Last week, there was a score to be settled inside the confines of UWWF: Liberation’s squared circle. Was the score settled? If you were to ask Greg “G-Man” Manix, his answer may depict the notion, “not by a long shot”. On Clarkson’s side, the score won’t be settled until G-Man can no longer continue in the wrestling world. Yet, last Liberation, we heard the words that have now come to haunt this federation.

“There must be a pinfall…….there must be a victory…..A CHAMPION MUST WALK AWAY!” – Tony Lockton.

In Lockton’s very words, he predicted the outcome…Some may even say the true champion did walk away from that ring last week, dawning his championship gold within his fingertips. But tonight, the chapter is still open…tonight, we will finish where we last left off.

[ The screen fills with static, disrupted by a thud of a heartbeat. From the beat, red pulsates through the static, returning back to it’s distorted state. “Thump, thump”, the beat rapidly continues until it is cut off by the quick pace of “Get It To Go“ by To My Surprise. From the background, the Liberation Television logo appears – leading way for the various clips from UWWF history. Blinding chair-shots, high risk maneuvers, and pure all-out mayhem. The clips come to an end, leading us into the live broadcast from the likes of the Grand Olympic Auditorium. ]

The camera’s view comes in brightly, panning over the screaming fans. The large monitor, equal to that of the “Titan-Tron” on another broadcast, lights up with the view of G-Man’s entrance to the arena. Scanning the parking lot, G-Man starts toward the arena, welcomed by the crewmembers that are having their smoke break. Upon opening the doors to the Grand Olympic Auditorium, G-Man is met by the likes of the Apocalypse of Wrestling. President Maddog and an official referee stand in view of the camera, just a few feet behind Bonez and Denison. From the group, Jeremy Clarkson steps forward, not even a second after G-Man had opened the door. G-Man throws his bag down only to meet a blazed right fist of Clarkson’s to the jaw! G-Man shudders, but Clarkson manages to rustle him down to the floor to meet the boots of Bonez and Denison. The three men continuously stomp G-Man until he seemingly has no fight left in him. Denison and Bonez both back up, while Clarkson kneels down to bring G-Man back up to his feet. From there, Clarkson grabs the back of G-Man’s head and steers him head first into the door, lobbing him back out into the parking lot. G-Man rolls across the ground, after being slammed head first into the heavy steel door. Clarkson kicks the door back open with his foot, rushing after G-Man. G-Man hardly up to his hands and knees yet, receives a kick to the ribs care of the champion, rolling him onto his back. Clarkson drops down and places his chest over G-Man’s, with the referee jumping down to the same level as the two. On his stomach, the referee yells, ”ONE!……..TWO!……….THREE!”. Clarkson laughs as he rises to his feet, only to have his arm lifted with victory from the referee at his side. The camera zooms in on President Maddog, ”Now that’s what I call a classic fucking moment!” The laughing words of President Maddog echoes through the back hallway of the Grand Olympic Auditorium.

Another song from To My Surprise begins playing in the background, as we come across the commentator’s table in the likes of the Grand Olympic Auditorium. Cody Prime sinks low in his chair, leaning behind the table with a beer clenched between his fingers. Tony Lockton peers at Prime with a look of disgust, as Prime begins chugging the beer back as quickly as he can.

T.L: The scene we have just witnessed…was only adding fuel to the fire, folks.

C.P: That’s fuckin’ right! The Apocalypse…[burp]…of…[snort]…Wrestling, the most proficient group in UWWF history are setting out to fuckin’ kill that low-down, no good, G-Man.

T.L: Well…Tonight, we will see the further continuation in the escalating feud between G-Man and the Apocalypse of Wrestling. G-Man will take on “The Real Deal” Justin Denison, in a match never before seen in the likes of UWWF: Liberation.

C.P: That’s fuckin’right! And as Denison has said, he will crucify that punk-bitch, G-Man.

T.L: Some may think otherwise, Cody.

C.P: Hmm…nope. I really see this fuckin’ match as a one-sided affair, bro.

T.L: I beg to..

C.P: Nah, it’s gonna be the Denison-dawg’s game.

T.L: Well..

C.P: Nope.

T.L: There are many more high caliber matches here in Los Angeles at the Grand Olympic Auditorium, including the Brass Knuckles Tag-Team championship bout. First off, we have the street-fight championship on the line. Nightmare is set to take on the likes of Janus and Acid…

C.P: Back in the day, when you bought a tab of..

T.L: [sigh] Here we go again…

C.P: Hey mother fucker, I ain’t finished!

All three combatants make their venture to the ring, but Janus seems to be very nervous on this night. As the referee explains the situation, Janus stands in the center of the ring looking back and forth at his opponents.

Nightmare stands in the far buckle, resting each of his elbows on the top rope. Janus starts toward Nightmare with revenge embedded in his expression. Janus gets to center ring and stops, lifting up his hands and waving Nightmare to come in and fight. Nightmare laughs, just as Janus is clipped from behind by a chop-block from Acid. Janus’ leg gives out and he drops to his stomach, only to be picked up off the mat by his attacker. Acid hooks the arm and sends Janus barreling into the turnbuckle, which Janus meets with his back with a full force connection. Janus staggers out of the buckle right into a running lariat from Acid, who drops down for the cover. ONE….TWO…., Janus kicks up. As Janus lifts his head up, Acid grabs him by his long, greasy hair and throttles him with a few stiff right hands to the jaw. Nightmare comes into view, placing his palm on the middle of Acid’s forehead and pushing him away from Janus. Acid glares up at Nightmare, who has Janus up to his feet. Nightmare thrusts Janus forward by the hair, followed by a knee to the midsection. Janus drops down into a huddled position, grabbing at his stomach in excruciating pain. Nightmare throws an elbow across the back of Janus’ head, just before he hooks him around the waist. Nightmare locks his hands on the bottom of Janus’ stomach, then drives him forward into a gut-wrench suplex. Janus’ back bounces off the canvas and all he can manage to do at this point is clutch the back of his head with both hands. Nightmare quickly jumps up to his feet and leans over Janus to pull him up, only to meet a kick to the thigh. Nightmare backs away, giving Janus a chance to get back up to his feet. The thudding footsteps of Acid can be heard across the canvas, which distract Janus. He turns around and sees Acid coming right at him with a diving motion, but in mid-air Janus manages to swing him to the canvas with an arm-drag take-over!

T.L: A humble begins to a match that could possibly go anywhere!

C.P: No compliments for the crack-head, Ton? It’s about time you’ve climbed off that guy’s balls.

Janus holds onto the arm-drag, wrenching Acid’s arm in an arm-bar. Nightmare steps forward with a brute force swing of his leg, knocking the tip of his wrestling boot off the side of Janus’ skull! Janus falls to the side, catching himself with his hands. Nightmare peels him off the canvas, while Acid makes his way to the outside. On the outside, Acid starts tearing away at the steel guardrail, breaking it loose from the other pieces of connected guardrail. The security steps in to make sure nobody comes in through the open section of rail, with Acid picking up the heavy section of steel over his head and placing it over the top rope and slides it into the ring. Nightmare sees the section of rail leaning next to the ropes, but he doesn’t use it quite yet. Nightmare gives Janus a knee to the stomach, followed by a whip into the turnbuckle. Janus’ back thuds against the buckle, as Nightmare comes at him with a full head of steam! Nightmare rocks Janus in the corner with a back elbow to the jaw, followed by Nightmare grabbing Janus by the back of the head and he proceeds in slamming Janus face first off the canvas. Acid reenters the ring and moves the piece of heavy steel against the turnbuckle, laughing all the way. Nightmare grabs Janus by the hair and pulls him on his knees over toward the center of the ring. Finally, Janus musters enough strength to get back up to his feet. Nightmare tugs him back by the hair, thus hooking him in a side headlock. Nightmare leads Janus toward the turnbuckle, stopping about three feet away from the piece of railing in the buckle. Nightmare comes around Janus’ front side and hooks him around the neck with a front facelock, flipping Janus’ arm over his shoulder. Nightmare grunts as he lifts Janus into the air and drops straight back, sending Janus crashing into the piece of railing with a perfectly executed vertical suplex. The railing bends a bit, as Janus’ back collides against it with authority. Nightmare rolls to the side, under the bottom rope, and finally to the outside of the ring. Nightmare makes his way around the apron of the ring toward the timekeeper’s table, where he picks up a steel chair.

T.L: If I haven’t said it enough in the past, Janus has taken more punishment than any man in this federation to date. Why?

C.P: He’s a fuckin’ human punching bag for anyone that steps in that fucking ring with him. That’s fuckin’ why, Lockton.

Janus is now laying with his neck across the canvas with the rest of his body hanging across the section of guardrail. Acid sneaks up in front of Janus and starts stomping him across the middle of his forehead, leaving red-ish welts across the middle section of his forehead. Nightmare slides back into the ring, steel chair in hand. Nightmare pushes Acid to the side, then lifts up the steel chair and drops the top of the chair’s frame down across Janus’ head. The steel wraps off Janus’ head, opening a small wound over Janus’ left eye. Nightmare lifts the chair up and points with his free hand to the outside and as instructed Acid makes his way to the outside of the ring and searches under the apron for some sort of article. Nightmare grabs hold of Janus’ leg with one hand and pulls forward, flipping Janus over onto his stomach. From there, Nightmare picks him back up to his feet and pushes him back first against the steel guardrail. Acid, on the outside, manages to slide a table in from under the bottom rope. Nightmare flings the chair up over his head and sends it down across the top of Janus cranium with such authority that Janus should be seeing those little cartoon birdies floating around by now. Janus holds on to the guardrail with both hands, to keep himself upright. Acid comes into the ring and starts pulling the tables legs into position to set them up.

T.L: This doesn’t look good at all, Cody.

C.P: Kill that mother fucker! I SAY, KILL DAT MOTHER FUCKER!

Acid sets up the table close to the buckle, while Nightmare whacks Janus across the top of the head with the steel chair again! Janus drops to his knees and Nightmare tosses the chair to the side, only to pick Janus back up to his feet. Nightmare swings Janus on top of the table, knocking him flat on his back with a closed right. After the blow, Nightmare goes toward the buckle and picks up the section of guardrail, placing it over Janus’ prone body. For good measure, Nightmare picks up the section of rail and bounces it off of Janus’ limp body, to make damn sure that he won’t be going anywhere. Acid quickly ascends the turnbuckle, perching himself on the top rope. He stands up fully, raising his arms in the air, only to leap off the top rope with a somersault and his back comes crashing down across the section of steel. The table shifts and breaks directly down the middle from the somersault body attack from Acid, leaving Janus sandwiched between the steel and the broken shards of wood. Acid rolls off the heavy section of steel and sits up while leaning his arms back to tend to his wounds. Nightmare moves in, picking up the piece of rail and leaning it back against the turnbuckle. With ease, Nightmare sets the rail up and goes back to Janus. Stunning Janus with a stiff kick to the ribs, then picking him up off the mat. Nightmare lifts his arm into the air and sends a heavy sledge-like forearm to Janus’ back, almost bringing him to his knees. Janus struggles to stay on his feet, but Nightmare hooks him around the waist.

C.P: It looks like Nightmare is going to drill that mother fucker one more fuckin’ time! I fucking love it! Put that sorry mother fucker out of his misery!

T.L: That’s no way to talk, Cody. What if you were in that man’s situation. I mean, you are a chronic alcoholic already. What if you were to step into that ring?

C.P: I’d school mu-fuckas, straight up.

T.L: I highly…

C.P: Shut the yap, beyoch!

Nightmare picks Janus up over his shoulders and sends him falling across the leaning piece of rail in the corner, THUD! Janus tumbles forward into Nightmare’s grasp again, only to be put into position one more time. Nightmare lifts him up and sends him down across the rail, THUD!

T.L: Another powerbomb?! He’s going to destroy that man!

C.P: They ain’t done with that addict, motha fucka! Acid just peeled that feeble crack-head away from the rail.

Acid lifts Janus up by the waist and sets him up for a powerbomb, while Nightmare comes up from behind and hooks Janus by the neck. Acid jumps into the air with his legs lifted outward, as the two send Janus crashing into the canvas with a combination neckbreaker, tiger bomb. Nightmare stands up, grabbing Janus legs and pulling them toward him. Nightmare lifts him up in a wheel-barrel position, with a sudden urge of strength he manages to pull him all the way into the air from that position. As he starts to drop Janus stomach first toward the canvas, Acid rushes up and hooks Janus by the head – another combination blow sending Janus face-planting into a diamond cutter! Janus’ head bashes off the canvas, giving Nightmare a chance to make a clear cover over him. The referee jumps down, ONE……TWO…….THREE….. The bell sounds, as the referee tries to lift Nightmare’s arm to show his victory over Janus, but he pulls his arm away. The referee makes another attempt to raise Nightmare’s hand, this time meeting a blow to the jaw, laying him out across the canvas. Nightmare reaches down by his boot, lifting out a small shiny object.

T.L: A knife? Why? I can’t begin to tell you how uncalled for this is.

Nightmare leans over Janus and begins carving away at his forehead. Nightmare etches the outline of letters across Janus’ forehead, which begin to bleed profusely. Nightmare wipes the blood away, just as the camera zooms in to the see the word, “DEAD” carved into Janus’ face. The blood now begins to trickle far more quickly, showing the most brutal side of Nightmare to this date. Acid leans down and starts laughing hysterically at Janus, pointing at the bloody letters that have no been engraved into this man’s skull! Security make their way down to the ring, as the two men in the form of Nightmare and Acid leave the ringside area together – as a new friendship has been exposed here inside the squared circle. Medics try to stop the blood loss from Janus, but the white towels are now reduced to a crimson red. They put him on a stretcher and haul him back behind the curtain, carrying him off to be helped.

T.L: What a sadistic way to show a newly formed alliance. It sickens me that no man in this federation respects Janus in the least.

C.P: Fuck him, I hope he dies.

T.L: Well, I care not to talk about this subject any longer. We have more matches coming up. Next we have Dante taking on Mario C.’s newest acquaintance, Cryus.

C.P: Either way……it’s just another match.

T.L: Another match with top quality athletes, may I add.

C.P: Like I care…

The challenger, Cyrus, makes his way down to the ring accompanied by the Vice President and his two associates. The three men enter the ring, waiting for the champion to show his face among the crowd in Los Angeles. The curtain rustles as his entrance theme breaks loose through the speakers, bringing forth the likes of Dante. The big man slowly makes his way down to the ring with his National championship belt secured around his waist. Hesitant, Dante slowly climbs up the ring steps and enters the ring with the belt being unsnapped from around his waist. The ref steps forward and Dante slaps the belt across his hands, showing a somewhat cocky mind-set. The ref shows the belt to Cyrus, before he hands it off to the timekeeper. As the referee leans through the ropes, Dante rushes at Cyrus….

Dante winds his arm back and swings for the closeline, but misses due to Cyrus lowering his upper body. Turning around with a quick drastic swoop of his arm, Dante rattles his forearm clear across Cyrus’ spine. The thunderous blow knocks Cyrus down to his knees, but he still has fight left in him. On his knees, Cyrus manages to punch Dante in the gut several times, then rises back up to his feet. Throwing a quick kick to Dante’s midsection, Cyrus quickly backs into the ropes and rushes back. Coming off the ropes, Cyrus turns his body with his elbow heightened to the level of Dante’s jaw. Cyrus’ elbow bounces off Dante’s chin, knocking him flat on his back. Cyrus jumps into the air and drops an elbow across the sternum, followed by a cover. One……..two…..Dante’s shoulder thrusts off the mat just in the knick of time. By the time Dante had lifted up his shoulder, Cyrus was already all over him.

T.L: The powerhouse, Dante, has met his match this time.

C.P: [snicker] La-de-fuckin’dah….met his match this time. Fuck ‘em both.

Dragging Dante up to his feet, Cyrus blasts him with a forearm in order to open him up for an irish-whip into the ropes. Dante hits the ropes and holds on with both hands to stop his momentum, which brings attention to Mario C. and the Boyz. Mario C jumps up on the apron and brings distraction to the referee. ”Sir, you know I’m supposed to call this down the middle. I want a clean match, please remove yourself from the apron.”, the referee says in a manner to not anger the “vice president”. While the distraction lingers, Dante makes his way toward Cyrus. Dante tries for a tie-up, but Cyrus goes around back, while the Boyz slide under the bottom rope into the ring. Dante doesn’t even see them coming, as now they have entered the ring with bludgeoning force. From behind, both throw a series of punches and kicks to stun the big man. Cyrus backs away when Jazz picks up Dante over his shoulder and begins stepping toward the ropes. Dante tries to get free, but not in enough time to avoid being spun in a circle and dropped neck first across the top rope! Dante’s throat whips off the rope and he springs backward into a swift closeline from AWOL. After demolishing Dante with the closeline, AWOL adds some salt to the wounds with brief stomps to Dante’s back. Mario C. slowly leans back to jump off the apron, giving signal to the Boyz to leave the ring at once. Jazz and AWOL simultaneously exit the ring and go back to the side of Mario C.

C.P: See that mufucka right there? He ain’t shit, look at him, hiding behind those two bitch-ass thugs. If it weren’t for them, chances are…Dante would have ripped Cyrus’ fuckin’ head off…

Cyrus has Dante up to his feet, holding him around the stomach with both hands. Cyrus looks around for a few seconds, then lifts Dante into the air and drops him head first into the canvas with a piledriver. Cyrus rolls Dante onto his back and pushes both of his hands down across Dante’s chest, One…….two……, the piledriver wasn’t enough to put Dante away!

The camera zooms in on the ringside area, where a man has just leaped over the guardrail. Swiftly he rushes at the Boyz from behind with a steel chair!

T.L: Acid is about to exact some revenge from last week!

C.P: Ah…good ol’ acid….reminds me of a…

T.L: I heard enough about that last week, Cody. Please for the love of…

CRACK! Down goes Jazz like a sack of bricks. Acid swings the chair above his head, CRACK! AWOL drops to his knees, only to meet another chairshot to the top of the head for good measure from Acid. Mario C. holds up his hands, while he backs up toward the ring post, backing himself up against it. Acid laughs wickedly as he throws the chair back and takes a swing, only to meet the ring post! THWACK! The chair bounces off the steel, as Mario C. runs for cover. Acid turns toward the ring with the chair still in hand, just as Cyrus leans through the ropes to take a swipe at him. Acid dodges Cyrus’ grabbing hands…THWACK!

T.L: I’m sure you could hear that one in the nose-bleed section!

C.P: Cheap-ass chairshot!

T.L: He darn near took Cyrus’ head off with that shot! Give me a break, Cody!

The chair thuds across Cyrus’ head, sending him falling back into Dante’s grasp. Dante hooks him from behind and hammers him into the canvas with a inverted power-slam. Cyrus hits his stomach across the mat with authority, letting out a huge gasp of air.

On the outside of the ring, Mario C. meets face to face with Acid, shoving him back with both hands. Acid winds back the chair to take a swing at Mario, but he is quickly turned around by the likes of AWOL, who damn near knocks him out with a stinging stiff closed right to the jaw. Acid hits the floor and meets the boots of AWOL directly to the top of the head.

In the ring: Dante kneels, while he fumbles Cyrus’ head between his hands, lifting him back up to his feet. Wearily Cyrus stands for a brief moment before Dante pulls him in and elevates him up onto his huge shoulders. A thunderous clatter rattles the canvas, as the referee falls flat across his stomach. Jazz stands over the referee with a smirk, while AWOL charges full boar across the ring toward Dante. Dante turns around with Cyrus over his shoulders yet, only to be leveled by a massive spear! THUD! Cyrus drops down across Dante’s chest, but AWOL quickly helps him up to his feet, leaning him up against the turnbuckle. Jazz pulls Dante up to his feet and sends him into the far ropes with a quick irish-whip. When he comes back toward Jazz, Jazz ducks and lifts him into the air and drops backward. Meanwhile, AWOL comes rushing forward to catch the neck of the falling Dante, driving him into the canvas with a Diamond Cutter ( [3D] Dudley Death Drop) . Dante’s face smacks against the canvas with authority, bouncing him back up off the canvas. AWOL rolls Dante over onto his back, while Cyrus staggers over and drops down over his downed opponent. The Boyz exit the ring to the delight of Mario C. The referee is now slowly recovering, looking up and seeing the pinfall. He rushes over and wearily counts the three, ONE……..TWO………..THREE!

Cyrus gets to his feet, met by the referee with the National championship in his hands. Cyrus grabs the belt away from the referee, just as the crowd begins to roar with excitement. Cyrus raises his arms in the air with the belt in hand, while Nightmare rushes down the aisle. The four men don’t even see him coming, until he had already slid under the bottom rope into the ring. Nightmare quickly manages to get up to his feet, as Jazz comes right for him. Nightmare ducks a swift closeline and comes off the far ropes and leaps him into the air. Nightmare comes crashing down over Jazz with a Lou Thez press, followed by a series of stiff right hands to the jaw. From behind, AWOL grabs Nightmare by the head and pulls him away from his tag-team partner. AWOL holds Nightmare by the head with one hand, while he winds up with the other – ready clock Nightmare. Nightmare pulls his head back with a kick to AWOL’s midsection! AWOL backs up after being nailed in the midsection with the stiff boot from Nightmare, which gives Nightmare enough room to blast him with a running closeline. The force of the closeline knocks AWOL through the ropes, sending him into a prone state on the outside of the ring. Jazz gets to his feet, but Nightmare meets him with a boot to the midsection. He then grabs him by the back of the head and slings him over the top rope. Cyrus and Mario C. retreat under the bottom rope, narrowly avoiding a clash with the Street Fight champion. Nightmare then makes his way over to his downed partner, helping him back up to his feet with anger for the attackers in his eyes. As Jazz and AWOL turn back, as they are halfway up the ramp, Nightmare still holding onto his partner- holds his index finger out and points directly at the Boyz.

C.P: Fuck…I could care……

T.L: Nightmare came in and backed up his partner and he seemed to be in full strength after his bout earlier.

C.P: Yadda……yadda….yadda…

T.L: Show some respect, Cody. These men put their lives on the line each and every night…

C.P: I’ll show respect to the men that are about to hit the ring right now!

T.L: Give me a break, Cody.

Another featured interview with our beloved President Maddog [in the flesh]! Not to mention, the Apocalypse of Wrestling!

”End of the World“ by Cold thuds over the speakers of the Grand Olympic Auditorium to set the tone for the entrance of the group known to you all as, The Apocalypse of Wrestling. The camera zooms in on the curtain, which slightly twitches from behind. A hand juts through the opening, bringing forth the President of UWWF:Liberation - Maddog. He steps out from behind the curtain into the entrance ramp, only to side step a few feet. Turning his body, Maddog aims his head at the curtain. As the music continues to echo throughout the arena, Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt jumps through the curtain with one-half of the Brass Knuckles tag-team championship belts raised high into the air with one arm. Bonez’ voice breaks through the crowd’s mixed-reaction, in a form of talking “smack” to the crowd with a wiggle of his head. The curtain opens to invite the two remaining members of the group onto the entrance ramp, Justin “The Real Deal” Denison and Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson. Clarkson looks around the arena, as he throws the Ultimate heavyweight championship belt over his shoulder and starts to make his way down the ramp toward the ring. Garbage and many other various articles of debris begins showering down at his feet, which stops him from moving any closer to the ring for those few seconds. He turns his head to either side with his left hand holding onto the belt over his shoulder, while the camera view changes. The front view of Clarkson displays his gleaming gold-plated championship belts, the tag-team championship belt secured around his waist. The group further approaches the ring, thus leading to their entrance into the squared circle. President Maddog quickly greets the ring announcer by tearing the microphone out of his hand and with a push to the back of the head for assistance, the announcer is forced to leave the ring. Clarkson, Denison, and Bonez linger around the center most portion of the ring, while Maddog checks the microphone for reassurance.

A few minutes pass, as President Maddog circles around the far reaches of the ring, near the ropes. He holds the microphone in his hand, almost raising it up to his mouth to speak. He turns to his allies, who inhabit the center of the ring, chuckling a bit to himself.

Maddog: Here we stand, folks, united as one. In unison, nobody can compare to the Apocalypse of Wrestling. If you look into this ring, right at this fucking moment, you can witness Liberation’s most finely tuned athletes. It brings me great honor to occupy this ring with the likes of these superior athletes, true champions. In this very ring, stands the most brutal and cohesive unit to grace the likes of professional wrestling to-day. Tonight, not only am I out here to encourage the demise of Greg “G-Man” Manix… I am gracing you all with my appearance, here tonight, to make a truly epic announcement…an announcement so cataclysmic, that I can hardly utter the words from my throat.

The camera moves over to Clarkson, who shifts the Ultimate heavyweight championship strap into a more secure position on his shoulder. Tilting his head back, he crosses his arms over his chest. Denison and Bonez watch on as President Maddog moves along the ropes, looking into the crowd.

Maddog: A little over a year ago, we all saw Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson conquer all of those who opposed him in the brackets of one of the most brutal tournaments seen in professional wrestling. In the first round, we saw him dismantle the likes of the feeble-minded drunk known to the underground wrestling world as, Scar. He went on to make further a mockery of Mr. Showtime or Mr. Blowtime, whatever you care to call him. Clarkson tore his way through each round to make it to the grand finale. On that night in the main event, we saw Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson bring the fucking house down around the likes of Mr. E and Deacon Black. Two men, who thought they had what it takes to become the “most hardcore mother fucker on the planet”, yet they failed. In current time, here in Liberation, we have seen Mr. Clarkson rip apart almost every man that he has stepped into the ring with.

Maddog pauses, turning his head with a nod of respect to the “King of Hardcore”.

Maddog: Today, I recognize that man as the hardest of the hardcores, the “King of Hardcore” to be exact. This man deserves the recognition, without a fucking shadow of a doubt. I would like to see anyone, man or woman, try to prove him different – on any occasion, in any place, or at anytime. The challenge has now been set out on the table for any and all comers, who think they can defeat the crowned “King of Hardcore” inside the squared circle. As of right now, applications will be accepted for the sequel to the most violent tournament to ever be viewed, the Ultimate-Ultimate Hardcore Cup. You see, my confidence in Clarkson cannot be measured at this point, because he is the alpha. Clarkson has paved a path of violence across this federation and I’m willing to bet on him taking home another victory for this fine federation. Not only that, Clarkson will have a chance to defend his honor of being the only man to survive the likes of that brutal tournament.

President Maddog nears Bonez, Denison, and Clarkson with a smile from ear to ear. Reaching out his free hand, Maddog pats the championship belt slung over Clarkson’s shoulder.

Maddog: Clarkson, buddy ‘ol pal, what do ya think?

His hand stretches up with the microphone to Clarkson’s mouth, greeted by a smirk.

Clarkson: Well, Maddog, I think that’s a great idea. What better a time for the Ultimate champion to show his true excellence, better yet, perfection. The whole world knows that I’m the man and I can fucking prove it. Dominance won’t stop at G-Man…it will end when I say it will!

Maddog moves the microphone back up to his mouth.

Maddog: Truth, nothing but the true. I’m glad to hear that, Clarkson. I guess we’ll have to start scouting out some victims to participate among pure, unadulterated excellence. From my mouth, you’ve heard the challenge and it spreads itself deep among any man who deems it fit to be slaughtered inside the confines of the squared circle!

Maddog tosses the microphone down to converse with his colleagues. Soon, their theme hits the p.a. system, leading way for them to head back to the locker room.

[ Cable transmission failed, show was cut out for this portion of the show. Due to the possibility of this match being deemed too violent to be aired on cable television. ]

The scrambled transmission emits a shower of static over the screen, slowly inviting us into the tail end of Justin “The Real Deal” Denison’s entrance into the steel cage. Denison immediately begins trash talking G-Man, as he makes his way toward the turnbuckle. He leans his shoulders against the top turnbuckle and places his hand over his face as he looks at G-Man and yawns. G-Man steps into the center of the ring, only to be met by the raised middle finger of Justin Denison. G-Man crosses his arms over his chest as the door of the steel cage swings shut, with a clatter from the chain-link fencing.

T.L: The tag-team match will be aired at a later time, due to the cable frequency being jammed. We apologize for that, but enjoy Denison versus G-Man!

The referee quickly slides a chain around the locking mechanism of the door, binding it shut with a padlock. Once the padlock is secured, the referee swings his hand into the air. ”Ding! Ding! Ding!”, the bell sounds to initiate the start of this brutal contest.

Justin “The Real Deal” Denison comes out of the turnbuckle with his heavily taped fists up in the air, ready to fight. G-Man stretches out a little, still showing signs of fatigue from being attacked by Clarkson. G-Man moves in and dives down to his knees to grab Denison around the legs for a takedown, but Denison jumps back and continues circling. G-Man gets back up to his feet and he comes at Denison again, but this time the two lock horns! G-Man and Denison push back and forth, each hoping for the other man to make a mistake. Denison grits his teeth together as he pushes with all of his might to back G-Man toward the ropes. G-Man struggles, but he can’t manage to keep himself out of the ropes. Denison starts to release the pressure against G-Man’s chest, which had forced G-Man’s back against the ropes. As Denison starts to pull back, he sends an upper-cut to G-Man’s jaw! On contact, spit is launched from G-Man’s mouth, which shows the impact of the blow.

C.P: Denison just showed G-Spot what was fuckin’ up!

T.L: A lethal blow, indeed.

G-Man shakes the cobwebs loose after the stinging blow to the jaw, managing to avoid being blasted by another one of Denison’s fists of fury. Denison backs up and allows G-Man to move away from the ropes. Denison laughingly bellows, ”C’mon, bitch.” G-Man wipes his mouth as he begins circling Denison again. Denison stomps his foot on the mat to make G-Man jump back, but it doesn’t work. G-Man stretches out his arm with full force, blasting Denison in the teeth with his closed fist. Denison reels back with his hand over his face…

T.L: A haymaker from G-Man seems to have dazed Denison…or…

C.P: Or, he pissed off the wrong fuckin’ man.

Denison brings his fists up to complete his stance, only to be driven into the canvas with a spear from G-Man. Denison’s back wraps against the canvas with such force that G-Man almost flips over head first. On the mat, G-Man holds onto Denison’s ribs and continues his attack by throwing several jabs into the side of his stomach. Denison lifts his upper body off the mat and starts throwing elbow strikes at G-Man’s skull. Blow after blow, the elbows seem to be taking their toll on G-Man. Soon after, G-Man pulls back to cover the top of his head. Seeing the small opening, Denison kicks his legs outward into G-Man’s chest and pushes him away. Denison needs to time to recover as he is already rising back up to his feet. Denison takes a step forward to lean over G-Man, who is crouched over. Denison’s arm soars back and he connects with a wound up right…SMACK! Denison throws a fierce closed right fist to the back of G-Man’s head, almost knocking the man right out.

C.P: That be the shit right there, Ton. Ya see that shit? That’s what I’m talkin’ bout!

Denison grabs hold of G-Man’s head in an attempt to pull him up, which he succeeds in doing. Justin Denison turns G-Man around and directs his head toward the huge crucifix that is still elevated above the steel cage. ”Do you see that, Manix? That’s your fucking future staring back at you!”, Denison yells into G-Man’s ear. Denison takes a deep breath before pushing G-Man’s head to the side, sparking G-Man to rise up with a swiftly executed side-headlock. Applying heavy pressure, G-Man holds Denison’s head toward his hip. Denison plants his feet on the mat with his arms reaching around G-Man’s back. Denison has G-Man hooked tightly, but he can’t manage to complete his attempt at a belly-to-back suplex. Denison’s footing is lost when he tries to lift G-Man off the mat, only opening himself up to be slammed back first into the canvas with the headlock take-over. G-Man holds on and lifts up on Denison’s head, adding further pressure to the hold. G-Man releases his strong hand and lifts it up a few inches and drives it into Denison’s face. Thack, thwack, thwack…the jabs connect directly with Denison’s face, obviously he is open to any facial strikes from the position that he is in. G-Man raises his fist again, but this time Denison reaches his arms around G-Man’s back and he rolls to the left. Still holding onto the headlock, G-Man is now flipped into an uncomfortable position on his neck. Denison keeps rolling through, while G-Man holds on, but Denison finds enough strength to pull G-Man up to his feet. Denison’s actions are quick and precise, as he lifts G-Man into from the canvas and neck drops him with a belly-to-back suplex.

T.L: Justin Denison with a stiff reversal out of the side headlock, folks.

Denison hops to his feet and stands over G-Man, who is laying on the canvas. Denison swings his leg back with enough force to almost fall backward, bringing the brunt of it forward into G-Man’s side. The thud of Denison’s boot across G-Man’s ribs is almost sickening, but Denison seems to be pleased with the outcome. Throwing in a few more stomps, Denison decides to pull G-Man off the canvas. Denison grabs G-Man’s arm and short-arm whips him in, but the tides turn when G-Man gets up to a full stance. While rising up, he has managed to swing his arm around Denison’s throat – with quickness he slightly lifts Denison from his feet and drops him shoulder first across the mat with a “Rock Bottom”. G-Man’s stomach flops across the canvas, showing that the impact was far bigger than expected. Denison kicks his leg back and forth, holding the back of his head. Denison gets to his hands and knees, just as far as G-Man had wanted him. G-Man grabs the back of Denison’s neck and runs him right toward the ropes! The chain-link fencing of the steel cage rattles loudly after Denison’s face had made it’s acquaintance. G-Man tilts Denison’s head back one more time, CHING! The fence rustles again, but this time when Denison’s head is pulled away – a red welt in the design of the links emerges. G-Man now has Denison dazed, capitalizing with a smoothly executed side Russian leg-sweep. G-Man gets back up to a vertical base, moving toward the turnbuckle in a hurry. He places his back against the turnbuckle, lifting his feet onto the middle rope. Denison still lays on the mat, kicking his legs with exhaustion. The opportunity is open and G-Man takes it! Leaping from the middle rope across a small section of the ring, G-Man drills his elbow down into Denison’s chest!

T.L: A middle rope elbow drop from the man, G-Man! He’s got a lot of fight still left in him and he’s determined to put Denison away.

G-Man positions himself on his knees at the Denison’s side to pummel him with a few more closed fists to the forehead. G-Man pulls his fist back and gets up with his arms stretched as far as he can reach, spinning in a small circle. The crowd goes wild for G-Man, who is now going back to his attack. G-Man leans over and grabs Denison by the legs and slides him toward the turnbuckle. He locks his arms around the back of Denison’s kneecaps and he falls back with a catapult! The force of G-Man falling back springs Denison off the mat toward the buckle. Denison throws his hands up to grab the ropes, narrowly avoiding collision with the buckle cover. Denison slaps the turnbuckle with his palm and leans against the buckle in an attempt to trick G-Man. G-Man is back up and running toward Denison, not realizing that he had not actually made contact with the buckle! Denison peeks over his shoulder to see G-Man coming at him with full force. Just before G-Man is about to rattle Denison in the corner, he is dropped by a mule kick to the gonads! Denison turns around to see G-Man dropped to his knees with his hands draped over his crotch. Justin “The Real Deal” Denison laughs as he approaches G-Man, knowing that he had inflicted a whole world of hurt upon him. He reaches his hand down and grabs G-Man by the face, forcing him to look up. He nods with a chuckle, before he open hand slaps G-Man across the face! G-Man turns his head with the red palm print of Denison’s hand growing brighter as seconds pass. Denison watches G-Man struggle to get back up, but he immediately stops the struggle with a boot to G-Man’s ribs again. G-Man rolls over onto his back, huffing for air. Denison continues his attack by lifting his knee and sort-of diving it down into G-Man’s chest. ”Oooff!”, the air from G-Man’s lungs his forced out violently by the blow. Denison gets to his feet one more time, rushing toward the turnbuckle and climbing up to the top rope. He steadies himself, keeping his eyes on G-Man every second. Denison’s legs tense up, as he leaps from the top rope, seeing G-Man roll out over and out of harm’s way. Denison tries to stop himself from the top rope elbow drop, landing on his feet. His leg buckles harshly and he falls to the canvas in a heap. He curls his wounded leg up and holds on with a painful wince growing on his face. G-Man sees that Denison is now wounded, so he makes a desperate attempt to attack him. G-Man rushes over to Denison, giving him a stiff kick to the side of his leg. Denison then drops his hands down to the side, while G-Man picks up the leg and winds it around his knee. From there, G-Man drops down with his knee across Denison’s, thus driving into the canvas with shattering force. Denison grunts with a painful smirk on his face, showing that no pain could ever bring him to the point of true agony. G-Man leans over and holds down Denison’s leg with both hands, quickly moving his hands out of the way before Denison has a chance to move. Just as he removes his hands, G-Man jumps up and drives his knee down across Denison’s injured leg, to add more of an insult to injury. Pulling Denison back up to his feet, G-Man gives him a stiff boot to the side of the leg, almost sending Denison back down to the mat. G-Man struggles to hold him up, then tries to send him into the ropes with an irish-whip. Denison, limping heavily, rushes toward the ropes but is soon stopped when his leg buckles out from under him. Denison falls to the canvas and G-Man sees this as a great opportunity to move in for the kill. G-Man moves in and peels Denison off the mat, grabbing him by the head and leads him toward the side of the steel cage. G-Man pulls Denison’s head back and sends the limping man head first into the side of the steel cage, CHING! G-Man pulls Denison’s head back and grabs him by the arm. With velocity, G-Man pulls Denison into a short-arm knee lift to the midsection. Denison huddles over, coughing up a lung after the blow. From there G-Man hooks him around the waist and lifts Denison’s body into the air. G-Man jumps up and plants Denison’s head down between his legs into the canvas with a massive piledriver. Denison’s body jolts down across the canvas, springing him over G-Man’s body.

T.L: G-Man has come along way in punishing Denison. Givin’ him a little taste of his own medicine, if you will.

C.P: Fuck that, Tony, you know damn well Denison is in no condition to continue. Look at the man, he just fucked his leg right the fuck up…then that bitch G-Man thinks it’s in his duty to fuckin’ take advantage over that. What a fucking bitch.

T.L: What goes around, comes around.

G-Man now has Denison up, moving toward the crucifix that is now being lowered toward the canvas. The crucifix is now lowered enough for G-Man to strap Denison to it, which he is struggling to do. G-Man grabs the back of Denison’s head, bashing him against the wooden planks of the crucifix. THUD! The wood rattles after the blow, only to have G-Man turn Denison around and blast him with a few quick jabs to the chin. Denison falls back against the crucifix, but the fans erupt in a droning “boo”.

T.L: No!

C.P: That’s fuckin’ right! The messiah is here to fucking save the fucking day!

President Maddog confidently makes his way down the aisle and toward the door to the steel cage. He kicks the chain-link fencing off the door, rattling it to see if G-Man is aware of his presence at ringside. Before he lifts up his set of keys, he looks at G-Man with an evil smirk on his face, growing into a frown of hatred. President Maddog fumbles the key between his fingers, as the adrenaline pulses through his body. He manages to get the key in the slot, pulling the padlock loose from the chains that bind the door to the secure frame. Maddog grabs the door and pulls it open forcefully, dropping the chains down to the floor, swinging the door open. Maddog enters the cage, climbing into the ring immediately. G-Man holds Denison’s arm against the large wooden crucifix, tightening one of the straps against his arm, as quickly as possible. He grabs Denison’s other arm, just as Maddog gets a full running start at him. Unknowing of the presence of Maddog, G-Man tries to secure Denison’s other hand, but Denison has a bit of struggle left in him. G-Man winds up to crack Denison across the face, but Maddog clips him in the back of the head with a short closeline, dropping G-Man to the canvas. Maddog helps Denison free his hand away from the crucifix, which leads to a whole heap of trouble for G-Man. Denison angrily pulls G-Man up to his feet and holds him from behind, binding both arms behind his back. Maddog yells various comments at G-Man, as his heavily taped hands are tightened into fists. Maddog grabs G-Man’s face with one hand, throwing his free left hand back. SLAP! Maddog’s knuckles blast G-Man’s chin numerous times, showing their effect in a quick fashion. Worn down, G-Man has no way to escape the grasp of Denison.

T.L: What a cheap and ruthless act on the part of our president.

C.P: G-Man has been asking for it since day fucking one. Maddog is only settling the fucking score right here and right fuckin’ now! Forget a one on one confrontation, he wants to end that piece of shit now!

The hinges of the cage door shriek, as the door is swung open fully. The crowd is on their feet, as a masked man stands at the entrance. The fans don’t know whether he is an ally to their beloved G-Man or another enemy of the state. Maddog pays no attention to the likes of the man, as he bashes the tip of his elbow into G-Man’s forehead.

T.L: Do you know who that is, Cody? I’m quite sure that he is no ally to the Apocalypse of Wrestling!

C.P: I couldn’t fuckin’ tell ya, Ton. All I know is, he’s some motha fucka with a mask.

The masked man slowly moves in on Maddog, standing directly behind him with his arms crossed over his chest. Denison nods his head, a motion that tells Maddog to turn around. Maddog turns around to meet face to face with the masked man. The glaring eyes of President Maddog show an eruption of anger, ”Who the fuck do you think you are? Are you the mighty savior? The man that sorry son of a bitch, G-Man, mentioned? The man who thinks he can team up with G-Man to fight the unstoppable machine?” The words echo through the silent crowd, as Maddog raises his fist at the man, who proceeds by thrusting his body forward with a kick to Maddog’s stomach. Maddog huddles over, only to be knocked to his knees from a blow to the back of the head. Denison releases G-Man’s arms and pushes his head down toward the mat, going right for the masked man.

T.L: Maddog just got leveled by the likes of a man never before seen in the UWWF. A well known wrestler to other affiliations, thus knowing to us as…..BLACK RAIN!

C.P: Who the fuck?

Black Rain pushes Maddog away with his boot, while Denison comes right at him. Denison takes a swing, but Black Rain blocks it with his arm and swats Denison across the jaw with a forearm blow. Denison takes a step back, only to be turned around by G-Man, who underhooks Denison’s arm and rams him into the canvas with a “Rock Bottom”. G-Man rolls over and catches a few gasping breaths, while Black Rain grabs Denison by the head and pulls him back up to his feet. Black Rain holds onto the back of Denison’s head and sends him crashing head first into the crucifix! THUD! The wood planks that had been nailed together rattle after the blow. Denison limps backward, but Black Rain smacks him head first across the wood yet another time. THUD! Denison falls to his knees, tilting his head back to show an accumulating stream of blood moving down his forehead.

T.L: Denison is busted wide open, not to mentioned his damaged knee!

C.P: These two mu-fuckas are gonna pay dearly!

Madddog starts to get up, but G-Man knocks him back down to the canvas with a stomp to the back. Out from the back rushes the likes of Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt, taking it straight to the cage. He jumps through the door only to be driven to the canvas by a straight right by G-Man. Bonez tries to get back up to his feet, but G-Man clasps him by the head with both hands. G-Man swings his arm back to knock Bonez for a loop, but Bonez blasts him with a right of his own. Jab, jab, jab! Bonez has G-Man right where he wants him until Black Rain gives him a running lariat, almost knocking him out of his boots. The canvas rattles after the blow and the crowd is loving every second of it. Out from the back comes the Ultimate heavyweight champion, Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson, invited by a rain of garbage from the fans. Clarkson rushes into the cage and goes right for G-Man with the championship belt held tightly between his fingers. He swings at G-Man, who narrowly avoids being blasted upside the cranium with the belt. G-Man heads right for the door, followed by Black Rain. The two stand on the outside of the ring, while the full-force of the Apocalypse of Wrestling occupy in the inner sanctum of the steel cage. The announcer leans through the cage door after President Maddog, full of anger yells to him to bring him a microphone. Maddog with the microphone in hand, walks over to the huge crucifix hanging deep within the steel cage. Leaning against the wooden planks, he points through the steel cage at G-Man and Black Rain, who are standing on the outside of the steel cage in close proximity.

Maddog: You two think you’re so fucking clever, don’t you?

Clarkson joins Maddog at the side, as Bonez helps Denison up to his feet. Denison seems to be favoring his leg quite extensively, squinting with a slight wince of pain.

Maddog: G-Man, you have yet to clash horns with the likes of two men from the Apocalypse of Wrestling. Two men that you have verbally attacked each and every week. Since, you deem it necessary to bring another man into the picture to back you up…I have decided that you will not only face Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt inside the squared circle next week. Not only will you face myself next week. But, you and your newly formed alliance with that fool that you deem to call a partner, will bring you into the depths of the Apocalypse of Wrestling. A tag-team match of massive and cataclysmic proportions, G-Man. You bring your friend and we’ll bring the fight, mother fucker.

Clarkson laughs as he points to the championship belt slung over his shoulder, soon patting Maddog on the shoulder.

Maddog: That’s fuckin’ right, G-Man. If you two have the balls, show up next week and we’ll show you why the Apocalypse of Wrestling is the most decisive unit in professional wrestling today.

G-Man waves his hands for President Maddog and the rest of the Apocalypse of Wrestling to bring the fight on right now.

Maddog: We’re going to let you live for a few more nights, G-Man. Just rest that tired body of yours, before we fucking shatter it across this ring next week. Just like the past, we’ll haunt every fucking minute of your life.

G-Man raises his arms in the air, as he turns around with Black Rain following him beyond the curtain.

The blaring words of President Maddog echo the Grand Olympic Auditorium.

Maddog: That’s right, mother fucker, your best bet is just walk away while you can. Next week, you are going to regret the very fucking day you were born into this world. Just like the numerous times that Clarkson handed your ass over to you on a silver platter, next week will be no different. Clarkson, let’s get the fuck out of here.

Maddog raises his arms in the air, as the fans emit a huge array of discomfort for this man. The Apocalypse of Wrestling slowly make their way to the outside of the ring, not greeted with anger from the fans.

C.P: They were fuckin’ lucky! You’re trying to tell me, Lockton, that attacking a man entering the squared circle is fair? That’s fucking bullshit and you know it, man!

T.L: It’s just as fair as the game those men are playing. The Apocalypse of Wrestling are breaking every rule they can to destroy G-Man….then you think it’s unfair when G-Man and his new partner show the same characteristics to fight an even war?

C.P: HAH! That’s a crock of bullshit. G-Man and Black Rain are two of the biggest fucking bitch-ass hippies I’ve ever seen in my fucking life!

T.L: That has nothing to do with it!

C.P: Fuck you, Lockon. I’mma hit me up some clubs tonight instead of listen to your lame ass for any longer. Not to mention the fact that we’re out of fuckin’ time for tonight.

T.L: Tune in for another episode of Liberation Television, next week folks! In the main event, we’ll have our president and Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt taking on the likes of G-Man and Black Rain!

C.P: Fuckin’ right, beyoch!