Volatile Wrestling Alliance

[Shane Lawson]

The show opens up backstage on the office of the VWA owner Jude Lawson; there’s a knock at his door and as he opens his mouth to permit or deny entry the door opens anyways and in walks the VWA High Voltage Champion, Steven Sands. Sands has a sly smirk on his face and Jude raises an eyebrow as he sees a man he’s not exactly the closest with in the company.

Jude: Can I help you?

Sands: Actually Jude I was kindof hoping we could help each other.

Jude: I’m listening.

Sands: See, it’s about Jamie.

Jude shakes his head and turns his head back to the paperwork he was focused on before Sands walked into his office

Jude: What is it Steve? You want to know why I brought him back?

Sands: No, I don’t give a shit why you brought him back. Whether it was to make my life a hell, his life a hell, Lawson, Omen’s, Kaji’s, Kennylz’; really Jude I don’t give a fuck what your motives are, all I care about is sending a message to certain ex-best friend of mine.

Jude: And why would I care about helping you do that?

Sands: Ratings.

Up until now Jude hasn’t shown much interest in what Sands has to say but this is the point where his curiosity seemed to be peeked.

Jude: And how do you plan on getting ratings, Steve? If you think I’m giving your title match away for free, you’re out of your fucking mind.

Sands: Of course not, give me some credit Jude. I understand how business works; I understand that since you brought Jamie back he hasn’t won a single match, I understand he lost to your boy Kryst last week and I know he’s going to need a big win under his belt going into this match with me. Which is why I came up with the perfect match for the Baron of Blame come Chaos; something original, something both men have never done before and for two VWA originals... that’s saying a lot.

Jude: Two VWA Originals?

Sands can tell Jude is interested and his smile grows wider as he finishes his pitch.

Sands: The former VWA World Heavyweight Champion, former xXx member, former Misfit of Society, the Baron of Blame himself... one on one with... his former mentor, former VWA World Heavyweight Champion, co-creator of VWA, Mike- Don’t Call Me Messiah- Omen. For the first...time...ever.

Now a wicked smirk spreads across Jude’s face as he nods his head before stopping in mid nod.

Jude: You know, that almost sounds too good for TV...

Sands: Almost?

Jude: Almost.

Sands nods his head pleased to the VWA owner and heads for the exit his parting words.

Sands: Pleasure doing business with you.

The scene fades to the opening of VWA Rapture, with the fans in the arena going insane.



The VWA logo flashes across the screen with black and orange swirls entangling the letters. There are a few seconds of silence and then '30/30-150' by Stone Sour begins to play in the background. Shots of various Rapture superstars scroll across the screen, showing finishers and different moves being performed, before cutting to the arena with thousands upon thousands of screaming fans, all ready for tonight's event. Some signs can be made out from the blurred zooming cameras that are flying over the fans.

"Billy Hush is going to silence Brennan Knight~!"

"I know what Jude's surprise is for Fireson, and I'm not telling!"

"Royalty In Exile > The Violent Saint"

"Please pay attention to my sign before I cry! It's a really good sign, I swear!"

Orange and silver pyro blasts off from the stage, causing the crowd to get even louder with their cheering, as the camera shoots across the fans and down to ringside to show the VWA announce team, Andrew Flash and Jordan Leppard, both ready and waiting to kick off the show.

Flash: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first Rapture after Purgatory! I'm Andrew Flash, this is Jordan Leppard... and we've got one hell of a show in store for you tonight.

Leppard: It's so amazing in fact... that we're getting right into the swing of things with our first match right away! If that's not awesomeness... I don't know what is.

Chambers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The lights in the arena all go out at once, plunging the entire arena in darkness. As the slow opening beats of 'Lunatic Fringe' begin to sound, white lights begin pulsing on the stage with the beats. As the song starts going into the first lyrics, a spotlight shines down onto the stage as Tim Danielson begins to rise up from underneath it. As he completely rises and takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the rampway, he suddenly throws his arms high into the air, causing an explosion of red and white fireworks behind him.

Chambers: Introducing first, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 240 pounds… TIM DANIELSON!!!

Flash: Tim Danielson is one of the new superstars in VWA. Not much is none about him, but from what we've gathered he's got an amateur wrestling background and is part of a tag-team with David Hohler.

Leppard: Yeah but he doesn't have Hohler with him tonight. You saw it last week, this guy got annihilated by Taylor and Venegas and it was only until he let that big retard off the leash that they actually started to get ahead. But guess what? It was all for not.

All the lights in the arena come on now, but beginning alternating between red and blue as Danielson makes his way down the ramp, giving high fives to various fans in the front row. As he reaches ringside, he jogs up the steel steps and enters between the ropes, causing the lights to return to normal. Tim Danielson raises his arms high one more time to cheers before he starts warming up in his corner.

Flash: Well Danielson and Hohler both seem to have bright futures in the tag division, now we get to see if Tim Danielson can hold his own. It'll be a test, no doubt.

Leppard: His opponent is Andrew Southgate, how much of a fucking test can he give? I mean, Danielson is crap, don't get me wrong, but Southgate's no better! If anything, he's worse!

'Man In The Box' begins to play and starts to build through the first ten seconds. While the song moves on, the cameras shift angles and start to pan outwards, showing most of the bottom of the Tron as well as most if not all of the entrance way. Seconds later after this, Andrew makes his way out from the backstage area wearing a long red coat with a silver trim. He stops at the top of the entrance ramp and stands there for a few seconds as he looks out at the crowd at hand. With a smug and disgusted look on his face, he slowly begins to make his way down the entrance ramp and towards the ring. With about 50 some seconds into the song, Andrew then stops at the middle of the entrance ramp.

Chambers: His opponent, from Colorado Springs, Colorado, weighing in at 237 pounds… ANDREW SOUTHGATE!!!

Leppard: I really, really don't want to be here right now. This is going to be the most boring fucking match in the history of this company.

Flash: I disagree Leppard. This is going to be a straight up technical match, and both men have something to prove here.

The cameras shift angles once again and this time they show a more close up shot of him, from about three or four feet away. Andrew just stands there and waits as the music finally builds up to the start of the guitar intro. When it starts, Andrew lowers his head and takes in a deep breath before continuing onto the ring. He then climbs up onto the ring apron and grabs a hold of the top rope as he looks out to the crowd. From there he slowly enters the ring and begins to take off his coat, ready to begin the match at hand.

Flash: And here we go, Andrew Southgate and Tim Danielson; who's gonna move up the ladder first?

Leppard: Do I even need to fucking be here? This is gonna be exhausting...

*DING DING DING*

Southgate and Danielson circle around each other in the middle of the ring. They both lock up in the middle of the ring with the collar and elbow. Danielson is able to get the upperhand and applies an armwrench to Andrew Southgate. Southgate reverses into a hammerlock. Danielson reaches behind his him and flips Soutgate over for a snap mare. Soutgate is up quickly and gets taken down with an armdrag. Danielson waits as Soutgates looks at him from a knee. Southgate nods his head as he gets back up and once again locks up with Tim Danielson. Southgate is able to get an armwrench now. Andrew smirks as he applies more pressure, but Danielson is able to reverse it into yet another wrench of his own. He spins inward, putting even more torque onto the shoulder of Southgate. Danielson hangs onto the arm and then takes Southgate down with an armbar take down. Danielson keeps the pressure on him, trying to lock in a headlock, but Southgate is able to quickly roll to the bottom rope and outside of the ring. Southgate uses this time to assess the situation and recollect himself as Tim Danielson on the inside urges for him to get back in the ring. Andrew Southgate hops up onto the apron and Danielson charges after him. Southgate counters with a knee through the middle rope, and then grabs Danielson by the back of the head and hanging him up on the top rope. Danielson falls down to the canvas and Southgate rolls back in and immediately makes the cover.

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Tim Danielson gets the shoulder up, which doesn't seem to surprise Southgate as he gets back up to his feet and then executes a dropkick to the side of the head. Southgate keeps the pressure on Danielson as he unloads a flurry of punches. The ref tries to get him to stop, but Southgate chases him off. Danielson is starting to stir as he rolls to his hands and knees and Southgate delivers a stiff running kick to the midsection of his opponent. Andrew Southgate looks around the arena and flashes a smirk before the booing crowd.

Flash: Southgate may have the advantage in experience, and right now he's in complete control.

Leppard: Man, how much can one person suck? I mean, to get tooled on by Andrew Southgate? That's pretty low...

Southgate brings Danielson back to his feet and throws him into the corner. He connects with a running clothesline and delivers a hard knee to the gut of Tim Danielson. Southgate readies Danielson and then Irish whips him across the ring and into the corner. Danielson hits and Southgate takes off running before connecting with another big running lariat. Southgate's legs land on the middle rope and he easily swings out onto the apron. Danielson stumbled out of the corner, where Southgate bounces off of the top rope and connects with a big springboard bulldog, driving Danielson into the canvas. Southgate quickly makes the cover.

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Tim Danielson gets the shoulder up. Southgate once again brings Danielson back to his feet where he delivers another knee to the face and then hits the ropes. Southgate looks for a high knee, but Danielson is able to move out of the way, grab Danielson from behind and uses his momentum against as he connects with a big sleeperslam, dropping Southgate to the canvas. Danielson keeps the pressure on Southgate as he hangs on to the sleeper on the canvas. He applies more pressure, trying to cut the blood off from the brain of Andrew Southgate. The crowd cheers Danielson on as he continues to apply more pressure, but somehow Southgate is able to fight out of the hold and get back to a knee. Before Southgate can break the hold, Danielson releases it. Southgate turns around quickly and gets caught and slammed to the mat with an exploder suplex out of nowhere. The crowd cheers as Danielson floats over and hooks the leg.

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Andrew Southgate gets the shoulder up before the count of three. Danielson gets back to his feet and waits for Southgate to do the same. Southgate is up and gets a kick to the gut. Danielson nails a hard knife edged chop to the chest and then sends Southgate into the ropes. Southgate comes back and Danielson spins around and connects with a big back elbow to the face. Southgate drops to the mat and Danielson drops an elbow across the chest of Andrew Southgate. Danielson rolls over and again hooks the leg.

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Still not enough, Southgate gets the shoulder up again and Danielson heads back to his feet. Southgate is back up and Danielson stands behind him. Danielson hooks Southgate from behind and looks for a German Suplex, but Southgate blocks it and instead counters with a snapmare take over. Without hesitating, Southgate rushes past the sitting Danielson and connects with another big dropkick to the face. Andrew Southgate resumes control of this match as Danielson rolls underneath the bottom rope and to the outside. Danielson looks to take a second to recollect himself, but Southgate doesn't give him a second to spare as he jumps over the top rope and connects with a big cross body down to the floor!

Flash: Impressive cross body from Andrew Southgate, further cementing himself in the driver's seat of this match.

Leppard: I don't fucking care! This is ridiculous! I don't give a shit about anyone in that ring! This sucks!

Southgate rolls off of Danielson and gets to a knee. He flashes a quick smirk as he helps Danielson back to his feet and leads him by the hair over to the ring post. Southgate spins around to get momentum and then throws Danielson shoulder first into the ring post. Danielson hits the post hard and Southgate again smirks as he takes the weakened arm and then wraps it around the steel ring post. He does it once more and Danielson drops to his knee, holding his hurt shoulder. Andrew Southgate helps him back up again and rolls him underneath the bottom rope. Danielson is still favoring the arm as he tries to get back up using the ropes. Southgate can smell blood in the water as Tim Danielson continues to favor his right shoulder. Southgate leans Danielson up against the ropes and delivers a hard knife edged chop to the chest. Southgate takes Danielson's arm and places it over the top rope and then pulls his hand through the middle rope, practically tying the injured arm of Tim Danielson into the rope and causing great pain. The ref counts.

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Southgate releases just before the ref counts 5, and Danielson takes his arm out from the ropes and stumbles back towards Southgate, who promptly takes him down with single arm DDT. Southgate smirks as Danielson clutches at his injured shoulder. Southgate heads back to his feet and pulls Danielson back up with him. Southgate tosses Danielson into the ropes and then gets taken up and over with a back body drop. Danielson hits the canvas hard and gets back to his feet where he's met with a big kick to the gut. Southgate locks Tim Danielson in a hammerlock. He smirks as he tosses him through the middle turnbuckle and Tim crashes shoulder first into the steel ring post. Danielson lets out a cry of pain as Southgate rolls him up on a school boy for the cover.

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No! Tim Danielson somehow gets the shoulder up, the good one anyway. Southgate is a little shocked, he thought for sure that was it. Andrew Southgate's anger turns to a smile as he gets back up. He looks around at the crowd and nods as he drags his thumb across his throat, calling for the end. Tim Danielson uses the ropes for leverage as he pulls himself back up and turns around to face Andrew. Southgate delivers a kick to the gut and then locks Danielson in a cravate, looking to put him away with the Crim Cutter! The crowd boos as Southgate gets ready to put him away, but Danielson breaks free and shoves Southgate into the ropes. Southgate comes back with a clothesline, Danielson ducks and takes him up and over with the DanielSlam out of nowhere! The crowd pops loudly as Danielson floats over and makes the cover.

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'Lunatic Fringe' hits again and the crowd cheers loudly as Danielson gets back to his feet.

Chambers: Here is your winner... TIM DANIELSON!!!

The ref raises the arm of Tim Danielson, who's still feeling the effects of Southgate's shoulder assault. Tim Danielson looks down at Southgate and smiles. Andrew Southgate is still out of it from the DanielSlam as Tim Danielson rolls out of the ring.

Flash: That DanielSlam came out of nowhere! Southgate seemed to have that match won, but that move, at the right time, changed the entire outcome of this contest. Impressive victory by Tim Danielson.

Leppard: Yeah. He beat Andrew Southgate. Ready the fucking confetti and parades.

Danielson circles around the ring, making sure to slap hands with every fan in the front row. Tim Danielson continues to celebrate his hard victory as Rapture cuts to Brennan Knight in the back, with a smirk on his face. He wastes no time speaking.

Brennan: Today is the exact opposite of every other day in my life. For the first time in my existence I awoke with an absolute crystal clear sense of purpose and meaning. There’s nothing like coming so close to death and escaping to give you a new appreciation for life. The air smells fresher. Food tastes better. And everything seems to finally make sense. It’s as if my eyes have been opened, and my path finally revealed to me. All the bullshit that I’ve seen and dealt with finally makes sense.

At Purgatory, I cemented myself in the minds of millions as a terrifying personification of all the rotten shit that festers in this world. Like a cancerous tumor, I have latched upon the brains of every single person glued to their televisions and computer screens across the world. They jubilantly watched as I nearly killed another man on live television. I bashed his head in with a chair and they cheered me for it. Was it because they hate Travis Daniels so much that they wished for his demise? Or is it because I have infected them, warped them, and twisted them into little puppets who dance as my fingers pull the strings?

I’m not a man. Not anymore. I’m a force of nature. I choke and suffocate all that I touch. My intentions spread like a fatal virus, blanketing the world in a shroud of endless despair and death.

You see this, and maybe you laugh. Maybe you roll your eyes or shake your head and move on with a click of the mouse. It’s just wrestling. It’s all fake. It’s all an act. I’m just another one of those characters who go on television and scream “What about me?” Keep thinking that. Because while you sit delusional and ignorant to what really is going on, I’m putting all your heroes through a grinder. I’m taking every good thing you know in this world and crushing with a smile.

In order for change to take place, there must be sacrifices. At Purgatory, Travis Daniels and Blake Mason. This week, Billy Hush. It falls on me to make you remember. It falls on me to bring you out of the dark.

To show you the light.

To silence you, Hush.

Forever.

Brennan looks into the camera with a confident grin on his face. The fans in the arena aren't very big fans of his words, as their mixed reaction is the last thing heard before the scene cuts to commercial.

[Shane Lawson]

'Scream, Aim, Fire' plays through the arena, boos quickly filling the arena, almost drowning out the music. A few seconds later, VWA Tag Team Champions; Jason Taylor & Hector Venegas step out from behind the curtain. They've got the VWA Tag Titles on their shoulders, both of them carrying their own microphone. Both of them slide into the ring, getting to their feet and looking around the arena. Jason paces around in the center of the ring a couple of times, waiting for the boos of the crowd to die down, but the fans don't seem to intend on letting him speak.

Jason: Shhh...The greatest tag team in wrestling history, has something important to say.

The boos keep coming, they hope Taylor will take the hint and leave..But he doesn't.

Taylor: Last week on Chaos, two men decided that they were going to try and make names for themselves. They decided to challenge us for the VWA Tag Team Championships, trying to convince everyone that if we don't accept the challenge that we're cowards. For those of you that don't remember, or simply missed that part of the show...Those two men are Odin Knyght and his new tag team partner Christian Spade. Well, Hector and I have been thinking about it, we've been trying to decide if we should accept the challenge or not, and tonight? We have an answer for the both of you, that answer...is no. Now before you run around, screaming that you were right I'm going to tell you why we're not accepting your challenge. It's because this isn't HVW, people aren't just handed shit here, you think because you were once before, it would happen again? No, the current champions are better that the Misfits of Society, better than the Paragons and more importantly? We're better than both of you. You don't deserve to just randomly announce your a team, and get a shot at these belts? You both had shots at these belts before, both times you managed to fuck them up. You've both been handed that one opportunity, you failed to capitalize on it.

Venegas: Is that any surprise? This company takes talent to become a champion, rather than having friends in the right places. You don't become a champion in VWA by being buddies with Jude, I'm sure he hated it when he saw us become VWA Tag Team Champions. We were the champs from ECW, we weren't supposed to be better than the VWA Tag Team Champions...But we were, we destroyed the Paragons and every team since then. As for you Spade, you want to go on about how Total Intensity were only defeated by the Misfits of Society? Clearly, you're suffering from a bit of memory loss there, so let me remind you of something. When you and your old partner came into ECW, you went on and on about how you were undefeated...Then we beat you, I guess you forgot that, didn't you Christian? You went into ECW, you lost two straight matches, you came into VWA, lost one match and ran away from this company. There's only one promotion you've been able to have any sort of undefeated record in, and that's one that is now dead. I mean, anyone can have a undefeated record in a company where the talent has left.

Jason and Hector both have arrogant smirks on their faces. Amused that Odin and Spade really thought they would get a match that easily.

Taylor: You want to know what the joke is around here Odin? It's not our reign as a VWA Tag Team Champions, it's you. You and your little addiction is just a joke, no company should even employ you these days. I mean, how much longer until you fail to make it to a show, only to find out a few days later you've killed your family and offed yourself. You're nothing more than a liablity to VWA, letting a fucking junkie challenge for these belts would only be a disgrace to them. Are you hoping that the pills might help you not be the most boring man on the planet? Are you doing it because you saw it on TV, thought it made you cool? Odin, I left HVW not because I was scared of you, I left HVW because it didn't deserve my talent. It deserves to employ over the hill addicts like yourself. It deserves to hire second rate athletes like Christian Spade. It deserves to house cowards like Dustin Diablo. What it doesn't deserve, are wrestlers that are the best in the world, HVW is not the elite, VWA is. Tell me Odin, how long have you been in this company? It's coming up on a year, isn't it? Almost a year in VWA, how many championships have you held in this company? I'm sure even you, no matter how strung out you are can count that high, zero isn't a very big number. You both want to speak the truth? You two can start by admitting that you don't belong to be in that ring with the VWA Tag Team Champions. You can start by the truth that you're refusing to accept right now, accept that you're not in our league, try and earn yourselves a shot at these belts. If it comes to a point where you become contenders for these belts, not because you asked or politicked for them...But because you won your matches, you earned a shot? Hector and I will be more than ready to step into this ring, where we'll show you just how dominating of a team we are.

Venegas: You two have had your past partners, looking at them it's obvious where your team is headed now. Odin, you were dropped by your partner because he got sick and tired of carrying you. Christian? You dropped your partner because you were tired of carrying him, your combination is going to crumble down around itself soon enough. What stands in the ring now, is a team that doesn't need to one-up each other, a team where no one thinks one is carrying the other. You're looking at a real cohesive unit, something you two simply won't be able defeat.

Hector and Jason take a couple of steps towards the ropes...But Jason suddenly stops, backing up a bit and standing in the center of the ring.

Taylor: I forgot, there's one more thing. I want to issue a challenge of my own tonight, that challenge is to someone on the HVW roster. Odin and I'm sure others think that I fear this man...Dustin Diablo, if you want to face me like a man, if you're ready to face your fears and take on the greatest professional wrestler in the world...I'm right here.

Jason laughs as he now heads towards the ropes, exiting the ring as 'Scream, Aim, Fire' plays through the arena once more.

Flash: Thank god they're gone, it was getting hard to breathe with all that ego.

Leppard: I think Jason hates us....Why would he try and bait Dustin Diablo into coming here?! We already have Odin Knyght, we don't need another talentless hack!

Flash: Jason making a point there...I have a feeling we won't see Diablo accept, which is only going to pad his ego further.

Leppard: Good, the less Diablo in my life, the better.

Flash: Well, at least I won't have to listen to you bitch about him, since he won't show up. Anyway, next up we've got our second match of the night, both women coming off losses that they're looking to come back from.

Chambers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

'Domination' begins to play through the arena, with causes the lights to quickly flash between various colors. Jiera comes out from behind the curtain, her head bobbing slightly with the music. She stands at the top of the ramp, jumping up and down a couple of times, clearly fired up for tonights match. She stands on the top of the ramp for a second longer, the usual sneer on her face as her eyes survey the arena. Jiera then suddenly breaks out into a run, charging down the ramp and sliding into the ring under the bottom rope.

Chambers: Introducing first, from Montpelier, Vermont, weighing in at 184 pounds... JIERA BAYHA!!!

Jiera jumps back up to her feet, the various colored lights flashing down over the ring. Jiera paces back and forth in the center of the ring, clearly wanting the match to begin already. Her eyes are set on the ramp, awaiting the arrival of her opponent. Soon the sounds of 'Domination' fade away, the lights return to normal. The arena stays like that for a few moments, then the sounds of 'I Get Off' begin to play, Jiera showing no expression on her face as it does.

Flash: I get the feeling that this is going to be a bad night for Shirlea Fresh, Jiera looks more determined than I think I've ever seen her.

Leppard: But she wins Flashy, didn't you get that memo? I mean, she made that clear.

Flash: Saying something doesn't make it true.

Leppard: Have you seen this woman? A woman that looks like her doesn't lie.

Shirlea Fresh steps out onto the stage now, standing right in the center and planting her feet. She dips low, suddenly coming back up and flipping her hair back, standing on the stage with a smirk. Silver sparks falling behind her as she does, she bounces up and down a couple of times at the top of the ramp. Letting the music play around, Jiera is now in her corner watching the display of Fresh. Shirlea then begins to jog down the ramp, finally making her way to the ring.

Chambers: Introducing her opponent, from New York, New York, weighing in at 135 pounds... SHIRLEA FRESH!!!

Shirlea slides into the ring, laying on the mat for a moment before she kips up to her feet. Shirlea shoots Jiera a smug grin before she heads towards a corner, jumping onto the second rope. Shirlea bends down, her long blond hair hanging down and covering her face as she does, she then flips her hair back, bringing both her arms into the air. She stands there for a moment, simply taking in the reaction with a smirk on her face. She then jumps off the second turnbuckle, turning to face Jiera and bouncing on her toes, waiting for the bell as her theme begins to fade.

*DING DING DING*

Jiera and Shirlea lock up right away, Fresh unable to take control over the experienced veteran in Jiera. Jiera wrings the arm of Fresh twice, then driving the point of her elbow right into the back of Shirlea's head! Shirlea falls to her hands and knees, one hand lifting off the mat, holding the back of her head. Jiera kicks Fresh in the ribcage, flipping her over onto her back. Bayha then grabs an arm of Fresh, pushing it down against the canvas before stomping on the side of her elbow! Jiera stands over Shirlea, who has rolled back over onto her stomach and is clutching her arm. Jiera reaches down, grabbing a handful of Shirelea's hair as she begins to pull her back up to her feet. Fresh suddenly fires an elbow to the jaw, sending Jiera reeling back a couple of steps. Fresh then pushes Jiera against the ropes, whipping her across the ring and waiting for her to rebound off the ropes. Fresh suddenly leaps into the air, both feet being driven into the chest of Jiera with a dropkick! Shirlea gets back to her feet quickly, as does Jiera who seems more annoyed than anything else about getting caught with the dropkick. Shirlea fires a couple of hard forearms to the face, Fresh then snapmares Jiera down to the canvas, running across the ring and bouncing off the ropes. Fresh comes running back, driving her feet into the face of Jiera with a low dropkick! Fresh gets back to her feet, flipping her hair back and holding her arms up once again.

Flash: Shirlea certainly has confidence, but if she thinks she's got Jiera beat...Well, I get the feeling she'll be in for a rude awakening.

Leppard: Look at her Flashy, she's like an angel...

Flash: Not exactly the words that come to mind when I think of her...But ok.

Leppard: Yeah, you wouldn't think of those things, because you're an asshole.

Flash: Me!? You're calling me an asshole, you of all pe-sigh-...Whatever.

Shirlea heads towards the corner, jumping onto the second rope and leaping back off with a moonsault, one that connects perfectly! Shirlea hooks the leg as she goes for a pin, a smirk on her face as she does.

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Jiera kicks out, unexpectedly for the fans but Shirlea still looks rather annoyed. She pulls Jiera up to her feet, whipping her into a corner, then charging at her and driving her shoulder right into Jiera's midsection! Jiera doubles over, Shirela picking her up and then setting her on the top rope. Fresh then takes a couple of steps back, only to get a running start back at her. Shirlea grabs onto the bottom rope as she swings her legs up into the air, wrapping around Jiera's neck. Shirlea then goes to pull Bayha off the top rope, but Jiera's got a grip on the top rope and Shirlea slams into the canvas chest first! Shirlea gets to her feet, only to have Jiera leap off the top rope and send her crashing down to the canvas with a diving hurricanrana! Shirlea gets to her feet, off balance as Jiera catches her off guard. Jiera runs at Fresh, who fires a roundhouse kick in an attempt to put a hault to Jiera's attempt at a comeback, but Jiera ducks! Jiera sweeps the other leg of Fresh with her hand, sending her chest first to the canvas for a second time. Jiera now grabs the arms of Fresh, pulling her upper body up and placing her boot on the back of her head. Jiera then pushes down with her foot, releasing the arms of Fresh and driving her down face first with a curb stomp! Shirlea rolls across the canvas in pain, holding her jaw as she sits up in a corner. Jiera grabs Fresh by the hair, crouching down and snarling just two words to her opponents, one of those words is one that has haunted her far too long. "Almost, bitch." Then spitting in the face of Fresh, which just causes Jiera to back up with a smirk on her face. Jiera then runs across the ring, rebounding back and hitting Fresh with a running facewash! Jiera nearly manages to take the face of Shirela right off, her upper body rests between the ropes as Jiera backs away. Fresh looks dazed from the blow, something Jiera picks up on because she pulls Shirlea back up to her feet and hitting her with a stiff right hand to the jaw. Fresh is rocked by the right hand, Jiera then hits a kick to the midsection and follows up with a DDT! Jiera sits up, taking in the fact that Fresh might be beaten already before rolling her over and going for her first pinfall of the match.

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Shirlea kicks out! Jiera smirks at the kick out, shaking her head at the fact her opponent wants this to continue.

Flash: Jiera taking control again here, hitting a couple of big moves in the process!

Leppard: How can you be excited?! She may have damaged Shirela's face!

Flash: I think it's called trying to win, believe it or not, people do try to do that around here.

Leppard: What about what I want, huh?! I want a roster of really hot women, that dream is ruined if Jiera rearranges Shirlea's face with moves like that!

Jiera pulls Shirela back up to her feet, sending her into a corner but Shirlea reverses! Shirela stands there for a moment as Jiera's back hits the turnbuckles, Fresh holds her jaw, clearly feeling the effects of Jiera's moves. Fresh then runs at Jiera, looking for a shoulder to the midsection but Jiera leapfrogs it! She lands on Shirelea's back, pulling her upper body over the top rope, grabbing the legs of Fres and pulling them through the ropes, locking in the tarantula! Shirlea cries out in pain as Jiera applies pressure, the ref is there however to warn Jiera about the illegal hold. A five count begins, Jiera is forced to break the hold or be disqualified.

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Jiera lets go at the last second, sliding out onto the apron as Fresh favors her back. Shirlea tries to get to her feet quickly, as she does however Jiera jumps up onto the top rope. She springboards off, hitting Fresh with a hard clothesline! Shirlea hits the mat, Jiera kneeling next to her. Jiera goes for a cover, driving her forearm into the face of Fresh.

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Jiera breaks her own pin! The ref looks confused, Jiera simply shaking her head, not satisfied yet. Jiera pulls Shirlea towards a corner, exiting the ring before pulling her closer, so that the ring post is between her legs. Jiera then wraps the right leg of Fresh around the ring post! Shirlea lets out another cry of pain, trying to hold her leg, but Jiera slams it against the post again! Jiera repeats the process three more times after that, as she lets go of the leg, Fresh tries to crawl across the ring. She seeks safety in getting some distance from Jiera, but she's getting back into the ring and Fresh doesn't have much time to try and recover. Jiera grabs Fresh's right leg, dropping an elbow right into the side of her right leg! Jiera keeps Fresh's leg pressed against the mat, stomping on the knee of Fresh! Jiera stands back, watching Fresh clutch her right knee in pain. It seems to almost bring a bit more satisfaction to the face of Jiera, but she then pulls Fresh up again, locking her in a dragon sleeper! Shirlea tries to free herself from the hold, but Jiera seems intent on choking the life out of Fresh. Or at least, it seems that way before Jiera begins to lead Fresh towards the ropes. Jiera then hoists Fresh up, hitting a reverse suplex that drops Shirlea midsection first on the top rope!

Flash: Jiera getting a little creative there with her offense, she's looking to make a point here tonight.

Leppard: Is the point that's she's a fucking psycho?! She's made her point then, now call her off!

Flash: I don't have the ability to do that.

Leppard: Well, find someone who does!

Jiera pulls Fresh across the top rope, laying her across the top turnbuckle and then climbing up onto the second one. Jiera drives her fist down into the back of Shirlea's head a couple of times, she tries to cover up but fails to do so for any of the blows. Jiera then hooks an arm between the legs of Fresh, the other sliding down under her shoulder. Jiera then jumps back off the second rope, throwing Fresh across the ring with an inverted fallaway slam! Fresh hits the canvas hard, bouncing off and holding her midsection, the wind being knocked right out of her. Jiera punches the canvas a couple of times, stalking Shirlea from a distance. Fresh begins trying to get up, but Jiera charges forward, stepping up onto the knee then driving her boot right into the side of Shirlea's skull! Fresh hits the canvas, Jiera with a smirk on her face as she goes for the cover.

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Chambers: Here is your winner... JIERA BAYHA!!!

'Domination' plays once more as Jiera gets to her feet, raising her arms in victory. She looks down at Shirlea, shaking her head as she mutters her final words about her opponent, just loud enough for the camera to hear. "Fucking pathetic."

Flash: Jiera with a dominating win over Shirlea Fresh here tonight.

Leppard: I don't think Shirlea deserved it, not even a little bit...

Flash: You would say that, Jiera wanted to make a point here tonight and I think she did just that.

Jiera exits the ring, heading back up the ramp as the scene cuts away to a commercial.

[Shane Lawson]

The scene opens up backstage on the battered and bruised face of Billy Hush as he sits on the bench of his lockerroom, preparing mentally for the match at hand.

Hush: It’s about survival, that’s what it’s always been about, it’s what this business is based on; people even go so far as to say that it’s the meaning of life. It’s a rat-race and that’s the way we’ve all chosen to live our lives; animals battling it out for the last scrap of meat we can tear off our latest victims carcass. Brennan Knight wants to make me his victim, he doesn’t think that I can survive whatever fucked-up state of mind he brings to this game... maybe he wasn’t watching while I nearly crippled a man that’s been like a brother to me. Maybe he’ll pay better attention tonight when it’s his legs that I’m wrapping around ringpost, when it’s his screams of pain that just feed into hunger for survival.

The screaming means it’s working; every bit of pain that I caused James brought me one step closer to having my hand raised and frankly it’s been entirely too long since that happened, since I was able to call myself a victor, let alone a Champion. You’ve got that feeling right now, Brennan, that’s what’s driving you; like Erick Kennylz you’re an animal with something to defend but tonight you’re coming up against a man that’s designed to survive. You’re coming up against a man who knows nothing else but clawing and tearing and forcing his way to the next step he needs to take and if that involves crippling those in my way then their agony will surely be that of the Deafening.

You don’t get a free pass from that pain, Brennan; your film class degreee and arthouse pompousry aren’t going to get you past the Silencer. When it comes down to you, me and survival, all your words aren’t worth the shit that they’re written on because talking isn’t going to tear me down. Your words can’t cripple me, they can’t bring tears to my eyes, they can’t make me submit or put me down on the mat for a three count; your words aren’t going to earn you anything but a larger cheque that your ass can’t afford to cash.

You have yet to be tested, you have yet to experience what it’s like to truly be a Champion; Travis Daniels and Blake Mason are not and never will be benchmarks for the elite of this industry. They’re janitors, not gatekeepers and in my hands I hold the key to success; success over you and anyone else that comes across my path inside that ring because right now in order for me to survive..

Failure is not an option and as you’re about to discover Silence, is golden.

Hush smirks as the scene fades out to a Chaos commercial and the fans in the arena can be heard going crazy.



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.

Flash: So, we finally get to see Alex Ortega in singles action against one half of the tag team champions in Jason Taylor.

Leppard: This pompous ass gets to fight against a championship ass- it's perfect!

Flash: I take it you don't have a pick?

Leppard: Pssh. Jason Taylor all the way- he's the one here who can back up what he says. I mean, did you see his performance in the rumble? I mean, did you? DID YOU!?

Flash: Yeah, yeah... I did. Calm down...

Chambers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

'Suicide & Redemption' begins to play through the arena, as Jason steps out he's met by a few boos from the crowd, not approving of Jason Taylor at all. He lowers his sunglasses slightly to look around at the people before setting them comfortably back on his face before he begins his walk down the ramp. He pats the belt around his waist as he sneers. There's no fancy pyro and he doesn't play to the crowd, he's better than them and doesn't need to do so. He slides into the ring and removes his sunglasses, he holds his arms out in the center of the ring, the attention of the fans on him and he's loving it.

Chambers: introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is one half of The VWA Tag Team Champions... JASON TAYLOR!!!

Flash: He looks a bit more agitated than usual.

Leppard: Eh... maybe it has something to do with the loudspoken Ortega not having shit to say to him leading up to this. I don't think he's mad- he's just focused on kickin' Ortega's ass.

The lights in the arena go black, and the patented sunrise begins to show on the huge screen displayed in the arena. While the sun is rising, "Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria begins to spill out its opening guitar rift. When the rift gets to the point of exploding, the sun finally comes to it's apex, and the lights flash red and gold, along with a huge pyro explosion from the ring posts, and the entrance ramp. Alex Ortega steps out onto the top of the entrance ramp, the normal arrogant smirk on his face. He walks slowly down the ramp while the fans shower him with boos and cheers, until he finally makes it to the steel steps leading into the ring. He walks along them, and onto the ring's apron, and flips himself into the ring. Ortega walks to the furthest turnbuckle, climbing it, and holds both of his arms in the air while the fans still shower him with more boos and jeers.

Chambers:His opponent, from Pheonix, Arizona, weighing in at 231 pounds, The Visionary... ALEX ORTEGA!!!

As Alex drops down from the turnbuckle, Jason Taylor bullrushes him and takes him down Double Leg style.

*DING DING DING*

The ref calls for the bell as Taylor mounts Alex and throws punch after punch as Alex tries to cover up. The referee pulls Jason off to prevent the immediate DQ.

Leppard: I told you- Taylor is going right at him!

Flash: I still say he just looks pissed...

Ortega rises up and runs at Taylor who ducks an attempt at a lariat. As Ortega turns back around, Jason does a half spin and blasts him with a Back Fist. Ortega doubles over, clutching his jaw. Jason takes off into the ropes and comes back with a big Knee Lift, knocking Ortega back onto his back. Still pseudo fresh, ortega gets to his feet quick, albeit woozy. Taylor runs up to him and leaps into the air, blasting him with a Calf Kick. Taylor quickly gets up and turns his back to Ortega before performing a picture perfect Moonsault onto Ortega's chest. He goes to hook the leg, but Ortega kicks out immediatly. Taylor locks his leg around one of his arms and tries to control the other, preparing for an assault, but Ortega struggles and gets his feet to the ropes. Taylor is forced to relinquish the hold.

Leppard: Oooo... he was about to blast Ortega into next Tuesday, then Thursday, then December.

Flash: You make no sense sometimes.

Leppard: It means he was gonna... a forget it. You could never understand intellect of this megatude.

Flash: I think the word you wanted was Magnitude...

Taylor starts to help Ortega up, who rakes the eyes of his assailant. He then grabs him around the waist, spins and throws him with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Taylor lands clear on the other side of the ring and rolls under the ropes to the apron. Ortega pops up, clutching his head. He turns and climbs the ropes, mocking the crowd with his power. Taylor climbs up to his feet and leaps up to the top rope. At the same time, Ortega turns his attention back to the ring, only to see Jason fly through the air and drop him with a Springboard Clothesline. Ortega rolls head over heals and tries to get immediately again, but once again eats a big kick- this time Taylor's patented 360 Heel Kick. Ortega turns and falls face first onto the ground. Jason mounts him from above and brings knee after knee down onto the top and back of Ortega's head.

Flash: Yeah, he's pissed- he is just beating Ortega into submission.

Leppard: Remind you of someone else awesome?

Flash: Unfortunately... it is rather-

Leppard: SAY IT! Kryst-like.

Jason pins a 180 on Ortega's back and grabs him in a Double Chickenwing. He then rolls to the side and pulls Ortega up into a seated position while locking his leg around the right arm. Keeping the other Chickenwing locked, Taylor begins raining elbow after elbow into Ortega's neck, head and face. Ortega fights at first, but slowly goes limp as Taylor just keeps beating on Ortega's face.

Flash: Normally Jason uses this to set up something big- but he's just turning Ortega's face into hamburger meat!

Leppard: I know- poetry in motion.

The referee rushes in and pulls Jason's arm from Ortega's now bruised and cut face. The referee waves his arms and rings the bell. Taylor lets Ortega go limp as he stands up.

Chambers: Here is your winner... JASON TAYLOR!!!

Flash: There has to be something else going on here... Taylor has just gone beserk on Ortega...

Leppard: Well... apparently he takes offense to being ignored, especially from some new guy who thinks he's hot shit.

Flash: Well, if he was wanting to send a message... message received.

The unmistakable pulse of 'Keeps Gettin' Better' brings the crowd to its feet in an explosive show of support for the newly crowned Women's champion, not even letting the tempo pick up leading into the first verse. No pyro this time, no flashing lights, no, this is going to be a very simple entrace, even if poo Tamzin does have to somehow make herself heard.

Chambers: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the new VWA Women's Champion...Syn Skyler!

Syn steps out of the back, all smiles, her hard won title draped over her right shoulder. The cast, well, it's been replaced, obviously, traded up from blood stained and battered to new and purple. She pauses briefly on the stage, dipping her head in a nod to the fans before starting her walk to the ring, stopping occasionally so that supportive fans can scrawl signatures on the cast. Reaching the ring she makes use of the steps before stepping through the ropes and taking a perched seat on the top turnbuckle in a corner, shifting the title to her lap as she accepts the offered microphone from Tamzin.

Syn: Thank you, thank you all, so much. I can't begin to tell you how much your support means to me. It's been a hell of a long road hasn't it? Full of ups and downs, desperation, frustration, and bitter disappointment but you stayed with me every step of the way. No matter how hard I fell, or how far, you were right there give me a hand back up. So, in a way, this title, it's as much yours, as it is mine.

For a moment, she's drowned out, the crowd being more than just a little vocal in their appreciation. A fact which brings a smile to the brunette's lips.

Syn: I'm not going to sit here and tell you wall that I'm going to be the greatest Women's champion you've ever seen, because I don't know that I will be. There are a lot of women who have held this title that were more charismatic and influential than I can ever even dream of being. I won't sit here and fill your heads with grand claims of how I'm going to outshine them, because they earned their places and I would never try to take that away from them. All I can promise is to do my best to represent this division, this title, this company...and all of you. There are a lot of women for whom this title is nothing more than a trophy, another accessory, just another accolade to add to their list. For me, it represents so much more, it's a responsibility, and opportunity, and an honor. This title, represents everything that I've aspired to, everything that I've ever hoped to become. I'm not going to let myself get starstruck, I'm still the same person I was before winning the title, and I'll the be the same person when I eventually lose it. We've seen some dark days haven't we? We endured a champion who was barely worthy to step into the ring, let alone bear the responsibility of being a champion, because let's face it, it is a responsibility.

As champion, it's our responsibility to lead by example, it's our responsibility to make sure that our actions are beyond reproach. This title, comes with a weight beyond just metal and leather, I know that, I know that every action of mine from the moment it become mine, to the moment it becomes someone else's reflects not just on myself but on the title, and the division on a whole. I don't know that I can live up to all your expectations...but I know I'm willing to try. Because I remember what it was like to sit there where you are now and dream. I'm not going to take up any more of your time with grand speeches. You all know who I am, what I stand for, and what this title means to me, you don't need for me to tell you. I just wanted to take a minute, and thank you all, personally, for keeping the faith. It's only going to keep getting better from here.

Syn flashes a smile and tosses the microphone back to Tamzin as she hops down off the turnbuckle, sliding out of the ring to head back up the ramp.

[Shane Lawson]

The scene opens up backstage on Hamilton King’s large african american form standing with his arms crossed in front of the wall; he’s dressed in the same thing from his first promo and behind him can be seen the unmistakable ring gear of Paige Michaels. Hamilton has a mic in his hand and he brings it up to his barely parting lips to speak coldly into it.

King: Miss Michaels would like to make it very clear that she’s here tonight under protest and if it were up to her would be off healing from the injuries suffered at the illegal assault of the current embarrassment holding her VWA Women’s Championship. Although she underwent criticism for her concise words on the subject of her upcoming match she feels she has nothing to prove to any of you; she was the greatest Champion this sport has ever seen and every single one of you should feel graced to even be alive during her reign. Her Championship reign was a gift to each and every one of you that not a single one of you insufferable Imperfects could fin the intelligence to understand. She spoke the truth of her Perfection and you all discounted it as ego; you tossed away her pearls of wisdom and instead chose to wear necklaces of ignorance instead. Whether it be the fans, management or the so-called wrestlers that this farce of a women’s division has to offer she feels she has nothing left to say to any of you; she’s done with each and every single one of you; you’ve wasted enough of her precious time and now she simply has to fulfill her contract to be free of your torturous stupidity. Soon enough, she’ll no longer have to withstand the suffering that comes along with socializing with you human-mistakes and lowering herself to trade barbs with such pathetic-

What the fuck is that on your face?

Paige’s partner for the night, Amy Chastaine walks up from the side and does a horrible job hiding her judgmental snicker at what she sees. Hamilton shoots Paige’s partner a harsh look as Perfection Personified can practically be heard seething from behind her large liaison. Movement can be seen behind Hamilton and he tilts his head to the side, nod even nodding before opening his mouth once more and taking the direction from the microphone and back to Chastaine.

King: Miss Michaels says she could say the same thing to you.

Chastaine rolls her eyes and shakes her head at the comeback of the woman that went from being in everyone’s face to hiding behind a hired gun.

Amy: Cute. Just tell her to be ready for the match. Unlike her, I don’t enjoy losing.

Chastaine walks off and Hamilton keeps his eyes glued to her, burning a hole in her almost for Paige who stays behind him as the scene fades back to ringside.

Flash: Hamilton- err Paige’s speech being interrupted by her tag team partner, Amy Chastaine and call me crazy but they didn’t look too chummy.

Leppard: Well I couldn’t see her behind Hamilton but I’m sure Paige was HOT as per usual.

Chambers: The following women’s tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!

The fans are hushed until ‘(S)aint’ hits and then the boos begin as they expect Perfection Personified herself to step out onto the ramp. However they’re first treated to the large form of Hamilton King walking out onto the ramp with Paige Michaels following immediately behind him, hidden behind her liaison on her way to the top of the ramp.

Chambers: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 125 pounds, Perfection Personified... PAIGE MICHAELS!!!

The fans harrass Paige who can be seen shaking her head and screaming obscenities from behind Hamilton on the way down the ramp. When they reach ringside Hamilton sets off for the steps and Paige follows behind immediately; Hamilton breaks forward and holds the ropes, exposing the former VWA Women’s Champion, dressed in her usual ring gear except with a protective metal mask over her face, with bandages popping out from behind in the area of her broken nose. The fans laugh and boo as Paige steps into the ring an doesn’t even bother taunting the fans, glaring at the ramp as Hamilton drops to the floor.

Flash: Well... I can see why she was hiding behind Hamilton. She looks fucking ridiculous! Leave it to Paige Michaels to seek plastic surgery though the second her face gets hurt.

Leppard: IT WAS PERFECTION FLASHY! The crime is that this damn company won’t give her leave for plastic surgery. I’ve got the inside scoop and she’s going to be ten times as Perfect when she heals! MARK MY WORDS!

’Hell and Consequences’ takes over Paige’s music and the boos continue as Amy Chastaine walks out onto the ramp, shaking her head at her tag team partner in the ring and the thousands of booing fans all around her. She knows it isn’t their fault that they’re too ignorant to appreciate her greatness but she also knows it isn’t her fault that she’s so much better than they all are and her face says it loud and clear.

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

At the mere mention of his name the crowd gets louder with their boos and Amy just continues to shake her head as she makes her way down the ramp, mocking the hateful fans as they try and take her down a peg. Obviously it isn’t working and Chastaine lets them know that from the size of her growing smile as she climbs onto the apron and through the ropes. She climbs to the top rope and continues to taunt the fans before dropping down and shooting her partner a questioning look, clearly designed to find out where her heads at; when she doesn’t get a serious answer she just laughs and shakes her head at the joke Paige has become.

Leppard: Chastaine is definitely going to look to shine tonight Flashy; the Champion and Contender on the other side of the ring, she needs to turn heads in this match.

Flash: She’s an impressive talent but what she needs is that big win to push herself over to the caliber of these three other competitors. RIght now she’s odd-woman out and I think she knows it, I think she hates it and I think she’s going to kill that fact tonight, win or lose.

The fans boos are hushed and change immediately the second that they hear the music of the VWA Women’s Champion; ‘Keeps Getting Better’ sounds off the crowd goes absolutely insane as the one-armed Syn Skyler runs out onto the stage. Syn turns around and waves her arm, signalling immediately as the Number One Contender to her VWA Women’s Championship comes out onto stage next to her and the cheers of the fans double. The two give the other a look of unity and then shoot a glance to the divided team in the ring; a fact that forces them to crack smiles of confidence as they weigh their odds as a team against the two individual opponents layed before them.

Chambers: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined 280 pounds, the VWA Women’s Champion and the Number One Contender to the VWA Women’s Championship... SYN SKYLER and BLACK ROSE!!!

The fans cheers get even louder as the two women gets closer to them; they walk down the ramp side by side, slapping the hands of fans; Syn patting the title on her shoulder that both the women waiting for them in the ring eye greedily. When they hit ringside the two walk around the ring on separate sides, Syn going right by Hamilton King without even turning her head; they meet up right in front of the announce desk and run at the ring, sliding inside behind their opponents. They pop up to their feet with stereo smiles and then hit the corners, riling up the screams fans that are clearly in love with this duo.

Flash: Syn and Black Rose are definitely the favorites in this match if you ask any of these fans. Both are incredible competitors and tonight we get to see Syn in action for the first time since winning that VWA Women’s Championship from Paige last week.

Leppard: Don’t remind me Flashy but yeah, all of these women are talented and the crowd is clearly behind the Champion and the Challenger. My question is how well can a Champion and a Challenger really co-exist? I mean there’s talking, then there’s doing and now we get to find out how well these two do as a team.

*DING DING DING*

The bell sounds and the match is underway; Paige puts up no fight as Chastaine wants to start off the match and on the other side of the ring there doesn’t seem to be much of an argument between the Champ and her Challenger as Black Rose is happy to let someone else wrestle Chastaine. Syn makes her way to the center of the ring, drawing back the cast for a quick assault as Chastaine goes in for the lockup; Syn shoves her off and swings with the cast only to have Chastaine ducks and draw back. Syn bursts forward and nails a Dropkick that sends Chastaine back into the ropes; Amy bounces off them and comes forward as Syn swings with that cast again, looking to make Paige’s partner pay for the damage the former- Champion inflicted herself. Amy ducks it again though and comes up behind Syn, looking for the Neckbreaker; Syn blocks and Snapmares Amy over, nailing a kick to the gut she draws back and runs for the Bulldog only to end up on her ass as Amy holds onto the ropes. Chastaine kick away at the back of Syn before she pulls her up and irish whips her into into corner crushing her with a Turnbuckle Clothesline and Snap Suplexing her out. She floats over for the pin...

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A quick kick-out comes from Syn who sits up and immediately finds Chastain looking for an Armlock, Syn shoves her off into the corner and nails her with a Drop Toehold as she bounces out, rolling over on top of her and locking in Syn’s of the Flesh. Paige shakes her metal-head on the apron as Chastaine screams in pain but latches onto the ropes, starting the ref’s count...

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Syn lets go to the cheers of the fans and pulls herself up, dragging Amy with her and whipping her across the ring and into her corner. She runs in and nails her with a Cast Corner Clothesline, tagging out to Black Rose; Syn lifts Chastaine up for a Suplex and holds her there as Black Rose comes into the ring with a Springboard Crossbody, following her all the way down to the mat for the cover...

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Barely a two count goes down as Chastaine kicks out and Black Rose drags her up to her feet.

Flash: Syn not shy about that cast, not shy about holding in the ropes, her feud with Paige Michaels changed her and I think it’s for the better.

Leppard: You need to take a few shortcuts when you’re facing people that master the art of shortcuts, Flashy and right now Syn and Rose are in firm control of Chastaine.

Flash: With not so much as a lean-in from Paige Michaels, or an order to the stone-like statue of Hamilton King; is this going to be like her team with Lohan where she doesn’t see a moment of action and feeds her partner to the wolves?

Leppard: It very well could be Flashy; look at that poor thing, she’s in no condition to wrestle. Amy, this win is all up to you, gettem girl!

Black Rose lets a few kicks fly to the midsection of Chastaine and then whips her off into the ropes; she goes to catch her with a Leg Lariat as she comes off but Chastaine ducks under. She nails a Leg Drop to the back of Rose’ head and then rolls her over for the pin..

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Chastaine lets her go and snaps off a Knee Drop square to Rose’ face before she pulls back and waits for her to roll to her stomach. She kicks her in the side of the head and shoots the half, rolling her over for a pin..

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Amy lets go and draws back as the ref walks towards her. In that time Syn tags Rose and when Chastaine comes forward to continue her assault she’s the victim of a Fearless maneuver that send her flying across the ring. Black Rose crawls out onto the apron and pulls herself up as Syn goes running at Chastaine for another Cast Clothesline; she gets caught however and driven down face-first into the mat with a Flatliner. Amy rolls her over and covers, pinning the casted-arm especially with all her weight..

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Just after the count of two, Syn kicks out and Chastaine mounts her firing shots down into her face until the ref pulls her off. She stumbles back to her corner and goes to tag Paige who drops off the apron and encourages her to continue the match.

Flash: Chastaine doing her best against these two but it doesn’t look like she’s going to get any help from Paige.

Leppard: Syn and Rose have to love that, they’re tagging out just right here to stay on top of Amy and Chastaine knows it. She needs that tag and Paige won’t give it; so Chastaine is just going to have bite the bullet and put one of these two away.

Flash: Easier said than done, not only are these two of the most talented women in professional wrestling you’re talking about (VWA Women’s Champion and her Number One Contender) but they’re on the same page.

Leppard: And very very hot. The lesbian love scene these two have is making me drool right now. God I can’t wait for Black Swan to come out...

Chastaine turns around and yanks Syn up by the hair, the second she does that Paige climbs back up on the apron; Amy grabs onto Syn’s arm and yanks on it hard, cutting off any comeback Syn may have had in mind. Amy bounces back off the ropes and comes forward looking to grab the arm and deliver an Armbreaker with plenty of momentum but Syn ducks in and uss her momentum against her, sending her up and over with a Back Body Drop. Chastaine hits the mat and bounces off of it, stumbling into the corner; Syn runs in and throws her out with a Monkey Flip, going up to the top rope and leaping off with a Reckless assault that leaves Chastaine gasping for air. Syn throws herself over Amy and looks for the win...

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Syn pops out and goes for Amy’s legs; Amy pulls them close to her and shoves out with all her might, sending Syn back into her corner, where Black Rose tags in. Chastaine doesn’t see it though and comes running in to blast Syn; what she gets is a Drop Toehold face-first into the middle turnbuckle. Syn gets grabs her feet and spins her around, tossing her up to the top rope where Rose is perched and waiting, she kicks Chastaine in the face, hard, sending her falling back and bending across Syn’s awaiting knees. Chastaine screams in pain but it’s far from over as Rose leaps from the top turnbuckle to the top rope and comes crashing down across the top-half of Chastaine’s bent form with a Springboard Moonsault. The crowd groans as Chastaine screams in pain; Syn rolls out of the ring and onto the apron as Black Rose hooks the leg for the cover...

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Chastaine grabs onto the ropes and the ref has to stop the count to the surprise of Rose who’s still grabbing her chest from the impact. She stumbles up to her feet and drags Chastaine with her, pulling her to the center of the ring; she lets loose on her with a kick to the gut and goes for the Rose Petal to have Chastaine drive her back into an empty corner instead. She nails her with shoulder thrusts and then an Uppercut, pushing her up to the top rope; she follows looking for the Black Out but gets shoved off and back down to the mat. Chastaine lands on her feet but Rose comes flying off anyways with a Missile Dropkick sending her back into her own corner; Amy hits hard and looks back to Paige, tagging her before the metal-masked former Champion has anywhere to run. The ref screams for her to get into the ring and Paige crawls through the ropes as Chastaine stumbles out finally to the apron; Paige begins yelling at the ref, protesting her involvement and the second she turns her head back to the action, gets planted with the Rose Petal. The crowd erupts as Rose rolls her over and covers...

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3!

‘Breaking the Silence’ hits and the fans continue to cheer as Syn comes into the ring and raises Rose’ hand with one arm while hoisting her title with the other before they exit on their way to the back to a chorus of deafening cheers from the fans.

Chambers: Here are your winners... BLACK ROSE and SYN SKYLER!!!

Flash: And Rose continues to prove her worth as Number One Contender right there by pinning the former-Champion.

Leppard: She blindsided her! And Amy blindsided her! SHE WAS IN NO CONDITION TO WRESTLE!

Flash: I think a broken arm is much more hindering than a broken nose, yet the VWA Women’s Champion battled it out here tonight just like the rest and her team picked up the big victory.

Leppard: Syn does look hot when she’s happy... I’ll admitt that. And the belt does go well with a lot of her ring gear... but it should be Paiges! Hell maybe even Roses or Chastaines! NOT SYN’S!

Flash: Yeah, well we may yet see it on Rose when those two partners face off for the title but tonight they werre a unit and it brought them victory. Paige and Amy on the other hand... well...

By now Amy’s climbed back into the ring and Hamilton King has joined her; he makes his way over to his employer, pulling Paige up to her feet, blood dripping from her nose behind the protective mask. He steadies her on her feet and the second she gets her footing, Chastaine gives her a shove, shaking her head, calling for a microphone she quickly brings to her lips.

Amy: What the fuck was that!? You stayed on the apron the entire match and then you got pinned the second you got in the damn ring. I knew you were going to fuck this up, I was ready and I told you-

Chastaine’s interrupted as Hamilton King suddenly takes her head off with a brutal Bicycle Kick that leaves her unconscious on the mat. Paige leans and whispers in his ear, informing him of what to say before he leans over and picks up the mic, bringing it to his cold lips; clearly unfazed by just destroying a woman.

King: Miss Michaels would like to make it perfectly clear that she was by no means one-hundred percent tonight. She knew that going in, she had no business in a wrestling ring tonight and were she to see action her cheap, talentless opponent’s would see fit to pray on her in her weakened state. That is the reason - not that she owes you any- for her lack of interest in being tagged in by her so-called “partner”. Clearly Amy Chastaine was not as “ready” as she made herself out to be; neither for this match or for what was destined to follow it given her inexcusable attitude earlier this night. Perhaps if Amy Chastaine weren’t so incompetent she would have understood that tagging Miss Michaels would lose the match for their team, or perhaps if she weren’t so talentless she could have won the match by herself. Regardless of why it happened, this loss is Amy Chastaine’s, not Miss Michaels’ and this very picture is worth the thousands words that proves it. Finally if anyone, no matter who they are has any problems with what just took place; they’re encouraged to bring their concerns to me. Or better yet... do something about it.

That is all.

Hamilton drops the mic and ‘(S)aint’ begins to play as the two walk away from Amy’s lifeless body and up the ramp to a chorus of boos from the crowd.

[Shane Lawson]

The arena is still buzzing and the opening riff to ‘Lay My Burden Down’ does nothing to silence the crowd. Out from behind the curtain comes the new, two-time, VWA Pure Champion Connor McCloud. The Pure title is around the waste of the one and only Paragon of Wrestling sporting a black eye patch over his right eye. Nevertheless, despite the circumstances, McCloud appears to be of high spirits as he slaps hands with some fans in the front row. McCloud rolls underneath the bottom rope and quickly climbs the turnbuckles. He unfastens the Pure Championship and holds I high in the air, flashing a smirk as he does so. McCloud hops off and grabs the mic from Tamzin Chambers.

McCloud: You know just a few weeks ago, I was standing here in this very ring, promising to defeat Blood Reign, promising to win back the VWA Pure Championship, and just like always, I kept my promise.

The crowd cheers a bit as McCloud pats the Pure title on his shoulder. He continues.

McCloud: But my odyssey, it didn’t come without its price. As you can see, in my brutal war with Blood Reign, I suffered a debilitating detached retina. Doctors say the sight in my right eye may never return to its full potential, but to me it was a small price to pay to stand before you once again as your VWA Pure Champion. Even with one eye, there is nothing that can stop me from doing what I love doing and that is showing you people that I am the best pure wrestler this company has ever seen. There is nothing that can stop me from competing. This is what I was born to do. This is everything I’ve ever wanted to be and there is nobody, short of the hand of God himself, that’s going to stop me doing what I love doing. I do all of this, for you. Every match I’m in, every battle I wage, I do it for you. I do it for the good of the company, for the good of the industry. Everything I’ve done in my career is for VWA and for a while I thought I had met a few people that shared my sentiment, shared my idea…but I was wrong.

McCloud stops and shakes his hanging head. He brings the mic back to his face and continues.

McCloud: Niq Kross simply gave up. His heart was never really in this business. In fact with each passing week he was in the POW, it became more and more apparent that he just wanted to use what we were doing to “break out”. He wasn’t really a Paragon; he was just pretending to be one for fame and fortune. I should of seen it coming from the beginning, but I didn’t until it was too late. At Purgatory you witnessed the implosion of the former tag champs, and part of it was because Niq Kross couldn’t handle not being the “leader”. Then there was Christian Helton; the man that I brought into this company, the man that I helped, the man that I called my best friend. He couldn’t handle being the one that was always overlooked. He couldn’t handle the fact that everyone else in the world saw him as the weak link. Instead of trying to prove everyone else wrong, he blamed everyone but himself. He took it out on the fans, took it out on Niq Kross, and then took it out on me when he spit in my face. A lot of people wanted me to beat him down, to make him pay but the truth is, Christian Helton isn’t worth my time anymore. I took that lost soul in, gave him a job, gave him a purpose and never once did he ever show any appreciation. Instead, he just bitched and complained about the fact that in the eyes of many, he was the weak link. Neither one of these men truly cared about the business, cared about the Paragon’s message. It’s become so obvious now that these men only cared about themselves. The Paragons of Wrestling are dead…

But its message lives through me. Where those men were selfish, I will be selfless. Some people called me the glue that held that stable together, and you know something…they were right. I was the only true Paragon of Wrestling, and I will continue to be the only true Paragon of Wrestling. What I represented a few months ago, I will continue to represent. Kross and Helton are gone, but I no longer need anyone’s help to get my message across. I guess in a way, the Paragons will never truly die, not as long as I’m here to continue to fight for what I know is right.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am…the Paragon of Wrestling and I’m not going anywhere.

Connor smirks and nods as the crowd continues cheer for him.

McCloud: That’s why tonight I’m going to continue to do what I’m so very good at. I’m going to continue to prove to the world that I am the very best this company has to offer and the future of VWA. Tonight, the future overtakes the past. Shane I’ve got a lot of respect for what you’ve done in your long, storied career, but I will not be denied here tonight. I’m going to give you everything I’ve got, and present to you a challenge you’ve never seen before. I know Jude wants you dead, but I just want you down for the 3 count, and after that I’ll end it the same way I ended it a few months ago in that handicap match, a handshake and a show of respect. I’m not like those that came before me. Those people that claim to be the future, better then the people that came before and then fail when they finally go one on one with a big name. I will not fail. I will not falter. I’m going to do everything I say I’m going to do. I’m going to be everything I’ve said I was going to be. And I’m going to do it my own way. I’m not following in the footsteps, I’m making my own. It’d be easy for me to end your career, use a chair or two, and then leave a broken, bloody mess, but I’m always up for a challenge, and I never take the easy way out. Shane Lawson, tonight I’m going to beat you in the middle of this ring, and move one step closer to becoming the greatest this industry has ever seen.

It’s not ego, it’s honesty.

McCloud hands the mic back over to Tamzin. The crowd cheers as he hold the belt above his head and ‘Lay My Burden Down’ kicks in again. McCloud continues to smirk as he rolls underneath the bottom rope, again high fiving fans on his way to the back.

Chambers: The following contest is scheduled for onefall!

'Knights of Cydonia' kicks in to rapturous cheers and applause for a quite well-liked Billy Hush. The arena goes dark and Hush's entrance video plays on the Titantron. As the words kick in, Billy Hush walks onto the stage with an explosive blue pyro, a pyro that always catches the crowd off guard, but on this night, Hush himself seems to have been slightly jarred as well. Even with two weeks to recover, it seems he's not quite healed from his vicious dog collar match. Hush throws his hands into the air, and soaks up the positive reception before running down to the ring, rolling under the bottom rope, dashing towards the nearest turnbuckle, and throwing his arms up again. He has the crowd in the palm of his hand and he loves it. Eventually, he climbs down from the turnbuckle and gets ready to start the match.

Chambers: Introducing first, from Edinburgh, Scotland, weighing in at 242 pounds... BILLY HUSH!!!

Leppard: I am just so glad that Steven Sands beat the living hell out of Hush at Purgatory and kept the High Voltage Championship. He made a valiant effort, but Sands will ALWAYS be better.

Flash: I don't think Sands will always be better then Hush, but when the chips are down, the Golden Reality does seem to know how to escape with the gold.

The fans are hushed until ‘Stronger’ hits and out onto the stage with his VWA Bloodsport Championship slung casually over his shoulder, steps the Champion, Brennan Knight. He’s greeted with cheers by some and boos by others but he doesn’t seem to give much attention to the fans as he makes his way to the head of the ramp. Keeping his eyes on Hush, Knight enters the ring and hands off his belt.

Chambers: His opponent, from Orange County, Florida, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is The VWA Bloodsport Champion, The Untouchable... BRENNAN KNIGHT!!!

Leppard: Now this is a man we can admire, Flash. Some fans like him, but he doesn't seem to care one way or the other. He's just out here to fight, and to win.

Flash: And it's been effective for him so far, as he is now a two-time Bloodsport champion. He's risen quickly in VWA, and the sky's the limit.

Hush and Knight take their position as the bell sounds.

*DING DING DING*

Billy and Brennan circle each other for a bit, and then Brennan moves right in and clubs Hush with a sudden left hand, and as Hush reels, Knight continues to blast him with left hands with the occasional forearm or elbow mixed in. This sends Hush to the ropes, and Knight is eager to send him back across, but on Billy's return, he drills Knight to the mat with a particularly stiff dropkick. Knight and Hush scramble to their feet, and when they get there, Hush knocks Knight to the mat with a hard clothesline.

Flash: The match starts mostly even, but it seems Billy Hush is starting to get the upper hand.

Leppard: Great...I hope Knight takes it back soon. I hate Hush so much.

Flash: Just because he is opposite to your ideal?

Leppard: Um...yeah?

Hush drags Brennan up and tries to go for an early spinebuster, but Brennan claws at Hush's eyes, forcing Hush to drop him. As Hush tries to make sure he can still see, Brennan backs against the ropes. When Billy opens his eyes again, the first thing he sees is Knight drilling an elbow into the side of his head, dropping him to the mat. With Hush down, Knight kneels beside him and starts clubbing him with as many right hands as he can.

Leppard: Brennan Knight starting to get vicious and tear Hush apart! About time.

Flash: I can just tell you'll enjoy this. Until Hush recovers, that is.

Eventually the ref has to come over and move Knight away from Hush so he actually has a chance to breath. Knight responds by backing off but immediately intimidating the ref, going on about hurting Hush. Billy starts to get to his feet, and Brennan stops arguing with the ref and watches Hush get back up. As soon as Hush is on his feet, Brennan's hands go for the throat. Billy blocks the attempted choke with a kick to the gut, and then he goes for the Silent Assassin; however, as soon as Brennan remotely detects Hush's arms near his head, he slips through, and Hush only gets an arm into a pseudo-hammerlock that Knight quickly reverses into one of his own. Knight quickly drops Hush, attempting to lock in a Fujiwara armbar, but Billy turns on the descent, landing on the opposite arm and leaving plenty of room to push Brennan aside and off of him, quickly grabbing Knight's arm and trapping it under Hush's leg as he pushes against Knight for leverage

Flash: That was quite the exchange of armbar attempts, but Billy Hush finally wins out and has Brennan Knight locked down.

Leppard: It won't win him the match, but I'll even admit that was fun to watch.

Knight tries to inch towards a set of ropes to break the hold, but, as Flash said, Hush has him locked in place pretty well. After all, any attempt to scoot towards the rope will either stretch his arm out more or, working against the flow, push him harder into Hush's leg. It's still early, though, so Knight figures he can deal with the pain and starts working towards the ropes behind him, first turning himself and Hush to make things easier. Then he starts the journey, and even with the small distance, that's what it feels like. Knight does finally get to the ropes and force a break. Being one to usually play by the rules, Hush breaks the armbar pretty quickly, but that doesn't stop him from giving Knight a good couple of kicks and stomps to force him out of the ring. As Knight starts to stand back up, the crowd cheers for Hush having the upper hand.

Leppard: ...why does such a goody-goody have to be so skilled? It drives me crazy!

Flash: Not all of the best wrestlers have to cheat to get to the top, you know.

Leppard: It's not cheating if you don't get caught. Even then, it's not REALLY cheating unless you get disqualified.

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Brennan's taking a breather, so he's out there long enough for a ten-count to start up. Hush lets him hang out for a while, confident that he'll win in the end.

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Knight is good to go again, so he rolls back into the ring and prepares to attack again. However, he runs headlong into a sleeper hold.

Leppard: Hey Flash! No Talking!

Flash: Do you really think that's going to shut me up?

Leppard: A man can dream, can't he?

Knight tries to flail his way out of the sleeper hold, but Hush, once again, has it on tight. Knight does try to retreat back to the ropes to grab one, but Hush keeps him away and continues to try and drain his energy away. Brennan keeps fighting it for as long as he can, but soon he appears droopy and begins to fade away. The crowd cheers lightly as the ref moves in to check Knight. He grabs Brennan's arm and raises it above his head, Hush still keeping the sleeper on. The ref drops the arm, and it falls limp. The crowd cheers lightly again. Hush keeps the sleeper tighter still as the ref grabs Brennan's arm again. The ref drops the arm, and it falls limp. The cheering is louder know; one more, and the crowd favorite is victorious.

Leppard: Oh come on! This isn't right! Brennan Knight is stronger then this!

Flash: If so, he'll prove it now.

The referee picks Brennan's arm up again and prepares to potentially end the match. The ref drops the arm, and it falls to about a parallel plane with the mat. Quickly after it stops, Knight comes back to life, slips behind Hush, and, still in a sleeper, lifts Hush into a back suplex, which Hush takes in full as his arms don't release Knight until the last second and don't provide as much support for the fall as normal.

Leppard: There we go. I knew Knight had things under control.

Flash: I would contend that, actually.

Leppard: HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING!

Flash: Hm...quite a few bugs seem to have crawled up your ass tonight...

Both men lay on the mat for a second, then Brennan starts to stir. However, he's slow enough on recovery to allow a ten-count to begin.

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Knight gets to about his knees as Hush is only starting to stir.

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Brennan is back on his feet, and Hush is rolling over, preparing to push himself up.

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Hush pushes himself up rather quickly to his feet, but he is very quickly assaulted by Knight with a knee to the chest. As Billy keels over, he suffers an upward knee to the face. As he reels, Brennan shoves him back into the corner and socks him once with a stiff right hand. Brennan then whips Hush across to the other side, runs after him, and drills a shining wizard on the cornered Billy Hush. Knight hops out of the corner, waits for Billy to stumble out, and then grabs him and falls backwards, dropping Hush on his face!

Leppard: Remember, kids: Hepititas C is bad for you.

Knight drops onto Hush for the match's first pin attempt.

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Hush is not so easily thwarted. Knight then stomps on Billy's gut before going to the mat and trying to make Hush eat fingers. However, Hush keeps his mouth shut, clonks Knight in the side of the head, and shoves him back to allow himself time to recover. Knight moves back in, but he takes a gut kick for his troubles. Hush follows up with a European uppercut, and the crowd cheers, for they know the Hush Money dropkick is coming. As Knight leans in from the uppercut, that's exactly what happens, and Knight takes it right in the jaw. He doesn't fall quite as hard as a ton of bricks, but it'd be debatable.

Flash: And Billy Hush scores his Hush Money!

Leppard: That was kind of bad.

Flash: And your "No Talking" quip earlier wasn't?

This seems to shut Leppard up (a rarity, I know) as Hush goes for a pin attempt of his own.

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Just as Hush isn't ready to fall, the Bloodsport champion isn't ready to quit, either.

Leppard: Hah. I don't think Hush can ever keep Brennan Knight donw for a three-count.

Flash: You'd think that, and you may be right. Only the end of the match can say for sure.

Hush gets up fairly quickly as Knight stumbles up and waits. When Knight is up, he's drilled with a knife-edge chop. Knight responds with a stiff left jab to the face. Then another knife-edge from Hush. Knight responds to the second with a forearm to the gut. When Knight receives a third chop, he rears back and literally goes head-to-head with Hush, dropping him with a tenacious headbutt. As Hush falls to the mat, a leg follows him down as Knight quickly pulls out a leg drop. Knight just stays there for a pin.

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A pin such as that will not win a match, but chances are good Knight never meant for it to. Brennan stands up, kicks lightly at Hush a bit, and waits. Billy quickly gets to his feet but is quickly caught by a spin kick to the midsection. As Hush kieels over, he is caught in a standing guillotine choke and tries to flail out of it, but Brennan has other plans.

Leppard: Yes! Choke the bitch!

Flash: You want Hush to suffer that much?

Leppard: This is news? Anyone who isn't Brennan Knight or a new-school Misfit probably isn't worth my time.

There are others Leppard swears his loyalty to, of course, but in the moment those are the only ones he mentions. Besides, he's watching a face getting choked, so he's happy. Hush tries to escape by any means he can think of, but Knight isn't letting him go. However, one thing does come to mind. Billy then tries to grab at Brennan, but Knight keeps as much distance as he can from someone he's choking. Hush then gets a corollary to the first idea and drags Brennan forward. Billy then suddenly moves in and grabs Knight's legs, lifts him, and throws himself forward, slamming Knight on his back. Again both men are down.

Flash: A Billy Hush spinebuster breaks him out of a choke.

Leppard: Aw...

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Neither man moves initially.

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Hush starts to roll over, probably to try and pin Knight.

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Indeed, Billy drapes an arm over Knight.

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We can't truly call it a kickout, though. All it is is Brennan getting a shoulder up lazily.

Leppard: Heh. Did Hush really expect to win with THAT pin?

Flash: Jordan, he was being choked AND suffered whiplash off the spinebuster; all he wanted was any pin and a chance to recover.

Leppard: Fair enough, but I cite this as proof he's going to fail.

Hush and Knight go to push themselves up, but before either of them get to their knees, Knight lunges at Hush and sucker punches him back to the mat. With Hush on the mat, Knight quickly mounts him and starts to choke him again, this time more...conventionally, if chokes can be called conventional.

Flash: And Knight locks on Manditory Manslaughter!

Leppard: And Hush is dead! Yay!

Flash: You know, Hush isn't dead YET.

Leppard: I know, but he will be.

Hush is again getting choked, and this time it's harder to resist as he's already sore from the guillotine choke. Brennan is squeezing with all his might, and with all Hush's might he tries to get to ropes. He expends a great deal of energy and gets to the ropes to break the choke, knowing that if he doesn't, he may have to tap and/or pass out. When he gets to ropes, Knight holds, forcing a five-count.

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Knight releases the hold and plays up the crowd to a fittingly mixed reaction, Hush slowly and painfully to his feet with help from the ropes that saved him the match so far. Knight waits for Hush to turn into an attack, but when he does turn, he turns swinging a fist into Brennan's face. Knight recoils, then leans right into Hush grabbing him and locking him into a standing crossface!

Flash: And Hush catches Knight in the Silent Assassin!

Leppard: Son of a bitch!

Knight rushes around, carrying Hush's weight and resistance, scrambling for a rope to grab to break the hold, but Hush keeps him held down decently enough. Knight feints an attempt at a set of ropes, and when Hush moves to keep him from them Knight lunges for the other set of ropes and grabs the middle rope before Hush can yank him away. Hush breaks the hold and waits for his chance to strike.

Leppard: You know, this match really needs to end. There's more important shit for us to get to, like Kaji Fireson's utter destruction!

Brennan leans on the ropes for a while to gather his wits, then turns as Hush tries to get him into a fireman's carry. However, Brennan wraggles and squirms and gets into a position where he drags Hush down and is set for a powerbomb. Knight lifts him up and, almost as quickly, drops into an improved piledriver!

Leppard: There's Brennan Knight, Alive and Believing.

Flash: This match is probably over.

Brennan goes for a pin.

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3!!!

'Stronger' blares over the speakers as Knight slowly gets up.

Chambers: Here is your winner... BRENNAN KNIGHT!!!

Flash: Another big win for Brennan Knight, and another roadblock in Hush's path to a return victory.

Leppard: Just what needed to happen, too. Brennan Knight is, quite frankly, untouchable.

Brennan slides out of the ring and grabs his Bloodsport Championship, as he looks back at Hush with a grin on his face, shaking his head as the scene cuts to commercial.

[Shane Lawson]

Mr. E: So ladies and gentlemen, I am standing backstage alongside the man that has been sentenced to face--

Kaji: See, this is the sort of thing we've got to talk about, E.

The camera pans over to reveal that Mr. E is standing next to Kaji Fireson. Despite the insult that he was about to heap upon the Phoenix, one-half of tonight's main event seems to be in reasonably high spirits. His eyes are full of a gleam that hasn't been seen since Purgatory, and Mr. E seems to be relieved by the fact that he's not outright raging at him. Given what he said last week on Chaos, he'd have the right, too, but instead, he seems to be giving E the time of day. Mr. E turns to Kaji and smiles from behind his mask.

Mr. E: Okay, so I was informed before the show that you wanted to talk to me about something?

Kaji: Indeed I do, Mr. E. You see, you were rather blunt about my loss to Jason at Purgatory last week, so I figured I'd set some facts straight.

Mr. E: Oh?

Kaji: Indeed. Y'see, Jason may have beaten me at Purgatory, and he may have even sealed my fate in regards to challenging for VWA championships, but if there is one thing that he did NOT do, it's ruin my career. A set back does not a ruined career make, especially for a man like me that's been suffering setbacks for my entire life. So Jason didn't ruin my career. He didn't do anything any worse than defend what was his, and if you're not allowed to defend yourself, then this business would be a lot less interesting, wouldn't it?

Mr. E: Yes, I suppose you're right, but are you SURE you're not bitter about the way the match--

Kaji: You weren't even listening to me, were you, Zacc? Yes, I'm a bit bitter about the match, but no one that ever loses a match can truly claim he isn't. Other than Jude's arbitrary attempts to make my life miserable, nothing was out of the ordinary. So don't go mistaking that loss for an extraordinary event, okay?

Mr. E seems to be sweating a bit, but other than a gulp, he seems content to stick around, given that Kaji isn't yelling at him. Recognizing a chance at a second question, he takes it a bit more gently this time.

Mr. E: Alright, I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Just as one final thought, what are your thoughts on the supposed surprise that Jude has for you tonight?

Kaji seems to be a bit anxious about this, but he puts on a strong front, smiling grimly in E's direction.

Kaji: I'll be honest, I'm kind of wary, but he hasn't managed to break me yet and he sent a 7' giant and the High Voltage champion against me. He's sent the most brutal world champion in VWA's history against me tonight, a man I plan to overcome, so I don't know where he can go from there. All I know is that I will not give in to his oppression. Between me and Shane, we'll eventually overcome him and restore order to VWA.

Kaji stops here, then nods curtly before walking off, leaving E to wonder just what Kaji is really thinking.



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.

Chambers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

'Lay My Burden Down' plays through the arena as Connor McCloud steps out from behind the curtain, cheers running through the crowd. Connor stands there, the VWA Pure Championship around his waist, the black eye patch covering his right eye. Connor stands on the stage for a moment, clearly still taking in the fact he's Pure Champion once again. Connor makes his way down the ramp, high-fiving the fans as he does, a smile on his face that likely won't be removed any time soon. Connor makes sure to high-five as many of them people as possible before reaching the end of the ramp, stopping for a moment.

Chambers: Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 222 pounds, he is the VWA Pure Champion... CONNOR McCLOUD!

Connor walks towards the ring, climbing up onto the apron holding his arms up in a X formation. A few fans do the pose with Connor from their seats, it's clear that the people are happy to see him as Pure Champion once again. Connor lowers his arms, grabbing the top rope and slingshotting himself over, landing on his feet. Connor takes the title off from around his waist, holding it up sending another wave of cheers running through the crowd. McCloud lowers the belt, backing up into his corner as 'Lay My Burden Down' fades out.

Flash: Connor looks fired up here, despite having that injury that could potentially hinder him in this match.

Leppard: Maybe, but he's facing new Shane Lawson. New Shane is lame, probably won't take advantage of the injury.

Flash: If you had your way, everyone in this company would be an asshole.

Leppard: You mean winners? Duh.

'Revolution Is My Name' now blares through the arena, once again the building fills with cheers. A few moments later, purple pyro explodes on the stage and Shane Lawson steps out from behind the curtain. Lawson stands on the stage, smoke from the pyro floating through the air. Shane holds an arm up, sparking another explosion of cheers from the crowd, he smirks a bit before he begins to walk down the ramp, heading to the ring. Lawson looks ready for tonights contest, a win tonight would be the first step towards recovering from his bad night at Purgatory.

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

Lawson slides into the ring, getting back to his feet and looks across the ring at McCloud. Connor jumps up and down a couple of times in his corner, keeping himself warmed up and ready for the match. Lawson backs up into his corner, his music cutting away and silence fills the arena. Everyone in the arena awaits the start of the bell, as the ref calls for it, the arena explodes with cheers!

*DING DING DING*

Lawson and McCloud circle one another a couple of times, the lock up in the center of the ring. Both men fight to gain the advantage, no one able to do so right away, Connor however manages to pull Shane over with a snapmare! Connor then jumps up, driving both boots into the back of Lawson with a dropkick. Shane is quick to get back to his feet, Connor running at him to try and keep on his advantage, but Lawson ducks the clothesline! As Connor spins around to face Lawson again, he brings an arm up to catch Lawson across the jaw with a roaring elbow! Lawson reels back, holding his jaw and Connor then connects with a stiff chop to the chest of Lawson. Connor follows up with two more, then pushing Shane against the ropes. Connor whips him across the ring, Lawson rebounds back and is hit with a crescent kick right to the jaw as he rebounds back! Connor gets right back to his feet, pulling Shane back up as well, only to take him back down to the canvas with a swinging neckbreaker! Connor sits Shane up, driving a knee into the upperback of Shane, one hand under Shane's chin while the other rests on the top of his head. McCloud then cranks the head of Lawson to the side, putting pressure on the neck, Lawson trying to reach the ropes but Connor's got him far enough away from the ropes to not make it easy. Shane tries to pull Connor towards the ropes, but he's anchoring himself to the canvas, refusing to let Shane go anywhere. Lawson then brings his hands up, trying to pull those of Connor off of him. Lawson pulls at the hands of McCloud, who shows no intention of allowing Lawson to break the hold. Shane however manages to get one of McCloud's hands off of him, which allows him to roll across the canvas to get some distance between him and Connor. Lawson gets back up to his feet, but not as quickly as Connor is back up to his. Connor runs at Shane, leaping up and connecting with a spinning wheel kick! Shane falls to the canvas again, dazed from the blow he tries to get back to his feet. Connor doesn't get right back up, instead he rolls out onto the apron and pulls himself up out there instead. He begins to measure Lawson as he tries getting to his feet, as Shane turns around McCloud leaps up onto the top rope then springboards off, looking for a clothesline. Shane sees it coming, jumping up and dropkicking McCloud out of mid-air! McCloud crashes to the canvas, holding his midsection as Lawson's dropkick knocks the wind out of him.

Flash: Quick counter there by Lawson! I think that was Shane's experience at work there, McCloud is good, but he hasn't been in this business as long as Shane has.

Leppard: Now go for the eye! Kick it, scratch it! RIP IT OUT!

Flash: So...I assume Lawson is the one you're backing in this match?

Leppard: No, I want Shane to destroy his eye, cause McCloud to snap and take him out of this business for good. I get to watch McCloud suffer, no more Shane Lawson...I win all around.

Shane grabs the ropes, pulling himself back up, still a little dazed from Connor's wheel kick. Shane however seems to shake it off fairly quickly, pulling Connor up and whipping him across the ring into a corner. Shane runs at him, driving his arm into Connor's chest with a clothesline! Connor staggers out, right into a snap powerslam from Lawson! Connor's back bounces off the canvas, Lawson not going for the cover, likely knowing that Connor would kick out this early. Instead, he grabs the leg of Connor and pulls him a little further away from the ropes. Shane puts the right leg of Connor under his arm, as he looks for the other leg, Connor begins to kick at Shane. Shane tries to hold on, trying to get control of the kicking left leg, but as a well placed one connects with the center of his chest, Lawson reels back. Connor quickly tries to get back to his feet, but Shane runs at him and jumps up, sending Connor down with a headscissors takedown! Connor rolls across the mat, he tries to use the momentum to get to his feet but he collides with the ropes before he can really gain his balance. He grabs onto the top rope to hold himself up, McCloud pushes off the ropes and runs at Shane, looking for a clothesline but Lawson ducks! Shane puts an arm around the passing McCloud's throat, stopping him as the two momentarily stand back to back. Lawson then drops to his knees, bending the back of Connor over his! McCloud almost snaps in half from the impact, falling to the canvas favoring his back, Shane rolls him over and hooks the leg as he looks for a cover.

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Connor kicks out! Shane gets back to his feet, pulling Connor up and whipping him into the ropes. Connor rebounds back, but avoids the waiting Lawson by dropping down and sliding between his legs! Lawson turns around, but is caught with a kick to the midsection. Connor hooks the arms of Lawson back, then looking to pick him up but following the backbreaker, Connor has a bit of trouble doing it. Lawson keeps his weight down, making it difficult for McCloud to get him off the canvas. Lawson then stands up, dropping Connor back first onto the canvas! Shane begins to pull Connor up, kneeing him in the midsection then applying a facelock. Lawson hits a couple of elbows to the back of McCloud before picking him up, looking for a suplex but McCloud manages to drop down behind Lawson! McCloud then wraps an arm around Lawson's neck, pulling him down in an inverted facelock. Connor pulls Shane up off the canvas, twisting down with a spinning inverted DDT to Lawson! Connor lays on the canvas, favoring his back for a moment before he makes the cover on Shane, hooking the far leg.

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Lawson kicks out this time!

Flash: Both men trying to end this one quickly, but with all the reversals we're seeing, that won't be easy.

Leppard: Just make it end Flashy, Shane's not exploiting the injury...I thought he was supposed to know what he was doing!

Flash: I don't think Shane wants to cheapen the victory by doing that.

Leppard: Connor is the idiot that's wrestling injured, it's there to be exploited!

Connor rolls off Lawson, his back clearly in pain, while Lawson's hand rests on the back of his neck. Connor begins to push himself back up, then bringing Shane back to his feet as well. Connor stands back to back with Lawson, pulling the neck of Lawson over his shoulder, then dropping down with a neckbreaker! Lawson's head violently jerks from the impact, he falls face down to the canvas and Connor gets back up again, clearly hurting but not as much as Shane seems to be at the moment. Connor begins to pull Lawson up, driving a couple of hard elbows into the back of the neck, then planting Shane with a DDT! Lawson rolls out of the ring, not giving Connor a chance to go for the pinfall. Shane's hand clutches at the back of his neck, clearly in pain but he slowly begins to push himself back up to his feet. Connor backs away, motioning for Shane to get back in the ring. Lawson looks a bit skeptical, knowing that nine times out of ten, this tends to be a trap. Slowly, Lawson climbs up onto the apron, waiting for Connor to suddenly start charging towards him. McCloud however stays back, Lawson then steps through the ropes and much to his surprise, does so without being attacked. Lawson and McCloud circle one another again, locking up and Lawson takes McCloud down with an arm drag! Connor gets right back to his feet, running at Shane who drops down and sends Connor face first to the mat with a drop toe hold! Connor hits the canvas, a hand quickly coming up and covering his right eye, Shane stops for a moment, looking at Connor and realizing what he did. Shane hesitates for a moment, however he wisely pulls Connor up and whips him into the ropes again, well, it looked that way but Lawson pulls him back into a short arm clothesline! Connor hits the mat hard, Shane going for the cover again, trying to end this one.

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Connor McCloud gets a shoulder up! Lawson rolls McCloud over onto his stomach, driving a knee down into his back. Shane then grabs the right leg of Connor, then sitting on his back as Shane applies a single leg crab! Connor lets out a brief cry of pain, but then he silences himself, shaking his head as the ref asks if he wants to give up. Connor reaches out, trying to grab the ropes but he's a few feet away from them, but he refuses to give up. Connor reaches out, pulling himself a little closer towards the ropes, Lawson trying to put more weight down on the back of McCloud, trying to prevent him from being able to move. Connor reaches out again, pulling himself and Shane a little further across the mat. Connor finds a bit of difficulty in trying to drag the weight of two men to the ropes, however he shows heart in not giving up, determination to make it to the ropes is pushing him to continue. Connor reaches out again, fingers digging in as he pulls himself a little closer to the ropes, a couple of inches closer to salvation. Lawson pulls back further, applying more pressure as he looks to the end the match now. Connor pulls himself closer again, hoping that this time is the last, that he can reach the ropes now. As he reaches out, his fingers trying to wrap around the bottom rope, he finds himself just a few inches short. Connor's hand falls to the mat, the ref asking him again if he wants to give up. Connor's "no" can likely be heard all through the arena, he reaches out, pulling himself closer to the ropes once again. Connor reaches out, getting a hand on the bottom rope! The ref tells Shane that Connor has made it to the ropes, Shane looks over his shoulder and breaks the hold before the five count can even begin. Shane watches as Connor begins to pull himself with the ropes, Shane might be looking to end it as he starts measuring McCloud up. Connor gets to his feet, steadying himself with the ropes for a moment and then Lawson strikes. He grabs the head of McCloud, looking for the Reality Check, but McCloud pushes him away! Lawson takes a couple of steps forward, McCloud runs up behind him, rolling Lawson up with a school boy!

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Lawson kicks out!

Flash: Connor saving himself with that counter!

Leppard: Stupid Lawson, did he have to kick out? Why couldn't he just accept the loss?

Flash: I think, that goes against everything Connor and Shane stand for.

Leppard: What about what I stand for? Matches with people that aren't giant losers!

Flash: No one cares what you stand for.

Lawson quickly gets to his feet, faster than McCloud can and he grabs McCloud looking to send him into the ropes. Connor however reverses it, sending Shane into the ropes! Lawson rebounds back, McCloud catches the rebounding Lawson with a belly-to-belly suplex! With the pain running through McCloud's spine, he doesn't get all the power behind it, Lawson rotates halfway, but then lands right on the top of his head! Shane rolls around on the canvas, clutching his neck as the fans all hold their breath for a second, fearing that the impact may have seriously injured Shane. Both men are down, the official checks on both men then he begins a ten count.

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Both men remain on the mat, Shane clearly in pain, Connor trying to gather the strength to get back to his feet.

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Connor pushes himself up to one knee, a hand still favoring his lower back, but Shane is laid out on the canvas in pain.

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Connor is up to his feet, ending the count and he rolls Lawson over onto his back, going for the cover and trying to end it now.

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Lawson kicks out! The fans cheer, partly because the match continues, and the kick out likely means Lawson doesn't have a broken neck. Connor sits up, looking a bit disappointed, but Shane still has fight left in him. Lawson tries to push himself up, McCloud pulling Shane into a facelock as he does. Lawson fires a couple of right hands into the midsection of McCloud, the third blow sending McCloud back a couple of steps. Lawson then runs across the ring, rebounding off the ropes but as he turns, he gets caught with a flying forearm smash! Lawson's head snaps back, which likely only does more damage to his neck. McCloud then gets back to his feet, he pulls Shane back up as well and sets him up for the Modified Fisherman's Driver, Connor then goes to lift Shane up, but his back won't let him! Connor tries a second time, this time he gets Shane off the mat momentarily, but not all the way. Third time does indeed prove to be the charm, it's done quicker than usual, not as clean but Lawson is driven into the mat with the Ego Death! Connor lays on the mat, sharp pains clearly running up his spine but he makes the cover on Lawson, hoping this one is over.

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Chambers: Here is your winner... CONNOR McCLOUD!!!

'Lay My Burden Down' plays once more, Connor slowly getting back up to his feet. He's handed the VWA Pure Championship, he looks at it and then hoists it above his head, sparking cheers from the crowd.

Flash: Connor McCloud pulling off a huge win!

Leppard: Might have broken Lawson's neck too, god I hope he did...

Suddenly, his music cuts and at first he doesn't seem to notice, all he hears are the cheers of the fans. Then a familiar voice can be heard through the arena.

Reign: Listen to that, you people actually want to cheer for that man?

Connor turns around towards the stage, Blood Reign isn't on the stage, but instead he's on the screen. Connor looks at the screen, then he looks around the building as if expecting him to appear from out of no where.

Reign: Calm down Connor, tonight I'll let you walk away with your victory. I suggest you cherish this final act of mercy, this final opportunity for you to stand before those people as Pure Champion...Because your days as Pure Champion, are numbered. Did you think I was going to give it up so easily Connor, do you think I would be satisfied in just injuring you? No Connor, I want to make sure you have nothing. That's all you deserve to have, you don't deserve to hold that belt. You think you've ended my era, you think that your career is back on track..My era hasn't ended, your career is just clinging to it's final moments of spotlight. I'm coming for that Pure Championship, when we meet again I will be walking away as the VWA Pure Champion once again. That belt is the foundation for every lie you feed those people, the same people that cheer you because they're too stupid to realize what a liar you are.

Boos fill the arena, Blood Reign smirks a bit, shaking his head.

Reign: I'm not fooled so easily Connor, I see through your every lie, I see the real Connor McCloud...I see what lies within you, the man that is waiting to be unleashed and soon he will be seen. I'm going to put you in a situation where you need to rely on violence, then people will see that you're every bit as sick as I am Connor. Next time you pick up a chair, you won't hesitate..You won't stop yourself, you'll pull the trigger and you'll destroy your own hypocrisy. You think you proved something here tonight? That you proved some sense of dominance in that match? You want to see what the real Pure Champion can do, Connor? Then I suggest you watch what happens to Steven Sands tonight, I suggest you watch closely because what I do to Sands...Is only a small taste of the pain that awaits you, the suffering that is looming in your distance. Next time we meet Connor, you'll be lucky if a detached retina is all you have to deal with. That belt will be mine again, it will come at the expense of your career. You can no longer pollute my company with your lies, there is no room for you any more Connor. The Era of Pure Violence hasn't ended...It's only just begun, there's nothing you can do to stop it.

Blood Reign laughs, then the picture on the screen changes back to the image in the ring. 'Lay My Burden Down' plays once more, Connor patting the faceplate for the VWA Pure Championship, his eyes still on the screen but he doesn't look scared...Instead, there seems to be a look of determination on his face. Connor is ready to prove Blood Reign wrong now, but tonight won't be his chance. The scene fades away to a commercial.

[Shane Lawson]

The scene opens up on the face of the VWA High Voltage Champion; he’s got a microphone up to his lips and as the camera pulls back we can see the VWA High Voltage Championship thrown proudly across his shoulder.

Sands: I asked for this time right now for a reason and it’s not to gloat like many of you assumed it would be, I’m sure. No i asked for this time for a number of reasons and while one does have to do with my match at Purgatory, it’s got nothing to do with bragging about walking out Champion. Because I almost didn’t. At Purgatory Billy Hush came for revenge that he deserved and he came for a title that he felt was his; he walked away with one and as we can all see, yeah he didn’t quite pull the other one off. But he did leave with something else, something that regardless of what he’s done and who he’s beaten in this industry he hadn’t fucking earned until that very night, until that match; a match that will undoubtedly go down as one of the most brutal of my careers. You know wearing a leash makes you feel like an animal and as we saw in his promo he’s got a lot of animal in him- just like I do. I’m the VWA High Voltage Champion because I’m capable of violence that few could even dream of and while many can imagine the sick fantasies that swirl around in my head... I’m willing to carry them. I torture people to keep this belt and Billy Hush tortured me to try and take it; he tested me like no other man ever has and for that he may not have walked away Champion but he left Madison Square Garden with my fucking respect. And if what he says is true and we truly are done, then I’m glad that he could at least leave our war, taking that from me because Billy Hush is a fucking man, he’s a fucking warrior, as far as I’m concerned he’s a Champion without a title and his career is far from over.

To that same token it looks like Blood Reigns is just getting started and he wants to really make an impact at my expense. Just like all the rest have wanted since the day I made my name in this company and guess what Blood Reign? My name still stands taller than all of them, even to this day. You want to be the next Brennan Knight, you want to beat me and build a career from it? Then good luck to you because walking into a match with me under the impression that I’m living a fantasy is stepping into the fight of your life with your head up your ass. Am I 100%? Fuck am I ever? I’m the High Voltage Champion, I don’t get that right. I’ve learned to stop caring about my health and focus on the match; I can beat you, I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again; the better man is going to walk out of this match victorious tonight and the mere fact that you dropped your cup-of-coffee title reign right back to Connor McCloud says everything I need to know. Feel free to chase that title though, keep your head down, shoot for the goals you know you can achieve and leave the real challenges to people that have what it takes to be at the top; it’ll earn you a nice mid-card reputation like it has now but what it’s not going to earn you is anyone’s fucking respect. I know it won’t get you mine. You want mine? Beat it out of me because I’m stepping into a match with a man that calls himself a monster and all I can think about is my next title defense.

Jamie Lockheart may have just come back Blood Reign but he still means more than you ever will. Have fun being a speed bump on my path to greatness because while you’re groveling for another title shot; I’m knocking off challengers left and right. As a Champion, as a man holding a belt and redefining an industry and most importantly... as a man that can actually defend his title.

You should try it some time.

The scene fades back to ringside where the announcers are reacting to Sands words.

Flash: First he shows unprecedented respect to Hush... then he goes all egotrip on Blood Reign, I don’t understand Steven Sands.

Leppard: That’s because his awesomeness operates at a frequency you can’t hear.

Flash: Well, awesome or not, he may end up eating those words when he gets in the ring with Blood Reign now.

Leppard: His words? No, he may end up eating his fucking teeth, tongue and vocal folds. Those are awesome words Sands may not even live to regret. Mark My Words.

Chambers: The following non-title singles contest is scheduled for one fall!

The fans are hushed until ‘King Nothing’ hits and then they begin to show their hatred for the newest monster to hit the ring in VWA. Blood Reign steps out onto the ramp void of the title he once had but still oozing with the same confidence; along with an evil glint in his eyes that makes it very clear that he forsees great violence in his future... and is clearly looking forward to it.

Chambers: Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 275 pounds... BLOOD REIGN!!!

The fans continue to boo and Blood Reign continues not to give a fuck about them even as red pyro blasts off behind him on his way to the ring. When he reaches ringside he climbs onto the apron and gets into the ring by going over the ropes, shooting the crowd a hateful glare in the middle of his entrance.

Flash: Think Blood Reign’s upset with his title loss?

Leppard: I think by the end of this match, Steven Sands is going to be upset with Blood Reign’s title loss. That answer your question?

’You Eclipsed By Me’ takes over ‘King Nothing’ and the boos continue as the arrogant smirk of the man that still holds the VWA High Voltage Championship appears on stage with the title in tow. Sands has the belt thrown over his shoulder and shakes his head at the fans and the man waiting for him in the ring before he holds his gold up mockingly.

Chambers: His opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is The VWA High Voltage Champion, the Golden Reality... STEVEN SANDS!!!

At the mere mention of his name the crowd gets louder with their boos and Sands pats the title before he sets off to the ring, golden pyro sparkling up from the edges of the ramp as he descends it on his way to the ring. He slides into the ring once he reaches ringside and then holds up his title again before handing it off to the ref, calling Blood Reign on tauntingly as he soaks up the boos of the fans.

Leppard: I’m a big fan of both of these guys but I’m worried for Sands tonight.

Flash: He’s a pro so he’ll try and hide it but you have to know he’s all banged up after Purgatory. His body certainly gives him away, that much is for sure and now we’re going to see just how much it can take so soon after that Dog Collar match with Hush.

*DING DING DING*

The bell sounds and the match has begun; Sands runs at Blood Reign looking for a Dropkick to the knees right off the start but Reign shifts to the side and Sands finds himself sliding into nothing. His monster of an opponent tries to stomp him out of his tracks but instead he slides all the way out to the floor, calling Blood Reign out to deal with him there. Knowing he’s got the advantage on the floor Blood Reign climbs through the ropes and gets cut off with a Dropkick right while he’s in the middle. The blow stalls Reign and Sands pops right back up, leaping on his opponent and driving him down head-first into the apron, stunning him as Sands falls down to the floor. He picks himself up favoring his back and his neck as he does and laying into Blood Reign with the Sandstorm with four kicks to the head before he pulls back and nails the Yakuza Kick to the side of the skull, shaking the monster’s body before he rolls him back in and covers.

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Barely a one count comes down as Blood Reign powers him off and pushes up to a knee, only to have Sands rebound with a Shining Wizard and cover again.

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Another one count comes down and is quickly interrupted yet again as Blood Reign shoves Sands off him with so much power he sends him stumbling out of the ring and down to the floor. Blood Reign gives his head a shake, pushing slowly back up to his feet, clearly rattled from the pointed assault of the VWA High Voltage Champion. On the outside Sands dusts himself off and leaps onto the apron once more, he runs down to the side and climbs to the top rope, watching as Blood Reign finally gets some footing. As soon as the monster raises his head, Sands leaps off the top and grabs onto him looking for a Diving Tornado DDT that plants his skull in the mat; he gets caught though and instead Blood Reign hoists him over his head, throwing him over the top rope and crashing all the way hard onto the floor.

Flash: Sands coming here with a hell of a strategy to catch the big man off guard and for a while it was working.

Leppard: We’ve seen him use it against Fagento in the past and come out victorious to boot.

Flash: Yeah but he got caught here and Blood Reign made him pay for it; Sands hadn’t done enarly enough damage to go that high-risk against a man in the state that Blood Reign’s in.

Leppard: He’s pissed off, he’s vicious, he’s a force and now Sands is gonna pay for whatever offense he may have just got in. Period.

Giving his head another shake, Blood Reign takes a couple seconds to collect himself as the ref starts counting and Sands continues to roll around in pain.

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Sands pushes himself up onto all fours and Blood Reign stumbles over to the ropes, climbing over them and onto the apron.

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He stares down Sands and drops off the apron, walking over to him to grab on and throw him head-first into the steel steps.

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Blood Reign walks over and lifts his boot up, pressing it into Sands’ throat and choking him against the steel.

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Sands struggles to break free but Blood Reign tires of his attempts and grabs onto him Bealing him off the steel where his spine smacks the floor hard and every vein in his body stands out as he cries in pain.

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He walks over to Sands and gives him a mocking kick to the head before he leans down and yanks him up to his knees and inbetween his own.

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He yanks Sands up into a Powerbomb position and runs down ringside, driving Sands’ spine and the back of his head into the steel ring post.

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Blood Reign drops Sands body down across his chest and drives him into the steel one last time before he throws him back in to ring threw the middles ropes and slides in himself just at the very last second. He falls over Sands with all his weight for a merciful cover.

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Sands leg fumbles over the bottom rope and the ref stops the count; Blood Reign shoots him a vile look and the ref desperately holds his hands up in innocence. Snarling the former Pure Champion turns from the frightened ref and back to Sands who he drags by the hair into the corner for a vile stomping.

Leppard: Damn, he is fucking Sands up in a huge way...

Flash: Sands went through a much more brutal match than Blood Reign at Purgatory and the former VWA Pure Champion is taking full advantage.

Leppard: Yeah that Dog Collar match was savage, Flashy but the beating Blood Reign’s putting on Sands would cripple any man at 100% don’t make the man excuses.

Flash: I’m not making any excuses for anyone; Sands came in here injured but nowhere near helpless, like he is right now. Blood Reign is toying with his prey and normally I’d advise against that but right now he can pretty much do whatever the fuck he wants. I’m not gonna tell him not to...

He yanks him up to his feet blasts him with a series of brutal back-elbows in the corner, which Sands tries to fight off by getting a boot to his opponent’s head; Blood Reign staggers back from the blow and comes rushing forward with a crushing Corner Clothesline, being dragged off the ropes by his now limp arm. Blood Reign grabs him by the back of the head and displays his behemoth strength by Chokeslamming him down face-first into the top turnbuckle and then taking his head off with a Big Boot as soon as he bounces off. Sands hits the ground immediately, grabbing for the ropes from the very second he can; knocked for a loop and pawing his way desperately down the side of the ring as Blood Reign stalks in pursuit. Sands reaches up and grabs onto the middle rope, his body almost shaking as he pulls for the top, getting himself up to his shakey feet; the blows to the skull obviously blurring his vision he paws in front of him with one hand while the other clutches his tortured spine. He finally reaches the other side of the ring and Blood Reign reminds him where he is with a Northern Lariat that sends Sands flying over the top and crashing back down to the floor in a sick victimized, screaming pile. Blood Reign grabs onto the ropes with both hands and leans over, admiring his handiwork as the ref begins to count once more.

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Sands groans in pain as he clutches his head and his spine, shaking his head as he tries to clear it and figure out what’s going on.

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Sands reaches out in front of him from his stomach, clutching at air as Blood Reign lets out a cruel chuckle.

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Sands turns himself around and starts crawling towards the ring; collapsing from the effort and falling back down to the floor, clutching his back and screaming in pain.

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Sands is panting as he slams his fists into the floor, crawling towards the apron with Blood Reign still looking on unconcerned.

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Sands reaches out and grabs for the apron, finding nothing and stumbling forward flat on his face; the wicked grin on Blood Reign’s face only growing further.

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Sands reaches out again and gets the apron this time, pulling his body forward and against it, nodding his head in congratulations while Blood Reign sarcastically claps for his effort.

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Sands feebly pulls himself up and slides under the ropes and back into the ring before the final count; he’s greeted by a brutal stomp to the back of the head by Blood Reign who reaches down, grabs onto his arm and drags his helpless body to the center of the ring, kicking his corpse over for the pin.

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Somehow Sands barely kicks out before the count of three and Blood Reign slightly shakes his head as he pushes back up to his feet.

Flash: I’ll be honest, I thought it was over there, twice; I didn’t see Sands getting back in the ring and then I didn’t see him kicking out. He did both and after what he’s suffered, that’s damn impressive.

Leppard: Impressive? You want to talk impressive, lets talk about Blood Reign; the man running right through the fucking High Voltage Champion. And Sands had the nerve to call this guy a fluke.

Flash: When you suddenly experience the success Blood Reign has there’s a lot of questions that arise about you. I think it’s safe to say he’s answering those questions right now.

Leppard: You think? He’s carving the fucking answers into Sands’ ass, I can read them from here- DONT FUCK WITH BLOOD REIGN. For once, I’m going to listen.

The former VWA Pure Champion drags Sands up to his feet- where he can barely stand- and buries a knee in his gut just for the sheer enjoyment of punishing his near-lifeless opponent. He throws him another knee and then whips him hard across the ring and into the turnbuckle; Sands makes violent contact and sleepwalks out as Blood Reign comes running at him with another Big Boot. Sands drops down though- out of choice or exhaustion it’s hard to tell- and Blood Reign gets his leg caught up over the top rope, crotching himself. Sands crawls frantically across the ring towards the ropes and pulls himself up just as Blood Reign starts pulling himself off, clearly in pain. Sands gets his feet up under him and runs in nailing his opponent with a Turnbuckle Dropkick straight to the face. Blood Reign’s rocked and Sands is running on adrenaline; holding onto his back he pulls himself up and nails another Turnbuckle Dropkick square to the face and rolls up to his feet to blast Blood Reign with another. The big man is on dream street from the heavy blows but Sands is taking his time, using his one arm to pull himself to his feet with the ropes; he nails a Running Knee to the side of Blood Reign’s head and drags the thick carcass out of the corner towards the center of the ring, hooking him for the Golden Reality Check. Blood Reign breaks free with another savage knee and grabs onto Sands lifting him up for Paradise Lost; on the trip up though Sands rakes Blood Reign’s eyes, making him drop him back to the mat. Sands lands awkward, bumping into the ref and the second Blood Reign turns around he eats a huge Lowblow Kick and then gets planted into the mat with the Golden Reality Check. Exhausted, Sands rolls Blood Reign over and as the ref recovers and makes his way over, Sands covers for the win.

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Sands doesn’t move once, the ref signals mercifully for the bell as ‘King Nothing’ blares, the fans boo uncontrollably now and Blood Reign refuses to look away from his kill.

Chambers: Here is your winner... BLOOD REIGN!!!

Leppard: Ya think?

Flash: Yeah... I do. Ladies and Gentlemen that’s the VWA High Voltage Champion, laying lifeless at the hands of possibly the most dangerous man in all of professional wrestling right now. Blood Reign is no joke.

Leppard: And he’s no fucking fluke either. DAMN.

The scene fades to commercial with Blood Reign still staring down at Sands, grinning wickedly.

[Shane Lawson]

The scene opens backstage to show Kaji Fireson making his way down the hallway, looking ready for his main event match that's coming up really soon. He looks determined, which is saying a lot given his recent loss record. He suddenly stops though, as Shane Lawson steps out in front of him, still in pain from his match before. Kaji stops and looks over at him, confused.

Lawson: Hey... I just wanted to make sure you know what you're getting into out there tonight. You know this match has something to do with what my father's got planned for you, right?

Fireson: Yes... and I also know that it's not going to stop me from giving everything I've got out in that ring tonight. You don't need to worry about me.

Lawson nods, respecting the fact that Fireson's confident in himself, but he can't help but speak up again, just to make sure that Kaji's on the right level of reality.

Lawson: Just don't forget what Jude's done to you thus far, and what Kennylz is capable of in that ring. You're not walking into just any other match tonight.

Fireson lets out a sigh as he shakes his head from side to side, patting Lawson on the shoulder lightly as he responds to what he's said.

Fireson: Look, Shane... if I needed your help, I'd ask for it. But I'm not asking. So kindly worry about your own thing, and I'll worry about whatever your dad's got in store for me, alright?

Lawson nods, understanding that no matter what he says... it's not going to get through to Fireson. Kaji walks off screen, readying himself for his upcoming match, as the scene fades from Lawson's worried face to a commercial for Crisis of Faith.



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: This is it, Jordan. It's the moment we've all been waiting for. The main event of the night is next, and I couldn't be more excited.

Leppard: Trust me... no one's been waiting for what's about to happen. Kaji Fireson is going to get his ass kicked... and the world is going to watch.

Flash: I have faith in Kaji, and his ability to defy the odds. So if you want to sit there and insult him, be my guest... but I'll have no part of it.

Leppard: Good! What would be the fun in insulting him if you agreed with me? That'd like... take all the fun out of it. Hoser!

Chambers: The following main event contest is scheduled for one fall!

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. 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 and he looks confident and ready.

Chambers: Introducing first, from Savannah, Georgia, weighing in at 240 pounds, The Phoenix... KAJI FIRESON!!!

Flash: Well... no one can say that Kaji Fireson isn't coming into this match with everything he's got... that's for damn sure. He looks ready to do what it takes to win this match.

Leppard: Yeah... except he won't. I'm no Erick Kennylz fan... but I don't think there's a damn thing Kaji can do to win this thing, Flashy. Not a damn thing.

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. 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 World Heavyweight Champion. Fireson stands in the middle of the ring and takes a deep breath, as the arena falls to a hush.

Leppard: Now the street rat comes out, and we can get this night overwith. Honestly... whoever booked this match has some serious explaining to do.

Flash: It was probably Jude or Armanno. Why don't you go try and tell them how stupid you think their ideas are, hm? No? Didn't fucking think so.

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, complete with The VWA World Heavyweight Championship slung around his waist. Fireson nods at him from the ring, as the fans continue to go crazy with cheers, much as they did for Kaji.

Chambers: His opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is The VWA World Heavyweight Champion, Royalty In Exile... ERICK KENNYLZ!!!

Flash: A warm reaction for The VWA World Heavyweight Champion here tonight, that's for damn sure. These fans are going to have a hell of a night after this match is done.

Leppard: Well that won't take very long to happen... given who's in the ring. Kennylz may be a douche, but he's going to wipe the floor with Kaji... easily.

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 comes face to face with Fireson, as he pats his World Heavyweight Championship, grinning maniacally as he does. Erick hands it off to a crew member as the fans die down.

Leppard: I think Kennylz just mocked Kaji for being unable to gain Championship opportunities from now on, and if that's the case... I may have just become an Erick Kennylz fan.

Flash: The reasons that you like people will never cease to amaze me... you know that? Just when I think you can't get any lower... you do.

Fireson and Kennylz pace back and forth in the ring, readying themselves for their match, as the fans continue to go crazy and the ref calls for the bell.

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Kennylz ducks under The Blazing Kick and hits the ropes, coming back at Kaji and lifting his knee up, quickly taking him to the mat with The Boston Massacre! The fans gasp as Erick reaches over, hooking Fireson's leg, and spelling the end for him.

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'Livin In Exile' hits the speakers and the fans are erupting in a mixed reaction. Kennylz sits up and slides out of the ring as Tamzin does her thing.

Chambers: Here is your winner... ERICK KENNYLZ!!!

Leppard: See... what did I tell you? It's not like it's rocket science. Kaji Fireson simply can't hang out in the main event. It's pathetic that he continues to try.

Flash: No... what's pathetic is that you continue to ridicule him. That's what's pathetic. Try growing a pair of balls and acting like a man for once in your life.

Kennylz grabs The VWA World Heavyweight Championship and makes his way up the ramp way, leaving The Phoenix in the ring, shaking his head from side to side. He takes a deep breath as he stays on his hands and knees, clutching his neck as he does.

Flash: Well... Kaji's obviously not too happy about his loss here tonight. He did almost have it though, that's for sure. He shouldn't be too down on himself.

Leppard: Almost doesn't cut it, Flashy. This isn't horse shoes. Kaji Fireson failed... again. And he's going to continue to fail until the cows come home.

Kaji rolls onto his hands and knees and pounds on the mat, frustrated as Kennylz stands on the stage, shaking his head from side to side. He thrusts The VWA World Heavyweight Championship high in the air, garnering one last cheering reaction from the crowd before disappearing behind the curtains. Kaji sits up, leaning against the ropes, as the fans are going silent. All until 'Remedy' hits the speakers and they immediately start to boo insanely loud.

Flash: Oh for the love of-- What the hell does Jude Lawson want with Kaji Fireson now?! Hasn't he done enough to make his life hell?! This is just... pathetic.

Leppard: Maybe... he's going to fire him! Oh! Wouldn't that just be amazing, Flashy?! No more Kaji Fireson?! I hope that's what he's out here for.

Sure enough, from behind the curtains comes Jude Lawson with a sickening grin on his face and a microphone in his hand. Fireson looks up at him with a scowl on his face and clutches the back of his neck, as the music cuts and Jude wastes no time at all getting to his point.

Jude: Please... Kaji, there's no need to get up. What I have to say to you is going to be short and sweet. Now... in case you haven't been paying attention to your shortcomings as of late, allow me to refresh your memory. You... are quite possibly the biggest failure to ever step foot inside a VWA ring. You've blown chance after chance after chance of making yourself worth something, and every single time you get more chances to right those wrongs. Are you following me so far, Kaji?

Jude paces back and forth on the stage, shaking his head as the fans in the arena continue to boo him, obviously not a fan of the way he's bullying Fireson.

Jude: When you lost at Purgatory, and threw all hopes of ever getting a shot at another VWA Championship again right out the window... I knew there was something that needed to be done. I told myself... that Kaji Fireson needs a push in the right direction. He can't just be handed opportunities... he's got to be forced to take them, and that's why tonight... I'm going to offer you the chance of a lifetime!

Flash: What the hell is Jude talking about? Whatever it is... I'm not sure I want to know, given who's involved in it.

Leppard: That might make it that much more interesting though, Flashy. How about we just shut up and let this run it's course.

Jude stops in the center of the stage and looks down at Kaji with a grin on his face, as Fireson looks up at him, obviously not very impressed with what he's hearing.

Jude: I'm going to offer you the chance to join me. That's right, Kaji. The chance to rid yourself of all the pain... all the suffering... and all the stipulations I've placed on you over the past couple of weeks. If you join my army, Fireson... I'm going to make your wildest dreams come true. You don't have to like it... you don't have to agree with it. All you have to do... is what you're told, and at Crisis of Faith... I'll give you what every man in the back strives for; a shot at The VWA World Heavyweight Championship.

Flash: WHAT?! DID JUDE LAWSON JUST OFFER TO GIVE KAJI FIRESON A SHOT AT THE VWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP AT CRISIS OF FAITH?!

Leppard: ...yes. Yes he did. But WHY?!

Jude smirks wickedly as the fans in the arena go insane with cheers. Jude grins as he looks down at Fireson and spouts out his final words for the night, not even giving Kaji a chance to respond.

Jude: No need to hurry with your answer, Kaji. Just... think about it. You may not like me... but I know what that belt means to you and your peers. Trust me, it's an offer... you can't refuse.

Jude drops his mic and 'Remedy' hits the speakers, causing the fans to continue to go insane at the news they've just heard. Fireson stands in the ring, shocked at the choice he's been given, as Rapture comes to a close.

Biggest Pop:
Erick Kennylz
Kaji Fireson
Connor McCloud
Billy Hush

Biggest Heat:
Jude Lawson
Blood Reign
Paige Michaels
Brennan Knight

©2009 VWA Rapture
All Rights Reserved
A Misfit of Society Production

[The Hush]

I know that the Main Event isn't in yet, but I do have to comment on this show, even if it is only brief.

Shane is sick. Crazy sick from what I hear and while VWA is certainly not a one-man show by any stretch, it is he that puts the show together and keeps it running and if he can do that, and with the combined efforts of the Brain Trust put something like this up on time with only one thing missing then I say it deserves commenting on.

Excellent show. Excellent matches. Not as OMG-worthy in terms of twists as some of the others, but the Kaji announcement certainly adds a whole new level of intrigue to Crisis of Faith.

Shane. Get well soon.

[Kris]

Alrighty, so this review is... definitely more rambly than the other two. Blame a lack of sleep and a hectic, hectic schedule. And maybe a little too much stress... damnable moving. >.> Anyway! With that being said, enjoy.


In which Kris rambles and goes on a bunch of tangents that may or may not make sense.

Huh... maybe if I keep doing this, I could expand it into an OOC Podcast or somethin'. We'll just have to see, I guess.