Intro footage plays the likes of Sepultura’s “Bloody Roots”, showing various snippets from bouts with Clarkson, G-Man, Bonez, The Van X BoyZ, and many others. The scene fades from the regular action footage to the likes of large, aging tree. The camera zooms in on the ground, tunneling us beneath the ground, showing the entwined roots going several feet deep. The thudding of a heartbeat can be heard slightly, as we meet the end of the tunneled roots, weeping blood down into the form of letters, “Back to the Bloody Roots”. The scene fades again, this time we enter the arena…The Canadian fans are already roaring with excitement, anticipation sets thick in the air tonight. The camera pans passed the fans, showing the capacity crowd in it’s entirety. The camera swings around in a circle, before stopping at the banner clad commentator’s booth, sitting near to ringside. Behind the table, Tony Lockton stands up to turn around and acknowledge the fans cheering bend him. He waves at the fans, as Cody “Mother Fuckin” Prime staggers into the picture. He raises his fists in the air, shouting with excitement.

T.L: These Canadian fans are going to see a great show tonight! Here we are, folks! “Made of Glass: Back to the Bloody Roots” has promised to be the best hardcore wrestling pay per view to hit the airwaves!

Cody Prime throws his headset on, slapping Tony on the shoulder as he smiles.

C.P: It’s good to fuckin’ be here!

T.L: [holding his earpiece] While our pre-show aired, we had technical problems. We promised to show you live footage of a confrontation in the backstage area. But, folks, here it is! Right now, you’ll get to see what unfolded just a few short moments ago!

C.P: And I still can’t fucking believe what happened!

[The previously recorded footage kicks in:] Jeremy “Repent”Clarkson is shown walking around the back of the arena, obviously having a lot on his mind. Seconds later, Maddog walks up behind Clarkson, grabbing him by the arm and stopping him. Clarkson turns around, as the two look eye to eye.

MADDOG: So, tonight’s the night. You gonna tell us your choice soon?

CLARKSON: I don’t know, man.

MADDOG: I don’t want to have to choose for you, man.

Clarkson pulls out a wad of cash from his pants pocket. He sticks it out, as Maddog reluctantly takes it. Clarkson starts to backstep as Maddog looks confused.

CLARKSON: Sorry man. But....it’s just.....Blood is thicker than water man.

MADDOG: Blood?

CLARKSON: Yeah man. I hope you understand.

MADDOG: Yeah, I understand. Fully.

Maddog puts the money in his pocket, watching Clarkson walk away slowly.

T.L: It seems as if….Clarkson has made his choice!

C.P: We’ll just see if he made the right fuckin’ choice in siding with Bonez!

T.L: I’m speechless, folks! I….guess we can head down to the ring for our first bout!

C.P: Fuck, Clarkson has sided with Bonez and you want to get to the ring?!

T.L: First off tonight, we the likes of Acid. Who had recently been putting out challenges to the champ, Clarkson. We’ll just have to see if he has what it takes!

C.P: Don’t make me fuckin’ laugh! This guy hasn’t proven jackshit…fuck…I wouldn’t piss on that retard if he was on fire…

A short video clip plays on the monitors around the arena, showing the assembly of the steel cage minutes prior to the pay per view. The scene cuts to the ring, where the wrestlers are already inside the steel structure, awaiting instruction from the referee. The referee exchanges a few words with Johnny Psycho, while Acid makes his move. Acid rushes toward the men, grabbing the referee by the shoulders from behind, pulling him out of the way. The referee staggers out of the way, while Acid thrusts his fist across Psycho’s face. Johnny Psycho stumbles backward with his arms flailing along the way. Acid takes a few steps forward, grabbing Psycho by the head and running him across the ring toward the turnbuckle. Acid rams Psycho’s forehead against the turnbuckle cover, using that as an open invitation to turn him around to inflict more damage. Acid stomps at Psycho’s midsection, bringing him down to a crouched over position. Acid leans over Psycho, grabbing a trash can that had been secured over the turnbuckle. Quickly, Acid tears the trash can away from the turnbuckle, then proceeds to send it swinging down across the back of Johnny Psycho’s cranium!

C.P: Acid ain’t fuckin’ around. He’s here for biz-nass!

Acid holds onto Psycho’s head with both hands, pulling him away from the turnbuckle. Within seconds, Acid runs Psycho head first toward the ropes, slinging him head first through the middle and top rope! CHING! The steel cage rattles as Johnny Psycho’s forehead rakes the chain-link fencing with authority. Psycho stumbles around in a full circle, meeting a stiff jab to the chin from Acid. Psycho falls backward, knocking the back of his head off the mat. Acid makes his move to the small pile of “plunder” laying next to the flipped over garbage can. He rummages through the pile, picking up a bottle from the mess. Psycho somehow gets back up to his feet, as Acid slowly makes his way over. Johnny Psycho staggers to the left, seemingly dazed from Acid’s fisticuffs. Acid takes a few slow steps to gain force into a short dash, swinging the bottle in a motion similar to that of a baseball pitcher. THUD! The bottle clashes with the top of Johnny Psycho’s skull!

T.L: That bottle didn’t break, folks.

Psycho side steps a few feet, with an expression similar to if he were hit with a ton of bricks. A sick smile grows on Acid’s face, as he grabs Psycho by the head, leading the bottle across his head one last time. The glass shatters on impact, sending a small shower of green shards across the canvas. Psycho falls to his knees, as the blood begins to become visible as it drains down from his scalp toward his forehead. Johnny Psycho wobbles a bit, slamming face first against the canvas – leaving a nice little accumulated puddle of crimson!

T.L: Acid is making his way around to the turnbuckle, going for another trash can full of weapons! Acid climbs the turnbuckle, reaching up to grab the elevated trash can. He peers inside of it, making sure to handle it with care as he pulls it down.

T.L: This is going to far already! Stop this match!

C.P: Fuck, let ‘em kill each other!

The camera zooms in on Acid, as he pulls a bundle of light tubes out of the trash can. Duct tape is wrapped around the dozen or so light tubes, bringing a glimmer to Acid’s eye.

T.L: LIGHT TUBES?!

C.P: [sigh] Yes, dipshit, light tubes!

Acid walks across the ring, laying the light tubes down just as he leans over to pick Johnny Psycho up off the mat. Psycho can barely stand after being beaten to a bloody pulp with a beer bottle minutes before. Acid grabs onto Psycho’s chin, slapping him across the cheek. Psycho’s head thrusts to the side, but Acid isn’t done there. He pulls Psycho’s head down and hooks him in a front face-lock. The referee turns his head after seeing the blood dripping off the top of Psycho’s head, just before Acid lifts up on Psycho’s head. Acid grabs Psycho by the jeans, lifting him into the air, dropping back into a high d-d-t onto the tubes! BOOM! The tubes explode in unison under the weight of Psycho’s skull cracking across the them!

T.L: Call this match, ref! He’s done!

C.P: I’d say stick a fuckin’ fork in him…but he looks like he ain’t done yet…there’s still blood spurting out of his fuckin’ skull!

Acid rolls over, wiping bits and pieces of broken glass away from his forearm. Psycho throws his hands over his head, placing his right palm over the top of his head.

T.L: He has to be hurt!

Acid sits up and starts to his feet, making his move toward the trash can one last time. Slowly, he reaches into the can, pulling out a somewhat large plastic bag from inside of it, taking the trash can with him. He makes his way toward the turnbuckle, stopping about seven feet away, dropping the trash can by his feet. He tears the plastic bag open, emptying over a thousand thumb-tacks across the slightly dented steel! Acid points to Johnny Psycho as the crowd goes wild after seeing the thumb-tacks being introduced into the contest. Acid makes his way over to Psycho, peeling him off the canvas. Acid lets Psycho stagger around on his own will, before he back hands him across the side of the mouth. Johnny Psycho lowers his head, diving forward at Acid. As Psycho falls, Acid grabs Psycho’s arm and pulls him into a short-arm, ducking down and lifting him onto his shoulders. Acid takes full advantage of the fireman’s carry, making his way over to the turnbuckle in a slow manner. He steps up on the bottom rope with one foot, followed by the other. He struggles, but he stands up fully on the second rope!

T.L: This looks like the end of Johnny Psycho!

Acid leans away from the turnbuckle while trying to spring himself away from the ropes! Acid hits the air, thrusting Psycho off of his shoulders with a DEATH VALLEY DRIVER onto a trash can! The trash can crumbles on impact with thumb-tacks flying up into the air! Acid brushes some of the thumb-tacks off of his chest, flipping his body on top of Psycho’s. The referee slaps the canvas, ONE……..TWO…….THREE! Psycho lifts his head, showing thumb-tacks covering the top of his head, along with several sections of his forehead. The camera zooms in, but only catches a slight glance of the carnage, before Psycho flops his head back down to the canvas. UWWF officials hit the ring immediately, going in the direction of both men with a barrage of white towels.

T.L: Acid walked away with victory, tonight folks! After defeating Cyrus in his last match, Acid is now on a roll!

The steel cage is lifted, as both men still lay inside the ring.

T.L: Acid looks exhausted! He just took Johnny Psycho to the limit!

Out of nowhere, Clarkson comes sliding in the ring. He is holding the UWWF championship belt in his hand, while Acid fights to his feet, with help of UWWF Officials. Some officials turn their attention to the King of Hardcore and Clarkson charges after him. Acid turns his attention to be met in the cranium with a shot from the UWWF title! Acid falls to the canvas and Clarkson drops the belt and climbs on him. Clarkson begins to punch Acid repeatedly in the face, while yelling at him. Clarkson stands to his feet, grabbing acid by the hair. Acid stands to his feet, where Clarkson slaps him across the face. Acid swings at Clarkson who blocks the punch, then kicks him in the gut. Clarkson grabs Acid, then throws him into the ringpost,with his shoulder slamming against it. Clarkson climbs out of the ring, grabbing a chair. Throwing the chair into the ring, Clarkson slides in going immediately for Acid. Officials try to stop Clarkson, but are just shoved away. Clarkson grabs Acid and lifts him upside down! The fans all look in shock, as Clarkson looks around, then hits THE FINAL JUDGMENT ON THE CHAIR! Acid crumbles up like an accordion in the ring, as Clarkson leans through the ropes and waves for a mic.

T.L: What the hell is he doing? This is terrible! Get this asshole out of the ring!

C.P.: Fuck him up! That bastard runs his mouth and trashtalks Clarkson or the AOW, this is what ya get! Kill him!

T.L.: Kill him? A little extreme aren't we?

C.P.: Fuck yeah! Kill him!

Clarkson grabs Acid by the back of the head and then leans into him. Breathing heavily, Clarkson looks deep into the glazed eyes of Acid.

CLARKSON: You want to cross paths with the King of Hardcore? You want to say you haven't gotten your break! Well, now you got it! You got your break! A Broken Fucking neck! And now you are another victim of me! Of the Apocalypse of Wrestling! And now, its time to dispose of you once and for all! A little runt like you isn't worth the airtime in here!

Clarkson throws down the mic, then rolls Acid towards the edge of the ring. Climbing out, Clarkson grabs Acid and carries him on his shoulders. Clarkson walks up the ramp waving off officials while he goes to the back behind the curtain.

C.P: Get a fucking camera! I gotta fuckin’ see this! This is amazing! Go Clarkson!

T.L: A camera? How about the police? Get them!

C.P: Shut up!

Clarkson walks through the back ignoring officials who are trying to stop him. Clarkson carries the lifeless Acid to a DUMPSTER!!! Clarkson reaches the dumpster, then gives Acid a spine-buster onto the concrete. His head slams off the cement ground and Clarkson laughs, as he lifts up the lid of the dumpster. Clarkson bends over and grabs Acid, picking him up. Clarkson gives a heave and DROPS ACID IN! Acid is now inside the dumpster. Clarkson smacks his hand in gratification, as he walks over and grabs a can of unidentified liquid. He opens the canister and dumps the liquid inside the dumpster! Officials stand around yelling, but Clarkson is laughing as he throws the canister in the dumpster. Walking away, some officials begin to start trying to retrieve Acid, but are quickly stopped when Clarkson comes back WITH MATCHES!! Clarkson laughs hard and the crowd boos heavily in the background, just as Clarkson lights a match. Holding the match, Clarkson looks at the flame, then does the unthinkable. HE TOSSES THE LIT MATCH IN THE DUMPSTER!!!! Flames immediately begin to spark when the match hits the fluid. Clarkson laughs, as he smacks the side of the dumpster, then walks away, leaving the dumpster and Acid on fire! Several crew members rush onto the scene with fire extinguishers in hand, shooting them off wildly into the dumpster.

C.P: Well, that’s what that little bitch deserved! Don’t fuck around in the kitchen, if you don’t want to get burnt!

T.L: Cody, you need to understand that he’s a human being. Not one man deserves anything like that!

C.P: He deserved an ass-kickin’ and Clarkson gave him one!

Tune in every week and see why Liberation is the greatest show on the mother fucking planet!

UWWF comes back from the commercial break. The Vice President of the UWWF, Mario C. is standing inside the ring with microphone in hand, leaning against a set of crutches. The camera scans around the arena to get some reactions from the fans of the UWWF. Some are cheering, while others boo, in disgust of VP Mario C. The camera swings around, catching a glimpse of the mass of security brought down to the ringside area by Mario, knowing that he may be rushed by any nemesis he may hold.

C.P: Welcome fucking back, bitches. Here we are at Made of Glass, “Back to the Blood Roots.”, our return to pay per fucking view!

T.L: VP Mario C. is standing inside the squared circle ready to make an announcement. Let’s go to the ring to see what he has to say.

Scene fades from the commentary table, then rejoins VP Mario C. inside the ring. The lights glisten on his head as sweat slowly forms on it.

VP Mario C.: Hello fans of the UWWF. How do you like the PPV thus far? (The crowd screams in agreement, as VP Mario C. waves his arms up and down getting the crowd more into it.) I agree, this show has been a success for most part thus far. But business is about to pick up real soon. Cause I got a major announcement concerning the fed. I want to introduce to you someone that made me who I am today. This person showed me the ropes of the ring, the skills to talk on this microphone, he also showed me how to be a better person all around. This person is a legend in the wrestling world, he has held numerous Championship belts in all the feds he has been in. Well enough of me talking about him, let me introduce you to……. (“Firestarter” by Prodigy begins to play over the PA system as VP Mario C. continues with the introduction.)… Derrick “Demon Hunter“ Hall.

The camera follows VP Mario C.’s hands as he points in the direction of the entrance ramp. The arena lights go out, as smoke fills the ramp area. First a white smoke, then red, followed by blue, then back to white. A figure stands behind the smoke for a minute, then slowly walks to the top of the ramp. The camera catches a glimpse of what the figure is wearing. A black hooded sweatshirt, which is covering his face, and black jeans. The figure jumps up and down a few times, then on the seventh jump fireworks start to go off. They start from the bottom of the ramp and then reach the top where the figure stands, about six fireworks shot off. Then the figure raises his hands and cautiously pulls away the hood from his sweatshirt, as he does this a seventh firework goes off, this one lights up the whole arena, revealing the face of the figure. Derrick “Demon Hunter“ Hall makes his way down towards the ring. He has a nose ring, with many other earrings types throughout his face, and has some tattoos that can be seen around his neck. None of this includes the body piercing, or tattoos hidden underneath his sweatshirt or pants. Derrick Hall reaches the ring, and stands on the apron with a slight smile on his face as he stares in the direction of VP Mario C.. VP Mario C. returns the smile from Derrick Hall with a smile of his own. Derrick jumps over the top rope right onto the turnbuckle, raises both arms into the sky and gets all of the crowd on their feet. Derrick jumps off the top turnbuckle and turns his attention to VP Mario C.. Derrick punches his heart, as he walks over to VP Mario C., they shake hands. Then VP Mario C. raises the microphone to his mouth, and commences on talking.

VP Mario C.: Ladies and gentleman, once again here is Derrick “Demon Hunter“ Hall!

The crowd cheers even louder than they were before. Some of the fans have even started a chant… “Demon Hunter, Demon Hunter, Demon Hunter.” This bringing another smile on the face of Derrick Hall.

VP Mario C.: Derrick, I’m going to take a seat down at the commentary booth and let you shine in the spotlight, because you deserve it.

VP Mario C. hands the microphone to Derrick Hall, and also gives him a brother type of hug. Derrick Hall scans the arena as the crowd’s cheer has now become deafening. Derrick tries to silent the crowd by lowering his hands, the crowd reacts and silences.

< b>Derrick: Wow! That is all I have to say to start this off. VP Mario C. thank you for the great introduction. I wasn’t expecting it, but thanks once again. Well as VP Mario C. said I’ve been in the wrestling business for along time now, I’ve taken sometime off for my music career, and yes I made VP Mario C. what he is today. I pushed the kid to the limits, made him work his ass off, showed him the ropes, gave him the respect that he needed. Now look at him, he is the VP of this very fed, the UWWF. But enough about him, onto me. You already know my name, let me give you some background information about myself. I’ve been in many feds; RWA, KaXw/ XCA, MWF, PCW, and now the UWWF. Championship titles that I have won… MWF Mayhem Champion, and RWA Hardcore Champ. But none of those titles or championships mean squat here in the UWWF. I’m here to make an impact, make people work their asses off, get respect from this younger generation of wrestlers. No one is safe, no title is secure, lives will be on the line all the time someone steps inside the squared circle with me.

Derrick Hall walks over to the part of the ring where the commentary table is. He points in the direction of VP Mario C..

Derrick: VP Mario C., do me a favor, send out some of your jobbers… how about three of them, so I can show your wrestlers in the back what I am capable of. VP Mario C. shakes his head in agreement, and then motions to the back. The theme music of the UWWF begins to play as three jobbers come pouring from the back. The three of the men jump into the ring, and pace around it, waiting for Derrick Hall to ready himself. Derrick drops the microphone to the outside of the ring, and lifts his sweatshirt off, revealing an almost completely covered body of artwork. The muscles on Derrick’s body scare his opponents, the smallest one cowers in the corner. The girls/ woman in the crowd begin to scream as if they just saw a “boy band concert.” Derrick goes over to the smallest jobber, and grabs him by the throat, and hurls him to the mat. The other two jobbers seeing this charge right at Derrick, Derrick turns around and gives a hellacious clothesline to both of them, sending them both hard to the mat. Derrick picks up the smaller man, and lifts him over his shoulder, in a FU position, and hurls him to the mat with such an impact that the man’s head bounces off the mat several times, before settling down, the man collapses. The other two men, seeing this get up from the mat and once again charge directly at Derrick. Derrick tosses the bigger one out of the way, and grabs the other one by the throat and does a modified choke slam to him. The last jobber jumps on Derrick’s back and tries to punch Derrick on the head. Derrick flips the man over his head and gives him a super spine buster. Derrick scans the ring, seeing the destruction that he has just caused. He points in the direction of VP Mario C., and has a sadistic smile of his face. Derrick does a 180, and turns his attention to the back. He puts his hand behind him, and waits for something. A crew member grabs the microphone of the floor and places it into Derrick’s hand.

Derrick: Let this be a warning to all in the back. I know these three were nothing but jobbers, but HELL, it would have been the same I were any of you from the back. You will see my dominance real soon, come HELL or high water, everyone will feel the wrath. The pain and suffering has only just begun.

Derrick drops the microphone to the mat, and takes one last look at VP Mario C. before walking up the ramp way to the back.

T.L: Well, he was trying to prove a point. Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall looks incredible, I can’t wait to see him in action!

C.P: There are a lot of men that you can’t wait to see in action…which brings me to a fuckin’ question….are you fuckin’ gay man?

T.L: EXCUSE ME!

“Big” Lee Levec and “Mr. Miraculous” Preston Terranova push past the curtain and take a few steps down the ramp. Preston Terranova makes an attempt to pump up the crowd by throwing his arms in the air. Levec looks on as his partner shows his cocky nature, but it doesn’t seem to help them win favoritism. All of a sudden the crowd lets out a huge roar, when we see Jazz and AWOL come rushing up from behind the Ultra-Force! AWOL hits a full force closeline to the back of Terranova’s head, knocking him to the floor in a heap!

T.L: AMBUSH!

C.P: I fuckin’ hate all four of these talent-lacking losers. As children, these fuckers should have been instructed by their parents to go play in heavy traffic.

T.L: Cody, this like that never happen.

C.P: Wanna bet? I used to have a brother…

T.L: Well, I guess I could be thankful for that…mishap.

C.P: I sure am, he was one annoying mother fucker.

As Cody Prime and Lockton talk leisurely, AWOL and Jazz are taking the fight to the tag-team they are supposed to be facing off against in the squared circle. Jazz has Levec’s arms propped behind the guardrail, opening him up for blows to the face. Punch after punch, Levec seems to be wearing down heavily. AWOL grabs Terranova by the back of the head and leads him to the side of the ramp that is elevated ten feet over the normal flooring of the arena. AWOL quickly switches his position, hooking his arm around Terranova’s head, leading into a short dash. AWOL jumps upward and dives forward, sending Terranova face first into the steel grating! CHING! Terranova’s face connects with the heavy steel with impact, forcing him to bounce up off the steel. Wearily, Terranova lifts his head off the grating, revealing a stream of blood coming from his nostrils.

C.P: Goddamn it! I was hoping to see those hug-ass bug-zappers!

T.L: You..actually wanted to watch..a wrestling match?

Jazz picks Levec up a few feet into the air with a body press, dropping him jaw first over the guardrail. Levec springs back up, but falls to his knees in an attempt to crawl away. Jazz jumps forward, sending the bottom of his boot across the back of Levec’s cranium! Levec falls flat across the floor, but Jazz leans over to grab the railing for stability as he sends several more brutal stomps to Jazz’s head! Meanwhile, AWOL drags Terranova to the right, bringing them both onto the side of the ramp. AWOL turns Terranova around and gives him a stiff kick to the midsection to double him over. Quickly, AWOL wraps both arms around Terranova’s waist, thrusting him into air with ease. Terranova flops up onto AWOL’s shoulders, as AWOL plants his feet at the edge of the steel grating. He peers down at the table below, as the fans begin chanting, “FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP!” AWOL shifts his hands up onto Terranova’s chest, using his arms to add more force to the release. AWOL growls wildly as he sends Terranova over the side of the ramp with a forceful release powerbomb!

T.L: No! He didn’t! He couldn’t!

C.P: He just fuckin’ did!

Terranova’s body sails downward, plummeting ten feet with his dead weight right through the middle of the table! The table explodes upon impact with Terranova’s limp body, sending shards of wood a few feet into the roaring crowd. AWOL looks down at his broken opponent, raising his arms in the air, knowing that he did the unspeakable. Security rushes out onto the ramp, pulling AWOL away from the situation with others going after Jazz, who is still giving Levec quite a beating.

T.L: I can’t believe what I just saw, folks. I’m speechless!

T.L: A brutal attack has left Terranova and Levec beaten…I don’t know what to tell you all.

C.P: Fuck all of ‘em. I’m ready to get into some action here. Sean Van X is getting ready in the back to take that fuckin’ National championship!

T.L: You’re right! Next up, we have Cyrus, the National champion, going up against one half of the brothers Van X inside a very strange structure…This should be a classic bout..here on pay per view!

C.P: Fucking classic!

Finally, the specialized structure for this contest is locked into place, as the sprinklers begin to shower water down across the center of the ring. Both combatants are in the ring, glaring up the championship belt hanging from the ceiling.

Sean Van X looks up at the water spraying down over him, raising his arms up in the air with index fingers pointed up at the championship belt. Seeing this, Cyrus takes the early advantage, as he rushes forward at Van X, sending a knee-lift to his stomach! Sean Van X huddles over, giving Cyrus a chance to hook him in a front face-lock. Cyrus swings Van X’s arm over his shoulder in an attempt for a vertical suplex. Cyrus raises Van X into the air, but Sean quickly flips over Cyrus back and lands directly on his feet. From behind, Sean Van X throws a few elbows to the back of Cyrus’ head! Sean grabs Cyrus by the shoulder, turning him around and whipping him into the ropes. The canvas slick from the water being sprayed down upon them forces Cyrus to hit the ropes and fall flat across his stomach! Sean Van X gets a running start at Cyrus. Cyrus gets to his hands and knees only to meet a dropkick straight to the face! Cyrus falls back to the canvas, holding his face, while Van X forges back up to his feet. Van X leans over and grabs hold of Cyrus’ head, pulling him up to his feet. Sean quickly pulls away, giving Cyrus a kick to the midsection. Sean Van X attempts a roundhouse kick to the side of Cyrus’ head, but Cyrus ducks out of the way of the blow! Sean Van X swings around with his back facing Cyrus, only to have Cyrus hook him from behind. Cyrus hooks Van X around the waist, lifting him high into the air and finally kicking his legs out from underneath himself. The canvas rattles with the massive belly-to-back suplex!

T.L: Cyrus rocked Van X with that high back suplex!

After the vicious suplex, Cyrus makes his way over to the corner of the ring, where the fifteen foot ladder stands in place. Cyrus grabs the ladder with one hand, while using his free forearm to knock the ladder into a folded position. By now, Sean Van X is slowly getting to his feet, standing up with a weary look in his eye. Cyrus swings the ladder into a horizontal position, running straight for Van X! Van X has nowhere else to go, as the ladder crashes against his chest, blasting him across the canvas. Cyrus repositions the ladder in his hands, as Van X rolls completely onto his back. Cyrus raises the ladder into the air, driving the end down across Sean Van X’s midsection! Cyrus immediately turns around, placing the ladder flat across the mat. Cyrus pulls Sean Van X up, hooking him by the head in an attempt at another suplex. Cyrus lifts up on Van X’s trunks, but to his surprise Van X has wrapped his leg around his! He tries to lift him up again, blocked. Van X manages to pull his head free, as he throws several stinging jabs. Cyrus stumbles back, almost tumbling over the ladder, as Sean Van X makes his move into the ropes. Van X comes off with full speed toward Cyrus, who now ducks down. Van X leap frogs over Cyrus and nears the far ropes. With a leap, Van X springs into the ropes, flying backward with a fully executed moonsault press! Cyrus comes within inches of being leveled, but with his instinct running on high, he jumps out of the way! Van X lands stomach first across the ladder with full intensity of the high risk maneuver.

C.P: Fucking brilliant.

T.L: That had to take it’s toll on Van X, folks.

Cyrus comes around Sean Van X from behind, lifting his fist to throttle him with several stiff rights to the middle of his forehead. Cyrus turns Van X around and pulls him up to his feet, throwing him into the ropes. Cyrus comes at Van X with full speed, knocking him over the top rope with a heavy closeline! Cyrus leans through the ropes, climbing onto the apron with Van X. Van X grabs hold of the middle rope and pulls himself up to meet a few elbows to the side of the head, care of Cyrus. Cyrus hooks onto Van X, lifting him into the air with another belly-to-back suplex, dropping back of the apron toward the tilted section of cyclone fencing surrounding the outside of the ring. As the two drop, Sean Van X flips his body, landing on top of Cyrus with a body press across the fencing! Van X rolls over slightly, lifting Cyrus’ head to punish him with a few punches to open him up. Sean Van X struggles to his feet, struggling toward the apron. Van X gets to the apron and jumps up onto the middle rope, springing backward…his body twists as he comes down across Cyrus’ body with a twisting somersault splash. The cyclone fencing rattles, as Sean Van X lands across Cyrus’s chest!

T.L: I’m surprised that Van X could muster enough energy to complete that amazing aerial masterpiece!

Van X rolls onto his back and makes an attempt at crawling back into the ring. Seconds pass before Cyrus is up to his feet, wobbling toward the ring, only to see Sean Van X already there. Van X goes for the ladder, which is laying near center ring. Cyrus leans through the middle rope, tumbling back into the ring, while Van X now has picked up the ladder. Cyrus plants his feet on the canvas with Van X approaching him with the ladder hoisted above his head. Van X brings the ladder down slightly, rushing at Cyrus. Cyrus puts his hands up to block the ladder from being rammed into the side of his head, but Van X lowers the ladder and slams it right into his gut! Cyrus bends over, holding onto his midsection in agony, but Van X won’t let him get by that easily. Sean Van X drops the ladder down across the back of Cyrus’ head, then he makes his way over to the ropes. Sean leans the ladder against the top rope, turning back to Cyrus. Sean grabs Cyrus by the back of the head and drags him toward the ladder, lobbing him onto the leaning ladder. Van X stuns him with a few punches, making sure that he has him right where he wants him. Sean Van X ascends the turnbuckle, quickly positioning himself on the very top, while Cyrus lay prone on the ladder with water spraying down across him. Van X bends his legs, ready to jump off the top rope…Cyrus turns his head to see Van X on top rope, playing possum. Van X throws caution to the wind, as he leaps off the top rope, slipping slightly as he completes a front somersault, coming up short!

T.L: I can’t look!

Cyrus flips himself in the opposite direction of Van X, as Van X’s legs land directly across the side of the ladder! His body hits the canvas with authority with no protection from the fall. Van X’s legs hang over the elevated portion of the ladder, as he holds onto the back of his head, seemingly dazed. Cyrus staggers to his feet and makes his way around the side of the ladder to see the downed Sean Van X. Cyrus lifts his right arm, as he drops forward, driving his elbow down across Sean Van X’s exposed chest. ”Owwfff” escapes Van X’s mouth, as the elbow pushes air out of his lungs. Cyrus stands back up and he grabs Van X’s left leg with one hand, pulling his lower body off the ladder. Cyrus pulls Van X toward the center of the ring, then goes back to the heavy steel ladder. He picks it up, but just as he turns around Van X tips up!

T.L: I can’t believe it! Van X is back on his feet!

Cyrus rushes at him, but Van X steps forward with his legs bent, forcing himself into a jump. Sean Van X swings his legs out, knocking the ladder directly into Cyrus’ face with an standing spin-wheel kick! The ladder crashes down onto Cyrus, as he is flatted to the canvas. Van X leans over to pull the ladder over Cyrus entire body, then he makes his way over the turnbuckle. He grabs onto the ropes, but his hands slide off slightly, due to the water spraying over the ropes. Van X grips the ropes tightly, jumping onto the middle rope, holding on with both hands. He turns around and secures his boots across the slick middle sections of rope, while Cyrus barely moves. Van X takes the high road again, leaping from the top rope with a somersault leg-drop across the end of the ladder, which is near to Cyrus’ head! CHING! The ladder smashes across Cyrus’ forehead with Van X’s weight across it, which forces the ladder to fall away from Cyrus’ body. Van X stands up, holding his backside with one hand with a stumble, as he grabs the ladder and pulls it away from Cyrus. Cyrus lifts his head to reveal a small gash above his right eye, the blood begins to well up from the wound immediately. His head drops back, as Sean Van X unfolds the ladder and plants it’s legs in the center of the ring. He makes sure that the ladder is sturdy before he even attempts to climb it’s water covered rungs.

T.L: Can he do it? Can he become the champion?

C.P: Cyrus looks down and fuckin’ out…I think he’ll take it!

The slick rungs of the ladder lure Sean Van X to slip and knock his shin against the thick steel. Van X holds on tightly with both hands, losing his grip further as he struggles against the water spraying down over the ring. Cyrus struggles to his feet, wiping some of the watered down blood from his forehead, seeing that Van X is halfway up the ladder!

T.L: If Van X wouldn’t have slipped, we would have a new champion!

C.P: Big fucking deal!

Cyrus climbs up the first rung, jumping up and grabbing Sean Van X’s foot! Cyrus struggles to bring Van X back down to the canvas, but his attempts are stalled! Van X kicks his leg free from Cyrus’ grasp, knocking him upside the head with the heel of his boot! Cyrus staggers backward, as Sean Van X turns around and tries to keep his balance on the high rungs of the ladder. Cyrus staggers forward, just in time for Sean Van X to leap off the ladder onto Cyrus’ shoulders. Sean Van X twists his body whips Cyrus to the mat with a stealthy frankensteiner!

T.L: Cyrus almost had Van X right where he had wanted him!

Sean Van X slowly rises to his feet, seeing that Cyrus is down. Van X staggers over to the ladder, slowly starting back up.

C.P: He’s fuckin’ goin’ for a second try!

T.L: Look! Look over there!

C.P: It’s that fuckin’ psycho Acid…well, he ain’t all that psycho, but damn..

Down the aisle comes Acid with a ladder and a steel chair, as Van X slowly steps onto the third and forth rungs of the ladder. Acid leans the ladder against the frame of the section of cyclone fencing, steadying the steel chair in his hands. He climbs up the ladder fairly quick, making sure he can make it up in time to stop Van X. Acid reaches the top of the ladder, tossing the chair onto the fencing, as he tumbles forward while pushing himself over onto the fencing. After he tumbles forward and lands in a sitting position, he stands up and looks across the ring to see Sean Van X nearly at the top of the ladder! Acid quickly acquires the steel chair with both hands, as Sean Van X approaches the very top of the ladder. Sean reaches the last rung and looks downward to see Acid standing on the section of fencing.

C.P: Van X sees him fuckin’ standing there with that chair. What the fuck is he going to do?

A look of nervousness shows through onto Van X’s face, as Acid takes a few steps down the section of cyclone fencing. Van X looks up at the championship belt, raising his right arm up to catch a grasp of the belt. As soon as he looks up, Acid swings the chair to his side, bringing it forward to send the steel chair flying out of his hands and toward Van X at the top of the ladder! The steel chair flings out of his fingertips with velocity! The chair sails into the air in the direction of Sean Van X, connecting against the top of his head! Van X’s arms wave backward after the blow, as he starts to loses his balance. Sean Van X finally loses his footing, his feet kick across the rungs but he can’t manage to catch grip. The tips of his boots miss the edge of the rung, as his body tips backward and he drops from the top of the ladder. THUD! Van X hits the canvas with authority, as Acid makes his way around the ring to grab hold of the steel chair he had just thrown at Sean Van X.

T.L: What a devious act!

Acid laughs as he pulls Sean Van X up to his feet with the steel chair in his free hand. Van X can barely stand after landing with full force on his back off the ladder, but Acid holds onto his head with one hand. Acid releases Van X’s head, leaving him to stand on spaghetti legs, just as he starts lifting the steel chair up and over his head. Acid swings the chair down with heavy force, throttling Van X on the top of his the head with the steel chair! THUD! Van X drops to one knee, as Acid sends the chair sailing across the ring. Angrily, Acid pulls Sean Van X back up to his feet, leading him toward the ropes in a quick fashion. Acid grips the back of Sean Van X’s head and wings him over the top rope right onto the cyclone fencing! CHING! CHING! Van X’s back bounces against the fencing, unable to control the position that he had landed in. Cyrus starts up the ladder, while Acid continues his attack on Van X. Cyrus is halfway up the ladder, when Acid pulls Sean Van X up to his feet and drills him with several punches to the middle of his forehead. Cyrus looks through the rungs to see Acid pummeling his opponent on the outside of the ring.

C.P: Fuck that! Lockton, this is bullshit!

T.L: Why is Acid assisting Cyrus in the first place? These two had a heated rivalry coming into this match…could it be payback for Van X showing his face in Acid’s match?

C.P: Fuck, I dunno. Look right up there, that bitch Cyrus is almost there!

Cyrus steps up one more rung with both feet, reaching his arm up. His fingers graze the swinging championship belt, but he can’t manage to grab it. Acid holds Sean Van X at bay with a front face-lock, thudding him across the back with several forearm blows. Acid looks away from Van X, seeing Cyrus lifting his leg onto the highest rung. Acid laughs loudly, ”That’s right, Sean, you’re done!”, he tightens his grip swinging his body to the side. He drops his weight back and slams Van X’s head into the cyclone fencing with a d-d-t! Acid makes sure to pull Sean Van X up quickly to drag him onto the apron of the ring. Acid forces Sean Van X’s head up, forcing him to watch Cyrus grab hold of the championship belt. Van X’s eyes blink wildly, as splashes of water flick into his face. Acid forces his head in further, just as Cyrus pulls the championship belt away from the steel ring that it had been elevated from. Cyrus holds the belt up with one arm for a few seconds, before he makes his way down the rungs to center of the ring. Acid throws Van X through the middle rope, back into the ring. Cyrus pushes the ladder over, as he instructs Acid to bring Sean Van X over to him. Acid pulls Sean Van X up to his feet, pulling him along by his head. When they get a few feet in front of Cyrus, Acid hooks Sean Van X’s arms and holds him from behind. Cyrus holds the championship belt up to Van X’s face, ”I told you that I’d walk away the champion, didn’t I?” Cyrus rakes the face plate of the belt over Van X’s face, before he swings it back and drives it into Van X’s forehead! He brings the belt back to do it again, but Van X swings his legs up and catches Cyrus in the gonads! Cyrus drops the belt without stepping back, which gives Van X the idea to swing his legs up and push himself backward after propping his feet on Cyrus’ shoulders! Acid slips on the slick, water covered canvas – leaving Van X to land directly on top of him! Van X rolls over onto his knees and quickly gets up to his feet. Acid starts to his feet, but Van X nails him with a kick to the ribs! Van X peels Acid off the mat and sends him into the ropes with an short irish-whip. Acid rushes off the ropes and Van X almost decapitates him with a leaping side leg-lariat! Cyrus charges at Van X, but Van X ducks and takes a few steps back to avoid a closeline. Cyrus turns around and Van X gives him a kick to the midsection, followed up with a stiff spike d-d-t! Van X gets back to his feet to quickly make his way over to the turnbuckle, he climbs onto the apron, springing himself onto the top rope. With cat-like reflexes, Van X stands up fully on the turnbuckle with his arms raised high in the air. The fans scream with encouragement, as Van X leaps from the turnbuckle. He pumps his body, adding more force to the high risk maneuver, coming down onto Acid’s chest with a superb FROG SPLASH! Van X rolls off of Acid holding onto his stomach, but getting to his feet. He makes his way through the ropes and exits through the ropes, as he climbs across the cyclone fencing to escape any further double-teaming from Acid and Cyrus. He sees the ladder and starts climbing down, as the camera cuts to the commentator’s booth.

C.P: Fuck, Van X showed his stuff…I’m fucking impressed. I can’t wait to see what he’s got when it’s time for HIGH INCIDENT!

T.L: That should be a great bout, Cody. Speaking of great bouts, we have two big men going at it in our next contest.

C.P: That fuckin’ maniacal monster, Mr. E and his bitch will be coming out…

T.L: He’ll be up against G-Man’s partner, Black Rain.

C.P: He ain’t nothin’ but a bitch, I hope Mr. E crushes his fucking face!

T.L: Enough talk, more action! Let’s get to the ring, here on pay per view!

“Xeroxed” by Mushroomhead blasts over the p.a. system, as Black Rain stands in the center of the ring still dawning a mask to hide his face.

C.P: Do you see that shit? He’s still got that fucking mask on, what a bitch!

Jestina forges her way through the entrance curtain, followed by the maniacal masked monster known to you all as Mr. E! There is no hesitation from Mr. E, as he makes his way down to the ring, followed by Jestina! Mr. E climbs onto the apron, entering the ring without showing any bit of hesitation. Jestina jumps on the apron, giving Mr. E instructions to direct him through this contest. Mr. E brushes by the referee, who scurries across the ring like a scared rat, while Black Rain glares at him through the eyeholes of his mask. Mr. E plants his feet on the canvas, thrusting his gigantic arms over his chest.

Black Rain rushes at Mr. E with full force, getting close enough to swing through for a closeline! Black Rain’s arm thrashes off Mr. E’s chest with heavy might, but the blow barley moving him at all. Black Rain backs away, grabbing at his stinging after blasting it off Mr. E’s massive chest cavity. Black Rain moves in and advances on Mr. E again, this time running his throat right against Mr. E’s clutching fist! Jestina screams loudly in the background, encouraging the big man to destroy Black Rain, right there and then. Mr. E’s giant claw grips onto Black Rain’s throat tightly, showing it’s effect almost immediately. But within a second, Mr. E pushes Black Rain by his grip around his throat, sweeping him flat across the back of his head with his giant leg. THUD! The canvas rattles with the force that Mr. E had intended on bringing forth upon his opponent.

T.L: Mr. E shook the mat with Black Rain’s skull by pushing him into a leg trip by the throat!

C.P: I’d fuckin’ hate to be on the receiving end of those fuckin’ blows from that maniacal freak!

Black Rain rolls onto his stomach, trying to get to his hands and knees. Mr. E steps in, grabbing him by the head to force him up to his feet. Mr. E turns Black Rain around and sends a massive chop to the middle of his chest. SLAP! The crowd cringes after hearing the back hand chop to Black Rain’s chest. Rain looks past the pain, returning a heavy chop of his own to Mr. E’s chest! His forearm smacks Mr. E’s chest with force, but the only reaction that comes from Mr. E, he looks down slightly at the area that had been attacked. From his reaction, unannounced he erupts in a frenzy of anger, throwing a vicious right at the side of Black Rain’s head. The knuckles connect on the side of Rain’s jaw, which forces him to step to the side several feet. He turns back, only to have Mr. E grab him by the arm and force him into a short-arm. With a mighty swing, Mr. E slams his forearm across Black Rain’s chest, kicking him off his feet. Rain lands across his upper back with his legs kicked up. He lands, keeping his legs in the air for a few seconds after the collision. Mr. E leans over and grabs hold of Rain’s head, pulling him up to his knees. Rain, who seems to have a second wind after being pummeled, throws a variety of right hands to Mr. E’s midsection. Stunning Mr. E slightly, Black Rain gets to his feet and bounces his back off the ropes. He comes off with full force, rocking Mr. E with a closeline, nearly taking him off his feet!

T.L: Black Rain has almost taken the big man off his feet!

C.P: He’s fuckin’ lucky! Hell, he’s dead either fuckin’ way. If he defeats Mr. E, he’s still gotta deal with the Apocalypse! He’s a fuckin’ dead duck.

Rain grabs hold of Mr. E’s massive arm and twists it into an arm-wringer, followed by an elbow strike to the shoulder socket. Mr. E’s upper body jolts slightly, but it doesn’t seem to have any effect over him. “The Painted Princess of Hell” Jestina jumps onto the apron, bringing the referee over to her unintentionally, as she yells to Mr. E. Black Rain notices the referee turned away, having no way to win the contest without the referee seeing the bump onto the bed of nails.

T.L: Who does she think she is?

C.P: I think she’s a psychotic bitch!

Black Rain holds onto the arm yet, pulling Mr. E up into a full standing position. Black Rain follows up with a drop-toe hold, barely able to knock the tree trunk legs out from under Mr. E. As Mr. E hits the canvas, Black Rain makes his way to the outside to acquire a steel chair. He reenters the ring with the chair, going right for Mr. E in the near center of the ring. He winds up with the chair, WHAM! The chair claps across Mr. E’s shoulder, but he is still moving toward his feet. Rain swings again, bouncing the chair off of Mr. E’s arm to no reaction. Mr. E stands up, as Black Rain backs up with the chair over his head. Black Rain lowers the chair to swing, but Mr. E sends a big boot against the chair. THUD! The chair nails Black Rain directly across the middle of his face, sending the chair flying out of his fingers and toward the ropes! The referee finally succeeds in removing Jestina from the apron, turning around to see Black Rain laying on the canvas. His arms and legs twitch uncontrollably, as he lay there prone on the mat. Meanwhile, Mr. E goes to the turnbuckle and stops. Glaring down at the bed of nails for a few seconds, Mr. E leans over and grabs the two closest corners of the nail infested plank of wood. His biceps tense up, as he drags the heavy bed of nails away from the turnbuckle a few feet. Mr. E drops it back down, just as Black Rain starts to get up.

T.L: Rain is getting back up! I can’t believe it!

C.P: He’s just like that piss-ant, G-Man…those two are gluttons for fuckin’ punishment.

T.L: You can say that again.

Black Rain staggers in a near circle, as Mr. E stalks in on him. Black Rain turns to see Mr. E just inches away, so he tries to throw a boot to his midsection. Mr. E lunges forward and grabs onto his foot with one hand, pulling in close. E drops the foot and grabs Black Rain by the back of the head with one hand, forcing him into a closed right. Black Rain’s arms swing back and his body almost collapses to the mat, but Mr. E holds him up.

C.P: That looked to be the final fuckin’ nail in the coffin..hah!

Mr. E toys with Black Rain by holding him up with one hand on the back of his head, proceeding with a few head-butts to the facial area. After each blow, Rain’s head flops back and forth, showing an almost unconscious state. Mr. E steps back, releasing his grip on Black Rain…only to have Black Rain start falling forward like a tree being cut down. Mr. E throws his arms forward, putting one hand on his chest and by near his thigh. Mr. E lifts Black Rain up over his head with brute strength, pumping him into a full body press. Jestina jumps onto the apron, pointing at Mr. E with approval, as he turns in a full circle. The crowd now sees the full strength of this big man, as he easily holds Black Rain above his head. His exhibition stops here, as he plants his feet in the center of the ring across the logo printed on the canvas. Mr. E emits a loud roar, as he brings Black Rain down across his knee with velocity and a whole heap of force. Black Rain’s chest bounces off the knee, sending him flopping across the canvas, almost lifeless. Jestina jumps on the apron, screaming for Mr. E to toss Black Rain across the bed of nails in the corner.

T.L: I’m surprised that didn’t cave his chest cavity in!

C.P: He’s fuckin’ dangerous, mang!

Black Rain throws his hands in front of his head, grabbing onto the canvas in an attempt to crawl away. He gets to his hands and knees, shaking the whole mess of cobwebs loose. Mr. E looks over at the bed of nails before he slams his feet down right in front of Black Rain’s finger tips! Rain looks up at Mr. E in an attempt to stand up. Jestina screams to Mr. E again, as Black Rain grabs onto Mr. E’s waist. He tries to pull himself up, but he just can’t manage it!

T.L: Black Rain must be hurt after all of that punishment.

C.P: That’s for fucking sure, bro. I hope that Mr. E fuckin’ ends him!

Mr. E leans down, grabbing Black Rain by the top of the head with his humungous hand. After pulling Black Rain up to his feet, Mr. E drags him toward the turnbuckle. As they near the buckle, Mr. E turns Black Rain around and nails him with knee to the midsection. Mr. E reaches his right arm under Black Rain’s legs and using his weight, twists so he is on one knee, bringing Black Rain over his back! Mr. E uses all of his might to bring Black Rain down across his neck with a stunning driving-powerbomb onto the bed of nails! Black Rain’s body flops over, as Mr. E stands back up only to lean over and grabs hold of Black Rain’s head to flip him off the bed of nails onto the canvas.

T.L: My lord…lord almighty!

C.P: HOLY SHIT! Mr. E just fuckin’ one-armed power-bombed that fucker! I have never fuckin’ seen anythin’ like that in my fuckin’ life!

Jestina yells to Mr. E, ”Finish him off! Finish him now!”

T.L: That sadistic woman! Hasn’t he been through enough!

C.P: Fuck, apparently not.

Mr. E pulls his lifeless opponent off the mat to drag him toward the turnbuckle. Mr. E puts his back against the turnbuckle, while bending Black Rain into position to hook him around the waist. Mr. E steps back onto the second rope, continuing until he reaches the top rope. Mr. E uses his goliath strength to pull Black Rain onto the middle rope.

T.L: KNIGHT FALL! KNIGHT FALL!

C.P: What the fuck are you talking about?

T.L: Mr. E is looking to hit his finisher known as the Knight Fall!

He waits for a moment, before he finally rips Black Rain away from the middle rope and elevates him into the air. Forcing Black Rain up into position, within seconds Mr. E drills Black Rain into the canvas with a driving top-rope powerbomb! Black Rain’s body shudders against the canvas, with Mr. E still holding onto his waist. Mr. E lets out a audible groan, as he lifts Black Rain back up out of the powerbomb position! He brings him back up, then drives him back down across his knee with a spine crushing back-breaker! After Rain’s spine collides with Mr. E’s knee, Mr. E flops him over onto his back. Black Rain shows no movement, as Mr. E pulls his weight across Black Rain’s chest, covering the almost lifeless man. ONE………TWO……..THREE!

Jestina slides under the bottom rope, making her way over to the Mr. E and the downed Black Rain. Nearing Black Rain, she starts to lower his upper body, finally picking up Black Rain’s limp head off the canvas. She glares at his face for a second, before she finally slams Black Rain’s head off the canvas. Numerous times, she slams the back of his cranium off the canvas, but there is no reaction from this man. She steps away, cackling as Mr. E towers over her from behind. The referee steps between the lifeless Jestina and the lifeless Black Rain, as security makes their way down to the squared circle. Jestina waves Mr. E in to follow him, as they exit the ringside area without any further conflict with authority.

C.P: Who the fuck are you to draw that line? Huh?

T.L: I have no authority to do that, but there are lots of things going on here tonight that I don’t agree with.

C.P: I don’t agree with you being here, so fuck you.

T.L: Next up we have the classic confrontation…the Brass Knuckles Tag-Team Championships will be on the line.

C.P: That’s fuckin’ right! HIGH FUCKIN’ INCIDENT!

T.L: I haven’t seen that kind of match since the tapes from UWWF a few years ago.

C.P: Fuck, The Van X BoyZ got their ass handed over to them on numerous occasions by the likes of Cult Icon and Christian, the Final Judgment.

T.L: We’ll just have to see….WHO IS THE GREATEST TAG-TEAM OF ALL TIME?!

The scaffold shakes slightly, as the four men approach one another, with the crowd roaring. The crowd’s roaring his so loud, the exchange of words between Clarkson, Bonez, Chris, and Sean cannot be heard, even though they seem to have some heated words to exchange. The camera view switches to a view from the back of the arena, showing the entire ringside area and the scaffold hung high above the ring. The shadowy figures of all four men can be seen very vaguely. The figures merge together and it becomes obvious that a brawl has broken out fifteen feet above the ring!

T.L: We’ve got a four man brawl going on up there!

C.P: Let’s go Clarkson! Let’s go Bonez! Fuck ‘em up!

The camera view switches again, this time to a view that is a similar height as the scaffold. Bonez has Sean Van X on the flooring of the scaffold, blasting him with several right hands. Sean puts his arm up to block the punches, but Bonez shows no mercy by continuing to throw punches at him! Clarkson and Chris Van X go blow for blow, hardly losing any steam at all. Chris Van X tries to get the upper hand by driving his foot into Clarkson’s gut, doubling him over. Chris drives his fist across the back of Jeremy Clarkson’s skull, following up with a d-d-t! The scaffold starts to sway, slowing both teams down on their attacks, knowing if they make the wrong move they could be thrown overboard. Bonez mounts Sean Van X to add some more pain onto his menu, but Sean wraps his legs around Bonez, rolling him onto his back! Sean lifts his upper body and takes a full on swing that is blocked by Bonez! The two roll back and forth, exchanging several shots to the body, but neither getting the decisive edge over the other. Bonez rolls Sean onto his back and pushes his shoulders down with both hands, trying to stand. He gets to his feet, but Sean Van X scrambles to his knees. With two punches to the gut, Sean is back up to his feet! Sean lunges forward, driving his knee into Bonez’s stomach following him with a front facelock. Bonez tries to free himself, but it’s too late, Sean rattles the scaffolding with a quick but effective snap suplex!

T.L: This isn’t a wrestling match, this is an all-out brawl fifteen feet above that ring!

Chris pulls Clarkson up to his feet, nailing him across the jaw with a forearm before he pushes him back first against the railing of the scaffold. Chris throws both of Clarkson’s arms over the railing, then pops him several time in the jaw. Chris leans back to wind up with a haymaker, but Clarkson drops him by thrusting both feet into his gut! Clarkson steps forward and stomps Chris across the shoulder blade, driving him into the scaffold. Clarkson kneels down next to Chris Van X, pulling him up by the head then slamming him forehead first against the scaffold! THUD! Clarkson rolls Chris over and drags him to his feet. Chris side-steps and under-hooks one of Clarkson’s arms to possibly hip-toss him, but Clarkson swings his free arm over and jabs his thumb into Chris’ eye socket!

T.L: That’s one way to lose an eye!

C.P: I’ll show you another one if you don’t quit stating the obvious, dickhead.

Clarkson grabs Chris’ head with both of his hands, pushing down with all of his weight to bring him forward. With the push, Clarkson thrusts his knee upward, bashing Chris Van X across the mouth and nose area. Quickly, Clarkson grips Van X in a front face-lock, dropping him down head first across the scaffolding with a stiff d-d-t!

T.L: That couldn’t have been good for Chris!

Bonez shoves Sean Van X’s shoulder, taking a swing right for his head. Sean Van X quickly ducks, sending a brutal stomp to Bonez’s kneecap! Bonez leans over to grab his leg, inviting a few punches to the top of his head from Sean Van X. Van X lifts his leg high, placing it over the back of Bonez’ head. Sean jumps up and comes down with all of his weight using a “rocker-dropper” styled maneuver to drive Bonez face first into the scaffolding! Meanwhile, Clarkson pulls Chris Van X up and drags him over to the side of the scaffold. Clarkson picks up Van X to about waist level in a scoop-slam style lift, trying to dump him over the railing. Chris grabs onto the railing with one hand, seeing his brother moving in from behind Clarkson. Sean slams his elbow across Clarkson’s back then turns him around. Clarkson takes a swing at Sean, but Sean predicts it and thrusts his arm up and hooks Clarkson’s! Upon grabbing hold of Clarkson’s arm, he flips him across the center of the scaffolding with an arm-drag take-over! Clarkson bounces several times before coming to a halt, which swings the scaffold violently. Chris and Sean dive over to the railing, holding on for security. The scaffold’s shaking calms down and the Van X Boyz go back to their opponents. Sean leans over to pull Bonez up, but Bonez grabs him behind both legs and starts up to a standing position. Bonez barely lifts Sean off the scaffold, but turns him in mid-air and drives him down across the stiff scaffolding with a double leg-takedown! Clarkson and Chris Van X lock horns for the first time, trying to force one another toward the railing. Clarkson shucks to the side and wraps his arms around Chris’ abdomen, lifting him off the scaffold. Clarkson takes two steps back and falls to his back, throwing Chris slightly further over his body. Without any way to block this maneuver, Chris knocks his jaw across the top section of the railing. He pops back off the railing and falls flat across his stomach. Clarkson moves in to help Bonez pummel Sean Van X, who is now on his back. Clarkson pulls Bonez off of Sean, proceeding with several stomps to Sean’s chest. Bonez joins in and the two devastate him with kicks and stomps to the upper body. Bonez sees Chris in the corner of his eye, starting to get up to his feet. Bonez steps away from Sean Van X and goes after his brother! Bonez raises his arms to send a double axe-handle toward Chris Van X, but Chris catches him with a kick to the gut. Bonez staggers into Chris’ grasp! Chris turns Bonez around and he hooks him by the neck, wrapping his leg around Bonez’s. Chris turns his head and sees the railing a few inches away, so he bends forward then sweeps Bonez back! Both men’s backs slam against the railing, but Bonez receives the most damage from the side Russian leg-sweep into the rail!

T.L: I never thought I’d see anything like that!

Not noticing his partner being taken out, Clarkson tears Sean Van X up off the scaffolding. Clarkson lifts Sean’s arm with his left hand, then rams his right elbow into his ribs with devastating force! Sean leans forward, giving Clarkson a chance to grab him by the back of the head. Clarkson pulls Sean over to the railing away from Chris and Bonez, gaining significant speed. When they get close, Clarkson lobs Sean Van X over the railing of the scaffold, almost sending him plummeting fifteen feet down to the ring. Sean finds an alternative to falling fifteen feet down, as he grabs the railing with one hand, barely able to hold on! Clarkson turns away to raise his arms, listening to for the bell to sound. Chris Van X stands up, clutching his ribs with his right arm, while pointing with his left hand to the railing. Clarkson turns back around to see Sean Van X on the railing! The scaffold starts to sway at the exact second that Sean Van X leaps off the top of the railing and connects with Clarkson’s shoulder with a missle drop-kick! Clarkson hits his back across the scaffolding, as Sean tries to get back up to his feet.

T.L: Talk about high risk!

C.P: Shut it!

Chris Van X moves away from the railing, but Bonez grabs onto his foot to trip him! Chris stops dead in his tracks, then turns around and stomps down across Bonez’s arm. After the stomp, Bonez pulls his arm close to his body in an attempt to mend the damage. Sean Van X nears the rail again, climbing onto the middle bar of the railing. He hesitates as the scaffold starts to shake, giving Clarkson enough time and room to get to his knees. Sean looks up and leaps from the railing….Clarkson quickly stands up and manages to catch Sean Van X by the waist, driving him into the scaffold with a spine-buster! Clarkson immediately leans over and grabs Sean by the head, swatting him across the bridge of the nose with a straight right jab. Clarkson has Sean up now, leaning against the railing.

T.L: They’re both close to that edge, folks!

C.P: That fifteen feet will be a real fuckin’ bitch for someone tonight!

Clarkson backs up and drives his arm forward, knocking Sean backward. His hands lock around the top bar of the railing, as he flips over and continues to hold on. Clarkson looks down at Sean Van X, just as Chris sends Bonez running with a short irish-whip toward his partner! Clarkson turns to see Bonez headed straight for him, so he drops down to his stomach…Bonez jumps up slightly, catching his legs on Clarkson’s side, sending him flipping over the side of the railing. Now both Bonez and Sean Van X are struggling to keep their grip on the railing, otherwise they are done for!

T.L: Two men are dangling from the side of that scaffold….this doesn’t look good at all!

Sean grabs onto Bonez’s arm and pulls himself up onto the scaffold, making sure to have a secure footing. He tries to stomp Bonez’s hands away from the railing, but Bonez catches his foot before he can do so, giving him a chance to pull himself up. Sean allows Bonez to climb back up onto the scaffold, hoping to not jeopardize his and his brothers chance at tag-team championship glory.

C.P: Oh this shit ain’t done yet! Look at this shit!

Sean Van X and Bonez hold onto the outside of the railing tightly one arm, as they exchange blows back and forth. The blows slow down, as the two try to catch their breath and hold onto the scaffold without taking a plunge. On the inner-scaffolding, Clarkson and Chris Van X struggle in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, until Clarkson gives Chris a surprise when he thrusts his arms up and grabs onto the sides of his head. In a quick motion, Clarkson drops Chris jaw first across the top of his head! The jawbreaker pushes Chris back against the railing, where Bonez and Sean Van X struggle to keep the advantage out of one another’s reach! Without thinking Jeremy “Repent’ Clarkson jumps forward, as Chris moves a few inches away from the railing…Clarkson nails Van X with a drop-kick forcing him against the railing with authority! As Chris’ back hits the railing, he flings his arms back and hits both Bonez and his brother, Sean! Their weak grip on the railing is broken and the two are forced off the side of the balcony!

T.L: OH NO!

Both men drop quickly…CRRRAACCK! Several tables, that had been sporadically placed along the inside of the ring, seem to explode upon impact – leaving particles and shards as an aftermath. Both men had simultaneously hit the canvas, which is played back over every single monitor in the building in slow motion. The two referees on the outside of the ring chatter amongst each other, not knowing what to do. Clarkson raises his arms in the air, as he looks down at the ring fifteen feet below. Chris Van X stands up behind Clarkson, thrashing the back of Clarkson’s neck with a double axe-handle! Chris turns Jeremy around and thuds his knuckles across Clarkson’s jaw. Clarkson pushes Chris away, proceeding to hit him with a pair of rights to the side of the head. The scaffold swings uncontrollably, knocking both men to their knees. Both men stop their brawling to ensure that they aren’t ejected from the scaffold like their partners moments earlier.

T.L: Who won? What’s the official decision! Come on!

C.P: The Perveyors!

The scene cuts to several view of the outcome of Clarkson’s dropkick, that had knocked his partner and his foe off the side of the scaffold. When we come back to the ring minutes later, Clarkson and Chris Van X are now inside the ring helping their partners up off the canvas. The referees enter the ring, both holding one half of the tag-team championship straps. The ring announcer enters the ring soon after, accompanying the referees. The announcer covers the microphone, while the three converse with each other. The crowd hasn’t shown a stop to their chattering since both Bonez and Sean Van X were flung from the side of the scaffold. Minutes pass as the three officials nod back and forth. The Van X Boyz and the Perveyors of Perfection regain their composure, making strides to meet in the center of the ring. Clarkson is the first to step into the center of the ring, soon met by Chris Van X. The two push forward, chest to chest, exchanging a few heated words between each other. Chris Van X is about to wind his fist back, when the announcer pipes up over the microphone, which stalls his actions.

Announcer: The two officials in this contest apologize in full for the wait.

The crowd starts chanting, ”WE WANT CHAMPIONS! WE WANT CHAMPIONS!”. Chris Van X diverts his attention from Clarkson and turns to the announcer in the corner of the ring. All four men lock their eyes on the officials standing nearby.

Announcer: The ruling for this contest…[the crowd drowns him out]

The announcer waves for them to quiet down, but their chattering keeps on for a few more minutes. Clarkson points to the crowd, then extends out his middle finger, ”SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!” The crowd let’s out a quick hissing, before they finally tone down.

Announcer: The two officials in charge of calling this contest have decided that that the conclusion could be brought down to a no contest!

An argument breaks out between both officials and the four men involved in the contest.

Announcer: Please allow me to continue, sirs. After further consideration, they have decided on a possibly uneasy decision…

Clarkson crosses his arms over his chest, already uneasy about the decision. The Van X Boyz shrug at one another and Bonez thrusts his hands onto his hips. All four are waiting…

T.L: What’s the decision, boys!?

The announcer puts his hand up before speaking again.

Announcer: Due to the double elimination of Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt and Sean Van X, two opposing team members…[the announcer lowers the microphone, as the two officials give him the heads up to complete his speech.]….referee Powell and referee Barnes declare the winners of this contest….JEREMY “REPENT CLARKSON AND CHRIS VAN X!

C.P: WHAT?! They can’t fucking do that!

T.L: I don’t understand this decision, Cody.

Inside the ring, both referees make their way over to each man, handing each a championship belt. Bonez interrupts the referee going over to Chris Van X, grabbing him by the shirt and shaking him with a shout of anger. Chris Van X steps in and shoves Bonez away, grabbing onto his belt. Sean Van X jumps to the side of Bonez and turns him in his direction, throttling him with a stiff right. Clarkson sees the Van X brothers cornering Bonez in, so he rushes in to take action. From behind he nails Sean Van X in the back of the head with his belt, dropping him to the canvas in a heap. Chris drops his belt and shoves his palms against Bonez’s chest only to be turned around by Clarkson. Clarkson slaps the plate of the championship belt into his forehead, then drops it to the mat. Continuing on Clarkson slugs Van X in the stomach to open him up to lace him with a few punches to the side of the head. The officials step in and try to hold both men back, but they are thrown out of the way. President Maddog can be seen in the background, making his way down the ramp to see the commotion. Assisted by a few security guards, Maddog enters the ring and points to the Van X Boyz. The security guards scatter in their direction, holding them back while Clarkson still tries to get at him.

T.L: What’s going on here?

Maddog grabs Clarkson and turns him around, ”It’s over, man. The decision was made and I’m going to go with it.” Clarkson pushes Maddog away and scoops his belt off the mat. He exits the ring accompanied by Curtis Schmitt, who glares at Maddog as he exits. Maddog waves the security away after the Perveyors are out of sight, releasing the Van X Boyz. Maddog is near the ropes trying to exit, when Chris Van X rushes over and pulls Maddog away from the ropes. ”Do you think this is fair?! Huh?! Answer me right damn now!”, Van X bellows with his brother standing right behind him. Maddog brushes his arm away, making his way through the ropes without an answer. Maddog hops off the apron and turns to look up at Chris Van X. Chris points his index finger at Maddog, ”This isn’t over. Not by a long shot, buddy!” Maddog turns to the ramp and starts toward the backstage area.

C.P: You saw it fuckin’ before…Clarkson chose Bonez, man. That’s all there is to it!

T.L: Anyway, we have more to the show than this…even though it is exciting…we have to get back down to the ring.

C.P: Fuck that Street Fight championship, man. That belt hasn’t meant shit since 1999.

T.L: When Clarkson held it?

C.P: That’s fuckin’ right! Nightmare is making a joke outta that fuckin’ belt!

T.L: Dante’s Inferno…Nightmare versus Exodus! Coming right at you, folks!

[ Various clips of Nightmare and Exodus’ heated past play.]

The video clip is extended due to the configuration of the steel cage, which is outfitted with a gutter. The scene cuts to the squared circle, where crew members are testing the system that will ignite five foot flames around the outside of the steel cage. After a few tests, the scene cuts to the commentator’s table.

T.L: Sorry for the delay, folks, but technical problems have occurred. When we get back to the ring, the contest will be on!

C.P: Fuck that. Nightmare better prove he’s the fuckin’ champ…

T.L: Well, folks….we have a special video package for you until things are sorted out. Let us cut right into the package…oh, I forgot to mention the package includes music from Devildriver!

C.P: What? Coal Chamber wanna-bes?

T.L: You know that’s not true.

T.L: The brawl has begun inside the ring! Sorry we couldn’t cut that out quicker, but we’re having technical difficulties.

When we cut to the ring, Nightmare has Exodus leaned against the turnbuckle. Nightmare pushes Exodus’ back against the buckle, as he leans his knee back and drives into Exodus’ midsection several times. Nightmare backs up, grabbing Exodus by the hair to pull him away from the turnbuckle. Nightmare turns Exodus’ head toward the side of the cage, then slams his head over the top rope and into the side of chain-link fencing! CHING! The cage rattles from the blow, as the fire lingering on the outside kicks up higher. Exodus pulls his head away from the side of the cage, revealing the red-hot branding of the links from the fence on his forehead! Exodus grabs his face and falls to his knees, as Nightmare lurks behind him with an evil grin growing on his face. He steps forward, pulling Exodus’ head back by grabbing a large amount of his hair. With his free hand, Nightmare slams his knuckles down across the burn to add insult to injury. After the blow, Nightmare pushes Exodus onto his stomach. Exodus blocks his face with both arms with Nightmare circling over him. Exodus pulls his upper body off the mat, but Nightmare leans over and forces him back up to his feet. Nightmare scoops Exodus over his shoulders with a fireman’s carry, turning him in a circle. Nightmare walks him across the full length of the ring, bringing him toward the ropes over his back. Nightmare lifts up on Exodus’ chest and legs, tucking himself to the right. With this movement, Nightmare sends Exodus crashing head first against the side of the cage again, this time dropping him neck first over the top rope. Exodus leans against the ropes, forced to endure the heat from the five foot flames. Nightmare leans over Exodus’ back and pushes his throat down over the top rope to deprive him of precious air, which is escalated by the heat. Exodus huffs for air, but Nightmare won’t allow him one puny gulp, ripping him away from the ropes.

The screen splits, as we see the likes of Chris Van X making his way down to the ringside area with a container in one hand and a barbed-wire wrapped singapore cane in the other! He goes right for the technical crew in charge of the flames that are blazing around the outside of the cage!

Inside the ring, Nightmare sends Exodus into the ropes with a quick irish-whip. Exodus comes off the ropes and Nightmare flips him across the canvas with a knee lift to the midsection. Exodus struggles to sit up, but Nightmare pushes his head down with his foot. Nightmare lifts his leg and jumps up into the air, driving his knee down across Exodus’ forehead!

Soon the flames lower significantly, as Chris Van X waves the barbed-wire laced cane in front of the crew members face as he shouts orders to turn the gas off from the fire that had blazing around the outside of the steel cage. Van X reaches across the table and picks up the championship belt! Van X makes his way over to the referee standing near the steel cage with the three articles in hand. Van X shouts at the referee, ordering him to open the cage door or be beaten to a bloody pulp, to be put lightly. The referee nervously fumbles the keys in his hand, then starts up toward the cage door.

Inside the ring, Nightmare pulls Exodus up to his feet, slamming his head against Exodus’! Nightmare grabs hold of a chunk of Exodus’ hair and pulls him down into a bent over position. He wraps leans over Exodus’ back and hooks him by the waist…

Nightmare turns his head toward the door, seeing Chris Van X forcing the referee to remove the lock on the cage door, so he pushes Exodus away out of the waistlock. Nightmare stays in place, waiting for Chris Van X to enter his house of pain, so to say. The door hinges whine, as the door is ripped wide open by Van X. Chris Van X enters the steel cage with his cane, the championship belt, and a bottle of lighter fluid in hand. Nightmare takes one step forward and Van X drops the bottle of fluid and the belt…Van X winds the cane back and takes a major league swing! Nightmare throws his hands up and blocks the cane shot, but it doesn’t help much. Swelled marks appear on Nightmare’s arms, as he lowers them.

T.L: Chris Van X is now trying to take out Nightmare!

Chris Van X steps forward with a stomp, stunning Nightmare with a stiff kick to the gut, followed by a forearm to the side of the head. Nightmare staggers to the sided, giving Van X enough time to pick up the bottle of lighter fluid off the canvas. He twists the lid off quickly, dousing the entire barbed-wire wrapped singapore cane in the liquid. Tossing the bottle to the side, Chris reaches into his pocket, pulling out a zippo lighter. His fingers snap across the top of the lighter, igniting the flame with ease. He swipes the flame across the side of the cane, WHOOF! Flames blaze up off the cane immediately, as Chris Van X swings the cane to his side. Nightmare stumbles forward, just as Chris Van X winds up and swats the cane across Nightmare’s head!

T.L:Dear lord….

Nightmare drops across the canvas, holding the side of his head. Exodus is on his hands and knees, merely a few feet away from Chris Van X. With a hop, Chris Van X swings the cane above his head like a sledgehammer, bringing the flaming barbs down across Exodus’ back! Exodus falls flat across the canvas on his stomach, but Van X swings the cane across his back several more times! Chris leans over and picks Exodus up to his knees, seconds after, he takes another swing. The low driven swing brings the cane across the side of Exodus’ head, flopping him across the canvas in a heap. The side of his face swollen with barb marks, welling up with crimson streams. Chris makes his way over to the to the Street Fight championship belt that he had brought into the ring, picking it up to make his way over to Nightmare.

T.L: Van X is out for blood!

C.P: Jesus Christ, Lockton, that’s fucking not obvious or anything.

Chris Van X lifts the championship belt above his head, just before he slams it down across the canvas before he finally leans over and pulls Nightmare up by the hair. Van X gives Nightmare a swift kick to the gut, bending him over to hook him around the waist. As the crowd roars loudly, Chris Van X jumps into the air and sends Nightmare crashing head first against the silver plated championship belt with a vicious piledriver! Chris Van X gets back up to his feet, rolling Nightmare over onto his back while he pulls the championship belt up. Van X thrusts the championship down across Nightmare’s chest, leaving him a bloody mess. Chris Van X grabs his barbed-wire wrapped singapore cane, as he exits the door from the steel cage to the ringside area.

T.L: Chris Van X just destroyed the Street Fight champion!

C.P: Destroyed? He fucking mutilated him…and Exodus!

Chris walks around the side of the steel cage, grabbing the microphone from the announcer.

Chris Van X: I told you, Maddog, it wasn’t over! It ain’t over until I say it’s over!

Van X throws the microphone down, as we cut to the commentator’s table.

C.P: I have no fucking idea, but it sure seemed like it.

T.L: Speaking of Maddog, he’s going up against Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt, NEXT!

C.P: These two are going to pull out all fucking stops, man. I can’t fucking wait to see it!

T.L: This is a feud of epic proportion, Cody. Maddog is out to humiliate Bonez and I’m sure it doesn’t help knowing that Clarkson made his decision…

C.P: Fuck, I’d be a tad bit bitter, too! Having an ally turn on you ain’t fuckin’ fun, man. Especially in a situation of this multitude!

T.L: Let’s get down to the ring, folks!

“The Empire Strikes First” by Bad Religion blares over the p.a. system, as the president of this company forges down to the ring. His fists are taped heavily, knowing that he is going into an all out war! His wrestling gear consists of: a pair of black cut-off shorts and a black t-shirt that reads, “I hate this town!”. The fans invite Maddog on his descent down the ramp with screams of hatred and a shower of garbage at his feet. His only actions toward the fans are two stern middle fingers in their faces as he passes by, but he doesn’t even look at them. His head stays straight forward, as he makes his way around the ring, taking a brief look under the apron. He leans under and pulls out a barbed-wire wrapped baseball bat, as he continues around the ring, placing the bat under one of the turnbuckles. Finally, Maddog makes his way around the corner of the ring and up the ring steps. He slowly enters the ring, making a v-line for the announcer, who holds out the microphone. Out of respect, Maddog nods at the announcer before taking the mic into his hand. He steps into the center of the ring, facing the entrance.

Maddog: First of all…it’s a pleasure being here….really…

Maddog lowers the mic and laughs to himself, lifting the mic to his mouth again.

Maddog: Second on the agenda, let me address Mr. Chris Van X. Coming out here and beating Nightmare into a bloody pulp won’t get you anywhere. If you’ve got the guts, I’ve got a couple minutes to spare before I bury Bonez inside this ring.

He pauses, waiting for Van X to make his way down to the ring, but nothing happens. He shrugs, as he turns his head to the crowd. Maddog points to the entrance with a smirk on his face.

Maddog: That’s what I fucking thought! Now listen up, I know that Bonez had a hard fought match earlier. If he needs a couple extra minutes to pull himself back together in order to fight me, go for it. In all honesty, I’m a respectable man, I’ll allow it. Or, you could cut out all the bullshit and come down here like a man. I told you that I was going to settle this little grudge, now bring your sorry, no good ass out here!

Without any music, Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt makes his way down to the ring – still feeling the slight effects of being thrown from the scaffold. He stops just before he gets to the apron of the ring, looking up at Maddog, who is now leaning against the top rope.

Maddog: That’s right, son. Climb through those ropes and let’s do this! I’m tired of waiting…there’s nowhere to hide, Bonez. Let’s do this!

Bonez slides under the bottom rope, entering the ring. Maddog steps back and tosses the microphone toward the ropes and he holds out his arms. As he backs away, he makes sure to plant his feet at the edge of the “Liberation” logo printed on the canvas. He points to the logo and instructs Bonez to bring it on…Bonez steps toward the center logo, but stops a few inches away. Maddog snickers, turning his head to the side taking Bonez for a joke.

The referee stands in the center of the ring with Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt standing near him. Bonez waves Maddog to step forward to meet him face to face. Maddog smirks as he steps forward, kicking the tips of his boots against the tips of Bonez’s. Maddog opens his mouth, putting his arms out to the side, ”You know what, mother fucker? It’s time to fucking put up or shut up. All you’ve done is fucking stand in front of a goddamn camera and talk shit to me. Now it’s about fucking time that you show me what kind of man you are!” Maddog thrusts his hands back into place, slapping his palms against Schmitt’s chest, pushing him back. Bonez steps forward to meet a wad of spit from Maddog’s mouth onto his boot. ”Let’s go, mother fucker!”, Maddog utters before Bonez meets him with a jab to the side of the head.

T.L: This battle has begun!

Maddog staggers back after the blow, but he shakes it off and sticks his chin out. He laughs as he points to his chin, ”C’mon, Bonez, is that your best fuckin’ shot?” Somewhat irritated by Maddog’s jaw-flapping, Bonez takes another swing at Maddog, wrapping him across the chin with a stinging right. Maddog staggers backward, bouncing his back against the ropes. He comes back off the ropes with his fists raised and anger raging through his eyes. Bonez puts his dukes up and the two step forward, trying to measure one another to get a shot in. Maddog swings a right at Bonez, who blocks it, not seeing Maddog wind up with his left fist. Maddog takes a barbaric swing, thudding his knuckles across Schmitt’s face, staggering him back. Maddog moves forward, grabbing Bonez by the head, forcing him in front chancery. Bonez sprawls back to get away, but Maddog thuds his knuckles across Bonez’s shoulder blade and kidney area, then he releases him with a slight push. Maddog holds his arms out to mock Bonez, but it doesn’t seem to aggravate him in any sort of manner. Maddog goes low, attempting a double leg takedown on Bonez, but Bonez hooks him in a front face-lock, thrusting him over onto his back. From here, Bonez mounts Maddog, pummeling him with several stinging rights to the jaw!

T.L: These two are out for blood! You can see the hatred boiling through these two men!

C.P: Bonez is looking for payback and Maddog is looking to dismantle his former team mate…if I didn’t like these fuckers so much, I’d enjoy this contest.

After a few more blows, Bonez pulls Maddog up by the dreadlocks, forcing him toward the turnbuckle. Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt throws Maddog back first against the buckle, grabbing the top rope with both hands. Bonez thrusts forward, hitting his shoulder against Maddog’s ribs, knocking the air out of him slightly. Bonez quickly hooks Maddog by the head with a front face-lock. He swings Maddog’s arm over his shoulder, while grabbing onto the side of Maddog’s torn shorts. He takes a step back and lifts up, elevating Maddog into the air for a high vertical suplex. Bonez holds Maddog up in the air for a few seconds before he lets him drop directly across his back against the mat! THUD! Bonez flips over into the lateral press, ONE………TWO…….KICK OUT!.

C.P: Fuck that, you aren’t going to pin Maddog with a fucking vertical suplex.

T.L: That’s for sure, Cody, that’s for sure. Maddog grabs Bonez by the back of the head, leading him into a full force left hook to the jaw. Bonez staggers back and Maddog approaches him with a swift strike, knocking him to the canvas with a closeline. ”That right, mother fucker!”, Maddog yells to the approval of himself. Maddog lifts his boot, slamming it down across Bonez’s ribcage, shuddering him slightly. He lifts his boot again, but Bonez sits up and grabs hold of the leg, sweeping Maddog flat onto his tailbone. Bonez rolls over onto his knees, grabbing a handful of Maddog’s dreadlocks, swatting him across the jaw with several right-handed jabs! Bonez releases his grip on Maddog’s locks, slowly getting back up to his feet. Maddog rolls over onto his stomach, pulling himself up from his position on his hands and knees. Maddog turns to Bonez, coming straight for him, only to meet a kick to the gut! Bonez grabs hold of Maddog’s wrist, pulling him into an irish-whip into the far ropes. Off the rebound, Maddog comes off the ropes with increased speed. Bonez ducks into a full grip, swinging Maddog into a full boar power-slam. The canvas rattles on impact, as Bonez holds Maddog down for the cover. ONE……TWO……MADDOG KICKS OUT!” Bonez hovers over Maddog, lifting him up by the head, slathering him across the face with several closed fists. Bonez gets Maddog back up to his feet, giving him a knee to the midsection. Maddog huddles over, only to be whipped into the turnbuckle! Bonez comes at the turnbuckle with force, flattening Maddog in the corner with a closeline! Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt lifts his closed fist, then sends a wad of spit flying onto his knuckles. Bonez winds up and clocks Maddog right in the lip, busting it open slightly. The blood drips down Maddog’s lip, as he hangs in the turnbuckle in an exhausted state. Bonez pushes Maddog’s back flush against the turnbuckle, while he jumps up onto the middle rope. Bonez flings his fist back to pummel Maddog. “HSHHH”, spit is knocked out of Maddog’s mouth after a blow to the chops. Bonez winds up again, but by this time Maddog has raised his arms underneath Bonez. Maddog’s hands lock on Bonez’s hips and within seconds, Maddog pries Bonez off the middle rope and sends him plunging to the canvas with a brief powerbomb!

T.L: These two are going at it like there is no tomorrow!

Maddog turns around and sees his barbed-wire wrapped baseball bat laying underneath the turnbuckle. His eyes light up, as he reaches down to pick it up. Successfully, he pulls the bat up, as Bonez gets to his feet. Bonez turns around, only to see Maddog coming at him with full force with the barbed-wire laced baseball bat in hand! Out of desperation, Bonez gives him a kick to the gut, ripping the barbed-wire bat out of his grasp. Bonez drops Madog to his knees by kicking Maddog in the back of the right leg. Bonez leans over Maddog’s back, swinging the barbed-wire bat over Maddog’s forehead! Bonez makes sure to pull Maddog’s hair out of the way, as he begins grinding the barbs into the soft tissue of Maddog’s forehead!

C.P: Bonez is fuckin’ showing Maddog who he be!

The wounds become visible, as blood starts streaming down the middle of Maddog’s forehead. Bonez sees the blood and pulls the bat away from Maddog’s head, tossing the bat to the canvas. Bonez grabs Maddog by the hair, leading him to a standing position, thus turning him around. Bonez winds up and hits Maddog in the forehead, hoping to bust him open further. Bonez grabs onto Maddog’s dreadlocks, throwing his arm back to clock Maddog one last time. He takes a swing, BLOCKED! Maddog had thrust his forearm up to block the blow, giving him enough time to back away from the situation to catch some much needed breath. Bonez steps right into a kick to the midsection from Maddog, who follows up with a high swinging neckbreaker. Bonez connects with the canvas, giving Maddog an advantage with a lateral press. ONE!……TWO!….KICK OUT!

T.L: Bonez still has fight left in him!

Maddog pulls Bonez up by the head, throttling him with several elbow thrusts to the right side of his head. Seeing the barbed-wire baseball bat laying on the canvas, Maddog leans over and picks it up in a quick movement. Bonez is still a bit staggered from the blows, but this doesn’t stop Maddog from attacking him. Maddog swings the barbed-wire bat over Bonez shoulder, grinding it across his forehead from behind! Maddog grabs the end of the bat with his right hand, just as he wraps his leg around Bonez’s. Maddog leans forward then pushes back with all of his might, raking the barbed-wire bat across Bonez’s head as well, as Maddog connects with a barbed-wire bat laced side Russian leg-sweep! Maddog pulls the barbed-wire bat away from Bonez’s head, lobbing the bat toward the ropes. Maddog flips over onto his knees, grabbing Bonez by the head and punishing him with several stiff closed lefts. ”FUCK YOU!”, Maddog bellows at Bonez, as he pulls his fist away from his face. Maddog slams Bonez head against the mat, backing into the turnbuckle. The referee raises his hands, ”ONE!………TWO!………THREE!…………FOUR!……FIVE!…”

T.L: Maddog is giving Bonez the easy way out! Why?! If he hates him so much, wouldn’t he be beating him from pillar to post?

C.P: Fuck, Lockton, he must have some other motives.

”EIGHT……..NI-…”, the referee’s count is broken, Bonez has gotten back up to his feet! Maddog comes out of the buckle with full force, making a v-line right toward Bonez. Maddog comes straight at him, but Bonez manages to drop out of the way, taking Maddog to the canvas with a drop toe hold! Bonez struggles up to his knees, hooking Maddog in with a tight ankle-lock submission. Maddog struggles to lift his arms toward the ropes, but they are further away than he had thought. He struggles to pull his body forward, bringing himself to the center of the ring, exactly where Bonez wants him! Bonez finally has a chance to stand up, while the referee checks in with Maddog. ”Do you give?”, the referee points his finger at Maddog, who is wincing to the point where he bears his teeth. ”NO!”, the words finally escape Maddog’s vocal chords. Several minutes pass with Bonez still struggling with the ankle-lock, until he finally gives up on the attempt to make the former “King of Hardcore” submit.

T.L: In all the tapes that I’ve ever seen, Maddog has never tapped out!

C.P: That’s the fucking truth, he won’t give up. He’s one stubborn son of a bitch and that’s going to hurt him later in this fucking match.

Bonez peels Maddog off the mat, slinging him into the ropes. Maddog limps his way toward the ropes, hooking his arms over the top rope to stop his momentum. Bonez immediately read this move, because he is already rushing at him with full force. Maddog ducks under and lifts Bonez into the air, trying to send him over the top rope with a back body drop! What Maddog doesn’t know is, Bonez had grabbed onto the top rope, helping to stabilize himself in mid-air. Which brings Bonez swinging over the top rope, as Maddog intended, but Bonez lands on his feet on the apron of the ring! Maddog stands up, thrusting his arms into the air, ”That’s right, mother fucker!”. Bonez swings his arm, sending Maddog flat across the canvas with a haymaker to the back of the head. Bonez quickly runs toward the turnbuckle, climbing quickly in order to make an airborne attack on his former friend. He gets to the top rope and takes a leap with his elbow extended outward. Bonez comes down across the canvas with his elbow, just missing Maddog, who had rolled under the bottom rope to the outside of the ring! Maddog rolls to the right, falling off the apron and back down onto the ringside floor. He struggles to his knees by grabbing hold of the apron skirt, which he flips onto the apron. Reaching underneath, Maddog pulls out a length of barbed-wire! He stands up now while holding onto the wire, dangling from his palm for all to see. Maddog slides the wire under the bottom rope, turning to grab a steel chair from nearby. He folds the chair up and sends it over the top rope, then returns to the ring as well.

T.L: He’s said it and he’s doing it. Maddog is going back to his hardcore roots!

C.P: The fuckin’ bloody hardcore roots!

Upon reentering the ring, Maddog picks up the length of barbed-wire. The crowd screams with anticipation, as these two former allies tear each other apart. Maddog tugs the barbed-wire to straighten it out, soon beginning to wrap it around his forearm. Bonez starts to get up, but Maddog stops his actions and drops the bottom of his boot across Schmitt’s back! He wraps the wire around his forearm, stopping near his elbow. Bonez is back up to his hands and knees, which brings Maddog over him to help pull him off the mat. Maddog grabs onto Bonez’s head, but gets a surprise when Bonez hits him low! Maddog grabs himself and stumbles back into the ropes, as Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt comes back at him. Bonez kicks Maddog in his already wounded leg, trying to take the wheel out from under him. Maddog almost topples over before he finally grabs onto the top rope to keep himself upright. Bonez grabs Maddog by the hair and drags him along the ropes into the turnbuckle. Bonez pulls Maddog’s head back and slams him face first against the turnbuckle cover. He pulls his head back again and completes another turnbuckle smash, resulting in Bonez turning Maddog around and pushing his back against the buckle. Bonez puts both of Maddog’s arms behind the ropes, then open-hand slaps him across the cheek! Maddog’s head flings to the side, but as he tries to turn back to Bonez – he gets caught with a right hook. Maddog pulls his arms loose from the ropes to stagger along the side of the ropes. He staggers away from Bonez, but from behind, Bonez dives down and chop-blocks his leg! Maddog flips over backward, landing on the back of his neck. Bonez grabs onto one of Maddog’s arms and drags him toward the center of the buckle, then climbs onto the middle rope. Bonez barely leaps off the middle rope, driving his kneecap down across Maddog’s face!

T.L: Bonez is looking to rearrange Maddog’s face!

C.P: Sure as shit, Maddog is probably thinking the same thing!

Bonez pulls Maddog over a few feet, sitting him upright, before he jogs over to the corner. Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt comes out of the buckle with a slight limp, but he manage to grab hold of Maddog’s neck and he flips over him, snapping his neck forward! Maddog’s neck jolts forward, forcing him to fall flat back across the mat. Bonez gets back up to his feet and staggers in a half-circle, falling down across Maddog’s chest, hooking the leg! ONE……TWO….KICK OUT!

T.L: I can’t believe he’s kicking out yet!

C.P: He’s not gonna let this one go! He won’t fuckin’ quit until Bonez is done!

Bonez slaps the canvas with his palm in anger, getting onto his knees. He grabs Maddog’s dreadlocks and forces him up to his feet. Bonez scoops Maddog up and hoists him over his shoulder, then charges at the turnbuckle! Merely inches away, Maddog manages to slide off of Bonez’ shoulder, landing on his feet with a push to Bonez’ back. Bonez hits his chest against the turnbuckle, but doesn’t inflict any damage upon himself. He quickly turns around, as Maddog regains his composure. Maddog takes a wild swing….Bonez ducks! The momentum of the swing swings Maddog around in a full circle! Bonez lunges forward, clasping his hands around Maddog’s waist. Maddog tries to run forward, but Bonez holds on with a tight grip. The referee rushes over to the turnbuckle, watching on as the two struggle with one another.

T.L: It looks to me like a stalemate!

Bonez has Maddog hooked tightly in the rear waist-lock, attempting a german suplex. The referee stands behind both men in the turnbuckle, as Maddog struggles to get free. He flips his head to the side, seeing the referee behind them, and he starts to push Bonez back. Bonez struggles, but Maddog has enough momentum going to force Bonez into the turnbuckle, crashing into the referee! The referee falls to the canvas in a heap and Bonez releases his grip to turn around and see who they ran over. He sees the downed referee and he tries to lean over to grab him to get him up, but Maddog hooks him from behind. Maddog locks his two hands together and lifts Bonez over, flipping him onto his back with a bridged german suplex! Maddog waits for a count, but the referee is still not up! Maddog releases the waist-lock, flipping Bonez over onto the mat.

A few minutes pass before both men are back on their feet with the referee now standing as well! Maddog leans over and places his palms on his knees, huffing for air, but Bonez tries to take advantage of his breathless enemy. Bonez rushes in at Maddog, but Maddog now stands upright and swings his barbed-wire wrapped arm at Bonez. Bonez tries to put his hands up, but it’s too late! Maddog rifles him across the middle of his forehead with his forearm! Bonez hits the canvas like a bag of bricks, as Maddog staggers back from the force of the blow. He tumbles through the middle rope and lands on the apron, grabbing onto the bottom rope. He tumbles down off the apron, still holding the rope, barely able to stand at this point. Leaning over, he pulls the apron up one last time before, he reaches underneath. The camera view switches, showing Maddog’s actions. He grabs onto the leg of a table and tugs on it, pulling out from underneath the ring. Maddog struggles with the table for a few seconds before he finally manages to flop it up onto the apron and slides it under the bottom rope.

Bonez wipes a smear of blood away from his eyes, as he leans back on his knees. His eyes dart over to Maddog, who is rolling under the bottom rope. Bonez grips the side of his head with one hand, as he gets to his feet after the mighty blow from Maddog. The referee backs away, as the two approach each other again. Maddog dives forward to lock-up with Bonez! Bonez ducks down while moving forward, lifting Maddog up by the waist! Bonez spins around and drives Maddog into the canvas with a spine-buster! Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt wipes the blood away from his eyes one last time before he rolls over Maddog’s chest with a hook of the leg. ONE………TWO…..SHOULDER UP!

T.L: This is unbelievable, folks, I haven’t seen a fight like this in a long time!

C.P: Both of these tough mother fuckers are in this to win. They are out here to fuckin’ disprove one another…

Again, Bonez has Maddog where he wants him, pulling him up to his feet. Bonez hooks in a front face-lock, swinging Maddog’s arm over his shoulder. Bonez jerks Maddog in further by tightening the face-lock, thrusting his free arm around Maddog’s leg. Bonez pulls Maddog’s leg in toward his other hand…

T.L: This is it! Maddog is finished!

C.P: BONEZ-FUCKIN’-BOMB!

Bonez tries to lock his hands, but the prolonged attempt at his finisher allows Maddog to gain some much-needed energy. Maddog thrusts his left arm to the side, bringing it in, blasting Bonez across the ribs with the side of his fist. Bonez struggles to hold on, but Maddog blasts him again and it’s the final straw that breaks the hold! Maddog exhaustedly pushes Bonez away!

T.L: It can’t be! He broke Schmitt’s grip!

Bonez takes a desperation swing at Maddog, but Maddog throws up both of his arms just in time. Schmitt’s fist knocks off the middle of both of Maddog’s forearms! Maddog steps back and quickly sends a drop-kick to Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt’s kneecap, knocking him down to the mat! Maddog forces himself back up, bleeding profusely, managing to get near to the table laying near the bottom rope. Maddog lifts the table up and over his head with a roar, turning back over to Bonez. Bonez is almost up to his hands and knees, but Maddog slams the table across his back! Bonez is flattened under the table!

T.L: The blood loss is taking it’s toll on both men. I don’t know how much longer this can go on…the time is ticking down!

C.P: Fuck, I can now say that I respect both of these crazy fuckers.

Maddog staggers forward, pulling the table off of Schmitt’s back. Lifting up one end of the table, Maddog drags the end half toward the turnbuckle. He turns around and flips the legs out on the elevated side, placing the legs on the mat. He lifts up the other side of the table and sets the legs up, propping the table onto both sets of legs. Maddog makes his way back over to Bonez, gripping him by the head. Maddog pulls up on Bonez’s head, but he can’t pull him off the mat due to exhaustion that had set in. Maddog drops Schmitt’s head, then grabs him by the arm and puts his head under his arm-pit. Maddog forces Bonez off the mat, dragging him toward the table in a staggered fashion. Bonez pulls away slightly, but Maddog sends an elbow to his side! Bonez staggers against the table, holding himself up with use of the table….Maddog raises his barbed-wire wrapped right arm and slams it down across the small of Schmitt’s back! Schmitt yowls in pain, as the barbs penetrate his skin. Quickly Maddog grabs onto the back of Schmitt’s head and bashes him forehead first off the table, before dragging him back in the direction he had intended on. Maddog leads Bonez by the head to the turnbuckle, but Maddog turns his back against the buckle. He steps up onto the middle rope, tugging Bonez in further. He steps up onto the top rope and places his feet over the top buckle and places both feet back on the middle buckle. Maddog slams his fist across the side of Schmitt’s face one more time before he forces Bonez to step up onto the middle buckle, as well. Maddog pulls Bonez’s head down to hook him around the waist. Maddog locks his arms around the waist, making sure that Bonez has no way to escape.

T.L: Bonez is in trouble, folks, no doubt about it!

Maddog lifts Bonez off the middle rope by Bonez’s waist, letting out an animal-like roar. Quickly, Maddog flips Bonez into the air, immediately leaping off the top rope!

T.L: SUPER-BOMB!

Bonez’s full weight comes down across the middle of the table, cracking it easily into two distinct pieces. Maddog rolls over onto his back, kicking his legs across the mat. A chant of, ”PIN HIM! PIN HIM!” comes from the fans. Maddog gets to his knees, finally standing up. He slowly leans over Bonez, flipping particles of broken table away from the scene, before falling down onto Bonez! Maddog leans his head against the canvas, as the referee jumps down to throw his palm against the canvas. ONE……..TWO…….THREE! Maddog lifts himself off of Bonez and crawls over to the ropes. He grabs onto the middle rope and pulls himself up to a standing position, looking down at his barbed-wire wrapped arm. Blood is pouring down from several wounds inflicted upon himself after landing on the canvas and bashing Bonez across the skull. The referee jumps over Bonez and rushes to Maddog, lifting his unharmed arm into the air in victory!

T.L: Maddog has done it! He has defeated Bonez once and for all!

C.P: It took fuckin’ all Maddog had…but Maddog to put him out! He fuckin’ did it!

The camera keeps on Maddog, as staggers down the entrance ramp with shouts of respect from the Canadian fans. He turns to the fans just before he reaches the curtain, raising his arms in the air. ”I TOLD YOU ALL! I TOLD YOU ALL THAT I’D DEFEAT BONEZ!”, Maddog shouts with a bloody smile on his face. His arms lower, just as a figure emerges from behind the curtain. CRACK! Maddog tumbles forward after being belted across the back of the head with an object that could barely be seen due to it’s speed! The camera moves upward and away from Maddog, as we see Chris Van X standing over Maddog with the cane raised high into the air. ”That’s right! It ain’t over!”, Van X shouts at Maddog. Van X swings the cane down and cracks it across Maddog’s back! Maddog writhes in pain, as he rises to his knees. Van X measures the side of Maddog’s head with the cane, swinging the cane back…CRACK! The blow levels Maddog, dropping him face first across the floor in a puddle of his own blood.

T.L: Chris Van X has no compassion at all!

C.P: That son of a bitch! He’s just fuckin’ lucky that Clarkson out there to stick that fucking cane right up his ass!

Van X slaps Maddog’s back with the cane one last time, before he leaves turns back through the curtain, obviously proving his point.

C.P: That’s the fuckin’ truth, Lockton, at least you fucking see it!

T.L: Well, folks, we’re on the chopping block!

C.P: I’ve been waiting all fuckin’ night for this!

T.L: Next up, we have our main event of the evening. The possible final encounter between G-Man and Clarkson…the epic feud that has escalated from Liberation to pay per view once again.

C.P: Hopefully this fuckin’ time, Clarkson can take him out for fuckin’ good!

T.L: Two out of three falls takes home the championship belt, folks. These two are going to be on each other’s throats…they both yearn for this championship belt….who will walk away champion?

C.P: My fuckin’ money is down on Clarkson!

Three Days Grace hits the arena like a bomb, bringing forth an array of chanting from the Canadian fans in favor of their hero, G-Man. The lights dim slightly, as the camera zooms in on the entrance curtain, which is now lit up with a spotlight. The curtain opens and out steps the challenger for the Ultimate Heavyweight championship, primed and ready to go; G-MAN! The crowd erupts in a chant of ”G-MAN! G-MAN!”, as he slowly makes his way down the aisle. His determination shows directly on his face, showing very little contact with the fans. G-Man makes his way around the ringside area, climbing up the ring steps, pulling himself into the ring through the middle and top rope. He walks around the ring, grabbing the top rope, until he gets to the turnbuckle. G-Man grabs the top rope with both hands and pulls himself up, thrusting his arms into the air. The fans roar again, as a smile extends across his face. He hops down from the turnbuckle, making his way across the ring to the turnbuckle nearest to the entry way. He jumps up on the buckle and raises his arms, ”G-MAN! G-MAN!”. The capacity crowd’s chants are drown out by the blaring tune of “Cryptorchild” by Marilyn Manson! The crowd directs their attention to the entrance ramp, hissing immediately. The curtain opens to bring us none other than, JUSTIN “THE REAL FUCKING DEAL” DENISON! Denison hobbles his way down the ramp a few feet on his crutches, turning to the side and pointing at the curtain, where ”The King of Hardcore” Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson pushes his way past the curtain. The belt is fastened around his waist, glimmering in the blinding lights emitting from high above the arena floor. The two make their way down to the ring, slowly but cautiously. Denison stands foot by the apron, as Clarkson enters the ring.

T.L: I’ve got goosebumps, Cody!

C.P: Goosebumps over men? Damn, Ton, nah I’m just playin’. This is the match we’ve all be fuckin’ waiting for!

T.L: Tonight, this feud will be put to rest. Tonight, we will see the ultimate showdown between Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson and the likes of Greg “G-Man” Manix!

C.P: Clarkson’s going to fuckin’ put him to shame!

Clarkson reaches his hands behind his back, unlatching the championship belt. He takes a look at it one last time, slapping it’s main plate before he hands it over to the referee. The referee in turn turns around and holds the belt up to G-Man. G-Man nods his head at the referee, who then carries the belt over to the corner, leaning through the ropes to hand it over to the timekeeper. Denison slaps the canvas, trying to help pump his associate up. Clarkson steps directly in the center of the ring with his arms overlapped on his chest, as G-Man nears him. The two exchange words, as the referee looks at both men. The announcer stays in the corner of the ring.

Announcer: Right now, we are about to commence with our main event bout of the evening!

Announcer: First let me introduce the man standing my right! Tonight, he is considered the number one contender for the Ultimate World Wrestling Federation, Ultimate Heavyweight Championship. Former heavyweight champion, the one and the only, GREG….G-MAN….MANNNIIIIX!

Announcer: Now, let me introduce our current, undisputed Ultimate Heavyweight Champion. Accompanied by Justin “The Real Deal” Denison, let me introduce to you….”The King of Hardcore”…JEREMY…..”REPENT”….CLARKSON!

The announcer exits the ring, as Jeremy unfolds his arms from over his chest and Denison points at G-Man through the ropes yelling, ”You better believe it, G-Spot! You better fucking believe that Clarkson’s the champ!”. The referee throws his arm in the air, calling for the bell. Clarkson takes a step forward, pushing his chest against G-Man’s.

T.L: These two are ready to go!

C.P: Un-fucking-doubtedly!

G-Man takes a step back to give himself room, before he pushes Clarkson’s chest, receiving a reply of a stiff right jab to the chin! G-Man shakes the blow off, throwing one of his own. Clarkson blocks it, throwing another blow in G-Man’s direction, staggering him slightly. Clarkson grabs G-Man by the arm, whipping him across the ring and into the ropes! G-Man comes off the ropes and Clarkson drops to his stomach, leading G-Man to jump over him and go off the far set of ropes. Clarkson jumps to his feet, but G-Man had gained too much speed for him to react quick enough – leading G-Man to knock him down to the canvas with a closeline. G-Man leans over and grabs Clarkson by the head pulling him back up to his feet, following up with a forearm to the side of the head. G-Man thrusts a second forearm to the side of Clarkson’s head before he finally scoops him up and slams him to the canvas. G-Man lifts his arm, swiftly dropping an elbow across Clarkson’s chest. G-Man goes for the cover early, ONE…..TWO….Clarkson pulls his shoulder up. G-Man grabs a clump of Clarkson’s hair, thrusting his closed right fist directly across Clarkson’s forehead. After a few blows, G-Man pulls Clarkson off the mat and he whips him into the turnbuckle. Clarkson slams back first off the buckle and holds himself into place, while G-Man comes across the ring with a full head of steam! In the nick of time, Clarkson drives out the buckle, driving G-Man to the canvas with a spear. Still holding onto G-Man, Clarkson frees his right arm and starts swinging at the side of G-Man’s skull! You can almost hear the sound of Clarkson’s knuckles connecting with the side of G-Man’s skull. Clarkson rises to his feet, only to pull G-Man up along with him. Clarkson whips G-Man into the ropes, moving in to collide with G-Man as he rebounds off the ropes. G-Man bounces back at Clarkson and the two collide shoulder to shoulder! The shoulders collide, but neither man hits the canvas! The two glare at each other for a second, before they switch directions to go off the ropes, the two come at each other once again! The two meet near the center of the ring and G-Man takes a swing for a closeline, Clarkson ducks and keeps going toward the ropes. Clarkson hits the ropes and holds on, just as G-Man jumps up to hit him with a drop-kick, landing on his back. G-Man quickly gets back to his feet, but Clarkson is already all over him. Jeremy Clarkson grabs G-Man by the head, pushing toward the buckle. Clarkson winds back to slam G-Man head first into the turnbuckle, but G-Man puts his leg up and blocks the attempt at a turnbuckle smash! G-Man fires off a back elbow to Clarkson’s gut! He turns back slightly, grabbing hold of Clarkson’s head, slamming him against the top turnbuckle cover. G-Man lifts Clarkson’s right arm up, putting his head under his arm. Grabbing Clarkson around the waist, G-Man lifts him off the man and drops him to the canvas with a belly-to-back suplex! G-Man with a lateral press, ONE…….TWO….CLARKSON THROWS HIS SHOULDER OFF THE MAT!

T.L: A near-fall by G-Man. He wants that belt!

C.P: If that’s not fucking obvious, I don’t know what is.

G-Man pushes Clarkson’s down again, ONE…..TWO……NO! G-Man’s frustration shows through as he brings Clarkson back up to his feet. G-Man tries to scoop Clarkson up, but Clarkson meets him with an elbow strike to the side of the face. G-Man backs away slightly with Clarkson moving in. Clarkson drops low and hooks G-Man under his leg and tries to grab the arm for a fireman’s carry take-down, but drops to the side and drives Clarkson’s head into the canvas with a short d-d-t.

T.L: Clarkson seems to be a bit too confident.

C.P: I’d be just as fucking confident if I beat G-Man as many times as Clarkson has!

G-Man holds onto Clarkson’s neck, as he struggles onto his knees. G-Man under-hooks Clarkson’s arm and flips him into a pin, ONE……TWO…..NO! Clarkson bridges up, forcing his upper-body off the canvas, quickly twisting. From the twist, Clarkson forces G-Man over onto his back. Clarkson throws one arm around G-Man’s head bringing the other under his arm, hooking in a amateur style headlock. Clarkson applies more pressure, forcing G-Man’s shoulders across the mat. ONE……..TWO… G-Man’s shoulder thrusts up for only a few seconds before Clarkson pushes his back down. ONE……TWO… The shoulder comes up again and this time Clarkson releases the headlock to get back up to his feet. Clarkson lifts his boot and brings it down, G-Man catches the foot! He holds on, as he get to his knees and finally back up to his feet. Clarkson hops up and down on his free leg, until G-Man thrusts one of his legs behind Clarkson’s and trips to the mat. G-Man, who is still holding onto the leg, lifts his knee and drops it down across Clarkson’s, sandwiching it against the mat. G-Man pulls the leg up again and tries to spin around Clarkon’s leg for a figure-four, but Clarkson pops up into a sitting position. It only takes a second before Clarkson wraps G-Man up into a small package! ONE……TWO….. G-Man rolls his body over onto Clarkson’s, locking his legs and arms tightly. Clarkson’s cradle is used against him and he has nowhere to go! ONE……TWO…..THREE!

T.L: Wow!

C.P: Bullshit! That count was fast! I declare a recall fucking fucking now!

T.L: This isn’t the Florida elections, Cody.

C.P: FU-CK…YOU!

G-Man jumps to his feet, raising his arms with pride over winning the first fall. Clarkson is in a rage, grabbing the referee by the shirt. ”What the fuck is wrong with you? You know damn well my shoulders were off that fucking mat!” The referee pulls away and declares his decision was a just one. Clarkson winds up and shoves the referee before he is turned around by G-Man.

T.L: Clarkson’s temper is going to be his downfall…

G-Man drives his knee into Clarkson’s stomach, knocking the spit right out of him. He soon hooks onto Clarkson’s arms, under-hooking both arms behind his back. Clarkson struggles, but G-Man thrusts his knee into his midsection a second time to make sure he’s opened up. G-Man finally reaches his position, sending Clarkson to the mat with a butter-fly suplex into a bridge! Clarkson kicks his legs, but doesn’t have enough in him to elude this maneuver. ONE………TWO….…The referee is distracted by the likes of Justin Denison! G-Man releases Clarkson’s arms and rolls over onto his back. G-Man notices Denison on the outside so he decides to go over to the ropes to greet him. G-Man points at him and yells a few threats at Denison, as Denison raises his crutch at him with anger. Clarkson is back up! It takes a few moments before Clarkson regains his senses, by this time G-Man is already coming at him. G-Man moves in and Clarkson thrusts his arms out and grabs hold of his shoulders. The two tangle up in a collar and elbow tie-up, shoving each other back and forth. Clarkson takes a huge step forward and pushes G-Man against the ropes, but G-Man turns it around and Clarkson and forces him off the right. The two turn the lock-up along the ropes, until finally Clarkson manages to thrust G-Man’s back up against the turnbuckle with force. Clarkson pushes G-Man’s arms away from his shoulder and elbow, pushing his head up by placing his palm under G-Man’s chin. With one hand under G-Man’s chin, he takes a step back and quickly removes his hand, slamming the back of his elbow into G-Man’s sternum. G-Man falls forward into a face-lock from Clarkson, who pulls him away from the buckle. Clarkson swings G-Man’s arm up and over, hooking him by the leg. Jeremy Clarkson makes a quick thrust, lifting G-Man into the air into a vertical suplex set-up. He takes one step back and kicks his legs out, dropping G-Man across his skull with a high angle brain-buster! G-Man flops across his back and is immediately covered by Clarkson! ONE……TWO…..G-MAN BARELY KICKS OUT!

C.P: Fuck! C’mon ref!

T.L: That was a close call for G-Man! Clarkson almost tied the score with that sick brain-buster.

Denison pounds the canvas with the bottom of his hand, as Clarkson pulls G-Man back up. G-Man shows a slight fatigue, which gives Clarkson a slight advantage over him. Clarkson grabs onto G-Man’s arm and forces him into a shoulder-block. Clarkson holds onto the wrist, shoving G-Man back only to pull him into another shoulder blow. The shoulders collide once again, showing it’s toll on G-Man’s body. Clarkson tosses G-Man’s arm to the side, just before he grabs him by both sides of the head and bashes the middle of his forehead across the bridge of G-Man’s nose!

T.L: Oww! That had to hurt badly!

C.P: It’s not like it was supposed to fuckin’ feel good…goddamn you, Tony.

G-Man wobbles backward with his hands covering his face. G-Man slightly loses his balance, falling against the top rope, bringing his arms over to hold on with both arms. He takes a deep breath of air, before he notices Clarkson coming at him with full force. Clarkson collides with G-Man’s chest, toppling them both over the top rope to the outside of the ring with a Cactus Jack-esque closeline!

T.L: This battle has escalated to the outside, folks. This is Clarkson’s element, he’s a classic hardcore, brawler.

C.P: That’s fuckin’ right, bitch.

T.L: But, we have seen G-Man do well in this sort of situation. Mind you, the bout he had with Bonez at Liberation. He took advantage of that environment.

C.P: Let me fucking remind you that Clarkson is the fuckin’ king of hardcore!

It takes a moment for both men to regain their momentum, but as soon as they do the battle rages on with full force! Blow after blow, both men return the fight to one another. G-Man takes too much time to wind up and Clarkson takes advantage of it with a kick to the knee. G-Man cowers over, but Clarkson won’t let him relax one bit. Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson grabs G-Man by the arm and steps forward quickly, tugging on G-Man’s arm. From the tug, Clarkson sends G-Man crashing shoulder first into the ring post! G-Man wobbles away from the post, holding his arm and showing a slight painful wince. G-Man staggers to the rail, as the fans lean over the rail to show him some appreciation. Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson now has a steel chair folded up and he’s headed right toward G-Man. G-Man pulls away from the railing, but Clarkson stops him dead in his tracks by driving the chair into his midsection with authority! The chair blow doubles G-Man over and Clarkson takes advantage of that as well by wrapping the chair across his shoulder-blades! Having enough with the chair, Clarkson throws it to the side and slaps G-Man in a side headlock to push him against the rail once again. Clarkson pushes G-Man away from the headlock to bend G-Man over. Clarkson grabs the back of his neck and the back of his ring attire, flipping him over the railing into the crowd! G-Man crashes down across the front row seats, that fans have now evacuated, landing on several steel chairs. Clarkson hops over the railing to go after G-Man, immediately grabbing a steel chair without folding it up. G-Man gets to his hands and knees, but Clarkson sends the chair sailing down across his back with authority! WHAM! Clarkson picks up another chair and does the exact same with it, WHAM! G-Man starts to crawl away, but Clarkson stops him dead in his tracks with a heavy boot to the spine! Leaning over, Clarkson pulls G-Man up by the head, slapping him in a side headlock. G-Man huffs for air, as Clarkson leads him through the crowd and up the stairs toward the entrance. Clarkson throws a few shots at G-Man’s ribs as he continues to drag him through the set of doors. Security guards holds the set of doors open, as the two proceed down the narrow hallway. Clarkson repositions his hand and swings G-Man head first into the wall! THWACK! G-Man’s arms slap across the wall, as he tries to hold himself up. Clarkson pushes on G-Man’s head to grind his face against the concrete, not noticing G-Man’s hand grasping a plate of glass that covers a event poster on the wall above. G-Man pulls the piece of glass off it’s bolts, as Clarkson pulls him away from the wall. G-Man turns around and swats the pane of glass over Clarkson’s head! CRASH! Glass showers the floor and Clarkson drops down to his knees to hold the top of his head. G-Man grabs Clarkson by his hair and drags him along the hallway on his knees. G-Man tugs hard enough to bring Clarkson up to his feet, as they approach the large open area that consists of concession booths and the merchandise tables. G-Man drags the dazed Clarkson along for a short while before he turns around and smacks Clarkson with a stiff jab. Clarkson swings his hands up to block another blow, but G-Man hooks him by the head and runs him over to a merchandise table. G-Man pulls Clarkon’s head down and bashes him across the table top!

T.L: This is insane!

C.P: I guess since the referee has decided to follow, this mu-fuckin’ match is falls count anywhere! I fuckin’ love it!

G-Man pulls Clarkson’s head away from the table, but Clarkson fires off two back elbows to his ribs. G-Man huddles over and backs away, but Clarkson has some other plans in mind. Clarkson leans over the table and removes the contents by swooping his arms from the middle of the table toward the outside edges.

T.L: So much for memorabilia…

C.P: Eh, I disagree, Ton. Clarkson’s lookin’ to give that bitch, G-Man, a permanent piece of memorabilia across his face!

Clarkson wipes the speckles of blood and sweat away from his forehead and turns around. G-Man rushes at Clarkson, but Clarkson side-steps and grabs hold of G-Man’s head…THUD! G-Man is thrown head long against the table with force, probably knocking the living daylights out of him! Clarkson presses G-Man’s upper body against the table for long enough to lift his elbow and drop it down onto G-Man’s spine. G-Man shudders as the elbow connects…Clarkson lifts his elbow again…THUD! The table rattles on impact of the blow.

C.P: Fo serious, Clarkson is the fuckin’ man!

T.L: Clarkson is showing his vicious side right here, folks. It can’t get much more primal than this.

Jeremy Clarkson takes a deep breath of air, before he lifts G-Man’s legs onto the table. Clarkson leans over the side of the table and climbs up to accompany G-Man on the top of the table. The referee looks on, as Clarkson pulls G-Man up to his feet. G-Man is barely able to stand on his own will, but that doesn’t matter much since Clarkson has now bent him over and has his arms wrapped around G-Man’s waist.

C.P: C’mon Clarkson! I knew you could fuckin’ show G-Man who’s boss!

G-Man lifts up to possibly block Clarkson’s attempts, but Clarkson removes one arm from around his waist. G-Man lifts up further, but Clarkson drives the point of his elbow into G-Man’s shoulder, which stops him immediately. The referee leans forward attentively, as Clarkson puts his arm back into place. He struggles to lock his arms together due to the sweat glazing his arms. In a quick burst, Clarkson lifts G-Man’s legs off the table! G-Man’s head aims down at the table, as Clarkson takes a steps back. His feet plant and you can see him slowly jerking G-Man downward with his grip around G-Man’s stomach. Clarkson pulls down with all of his might, pulling G-Man’s head down between his legs with the sit-out piledriver, BOOM! The table collapses, sending both men to the floor in a heap of body parts.

T.L: OH MY GOD!

C.P: C’mon Clarkson! You’ve fuckin’ got him! Pin him! Pin him! Pin him right fucking now, man!

T.L: Both men are physically exhausted…they are pulling out everything that they’ve got to bring home that coveted championship belt.

Clarkson wipes the sweat from his brow, as he gets to his hands and knees. He sees G-Man playing flat across his back, huffing for air. Clarkson pushes his hands off the floor and takes a dive forward onto his chest. The referee jumps forward, sailing onto his stomach across the concrete floor. His eyes light up, as he checks to see if G-Man’s shoulders are both flat across the floor. It only takes a second before his hand slaps the floor loudly and his voice bellows out for the crowd of fans and event staff standing nearby to hear, ”ONE!…………..TWO!……….THREE!”

Clarkson rolls off of G-Man, flipping onto his back. He blinks his eyes several times, as he takes in a few fresh gulps of air. It takes a minute or two before Clarkson has enough energy to pull himself up, but he does it! The referee helps G-Man up to his feet, as Clarkson stumbles his way down the hallway to enter the propped open doors into the general seating area. He stops at the top of the column of stairs, turning his head to see the fans that had risen to their feet at his right and left. Raising his arms in the air, Clarkson tilts his head back to show everyone that he successfully pinned G-Man to even the score to one fall to one fall! ”Seek and Destroy” by Metallica cranks up over the arena’s speakers, forcing Clarkson to thrust his head down and lower his arms. The referee and G-Man approach him from behind, as he scans the crowd and the ringside area with his eyes. Feeling the presence of the referee behind him, Clarkson turns around with his fists up, quickly lowering them once he sees who is behind him. Clarkson and G-Man lock eyes, showing signs of confusion.

T.L: What’s going on here?

C.P: I couldn’t fuckin’ tell ya.

The music finally cuts out and Clarkson yells out, ”He’s shockering everyone again!” Clarkson chuckles, as he raises his arms into the air once again. G-Man lets out of slight chuckle, before he pounces Clarkson apparently out of nowhere! G-Man staggers Clarkson backward, tripping on the edge of the step. Clarkson grabs onto G-Man as he starts to fall back and the two tumble down the flight of stairs! The crowd roars, while the two bounce against the hard concrete steps. The two stop rolling once they reach the leveled section that separates the sections of fans. Clarkson and G-Man get on their hands and feet, as the crowd makes a circle around the men. Clarkson and G-Man blindly crawl toward each other, soon knocking the tops of their heads together! The two sit up and start swinging wildly, barely hitting each other in the intended target. Clarkson reaches up and pulls G-Man’s head down, then he places his hands on G-Man’s shoulders. Pushing down on G-Man’s shoulders, Clarkson finally gets back up to his feet. Clarkson tries to back away from G-Man, but G-Man grabs him by the leg and pulls himself slightly into standing position.

T.L: I can’t see how two men could continue this long…I’m impressed!

C.P: You’re talking about the champ, Clarkson…goddamn it! You should be impressed by his superb stamina, mother fucker!

G-Man jabs Clarkson in the gut from his knees, giving him enough time to finally stand back up. G-Man turns toward the second set of stairs and starts down them, leaving Clarkson to himself. G-Man steps down onto the main level of the arena, but fans prevent him from moving any closer to the ring. Security tries to break a gap through the fans, but Clarkson is approaching G-Man too quickly. Clarkson is a few steps away from touching the floor, but it doesn’t stop him from leaping forward and tackling G-Man from behind! Clarkson’s weight forces G-Man to tumble forward and the two men collapse against the frenzied crowd! Several fans are knocked down, but security pulls them out of harm’s way with quick action. Clarkson crawls over G-Man and continues to crawl all the way through the parted fans to the railing. He uses the guardrail to pull himself up, then he leans over the rail and flops exhaustedly over the rail and into the confines of the ringside area. G-Man takes a few minutes before he can actually make it to the railing, but by this time the security has opened it up so G-Man can walk right through. As soon as G-Man enters the ringside area, the gap is closed by the arena security and the fight is back on! G-Man notices Clarkson leaning against the ring post, so he tries to gain as much speed as he can in his direction. Clarkson turns just in time to have G-Man body splash him up against the heavy steel ring post! G-Man grabs a hand full of Clarkson’s hair and slings him toward the apron. G-Man grabs onto Clarkson’s wrestling gear and slings him under the bottom rope. G-Man follows Clarkson into the ring, pulling Clarkson up to his feet. From the standing position, G-Man pushes Clarkson’s back against the ropes and sends him across the ring with an irish-whip. Only taking a few steps forward, G-Man waits for Clarkson to come back at him. Slightly dazed yet, Clarkson comes straight for G-Man, who turns his body in a full circle to add momentum to his swinging elbow. G-Man rocks Clarkson across the jaw with the stiff roaring elbow, forcing him to hit the canvas!

T.L: That could be the final blow, Cody. He hit him with ruthless intent!

C.P: Shit!

G-Man turns to the fans after knocking Clarkson to the canvas with a heavy roaring elbow to the cranium. He raises his arms to the fans, knowing that Denison is standing only a few feet away, almost mocking him. From behind, Clarkson shoots his arm around G-Man’s leg for a roll-up, but G-Man manages to grab the middle rope to narrowly avoid the pinfall situation! G-Man holds on for dear life, when Denison quickly steps forward and takes a swing, catching G-Man across the jaw with one hell of a haymaker! G-Man’s grip on the ropes is released, as Clarkson forces him over into the school-boy roll-up! ONE………TWO….[Clarkson pushes down harder on G-Man’s shoulders]……KICK OUT!”

T.L: These two are running on pure adrenaline!

C.P: Fuck, that was a slow count! What’s with this fucking referee?

T.L: I think he’s doing an excellent job, Cody! That count was right on the money and you can’t deny that. He’s out there calling this classic bout right down the middle!

Clarkson is the first to stand, but he waits for G-Man to struggle to his feet before continuing his assault. G-Man staggers at Clarkson and takes a massive swing, just hoping to connect…but he doesn’t! Clarkson ducks under the punch and moves! Darting his head to G-Man’s side, he hooks his arms around G-Man’s waist. He plants his feet and sends G-Man to the canvas with a release northern lights suplex! Clarkson tries to roll over and get to his knees to make a pin, but just at that moment he is stopped by what he sees near the center of the ring.

C.P: What the fuck?

T.L: I…I don’t know…Cody…

The canvas pulls up from below, as a black object forces it’s way through like a hot knife through butter. The object moves to the side, tearing a good sized hole across the canvas. A hand can be seen guiding the object from beneath the ring. Soon the hand disappears back into the tear in the canvas, but suddenly a figure emerges from the hole!

T.L: I can’t believe it! Shocker is here! Shocker is in the building!

C.P: What I can’t believe is…I can’t believe that piece of shit is actually here!

Shocker pulls himself into the ring, as Clarkson stands on wobbly legs awaiting Shocker across the ring. Clarkson snickers as he wave his hands at Shocker to “bring it on”! Shocker raises the black object, as he smiles at Clarkson.

T.L: That’s his infamous cattle prod, folks!

Clarkson takes a step forward that invites Shocker to charge right at him. Due to his exhaustion, Clarkson swings to soon and misses! Shocker comes to a complete stop a few inches in front of Clarkson, driving the cattle prod into Clarkson’s stomach, which immediately drops him against the mat. Shocker drops the prod to pull the convulsing Clarkson up to his feet, from he mocks Clarkson before ramming him into the canvas with the “Shockwave”! Shocker looks down at Clarkson, before he takes a side step in order for G-Man to make the cover. Shocker points to Clarkson, as G-Man slaps him on the shoulder and drops to his knees. G-Man doesn’t bother to hook the leg, as he covers Clarkson for the…ONE……TWO……THREE!

T.L: Shocker just cost Clarkson the championship!

C.P: That mother fucker!

Black Rain comes out from the back, coming around the ringside area to make sure that Denison doesn’t attempt any sort of attack on Shocker or G-Man. He enters the ring, just as Bonez bursts through the curtain, quickly walking around the ringside area while glaring inside the ring at the three men who just laid out his friend. G-Man makes his way over to the ropes, calling for a microphone. After receiving the mic, he makes his way back over to accompany Shocker and Black Rain.

G-Man: Clarkson, you didn’t have the slightest clue. Now, I’ve got the championship gold to put around my waist. In the past all you had to talk about is finding an army to fight of the likes of you, Denison, Bonez, and Maddog. Well, here they are! At Liberation, if you have the guts to show your face in my presence, let’s fight. Three on three, Clarkson. I’ve got my partners right here by my side. You’re looking right at them! What do you say to that?

G-Man is abruptly cut off by the likes of President Maddog, who is standing in front of the curtain! His head is bandaged slightly, showing the aftermath of bout with Bonez.

Maddog: Hold it right fucking there! For some reason, I think someone is a little out of place. Let me see here….[pointing] Black Rain….[pointing]..G-Man…..oh….there it is! Sticking out the fucking sore thumb that he is, Shocker! Isn’t that a nice fucking surprise? It’s nice to see you, Shocker. Hey, as long as we’ve got all these fucking surprises popping up, I’d like to share a little present of my own.

The three men that occupy the inner-ring stare on, as Maddog continues.

Maddog: You want to see my surprise? Well, I’m damn sure you guys won’t like it…but being as I am, I’ll still share it with you. But, I’ll level with you guys. Shocker….Black Rain…you can either leave that ring now or you can see the grand prize that you’ve decided to bring upon yourself. It’s your choice…you’ve got the count of three before I fucking decide for you.

Black Rain and Shocker don’t bother to even move an inch. G-Man puts his hands on his hips, as the Apocalypse of Wrestling (Denison and Bonez) try to get Clarkson to the outside of the ring.

Maddog: Fuck the countdown…I’ve already made the decision!

Maddog points to the curtain, instructing six large security guards down toward the ring. Denison and Bonez both lean under the bottom rope to help Clarkson to the outside, as G-Man and his cohorts stand their ground. Denison holds Clarkson up, but Clarkson looks like he can barely stand after being stunned by that damn cattle prod.

T.L: What’s going on here?

Ringside:The security guards move in from three different directions; two of the guards from the right, two from the left, and two from behind. Black Rain turns around and gets taken down by two large guards, as soon as he hits the mat the two restrain him by holding both arms behind his back. The guard on the right pulls out a pair of handcuffs, proceeding to sling them around one of Rain’s wrists. Rain struggles to get free, but the second guard wrenches his arm back into a hammer-lock. From there, the guard locks on the second cuff. The first guard reaches around Black Rain’s neck, lifting him up off the mat with a choke-hold. G-Man tries to step in, but two of the guards push him back into the turnbuckle and hold him there. Shocker quickly exits the ring, followed by two of the guards. Shocker turns around, as the guards approach him on the floor at ringside. He puts up one hell of a fight, but he can only struggle so long with two huge men pulling you down. Quickly, the guards manage to subdue him long enough to throw on the cuffs and stand him back up. Shocker kicks his legs at the two guards in front, which gets him thrown back onto the ground. The guards connect a pair of cuffs from his wrists to a pair of shackles around his ankles, a hog-tie of sort. G-Man is released by the guards, who then go the outside of the ring to help with Shocker. With the might of the four men, they drag Shocker down the aisle, toward the entrance toward the backstage area, along with Black Rain. As the guards pass Maddog he yells, ”Get them the fuck out of my sight!”.

T.L: Security has just drug those men from the ring…this is all out chaos!

Maddog starts down the aisle, making his way down to the ringside area. He pauses to speak…

Maddog: Well, so much for that brilliant plan, huh? Got any other surprises for me, G-Man?

Inside the ring, the referee makes his way over to G-Man with the championship belt in hand. The ref stops right in front of G-Man, handing him over the Ultimate Heavyweight championship belt! Denison, Bonez, and Clarkson stare into the ring with their emotions set on high. Maddog nears the ring, pointing toward the referee…

Maddog: Hold on just a fucking minute here! This bullshit is going to stop right here and right fucking now! G-Man, I thought you wanted to show the world that you could be the true champion? Well, you’ll get a chance…Referee, I demand that you hand that belt back over to the timekeeper, because this isn’t over! Hand that fucking belt back over and let’s restart this fucking match!

The crowd roars with excitement, as Clarkson dives under the bottom rope and reenters the ring. G-Man charges right at him and the two exchange lefts and rights. The two men aren’t showing any ware or tear, just pure anger for one another. The bell sounds, as the referee steps back to let the two men go at it.

T.L: Maddog just made a crucial call and I don’t think this is going to turn out well for G-Man.

C.P: Fuck G-Man. Fuck Black Rain. Fuck Shocker. Maddog is proving to those guys that bullshit like that won’t fly!

Clarkson throws a left, but G-Man puts his hand up to block it, thrusting his hip toward Clarkson. From there, G-Man under hooks Clarkson’s arm and hip-tosses him to the mat. Before Clarkson can move, G-Man drops a quick elbow over his chest to subdue him. He stands back up and looks to the outside to see Bonez and Denison plotting their future actions. In the time it takes G-Man to turn back around Clarkson has already had time to recover. Clarkson sits up just as G-Man tries to pull him up, grabbing onto G-Man’s waist and pulling forward into the ropes. G-Man falls against the ropes, giving Denison a free shot and boy does it take it! Justin Denison clocks G-Man in the jaw, knocking him back through the ropes and down to the mat. Clarkson rolls on top of G-Man, ONE…..TWO….KICK OUT! Denison pounds his fists on the apron with anger, as President Maddog makes his way around the side of the ring.

T.L: Is Maddog’s alliance broken with all members of the Apocalypse?

C.P: Enough with the fucking questions, Christ-all-fucking-mighty!

Denison grabs onto the middle rope in order to help pull himself into the ring, when Maddog grabs him by the shoulder. Denison lets go of the ropes and turns to Maddog, not knowing who had turned him around until his eyes light up when he sees him. Clarkson gets up off the canvas, looking the outside with an irate expression on his face. He is about to point at Maddog on the outside, when G-Man turns him around and hooks him around the waist. G-Man takes a few steps back, tilting his body and picking Clarkson off the mat. G-Man takes Clarkson over with a belly-to-belly suplex [Ken Shamrock style], gripping his leg for a pinfall. ONE……TWO…..KICK OUT! Maddog steps back with his hands up showing that he didn’t mean anything by the action, but Bonez jumps down Maddog’s throat. Bonez lightly pushes Denison out of the way and tries to get at Maddog, but Denison stalls him from doing anything.

C.P: What the fuck is going on here?

Maddog turns away and starts walking around the far side of the ring, hearing Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt still yelling heated words in his direction. Denison grabs onto Schmitt’s shoulders and makes an attempt at calming him down. Bonez retracts some of his anger, bringing his attention back to the ring.

G-Man short-arm whips Clarkson in, as he ducks down and tries to lift him onto his shoulders. G-Man staggers under Clarkson’s weight, allowing Clarkson to slide back onto his feet. Clarkson drops quickly, hooking G-Man’s head on the way down…THUD! G-Man is driven head first to the mat with one hell of a d-d-t! Now, both men lay on the canvas, exhausted, but Clarkson seems to be more exhausted due to the attack by Shocker a few minutes ago.

T.L: It looks like this may be it for both of them…

C.P: No fucking way! It can’t end like this!

The referee throws his hands into the air, ”ONE……….TWO………THREE……FOUR………FIVE….” Both men start to show some life, getting up to their hands and knees. Clarkson wipes his forehead with his forearm, before he starts up to his feet. G-Man is quicker in his attempt, getting up to his feet and breaking the count. Clarkson stands up, but nearly falls right on his back, losing his balance due to exhaustion or the blood draining from the top of his forehead from the plate glass earlier in the bout. Justin Denison leans over to speak to Bonez, who then moves away from the apron to grab a steel chair!

C.P: There ya go! Even up the fuckin’ odds a lil’ bit!

Bonez slides the chair under the bottom rope, using enough force to slide it near the center of the ring. G-Man leans over to snatch the chair up, but Clarkson catches a second wind! Clarkson runs across a short second of the ring that remains between himself and G-Man, shoving G-Man to the mat. G-Man hits the mat, but tries desperately to get back up as quickly as possible. Clarkson grabs the chair and swings it above his head to smack G-Man…THUD! G-Man moved out of the way just in time and Clarkson meets canvas with the chair. G-Man stomps down on the chair to make sure Clarkson can’t use it! Clarkson lets go and thrusts his leg up to kick G-Man in the gut, but gets caught! G-Man throws Clarkson’s leg to the side, spinning him into the opposition direction. He quickly picks up the chair and swings it to his side. Clarkson turns around dizzily and G-Man takes a swing at his kneecap! Clarkson jumps up just in time to avoid the chair! G-Man brings the chair back over and tries to lift it above his head, but Clarkson cracks both his hands across the seat of the chair, ramming in into G-Man’s face! With that, Clarkson pulls the chair away from G-Man and swings the chair from up high. THUD! G-Man staggers back from the blow, THUD! G-Man staggers again, this time almost collapsing. THUD! G-Man stands in one spot with his upper body trembling slightly. Clarkson thrusts the chair down to his feet…

T.L: G-Man is dazed and he’s looking worse as the seconds pass!

Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson wipes more blood away from his face, watching G-Man struggle with consciousness. Clarkson turns his head and looks at his comrades on the outside, before he turns back around. He lifts swings his foot forward with force, impacting G-Man’s stomach with the tip of his boot. G-Man bends over almost immediately, coughing violently. Jeremy puts his hand on the back of G-Man’s neck and thrusts him forward into a set-up. Clarkson stands upright with another wipe of his face, then proceeding to wrap his arm’s around G-Man’s waist. Clarkson lets out a groan, as he lifts G-Man’s body off the mat!

T.L: This is it, folks, this is the end!

C.P: Damn straight!

G-Man’s body hangs limply, while Clarkson brings him into full position for his devastating finishing maneuver. Clarkson glances down at the steel chair that is laying inches away from the tips of his boots. A brief smile bursts onto Clarkson’s face, then disappears just as soon as it shows. The crowd roars loudly with Bonez and Denison pounding their palms onto the apron. Clarkson pulls G-Man up a bit further…he takes one step forward to make sure the chair is in position….then with a quick thrust…Clarkson drops to his knees and drives G-Man to the canvas with the “Final Jugement”, denting the steel chair! Clarkson flops G-Man’s onto his stomach, taking a moment to breath before he flips G-Man onto his back. The referee moves in, knowing that Clarkson is going for the cover. Clarkson repositions himself, putting his chest against G-Man’s and hooking one leg. G-Man’s leg flops lifelessly, as Clarkson holds it up…ONE……..TWO……..THREE! The bell sounds, as Clarkson leans back onto his knees with his arms thrusted into the air. Bonez rushes over to the timekeeper’s table and snatches the belt up before anyone else has a chance, as Denison cautiously enters the ring with his crutches.

A few clips of the match play, as the commentator’s speak on about the monumental match that had just taken place before their own two eyes.

Clarkson is in the ring with the help of Denison and Bonez to keep him on his feet. Maddog enters the ring with a microphone in his hand, as Bonez looks on at him with a pissed off expression on his face. Maddog looks in the eyes of Clarkson as the tension between the two is at its highest ever.

MADDOG: I’m disappointed. Disappointed that you had to do what you had to do, Clarkson.

Bonez intervenes and shoves Maddog. The two start a shoving match, when Denison suddenly takes his crutch and smacks Bonez upside the head! Bonez falls to the mat and Maddog immediately smiles. Denison walks over a fallen Bonez and gives Maddog a huge hug! Clarkson looks shocked as he steps in front of Bonez, who is holding the back of his head, as he lay on the canvas.

CLARKSON: What the fuck are you doing man?

DENISON: Hey man, you made your choice. I’m making mine. You told the world who you were loyal to. Hey, it’s not personal, Clarkson. We've always been tight. Its just....business. It’s about money. You know, what we are in this business for?

CLARKSON: I can't believe you, man. I can't believe you'd do this, man. I’m shocked. I thought that we were in this together. That you would do what I would do?

DENISON: The Real Deal doesn't listen to the likes of you, Jeremy. I don’t fucking associate myself with the likes of him, shockering left and right. Dragging us down and hurting my stock and fame. It’s business.

Bonez is starting to his feet and he lunges at Denison. Denison drops the crutch as Clarkson stands there and the two start exchanging heated punches at each other. Clarkson and Maddog both reach down and grab the crutch. Holding the crutch in their hands, the two give each other an evil glare. Maddog pulls on the crutch, but Clarkson counters with a more vicious pull, jerking the crutch away from Maddog. Clarkson stares at Maddog, who appears to be getting ready to pounce on Clarkson without any hesitation. Bonez and Denison continue their brawl, throwing lefts and rights like wildfire. Bonez gets the upperhand, throwing Denison into the corner and kicks him in his injured knee. Denison falls to the ground and then Bonez turns around. WHACK!

C.P: HOLY SHIT! I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE IT!

Clarkson smacks Bonez over the head with a high velocity blow with the crutch, sending him to canvas in a heap. Maddog smiles and slowly applauds while Clarkson stands over a fallen, shocked Bonez. Clarkson picks the crutch up off the canvas, cracking the damn thing across Bonez’s jaw! The blow forces Bonez to roll onto his back, while he clutches at the jaw in agony. Clarkson slowly drops the crutch from his fingertips to the canvas. Clarkson turns to Maddog, who hands him the wad of cash Clarkson gave him earlier in the night.

Clarkson goes down to his knees and takes a $20 bill and stuffs it down the throat of Bonez! Maddog grabs the mic from the ground and gives it to Clarkson, who leans down to the face of a fallen Bonez.

CLARKSON: Bonez, like I said. Blood is thicker than water. Nothing personal, bud. It's business....it’s all about the money.

Clarkson stands up, then looks at the wad of cash in his hands. Clarkson drops the wad on the chest of Bonez, while he hugs Denison and shakes Maddog’s hand. The two raise their hands in the air over a fallen Bonez.

Clarkson drops his arms, as Maddog and Denison help raise both of his arms in victory over their fallen foes. Maddog yells loudly at the camera a few feet away, ”Who’s fucking next? Clarkson will destroy them all, mother fucker!”…his voice is cut off by the likes of “Firestarter” by Prodigy. Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall rushes down to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. The three men step away from Bonez, who is still laying on the canvas. Clarkson snickers as Derrick Hall approaches Bonez, looking down at their former comrade. “Demon Hunter” Hall raises his head, glaring up at the finely tuned unit known as the Apocalypse of Wrestling. He throws his arms up, just as “Intergalactic” by the Beastie Boys kicks up over the p.a. system. Seconds later, Mario C. wheels himself through the curtain, slowly making his way down to the ring. He wheels himself around the ringside area, grabbing a microphone. Before he has a chance to speak, Maddog leans through the ropes with his index finger extended out at him. ”What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you gimp. Your best bet is to wheel your ass right the fuck on out of here, before you get hurt!”, Maddog roars to Mario C. Mario C. yells a reply back, but Maddog takes his threat as if it were a joke, spitting in Mario C.’s direction. Mario C. looks up at Maddog as he puts the mic to his mouth.

Mario C: Go ahead, laugh while you can. When it’s all said and done, the Apocalypse of Wrestling won’t see the brighter side of this night!

Without the Apocalypse of Wrestling noticing, Mario C.’s cronies climb through the crowd. The Boyz leap the railing, heading right for the ring. The three men enter, coming up from behind Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall, spreading in the direction of Maddog and Denison. The Boyz go for Maddog and Denison, thudding them with double axe-handle blows to the back. Denison falls against the ropes, but turns around immediately with his fists flying. Jazz gets caught with a hearty haymaker care of Denison, which staggers him back. Clarkson turns around and nails Jazz with a forearm to the side of the head, helping Denison. As AWOL pummels Maddog in the turnbuckle with kicks and punches to the head and ribs. AWOL grabs Maddog by the dreadlocks to tear him out of the turnbuckle, but Maddog fires back with a kick down low! AWOL huddles over and Maddog socks him in the head several times before Denison comes in for the assist. Meanwhile, Acid and Cyrus rush out from the backstage area without stopping and finally sliding into the ring. Denison is holding AWOL from behind, as Clarkson jabs him in the teeth, but not for long…Acid rushes at Clarkson and nails him from behind with a closeline to the back of the neck, knocking him to the mat. Cyrus joins Acid in a stomping session on Clarkson’s backside! The rest of the brawl spills through to the outside of the ring, starting with Denison as he throws AWOL through top and middle rope!

T.L: This has to stop!

Now that the action has strayed away from Maddog, he moves toward the ropes and darts his eyes over at Mario C., who raises both hands, dropping both of his thumbs down. Maddog’s forehead crinkles with confusion, but Mario C. points behind him with instruction. As Maddog turns around he meets the likes of Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall! With Hall’s octane running on high, he swings his arm from his side and thuds his knuckles against Maddog’s chin. Maddog tilts to the side, but it doesn’t stop Derrick Hall from bashing him with a few more rapid punches to the mug. Hall throttles Maddog with one last lightning-fast closed fist that knocks Maddog into the turnbuckle. Derrick Hall grabs Maddog by the throat and pulls him away from the turnbuckle, quickly tossing him to the canvas with a snapmare. Hall kneels behind Maddog, peeling away the bandage over Maddog’s forehead, raking his fist across the still open wounds caused by Bonez earlier.

T.L: Complete chaos, Cody!

C.P: Holy shit!

Maddog’s forehead is busted wide open again, flowing blood down over his entire face. Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall violently pulls Maddog onto his back after grabbing hold of his dreadlocks. “Demon Hunter” stands up and stomps his boot right down across Maddog’s forehead! As if he were trying to stomp out a fire, Hall continues his assault on the president! Acid and Cyrus both remove themselves from the ring, leaning underneath the ropes to drag Clarkson out as well. Cyrus holds Clarkson from behind for Acid. Acid yells at Clarkson, but the words can’t be heard over the roaring crowd, soon the words turn into heated closed fists that connected directly across Clarkson’s jaw.

G-Man comes out of nowhere, pulling Acid away from Clarkson. G-Man turns him around and blasts him with an upper-cut to the jaw, flinging him toward the guardrail. Cyrus pushes Clarkson into the apron making his way over to G-Man. Cyrus and G-Man glare at each other with grim intentions in mind!

T.L: Look at this! Black Rain and Shocker are coming back out!

C.P: Fuck those two!

The two run down the aisle and make their way straight to the action! Cyrus lunges at the beaten former champions, G-Man, taking him to the ground with a body tackle! Cyrus raises his arm to lay his knuckles against G-Man’s face. Cyrus winds his arm back, but Black Rain grabs hold of his arm and tugs him back. Shocker grabs onto Cyrus’ other arm and the two men pull him away from G-Man. Shocker lets go of the arm, leaving Black Rain to slam Cyrus shoulder first against the steel ring post! At the end of the guardrail, Denison is still taking shots at AWOL! After a few more blows AWOL slides into a sitting position without any fight left in him. Jazz comes around the corner of the ring with full force at Denison. Jazz comes at Denison, but Denison steps aside and swings him head first into the guardrail! Bonez is slowly making his way down the aisle, looking on at the constant brawling at ringside.

C.P: Fuck, almost the whole fucking locker room is up in tha house!

T.L: I say bring out the riot gear!

Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall has Maddog pulled off the canvas and faces him toward Mario C., who is still on the outside. Mario C. laughs loudly, until Maddog looks up at him and spits blood in his direction. ”FUCK YOU!, Maddog yells with a gasp. Mario C. points to Maddog, standing up out of the wheelchair!

T.L: Mario C. isn’t injured?

C.P: Give me a fuckin’ break! If Maddog knew that he would thrown him around like the rag-doll bitch that he is! Just like he did at Blood Money.

Hall prevents any struggle from Maddog by slapping him in a full nelson, while Mario C. makes his way into the ring! Mario stands in front of Maddog, slapping him across the face, before he urges Hall to release him. Bloodied and barely able to stand, Maddog falls forward, but Mario catches. Mario thrusts his arm under Maddog’s then brings his hand up to Maddog’s throat. Wrapping his leg around Maddog’s, he drops him face first against the canvas with the inverted side Russian leg-sweep that he refers to as the “Cheapshot”!

C.P: That fucking coward! If the Apocalypse didn’t have their hands full, Mario C. pissing himself and begging for his life!

“Game Over” by Lil’ Flip bumps over the p.a., as Mario C. jumps gets back up to hover over the downed president. Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall joins V.P Mario C.’s side to stand over President Maddog. Mario C. leans over to talk smack to President Maddog, when the music suddenly cuts out. Denison and Clarkson join forces and enter the ring! Mario C. notices the two entering the ring and he alerts Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall. As the two approach, Mario C. and Derrick Hall scatter out of the ring to help their fallen friends in the form of Cyrus, Acid, and the Boyz! Clarkson and Denison help Maddog to his feet, noticing the other factions on the outside of the ring. Black Rain, Shocker, and G-Man hop onto the apron on the three corners of the ring, nearly boxing the Apocalypse of Wrestling in. Black Rain steps through the ropes cautiously, trying to distract the Apocalypse of Wrestling’s attention away from Shocker and G-Man. The two try to step through the ropes, but Clarkson and Denison cut them off, taking them out of the picture. Black Rain enters the ring and goes right for Maddog! Black Rain stares at Maddog with obvious intentions in mind, but Maddog is obviously in no condition to defend himself at this point. Clarkson and Denison try to fend off Shocker and G-Man, but the struggle seems like more than they can handle at the moment.

The camera view switches and shows the entrance, just seconds after the Van X Boyz come rushing down to the ring.

T.L: What are they doing out here?

The Van X Boyz hit the ring, moving in quickly from both sides of Black Rain to level Maddog with a double closeline! Maddog hits the canvas and he seems to be down for the count! The Van X Boyz part ways with Sean going over to Denison and Chris going for Clarkson. With a kicks and stomps, the Van X Boyz help Shocker and G-Man gain control over the situation. With the Apocalypse of Wrestling down, the forces are joined in center ring. Black Rain, G-Man, Shocker, and the Van X Boyz all stand together facing their downed enemies!

T.L: A new alliance?

C.P: I’ve never seen anything like this in my fucking life! Holy fucking shit!

On the outside of the ring Mario C.’s faction stand in their abundance, staring in at the newest threat in Liberation.

T.L: The Apocalypse of Wrestling has seen better days!

C.P: You know why? Because everyone is scared to stand up to them on their fucking own! Now they all have to team up to take them out! Fuck ‘em! They all know who the best alliance in wrestling in professional wrestling today is! They may be down now, but they’ll be fucking back! And you know it…and I fuckin’ know it…paybacks are a fuckin’ bitch!

The lights dim slightly with the large screen over the entrance ramp lights up. ”THE END IS NEAR…” pops up on the screen, directing all of the men at ringside to stop what they’re doing and glare up at the entrance ramp.

T.L: It’s…it’s…TITAN!

C.P: What the fuck is he doing here?

The camera view switches to the large man known as Titan, standing at the top of the ramp, glaring in an emotionless manner toward the ring.

T.L Good god…

C.P: Fuck…what a fucking night!

T.L: Good night, folks! Don’t forget to tune in to Liberation! Because, I’m sure this chaos will continue even further next week!