the middle of the ring with a hurricanrana. Shakur stumbles back and haphazardly looks for a collar and elbow tie up. Dude has no idea where he's at right now. Dawkins clobbers him in the gut with a right hand. Shakur spins around and gets popped in the jaw by The Bruh, sending the crowd into a frenzy when Shakur's head snaps back and blood goes flying everywhere.

Nick: Shakur is getting torn apart right now and there's nothing he can do. Dawkins is flying high.

Richard: I demand a fucking restart, right now.

Another wave of excitement resonates throughout the building. Shakur takes a kick to the midsection and a knife edge chop across his chest.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

And one more.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Shakur grunts and groans as he comes out of the corner. Dawkins rushes across the ring, hits the ropes hard, locks Shakur's head and slams him into the canvas with a whipping DDT. Shakur rolls over onto his back and Dawkins has the perfect attempt for a cover.

But he doesn't take it. He's got far too much punishment left to dish out tonight.

Nick: Shakur has gone from being confident and in control to a bloody mess. Dawkins is giving these people exactly what they want.

Richard: And none of them deserve it, not a damn one of them.

Even though he is groggy, Shakur is still persistent. If he regains control, God help The Bruh. Dawkins puts a little English on a boot to Shakur's head, sending him back down to the canvas. A standing legdrop leads into a backwards roll and dropkick to the side of the head.

Nick: This is turning into a one sided beatdown. All it took was Dawkins acquiring control of the match.

Richard: Piss off, Yankee fan.

Shakur smacks the mat and once again tries to get up on his own. He's blocked by Dawkins, who levels The Man in Black with a boot to the ribs. He grabs a hold of Shakur's arm and twists it around. The High Flying Hawaiian wastes no time in walking over toward the ropes. Accompanied by a sea of flashbulbs, Dawkins leaps up onto the top rope and jumps over Shak Diesel, performing a sic arm drag that slams Shakur into the cage.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: Shakur's back slammed into the cage violently! He's also clutching at the left leg, might have done some hip damage in the process.

Richard: That foreigner should be taken back to where he came from and stuffed in a fucking crate.

Nick: When Bryan Dawkins gets going, he is one of the most exciting wrestlers on the roster, but now Shakur has to deal with the fact that he picked this stipulation.

Richard: Humbug.

Dawkins gets a sick smile on his face, strolling over to the corner and picking up the bloody Shakur. He elbows Shakur across the forehead and shoots him into the ropes. Dawkins hits the opposite side and goes for a flying elbow-

Ball shot.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Richard: BACK BACK BACK AND GONE!

Nick: Shakur using typical Shakur offense to keep himself alive, when Dawkins was on the verge of victory.

Richard: Quit your whining you prick, you knew this was coming at some point.

Nick: For those of you who missed it-

Richard: Stop staring at the ugly trash you call women.

Nick: Shakur probably didn't know what would happen until he started stumbling. Dawkins was inches away from landing the elbow when Shakur fell and stuck his foot up, but he got it in the right place.

Richard: Boy did he ever.

Shakur rolls over to the East side of the cage and starts his ascent back into the dominant position. He's been cut in several places and needs to ensure that Dawkins doesn't get anymore momentum or attempt another comeback. He might have been taking Dawkins lightly earlier, but now the momentum is going to get turned up. Pushing off the ropes, Shakur turns around and readies himself for Dawkins, who is doubled over but crawling toward him.

Nick: I don't like the look on Shakur's face. He's got something dastardly in mind for Dawkins.

Richard: After all that little commie has done to him, I think he deserves a little pwn.

Shakur soccer kicks Dawkins in the shoulder and yanks him to a vertical base. Locking his arms around the waist, Shakur doesn't hold back on the big moves, throwing Dawkins overhead in a belly to belly suplex that bounces him off the cage.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Shakur counteracting the entire moveset of Dawkins with just one counter, and he's got Dawkins in some trouble.

The angle of the suplex was so odd, botched on purpose, that Dawkins now has his left foot caught in the cage. He reaches up to free himself, but Shakur comes over with a boot and stops him cold. He places the heel across Dawkins throat and starts taking free shots at the knee and ankle while Dawkins is choking.

Richard: Proving that the most effective attack doesn't have to be the flashiest.

DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS!

The Man in Black finally relinquishes his chokehold and reaches down into the left leg of his pants, struggling because his belt is still on. He puts a boot into Dawkins mouth and continues to fight against the belt, maneuvering his fingers around. After a few more nonchalant boots to The Bruh, Shakur wrestles whatever he was looking for out of his pants, a thin piece of pipe.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Are you serious?

Richard: That would explain why Shakur was always clamoring on about his leg whenever he took a fall.

Nick: Shakur smuggled a damn pipe into the cage and now he's got Dawkins all tied up with no where to go.

Richard: This is where shit gets nasty, folks.

The Man in Black twirls the pipe around his hands, looking down at Dawkins and offering a dorky wave before smashing his ankle with the metal. Dawkins recoils up and tries to escape from the cage. Shakur drops down and places Dawkins neck under the ropes, leaving Dawkins completely helpless.

Richard: And no he's got ABSOLUTELY no where to go. Shakur can do whatever he wants for however long he wants.

Nick: Dawkins might want to pass out rather than endure this.

Shakur clutches the stick with both hands and swings hard, hitting the ankle and making The Bruh scream out in pain. He doesn't want to give Shakur the satisfaction of knowing he's hurt, but when something strikes you that hard, it's kind of difficult not to. Shakur does his best Gary Sheffield stance and slices into Dawkins leg again. The Bruh tilts his head to the side and is able to get back up, clawing at his leg and trying to get himself down.

Shakur takes a step back, plops in the middle of the ring and sits Indian style, watching Dawkins.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Shakur continues to toy with Dawkins, playing mind game after mind game.

Richard: I would call this getting a breather.

Nick: And I would call you a complete tool for endorsing this.

Richard: Yeah, when the shoe is on the other foot you love to play. What if Dawkins was doing this? You would be screaming "HIT HIM AGAIN" like the true fanboy you are.

Continuing to writhe in pain, Dawkins sticks his fingers into the small opening and starts wedging his foot out of the entrapment. Shakur rolls over onto his side and stands up, wiping blood from his eyes. He walks over to Dawkins and taps him on the shoulder. Dawkins swipes at Shakur, who easily steps back and out of the way.

Devin Shakur: Now if you hadn't gone and done that-

Shakur delivers an overhand swing, smacking the pipe into Dawkins forehead and, perhaps inadvertently, liberating him from the cage.

Devin Shakur: I could have been nice about it.

Nick: Yeah, I'm sure he would have been.

Richard: Shakur with a massive advantage now. Dawkins leg is so bent out of shape he can't stand up.

Indeed, Richard is correct on that assessment. Shakur tries to pull Dawkins onto his feet but The Flyin Hawaiian is incapable of standing up. A good portion of that could have to do with him getting smacked in the head with a pipe, but his leg isn't a solid foundation anymore. Shakur stomps on the kneecap and takes Dawkins underneath the arms, bringing him up to his feet. The Man in Black hoists Dawkins up, catering to the injured leg, and drops him with a cradle slam.

DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS!

Nick: Shakur signaling that the end is near here. I think he's done enough damage to Dawkins and is looking to put it away.

Richard: He can do it pretty much whenever. Dawkins needs energy to kick out and I don't think he's got enough left.

The former Universal Champion reaches down and starts undoing his belt, glancing up at the top of the cage and over at Dawkins.

Nick: What in the world is he gonna do here?

Richard: Gonna whip him with the belt, some old Southern justice about to come down right here.

Shakur grabs the metal and slips the leather through all the placeholders. He looks up at the ceiling of the cage again and over at Dawkins, who is struggling in the corner to get up.

Richard: I'm surprised he didn't bring a belt buckle.

Nick: That belt is pretty damn big itself. I'm surprised it fit around his pants.

Richard: Well...yeah, you know what joke I'm going to do.

Shakur clutches the middle of the belt and slings it upward, missing his intended target the first time. The leather smacks him in the face. Swearing, he grabs the middle again and slings it at an angle, getting the belt through the cage and back into his hands. Shakur fashions a noose out of the available leather and glances over at Dawkins.

Nick: Oh no! No!

Richard: Well, this is going to be justice alright.

Nick: He's gonna hang Dawkins in the damn cell!

Richard: Maybe he's gonna offer Dawkins a way out. You know, this is somewhat like a prison.

Nick: Dawkins needs to get a move on and quick, otherwise he's going to be in more trouble than he can possibly imagine.

Shakur takes a hold of The Flyin Hawaiian's shoulders and shoves him over toward the belt. Dawkins collapses in a heap, but Shakur isn't going to be deterred. He grabs Dawkins from the canvas and sticks his head into the noose. Grasping hard on the other end, Shakur strains to pick Dawkins off the canvas and leave his feet kicking for sturdy ground.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: This is heinous!

Richard: This is definitely extreme.

Nick: Shakur is hanging someone, what the hell is wrong with you?

Richard: I'm a depraved son of a bitch who hates foreigners.

Nick: Dawkins is having the strength, the life blood sapped from his being and Shakur-

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Just latched onto Dawkins, locking him in a body triangle. He's now faced with the task of holding his own weight while wrapping his legs around the midsection of The Flyin Hawaiian.

Nick: Both of them are off the ground here. Shakur has to combat about 400 pounds plus on one end all while trying to suck the oxygen from Dawkins in another manner.

Richard: Shakur is nasty, dude.

Even if Shakur blows all of his strength into this, he's not going to be able to hold Dawkins like this for long. The look on his face though says that every second is worth it. Dawkins can't kick with Shakur's added body weight on his back, but he's trying to pinch or do something to Shakur in an attempt to release the pressure. Shakur cinches on, gritting his teeth and doing everything in his power to hold on to the other end of the belt.

Nick: I've never seen someone so hell bent on trying to sabotage someone else's career.

Richard: He's been up there for a good fifteen seconds. Dude is losing his grip.

Nick: I'm hoping that he loses it right now.

Shakur lands a headbutt onto Dawkins, who is on the verge of passing out. It's amazing he hasn't already considering how hard Shakur is pulling and for how long he has. Dawkins body tries to kick into overdrive and push out a big burst of adrenaline, but Shakur lets go of the belt and drops down to the canvas.

OHHHH-RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

And in the process, Bryan Dawkins managed to sacrifice his own skull by slamming it into Shakur's before The Man in Black could completely pull away and end the match. Both men are laid out in the center of the ring.

Nick: We've seen a violent, violent match here folks. Shakur almost had that one put away and he might have done the longer term damage, but Dawkins managed one last act of desperation.

Richard: He's only delaying the inevitable, Nick.

Nick: Shakur's jaw might have been cracked when their heads collided, because he hasn't moved at all.

Richard: Well, falling from a height of ten feet and having your head smashed doesn't exactly make you want to get up right away.

Nick: Dawkins is in a bad way but Shakur isn't much better. They both have lost a good amount of blood. You have to think this is going to be the final exchange coming up momentarily.

The fans on the PRIME*View get an excellent shot of Devin Shakur's eyes opening and none of them hide their disdain.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Shakur hears the welcoming sounds of hatred and rolls over onto his stomach, checking to see if his head is still attached to the rest of his body. Dawkins peepers open and his arms go up to his head, either wiping the blood away from vision or doing the same thing Shakur is.

Nick: Both men starting to stir a little bit here. I'll be anxious to see which one can control the tempo and how long they will want that tempo to be maintained.

Richard: They have to go for broke, no other way about it.

Shakur paws out and grabs a hold of the rope. Dawkins does the same on his side of the ring, using the cables in a far more supportive manner because of his injured wheel. Shakur wraps onto the second rope and pulls up. Dawkins cups his hands together and pulls them close to his body. Shakur stands up and rushes over to Dawkins. He knows that after all the abuse, The Bruh can't have much more left in the tank.

THWACK!

Nick: DAWKINS WITH THE PIPE! HE CAUGHT SHAKUR WITH HIS OWN WEAPON!

The Man in Black rolls backwards, tumbling over himself like he just received a Brock Lesnar right hand. Dawkins flings the pipe to his side and charges ahead, catching Shakur when he gets up with the move of the night.

Nick: GOOD TIMES PAINFUL MEMORIES! HE JUST KNOCKED SHAKUR DOWN WITH HIS OWN FINISHER!

Richard: RIGGED! RIGGED! RIGGED!

Dawkins falls down for a cover.

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: HOW IN THE HELL did Shakur kick out of that combination?

Richard: He's a God, Nick. There IS no other way to explain that.

Nick: A pipe shot to the head, and you can see the effects of it, Shakur has another cut on his head, and a hard shot to the temple. Shakur doesn't even know where he is now.

Richard: But he's still in the match. Dawkins almost snuck by with a victory, but Shakur saved himself with that kickout.

Dawkins sighs loudly and drags Shakur onto his knees, forearm shivering him in the head. The Bruh bounces off the ropes hard and puts his knee into the side of The Man in Black's head.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Nick: WAVERUNNER! DAWKINS NAILS THE WAVERUNNER! A THIRD consecutive shot to the head!

Dawkins looks over at the top rope. He knows the one move that'll end this once and for all.

Richard: NO! NO! HIS LEG HAS GOTTA STILL BE OUT! HE CAN'T GO UP TO THE TOP!

Nick: That's EXACTLY where he's going! Shakur is out in the center of the ring!

DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS!

The Flyin Hawaiian slowly crawls over toward the ropes, taking a hold of the top cable and climbing. He doesn't have the luxury of exiting the ring and hoping up, not that he could with the damage done to his leg. He takes a few seconds to wipe the blood pouring into his eyes and continues on the journey. If he gets up there and lands the shooting star, Shakur won't have the energy left to kick out. That much he is certain of. But he has to get there first.

Nick: No Daniels. No more tricks. Dawkins is one jump away from defeating Devin Shakur and solidifying his place as a superstar!

DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS!

The Flyin Hawaiian puts an enormous amount of pressure on his hands, the muscles starting to shake from being vandalized so much. He looks out into the throng of bloodthirsty animals, begging and pleading for Shakur's demise. Somewhere out there in the world, Tyler Rayne is watching and hoping as well. In the back, his mentor Chandler Tsonda is watching on a monitor, fist pumping and urging his pupil on.

The Man in Black is still motionless, blood from the pipe shots he received still clouding his vision. His back is worn out and so are his legs. It'd take a miracle for him to start moving after the vicious assault he's received.

DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS! DAWKINS!

The Flyin Hawaiian finally gets to the top rope with the assistance of the cage. He turns his body around and looks down at his antagonist lying in a heap, a shell of his former self. He doesn't look so bad when he's fighting to stay conscious.

Nick: DO IT, KID! THIS MAY BE YOUR ONLY CHANCE!

Dawkins takes a moment and points out to the 40,000 plus in attendance, who give him the Hang Loose gesture in return. Regardless of where he goes, he's beloved by everybody in the PRIME nation.

Dawkins fixates his gaze and finger down toward Shakur, but switches up to the chief digit, the one finger salute. The Flyin Hawaiian crouches down and surges through the air.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Well, he was in the process of surging through the air, but something stopped him.

Or rather, someone.

Someone not even in the ring.

A cameraman reached through the steel bars with a paper thin pipe and jammed Dawkins in the back of his kneecap.

Nick: WHAT THE HELL?

Richard: Genius! Shakur had that as a last resort, what a contingency plan!

Nick: How many cameramen do we have around the ringside area?

Richard: This is what you get when you have a massive event like Colossus. Media from all over the world want a piece and apparently someone wanted a piece of Dawkins right there.

Nick: Dawkins was stationed on the top rope. There are only a few cameramen who are tall enough to reach that high without leaving their fe...Oh no.

The villainous cameraman steps away from the structure, places his camera on the ground, and removes his hat.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: DANIELS! OH MY GOD!

Richard: The ace of spades, baby. Always comes up clutch when you need him.

Nick: How in the hell does Shakur get away with having someone like that around?

Richard: He's on the roster, Nick, don't besmirch a paid employee that way.

Nick: This is sick. Dawkins is hung up in the ropes and Shakur just got one massive reprieve from that move. This match was over!

Richard: Stop with the excuses, Nick. You play to win the game. Hello? Shakur comes to win every single time.

Nick: He needed a damn fan earlier, the pipe in his pants, and Daniels just to stay on par with Dawkins.

The Man in Black looks over at The Biker, now standing against the cage and rattling the bars, encouraging his brother to get up and finish the match. Underneath his rising body, a pool of blood has formed, but Shakur is moving toward Dawkins. Much like earlier, Dawkins is caught in a position he can't escape from without a tremendous amount of strength being exerted, and The Bruh doesn't have enough left in the tank.

Nick: Dawkins needs to push one more time. I hope his knee isn't permanently damaged from that unprotected shot.

Shakur paws his way up to a standing position and soaks in the venom from the Boston crowd. Putting a forearm across his face to clear the crimson from his face, Shakur stalks over toward The Flyin Hawaiian and liberates him from the ropes, upside down. The Man in Black brings his opposition out to center ring and holds him there.

Richard: Dawkins with no where to go now. Shakur is going to give him the proper justice.

Shakur winds up and lands a knee on the forehead. Dawkins slumps down, but Shakur shows enough resolve to pick him back up and fire off a second knee. He feels the reserve in Dawkins slowly evaporating and knows that he's ready to put him away. Reasserting his grip, Shakur locks his arms around Dawkins waist and flops straight down onto his ass.

Tombstone piledriver. The botched one.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Shakur took the necessary precautionary of shifting Dawkins head down just a tad before the drop, so his entire neck would smack against the canvas. The Man in Black rolls to his side and covers the motionless Dawkins.

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

DING! DING! DING!

Nick: That was just disgusting!

Vince Howard: The winner of the match...DEVINNNNNNNNNNNNNN SHAKURRRRRRRRRRRR!

The debris comes in hard and heavy from all sides of the crowd, even those who know their beverage or bag of popcorn aren't going to make it anywhere near the ring throw anyway. None of them are excited about what just went down. Elvis Nixon immediately hovers over Dawkins and motions for officials from the back to come out and give assistance.

Christian Daniels takes the key away from a ringside technician while "Black Hole Sun" plays over the speakers. He reaches up and undoes the locks, allowing Shakur to be yanked through the ropes and assisted toward the dug out. It also allows those officials sprinting from the dugout to enter the ring and look over The Bruh, who still hasn't moved after the tombstone.

Nick: Shakur showing no class and no respect for his fellow wrestler. It just makes you hate the miserable bastard even more.

Richard: Dawkins knew what he was getting into when he started this-

Nick: Really? He knew that he could potentially have his neck broken because Shakur doesn't give a damn about anybody other than himself?

Richard: Precisely.

Nick: I don't know how you can sit there while that happened. Shakur might have just ended his second career this year. That's a cancer on the locker room and a cancer to the company.

Richard: Here's an idea, don't go after him. Leave him alone. If you remember right, Dawkins was the one who wanted the challenge. Rayne was the one who broke his ankle. They got what they came for.

Nick: Maybe I'm the only one with a set of morals around here, but there's a reason nobody has done that move in the United States since 1997, and even then he said he was sorry privately

Richard: Shakur doesn't apologize for fights he has to finish, however he has to finish them.

The cage starts getting dissembled even quicker and a neck brace has been brought in for Dawkins. He's got the feeling back in his extremities, but he still doesn't have the strength to move, and none of the medical personal want him to anyway.

Nick: I would say let's go back and take a look at the replay, but nobody deserves to see something of that magnitude another time.

Richard: I'm sure Shakur just got banned from Hawaii.

Nick: He ought to be banned from the sport, entirely.

Fleeing into the dugout, Devin Shakur and Christian Daniels avoid the batteries and other objects being thrown at them from the angry crowd.

Nick: We will try to have a report on Bryan Dawkins condition if we can get one, but it's safe to say he's heading to the hospital.

Richard: Good riddance I say. Who is gonna be next to step up and challenge Shakur?

Nick: We're going to focus away from the ring while these guys get the stretcher in and continue tearing down the cage. I hope Lisa Tyler is giving it to Shakur backstage as we speak.

Richard: I doubt Sun Tzu would allow that.

Nick: Not that! She better be handing him a pink slip!

Richard: Fat chance.

The last image seen from the ring is Bryan Dawkins being loaded onto the stretcher. He gave it a monumental effort, but the tricks of The Man in Black were too much to overcome. A concerned Chandler Tsonda eyes the situation from the first base dugout.

Nick: Folks, we’re about to go backstage to Matt Mills who is standing by with one-half of the Colossus main event… the 5 Star Champion and Universal title challenger… Kaiser Vashaun

The shot switches to Matt Mills, standing just outside the locker room backstage. His microphone doesn’t sit perched in its usual place, just under his chin. Instead, it hangs loosely in Mills right hand, swinging by his leg. There is no Kaiser Vashaun in sight. Just Mills and the bare walls of a Fenway corridor.

Richard: What the hell’s goin on?

Nick: Matt, can you hear us?

With that prompting, Mills raises the microphone to his lips.

Matt: I can, Nick. Unfortunately, the subject of this scheduled interview isn’t around. In fact, he’s nowhere to be found.

Nick: Beg pardon?

Matt: Kaiser Vashaun was supposed to show up five minutes ago for this interview. But as you can see… that didn’t happen. Within just the last few moments, talk has started to spread amongst those backstage… from high ranking PRIME officials, to local stage hands helping out, to members of the catering company working tonight’s event. It seems that no one has seen Kaiser Vashaun at any point this evening. Folks are beginning to wonder if the 5 Star Champion is even here at Fenway tonight. It seems as if one-half of the Colossus main event has gone missing on the night of arguably the biggest match in PRIME history.

Richard: Are you kidding me?! Cold feet…

Nick: I refuse to believe Kaiser Vashaun won’t show up for his match just moments fromnow.

Richard: Well, then he better get here quick. But if he’s smart… he’ll stay missing and avoid the humiliation that everyone suffers when they step into that ring with Jason Snow.

A crowd of people – crew, press, staff and even fans with backstage access – crowded around the doors the led to the main parking area. Blue lights danced beyond the open doors as sirens wailed. Pushing past them, through, them in front of a stretcher that was being rushed forwards by two paramedics, came Jay Phoenix.

His hair was matted, stuck to his scalp, his face red with dried – and still seeping – blood. Dark bruises were already starting to form under his eyes and his nose was swollen and misshapen. None of that mattered though; it was the look of sheer desolation in his eyes that stood out the most.

Pushing the gaggle of people to one side he stared, in pained shock, at the unconscious figure that was strapped to it, oxygen mask covering a bruised and bleeding face. Rick James. As the stretcher exited the building, moving towards the nearby ambulance, Phoenix moved to follow but a tug at his arm distracted him. The sea of faces crowded in around him, swallowed him, as a single voice rang out.

"You just lost, Jay – the match and your career – how does it feel?"

His arms struck out, pushing the people away from him as he broke free of their grasp, staring wild eyed but failing to identify who had spoken among the shocked faces.

Jay Phoenix: Feel? I don’t know – but .. Rick ... it wasn’t meant to end like this. Not like this!

Finally free of the grasping hands Phoenix rushed out, into the night, towards the ambulance and away from PRIME.

The crowd is buzzing as the end of the biggest Pay-Per-View in PRIME history is buzzing for their main event. Snow vs Vashaun. The big one. Both titles are on the line, and no one is more anxious to see the rewards of their hard work as Lisa Tyler staring out the window of her luxury box on her feet. While the nervousness in her heart isn't obvious by her icy gaze, even she can't manage to contain her excitement. Visable by an obvious restlessness.

Lisa Tyler: What's the holdup?

Panning the scene shows Dametreyus Fuqueiawytas standing by her side. Silent. Observant. Huge.

Dam: Waitin' on a big ol' entrance, seems to be.

Lisa Tyler: Right...

Almost on cue the door to Lisa Tyler's room bursts open to reveal two figures. One massive and one drastically smaller, almost mirroring Lisa Tyler and Dametryus Fuqueiawytas. A shrill voice immediately identifies who they are.

Elise Ares: Excuse me everyone, but I have an announcement to make.

Next to her Kazys Jankauskas stares down a man equal to him both in stature and unpronounceably names. Lisa Tyler resists the urge to headpalm herself before she turns around and looks at the Wolves Of Slaughter. A sly smile crosses Elise's face as she makes herself at home by taking a seat, leaving the Iron Wolf to stand hovering behind her.

Lisa Tyler: Nothing you could say would have any bearing on my main event, Ms. Ares, which makes it infinitely less important thank you think it-

Elise Ares: I HAVE COME TO SAVE COLOSSUS!

Lisa Tyler: (sarcastic) Oh?

Elise Ares: Oh believe me... this is worth your time.

Lisa Tyler comes to the desk, to engage the Wolf In Sheep's Clothing.

Lisa Tyler: You have as many seconds as it takes for me to get irritated with you.

Elise Ares: Jason Snow vs Kaiser Vashaun... that's a pretty good main event, but I think we can do better. You see you're looking at the two hottest commodities in PRIME today. We're what everyone out there really wants to see. But we wrestled last night and I understand that you can't take a chance on booking your biggest stars twice and taking a chance of us getting injured.. and while I appreciate your concern, I'm going to give you what you've been waiting for.

The look on Lisa Tyler's face was one of perplextion. She was intrigued... but not half as much as she was annoyed.

Lisa Tyler: I'm not much for convoluted rants. What do you want?

Elise Ares: Picture this! As soon as that bell rings tonight, and one of those two second-tier superstars have their arm raised in victory... the lights go out. The entrance theme of Kazys Jankauskas by some Finnish chick, or dude, or she-man hits and The Iron Wolf marches down to the ring to cash in his Universal Title shot.

Lisa Tyler: That's simply not-

Elise Ares: Wait! I'm not finished yet! The Iron Wolf dominates whatever poor bastard stands in his way, you and everyone in this arena gets what they want. A real Universal Champion, but now this is where you get your main event. The Swaggeriffic One makes her way down to the ring, she hits Kazys victim with you Feature Presentation. With one pinfall... the crowd goes wild. The two biggest stars in the industry today are Universal and Five Star Champion.

Lisa Tyler: ...

Lisa just stares blankly back at Elise.

Elise Ares: You don't have to express your gratitude for me to know how you feel. You're welcome.

Lisa Tyler: Those shots don't activate until after Colossus.

Elise Ares: As soon as this match is over it is after Colossus.

Lisa grinds her teeth in frustration and closes her eyes and sighs.

Lisa Tyler: See me on ReV 203. Otherwise, get out of my office.

Elise Ares: Excuse me?

Dam looks at Elise like she's a crazy woman, and rightfully so.

Elise Ares: We take time out of our very busy schedules to not only show up to a show that we weren't even booked for, but to offer our services above and beyond the call of duty to make this show the greatest show in the history of PRIME Pay-Per-View... and this is the thanks we get?

Lisa Tyler: After the show, Ms. Ares.

Elise Ares: IT IS AFTER THE SHOW!

Lisa Tyler: It's not after the show until I say it's after the show. It isn't after Colossus until the next Revolution. Does that register in the malfunctioning legume you call a brain?

Elise Ares: You know... it's no wonder all these people are trying to kick you out of here. I give you the opportunity of a lifetime. A Wolves Of Slaughter main-event, and you just blow us off? Are you crazy in the head?

Lisa Tyler: It would be quite a good decision of you to leave this office. Now.

Dam: Real good sugges'chun, boss. (turns to Elise) She don't play, Miss Thang.

His voice resonates through the ear drums of The Swaggeriffic One as he approaches Lisa Tyler's side. Kazys Jankauskas glares him down before putting his shoulder on the now standing Elise Ares, well into defense mode.

Kazys Jankauskas: You know what Elise... let's just go.

Elise Ares: Heh... you know, I think I will.

She shifts her bodyweight towards the door.

Elise Ares: Good luck with your show tonight, Lisa.

A glare accompanies her words.

Elise Ares: Maybe if you do a good job, you might have a few more.

With that said, the Wolves of Slaughter turned their back to the two individuals running the show and marched out of the door. Lisa Tyler simply shrugged off the suggestion made that she may not be around for a while and walked back over to her window to watch and see what happened next. One thing was for certain, the Wolves of Slaughter wouldn't be cashing in their shots. At least, not tonight.

The time has come.

Electricity is everywhere, and Matt Mills feels it perhaps more than any one else in the building – he’s standing directly next to PRIME’s Universal Champion, having finally caught up with him for an interview. Yet there’s something different about Snow tonight. There’s no smirk on his face – not altogether unusual, but generally, the scowl appears when the smirk is absent. Now, however, there’s nothing but stone.

Mills: Snow, we’ve been trying to catch up with you all night.

Snow says nothing. His eyes flash toward the camera for the barest instant, and still, it’s enough to give us chills.

Mills: Snow?

Nick (OSV): I don’t think there’s any doubt that the champ is focused tonight.

Mills: Snow? Isn’t this the part where you berate me? Something about superiority? Or greatness? You know. Snow?

Snow glances over at Mills and finally we see the smirk – and now that we do, we find even it’s different. His voice seems different as well.

Snow: Not tonight.

Mills: Not to-… Well, ok. You were noticeably absent from last night’s show. Were you in the building? Or watching from home?

Snow: I’ve got a job to do tonight, Mills. Right now.

Mills: Right, bu-

Snow: That’s all that matters.

Mills realizes that he’s going to have to restructure this interview entirely.

Mills: I can’t help but notice a pretty big change in you, Snow.

Snow: You know, I come out here in front of these cameras every week and I tell people how great I am. How I’m the best. I do my best to entertain and to maybe make people laugh a little bit, whether they hate me or not.

Snow’s voice is low – tone, casual.

Snow: A lot of people wonder what the real Jason Snow must be like. They think there’s no way I can really be the way I seem on TV. Well, Mills, for one night only, you’re getting to speak to the real Jason Snow.

Mills doesn’t know quite how to respond.

Snow: And the real Jason Snow, Mills…

Snow’s eyes land hard on Mills’.

Snow: He’s a real-life monster. Lets call a spade a spade. I hurt people for a living. And I’m damn good at what I do. And if there’s one thing I say week in and week out that I truly, truly, believe…

Eyes back to the camera.

Snow: It’s that I’m the best at this. The very best.

Mills: What kind of a challenge do you think Kaiser Vashaun will offer?

Snow: Kaiser Vashaun…

He chuckles, focussing on his wrist – taping it up.

Snow: To be honest, Mills, it wouldn’t matter who it is. Wouldn’t matter who or how many. This is my game. My sport. I fight – it’s all I’ve ever really known how to do. And that’s what I’m here for tonight – one more time. The fight. Forget the titles and forget the glory and the spotlight and the cameras. I hurt people. Plain and simple.

He glances over at Mills again.

Snow: You’ve seen me intense before, Mills. Hell, I’m always intense. And you’ve seen me focused. But tonight… Colossus… you’re going to see my ugliest, dirtiest, darkest side right in the middle of that ring. I’m letting the demon out tonight, Mills.

Nick (OSV): Am I the only one getting a little nervous here? I think Snow’s really finally lost it.

Snow: Kaiser Vashaun just happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The scene fades as the crowd’s buzz grows in preparation for the match we’ve all been waiting for.

The cage is gone, disassembled and lost somewhere in Boston... but the roar of the crowd remains. After two incredible nights, endless battles waged, everything has led to this moment.

In a matter of minutes, two of the very best the business has to offer will step foot inside the squared circle with more on the line than has ever been the case in PRIME's six year history.

Nick: Ladies and gentlemen, the moment is finally upon us... for the first time ever, the Universal Championship and the 5 Star Championship will be on the line, and winner takes all.

Richard: Never before has Colossus... has PRIME... has the business of professional wrestling seen a match this monumental. We're talking two the very best. Jason Snow has accomplished everything there is to accomplish in this line of work. World titles, tournament victories... you name it, he's done it.

Nick: And Kaiser Vashaun has exploded onto the scene. Last year, at Colossus 5, he captured the Intense Championship in an epic battle with Troy Douglas. Then went on to hold the belt for 200 days... the second longest Intense title reing in PRIME history. Now, he's working on an impressive 5 Star Championship run, and if he can capture the Universal title here tonight, he'll become only the second man to ever hold the PRIME triple crown.

Richard: A lot people think Snow's ego has finally met its match. Other's think The Original Villain has met his equal in the ring. But until someone can pin the guys shoulders to the mat... he'll stand atop the mountain as the unquestionable best in this business.

The excitement hangs in the warm August night, almost forming a haze over Fenway.

And then 'Right Next Door to Hell' brings 40,000 plus to their feet in a roar of jeers that can be heard all the way over in the land of the vile Yankees.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Richard: Here comes our Universal champion!

Nick: And the fans here in Boston are letting him know just how much he's loved.

As lights flicker around the park, The Original Villain emerges from the entrance located at the visitors' dugout. His appearance only doubles the volume of the boos.

Richard: These fans just don't respect greatness. Let's be honest, Nick, when a guy is as successful as Jason Snow... people get jealous. This guy is like the New York Yankees. He's a dynasty. He's the greatest franchise of all time. A dominant, mult-time champion. Of course everyone hates him. It's jealousy. Especially from all these Red Sox fans who fear going another 100 years without a championship. Which, is probably how long its going to be before Kaiser Vashaun wins a Universal title.

Snow slowly makes his way up one of the Y shaped entrance aisles, occasionally firing a dirty look to a random fan, but mostly keeping his focus on the ring.

Nick: Am I really supposed to believe that these fans hate Jason Snow because of his dominance? Why didn't they hate The Inhuman Being, Tchu? Lindsay Troy? Killean Sirrajin? It's not just his success... its the smug, egotistical, often times vile way in which he gains those successes.

The lights glisten in the surface of the Universal Championship as Snow climbs up the steel stairs and steps between the ropes. In the center of the ring, he slowly spins around, the boos following him in a circle around the park.

Richard: The city of Boston isn't big enough for a guy with Snow's stature. These fans ought to show some respect.

The sounds of 'Right Next Door to Hell' die out, meaning the arrival of the 5 Star Champion is only moments away.

The boo of the fans starts to give way to murmurs of Vashaun's name. That hum begins to grow louder, but as Jason Snow stands against the far set of ropes, waiting patiently... nothing happens

Richard: Did the guy chicken out?

Nick: Apparently, no one has seen Kaiser Vashaun here tonight. Matt Mills tried to get an interview just a few minutes ago, but the Next in Line was nowhere to be found.

Richard: The moment is finally here... and the 5 Star Champ has cold feet.

People in the crowd begin to look at one another, searching for an answer. Still...nothing.

Richard: Ridiculous.

As if to shut Richard up, Fenway's sound system bursts to life... the heavy drum intro of Shinedown's "Sound of Madness" shaking the foundations. In the back corner of the park, thousands of heads dart in a single direction in unison. Cheers begin to erupt and move in a wave.

Richard: What the hell is going on?

At the base of the world famous monstrous wall at Fenway, the small door that leads onto the field opens up and the 6'5" frame of The Next in Line emerges from the guts of the Green Monster.

Nick: Here comes our 5 Star Champion!

Kaiser Vashaun begins to work his way through the crowd, bumping shoulders as he maneuvers through the sea of fans.

Nick: The 5 Star Champion is making his way to the ring, having emerged from the Green Monster, amongst the people. And now he's headed towards center stage, moving right through the 44,000 strong!

There's a mixed reaction for the Next in Line. Many cheer the 5 Star Champion, slapping him on the shoulder and wishing him luck on his way to the ring. But many are not so kind, showering Kaiser with the same sort of boos that greeted Snow.

Richard: I'd say a third of this crowd doesn't care much for Kaiser's antics.

Nick: Antics? I see a warrior headed to the ring... just choosing to do so along a crowded path.

Richard: Pandering.

Kaiser finally makes his way to the front of the crowd and steps over the ringside barricade. Up the stairs, he climbs through the ropes, his attention focused on the impressive plate of gold wrapped around Jason Snow's waist.

Vince Howard: Ladies and gentlemen… this is your MAIN EVENT of the evening… and it is the historic CHAMPION vs CHAMPION match. This contest is scheduled for one fall with no time-limit, and is for both the 5 Star and the Universal championships!

RRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

Vince Howard: Introducing first, to my right… weighing in at 268lbs, he hails from Jackson, Mississippi… and he is the 5 Star Champiiioooonnnn… The Next in Line… Kaaaaiiiisssseeerrrrrr Vashaauuuunnnnn!

Raaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!

Booooooooooooooooooo!

Richard: There's that mixed reaction for The Next in Line.

Nick: Make no mistake about it, these fans find Jason Snow to be a vile human being. But up until just a few weeks ago, many of them thought the same of Kaiser Vashaun. For some, the 5 Star Champion has yet to earn their respect. They won’t cheer blindly for the lesser of two evils.

Kaiser doesn’t take his eyes off his opponent. His glare is unwavering and the mixture of cheers and jeers seem lost on him. Slowly, he reaches down and unsnaps his 5 Star championship belt, removing the title from around his waist and handing it over to PRIME’s head official, Bernie Roberts.

Vince Howard: And his opponent… weighing in tonight at 232lbs… he hails from Backwater, Canada… he is the reigning Jewel in the Crown and the Universal Champiiiiioooooonnnn…. The Original Villain… Jaaaassssoooonnnnn Snnnnoooooooooooooowwwww!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Listen to this crowd. No grey area with Snow. There’s about 44,000 people in this historic park, and they’re all showering the Universal Champion with boos!

Richard: 44,000 plebes.

Snow, just like his adversary, seems to not even hear the screaming voices. Maybe he’s grown so accustomed to the jeers that they don’t even register anymore. Maybe he’s too focused on the task at hand to hear them floating through the Boston air. Or perhaps he hears every last one of them. Each individual voice.

Nick: You can feel the tension in the ring. For the last few weeks, these two champions have been at each other’s throat. And given everything that is on the line… here on the biggest stage in the business… the atmosphere in that squared circle can be felt across the entire city of Boston.

Without breaking his stare, Snow unlatches the grandest prize in professional wrestling... the Universal Championship. Removing the belt, Snow folds the straps behind the centerplate and looks down at his reflection in the gold. After sever seconds, he hands the title to Roberts.

Vince Howards exits the ring and Bernie Roberts takes center stage, the two champions on either side. Hoisting both title belts, side by side, high above his head, Roberts displays exactly what is at stake in this epic match up.

Nick: This is it… for the first time ever in PRIME’s existence, the Universal and 5 Star titles will both be on the line as their respective champions go head to head.

Richard: And both guys line of sight followed those belts. Four eyes locked on two titles. Don’t think for a second that they don’t want this… crave this.

The two gold championships glisten under the lights of Fenway before the official pulls them back down and hands them off at ringside.

Nick: Ladies and gentlemen…this is it. We are about to witness history.

The buzz of the crowd grows deafening… so loud, that the sounding of the bell is nearly lost in the hum.

‘Ding Ding Ding’


Nick: Here we go!

Immediately, the two superstars step towards each other, till they come toe to toe in the center of the ring. Standing not more than an inch apart, The Original Villain stares up the few inches, glaring at Vashaun. The Next in Line isn’t intimidated, simply returning the stare with one of his own. The champions begin to jaw back and forth, just a brief few words, though what they say can’t be distinguished.

Nick: You can feel the electricity!

Everyone in Fenway Park is on their feet, from the lucky fans at ringside, to the celebrities in the luxury suites, to the crazies atop the Green Monster… over 40,000 stand in anxious anticipation.

And then… without warning… history begins.

Jason Snow fires off a right hook. Kaiser Vashaun immediately fires back. Snow unleashes a second. Then Kaiser. In an instant, the buzz of anticipation has given way to the roar that accompanies each blow of an out-right slugfest in the middle of the ring.

Nick: In the spirit of Fenway Park, these two have come outta the gates taking homerun swings!

The Universal Champ is the first to successfully connect twice in a row. And as two times becomes three and four... The Original Villain works Kaiser back into the ropes, then whips him across the ring. When Vashaun hits the opposite cable, he wraps his arms around the top rope, stopping him momentum. Snow, alreayd stepping into an attempted Snake Eyes, halts his superkick.

Its the smallest of openings, but it's all the 5 Star Champion needs. Exploding forward, Kaiser nearly decapitates Snow with a clothesline fitting of the PPV's name.

Raaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!
Boooooooooooooooo!

Richard: That kind of impact should only be legal in a No Holds Barred match.

Nick: Love him or hate him, and there seems to be lot of both here tonight... you can't deny the sheer power of The Next in Line. Snow is clearly at a disadvantage in that category.

Richard: Only in that category.

Kaiser doesn't give the Universal Champion a second to breathe. In a flash, he's in the mount position, slamming down fist after fist. There's a brutal rhythm of Snow's head, pinballing between Kaiser's punches and the canvas, eyes glazing over already.

Nick: What an explosion from the 5 Star Champion to open this match. Exactly the sort of start he had to be hoping for.

The Next in Line hops off, grabbing Snow by the ears and yanking him to his feet. Whatever the Universal Challenger had intended, Snow derails his plans with a simple, but effective, boot to the gut.

Snow again attempts an irish whip, and again, Kaiser is ready with the counter, ths time reversing momentum and pulling The Original Villain in with a short arm back body drop. Snow is sent sailing over the top rope, crashing down on the mats at ringside.

Nick: Up and over!

Richard: He had to have tossed him twelve feet in the air.

Peeling himself off the mats, Snow is quick to get to his feet, clutching at his lower back. As he winces in pain, he makes the mistake of turning towards the ring. Kaiser is waiting, reaching down over the ropes and grabbing Snow by the hair.

The Universal Champ is pulled up onto the apron, but before Kaiser can bring him in to the ring the hard way, Snow reaches up and grabs the back of his opponent's skull. Dropping off of the apron, he drives Kaiser's throat across the top rope.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Richard: That's a ring veteran... using his surroundings to the fullest.

Nick: It's a quick way to change the momentum of a match.

Snow slides under the bottom rope and without even standing, lungeds forward with a chop block, taking out the 5 Star Champ's left leg. With Kaiser grounded, Snow hops up and drops an elbow across the chest of his nemesis. A second elbow immediately follows. Then a third.

With the crowd getting on his case, Snow drags Vashaun to his feet by the left arm. Keeping hold, he pulss Kaiser in and slams a knee to the gut. The impact doubles Vashaun over and the Universal Champ executes a perfect DDT.

Richard: DDT!

Nick: Jason Snow just about stood the 5 Star Champion on the top of his head!

Rolling over Kaiser's carcass, Snow barks at Roberts to do his job, while he hooks one of Vashaun's legs.

ONE...



TWO...



T...

Nick: Kickout!

Kaiser powers out of the pin attempt with authority, but Snow gives him no time to muster up any sort of offense. Stomps to the shoulder... chest... face... all do their damage, chipping away at Kaiser's endurance.

Richard: This is a good way to neutralize the strength disadvantage. Doesn't matter how powerful you are when you're on your back getting the hell stomped out of ya.

Snow finally lays off the boots, opting instead to pull Kaiser over to the corner and prop him against the turnbuckles. Putting some distance between himself and the Next in Line, the Universal Champ charges forward and sandwiches Kaiser with a clothesline. Wrapping his arm around Vashaun's head, Snow then rushes towards the center of the ring, looking for the follow-up bulldog. But Kaiser's strength is too much. As Snow leaps forward, looking to bring Vashaun down face-first, the 5 Star Champ pushes out on Jason's back, sending him hurling through teh air uncontrolled.

Nick: What a counter... Snow was sent flying.

When the Original Villain rolls to his feet and turns around, he finds himself quickly locked in a bearhug, then sent soaring overhead with a bell to belly suplex. Snow crashes to the canvas and bounces from the impact, landing near the ropes, and quickly rolling out of the ring.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: Where does he think he's going?

Richard: Time-out, Nick!

Not: Not in this sport, pal. Here, there's only the fight.

Snow stands outside the ring, taking a step up the entrance way towards the visitors dugout entrance. A deep breath steadies his composure.

In the ring, Kaiser glares at Snow. For a moment, he thinks about yelling for Jason to climb back in the ring, but as he looks around Fenway, at the 40,000 plus that have jam packed the historic ball park... another idea enters his mind. Taking off for the far ropes, Kaiser comes bounding across the ring. When he hits the near set of cables, he leaps into the air, soaring over the top rope with a suicide dive, colliding with a shocked Universal Champion.

Nick: GOOD LORD!

Richard: Did he just dive over the top rope?!

YYYYEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!

Nick: Never before have we seen Kaiser Vashaun take to the air like that.

Richard: That's not his schtick.

Nick: It is right now! And that sort of move... a 270lbs missile... may hav won over some of those in the crowd who were booing The Next in Line only a few minutes ago!

Both bodies lie in a crumpled heap on the mats outside the ring. There's little movement from either. Snow's chest heaves with labored breaths, Kaiser rolls onto his stomach and clutches at the ring apron, trying to find a grip and pull himself to his feet.

Richard: These idiots in Boston may have loved that move, but Kaiser might have done as much damage to himself as to Snow.

Bernie Roberts steps through the ropes and hops outside the ring, checking on both superstars, neglecting a ten-count that has no place in the main event of Colossus. Snow begins to stir and pushes himself onto all four, while Kaiser rises up with aide from the apron and ropes.

The two warriors turn towards each other, Snow swinging first, but Kaiser connecting first. With the advantage in his corner, The Next in Line slams Snows head into the barricade, then wraps the reigning Jewel in the Crown up and sends him over, suplexing Snow across the steel steps.

OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The disgusting sound of spine cracking across steel causes those in the first few rows to cringe.

Richard: He can’t do that… this isn’t a No Disqualification match.

Nick: This isn’t any old match. This is the main event of Colossus. Bernie Roberts is going to let two of the very best do what they do… battle it out.

Richard: He ought to do his job and call for the bell!

Snow slides off the steps, a scream of agony floating up towards the lights over Fenway. Kaiser picks up his rival and drives his fist into the Universal Champion’s skull a few times, then rolls Jason under the bottom rope and back into the ring.

Sliding in behind him, Kaiser waits for Snow to stand up and turn around. Before the Universal Champion can react, Vashaun picks Snow up with and plants him with a spinebuster, then holds on to one leg and folds Jason up. Tucking Snow’s left leg behind his right, Kaiser flips the Uni Champ over and lowers his weight, bending the champ’s spine in the wrong direction.

Nick: Texas Cloverleaf… in the middle of the ring!

Richard: He followed up that hellacious spinebuster with the perfect move, applying on that pressure to Snow’s lower back… a lower back that was just smashed across the ring steps.

The Next in Line sits as far back as possible, maximizing the effectiveness of the submission hold. Jason Snow’s face is one of anguish, but somewhere behind the look of immense pain is one of confidence and determination. While the official asks Snow if he wants to give up, the Original Villain is already pulling himself towards the ropes.

Nick: At Colossus last year, it was this very move that won Kaiser Vashaun the Intense Championship… causing a bloodied and exhausted Troy Douglas to pass out in the center of the ring. Twelve months later… could it capture him the grandest prize in all of PRIME?

Richard: Not if Snow makes those ropes. In the Intense division, there’s no such thing as a rope break… and that made all the difference for The Next in Line last year. Tonight… he won’t have that luxury.

Nick: A good point. But that’s not going to be easy to do with over 260lbs sitting on Snow’s back.

Despite his definite size disadvantage, Snow shows his deceptive strength, digging his forearms into the canvas and dragging Kaiser’s massive frame towards the ropes. Bernie Roberts continues to ask Snow if he wants to submit, but with the cables just inches away, and a career of dominance like Jason’s, there’s simply isn’t an answer other than "fuck no"

Richard: He’s close… just one more lunge.

Snow pushes himself forward, just another couple inches, but as he reaches for the ropes, the 5 Star Champion stands up and marches back towards the center of the ring.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Boooooooooooooooo!

Nick: Bad news for Jas…

Before Nick can finish the sentence, Snow is able to slide his foot free, causing his legs to untangle and slip from Kaiser’s grasp. Flipping onto his back, the Unviersal Champ reaches up and hooks Kaiser under the legs, rolling him up. Roberts reacts immediately and makes the count

ONE…




TWO…





T…

Nick: A close call!

Richard: Snow broke free, and he almost took this thing home before Kaiser even knew what was going on.

As soon as Vashaun has powered out of the pin attempt, he jumps to his feet, reaching down and yanking a still recovering Snow from the mat. The Original Villain is ready for it, grabbing Kaiser by the back of the neck and falling to the canvas. Vashaun’s face is spiked into Snow’s knee.

Nick: Modified jawbreaker!

The blow staggers Kaiser, causing him to drop to a knee and clutch at his chin. Snow climbs to his feet and darts for the ropes, springboarding off the middle rope, he turns 180 degrees in mid-air, delivering a perfectly placed kick to across the eyes of the 5 Star Champ.

Kaiser immediately falls back, crashing to the mat. Snow goes straight to work. A couple of random boots find their mark as the Universal Champ walks up to Kaiser’s head. Pulling the former Intense Champion to his feet, Snow whips Vashaun into the ropes, then hits the opposite set himself. As the two men come rushing towards each other, Snow twists through the air, delivering a flying eblow. The move drops Kaiser, but the Next in Line quickly rolls back to his feet. This only gives Snow the opportunity to pick Kaiser up in a fireman’s carry and dump the 5 Star Cham with a DVD.

Nick: Death Valley Driver… that might be enough!

ONE…




TWO…




THREE…..

The cheers from most of the crowd are lost on Snow. He cares only that his opponent has kicked out, and that there is more damage to be inflicted.

Richard: Look how quick this match has turned around. What happened to the Kaiser Vashaun that was dominating just two minutes ago?

Nick: Things can change on a dime.

Snow goes straight back to work, placing the heel of his boot across the throat of Kaiser and just grinding down as hard as possible.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: A blatant choke by the Universal Champ.

Richard: If Kaiser can suplex people all around the ringside area, Jason Snow can choke a bitch.

The fans don’t approve, and neither does Bernie Roberts, who wags a finger in Snow’s face, then starts his count to five. By the time he gets to three, the reigning JitC steps off. Lifting Kaiser up, Jason attempts to set up for a DDT, but Kaiser powers his legs forward like a locomotive, driving Snow back into the turnbuckles.

Breaking free of Snow’s clench, Kaiser steps back, then rushes forward. Snow lifts an elbow, however, and catches Vashaun right in the teeth. The Next in Line turns away, clutching at his mouth, and Snow hops up to the second rope. Leaping off with a flip, The Original Villain grabs Kaiser’s head as he soars over and brings the 5 Star Champion down with flying diamond dust.

Kaiser’s throat bounces off of Snow’s shoulder and he slides off seemingly unconscious.

Nick: What move by the Universal Champion!

Snow quickly makes the cover, hooking the leg as he does so.

ONE…



TWO…



THRE…

Nick: Another kick-out by Kaiser! And the fans seem to be taking note of the resiliency of the Next in Line.

Snow is not deterred. Kneeling over Kaiser, he fires off rapid-fire succession of punches, his knuckles slowly opening up a small gash on Vashaun’s brow. Each knuckle digs deeper, widening the gap as the blood begins to flow.

Richard: The Universal Champion seems extremely focused tonight.

Nick: He does. It has been all business in the ring. None of the typical ego. No showboating or gloating. It’s been all aggression. Focused aggression.

Richard: The kind that busts a guy wide open with your bare hands!

Somehow, Kaiser manages to fight to his feet, rising up through the punches. The determination draws a roar from most of the crowd, though some fans still greet him with boos. For Snow’s part, he doesn’t relent, peppering Kaiser’s torso with lefts and rights, trying to crack a rib or two.

Vashaun takes a big swing, hoping to reverse fortunes with one shot, but the haymaker misses, Snow ducking underneath. Kaiser spins around to face his elusive foe and Snow greets him with a boot to the chin.

But it never finds its mark.

Nick: He caught Snow’s foot! Kaiser just thwarted Snake Eyes for the second time tonight!

Richard: After being nailed with it three times, I guess he’s sorta had a chance to scout that one.

The Next in Line yanks Snow towards him by the leg. Dipping a shoulder, he hoists Snow up across his back, looking for the Weight of the World, but Jason slides down his back. Standing behind Vashaun, he locks his arms around the waist and arcs back.

Nick: German Suplex!

Kaiser’s shoulders and head crash into the canvas, causing him to crumple into a heap.

Richard: One good suplex deserves another!

Snow grabs Vashaun and tosses him unceremoniously over the top rope. As Kaiser stands, Snow charges forward and drops to the mat. The baseball slide, fitting for the evening, sends Vashaun stumbling back into the barricade, folding in half across it.

JA-SON SUCKS! JA-SON SUCKS! JA-SON SUCKS!

As the fans chant, the Original Villain climbs the top turnbuckle, facing out of the ring, looking down the ten feet to the 5 Star Champ who lies draped across the top of the barricade.

Nick: What is doing?

Snow gives Nick his answer. A thousand flash bulbs go off as the Universal Champion soars through the air. The impact is frightening. Jason’s leg comes down across the neck of Kaiser, and as the Original Villain spills into the fans, that section of barricade collapses under the weight and force of the two superstars.

Nick: A top-rope leg drop! Good Lord… they’ve just destroyed the ringside barrier!

Richard: You have got to be kidding me…

Bernie Roberts waves for help from the back, and immediately a small group of officials and EMTs rush down the aisle way towards the ring. Fenway Park sits silent, caught in a state of disbelief.

Nick: In all my years, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything like that!

When the officials arrive at the scene of the slaughter, they push the PRIME fans away, giving the two superstars room to breathe. The EMTs are just a step behind, but by the time they’re in the middle of the mess, Jason Snow is slowly making it to his feet. Reaching down, he grabs one of Vashaun’s arms and drabs the 5 Star Champion towards the ring, across the mangled piece of barricade. Blood from Kaiser’s open wounds smear across the ringside mats.

Nick: Kaiser Vashaun is, at the least, unconscious, with a high probability that his body is broken clean in half!

Snow once again uses his deceptive strength to pick Vashaun’s limp body up and roll him into the ring. Following just behind, the Uni Champ drapes himself across Snow and hooks a leg. Bernie Roberts charges back into the ring himself and makes the count

Nick: The pinfall…

ONE…



TWO…




THREE

RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!

Nick:… he… he kicked out! I don’t believe it!

The crowd goes nuts, only a small handful of fans holding out on exploding with excitement over the impossible will of Kaiser Vashaun.

Richard: There’s no way in hell he got a shoulder up after that.

The official holds up two fingers, just in case anyone is in doubt. Snow doesn’t care about the cheers, or Roberts emphatic "TWO". His job is simple. Continue to destroy Kaiser Vashaun. Deny the 5 Star Champ’s growing fanbase what they want to see.

This night is nothing new for Snow. Just another evening where the whole world is against him. Just another opponent who thinks they’ve got what it takes. And it’ll be just another victory. He’s been doing it for years.

A reverse DDT nearly caves in the back of Kaiser’s skull, and a neckbreaker does much of the same. Stepping through an armbar, Snow lifts a boot and places it against Kaiser’s neck, then flings himself backward to the ground, pulling down on the arm and spiking his foot into Kaiser’s throat.

Nick: The no-nonsense, and dominant, form continues for the Uni Champ. This isn’t the Jason Snow we’re used to. But it appears as if its gonna be bad news for PRIME if this is the Jason Snow we’re going to get from now on. Never has anyone Never has anyone dominated Kaiser Vashaun with such simple focus.

Richard: Its incredible No matter how badly these fans want to see him lose… you just begin to believe that there’s no one out there that can beat him.

Kaiser pulls himself up with the ropes. Snow measures up his opponent and takes to the ropes. When he comes barreling back towards Vashaun, he leaps into the air, aiming for a cross body. Kaiser’s strength comes to the rescue. Fighting to see through the blood, the Next in Line catches Snow, then tosses him backward with a fall away slam.

Nick: This could be just what Kaiser needs!

The Next in Line whips Snow into the ropes and ducks a shoulder, lifting and falling back, planting The Original Villain with a Samoan drop that leaves the ring ropes shaking.

Nick: The Next in Line is back in control, no quit in his body. You know how much he wants this!

Richard: Not any more than the greatest wrestler of all-time wants to be PRIME’s first ever Universal/5 Star Champion.

Both men are back to their feet, Kaiser locking up Snow and suplexing him overhead. Jason crashes to the canvas, damn near on the top of his head, and the crowd explodes.

Nick: T-Bone Suplex! Jason Snow was just driven down square on his skull!

Kaiser goes for the pin, hooking both of Snow’s legs.

ONE…




TWO…





THRE…

Richard: That’s why he’s the Universal Champ!

Snow gets a shoulder off the canvas at two-and-a-half… but the impact on his head has left his eyes glazed over.

Nick: That high release caused Snow to come down in an awful manner. This could spell bad news for the Universal Champion.

Vashaun attempts a standing suplex, but as he goes to lift Snow, the Original Villain blocks the move and attempts the lift himself. Kaiser is pulled halfway into the air before Snow falls forward, slamming him down face first into ring mat. On his feet, Snow drives a leg down across the back of Kaiser’s head.

The Original Villain grabs an arm and drags Kaiser off his feet, but once standing, The Next in Line places a palm on Snow’s lower back and pushes, sending the JitC winner into the ropes. When Snow comes back, Kaiser scoops him up and swirls him through the air, but the tilt-a-whirl slam attempt is reversed as Snow slides down, gripping Kaiser under the chin as he does so. With the 5 Star Champ in reverse DDT position, Snow spins around and face-plants the Next in Line.

Nick: Rotating cutter!

Richard: That tilt-a-whirl back-fired real quick!

Snow rolls Vashaun over and hooks the leg, his own movements still a step slow and groggy.

ONE…




TWO…




THRE…

Nick: One more time!

As the crowd cheers, Kaiser explodes upward out of nowhere with a clothesline, catching an unsuspecting Universal Champion. The momentum carries both men to the canvas.

Richard: Where did that burst come from?!

Nick: Adrenaline perhaps… kicking in at the perfect time!

The 5 Star Champ catches his breath as he stands. Snow is to his feet just a second later. One boot to the gut doubles over the Uni Champ. Locking in a gutwrench, Kaiser hoists Snow into the air and releases.

Nick: NRC III

The back of Jason’s skull cracks against Kaiser’s knee as the crowd erupts, and with the Original Villain in a bad way, now the ref counts three.

ONE…




TWO…




THREEEEEEEENNNNOOOOO!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: It wasn’t enough. NRC III couldn’t put the Universal Champ away.

Kaiser picks Snow up and lays him across his shoulder. Charging towards the corner, Vashaun begins with the makings of a running powerslam. At the last second, Snow slips off Kaiser’s shoulders, and gives a push. The Next in Line collides chest first with the turnbuckles and bounces back, spinning on his heels. Snow steps forward, launching into a superkick

Richard: Snake Eyes!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick: The third time was the charm. He got him with Snake Eyes!

Snow drops to his knees, the drapes himself across Kaiser, hooking both legs this time.

ONE…




TWO….





THREE!

Richard: He got… what?!

RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The impossible seems true. With Bernie Roberts hand suspended an inch above the canvas, Kaiser’s shoulder can be seen just barely off the mat.

Nick: HE KICKED OUT!

Richard: Of Snake Eyes?!

Everyone in Fenway Park is on their feet at this point, the anticipation of Colossus history too much to keep anyone seated.

LET’S GO, KAISER, LET’S GO! LET’S GO, KAISER, LET’S GO! LET’S GO, KAISER, LET’S GO!

Nick: Any individual who was still holding out on rooting for Kaiser Vashaun… at this point… they can’t be heard. The Next in Line has won over every last fan here tonight.

Snow can’t believe what he’s being told, but he doesn’t let the disbelief derail his momentum. Grabbing Kaiser under the chin, Snow lifts Kaiser, but catches a boot to the gut for his troubles. Tucking Snow away, Kaiser sits back, with two fistfuls of belt. The pulling stump piledriver crushes Snows spine.

Nick: A violent landing! That’s uncomfortable to watch.

Kaiser hooks a leg as Bernie Roberts drops into position and makes the count.

ONE…





TWO…





THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

The fans jump the gun.

Richard: No! Snow’s shoulder is up!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Snow does as he’s done so many times… denying the fans of what they crave… seeing him defeated.

Vashaun grabs Snow by the ears and pulls him up. Snow shoots his arms outward, slapping Kaiser’s grip away, then the Uni Champ fires off with a stiff right.

BOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Kaiser returns with a right of his own.

YYYEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!

Snow with another right

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Kaiser returns the favor.

YYEEEEEEEAAAAHHHHH!

Snow.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Kaiser

YYYYEEEEEAAAAHHHHH!

Kaiser.

YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAHHHHH!

Kaiser. Kaiser. Kaiser. And finally, a haymaker drops Snow.

YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!

Nick: These two men… standing here after all they’ve been through, broken, bruised… just exchanging punches with whatever strength they have left. And now it’s the 5 Star Champion who is standing tall.

Kaiser again goes back to the gutwrench, this time opting for the powerbomb. Snow bounces off the ground, and Vashaun keeps his grip, picking Snow right back up and driving him down with a second gutwrench bomb. Fighting to find the strength for a third, Kaiser peels Jason off the canvas. But the third time isn’t the charm. The Original Villain turns the downward momentum into a DDT.

Richard: Like a true champion!

Snow struggles after the two savage powerbombs, but manages to cover Vashaun and hook the leg, and the ref jumps into position.

ONE...




TWO…




THREEEE

Nick: Another kickout! This is unreal. Busted open… broken in half… I don’t know where Kaiser Vashaun is finding all these guts.

Richard: None of it matters. Sooner or later, Jason Snow will put him away. He always does. That’s why he’s the best the world of wrestling has ever seen.

With both men back on their feet, Kaiser swings a big back elbow, but Snow just ducks under, then rises and takes a swing with an elbow of his own. The Next in Line blocks the shot, grabbing Snow’s arm and tossing it aside. Winding up, Vashaun swings with a big left hook, but Snow again ducks, this time stepping forward and locking an arm across Kaiser’s shoulder. Lifting up, Snow plants Vashaun.

Nick: Uranage!

Snow drapes an arm across Kaiser and, one last time, Roberts slides in to make the count.

ONE…





TWO…





THREEEEEENNNNOOOOOOOO!

Richard: Damn it!

Nick: Incredible!

Snow goes to pull Kaiser up by the arm, but Vashaun slips under and rises up through Jason’s torso. The end result is the Universal Champion strewn across the shoulder of the Next in Line in the fireman’s carry position.

Nick: Weight of the…

As Kaiser goes to swing Snow out, the Original Villain slides off the shoulder and behind Vashaun. Grabbing a fistful of tights and pushing Kaiser in the upper back, Jason slings the 5 Star Champ shoulder-first into the ring post, but Kaiser gets his hands out on either side of the middle turnbuckle, blocking certain disaster. Snow is already charging in, and Kaiser turns and falls to the canvas. A drop-toe hold sends Snow smashing face first into the top turnbuckle.

YYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

With the Original Villain lying across the top rope, Kaiser slides under Snow’s arm and hooks under a leg. Lifting the Universal Champion up, Kaiser sits him atop the turnbuckles, then begins to scale the second rope.

Nick: Setting him up for a super back suplex…

Kaiser drapes one of Snow’s arms over his shoulder and stands. Before he can take the plunge, Snow throws an elbow with his free arm. The move halts Kaiser’s process. A second elbow knocks Kaiser’s grip loose. Then, reaching back and grabbing Kaiser’s head, Jason leans back just a bit. The movement is enough to push Vashaun off the second rope. As his feet fall to the canvas, Kaiser’s jaw catches on the Universal Champion’s shoulder and sends him flopping to the ground.

Richard: A super ace crusher!

Exhausted, Snow sits perched atop the ropes, his back to his battered opponent in the ring.

Nick: I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a reversal like that. These fans are shocked.

Richard: And pissed. The Original Villain never ceases to amaze you. That’s why the guy is a PTC Unified Champion. GTT winner. And that’s why he’s our reigning Jewel in the Crown and Universal Champion.

Slowly, Snow pushes himself up and out of the seated position. Cautiously, he begins to plant his feet on the top rope, steadying himself. Behind him, Kaiser Vashaun is moving.

With his footing secured, Snow stands tall, and while the crowd screams in an unintelligible tone, he takes flight.

Leaping off the top turnbuckle, Snow arcs through the air, but by the time he's midway through his spin, Kaiser is to his feet and in position. The Original Villain lands helplessly across the shoulders of The Next in Line, knocking Kaiser to one knee.

But he doesn't go down

RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!

Nick: Incredible! He just caught Snow... from the moonsault... from X-Rated!

Vashaun uses the last of his strength and pushes himself back up, off his knee to a full standing position. Putting a hand under Snow's legs, he pushes off, flinging the Universal Champion out as he does so. Jason tumbles through the air, spinning out and landing...

...on his feet.

Nick: No...

It nearly plays out so fast that no one sees it. Controlling his flight in mid-air, Snow lands on his feet from the Weight of the World and immediately steps back

CRACK!

Richard: Snake Eyes!

Kaiser is out cold before he hits the canvas... Snow's perfectly placed boot turning out the lights. Without hesitation, or maybe from sheer exhaustion, Snow falls to his knees, then drops his body across Kaiser's. Roberts quickly slides into place to make the count while Snow tries to muster up the srength to hook a leg.

ONE...


Nick: C'mon!



TWO...



Snow finally pulls one of Kaiser's large legs from the canvas...


... but at this point, it isn't necessary.



THREE!

'Ding Ding Ding!'

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Richard: Yesss!

"Right Next Door to Hell" blairs through the Boston night sky as every fan in attendance uses the last of their voices to scream their frustrations.

Nick: I don't believe it!

Richard: Believe it! Jason Snow has done it again!

The Original Villain rolls off of Vashaun, but has no energy to move anywhere else. While his music plays, he lies on the canvas, right next to his vanquished nemesis.

Nick: Kaiser Vashaun fought so hard here tonight. He came so close time after time... fought off defeat in ways that didn't seem human... won over the respect and admiration of the fans... and came up just that short. Denied his immortality by arguably the single most dominant wrestler of ours, or any, generation.

Bernie Roberts retrieves the two championship belts from ringside, while several other officials emerge from the back to help Vashaun.

Vince Howard: Ladies and gentlemen... your winner of the match... and now the dual 5 Star and Universal Champion... JAAAASSSSSOOOONNNN SSSSNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOWWW!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

In the ring, Jason Snow climbs to his feet. The officials try to help Kaiser do the same, but the Next in Line will have none of it... refusing the help and rolling out of the ring.

On his own two feet, he slowly starts the long walk up the aisle way towards the back. His dream snapped in a single moment, courtesy of Jason Snow.

Richard: Once again, Jason Snow comes through on the big stage. Tonight, it was the biggest stage of them all... and The Original Villain came through in the grandest fashion yet.

Nick: An incredible effort by Snow. One has to wonder what's next. Does he go for round 2 with The Next in Line? Does another PRIMEate step up to the plate? At this point, you have to ask... can anybody take down the locomotive that is Jason Snow?

The double-champion takes both of his title belts, holding one in each hand, he stares back and forth, watching his eyes in the surface of both. The pain he's caused... the pain he's felt... all of it looks better when reflected in gold.

Nick: Ladies and gentlemen... what a two nights it has been here at historic Fenway Park. Colossus VI will no doubt go down in the record books as one of the biggest, most amazing nights in PRIME history. So often in this business, things fall short... but CVI lived up to the incredible hype. The giants of the wrestling world rocked the city of Boston. And when all was said and done... none stood taller than Jason Snow. The first ever PRIME Universal and 5 Star Champion.

The PRIME copyright and logo appear in the corner of the screen, and the closing shot, as fireworks go off high overhead in the night sky, is of the Original Villain, standing in the center of the ring... adrenaline the only thing keeping him on his feet. And above him, almost as high as the fireworks, Jason Snow holds history, etched of gold, in each of his outstretched arms.