Volatile Wrestling Alliance

The scene opens in the office of VWA Owner; Jude Lawson. He's standing behind his desk, leaning forward as the fans in the arena can be heard booing. On each side of him, are VWA's General Managers. Rekkah Starr to his right, and Anastagio Armanno to his left. On the desk in front of them are a whole whack of papers, that seem to be fairly important, as Jude's looking down at them. He turns his attention to Armanno, and then to Rekkah, and finally speaks.

Jude: I drew these up earlier today, and I think they're fair. Chaos and Rapture both get equal star power, and it doesn't thin anything out.

Rekkah: No, but it leaves Shane a sitting fucking duck on Rapture, for you and Armanno to torture.

Armanno: Relax, Rekkah. I'm not the monster you think I am. I'll make sure Shane's... well taken care of on Rapture. Don't you worry about a thing.

Rekkah glares over at Armanno, who looks back at her with a smirk. Jude shakes his head and lets out a loud sigh, rolling his eyes as he does. He points down at the papers and snap.

Jude: I don't care if either of you have a problem with the trades. This draft... was my decision, and you'll either deal with it... or get the fuck out of my company. Now sign the fucking papers.

Armanno: Yes sir.

Rekkah: Whatever.

Rekkah signs the pieces of paper on the desk, sliding them over to Armanno with a groan in his breath. Armanno grins and signs them as well, as Jude finishes it off with his own John Handcock. He drops the pen and smirks.

Jude: See... was that so hard? Now get the fuck out of my office before I regret hiring either of you. I've got work to do.

Armanno and Rekkah both look at Jude as he sits in his massive leather chair. They both leave the office as Jude sits back, smirking as he holds his arms behind his head, proud of everything he's accomplished. The scene fades into the Purgatory opening.



The VWA logo flashes across the screen with blue and silver swirls entangling the letters. There are a few seconds of silence and then 'Afterlife' by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play in the background and the sound of screaming fans dies down as the video cuts in and their screaming voices become silenced.

The video cuts to the arena with thousands upon thousands of screaming fans. Some signs can be made out from the blurred zooming cameras.

"Laba vs. Kennylz; Match of The Year~!"

"Krucify him, Lawson! Make him wish he was never born!"

"I'm the mystery man, and I don't know how to wrestle!"

"Syn Skyler > Paige Michaels"

"Jude Lawson needs to be locked up, and they need to throw away the key!"

Silver pyro blasts off from the stage as the camera shoots across the fans and down to ringside to show the VWA announce team, Andrew Flash and Jordan Leppard, both dressed in high profile black suits with smiles stretched from ear to ear. The sound of the screaming fans is nearly tearing the roof off the arena.

Flash: Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages... welcome to Purgatory~! I'm Andrew Flash, this is Jordan Leppard... and do we ever have an amazing show for you guys.

Leppard: Of course we do, Flashy... we always have amazing shows for them. What do you think this is, some pathetic piece of shit company like HV--

Flash: What my partner is trying to say... is that the thrills on this show are going to top everything we've ever done. The best part about it? We're kicking things off with The Royal Rumble~!

Leppard: Yeah... but not only that... we get to see Shane Fenix beat the hell out of Omen, and Krystian Kavella destroy Shane Lawson. It's a beautiful thing.

Flash: At the risk of wanting to kill you before we even start this thing, it's time to get this Rumble on the road! Tam-Tam... hit it~!

Tamzin is standing in the ring, with a mic in his hand, and the fans are going absolutely insane with cheers. She takes a deep breath and brings the mic to her mouth, as she begins VWA's Third Annual Royal Rumble.

Chambers: The following contest is The Volatile Wrestling Alliance's third annual Royal Rumble! The last man standing in the ring after all thirty men have entered will be declared the winner and go on to challenge for The VWA World Heavyweight Championship at Pandora's Box!

The fans in the arena are going insane, excited for the rumble that's about to come. Suddenly 'Revolution Is My Name' hits the speakers and the fans get even louder with their cheers, excited for the man who's going to start the rumble. Purple pyro blasts from the stage, shooting off over the crowd as Shane Lawson comes out from behind the curtains, looking ready and able for the match he's about the take part in. The fans explode with cheers at the sight of him, excited to see the former owner of the company start the rumble, but Lawson's got bigger things on his mind. He nods out to the crowd, raising an arm above his head, as he prepares himself for what will prove to be one of the most difficult matches of his career.

Chambers: Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 240 pounds... SHANE LAWSON!!!

Leppard: Hahahahahahahahaha! Look at the giant loser who has to start the Rumble, Flashy. Look at 'im! He's going to fail so hard. In fact... I actually feel a little sorry for hi-- No... no I don't.

Flash: Your compassion for other human beings is astounding... you know that? I'm surprised they haven't given you a Nobel Prize yet. Seriously... you deserve one. Or seven.

Lawson makes his way down the ramp way, preparing himself for what he knows for a fact is going to be an uphill battle. He slaps a few hands of the fans along the way before stopping for a moment at the bottom of the ramp way. He takes a deep breath and nods to himself, before sliding under the bottom rope and getting right to his feet as he does. The fans cheer with excitement as Lawson paces around the ring, readying himself for one hell of a match. His music cuts and the fans die down, as he awaits the arrival of the man he knows is coming out next... Mike Omen.

Flash: Now Lawson just has to wait for Omen to get to this ring and this Rumble will be under way. I'm excited about it this year. It's going to prove to be one amazing show I think.

Leppard: Uhh... clearly it is, because someone awesome is going to win the Rumble. Duh. Pffft. What's wrong with you? Pffft!

The fans die down a bit, until 'Piece By Piece' hits the speakers and the fans erupt in a sea of cheers for the second Misfit to make his way out onto the stage. The sight of him causes the fans to cheer even louder as Mike Omen makes his way onto the stage, and confident grin masking his lips. He raises an arm above his head and orange pyro blasts off from behind him, up and over the fans, causing them to explode even louder with their cheers for the former Black Plague Messiah. Omen makes his way to the edge of the stage and looks down at Lawson, nodding to his best friend as he does. Lawson nods back, and Tamzin makes her inevitable call.

Chambers: Introducing second, from Brantford, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 239 pounds... MIKE OMEN!!!

Leppard: Can someone just kill them both right now? Please! Oh well... at least I get to see the two of them beat the holy hell out of each other and get eliminated rather early. That's a plus.

Flash: I wouldn't say that Omen and Lawson are going to get eliminated early. They're veterans in this game... and that's going to come into play, I guarantee it.

Omen makes his way down the ramp way, nodding to a few of the fans on the way... but his main focus is on the match that he's going to have to start with his best friend. He stops at the bottom of the ramp way and looks up at Lawson, nodding to him as he does. Shane backs up and Omen runs, sliding under the bottom rope and getting to his feet. The fans continue to cheer loudly, getting louder for the two men that are standing in the ring as Omen paces back and forth a bit, nodding as he does. The music cuts and Lawson and Omen look at each other, as the fans die down a bit.

Flash: This is it, Jordan! This is VWA's third annual Royal Rumble! It's finally about to start, and with two amazing wrestler to do it. I'm so excited right now.

Leppard: Really? I couldn't tell. You know you make me sick, right? Lawson and Omen are horrible people. HORRIBLE I SAY~!

The two Misfits circle the ring, ready to start what's going to be one hell of a long match. The ref on the outside calls for the bell, and VWA's third annual Royal Rumble is underway.

*DING DING DING*

The bell sounds and the match is underway, Omen and Lawson each look across the ring at their best friend, remembering the abuse they suffered and inflicted the last time they faced the other. They both walk to the center of the ring and shake hands, nodding their head at the other to cheers from the crowd before they break off into an intense lock-up that Shane gets the better of. He pushes Omen back against the ropes and holds him there, shooting down to throw him over the top; Omen drops lower and Shane goes through the middle rope out to the floor. Omen gets to his feet and draws back as Shane slides immediately into the ring and pops up to a vertical base right into a lockup once more; a situation Omen takes control of by snapping on a Side Headlock. He wrenches the hold but Shane throws him off into the ropes, running after him for a Clothesline to take him over the top to elimination; Omen runs off and meets Shane, ducking under his arm and sneaking behind him. He grabs him by the back of the head and gets set to throw him over only to have it stalled by Lawson kicking his foot out against the middle rope; with Omen cut off he spins around into a Suplex and picks his best friend up high above his head, turning towards the ropes. Lawson’s prime to drop Omen down across the top rope and then send him down to the floor but Omen kicks his feet and reverses his weight, dropping him down vertical behind Shane. He hits the ground running and flies across the ring, coming back with a front Dropkick designed to eliminate his best friend; Shane’s one step ahead though and bounces back on the ropes leaving Omen landing flat on his back.

Flash: A show of respect from the two friends and rivals but from then it’s straight to business, looking to eliminate the man that could personally be their biggest threat.

Leppard: They know their strengths, they know their weaknesses and they’re going to have to use that knowledge to get them over the top before someone else comes down and makes their job of victory even harder. Period.

Flash: They were given these numbers by Jude to ensure they didn’t win, now for so much as a chance at victory they’ve got to take the other out. Again.

Leppard: That’s life Flashy and for them. It sucks. Deal with it.

With his legs exposed now, Shane leans down and grabs onto Omen, leaning back and Tossing him over the top; Omen goes flying over but manages to land on his feet on the apron. Shane swings with a right cross to knock him off but Omen blocks and drives a shoulder thrust to his gut, Sunset flipping over to put himself back in the ring; once inside he pops up to his feet and looks for a Neckbreaker; Shane holds onto the ropes and elbows out of it, spinning around and nailing Omen with an Uppercut before he grabs on to snap off a quick Reality Check that has the crowd buzzing. Omen’s too fresh though and and shoves Shane off him, shooting under and putting him on his shoulders for the M.O. which gets another pop from the crowd before Shane wriggles out the back door. Lawson shoves Omen forward from behind, sending him chest-first into the corner and then whips him across to the separate corner hard, pulling out Torn From Reality just before he leans down to pull Omen up to his feet and shove him back in the corner. Not wanting to waste to time or energy he shoots underneath him and picks him up to throw him over the top; Omen grabs onto it though and kicks down at Lawson to get some distance so he can push himself up to the middle rope. He comes flying out of the corner with a Diving Knee straight to the jaw that fazes his best friend long enough for him to whip him across at the ropes and the other side himself; both men fly with a head full of steam for the center of the ring and collide in a pair of Clotheslines that floor them as the crowd applauds and the buzzer sounds for the next entrant.

Leppard: Both those jackasses just took the other one out, it’s two for one and the winner’s me! Now they’re prime pickings for whoever’s coming out next.

Flash: Our first entrant is indeed on the horizon, we’re not sure who it is but with both men down for now, he’s got no better chance to make an impact.

Leppard: They weren’t blessed with a great number but they have been given this opportunity. It’s always the little things you should be grateful for Flashy.

Flash: Well, lets just see what they can do with it; if they’ve got the right plan they’ll eliminate both men here and pick off the rest of the entrants one by one. That’s the one advantage an early number affords.

The crowd is going insane as Omen and Lawson are down and 'Before I Forget' hits the speakers. The fans immediately start to boo as The Endgame Saint comes out from behind the curtains, grinning wickedly at the two downed men in the ring. Lawson and Omen begin to get up as Fenix bolts towards the ring and slides right into it, looking to double clothesline the dynamic duo. Lawson and Omen both duck the shot though and hit the ropes, running back at Fenix and taking him to the mat with a double clothesline of their own. They look at each other, obviously back on the same page as Fenix tries to get to his feet and Lawson boots him in the gut, keeling him over. He lifts Fenix up, looking for a powerbomb, which he finds as Omen helps him. The fans cheer loudly as Lawson rolls back and Omen grabs Fenix, tossing him towards the ropes. The Endgame Saint goes up and over the top rope, but lands on the apron, obviously not wanting to get eliminated just yet. He smirks and drives a shoulder into Omen's gut, keeling Omen back, but as he does, Lawson flies over his best friend and uses all of his body weight to launch Fenix from the apron and straight to the floor, smacking his head on it as he lands. The fans explode with cheers as Lawson smirks, dusting off his hands as he turns to Omen, who looks none to pleased.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Shane Fenix has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Leppard: Not fair! It was a two on one assault, Flashy! A two on one assault! I feel like I'm going to vomit in my mouth... and not in the good way.

Flash: There's a good way to vomit in your mou-- No. You know what... never mind. Forget I asked. If you ask me, Fenix got his just deserts.

Omen shakes his head and returns Lawson's favor of eliminating Fenix with a boot to his best friend's gut, dropping him soon after with a snap suplex that causes Lawson to arch his back. The fans are excited once again as it's just Omen and Lawson in the ring, but Mike doesn't look very pleased with Shane as Fenix slugs his way to the back.

Flash: Mike Omen doesn't look very appreciative of his best friend for helping him out there. They've managed to just keep it themselves in this match without Fenix, that's pretty decent if you ask me.

Leppard: Fenix was robbed, Flashy! He was robbed! Something tells me Lawson's going to pay for this. Dearly. Mark my fucking words.

Flash: I'm in for a lot of "mark my words" tonight, aren't I? It's fine... I get it... just prepare me for it. Because I might kill you if you don't.

Leppard: I'll tell you no such thing. Shane Fenix was robbed... and I think he deserves a second chance! I'm calling Jude on this one. This is bullshit.

Omen brings Lawson back to his feet and tries to take him over the top rope, but Lawson fights back, obviously not wanting to be eliminated. He fires an elbow off into Omen's face, knocking his friend back as he follows up with a clothesline. Or at least... what he wanted to be a clothesline, as Omen ducks the shot and reaches back, connecting with a neckbreaker that grounds the former Misfit. Omen wastes little time bringing his friend back to his feet and whipping him across the ropes, looking to eliminate him with a clothesline. He does just that too! Or at least... he thought he did, as Lawson tumbles over the top rope, but holds onto the rope as he falls, barely escaping touching the floor. Omen turns around, nodding as he thinks he's the sole man in the match, but Lawson rolls under the ropes and leaps up, planting his friend with a bulldog that he could have never seen coming. The fans cheer for the athleticism in both men. Lawson turns Omen over and brings him to his feet, dragging him to the ropes. He lifts him up and tries to drop him over the top rope, but Omen holds onto the rope, making sure that Lawson can't drop him. They struggle for a few moments before Lawson turns the elimination attempt into a powerslam that shakes the ring and no doubt stuns the former Black Plague Messiah. Omen arches his back as Lawson gets to one knees, once again bringing his best friend up his feet, as the counter starts again, and they're seconds away from being joined by the man who drew number four in the rumble.

Leppard: Bah! This love gay freak cock show is starting to annoy me. I hope whoever number four is, he's not a complete and total douchebag.

Flash: Like Fenix, how he got eliminated right away? Yeah... that would su--

Leppard: You shut your fucking mouth, Flashy! You. Shut. Your. Fucking. Mouth. Do you understand me, woman?! SHANE FENIX WAS ROBBED! ROBBED I SAY! ROBBED~!

Flash: You keep saying that and maybe... just maybe... it'll come true. I wouldn't hold your breath though, because you do need oxygen to breathe.

’Lunatic Fringe’ hits and Tim Danielson runs down into the ring, sliding through the ropes and right into the fray; Omen and Lawson both reach their feet and turn around into a kick to the gut each. Tim grabs them by their heads and cracks them together, throwing the dazed Omen across the ring with a Belly to Belly Suplex that shakes the ring. He gets up and has Lawson in his face to deal with, the former VWA owner lights him up with a chop and a right hand that welcome Danielson to the Rumble; keeping up his hospitality he whips him across into the corner. Danielson hits it and comes out running, he ducks Shane’s attempt at a second Torn From Reality and bruise a knee deep in his gut, grabbing onto him and throwing him across the ring and crashing into the corner with another Belly to Belly. Danielson’s got a smile on his face as he pushes himself up to his feet, surveying the destruction of Shane in the corner; he turns around to shift his focus to finishing off Omen when the most technical man in the match makes his presence incredibly well felt, grabbing onto his waist and popping off a Northern Lights Suplex that he strangely bridges after impact. Confusion fills the fans and Danielson as they wonder if Omen’s forgotten the rules of the match but the answer becomes clear as Omen keeps the grip and rolls down to his side, dragging Tim up and driving him into the corner with a hard Shoulder Thrust of his own. With Danielson bent over Omen grabs onto his head and lifts him up for a Suplex; his opponent kicks his feet and starts to drop down so Omen cuts his losses and drapes him across the top rope, setting off the crowd as he kicks away at the rookie, trying try bash him to the outside.

Flash: Tim Danielson may be young and new to the company but he definitely came here with the mind of making a statement, taking it to VWA’s Founding Fathers.

Leppard: Yeah but he’s not doing near the damage that Fenix would have done...HAD HE NOT BEEN ROBBED!

Flash: Well that may be all the damage Danielson gets to inflict here as it looks like he may just be out as quick as he came in....But not as quick as Fenix.

Leppard: You son of a bitch! Robbed! ROBBED I SAY! FUCK OFF LAWSON, STOP TRYING TO ELIMINATE PEOPLE EARLY!

What Leppard’s talking about is the fact that Shane’s back up to his feet and has joined Omen in his bid to stomp Danielson over the top; the tenacious newcomer has other plans however and sneak back in under the top rope. Omen and Lawson don’t even need to look at each other as they lean down and pick him up, whipping him across the ring; Lawson hits the ropes as Omen runs at Danielson and shoots behind for a German Suplex, holding him for Lawson to take over with a Clothesline. Danielson gets his boot up in Shane’s face though and cuts him off; he elbows his way out of Omen’s grip and takes him down to the mat with a Butterfly Suplex before he runs at Lawosn and grabs him in a Double Leg ready to dump him over the top rope. Lawson grabs onto the rope and saves himself though, despite that Tim continues to try for the elimination, setting Lawson down and stomping away before he kicks at him hard and picks him up again, getting the same stall as he did last time. Danielson pulls out and crushes Lawson with a heavy Clothesline in the corner, shooting down again to dump him over, always tenacious in his bid to make this one-on-one and score a legendary elimination that the crowd gasps as he looks to have until Omen comes running in and buries Double Running Knees to the small of his back. Danielson screams in pain and hunches over leaving him prime for Omen to put up on top of his shoulders; without even a look Shane pulls himself up to the top, still favoring his ribs and the crowd goes insane as Lawson flies off with a Reality Check to Danielson, tearing him off Omen’s shoulders as the former Black Plague Messiah swings him down towards the mat. Omen leans back in the corner surveying the damage and resting up as the counter goes down towards the next entrant.

Flash: DAMN MAN! Lawson and Omen working in tandem beautifully against Danielson who was lets give him credit holding his own against one of the greatest tag teams in wrestling history.

Leppard: If Fenix hadn’t have beens crewed he’d be the only man in that ring right now! Mark my words!

Flash: I’ll mark’m, doesn’t mean they aren’t wrong. Who knows though, Fenix got eliminated so quickly we can’t be sure. Lets move on shall we? Number 5 has got three men waiting for him but Danielson... well he’s kinda hurt right now wouldn’t you say?

Leppard: Right now Danielson is praying the next man is his partner Hohler because apparently no one told the fucking Misfits that A: there’s no partners in a Rumble and B: THEY BROKE UP TWO FUCKING YEARS AGO! THE FUCKING THIEVES!

'Nothing Special' hits the speakers and the fans explode with cheers as Travis Daniels comes running down the ramp way. Lawson shuffles to the side before getting to his feet and looking down at Danielson. He doesn't waste much time trying to teach the newcomer a lesson as he grabs onto him and lifts him up, latching onto his tights and turning, looking to toss him over the top rope. As he goes to do it though, Tim bails through the middle rope and to the floor, smartly keeping himself in the match just as Daniels slides in the ring. The fans boo the tactics of Tim just a bit, but can't help but change their tune as Lawosn shakes his head and turns around right into a clothesline from Mike Omen! Lawson goes down hard, and Omen drops to his knees after it, but what he's met with is a huge boot to the face courtesy of Nothing Special, who insists on asserting himself in this match hard. Omen goes down and Daniels grabs Lawson, bringing him to his feet. He drags Shane over to the ropes and tries to dump him over, but he can't seem to do it. Tim Danielson slides in beside him and looks to aid his plight, but Daniels sees it as an attempt to steal his spotlight and turns his attention to hammering right hands into Danielson's face. Tim backs up and Daniels clotheslines him to the mat, as Lawson and Omen both stumble to their feet. Tim and Travis start firing off shots at each other, exchanging them blow for blow, but as Lawson and Omen stumble towards them, they quickly turn their attention to Shane and Mike respectively and level the former Misfits with two right hands that send them falling back to the mat. The fans cheer for the two men, as their eyes widen in shock.

Flash: Travis Daniels and Tim Danielson just leveled Shane Lawson and Mike Omen! If that's not a moment in history... I don't know what is. They've got a real opportunity here.

Leppard: Can they just all get set on fire? I mean really... would any of them even be in the ring right now if Fenix wasn't completely screwed?! No... they wouldn't.

Flash: Again with Fenix getting screwed, eh? When are you going to give that up? He was a victim of the numbers game. A side he's been on the opposite of quite a few times.

Leppard: Bah, you're useless. Shane Fenix is a beast. A beast who was let out of his cage never to be seen again. He should be caged, Flashy! Caged in that ring! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING TO YOU?!

Daniels and Danielson waste little time. They each scoop up a former Misfit and try to get them over the top rope, but Lawson fights back against Daniels and Omen fights back against Tim. They eventually find themselves back on their feet and each firing off punches to Tim and Travis, trying to get away from the ropes. Lawson fails to come back as Daniels boot him in the gut, but Omen takes Tim to the mat with a hard clothesline. Daniels goes to toss Lawson over the top rope, but instead he sends him reeling through the middle one, crashing himself to the floor. Daniels shakes his head, obviously mad as he backs right into a waiting Mike Omen, who plants him with a German suplex right on top of Tim Danielson! The fans cheer loudly as Omen stands, being the only man doing so in the ring. He looks down at Lawson and shakes his head, as he grabs Daniels and lifts him up, planting him with a regular suplex this time, doing anything he can think of to wear the man down. Tim starts to come to as he rolls over and sees Omen bringing Daniels to his feet again. Omen turns his back to Tim and Danielson strikes, connecting with a chop block that takes Omen down to his knees. Travis falls with him, but not all the way. He manages to rise up and narrowly miss a clothesline attempt on Danielson, before turning back and gutting a gut wrench for his troubles. The fans cheer as Tim Danielson stays on his knees, shaking his head to try and gain wind, as Lawson slides in the ring behind him, holding his shoulder from the fall out of the ring. Daniels spots Lawson and gets to his feet, as Omen and Daniels slowly start to come to as well and the buzzer counts down for the next entrant.

Leppard: Oh come on! The next person who comes out better be one hell of an entrant... or I'm going to blow my fucking brains out.

Flash: Well now I really hope it's someone you don't like, so I can get a new partner who actually does their job down here rather than acting like an asshole.

Leppard: Asshole?! That's it! Just like Shane Fenix... I'm being treated unfairly. I'm gonna tell Jude all about how mean you are to me, and then maybe I'll get a new partner!

Flash: Yeah... that'll be the day. Go right ahead, Leppard. I dare you.

Danielson stomps away on Lawson not letting him to his feet buthe fans attention is drawn away from the action in the ring to the entrance ramp as ‘Viva La Vida’ begins to play and Jay Will runs down to the ring. He slides inside and pops up to his feet right in time for Daniels to nail the Travisphere on the newest Rumble entrant; just as Will hits the mat Omen blindsides Daniels from behind and throws him into the corner, lighting him up with Chops to soften him up for an elimination. Will climbs up to his feet but he garners the attention of Danielson who leaves Lawson on the floor and eyes down Will’s shaky feet, running at him with a full head of steam Double Legging him up and dumping him over the top rope, crashing down to the floor to cheers from the fans.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Jay Will has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Flash: Want me to help you with that gun Leppard? Those hair triggers can be tricky.

Leppard: What a fucking waste! His spot would have been so much better served given to Fenix. First the mans robbed now he has to watch all these other losers fail where he could have succeeded. It’s torture and a conspiracy and I won’t stand for it any longer!

Danielson’s elimination of Jay is short-lived pride though as Lawson cuts him down with a Chop Block from behind looking for revenge; he brings him all the way down to the mat with a standing Altered Perception as Omen continues to try and force Daniels over the rope with no luck. Daniels forearms his way out of the predicament and pushes himself up to the middle rope instead; Omen comes in to capitalize but Daniels gets the boot up in his face and jumps off the second with a Slingblade that plants the former World Champion’s head right in the mat. Daniels celebrates with sly grin as he leans down and pulls up Omen but his advantage is interrupted as Lawson grabs him from behind and runs him across the ring, throwing him over the top. Lawson turns around but Daniels lands on his feet on the apron, running across it and up to the top, flying off it with a Diving Crescent Kick that sends a dazed Lawson into the Powerslam of an waiting Tim Danielson.

Flash: You can see the Misfits looking out for one another and that may very well be their greatest weakness in this match.

Leppard: No, Shane Fenix was their greatest weakness in their match; he was gonna destroy them both, Jude’s people just made a mistake. Fenix’ number was supposed to be 30 not 3, SOMEONE IS SO FUCKING FIRED!

Flash: Could his name be Jay Will?

Leppard: Ok, TWO people are so fucking fired! Happy?

With Omen and Lawson down once more, Danielson sees Daniels pulling up Omen; the former Black Plague Messiah punches away in defense but gets some downward rights for his troubles. With his back turned Daniels is an obvious target and Tim lets know it, grabbing onto him out of nowhere and destroying him with a Half Nelson Suplex that folds him in half and sends him across the ring. Danielson pops up to his feet surveying his damage with an accomplished smile on his face when he gets cut off in his victory dance by a Double Dropkick to his knees by the re-occuring Misfits. Danielson goes down on both knees and Omen and Lawson pull themselves up, grabbing onto Tim, lifting him up for a Double Suplex; Danielson goes crashing down to the mat ad the second he hits Omen and Lawson start laying into each other with the right hands even from their knees. Lawson gets the better of the exchange and Omen stumbles back into the ropes, pulling himself up and angling himself into the corner as Lawson persues Daniels, pulling him up to his feet and feeding him a European Uppercut before he hoists him up on his shoulders to toss him over the top. Daniels grabs onto the rope and stops him though, not letting go no matter how much Lawson shakes him; with Daniels being held there prone though, Omen is preparing himself to do some damage, slowly climbing up to the top rope to the applause of the fans. He leaps off looking for a Knee Drop across the back of Daniels’ restrained head but instead gets caught and thrown as Danielson explodes up with a Belly to Belly Suplex, altering his course and sending him crashing down to the mat, screaming in pain. Danielson’s back up quickly though and runs at Shane to Clothesline him over; Lawson drops Daniels and leaves him to take the hit that sends him to the mat and not over the ropes. When Danielson turns around though Shane leaps for a Reality Check; he gets caught and thrown over the top, the crowd gasps as he barely lands on a foot, holding on as the other touches the floor; Danielson wails on him desperately but Shane fires off desperate right hands and tumbles back inside the ring while the counter ticks.

Flash: Shane nearly found himself eliminated for real there; what a feather in the cap of Danielson’s cap it would have been.

Leppard: Would have been a feather in Fenix’ cap to win the rumble; not eliminate lawson though he’s already beat him plenty. Just like he’s gonna beat Omen tonight. But NOOOO.

Flash: Yeah, No, he got eliminated. Deal with it man, you’re starting to scare me. We’ve got plenty more Rumble to call and the Misfits are being abused by two men who you’d never expect this kind of success against them from. I thought you’d be enjoying it of all people.

Leppard: I’m suffering from Fenix-withdrawl Flashy, I can’t help it. Sure Omen’s a human crash dummy and Lawson’s lucky to still be alive in it but I’d trade the damage Daniels and Danielson have done for one more moment of Fenix’ glorious dominating presence. HE WAS THE BEST! EVEN NO ONE GOT ELIMINATED LIKE HIM! JUSTICE! JUSTICE SAY I!

The fans are on their feet from the excitement as 'I Don't Care' hits the speakers and one third of The Paragons of Wrestling slowly makes his way to the ring in Christian Helton. The fans are unsure of what to think of him, as Lawson gets to his feet first, followed by Danielson just as Helton slides in the ring. Lawson takes a swing at Tim, but Danielson ducks the shot and shoves Lawson right into a knee to the gut from Helton that flips him to the mat. Helton and Danielson waste no time exchanging blows, as the fresh Helton gains the upper hand, grabbing Tim around the waste and planting him with a northern lights suplex! The fans explode with cheers as Helton rolls over, only to get bulldogged to the mat courtesy of Mike Omen, who gets right back to his feet after the fact. Mike's the only man standing now, as Daniels starts to come to. He wastes little time and goes on the offensive, driving forearm after forearm into Daniels' back to keep him groggy. Omen drags him to the corner turnbuckle and lifts him up, looking to take him out the old fashioned way. As he does though, Lawson and Danielson start to come to, and exchange blows themselves, leaving Helton as the odd man out as he gets to his feet and shakes his head. Lawson gets the upper hand Danielson, looking to eliminate him, but Tim holds on, not letting himself get thrown over. Daniels starts to fight back at Omen, kicking him away from him as he rests on the top rope. Omen stumbles back and right into a knee to the back from Christian Helton, followed by a backbreaker that keeps the former Black Plague Messiah on the mat. Helton however, picks up where he left off and starts to drive forearms into Daniels' chest in an effort to get him out of the ring. Meanwhile, Lawson's got Tim over the top rope and hanging on for dear life, but when Danielson falls, he takes Lawson's neck to the top rope and lands on the apron, sending Lawson choking back and landing on top of the downed Mike Omen, as Tim rolls back in the ring.

Flash: The Misfits of Society are down yet again in the middle of the ring and this time Lawson's on top of Omen. These younger stars are really putting it to the two men who created this company.

Leppard: You're damn right they are! I don't really care who any of them are... as long as they're beating the shit out of Lawson and Omen. If you're doing that... you're alright in my books.

Flash: You lead a sad and pathetic life... you know that? The same shit comes out of your mouth week after week, and it never gets any less annoying.

Leppard: Pffft! You're one to talk. Don't even get me started on what a pathetic loser you are, Flashy. Just watch the damn match and call it like you're supposed to, hoser.

Tim gets to his feet, seeing an opportunity where Helton is. He makes his way over to the corner and looks to aid Helton, but The Paragons fires off an elbow that shakes Danielson back, obviously wanting the elimination for himself. The distraction gives Daniels the opening he needed as he boots Helton back and gets off the corner turnbuckle, booting Helton in the gut. He tosses the Paragon through the middle rope and to the floor, before driving his knee into Danielson's gut and doing the same, leaving himself all alone with Lawson and Omen for the time being. The fans cheer loudly as Daniels grabs Lawson and brings him to his feet, dragging him towards the ropes. As he does though, Lawson puts his foot on the bottom one and fires back with an elbow, shaking Nothing Special. He stumbles back, right into a right hook from Omen, who's now on his feet. He stumbles back again and gets one from Lawson. Then Omen. Then Lawson. Then Omen. Then both and he falls to the mat. The Misfits look at each other and nod, knowing what they have to do. But Helton and Danielson slide back in the ring at that very moment, and their attention is turned away from each other. The two men run at Lawson and Omen looking for clothesline, but The Misfits duck them and turn as they hit the ropes, hitting Danielson and Helton with respective back body drops upon their return. The fans explode with cheers as they do, as both Misfits are standing in the middle of the ring, above three fallen men, and the buzzer starts to count down. The fans continue to cheer loudly as Omen and Lawson each look to the stage.

Leppard: Oh... how adorable. It's like... they're... I can't even think of a decent insult, that's how sick to my stomach they make me. Someone kill them both please. Thanks.

Flash: They're working together again, and this time it's actually work. But... for how long? Whoever's coming out after this may very well be a difference maker in this match.

Leppard: I doubt it. I really doubt it. Something tells me there won't be a difference maker for a long time. What do I know though?! MORE THAN YOU~!

Flash: Mature. Really mature. In fact, I'm surprised you haven't been given a medal for maturity. It's people like you that make me want to be alive.

The fans boo as ‘The Antidote’ hits and Niq Kross runs down and into the ring to join the Rumble; the second third of the former VWA Tag Team Champions gets welcomed by the first holders of the belts as they tear him in half with a High-Low for good measure. The fans cheer as Kross rolls around on the mat in pain but Omen and Lawson go right back at each other when they see they’re the only men left standing; a fact that quickly changes as Christian Helton comes flying off the top with a Split-Legged Dropkick that knocks both Misfits back into the ropes. Danielson and Daniels have the bright idea to nail Helton with a Double Clothesline of their own but Helton ducks, he nails a back kick to Danielson and runs at him, springing off the bent over man to deliver a Shining Wizard to the chin of Daniels and send him reeling back in the corner where Helton pounds away on him trying to soften him up. Kross begins to pull himself to his feet but as he does Danielson does the same, he boots him in the gut and throws him at the corner, shoulders to post, turning around into a double boot from the Misfits; they hook him for another Double Suplex but he breaks off and drives a knee into Omen’s gut doubling him over and throwing him into Lawson’s gut, sending them both into the corner. Tim continues to show off his ingenuity as he yanks Kross out of the opposite corner, drags him across the ring and throws him with an Exploder Suplex into the stacked up Misfits in the corner. Kross rolls across the ring as Daniels yanks Omen off Lawson and tries to throw him over the top and Daniels catches sight of the partner of the man he can’t seem to eliminate; he picks him up and drops him with a Snake Eyes over the top rope before he walks over to Kross and pulls him up; he picks him up for a Suplex and leaves him draped half his body across the top for the Travate Buster but Helton runs out of the corner with a huge swinging Kick that takes Kross out of Daniels’ grasp and crashing down to the floor.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Niq Kross has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Flash: And by his own tag team partner!

Leppard: A move Fenix would be proud of!

Kross looks up at his partner from the floor who gives him a shrug before he has to back-elbow Daniels away and drive him into the corner once more with a Shoulder Thrust while Danielson stomps away on Lawson in the corner in between trying to throw Omen over.

Flash: Danielson has his mind set on eliminating one or both of these Misfits and he hasn’t deviated from his plan since he got in this ring.

Leppard: Oh yeah, he’s beat their fucking asses almost half as well as Fenix could have. Jude would be semi-proud!

Flash: I don’t think anyones in here looking for Jude’s approval, Leppard; Danielson, Helton, Daniels, they all just want to win this thing for themselves.

Leppard: And since Fenix got robbed, that’s not a possibility. I never realized how open things became with that one elimination. It’s anyones game now!

Across the ring, Helton draws back to run in for his Corner Yakuza Kick but as he’s about to take Daniels’ head off, Nothing Special moves out of the way and Helton finds himself stuck on the top rope. Daniels takes full advantage grabbing onto his leg and lifting it up from beneath to throw him over the top all the while Helton tries to bash his way free to no avail. Danielson throws Omen to the side and goes to crush Lawson in the corner with another Clothesline but Lawson ducks and boots away at Tim, feeding him a flurry of European Uppercuts before he whips him across the ring into the opposite corner. With Danielson out of his way he sees Daniels trying eliminate Helton and runs over, dumping both of them over the top where the crowds feeling a double elimination but only gets both of them landing on the apron. Working together without a word they reach forward and grab onto Lawson, hooking him for a Suplex for elimination; both men hold onto Shane and the ropes as they hoists him up above the air but as they’re lifting him Shane kicks his feet to stay on the ground. They bash on Lawson and lift again but by now Omen’s stumbled over and kicks through the ropes into Daniels’ face, running him down the apron and cracking his head off the ring post, leaving him teetering on elimination. The crowd gasps as Daniels hangs limp and Omen kicks away but Nothing Special pulls himself back and tumbles through the ropes into the ring where Danielson commences his stomping as Lawson gets hung up on the ropes and Helton climbs back in, running across to nail Omen with a Big Boot as he makes his way across the ring.

Flash: Lot of near eliminations there; you can see people working together when they have to but no one making saves except Omen and Lawson.

Leppard: And it’s stupid of them, Daniels and Helton would have eliminated each other just as quickly as Omen or Lawson and I’m pretty sure by now Danielson just wants to fucking eliminate SOMEONE.

Flash: Every other man in the ring with him is an accomplished legend or former Champion... you can see why he’d want to set himself apart.

Leppard: Well he’s certainly set himself aside from Fenix; he’d have won the rumble by now. he’d have flown around the earth like Superman and reversed time, then won it again! But he GOT SCREWED! So now you’ll never see it! MARK MY WORDS! it would have been so beautiful...

'Sound of Madness' hits the speakers and Aaron Rupp comes running down the ramp way, ready for action. Omen hits the mat hard as Helton stops himself and comes back at him, dropping with an elbow drop to make sure he keeps Mike groggy. Danielson continues his assault on Daniels, driving his foot into Travis' throat as he does and putting all of his weight on him. As he does, Lawson manages to get himself to his feet, as groggy as he is, and knock back Helton as he's bringing Omen to his feet. Omen drops to his knees and Lawson fires off again, knocking Helton back. He grabs onto him for a Reality Check, but Helton shoves Lawson right towards Omen, who takes his best friend to the mat with a vicious spear out of mid air! The fans gasp in pain as Lawson hits the mat and Helton comes at Omen, booting him in the head and knocking him straight to the mat. Rupp slides in the ring and lunges at Helton, but The Paragon ducks the shot and boots Rupp in the gut hard, keeling him over. He drops Rupp with a DDt, stopping his fresh assault in it's traacks. Danielson stops his assault on Travis and brings him to his feet, looking to toss right right over the top rope. He's successful... for the most part, as Daniels lands himself on the apron and teeters, trying not to fall out. The fans gasp as it happens, but Travis manages to turn around and deliver a shot to Tim, knocking him back a bit. Helton brings Omen to his feet and whips him into the corner, following with a clothesline as he does, just as Daniels drives his shoulder into Tim's gut, keeling him over and leaping with a sunset flip to take him to the mat. He follows up with a dropkick to Danielson's face and the fans cheer for him loudly. Lawson starts to stumble to his feet and Daniels looks for his opening, grabbing the former owner by his tights.

Flash: It looks like Travis Daniels is going to try and eliminate Shane Lawson yet again. If he keeps this up, he may very well get that elimination.

Leppard: You know what would be nice? If he cared enough about his other fucking matches to put this much work into them. That would be awesome.

Flash: Yes... yes it would. But you can't blame the man for wanting it all, even if that means forgetting about the smaller things that help build him into a star.

Leppard: I can blame him for whatever I want to. Like now... it's his fault that Fenix got eliminated. That's right! I'm blaming Travis Daniels~!

He flings Lawson up and over the top rope, but Shane hangs on for dear life, catching himself on the apron. Daniels swings, but Lawson ducks the shot and delivers a right hook that sends Daniels reeling back, allowing Shane to get in the ring. Helton grabs Omen with a bulldog and runs towards the middle of the ring, but as he does, Omen shoves him off and Helton connects chest first with the corner turnbuckle. From behind him comes the now vertical Aaron Rupp, who explodes with a MASSIVE German suplex that sends Helton flying across the ring and crashing to the mat. The fans explode with cheers as Rupp lunges at him again, driving fist after fist into his head to keep him grounded. Lawson comes at Rupp, but the former Lionheart ducks a clothesline attempt and grabs him from behind, connecting with the Paralyzer! The fans gasp as Lawson cries out in pain and Omen lunges at Rupp only to get a knee to the gut for his troubles. Omen keels over and Rupp plants him with a neckbreaker, before getting to his feet with a grin, only to get a right hand to the face from Travis Daniels. Nothing Special shoves Rupp towards the ropes and tries to eliminate him, but as he does, Danielson comes from behind them both and sends them tumbling over the top rope, but both men hang on to the apron. They hang on for dear life in face, as Danielson shakes his head and turns around only to get drop toe holded to the mat courtesy of Christian Helton who lunges at Rupp who's getting in the ring, dropping him to the mat. The buzzer counts down, as the carnage ensues.

Leppard: I swear to God... if the next person who comes out isn't Shane Fenix being reinstated in the Rumble... I'm going to start punching some mother fuckers.

Flash: If I'm one of those mother fuckers... can you kindly not punch me? I kind of like the lack of punching that's going on here. Plus... then I'd have to hurt you.

Leppard: Please. You... hurt ME?! I don't fucking thi--

Flash: I'm a beast... you're a twig. I think nine times out of ten, I would kick your ass. And that last time... you'd only get because I started to feel bad for you.

The speakers roar to life with 'City' and the fans boo as Eric Altair runs down the ramp, eager to take place in his first Rumble and make an impact. As he slides into the ring Danielson is shooting at Daniels already as he gets back into and throws him across the ring with an Exploder Suplex where he lands right in front of Altair. The newcomer tries to navigate the ring safely as best he can but gets a running knee from Danielson who drives him into the corner, Snap Suplexing him out while Lawson drags Helton off of Rupp and Omen waits in the nearby corner for his former protege to reach his feet. Rupp stumbles up and Omen fires in, locking him up for a Tiger Suplex; Rupp back Headbutts his way out of it though and as Omen turns away fires off a very brutal nostalgic Following in the Footsteps that leaves Omen slumped over in the corner ready for elimination. The fans boo and Rupp grins as he leans forward to eliminate him and immediately gets planted with a Reality Check from his ideal victims best friend; the fans erupt with cheers as Shane pulls himself up and turns around right into the Burn in Hell, holding onto the submission after the impact and leaving Shane screaming in pain. On the other side of the ring Danielson drags Altair up to his feet and throws him against the ropes trying to finally eliminate someone but Altair keeps holding on; Tim gets fed up and throws him on his shoulders giving him the DanielSlam over the top and crashing down to his elimination to the gasps of the fans.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Eric Altair has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Flash: It’s about damn time!

Leppard: Couldn’t have dropped a better idiot on his head myself. Fenix on the other hand...

Elsewhere Omen recovers and pushes himself up to the middle rope, coming down across the back of Helton’s exposed head with a Knee Drop while he holds Lawson in the Burn in Hell and Daniels uses the ropes to pull himself up. Omen pushes up to his feet and runs at Daniels looking to drive him into the corner but Daniels gets a strong knee lift up and plants Omen in the mat with the Nothing Special.

Flash: Omen and Lawson are surviving this rumble but just BARELY; they are taking some serious abuse from the youth movement here and so are the rookies in the case of Tim Danielson.

Leppard: It was so fulfilling to watch that guy finally at last eliminate someone, now he can say he’s done something with his life.

Flash: Well he worked this entire match trying to elminate Omen or Lawson and when he finally chose someone else he got the job done!

Leppard: Not as well as Fenix mind you... but he’s only human I guess.

Danielson nods his head proudly after the brutal elimination watching Altair stumble his way to the back holding his neck; he turns around too long though and gets dumped over the top by none other than Shane Lawson himself.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Tim Danielson has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Flash: And that's why you don’t turn your back on a crafty veteran OR try and eliminate him all match and stop before you succeed.

Leppard: Okay, well... that guy wasn’t robbed. He was just a jackass but FENIX WAS ROBBED!

The crowd gives a huge cheer of recognition as a surprised Danielson looks up at a smiling Lawson; the former Deicide doesn’t make a rookie mistake though and turns around immediately, surging across the ring and taking Daniels head off with a Clothesline. Rupp pulls himself up using the ropes and starts to stomp away on Omen, as does Helton as he pulls himself up to his feet; the former Black Plague Messiah tries to force his way to a vertical base by fighting back but can only get to a crouch. Both men pull him up and whip him across the ropes, as he comes back Rupp comes down and he jumps over him, right into the Big Boot of Helton; Omen falls towards the mat but gets dragged there by the leaping Neckbreaker of Rupp who eats a Basement Dropkick from his former ally Helton the second he brings his face up. With them taken care of Helton turns his attention to Lawson trying to eliminate Daniels; he shoots under and tries to throw them off but Shane elbows him off and turns around. With Lawson off him and trading shots with Helton, Daniels flies off the ropes with the Travisphere one more time catching Shane in the back of the head and sending him sprawling forward into Helton. He runs at Lawson and leapfrogs him, flying at Helton and Hurricanranaing him chest-first into the corner; he sets him up for the Traveloution Neckbreaker but everything’s interrupted by the corner Splash of Rupp who throws Daniels overhead with a German Suplex, ducks the Clothesline of Helton, plants him with one and fends off an advancing Lawson to drill him into the mat with one as well. Exhausted Rupp rests in the corner as the counter ticks down and Omen pulls himself up slowly.

Flash: No sooner does Danielson get the elimination than he’s eliminated himself; eyes in the back of the head are key in this environment.

Leppard: So’s Shane Fenix but you don’t see him anywhere do you?

Flash: Check in the back. Regardless of who’s in that ring anyone could eliminate you at any time. You’re never safe.

Leppard: Yeah, in a world where Ruppy stands tall... be fucking afraid, man.

The buzzer sounds and 'Man In The Box' hits the speakers. The fans boo as Andrew Southgate comes bolting down the ramp way, looking to take advantage of the situation that awaits him. He slides in the ring and runs at Rupp, ducking a clothesline from him. Andrew hits the ropes and comes back at Rupp, who's looking to back body drop kick. Southgate boots up and brings Rupp up and groggy, leaping and connecting with a dropkick that sends him soaring through the ropes and to the floor. Southgate smirks as he brushes his hands off and turns around to a boot to the face courtesy of Mike Omen! The fans cheer as Andrew goes down and Omen shakes his head, bringing him back to his feet as he does. He locks Southgate in for a belly to belly suplex, but Andrew counters by slapping Omen's ears, ringing them and making him let go. Southgate takes advantage of the situation and drills Omen with a DDT that keeps the former Messiah down for the count. Daniels starts to get up first of the three men hit with suplexes, and Southgate runs at him as he does, driving a knee into his skull. Daniels goes back down, but Helton starts to get up. Andrew runs at him and delivers a knee to his skull as well to keep him ground. Lawson does the same, and Southgate hits the trifecta, making sure to keep everyone where he wants them. Unfortunately for him, Daniels is now vertical and as Andrew turns around, he gets blasted with a boot to the gut and a snap suplex. The fans cheer for Daniels as he rolls over and Rupp slides in the ring, nearly taking his head off with a clothesline.

Flash: Southgate had a pretty fiery start here in this match, but he's seemed to fizzle out rather quickly. That won't look good for him in the future, that's for sure.

Leppard: He's a failure... just like the rest of these failures. Can someone get someone cool out here now please? I'm really getting sick of seeing these idiots wrestle each other!

Flash: Uhh... this has been one hell of a Rumble so far, Leppard... and it's only going to get better. Stop being such a moron and just enjoy the action that's in front of you.

Leppard: Or... I could not enjoy this boring shit, and keep ranting about how Fenix was screwed. How 'bout that, Flashy?! Huh?! HOW 'BOUT THAT?!

Rupp shakes his arm, obviously feeling the effects of the shot as he does. He takes a deep breath and turns around to see both Helton and Lawson getting to their feet. He runs at Helton and tries to dump him over the top rope, but it's no use. Christian keeps holding on, refusing to let go, which gives Lawson his chance to get to his feet. He makes his way over to Omen and looks down at him, making sure he's alright. He nods and turns around, only to have Rupp connect with a boot to his gut. Aaron goes to capitalize, but as he does... he's clobbered from behind by Helton, who tries to eliminate Lawson. Unfortunately what he gets for his trouble is an elbow from Lawson followed by a hard knee to the gut that drops him to his hands and knees. Omen starts to come to and gets to his feet, holding the back of his neck as he does. As he gets up though, so does Daniels and Southgate, and Rupp and Helton. All six men are on their feet and it looks as if no one has the upper hand. The fans explode with cheers as the man all look from side to side at each other, trying to figure out who to strike. As if on que, Helton lunges at Lawson, Rupp lunges at Omen and Southgate lunges at Daniels, firing shots as they do. The three men fight back with shots of their own though. Lawson takes Helton to the mat with a clothesline. Omen takes Rupp with a snap suplex and Daniels takes Southgate with a neckbreaker. The fans cheer as Omen, Lawson and Daniels are all on their feet, and the sound of the buzzer is ticking down for the next entrant.

Leppard: Why?! Why does shit like this always happen?! People like Lawson... and Omen... and Daniels... they always fucking getting the upper hand!

Flash: It's called talent. I know that's a foreign concept to you... but people actually are talented that you don't like, and they use that talent as well.

Leppard: Bullshit.

Flash: No, true story, happened to a friend of mine. Two actually. I'd say three but me and Daniels have never really had the chance to hang out. Always regretted that..

'Get Out of My Way' hits and Odin Knyght runs down to the ring, sliding inside to join the match; he greeted by Omen who seems to have won the coin toss and welcomes Odin with some heavy boots. Odin throws Omen’s leg aside and runs at him, Spearing him into the corner while Daniels and Lawson trade shots; Odin lights Omen up with chops and then tries to throw him over but Omen beats Odin down and switches, chopping him in the corner while Lawson whips Daniels into the corner. Omen moves out of the way to let the two men collide but Odin moves as well and Daniels just hits the turnbuckle; he sleepwalks out straight into Odin who sends him flying with a Belly to Belly Suplex that leaves him landing across Southgate just as he begins to push himself up. Odin isn’t done though and grabs onto Daniels, pulling him up and Scoop Slamming him down across Helton; given the steam Odin’s building Omen and Lawson decide to cut him off, spinning him around and feeding him right hands; Odin breaks free and floors them both with a Double Clothesline; spinning around in time to see Omen scrambling up into a German Suplex and a second as Odin’s pulling off Threefold Law. The assault’s interrupted though as Lawson spins him away at swings for a kick, Odin blocks it spins Lawson and goes for Threefold Law on Lawson instead, dropping him on his head once, twice, three times and then grabbing hold of Omen once more and finishing what he started from before with the sixth and final German. Odin’s breathing fire and beaming with fierce pride as he surveys the destroyed Misfits and sees Helton pushing himself up in the corner, he runs in with a heavy knee and Hip Tosses Helton out of the corner, kicking him in the back hard as soon as he gets up to a seated position. He gets caught off-guard by Daniels and Rupp who run in and nail a Double Dropkick in stereo; the two grab onto Odin and look for a Double DDT but Odin powers up and gives them both a Double Complete Shot into the corner. He turns around and watches as everything in the ring aside from him is flat on the mat and in pain.

Flash: Holy... SHIT!

Leppard: It’s like the pot calling the kettle black and then dragging it sixteen blocks tied to the back of it’s car cause the pot’s really with the KKK.

Flash: What Leppard is trying to say is that Odin Knyght may have just silenced all the critics...that man’s a technical fucking beast.

Leppard: WHAT THE FUCK IS IN THOSE PILLS! He can chomp as many of those badboys as he wants but just please don’t eat the Fenix...oh wait... ROBBED!

Odin stalks out of the corner looking for his next victim and finds it in Andrew Southgate, the freshest man from his onslaught; he drags him up for a Gut Wrench Suplex but the second Southgates off his feet he’s punching down into Odin’s face. Odin drops him and Southgate cuts off his momentum with a brutal Low blow, following it with a kick to the gut; he bounces back off the ropes and runs forward, planting Southgate with a Tornado DDT square in the mat. Odin spikes off the mat but he still pulls himself up to his feet right in time for Southgate to snap off an Orton Backbreaker and a Neckbreaker down across his knee; after all the onslaught Odin still isn’t off his feet though and Andrew hits the ropes coming flying back at the groggy Odin. Knyght catches him as he comes running though and sends him flying with the Deosil Slam; with that taken care of he turns his attention back to the Misfits only to find they aren’t there. In fact they’re behind him and they let him know it by driving knees into his kidneys and planting him with an Inverted Suplex to the cheers of the fans. With Odin down the Misfits rest against the ropes in opposite corners but it’s a rest thats short-lived as Helton comes running at Lawson and takes his head off with the corner Yakuza Kick and Daniels comes flying for a Dropkick of his own, which Omen’s able to dodge. As soon as Daniels hits the mat Omen’s waiting behind him and looks to lock him up for a Dragon Suplex; Daniels never lets him lock his arms though and back elbows to soften up before he spins and snaps off the Traveloution Neckbreaker. Omen goes down to the mat but Daniels pulls him up right away to throw him over the top; he looks to be going to and Omen is hanging half outside the ring when Rupp stumbles over and dumps Daniels over himself. Daniels drops down to the apron and rolls inside and Omen takes the time to pop in himself but he’s free and the man that saved him pounds on him in the corner as Lawson gets the same treatment from Helton across the ring. The counter counts down.

Flash: The force known as Odin Knyght finally got stopped but what I’m interested in is Rupp saving Omen. I can only imagine he wants that personal elimination for himself; I could certainly see why.

Leppard: So could I, who wouldn’t want to eliminate Omen; he used to be cool but now he’s a piece of shit that’s going to get murdered tonight by Shane Fenix a man that was ROBBED! ROBBED I SAY!

Flash: That match still to come but this one far from over; we’re not even halfway there yet.

Leppard: And those two FUCKS are still in the ring! Someone get them out! NOW! Helton! Rupp! I will pay you... NOTHING JUST GET THEM THE FUCK OUT! DO IT FOR THE MEMORY OF FENIX! MAY HIS RUMBLE WISHES REST IN PIECE!

The fans go insane as 'Knights of Cydonia' hits the speakers and Billy Hush comes out from behind the curtains. He bolts down the ramp way and slides in the ring, just as Daniels get to his feet. Hush takes Daniels down with a clothesline, but Travis gets right back up, only to be taken down with another clothesline courtesy of The Silencer. The fans keep cheering loudly as Helton stops beating down on Lawson long enough to try his run at the fresh Billy Hush. He's taken up and back down with a back body drop for his troubles, when from behind Hush comes Rupp, kicking up for Following In The Footsteps! Hush moves to the side and grabs Rupp's leg, taking him down to the mat with a dragon screw, and cleaning house in the match, being the freshest man in it. Southgate starts to stumble to his feet, but as he does, he's dropped with a clothesline from Hush, who's just on fire. Knyght starts to get up as Lawson and Omen pull themselves to their feet, but Hush makes sure one of them stays down. That one? Shane Lawson, who's met with a boot to the face that keeps him grounded. The Silencer starts to stomp on Lawson and the fans actually cheer for it, given their history. Hush keeps stomping away at Shane as Omen and Odin come face to face in the middle of the ring, glaring at each other as they do. They quickly start on the offensive and fire off rights and lefts at each other, trying to gain the upper hand. Omen gains it first and knocks Odin back, looking to shove him over the top rope, but Knyght is smarter than that and he moves around Omen and nearly dumps him over the top rope. Fortunately, Omen hangs on and delivers a knee to Omen's gut and follows up with a swinging neckbreaker that leaves him the only man standing in the ring.

Flash: Billy Hush started his stint in the Rumble with a bang, and it's still going strong. It's looking like Odin and Mike are going to have a heated rivalry in this thing though.

Leppard: Who cares? They're both boring and stupid. I say we just light the ring on fire now, and everything will be alright. Whatta you say, Flashy? You in?!

Flash: No... I'm not in. I don't even know why you'd ask me that. What the hell is wrong with yo-- Nevermind... don't answer that. You're an idiot.

Leppard: I love you too, Flashy. I love you too.

The former Black Plague Messiah stands up straight, looking down at the men around him. He turns his attention to Hush, who's still stomping away at his best friend and makes his way over to stop him. Hush notices Omen coming though and fires back an elbow that connects with Omen's jaw, reeling him back a bit. Hush gives up on Lawson, leaving the former owner to rot as he goes after Omen with a stiff knee to the gut. Billy makes sure he hoists Omen up enough and then tries to push him over the top rope, but of course... Omen holds on. As he does, Helton, Rupp and Daniels all pull themselves to their feet and eye the downed Shane Lawson. They all want a piece of him, and it looks like they'll have to go through each other to get it. Rupp fires a shot at Daniels, but Daniels ducks and delivers a knee to his gut. Before he can capitalize, Helton drops Daniels with a backbreaker and shoves Rupp through the ropes, grabbing Lawson and bringing him to his feet, trying to shove him over. As he does though, Lawson grabs Helton's head and drops him with The Reality Check, straight in the middle of the mat. The fans explode with cheers as Lawson tries to regain his focus. Odin and Southgate begin getting to their feet at the same time, but Odin gets there first and delivers a solid shot to Andrew's face, reeling him back. Southgate returns the favor, and Odin does again, as both men start to fire off shot after shot, trying anything to knock the other down. Odin gains the upper hand and shifts around Southgate to look for a German suplex, but as he does, Andrew fires his foot back and connects with a low blow that drops Odin to his knees, writhing in pain as the buzzer counts down.

Leppard: Low blow! Low blow! Low blow! I think I might have just become a fan of Andrew Southgate. And now... I feel dirty. WHY THE HELL DID I SAY THAT?!

Flash: Because you weren't thinking. But that was a harsh move on Southgate's part. These men are doing anything and everything that they can do to win this match.

Leppard: As well they should. But I swear to God... if I have to see another Shane Lawson Reality Check... I'm going to rip my fucking hair out and feed it to you.

Flash: Then I guess it's a good thing your mom cut your hair recently, eh?

’The Beast’ hits and David Hohler runs down to the ring with a head full of steam, on his way there though he sees Aaron Rupp out on the floor and throws him headfirst into the steel steps. He looks at the slumped body for a second and then slides into the ring, running across it and taking Southgate right down to the mat with the Stampede; the crowds electrified and Hush leaves his attempts to throw Omen to cut Hohler off; only to suffer a Stampede of his own. Hush is nearly cut in half by the move and Lawson sees his opportunity to run at the beast and take him from behind with a Reality Check; he gets thrown off into the ropes and planted with a High-Impact Spinebuster for his troubles to rauchos crowd as they continue to cheer. Hohler pops back up immediately and takes Helton down to the mat with a stiff Lariat as he comes running at the Beast; Daniels takes a different approach and comes flying at him with a Missile Dropkick, he gets Stampeded out of the air. Hohler drags him back up and spins him around, planting him in the center of the mat with a shockingly powerful Beast Bomb; his assault’s ended though as a recovered Odin Knight blasts him from behind. He spins him around and kicks him in the gut but it doesn’t seem to have any effect on Hohler who runs at him and decks him with a Clothesline, drags him up whips him across the ring hard into the corner and catches him as he comes out, giving him a High-Impact Spinebuster into the corner, catching him as he comes out and planting him with another Beast Bomb. Hohler is shaking with intensity as he moves to the center of the ring, screaming and looking over the mayhem he’s caused when a possum-playing Omen bursts off the ropes and puts Hohler up on his shoulders. The fans go insane as they think they’re about to see the Beast stopped by the M.O. but despite the fact that Omen somehow got him on his shoulders, he doesn’t stay there long; Hohler struggles and Omen’s abused body gives out leaving Hohler to drop to his feet grab onto the former Black Plague Messiah and plant him in the center of the ring with the Mark of the Beast to an eruption from the crowd.

Flash: Okay... now I get why he was smiling...

Leppard: Eight men Flashy, eight professional wrestlers laid to waste in a matter of seconds by that fucking Beast.

Flash:Some of wrestlings biggest names were just mand-handled by Hohler and you know he’s got to be pleased right now.

Leppard: Fuck, I know I am; now eliminate them fucker, eliminate them all!

Hohler takes his pick of the litter and he makes it Nothing Special himself, Travis Daniels; the man he possibly inflicted the most damage on in his assault. He drags him up to his barely conscious feet and hoists him high over his head in a Military Press, simply walking with him under his power towards the ropes; he gets ready to throw him over when the man he forgot about, Aaron Rupp slides in the ring right behind him, pops up and cracks him in the back of the skull with Following in the Footsteps. Hohler goes limp leaning forward and drops Daniels but Rupp isn’t concerned with Nothing Special as he greedily surges forward, dumping unconscious The Beast over the top rope and down to the floor to the tune of his first elimination of the match.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, David Hohler has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Flash: Hohler may be beast but a blow to the back of the skull will put down any man no matter his size.

Leppard: Yeah it sure sucks to get eliminated by Ruppy but it could be worse, Flashy. I mean what he could be your brother right? That would SUCK like a british nanny. Or the fact that FENIX WAS ROBBED! Aha, thought I forgot huh? No way Jack... er Andrew!

With the most dominant in the force in the match down everyone begins to work their way up to their feet but Rupp has his sights set on one man and he stomps away on Omen in the center of the ring as Lawson and Hush renew their personal brawl, Odin takes Helton to task in the corner and Daniels is fending Southgate off with kicks from the ropes. He bounces off them and nails him with a Dropkick, sending him into the corner where he runs in and hits a High knee to the face, jumping out and taking Hush out with a Crossbody as he stomps Lawson into the mat now. Omen pushes himself up and throws Rupp with a Firemans carry giving him the chance he needs to pull himself up with the ropes finds himself the victim of harsh chops against the rope from Ruppy the second he gets vertical. Not only is Helton vertical in a corner across the ring, he’s trying to throw Odin over the top rope and finding it much harder than he expected; he nails him with a European Uppercut but Odin responds with a kick to the gut and explodes from the corner with an STO. The second his head comes down Lawson share his Altered Perception but takes a running Kick to the back from Southgate who pulls Lawson up to his feet and hooks him for an Inverted DDT until Daniels interrupts with a Enziguri. Southgate ducks and leaves Shane as the target, sending him leaning against the ropes dazed and confused while Southgate plants Daniels with a Conquest to the crowds boos and the counter ticks down.

Flash: With that dominant factor removed from the match these men are realizing just how difficult wrestling in this packed ring is. You can’t move without bumping into someone else and if you do, you better hit them first.

Leppard: Or hardest, hardest works too. From my personal experience at least.

Flash: I had no idea being the personal bitch of two of this company’s past Champions qualified you to give wrestling advice.

Leppard: And I had no idea sucking Omen and Lawson’s cock for years qualified you to work here. Why haven’t you been fired yet? I swear once God’s done finally killing HVW you’re the next mistake he’s fixing. MARK MY WORDS!

'Whoa' hits the speakers and Jeffrey Alexander Starxxxx comes bolting down the ramp way, to the delight of the crowd. He slides in the ring and goes straight for Southgate, who's the closest man to him. As he runs at him though, Andrew turns and drives his boot into Starxxxx' gut, connecting with a rising knee thereafter that sends him reeling back against the ropes, right next to Shane Lawson. Southgate runs, looking to eliminated both men, but Lawson ducks the clothesline... whether as Starxxxx doesn't and tumbles to the floor. Lawson comes back at Southgate with a boot to the gut and a DDT.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Jeffrey Starxxxx has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Leppard: Haha! He got eliminated faster than Nigger Phil got owned by Krystian Kavella! Serves the bastards right... speaking like they don't know English.

Flash: I'm not even going to touch that one, Jordan. You're so racist... that I don't even want to be near you. You know that's a problem, right?

Rupp continues his assault on Omen, following the chops up with a vicious knee to the gut, that drops Omen to his knees on the mat. Rupp smirks and locks on a choke that keeps Omen grounded. Both Hush and Daniels start to get to their feet at the same time and the fans continue to go insane, loving the match that they're seeing already. Hush comes to a little earlier and fires off a right hand to Daniels, who responds in kind with a right hand of his own. The fans cheer as both men continue to fire off shots, making sure to stun each other with each one. After a few moments though, Knyght stops his assault on Helton and runs at them, taking Hush and Daniels right back to the mat with a double clothesline. He smirks and brushes his hands off, looking to turn his attention right back to Helton, but as he turns, Christian nearly tears Odin in half with a spear and stays right on top of him, driving fist after fist into Knyght's face. The fans cheer as Odin tries to block the shots, but Helton is relentless, not letting up even for a second. He finishes his blows and smirks, as he shakes his head at the downed Odin Knyght.

Flash: Well... it looks like Christian Helton is on top of the world right now. Which is a good thing for him too, given his actions a few weeks ago when he walked out on Kross.

Leppard: Kross deserved it. The Paragons are annoying and stupid. I really hope that someone just runs all three of them over with a giant truck.

Flash: Something tells me there are no Paragons anymore. Especially since Helton eliminated Kross here tonight. So you may very well get your wish... in a manner of speaking.

Leppard: You're damn right I will! Know why?! Because Jordan Leppard is always right! That's right, Flashy... always right! ALWAYS~!

Helton's hesitation however... proves to be a problem as Knyght fires up with a right hand of his own, that knocks the Paragon over, and reverses the roll in Odin's favor. He grabs onto Helton's head and brings it up, locking him in a seated front face lock that causes Christian to cry out in pain. The fans boo as Odin smirks and torques back, making sure to drain every last bit of energy from Helton. Meanwhile, Shane Lawson gets to his feet and brings Southgate with him, trying to shove him over the top rope, but Andrew holds on. He holds on tightly in fact, as Lawson uses all of his might to shove him over. It's no use though, but Lawson doesn't stop trying. as he does, Hush gets to his feet and runs at Lawson, knocking him over the top rope with a forearm to the back of the head. Lawson hits the apron hard, but rolls back in and Southgate thinks he's safe. But Hush reaches down and dumps Andrew right over the top rope and to the floor, causing the fans to cheer loudly as he does.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Andrew Southgate has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Leppard: What?! No! He was supposed to make something of himself, Flashy! This was his match to do that! Why do people waste such an amazing opportunity?! WHY?!

Flash: Because they don't promo until the last two days, and even then they put up shit just to not no-show. It's a terrible world we live in, but it's the truth.

Hush smirks, obviously proud of his elimination as he leans against the ropes for a moment, catching his breath. As he does though, Lawson reaches up and takes him down from behind with a school boy, transitioning quickly into punches that he hopes will keep Hush down for the count. The fans cheer at the interaction, but Hush turns it in his favor and shoves his forearm against Lawson's face, making sure to cause as much damage as he can. Meanwhile, in the corner of the ring, Rupp is still choking Omen, but Mike manages to lull himself to his feet and grabs Rupp from behind, planting him with a snapmare, that causes Rupp to arch his back. Omen however, falls to the side, exhausted as Travis Daniels gets to his feet, the only man standing, as the the counter ticks down.

Leppard: Travis Daniels is the last man standing? This is kind of pathetic. I guess that whole nothing but heart thing is working work him... kinda.

Flash: Clearly it's working for him. He's done an incredible job here tonight. Travis Daniels should be proud of himself, even if he doesn't walk out the winner of this match.

Leppard: Travis Daniels... the winner?! Ha! That's clearly never going to happen. I think you should give up on that pipe dream.

Flash: Stranger things have happened, Jordan. Besides, Daniels has really come into his own lately. It's a good thing that he's finally found what makes him tick.

The buzzer sounds and 'Welcome Home' hits the speakers. From behind the curtains comes VWA newcomer Alex Ortega, who the fans already show their hatred for. Ortega runs down the ramp way and Daniels is in wait as he slides in the ring and takes Nothing Special to the mat with a double leg take down. The fans are going crazy as Daniels and Ortega continues to battle, until Alex gets the upper hand and shoves Daniels head into the mat a few times. He grins wickedly as he keeps doing it over and over again, making sure to keep the former Bloodsport Champion grounded. Daniels clutches the back of his head and Ortega gets to his feet, looking for his next victim. He spots Shane Lawson who's now got Hush on the mat and is returning the stomps from earlier, driving his foot over and over again into Hush's gut. He shakes his head and turns, and comes face to feet with a dropkick courtesy of the newcomer, that knocks Lawson back against the turnbuckle. Ortega follows up and leaps, landing on the second rope as he starts to barrade Lawson with punch after punch, keeping the former owner in his control. After a few shots, Lawson dumps Ortega over the top rope, but Alex lands on the apron and grabs Shane's head, dropping his neck on the top rope. Lawson flies up and back as Ortega climbs back in and continues where Lawson left off on Hush. Meanwhile, Odin keeps applying his pressure to Helton's neck, eventually letting him fall back and hit the mat. Knyght brings Helton to his feet and drags him over to the ropes, looking to dump him over. Helton fights back though, despite his lack of energy, and manages to fall through the middle ropes and to the floor. Odin looks down at him and shakes his head, turning around and coming face to face with Mike Omen, who drills him with a belly to belly suplex that lands him on top of Rupp who's trying to get up, taking him right back to the mat just as the snapmare did earlier.

Flash: Impressive start for Alex Ortega, that's for sure. But the only man who's up now is Mike Omen, who's clearly going to want a piece of Ortega.

Leppard: Of course he will. Because then he gets to take care of his little baby Shane. These two make me sick. I hope Ortega eats them alive! NEW GUY FOR THE WIN~!

Flash: I'm surprised you haven't--

Leppard: Talked about how Oretga is going to avenge Fenix?! YEAH?! WELL HE IS! Got a problem with it Flashy? No?! Didn't fucking think so.

Ortega kicks Hush to the floor and turns around to come face to face with Mike Omen. Omen wraps his arms around Ortega, looking for another belly to belly, but Alex has other plans as he drills Omen with a headbutt that rattles the former World Heavyweight Champion. Omen stumbles back and Ortega leaps at him, connecting with a hard right hand from mid air that tumbles Omen through the ropes and to the floor, not eliminating him. Ortega turns around, only to come gut to foot with the man he was stomping in Billy Hush. Hush lifts him and plants him with a suplex that keeps Ortega down, but just for good measure, Hush drills a few shots to his face. Hush goes to turn his attention back to the man he'd been fighting in Shane Lawson, but as he does, Lawson leaps with a dropkick that sends Hush reeling against the ropes. Lawson follows up by lifting Hush up, but The Silencer tries to fight it with all his might, making sure to stay in. Daniels is now on his feet, and as are Odin and Rupp, who all look pretty annoyed. Helton slides in the ring to make it a foursome and they all pair off. Rupp on Helton and Odin on Daniels. Daniels gains the upper hand and knocks Odin against the ropes, making sure to try and eliminate him as he does. Knyght responds with an elbow to the back of Daniels' head though, and drops him with a gutbuster that keeps him on the mat. Helton's got the upper hand on Rupp and continues to show that by driving his knees over and over again into Rupp's gut, keeping him in the corner turnbuckle as the counter starts to near the bottom.

Leppard: There are too many people in the ring, Flashy. Someone kill them... or eat them... or something! Make the chaos stop! Make it stop!

Flash: I don't think it's going to stop any time soon, Leppard... given that we're only half way through the entrants. Don't worry though, I'm sure some of your favorites will come out.

Leppard: You're damn right they will! Maybe Fenix will come back out! You know... after he was robbed BLIND! ROBBED I SAY! ROBBED~!

Flash: We get it... you think Fenix was robbed. Can you just shut your mouth now and call the fucking match?! Christ!

’Breaking the Habit’ begins to blare and Hector Venegas runs down to the ring and slides inside; he’s greeted by Odin Knight who he throws across the ring and out of his way with a Hurricanrana. Helton turns away from Rupp to make himself known but just gets Dropkicked back into Rupp and then Monkeyflipped off him out of the corner and crashing to the mat. Rupp tries to take Venegas from behind with an infamous German Suplex but Venegas elbows his way out of it and kicks off the ropes, swinging back and spiking Hector’s head into the mat with a Tornado DDT. As Venegas pops up full of energy Daniels pulls himself to a crouch and explodes to take Hector into the corner but finds himself suffering a Drop Toehold into the middle turnbuckle. With Daniels down Hector leaps up and drops a Double Stomp on the back of Nothing Special’s head, leaping off his back with a Flying Clothesline that takes down Mike Omen just as he climbs back into the ring. Of course that’s the one thing that tears Shane from his bid to eliminate Hush and he kicks away at Venegas, whipping him across the ring and hard into the ropes only to get spun around and blasted with Hush Money that puts him down for the count. Venegas tries to push his way out of the corner but Odin comes calling for payback with a Running Clothesline, bounding off him and throwing Travis Daniels across the ring with a Gutwrench Suplex but getting out of the way as Christian Helton destroys Venegas in the corner with another Yakuza Kick. Venegas slumps out of the corner limp and Helton starts throwing him over the top rope; one half of the VWA Tag Team Champions makes the best of holding off the elimination as the clock ticks down.

Flash: Venegas has made a great impact in the VWA in his short time here and he’s made an incredible impact in what may be his short time in this rumble. If Helton has his way.

Leppard: Well, he dealt out some damage and then he got fucked up. That’s life and now his is over.

Flash: Well his time in this rumble may be, that much is for sure; Helton may not be too fresh but Venegas took to brutal shots in succession and I could see him going.

Leppard: Know who I couldn’t see going, Fenix. Not legally anyways because he was ROBBED! Robbed like Dinner!

Venegas does his best and elbows Helton off of him, kicking him back away and following him across the ring with the assault; he whips him into the corner and nails him with a Running Knee to the jaw. He climbs up the ropes and kicks Helton back, leaping off with an Assassination that even catches Odin Knight in the crossfire; as Venegas pops up Rupp takes him from behind with a Dragon Suplex and floats over off of it up to his feet. He gets a Dropkick from Daniels that sends him in the corner and Daniels goes to work on throwing him out while Hush keeps stomping away on Lawson; Omen pulls up to his feet and sees his best friend taking the abuse and lunges to stop him only for a possum-playing Alex Ortega to burst up and grab Omen from behind, throwing him over the top rope. Omen hangs onto the ropes, his legs dangling over about to touch but he pulls himself back in to the cheers of the fans. Ortega turns around pissed off that his planned elimination didn’t go as well as he expected and as Omen rolls into the ring Alex nails him with a Baseball Slide that sends him crashing down hard to the floor. Omen rolls around in pain at ringside as Alex smirks at his newfound success, dodging the swinging Clothesline of Lawson, kicking him in the gut and throwing him into Hush who plants him with a brutal DDT.

Flash: The rivalry of Hush and Lawson has picked up right where it left off and these two have been tearing each other apart.

Leppard: And they should be, if I can’t have Fenix I at least deserve that damnit!

Flash: Well we’re all getting it and a hell of a lot more like Ortega picking his spots like a veteran in a very impressive move.

Leppard: I just wish it’d worked...THOSE TWO ARE STILL IN THERE AND FENIX REMAINS OUT! ROBBBED!

‘Suicide and Redemption’ hits and Jason Taylor runs down into the ring; he pops up and tears Helton’s head off with a 360 Spinning Wheel Kick. Helton goes back down after just getting up to his feet and Venegas climbs up in turn; he looks at his fellow VWA Tag Team Champion and smiles as Odin Knight pulls himself up to his groggy feet only to leave them as the victim of a nasty High-Low. The Champs pop back up and run across the ring, taking down Rupp and Daniels with Double Dropkicks, only to have Venegas burst up, grab Lawson by the head, dragging him off of Hush as he swings with a Tornado DDT right down onto a pair of Double Knees from Jason Taylor. Just to show their lack of bias though, just as Billy Hush reaches his feet, the Champs tear him back down with a Leg Sweep Lariat combination and climb up to their feet just to gloat about the empty ring. As they do Mike Omen rolls his broken body inside the squared circle and starts crawling up to his feet with a tag Champion on either side of him, not knowing what he’s making his way up into.He takes a kick to the stomach from each man and Venegas grabs onto him, lifting him up as Taylor ascends to the nearest top rope; Omen’s fed up and punches Taylor in the face desperately over and over again but it’s no use and he suffers the second rope Powerbomb Neckbreaker, crashing down to the canvas.

Flash: And that right there is why they’re the VWA Tag Team Champions.

Leppard: And why they’re fucking awesome! Personally I love these guys, they’re the best tag team to come along since the Misfits.

Flash: A crude honor in and of itself depending on which incarnation you’re talking about but regardless they just cleared the ring in a matter of seconds. Well, except Ortega but I think he hit the deck himself.

Leppard: Smart, smart man. Fenix worthy almost. That’s what Fenix would say if he was here. He isn’t though because he was fucking ROBBED!

With everyone down and out, the Champs make a decision that instead of turning on each other, they’re going to empty out the ring and make some eliminations. They reach down and pull up Daniels, one on each arm and drape him over the top as the others begin to work their way up to their feet. The Champs throw Daniels over the top like a sack of cement but he manages to roll back inside; they don’t seem concerned with the success of their attempt instead pulling up Billy Hush and throwing him in the corner. They stomp him down as a unit and grab onto the back of his head, running with him across the ring and sending him over the top as well; Hush grabs onto the ropes but his legs give out beneath him and they dangle over the floor before he pulls himself to a crouch on the apron. Ortega sees it as a prime opportunity and runs at Hush with a Front Dropkick to the face, sending his one leg dropping out to the floor to touch but his other still on the apron. Ortega kicks away at him trying his best to eliminate him from the match but he’s interrupted as Shane Lawson hooks and plants him with a Half Nelson Slam. Lawson stomps away on Ortega before he stumbles across the ring to help Omen try and eliminate Odin Knight while Christian Helton welcomes Hush back into the ring by stomping him out. Aaron Rupp and Travis Daniels set off on opposite sides of the ring, Rupp whipping Omen into a corner after Odin shoves him off and Daniels fending off the VWA Tag Team Champions as he looks for a little bit of revenge for the attempted elimination.

Flash: The Champs so confident that they’re throwing away eliminations... but I don’t think they care, I think they just like to dominate.

Leppard: Because they’re winners Flashy, winners!

Flash: They may be and they may be Champions but they dont have the heart to survive like half the men in there now. Some who have been in there too damn long to still be around. Yet are.

Leppard: Fuck them. They’re going to lose. They aren’t Fenix. They suck. They need to die! D-I-E! Don't even add the E if it makes them lose lives quicker!

The buzzer sounds and 'Tozawa-Juku Fight Song' hits the speakers. The fans cheers a little as Takuya Tozawa comes out from behind the curtains, running down the ramp way. Lawson brings Ortega to his feet, driving his knee into Alex's gut so he can try and throw him over the top rope. Shane lifts him up, grunting from the lift, as he tries to dump Ortega over the top rope. Ortega however, holds onto the top rope and knees Lawson in the side of the face, knocking him back. Volt slides in the ring as he does and leaps, cracking Lawson in the back of the head with a forearm as he does. Ortega swings at Volt thereafter, but Volt ducks under the shot and leaps, connecting with a roundhouse kick to Ortega's head, knocking him back into the corner turnbuckle. Tozawa moves in on him, leaping to the second ropes and connecting with shot after shot as he does. Meanwhile, Helton continues to stomp on Hush, making sure to keep The Silencer grounded. The fans are going insane for the action in the ring as Helton holds onto the ropes and leaps, dropping both of his knees on Hush's chest. Billy screams out in pain as Helton starts to punch him over and over again. Travis Daniels is trying to fend off The VWA Tag Team Champions, but the two-on-one advantage is too much. They whip him against the ropes and as he comes back, they nearly take his head off with a double clothesline. Daniels' head hit the mat and Venegas and Taylor high five, smirking. Odin Knyght comes from behind The Tag Champs and forearms them both to the ground, after recovering from Lawson's attack earlier. Omen starts to get steady as Rupp runs at him, but Omen boots up, knocking Rupp back. Mike runs out and tears Rupp in half with a vicious spear.

Flash: This match is getting insane, and the addition of Tozawa is only adding to the chaos. Something tells me we're going to have an all out war here soon.

Leppard: Pffft! That retarded Jap isn't going to create anything but a headache for me. He's useless... kinda like half the people in this fucking match already.

Flash: The men in this match as talented, Leppard. You can't deny that. But... even though you can't, you're going to anyway... so I have no idea why I'm even bothering with you.

Leppard: Because... you love me, Flashy. Don't deny it anymore. You know I'm the coolest motherfucker on the planet, and you damn well know it.

Lawson starts to come to, but as he does, Christian Helton turns his attention away from Hush and runs at him, keeping him on the ground with a double axe handle. Lawson drops to the mat and Helton starts to tear away at him, making sure to keep him down to wind him. Volt continues to hammer on Ortega, swinging punch after punch as he does. He stops for a moment as he does, smirking out to the crowd, but he pays for it as Ortega reaches his arms under Volt's legs and dumps him over the top rope, tumbling him to the floor.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Takuya Tozawa has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Leppard: Haha! Look at that faggot. He got his ass kicked... totally. Eliminated barely five minutes into being in the match. He deserves a metal or something...

Flash: That's definitely unfortunate for Volt... that's for sure. He probably could have done some damage if he didn't make that mistake.

Ortega grins wickedly as he turns around, only to get pummeled by Odin Knyght, taking him into the corner. Odin pulls him out and connects with a vicious belly to belly suplex that nearly shakes the ring. Omen rolls Rupp over and grabs him from behind, lifting and pulling back with a German suplex that crumbles Rupp right back to the mat. Omen rolls over and stays on his hands and knees, trying to regain his focus. Hush, Daniels, Venegas and Taylor all start to get to their feet at the same time, looking at each other, as the counter starts to count down, and the fans go insane for the next entrant.

Leppard: Bah! There's too much suck in the ring right now. We need to like... get someone cool down here. Someone's who's awesome. Someone... who--

Flash: Shut up. We get it. You fucking hate everyone. Just shut your mouth and do your fucking job.

Leppard: Someone's testy. Maybe you should go take a nap and wake up when the Rumble is over. Maybe you won't be yelling at me so much.

Flash: I want to rip your heart from your throat.

’Evil in the Brain’ hits and the fans boo as Dante Leonhart runs down the ramp and into the ring, the second he gets inside the VWA Tag Team Champions catch attention of him. They nail him with a double kick to the stomach, grab onto him and run with him, throwing him over the top; they turn their back as once more another of their victims stays intact on the top rope until Taylor explodes with his 360 Spinning Wheel kick and knocks Dante off the top where he crashes down to the floor.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Dante Leonhart has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Leppard: Out with the old, again, and ummm lets move on with our lives shall we?

Flash: Sounds good to me.

Hush and Daniels are brawling away in the corner, each man trying to get the better to throw the other over the top and finding it much harder than they expected. Helton pushes himself up off of Shane and blasts them from behind with a Double Clothesline and whips Daniels across the ring, he gets intercepted by Omen who grabs him by the back of the head and goes to throw him over the top with the momentum against him only to have Daniels leap up and Hurricanrana him over the top with him. Both men land on the apron and grab onto the ropes with one hand, punching each other with the other hand until they both break off and roll back into the ring. Odin Knyght stomps away on Lawson now as he tries to get up to his feet, shoving him back in the corner laying down and putting the boots to him; Rupp smashes him from behind and he turns around to trade shots with him leaving the door open for Ortega to nail Lawson with a Dropkick to the face and start choking him in the corner.

Flash: Leonhart may have no lasted long but a lot of the boys in the ring right now have and they’ve had a lot of close calls.

Leppard: If only Omen had dropped there...or Daniels...or both, it was a win/win situation. Where was Taylor on that one? Why has he forsaken me?

Flash: Clearly the tag champs are scowering the ring for their next conquest, I wonder who they’ll choose.

Leppard: I wonder who they’ll eliminate because when those guys get a hold of you, you’re fucked. Just ask that unemployed moron that lasted five seconds.

Ortega reaches down and pulls Lawson up, getting a European Uppercut in retaliation from the former VWA owner, Ortega stumbles back and into the ropes where Lawson Clotheslines Ortega over the top. Alex lands on the apron and rolls back in, staying on the ground as Shane fends off Rupp from his corner and Odin deals out kicks to the tag champs separately, picking up Venegas and throwing him into Taylor to take away the advantage from the two. Hush has turned the tables on Helton and is trying to throw him over the top rope, pounding on his back to make him weaken his hold on the ropes that’s the only thing left saving him. Omen and Daniels have both slowly made their way up to their feet and Daniels stomps away on Ortega as Omen blasts Rupp from behind; Omen and Lawson grab onto Rupp and Shane climbs the corner as Omen loads him up to him. Odin runs it to attack Omen as Lawson’s setting Rupp up but Omen nails him with a kick to the gut and whips him across the ring where he collides with Hush and Helton, sending Helton over the top to the apron and climbing back in through the ropes. With Odin away though, Lawson sees the small opening they have and comes off the top with Rupp, leaving Omen at the bottom to catch him on his way down and drill him with the Method Of Sacrifice. The fans go insane as Rupp gets spiked into the mat and lays completely lifeless by the corner; the Misfits lean down to pull him up but get blindsided by Taylor and Venegas. They nail a Double Flapjack on Lawson and shove Omen into the corner, Venegas hits a Splash and Taylor runs at him, planting him with the Satelite DDT as he sleepwalks out. Just as Omen gets his skull spiked into the mat Lawson pulls himself up to his stunned feet and gets driven right back down by Venegas and Breaking the Chains. The VWA Tag Team Champions smirk as they get up to their feet, soaking up the hatred of the crowd.

Flash: Well, Rupp’s dead.

Leppard: Fuck Rupp, Omen and Lawson are dead. I love me some Venegas and Taylor!

Flash: They really know how to do some damage and they’re making a hell of an impact in this Rumble.

Leppard: That’s because they’re AWESOME, Flashy. The sum of all awe and then some! Mark my words!

Taylor and Venegas look around at the carnage that fills the ring, then at each other for a moment and Jason points to Helton who is leaning against the ropes. Jason and Hector close in on Christian, Jason pulls Helton away from the ropes and puts him in a front facelock, Jason lifts an arm of Helton up exposing the ribs for a stiff kick from Venegas. Jason runs across the ring as Helton falls to one knee, Taylor rebounds off the ropes and then drives his knee into the side of the head of Helton! Helton's head snaps to the side from the vicious impact, falling to the mat and Jason tells Hector to pick him up and Hector follows the instructions of Taylor. Venegas whips Helton into a corner and Taylor charges in first, driving a shoulder into the midsection of Helton! Jason stays kneeled down in front of Helton, Hector running over and using the back of his tag partner as a platform to drive both of his feet into the face of Helton! The counter begins to wind down once more, the crowd counting down with it, as the time reaches zero the crowd explodes into boos as 'You Eclipsed by Me' plays through the arena. Steven Sands charges down to the ring, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope and Sands goes right for Venegas, taking him right off his feet with a double leg takedown! Sands lays into Venegas with a few shots, then Taylor pulls him off, but Sands hits him with a hard back elbow. Taylor reels back and Sands follows up with a kick to the right leg, then one to the left, a quick kick to the chest and then a spinning back kick to finish off the Sandstorm! Taylor falls to the mat, dazed from the fury of kicks and Sands looks around the ring, there's movement from Odin Knyght and that sends Sands marching in that direction. Sands pulls Knyght up to his feet and tries to push him over the top rope, but Odin holds onto the rope for dear life, refusing to be eliminated. Odn takes a hand off the rope momentarily, long enough to hit an elbow to the jaw of Sands.

Flash: Odin Knyght just saved himself there.

Leppard: Why is he still in this!? Why are Lawson and Omen still here!? I don't like where this is going Flashy, awesome people are going out left and right, but the lame ones are sticking around for way too long.

Flash: Are you going to stop complaining... ever?

Leppard: Probably not.

Sands reels back, Odin then charges at him with his head lowered, looking for a spear but Sands leapfrogs over Odin! Odin stops short of going through the ropes, Sands running up behind Knyght and throwing him over the top rope! The fans hold their breath as Odin soars over the top rope, but Odin manages to land on the apron, saving himself! Sands hits an elbow to the jaw of Odin, who retaliates with a kick to the midsection of Sands through the ropes. Odin then grabs Sands and looks to suplex the Golden Reality over he top rope, but Sands blocks it, driving a fist into the ribcage of Odin. Sands breaks free and hits a stiff right hand to the face of Odin that causes him to lose his footing, but he holds onto the rope! Sands turns before he sees that Odin is hanging onto the ropes, pulling himself back up onto the apron and rolling into the ring. Sands grabs Hector and drives him into the mat headfirst with a vicious DDT! Hector lays on the canvas, Sands tries to pull him back up, no doubt looking to eliminate Venegas, but Taylor runs at Sands and hits him with a clubbing blow to the back of the head! Hector falls back to the ground as Taylor now begins to circle Sands, who is quickly getting back up, and is hit with a hard forearm to the jaw as he does. Hector is helped to his feet by Taylor, who then turns his attention to Sands and pulls him up. Taylor pushes Sands back against the ropes, trying to get him over the ropes, but Sands fights back with a low blow to Taylor! Taylor staggers back, falling to his knees and Venegas charges at Sands, who crouches down and then launches Venegas over the top rope, the elevation is high enough to take the ropes out of Venegas' reach and he crashes down to the arena floor!

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Hector Venegas has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Flash: There goes one half of the Tag Team Champions!

Leppard: Yeah, but it was by Steven Sands, so that makes it cool.

Flash: Not if you're Jason Taylor, because now he's gotta try and do this thing on his own.

Leppard: Pffft. Jason Taylor doesn't need help, you know who needs help? Lawson and Omen, someone needs to help those two over the top rope right now.

Sands backs away from the ropes, little does he see just who is showing a bit of life across the ring. Billy Hush is slowly pushing himself up to his feet, but his clear path at Sands is blocked by Alex Ortega, who blindsides the High Voltage Champion! Ortega stops for a moment, long enough to catch his breath a little more before pushing Sands back into a corner, then driving a stiff right hand into the jaw of Sands! Sands is rocked by the blow, Hush making his way over and he grabs Ortega, throwing him over the top rope carelessly! Ortega lands on the apron, but Hush doesn't seem to care about that, he now starts laying into Sands with right hands, the crowd going crazy. Ortega gets back into the ring now, grabbing Hush and spiking him into canvas with a reverse DDT! Ortega takes a moment to get back to his feet, long enough for Sands to step out of the corner and catch Ortega with a hard right hand! Ortega staggers back, but then hits Stands with a right hand of his own. Ortega pulls Sands out of the corner, picking him up and then dropping him back first onto the canvas! Ortega pushes himself back up to his feet, but he's quickly dropped onto the back of his neck by a german suplex from Hush! Hush gets back to his feet, hitting a clubbing blow to the back of Sands as he tries to get to his feet. Hush pulls Sands up to his feet, then picking Sands up onto his shoulders. Fans explode with cheers as it looks as if Sands is about to be Silenced. Hush's chance at some payback is ruined, as Daniels hits a chopblock to the back of Hush's leg! Hush falls down, Sands landing on the mat and getting some distance between him and Hush. Daniels pulls Hush up, leading Hush towards the ropes and then trying to get Hush over the top. Hush shoves Daniels away, swinging a right hand but Daniels ducks under it and hooks an arm of Hush, then the other and then pulling him down to the canvas with a spinning unprettier! The counter counts down.

Leppard: Someone go after Lawson and Omen! They're just fucking laying there!

Flash: Hush may be in trouble here, if Daniels can take advantage.

Leppard: But he won't, only two people that know how to take advantage of situations are Taylor and Sands.

Flash: You could always trying have faith in ot-- Who am I kidding, you're not happy unless you're bitching about something.

The buzzer sounds and 'King Nothing' hits the speakers. Daniels turns his attention to the stage as Blood Reign is standing there with a sickening grin on his face. Travis calls for him to come down, but as Blood Reign bolts down the ramp, Helton attacks Daniels from behind, knocking him to the mat as he does. Helton smirks and gets to his feet, and just as he does, Blood Reign slides in the ring and takes his head off with a vicious big boot that spins him all the way to the mat. The fans boo as Blood Reign reaches down and grabs Helton by the throat, picking him up and holding him for Paradise Lost, before tossing him over the ropes with it and down to the floor. The fans gasp at Blood Reign's power, as Tamzin does her thing.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Christian Helton has been... ELIMIANTED!!!

Leppard: Oh... my... God! Blood Reign... just became my hero. He's my hero. It's official. If he wasn't my hero before... he is now. My hero... if I didn't mention it.

Flash: Oh... you mentioned it. You mentioned it a few too many times, in fact. But... I can't deny... that was impressive.

Blood Reign roars as he smirks and turns to boot a rising Travis Daniels in the gut. He whips Daniels into the corner turnbuckle and runs at him, driving all of his weight into Travis' body. Nothing Special stumbles out and falls face first to the mat, clutching his chest in pain as he does. Blood Reign grins as he turns around, but as he does, a man who'd been resting for quite some time in Odin Knyght explodes with a massive belly to belly suplex that drives Blood Reign into the mat and stops his momentum. Odin gets to his feet, nodding to himself as he does, but as he gets vertical, The Golden Reality finds his moment to strike. He lunges at Odin and takes him to the mat with a crossbody, that he quickly springs back to his feet from. Odin stumbles up as well and as he turns around, Sands rakes Odin's eyes. The fans boo and he boots him in the nuts with a low blow, before connecting with The Golden Reality Check! The fans go crazy with boos as Sands sits up and grins wickedly. Sands gets to his feet and looks over to see Hush, Taylor and Ortega all trying to get to their feet, so naturally, he goes for Hush and tries to get him up over the top rope. Taylor and Ortega come face to face and begin to exchange blows one after the other, as Lawson and Omen both grab the top rope and start to pull themselves up.

Flash: The amount of carnage in this match is starting to make me weak at the knees, Jordan. These men are giving it their all, and somehow... Lawson and Omen are still in this.

Leppard: Don't remind me... please. It makes me want to vomit... all over you. Let's just pretend that isn't happening, shall we? Alright. Done.

Flash: You can't just ignore that two men have been in this long, from the very beginning. It's admirable that they're still in this thing to win it, Leppard.

Leppard: Admirable... or annoying. I think someone should just rip their heads off. They'd be dead and they wouldn't win the rumble. It's like... win win.

Daniels stumbles to his feet, coughing as he's still feeling the effects of being crushed by The Pure Champion. He shakes his head to try and gain focus, but as he does... he sees Blood Reign starting to rise near the corner across from him. As he does, Daniels run at him, but Blood Reign turns around in time and clutches onto Daniels' throat, planting him with Paradise Lost! Reign falls back against the ropes as he does and smirks, obviously a tad winded. Blood Reign sees Lawson and Omen getting up, and quickly goes for Omen, trying to shove him over the top rope. Omen latches on, but he's fighting hard. Lawson finds his footing however and turns Blood Reign around, planting him with The Reality Check! The fans explode with cheers as Lawson makes sure Omen's alright. Meanwhile, Hush starts to drive his elbow into the side of Sands' face, making sure to get him off of him. It works, and Sands stumbles back, only to get leveled with a clothesline, courtesy of The Silencer. Hush shakes his head and looks over to see Rupp using the ropes to get to his feet, and as he gets vertical, Billy runs at him and takes him up and over the top rope and to the floor with a clothesline, smirking as he dusts off his hands.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Aaron Rupp has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Leppard: Haha... Rupp just got owned... after getting owned. His life... is just filled with him getting owned.

Flash: After that Method of Sacrifice... I don't blame him for being owned.

Hush turns to Lawson and brings him to his feet, only to start trying to eliminate him, but Omen returns the favor, hoisting Hush onto his shoulders from behind and moving towards the ropes. Lawson leaps up though, and takes Hush from Omen's shoulders with a neckbreaker, that causes the fans to cheer. Taylor eventually gets the upper hand on Ortega and forces him against the ropes, looking to eliminate him. As he starts to shove at him though, Ortega ducks and hoist him up and over, landing him on the apron. He goes to capitalize, but the now up Odin Knyght takes him back with a backbreaker on his knee, as the buzzer sounds.

Leppard: Wah! This is getting too crazy, Flashy! Do something about the craziness! I can't take it! I can't take it! I can't fucking take it~!

Flash: This Rumble is amazing. I can't even begin to explain how excited I am. The best part... the mystery man still isn't involved. So he's going to bring something crazy to the table.

Leppard: I hope it's someone awesome. Can it be someone awesome?! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I HOPE IT'S SOMEONE AWESOME~!

Flash: Calm the hell down...

’Burn’ hits and the fans go wild as Kaji Fireson runs down and slides into the ring; he pops up to his feet and runs at Omen taking him down with a Flying Forearm, he kips up and gives Shane an Inverted Atomic Drop, turning around to blasts Odin Knight with heavy right hands as he shoves him in the corner. He mounts him and starts to pound down until Odin gets out from under him and drops him down with the Snake Eyes, picking him up once more and crotching him on the top. Travis Daniels slowly pulls himself up and runs across the ring at Fireson, nailing him with a Running Dropkick that sends him falling off the corner and down towards the floor. Kaji reaches up and desperately grabs onto the ropes, pulling his body up as he hangs and one foot brushes on the floor. Odin stomps away on Daniels before he realizes that Kaji’s prime for elimination; by the time he fires off the shots though Kaji’s already on the apron and back up to the top, where he flies off with a Moonsault that takes Odin down to the mat. He pops up to his feet and as Hush reaches his he gets blasted square in the face with a Blazing Kick that sends him stumbling out through the middle ropes and crashing down to the floor. Kaji’s clearly feeling it and the crowd is as well until Ortega runs at him, looking to throw him over; Kaji reverses and sends Ortega over the top; he hangs on on the apron and Kaji goes to finish him until Taylor turns Kaji around, whips him off into the ropes and flattens him with a Leg Lariat as he rebounds. As Taylor sits up he eats a Basement Dropkick from Sands who mounts him immediately after and then starts pounding down into his face with right hands before he sees Hush down on the ground and deals out a series of Knee Drops to his head to soften him up for later tonight.

Flash: Jason Taylor put out the fire that Kaji came into this match with but as it always is in these matches, when you’re hitting someone, someone’s waiting to hit you. He just learned that from Sands.

Leppard: He doesn’t need to learn anything Flashy; he’s the Unbeaten Jason Taylor, he doesn’t even know how to lose! He’s my pick for this shindig hands down!

Flash: I’m sure the mystery man’s feelings are more than hurt after that blatant desertion.

Leppard: I reserve the right to wait until i see who it is before I choose my winner. Whenever the fuck he gets out here. Until he does Taylor is my man! WOO WOO WOO!

As Sands is kneeing away on Hush though, Blood Reign is pulling himself up to his feet and he doesn’t look too pleased; he lets Sands know it by tearing him in half with a Running Clothesline before he turns around and blasts Ortega with a Big Boot the second he climbs into the ring again. He looks around the ring for his next victim and gets the Running Forearm of Kaji Fireson in response, forcing him back into a corner where he and Kaji pick up their past with trading right hands, Blood Reign obviously getting the better. In the corner across the ring, Daniels pulls Odin up to his feet and grabs onto his head, climbing up to the middle rope and bringing Odin with him; he swings around in front of him and puts his foot on the rope looking to spin around with a Tornado DDT off the top but as he swings his body Odin grabs onto him from behind with a Half Nelson and throws Daniels off the top rope with a Half Nelson release Suplex that sends him flying over the ropes and crashing in a destroyed heap on the floor right out by the ramp.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Travis Daniels has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Flash: Well...Odin Knyght just ruined Travis Daniels chances of winning back his Bloodsport Title. I’ll be surprised if he even makes it to the match, now.

Leppard: Really because I’ll be surprised if he’s still alive. That was FUCKED. Odin has no soul!

With Odin still standing on the middle rope he finds himself slightly vulnerable and learns the error of his ways when Jason Taylor throws him down to the mat with a Hurricanrana. As Odin comes up to his dazed feet Taylor leaps at him and finishes him off with a Satelite DDT; across the ring Hush is rolling in the ring and Lawson is pushing himself up to go over and try and attack him while Omen crawls into another corner, pulling himself into a seated position where Ortega pulls himself up to stomp away at him in.

Flash: Odin eliminates Daniels but pays for it HUGE.

Leppard: From my BOI Taylor! BYOB- Bring Your Own Badass day at the MSG and the Unbeaten One himself just came through bigtime!

Flash: The ring is littered with abused bodies and whoevr comes out next though could get the chance to be one hell of a game changer.

Leppard: Or they could suck like most of these jackasses....and so unlike Fenix...A TEAR!

Taylor gets back to his feet just as the counter begins to wind down, the sold out arena once again waiting in anticipation of the next participant. As the clock reaches zero, 'Lay My Burden Down' begins to play through the arena. The crowd explodes with cheers, and Blood Reign pauses as he hears the song, Kaji connects right a right hand while Connor McCloud quickly makes his way down to the ring. Daray brings a knee up into the midsection of Kaji, then a brutal elbow right to the back of Fireson's skull. Reign then grabs Taylor from behind, driving him shoulder first into the ring post! Blood Reign turns around just as McCloud gets into the ring and Daray charges forward, McCloud ducks under the initial clothesline attempt and as Daray turns around, Connor connects with a dropkick to the chest! Blood Reign falls back into the ropes, McCloud gets to his feet and quickly tries to push Blood Reign over the top rope. Luckily, Daray's size difference keeps him in the match, and shoves McCloud away from him. McCloud hits the mat and rolls through, running at Daray again and this time hitting a dropkick to the knee! Connor manages to take the right leg of Daray out from under him, sending the Pure Champion down to one knee. McCloud runs across the ring into the ropes, rebounding back as Daray gets to his feet and Connor jumps up, hitting a flying forearm that takes Daray off his feet! Connor gets to his feet, looking around the ring for a moment before he jumps up into the air and drops a knee across Darai's midsection! As this is going on, Jason Taylor is getting out of the corner as Odin slowly tries to get to his feet. Jason charges at Odin, Taylor drives a shoulder into the back of Odin's leg. Knyght falls to one knee and Taylor hits a stiff kick to the back of Odin's head, sending Knyght face first to the canvas! Taylor pulls Odin up to his feet, but Knyght hits a right hand to the midsection of Taylor to try and stop whatever he has planned. Taylor is stopped for a second, but Odin's shot doesn't stun Taylor for long. Jason hits a kick to the midsection of Odin, doubling him over and then driving his elbow into the back of Odin's head. After the fourth shot, Taylor leads Odin towards the ropes, Knyght seemingly out cold from the elbows. Taylor throws Odin over the top, Odin bounces off the apron shoulder first and then falls to the arena floor!

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Odin Knyght has been...ELIMINATED!

Flash: And may have a concussion after those elbows.

Leppard: Oh, now THAT would be awesome! Taylor is not only gonna win this rumble, be may take out Odin in the process...I'm in love.

Flash: I'll never understand why you love watching people suffer.

Leppard: And I don't know why you still go on about that, so we're even.

Jason Taylor looks at Odin with a smirk on his face, as he turns around he's picked up onto the shoulders of Mike Omen, who doesn't waste time as he drives Taylor into the mat with The M.O.! Omen lays on the canvas for a moment, getting to his feet as he sees Lawson now trying to get Hush over the top rope, but Hush is holding on and refusing to let go. Omen now tries to assist in eliminating Hush, as they get him off his feet, Hush wisely wraps his legs around he ropes as well. Hush is hanging off the middle rope, making it nearly impossible for him to be eliminated in his current position. Knowing that, Lawson and Omen try to pull Hush off the rope, but being in the ring as long as they have is making that difficult. They struggle to get him off the rope, but find themselves successful in doing so. As they try to pick Hush up, he drops down with a jaw breaker on Omen, sending him reeling back. Lawson then gets caught with an elbow into the midsection, and is then thrown shoulder first into Omen! Across the ring, Kaji is scanning the ring and sees Alex Ortega getting to his feet. Fireson quickly moves in, looking to get himself one step closer to being the man to win it all, he grabs Ortega from behind and throws him over the top rope, but he lands on the apron! Ortega connects with a right hand to Fireson, who reels back a step, but strikes back with a Blazing Kick! Ortega falls back off the apron, crashing down to the floor below.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Alex Ortega has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Leppard: How the hell did he last that long? Better question, why hasn't Jason Taylor eliminated all these people yet!?

Flash: I think Omen may have stopped that from happening.

Leppard: Make him go away Flashy, make Omen go away and stop ruining the awesomeness of Jason Taylor winning the Rumble!

Kaji now turns around, only to get caught with a running clothesline from Steven Sands! Kaji hits the mat hard, Sands not waisting time in putting the boots to him. Meanwhile Daray has McCloud down near one of he corners, he drives a boot into the ribs of McCloud before stepping over McCloud and tearing at he turnbuckle padding. Daray tears it off and tosses it away, Daray then puts a hand around the back of Connor's neck, lifting him up and then dropping him face first across the exposed steel with an inverted chokeslam! Connor lays on the canvas holding the right side of his face, Daray looking at McCloud with a sick look of satisfaction. Daray is then attacked from behind, staggering into the corner! Billy Hush now stands where Daray once did, and he begins firing away punches in the corner.

Leppard: Ha! McCloud got owned.

Flash: Looks like Daray is going to try and bring his brutality to he Rumble.

Leppard: As long as it's on all the lame people, I'm fine with it.

Flash: Of course you would.

The buzzer sounds and 'Stronger' hits the speakers. The fans erupt in a mixed reaction as Brennan Knight comes out from behind the curtains and bolts down to the ring. As he does, he slides in the ring to no one paying attention to him. Knight grins wickedly as he runs at Hush and leaps, cracking him in the back of the skull with a spinning kick. Hush falls back and right into an atomic drop from Knight, only to get his head taken off with a clothesline. Blood Reign starts to come to from the corner, but as he does, Brennan forces him right back into it and starts firing shot after shot to keep him there. The fans keep going crazy for the action as Knight takes Blood Reign by the head and leaps, planting him with a bulldog in the middle of the ring. Brennan gets to his feet and smirks, running at Sands and grabbing his head, taking him back for a backbreaker! The Golden Reality cries out in pain, as Knight takes his place stomping a hole into The Phoenix. Lawson and Omen start to stumble to their feet, and the fans go crazy with cheers. Omen gets to his feet first and shakes off the pain. As he turns, he comes face to face with Shane Lawson, and the two of them know what they have to do. They start firing off shots at each other, making sure to do what they do best; wrestle. Omen gets the upper hand and forces Lawson into the ropes, whipping him across the ring. As he comes back, Mike takes him down with an arm drag, and quickly locks in The Omen Armbar! Lawson screams out in pain as Taylor starts to stumble to his feet, and McCloud does the same, holding his face from the impact. Taylor comes from behind him and grabs his head, tilting it up and drilling shot after shot into McCloud's forehead and face, making sure to keep doing damage to him.

Flash: This is an all out brawl, Leppard. Something tells me these guys are just going to get more and more violent as this Rumble continues. I fear for their careers.

Leppard: Know what I fear for? FENIX GETTING SCREWED AGAIN~! YEAH! THAT'S RIGHT! I'M BRINGIN' IT THE FUCK BACK! HE WAS ROBBED! ROBBED I SAY!

Flash: ...and here I thought I was free from your patheticness. What an idiot I was...

Leppard: You're damn right you were an idiot. Know why?! Because you don't know me, motherfucker! I'm crazy! I'll bite your fucking head off! Rawr~!

Taylor keeps pounding away at McCloud's skull, making sure to keep him down. The Ego Death starts to falter and Taylor lifts him up, looking to toss him out of the ring. He hoists McCloud up, but Connor holds onto the ropes, trying desperately not to get himself eliminated, just because of the pain he's in. The VWA Bloodsport Champion keeps stomping away at Fireson, until he eventually shoves him out of the ring, under the ropes. Brennan turns around just as Hush starts to get to his feet, and he grabs The Silencer from behind, turning him and planting him with Alive And Believing! The fans explode with a mixed reaction as Brennan shoves Hush aside and gets to his feet again, just waiting for Blood Reign to get to his feet. Lawson keeps reaching for the ropes, to try anything to free himself from Omen's grip, but it's no use. The Golden Reality starts to come too however, just out of Omen's view, and sets his sights on what's happening. He smirks as he stumbles over to the ropes and looks back at Omen and Lawson, climbing to the top rope as he does. The fans in the arena gasp as Sands leaps from the turnbuckle and hits The Turn of The Century on Omen and Lawson, while Omen has Lawson locked in The Omen Armbar! All three men are down and out, as Lawson spazzes all over the ring, clutching his arm in pain. Sands rolls over, smirking as he holds his knees, and Omen lays there almost motionless, having taken most of the impact. The counter starts to count down.

Leppard: I... love... Steven Sands. In fact, I think I might marry him. That's legal in Canada now, right? Because for the love of Jesus... he just made me have an orgasm.

Flash: That Turn of The Century was amazing!

Leppard: You're damn right it was amazing! Know why it was amazing?! Because Steven Sands did it, motherfucker! He's Steven Sands, and he's not going to get screwed out of The Rumble~!

Flash: Again with a Fenix shot? You're really getting desperate in your attempts here, aren't you?

’Superstar’ hits and Brian Gun runs down and stops at ringside; he slides around the edge of the ring and looks down at Kaji Fireson; he reaches down and drags him up to his feet by his hair and throws him over the apron. Kaji’s bent over and Gun gets behind him kicking away at the Phoenix’ spine with shot after shot as Kaji screams out in pain and finally putting Kaji out of his misery with a Neckbreaker on the floor. Gun pops up after and continues to walk around the ring, going past McCloud and Taylor’s struggle; he watches as Brennan Knight nails Blood Reign with a big Yakuza Kick to the head but still doesn’t put him down and Brennan runs forward, bullrushing him with a flurry of forearms while Gun contemplates getting inside of the ring. He leans forward and then pulls back, shaking his head; he walks around ringside and grabs a steel chair, walking over to Kaji Fireson, he swings a shot down square into his spine and then slides into the ring on the side where Omen, Lawson and Sands all lay in a heap. He swings the chair down into them over and over again, his smile growing wider with each shot to the helpless competitors but he isn’t done there. He runs across the ring and waffles Knight across the back, ducking Blood Reign’s Clothesline and stabbing the steel chair into the Pure Champion’s ribs to double him over before he throws the chair into the corner where Taylor is trying to toss over McCloud. Taylor catches it and Gun flies in with a Running Dropkick that sends the chair back into Jason’s face and McCloud drops down in the corner with a Double Stomp to Gun as he’s getting up. He grabs onto his head and kicks the steel chair out of the ring before he swings out of the corner with a Tornado DDT to Gun that puts him down effectively.

Flash: Well Gun was certainly pleased with himself and his use of that steel chair.

Leppard: He finally found a tag team partner he could trust, Flashy; it’s about damn time.

Flash: Well it looks like this time Gun wasn’t carrying his end of the bargain because the second his partner left the scene he was in serious trouble.

Leppard: Some people are just screwed Flashy, I present exhibit F for Fenix as well as FUCKED UP ROBBERY!

On the outside of the ring, Kaji Fireson slowly pulls himself up and throws himself back over the apron, gingerly pulling himself back into the ring, holding onto his back and neck from the abuse he’s suffered. He uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet but the second he does Brennan Knight runs at him and levels him with a Clothesline that sends him over the top; Kaji’s feet swing above the floor as he holds himself on but he somehow pulls himself back onto the apron. Brennan runs at Blood Reign and cracks his skull with a knee, sending him back into the corner as Hush slowly uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet; he sees the pile of Sands, Lawson and Omen and stumbles over, pulling himself up to the top and with the crowd going insane and his head nodding up and down comes crashing with the Descent into Silence, catching a piece of all three men with a version of the very move that put them down for the count. After impact he pulls himself onto Sands and starts bashing his fists down into the face of the man he’s going to face later in the night. As he’s doing this though he doesn’t notice Kaji Fireson limping his way along the apron and up to the top rope right behind him; the crowd sees it though and goes insane as Kaji goes airborn with the Flight of the Phoenix and comes down on Billy Hush, tearing him off Sands, crushing Sands, Omen and Lawson beneath them all. The crowd is white hot after that and Blood Reign and Brennan knight don’t even notice it across the ring as the Pure Champion buries a knee in Brennan’s gut and presses him high over his head; the second he’s up there though, Brennan drops down, grabs Blood Reign by the back of the head and drives him down with a Complete Shot with plenty of momentum behind it. Connor McCloud stomps away on Gun and Taylor, keeping them down as he rests in the corner watching the destruction all around the ring; knowing an opportunity when he sees one, he pulls Taylor up for elimination.

Flash: Aerial insanity in the rumble!

Leppard: 1/3 awesomeness, just add loser. Although a lot of people I don’t like are hurting right now, so I guess I have to be kindof happy.

Flash: There’s a pile of corpses in one corner, they’re barely moving and all five of those men have matches later tonight. In fact with the exception of Brian Gun everyone inside it right now is pulling double-duty!

Leppard: Fenix should pull triple duty and get his ass back out here damnit! R-O-B-B-E-D! CALL THE COPS! SOMEONE!

McCloud grabs Taylor and begins to lead him towards the ropes, but as he does Taylor wisely drives his elbow into McCloud's midsection to stop the momentum. Jason grabs McCloud for what looks to be a DDT, but Connor spins out of it before Jason can really secure McCloud's head. Connor pulls Jason towards him, nearly taking his head off with a clothesline as the counter ticks down the final three seconds! As the clock reaches zero 'Butterfly' begins to play through the arena, and out comes Krystian Kavella. Kavella makes his way down to the ring, not rushing down but walking slowly, taking his time to observe the situation in the ring. McCloud pulls Jason up again, throwing him over the top rope but Taylor lands on the apron! McCloud hits a couple of forearms to the face of Taylor trying to knock him off the ring apron. Jason quickly jumps up, keeping his grip on the top rope and driving both feet into the ribs of McCloud! McCloud backs up and Taylor slides into the ring between the top and middle rope. Connor staggers back following the kick, right into a belly to back suplex from Brennan Knight! Connor McCloud is dropped onto the back of his head, as Brennan gets up Jason Taylor runs at him, connecting with a running dropkick to the back! Brennan Knight stumbles and falls forward, just as Kavella enters the ring. Jason turns around and he sees the newest man to join the insanity, Taylor takes a moment to measure Kavella, but Kavella runs right at him and takes Taylor down to the mat! Kavella begins to unload with elbow after elbow, Jason trying to cover up but Kavella seems to just be too overwhelming for him at this point in time. As this is going on, Lawson begins to try and get to his feet, exhausted and clearly feeling the effects of starting this match. Lawson moves in on Kavella once he's up, grabbing him from behind and looking to toss him over..But Kavella stops mid-run and throws Lawson over! Lawson hangs onto the top rope, quickly throwing himself back in between the ropes before Kavella can try to do anything. With him at Kavella's feet, he is quickly the victim of vicious stomps from the man that he will be facing later tonight.

Leppard: Someone get rid of him! Why does he keep trying, does he not realize that he'd be better off out of the match?

Flash: Do you really expect him to throw away this match?

Leppard: No, because if he did that would mean he'd be doing something useful... Shane Lawson stopped doing that a long time ago.

Kaji is now beginning to stir, using the ropes to pull himself up to his feet. While he does, Brennan Knight sees the opportunity and runs at Kaji, who pulls the top rope down on Brennan Knight! Brennan stays in the match by landing on the apron, grabbing Kaji and setting him up for a suplex. Kaji tries to fight it, a knee to the midsection preventing Knight from suplexing him out of the ring. Kaji tries to push Brennan off the apron, but Knight seems intent on staying in this. Kaji then tries to take a step back, likely looking to repeat the move that eliminated Alex Ortega, but Brennan keeps a hold of Fieson's arm, preventing him from getting the distance that Blazing Kick requires. Brennan hits a elbow to the jaw of Kaji, who hits a forearm to the face of Knight, who hangs dangerously above the floor for a second, but regains his footing before Kaji can hit another shot. Brennan grabs Kaji again for a suplex, but once again Kaji refuses to be lifted up, Brennan fires a couple of knees through the ropes, and he then picks Kaji up over the top rope, sending him down to the floor with a suplex! Kaji's back bounces off the thin padding as Brennan lays back first on the apron, rolling back in under the bottom rope.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Kaji Fireson has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Leppard: YEAH! Take that Fireson! One less lame person in tthis match. Plus we have Kavella in there now, so maybe he can rid of Lawson and Omen... right?

Flash: Right now, it looks like that could happen.

Leppard: Are you excited? I know I'm excited, I want to see Lawson and Omen out of this, they've been in there long enough!

Kavella whips Lawson into a corner, quickly making his way towards him and wrapping his hand around Shane's throat, choking the life out of him! Kavella is quickly stopped however as Mike Omen pulls Kavella away, Kavella turns around and hits Omen with a hard back elbow. Omen reels back from the shot, Kavella then spins and connects with a spinning backfist to the face of Omen! Mike falls to his knees, dazed from the shot and the attention of Kavella returns to Shane Lawson. He pulls Shane away from the turnbuckle, pushing him towards the ropes but Shane puts a foot on the ropes and pushes off, sending him and Kavella back. Lawson takes this advantage, jumping up and driving Kavella into the mat with a Reality Check! Lawson lays on the canvas, McCloud and Knight both slowly pushing themselves to their feet.

Leppard: NO! DAMN YOU SHANE!

Flash: Lawson may have just bought himself some time there!

Leppard: I hate my life...

Flash: Hey, at least Kavella wasn't eliminated.

The fans are still going insane for the action in the ring as McCloud and Kynght get to their feet and 'Brand New Start' hits the speakers. From behind the curtains comes Blake Mason, and he runs down to the ring, full speed as he does. Mason slides in the ring and McCloud and Odin quickly turn to duck a double clothesline attempt from Mason. Blake hits the ropes and comes running back at them, only to get a double back body drop from both of them, that sends him flying right out of the ring, crashing to the floor. The fans explode as Tamzin does her thing.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Blake Mason has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Leppard: Well Blake Mason just got his ass handed to him, that's for sure. Maybe next time he won't just not care about the fucking matches he's in! UHN~!

Flash: Yeah... maybe. But I doubt it. Something tells me this is the end for Mason. And by this... I mean tonight. That's just me though.

McCloud and Knyght nod at each other, before they start exchanging blows in the middle of the ring. Lawson stumbles to his feet just as Omen does, and the former Misfits of Society start to exchange blows again. This time, Lawson gets the upper hand as he forces Omen against the ropes and starts to deliver knees to his gut. Instead of trying to eliminate him, Lawson whips Omen across the ring and runs with him, taking him to the mat with a clothesline that keeps Mike grounded, and drops Lawson to his knees. The pile of corpses starts to come to, as Sands and Hush both roll away from each other, still in pain from their respective moves being done on them. Jason Taylor starts to come to, just as Brian Gun does, and the two begin to rise just around each other.

Flash: This match just keeps getting better and better with every minute that goes by! I can't believe not everyone is out here yet. This match... is insane!

Leppard: What's insane... is that SHANE LAWSON AND MIKE OMEN ARE STILL FUCKING IN IT! THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS SCREWED FENIX OUT OF THIS MATCH~!

Flash: Okay... sit the fuck down, and calm yourself. We get it... you're upset. But if you stand up one more time, I'm going to smack you until you turn blue.

Leppard: I'm not afraid of you, Flashy! I'm not-- Fine... I'll shut up.

Gun and Taylor rise at the same time, and quickly start to lace into each other, seeing no other option. However, Gun gains the upper hand and knocks Taylor back, shoving him against the ropes as he does. Taylor stumbles forward and Gun leaps, dropping him with his double knee facebreaker he calls the Head Shot! Taylor stumbles back just as Sands is getting up, but The Golden Reality pulls the ropes down and Jason Taylor flows right out of the ring and onto the floor. The fans go crazy.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Jason Taylor has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Flash: Steven Sands just technically stole an elimination from Brian Gun. That... was impressive.

Leppard: You're damn right it was! Know why?! Because it's fucking STEVEN SANDS~!

Sands gets to his feet and smirks, as he turns around to get a Head Shot of his own, that sends him through the ropes and down to the floor. Meanwhile Lawson gets to his feet, only to get tackled from behind by Brian Gun, who starts to pummel him violently on the mat, making sure to make a name for himself by the time this rumble is over. McCloud and Odin continue to exchange blows as Hush starts to pull himself to his feet, shaking his head as Omen does the same. Omen and Hush stumbles towards each other and start to exchange blows, as Blood Reign and Kavella start to come to as well, stumbling as they try and get vertical. Blood Reign takes the first swing and connects with The Korrupt One's face, knocking him back against the ropes. He runs at him and looks to take him over, but Kavella ducks and sends Blood Reign up and over. Reign lands on the apron and catches himself, and grabs Kavella from behind, clubbing him across the chest with a vicious forearm, as he climbs in the ring and the counter counters down.

Leppard: Sometimes... when I close my eyes, I just hope that this match is going to be over. Is that so much to ask?! It's taking so long!

Flash: It's intense... and insane. It's a crazy match, that's for damn sure. I feel bad for the men who are in that ring, because this has to be exhausting.

Leppard: I'm exhausted... I can't even imagine how they're feeling. I think... that someone needs to punch me out until this match is over.

Flash: I can arrange that you know. I have the power.

‘Blood on My Hands’ hits and the crowd goes insane with cheers as the VWA Supernova Champion walks out onto the ramp and runs down into the ring; Hush and Omen turn to see him and eat a Double Clothesline for their trouble that takes them down to the mat. McCloud and Brennan sides step as Rolento comes running at them but McCloud gets destroyed with a Big Boot as he bounces off the ropes; Brennan blasts Rolento from behind and gets Powerslammed down into the mat hard before Rolento pops back up and crushes Kavella, Spearing him right into Blood Reign. As Rolento looks around the ring he realizes that the only man left is Gun, who looks up at him and smiles, pushing off Lawson and leaping at him with a Dropkick to the Knee. Gun leaps up for another Headshot, this time to the giant but Rolento catches him and plants throws Gun across the ring with what he turns into a Crucifix Powerbomb, leaving him to land right across Shane Lawson. With the crowd buzzing and his impact made, Rolento grabs ahold of both Hush and Omen as they stagger up to their feet and grabs them by the back of the head to throw them over in stereo; the two block it with a kick to the gut each and load Rolento up for a Double Suplex, when at the last moment, Omen double crosses Hush and throws him over the top, where he crashes to the floor.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Billy Hush has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Flash: Well, Sands must be happy to see that.

Leppard: I don’t think so Flashy, I’m pretty sure he wanted to continue softening him up for the High Voltage raping later tonight. Call me crazy.

With Omen turning his attention back to Rolento the Supernova Champion is on the ball now, he grabs onto Omen and Hip Tosses him across the ring onto the pile of Gun and Lawson. The crowd is still white hot, just like Rolento as he runs at Blood Reign in the corner, crushing him with a Running Clothesline; Blood Reign staggers out and right into Rolento who lifts him up for the Soul Crusher, walking across the ring with him and sending him crashing down on the stack of Lawson, Gun and Omen from before.

Flash: A new pile of corpses is now forming...

Leppard: And I’m pretty sure Shane is now actually dead! YUS!

Flash: He’s a hell of a survivor but I have no idea how he’s still in this match. He and Omen started the damn thing god knows how long ago and through all the abuse they’ve suffered they’re still here. It’s fucked.

Leppard: No what’s fucked is that Fenix isn’t here to see it! And that Faggento is dominating this rumble with a capital D. D for DOUCHE!

Rolento gets back up to his feet but gets blasted by Brennan who feeds him kicks to the knee and forearms to the face cutting him down with his onslaught. He drops Rolento onto his skull with a quick DDT and then turns around to receive the Sandstorm of a returning Steven Sands; a headkick, headkick, a kick to the midsection, a leg kick and a head kick all softening him up as he runs across the ring and comes flying back with a Yakuza kick that sends Brennan into the corner. Sands is on him immediately trying to throw him over the top with Brennan fighting back with everything that he has trying to avoid elimination; Sands mounts him in the corner pounding down into his face with blow after blow until Brennan grabs onto him, spins him around and Powerbombs him down onto Blood Reign and the pile of wrestlers beneath him, which Omen is beginning to pull himself out of. Omen uses the ropes and pulls up to his feet slowly but surely, not knowing Knight is right behind him; he knows soon though as Brennan explodes from the corner and Omen ducks, sending him flying on top of the pile with a Back Body Drop; one that leaves Omen perfectly open as a recovering Brian Gun sneaks in and dumps the damaged veteran over the ropes and tumbling down to the floor.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Mike Omen has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Flash: And by Brian Gun too...

Leppard: Holy my fuck YES!

Lawson’s the next man to exit the growing pile and slowly pulls himself up to his feet, leaning over the ropes to stay on his feet, finally getting some footing only to immediately be dumped over the top by Connor McCloud. Lawson’s beaten and exhausted body hits the floor as McCloud slumps in the corner.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Shane Lawson has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Flash: And Lawson by McCloud...

Leppard: AND CHRISTMAS FUCKING COMES EARLY!!!

With both the men that started the match finally out of it, Kavella makes his way over to a climbing Brennan Knight and locks him up in the deadly Klynch, destroying his face with brutal blows. The counter nears number thirty's entrance.

Flash: Well the men that started it are gone... and they went from two young talents... ones that clearly just impressed.

Leppard: Impressed me, yes they fucking did! Somewhere Fenix is smiling I promise you that!

Flash: Huge moments in both men's careers, it’s got to be a huge confidence booster that they could win this thing!

Leppard: Like I said, with Fenix gone... anythings possible!

The counter hits zero and the fans in the arena wait to see who number thirty is. Jumbled sounds hit the speakers and the fans are all freaking out as the lights dim and spotlights flash a million different colors on the stage. Everything eventually goes silent and 'Blame Me! Blame Me!' hits the speakers, shooting pyro out from the stage. Once the smoke clears, Jamie Lockheart is shown standing on the stage with a sickening grin on his face, as the fans in the arena go absolutely insane with boos.

Leppard: WHAT?! IT'S LOCKHEART?! THE MAN BEHIND THE MYSTERY VIDEOS IS LOCKHEART?! MY WORLD, FLASHY! MY FUCKING WORLD IS TURNED UPSIDE DOWN~!

Flash: I can't believe that Jamie Lockheart is back after everything he said about this company. He's the man behind those videos?! That's just... surprising!

Lockheart bolts down to the ring and slides into it, leaping into the air almost as soon as he does and saving Brennan Knight from Kavella by hitting The Korrupt One with Take The Blame! Kavella falls to the mat, clutching his head as Brennan goes to fall, but Lockheart catches him with Maelstrom! The fans keep booing loudly as Lockheart leaps and connects with another Take The Blame on McCloud, taking The Ego Death to the mat. Brian Gun comes from behind Lockheart and stops his assault by attacking him from behind, connecting with a knee to his face to slow to assault. Gun grabs onto Lockheart's arm and runs up the turnbuckle, walking along the ropes and looking for Dead Man's Gun. What he gets instead, is Lockheart recovering and shoving him straight off the ropes and to the floor, hitting hard as he does. Jamie leans over and grins at him, as Tamzin does her thing.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Brian Gun has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Leppard: Well that was a stupid thing for him to do. I can't believe he just tried to eliminated the freshest guy in the match by getting on the ropes.

Flash: He had one hell of a run, that's for sure. He's got nothing to be ashamed of here tonight. Not a damn thing.

Lockheart turns around to see Blood Reign and Jason Rolento both getting to their feet. He swallows hard and readies himself, for what the world will surely call a suicide mission. Sands stays laying on the mat.

Flash: Now Jamie Lockheart has to face off against two giants, who may not take lightly to his assaults. I'm still... so shocked that he's back. Words can't describe it.

Leppard: Sands needs to get him so they can take out the two giants together! IT NEEDS TO HAPPEN, FLASHY! IT NEEDS TO FUCKING HAPPEN~!

Flash: It would certainly be something, that's for sure, but some--

Leppard: SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH~! SHUT IT~! MISFITS~! RAWR~! RAAAAAAAAAAAWR~!

Rolento and Blood Reign get to their feet, Rolento being the first one and heading right for Lockheart. Like most men, Lockheart begins to back away at the sight of the massive Rolento coming at him. He backs away, but as he does he's suddenly grabbed by the throat! Lockheart is looking into the eyes of Blood Reign, who seems all too excited about chokeslamming Lockheart. Daray has that opportunity taken away from him however, as Lockheart connects with a low blow! Daray stumbles back into the corner, glaring at Lockheart who has now been caught by Jason Roleno, who lifts Lockheart above his head. Rolento begins to run towards the ropes, looking to make Lockheart's appearance a short one, but Lockheart drops down behind Rolento! Rolento turns around, only to get dropkicked by Lockheart and is sent staggering back into the ropes. Lockheart runs at Rolento, looking to take the big man over the top, but Rolento gets a boot up right into the face of Lockheart! Lockheart hits the canvas, a hand covering his face as Rolento begins to try and pull him back up to his feet. As he does, Lockheart grabs Rolento by the head, dropping down and hitting Rolento with a double knee facebreaker! Rolento staggers a bit, dazed from the impact before falling to the canvas! Lockheart doesn't enjoy this moment very long, because he's hit with a clothesline to the back of the head from Blood Reign. Daray now stands over the fallen body of Lockheart, placing a boot onto the lower back of Jamie and putting all of his weight down onto the spine of Lockheart! Lockheart favors his back as Daray looks down at him with a grin. Reign then begins to pick Lockheart up again, picking him up onto his shoulders. Lockheart tries to break free, but Daray tosses him over his head as he jumps up, driving Lockheart back first into his knees! Daray slowly begins to get to his feet, as he does Connor McCloud brings himself back into the action, locking in a dragon sleeper on Blood Reign! Connor tries to take the big man down, but Daray isn't going down without a fight. Blood Reign puts an arm around McCloud's midsection and then hoists him up, running towards the ropes and pushing McCloud off his shoulder! McCloud lands on the apron, and quickly pulls Daray down into a front facelock, Daray hits a pair of right hands as Connor tries to pull him over the top. As Connor's hold is broken, Daray hits a boot to the right side of McCloud's face. Connor is stunned and that's when the hand of Daray wraps around his throat, lifting Connor up and driving him to the floor with Paradise Lost!

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Connor McCloud has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Leppard: Connor McCloud is gone! He just got chokeslammed for the first time tonight, and I hope he liked it because it's gonna happen again!

Flash: You hope.

Leppard: No, it'll happen again...It has to happen again!

Flash: Again, you can hope all you want, doesn't mean it'll happen.

Daray backs away from the ropes, turning around right into a vicious clothesline that sends Daray crashing down to the canvas! Rolento stands over the fallen Pure Champion, he reaches down to try and pick him up, looking for the elimination, but Brennan Knight dives in with a double ax handle to the back! Rolento takes a step forward, but then turns to face Brennan, who now begins to unload rights and lefts on Rolento. Rolento staggers a bit from each shot, before one right hand from the monster sends Brennan falling to one knee! Rolento pulls Brennan up and whips him across the ring, as Brennan rebounds back he's lifted up into the air and drilled with a brutal spinebuster! Knight's back bounces off the canvas, Rolento gets to his feet and looks at his newest target. Rolento now begins to pull Knight up to his feet, but Brennan drops down with a jawbreaker! Rolento is sent back a couple of steps, Knight holds his jaw for a moment before charging at Rolento, who catches him with a kick to the midsection! Rolento then tucks the head of Brennan between his legs for a moment, lifting Brennan up into a crucifix position. Rolento then runs towards the ropes, throwing Knight over the top rope with a crucifix powerbomb!

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Brennan Knight has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Flash: Just like that, the Bloodsport Champion has been eliminated!

Leppard: Did you see how far he went!? Rolento is awesome, if only he wouldn't destroy people more often.

Flash: Rolento is certainly capable of doing so, as he just demonstrated there with that display of power.

Rolento steps back and turns around, only to get caught with a stiff right hand to the jaw from Blood Reign! Rolento is rocked by the shot, Daray then whips Rolento across the ring. As Rolento rebounds back, Daray somehow manages to pick Rolento up and drive him into the mat with a spinebuster! Daray stays kneeling for a second, looking at Rolento with a smirk on his face. As Daray gets to his feet, he's suddenly hit with a hard kick to the back of the leg. Daray turns around, only to be hit with another kick to the leg, Sands lands yet another hard kick to the leg and Daray drops to one knee for a moment. Sands then hits a kick to the back and then the chest. Following the kick to the midsection, Daray is back to his feet and Sands goes up to the second rope. Sands then begins to jump off the top rope, but as he does Lockheart runs towards him, catching Sands with Take The Blame! Sands is hit in midair in this flying yakuza kick attempt, and finds himself falling over the top rope and hitting the arena floor!

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Steven Sands has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Leppard: What?! Why did he do that Flashy?! Why did Lockheart just eliminate Sands?!

Flash: Might have something to do with that whole...every man for themselves thing.

Leppard: No! Don't you say things like that, their bond is deeper than that!

Flash: I'm sorry, I'll never expose you to logical thinking ever again. But now we're down to the final four in this thing, Blood Reign, Jason Roleno, Krystian Kavella and a returning Jamie Lockheart remain!

All four men are on their feet, all of them waiting for someone else to make the first move. Daray is the one that can't stay patient, he charges at Kavella and splashes him in a corner! Kavella staggers out, right into a brutal boot to the face from Blood Reign! Lockheart runs at Rolento, sliding between the big mans legs and then hitting a kick to the back of Rolento's knee. Lockheart then grabs Rolento by the head, taking a few steps forward and planting him into the canvas with a bulldog! Lockheart gets to his feet, looking at Daray as he drives his boot down into the throat of Kavella.

Leppard: As long as Rolento doesn't win this...This is going to be AWESOME!

Flash: Rolento might be the favorite to win this, he is the biggest person in this match.

Leppard: NO! He can't win this Flashy, make all of them get Rolento~!

Lockheart sees Blood Reign across the ring and runs at him with a Forearm Smash, sending him back into the corner. He draws back and nails him with a Running Dropkick, then a running Knee; Blood Reign staggers out and Lockheart goes for the Chaotic Masterpiece only to have Blood Reign grab onto him and throw him back over his back. The two come face to face and Blood Reign decks Lockheart with an Uppercut that sends him staggering back into the ropes; he goes for a Big Boot to finish the job on the Baron of Blame with Lockheart ducking and leaving Blood Reign hung up on the top rope, crotched. Lockheart pulls himself up and kicks away him, trying to get him over, he leaps up for Take The Blame but Blood Reign Clotheslines him out of mid-air and sends him crashing down to the mat. Kavella pulls himself up and runs in looking to take advantage and then gets leveled with a Big Boot that puts him down for the count just in time for Jason Rolento to push himself up onto all fours; he gets his feet up beneath him and the two monsters lock eyes. They surge across the rign at each other in what turns out to be a brutal test of strength, breaking off to level each other with right hands that phase neither; Kavella stumbles up to his feet and right into the beasts, who break off, grab him by the throat and plant him with a Double Chokeslam right in the center of the mat. The crowd cheers as they look at each other and an evil smirk comes over their face as they realize they could run the Rumble as a team, they look over to see Lockheart pulling himself up with the ropes and both set off running to Clothesline him over the top. Lockheart drops down at the last second and pulls the top ropes with him, sending both of them tumbling down to the floor and elimination.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Blood Reign and Jason Rolento have been... ELIMINATED!!!

Flash: FINAL TWO!

Leppard: About fucking time and it’s full of awesomeness!

Lockheart pulls himself back up to his feet in time to see Krystian Kavella sprawled out on the mat; he takes about a split second before he points to the top turnbuckles and the crowd explodes with boos.

Flash: Lockheart outsmarted an enraged Rolento and Blood Reign and now with Kavella laid out... he couldn’t be thinking this could he?

Leppard: OH FUCK YEAH HE IS!!!

Flash: Is this the best move from Lockheart right now? With victory so close?

Leppard:Who cares, it’s AWESOME!

And Lockheart seems to think it as well as he climbs his way to the top rope, pausing to scream the one thing the world’s been deprived of for far too long.

Lockheart: BLAME LOCKHEART!!!

And he leaps from the top, all the way across the ring with the move, crashing down perfectly across the prone body of Krystian Kavella; already laid out by the Double Chokeslam of Rolento and Blood Reign. Jamie rolls off of Kavella, holding his ribs after the impact as the crowd continues to share it’s hatred of the two remaining men; Lockheart leans down after he pulls up to his feet and tries to lift Kavella, to no avail. Lockheart finds the Korrupt One as nothing more than dead weight and a scowl comes over his face as he shakes his head and drags him to the corner. He pulls him up and slumps him over the bottom ropes, then to the middle, then finally to the top, propping him up before he gets up under him and tries to throw him over once again unable to lift the dead weight. Instead he shoves Kavella into the corner and stomps away at him, going in and choking him to wake him; it seems to work as Kavella grabs onto him and gives him a Complete Shot into the corner and the exposed steel turnbuckle from earlier. Both men slump in the corner desperate and dazed and then start to pound on each other again; Lockheart leaps for a Malestrom but Kavella sets him up on the top rope, climbing up next to him and locking him in for the Klynch Kavella delivers knee after knee after knee to Lockheart’s face before throwing him off the top to the side. Lockheart falls down to the mat but grabs onto the ropes, pulling himself up onto the apron as one foot touches the floor. Kavella drops down and kicks away him but Lockheart blocks it with a kick; he reaches over to Suplex Kavella off the apron and outside of the ring to elimination but Kavella blocks, kicking away at Lockheart. The Baron of Blame draws back his head and swings in for a Shoulder Thrust only to have Kavella dodge and grab onto his head; locking in the Klynch. Kavella delivers brutal knee after vicious blow to the face of Lockheart; with nowhere for the Baron of Blame to go as Kavella pounds on his skull with wreckless abandon. Finally Kavella lets go of Lockheart’s head and delivers one last final shot that sends Lockheart tumbling down to elimination and ‘Butterfly’ hits.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, Jamie Lockheart has been... ELIMINATED!!! Therefore your winner and number one contender to The VWA World Heavyweight Championship at Pandora’s Box... KRYSTIAN KAVELLA!!!

Flash: What a fucking match, I thought Lockheart had it for sure but somehow Kavella came out on top. I don’t know how but he got one up on the returning Jamie Lockheart. It never happens... but it did tonight.

Leppard: Sheer fucking awesomness! Awesome people won; Kavella main events PB and now Lockheart gets a High Voltage title shot! Amazing matches are in our future Flashy.

Flash: Uh yeah... like later tonight...you know the rest of the show...which there is a LOT of how. History is going to be made people, stay-fucking-tuned!

Kavella climbs to the top rope and poses as his music begins to play and the crowd boos mercilessly. Until the scene opens backstage to the locker room area for Shane Lawson. He's sitting in the middle of the room, on a bench, reapplying his wrist tape and making sure he's ready for his match later in the night. Suddenly though, his door opens and in walks Chaos' General Manager; Rekkah Starr. The fans cheer for the encounter in the arena, but Lawson doesn't seem very happy. He looks up at Rekkah and sighs, as she looks down at him, making her way into the locker room.

Rekkah: I get that you're still mad at me, but there's something I need to talk to you about.

Lawson: About how you don't want me to go through with the match with Kavella? I know, Rekkah... and I don't care. I need to do this, and whether you can accept that or not... isn't my problem.

Rekkah: That's not--

Lawson: I'm sure it wasn't. Look... I know you're worried about me, but there's only so much I can handle from you. I'm fighting for my company, and I refuse to quit because you're scared I'm going to get my ass kicked.

Rekkah sighs and lowers her head as she crosses her arms across her chest. Lawson stands up, brushing himself off as he does. He takes a deep breath as she looks over at him.

Rekkah: I'm done trying to protect you, Shane. I've learned that it does no good. But you have to realize... you're going up against the man who just won a shot at The VWA World Heavyweight Championship. He's on cloud nine right now.

Lawson: Then I'm going to have to be on cloud ten, because I refuse to walk out of this match with a loss, Rekkah. I'm not giving Jude what he wants. Not this time.

Rekkah: I understand your plight, Shane... and I'm not going to try and stop you. Just remember... Kavella's a deadly weapon. Make sure you watch his every move.

Lawson smiles as he looks down at Rekkah, nodding to her as he does. She looks up at him and forces a smile, obviously not happy with his state of mind, but realizing that she can't change it.

Lawson: Thank you. I know I can be harsh sometimes... but I do care that you're worried. I just... need to do this.

Rekkah: I know... and you will. But I have to go get some work done. So good luck, if I don't see you before your match tonight.

Rekkah smiles at him and walks out of the locker room, leaving Lawson standing there with a smirk on his face. As she leaves though... he grows worried, obviously not as confident as he claims to be... as the scene fades to a commercial.

The scene opens backstage with Jason Taylor and Mr. E standing outside what we can only presume is the locker room of Jason Taylor and Hector Venegas. However Hector is missing from the picture, nowhere to be seen and Mr. E looks just a tad confused by the fact he only has one half of The VWA Tag Team Champions. Jason stands there with a rather sour look on his face, The VWA Tag Team Championship hanging off his shoulder. It's obvious that Jason isn't in the mood for fun right now, losing the rumble still a bit of a stinging blow to his ego.

Mr. E: Uh... I believe I was supposed to be interviewing you and Hector Venegas, if you want we can postpo--

Taylor: We don't need to wait, it's bad enough that I have to wait even longer to become VWA World Heavyweight Champion. Hector's not here, so we're going to get on with this as planned, got it? Now ask your fucking questions.

Mr. E stares at Jason for a moment, perhaps caught a little off guard by the attitude of Taylor. But he quickly shrugs it off.

Mr. E: Well, I was wondering if I could get your thoughts on both you and Hector coming up short in the Royal Rumble?

Taylor looks at Mr. E and shakes his head.

Taylor: How long have you been doing this?

Mr. E: Uhh... over two years now.

Taylor: Okay, and that's the best fucking question you can come up with? You've been doing this longer than anyone else in this locker room, you should have infinite fucking wisdom and a list of great, mind blowing questions... but what you give me, the single best star in this company is that? There are twenty nine other men back here you can ask that exact same question, how about you ask a question that really matters, huh? How hard is it, to expect that when you get the opportunity of a life time to interview someone as talented as me, you do a little more preparation, can you do that? Is that possible or does that little mask of yours filter all intelligent speech from coming out of your mouth?

Mr. E: Well for my second question then, if you were as talented as you say... wouldn't you have won the Rumble?

Oh, THAT doesn't sit well with Jason Taylor one little bit. He glares at Mr. E, chances are he may be thinking about finishing the job that Steven Sands started a couple of weeks ago.

Taylor: What fucking skill does it take to win a Rumble? No one pinned me in that ring, no one proved that they were BETTER than me! People outlasted me because they got fucking lucky, that's all the Rumble is and not one person proved that they are better than me tonight. Me not winning is the worst possible thing that could have EVER happened to this company! VWA needed me to win the Rumble, so that the next generation could finally take its rightful place at the top of VWA, but that didn't happen did it? No, what happened tonight was a travesty, it was a dark day for this company but this isn't over... I am going to make it to the top, I am going to hold that belt so--

???: Don't you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?

Jason stops, did someone REALLY have the nerves to cut him off... now? Did it really have to be done this fucking minute, Jason's obviously annoyed as he looks over his shoulder at the woman that is now visible as the camera zooms out. She's got a bit of a smirk on her face, clearly trying to piss Jason off jokingly... but Jason doesn't seem to be in such good humor about it. He looks at the female, someone new to VWA but not to this business, a woman known as Lilith Rose. Jason's reply is almost a snarl, his mood not improving with her arrival.

Taylor: I don't have time for groupies.

Lilith: Haré algo vacía perfectamente a usted, usted arrogante, vanidoso, el hijo de una ramera. Si usted me llama una groupi un más tiempo, yo torceré la cabeza lejos y la saliva abajo la garganta. Yo no soy su ramera pequeña dócil como Venegas, usted lo sabe, y si usted hace no, yo muy felizmente le recordaré del hecho.

Jason stops for a moment, that look of rage has been replaced, with one of confusion. Jason looks at Mr. E, who seems a little confused by the arrival of Lilith.

Taylor: Dude... do you speak Taco Bell menu?

Lilith: Taco... Bell... oh you racist motherfucker. And to think, that I actually thought, that I would be nice enough to show up and lend you a helping hand. Where's your pet Mexican? I thought the two of you were joined at the hip or something, but... oh, wait, I forgot, you're doing an interview, naturally, you couldn't have him taking any of your precious limelight. Puta vanidosa de ego.

Taylor: Racist? How the hell am I being racist?

Mr. E looks at Jason and shakes his head.

Mr. E: Might wanna try calling that Spanish.

Jason looks at Mr. E, a bit surprised actually.

Taylor: Are you still here? Why don't you take your generic questions elsewhere, maybe Brian Gun can give you an interview or something.

Mr. E looks at Jason, a little annoyed at his arrogance, but Jason shoos him along.

Taylor: Run along now, go... vaya!

Jason looks back at Lilith with a smirk on his face.

Taylor: See, I can speak Taco Bell menu too.

Lilith: Mother... Fucker...

Jason puts an arm around Lilith's shoulders, clearly taking out a bit of frustrations by mocking his tag partner from elsewhere.

Taylor: Love you too, Lilly.

Lilith glares at him and grabs the arm of Jason, wringing it once and then pushing him against the wall. No Mr. E to pull her off, she is however pulled off by Hector Venegas, who stands between the two.

Lilith: Oh, there he is. You know, I suggest you think twice when it comes putting your hands on me again, before you find yourself making a living standing outside Home Depot.

Lilith walks away now, clearly annoyed that Hector touched her at all. Jason looks at Hector, shaking his head.

Taylor: Dude... you're an idiot.

Hector: Why?

Taylor: Bitch is fucking crazy man, you're lucky you still have a lung. Anyway, lets go retain these belts and lay the Paragon's to rest.

Jason and Hector nod to one another, smirking as they do before walking out of view. The fans in the arena can be heard booing loudly for The VWA Tag Team Championships as the scene fades down to ringside.

Flash: Well, this is certainly an interesting match up. We have Venegas and Taylor, who took the titles from the Paragons, Kross and Helton... and we have the Paragons who, since losing said titles, have been on the brink of implosion.

Leppard: Brink? BRINK!? They have totally imploded! Did you not see what happen in their triple threat? Helton left his partner high and dry and I guarantee that it's going to cause a rift and the destruction of the Paragons today. Mark my words.

Flash: How can you--

Leppard: MARK MY WORDS!

Chambers: The following contest is a tag team elimination match and it is for The VWA Tag Team Championships!

Helton comes out by himself at first as 'New Breed (Revolutionary Mix)' by Fear Factory hits. Niq Kross comes out behind him, looking just as stern as his partner. Helton says something back to Kross which causes him to run up to his 'partner,' immediately getting into his ear. The two continue to argue as they walk to the ring, ignoring the crowd on hand.

Chambers: Introducing first, the challengers, weighing in at a combined weight of 485 pounds, the team of Christian Helton and Niq Kross... THE PARAGONS OF WRESTLING!!!

Leppard: Look at 'em, already bickering. I'm telling you, it's over!

The drums to 'Scream Aim Fire' can be heard through the arena, then the guitars kick in causing the lights to flash between green and blue lights. A few moments later, Jason Taylor and Hector Venegas step out onto the stage to boos from the fans with their belts wrapped around their waists. Jason goes to each end of the stage, shouting at some of the people in the crowd before the two begin to make their way down the ramp. As the reach the end of the ramp, they both slide in under the bottom rope and quickly get back to their feet. Jason and Hector don't pay attention to the crowd now, they simply go to their corner and begin to discuss strategy.

Chambers: Their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 425 pounds, they are The VWA Tag Team Champions... JASON TAYLOR AND HECTOR VENEGAS!!!

Leppard: And these guys are just ready to rip the Paragons a part.

Flash: If - like you said - they don't do it first.

*DING DING DING*

The arguing continues as Hector Venegas looks to start things off for his team. Christian finally throws his hands up in frustration and exits as Niq begins to circle. He locks up with Venegas and quickly pulls him down into a headlock. He wrenches his head a few times before Hector pushes Kross into the ropes. He throws Kross off who comes back with a big shoulder tackle. Venegas backs into the rope and Kross drops down in front of him. As he comes back, Kross gets up underneath Venegas and lifts him up for a big Flapjack. Veengas pops up to his feet holding his chest, only for Niq to slide into a Half Nelson. He then leaps forward and plants Venegas onto his face. He immediatly starts to apply his Rings of Saturn style submission, but Venegas struggles to kick to the ropes.

Flash: Niq Kross is trying to end things right away.

Leppard: Don't they always?

Flash: Well, no. Some people like to be more methodical.

Venegas, a bit enraged at the thought of losing so fast, rushes Kross from the other side of the ring. Niq leaps up and flips Venegas into the middle rope throat first with a Hurricanrana. He then leaps up and puts both feet into Venegas' back, yanking back on the top rope to choke Hector on the middle. The referee tries to force the break of the hold.

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Niq backs off his man and Venegas crawls to his corner as fast as he can, tagging in Taylor. Kross looks over at Helton, who extends his hand for a tag. Kross blows him off, turning his attention to Taylor.

Leppard: Hah! I told you Flashy, this marriage is over! SOmeone get the divorce papers.

Taylor enters the ring slowly, then explodes for a Lariat attempt. Nig ducks under it and runs into the ropes, coming back with a big Spear on Jason as he whips around. Niq attempts for a pin, but Taylor kicks out immediatly. He pulls Taylor up and looks to his corner. He whips Taylor towards Helton, but Taylor reverses and throws Niq back first into his own corner. Taylor comes charging in and eats a boot. Niq hops up onto the turnbuckle when Helton tags himself in. Niq looks down at him none too pleased.

Flash: I don't see how these guys can win if they aren't going to work as a unit...

Leppard: You really do care too much. Fuck the Paragons, it's over, deal with it.

Helton comes in and immedaitly eats a leaping knee strike to the face. The strike sends Helton spinning around to a kneel, clutching his jaw. Niq measures Taylor from the top rope still and leaps for a Cross Body Block, trying to leap over his downed partner. Taylor grabs Helton around the torso and yanks him up to his feet and in the way, making Kross slam onto his partner, driving him to the mat.

Leppard: Oh... this is simply beautiful.

Kross gets up, grabbing his head. The referee starts forcing him back to his corner since he's not the legal man, but Taylor has other things on his mind. He charges him looking for another flying knee, but Niq ducks in the corner and back drops Taylor over onto the apron. He turns and blasts him with an Forearm Shiver that sends Taylor spilling to the floor. As the referee continues to yell at him, he turns around and eats a big boot from Helton as he charges in with his Yakuza Kick. The crowd collectively gasps.

Flash: Helton just kicked Kross right in the teeth!

Leppard: And... DONE! YUSS!

Helton then backs up and leaps, hooking Kross by the head and driving him face first into the mat with his COmplete Shot. He then rolls out to the floor. And reaches into the crowd and pulls a man out of his seat, where he finds a steel chair. He grabs it and comes back into the ring as Niq is trying to get up. The referee grabs the chair, but Helton shoves the referee to the ground with it. The referee starts yelling at Tamzin as Helton swings and blasts Niq over the back of the head with the chair. He then spikes it on the ground and rolls out of the ring, walking up the ramp.

Leppard: ~And it is over. And it is over. I was ri-ight and you were wro-ong.~

Flash: Stop singing, it's creepy. Needless to say, unfortunately you were right partner. I... can't deny that the paragons are done after that...

Leppard: My question is, why isn't the ref counting him out? He's the legal man! Finish it!

Chambers:Ladies and Gentlemen, as a result of a disqualification, Christian Helton has been... ELIMINATED!!!

Leppard: Uh... oh.

Jason Taylor slides back into the ring, making sure to keep out of Helton's path to the lockeroom. He looks around for a second with a smirk on his face. He hooks the half nelson and rolls Niq over onto his back and hooks him for the pin.

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Taylor pulls Niq's head up off the mat with a grin on his face. He pulls Niq up and drags him to his corner.

Flash: Okay. He's done... just pin him. He doesn't need-

Leppard: Bullshit he doesn't. He's going straight to hell with this move.

Taylor tags in his partner and hops up on the turnbuckle. Hector picks Niq up for a suplex and lifts him over head so that his legs catch around Jason's head. Jason then drives Niq down with an Accordian Super Bomb while Hector yanks him down with a Neckbreaker. Niq stacks up high on the back of his head, his legs forced down around his neck. Venegas throws himself over Niq still folded up.

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'Scream Aim Fire' hits the speakers and the fans boo loudly as Venegas gets to his feet, smirking wickedly in the process.

Chambers: Here are your winners and still VWA Tag Team Champions... JASON TAYLOR AND HECTOR VENEGAS!!!

Leppard: And the Paragons are dead, don't forget that Tamzin!

Flash: This has to be the shortest elimination tag match in history...

Hector and Jason are once again presented with their belts. The hold them high over their heads as they stand over a double crossed Kross. The absorb the boos of the crowd for a few more moments before heading to the back. The scene fades to the interview space set up for Purgatory. Mr. E stands in front of the backdrop, a mic in his hands and a slightly nervous expression on what is visible of his face. It's apparent he is waiting for someone since he is alone... but he's not alone for long, since the person he is waiting for bumps into him from behind. It's not much of an impact, a slight bump really - but it's enough to cause for the masked interviewer to jump, turning around quickly as a girlish shriek of surprise escapes his lips. With him out of the way, the viewers at home finally get a look at the blond young woman responsible for Mr. E's little freak-out. An apologetic expression on her face, she is quick to try to calm him down. There's a slight southern twang to her voice, but it's not nearly enough to slow her words.

???: Oh Heavens... I'm sorry about that, sugah. I wasn't payin' any attention to where I was goin'.

The southern belle smiles warmly, gently patting his shoulder. After a moment to gather himself - and a sigh of relief - he regains his composure.

Mr. E: Ah, you must be Natalie Burrows.

Natalie: That I am, sugah. Are you alright? You look like a goose just walked over your grave...

Mr. E: Oh, I-I'm just fine! Couldn't be better.

...and a little too fast to respond, if the way that Natalie is looking at him is any indicator. She's polite, though, and lets it drop by not calling him on it. Satisfied that he has regained control of the situation, he continues, a smile on his lips.

Mr. E: Anyway, what are you lookin' to accomplish here in VWA?

Natalie: I'm here for the same reason as everyone else, Mr. E - I'm here to make a livin' and to make a name for myself. I'm not afraid of workin' hard to get the job done, and I'm not above gettin' my hands dirty to do it. If I have my way, my name will be remembered right alongside of the greats like Rekkah Starr and September... it'll take time, but I'm sure that I can get there.

Short and sweet... and simple to boot. It's enough to catch the masked interviewer off-guard for a moment, what with how most of his interviewees could go on and on without needing to take a breath. He's quick to recover.

Mr. E: Well I, for one, look forward to seeing what you bring to the table here in VWA. Thanks for your time tonight, Natalie.

Natalie: My pleasure.

Another light pat on his shoulder and Natalie makes her exit, Mr. E watching her go. The camera cuts to ringside.

Leppard: Ooh, who was that?

Flash: Weren't you paying attention? That was Natalie Burrows, one of our newest roster members. Why are you asking about her, anyway? She seems like a nice enough gi--

Leppard: And it's the seemingly nice girls that end up being the kinky freaks behind closed doors, Flashy! Even if she is as innocent as you think she is, I bet that I could corrupt her faster than you can lose another title--

The familiar sound of Leppard's head slamming into the desk is heard as the camera cuts to a commercial, with the fans still excited for what's left of the show.

We cut backstage, to where we find the one half of the former Tag-Team champions, Christian Helton. He's walking backstage furiously, and running behind him is Connor McCloud. McCloud catches up with him and steps in front of him, blocking his exit.

McCloud: Chris! Chris! Chris what the hell are you thinking?! What are you doing!?

Helton stops and so does McCloud. McCloud stops pushing him and stands face to face with a fuming Christian Helton.

Helton: I tell you what I'm doing... I'm washing my hands. I'm sick and tired of people thinking I'm the weak one. That I'm the one that needs to be carried all while I lead that useless piece of shit to victory. Everyone thinks I need help, I mean hell, that's why you brought Niq to VWA in the first place, right? To replace me?

McCloud: Chris come on man, you know that's not tr--

Helton: You know what? Save it. I don't care anymore. Everyone thinks so little of me, well they're all gonna see. They're all gonna realize what the real Christian Helton is capable of.

Christian walks away from Connor McCloud, the man that brought him into VWA. McCloud stands in shock at his now former partner's betrayal.

McCloud: What about everything we talked about? What about being Paragons of Wrestling?

Helton stops dead in his tracks and slowly turns around. He gets right into his former fellow POW's face,

Helton: Fuck being a Paragon. Burn... in... Hell.

Helton looks to turn around but instead just spits right in his supposed best friend's face. The crowd could be heard booing over the titantron. McCloud turns around to wipe the spit off and looks to retaliate but as he turns back, Helton walks off quickly, leaving McCloud left wiping the spit off his face and watching his former friend abandon him. Connor shakes his head and the scene cuts to a commercial for Chaos.



The scene fades from the Chaos commercial and circle around the arena at the thousands of cheering fans. They're all excited for the show, as it comes to a stop at Flash and Leppard at ringside.

Chambers: The fatal four way is scheduled for one fall and will determine the #1 contender to the VWA Women's Championship!

'Hell & Consequences' begins as the lights flash blue and white. Amy steps out onto the stage and stops at the top of the ramp, hands on her hips and smiling at the crowd. As the song screams ‘Yeah!’ and the heavy drums start, a shower of tiny blue sparks fall behind her from the top of the entrance set. After about ten seconds, the sparks stop and Amy flips her hair over to one side then starts down the ramp, waving at fans along the way.

Chambers: Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 155 pounds... AMY CHASTAINE!!!

She gets to the ring as the first verse ends, and enters the ring using the ring steps. She runs to the opposite corner and hops up on the second rope, posing for the fans. Just as the first chorus is finishing, she steps up to the top rope and moonsaults off of it, landing perfectly on her feet. The music stops and the lights stop flashing as she bends over, hand resting just above her knees, waiting for her opponents.

Flash: Amy Chastaine's most recent match saw her score a victory over Jiera Bayha on Chaos, but Jiera got revenge on Amy by assaulting her backstage at Rapture.

Leppard: Is that supposed to be your way of telling everybody that Amy actually has a chance of winning this match? Because last time I checked, she was a shit wrestler who owned a shit company. Therefore, she's already lost this match.

Flash: Do you really have to act that way towards her all the time?

Leppard: Yes Flashy, because the thought of that... thing... in the ring right now holding the Women's Title would be the worst thing to ever happen to this company since Count Fagula came back and won the Supernova Title again.

'Save Me' plays through the loud speaker as Brittany Lohan walks through the curtain, not bothering to stop to consider the fans. Her eyes are always on the ring and the women she is determined to overcome. She slowly but confidently makes her way down to the ring, a smirk eternally present on her face.

Chambers: Her opponent from San Diego, California, weighing in at 200 pounds... BRITTANY LOHAN!!!

She stops walking at the end of the ramp and thrusts both arms into the arms proudly, as a pyrotechnic displays goes off behind her. The display ceases as she lowers her arms, smirk still present upon her lips. She continues her long trek down to the ring, walks up the ring steps, and gets inside the ring. She ascends the middle turnbuckle, once again thrusting her arms into the air to signify her confidence. She then hops down off of the turnbuckle to look upon her foe.

Flash: Out of the three women originally announced for this match, Lohan was the only one that wasn't assaulted backstage by Jiera.

Leppard: Yeah, but she was pinned in the middle of the ring by Jiera, so that's not really much better if you ask me.

Flash: I wasn't. Anyways, Lohan has seemingly aligned herself with Blake Mason in the hopes of trying to turn her career around. Whether or not it will work remains to be seen...

'Breaking the Silence' begins to play as the lights dim, replaced by flashing violet lights on the stage and ceiling. Rose steps out onto the stage, her head lowered as she walks to the ramp, not even paying attention to the crowd. She walks up the ring steps and steps between the bottom and middle ropes into the ring. Once there, she doesn't look up at her opponent until the bell rings.

Chambers: Their opponent, from Des Moines, Iowa, weighing in at 140 pounds... BLACK ROSE!!!

Flash: Black Rose picked up a victory on Rapture over Sammy Mac-Summers before Jiera assaulted her backstage.

Leppard: I think Rose may be the only one in this match I like. Everybody else just plain sucks for one reason or another.

'Domination' hits the speakers as the overhead lights dim, the stage bathed in a chaotic mish-mash of colored lights. Bobbing her head to the music, Jiera Bayha emerges with her fists raised in the air - once fully out on the ramp, she jumps up and down a couple times with that ever-present sneer on her lips.

Chambers: Their opponent, from Montpelier, Vermont, weighing in at 184 pounds... JIERA BAYHA!!!

Multi-colored lights flash along the sides of the ramp as Jiera barrels down it to the ring; sliding in on her stomach, she quickly climbs to her feet before pacing back and forth, eyes glued on her opponents.

Flash: Jiera Bayha wasn't initially in this match, but a plan by Rapture GM Anastagio Armanno saw Jiera assault both Amy Chastaine and Black Rose backstage and cap it off with a win over Brittany Lohan, causing Armanno to insert her into this contest.

Leppard: Jiera may have the momentum coming into this match because of that, but there's a difference between assaulting someone backstage and actually beating them in the ring.

Flash: She beat Lohan in the ring, though.

Leppard: True, but Lohan hasn't had anything going for her in a long time. The fact that she's seeking help from Blake Mason of all people just proves how far she's fallen.

*DING DING DING*

Lohan, Chastaine, and Rose all look at one another briefly befure turning their gaze towards Jiera, who's motioning for them to bring it on. All three of them nod to one another before they all rush Jiera, quickly getting the advantage and beating her down with the 3-on-1 advantage. They pull her up and Chastaine bitch slaps Jiera, and she turns right into a spinning heel kick from Rose! Lohan backs up as Rose and Chastaine pull Jiera to her feet and hold her in the corner, allowing Lohan to charge in full steam and squash her with an avalanche! Jiera falls to the mat gasping for breath, and Lohan drops and elbow across her chest. As B-Lo gets to her feet, she's removed from the temporary partnership when Chastaine dropkicks her, backflipping into a dropsault onto Bayha! Lohan ends up tumbling out of the ring as a result, and the referee quickly dives into position because of Amy's cover.

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Black Rose quickly stomps the back of Chastaine's head to break the count. She pulls Amy to her feet and rakes her eyes. Chastaine stumbles back into the ropes trying to get her vision back, and Rose grabs her and runs her out to the center of the ring with a running bulldog.

Flash: Well, that partnership ended abruptly.

Leppard: I can't believed they all just ganged up on Jiera like that!

Flash: After what Jiera did to them all on Rapture, did you think they'd just forget?

Rose backs away to allow Chastaine room to get up. Meanwhile, Lohan has recovered and is now pulling Jiera out of the ring, hiting her with a few right hands to the face. Chastaine gets to her feet as Rose bounces off the ropes, catching her with a running knee lift to the chin. Jiera starts trying to fight back with some rught hands of her own, but Lohan stuns her with a big headbutt. Rose pulls Chastaine to her feet in a front facelock and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. On the outside, Lohan lifts Jiera above her head in a military press. Rose leaps off the turnbuckle and drives Chastaine's skull into the mat with a tornado DDT as B-Lo drops Jiera from the military press into a flapjack that cauises Jiera's throat to be dropped acrposs the top of the guardrail!

Flash: Lohan just dropped Jiera right across the guardrail!

Leppard: There's too much action all over the place. I can't concentrate under these conditions.

Rose steps out onto the apron and waits for Chastaine to get up. When she starts to rise, Rose goes to springboard off the top rope but Lohan grabs her leg just as she jumps and pulls her down, her face bouncing off the apron hard! Lohan grabs Rose by the hair and throws her facefirst into the ringpost before she slides into the ring. B-Lo grabs Chastaine and irish whips her into the ropes, looking for a big boot on Amy's return but she ducks it. Chastaine rebounds off the opposite set of ropes and catches Lohan as she turns around with a headscissors takedown! Lohan gets up but is quickly returned to the mat with a running enziguri from Amy.

Leppard: Well, so much for B-Lo's momentum.

Lohan slowly gets back to her feet as Amy bounces off the ropes behind her and catches Lohan with a bulldog. On the outside, Jiera and Black Rose have both recovered and are now in a slugfest with one another. Jiera blocks one of Rose's strikes and takes her over with an arm drag. Rose gets up and swings again, but Jiera blocks this shot as well and turns it into an armbreaker. Jiera pulls Rose to her feet and throws her headfirst into the steel steps! Jiera backs away as Rose slowly gets to a slumping position near the steps. The punk bitch charges forward with a yakuza kick and sandwiches Rose's skull between her boot and the steel steps! The fans are booing as a few in the front row wince at the impact. Jiera just smirks as she leans over Rose.

Jiera: After I give you head trauma, bitch, you'll have an excuse to need your brain checked.

Inside the ring, Amy bounces off the ropes as Lohan is up on her feet. Chastaine jumps for a crossbody attempt, but immediately regrets it as B-Lo catches her and slams her down hard to the mat! Chastaine clutches at her back before Lohan drops a leg across her throat. She grabs Amy's head and applies a twisting chinlock, trying to rip Amy's head off her shoulders. The referee checks in with Amy, but she refuses to submit. Jiera hops up onto the apron and springboards of the top rope, connecting with the Imperium to the back of Lohan's head! This flips B-Lo forward into an inadvertant twisted neck snap on Chastaine! Jiera just smirks as Lohan is clutching the back of her head and Amy is holding her jaw.

Flash: Jiera's just trying to hurt everybody in this match right now.

Leppard: After what she did on Rapture, she's somewhat the freshest person in this match. She's trying to capitalize on that by continuing to be vicious.

Lohan starts to get to her feet, but Jiera bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Lohan in the knees, which ends up causing her to fall onto Chastaine with an inadvertant splash! Jiera quickly pulls B-Lo off to prevent a pin attempt and takes her to the mat with a russian leg sweep. Jiera brings Lohan back to her feet, but only long enough to connect with a swinging neckbreaker. Jiera sees Amy starting to slolwy get to her feet, clutching at her ribs. The punk bitch bounces off the ropes and catches Chastaine with a Lou Thesz press, immediately landing shot after shot to Amy's face and jaw as the referee tries to pry her off. When he does, Jiera shoots him a death glare that causes him to quickly back away. Jiera grabs Chastaine and pulls her over to the ropes so she can apply a tarantula. The referee lays in the five count because of the usage of the ropes, but he just makes it to three before Black Rose breaks it up with a big front dropkick on the outside to Jiera's shoulders!

Flash: Jiera was so caught up in trying to hurt Chastaine, she forgot about Black Rose on the outside!

Jiera ends up letting go of the tarantula as she tumbles to the floor outside the ring and Amy falls facefirst to the canvas. Rose slides into the ring and positions Chastaine so that she can bounce off the ropes and connect with a baseball slide that forces Chastaine out to the floor as well. Rose climbs to the top rope, targeting Brittany Lohan as she is getting to her feet. Lohan turns around and is hit with a missile dropkick that sends her flying back and tumbling through the ropes to the floor. Rose steps out onto the apron and takes one look behind her to make sure everything is in place. Jiera, Amy, and B-Lo are all slowly getting to their feet all in a bunch. With that, Rose springboards off the ropes into an asai moonsault that takes all three of them out at once! The fans can't help but cheer for that move even if they dislike Black Rose.

Flash: Black Rose just took out everybody!

Leppard: I told you Rose was the only one in this match actually worth watching. But you never listen to me, do you Flashy?

Flash just rolls his eyes at Lepp's comments. Meanwhile, Rose grabs Bayha by the hair and throws her back into the ring before sliding in herself. She begins to blatantly choke Jiera, only letting go when the referee threatens to disqualify her. Shebacks off to allow Jiera time to get to her feet before bouncing off the ropes and taking Jiera over with a sunset flip.

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Jiera kicks out! Both women get back to their feet and Jiera gains the advantage by raking Rose's eyes. She bounces off the ropes and catches the blinded Rose with a jumping clothesline! Jiera swings her arms bavck and forth before dropping into a pendulum elbow drop across Rose's chest. Jiera pulls Black Rose up by the air just enough so she can lock on a dragon sleeper. The referee checks in to see if Rose is going to submit, but Rose doesn't give him an answer. He grabs Rose arm and is about to test it to see if she's out or not, but Lohan slides back into the ring and breaks the submission up with a stiff clubbing blow to the back of Jiera's neck area. She hooks Jiera and hoists her up for a possible suplex, but Jiera manages to kick her legs enough to force Lohan to drop her. Jiera uses the ropes to allow her to wrap her legs around B-Lo's neck and fall back into a hanging traingle choke over the ropes!

Leppard: Come on Jiera! Choke that Bitch!

Flash: Can you please do us all a favor and never say that again?

Leppard: Up yours, Flashy!

The referee lays in the five count and Jiera lets go of the hold at four, falling onto th apron as Lohan drops to her hands and knees gasping for air. Jiera pulls herself up and is about to re-enter the ring when a recovered Black Rose suddenly uses Lohan as a stepladder to propel her up into a big front dropkick that hits Jiera and sends her flying off the apron into the guardrail!

Flash: Where the hell did Black Rose come from!?

Chastaine has recovere don the outside and is now pulling the hurting Jiera to her feet, planting her facefirst into the mats on the outside. Rose positions Lohan and turns her back to her, possibly for a standing moonsault kneedrop, but Chastaine hops up onto the apron and catches Rose's attention. Rose goes over to her and she and Chastaine begin trading blows as the referee checks on Lohan. Rose ducks a swing from Amy and spits green mist right into her eyes! Chastaine is blinded and barely staying on the apron until Jiera grabs her ankle and pulls her off, causing her face to bounce off the apron! Jiera pulls Amy away from the apron and catches her with a jab to the throat. Chastaine blindly swings at her, and Jiera easily ducks and plants Chastaine facefirst onto the floor with The Breakdown!

Flash: Jiera doing some damage to Amy Chastaine out on the floor after Black Rose blinded her with that mist.

Leppard: Yeah, but if I were Rose I wouldn't turn around right now.

Obviously unable to hear Leppard's advice, Rose turns around and is met with a headbutt from Lohan! B-Lo grabs her by the arm and irish whips her, pulling her back for a short arm lariat, but Rose ducks the lariat and hooks Lohan before connecting with th Rose Petal! Rose goes for the cover as Jiera is busy measuring Chastaine on the floor for a possible Hostile Intent.

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Jiera sees Rose's cover and tries to dive into the ring to break it up, but she's a little too late!

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The bell rings and 'Breaking the Silence' begins to play again as the referee raises the hand of an exhausted Black Rose. Jiera is pounding the mat in frustration as part of her body still hangs out of the ring. Chastaine had slowly been getting up on the outside but now falls back to the floor.

Chambers: Here is your winner... BLACK ROSE!!!

Flash: Black Rose manages to secure a huge victory and earn herself a shot at the Women's Title!

Leppard: What did I tell you Flashy? Black Rose was the best one in this match and she just proved it. Suck on that!

Flash: Jiera Bayha came so close to breaking the count up but it was not to be. Black Rose has earned the right to challenge for the Women's Title against euther Paige Michaels or Syn Skyler.

The scene cuts away from the ring, to a backstage corridor where Blood Reign is standing with his VWA Pure Championship. He doesn't seem to be in the best of moods, even for him. There isn't another person in sight, and that might be for the best because the look on his face gives the impression that even looking at him the wrong way, would end poorly for the person that did it.

Reign: What you all saw tonight, was what you all want to see as the end. You all want to declare my era dead, you all want to believe that your heroes are safe again. Once again, you people find yourselves filling your heads with lies, hopes of things that will never become a reality for this company. That's all you people ever do, you hold out your dreams and refuse to accept that they are nothing more. Another man that refuses to give up his foolish dream, is none other than Connor McCloud. You didn't listen to my warnings, you were foolish enough to come back and try and take my title! Your foolishness is going to be your downfall, your attachment to this belt, something that I won't simply allow you to have again. You tainted this belt once before, do you think I'm going to let you do it again? When it comes to being pure Connor, you're nothing compared to me. You lie to yourself about who you are, you lie to those people about who you are, you constantly show that the things you are quick to denounce...Are the things you wish to feel, you want to know what it's like to crack another mans skull open with a chair. You want to feel their blood on your hands, you have all the same desires that I do Connor...Only difference is, you deny they exist within you, while I embrace them. I'm everything you want to be Connor, and that's why you're here tonight. You want to once again witness what you can never be, you want to try and beat me to prove that the lies you tell yourself, are all true. You need this win to try and rebuild the foundation to your hypocrisy, you need this win for you to believe that you really are the man you think. This belt used to stand for everything you did, this belt was made to justify your every lie and mask your every flaw. The Pure Championshp was nothing more than a mask, something for you to hide behind.

You keep telling yourself that I disrespect this championship, you call this belt your legacy. Any legacy you had Connor, ends tonight, the final chapter will be written with your blood on the canvas. Those people are going to sit there and watch as you foolishly try to reclaim what you think is your legacy, but it's a part of my legacy, that belt is around the waist of a man that truly stands for everything this title is meant to.You want to rid VWA of me not because it's better for this company, not because of the foolish things you claim to believe in...But for protection, for you to have one less thing to fear in this business. But Connor, you won't take me out of VWA. I've come too far now to simply let you take this away, the only man that is going to be removed from this company is you Connor, because between the two of us? You're the one that doesn't deserve to be here, you're the one that doesn't deserve this championship. Everytime you call yourself pure, everytime you call yourself the real Pure Champion...All you're doing is trying to make yourself believe it, but after tonight? Nothing you can tell yourself will make you believe that you really deserve this title.

No confident smirk, just a cold gaze in this eyes of the man that intends to destroy McCloud.

Reign: Tonight is about one thing, and it's not going to be you taking back this Pure Championship. No, tonight is about your destruction, tonight that belt leaves with the only one that is truly pure.

Blood Reign shakes his head and walks away from the screen, as the fans in the arena can be heard booing loudly. The scene fades from the view of the wall to a commercial.

Purgatory is back, and the cameras are focused on the doors to the arena. The cameraman's hand is shown as he pushes the door open and steps outside to the streets of New York. Headlights, streetlights, and a lone finger is standing before us, and who else would it be? Royalty in Exile. The camera gets closer to Erick Kennylz, just a few minutes away from the biggest fight of his career.

Kennylz: Tonight's the night...

The hooded man turns around and continues to stand under the cold moonlight. His eyes focused and ready for whatever may come.

Kennylz: My the night... the night where years of work, and suffering, and pain... they all actually mean something. Everything I've done, everything I've lost, it's lead me to this point, steered me onto this path. This road that I'm on... I know what it is, and I'm not blinded by the light. This road to success is nothing more than a dead end street. I know this path, is nothing more then a path of self destruction, but I can't spend another day wondering if I can walk that path, that road. When I think of everything I've lost to get to this point, all of those people, all of those feelings, I just need to know... if it was all in vain. I need to know if everything was lost for nothing. The minute I walked into the VWA, I tempted fate, and I tempted Exile. I was never supposed to be anything more then nothing and yet here I stand, seconds from meeting what the world has to offer. I've spilled a hell of a lot of blood getting to this point, to be the World Champion. It's something that I found dying for, worth killing for, and worth treading this one way dead end street to Hell for. Tonight is the night where I become the VWA World Heavyweight Champion... and I know I could talk and talk and talk about how important it is to me... but tonight... I don't feel like talking. I feel like taking and tonight I'm gonna take everything away from Pat Laba. Tonight I go... from Exile... to Eternity... and there's not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me.

He continues to stand under the light, continues to stand under the moon. Not a lot to say from the number one contender as he heads into the biggest match of his career, and as we head back to ringside.

Flash: Kennylz obviously isn't in much a talkative mood here tonight...

Leppard: That's because that chicken shit street rat is terrified of winning..that's why he's a loser.

Chambers: The following contest is a Pure Wrestling Rules match and it is for the VWA Pure Championship!

'Lay My Burden Down' blares over the PA system now and the fans cheer. Out from the curtain comes the former VWA Pure Champion, Connor McCloud. Decked out in his usual TapouT hoodie, McCloud doesn't appear to be his usual confident self, instead he's slow and more deliberate with each pace on the stage. His usual pyro goes off, but he pays no attention to it as he walks down to the ring, his hood hanging over his head. McCloud stops at the ring and looks around at the crowd underneath his hood. We can't see his face, but from underneath the hood we see a small smirk cross his face and McCloud quickly flips the hood back. He slides underneath the bottom rope and into the ring.

Flash: McCloud looks focused here tonight. He wants to show the world that his style of wrestling is superior. The only question is, will he succeed here?

Leppard: Just because Blood Reign can't use weapons, everybody wants to count him out. Well I've seen the two most dangerous weapons that guy's used, and they're both hanging off the ends of his arms. Blood Reign will not be stopped here.

Chambers: Introducing first, the challenger, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 220 pounds... CONNOR McCLOUD!!!

McCloud jumps up onto the top rope and looks around at the crowd. He points around the arena, who once again return with cheers and applause. McCloud jumps down from the top rope and runs across the ring, bouncing off of both sets of ropes. McCloud continues to warm up in his corner, kicking the bottom rope and shadow boxing. He quickly unzips his sweatshirt and tosses outside and he continues to get himself ready. He's clearly focused, more focused then we've seen him over the last few months. That focus comes with good reasoning too as suddenly, the lights in the arena cut out, and the crowd begins to boo.

Flash: Connor of course created that Pure Championship, and feels he's the one who should carry the division and not Blood Reign. You can bet that McCloud is going to be doing everything he can to get that championship back.

Leppard: Please Flashy, if he did everything he could at Creating Chaos he would still be champion. But he had to let that whole bullshit “Paragon” thing cloud his judgment. The last thing VWA needs is a champion who doesn't play by the rules.

'King Nothing' begins to play inside the darkened arena. As the song slow begins to pick up, red lights flood the arena. When the lights turn on, Blood Reign is standing on the stage with a sickening grin on his face and The VWA Pure Championship around his waist. The sight of him of course causes the fans to boo loudly, but Blood Reign doesn't care. All he's focused on is the man standing in the ring, and rightfully so given their history. Reign unclips his belt and thrusts it above his head, as pyro blasts from the stage, causing the crowd to boo even more. Blood Reign drops the belt to his shoulder, as he smirks down at Connor McCoud.

Chambers: His opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 275 pounds, he is The VWA Pure Champion... BLOOD REIGN!!!

Leppard: Two down, one more to go. I can't wait for Blood Reign to fionally finish off these fucking Paragons once and for all.

Flash: Granted, it hasn't been a very good night for McCloud and the rest of the POW, we seemingly wintnessed the implosion of that alliance, but can McCloud keep his head in the game long enough to thwart the very dangerous, the very deadly Blood Reign?

Blood Reign paces down the ramp taking his time and ignoring the fans; he grabs onto the ropes when he reaches ringside and pulls himself onto the apron and then looks in the ring at McCloud with a grin on his face as he steps over the ropes into the ring. He tosses his Pure Championship to the ref and comes face to face with Rolento, not backing down from him for a second. The fans explode with cheers for the encounter, as both men grit their teeth, ready to get the show on the road. The ref pulls them apart for a moment, as the music cuts and he hands Blood Reign's belt off to the referee, who holds it up high and handing off to the time keeper before calling for the bell.

Leppard: You know I was never a fan of that belt until Blood Reign became champion. Finally, a pure champion we can appreciate. A champion who has true morals and concrete beliefs, unlike that self righteous ass clown McCloud.

Flash: This is for more then a championship, this is for redemption. Will McCloud be able to redeem himself, or will Blood Reign continue his massive roll and keep the Era of Pure Violence moving?

*DING DING DING*

Blood Reign and Connor McCloud meet in the middle of the ring for a staredown. The crowd is throughougly behind the former champion and Blood Reign seems none too pleased with this notion. Blood Reign shoves McCloud. Connor bounces back off the ropes and nails a big elbow to the side of the head of Blood Reign. McCloud quickly unleashes a series of small leg kicks to try and work the bigger man over, but the power of Blood Reign is too much as he just shoves Connor with one hand and tosses him into the corner. Blood Reign nails several fists to the stomach of his opponent and whips him to the other corner. McCloud hits the turnbuckles and Blood Reign comes charging. McCloud moves out of the way and hits the adjacent ropes. He ducks a clothesline from Blood Reign and slides underneath the champion's legs. Blood Reign turns around and gets a deep armdrag from the challenger. Blood Reign gets up quickly and McCloud takes him down with yet another armdrag. Blood Reign gets up once more, but this time hesitates and sees McCloud ready and waiting for him. The crowd cheers as the men once again begin to circle each other. McCloud nods at Blood Reign and the two lock up in the middle of the ring. Blood Reign is clearly the stronger of the two as he drags McCloud around the ring with the collar tie up. McCloud however is able to maneuver out of it and locks Blood Reign into a hammerlock. Blood Reign counters into an arm wrench of his own. McCloud grabs a hold of the top rope and flips backwards, reversing the torque and applying a hammerlock once again. Blood Reign fights out of it with elbows to the head. McCloud lets go of Blood Reign, who again rushes Connor, and again gets another arm drag. Connor stands over Blood Reign, keeping the pressure on him with knees to the back of the head. Blood Reign is on the canvas as McCloud backs off into the ropes and drops a big knee into the top of the head of the champion. McCloud rolls back up to his feet and Blood Reign gets up, holding his head. McCloud charges at the champion, but Blood Reign explodes through him with a vicious clothesline that nearly takes his head off. Blood Reign smirks as he looms over the former champion.

Leppard: McCloud was building momentum and then BAM! Blood Reign just stopped it dead. That's what happens when you up against the new era malevolence, Blood Reign.

Flash: It was impressive, but it's still too early to tell, Leppard.

McCloud is trying to sit up, but he's finding it difficult with Blood Reign's boot hitting his face. Blood Reign is just taunting him as he tries to get back to his feet. Blood Reign hits the ropes and comes back with a huge boot to the side of the head that sends McCloud back to the canvas. Blood Reign makes the cover.

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Connor McCloud kicks out. Blood Reign doesn't look surprised as he brings Connor back to his feet, smirking as he does so. Blood Reign hits a few knees to the midsection and tosses him once again into the corner. Blood Reign delivers another knee to the midsection and a hard chop to the chest. He nails another hard chop the chest and once again smirks as the crowd boos. Blood Reign runs back and nails a clothesline to the Ego Death. Blood Reign pulls Connor out and then sends him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Blood Reign takes McCloud down to the mat with a back body drop and immediately locks the sitting superstar in a rear chinlock. With both hands wrapped around McCloud's chin and a knee to his back, Blood Reign pulls back, stretching and tearing the Paragon apart. The crowd begins cheering and clapping, trying to will McCloud on and it seems like he's trying to fight out of it. Somehow, McCloud is able to get to a vertical base. He hits an elbow to the gut of Blood Reign and Blood Reign breaks the hold. McCloud goes to hit the ropes but Blood Reign grabs a handful of hair and McCloud slams back down to the canvas. The crowd boos the Pure Champion, who just scoffs them off. Blood Reign goes back to work on his challenger.

Flash: Reign remains in control during the early goings of this match...

Leppard: Anybody else having some flashbacks? And if those flashbacks are any indication... then I'd say Blood Reign's about to put an end to Mr. Paragon right here.

Blood Reign stomps on his opponent before picking him back up to his feet. Blood Reign nails a big uppercut that sends McCloud backward into the ropes. McCloud just sits there as Blood Reign backs off, smirks and then charges for a clothesline. McCloud however, is able to duck and pull the top rope down with him. Blood Reign falls up and over the rope and crashes hard on the arena floor. The crowd cheers as McCloud slowly gets back up to his feet. Blood Reign is up, using the apron for leverage. McCloud looks quickly and rushes into the ropes. He comes back and executes suicide dive, driving his forearm into the face of Blood Reign. Connor lets out a loud roar much to the delight of the crowd as he jumps back to his feet, getting a second wind. Blood Reign is on all fours as McCloud delivers a kick to the side of the head. McCloud helps Blood Reign back to his feet and slams him back first into the ring apron. McCloud jumps up onto the apron with one foot and with the other delivers a big kick to the temple of the Pure Champion. The crowd cheers as the modified enziguri takes the champion off his feet and down to his knees. McCloud once again jumps up on the apron, the ref's count is at 7 as Blood Reign rises to his feet. McCloud runs off the apron and takes Blood Reign down with a big hurricanrana! The crowd cheers as Connor takes Blood Reign over and out with the headscissors. Blood Reign rolls back to his feet, but is still dazed and disoriented. McCloud is once again on the apron as he jumps on the second rope and executes a huge Asai moonsault! McCloud rolls underneath the bottom rope and waits for Blood Reign to get back up. Connor is lying in wait for Blood Reign, who's hand reaches the bottom rope and pulls himself back into the ring.

Flash: Connor's using his speed to his advantage here with those quick high offense attacks. He needs to keep the pressure on Blood Reign if he wants to win that Pure Championship back.

Leppard: Don't you worry your pretty little head about it Flashy, Blood Reign is gonna come back, and come back hard.

Connor keeps the pressure on Blood Reign with several stomps to him as he tries to get back up. Payback from earlier, McCloud taunts Blood Reign with every stomp. Blood Reign is up and McCloud hits a big knee and an Irish Whip. Blood Reign is sent into the corner. McCloud charges and nails a high knee to the face. McCloud jumps over Blood Reign and is able to keep himself on the top rope. Blood Reign stumbles out of the corner where McCloud is perched and waiting. Blood Reign turns around and McCloud leaps with a huge missile dropkick that sends Blood Reign to the mat. The crowd cheers again as McCloud hooks the leg.

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Blood Reign kicks out and the crowd boos. Connor keeps the pressure on him as he throws his leg over Blood Reign's chest and grabs his arm. He leans back, locking Blood Reign in a crucifix armbar! The crowd cheers as McCloud arches his back and applies more pressure on the shoulder. Blood Reign is trying his best to fight out of it, but Connor as the move locked in and all of his weight on the shoulder of his opponent. Blood Reign is able to use his power to roll towards his trapped arm. McCloud releases the hold and locks Blood Reign into a Triangle Choke! Blood Reign gets both of his feet planted on the canvas and shows tremendous strength as he dead lifts McCloud up into the air and then slams him down to the canvas! McCloud breaks the hold upon impact and Blood Reign falls back to the mat, feeling the effects of the hold and holding his arm. Connor gets up to a knee and uses the ropes to pull himself back up, holding his midsection. Blood Reign is on his knees and trying to get back up. Connor and Blood Reign are both up. Blood Reign swings for a right hand, but McCloud ducks and nails one to his stomach. McCloud follows it up with a European Uppercut that sends the big man reeling. Connor delivers a chop to the chest that sends Blood Reign into the ropes. McCloud with another uppercut to the head. He locks Blood Reign into a headlock and rolls him over his back and down to the canvas. Blood Reign is in a sitting position as McCloud hits the ropes, rolls over Blood Reign and delivers a neck snap, jarring his neck and snapping him back down to the mat. Connor stands over Blood Reign and takes both legs in his hands. Connor smirks as he steps in and wraps the legs of Blood Reign over his. He rolls Blood Reign over and into a sharpshooter!

Flash: Connor's got the sharpshooter! The sharpshooter is locked in tightly. If Blood Reign can't find away out of this, he's going to have to use a rope break, or worse...tap out!

Leppard: Not gonna happen Flashy! Blood Reign can break out any time he wants, he's just..thinking. Yeah! He's just thinking about what it's gonna be like to rip that little prick's heart out.

McCloud leans back, holding both of the legs of Blood Reign as he applies pressure on the lower back of the Pure Champion. The crowd cheers as Blood Reign tries to power out of the sharpshooter, but McCloud has the hold expertly applied. Blood Reign looks for a way out, but can't find any other way. McCloud forces him to crawl over towards the bottom rope, where he drapes an arm over, exhausting one of his three rope breaks. McCloud hangs onto the hold for the full count of 5 and finally releases the hold before a disqualification. McCloud smirks and grabs a hold of Blood Reign's legs. He tries to drag him away from the ropes, but Blood Reign is able to shove him off and land on the canvas. Blood Reign gets to a knee and McCloud continues to keep the pressure on the champion. Blood Reign keeps McCloud away with another shove as he gets back to his feet. McCloud nails a big chop to the chest. Connor hits a kick to the gut and hits the ropes. McCloud comes back but gets picked up driven to the canvas with a huge spinebuster. The impact driving the air out of Connor's lungs as Reign, sighs a breath of relief, rolls over and makes the cover.

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McCloud gets the shoulder up. Blood Reign is up again, still favoring his right arm as he waits for Connor to get back to his feet. Connor uses the ropes to help himself back up, turns around and gets met with a vicious clothesline that takes him over the top rope and down to the floor. The fight once again spills to the outside and Blood Reign follows Connor McCloud.

Flash: Once again this fight is heading to the outside, and once again I don't like Connor's chances. Blood Reign is right at home surrounded by concrete and steel.

Leppard: Remember last time? Imagine what he's going to do now that he's the defender. Oh yes, Flashy...there will be blood.

Blood Reign gets off of the apron and kicks the downed Ego Death. Blood Reign picks up the former champion and delivers a big knee to the midsection and a clubbing blow to the back. Blood Reign delivers a shot to the throat of McCloud who stumbles back towards the apron. Blood Reign delivers a big kick to the gut, grabs McCloud by the hand and goes for the whip. Connor is thrown back first into the ring steps and sends the steel flying. Blood Reign picks up the Connor McCloud amidst all the wreckage and brings him back to his feet. He locks up with Connor and violently whips him back first into the steel barricade. McCloud is down on the floor leaning up against the barricade. Blood Reign stumps down on his foe and presses his boot to the throat of the former champion. He uses the top of the barricade for leverage as he picks his one foot off the floor and puts all of his weight down on the throat of Connor McCloud. Blood Reign picks McCloud back up once again and presses his face to his, seething with anger. He violently shoves McCloud into the ring post first. McCloud's head bounces off the ring post and remains laid out on the arena floor. Blood Reign smirks. The ref's count is at a 17 and Blood Reign rolls in and out of the ring to break up the count and giving him 20 fresh seconds to inflict more pain. Blood Reign heads over to the announcer's table and smiles at Flash and Leppard. He rips the top right off of the table and tosses off both of the monitors. Blood Reign smirks as he heads back over to Connor McCloud.

Leppard: They're right out in front of us. You think Blood Reign would mind if I asked him for an autograph?

Flash: Do you really want to ask that man for anything?

Leppard: Maybe later then...

Blood Reign brings McCloud to his feet and pushes him up against the table. He delivers a few punches to the face and a chop to the chest, before picking McCloud up and rolling him onto the table. The crowd cheers for Connor McCloud, chanting for him to get back into this mach, but Blood Reign evil intentions on his mind. Blood Reign jumps up on the table and helps McCloud back up. Blood Reign looks down at the floor from the table and develops a wicked grin on his face as he grips McCloud by the throat and sets up for a chokeslam!

Flash: No. No! He can't be thinking Paradise Lost here!

Leppard: Dammit, I want to see this! Down in front!

Blood Reign continues his sadistic gaze at the former Pure Champion as he picks McCloud up for the Paradise Lost! McCloud realizes the trouble he's in as he fights out of it with a kick to Blood Reign's knee, dropping him down. McCloud hooks Blood Reign by the head and snaps back, driving Blood Reign head first into the table. The crowd cheers as McCloud rolls off of the table and onto the floor. McCloud shakes the cobwebs from his head and stumbles his way to the bottom rope, where he rolls into the ring as the ref yells “10!”.

Flash: McCloud somehow able to counter out of the Paradise Lost, and now it's up to Blood Reign to get back to that ring before the count of twenty.

Leppard: Come on Flashy! Get me some water! Some smelling salts! Something! It can't end like this!

Blood Reign is still out of it on the table and shows no signs of getting up. McCloud is on a knee, his head underneath the top rope and he just looks at the seemingly unconscious Blood Reign. The ref continues his count.

11!

No movement from the announcer's table.

12!

Still nothing from Blood Reign, the crowd cheers as McCloud gets back up to a vertical base.

13!

Blood Reign is just now starting to stir as he brings his hands to his head.

14!

Blood Reign rolls over to his stomach and then drops off the announcer's table.

15!

Blood Reign is still dazed as he slowly crawls towards the ring.

16!

Connor is in the ring, waiting for Blood Reign, urging him to get back into the ring as he leans onto the top rope, exhausted.

17!

Blood Reign is still down but manages to get a hand on the ring apron.

18!

Blood Reign is able to pull himself back up to his feet.

19!

Blood Reign lifts one leg up and rolls underneath the bottom rope just before the ref ends his count. Connor looks down at Blood Reign and smirks, almost as if he wanted this match to continue. He waits for Blood Reign to get up. Blood Reign uses the ropes to help himself back up. McCloud and Blood Reign are both back to their feet and both men stumble back towards the middle. Both men are tired and hurting, and both men once again exchange blows. McCloud nails a chop, Blood Reign retaliates with one of his own. McCloud comes back with a forearm and Blood Reign hits one as well. Blood Reign looks for a right hand, hut McCloud ducks, spins and plants Reign with a Roaring Elbow! Blood Reign goes down and so does McCloud, who lands on top of the champion. The crowd pops and count a long with the referee.

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No! Blood Reign kicks out! The crowd can't believe it and McCloud rolls off of the champion, frustrated.

Flash: Connor connected with that thunderous elbow and we all thought Blood Reign went to sleep for good there, but he somehow kicked out. This match isn't going to stop until one man is left completely debilitated.

Leppard: Blood Reign can't lose! Not to that asshole! Get back up Blood Reign!

McCloud gets back up nearly running out of ideas. Blood Reign is sitting now, still trying to recollect himself. McCloud helps him back up and nails another chop to the chest. Blood Reign falls into the corner. McCloud backs off, charges and looks for a splash, but with one arm Blood Reign is able to catch McCloud in midair and slam him down to the canvas with an STO! Blood Reign falls back into the corner to get a breather and try and figure out what to do next. McCloud is crawling on the canvas. Blood Reign's face grows with more and more anger as he sees McCloud still moving and like a man possessed grabs McCloud drags him to his feet and tosses him into the corner. He nails several punches to the gut and ribs and holds McCloud's head back. He looks at his hand, closes it and cocks his fist back before nailing a straight right hand to the eye of the former champion. The closed fist is illegal and the ref gives Blood Reign a warning. Blood Reign could care less about warinings and unloads with another right hand to the face. The ref gets in between Blood Reign and McCloud, but Blood Reign shoves him aside. Already down two rope breaks, he nails another right hand into the eye of the Ego Death. McCloud drops to his knees, his hands over his eye as he writhes about on the canvas. The ref tells Blood Reign he's been penalized for two rope breaks, but all Blood Reign can say is:

Reign: Go ahead! I don't fucking need 'em!

Flash: Right in the fucking eye! He could have permanent damage! Blood Reign doesn't give a shit about pure rules, he just wants to punish McCloud, this is sick!

Leppard: This is great! McCloud was blinded by the light, and now he's blinded by Blood Reign! Pluck out the other one Blood Reign! Pluck it out!

McCloud is still down on the floor with his hands over his right eye. Blood Reign smirks at the downed foe, taunting him with slaps to the back of the head. The crowd boos him but Blood Reign relishes in the hatred. He brings up Connor McCloud, his eye already swelling shut. Blood Reign shoves him into the corner and delivers a big knee to the gut. Blood Reign picks Connor up and sits him onto the top rope. A few slaps and open palm strikes to the head of McCloud ensures that he remains perched onto the top rope. Blood Reign climbs up with him and tosses his arm over his head. Blood Reign smirks as he sets Connor up for a superplex. He tries to lift him up, but McCloud holds onto the top rope. McCloud hits a few blows to the body, but Blood Reign holds on and again tries to suplex him off the top. McCloud again holds on and delivers a headbutt to the face of Blood Reign. It gets him a warning, but it also gets Blood Reign off the top rope and slamming down to the canvas. McCloud again holds his eye as Blood Reign bounces off the canvas and back up to a standing position. McCloud readies himself, leaps and executes a huge flying forearm to the face of Blood Reign! McCloud crashes to the mat, and Blood Reign falls nearly knocked out from the blow from the top. The crowd shoots to their feet for a massive ovation as McCloud slowly drags himself to Blood Reign, where he can only manage to drape an arm over.

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Blood Reign kicks out again! McCloud lays on his back, looking up at the lights with one good eye, and one black and swollen eye seemingly out of ideas. McCloud gets back up to his feet, still holding one hand over his right eye. Blood Reign is trying to get back to his feet and McCloud waits for him. Blood Reign is up to a vertical base. McCloud delivers a kick to the gut and whips him into the corner. McCloud readies himself and charges after Blood Reign. Reign sees it coming and quickly lifts Connor up and drops him down face first onto the top turnbuckle. McCloud again drops to the mat, holding his eye and Blood Reign drops to the mat as well. That move is the difference maker as Blood Reign rolls out of the ring and to the outside. The crowd boos as Blood Reign looks around them. He could be heard, faintly swearing and then drags his hand across his throat, seemingly done with it all. He heads back to the ring, flips open the ring apron and pulls out a very illegal, and a very deadly, Singapore Cane!

Flash: What the hell is he thinking? He can't use that! He's gonna get himself disqualified!

Leppard: So what? Blood Reign can do whatever he wants, he's the Pure Champion!

Flash: Jackass, the Pure title can change hands on disqualification!

Leppard: Blood Reign! NUUUUUU!

Blood Reign jumps back up onto the apron as McCloud is stirring. The ref stopos Blood Reign from entering the ring, ordering him to get rid of the weapon. Blood Reign shoves him aside with his free hand and enters the ring. Connor is on all fours as Blood Reign walks over to him. He brings the cane high above his head, but before he can bring it down, the ref pulls it out of his grasp! Blood Reign turns around to get face to face with the ref. He grabs the referee by the throat and threatens to destroy him, but before he can, he notices McCloud is back up to his feet! Blood Reign turns around and goes for a right hand, but a McCloud ducks, grabs his arm and drops to the mat, locking Blood Reign into a Triangle Choke! The crowd is in an uproar as the ref tosses the cane aside and checks on Blood Reign. Blood Reign is trying to fight out of it like last time, trying to get to a standing position, and McCloud unleashes a barrage of elbows to the top of the skull! The crowd cheers and counts a long with each elbow.

Crowd: 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10! 11! 12! 13! 14!

McCloud keeps the rapid fire elbows to the head coming, and it stops Blood Reign from escaping. Blood Reign is still trying to right out it, but the elbows have taken it's toll on him. McCloud releases the choke, swings around and grabs Blood Reign's arm, locking him in the bridging Cobra Clutch! The crowd again cheers, even louder the before as he leans back and applies all the pressure he can on the Pure Champion. The Cathartic Clutch is locked in tight. Blood Reign is grounded, there's nowhere else to go and he's still dazed from the elbows. He tries to inch his way to the ropes, and he just manages to get a leg over the bottom rope. but he's out of rope breaks! Connor continues to apply pressure to a red in the face Reign. Blood Reign continues to hang on, refusing to give up, but there's nothing else for him to do. He can't fin any other way out of it, and he's forced to tap!

Leppard: SON OF A BITCH!

Flash: McCloud did it! He's regained the Pure Championship!

Leppard: This isn't right! This is bullshit, fucking biased, fucking awfulness! Somebody fucking stop this madness!

Connor McCloud finally lets go of the hold and lays down on the canvas, exhausted. 'LayMy Burden Down' hits once again and the crowd are on their feet for the new Pure Champion!

Chambers: Here is your winner and The New VWA Pure Champion... CONNOR McCLOUD!!!

McCloud has one hand over his face as he rolls over onto his stomach and gets to his knees. The ref enters the ring once again with the Pure Championship and once again presents it to Connor McCloud. McCloud lets out an exhausted sigh and snatches the title from the ref's grasp before again collapsing to the mat in exhaustion. Finally he's able to get back to his feet and the ref holds his hand high in the air. McCloud holds the title in his other hand and the crowd cheers again. His right eye is swollen shut, but he's got a smile on his face as he drapes the title over his shoulder. He lets go of the ref's hand and holds the championship up once more in the other direction, another cheer from the crowd. He turns around again, but gets a Singapore Cane right in the face from Blood Reign! The shot drops McCloud to the floor, holding his eye after the cane splinters off of his orbital bone. The crowd boos loudly as Blood Reign, holding his shoulder and looking equally exhausted stands over him.

Flash: What the hell!? Blood Reign just came out of nowhere with that Singapore Cane across his face!

Leppard: Finish him! Stab what's left of it through his fucking heart!

He whips what's left of the cane down on McCloud and the ref covers him up, trying to protect him from further damage inflicted by the now former Pure Champion. Blood Reign just looks at McCloud with disdain and he leaves the ring. The crowd continues to boo Blood Reign as he makes his way up the ramp slowly. McCloud is left face down in the ring, both hands brought up to his face as the ref calls for some help.

Flash: I can't believe what we just witnessed. That already injured eye...Connor McCloud could be fucking blind and Blood Reign could care less. Connor McCloud is the new Pure Champion...but at what cost was it?

Blood Reign looks over his shoulder at the people trying to help the new Pure Champion. Blood Reign flashes a sick smirk, getting one more good look before he heads behind the curtain. Officials and trainers are still in the ring, checking on the new Pure Champion, who's now been blinded by his win. The scene cuts backstage to show Brian Gun standing in front of a blank wall.

Gun: Almost a week ago, Brian Gun stood before you fans and said he was the most talented man in VWA. Earlier tonight, Brian Gun only eliminated one person but look at who that was, Mike Omen. Brian Gun showed everyone out there watching tonight why people should be looking at him for their next main eventer. Mike Omen has done a lot in this business but he has never eliminated Brian Gun from anything. Earlier tonight, Brian Gun showed why he was the better man and evidently better than most of the VWA roster. You fans may not believe in Brian Gun. You fans may think Brian Gun is a lost cause but Brian Gun has a question to ask all of you. Do lost causes eliminate established main eventers? Do they last longer than over half of the VWA roster in a Royal Rumble? Brian Gun didn’t think so. Brian Gun just proved a point that you fans thought he would never do and prove to the world why he has the most God given talent VWA has ever seen. You fans can continue to cheer for people like Mike Omen and Pat Laba and Shane Lawson and you fans can just ignore Brian Gun but one day, sooner rather than later, you will witness the reason Brian Gun is the most talented superstar there is and you fans, you will have no clue what to say. You fans will be lost as Brian Gun is on top.

Brian Gun pauses for a moment before he stares into the camera.

Gun: This Royal Rumble earlier was a prime example of what to look out for over the next few months and eventually in the future of VWA. Every time Brian Gun brings up a topic about his talent all he hears is about how many matches he has lost and few wins he has. Brian Gun knows all of those facts but he also knows how much talent Brian Gun has. How weak most of this VWA roster is and so on. You guys probably think that bashing on Brian Gun’s record or calling Brian Gun names affects him. Brian Gun isn’t affected by anything, especially not you wastes of human life. You are looking at the future of this company right here and in a few months you won’t be making fun of this. You will be bowing to Brian Gun. You know it just like Brian Gun. Earlier tonight, Brian Gun eliminated a former World Heavyweight champion. He got eliminated by a future World Heavyweight Champion in this company. You can think what you want about this but in these upcoming months in VWA, you won’t only be talking about Brian Gun’s success. You will be getting… blown away!

The fans in the arena boo loudly, as Gun smirks wickedly and nods, and the scene fades to a commercial.

The scene opens backstage to show the number one contender to The VWA Women's Championship, Syn Skyler... taping up her wrists for her match that's coming up. She puts a bit more tape on her hurt arm, letting it come up her forearm as she squeezes her fist together, making sure that she's ready for what's to come. She nods to herself and fixes her tape for good, but she's interrupted by a rather familiar voice.

???: Maybe you should put a bit more tape on that arm, Syn... given how fragile it's proven to be in the past.

Syn rolls her eyes and turns around, only to come face to face with the man who returned as number thirty in the rumble earlier tonight, Jamie Lockheart. The sight of the two causes the fans to boo loudly, as Jamie grins wickedly, shaking his head from side to side.

Syn: Didn't you wash your hands of this place, Jamie? Weren't you the one who was preaching about how biased Jude Lawson is towards the people he favors? What the fuck are you doing back here?

Lockheart: Nice to see you too, Syn, and trust me... I have my reasons for being back here. Reason that you don't need to know right now. Don't worry though, your little obsession with me will be fed in due time.

Syn: What you call obsession... I call disgust. I preferred it when you weren't around. It made nights like these that much more enjoyable.

Lockheart: So you enjoy the fact that you're going to get your ass kicked by Paige Michaels? Really? Because I could have sworn the point of this wrestling thing was to win.

Syn: You're right, it is... so... how does it feel to know that you didn't, earlier tonight?

Syn flashes Lockheart a cocky grin, but Jamie just shakes his head from side to side. He chuckles a little nodding to Syn as he does.

Lockheart: I didn't lose tonight, Syn. I got exactly what I wanted. I've been The VWA World Heavyweight Champion. It's The High Voltage Title I've never held around my waist, kind of like how you've never held that Women's Title.

Syn: That's going to change after tonight. But you? You've got the dilemma of having to face your boyfriend for his belt. So... have fun with that.

Syn tries to walk away, but Lockheart grabs her arm. Her bad arm I might add, and Syn groans a little in pain as Jamie moves his face close to hers, feeling her breath as he does.

Lockheart: Make no mistake about it, Syn... if I wanted to... I'd leave you in far worse shape than Paige did. Right now, I have no desire... but if you keep that mouth of yours running, things might... change.

Lockheart lets go of Syn's arm and she tugs it down, shaking her head as she does. She shoots Jamie a coy smile, before smacking him across the face and snapping at him.

Syn: That's great, Jamie... because my actions, speak far louder than my words, motherfucker.

Syn scoffs and storms off, leaving Lockheart to favor his cheek that was hit. He smirks wickedly as he watches Syn walk away, the fans cheering for her assault on him, as the scene fades to ringside.

Flash: Looks like nothing's changed in Jamie Lockheart's mind. I for one would like to know why he's back after everything he's said. That... would be great.

Leppard: That would be great to find out. Except... it doesn't matter. All that matters is that he's back, bitch~!

Chambers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for The VWA Women's Championship!

The fans are hushed until ‘Keeps Getting Better’ hits and they erupt with cheers as the castless number one contender to The VWA Women’s Championship walks out onto the stage for the moment she’s been waiting for her whole life. She knows what this moment means and how it could define the rest of her career, that it could be beginning of a legacy that she herself starts and that’s exactly what these fans want to see, why they’re here and she intends to give it to them.

Chambers: Introducing first, the challenger, from Staten Island, New York, weighing in at 140 pounds... SYN SKYLER!!!

She slowly makes her way down the ramp, slapping hands of the fans with both arms now but moreso focused on the match at hand. Their cheers are deafening but what matters to her most as she climbs up onto the apron and into the ring is winning the Championship. She walks around the ring to soak up the reaction and then hits the corners as she waits for Paige.

Flash: The time is now and she’s ready.

Leppard: Ready to fall flat on her face.

’(S)aint’ hits and the cheers turn to a tirade of boos as The VWA Women’s Champion, walks out the ramp with her title thrown over her shoulder. Her cruel smile is affixed as she holds the title up in the air to even more boos from the crowd and a cold gaze from Syn who stands in the ring waiting for her.

Chambers: Her opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 120 pounds, Perfection Personified... PAIGE MICHAELS!!!

Purple pyro blasts off before Paige walks down the ramp arrogantly, eying down the woman inside that so clearly wants to tear her head off. She savors the fact and the fans hatred as she climbs into the ring and taunts the fans and Syn with her title.

Leppard: She’s so perfect. She makes the perfect Champion too.

Flash: And she may be the perfect stepping-stone for Syn to create her own legacy here tonight. Let’s see what she can do.

*DING DING DING*

The bell sounds and Paige smirks across the ring at the Number One Contender that glares back at her intensely, focusing on everything that brought her here and everything that’s driving her to victory. The Women’s Champion gives her a reminder right away, pulling her arm close to her body and cradling it; a mocking frown coming across her face as she taunts Syn. Unfazed she pulls the newly freed arm out and winds it around, showing off the mobility of her formerly broken wing, the confident grin on her face gaining strength with every new cheer from the crowd. Sure that with herself finally in a ring with Paige Michaels and as close to one-hundred percent as she’s ever felt in this company she’s moments away from her first VWA Women’s Championship Syn walks proudly to the center of the ring daring Perfection Personified forward. Paige isn’t one to turn down a challenge she can’t run from and cocks her head with her cruel smile in place before moving to face Syn face to face and graciously offer a lockup for a test of strength. Syn’s answer echos through the arena and off Paige’s face with a brutal slap with the hand of the formerly broken arm that turns Paige clean around. Syn isn’t letting her go anywhere though and swings her back into another blow, this one a hard right hand that sends her down to the mat; Paige backpeddles into the corner as the fans pop for Syn’s offense and the Women’s Champion calls for the ref to hold Syn back from her seat in the corner. Syn’s done holding back though and runs in with a Turnbuckle Dropkick square to the face of Paige Michaels to an eruption from the audience. Syn backrolls up to her feet paces back and runs in with another beautiful Turnbuckle Dropkick square to the face; another backroll straight to her feet and the crowd is hot while the ref gets inbetween Syn. She dodges past him and stomps down on Paige in the corner, not caring what her foot catches so long as it belongs to the woman that made her life a living hell until the ref comes in and hooks her body, counting.

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Syn backs off at four right away and lets the ref step in front of her, not letting the separation take her out of the moment, calling Paige up to her feet just as the Women’s Champion foggily grabs onto the ropes and does just that. With Paige vertical the ref moves out of the way and Syn goes running in; Paige raises the boot but Syn catches it; she holds it up and kicks away at Paige while the ref counts again.

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Instead of breaking off this time Syn throws Paige’s leg back as far as she can over her head, sending her tumbling back over the rope and crashing down to the floor at ringside to a thud masked by the ovation of the crowd.

Leppard:What the FUCK is wrong with Syn Skyler?

Flash: She was underestimated, short-changed and cheap-shotted one too many times, Leppard and this is her night. I can feel it!

Leppard: Yeah well so can Paige, all over her beautiful body; I hope those bruises fade...

Flash: I don’t think that’s the only kind of damage Syn wants to inflict tonight. She wants revenge in the worst way and if she gets it that pain may never fade.

Syn stays inside the ring as Paige pushes herself up on the floor, trying to get her bearings, giving her head a shake after the assault from her Number One Contender. When Paige gets up to her feet though Syn runs at the top turnbuckle and comes up to the top; Paige looks up and sees her running to the post, she climbs onto the apron and reaches up trying to pull Syn down. She gets a kick for her troubles but keeps tugging until she gets another kick that sends her walking down the apron; Syn takes the opportunity and jumps off the top with a Fearless maneuver, grabbing onto the ropes as she locks her legs and swings only to have Paige grab onto them herself, refusing to hit the floor. Syn quickly pulls her legs from around Paige’s head and starts kicking her in the face, forcing her to drop down to the floor, leaning back against the announce desk. The second she drops down Syn hits her feet, leaps up onto the top rope and takes a Leap of Faith back, crashing down on paige just as she pushes off the table and goes crashing back down to the floor to massive cheers from the fans and the start of the ref’s count.

1!

Syn rolls off Paige who tries to sit up and can’t yet from the impact she suffered, cushioning Syn’s fall.

2!

Syn pushes up to all fours, using the desk to steady herself while Paige rolls to her stomach.

3!

Syn looks over and sees the Women’s Champion, she pushes up to her feet and walks over, grabbing onto her by the hair.

4!

She throws her into the ring and rolls in after her dropping across for a cover.

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Paige kicks out just before it becomes a two count and her Number One Contender pushes up to her feet, stalking the Champion and planning her next move.

Flash: Without question you know Syn wants to hurt Paige but it’s also clear she wants to take her title. She could have done more damage on the outside but instead threw her back in, broke the count and went for the win.

Leppard: Yeah, after she nearly killed herself with that Corkscrew Moonsault and ME in the process!

Flash: No one’s going to deny Syn’s a risk-taker, she’s going to take those chances, she’s going to put it on the line to inflict the damage it’s going to take her to win this match but if she walks away the title in the end no matter what damage she does to herself I know she’ll see it as worth it.

Leppard: Maybe but missing one of those moves could be the beginning of the end for her; when you’re perfect you don’t need to take risks. Paige just has to wait for Syn to fuck up. Skyler’s gonna beat herself for Paige. It’s that simple.

No matter how much Syn wants to punish Paige, she waits for her to get up to her feet all the same and whips her at the ropes, she waits for her to come back and leaps for a Spinning Wheel Kick that the Champion ducks under. Paige comes back off the ropes as Syn rolls up to her feet and catches Paige with a Hiptoss that she lands on her feet out of and immediately snaps off into an Armbar. Syn rolls across the ring and up to her feet, doing her best to hide any rise Paige may have got out of her arm with the quick maneuver. Regardless of what Syn shows Paige sports a smirk as she gives her head a shake, feeling with that one move shes taken back control of the match; Syn returns her smirk with one of her own that clearly says “oh how wrong you are”. She spells it out by running across the ring and nailing Paige with a Dropkick that sends her back into the corner and then crushing her with a Splash that re-energizes the capacity crowd; as Paige sleep-walks out of the corner she gets whipped across the ring and then nailed square with a Spinning Wheel Kick from Syn. Pleased with the conclusion of unfinished business Syn drops down and hooks the leg for the cover.

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Nearly a two count comes out again before Paige kicks out but this time she’s much more quick to sit up in hope of escape. She finds none as Syn runs, jumps over her crawling body, bounces off the ropes and crushes Perfection Personified with a Shining Wizard that sends the Women’s Champions flat on her back prime for Syn to cover once more.

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The calls much closer than Paige wants it to be but the crowd is certainly pleased by it; Syn on the other hand wants more and isn’t shy about it, letting her ferocity escape in a Reckless manner and covering tightly again.

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Paige kicks out again but this time Syn is prepared and rolls her flat to her stomach, going straight for Syns of the Flesh. The crowd loves it and wants to see it but Paige wants no part of it and desperately back-elbows her way out of it, dazing Syn enough to get her off her back and let her lurch forward across the ropes, finally earning herself a break.

Leppard: Syn’s obviously desperate to end this early because she knows she’s gotten lucky thus far. I tend to agree.

Flash: Big surprise. I think that Paige is definitely a threat and Syn would have to be crazy to not want to put her away right now.

Leppard: Well, she just failed so that’s got to be a great mental boost for Paige. Syn’s screwed.

Flash: If anything I think it was a great mental boost for Syn; she let Paige know how quickly this thing could end, Paige has to be thinking about that Syns of the Flesh even though she has yet to experience it. That fact alone may throw her off her game.

Paige does get a break but it’s rather short-lived with Syn pushing up to all fours; Paige rushes herself off the ropes to keep the advantage, looking for a dose of revenge with a Shining Wizard of her own. It turns out to be the wrong move though and Syn capitalizes beautifully, grabbing onto the leg and rolling back into a Single Leg Crab on the Women’s Champion. Paige screams in pain as Syn tests her with the submission but it’s pain that intensifies as almost seamlessly the Number One Contender transitions straight into Syns of the Flesh. The crowd goes wild and Paige responds the same as Syn cranks on the hold torturous hold, testing the Women’s Champions threshold for pain. The ref asks Paige if she wants to tap but with wide-eyes she insists not, shaking her head as best she can win this brutal hold still locked on; instead she plants her hands and drags her body forward,looking to reach the ropes even with Syn’s weight on her as well. She reaches out and comes up short, clenching her eyes tightly and shaking her head to the refs next questioning, dragging herself forward again and grabbing onto the ropes as the ref counts.

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Just before the count of five Syn lets go begrudged, desiring to inflict the pain for longer than she’s allowed; quickly she composes herself though and as Paige holds onto her neck, still clinging to the ropes- and her title- for dear life, Syn climbs up to the top rope. The crowd lets out a wild ovation, ready for their Number One Contender to follow up on her advantage, while she scopes out her prey from her perch like a hawk waiting to strike. Paige reaches up to the middle ropes, pulling her feet up beneath her and then to the top rope, she breaks off on her shakey feet and Syn leaps for a Flying Neckbreaker; the Women’s Champion’s seen this before though and grabs onto the ropes, stopping Syn’s attack. Syn hits the mat rolling up to her feet though and as Paige turns around with an arrogant smirk on her face, her challenger leaps up and cracks her right in the face with an Enziguri which sends her tumbling back through the ropes and down out to the floor in front of the thousands of screaming fans.

Flash: Syn almost became VWA Women’s Champion right there! I could taste it and I’m sure she could! Talk about a mental blow, Paige has to be reeling after that cross with Syns of the Flesh.

Leppard: If not from that then that kick to the face might have done the trick...I hate it but every time Paige has pulled something Syn has had an answer. HOW AND WHY! ANSWER ME!

Flash: We knew Syn was coming in here prepared; her wreckless unrelenting style is really taking Paige off her game. On more than one occasion now Paige’s title has been threatened and this is the second time she’s been forced out of the ring. Syn is in complete control and I like to think that’s how God intended it.

Leppard: Oh, so he’s to blame then? I don’t believe he could be real if he’d fuck over Paige. Fuck Paige definitely but fuck her over? Never! Paige’s unconscious body was meant for other things than losing matches, dammit!

Paige is up quicker than last time but by the time she pulls herself up, Syn is already poised on the top turnbuckle behind her; the crowd is electric as the second Paige gets vertical Syn leaps down with a Flying Neckbreaker, connecting this time. Paige turns into it slightly and Syn has to twist her body at the last second to yank the Women’s Champion down to the floor with her but she does and both women roll around on the floor in pain, Paige clutching her neck and Syn cradling her bad arm. In twisting her arm for the move Syn had left it in a bent position above her head for all of Paige’s weight to come crashing down on and though she does her best to hold back her screams of pain, Syn is clearly hurt as she holds her re-injured arm close to her with her back to Paige and the ref starts his count once more.

1!

Paige rolls onto her own side while Syn seeths in pain, shaking her head, trying to block out the re-occuring injury that could cost her this match.

2!

Paige goes over onto all fours as Syn throws herself against the barricade, reaching up with her good arm to get a grip and pull herself up.

3!

Her body tensed in pain Syn pulls herself to her feet and leans over the barricade as Paige grabs onto the apron skirt, still trying to shake the cobwebs from her head.

4!

Paige pulls her body up and leans it over the apron as Syn forces her bad arm down to her side and walks over to Paige.

5!

Grabbing onto her with her good arm only she throws Paige into the ring.

6!

Reaching up with the injured arm still at her side, she grabs onto the ropes and rolls into the ring, cradling the arm as she does so before she drops across Paige and covers, not hooking the leg.

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It’s nearly a three-count and Syn and the crowd both gasp at once as Paige kicks out, the spasm sending waves of pain through Syn’s injured wing. Having the chance to walk away and heal as Champion taken away from her Syn does her best to mask the pain on her face and uses her good arm to pull her to her feet, stomping down on Paige as she pushes herself up to her battered feet. Syn buries a knee in her gut and throws her across the ring, nailing her as she comes off with a Clothesline from her fresh arm; the blow knocks Paige down but she gets right up and eats another Clothesline for her troubles, Syn taking advantage of the short time she has the on-the-ropes Champion down and scaling to the top, doing her best not to cradle her arm and give it away. This time when Paige gets up to her feet after Syn’s urging, the challenger prepares to fly from the top and comes sailing off with a Flying Clothesline that floors the Women’s Champion to the mat with a huge buzz from the crowd. On impact Syn rolls away from her opponent, feeling the agony in her arm she blocks it out as best she can and crawls over, throwing herself across Paige one more time.

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Another kickout, this one bringing a knee up into Syn’s bad arm; she screams in pain but forces herself up to her feet again, cradling her arm and reeling back into the ropes, calling Paige up one more time as she climbs to the outside to the rise of an electric crowd.

Flash: Without question Syn has re-injured that arm, the extent of the injury we can’t be sure but it’s not in good shape and she’s trying to put Paige away before the Women’s Champion realizes it.

Leppard: Fuck yeah, she is; that bad-boy may be broken again, dislocated, who knows but it looks ready for another cast and guess what? It’s not getting one until this match is over and it’s gonna be over the second Paige notices the injury.

Flash: Exactly right, Syn hasn’t been trying to hide her pain to act tough; she knows that if Paige sees her arm is injured again she’s going to be tortured by the Women’s Champion immediately. Few can pick an arm apart as well as Paige Michaels who learned the art from Omen himself; she’ll gladly put it to use to keep her title in a match she’s quite simply been dominated in.

Leppard: Duh, which is why... WORK THE ARM PAIGE! WORK THE FUCKING ARM! TAP IT! TICKLE IT! TORTURE IT AND WIN BABY! TORTURE IT AND WIN!

Luckily for Syn though the VWA Women’s Champion can’t hear Leppard over the insanity of the live crowd and as she instinctively uses the ropes to pull herself to her barely conscious feet she still has no idea about Syn’s arm. Something Syn is eternally grateful for as she waits to leap off the top with a Diving Bulldog and begin the end of Paige’s title reign; unfortunately for her Paige may not know about her arm but she does know that she’s on the top rope and throws her down across it, crotching and stalling Syn up top. The crowd boos but Paige stumbles her way along into the corner, grabbing Syn off the top and spinning her around for what looks like a Powerbomb; a position Syn quickly escapes by going over with a Sunset Flip. She reaches up and instinctively pulls down on Paige for the pin but finds she doesn’t have the strength to get the job done; instead of pinning Paige she screams in pain and clutches her arm, an arm Paige immediately drops down and locks in a Cross Armbreaker. A split second after her own reversal Syn is screaming in pain as Paige threatens to break or dislocate or essentially destroy the challenger’s already injured arm. The ref asks Syn if she wants to quit and she shakes her head no intensely, a move that only makes Paige posture up her hips and torque back, punishing Syn even more than before and making her shake her head even harder as the fans get behind her and her legs search desperately for the bottom ropes that they finally find.

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Paige reluctantly lets go before the count of five, knowing she’d retain her title on a disqualification but wanting to pay Syn back for the humiliation this match had become for her. As Paige leans back resting in the corner, giving her head a shake, clutching her neck still in pain, Syn’s on the mat holding her arm protectively close to her body reaching back with the other to grab onto the ropes. The fans are still behind Syn but now Paige has a target and as Syn pulls herself back to rest on the bottom rope, the Women’s Champion is already forcing herself to her feet and up to the top rope; without pause she flies off with the Perfect Moonsault, bringing her knee right down across Syn’s injured arm even as she holds it against her body. Syn screams in pain and holds onto the ropes with her other hand as Paige crawls over to Syn punch-drunk and covers anyways, screaming at the ref as he refuses to count because the Challenger’s in the ropes.

Leppard: Yes Paige, that’s it! Tear her fucking arm off! Snap it in half! Give her the September!

Flash: The VWA Women’s Champion is finally scoring some offense after being overwhelmed, embarrassed and outwrestled by her “worthless challenger” this entire match. But it was Syn, not Paige that created this opening for an attack.

Leppard: So? Paige isn’t picky, Syn may have re-started the work the Champion began weeks ago but that doesn’t mean Paige won’t be glad to finish it now. Just watch.

Flash: I’m afraid that’s all we may be able to do, is watch. Syn dealt a lot of damage to Paige but with that injury she’s damn near helpless; the Women’s Champion knows just how to cripple an opponent and use their suffering as her down-time. While Syn’s going to be in sheer agony, Paige is going to be resting up to finish this and from the looks of it, walk out still Champion.

Paige drags Syn away from the ropes and covers, digging the point of her elbow into Syn’s arm.

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Syn kicks out quickly, screaming in pain from Paige’s elbow; the Women’s Champion takes things up a notch slamming the elbow’s point down into her arm with brutal swings that feed the crowds displeasure. Clearly pleased with herself from the assault and Syn’s cradling of her arm, Paige lets the ref move her back and takes the time to push herself up to her feet, leaning back against the ropes and massaging the back of her neck as she waits for Syn. The ref asks Syn if she wants to forfeit but of course the challenger just shakes her head, determined to fight on and become Champion; she reaches up with her good arm to the middle rope and starts to pull herself up only for Paige to run in and nail her arm with a pin-point Dropkick. Syn goes down to the mat crying out and Paige grabs onto the top rope, stomping down on her arm to the ref’s count.

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Paige punctuates the final shot with some more revenge of her, dealing out a Reckless assault perfectly planting the Double Stomp on Syn’s arm. Rolling onto her stomach to shelter her arm and shaking in pain as her good hand clutches the bottom rope, the ref makes Paige move back again who pulls herself back up to her feet, quicker than last time, clearly beginning to heal up from Syn’s assault and the humiliation she suffered. She flashes her cruel smile to the thousands of booing fans as the ref checks and see once more if Syn wants to forfeit, getting the same answer and the passionate shake of the head. Its good enough for Paige who surges forward with a kick to the gut and then whips her across the ring, catching her as she comes back with a setup for the Abdominal Stretch that quickly goes the way of an Octopus Stretch, something Syn knows she can’t suffer. Gritting her teeth in pain as she does so she turns it into a Hiptoss and throws Paige over; the crowd cheers and she cradles her arm as she boots Paige square in the head on her way up to her feet and whips her across the ring, swinging behind her and grabbing on for a Cobra Clutch out of nowhere. Syn runs for the Cobra Clutch Bulldog but Paige cuts off her momentum by breaking her week arms grip and swinging back face to face; Syn’s arms go widespread off the break and Paige leaps up, planting her in the mat with a textbook Armbreaker. Paige’s head snaps off the mat and she lays there reliving her pain as Syn rolls around hiding her bad arm behind her good arm, shaking her head and screaming no before the ref even gets there to ask.

Flash: Paige is being downright sadistic with Syn’s arm but the damage Syn dealt earlier in this match is paying dividends that’s keeping Paige from finishing her off.

Leppard: Yet. Syn can only survive so much longer, her defense is one-armed and thus weak; she’s got a lot less options than Paige and a lot fewer ways to regain control. She’s fish in a barrel, all Paige has to do is shoot.

Flash: It’s not going to be that simple, it’s never that simple with Syn Skyler, she has worked her entire career for this match, for this moment and no matter what she suffers she’s not going to give in. She’s not going to lose. She’s not going to let Paige be right. She’s going to be Women’s Champion.

Leppard: Yeah or have her arm amputated from trying. I’ll admit she was in obvious control of Paige when she was fresh but now she’s just a loser waiting to happen. She handed this match to Paige, she took the risk and the risk didn’t pay off; now Paige is going to reap her mistake. Deal with it Syn.

Paige pushes herself up onto all fours and throws herself on top of Syn for the pin.

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Syn barely kicks out and Paige shoves her onto her stomach, grabbing onto her arm for the Perfect Armbar, trying to flatten and straighten it out. Syn screams in pain at the press put on her arm but knows she has to get up to her feet to stop it; she pushes up, bringing Paige and all her weight on her tortured arm as she does so She turns around and leaps, nailing Page with a Dropkick that sends her reeling back across the ring into the ropes, resting as the pull on Syn’s arm leaves her on the mat in pain again pushing back up to her feet. When she hits them she runs across the ring, cradling her arm and leaps into the corner, springboarding off the middle rope and using it to bounce to the top on the other side of the corner; just as Paige comes off the ropes she leaps with all her momentum and latches onto Paige with a Diving Tornado DDT. Syn spins her to spike her head in the mat but Paige tries to maintain control; Syn has too much momentum though and after another full rotation she finally plants the VWA Women’s Champion in the mat with the devastating maneuver. After she lands though Syn screams out, feeling the pain in her arm from the landing and crawls towards Paige, using her good arm to shove her over and leaping on for the cover.

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Paige barely kicks out at the last second and the crowd goes insane having thought that Syn had the title right there. Syn brings her head up revealing her face as a mixture of shock and agony as Paige rolls over onto her side and grabs the back of her head; immediately Syn helps her over on her stomach, leaping on her and locking her in Syns of the Flesh. The fans go insane as Syn arches back, grabbing onto Paige’s damaged neck, screaming in agony as louad as Paige herself as she forces her damaged arm to kill itself in the process of winning this match. The pain on Syn’s face says it all, what this match means to her, what this title means to her and how nothing is going to stop her tonight; Paige’ face is one of panic and desperation and her body language matches it as she drags herself up towards the ropes, stretching out her arms and finding nothing waiting to save her.

Flash: Syn has it Leppard! She fucking has it!

Leppard: NO NO NO NO NO NOOOO!

Flash: Paige is too far from the ropes, she’s too damaged, she’s going to have to give it up, she can’t survive; after all of this Syn walks away with the title!

Leppard: NO! Her fucking arm, it’s useless, how is she doing this! This can’t have the power it normally does, it just can’t, survive Paige! Survive and win! PLEASE! FOR ME! MARK-MY-WORDS!

The crowd gets even louder with it’s cheers now, going wild as Syn nods her head as she screams in pain, her arm on fire, agony shooting through her body, her eyes squinting away the tears as Paige pulls forward and reaches out again still too far. She flails her arms desperately, as if that’ll brings the ropes closer and with Paige’s will dying down Syn finds new strength in herself and grits her teeth, yanking back on Paige’s neck with everything she has; her eyes wide and possessed as she blocks out the pain in her arm, ready to tear Paige’s head off for what she knows is hers. The ref asks the wide eyed Champion if she submits and Paige pauses for a second and shakes her head, the ref asks again and Paige’s hand comes out over the mat and trembles before she pulls forward and reaches out for the ropes, again finding nothing. The crowd explodes as the ref asks Paige again and she shakes her head, her hands disagreeing with her, shaking desperately over the mat as the crowd chants.

Crowd: TAP BITCH TAP!

 TAP BITCH TAP! 

TAP BITCH TAP!

Syn nods her head to it, waiting for Paige to give it up as the ref asks her again and her arms continue to tremble and shake uncontrollably over the mat. She brings her arm up high above the mat to slam it down and does, pulling herself forward and grabbing onto the ropes; inciting the crowd into a tirade of boos and hisses as the ref counts and Syn refuses to let go.

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The ref leans in and Syn lets go, rolling to her side, clutching her arm in pain and shaking from it as well; she lowers her head shaking it and then brings it up with a scary determined look on her face. It’s a look that riles the crowd back up immediately as Syn turns to get back to Paige and finds no one there; on the outside Perfection Personified lays sprawled out, pulling herself towards the apron skirt and using it to bring her up to a crouch. Syn shakes her head as the ref starts to count her out, not for one second letting Paige retain on countout, no matter how much pain she’s in.

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Syn crawls through the ropes down to the floor and pulls Paige up with her good arm only to eat a steel chair shot to her bad one. Syn screams in pain as the ref calls for the bell and the arena fills with boos as ‘Keeps Getting Better’ begins to play.

Chambers: Here is your winner as a result of a disqualification... SYN SKYLER!!!

Flash: That goddamn coward! That bitch just saved herself her title the only way she knew how!

Leppard: The important thing is she saved it Flashy and oh, what’s this? OH YES PLEASE!

Back at ringside Paige pulls the agonized Syn up to her feet by her hair and unfolds the chair, wrapping it around Syn’s arm; she flashes her cruel smile and then grabs onto her, dropping her to the floor with a steel chair Armbreaker. Syn rolls around screaming in pain at ringside with the chair still wrapped around her now useless arm and the crowd goes wild with hatred for Paige; Perfection Personified walks around the ring to get her title. She walks back around it now to stand over Syn and raise her title, she cocks her head to the side and fires off one sadistic syllable.

Paige: Ha.

She blows Syn a kiss and walks up the ramp with her title over her shoulder and her former Number One Contender left victimized once again; EMT’s hurrying to her aid.

Flash: Folks, Syn Skyler came into the this match without that arm fully healed, she dominated and I mean destroyed and humiliation Paige Michaels until she took a risk and landed on it wrong. When Paige saw that she was relentless and despite all that Syn Skyler should still be your VWA Women’s Champion right now. She overcame everything Paige had and was screwed in the end; now because Paige knows she can’t beat Syn, she wants her back on the shelf, it’s pathetic.

Leppard: I think Paige just--

Flash: Shut the fuck up Leppard; she mocked and humiliated and tortured Syn going into this match and she did it again tonight. The bitch doesn’t deserve that title, she doesn’t deserve to be in this company, she doesn’t deserve to be in this business and she’s one of the single most dispicable creatures on the face of this earth. I hope she’s happy. As far as I’m concerned, from now on she’s wearing Syn’s belt and I look forward to nothing more than the day Syn takes what belongs to her and that’s the VWA Women’s Championship. Paige Michaels is no longer the Champion, she’s a fake, a fraud and a joke; Syn Skyler is everything that belt deserves and means; no matter how damaged that arm is again, it’s going to heal and then Paige Michaels is fucked. That young woman being loaded on a stretcher is your rightful and next VWA Women's Champion. Mark my words.

The scene opens up backstage as still VWA Women’s Champion, Paige Michaels walks out into the back hall with her cruel little smile on her face; she’s clearly satisfied with herself as she pauses to admire her title. Her good mood’s interrupted as the Chaos GM herself, Rekkah Starr pushes off the wall and walks over to the woman holding the belt that she set company records with. Paige looks up, smile still intact as Rekkah fires her a glare that intensifies as she gets closer to Perfection Personified.

Paige: Rekkah, what a pleasure; come to congratulate me?

Rekkah: For what? That?

Her glare turns to a clear disgust as she points out to the arena where EMTs are still tending to Syn Skyler; Paige’s smirk just intensifies in response.

Rekkah: Is that really how you want to retain your title? By getting yourself disqualified? What’s the matter, couldn’t beat the "undeserving joke" as easily as you thought you could? Or what, not even at all?

Paige: I’m the most deserving, dominant VWA Women’s Champion in wrestling history. Lets drop the act, we both know I could have beaten her any way I wanted; I chose to end it that way. I’d given her enough of my time, she wasn’t worth the three more seconds.

Rekkah: That’s one person’s opinion. Want to hear another one?

Paige: Not particularly, no.

Rekkah: I guess it’s a good thing it’s not up to you then isn’t it? Andrew Flash is one hundred percent right, Syn Skyler earned that title tonight. Black Rose may have won a title shot earlier tonight but Syn will get her rematch.

Paige rolls her eyes and puts on her fake overly sweet smile.

Paige: She’s hardly in any condition to be--

Rekkah: No. No she isn’t. But I think she hates you enough to just not give a fuck about her condition. Regardless of her health, she’s getting that rematch and she’s getting it next week on Chaos!

Paige hides her anger, sticking her nose up in the air, breaking out her cruel smile and parting her lips for that single crushing syllable.

Paige: H--

Rekkah: And for your sake you better hope that little stunt didn’t put her back in a cast because it’s going to be No DQ and just to make sure the real Champion walks out with the gold... I’m going to be there to referee. Sounds just perfect doesn’t it?

Paige is left speechless, clutching her title as Rekkah nods her head smiling and steps off, she turns back and launches the ultimate insult in Perfection Personified’s direction.

Rekkah: Ha.

Rekkah walks off down the hall leaving Paige to stew and panic as the scene fades out, clutching the title that she may indeed be on borrowed time with from here to Chaos.

The scene opens backstage on a pair of boots walking through the hallways of the arena. They're not just any boots however, they're boots that belong to a man that the fans obviously love a lot, given their cheering reaction. The flames on said boots are a dead give away as well, and as the camera floats up, it shows the owner of said boots, The Phoenix; Kaji Fireson, making his way down the hallway, and towards the ring for his match. As the camera hits him the fans explode with cheers in the arena, but something stops Kaji from his mission to get to the ring, as he slows down, and is seemingly looking at someone. Not even a moment after he comes to a complete stop, that someone is revealed as Chaos' General Manager; Rekkah Starr, as the camera turns to show her standing in front of The Phoenix.

Rekkah: Kaji... you look ready. I'm glad. Are you absolutely sure you're ready for what you're about to do though? There's a lot riding on this match.

Fireson: While I appreciate the rather random concern for my well-being, Rekkah... I assure you I know what I'm doing. I have no intention of losing this match and giving Jude what he wants.

Chaos' General Manager forces a smile, almost as if she wants to believe Kaji... but can't. She nods to him and crosses her arms across her chest, taking a deep breath in the process. Kaji tilts his head slightly to look at her.

Rekkah: Just doing a favor for a... friend... and making sure you're doing alright while you're here. But Kaji... are you sure you even know what it is Jude wants? He doesn't want you to just lose... he wants to make sure you don't have a reason to stay in this company once you're done.

Fireson: First of all, I have faith in my own ability. But if it does come to my failure tonight, taking away my title opportunities isn't going to take me away from my dream. I'm in this company for a reason, and it's going to stay that way.

Rekkah: I understand that. I guess I'm just saying... be careful. You've got a wife at home who cares about you and doesn't want to see you put through the things Jude puts you through.

Fireson nods at Rekkah, as it's clear he's got his match on his mind and not what she's saying to him. He reaches his wrist up and adjusts a bit of tape that's come loose, as he looks into the eyes of Chaos' General Manager.

Fireson: Allison knows how much being here means to me, Rekkah, and she knows that I know the risks. Neither of you have anything to worry about. I fell almost eighty feet and lived to tell the tale, I think I can take whatever Jude Lawson throws at me.

Rekkah smiles politely at Kaji as she laughs a little, remembering all the things that Kaji's went through in his career. She extends her hand for Fireson to take, and he does just that. The two shake and Rekkah smiles.

Rekkah: Good luck out there tonight, Kaji. I know what it takes to face someone you consider a friend in that ring, it's not an easy thing to you. I wish you the best of luck.

Fireson: I appreciate it, Rekkah... but luck's not going to win me this title. In fact... luck's nowhere to be found tonight. Tonight... it's all about skill.

Fireson walks off camera, leaving Chaos' General Manager standing there, a little worried about Kaji's future in The Volatile Wrestling Alliance. She nods to herself in an effort to gain reassurance, as the scene fades into a Rapture commercial.



The scene fades from the Rapture commercial and circle around the arena at the thousands of cheering fans. They're all excited for the show, as it comes to a stop at Flash and Leppard at ringside.

Flash: After what's already been one hell of a night tonight, up next we've got a match that's sure not to disappoint. It's Kaji Fireson fighting for The VWA Sup--

Leppard: Fighting for the last time, Flashy. You left that part out. The part where Fireson's going to fail and never get a shot at another VWA Championship again. You can't forget the best part.

Flash: What you and I see as the "best"... are two completely different things, Jordan. I for one am rooting for Fireson in this match, because a loss could very well end his drive to be a wrestler.

Leppard: Which is exactly why I'm not rooting for him, and going against everything I believe in to cheer for Rolento. After all, that big dumb idiot winning is better than Fireson holding gold.

Chambers: The following contest is schedule for one fall and it is for The VWA Supernova Championship!

The fans in the arena are already excited for the upcoming match, as cheers are already starting through the entire arena. They only get louder as 'Burn' hits the speakers and flames start to shoot out from the stage. After a few flickers of flames, orange pyro explodes from the stage and with the fans going crazy, The Phoenix; Kaji Fireson comes out from behind the curtains with a confident grin on his face. The sight of him of course causes the fans to go even more insane with cheers as Fireson steps out to the edge of the stage and looks around at the screaming fans, gaining even more confidence after hearing their reaction. The Phoenix takes a deep breath, as thoughts of victory are running through his mind, as well as thoughts of what will happen if he doesn't walk out victorious. He nods out to the fans and thrusts his fist high above his head as flames burst out from behind him, flicking to the top of the arena. The fans get even louder as Fireson readies himself for what could very well be his last Championship opportunity in The Volatile Wrestling Alliance, but despite that... he looks confident and ready.

Chambers: Introducing first, the challenger, from Savannah, Georgia, weighing in at 250 pounds, The Phoenix... KAJI FIRESON!!!

Leppard: Booooooo! Go back to failureville, loser! No one wants you here! Flashy... can we just kill Fireson and get this match over with before it even starts? That would make my night.

Flash: Uhh.. no. How about we just let them have their match - that will no doubt be an amazing on - and leave it at that? Yeah... that's what we're doing. You... you can just shut your face.

The Phoenix cracks his neck from side to side and proceeds to make his way down the ramp way, slapping a few hands of the fans near the entrance on the way down. He may be feeling confident, but that doesn't mean he's going to forget the support that the fans give him. The confidence in Fireson pushes him to the end of the ramp way, where he pauses for a moment and really takes in the reaction of the cheering crowd. He closes his eyes for a moment before opening them again and running, sliding under the bottom rope. The second he's in the ring he springs to his feet and turns in the ring, looking around at all the cheering fans in the process. He's feeling confident and ready for his match against the big man, and it's one he's not going to be taking lightly. As Kaji paces back and forth in the ring, the music cuts and the fans die down, readying themselves for the arrival of The VWA Supernova Champion. Fireson stands in the middle of the ring and takes a deep breath, as the arena falls to a hush.

Flash: Kajii looks as ready as he'll ever be, that's for sure. Something tells me that no matter happens here tonight, he's going to put on one hell of a show for these fans, and that's--

Leppard: Oh shut up. No one gives a shit what Kaji Fireson is going to do in the ring, because quite frankly... all he can do... is fail. Stop believing in a pipe dream, Flashy.

Kaji stands in the ring, ready and waiting, as the lights go out and 'Blood On My Hands' hits the speakers. The fans absolutely explode with cheers as shots of pyro blasts from the stage, lighting up the arena as they fire off. Rapidly they get faster, and eventually a massive burst pops the lights back on and leaves the stage with smoke upon it. When the smoke clears, standing directly in the middle of the stage with The VWA Supernova Championship draped over his shoulder, is The Dark Adept himself... Jason Rolento. The sight of him causes the crowd to nearly riot with cheers as Rolento's looking down at the stage. He slowly brings his gaze up and looks down at Fireson in the ring with a snicker on his face, ready to defend his VWA Supernova Title. Jason doesn't budge anymore. He just stands on the stage and takes a deep breath, as he prepares himself to fight a man that he calls his friend. From behind the curtains comes Morgan Reid who pats Rolento on the back as he's at his side for support.

Chambers: His opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Morgan Reid, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 401 pounds, he is The VWA Supernova Champion... JASON ROLENTO!!!

Leppard: Pffft! As much as I want Fireson to lose... it makes me sick to my stomach to think that I have to cheer for this asshole. Someone just shoot them both so I can go home happy tonight.

Flash: As much as you claim to hate both men, Leppard... you sure as hell like to talk about them. I think you've secretly got a thing for them both and are too afraid to come out of the closet.

The VWA Supernova Champion stands on the stage with a serious look on his face as he slowly makes his way down the ramp way, with Morgan Reid following closely behind. Kaji clenches his fists, readying himself for a brawl, as Rolento makes it to the bottom of the ramp way and pauses for a moment. He looks up at Kaji in the ring and walks towards the apron, stepping up to it in one step and climbing over the top rope in another. The fans cheer even louder now as both men stand in the ring and Reid follows around the apron, clapping for the encounter as he does. Rolento lets The VWA Supernova Championship drop into one of his hands and he looks down at it for a moment, nodding to himself as he's reminded of what this is for. He hands the belt off to the ref as he and Fireson stand face to chest in the ring. The music cuts and Fireson steps forward, extending his hand to The VWA Supernova Champion as he does.

Flash: There's a tremendous amount of respect between these two men, and I think we're going to see that in the ring here tonight. This is going to be one hell of a match!

Leppard: You keep telling yourself that. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be asleep before the first pinfall attempt happens. These two are more boring than Chris Benoit.

Rolento looks down at Fireson hand as the ref holds The VWA Supernova Championship high above his head, signaling that it's on the line in this match. Jason nods as he takes Fireson's hand and shakes it, as the ref hands the belt off to a crew member and calls for the bell thereafter, getting the match underway.

*DING DING DING*

The fans explode with cheers for the start of the match, as Fireson and Rolento slowly circle the ring, keeping their eyes locked on each other. Kaji decides to make the first move as he calls for a lock up. Rolento looks at him for a moment in disbelief, but eventually shrugs and takes his friends challenges, locking up in the middle of the ring. Right before their arms lock, Kaji connects with a stiff right kick to Rolento's leg, that almost buckles him over. The Phoenix steps back and delivers another, this time causes Rolento to nearly trip. Kaji goes for a third, but as he does, Jason reaches down and grabs his foot, catching it in mid kick. The fans cheer as Rolento grabs Fireson by the throat and shoves him back, connecting his back with the corner turnbuckle. Jason lets out a war cry as he runs at Kaji, looking to squash him in the corner. Fireson of course ducks the shot, but Rolento doesn't collide with the turnbuckle. Instead... he turns around and nearly takes his challengers head off with a clothesline as Kaji turns around, thinking he's got the upper hand. The fans gasp as Fireson's head smacks the mat and he clutches the back of his neck. Jason shakes his head as he backs away from Kaji, allowing his friend to get to his feet. The Phoenix grabs the ropes and pulls himself up, as he shakes off the blow and calls for another lock up. Rolento obliges, only this time delivers a boot to Fireson's gut, keeling him over before he can strike. The Supernova Champion wraps his arm around Kaji's neck and lifts him, holding him for a moment in the air before dropping him with a powerful suplex. As the ring shakes, Rolento turns over and hooks Kaji's leg. The ref drops to the mat as Morgan Reid claps on the outside.

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Just before the two count Fireson gets his shoulder off the mat and the fans explode with cheers. The Phoenix arches his back, as it's obviously in some pain, as Rolento grabs him by the head and brings him to his feet, dragging him over to the corner turnbuckle. He pushes up on Fireson's chin and connects with a chop to the chest that echoes through the arena. The fans gasp as Rolento goes for another, but Fireson ducks the shot and grabs onto the rope, driving his foot into Rolento's side and knocking him to the turnbuckle. He follows up with a few more boots to keep The Supernova Champion exactly where he wants him.

Flash: Kaji's had a rough start to this match, but it looks like this is where he could turn it all around. Something tells me he's going to put the match in his favor right now.

Leppard: What ever could have given you that idea, Flashy? Perhaps the fact that the moron's in control right now? I swear to God... sometimes you make me want to vomit.

Flash: Sometimes? I'm impressed. I would have thought for sure it would be all the time. I guess I'm really starting to grow on you, eh? Just like Rolento's starting to--

Leppard: You... bite... your... tongue. That overgrown Twilight freak will never grow on me! Kaji's just got more to lose in this match, so he's my ideal choice for failure. You got that?!

Fireson fires off a few more shots, making sure to keep Rolento exactly where he wants him to be. After a few kicks, he steps up onto the second rope and looks down at Rolento, cocking his hand up for what looks to be a ten count of punches. He fires off the first shot and connects, causing the crowd to cheer along with him. He fires off another, and another, and another, and the crowd gets louder with every shot. He goes for another, but The VWA Supernova Champion's obviously had enough, as he reaches through Fireson's legs and hoists him up, looking for a powerbomb. Jason makes his way towards the middle of the ring and raises Fireson up, looking to gain more impact. As he does though, The Phoenix moves himself up and over Rolento's head, falling back to the mat as he does. He lands in a knelt position and as Rolento turns around, Fireson shoots his foot in the air, looking for The Blazing Kick! Unfortunately for him though, The Supernova Champion catches his foot and glares a little as the fans gasp in unison. Fireson's eyes widen as the mammoth of a man shoves him back hard, driving him into the corner turnbuckle on only one foot. Before Kaji can react, Rolento nearly crushes him in the corner with a huge body splash that causes the fans in the arena to cringe. Rolento backs up, glaring at Fireson, as Kaji stumbles forward and falls face first to the mat, having the wind knocked completely out of him. Rolento however, opts not to go for the cover, as he reaches down and brings Fireson right back to his feet, nodding to himself as he does. He grabs a hold of Kaji's arm and whips him across the ring and into the ropes. Fireson hits them hard and comes back at Rolento, ducking a clothesline attempt. Rather than running to the ropes again though, Fireson stops and fires back as Rolento turns, connect with The Blazing Kick! The fans go insane as Fireson nearly tears himself in half from the height, and Rolento falls to the mat in pain. Morgan - on the outside - looks worried for the man who's corner he's in.

Leppard: WHAT?! You have got to be fucking kidding me?! A Blazing Kick this early in the match?! Fireson... just... won. I'm going to puke my pants.

Flash: That was amazing! I can't believe he got his foot that high! Now all he has to do is follow up on the kick, and we could very well have a new Supernova Champion here tonight!

Leppard: No! That can't happen! Kaji Fireson is supposed to lose... and he's supposed to lose horribly! Say it isn't so, Flashy! Say it isn't so!

Flash: It looks as though it is so, Jordan... and judging by the fact that Kaji's looking down at Rolento right now... he's going for that cover that could be the first step to an amazing future in this company.

Fireson drops to his knees, in disbelief at the fact that he actually hit his finishing maneuver. He doesn't waste any more time though, and reaches over, hooking Rolento's leg, and looking to end it and become Supernova Champion. As he rolls on top of Rolento, the ref drops and starts his count.

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Rolento gets his shoulder off the mat and the fans go ballistic, sure that Fireson had the match won. Reid does the same on the outside, happy that Jason kicked out. Kaji sits up and grabs at his hair, completely shocked that he couldn't put The Supernova Champion away with his Blazing Kick. He pounds on the mat a few times out of frustration, but quickly realizes that it's not going to get him anywhere. The Phoenix rises, looking down at Rolento, who's still laying on his back, and needs to make a decision. Fireson nods to himself, obviously in his own head as he does, and makes his way over to the corner turnbuckle, looking back to make sure Rolento's still down. The fans know what's coming, as they explode with cheers as Kaji starts to climb the turnbuckle, making sure to steady himself as he does. Rolento's not far away, and he's still on the mat as Kaji's feet touch the top rope and The Phoenix stands straight up, taking one last breath before he leaps back, looking for The Phoenix Splash! What he gets instead however... he nothing but mat, as Rolento rolls out of the way and lets Kaji crash and burn. The fans gasp and fall to silence, as Kaji screams out in pain. The Supernova Champion shakes his head as he rolls over and takes advantage of Kaji's missed move, hooking The Phoenix' leg in the process.

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Somehow Kaji gets his shoulder off of the mat, and the fans go insane with cheers as he does. Reid looks shocked as all hell on the outside as the roof is nearly taken off the place and The Phoenix holds his arm up, making sure the world can see that he's not down for the count yet. Rolento sits up, still groggy from The Blazing Kick.

Flash: You can really tell how much Kaji wants this victory, Jordan. He's pulling out all of his stops, and he's doing it fast. If he hadn't crashed and burned on that Phoenix Splash--

Leppard: Rolento would have kicked out again! Know what? because if there's one person who's a bigger bitch than that Twilight freak... it's Kaji Fireson. He's not going to win this.

Flash: I wouldn't count him out yet... but at this point, it's not looking so good for him... I agree. He should have waited before pulling out that Phoenix Splash.

Leppard: But he couldn't... because he's a failure. I swear to God, Flashy... sometimes I wonder about you. Sometimes I wonder why I even both talking to you.

The Supernova Champion uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, shaking his head as he looks down at The Phoenix. The fans are still going crazy with cheers, obviously loving every second of this match. Fireson finally starts to show signs of movement as he rolls over, clutching his gut in pain as he does. Rolento shakes his head as he steps towards Kaji and looks down at him, extending his hand as he does. Fireson looks up at him wide eyed, and Jason nods at him, calling for him to take his hand. Fireson takes it and is pulled to his feet, as Rolento backs up, giving Kaji his space to refocus. The fans go crazy with cheers for the respect shown by Jason Rolento, as The Supernova Champion turns around and starts to walk towards the corner turnbuckle. Kaji looks over at him, thinking about running at him, but instead he takes a deep breath and takes a few steps forward. Rolento looks back at him and Kaji nods, as the match seems to restart. With the fans still cheering loudly, Rolento comes at Kaji, but Fireson maneuvers around him, delivering a kick to the side of Jason's thigh. The Supernova Champion swings his arm back, but again Kaji ducks and delivers a kick to his other thigh. Rolento grows a little frustrated as he swings back again, and again Kaji ducks the shot. But as he goes for the kick, Jason's ready and he grabs him by the throat, nearly foaming at the mouth as he does. He forces Kaji against the turnbuckle and starts to choke him, obviously out of frustration. The ref tries to pull him off, but Rolento's almost possessed. The fans look a little confused as Morgan is screaming at Rolento, and the ref has no choice but to count.

1..

Kaji's face starts to turn red, as he gasps for air.

2..

Rolento realizes what he's doing and lets go of Kaji's throat, taking a few steps back as he does. Morgan Reid shakes his head as The Supernova Champion turns his back to Kaji, who's coughing and trying to catch his breath after Rolento nearly snapped his neck in half.

Leppard: Did he just-- He did! Maybe there's some awesome buried within Jason Rolento somewhere after all. He just choked Kaji and the ref started to count him. That's big stuff.

Flash: That's Rolento losing his cool. I'm sure he had no intention of doing that to his friend, but his temper got the better of him. These two respect each other, Jordan.

Leppard: I can sit here and hope that it's all an act on Rolento's part, can't I? Of course I can, and that's exactly what I'm going to do... at least for tonight.

Flash: The fact that you yearn to see the bad in people, makes me really worried about your mental health. You need to get some help, and you need to get it fast.

Fireson clutches his throat, looking over at Rolento, who's shaking his head at his own actions. Morgan Reid keeps clapping on the outside, as Kaji walks over to Rolento and puts his hand on his shoulder. As he does, Rolento fires back with a right hand that sends Fireson reeling, and up and over the top rope to the floor. Kaji lands on his feet on the outside, but he stumbles back into the barricade. Rolento blinks, merely reacting on instinct, as the ref starts to count Fireson out.

1!

The fans continue to cheer for the match, as in the ring Rolento seems to be having a moral dilemma. Fireson shakes his head and looks up at his friend.

2!

Morgan Reid walks over to Kaji, motioning for him to get back in the ring, but as he does, Jason steps over the top rope and to the floor, reseting the ref's count.

1!

Kaji looks at him in disbelief, but as he starts to come at him, he knows this isn't the time for talking. Rolento swings at The Phoenix, but Kaji ducks the shot and runs, sliding back into the ring.

2!

The Supernova Champion grits his teeth and follows him, sliding back under as well. As he goes to get to his feet, Kaji runs at the ropes and comes back at him, hitting him with a basement dropkick that keeps him on his knees. Fireson follows up with a sleeper hold that he hopes can wear the big man down, but as Rolento rises with Fireson on his back, his face as red as an apple, it's clear that a sleeper isn't going to take him down. The fans continue to cheer loudly as Rolento reaches up and grabs Kaji by the shoulders, flipping him over his head and to the mat with a monstrous snapmare! Fireson arches his back in agony as The Supernova Champion glares down at him with victory in his eyes.

Flash: Something tells me the respect between these two may be gone out the window... at least for this match. I think you may be right about Rolento... he's out for blood.

Leppard: He wants to keep his title. If that means shattering the dreams of Kaji Fireson in this company... then so be it. I can't wait to watch Kaji walk out of here with tears rolling down his cheeks.

Flash: The fact that you get so much pleasure out of another man's suffering... truly says wonders about your character, you know that? I'm shocked you haven't been shot yet.

Leppard: People like me don't get shot, Flashy. We get praised. I know you're not used to that kind of treatment, given that only the elite have felt it.

Rolento reaches down and yanks Fireson to his feet, setting him up between his legs shortly after. The Supernova Champion lifts Fireson up and drapes him over his shoulders, setting him up for a crucifix powerbomb! The fans explode with cheers though, as Fireson kicks himself free with one arm and lands himself on the top rope in the process. Rolento turns, and The Phoenix soars, flipping and taking Rolento down to the mat with a huge arm drag from the top rope! Rolento hits the mat hard and arches his back, as Kaji struggles to climb on top of him, praying to God he can seal the deal.

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2..

Rolento gets his shoulder off the mat, turning over with anger as he does. Kaji scrambles to his feet and runs, hitting the ropes as he comes back at Rolento and hits a dropkick to The Supernova Champion's face. Rolento falls back against the ropes, still sitting on the mat, as Kaji runs back at to the opposite side of the ring and comes at him again, connecting with another dropkick to his face. With Rolento leaning against the bottom rope, Kaji makes his way to the turnbuckle and climbs it, as Morgan Reid looks worried on the outside. Fireson readies himself on the top rope and leaps, looking for an elbow drop! An elbow drop that connects, and causes The Supernova Champion to cry out in pain. Kaji forces himself back to his feet and grabs one of Rolento's legs, pulling him towards the middle of the ring with trouble, sure that he's got it now. He covers Jason and nods.

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Rolento gets his shoulder off the mat, and the fans go wild with cheers, excited that the match is going to continue again. Morgan Reid claps on the outside, proud that Jason's still in the game, as Kaji sits up, taking a deep breath so as not to lose his cool.

Leppard: You see, Flashy?! Kaji Fireson simply cannot win a match. It's not a myth. It's not Ripley's, Believe it or Not. The guy is a loser!

Flash: Having trouble putting away a man as gigantic and talented as Jason Rolento does not make Kaji Fireson a loser. In fact, the fact that he's still going after what's happened in this match... is nothing short of a miracle.

Leppard: Pffft! A miracle?! Please. What's a miracle is that he's still even employed. I just hope when he loses this match, he quits and never comes back to VWA.

Flash: If he does lose this match, I'm pretty sure he's not just going to walk away from a company that he loves, Leppard. You have far too little of faith in people.

The Phoenix crawls himself over to the ropes and pulls himself to his feet, shaking his head as he does. He locks eyes with Morgan Reid who nods to him, obviously not on his side, but showing he's got respect for him. Kaji turns around and sees Rolento starting to get to his feet, unsure of who he's going to pull off this victory after everything he's put Jason through already. He fixes his elbow pads and walks towards Rolento, just as The Supernova Champion gets to his feet. Fireson delivers a knee to Jason's gut, in an attempt to keep him under his control, but Rolento powers through it. Fireson fires off another shot, and follows up with an elbow to the back of the head, that seems to keep Rolento at bay. Kaji drags him over to the turnbuckle, but as he gets there, Jason shoves Kaji into it himself and starts to wail on him with punches to the gut and chest, keeping him in the corner with nowhere to go. Kaji tries as best he can to block the shots, but Rolento seems relentless. He fires off a few more shots and then steps back, as Kaji stumbles forward and right into a big boot that nearly takes his head off. With the fans still cheering and Morgan Reid clapping, Rolento shakes his head to regain focus and drops to his knees, covering The Phoenix. The ref drops as well to make the cover.

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Fireson somehow manages to get his shoulder off the mat, which of course drives the crowd completely insane as he does. Morgan can't believe his eyes, as Jason gets to his knees and grits his teeth, grabbing Kaji as he gets to his feet. He violently shoves Fireson into the corner turnbuckle, and pulls at his hair, frustrated about what to do to put his opponent away for good.

Flash: Jason Rolento better keep his cool here if he wants to prevail and keep his Supernova Title. I know he's in control of this match right now... but one wrong move because of his temper and--

Leppard: Fireson's neck could get snapped in half? Yeah... I don't really see a problem with that, Flashy. As far as I'm concerned... he can snap away. Snap away, I say!

Flash: He's not an animal, Leppard... and he's certainly not going to intentionally harm a man that he calls his friend. The shit that goes through your brain must make Hitler weep.

Leppard: I try, Flashy... I really do. Don't worry though, I'm nothing like Hitler. He killed almost an entire race. I just want to see Fireson suffer. That's not much to ask.

Fireson looks up at his former tag team partner with agony in his eyes, as Jason lets him go and walks out to the middle of the ring, obviously torn about how to handle the situation. If it were anyone else... they'd be destroyed, but he's got respect for Fireson. Respect that may vanish after Fireson takes advantage of Rolento's turned back and runs at him, kicking his leg out from under him! The Supernova Champion drops to one knee as Kaji keeps running and hits the ropes, coming back at Rolento with a boot to the chest. Jason stumbles back, hitting the ropes as he tries to get fully vertical and Kaji runs at him, leaping for a crossbody! The fans cheer, but as Fireson hits, Rolento catches him and roars as he gets to a fully vertical base, with Fireson stretched across his chest! Kaji tries to free himself, but it's no use. Rolento lifts him up and drops him with a backbreaker that nearly tears Kaji in half! The fans gasp as Fireson arches his back and rolls around the ring, trying to dull the pain... even a little. Rolento shakes his head and grabs Fireson by the back of the head, bringing him back to his feet. He whips him into the corner turnbuckle and Kaji hits hard, staying there as he does. Rolento rounds the ring and rungs at him full speed, almost leaping as he nears him. Fireson manages to duck out of the way and as Rolento turns around, he fires up with a Blazing Kick! A Blazing Kick that... BARELY... misses as Rolento ducks to the side just in time and Kaji gets caught up on the ropes. The Supernova Champion shakes his head as he pulls Kaji from the ropes, lifts him up, and quickly plants him with the Soul Crush before Fireson can even recover from getting caught up. Rolento shakes his head as he holds for the pin, and the fans go ballistic.

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3!!!

'Blood On My Hands' hits the speakers and Rolento gets to his knees, looking down at Fireson with dispair in his eyes. The fans are erupting in a mixed reaction at what this means.

Chambers: Here is your winner and still VWA Supernova Champion... JASON ROLENTO!!!

Leppard: YUS~! Kaji Fireson is officially out of chances! Do you know what this means?! It means he's going to slump around for the rest of his life... useless~!

Flash: It's unfortunate... but one hell of a battle, that's for sure. Both men should be proud of themselves after this one. Even Kaji... who's going to suffer for his loss.

Rolento gets to his feet as he's handed his VWA Supernova Championship. Morgan Reid climbs in the ring and looks up at Rolento, who's looking down at the man who's future he's just ruined. He takes a deep breath and the fans continue to erupt, as the scene fades backstage to show The VWA Bloodsport Champion; Brennan Knight, standing with his belt draped over his shoulder. Nothing special is behind him, and he wastes no time getting to what he has to say.

Brennan: From envy, hatred, and malice, and all uncharitableness, I come full of my own malefic aims to propagate my thoughts and meanderings to you — the masses — to taint this world with the black vile that runs from my mind like a septic renaissance. Some claim I am a man gone terribly insane. Others claim me to be the devil incarnate. Perhaps there is some truth in both of these thoughts.

But who are you to judge me? You are all part of the problem. You go to church every Sunday to worship a god that you don’t believe exists. You tell your children “good job” even in the face of the most pathetic mediocrity. You live lives that are worth less than the cockroaches that share your homes. And like them, you scatter just as quickly when my brilliance shines down upon you. You, the people, the mob – the same people who boo me one minute and then cheer for the blood I spill the next. You’re all so fucking predictable. You scream for the nightmare to end, but when it’s over you can’t wait for it to begin again. Like junkies, I’ve got you hooked to the ruination I create. You line up around the block, en masse, with your shirt sleeves rolled up and your veins bulging, waiting for that needle to sink in deep and deliver a shot of my reckoning.

Brennan takes a deep breath and keeps peering into the camera, obviously ready for what will turn out to be one hell of a fight he's hoping. He's confident and cocky, but that's to be expected.

Brennan: You cheer me when I want you to. You boo me when I allow it. You cry for men like Daniels and Mason because I have made them heroes. I created the hysteria. I birthed this shit. I say jump, you walk off a building. You buy Mason merchandise because of the awful things I do to him, and you buy my merchandise because I do awful things to Mason. Do you get it now? Am I starting to get through to you? You’re all nothing but microscopic cogs in my catastrophic plan. This has all been designed and directed by my unending, unquenchable desire to burn everything you know to the ground, to leave behind only my laying waste.

This week, this Purgatory, and with it another sacrifice. Nothing But Heart. I hereby declare you a dead man walking. You may think you’re safe from the madness pit because Jude Lawson has decided to spare you from my more violent tendencies. He has bet that I’d rather go through the trouble of wrestling you instead of just getting things done my way – the quick, dirty, bloody way. After all, if Mason can beat you in such a gentlemanly match, certainly I believe I can do the same.

I say it doesn’t fucking matter.

Brennan looks into the camera, cold and calculated, as he continues what he has to say, and prepares himself for his defense of The VWA Bloodsport Championship.

Brennan: All the rules and all the preconditions in the world can’t save you, Travis. All the cries about no closed fists or breaking on five from the referee won’t save you. Because the sick little truth is that I am that much better than you. I don’t need chairs or razor blades or sledgehammers to hurt you. All I need is my imagination, my blood-caked fingers, and the will to do what needs to be done. A long time ago I learned a valuable life lesson: Lady Fate plays favorites. So I gut that bitch and went about my business. Unimpeded. Unobstructed. I will win, Travis. I will beat you. And then I’ll have my way with you. When it’s all over, and you look up at me with those old eyes, I’ll kick you straight in the face. I’ll drag your tired, wheezing body out of the ring and I’ll find something hard and unforgiving to beat you with until anything within ten feet is painted red. And no one will come to your rescue. Because there is no one left to care.

Your remains will resemble that of a cleaved abortion. And you shall be wholly and utterly rendered asunder. Thou shalt be for fuel to the fire; thy blood shall be in the midst of the land, thou shalt be no more remembered; for I, Brennan, have spoken it.

Say your prayers, Travis. You’re very much alone in the valley of the shadow.

Brennan smirks, as the fans are going insane with a mixed reaction for The Bloodsport Champion. He walks off camera, leaving everyone to dwell on his words, as the scene fades to a commercial.

The scene opens backstage with Nothing Special; Travis Daniels walking down the hallway, obviously getting ready for his match that's coming up very soon. The sight of him causes the fans to cheer, as he looks ready for what will turn out to be a fateful encounter. On his journey through the halls though, he's halted, and as the camera turns it shows that the reason he's halted... is because Jude Lawson is standing in front of him with a sickening grin on his fans. Daniels stands a little defensive as Jude speaks the first words, through the booing fans.

Jude: Looks like you're ready for you match, Travis. Are you confident that you can take down Brennan Knight?

Daniels: I--

Jude: That was a rhetorical question, smartass. I heard what you said on the weeks leading up to this night. I know what this match means to you now... or rather... what it doesn't, and I've got to say I'm rather sick to my stomach.

Daniels looks at Jude, not impressed with his words, but he doesn't say anything himself. He just lets Jude continues to talk as the fans in the arena can be heard booing loudly for VWA's Owner.

Jude: The VWA Bloodsport Title has been held by many a great men, and you just want to toss it aside like you're better than it? Let me make something perfectly clear to you, Travis... you're not better than that belt. In fact, you're barely better than any man in this company. So instead of focusing on a match that you failed to win... maybe you should put your priorities into something that's more... in your league.

Daniels: Don't act like you know anything about me, Jude.

Jude: I can only comment on what I see, Travis... and what I see, is an ungrateful little bitch who thinks he's too big for the pants he's wearing. Well guess what, you're not too big for them... they're too big for you. See... I have a theory about why you're washing your hands of The Bloodsport Title, and it's because you're afraid of what Brennan can do.

Daniels looks at Jude and scoffs through the booing fans, shaking his head from side to side. He gets right in VWA's Owner's face and grits his teeth.

Daniels: I'm not afraid of anyone, Jude... let alone Brennan Knight.

Jude: Well, you could have fooled me. And because of your little stint before tonight, I'm going to be watching you. If you don't smarten up and respect the chances that you're given... then you're going to wind up just like Kaji Fireson; useless... and pathetic.

Jude walks away from Daniels, leaving Nothing Special standing there with an annoyed look on his face. The fans keep booing for Jude's appears, as the scene fades down to ringside.

Flash: Well... Jude certainly put Daniels in his place, that's for sure. With some big words too, I might add. Hopefully that knocks some sense into Travis...

Leppard: Are you kidding?! He's afraid of Brennan. He's also afraid of Mason... and Jude... and me! Travis Daniels is a joke in this business, who needs to be put down.

Chambers: The following triple threat contest is scheduled for one fall and is for The VWA Bloodsport Championship!

The opening chords of 'Nothing Special' begin to play through the arena, the lights dimming and a dark blue spotlight now circles the sold out Madison Square Garden. There's already a few cheers for tonights hometown hero, and as the music picks up tempo, a blast of blue pyro explodes on the stage. With blue lights now flashing on the stage, Travis Daniels is standing at the top of the ramp, eyes locked on the ring in front of him. He pulls his attention away for a moment, to look around the packed arena. Daniels then begins his walk down the ramp, taking in the cheers from those in attendance.

Chambers: Introducing first, the challenger, from New York, New York, weighing in at 231 pounds, Nothing Special... TRAVIS DANIELS!!!

The fans cheer as his name is announced to the arena, Daniels continues his walk down the ramp he pauses at the base of the ramp and takes a deep breath. He then slides into the ring, not playing to the fans and Daniels doesn't look excited to be performing tonight in front of his hometown. The lights return to normal and Daniels is in his corner waiting for the bell.

Flashy: Travis Daniels doesn't seem to be himself tonight.

Leppard: Yeah and as awesome as that sounds...It's not even the cool kinda change, it's like he just switched to a different type of lame.

'Brand New Start' by Alter Bridge now plays through the arena, a soft blue light fills the arena as the opening notes play. Blake Mason steps out onto the stage a couple of second later, no tilted sunglasses, no flash to the former Champion here tonight. He looks around at the arena, clearly in a very similar mindset as Travis Daniels. Only Mason isn't given the welcome that Daniels was, Mason is met with thunderous boos, insults being shouted from the crowd towards Blake. He ignores them, no cocky smile, not even a confident stride in his step. He heads to the ring but he doesn't seem excited to be here, the prospect of being Bloodsport Champion seems to be worthless to him.

Chambers: His opponent, the challenger, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 230 pounds... BLAKE MASON!!!

He climbs up onto the ring apron and steps between the ropes, he looks around at the booing arena as the lights return to normal. Mason looks bitter about being in that ring right now, his music fading out and the arena is silent for a moment as Mason stands in his corner, one next to Daniels.

Flash: Not sure what has gotten into these two.

Leppard: The knowledge of being completely fucked is what got into them. Brennan Knight breaks people Flashy, he breaks them!

'Stronger' by Kanye West plays in the arena now, blue and white lights shining down onto the stage. It seems that Brennan is playing up the anticipation factor, making the people wait for his arrival. Boos have already filled the arena, Daniels and Mason have their eyes locked on the curtain and sways slightly. Suddenly, Daniels falls the mat face first, the sound of steel meeting skull fills the building. Mason turns around, looking to see what happened and he gets clocked with a chair as well! Brennan Knight stands over them with a chair in hand, Brennan raises the chair up and slams it back down across the back of Blake Mason! Brennan then turns to Daniels, driving the top of the chair right into the center of Travis' spine.

Flash: Where the hell did Knight come from?!

Leppard: I don't know, but he's destroying Mason and Daniels so does it really matter? He's doing us a favor.

Flash: He's trying to take them out before the match can begin!

Leppard: Yeah, but they don't deserve the match, so is it really a bad thing?

Brennan looks at both men, Mason seems to the be making more progress in getting to his feet, so he is who Knight targets first. The ref tells Brennan to drop the chair, so that the match can officially begin, but Brennan doesn't seem to want that at all. He pulls Mason up with one hand, shoving him back into a corner and then driving the edge of the chair into Mason's midsection! Brennan unsaps the Bloodsport Championship from around his waist and he hands it to the official, who passes it off to the time keeper but the match still hasn't begun. Brennan drives the side of the chair into Blake's neck, clearly looking to simply destroy Blake Mason in the ring. Brennan backs up half-way across the ring before running at Mason, driving the seat of the chair right into Blake's face! The sound of the chair hitting Mason echoes through the building, Mason stands in the corner a moment longer, clearly out on his feet. But then Blake falls, hitting the canvas face first and Brennan turns his attention to Travis. Travis is just getting to his feet, a hand favoring his back as Brennan smashes the chair over the skull of Travis! Daniels falls into the corner, slumped down against the bottom and Brennan begins to back up to the center of the ring again. Knight runs at Daniels, leaving his feet and placing them behind the seat of the chair and then driving the chair into the face of Daniels! Daniels slumps down to his side, Brennan getting to his feet with a sick look of enjoyment on his face. He turns his attention to Blake again, grabbing the arm of Mason and sliding it through the chair. The arena is full of boos now, Brennan jumping up and stomping on the chair, nearly snapping Mason's arm! Mason cries out in pain, Brennan lifts up his foot, driving it down onto the chair! Mason tries to withdraw his arm, but Brennan keeps his foot on the chair to prevent that from happening. Brennan looks into the eyes of Blake Mason, and continues to do so as he stomps on the chair again! Blake cries out in pain again, the cry is agonizing to even hear, the kind that makes a person's blood run cold. The arm of Mason may just be shattered, but Brennan simply can't stop. Knight continues to stomp on the chair, growing more and more rapid until he stops after what has to be at least the thirteenth time. Brennan slides the chair off the arm of Mason, who quickly clutches his arm to his chest. Brennan has a sick look of satisfaction on his face, he pats the chair for a moment as if it were a loyal pet, then drives the edge of it into the back of Mason's skull!

Flash: Brennan Knight is sick! He may have just snapped Mason's arm in two!

Leppard: I know! Isn't is great?! Fuck 'em up Brennan, keep going!

Brennan now turns his attention back to Daniels, who has his hands on the top rope and is trying to pull himself up. Knight stalks Daniels like a killer from a horror movie, not running, not showing any sense of urgency...Just a calm stride, a smirk of enjoyment on his face. Brennan drives the chair into the midsection of Daniels, who is sent staggering back into a corner. It's not just the one time however, Brennan drives the chair into the midsection of Daniels another four times before he unfolds it, setting it on the canvas in front of the doubled over Daniels. Knight grabs Travis in a front facelock, snapping Daniels down face first with a DDT onto the unfolded chair! Daniels lays face down on the canvas, Brennan picks up the chair again, glaring at the ref that tried to take it away, trying to allow this match to begin officially. Brennan then picks Daniels up, who now has a bit of blood trickling down his face, a cut just above his hair line. Brennan looks at the blood and it only seems to enhance his enjoyment, almost as if seeing the blood of Daniels is encouragement to him. Brennan wraps a hand around the throat of Daniels, choking the life out of the former Bloodsport champion! Knight looks right into the eyes of Daniels, who tries to push Brennan away but the chair shots have already worn him down a bit. Having the hand of Knight wrapped around his throat, slowly choking the life out of him only makes his attempts to free himself a little more futile. Knight backs away eventually, leaving Daniels coughing and gasping for air in the corner. Knight knees Daniels in the midsection, Daniels is doubled over and blood drips down onto the canvas. Brennan looks at Daniels for a moment, before uppercutting him with the chair! Daniels falls back down the canvas, a battered and somewhat bloodied mess. Brennan then turns to Mason, who is sitting in the corner clutching his right arm still. Brennan makes his way back over to Mason, driving his boot into Blake's arm! Mason tries to slide out of the ring, but Brennan stands on the ankle of Blake to stop him, the legs of the chair gripped firmly in his hands. Brennan lifts the chair up, then driving it down into the side of Mason's knee! Brennan sends a series of rapid chair shots into the knee of Mason, stopping after the fourth one and pulling Blake into the center of the ring.

Flash: Brennan Knight is possessed here tonight! After Mason and Daniels disrespected the Bloodsport Championship, maybe I shouldn't be too surprised.

Leppard: I don't care what his reasoning is, I don't think I've ever seen two men handled the way Knight has Mason and Daniels right now.

Brennan drives the chair into the face of Mason in the center of the ring, before he unfolds it slightly and traps Mason's neck in the chair. Brennan then begins to climb the turnbuckles, stopping on the middle one and lining up his landing. Brennan leaps off the second rope, looking to snap the neck of Mason but he's nailed in mid-air by a flying shoulder block from Daniels! Knight spirals out of the air, Daniels lays on the canvas clearly hurting. Brennan lays on the canvas for a moment, holding his jaw and it seems that Brennan has got even more reason to be pissed off. He gets to his feet, sliding the chair off Mason and moving back towards Daniels, driving the chair into his ribcage! Daniels hits a right hand to the side of Brennan's head, it stuns Knight for a split second, long enough for Travis to land another shot. Brennan takes a step forward, the chair not falling out of his grip, Daniels fires another right hand and Knight staggers back against the ropes. Daniels falls back into a corner, wiping some of the blood off his face. Travis isn't fighting for a belt, he's fighting merely for survival and with Knight still holding that chair, he's not safe yet. Daniels pushes himself out of the corner, making his way towards Knight, clearly disoriented from the chair shots to the head. Travis grabs the chair and tries to pry it out of Knight's hands, but he refuses to let go of the chair. The two fight over possession, before Brennan shoves the chair into Daniels' ribcage! Daniels' grip on the chair breaks, Brennan still having possession of it. Knight now grabs Daniels by the chair, standing him up straight and placing the top of the chair against the throat of Daniels. Brennan then pushes the head of Daniels down, the legs of the chair hit the canvas and the throat of Travis is crushed against the edge of the chair! Travis falls back, clutching his throat as he rolls out of the ring and Brennan turns back to Mason who hasn't moved really in the center of the ring.

Flash: He just crushed the throat of Travis Daniels, why hasn't anyone tried to stop this?

Leppard: Daniels tried, he just failed. No one else wants to help them, like you said they had this coming.

Flash: I don't think that's quite what I said...

Leppard: Close enough.

Brennan looks at Blake, a smirk on his face and Brennan tosses the chair to the outside and he then glares at the ref, demanding that he ring the bell. Not wanting to suffer the same fate as Daniels and Mason, the ref gives Brennan what he wants.

*DING DING DING*

Flash: Well this match has now officially started, but there's pretty much nothing left of Mason or Daniels!

Leppard: Which means Brennan Knight may retain in record time... RECORD... TIME!

Brennan Knight grabs the arm of Mason and drives his boot down into the already injured arm of Mason, clearly taking pleasure in the damage he's doing now. Brennan begins to pull Mason up, hitting a couple of stiff elbows to the face before whipping Mason across the ring into a corner. Brennan then charges at Mason, leaping up and driving a knee right into Blake's face! Mason already seems to be out of his feet, the impact of Brennan's knee doesn't help matters.Mason staggers out of the corner, walking right into a belly-to-belly suplex from Brennan! Blake's back bounces off the mat, rolls across the ring and grabs onto the middle rope, holding himself up on it. Blake is visibly in pain, Brennan runs at Blake from behind and jumps up, coming down with all his weight across Mason's spine! Brennan goes for a cover on Mason, looking to finally end this assault.

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Mason instinctivly gets a shoulder up, Brennan looks at Blake with a smirk on his face...Blake Mason just blew his once chance at mercy, Brennan was now ready to end Mason. He picks Mason up off the mat, hitting a couple of left hands before lifting him up off the mat. Knight keeps Mason in the air for a second, the fans all know what's coming next, driving Mason down into the canvas with a Omega Driver! Blake's neck nearly breaks on impact, his head is spiked violently into the canvas. Brennan goes for the cover on Mason again, after that impact, it'll take a miracle for Mason to kick out.

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'Stronger' hits the speakers and the fans look on in shock at Brennan's actions as he smirks wickedly.

Chambers: Here is your winner and still VWA Bloodsport Champion... BRENNAN KNIGHT!!!

Brennan Knight gets to his feet, he's handed his Bloodsport Championship back and he holds it above his head. Knight looks down at Mason, disgusted at the sight he sees at his feet.

Flash: This one is thankfully over.

Leppard: You know what would have made that even better? If it was Lawson and Omen instead of those two, then there would have been some sort of justice for them robbing Fenix earlier!

Flash: ...Are you still going to go on about that? Regardless of your sick little dreams, Brennan Knight has retained the Bloodsport Championship, and may have ended the careers of Blake Mason and Travis Daniels in the process.

Leppard: Don't get my hopes up Flashy...Please don't.

'Stronger' continues to play as Mason and Daniels are checked on, Brennan heading up the ramp with his Championship hanging off his shoulder. The scene cuts backstage to show Jamie Lockheart walking through the hallways, proud of himself for coming back to the company he once mocked. He's stopped in the hallway however, as Rapture's General Manager; Anastagio Armanno steps in front of him, looking pissed off as he does. Lockheart grins as he looks Armanno up and down.

Lockheart: Well well well, if it isn't Anastagio Armanno. I heard you were hired as one of Jude's lackies, but I never thought you'd be a General Manager. How's the head after that attack on Rapture?

Armanno: How's the head?! How's the head?! You're lucky I don't fire you on the fucking spot, Jamie.

Lockheart laughs as he shakes his head from side to side, obviously not taking anything that Armanno says very seriously. He smirks as he looks Armanno up and down again, shaking his head.

Lockheart: No... you're lucky that you can't. Because if you did... I'd leave you in a lot worse shape than I did on Rapture, Armanno. But don't worry, after tonight... you'll only see me at Pay-Per-Views, so... I'm lucky.

Armanno: You smug son of a bitch... being away didn't change you a bit, did it? You still think your shit doesn't stink. I--

Lockheart: Give it a rest, Armanno. No one's buying that you're better than anyone. Just turn your tail and run, and get the fuck away from me before I finish what I started on Rapture.

Armanno grits his teeth, not really wanting to start anything with the man that Jude just hired back. He shakes his head and turns around, walking away as he does. Lockheart shakes his head and turns around, coming face to face with Jude Lawson. Jude grins as he looks at Lockheart.

Jude: Making friends with the locals already, are you? That's good to see. I--

Lockheart: Look... Jude... I appreciate that you hired me back and all, but it doesn't make us friends. In fact... it doesn't make us anything. I still can't stand you, and you? Well... I'd prefer if I wasn't on your radar.

Jude nods at Lockheart and steps aside, letting Jamie walks passed him. As he leaves the scene, Jude glares the way that Lockheart left, as the scene fades to commercial.

The scene opens up backstage on the lockerroom of the VWA’s former owner, Shane Lawson; Shane’s sitting on the bench with his head lowered until he hears the door open, he looks up to see his best friend standing there with a blank look.

Lawson: Mike I’m not sure what--

Omen: Shane, forget that shit; I’m not going to come here and insult you. You know what you’re doing, I trust that and if I could help, if there wasn’t this fucking cage...well I still wouldn’t. I’d leave you to handle it yourself win or lose because I know that this time...that’s what you want. Hell it might even be what you need. And I’d never be the man to take that away from you.

Shane nods his head solemnly in respect of what his best friend’s told him and how well he just understands him. Like it’s second nature to him.

Lawson: Thanks man.

Omen: Don’t thank me, just go out there and give them what they deserve. Got it?

Shane nods his head in response and walks past Mike, leaving his best friend to watch him go, a look of worry now beginning to break out across his face as the scene goes back to ringside.

Flash: After what's proven to be one hell of a night so far... now we've got the first of our four main events coming up, and it's going to be a violent one, that's for sure. Shane Lawson goes one on one with Krystia--

Leppard: Pffft! He's not going one on one with him, Flashy. He's going two on one. It's Shane Lawson... against the knees of doom~! Kavella's gonna make quick work of him.

Flash: I'm just going to pretend you didn't say that and move on with what we've got planned. Which is a video highlighting the history between these two men.

Leppard: A history that's not going to matter after this match, when Kavella completely destroys Lawson and makes the world forget he ever existed. Mark my words, Flashy! MARK MY WORDS~!

Flash looks over at Leppard with a groan on his face as he rolls his eyes and the sound of the screaming fans dies down. The scene fades to darkness, as the world prepares to watch a video package.

The scene fades from the video package and circles around the arena a few times, as the fans are now even more ready for the violence. The camera eventually comes to a halt at Flash and Leppard.

Leppard: There. We're done the stupid music video and now it's time for the violence, Flashy! We're going to get to see Kavella beat the holy hell out of Shane Lawson. Pun intended!

Flash: The amount of stupidity that exists within your body continues to astound me. You'd think after being surprised by it week in and week out I'd be used to it by now.

Leppard: You can't stop my awesomeness, Flashy! You can't stop it! I'm invincible~! Speaking on invincible. How awesome is it going to be when Kavella stomps Lawson's face off?

Flash: I think you mean knee his face off... but I'm hoping that doesn't happen. Shane needs this win, and he-- Oh. Looks like the cage is comin' down.

Sure enough, Flash is right, as the cage starts to descend from the roof and the fans go insane with cheers for an encounter they hope Lawson walks out of victorious. As it hits the ring, crew members latch it in place, and Tamzin brings the mic to her mouth through the cheering crowd.

Chambers: The following contest is a submission match held withing a cage where the only way to win is to force your opponent to tap out!

The fans in the arena quiet down, until 'Butterfly' hits the speakers and they immediately start to boo insanely loud for the man who's replaced Shane Lawson as Jude's son. Blue and silver pyro blasts from the stage and from behind the curtains comes Krystian Kavella with a cold and methodical look in his eyes. The sight of him only brings the crowd to boo even more, but Kavella doesn't care what they think of him, he's just concentrating on beating the shit out of the man he's facing. The Korrupt One lowers his gaze a little, smirking wickedly as pyro blasts out from behind him again, causing the crowd to erupt into an even loudly slew of boos. Kavella readies himself to make it to the ring, as the smirk on his face turns back to the cold calculated stare he came out with.

Chambers: Introducing first, from Santiago, Chile, weighing in at 209 pounds, The Korrupt One... KRYSTIAN KAVELLA!!!

Leppard: You see that man, Flashy? He's the man who's going to beat the living shit out of Shane Lawson and make what he did to Nigger Phil look like child's play.

Flash: I wouldn't count Lawson out if I were you, Leppard... especially given what he's fighting for here tonight. He's not going to just let Kavella walk away with the victory.

The Korrupt One makes his way down the ramp way, cold and calculated as he does. He's ready, and despite the booing of the fans, he looks like he's going to destroy whoever stands in his way. The fans continue to boo loudly as Kavella hits the bottom of the ramp way and looks up at the cage that's around the ring, smirking wickedly as he does. He takes a deep breath and rounds the ring, making his way up the steel steps and through the door of the cage, turning as he gets in with a smirk. The fans keep booing loudly as Kavella chuckles a little, turning his attention to the stage where his opponent for the night is going to come out. The music cuts and The Korrupt One looks up at the stage, as the fans die down.

Flash: I would hate to be Shane Lawson tonight... that's for sure. Kavella looks ready... and he looks really ready. I'm scared for him.

Leppard: You should be. You should be damn scared for him. Shane Lawson is going to die. He's going to die, Flashy! DIE~!

The fans in the arena quiet down until 'Revolution Is My Name' hits the speakers and they quickly start to cheer insanely loud. Kavella grits his teeth in the ring as purple pyro blasts from the stage, exploding out over the fans. From behind the curtains comes Shane Lawson, looking ripped and ready to fight The Korrupt One. The sight of him causes the fans to explode even louder with cheers as Lawson steps out to the edge of the stage, looking down at Kavella, who's trapped in the ring. Lawson looks back and forth at all the fans, nodding to them as pyro blasts off from behind him again, citing the fans to go even crazier with their reactions.

Chambers: His opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 240 pounds... SHANE LAWSON!!!

Leppard: Boooo! No one likes you! Go fail again like you did in The Rumble! Kavella's better than you! He already proved that earlier tonight!

Flash: Get a life. Even though Kavella won the Rumble, it doesn't mean that Lawson didn't do one hell of a job starting from number one. He's got to be feeling it still.

Lawson makes his way down the ramp way, nodding to a few of the fans as he does. He slaps their hands on the way down, appreciating their love for him as he hits the bottom of the ramp and looks into the ring at Kavella. The Korrupt One smirks wickedly, nodding at him as he calls for him to get in the ring. Lawson swallows hard, shaking his head as he makes his way to the side of the ring and up the steps. He takes a few steps up and looks in at Kavella, swallowing hard again as he does. He steps into the ring and Kavella steps back, grinning wickedly as he does. Lawson paces back and forth, readying himself for the match as the music cuts, and the fans keep going crazy for the encounter.

Flash: This is it, Leppard. An encounter that's going to go down in history. I can feel it. This is going to be one hell of a match... that's for damn sure.

Leppard: If by that... you mean that Kavella's going to beat the shit out of Lawson... then I completely agree with you. Because that's what's going to happen. Mark my words.

With Lawson on the opposite side of the ring, Kavella paces back and forth, licking his lips in anticipation for what he's sure is going to be a blood bath. The crew members on the outside start to lock the cage closed as Kavella mouths to Lawson, "You're trapped like a rat." The former owner swallows hard as he readies himself for a fight and the ref on the outside... calls for the bell.

*DING DING DING*

The bell echoes through the arena and the fans quickly start to boo as Kavella wastes no time. He lunges at Lawson, delivering punch after kick after jab after knee... anything to inflict pain upon him! Lawson tries his best to block the shots, but it's becoming harder and harder as Kavella's getting quicker and quicker. The Korrupt One eventually gets him against the cage and slows down his assault a little, giving Lawson the opening that he needs. As Krystian steps back, Shane luges forward and nearly takes his head off with a vicious clothesline, that spins him to the mat. Lawson doesn't stop his assault there though, as Kavella lands, he mounts him from the side and starts to drive punch after punch into Kavella's skull, hoping to daze him. Krystian frees himself from the blows and rolls to his feet, leaping for a dropkick as he gets vertical. A dropkick that's blocked as Lawson shoves him aside. The Korrupt One comes back from it though as he stays in a kneeled position upon landing and runs at Lawson, leaping and driving both of his knees into Shane's chest. Lawson stumbles back and hits the turnbuckle as the fans boo as Kavella runs at him again, and knees him in the gut to keep him in the corner. His assault is cold, as he springs off the bottom rope and knees Lawson in the jaw, causing the former owner to stumble forward and falls on his face, citing an annoyed reaction from the crowd, that's for sure. The Korrupt One raises an arm, proud of himself as he climbs the turnbuckle and turns, looking down at Lawson who's crawling to his feet. Krystian lets his hands rest on each side of the cage as he licks his lips in anticipation, just waiting for Lawson to get vertical. Sure enough, Shane does and as he turns around, The Korrupt One leaps, draping his legs over Lawson's shoulders. Unfortunately for Kavella though, Lawson catches him in mid air, stumbling back a little, and planting him with a powerbomb using his own momentum, shaking the ring in the process! The fans explode with cheers as Lawson stays seated on the mat. He shakes his head and rolls Kavella over, as he pulls himself to his feet using the ropes and looks to assess his next move.

Flash: Whoa! An amazing reversal at the hands of Shane Lawson. It's stuff like that that's going to keep Kavella at bay, and may actually win Shane this match.

Leppard: Yeah... I don't care what you think is going to happen, Flashy... Shane Lawson is not winning this match. It just can't happen. It won't happen!

Flash: Well he's certainly in the lead right now, and I don't think these fans are complaining about that fact either. Maybe you should take your hatred for him up with... them.

Leppard: Shut your mouth. This is nothing but a minor setback for The Korrupt One. He's going to come back from this! It's only early in the match, God damnit~!

The former owner of The Volatile Wrestling Alliance takes a deep breath as the fans in the arena continue to cheer him loudly. He doesn't waste any time and walks over to Kavella, grabbing both of his legs and turning him over. The fans cheer as they know what's coming, but as Lawson tries to lock in Distorted Reality, The Korrupt One kicks up at him, nailing him right in the jaw in the process. Lawson flies back, clutching his mouth, as he covers it with his hand. He takes his hand away to reveal blood coming from it, obviously biting something with the boot. Kavella smirks as he gets to his feet and lets out a war cry as he runs at Lawson. Before Shane can even think to react, he's drilled with a knee to the gut that keels him over, followed by a double axe handle to the back of the skull that drops him to the mat. The fans boo as Kavella follows up with an elbow drop to Lawson's back, and then proceeds to wrench back on his head, putting pressure on the neck that Omen almost broke just under a month ago. Lawson screams in pain as he reaches to gain any sort of advantage. He knows his no use, and as The Korrupt One cackles with glee, he knows he's going to have to power out of it. So... that's exactly what he does, causing the fans to explode with cheers once more. Kavella doesn't want any of Lawson's power out though, and drives an elbow into the back of his skull, knocking him right back to the mat. The fans boo as Krystian rounds him and hooks his arms, looking for a grounded version of The Klynch! The fans notice it and start to boo louder, and as Kavella cocks his leg back to deliver the first blow, Lawson maneuvers himself and knocks Kavella to his side, managing to mount the offensive in the process! The fans cheer as Lawson delivers a few blows to Kavella's face and then gets to his feet, trying to regain his focus after the assault from Kavella. He walks away from The Korrupt One, which causes Kavella to see his opening. He kips up and runs, leaping to the top rope as he does. He holds onto the cage, grabbing a kendo stick that's hanging from it and leaps back, swinging it hard. Lawson turns around just in time to get cracked across the face with the stick, which causes him to drop straight to the mat and leave Kavella standing above him, wielding the kendo stick like a mad man with a grin on his face. The fans go insane with boos.

Leppard: That is what I call a comeback, Flashy. Lawson may have been in control a few moments ago, but Kavella surely turned that around quick with a shot to the fucking face~!

Flash: Yes... he's certainly using one of those hanging weapons to his advantage... that's for damn sure. I feel bad for Lawson if he can get his hands on more of them. He's a deadly weapon in an of himself.

Leppard: So having more deadly weapons is only natural, Flashy! Come on now... you have to cheer for Kavella. He's going to destroy Lawson! He's Jude's new favorite son!

Flash: So I've heard... it doesn't mean it doesn't make me sick to my fucking stomach though... that's for sure. Besides... I wouldn't count Lawson out just yet. He's come back from worse.

The fans continue to boo loudly as Lawson grabs the side of his head, blood pouring from a wound left by the wooden stick. As Kavella sees Lawson's pain, a sickening grin appears on his face, and he clutches the kendo stick even tighter, obviously not finished with it. The fans boo as The Korrupt One makes a calm and collected walk towards Lawson, who's trying to pull himself to his feet after the blow, stumbling a bit in the process. As he finally gets up with the help of the cage, Kavella swings the stick at him yet again, aiming for his head as well. Lawson ducks the shot though, and Kavella comes wood to steel with the cage, stunning himself for a moment. That moment is all Lawson needs too as he grabs the stick and positions it in front of The Korrupt One's throat, pulling back and choking him as he does. The fans explode with cheers as Lawson - complete with blood flowing from one side of his face - pulls back on the stick and starts to choke the life from Kavella, a man he's grown to hate. The Korrupt One kicks, trying to free himself, but Lawson moves back and steps up onto the second rope, sitting on the turnbuckle as he does, and choking The Korrupt One even more in the process. The fans continue to cheer loudly as Kavella tries anything to free himself, his face turning blue from the lack of oxygen. Lawson's face shows him as somewhat of a mad man, as he keeps pulling up on Kavella, smirking as he does. The Korrupt One however, finds a way out of the hold, as he reaches up and grabs the cage, kicking his foot up to Lawson's skull with the only energy he's got left. It only dazes Lawson though, and Kavella's forced to shoot up another kick, this time freeing himself from the hold. Lawson leans back against the cage, dazed from the shots as he drops the kendo stick and Kavella falls to his knees, coughing and hacking to try and take in as much air as he possibly can. The fans boo as Lawson leans against the cage, perched on the top rope... with nowhere to go as The Korrupt One slowly fills his lungs with air.

Flash: I thought for sure Lawson was going to pop Kavella's head off with that kendo stick! I'm surprised he got himself out of that. This match could easily be either man's, and it's not even close to as violent as it's going to get.

Leppard: You're damn right it's not! Kavella's going to wipe the floor with Lawson's blood by the end of this match, Flashy, and there's not a damn thing that you - or these fans - can do about it.

Flash: Again... don't count Lawson out of this thing just yet, Jordan. He's no stranger to these types of matches, and The Korrupt One obviously doesn't scares him.

Leppard: Yeah, but that's not talent. That's nothing but blind stupidity! He can't win this match. He failed against Hush... so what makes you think he can beat Kavella?! Yeah. Though so. Fail!

The fans are chanting Lawson's name, essentially begging him to come to first, but as The Korrupt One perches himself to one knees, it's looking like that may not happen. Kavella gets to his feet and grins maniacally as he slowly turns around to see Lawson still leaning against the corner of the cage. He smirks and rounds the ring, running at Lawson at full speed. As he leaps to get to his level, Lawson clutches a chair that's hanging from the cage and tosses it out at Kavella, knocking Jude's new "son" out of thin air! The fans explode with cheers as Kavella crumbles to the mat, clutching himself in pain as the chair falls next to him. Lawson shakes his head and uses the cage to pull himself to a standing position, still on the top rope. The Korrupt One rolls from side to side, doing anything to dull the pain from the chair shot, but it's no use. Lawson smirks and reaches up above him, clutching the ladder that's strung across the corner of the cage, and the fans proceed to explode with cheers as he takes it down carefully and places the top of it on Kavella's chest. The Korrupt One tries to free himself, but Lawson holds it down in place, before leaping and landing on the bottom of a rung, using all of his weight to drive the ladder into Kavella's rib cage! The fans explode with cheers as Lawson rides it to the mat and Krystian screams out in pain, clutching his chest in agony! The fans continue to go crazy as Lawson kicks the ladder aside and brings Kavella to his feet, not in any mood to stop the pain he's inflicting upon the man his father chose over him. Lawson hooks Kavella for a suplex and plants him in the middle of the mat, causing the fans to cheer even louder. The Korrupt One arches his back, obviously pained from the move, but Lawson doesn't let up. He transitions into a mounted position over Kavella and drives to drive fist after fist into The Korrupt One's face. Krystian blocks as many shots as he can through his pain, but Lawson just keeps coming, almost like a man possessed! He delivers one final blow and then grunts before getting to his feet and grabbing the ladder, leaning it against the cage as he figures out what to do next - Kavella laying on the mat, still clutching his chest.

Leppard: This is not how this is supposed to be happening, Flashy! He's not supposed to be winning this match! Someone get out here and help Kavella!

Flash: That's the beauty of this match, Jordan. No one can get inside to help Kavella. It works both ways, and I think it's going to backfire on The Korrupt One.

Leppard: You bite your tongue, Flashy! You bite your fucking tongue! Kavella will come back from this, and he'll come back hard! You can't stop him from coming back, motherfucker!

Flash: It's not my intention to stop him, Leppard... but it sure as hell is Shane Lawson's, and if I know Lawson... he's going to do everything in his power to make sure he succeeds in doing so.

Lawson roars with emotion as he grabs Kavella by the back of the head and brings him to his feet, looking to drive him into the ladder. He grabs onto Krystian's arm and whips him towards the ladder, but Kavella reverses it and sends Lawson flying towards it instead. Lawson catches himself, using the ladder to stop his momentum and he turns around... only to come face to knee with a rising one courtesy of The Korrupt One! The fans boo as Lawson reels back, leaning against the very ladder he perched against the cage. Kavella grins as he runs at Lawson and leaps up onto him, falling back with a monkey flip that sends him crashing into the cage on the other side of the ring, tangled between it and the ropes. Lawson groans in pain as he falls to the mat and Kavella turns over, on his hands and knees, grinning at Lawson as some blood begins to trickle down his forehead. The Korrupt One crawls over to Lawson and grabs his hair, driving him head first into the mat over and over and over again. With every bash... the fans show their hatred for The Korrupt One even more, but he's not paying any attention to them. Kavella pulls Lawson away from the ropes and drags him to his feet, whipping him across the ring and into the corner turnbuckle. He follows up with a dropkick that keeps him there, before walking over and grabbing the ladder that Shane set up. The fans of course show their hatred for The Korrupt One as he holds the ladder like a battering ram and charges at Lawson, driving it straight into his gut with all of his force. Shane cries out in pain, but Kavella keeps the ladder where it is, letting it rest against the mat as he does. He backs up a bit and takes a running start, running up the ladder and nearly taking Lawson's head off with an ensuguri that crumbles Shane to the mat, and takes the ladder with him. Kavella's a little worse off than he's like, but as he gets to his feet he kicks the ladder aside and assesses his damage, grinning wickedly as Lawson clutches his skull in agony.

Flash: And just like that... Kavella's in complete control of thing. I'm telling you Leppard... if I didn't know Shane as well as I do, I'd say he's a goner in this one.

Leppard: But he is a goner in this one! Come on, Flashy! Quit being such a moron! Shane Lawson is not going to win this match, and I think Kavella's made that perfectly clear already.

Flash: We're all entitled to our opinions, Leppard... and my opinion is that it's not over for Shane just yet. He's seen darker days than this, and--

Leppard: Oh shut up! Shane Lawson... is going to be forgotten after this match. Do you hear me?! Forgotten?! Krystian Kavella is going to erase him from existence! Period!

The Korrupt One looks out at the fans, who are booing him intensely. He's enjoying their hatred... a little too much actually. He kicks the ladder away again and reaches down, bringing Lawson to his feet as he does. He drags the former owner to the middle of the ring and smirks wickedly, butterflying his arms and looking for his dreaded finishing move. The fans start to boo insanely loud, hoping for any sort of miracle, as he looks like Lawson's dead on his feet. Kavella cocks his knee back, looking to start his dreaded Klynch, but as he does, Lawson turns and reverses Kavella's attempt, dropping him with a swinging neckbreaker in the process! The fans explode with cheers, but Lawson can't do much of anything after his desperation counter. He lays on the mat, blood flowing from one side of his face, as The Korrupt One clutches his neck in agony. Lawson turns over, knowing he's got to do something, anything to capitalize on his reversal. He grabs the ladder and puts Kavella's head through a rung, choking up on his throat as he does. The Korrupt One gasps for air again, but Lawson puts his feet on Krystian's shoulders, making sure he can't get out of the position he's in. Kavella screams in agony, as more pressure is applied to his neck. Lawson screams back, looking intense as he does so.

Lawson: JUST GIVE UP, KRYS! YOU'RE ONLY MAKING THIS HARDER ON YOURSELF!

The fans cheer for Lawson's trash talk, as The Korrupt One tries anything to free himself from Lawson's clutches. He pushes his feet against the cage, and manages to free himself, only to turn around and boot Lawson in the face, keeping him at bay. The former owner, shakes off the shot though, and starts to get to his feet, just as The Korrupt One does as well.

Flash: The amount of brutality that's already been in this match... astounds even me, and I doubt it's anywhere near ending. These two want blood.

Leppard: Lawson's already bleeding. What do you think that says about him, Flashy?! What do you think it says about him?! It says that he's a douchebag who's going to fail. That's what.

Flash: Your insights are just so... amazing. Where do you coming up with these things? Scratch that. Even sarcasm is making me want to kill you. Just call the match...

Leppard: That's exactly what I'm doing. I'm calling it like I see it, and what I see... is Lawson getting his ass kicked by Kavella. You can't hold that against me, motherfucker~!

Yes, why yes they do indeed want blood, or more of it anyway as they confront each other to clash head on now. Kavella stumbles, his head still light from getting choked which allows Lawson to throw the first punch. He also throws the second, and the third, but Kavella strikes back with the first knee of this fresh exchange, and it's directed right to the gut of this company's former owner. Lawson keels over, having been taken by surprise but his upper body is rocked upright again with a stiff European uppercut. With the son of Jude vertical again, the former Korrupt One sees fit to hack away mercilessly at his chest with a series of knife-edge chops. The repeated strikes force his opponent onto the back foot as he backpedals but he then throws himself forward at his opponent, getting a bit of help off the ropes to level him with a collapsing clothesline. Lawson scampers up now, making a beeline towards one of the surrounding steel walls to collect a 2x4 that's been half wrapped in barbed wire. It's a weapon he remembers well from his last Asylum match against The Silencer of All and he's looking to put it to good use again. Hello Mister Kavella and welcome to his wrath. The new son of Jude finds himself keeled over upon getting up due to a stabbing shot to the midsection and he grunts in pain. Lawson shrugs his shoulders a few times, loosening them up so he can swing even harder as he cracks Kavella across the back, dropping him to his knees where he's now positioned for a perfectly brutal execution. Deicide demands his opponent to submit while he still can but Kavella, oh so wearily, finds it in him to spit at the feet of Lawson which then gives the fan favorite enough incentive to go through with it and swing brutally at his face. The fans begin to cheer but then abruptly cut themselves off as it doesn't go according to plan. Kavella, who seemingly appeared down and out, found it in him to roll backwards and kick his legs up high, timing his maneuver impeccably to wrap his legs around one of the arms of his opponent to counter with an armbar takedown. Lawson doesn't know what hit him but finds himself now weaponless and within a makeshift submission while on his back.

Leppard: Oh snap, bitch! Oh snap! SYNAPSE! Pop goes the weasel, motherfucker!

Flash: ... pop goes the weasel, Jordan?

Leppard: No... pop goes the weasel, motherfucker. Now shut your face, I know I made it work.

Flash: Moving right along, as against this new Krystian as I am, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't impressed with that submission counter right there. He caught Shane completely off-guard.

That he did, Flashy, that he did and he lets him know it too as he cackles for a brief moment, really making sure to wrench on that wrist he's clutching at while Lawson tilts his head away to see where he had let go of his trusty weapon. Pain shoots up through his targeted limb and he grits his teeth, dealing with it stubbornly as he refuses to quit but this only encourages Kavella to apply even more pressure, making sure to twist his arm further out of shape. Lawson knows what he needs to as he reaches out with his free hand now, looking to grab that nearby 2x4 but his opponent sees his sleight of hand too quickly and then untangles his legs to strike one down with a grounded axe kick upon Lawson's other wrist. Deicide yelps, shutting his eyes tightly and when he opens them again, the weapon isn't where it originally was as he looks up to see it in the grasp of a very dangerous looking Korrupt One. And before Lawson can do anything, Kavella lets rip a low roundhouse kick that connects right across his jaw and knocks him down flat upon the mat. He mounts him now, pinning his stronger arm of the two down with a knee before tearing his shirt open at the chest. The fans aren't sure about what he plans on doing but they know it can't be pleasant and Kavella then confirms their worries by gripping the 2x4 at the middle and then carving it's barbed wire edge into his pectorials. He goes down the middle first, Lawson crying out in agony as the steel mesh rips at his outer layers of skin and it only gets worse as The Korrupt One continues with two diagonally slanted lines. He stands back up now, tossing the 2x4 aside to then help Lawson up, but only for the fans to see the damage he's done. With blood dripping down the torso of Deicide, we can spell one letter out clearly, and no one would have needed a second guess to figure out which it is; "K". Kavella sneers now, very proud of his handiwork and he admires it for a good while.

Kavella: You've been branded, Shane... and I've only just gotten fucking started.

Lawson is groggy and unable to respond now neither physically or verbally and Kavella takes full advantage by kicking him in the gut and then absolutely drilling him with a signature cradle piledriver. The Korrupt One stands tall and defiantly now over the very still body of his opponent. He slowly raises his arms and then extends them out by his sides, shutting his eyes to soak in the hatred and hostility coming from the fans who boo him thunderously. A slow smile creeps across his face though and he returns the feelings by turning and stomping down upon their representative a few times. With Lawson down and out for now, Kavella takes this opportunity to do some hunting and gathering as he climbs up the turnbuckles in one corner and then proceeds to keep going upward to reach the top of the cage. From here, he slides down two folded up tables that have been balancing on top of the steel structure and on his way down, he also sees fit to grab at a long steel chain, you know, just in case he finds a use for it while no one will doubt that he can't. Lawson is stirring around on the canvas by the time Kavella confronts him again. The Korrupt One pulls his opponent up to a vertical base, still clutching the steel chain which he tries wrapping around his neck now but before he can tighten it, Lawson manages to save himself with a heavy punt, a big kick out of desperation to the groin of Kavella that drops him to his knees like a sack of potatoes. The Korrupt One's eye's widen and his face turns pale as he tries taking deep breathes but there's not much he can do at the moment other than suck it up as Lawson seizes control of the chain and now wraps some of it around the neck of Kavella himself. He forms enough of a knot to keep it steady as he grabs the loose end and uses it to pulls Kavella up onto his feet.

Flash: It was all looking very bleak for Shane there but fortunately, he was able to turn things around just in time.

Leppard: Fortunately, Flashy? Fortunately?! This is a complete outrage! It's bullshit! Klynch him, Krys! Klynch him to death!

Flash: He won't be klynching Shane or anyone else for that matter as long as that chain's around his neck...

Leppard: Okay, so both you and Jude's total failure of a son can burn in hell! You're both disgraces to our almighty boss... consider yourself lucky that he hasn't fired you already!

The fans cheer for their bloodied and beaten hero now as he utilizes an Irish whip by pulling both the chain and neck of Kavella, but only to suddenly drag him back towards him for that short arm lariat he executes so well. Having been effectively torn from reality, The Korrupt One finds himself staring up at the lights now but those lights are blocked out by the boots of Deicide who stomps down upon him while keeping a firm grip on the chain. The fans enjoy what they see now with great pleasure as Lawson pulls Kavella up, again with a tug of the chain around his neck, and then lays eyes upon one of the wooden tables that his opponent managed to retrieve a little earlier. Deicide drags his man towards it before kicking at the back of one knee to force him down. With Kavella on his knees, Lawson grips the steel chain tightly and starts choking him maliciously, yelling at him once again to give it up before it's too late. Kavella isn't going too though, not now anyway and Lawson realizes this. The knot is untied and The Korrupt One is set free of the steel chain now, but not from the former Owner himself who he grabs the table and then sets it up, kicking its legs out so it stand erect. He pushes it into the center of the ring now and then looks for the ladder which has been neglected for some time now. He finds it quickly and then picks that up too, looking to set it down a few feet from the table but before he can, he finds himself tasting metal as Kavella snaps back to life with a dropkick to the ladder. Lawson collapses, the ladder falling down upon him as Kavella, sneers grabbing the fifteen foot monster and simply pushing at aside, setting it up at an angle in one corner to keep it out of the way. He re-attends to his opponent now who has been crawling up and he grabs him around the head, looking to keep him at his mercy but Deicide utilizes a few side elbows to the midsection to create a bit of distance between them. Kavella steps forward again, this time looking to score with a spinning back fist but it backfires on him tremendously with his opponent ducking and then latching an arm around his neck from behind to crunch him with a trademark Orton-esque backbreaker.

Leppard: I hate that back-to-back fucking backbreaker so goddamn much.

Flash: ... hey Jordan, you know what really breaks my back?

Leppard: I've heard back too many times! It's too much back! Back off! FUCK; IT'S LIKE A DISEASE!

Flash: Well you should have just called it what Shane does, partner... the Delusions of Grandeur. Which you know, is rather fitting since that's what Krystian has been having for several weeks now.

With Kavella down and slightly spasming in pain, he decides on wanting to keep him immobilized so he consults the steel chain again, picking it up and wrapping some of it around his fist to then whip it across Kavella's back. The Korrupt One screams out each time the steel rips the skin off his back, but this is payback from Lawson now for the 'K' that was torn into his chest earlier. One lash, two lash, three lash, four. Lawson then kicks Kavella over so his stomach is exposed and then whips two more times with all the strength he can muster. Kavella screams out some more but then answers a question before it's even answered. He isn't going to quit, he's not going to give up and Lawson shakes his head, tossing the chain away before dragging Kavella up. From here, the fans cheer like crazy as Lawson tries securing his opponent's head and neck while keeling him over, and in heavily unexpected fashion, Deicide starts doing to The Korrupt One what The Korrupt One has been doing to everyone else; the Klynch. He connects with one knee, and a second, and third but by the time he attempts a fourth, Kavella proves that he is indeed the master of his own brutal invention as he blocks that one with his forearms and then delivers a knee of his own, with this one going straight into the groin of this company's former owner. Lawson is forced to relinquish his hold upon The Korrupt One who now stumbles backwards, his vision not clear from those few knees and he tries shaking it off. Deicide, in the meantime, has miraculously kept his footing since that low blow but with thanks to the ropes as he slumped back against them. Once Kavella has re-composed himself, he sees red and charges at Lawson, looking to slam him against the steel wall that keeps them trapped but much to his dismay, Lawson falls forward before he can reach him, perhaps not deliberately but on his way down, he manages to make something of it with a makeshift legsweep that trips his opponent and sends him throat-first into the second rope. The Korrupt One is livid, and in a world of hurt right now as he slowly pushes himself up and away from the wall by using the ropes, but little does he know of the man stalking him from behind. Or at least, that's the impression that both Lawson and his legion of fans had gathered as he leaps up high, looking for a Reality Check once his man has turned to face him but somehow, someway, Kavella must have sensed it coming as he grabs at Lawson's head tightly and then shows impressive upper body strength to lift him right up before he can be planted with the cutter, for what turns out to be an inverted brainbuster that he drives Deicide down into the canvas, nay, the table with and splinters fly out in every direction!

Flash: I thought Shane had him there, damnit! I really did!

Leppard: Flashy, you unprofessional son of a bitch! Did it sound like you were favoring Lawson right there? Hmm, did it?!

Flash: Oh like you can tal--

Leppard: WOOOOO, KAVELLAAAAAAA! GIVE ME A K! GIVE ME AN R! GIVE ME A Y! GIVE ME AN S! AND WHAT DOES THAT SPELL? Ahem... WINNAAAAH!

The Korrupt One looks pleased with himself now as he stares at his lifeless opponent laying the debris of the broken table. The fans can't believe how quickly it turned around and smacked them all in their faces now so half of them can't even conjure up the energy to jeer and voice their disgust right now. Kavella drags his opponent out of the rubble now, but only then grab the second table now and set it up right near where the last once was. Lawson is jerked up and then slung across the table by Kavella who looks crazily determined. The former Supernova and Tag Team Champion clearly has something in mind here, something dangerous as he then turns to the cage, starting to climb up it but it doesn't come so easily to him anymore, not after the punishment that he and his enemy have put each other through. He goes over the ropes and continues, pushing his body as he makes his way up the steel mesh until he reaches the top and once he does, he takes some time to balance and stabilize himself will standing on the frame at the top. He looks down at Lawson, who still hasn't moved at all and then at the fans who are now roaring at him with some hatred that they're trying to knock him over with their voices. The Korrupt One flips them off though and then takes the leap, free-falling down as if he had been ordered to walk the plank and he performs not one, not two but two and a quarter rotations in the air for a patented 630 Splash! The fans hold their breath on his way down and shut their eyes as he nears the canvas until they hear the loud thud and crack of the table that results in Lawson not being completely broken in half as he managed to roll off it in time to force Kavella into self-destruction. The Korrupt One shakes on the canvas, rolling around in the debris while muttering many, many words very quickly in Spanish. It seems like he's cursing himself now and he damn well should be while he clutches desperately at his back, actually thankful for the table as it broke the impact and watered down the collision with the canvas itself. Lawson very slowly pushes himself up off the mat now, really willing himself up as he waits for Kavella to do the same although it takes The Korrupt One much longer. The delay is killing him, it's killing Deicide as he inches closer and closer to his opponent, wanting nothing more than him to stand up on at least one leg as the fans buzz with anticipation for the inevitable and eventually, it sure does come with Lawson leaping forward up and to lay his enemy out with a Reality Check!

Leppard: NUUUUUUUUU!

Flash: He's finally scored with his favorite maneuver but here's the tricky part, folks... he just can't pin him! Krystian Kavella must submit or quit for this match to end and I for one have no idea how that will happen!

Leppard: You have no idea how that will happen for good reason, Flashy... 'CAUSE IT WON'T! HAH! YEAH, SON! REAL TALK!

Flash: I really don't think you're in any position to be confident right now, Jordan. Look at the shape Kavella's in right now and look at Lawson's... oh and shit, speaking of Lawson's... look who has decided to disgrace us with his presence!

The fans have started booing loudly at the top of their lungs and for good reason too as Lawson turns his head to look at the stage where none other than his own father and this company's owner has decided to appear. Dressed in his black suit and wearing a stern expression, Jude adjusts his tie and then power walks down the ramp way, looking strangely calm and collected considering the current situation. Shane can only scoff, shaking his head as Jude draws nearer, possibly looking to serve as a distraction but it doesn't seem to work.

Lawson: Welcome to the show, dad... you came right in time to see the ending.

And with those words having been spat out with venom, Shane turns his back on his father and then heads over to one corner where a small white bag has been tied against the cage. He had noticed it much earlier but didn't feel the urge to use it, not until now as he lays claim to it and there's no surprise as he then starts littering the canvas with hundreds of shiny, silver thumbtacks. Deicide smirks now as he drags Kavella up now, making a throat-slashing gesture to his father before loading him onto his shoulders and letting him drop down slightly behind his back. Shane walks towards the thumbtacks now and we recognize this set up now as what he once used to make his best friend quit in one of their epic counters. He decides to spend out one final warning.

Lawson: Quit now or have your reality fucked, Krys... and just remember that daddy is watchi--

Kavella: Alright, a-alright... Sha... Shane I... I give i--

The Korrupt One quickly cuts himself off after cutting his opponent off and manages to take Deicide by surprise by wriggling and squirming himself right out of his clutches with deceptive speed. Jude smiles as his son whirls around now, having not expected to lose hold of his enemy now who knocks him right off his feet with a ruthless spinning back fist. The fan favorite falls back into the bed of thumbtacks yet they don't pierce him badly since there wasn't much impact. It can get worse though, a LOT worse and Kavella shows us how as he crouches down to grab hold of his opponent's head. With Jude watching on with a devilish smile, The Korrupt One proceeds to roll his son's head around, looking to force as many thumbtacks into his skull as he can. Lawson screams out wildly as the tiny barbs start sinking in and as Kavella drags him up again, we can see that he effectively made a makeshift crown of tacks around the head of the former king. Shane looks about ready to pass out as Kavella retrieves the ladder from the far corner and sets it up near the closest wall, and he then walks over to Jude who passes him something through the gaps in the chain-link wall. Kavella tucks whatever he was given deep into one pocket and then helps his opponent up, scooping him up from below in an electric chair before slowly but surely climbing up the ladder with him on his shoulders on the side nearest to the wall. The fans don't know what to do as they watch on, with both men reaching the top and from here, Kavella lets Lawson rest all doubled over upon the top while he scoots around to the other side of the ladder to oppose him. He now fishes into his pants to pull out Jude's gift, or gifts to be exact, which turn out being two sets of handcuffs. Kavella sneers as he cuffs each of Deicide's wrists and the pushes his body up and back so it's pressed against the wall of the cage. He cuffs the other halves of to the cage itself and then climbs up a little to grip the very top of the cage. He kicks backwards, letting the ladder fall to the canvas now before climbing down a little and then down one side of Lawson to bear him a grin that shows he has both keys now caught between his teeth. The Korrupt One lets them roll back into his mouth and he swallows them, making sure to show Shane his empty tongue as he opens it nice and wide with a fire in his eyes.

Flash: Oh my God, oh my God... he's a fucking psycho, Jordan... he's a fucking psycho.

Leppard: Words can't describe to you how happy I'm feeling now, Flashy... they just can't...

Flash: Ladies and gentlemen, it appears that The Korrupt One has done exactly what he promised to do several weeks ago on Rapture. He's actually krucified Shane Lawson!

Deicide has his arms spread all the way out on either side like to form a T-shape, to resemble that he's on a cross and his feet dangle in the air, not close enough to the ropes below to even have a base to lean on. The fans are eerily silent as Kavella looks around at them, and then to Shane, and then to Jude... who gives a slow and very deliberate nod while mouthing what appears to be "Now..."... and upon receiving that command, The Korrupt One climbs up another feet to be directly above the head of his opponent who then starts having his face bashed in savagely with repeated knees. This is a whole new Klynch, a fucking Krucifixtion and there's nothing Lawson can do about it as blood begins to pour from his nose and mouth. He's a mess, an absolute mess and he knows he's got no choices left other than the one that will hurt him more than all these knee strikes;

Lawson: I... I-I... I giv... I givvup... jutstopp... jussttopp...

The Korrupt One hears them loud and clear, as does the referee below who instantly calls for the bell to be rung. Kavella doesn't appear too keen on the idea of stopping though, not by any means as he remains up there, threatening to do more damage.

Chambers: Here is your winner... KRYSTIAN KAVELLA!!!

Leppard: THAT. WAS. FUCKING.... AWESOME!!!

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

'Butterfly' blares over the speakers but The Korrupt One isn't in the mood for celebrating, not just yet as he delivers another four or five heavy knees to the face before finally dropping down top the canvas where Jude is already waiting for him with a microphone in hand after instructing the door to be opened so he could enter. He doesn't say anything to Kavella but simply hands him the microphone and signals for the theme music to be cut off which it is. The Korrupt One is heavily beaten, bruised and fatigued but he still manages to talk slowly and scarily to all those who just witnessed what he did. See, he has just one short message to deliver.

Kavella: Take... a look... at your grand fucking savior now.

He points up to where Lawson is hanging lifelessly, his hands cuffed to the cage with his head drooped down into his chest. The fans can't boo, jeer and scream enough.

Kavella: You're aren't to call me The Korrupt One anymore, good people... for I... am no longer Korrupt. From this night on, I... am... Kryst.

The Korrupt One, well, Kryst... now drops the microphone and raises his arms out by his sides in a crucifix right below Lawson who's now being helped by members of the ring crew who have climbed up on the outside to try and free him. 'Butterfly' hits the speakers again and Jude proudly raises a bloodied arm of Kavella in the air, drawing upon indescribably amounts of heat from the fans as he cut to our commentators now at ringside.

Flash: He... is... Kryst?

Leppard: BOW DOWN, FLASHY! BOW DOWN!

The fans in the arena continue to boo insanely loud as the scene moves from the arena, to a monitor of what's happening in the arena. Chaos' General Manager; Rekkah Starr is watching what just happened with a look of shock on her face. She's upset. Visibly upset in fact, as she covers her face and turns away, not wanting to watch Shane downed anymore. As she uncovers her face and turns her attention upward, Anatagio Armanno is standing right in front of her with a cocky and arrogant grin on his face. She turns away from him, but Armanno grabs her arm, and she snaps at it.

Rekkah: I don't want to fucking hear what you have to say, Armanno. Just because you're Jude's little bitch now, doesn't mean your fucking opinion matters to me, alright?!

Armanno: I don't care if my opinion matters to you or not. I just wanted to make sure you were ready to get used to what you just witnessed.

Rekkah pulls her arm from Armanno's grasp and looks up into his eyes, glaring with anger as she does. She snaps at him again, proving how how bad of a mood she's in after what she witnessed.

Rekkah: He's going to come back from this, and he's going to make Jude pay for it. So I don't have to get used to a damn thing, Armanno.

Armanno: Oh... but you do, Rekkah. Because up until this point, you've been doing everything in your power to aid Shane's plight. But now... he's not on Chaos anymore. Remember? The little draft we had earlier. Your boyfriend now dwells in my domain.

Armanno grins wickedly as Rekkah looks to the side, obviously hurt by what Armanno's said. She sucks it up though, and smacks him hard across the face, citing a cheering reaction from the crowd as she gets in his face.

Rekkah: If you're responsible for anything that happens to him, Armanno... I will personally hunt you down and gut you like a fucking pig! Do you understand me?!

Armanno: Perfectly.

Rekkah storms off, as Armanno stands there with a sinister grin on his face, nodding to himself as he's proud of what he's said to her. The fans in the arena are booing loudly, obviously not impressed with him, as the scene fades to commercial.

The scene opens up backstage on the office of Jude Lawson, he’s sitting behind his desk with a content smile on his face when his door open and in walks Shane Fenix, ready for his match.

Fenix: Make it quick, Jude. I don’t have time for your shit today.

Jude: Make it quick... isn’t that what you said you’d do with Omen? When you came to me and promised that if I gave you the chance you’d rid my fed of his existence?

Fenix: Grow some patience, it’ll be done after tonight; it’s not like you’ve got anyone else that could get the job done. Let alone quicker.

Jude raises his eyebrows and leans in.

Jude: Oh no? Were you not watching as Kryst destroy Shane? All I asked of you was the end of Mike Omen and you have yet to deliver.

Fenix: Yeah, well tonight’s the night.

Jude: Oh it better be, because if it isn’t; don’t even bother coming back. Am I clear?

Fenix nods his head in response slowly and Jude waves him off.

Jude: Now go make me happy. If you can.

Fenix slams the door and the scene fades out to ringside.

Flash: Well as you may have guessed by now coming up next we've got a match that's going to prove to be one of the most violent matches in VWA history. I can pretty much guarantee that. With the amount of hate these two men have for ea--

Leppard: You're forgetting something, Flashy. We've still got to go through that awful video package that delays the violence even more. So how about instead of you yammering, we just get through that?

Flash: For your information... a video package serves a great purpose in these situations. It keeps the viewers up to date on what's happened between the men involved in the match.

Leppard: Yeah... and if our viewers weren't such fucking idiots... we wouldn't have to keep them up to date. But... alas... that's the world we live in. Roll the tape~!

Flash looks over at Leppard with a groan on his face as he rolls his eyes and the sound of the screaming fans dies down. The scene fades to darkness, as the world prepares to watch a video package.

The scene fades from the video package and circles around the arena a few times, as the fans are now even more ready for the violence. The camera eventually comes to a halt at Flash and Leppard.

Flash: Now I'm even more excited to watch Mike Omen get his hands on Shane Fenix. If he can gain a victory here tonight, it'll be nothing but sweet justice.

Leppard: If wishes were fishes, Flashy... something something something. It doesn't matter... Fenix is going to win and the world is going to be a better place for it. Alright?

Chambers: The following contest is a last man moving match where the only way to win is to render your opponent completely motionless for a ten count!

The fans are hushed, waiting in anticipation for what they hope to be an amazing match, until 'Piece by Piece' hits the speakers and they erupt into deafening cheers as pyro blasts from the stage, exploding out over the already crazy crowd. From behind the curtains with a serious look on his face steps Mike Omen, and the sight of him only brings the crowd into an even louder frenzy of cheers. An orange light bathes the arena and comes down on his un-flinching face, completely void of it’s usual smile. Omen knows exactly what this match means and what effect it could have on his career; he’s waited months for this chance and now that it’s here he’s focused one hundred percent on it and only it. With the fans still cheering, Omen makes his way out to the edge of the ramp way and looks down at the ring, preparing himself for the hell he's going to have to go through.

Chambers: Introducing first, from Brantford, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 239 pounds... MIKE OMEN!!!

He slowly makes his way down the ramp, not paying his normal attention to the crowd, not rejecting them rudely but clearly being in his own place inside his mind. He reaches ringside and walks around to the steps, taking each one with the knowledge that this could very well be the last time he steps into a wrestling ring. He pauses before he even does so and then goes through the ropes, walking to the center of the ring and turning straight towards the ramp, waiting. The fans continue to cheer him loudly, but Omen's focus is on one thing and one thing alone; The Endgame Saint. The music cuts and Omen keeps staring up at the ramp, as the fans die down a little.

Flash: I haven’t seen Omen like this before a match... in a long time. The only thing he’s thinking about right now is ending Shane Fenix, and I promise you he knows it won’t be easy.

Leppard: It won’t be easy, because it won’t even happen. This isn’t the old Omen, this isn’t the man that redefined violence and cruelty in professional wrestling. This is the new Omen playing at violence and that won’t be anywhere near enough tonight.

'Before I Forget's first note instantly changes the crowds cheers to boos just as loud for the arrival of The Endgame Saint. Red pyro explodes from the stage, shooting out over them as Shane Fenix walks out onto the stage with a serious face himself, one that slowly gives way to an arrogant, cruel smirk the second he sees Mike Omen staring him down from inside the ring. He pauses at center stage, goading Omen to come up and start things there and chuckles as he stays put inside the ring, waiting; he would wait as long as Fenix wanted. Then neither of them would ever have to wait again. The Endgame Saint grins maniacally as he steps to the edge of the stage and looks down at Omen, ready to tear him apart as the fans continue to boo loudly.

Chambers: His opponent, from Guelph, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 220 pounds, The Endgame Saint... SHANE FENIX!!!

The fans boos increase at the sound of his name and red pyro blasts off from the stage but Fenix ignores all of it, locking his eyes with Omen’s and not moving them as he makes his way down to the ring. He doesn’t bother to have to ref move Omen back, slowly making his way up the steps and through the ropes into the ring; he walks straight across from Omen and turns towards, cocking the grin one last time as he prepares for the match of his career against his greatest rival. The music cuts and the fans continue to boo Fenix loudly, showing their support for Omen.

Leppard: That man is ready to do some damage, he’s ready to finish this and put Omen behind him once and for all and that’s exactly what he’s going to do.

Flash: It’s what he’s going to try to do, both of these men are but everyone believe me when I tell you... that’s so much easier said than done. These are two of the world’s best, they’ve main evented PPVs, they’ve been the top guy, they’ve been the man to beat and tonight this match is so intensely personal. Years after years of hatred coming to a head, we’ve seen it before and it’s been violent but it’s going to reach new levels tonight, has to reach new levels for there to be an end. One last time, viewer discretion is strongly advised and now... lets get it started.

The ref goes over the rules with both men, but they're too focused on each other to even both to listen. He shrugs, shaking his head... and calls for the bell to start the violence.

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The bell sounds and the match is underway; both men stay on their sides of the ring, glaring a hole into the other as the cheers of the fans gradually begin to escalate. All the history between Omen and Fenix, their entire careers flow through the other and their eyes burn into their opponent’s as the suspenseful crowd only gets louder and louder by the second. They both steady their breathing, calming themselves down before the most important moment in both their illustrious careers, before they make their first move and open the floodgates for what could be the most violent perverse match in VWA history. That very thought brings a smile to each of their faces and they surge forward across the ring, swinging a right hand; each fist connects on the other and the crowd cheers as the blows continue to pound evenly from both sides with neither man giving an inch. Fenix looks to take control and grabs Omen to whip him across the ring but Omen trips him up and falls on top, slamming punches down into Fenix’ face to the delight of the crowd. Omen doesn’t bother to look up, completely focused on unleashing everything inside him in the moment he’s been waiting for, all on a man he once called his best friend but that very man rolls over on top of him this time and pounds down for vengeance into Omen’s skull. The crowd doesn’t like it but there’s nothing they can do about it; Omen on the other hand has to and does, shoving Fenix off of him and scrambling up to his feet, slamming Fenix’ lowered skull with a sudden Running Knee and stomping away on him as he falls down to the mat to cheers from the crowd. Cheers that are short-lived as Fenix grabs onto Omen’s leg and then drives up from a crouch, taking Omen with him into the corner and slamming his gut with vicious shoulder thrusts. He draws out and brings Omen’s hanging head up with a European Uppercut before he continues the assault on his head with more vicious right hands; the crowds booing getting louder and louder with each blow. Omen slams back rights in response to give the crowd hope and switches to forearms that bring Fenix back far enough to get a stunning boot up in his face and gives Omen to room to push up to the second and come off with a Diving Knee to the side of the head. The stiff blow staggers Fenix around the ring and Omen runs right at him, Spearing him through the ropes where they both crash down to the floor outside.

Flash: Things have just started here and already these two are exploding on each other with violent intentions.

Leppard: This match has been years in the making Flashy, this is only the beginning; it’s going to get a lot worse and it’s not going to end until one of these men may as well be dead.

Omen wastes absolutely no time after impact, pounding back down with heavy rights as Fenix tries to push him off, his body still feeling the impact of crashing to the floor. Omen scrambles off to the side of Fenix and grabs him by his head, pulling back the apron-skirt and shoving Fenix’s neck inbetween it and the ring. The Endgame Saint launches off a few punches of his own to Omen’s gut to hold him at bay and reaches up to free himself; before he can Omen deals a vicious kick straight to Fenix’ trapped neck. The Endgame Saint screams in pain as Omen continues to the assault with kick after kick, his face the picture of rage before he leans down, grabs the skirt’s string and presses down on it, choking Fenix as his victim struggles for his life. Fenix flails with his arms but it’s his legs that catch Omen in the gut, warding him off; he brings his hands up to free himself again and Omen comes rallying back with another Running Knee, this time straight to the throat. Fenix coughs violently but Omen is right back to choking him, his leg pinning Fenix’ down to the ground now as he continues his brutal assault; Fenix cuts him off by finally managing a rake of the eyes that has Omen staggering back blind. Fenix can’t take any time to recover and he knows it, pulling the skirt away from his throat and freeing himself before he immediately runs at Omen and drives him back into the barricade, pulls him of right away, spins him around and drives him into the apron, pulling Omen off the second he screams in pain and spinning him to drive him all the way back into the barricade once more. The vicious and sudden triple assault on his lower back leaves Omen crying out in pain and Fenix takes the time holding him against the barricade to rest just shortly before he spins him back around and drives Omen flat into the floor at ringside with a One-Armed Spinning Spinebuster that leaves Omen’s body tensing and spasming almost in half to boos from the fans.

Flash: Well you were right Leppard, already these two have escalated the brutality of this fight. Make no mistake about it, this is no match, this is a fight.

Leppard: And it’s one that Fenix is now in control of and one he’s going to need to stay in control of if he wants to win it. He can’t let Omen rest and he can’t rest himself; he has to stay on him and beat him until he can’t move a muscle. No fucking easy task.

Fenix is coughing as he stomps away harshly on Omen, pulling him up and whipping him down ringside where he hits spine-first against the steel steps but stays on his feet, clutching his back. Fenix leans over and pulls a chair from under the ring, immediately walking over to Omen with the chair hanging from his arm and swinging it into his ribs with a sick impact that leaves Omen leaning over, coughing himself. The fans are booing but Fenix is ignoring them as he quickly unfolds the chair and sets it down in front of Omen; he climbs up onto the top and grabs onto Omen’s head, jumping up as high as he can and swinging his body forward as he DDTs Omen’s head down into the seat of the chair. Omen stays planted in the chair after the impact, still bent over and Fenix pulls himself up as the ref begins to count.

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Omen’s hands come up and grab onto the edge of the seat and the ref stops his count: Fenix doesn’t even flinch before he pulls himself up and walks back over to the apron, pulling another steel chair out from under it. It hangs from his arm same as the last one as he stalks around to the side of Omen and grips it with his other hand as well, raising it up and swinging it down without warning into the back of Omen’s head with a sick Conchairto against the steel chair’s seat. Fenix steps back and throws the second chair into the ring as the ref counts out Omen’s limp body.

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Omen rolls off the chair, falls down to the floor and the count stops as Omen continues rolling until he’s on his stomach, trying to push himself up with the fans cheering him on. Fenix isn’t cheering though and he isn’t paying attention to the fans, all his attention is on Omen and he proves it by folding up the chair and swinging it down into his opponent’s spine as hard as he can. Omen lets out a piercing scream of pain that excels him in his crawling but Fenix walks behind him, swinging the chair down once more for savage contact that the fans show their hatred of. Omen pushes himself up onto all fours, driven on by the electric pain in his spine but Fenix is still behind him with the chair; he unfolds it again and reaches down, draping it over Omen’s head and closing it as best he can over Omen’s throat before he buries his boot in Omen’s spine and pulls back with everything he has to massive boos from the capacity crowd and Omen’s desperate flailing and violent choking.

Flash: Fenix making some early attempts to end this match but given it’s nature it’s going to take something neither of these men has ever experienced to put an end to it. And something disturbing like this may do it.

Leppard: I think Fenix knows that but there’s no harm in trying and right now I think he’s just torturing Omen. There’s not going to be an easy road in this one it’s going to be all about savagery and punishment and that’s what Fenix is showing us. If he can win it here he will but I don’t think he expects to. Or even wants to.

Despite Fenix pinning him down to the floor Omen gets his hands in front of him and presses them down for leverage to drag himself forward. Fenix pulls back tighter but Omen maintains his composure and pulls himself forward again, grabbing onto the apron skirt; he throws all his weight forward, bringing the chair even harder against his throat but it throws Fenix off balance and crashing head-first into the ring post. He lets go of the chair as the fans cheers but pushes back up coming in for Omen again who quickly pulls of a Drop Toehold sending him going face-first back into the pole. The fans cheer again as Omen pulls the chair off his now beat-red neck and coughs violently as he pushes himself up to a crouch and then his feet, dragging the steel chair with him. Inbetween coughs he unleashes a brutal shot on Fenix, scoring his revenge by sandwiching his skull between the chair and the ring post; the arena jumps to life with louder cheers than before but Omen just drags Fenix down to lay on his back on the floor and drops the steel chair across his face. He doesn’t waste a breath before he stomps down on it with all his weight, bringing his foot up just to slam it down into the steel, again and again before he switches to a flurry of Knee Drops one after the other that leaves the crowd in a fury of applause that covers up the screams from Fenix beneath the steel. He kicks the chair off of Fenix’ face and rubs his neck, coughing as he looks down at the Endgame Saint, two streams of blood coming out of his flattened and broken nose; he stomps down on what’s left of it and smiles as Fenix lets out a scream of pain. Still smiling he leans down to pull Fenix up but the second he brings his face close enough he takes a strong up-kick to the face; it staggers him back and by the time he looks back down Fenix is in a crouch and driving him back into the barricade. Still coughing from the steel chair assault, Omen’s quickly reminded of his tortured back and voices out his pain just before Fenix picks him up and drops him crotch-first on to the barricade, elevating him enough to make the impact from the Neckbreaker on the floor hurt just that much more. The back of Omen’s head snaps off the floor on impact in a nasty whiplash and after that he lays still as Fenix sits up, fuming as he checks his nose and the ref starts his count to the tune of the fans boos.

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Omen lets out a groan and rolls to his side just as Fenix reaches his feet; he lets out a swift kick to his opponent’s ribs and looks around for his steel chair, only to find it missing and head back under the ring.

Flash: Omen’s offense was as nasty as it was short-lived and now Fenix is right back in the drivers seat and off in search of more-no doubt vicious- toys.

Leppard: Everyone was so worried about what Omen was going to do to Fenix, about how the “savage side” of Omen was going to come out. What we’ve seen so far is the “savage side” of Shane Fenix and how anything Omen has clearly can’t measure up.

Fenix keeps tugging on what he’s found under the ring and slowly pulls a table out from beneath; he clears it from the skirt and unfolds the legs, lifting it up and setting it against the apron. He turns right around and hoofs Omen in the ribs once more as he pushes up to all fours, grabbing his head in a Front Facelock to pull him back up after the blow. He grabs him by the waist and savagely drives him spine-first into the edge of the table, earning a cry of pain just before he lifts Omen up and drops him across his knee with an expert Backbreaker. Omen’s body tenses as he screams in pain and Fenix lifts him back up just to drive him down even hard, bending his spine across his knee with another Backbreaker. The fans boos accompany Omen’s pain but he does his best to try and fight Fenix off, firing right hands up into his face and swinging his knee up into the Endgame Saint’s head; the blows begin to weaken Fenix’ grip but he takes it back immediately with a sudden third Backbreaker that completely shuts down Omen’s resistance. The fans are cut off as well, beginning to lose hope after Fenix’ precise and brutal attack and their fears are even more warranted as he lifts Omen up chest to chest and holds him above the table, readying himself to drive him down through it with another One-Armed Spinebuster. Before he can do it though Omen gets his feet up and kicks off the edge of the table with everything he has, sending Fenix back into the barricade; the second they hit Omen explodes with desperate, yet violent Headbutts to Fenix’ shattered nose, over and over and over again, the crowds cheers paling in comparison to the Endgame Saints screams of pain. After the seventh Headbutt Fenix lets Omen go and he drops down in front of Fenix, his opponent’s blood dripping down his face and wastes no time before grabbing Fenix around the waist, pulling him off the barricade and flying backwards, sending Fenix crashing upside down into the steel ring post after a Belly to Belly Suplex that leans him crashing to the floor in a heap after the brutal impact. Omen’s face is full of agony as he clutches his back, not only from Fenix’ assault but from managing the Suplex itself and the impact with the steel leaves Fenix a lifeless heap as the ref begins to count and the crowd cheers wildly.

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Fenix gives his head a shake and the ref stops his count before Fenix rolls over to his stomach facing away from Omen who pulls himself up to his feet, still coughing and holding his back. He makes his way over to Fenix who from his knees, swings his rediscovered chair to cut Omen’s comeback off; the former Black Plague Messiah sees it coming and simply kicks the steel back in Fenix’ face, dazing the Endgame Saint. The fans cheer Omen’s reversal but Omen takes no time to listen to their applause, instead leaning down and grabbing Fenix while he’s out of it; he pulls him up and grabs onto him head with a Front Facelock. Fenix tries to pull back but Omen stays with him, driving knees into his gut before he lifts him up in a Suplex; he seems to have trouble holding him up there due to his back but still takes a few steps, Fenix kicks his legs to reverse and Omen turns around towards the announce desk with an Orange Crush, Powerbombing Fenix down to the floor, with the back of his head snapping disturbingly off the edge of the announce table on his way down to the floor. Omen stumbles back leaning against the ring apron holding his back as Fenix lays limp at the feet of the announce table with the fans cheering and the ref counting.

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Fenix lands push into the ground and the ref stops the count as he gives his head another shake, clutching the back of it and trying to push himself up to his feet.

Flash: Fenix clearly came into this match with a gameplan but he might have to change it up if he takes too many more hits like the ones he just suffered at the hands of Omen. I’m surprised his neck didn’t just snap when it bounced off the edge of our desk, to be this close to that was disturbing to say the least.

Leppard: And all it got was a 2 count Flashy, I mean in a normal match who’s to say it wouldn’t have been a pin or that he could get in the ring and stop the countout but in this fucked up thing, it was nowhere close to ending it. And whatever does, I’m pretty sure is going to scar us both for life.

Fenix uses the front of the desk to push himself up to a crouch and Omen pushes off the apron, coming forward to get back to work on Fenix but the Endgame Saint has other plans and lets out a Lowblow as soon as Omen gets in range. The fans boo as Omen bends over in pain and Fenix grabs onto him, lifting him up and then back for a Spinning Fisherman’s Suplex down on top of the announce desk, draping Omen over it. Omen’s back slams down on the desk and he cries out before rolling over onto his stomach; his head is still hanging out though and he takes a strong boot to the side of the head before Fenix pulls him further out across the desk and turns around to go back to the apron. He leans down and searches underneath, pulling out a Singapore Cane he runs at Omen with another boot to the side of the head and then straightens him out so the top half of his body is dangling over the desk, leaving his back exposed. Fenix winds up and swings the cane into Omen’s spine; Omen’s body tenses as he screams in pain but Fenix draws back and swings again and again and again before he kicks Omen hard in the back of the head as his body tenses up and lays into his spine with five more cane shots right on target. He draws back with the fans fuming their boos out and comes forward again, he places his boot on the back of Omen’s neck and pins his head to the desk with all his weight before he draws back his splintered cane and swings it down into his spine with all his might; the cane busts in half on contact with Omen’s already welted and bleeding back. Fenix throws each half into a different side of the hateful crowd with a sick smiles on his face as he drags Omen off the announce desk by his hair, letting him fall back-first to the floor and scream in pain before he starts to crawl. Fenix watches Omen crawl as he holds the back of his neck and then checks his bleeding and broken nose once more, wincing in pain he climbs to the top of the announce desk and looks down at Omen trying to push himself up; without warning he leaps off with a Shooting Star Press landing squarely across his spine with all his weight. Omen’s hands stretch out to the sky in a spasm of torture before Fenix reaches up grabs Omen by the hair and smashes his head down into the floor as hard as he can before he rolls off of him and pushes up to his feet, holding his ribs from the impact and the ref begins his count.

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With a groan Omen begins to stir and the ref stops his count; Fenix smiles as he looks down at the blood painted on his chest and stomps down on Omen’s bleeding back just to watch the blood pool up inside the flesh broken by the singapore cane.

Leppard: Looks like Fenix is thinking a nose for a back; though if I had to choose I think I’d go with the broken nose, you can still stand when you’ve got one of those.

Flash: True but this match isn’t about standing and Fenix knows that; I think he’s got a much more evil intention in his focused assault. I hate to say it but I think Fenix’ goal is to paralyze Mike Omen and if he keeps up an assault like this... he may just do it.

The fans boo Fenix' actions, showing just how much they hate him, but Shano's too focused on putting Omen through pain to care what they think. The Endgame Saint stumbles back, obviously feeling the effects of the already brutal match, as he uses the announcer's table to keep himself vertical. Omen starts to push himself to his feet, getting on his hands and knees, but Fenix wants no part of it. He runs at Omen and boots him as hard as he can in the gut, flipping Mike over and onto his back, as he clutches his stomach in pain. The fans continue to boo loudly as Shano grabs onto the apron and starts to stomp down on Omen's gut and chest, grinning wickedly as he does. The fans get louder with their hatred for The Endgame Saint as Fenix stops stomping on Omen and backs up, looking over at the ref as Omen lays lifeless.

Fenix: COUNT IT!

The ref looks down at Omen, who is indeed laying lifeless from the stomps, as he shakes his head and starts a count he's sure Omen will be able to answer.

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Sure enough, after only one count, Mike Omen rolls over onto his side, coughing as he leaves a pool of blood under him from his back. Fenix drops to his knees and grabs Omen by the hair, raising him up as he drives fist after fist into Omen's skull, trying anything he can to daze the former Black Plague Messiah. After a few shots to the face, Fenix keeps his hand grabbing onto Omen's hair and drags him to his feet, making his way to the table set up just outside the ring. The fans continue to boo loudly as Fenix slams Omen's skull against the table a few times, before letting him lean against it for a moment. The Endgame Saint shakes his head as the fans keep booing and he rolls Omen onto the table, delivering a few more shots to keep him on top of it. Shano pulls himself onto the apron and backs away from Omen, obviously looking to end this once and for all as he climbs the turnbuckle and looks down at Omen, who's only barely stirring as he lays on the table, one leg hanging off of it. Fenix stands straight up on the turnbuckle and the fans go insane with boos.

Flash: He's looking for another high risk move here, and if he manages to hit it... Mike Omen could very well lose this match. I don't like Mike's odds here.

Leppard: Really?! Because I absolutely love them! The sooner Omen loses, the sooner we can move on in VWA without him around. It's a beautiful thing, Flashy... let it set in.

The Endgame Saint takes a deep breath as he leaps off the top rope, looking for yet another shooting star press, but what he gets instead... is nothing but wood, as Omen slides off the table and to the floor, and Fenix crashes through it, splintering wood and laying lifeless amongst it. The fans explode with cheers as Omen turns over and looks at The Endgame Saint, leaning against the announcer's table and clutching his back, as the ref starts his count.

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Omen, still unable to really think clearly, pulls himself to his feet as he keeps looking down at Fenix, who's yet to even move a muscle after risking it all from the top rope.

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Mike finally gets to his feet and the sight of it brings the fans into a frenzy of cheers as they're sure he's going to win the match now that Fenix is down and out.

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The ref swings his arms and stops his count, as Fenix moves his arm, and tries to pull himself from the rubble, only to lay back lifeless again. He tries once more, but can't seem to recover from the fall. Omen slumps over to him, turning The Endgame Saint over, as Fenix' chest and face are bloodied from the crash. The former Black Plague Messiah mounts Fenix, still on the broken table, as he starts to deliver shot after shot to Fenix's already broken nose. The fans go insane with cheers as Fenix screams out in pain from the shots, trying anything he can muster to block the shots, but Mike doesn't let up... not even for a moment. He keeps driving his fists into Fenix's face, making sure to bloody him as much as he can. After a few more shots, Omen gets to his feet and staggers back, looking at the ref as he leans against the apron and takes a deep breath, hoping he's done enough to keep The Endgame Saint down.

Leppard: Pffft! A few punches aren't going to keep Fenix down! Nothing will! The Endgame Saint is winning this, and there's not a damn thing that Mike Omen can do about it!

Flash: Punches... to Fenix's already broken nose might though. Honestly... the amount of bias that exists within your body astounds me even to this day.

The ref goes to start counting again, but before he can get his first number out, Fenix rolls over and off of the splintered wood, keeping himself in this match. Omen shakes his head as the fans boo and Mike rolls in the ring slowly, leaving a trail of blood behind him from his back. He gets to one knee and grabs the steel chair that's still in the ring, looking back at Fenix as he does. The Endgame Saint rolls over and tries to sit up, but screams out in pain as he does. As he finally gets to a seated position, blood pours from his nose, creating a pool just in front of him as Omen slides out of the ring. Fenix uses the announcer's table to pull himself up, but as he does, Omen swings the chair down towards him. The Endgame Saint manages to roll out of the way and Omen collides with the announcer's table, stunning himself for enough time for Fenix to gain the upper hand. The Endgame Saint gets behind Omen and delivers a devastating low blow that forces Omen to drop the steel chair that's in his hand. Fenix raises up and hooks Omen from behind, lifting him onto his shoulders for an M.O.! The crowd gasps, but Omen manages to get himself off of Fenix's shoulders and to come down on the ring apron, steadying himself as he does. Just as Fenix turns to face him, Omen leaps back and flips, taking Fenix back to the floor using his own body weight! The fans explode with cheers as Omen rolls over - off of Fenix - and The Endgame Saint doesn't move... not even a muscle. The ref starts his count as Omen starts to crawl towards the ring, blood dripping from almost every pore.

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Omen slowly grabs up and latches onto the apron, trying desperately to make sure he gets to his feet. The ref continues the inevitable.

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Fenix starts to stir just after the five count, and the ref is forced to stop his count. The fans boo loudly as Omen finally gets to staggering feet and looks back to see that Fenix has moved and is now on his stomach, pulling himself to his feet. Omen lowers his head... shaking it from side to side as blood begins to pool on the apron. Fenix forces himself to his feet, using only his own strength, and the fans simply can't believe it.

Flash: Oh... my... God! I can't believe that Shane Fenix is actually getting to his feet using his own volition! This is... insane! He must really want to win this thing if he keeps getting up.

Leppard: Want, Flashy?! No... he needs to win this thing. If he doesn't, he'll be a laughing stalk. We can't have Shane Fenix being a laughing stalk now can we? Of course we can't. Idiot.

Omen turns to find The Endgame Saint on his feet, wobbling from side to side as he looks over at Omen through a crimson stained face. The fans are going insane, unsure of how either men are still standing. Omen turns to face Fenix, and after the hell they're both been through they decide to start firing off punches - albeit slow ones - and knocking each other back with each one. Fenix fires the first shot and sends Omen reeling, almost to the side of the ring. He walks towards him to follow up, but Omen delivers a right hook of his own, knocking Fenix to the side and against the barricade. The Endgame Saint shakes it off and comes back at Omen with a hard right hand, that sends him reeling back, nearly tripping over himself. As Omen regains his footing, Fenix is coming back at him, and swings for another shot. But Mike's prepared and ducks it, shoving Fenix into the steel steps as he does! The fans cheer as The Endgame Saint trips over them and flips, landing almost right in front of the ramp way as he does. He arches his back in pain as Omen rounds the ring, looking to capitalize on his assault. Fenix tries to bring himself to his feet, but Omen makes it to him in time and grabs him by the back of the head, helping him the rest of the way. He slams Fenix' head against the apron a few times, before booting him in the gut and dropping him on the floor with a DDT! The fans cheer as Omen sits up, blood everywhere, and he rolls over, pointing so the ref can count the lifeless Shane Fenix.

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Omen scurries himself back towards the ramp way, trying like hell to pull himself to his feet in the process. He wipes some blood from his eyes as the ref continues.

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The fans are cheering, hoping this is the end for Fenix, as Omen manages to get himself to his feet, staggering around the bottom of the ramp way as he does.

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The ref's count stops however, as Fenix starts to move his arm, obviously willing to put himself through more hell in this match up. Omen lowers his head, shaking it from side to side as the fans go insane, wanting the former Black Plague Messiah to end this match already. He takes a deep breath and wipes the blood from his face, as he stumbles back towards Fenix to finish the job.

Leppard: Look at the giant loser! He can't even walk straight, how the hell does he expect to beat Fenix?! Omen's given him everything that he's got, and he just can't put him away. That means Fenix is winning this thing. Mark my words.

Flash: I've never bee stupid enough to count Omen out of anything, Leppard. He's a man who knows how to take pain, and that's exactly what he's done all this match. Trust me... he'll find a way to beat Shane Fenix.

The Endgame Saint reaches up to the apron and has every intention of keeping himself vertical, as Omen slowly makes his way towards him. With the fans completely on his side, The Black Plague Messiah stumbles his way towards Fenix, only to get a shot in the gut for his troubles. Fenix drives a second forearm into Omen's gut, keeling him over a little. He then grabs a hold of Omen's tights and pulls him down, smacking him face first into the ring apron. The fans gasp as Omen crumbles to the floor and rolls around. Fenix gets to his feet, leaning against the apron as he does, and grits his teeth as he looks down at Omen. He spits blood on him, reaching up and lightly touching his nose as he does, knowing that it's broken. He drops to one knee and grabs a steel chair out from under the ring, as Omen keeps swaying from side to side, clutching his bloody face. The Endgame Saint uses the chair to bring himself to his feet as he wipes blood from his forehead and looks down at Omen, before resting the tip of the chair against Mike's throat. The fans boo insanely loud as Fenix puts pressure on the chair, and Omen starts to sway back and forth, trying anything to keep air going into his lungs. The Endgame Saint doesn't let up though, he cackles wickedly in fact as he steps on Omen's chest to force the remaining air from his lungs, driving the chair down into his throat. The fans keep showing their hatred for Fenix, as he ducks down, still holing the chair to Omen's neck, and gets right in his face, grinning wickedly as he does.

Fenix: You're finished, Mike! FINISHED!

The Endgame Saint gets vertical and cocks the chair up, looking to try and decapitate Omen, but Mike fires back with a boot right to Fenix' groin, stopping him in his tracks. His one hand falters and the chair falls to the floor as Fenix starts to fall forward. Omen reaches up and latches around his head, locking him in a front headlock that he quickly adds a body scissors too. The fans are going insane with cheers Omen torques quick and hard, making sure that Fenix is in no shape to compete. He eventually lets go and shoves the limp body of The Endgame Saint to the side, as the ref starts his count.

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Omen rolls over, coughing up blood as he does. He shakes his head as he hits his hands and knees and tries to find the strength to put himself to a standing position.

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The fans continue to cheer as it doesn't look like Fenix is moving yet, and Omen stumbles to his feet, falling back against the barricade as he does. He looks down at Fenix, convinced he's got this thing won.

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Just before the count of nine, Fenix rolls over and lets out an excruciating noise that shows how much pain he's in. Both men are beaten. Both men are bloodied. Both men are at their last stand, and Omen's the one in control. Mike grits his teeth as Fenix rolls onto his stomach, trying to get up, and the fans cheer for what they know Omen's going to do.

Flash: Mike Omen looks like a mad man, Leppard! I think he's had enough, and he's going to make sure Fenix pays for everything he's ever done to him. I'd hate to be Shane Fenix right now.

Leppard: You may hate to be him right now, but in a couple of minutes, you'll be dying, wishing you were him as he's going to turn this match around and walk out the victor. Mark my words.

Omen slinks over to the ring and drops to one knee, looking under the apron as he does. He pulls out a steel chair from under the ring and the fans go insane with cheers because of it. Fenix tries to push himself up, but as he does Omen comes from behind him and grabs him by the head, bringing him to his feet. He shoves The Endgame Saint against the apron and cocks back the chair, looking to drill it through Fenix' skull. Omen swings, and Fenix ducks out of the way, driving his knee into Mike's gut. Omen keels over and Fenix connects with a double axe handle to his back, dropping him to one knee. The Endgame Saint grabs onto the chair that's loosely hanging in Omen's hand and cocky it up, slamming it down on Omen's back. Mike groans in pain and arches his back, walking towards the ramp way. Fenix chokes up on the chair and follows him, connecting with another shot to Mike's back that causes him to stumble up the ramp way. The fans in the arena are going insane as it looks like the match is moving somewhere aside from it's designated area. Omen stops himself on the ramp and turns around, only to get cracked in the skull with another chair shot that causes him to stumble back and eventually fall back to the steel stage. The fans are booing as Fenix stands above Omen with a sickening grin on his face. He cocks the chair up, looking to end the match, but the fans' tune quickly change as from behind the curtains comes Shane Lawson, wielding a sledgehammer! The fans explode with cheers, and before Fenix can even react, Lawson cocks the hammer back and swings it like a bat, connecting with the side of The Endgame Saint's skull. Fenix' lights go out as he falls to the stage, not moving an inch. The fans as gasp, as they're sure Fenix' skull is crushed, and Lawson falls to the side, collapsing from his exhaustion and pain from his own match earlier.

Flash: What the fuck just happened?! After everything that Shane Lawson went through tonight, he still managed to come out ans save his friend?!

Leppard: Save his friend?! He just murdered Shane Fenix! This is an outrage! It's a travesty! It's... It's... It's... IT'S MADNESS, FLASHY~!

All three men are down on the stage, and the ref starts to count for the two men who are actually in the match.

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There's still no movement from anyone, as Fenix, Omen and Lawson all lay motionless on the stage.

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The fans are going insane, hoping that something... anything... will happen.

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Omen twitches his leg as he rolls to his side, coughing in pain and the fans erupt with cheers. Fenix on the other hand... is as still as the dead.

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'Piece By Piece hits the speakers and the fans go absolutely insane with cheers for Omen's victory. They're still shocked about the way it happened though.

Chambers: Here is your winner... MIKE OMEN!!!

Leppard: No! This isn't right! Shane Lawson just killed Fenix, and Omen won the match?! I feel like my entire life has been ruined! Something's gotta give, Flashy!

Flash: I'm... still shocked about what Shane Lawson just did. Fenix's skull has got to be cracked after that. It just... has to be. He needs to get to a hospital... and now!

EMTs rush out onto the stage to help all three men, as the fans continue to go insane, starting a "VWA" chant as they do. The EMTs help all three men onto stretchers, making sure none of them are dead, as the scene fades to backstage with the VWA High Voltage Champion standing next to Mr. E, E holds a mic up to Sands’ lips but of course Sands grabs it from him and starts talking before E even gets started.

Sands: Let me stop you before you even start E because the sheer fact of the matter is and it hurts you for me to say it... you talk too much. Never really anything interesting, just stuff I can do myself, for example... No, I didn’t win the Rumble. Yes I do plan on ending Billy Hush and walking away with my title tonight - war or not and of course, when I do... well I’ve already got my next challenger don't I?

He turns to E posing the question to him and as E begins to make a sound he cuts him off.

Sands: Of course I do and to answer your question E, I’m both shocked and overjoyed that Jamie’s finally come home where he belongs. Not to the VWA but to the Misfits of Society. We always knew that this day would come and now that it’s here there’s only one thing I can say--

Lockheart: And what would that be?

The Baron of Blame himself walks on screen right in front of Sands who extends his hand right away.

Sands: It couldn’t have happened to a better man.

Jamie nods his head, looking at his best friend’s outstretched hand and extends his own shaking it, speaking only after he’s let go.

Lockheart: You know couldn’t be more right Steve; which is exactly why when that time comes... I’m going to cost you that title all over again. Only this time... I get to keep it. Know what I mean?

Lockheart smiles and Sands smiles back as the two exchange some goodhearted laughs, complete with Sands nodding his head and Jamie leaving him with one last thing.

Lockheart: See you soon.

Jamie walks off leaving Sands to watch him make his exit; E turns to him and Sands walks off leaving E all alone as the scene fades out.

The scene opens in the office of Jude Lawson, where Kryst is getting his wounds attended to by Jude's personal medic. The sight of the two cause the crowd to boo loudly, but neither Jude nor Kryst are paying attention to them. Kavella looks banged up, of course, but he also looks a tad worried. Jude is pacing back and forth, as Kryst speaks the first words of the encounter.

Kryst: So... what are you going to do now? There's no way Shano's skull isn't cracked to hell.

Jude: I know, Krys... I know. We lost a good man tonight. I don't see him coming back from this. But... we don't have a damn thing to worry about.

The medic keeps attending to the man who managed to beat Shane Lawson inside The Asylum earlier tonight, as Kryst looks over at Jude, a little confused about his state of mind.

Kryst: It's just you and I now though, and while I'm highly capable of getting the job done, the numbers game worked to our advantage.

Jude: It did... you're right. But the numbers game isn't going to be much of a problem for very much longer. Trust me, Krys... when all is said and done, we're going to have an ally far more powerful than Shane Fenix, and far more impactful as well.

Jude looks over at his "son" as the medic keeps tending to him, putting butterfly bandages on him and making sure that his wounds don't get infected. Jude smirks wickedly as Kryst returns the grin.

Kryst: Power and impact? Not bad, Jude... not bad. I don't think we'll be worrying about Shane anymore for a long time either... given the beating I gave him. Then he was stupid enough to exert himself to try and save his boyfriend.

Jude: Something tells me we haven't seen the last of... him. He's like a cockroach, no matter what we do... he always seems to come back. As impressive as your victory was tonight, Krys... Shane's not going to go down until we kill him.

Kryst looks over at Jude and grins wickedly as he enjoys the thought of doing just that. Jude looks back at him, and the man formerly known as The Korrupt One speaks up.

Kryst: Then consider me... his executioner.

Jude smirks wickedly, as the fans in the arena begin to boo insanely loud for the conversation that they're having. The medic continues to tend to Kryst's wounds, as the scene fades down to ringside, still highlighting the booing fans.

Flash: I fear for Shane Lawson's life every time those two are in the same room. Something tells me that his suffering isn't over yet, despite his loss here tonight.

Leppard: Good. No one likes Shane Lawson. Know who everyone loves though? Steven Sands. Yeah. Steven Sands. So... let's get to the video package for the match he's going to destroy Hush in, shall we?

Flash looks over at Leppard with a groan on his face as he rolls his eyes and the sound of the screaming fans dies down. The scene fades to darkness, as the world prepares to watch a video package.

The scene fades from the video package and circles around the arena a few times, as the fans are now even more ready for the violence. The camera eventually comes to a halt at Flash and Leppard.

Flash: You want to talk bad blood, you talk about Steven Sands and Billy Hush. The Golden Reality nearly killed Billy Hush back in June at Method of Sacrifice and never in a million years did we think Billy Hush would ever show his face again so soon. Billy Hush is back, but maybe it's a little too soon... we're gonna find out when those two meet in a Dog Collar Match, next.

Leppard: I can't fucking wait! Steven Sands is gonna end Billy Hush once and for all! All that bad blood that you were talking about, just you wait, because it's gonna be spread all over that canvas!

Chambers: The following contest is a dog collar match, and it is for the VWA High Voltage Championship!

The referee is in the ring standing next to Tamzin, holding a two collars connected by a long length of chain in both of his hands. 'Knights of Cydonia' hits the speakers and the fans absolutely explode with cheers. Golden pyro blasts from the stage and as the smoke clears, Billy Hush steps out from behind the curtain with a grim look upon his face, The sight of him only causes the crowd to cheer even louder as Hush throws his arms in the air and every person in the arena cheers at the top of their lungs. Hush makes his way to the edge of the stage and looks down at the ring, the ring that last time almost cost him is life. He takes a deep breath marching down to the ring, muttering something under his breath and preparing himself for what's about to come.

Chambers: Introducing first, from Edinburgh, Scotland, weighing in at 242 pounds... BILLY HUSH!!

Flash: Billy Hush isn't his usual cheerful self here tonight. He's got one thing, and one thing only on his mind right here, and that's vengeance.

Leppard: End his career? How can Steven Sands end a career that has yet to really start? If anything he was doing him a favor....putting him out of his misery.

Hush continues to walk down to the ring, a little slower then we remember. Maybe it's nerves, or maybe he's just focused on crippling the man that tried to cripple him. He slaps a few hands with the fans on the way down, but doesn't make eye contact with them and it's apparent that the fans are not what's important here tonight. He stands before the steps and looks up at the ring. His music is blaring and the fans are still cheering. He takes another deep breath and he rushes up the steps and onto the ring apron. Billy Hush climbs onto the turnbuckles and looks around at the crowd. The crowd responds with a chorus of admiration and cheers and he throws an arm up, but never breaking his cold and focused visage. He jumps down into the ring and stands in his corner, looking at the chain and collars laying before the referee.

Flash: He wants nothing more then to get revenge on the man that tried to end his career just a few months ago. But you gotta wonder how healed up he is and if he's going to be able to keep up with all that force on his throat...

Leppard: Even if he was a 100%, he couldn't handle the Golden Reality. Hell, he hasn't before, why start now?

The fans in the arena stay completely silent until 'You Eclipsed By Me' hits the speakers and they immediately start to boo insanely loud. The lights in the arena dim for a brief moment before they're forced back to full power as massive bursts of golden pyro explode from the stage, causing the crowd to get even louder with their boos. Suddenly, from behind the curtains comes The Golden Reality; Steven Sands. He stops on the stage and smirks as he looks around at all the people who want nothing more for the returning Billy Hush to rip his heart out. The Golden Reality smirks as he takes a deep breath and looks down at the ring, as cocky as he's ever been, cracking his neck from side to side and rolling his shoulders, pumping himself up for the fight of his life.

Leppard: Do you see that Flashy? Do you see any fear in the eyes of Steven Sands? Hell no... because Steven Sands knows that Billy Hush is, and will always be nothing.

Flash: He doesn't seem scared now, but this match is different then all of the rest. Sands crossed the line when he tried to end Hush's career and Hush is going to be looking to destroy him, and take that High Voltage title.

Chambers: His opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is The VWA High Voltage Champion, The Golden Reality... STEVEN SANDS!!!

The Golden Reality smirks as he makes his way down the ramp way, ignoring the booing fans as he does. He's in his own world, as it's clear he has no intention of leaving New York without the High Voltage title. He stops at the bottom of the ramp way and smirks as he looks from side to side before speeding up and sliding under the bottom rope, smirking as he gets to his feet in the ring and finally acknowledges the fans by seemingly thanking them for their hatred of him. He smirks and raises an arm in the air with a cocky grin, not letting their hatred for him take him down from the confidence level he's at. Billy Hush stands in his corner, watching Sands gloat. his face is solemn and he's ready for what's to come. Sands hands off his belt to the ref. The referee holds the championship up in the air quickly before handing it to the time keeper. He motions for both men to meet in the middle of the ring, and they listen. The cocky grin of Steven Sands is replaced with a sick stare, Hush responds with a glare of his own. The ref wraps the collar around Hush's neck and makes sure it's locked before repeating the same process with Sands. Both men are locked together by the throat and the crowd is chanting Billy Hush's name. The ref leaves the two, and then calls for the bell.

Flash: This is going to be..intense. Hush wants retribution, Sands wants Hush's career. But only one will get what they want.

Leppard: All I want is for Hush to bleed like he's never bled before and watch as the Golden Reality takes his career away, once and for all.

*DING DING DING*

As soon as the men are locked and the bell has rung Billy Hush pounces on the Golden Reality with vicious right hands to the face. Hush unloads shot after shot on Steven Sands, followed by a quick kick to the gut and a kneelift to the face. Hush nails a few hard knife edged chops to the chest and an elbow to the side of the head. Sands is reeling backwards and Hush nails a clothesline, and Sands falls over the top rope. The chained Hush climbs over the top rope and follows Steven Sands onto the floor. Hush nails several right hands to the face of the Golden Reality before tossing him into the steel barricade. Hush grabs Sands by the back of the head and continues to lead him towards the ringside area. Hush sends the Golden Reality head first into the steel ring post. Sands is propped up against the ring post and Hush slides in and out of the ring, landing on the opposite side of Sands. He smirks as Sands is up to his feet, shaking his head back into the match. Hush pulls quickly, pulling the chain through the ring and pulling on the chain with tremendous force. The tug of war drags Sands head first into steel and drops him. Sands is out on the floor and Hush smirks, once again rolling in and out of the ring, this time to untangle the chain. He helps Sands back up and wraps the chain around his throat before once again leading him towards the barricade. Instead of throwing him into the barricade, he throws him up and over and into the crowd. Hush follows suit, quickly catching up with the twelve feet of chain that's trying to escape.

Flash: The match just started and already the ring can't contain them. They're fighting through the crowd!

Leppard: All those people hate Sands! This has just turned into a handicap match. It's 50,000 against 1!

Sands is trying everything he can to get away from the Silencer, but all Hush needs to do is follow the leader. The fans are rabid and want Sands' blood. Hush panders to the crowd and takes a chair from a helpful patron. He tosses it across the back of Sands, who's now doing his best to crawl up the cement stairs. Hush grabs a beer from one of the fan's hands and pours it down on the Golden Reality, taunting him, Hush smirks as he wraps the chain around Steven Sands's head and drags him further back through the crowd. The two are back in a corner near the steel barricade by the stage. Hush shoos some of the fans away as he grabs a hold of the chain around Sands's neck. He gets a running start and uses the chain to flip Sands over onto his back and on the concrete in a modified snapmare. Sands lands hard on the concrete and arches his back in pain. Hush once again picks him back up using the chain and tosses him over the barricade, once again in the ringside area. Hush jumps over as well and Sands is still trying to escape, crawling on the metal rampway. Hush helps him back to his feet, but Sands delivers a low blow, catching Hush right between the legs. Hush drops to his knees and Sands gets to his feet just long enough to drop Hush back down with a DDT on the ramp. Sands takes a minute to regain his composure as he lays down on the ramp next to a face down Hush. The Golden Reality gets back to his feet and helps Hush to his. He delivers a hard forearm shot to the face, followed by a chop to the chest. Sands with a kick to the leg and then another big kick to the side of the head. Sands wraps the chain around Hush's neck and throws him over his shoulder, mirroring what Hush did earlier. But it's not concrete that he lands on, it's cold hard steel. Hush lands hard on the ramp and Sands drags Hush back to his feet again. He delivers a hard kick to the gut. The Golden Reality smirks as he grabs Hush by the waist and sets up for a piledriver, but before he can drop to a sitting position, Hush fights out of it and instead hoists Sands up and over with a back body drop. Sands lands hard on the metal rampway and Hush drops to his knee. Hush grabs a hold of the chain with Sands still down, and proceeds to drag him up the ramp. Sands claws at the collar as Hush continues to drag the Golden Reality to the top of the stage. Hush brings Sands back up and tosses him head first into a piece of the set. Hush wraps more of the chain around Sands' throat and once again throws him head first into the Purgatory setup. Hush keeps a hold of the chain as he drags Sands closer and closer to the edge of the stage. Hush delivers a kick to the gut and hoists Sands up across his back, looking for the Silencer! The crowd pops as Hush looks to drop Sands off of the stage, but Sands fights out of it and lands behind Hush. Hush turns around and Sands charges at him, taking both of them off of the stage in a desperate move!

Flash: God damn! Both men just crashed and burned off the stage! The match has barely even begun and already we could be looking at the end!

Leppard: Sands landed on top, that means Hush landed on the bottom, that means Hush got the worst of it, that means Steven Sands wins! Woooo!

Both men crash hard on the electrical equipment conveniently placed by the edge of the stage, Hush getting the brunt of the fall, with Sands landing on top of him. The referee goes to check on both of the downed and possibly injured men. Sands rolls off of the equipment and down to the concrete, with Hush still down and seemingly out of it. Slowly Steven Sands gets to a knee and looks at the downed Hush. He grabs a hold of the chain, and stumbles as he begins pulling, pulling Hush off of the electrical equipment, and letting him fall on the cold concrete. Sands drops to a knee, but quickly gets back to his vertical base, and proceeds to drag Hush back away from the stage and back towards the ring. The Golden Reality has nearly made it back to the ring, with the Silencer clutching at his throat just some twelve fight away. Sands has reached the ring, and Hush is on his hands and knees, somehow finding strength after taking a stage dive. Hush uses the barricade to get back to his feet. Sands is still on his hands and knees, rifling underneath the ring apron. Hush stumbles back towards Sands, but all he gets is a vicious chair shot to the throat by the Golden Reality, who was just lying in wait! Hush drops immediately clutching his surgically repaired throat and Sands uses the chair or leverage as he gets back to his feet and cracks a smirk. Sands looks down at Hush and the smirk fades. He takes the chair over his head and slams it across the back of Billy Hush. Sands isn't finished as he once again delivers a sick chair shot to the already downed Hush. Another chair shot, smacks across the back of Billy Hush and it's soon followed by one more for good measure. Four chair shots and Sands throws the chair through the middle rope and into the ring. Sands uses the chain to drag Hush to his feet. He readies himself as he grabs Hush from the back of the head and hurls him headfirst into the ring post. Hush hits hard and drops to his knee, just about out if it. The warped mind of the Golden Reality looks at Hush, and a light bulb seemingly flickers. Hush is still near the ring post and Sands turns him around so that he's leaning up against the ring post, back first. Sands takes the chain and holds it across Hush's throat before walking around him, and rolling into the ring. Sands continues to hold onto the chain as he rolls to the opposite side. He repeats this process once again, once again rolling to the opposite side. The chain is pressed firmly against the throat of Billy Hush and Hush has been tied to the ring post! Sands' smirks as he pulls whatever slack he can from the chain, adding more pressure to the throat of Billy Hush, who's clawing for the collar, and just about gasping for air.

Flash: This is sick! Hush has no way to defend himself and that surgically repaired neck is being tortured! Someone needs to stop this before it gets too far out of hand!

Leppard: Stop it? It's only just begun Flashy!

Sands places one foot on the ring apron and pulls back, tightening the makeshift noose around Hush's throat. Hush's hands shoot up and claw for someway to alleviate the struggle, but Sands releases it before Hush passes out. Sands smirks as Hush fights for breath. Hush swings at Sands, but all Sands has to do is pull and his hands find a new place around his throat. Again Sands releases the pressure, toying with Hush. The crowd boos as Sands has just enough slack to look underneath the ring apron. He pulls out a Singapore Cane and once again flashes a sick smile as he heads back towards the struggling silencer. Sands presses the cane up against Hush's chest, taunting him. Hush readies himself and swings for the fences, nailing shot after shot into the midsection of Billy Hush. Hush does his best to cover up, but his options are severely limited at this point. Sands continues his onslaught until he nails one final shot to the head, splintering the cane in a million pieces. Sands takes the large sharp splinter he's still holding and just jabs it right into the forehead of Billy Hush! Sands continues to stab the splinter into Hush until he draws blood. Hush is bleeding, unable to breathe and forced to look at a smiling Steven Sands in front of him. once again rolls into the ring, this time going to opposite direction. He repeats the process once more, and unties Billy Hush, who drops lifeless to the floor. Sands slowly walks over towards him, throwing the splintered remains of the Singapore cane into the audience. Sands smiles as he picks up the slack in the chain.

Flash: God Hush is already busted open and barely breathing. Sands is still in control...and I don't think Hush is gonna be putting up much of a fight right now.

Leppard: This is it. There's no coming back from Billy Hush now...

Sands gathers whatever is left of Billy Hush and rolls him back into the ring. Sands leaves Hush in the ring, and takes as much chain as he can with him on the outside. Sands once again begins looking underneath the ring. He takes out a trash can, lids, several chairs, another kendo stick and finally, tops it off with a table. Each one is thrown into the ring and Sands finally rolls back into the now littered ring where Billy Hush is still down. Sands looks around the ring at everything he's just tossed in and sets his eyes on the table. He picks the table up and unfolds the legs. He sets it up by the corner and heads back to Billy Hush, who's still laying down on the floor. Sands grabs the chain and uses it to pull the lifeless carcass of the Silencer back to his feet and throw him on top of the table. Sands looks down at Hush, and once again smirks. The crowd continues to boo Sands and chant Hush's name, not that the Golden Reality cares. He just moves past the table and leaves Hush sprawled out. Sands goes to the top rope, facing away from Hush, looking for what could be a moonsault! But before he can jump, Hush rolls off the table and pulls on the chain, yanking Sands off the top rope and forcing him to land awkwardly onto the table! The crowd cheers as Billy Hush falls back and drapes his arm over Sands for the first pin fall of the match!

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No! Steven Sands gets the shoulder up! Hush is in no position to complain, or do anything for that matter, as he remains out of it next to Sands. Both men are laying on the canvas motionless as the crowd goes crazy for Billy Hush. Slowly Hush is starting to come to as he begins to crawl around the ring. Hush is still clawing at his collar, trying to ease the pain on his throat. He gets to his feet and immediately falls into the ropes, exhausted and in a world of pain. Hush turns around and limps towards the trashcan. He picks it up and looks over at his opponent. Sands is now sitting, but shows no signs of moving any time soon. Hush makes his way back to the sitting Sands and places the can over the his head. Hush turns away and then delivers a huge spinning kick to the trashcan, catching Sands right in the face! The crowd cheers as Sands drops back to the canvas the can still over his head. Hush picks up the chair and stands of Steven Sands. He looks around at the crowd, who all respond with cheers as he slams the chair against the can, over and over and over again until the can is all about crushed. Hush tosses the chair aside and rips the mangled trash can off of Sands. Hush drops to his knees and makes the cover

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Somehow, Sands is able to get the shoulder up! The blood faced Billy Hush does not look pleased as he picks up as much of the chain as he can and uses it to pick Steven Sands up. He dumps Sands into the corner . Sands slumps into the turnbuckles and Hush pulls up as much chain as he can. He wraps it around his fist and mounts The Golden Reality in the corner. He looks around at the crowd once more, before he begins driving fist after fist into the forehead of the High Voltage Champion! Each chain-fisted shot gets driven into the skull of Steven Sands and Billy Hush draws the blood of Reality! The ref wants Hush to stop the assault, but Hush continues to pound away at Sands. Finally Hush jumps down from the ropes, and starts to feel the momentum once again. Sands looks out of it and blood is flowing freely from both men. Hush grabs Sands by the hair and pulls him out of the corner. Hush goes face to face with the man that tried to end his career . He wraps the chain around Sands' throat once more, and hurls him over the top rope. Hush pulls on the slack of the chain and Steven Sands' feet don't hit the floor, instead he's left hanging as Billy Hush pulls harder on the chain! The bleeding Steven Sands is clawing at the dog collar, gasping for air as Billy Hush refuses to let go!

Leppard: This is too much! Someone needs to stop this thing!

Flash: Stop it? It's only just begun!

Leppard: Fuck you Flashy! Fuck you!

Billy Hush continues to hold Steven Sands' oxygen for ransom and the price is the High Voltage title. He continues to pull back on the chain and Sands continues to claw. The ref pleads of hush to stop, but the usually docile Silencer has become a man possessed here. Finally Hush releases the slack and lets Steven Sands drop to the floor, just as he was about to turn blue in the face. Hush looks around, and wipes some of the blood from his eyes. Sands is nearly out of it on the outside. Billy Hush goes over the top rope and down to the floor to meet the Golden Reality. Hush drags the unconscious Steven Sands over towards the announcer's table, where he then proceeds to rip everything off of it. Billy Hush pulls the chain and pulls Sands back to his feet. He grabs Sands by the back of the head and slams him head first into the announcer's table. He pulls it back, and then slams it again into the table. Hush pulls his face up once more and just looks at the out of it eyes of Sands before throwing him on top of the announcer's table. The crowd cheers as Billy Hush jumps up with him. Hush stands over the Golden Reality and pulls him to his knees. Billy Hush grabs a hold of Sands's head and pulls him up to his feet, setting him up for what looks like a Golden Reality Check! But Sands blocks it and drops to a knee where he delivers a hard shot to the stomach. Hush keels over and Sands nails a modified jawbreaker to Hush, a shot that drops Hush to his knees. Sands rolls off the table and tries to crawl away, but Hush grabs a hold of the chain.

Hush: Where the fuck do you think you're goin'!?

Hush yanks on the chain hard and it forces Sands to crash backwards into the table. Hush leans over the top of the table, wraps the chain around Sands' throat and uses it to force him back onto the table. There's twelve feet of chain and two men on the announcer's table. Hush pummels Sands with vicious right hands to the face. Sands isn't going anywhere, any time soon and Hush rolls off of the table. He uses every inch of chain he has to distance himself from the table. Hush looks underneath the ring and pulls out yet another steel chair! He jumps up onto the ring apron and looks over at Sands sprawled out on the table. Hush smirks as he pulls a little more slack on the chain and manages to get a small running start before leaping off of the apron and driving the chair into the chest of Steven Sands, completely destroying the table with an elbow drop! The crowd gives off thunderous applause as both men lay in a proverbial car crash of table, chair and broken bones.

Flash: Hush just sent himself crashing through our announcer's table!

Leppard: What the hell!? Why's everyone gotta use our table!? There's plenty under the fucking ring!

Hush rolls off the remnants of the table and gets back to his feet. He begins to limp his way back towards the ring, favoring his right arm, the same arm he just used to drive a chair laced elbow into the heart of the Golden Reality. . He starts tugging at the chain, dragging the bloodied and possibly dead Steven Sands back towards the ring. As soon as he gets him near the ring, he picks him back up and tosses him back inside the ring. Hush enters the ring after him. He crawls over to Steven Sands and looks at his bloodied face. He rolls Sands over onto his back

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Steven Sands gets the shoulder up! Somehow, sands was able to kick out after going through the table! The crowd can't believe it as Hush looks shocked. That look of shock fades and Hush smirks as he wipes the blood from his face. Hush grabs Sands yet again and again brings him to his feet. He takes Sands by the throat and throws him into the corner once more. Hush delivers a few hard chops and right hands and grabs Sands by the arm. Hush goes for the whip and sends Sands into the ropes. Sands bounces back and Hush looks for a clothesline. Sands ducks and runs right underneath Hush's arm and grabs a length of the chain. He continues to run to the other side of the ring, but he doesn't hit the ropes, instead he throws his feet forward and dives feet first through the middle and top rope, pulling back on the chain of Hush and yanking him right to the mat. The whiplash sends Hush to the canvas and Sands is on the floor, sitting next to the ring apron. Sands cracks a bloodstained smirk and slowly gets his aching body back to both feet. Hush is on the mat holding his neck but he's starting to stir as well. Sands crawls through the middle rope just as Hush is getting back to his feet. Sands grabs the chain into his hands and delivers a big right hand to the face. Hush stumbles backward and Sands again wraps the chain around Hush's throat. He drops to a kneeling position and pulls the back of Hush's head across his knee for a modified neckbreaker. Sands keeps Hush across his knee and uses the chain to bring him back up. Sands delivers a few quick kicks and finishes it off with a superkick to the face! Hush falls to the mat and Sands makes the cover, looking to put an end to this match anyway he can.

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Hush gets the shoulder up! The crowd goes crazy with cheers as Sands stands over his opponent, holding his collared neck. Sands looks around at the ring full of weapons and picks up another Singapore cane. He looks around at the crowd and holds the cane up high. The crowd responds with near deafening boos as Sands waits for Hush to get back to his feet. Hush uses the ropes for leverage. Sands readies himself for a swing, Hush turns around, ducks the shot and quickly slides underneath Sands' legs. Hush gets up quickly and pulls Hard on the chain, flipping Sands right onto his back! The crowd cheers at the counter and Hush again resumes control of this match.

Flash: Amazing counter by Hush, he needs to keep all of the momentum that's built on his side and he'll leave with the High Voltage title.

Leppard: You make it sound so fucking easy Flashy, but you can't keep Steven Sands down. You just can't...

Hush wipes some of the blood from his face as he picks Sands back up. Hush nails several right hands and whips him into the ropes. Hush looks for a back drop but Sands has it scouted and hits a kick. The bloody Hush reels backward and Sands charges after him, he stretches out the chain and uses it to clothesline Hush to the mat. He rolls Hush over as he kneels over him. He wraps a few lengths of chain around his neck and starts choking the life out of the Silencer. Hush claws at the chain as Steven Sands fumes over him. The crowd chants Hush's name, trying to will him back into this. Hush seems to respond to the crowd's cheers as he gets back to his feet. He nails Sands with several elbows to the side and pushes him into the ropes. Sands comes back and Hush plants him with a huge spinebuster to the canvas. Hush rolls over into the cover

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Sands gets the shoulder up before the count of three. Hush again wipes the blood from his eyes as he begins to look around the ring full of weapons. He picks up an already dented chair and looks around the cheering arena. Sands has rolled to a knee, and has also picked up a steel chair, unknown to Billy Hush. Hush charges after Sands and Sands turns around, driving the chair again into the throat of Hush, Hush drops his chair and Sands delivers a shot to the head. Hush drops to his knee and Sands stands over him. He measures him and smirks as he brings the chair high above his head and then crashes it right over the dome of the Silencer. The chair smashes around Hush's head and he falls to the mat, seemingly out cold. Sands smirks as he looks at the now dented chair in his hands and he looks around at the booing crowd. He leans over and grabs Hush by the head before he opens the steel chair and places his head inside of it. The crowd continues to hate Steven Sands as he seemingly sets up a case of deja vu. Sands heads to the corner and climbs to the turnbuckles.

Flash: Oh god...not this again! He can't do this again!

Leppard: He absolutely can. He's gonna murder Bill Hush, right here, right now! This is it! This is the end of Billy Hush!

Sands smiles as he stays perched on the top rope. Hush still looks out of it as the smile across Sands' face grows and so does the anticipation in the crowd. Sands leaps from the top rope, and flips backwards for the Turn of the Century! The same move that put Hush out of commission...but Sands' knees crash right into the bare canvas and Billy Hush somehow, someway, is able to roll out of the way. The crowd cheers as Sands misses his opportunity to end Hush's career and Hush rolls to the bottom rope. Sands is still on his knees, and tries his best to stand up, clearly favoring his right knee. Hush is trying to use the ropes to get back up and Sands limps back over towards him. Hush fights him off with a shot to the gut that stops Sands from doing any further damage. Hush uses the ropes to get back to his feet. Sands rushes after Hush, and Hush can only lean over and hoist the charging Golden Reality up over his shoulders. But before he can do anything Sands hangs onto the top rope. Hush tries to dump him over, but Sands is able to land safely on the apron. Hush goes after Sands, but Sands grabs a hold of him and drops to the floor, driving his throat into the top rope. Hush bounces back and stumbles around the ring holding his throat. Hush keels over in pain and Sands jumps up onto the apron again, readies himself and springboards off the top. He looks for a clothesline, but all he gets is a faceful of chair as Hush throws it right into his face! Sands crashes into the canvas. The crowd explodes at the counter and Hush drops to his knees before hooking the leg.

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No! Steven Sands again gets the shoulder up! Hush rolls over and takes a second to assess what the fuck he needs to do to put this asshole away. Hush sits up and looks down at his already bleeding, already injured High Voltage Champion. Hush gets to his feet and uses the chain to pick Sands back up. Hush looks over at the High Voltage Champion and hoists him across his back, looking to finally put him away with the Silencer! But before he can drop him right on his head, Sands drops behind Hush. He quickly wraps the chain around Hush's throat and drops him right to the mat with a rear mat slam. Sands falls back to the mat, unable to capitalize on the desperation move. Sands slowly crawls back over to Hush and hooks the leg

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Hush once again gets the shoulder up, much to the delight of the crowd. Sands rolls off of Hush and tries to get back to his feet, but between the loss of blood and the missed Turn of the Century, he stumbles back down to a knee.

Flash: After all of the blood and shots the the skull I have no idea how either one of these men are able to keep going! We've got to be nearing the end here!

Leppard: The only thing that's ending is Hush's fucking career. There's no way in Hell Steven Sands can lose to Billy fucking Hush.

Sands is back to his feet but using the top rope as a guide as he heads to pick up the a trash can lid. Hush is hanging onto the bottom rope, trying to use it to get back to his feet, but before he can Sands stands over him and begins to drive shot after shot onto any part of Hush's body he can find with that trash can lid. He pounds the flesh of Billy Hush back to the canvas until the small piece of metal is bent and useless. Sands tosses it aside, grabs Hush and drags him back towards the center of the ring where he once again tries for the cover

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Hush again gets the shoulder up. Sands pounds the canvas in frustration and sloppily gets back to his feet. He picks up a chair and rather then driving it down on Hush, he sets it up in the middle of the ring. He picks up another chair and sets it up across from the other one. He does this three more times, and all six dented and bloodied chairs are set up side by side, and face to face as Sands heads back to Hush, who's using the middle rope to get back to his feet. Sands helps Hush back up, but all he gets is a kick to the gut that keels the Golden Reality over. Hush hooks his head and spikes him into the canvas with a DDT! A last ditch effort for control leaves Steven Sands face first on the canvas. The crowd cheers as Hush rolls over and makes the cover

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Sands kicks out again! Hush is out of ideas as he gets back to his feet and looks at what Sands has constructed in the middle of the ring. Hush cracks a bloody smirk as he grabs a hold of the chain and drags Sands back up to his feet. Hush nails a few punches to the head. Sands retaliates with a shot of his own and both men begin trading tired blows to the face. Sands gets a shot that rocks him, but before he can capitalize, he delivers a well placed knee to the gut. Sands hits several right hands that force Hush into the corner. Sands tries to hit a clothesline, but Hush moves and Sands is in the corner now, with Hush nailing a flurry of right hands to the bloody face of the Golden Reality. Hush looks behind him at the chairs set up and nails another right hand to the face of Steven Sands. He then hoists Sands up and places him on the top rope.

Flash: Oh no..I don't like where this is headed...this is not gonna end well!

Leppard: This is too much! Stop him! Somebody stop him before he fucking murders someone!

Hush nails several right hands to Steven Sands on the top rope. Hush nails a big elbow tot he side of the head and climbs up the ropes to meet with Steven Sands. Hush and Sands continue to trade blows on the top rope with Hush getting the upper hand. Sands reels backwards. Hush hooks Sands for a superplex! Hush tries to pull Sands off of the top rope, but Sands is able to hold on. Sands nails a few shots to the body. Sands with a headbutt, nearly causes Hush to fall off, but he holds on to the top rope and comes back with one of his own to the face of the Golden Reality. Hush and Sands continue to trade blows on the top rope, teetering on the edge of disaster. Hush hooks Sands again and once again tries for a superplex. But Sands blocks it and sends Hush back down to the canvas, after he nails a hard right hand to the injured throat of the Silencer. Sands drops down from the precarious position and tries to take advantage of the dazed Hush, but Hush blocks his attempt with a big right hand to the gut and then a huge European uppercut that sends Sands back into the ropes. Sands comes back with a big knee to the gut and then another big knee to the face. Sands hits another kick to the gut and applies a hammerlock. He sets Billy Hush for the Golden Reality Check! But before he can drop, Hush spins out of the attempt and takes Sands down to the mat with a jumping enziguri to the back of the head. Sands continues to stand, dazed and Hush plants him to the canvas with a Samoan drop! Steven Sands is driven into the canvas and Billy Hush makes the cover

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Sands again gets the shoulder up. Hush seemed to expect it as he immediately goes back to work on the Golden Reality. Hush grabs Steven Sands' legs and tries his best to roll him over. Sands tries to fight out of it, but Hush is able to roll him onto his stomach and lock him into a Boston Crab! The Deafening is locked in tightly, and the cheers from the crowd are deafening as Sands screams in pain.

Flash: The Deafening! The Deafening is locked in! Sands could tap here!

Leppard: No! It can't end this way!Sands can't tap to Hush! That kinda shit just doesn't happen here!

Billy Hush continues to add more and more pressure as Sands tries whatever he can to claw himself away from Billy Hush. Sands is trying to whatever he can to fight his way out of it, but can only resort to crawling his way to the bottom rope. Sands gets closer and closer, stopping periodically to let out a cry of pain before he finally reaches the bottom rope and gets his arm over it...but there's no disqualification! Billy Hush continues to hang on and Steven Sands has no way out! Hush applies more pressure and The Golden Reality needs to think of another way out. Sands, thinking quickly, keep crawling underneath the bottom rope and gets both hands on the floor. He continues to crawl and Hush loses his grip on the Deafening. Sands is on the floor, and Hush is in the ring. Hush pulls on the chain, pulling Sands back underneath the bottom rope and back into the ring. Hush hits a few stomps on Steven Sands. Hush wraps the chain around Sands' throat and lifts him back to his feet. The chain link garrote is wrapped tightly around the Golden Reality's throat as Hush drags him closer to the set chairs. Hush delivers a quick kick to the gut and steps up onto the chairs. Hush grabs a hold of the chain and leads Sands onto the set up chairs with him. Hush is careful as he hoists Steven Sands up onto his shoulders, looking to put him away once and for all with the Silencer through the chairs!

Flash: Oh no, this is not good. He can't do this. I know he tried to end his career, but this is too much Hush!

Leppard: This is too much, too far, too horrible to happen! We need someone to come stop him!

Sands does everything he can to fight out of it, squirming and dropping down behind him and balancing carefully on the chairs. Hush turns around and gets a kick to the gut. Steven Sands hook's the arm and grabs Hush by the head before sweeping the leg out from underneath him and driving both of them through the chairs!The Golden Reality Check destroys all six chairs and lays out both men! The Golden Reality and Billy Hush lay in a pile of twisted steel and bloody bodies as the crowd goes insane with boos.

Flash: Holy shit! The Golden Reality Check through a pile of chairs! That was fucking insane!

Leppard: Don't stop yet! He's still alive, end his fucking career Stevie!

Sands moves his way out of the piles of chairs and uses the top rope to get back to his feet. He walks over to Hush, kicks some of the chairs away from his unconscious body and wipes the blood from his face. Sands drags Hush closer and closer to the corner before he looks down at him and spits blood on the lifeless body of Billy Hush. Sands climbs the turnbuckles and looks down at Hush from the top rope, and as if it really needed to be done, leaps off the top rope and executing the Turn of the Century on the bloodied and broken Billy Hush! The crowd boos as Sands finally hooks the leg and the ref makes the cover

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'You Eclipsed by Me' hits again and the crowd is absolutely livid, some even going as far as to throw trash in the ring as Sands rolls off of Billy Hush.

Chambers: Here is your winner and still VWA High Voltage Champion... STEVEN SANDS!!!

Sands rips the dog collar off of his throat and rolls away from Billy Hush and underneath the bottom rope. Sands is on the floor leaning up against the ring apron as the ref walks over to hand him his High Voltage title. Sands hugs his championship tightly as he orders the referee to help him back to his feet. The ref takes a hold of his arm and helps Steven Sands back to his feet as he continues to hang on to his championship. The ref raises his hand, but quickly lets go, heading back to the ring to check on Billy Hush, laying in a pool of his own blood. Sands looks back into the ring, at the destruction he's caused and the blood he's spilled and just stares, blankly. For a title win this big, the Golden Reality doesn't seem too pleased with himself.

Flash: Steven Sands has done it! He has retained the VWA High Voltage title...but he doesn't seem thrilled about it..

Leppard: Oh he's happy, Flashy...he's just disappointed that Hush is still breathing.

Flash: A match like that takes so much of a toll, even the winner loses a little bit of himself. Steven Sands is still the High Voltage Champion..and Billy Hush....Hush needs some help.

EMT's and officials rush past Steven Sands, as he continues to hug his title and only stares at the men trying to help Billy Hush. Sands continues to look as he stumbles his way back up the ramp and behind the curtain, still the VWA High Voltage Champion. Billy Hush is still bleeding in the ring and doesn't seem to be responding as Purgatory cuts to a commercial.

The scene opens backstage to show The VWA World Heavyweight Champion, Pat Laba walking through the hallways with an intense look in his eyes. He's ready, willing and able for his upcoming match, and he's not afraid to show it. The VWA World Heavyweight Title is strapped around his waist, but he stops suddenly, as Jude Lawson gets in front of him, much to the distaste of the fans in the arena.

Laba: Well, well, well... why do my instincts tell me that you aren't here to wish me luck?

Jude shakes his head from side to side, rolling his eyes as he does. He lets out a scoff, obviously a little annoyed with Laba and his assumptions.

Jude: Oh relax, would you? I just came around now to see for myself if my World Heavyweight Champion was ready for tonight.

Laba raises an eyebrow, obviously not buying the act from Jude, but he pays it no mind. He shrugs VWA's Owner off and responds to him.

Laba: And why wouldn't I be, Jude? Let me guess... you're planning on sending on your little boys down to dust me up? I love the originality.

Jude: Aren't we passed this, Pat? Do you really believe that I'd send someone out after you to make sure you lose that precious title of yours? You know, the one you can't seem to live without?

Laba: Forgive me, Jude. I have just no idea where I could have spun such a theory from.

Jude: Rest assured that you'll be left alone in that ring tonight, Pat. I'm not out to hurt you here.

Laba: And you can prove this how exactly?

The fans in the arena start to boo, as from behind Laba comes Kryst, Jude's newest prodigal son. He whispers in Laba's ear with a sinister grin on his face.

Kryst: Well for starters, you'd no longer be having this conversation.

The Violent Saint turns around and gets right in Kryst's face, not backing down even for a second. The tension in the hallway couldn't even be cut with a knife, it's so huge.

Laba: Ah, Krystian... or sorry, is it Kryst now? Either way, I thought I smelled shit around here. Guess I'll just trust my senses next time, huh?

Kryst: Guess you shouldn't take them for granted either while you're at it. After all, you're just one Klynch away from being separated from all five of them.

Laba: Heh... now ain't that kute?

Kryst: Just remember who's next in line after tonight, Champ. You better pray that Kennylz doesn't choke 'cause if he does... you'll have me to answer too. And trust me, Pat... you won't be liking my fucking kwestions.

The Violent Saint grits his teeth as Kryst and Jude walk away, leaving The Violent Saint standing there with The VWA World Heavyweight Title around his waist, glaring as the scene fades into a Crisis of Faith commercial.



The scene fades from the Crisis of Faith commercial and circle around the arena at the thousands of cheering fans. They're all excited for the main event, as it comes to a stop at Flash and Leppard at ringside.

Flash: Up next... we've got the moment we've all been waiting for. It's Pat Laba against Erick Kennylz for The VWA World Heavyweight Championship, and it's going to an amazing match.

Leppard: It will not. It's gonna be lame and stupid... and I want to rip my fucking hair out. So... let's get to the stupid video package, so I won't want to kill myself anymore.

Flash looks over at Leppard with a groan on his face as he rolls his eyes and the sound of the screaming fans dies down. The scene fades to darkness, as the world prepares to watch a video package.

Once that video has finished, we cut back to ringside with Leppard, Flash and dozens of excited and screaming fans trying to fill into the background behind them.

Leppard: Oh for fuck's sake, if that video package was five seconds longer I would have fallen asleep.

Flash: Does that mean I'll have to listen to you for the rest of the night then? Ugh... can we get it rolled once more, please?

Leppard: And then what, have you left alone to the call the most boring and unexciting suckfest of a main event ever booked on a VWA Pay-Per-View? It's tempting but the viewers at home need to be actually entertained, Flashy... and that's where I come in.

Flash: You are, without doubt... an absolute douche of the highest quality. What we're about to witness is absolutely huge, Jordan; the first ever meeting between The Violent Saint and The City Street Savior in a VWA ring... and the World Heavyweight Championship is on the line to boot.

Leppard: I'd like to boot you, Flashy... boot you right face. Right in the face, I tell ya!

Flash scoffs and feints a smack in the direction of Leppard's head which causes him to flinch badly. The Primetime Superstar just shakes his head, trying not to laugh as we're then taken to Tamzin who's ready to call these two heavyweights out.

Chambers: The following main event contest is scheduled for one fall and is for The VWA World Heavyweight Championship!

The lights dim around the Arena and especially on the stage as 'Livin' In Exile' hits the speakers which prompts the fans to get loud and proud with cheers for the City Street Savior. Silver pyro blasts from the stage and from the smoke and through the curtains, comes Royalty In Exile; Erick Kennylz, running from side to side on the stage, as the crowd goes absolutely insane with cheers. Kennylz slowly makes his way to the center of the stage and turns to look down at the squared circle which will serve as the center of the battlefield tonight.

Chambers: Introducing first, the challenger, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 225 pounds, Royalty In Exile... ERICK KENNYLZ!!!

Royalty In Exile makes his way down the ramp way, looking cold and collected as he does. This is the moment he's been waiting for for a while now. The moment where he needs to shine. The moment that will surpass every other moment in history if he's able to do what he intends on doing. As he hits the bottom of the ramp, he speeds up and slides under the bottom rope, getting right to his feet as he does. He paces back and forth, readying himself for the match, as the music cuts and the fans die down. Kennylz glares up at the stage, waiting for Laba.

Flash: He's been waiting for this opportunity for too long, Jordan. Look at the fire in the eyes of our number one contender. I really do think he's ready.

Leppard: Ready to what, Flashy? Roll around with Laba for half an hour and then expect us to applaud both their mediocrity? Pfft, please.

Flash: He earned this opportunity by beating five of VWA's best in the Seventh Circle of Hell this year, partner. You really ought to pay the man some respect.

The fans in the arena are quieting down, as 'War Is My Destiny' hits the speakers. The sound of it of course changes their tune completely as they explode with cheers for The VWA World Heavyweight Champion. Blue and silver pyro explodes from the stage and from behind the curtains comes The Violent Saint; Pat Laba, looking as ready as ever to make sure that he walks out of the arena tonight with a title around his waist. With the fans cheering loudly, The Violent Saint steps out to the edge of the stage and thrusts his arm in the air, sending out another blast of pyro from behind him, and causing the crowd to go even more insane with cheers. Laba smirks, as he looks down at the ring, and knows exactly what he has to do in order to walk out as VWA World Heavyweight Champion tonight.

Chambers: His opponent, from Hasroun, Lebanon, weighing in at 250 pounds, he is The VWA World Heavyweight Champion, The Violent Saint... PAT LABA!!!

The Violent Saint makes his way down the ramp way, smirking as he keeps his eyes locked on Erick Kennylz. The fans in the arena continue to cheer him loudly. As Laba hits the bottom of the ramp, he steps up to the steel steps and smirks, clasping his hand around the turnbuckle. A sickening smirk appears on his face, as he drowns the fans out and remembers the last time he was in a match like this. The Violent Saint makes his way into the ring. The fans continue to cheer loudly as Laba paces back and forth, ready to get his hands on Kennylz. The music cuts and the fans die down, as Purgatory's main event in near it's beginning.

Leppard: And here comes the almighty GHOAT. Pat Laba; The Greatest Hack of All Time.

Flash: Our most dominant competitor in the history of this company by a clear, clear margin... and you still insist on insulting him so pettily?

Leppard: I just need this motherfucker to lose that goddamn title already, Flashy. He's held it for far, far far too long and the cruel twist of it all is if that's to happen tonight, Erick Kennylz who's pretty much been a not-as-successful Pat Laba to date. Kill... me... now!

The fans are buzzing in anticipation as both men step towards the center, slowly approaching each other as The Violent Saint hands his World Heavyweight Championship over to the assigned referee who then hoists it high up in the air. There's a contrast in both men from the start as Kennylz looks up at the gold in the air while Laba stares directly at his challenger. The belt is handed to a member of the ring crew and these two men start circling each other already, awaiting the sound of the bell to ring loudly in their ears.

*DING DING DING*

And there it is, it's been rung and they hear it loud like a gunshot from point-blank range as they charge at each other, instantly clashing shoulder to shoulder with a heavy thud as they lock up collar and elbow style. It's a test of physicality to begin with as they try over-powering each other, trying to gain leverage with neither man looking ready to find a way out just yet. The referee watches on, as do the fans as these two stubborn bulls continue to press against each other, moving back and forth, side to side until they both end up falling out through the ropes and to the floor. Once they hit the mats, they both scramble up quickly and stare each other down before sliding back in at the same time. It's time for round two it seems as they lock horns again, this time entering the grapple even harder and with more force. It doesn't last that long this time though, not at all as Laba makes the first move, quickly slapping on a side headlock and then transitioning it into a hammerlock to get behind his challenger. He cranks on that wrist but Kennylz counters with a go-behind followed up by a hammerlock of his own. Laba drops to one knee now while slinging an arm up, managing to pull Kennylz over with an over the shoulder takedown but his challenger is up right away, which then works even better for the World Heavyweight Champion as he drops him with an arm drag. The challenger storms up and repays the favor, giving an arm drag right back and once Laba is up, which is pretty much instantly, they lock up again with the intensity starting to soar from early on. This time it's Kennylz who slaps on the side headlock but Laba shoves him off and into the ropes. Royalty in Exile comes running back and both men collide, shoulder to shoulder with a double block that neither gets the better. They step back and then forward again, raising their fists simultaneously in preparation for the striking to commence.

Flash: They're dead even at the moment and it doesn't look like either of them plan on pulling any punches...

Leppard: Good, let them knock each other out in the first five minutes so we can all go home early!

Flash: I really do wish you had fallen asleep, Jordan. Maybe I'll just put you to bed if you keep this up.

And commence it does, with both men surging forward to let their fists do the talking from here on as they clobber each other, not bothering to block each other's strikes but instead just connect with their own and several of those punches do. Laba mixes it up with a knife-edged chop and Kennylz fires back with an open palm strike across the chest. Neither man seems phased at the moment and they keep going, toe to toe, Champion versus Challenger and the fans cheer loudly for both men. The referee widens his eyes, almost in disbelief that these two are still standing but it's Kennylz who break it up with a sudden low dropkick to the left knee of his opponent. The Violent Saint drops down onto that knee now and Kennylz charges forward, ramming a knee into the face of his opponent before dropping a sharp elbow down into his sternum. The challenger picks himself up now and takes two steps back, allowing the Champion to get back up on his own terms and once he does, he throws several right hands before topping the combination off with a spinning discus punch that knocks Laba back into the nearest corner. Kennylz approaches now, looking to close down the Champion while his back is against the turnbuckles but The Violent Saint has other plans as he lunges forward, grabbing his opponent by the throat to reverse the positions between them before going on the attack with some stiff knife-edge chops. Kennylz leans forward, resisting against the strikes but Laba keeps him at bay with a European uppercut. The Violent Saint pulls his opponent out and away from the corner now to launch him overhead with a belly-to-belly suplex. He follows it up with the first pinfall attempt of the match in the form a lateral press;

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Kennylz kicks out, exactly on the count of two and the fans cheer, eager to see more unfold. The World Heavyweight Champion nods in acknowledgment and allows Royalty in Exile to stand back up on his own terms. Once the challenger is vertical though, the Champion is ready to pounce as he throws a few right hands that force Kennylz to backpedal against the ropes before he looks to Irish whip him. He doesn't get to send him running though, not how he'd like too anyway as Royalty in Exile counters with a swift arm wringer, toe kick and snap DDT that all flow smoothly in their transitional execution.

Leppard: Oh my God, this is just too painful to watch. Do you have an iPod I can borrow, Flashy? Ooh, ooh... how about a portable DVD player?

Flash: How about a portable shut the hell up and focus on the match instead? Kennylz just scored with Bitter Peace, at least try and pay attention.

Leppard: I would if I knew both these assholes would lose, Flashy. But sadly and quite tragically... one of them are gonna win and that's both sickening and depressing!

The fans cheer and applaud for the challenger who pushes himself up, looking pleased with himself not at all satisfied as he maintains his serious stare. He assists the Champion up off the canvas now and then delivers a knee to the midsection to keel him over. From here, Kennylz utilizes four clubbing blows across the back before putting his opponent's head in between his legs and applying a double underhook. From this set-up, a backbreaker follows and a solid one at that. He looks down at Laba who arches his back a little, wanting to attempt the pinfall but knowing he has done nearly enough yet to make it worthwhile. So instead of the cover, Kennylz allows Laba to stand and uses an arm wringer which he follows up with an Irish whip. He finds himself doing the running instead of his opponent though after a strong reversal and looks to make it up with a springboard into flying crossbody. The Violent Saint is ready and waiting for it though and it shows when he catches him the fall-away position and then spins around to crunch him with a signature catatonic backbreaker. The Animosity can be felt throughout the Arena along with the impact of that one and it's Royalty in Exile's turn to arch his back in pain, trying to nurse it with his hand while he is dragged up off the canvas.The fans buzz as the challenger is whipped into a near corner and from here, the Champion hops up onto the second rope and then starts with a ten punch. The crowd count out loud as each consecutive strike connects but at around seven, Royalty in Exile suddenly bursts into life as he grabs up at Laba so he's in the powerbomb position and hoists him up and back a bit further so he's in more of a crucifix. There's not The Violent Saint can do now except brace himself as Kennylz sets off running, sprinting diagonally before collapsing into the opposing corner while powerbombing his opponent into the middle turnbuckle. The fans ooh and groan, knowing that must have hurt badly after seeing Laba's neck whiplash and Kennylz drags him away from the ropes now to hook the far leg;

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The World Heavyweight Champion kicks out a two and a quarter, and strongly too to send a message which the number one contender surely receives. This doesn't bother Kennylz though, instead it just encourages him. Royalty in Exile stomps down on his opponent a few times to ensure he stays down before climbing up the turnbuckles from inside the ring so he's facing the crowd. The challenger takes his time, not wanting to risk a slip in the biggest match of his career to date so when he finally balances himself on the top rope, he's ready to go and takes one quick peak over one shoulder. What he sees surprises the hell out of him though, but he has no time to do anything as Laba's up again and then takes both knees out with a double chop block. Kennylz crotches himself uncomfortable upon the top turnbuckle and The Violent Saint follows him up, hopping up onto the second rope for some elevation as he hooks one arm around his head and looks for a big time back suplex, but his challenger manages to back-flip and land on his feet below and behind him. The escape impresses the fans as Kennylz now looks to capitalize, grabbing Laba in a waistlock from behind and looking to throw him backwards with a German suplex over the top rope but Laba does the same, managing to generate some of his own momentum in time to land on his feet behind his opponent. Royalty in Exile spins around right away with a back elbow to the face yet swipes at nothing but air and he realizes why when he's taken low with a shoot and the takedown off a double leg is inevitable. Rather than mounting his man though, Laba keeps hold of his legs and stands, threatening to lock in his Sharpshooter but Kennylz relies on his leg strength to shove him right off. The challenger scampers back up, as does the Champion and they clash again, Kennylz taking control with a toe kick to the gut which then leads into what appears to be a piledriver but before he can lift his opponent upside down, he finds himself heaved up and over with a back body drop counter. The ropes shake a little from the impact as Kennylz pushes himself back up with one hand on his lower back but he would have been better off staying down for a little longer to avoid what he's struck with next in the form of a sick running enziguri.

Flash: It's been an extremely physical encounter thus far and neither man has truly been able to dominate just yet. The momentum keeps swinging back and forth like a pendulum.

Leppard: That would be because they both suck and aren't worth price of a small popcorn and slushy let alone what we charge for the viewers at home to watch this Pay-Per-View.

Flash: Sigh... you're really starting to piss me off, Jordan. Watch yourself, you're skating on thin ice here.

The Violent Saint helps his opponent up to a vertical base now, not wishing to grant him any time to recover as he applies an arm wringer, which he then doubles up on before Irish whipping his man into the ropes. Kennylz is sent running and he rebounds, returning with extra pace as Laba smoothly performs a tilt-a-whirl but is unable to perform the backbreaker to accentuate it as Royalty in Exile manages to land on his feet in front of him. The Champion steps forward but finds himself grabbed and then flung overhead with a textbook Northern lights suplex. Kennylz arches his back and bridges with the pinfall now, both of Laba's shoulders being pinned now as the referee slides in to count;

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There isn't a kick out, per say... but something even more impressive as The Violent Saint wraps his arms around the torso of his opponent to then show great strength and flexibility to push both himself and his opponent up from that pinning predicament. Once they're both standing, Laba is lightning quick to rotate, spinning with a quick twist that ends up with his opponent being caught in a backslide as the man in stripes is given more work to do;

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Royalty in Exile powers out at around two and a quarter, letting the Champion know that he's here to stay as both men pick themselves up off the canvas to keep going at this high level. They confront each other in the middle of the ring and exchange two punches each, back and forth yet not one fist connects as all four are blocked by forearms. Both Laba and Kennylz then aim a little lower and end up kicking each other in the gut at the same time and they both double over slightly before taking a step back. They step forward again and Laba aims higher this time, only to be cut off as Kennylz goes with another gut kick that reaches its target first. The number one contender is no nonsense at the moment as he slaps on a front facelock, perhaps looking to secure in that fatal guillotine choke of his but Laba wants none of it, and you can't blame him as he grunts loudly while heaving his opponent high in the air and moving towards the nearest set of ropes to set him down feet-first on the other side of the ropes. With the challenger on the apron, the Champion looks to brainbuster him right back in and it all looks like it's going to according to plan as he heaves his man up, yet the script is flipped as Royalty in Exile kicks around, resisting the maneuver as he lands back down on the apron with momentum that he uses to instead hoist The Violent Saint up... who then finds himself getting vertical suplexed to the outside where both men now hit the backs of their heads on the start of the steel ramp way. The fans are popping loudly for both men now as the referee leans over the top rope to inspect the damage and fortunately enough, both men are stirring around as he starts to count them both out.

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Kennylz is recovering quicker of the two, which comes as no surprise as he wasn't on the wrong end of that high risk maneuver. Laba isn't doing badly either though, despite appearing to be bleeding slightly from a small opening on the back of his head.

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Royalty in Exile is standing now, he's made it up and he now assists The Violent Saint the rest of the way up, but only to whip him into the apron. From here, Kennylz drops a shoulder and rams into the midsection of his opponent, forcing that spine into the apron-edge once more but Laba fights back through gritted teeth with a Mongolian chop.

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Kennylz stumbles back but rocks forward again, regaining control with a European uppercut before grabbing Laba by the head and pulling him towards the near set of steel stairs. He look to slam the Champion's face down into them but Laba blocks the attempt with a boot against the steps before using a side elbow which then allows him to smash the challenger face-first into the steel instead.

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Kennylz is groggy now and wearily checks to see if he's bleeding. His forehead is dry though, damaged... but dry as The Violent Saint chooses to roll his opponent back into the ring and then kneel his way up onto the apron himself and slowly scale the turnbuckles. It can't be the best idea, not by any means here since his head has been banged up but he composes himself on the top rope before front-flipping off it, looking to score big with that signature top rope leg drop of his but he might as well be an artist 'cause he ends up splashing nothing but canvas.

Leppard: Crash and burn! Now get up, Kennylz... get up and go do the same fucking thing!

Flash: The Violent Saint thought he had Royalty in Exile right where he wanted him for that Hasroun Hangover but it wasn't the case, partner; the challenger managed to evade the danger just in time.

Leppard: Could that little suicide mission have been deliberate by chance? I mean the fucker is Arabic, I've seen him chanting to Allah and who knows, don't paint me as a racist if I think they've gotten bored of blowing up buildings...

Flash just stares blankly, oh so blankly at this broadcast partner for a moment before sighing, shaking his head and focusing right back onto the action in the ring like we are where Kennylz, after managing to roll out of harm's way, is steadily pushing himself up off the mat now while Laba clutches at his leg in pain while muttering to himself. The challenger is up first but he waits for the Champion now who hobbles up, favoring one particular leg as he turns around to get absolutely clobbered with a high impact lariat. It looks like Laba's just tasted the cold, cold Embrace of Exile and the number one contender isn't done yet, not by any means runs at the ropes now to springboard off the second one and score points with a lionsault. He sticks his landing like a gymnast and shoots a glare at the referee while he hooks a leg, wanting him to count right away;

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The fans cheer as The Violent Saint kicks out at two and a third, hell bent on retaining his belt tonight which means it's going to take an absolute monster of an effort from Royalty in Exile if he is to go on and succeed tonight. Kennylz takes a few deep breaths now while on his knees, trying to keep himself collected and focused on the task at hand as he helps Laba up while mentally plotting his next move. Once the Champion is up, the challenger has get his head set on what to do next as he scoops hm up over his shoulders into a fireman's carry, readying himself to transition it into a cutter but he what didn't map out is any contingency to occur if the following happens; The Violent Saint managing to escape his clutches and land behind him to apply a strait-jacket around the neck that's accompanied by a backcracker... which does indeed happen. That's Third Degree Pain right there and while the name may be heavily outdated, it's effectiveness sure isn't as Kennylz clutches at his back in pain while grimacing upon the canvas. And to make up for his crash and burn earlier, Laba now performs a standing-to-jump variation of his Hasroun Hangover for good measure to affirm the fact that control is his at the moment.

Flash: It's been a tough match so far and I'll be thoroughly surprised if they can keep going at each other at this rate for much longer. Everything they're doing, whether it be striking or slamming, is just done with more intensity than we're used to seeing. They're just not holding back at all.

Leppard: Which means this thing will end quicker? By all means, fairies... don't hold back at all! Take those tampons out, roll your frilly sleeves up and get ta' dancing! Get dirty! Get da--

Flash: Okay, you're just making me feel really uncomfortable right now...

The Violent Saint stomps down twice upon his opponent before dragging him up off the canvas to whip him furiously into the ropes. Kennylz runs, rebounds and runs back but right into a huge spinebuster that the Champion powerfully plants him with. Laba springs up, looking confident as he should be right now as he grabs at his challenger's legs, trying to cross them over one of his own for his sharpshooter and there's a struggle, a quick back-and-forth between both men which Royalty in Exile ends up just marginally winning by pushing up to grab at the Champion's head to pull him down into an inside cradle counter;

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The fans cheer as The Violent Saint kicks out at two and a half and he storms up to his feet, not at all pleased at how he was taken by surprise there as he winds up and punts his opponent right in the face with a heavy boot. Kennylz falls back, flat on his back with a hand to his face now as Laba stomps down upon his ribcage a few times, not giving any room to breathe. Royalty in Exile is forced up to a vertical base now and without warning or hesitation, The Violent Saint slings an arm around his neck and hoists his man up, looking for a Crisis of Faith a few months too early and the fans pop, glad to see that Kennylz can escape and push out of it in mid-air to land on his feet. The Champion looks to charge but is halted by a knee to the gut which his challenger follows up with a double hammerlock that leads to a swift facebuster. Kennylz dubs that maneuver the Ludovico Technique and looks damn proud of it as he covers his opponent, utilizing a lateral press while also pressing a forearm into the throat of The Violent to make it tougher;

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The World Heavyweight Champion kicks out at two and a half again, and Kennylz shuts his eyes, striving to keep focused as this match becomes more taxing and grueling on both the body and mind. He takes a few deep breathes and then assists The Violent Saint up off the canvas and buries a forearm into his lower back. This causes Laba to bend backwards which is exactly what Kennylz wants as he latches an inverted headlock on but before he can even attempt the twisting portion of his Boston Massacre, his opponent is already one step ahead of him as he drops to his knees, twists him around and then shoots low with an flawless double leg takedown which leads to his third attempt at his infamous Reign of Pain. Kennylz has managed to fight it off two times already but will this third occasion prove to be the charm? It's starting to look like it as Laba starts winning the battle for leverage.

Flash: The back of Kennylz has taken quite the beating and his legs must be feeling heavy now which are worrying signs for his title hopes if Laba is successfully lock his favorite submission hold in!

Leppard: Do it! dooooo it! DO IT!!!

Flash: Didn't your mother ever tell you to be careful of what you wish for? It seems like your request hasn't been denied by The Violent Saint!

Kennylz grits his teeth in pain as he's eventually rolled over onto his stomach and once he's in this position, Laba sits down and leans right back, really setting this submission hold in nice and tight and the fans get louder and louder as the referee drops down to check on Royalty in Exile. Upon being asked whether he'd like to give it up, the challenger tells the referee to go fuck himself as he deals with the pain, resisting against his urges to scream out in agony as the Champion sits down even more on it and really applies some torque to it. Kennylz can only shake his head, and profusely at that as he shuts his eyes, blocking everything out but all he wants, but all he needs and when he opens his eyes again, he's sees just that, the World Heavyweight Championship sitting in the lap of the timekeeper and this encourages him, it urges him, it begs him to reach the ropes for a much needed break and through some struggle and hardship... he finally manages to grip the bottom rope with an extended hand, albeit barely. The referee counts at Laba now, letting him know that he needs to relinquish his Reign of Pain and he does just that, at the official's count of four. The challenger writhes around in pain now, his back aching beyond words can describe as the Champion just stares down at him with a cold and emotionless expression. Most men would get angry in this situation, they'd blame the referee or just lose their shit but Laba isn't most men and neither is Kennylz... and this match continues on with The Violent Saint assisting Royalty in Exile up to a vertical base. Kennylz finds it difficult to stand right now so Laba shoves him back against the ropes and then starts teeing off on him with slow, heavy and methodical right hands. Each shot rocks Royalty in Exile's head back until after about five, The Violent Saint takes off to the opposite set of ropes and then comes roaring back, the velocity he's accumulated being damn high but Kennylz refuses to be a sitting duck, he just can't afford to as he drops to the canvas, both hands holding the top rope firmly too as Laba goes over but not all the way down. Somehow, despite the speed he was sprinting in, The Violent Saint still manages to secure one foot on the apron with help from the ropes to hold onto too. He's teetering though, facing away from the ring and this bodes well for Kennylz who rises back up and then reaches over to wrench on an inverted headlock. From here, it takes tremendous strength, well more like tremendous willpower to heave Laba over the top rope and back into the with that inverted headlock, and what comes next is the twist of fate but his fate takes a bad turn as the Champion manages to cleverly reach out and grasp the top rope so Kennylz falls down to the mat mid-execution while he doesn't. Royalty in Exile storms back up, looking for another heavy lariat but The Violent Saint ducks and now transitions with a counter into the Crisis of Faith! It isn't to be though, as Kennylz manages to reverse that with an arm drag and both men will themselves up to their feet to engage in yet another all-out slugfest!

Leppard: Kill each other! Kill each other now! Then there will be no World Heavyweight Champion! Wait, no... then someone awesome could be World Heavyweight Champion like SHANO! OOH, OR MAYBE KRYS!

Flash: Your stupid little comments aside... I think these two just might end up killing each other, just look at how hard they're hitting each other!

Leppard: Wow, this match has finally gotten exciting and it's just because there's finally a chance that neither of these bitches will walk out as the winner! I'm loving it!

Both men stand toe to toe, Champion to challenger once more and our commentators weren't exaggerating, not in the slightest as the fans watch on in awe and fear as both Laba and Kennylz continue to beat the absolutely shit out of each other with their fists and feet. Royalty in Exile manages to catch a boot from Laba and then uses this to shove him back into a corner. Everyone knows what he wants to do now and sure enough, he starts with alternating backhand chops and forearm strikes but in a new plot development that no one could have seen coming, The Violent Saint lets out a primal roar and grabs Kennylz by the throat, throwing him into the corner instead and proceeding to yes, pummel with what could only be described as an Onslaught of Malice as Royalty in Exile gets force-fed a bottle of his own medicine. And that medicine tastes exactly like how one would think a series of headbutts, football kicks, knee strikes and and Kawada kicks would taste like.... excruciating pain. Laba takes several steps back now, backing himself right into the opposing corner from across the ring and he's out of breath, he's struggling to suck in oxygen at the moment so after doing some of that, he looks to complete the signature and savage corner combination of Royalty in Exile by charging with an Axe kick... but he ends up kicking nothing as Kennylz literally falls away to one side, avoiding the potential decapitation to leave Laba exhausted and with right leg slung over the top rope in the corner. The challenger has had the absolute hell beaten out of him and his face is bloodied up, his body badly bruised but he still finds it in him to get back slowly and realize what just happened. Meanwhile, The Violent Saint is trying desperately to free himself but his boot has been caught beneath the top turnbuckle pad and a wire which leaves him trapped in the corner and hobbling on one leg. Kennylz looks ready to kick that leg he's standing on out from underneath him but then has a better idea as he grabs that free leg and also heaves it over the top rope while holding Laba's upper body up, and from upper body to neck he goes with an inverted headlock applied and with The Violent Saint's body now parallel to the canvas, Kennylz lets out an almighty roar of his own before executing an elevated version of his Boston Massacre! The fans pop like crazy, they go apeshit as Kennylz drapes an arm across the chest of the very still Saint and the referee counts, the world just three seconds away from the crowning of a new World Heavyweight Champion;

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It looks like three, it sounds like three and we sure see the referee's hand hit the mat three times but this one's not over, and it's not over because Laba is managed to somehow drape a leg across the bottom rope. Kennylz is in disbelief, he's just shocked as he realizes his mistake in not dragging The Violent Saint away from the ropes to begin with and it's finally been confirmed in his eyes that this World Heavyweight Champion truly is like no competitor he's ever faced before.

Flash: How is this match not over, partner? HOW IS THIS MATCH NOT OVER?!

Leppard: Um... that sand nigger put a boot up on the ropes. What, is this supposed to be so kind of big deal? Do you want me to go put a boot up on the ropes? I could, you know... I really could... though I'm not wea--

Flash: SHUT THE FUCK UP! The resilience of Pat Laba is like nothing I've ever seen before, and the willpower of Erick Kennylz is the first I've seen to actually match The Violent Saint!

The fans are cheering and chanting thunderously for both Laba and Kennylz right now and Royalty in Exile still can't fathom the fact that he hasn't won this match yet. He slowly pushes himself up off the canvas now, needing to drag the dead weight of The Violent Saint up next and the next move of the challenger's appears to be Exile Choke as he slaps on that front facelock but he's a little lazy with it, understandably, considering how fatigued he is and he's then in for perhaps the biggest fright of his life as Laba suddenly explodes out of his grasp with an arm wringer that then leads to a Crisis Faith but his leg gives out once he's got Kennylz almost all the way up which allows Royalty in Exile to land on his feet. The Violent Saint drops to his knees, though as he tries forcing himself back up, he doesn't see anyone in front of him and while his mind screams out at him what is about to happen, while he visualizes the man behind him and what he's about to do, his body can't react fast enough as he's grabbed from behind in an inverted headlock yet again and sure enough, another Boston Massacre is delivered with all the venom left in the challenger. The fans go crazy as Kennylz just barely manages to drag his own body across the torso of Laba and the referee slides in to count and the fans count out loud with him;

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The Violent Saint kicks weakly with one leg and tries raising the same shoulder but it's not enough.

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'Livin' in Exile' hits the speakers and just like that, there is a new man in the throne of VWA, there's a new man to wear the illustrious crown and that man is none other than Royalty in Exile!

Chambers: Here is your winner and The New VWA World Heavyweight Champion... ERICK KENNYLZ!!!

Kennylz rolls off of Laba, looking up at the blinding lights in the rafters of the arena. The fans are on their feet, going absolutely insane with cheers, as a crew members slides The VWA World Heavyweight Championship into Royalty In Exile, and he grabs it with one hand, still in disbelief.

Leppard: ...I don't know whether to be happy... or really annoyed. This was a lose lose situation for me. What the hell is going on with the world, when we can't have someone awesome in the main event?!

Flash: For the love of Christ, Jordan... Erick Kennylz just did something that not a lot of other men have done. He beat The Violent Saint for The VWA World Heavyweight Championship. He just made history!

Leppard: History smistory. I don't care. That street rat doesn't deserve to hold that title! He's a disgrace to it... just like Laba was! SHANE FENIX WAS SCREWED~!

Kennylz sits up, leaning against the ropes as he clutches The VWA World Heavyweight Title, peering down at it with a sense of accomplishment in his eyes. He keep staring at it, almost in disbelief, as the fans in the arena continue to go insane with cheers.

Flash: An amazing display by both men, that's for sure. But tonight... Erick Kennylz was the better man, and he proved just that by walking out with The VWA World Heavyweight Championship.

Leppard: I'm just glad that Kryst is the number one contender to that belt at Pandora's Box, so if Kennylz someone keeps it through Crisis of Faith... we'll have a new Champ on the grandest stage of them all~!

Royalty In Exile rolls out of the ring, still peering down at The VWA World Heavyweight Championship as he does. He nods at it, before hoisting it high above his head, proud of what he's done. Purgatory comes to a close with The New VWA World Heavyweight Champion rounding the ring with his prize.

Biggest Pop:
Erick Kennylz
Shane Lawson
Billy Hush
Mike Omen
Syn Skyler

Biggest Heat:
Krystian Kavella
Steven Sands
Jamie Lockheart
Shane Fenix
Jude Lawson

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Now that it's up, I just want to say a couple of things.

This show is without a doubt the most physically and emotionally draining PPV I think we've ever put up and I'm more than confident in saying, it's one of our best as well.

Despite the size of the Rumble- which is insane, trust me- the rest of the matches were given incredible attention and all turned out amazing. More effort may have gone into this PPV as a whole then ever in the VWA; trust me when I say sacrifices were made to give you this show.

One of the main reasons it's here for you now is the incredible support and above and beyond work of the VWA Brain Trusts newest member in Jesse. Not only did he write his own shit for this show but he selflessly and immediately gave me and Shane all the help in the world with the Rumble. The first half was written by two men but the second was written by three and I have no doubt it was for the better. Jesse impressed the fuck out of me and really is a perfect fit for the Brain Trust I can tell already; I really really look forward to continuing to work with him.

Sadly though with the welcoming of one member comes the farewell of another on it's heels. Pat, you're an incredible match writer and a brilliant RPer, it was a pleasure working with you- our Omen/Laba CoF match will always be one of my favorites- and God knows I can't wait to see what you do with Kryst.

We've got an amazing team with the most talented/driven leader, from the top of the Brain Trust to just our writing team, everyone does their part. Whether it's Rupp taking time from his life to give us a hand or in my opinion the single best RPer today in Rich using his sick and twisted mind to bring a matches brutality to horrifying life; VWA has it all.

And none of it would be possible without the dedicated roster we're graced with.

It truly is the perfect combination of e-fedding and with it all said and done, VWA's future looks brighter than ever.

Just show us you appreciate the work we do.

Please comment on this show

Because this show's how we show our appreciation for all of you.

I will comment on the show in full later today.

But right now I need to say something publicly:

I sincerely apologize for what I did during The Bloodsport Title match.

At the time when the match was announced, I honestly didnt want to fight that match again. Personally, I was over the entire thing and I didnt want to put in that amount of effort because honestly I dont have the time to put in that amount of effort. But I was thinking selfishly because I didnt want the match again. But I should have been thinking about VWA and whats best for this place. And what was best for me to put in effort. I have always put in the effort I do because this place deserves the effort. And with what I did I feel like I didnt do this place enough justice

I know I got a lot of shit for it and I really do apologize. I was ok with it when I did it, but now I just regret it because it made me look like a jackass.

So to Shane, Lepp, Flip, hell to VWA altogether;

I am really sorry.

It was a lapse in judgment that I never should have made in the first place.

So go ahead and say whatever you want to. Say that I wont be a man and stand by what I did. Say that I am just kissing ass. Say that all this is nothing more then trying to save face. I dont care. I know what the truth is and the truth is what I just said.

Thanks for reading. I know I could have done this privately but I figured this is as much a VWA thing then three or more people.