[ Voice ] : Irreprehensible acts and loss of morality. Two acts, only excusable under the iron clad hand of judgment. Oh….judgment was made….judgment was made!

The Allen Fieldhouse located in the depths of Lawrence , Kansas is jam-packed from the inside, all the way back to the ticket booths this late in the night. Some fans that seem to be late scurry into the front entrance of the arena, almost knocking over the security guards just beyond the doors. The guards pay no attention to the rude Liberation-ites, because they have more important things to attend to. More than a dozen security guards and crew members burst through the doors, stopping at the curb with excitement. Headlights flicker across sidewalk, an obvious signal to take a few steps back. A black limo zooms up to the approximate area where the crew are waiting. The chauffer jumps out of the driver’s side door and runs to the far right side door, but time isn’t on his side. The door swings open, almost hitting the poor guy in the head. He steps away from the door with a bead of sweat trickling down his face, he mumbles to himself under his breath. ”Back the fuck up, people.”, the door pushes open a bit further. ”Listen, I’m not going to fucking say it again. Back the fuck up!”, this booming voice becomes recognizable to us all, the one and only President Maddog! His head pops into view, as he steps out of the confines of the jet black limo. He steps onto the curb, turning back to the limo, obviously waiting for a few associates. ”’J-Murda’ Justin Denison in the fuckin’ house!”, Justin Denison pokes his head out and hops out from behind the door. He gives President Maddog a slap on the shoulder pointing to the door. ”The two men of the night! The soon-to-be Brass Knuckles Tag-Team Champions! Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson and Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt are here to tear this place apart!”, the excitement floats through Denison’s barking words. Bonez steps out first with an object that looks to be a cigar clenched between his teeth with a shit-grin on his face. He raises his arms up in the air with his usual cocky attitude, then he points to the limo door. Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson steps out with the UWWF Ultimate Heavyweight championship belt secured around his waist and a look of defiance on his face. The alliance now known to you all as the Apocalypse Of Wrestling enter the building in full force, followed by the mob of crew and security. The scene cuts to the inside of the building, after the arrival of the Apocalypse of Wrestling. The camera pans through the fans, who are going stark raving mad in anticipation for the first time UWWF: Liberation has ever graced this great town with their presence. The camera runs along the front row, displaying each and every one of the screaming UWWF: Liberation fans. We come across the newly tailored announcer’s booth for the Liberation Television, when Liberation happens to hit the road.

A huge “Liberation Television” banner hangs behind the boxed-in booth outfitted with monitors and various other things that play-by-play men probably don’t need. Cody “Mother Fuckin” Prime comes out from behind the banner with a six-pack of beer raised up high for all to see in his right hand. He climbs up onto the table-top of the booth and shows off for the crowd. Meanwhile, Tony Lockton walks out with his headset already in place and his usual business-like suit. Lockton looks up at Prime, who is now “shaking it like a Polaroid picture” [ you should all know what I’m talking about. Hopefully.] Lockton looks down at a sheet of paper, while shaking his head with disgust.

T.L: We’re here in Lawrence, Kansas and you’re tuning in for the hottest wrestling broadcast on television today!

C.P: [ shouting loudly ] LIBERATION, MOTHA FUCKIN’, TELEVISION!

T.L: I’m Tony Lockton and that man up there…is unfortunately my colleague, Cody Prime.

[ Prime climbs down and places his head set on, placing his six-pack on the table next to him. ]

C.P: It’s a prime night for partyin’!

T.L: Unfortunately, you have a job to fulfill.

C.P: Tonight, we’ll see Nightmare and his newly arranged fuckin’ partner Dante defend the Brass Knuckles Tag-Team straps……the Nocturnal Breed hadn’t defended those belts in fuckin’….eons.

T.L: It’s been quite some time now, but not that long. Sorry to correct you like that, but I find it quite amusing. Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson and Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt, the Perveyors of Perfection will be part of that main event contest. Along with the likes of Bill Gnarly and Mike Radical, the team known to UWWF: Liberation as Double Lightning. Those three teams will collide head to head in a TABLES, LADDERS, AND CHAIRS MATCH!

C.P: [ snort] Big fuckin’ deal! It’s not the stipulation, Lockton, it’s the fuckin’ talent.

T.L: I never said….never mind…..I’m not starting this with you again….

C.P: Bitch.

T.L: [ holding onto the earpiece of his headset] Let’s go to the backstage area, where we have the Apocalypse of Wrestling….what?

Only a few minutes have passed since the members of Apocalypse of Wrestling have entered the building, trying to forge their way past the bulk of hounding security guards. Finally, the four men make their way in full force down the hallway lined with separate lockerroom doors labeled with the various names of UWWF superstars. President Maddog leads the bunch until they turn a corner, where he stops and turns to his fellow members. He points to the door and nods, a signal to Denison to step forward and grab the handle of the door. The camera pans upward to see the name on the door, the bold printed letters read “G-MAN”. Denison turns the handle and shoves the door open, rushing into the room to find the likes of Greg “G-Man” Manix. The rest of the members crowd into the room, while Denison tackles G-Man to the floor. Bonez, Clarkson, and Maddog circle around G-Man, as Denison wraps his fists across G-Man’s face numerous times. Denison places his hand across G-Man’s face and pushes his head down to the floor. Denison stands up and backs away from G-Man, leading way for a succession of kicks and stomps to the body by the three other men. The attack ceases after a few minutes, showing that force in numbers can have a big impact against a single competitor.

Maddog takes a step back with a grin on his face, placing his hand on his face with a laugh. Bonez and Denison both crouch down on either side of G-Man, each holding G-Man down by his arms. Clarkson steps forward and grabs G-Man by the face, staring into his eyes.

CLARKSON: Where is it G-Man? Where is your alliances? Where are your friends? You sit in this place all alone and for what? We told you last week, you either come back with your friends, your army. Or you don’t come back. If you walked in here with no army or no backup, we are going to make sure you never come back again! Gman! Your life will end! If you don’t have some allegiance by the end of the show, I will go over to the SCW and I will call out anybody there to a match! We can fight on a neutral ground location, here in the UWWF or in the SCW! You just realize that ignoring my words will get you nothing! You understand me!

Clarkson slaps G-Man across the face, where he tries to fight back up. G-Man struggles to free himself, getting back up to his feet, only meet a sucker-punch to the jaw from Maddog. Denison and Bonez steps back to see G-Man fall to the ground. Bonez steps forward and swings a heavy kick across G-Man’s body as the four walk out of his dressing room to leave the beaten G-Man alone.

T.L: The underlying factor here, folks, is that the Apocalypse of Wrestling are out to break this man’s career.

C.P: Fuck, man. G-Man has yet to answer their fuckin’ challenge. If he thinks he’s going to win this fuckin’ feud by himself….I think he’s got another thing comin’.

T.L: Undoubtedly, he’s outnumbered. I’m sorry to say it, but if he goes up against these guys alone…

C.P: They’re going to fucking murder him.

T.L: Alright, Cody, we’ve got to get back to schedule. First off tonight, we have Justin “The Real Deal” Denison returning to the squared circle to face off against Janus.

C.P: Denison fuckin’ mentioned that he doesn’t even remotely remember Janus…which is fuckin’ funny since Janus wrestled in XCW when Denison was still around….I do believe.

T.L: Well, look at the guy.

C.P: Two men who obviously have their downfalls in fuckin’ life. Hey, I don’t fuckin’ blame ‘em. Except for Janus, that fuckin’ crack-head gets everything he deserves.

T.L: Liberation Television brings to you, the first contest of the night…SPIKED NAIL DEATH MATCH!

C.P: [ opening up a beer ] I’m ready to see some fuckin’ blood!

“Free” by Powerman 5000 tunes up over the p.a. system, thus welcoming the likes of a man who in past weeks, who has beaten beyond human comprehension yet comes back for more one week later. The curtain flies open and out steps, Janus, still wearing a bandage over his forehead to cover the wounds, wounds that Nightmare inflicted upon his body at Blood Money. Staggering slightly, he makes his way down the aisle, past all the screaming fans. To his surprise, the fans are giving him quite an ovation, most likely because of his deadly opponent that will rear is ugly head in a few short moments. Janus enters the ring, stepping into the center of the ring, proceeding to kneel down on both legs. He turns his head, focusing his eyes on the bed of razor sharp nails that is acquired in such a contest. The music cuts out and without any further ado, Justin “The Real Deal” Denison emerges from behind the curtain with the fans letting out a loud commotion of dislike. The camera zooms in from down the aisle, catching a glimpse of the former UWWF world heavyweight champion holding a barbed-wire laced baseball bat in his claws.

T.L: If the bed of nails wasn’t bad enough for Janus, Denison brings out a weapon of his own.

C.P: To each his own….to each his fucking own, Lockton.

Janus climbs to his feet, going through the ropes, obviously to meet Denison on his way down the entryway. The two get to the halfway mark of meeting each other, Denison then drops the barbed-wire bat and gets a full on sprint toward Janus. Denison collides with a closed fist upon Janus’ skull, followed up by Denison grabbing him by the hair and darting him head first into the ring apron. Janus’ head flies off the apron with a thud, but he immediately turns to get clocked with a stiff right again. Janus cowers over, while Denison goes back over to his beloved barbed-wire bat and takes it into his possession. Slowly, Denison makes his way over to Janus with the barbed-wire bat raised in the air. He gets close enough to rifle it off Janus’ back, but Janus hits him with a desperation kick to the midsection to avoid being hit by the razor-sharp barbs connected to that bat. Denison drops the bat to the side, while Janus grabs him by the head and pulls him into a knee right to the middle of the forehead. Denison backs away, shaking the cobwebs loose after being rocked by Janus. Janus holds onto his head, just before rolling back into the ring. Denison leans over and picks that goddamn bat back up and tosses it over the top rope into the ring, then proceeds to slide under the bottom rope into the ring for the first time in the night.

T.L: This isn’t the first time we’ve seen Denison enter the squared circle with a barbed-wire baseball bat. Let me all remind you of the night that Denison, Silver, and Maddog joined forces to become the clique known as “FuQ2”. The night Denison claimed that UWWF world heavyweight championship belt..

C.P: I was there, mother fucker!

Janus meets Denison with a plethora of kicks to the back, then pulls him up to his feet. Janus winds up with his right hand, but Denison saves himself with a kick to Janus’ midsection. Janus huddles over and spits down on the mat, with a cough that almost induces vomiting. Denison grabs hold of Janus’ arm and sends him into the buckle with a heavy irish-whip. Janus hits the buckle staggering out, wounded as usual, only to meet the likes of a massive lariat from Denison. Denison lifts up his boot and stomps it down across the bandage that covers most of Janus’ wounded forehead. He lifts his boot, sending it down with heavier force than the first, which tears the bandage right off Janus’ forehead. He drops down to add insult to injury, blasting off several punches to the long slice mark embedded in Janus’ flesh. After a few blows, the wound opens up and blood begins gushing down Janus’ face. Denison tilts his head back with laughter, as he sees the blood streaming down his opponent’s scarred face.

T.L: Denison is showing the same likeness of the sadistic man that he was, when he had wrestled in this federation before.

C.P: Fuck, what else did you expect? A brutal man for a brutal fucking organization. Just like the three men he now associates himself with, the Apocalypse of Wrestling. You’re seeing that shit first hand, Lockton.

Justin “J-Murda” Denison grabs Janus by the hair and drags him back up to his feet again. Janus lifts his hand to wipe away some of the dripping blood, more-so reducing his face to a smeared crimson mess. Denison yanks Janus’ head back and open hand slaps him across the cheek, which seems to infuriate Janus. Janus uses the palms of each hand to push against Denison’s chest, forcing Denison back only a few inches – still giving him room to breathe. Denison puffs out his chest with a bellow of, ”Bring the pain, mother fucker!” Janus raises his right hand and darts a weak, uncalculated punch toward Denison, which is easily blocked by Denison’s palm. Denison grabs Janus’ arm and drags him forward, thus shifting his body around and sending Janus crashing down across the back of his head with a modified version of a belly-to-back suplex. Janus rolls to his side, struggling to get back up to his hands and knees. Denison circles around Janus, stopping by Janus’ head while lifting up his knee slightly. Denison jumps down and crashes his kneecap down across the back of Janus’ head, flattening Janus across the mat. Denison stands back up, leaning over to grab Janus by the hair, ”Get the fuck up! Get up you piece of shit!” Denison proceeds with a slap to the side of Janus’ head, pulling him back up by the hair. Denison leans his head back to spit in Janus’ face, but Janus surprises him with a headbutt to the lip. Denison staggers backward almost reaching the ropes, which gives Janus a chance to get a running start toward him. Denison reaches his hand up to his lip to see the extent of damage from the blow, but Janus collides with a closeline, sending himself and Denison over the top rope to the outside. Both of Janus’ legs buckle as he lands feet first on the floor, falling down to his back. He struggles to get a huge gulp of oxygen, while Denison lays on his back and shakes the cobwebs loose.

T.L: Some opposition on the side of Janus! The crowd is on his side, showing him some well-needed encouragement!

“JANUS! [clap, clap] JANUS! [clap, clap]”, erupts the sea of fans with a series of clapping after each uttering of his name. He sits up, leaning toward the apron with his arms stretched out beneath. He brings his arms back out, grasping onto two light tubes, one in each hand. He staggers to his feet, placing one of the tubes on the apron, then making zig-zagged steps toward Denison. Denison is now up to his feet, turning toward Janus to see the light tube coming at him full boar. There is no means to protect himself from the brutal blow to the side of the head with the glass fixture, BOOM! A shower of broken glass flies through the air, coming down across the fans, who are still cheering on the underdog of this contest. Janus turns away from Denison to go back to the other tube, but Denison chop-blocks his knee from behind. Denison rushes over to the apron and taking hold of the light tube with both hands. He slowly makes his way around the side of Janus’ body, lifting the light tube up over his head. ”Come on, Janus, you mother fucker!”, Denison shouts with a raspy tone of anger. Janus stands up, holding onto his right leg with a wince of pain on his bloodied mug. He lets go of his leg to face Denison, who now has a sadistic grin growing from deep within. He swings the tube like a baseball bat, gritting his teeth together to show the brute force behind the swing…..BOOM! The shards of glass become tangled in Janus’ nappy hair upon collision with his skull, as even more blood begins to flow from the side of his head. Janus leans forward as if he were going to fall, but somehow he remains balanced. Denison lifts up the remaining portion of light tube and lunges at Janus. Denison grabs him by the hair and tilts Janus’ head back, darting the protruding edge of the broken tube into Janus’ forehead. Janus groans with discomfort as the glass rips into his facial tissue. Denison twists the glass around for a second or two, before he decides to toss it to the side.

T.L: This kind of behavior has to stop! Janus has already been busted open many a times in this contest…what kind of man would do such a thing?

C.P: A man trying to prove a fucking point, Lockton. Plain and fucking simple.

Denison pulls Janus along the railing by his hair, stopping a few feet away from the nail infested plank of wood. Denison grabs Janus by the head with both hands, moving Janus’ hair out of his eyes so that he can view what stands before them. Denison chuckles, releasing one hand to point at the bed of nails.

C.P: Do it, Denison! You’ve got that crack-head right where you fuckin’ want him!

T.L: I can’t bare to even watch this spectacle any longer. That man has been through enough already!

C.P: Quit your fuckin’ belly-achin’!

Denison steps forward, only to come back with a knee to Janus’ midsection to open him up fully. Janus hunches over, only to be caught around the neck for what looks to be a d-d-t! Denison’s muscles tense up, adding more pressure on the front chancery like position. Denison steps backward, giving Janus no other option than to go with him. Denison turns his head back to view the bed of nails at the heels of his feet.

T.L: Don’t do it, Denison! Don’t do it!

C.P: He can and fucking will do anything he goddamn pleases! Nobody can stop him now!

Janus struggles to free himself from Denison’s clasp around his throat, but struggling is the only thing he’s able to do at the moment. Denison drops his body back, but Janus manages to hold up his weight, narrowly avoiding a head first collision with the six-inch nails that protrude outward from the plank of wood just a mere few inches away. Janus swings Denison’s body around, backing him up into the apron of the ring with blind rage. THUD! Denison frees Janus from the clutch after having his spine jammed into the steel frame of the ring, giving Janus enough time to catch a short breathing session. Denison stumbles to the side, clutching at his back slightly. Janus scurries over to the nail laden section of wood, picking it up with a bit of a struggle. He manages to pick up one half and slide the rest toward the corner of the guardrail, where he decides to lean the bed of nails. He makes the sure the bed of nails is secure in it’s leaned state against the railing. Turning around, Janus sees Denison favoring the back and he moves in with a full on running start.

T.L: Denison is sadistic son of a….devil, he was going to d-d-t that man onto the bed of nails. What kind of man would do such a thing? No compassion…no compassion for humanity at all…

C.P: He’s the REAL FUCKING DEAL, Lockton. Compassion is for the fucking weak, beyoch!

Janus leaps toward Denison and grabs him around the head to send him to the floor with a running bulldog. But out of nowhere, Denison bursts upward with his upperbody and manages to catch Janus’ legs in mid-air.

T.L: He was playing possum!

Denison holds Janus up and rushes right at the rail, crotching him across the steel! Janus let’s out a loud and audible groan after meeting with the unfriendly, unforgiving rail. Denison leans down and picks up a steel chair that had already been folded and flung across the floor. He winds up the chair, CRACK! Janus almost falls backward into the crowd, but he holds on to the rail to keep himself upright. Denison looks at the chair and laughs a little bit, raising a free hand to his face motioning as if he were smoking a “joint”. He places his hand back on the chair, swings it upward, and sends it crashing down across the top of Janus’ cranium! THUD! One more time, THUD! Janus still doesn’t fall, as blood begins pouring down from his scalp! Denison tosses the chair to the side and backs up a few feet to give himself a little room between himself and Janus. Denison runs forward and extends his arm, clipping Janus across the throat with a vicious closeline, knocking him off the railing and down to the concrete floor surrounding the ringside area.

T.L: He’s suffered enough!

Justin “The Real Fucking Deal” Denison forces Janus up to spaghetti legs, headbutting him right between the goddamn eyes! Denison wipes Janus’ blood away from his forehead, again a smirk emerges on his face.

T.L: He’s going to seriously hurt Janus! If that man hasn’t taken enough beatings in the past, I don’t know who has.

C.P: I’d like to see you go stop the “Real Deal” Justin fucking Denison! He ain’t gonna back down from anyone, not even some fucking crack smoking retard! I don’t see why those fucking fans are standing behind him….he’s a walking, barely talking, crack smoking fucking punching bag!

Janus flops forward, hugging onto Denison’s chest due to exhaustion and blood loss. Justin Denison allows Janus to hang off of him for a few seconds, before he pulls Janus’ upper-body down to get him into position. Denison leans his chest over Janus’ back, gripping his forearms around Janus’ stomach. Denison releases Janus with his right hand, throwing it up into the air to taunt the fans. Denison nods his head and points to the bed of nails, ”That’s fuckin’ right!” Denison throws his arm back down and locks both of his arms around Janus’ stomach. The camera view changes, showing a front view of Denison, while he lifts Janus into the air. Denison has Janus up and ready for a powerbomb.

T.L: I can’t believe he’s going to drive that man into the concrete floor! Why not just end it? The bed of nails is only about six feet away…why? WHY?

Denison catches his balance, holding Janus up in the air. The fans are silenced, as Denison takes a running start at the wooden plank covered in nails, that is now leaning up against the railing. Denison’s sprint halts about two feet away from the plank of nails, followed by a push-off with his arms. Janus’ body began sliding off Denison’s shoulders upon the halt and Denison send him off with a push, driving him down across the bed of nails with a running release powerbomb! Janus’ spine and head jolt down across the spikes with a sickening lifeless flop.

C.P: Holy fucking shit!

T.L: I can’t even describe to you all how disturbing that is to see here in the Allen Fieldhouse!

C.P: Um, Lockton…

T.L: Yes, Cody?

C.P: [ pointing at the monitor] He ain’t fuckin’ done yet!

Justin “The Real Deal” Denison obviously hears the bell sound, but doesn’t seem to acknowledge it one bit. He takes a slow pace of steps over to Janus, reaching down and grabbing hold of Janus’ hair. Denison laughs directly in Janus’ face just before he decides to peel his defenseless, fallen opponent away from the bed of nails. Denison allows Janus to flop down to his knees, but he holds him up by the hair to ensure that he won’t collapse to the floor. Leaning over, Denison pulls Janus’ hair to direct his head back against the six-inch nails! Justin Denison then positions Janus’ skull against the leaning bed of nails, lifting his leg up high. He pulls his leg back as far as he can without falling over!

T.L: [ speechless gasps can be heard over his microphone]

C.P: This guy is fucking sadistic! I fuckin’ love it!

Denison starts to push down with all of his might, just about to drop his boot down across the back of his defenseless foe’s head. But, just in time and seemingly from out of nowhere, from behind President Maddog pulls Denison far enough away from Janus’ head to prevent the malicious act from being completed. Denison turns angrily with his fist raised to see the man that had stopped him. His bloodshot eyes open widely to see Maddog’s grinning face, Denison replies with a shrug and a short laugh. Maddog puts his hand up to the side of Denison’s head and begins whispers something to him and points down at the severely beaten and blood drained Janus. The two exchange a roar of laughs, just before the scene fades back to the announcer’s booth.

C.P: Give it a fuckin’ rest, Lockton. He’s just out here doing what he’s paid to fuckin’ do!

T.L: By what happened, Maddog’s true intention wasn’t to kill one of his employees.

C.P: He’s obviously got something up his fuckin’ sleeve when it comes to the likes of that brain-dead moron, Janus.

T.L: He’s a human being, Cody. Why don’t you understand that? What if you were in his shoes?

C.P: First of all, I wouldn’t fuckin’ reduce myself to smokin’ crack to become the UWWF’s most feeble athlete, I’ll tell you that.

T.L: I’m not going to argue with you any longer, Cody.

[ Slated to be aired next week on Liberation Television ]

::Intergalactic by Beastie Boys begins to play throughout the arena as VP Mario C walks out to greet the fans. There are scattered boos, but mostly cheers, he walks around ringside and speaks with several of the young ladies gathered in ringside seats. He walks up the steps on the corner of the ring and through the ropes, he takes the mic from ring announcer Brian Hungate and holds it to his mouth::

Mario: Ladies and Gentlemen, for several weeks now I have been promising you the fans that I would bring order back to the UWWF. I have been in major negotiations with a man that I personally know can bring law and order to the UWWF. I myself have been in the ring with this man several times and I am looking forward to watching him police the UWWF. Some of you may recognize this man. Some of you have no idea what he can do, but I promise that this man will bring law and order back to the UWWF.

::War machine by Kiss begins to blare throughout the arena, the house lights go down and two lights, one red and black shine on the entrance. After several seconds a large man steps out from behind the curtain. He is wearing blue jeans and a white wife beater shirt. He is wearing a black towel over his head. Both of his arms are covered with large tattoos. He slowly walks towards the ring. Once at ringside he stands in front of the ropes and in one-motion leaps up to the ring apron. He steps between the ropes and walks to the center of the ring::

C.P: Who the fuck is that? Taz? (chuckling under his breath)

Mario: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you……….CYRUS!

::Mario grabs the towel from his head and reveals the man that used to go by the name Scott Levi:

Cyrus: People that know me say that I have changed. Changed the way I look, changed the way I talk. Changed the people that I would associate with. When I left the WWA, I left mad as hell. I just couldn’t sit there and watch young talent get held down for over hyped spoiled brats. I tried to help out, tried to go behind the scenes. Wanted to change the world the right way, but my offers were refused. Mario offered me a chance to help change the UWWF. I am going to make sure that the same problems don’t show up here. I’m not going to use some tired ass line like there’s a new sheriff in town, that’s not me. I am here to clean up the UWWF, I am here to make sure that all the wrongs that have been happening around here are righted. I’m not a man to be crossed, and I am not a man to be taken lightly. Get out of line just once, and you will be seeing me soon. I am a man of few words, but many actions. You’ll all be hearing from me very soon.

Cyrus lowers the microphone from his mouth, turning toward Mario just as the scene fades to the announcer’s booth.

T.L: His head is in the right place, Cody. Don’t knock him for that…

C.P: ‘Ey, shut yer yap, beyoch. I’m sure Maddog will have something to say about that very fuckin’ soon. Do you think he’ll stand by and let this fucker try to take over what he rightfully owns?

T.L: Getting a little deep with emotion are we?

C.P: I got two words for you…fuck……and…..off. Put ‘em together, Lockton.

T.L: Anyway, next up we have a handicap match featuring the former UWWF Ultimate heavyweight champion, G-Man.

C.P: He’s set to go up against Mario C’s fuckin’ goons, Jazz and AWOL.

T.L: We’re not sure if G-Man’s at one-hundred percent, and after Blood Money it’s almost assured that he’s not. We’ll see how he fares up in this bout.

JAZZ & AWOL come walking to the ring with a look of total seriousness on their faces. They ignore the fans as the climb into the ring. They go over strategy when the crowd jumps to their feet at the sound of "I Hate (Everything About You)" by Three Days Grace. The lights flash as the spotlight shines on the curtain. G-Man comes stepping out, looking at his opponents. They wave for him to hit the ring, and he slowly walks down, but then begins to run down the aisle!

C.P.: Looks like the kids still got some fight in him afterall because he certainly is getting to the ring in a hurry. Theres no fucking way he'll be a match for The Boyz after what he went through at Blood Money though.

T.L.: While we've seen stranger things, my bet would be with you Cody. Our former champion can't be in good shape for ring action.

G-Man slides in the ring where Jazz and Awol attack him right away. G-Man tries to his feet, but they continually hit him in the back. G-Man rolls on the ground, while The Boyz begin to kick him in the back. Awol grabs him by the head then begins to punch him and Jazz kicks him more. G-Man is beginning to find a way out of the ring, as the two continue pounding on him. Awol kicks him and G-Man starts to sit up. Jazz applies a headlock on G-Man who gets to his feet finally. Jazz holds the lock on while Awol punches him in the kidney over and over causing G-Man to fall down to his knees again.

T.L.: Jazz and Awol are using the double team to there advantage.

C.P.: Don't be so sure it will work, Ton. These are the same two idiots we saw at Blood Money trying to aid Mario C. in beating President Maddog, and even with the added person it being 3 on 1 they fucked it up.

The crowd screams and yells chanting "G-MAN! G-MAN! G-MAN!" making themselves heard. Still in the headlock, G-Man gets to his feet again with a BURST out of nowhere and completely overpowers Jazz off of him. Awol grabs G-Man but he quickly reflexes grabbing Awol and before he has any grip G-Man throws him over the top rope and sends him to the mat below! Jazz charges after G-Man who kicks Jazz in the stomach. G-Man grabs him by the hair then yanks him by the head backwards to the mat. Awol slides in the ring where G-Man grabs his arm then flips him over his shoulder and then applies an armbar. Jazz gets up to G-Man who releases the armbar, then rolls around and gets to his feet. Awol gets up as Jazz and G-Man are brawling in the corner. G-Man throws a punch at Jazz but Awol jumps and hits a forearm on G-Man. He stumbles back and out of the corner. Awol grabs G-Man and pushes him against the ropes as Jazz lifts up the middle rope twisting G-Mans arms in the ropes.

T.L.: G-Man is in a bad way now!

C.P.: No shit. Theres nothing G-Man can do now, hes trapped like a rat.

Awol slaps G-Man across the face which brings on a lot of hate front he crowd. G-Man tries to free his arms but is stuck wrapped up in the ropes. Jazz climbs out of the ring and grabs a chair as G-Man continues to attempt to free himself, despite Awol slapping him. Once Awol feels secure that G-Man can't get out he grabs him by the back of the head and begins lacing into G-Mans skull with some awfully hard rights. Quickly a cut made at Blood Money is reopened and G-Man's blood begins trickling out. Jazz comes in with the chair now and looks at G-Man. Jazz cocks the chair back and charges after G-Man, G-Man lifts a boot and kicks Jazz! Jazz stumbles back. G-Man jerks his arm and somehow frees one of his arms. Awol grabs him from behind and Jazz grabs the chair again. Jazz swings the chair and G-Man ducks!!! Jazz SMACKS Awol with the chair!!! T.L.: The playing field has just been cut down to size, OUCH!

C.P. That's going to be a COSTLY mistake to make against G-Man..

T.L. The former champion could capitalize for the win.

Awol stumbles back. G-Man grabs Jazz and gives him a spinebuster! G-Man grabs the chair now. Awol stumbles around some more, he's out on his feet with a cut beginning to open on his head! G-Man sees his opportunity and SMASHES the chair over the head of Awol!!! Awol pauses for a second, then falls to the ground with the chair around his neck. G-Man grabs Jazz and gives him a VICIOUS DDT to the mat. G-Man quickly rolls out of the ring with a look of total focus on his eyes. He lifts the apron and pulls out a table much to the delight of the crowd. Once again they are chanting "G-MAN! G-MAN! G-MAN!". He slides the table into the ring, then grabs Awol. He drags him to the corner a leans his prone body against the turnbuckles. G-man takes the table stands it up very carefully leaning it against Awol. The crowd is buzzing in anticipation to what G-Man's next move will be. G-Man grabs Jazz who is finally starting to get to his feet. G-Man helps stand him up then smacks him in the face for good measure. Jazz swings at G-Man who blocks it then kicks him in the gut. G-Man grabs Jazz, then lifts him up for a powerbomb and holds it. G-Man waits sensing which direction to the table, then runs and GIVES JAZZ A POWERBOMB INTO THE TABLE!!! The table breaks on impact and crushes Awol underneath it! Jazz drops down in a heap, then the table falls on top of him, then Awol falls forward onto all of that. G-Man rolls Awol out of the debris then clears the mess and pulls Jazz from the wreckage. G-Man lies them both flat on their backs dead center of the ring and makes a cover over both of them, ONE................... TWO.................... THREE!!!! The bell rings and the arena goes into a frenzy chanting for G-Man. The camera takes a close up shot of a bloodied G-Man who is motioning towards his waste that his belt is missing.

C.P.: I'll give it to G-Man, I didn't think he could take on The Boyz at the same time ESPECIALLY after Blood Money. But the fact remains that at Blood Money President Maddog not only had the Boyz to contend with but he had V.P. Mario C. as well. Let's see G-Man do that.

T.L: Well…

C.P: I got ya there, Ton. Didn’t I?

T.L: [ avoiding the question] Next up, we have Revelations 4:20 featuring special guest….our President Maddog.

C.P: Let’s get on the fuckin’ ball, Locky.

T.L: I just hope…

C.P: I hope that Smitty’s got some herbal treatments with him, ya know what I’m sayin’? [nudging Tony with his elbow]

The champions, Nightmare and Dante are already set for battle inside the squared circle, the first two out of six men that will compete for the Brass Knuckles Tag-Team championship belts. Being the first team out to the ring, the two are obviously trying to avoid any attempt of being taken out early. The two champions slowly hand over their coveted belts to the referee without any sort of hesitation. The referee secures the championship belts by the straps, one by one, on a steel ring that is attached to a chain that had been lowered down from the ceiling of the arena. Nightmare steps up, pushing the referee to the side to slap the championship belts one last time, before they are elevated toward the ceiling. Now, the championship gold is ready for whoever can reach the top of one of the many fifteen foot high ladders scattered around ringside to reach all the grace and glory of their presence. Multicolored pyrotechnics boom and shimmer at the top of the entrance ramp, leading way for Double Lighting to burst through the curtain. Double Lightning are now making their way to the ring - jumping up and down to make an attempt at getting the crowd going. Several of the young fans in attendance cheer loudly for them, but the rest just glare at the two as if they were a joke to the federation.

T.L: Double Lightning, not receiving a great ovation from this crowd.

C.P: Well, take a look at who the fuck they are going up against! They may be former XCW tag-team champions, but here in Liberation…they have a lot to prove here in this fucking arena tonight!

Double Lightning, Mike Radical and Bill Gnarly, slowly walk around the side of the ring – not entering the ring quite yet, due to the champions sitting in wait in the center of the ring.

Ripping through the calm, “Cryptorchild” by Marilyn Manson kicks up over the p.a. system to the surprise of the fans, who still hold a grudge against Clarkson and his tag-team partner Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt – The Purveyors of Perfection and members of the newly formed alliance known to Liberation as the APOCALYPSE OF WRESTLING! First through the curtain is Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson, fists taped heavily and at an obvious first glance - ready for action. He stares down the aisle, as he quickly steps down the entrance.

C.P: The champ isn’t showing any sort of emotion on his face, he’s ready to kick some fucking ass!

T.L: I’m sure he’s not totally healed from his battle with G-Man at Blood Money, which could be the reason behind his lack of facial expression. To tell you the truth, he’s probably still thinking about his epic battle with G-Man! He’s still concerned with ripping Greg “G-Man” Manix apart!

C.P: (cough) Which, he did inside that ring at Bloody Money, mutha-fucka!

Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt jumps through the curtain, Clarkson turns and makes his way right over to the announcer’s table.

T.L: What? What now?

Clarkson reaches over the side of the booth, extending his hand out to Cody Prime. Prime seems to try and slap him a high five before he notices Clarkson handing him a wad of money. Prime palms the money and thumbs his fingers through the wad, looking back up at Clarkson he gives him the thumbs up. Clarkson turns away and starts toward the ring.

T.L: What was that, Cody?

C.P: Looks to me like a gift! BLING, BLING!

Meanwhile, Bonez raises his arms high in the air and runs his mouth to the fans that surround either side of the ramp. Double Lightning are still making their way around the ringside area, making sure to pick their shots wisely in the moments before the contest has begun. Clarkson quickly makes his way over to the ring steps, climbing up onto the apron. Clarkson peers into the ring, running his hand along the top rope as he walks toward the middle section of the ropes. He sticks one leg through the middle rope…

T.L: It’s on, folks! We have prepared ourselves for a tag-team battle! And a battle we will get, right here and right now!

Clarkson hits the ring with full force, running straight for Dante. Dante swings his arm across with all of his might for a closeline, but Clarkson ducks under and comes off the far ropes. Dante turns around and Clarkson jumps into the air for a Lou Thez Press, but Dante catches him with a bear hug. Dante clutches Clarkson in close, locking his hands tightly around Clarkson’s back, swinging him back and forth add some leverage to the bear hug. The referee on the outside shakes his head, waving for the bell, which finally sounds in the early beginnings of this bout. Meanwhile, Double Lighting hit the ring and start the match by double teaming Nightmare. Forcing him into the buckle with a series of punches to the upper body and kicks to the midsection. Bonez nonchalantly makes his way into the ring, coming up directly behind the big man Dante, clubbing him across the back with his forearms. Dante releases the bear hug, dropping Clarkson to his feet. Clarkson favors the back for a second, as Dante turns around to meet face to face with Bonez. Bonez swings his closed fist up and clocks him across the jaw with a right handed jab, then Clarkson kicks Dante in the back of the left leg – knocking him down to one knee. Bonez moves in and pulls Dante’s head back and gives him a flurry of heated closed right hands to the middle of Dante’s forehead. Bonez backs up, while Clarkson comes off the ropes and sends a low dropkick to Dante’s back, knocking him flat across his chest in the center of the ring. Bonez backs into the ropes in a hurry and comes running forward, just as Dante lifts his head up off the mat. Bonez slides in low with a stiff dropkick toward Dante – sending a pair of wrestling boots directly into his face, showing the combined efforts of the Purveyors of Perfection!

C.P: [ clapping ] Bonez and Clarkson just took that mother fucker to school!

Bill Gnarly jumps up on the middle rope, holding Nightmare’s head back to giving him what could possibly be the ten count punches in the buckle. He raises his fist, but Nightmare isn’t worn down enough for him to even attempt such an act. Nightmare lifts his arms up and grabs Gnarly by the waist and sends him crashing down across the mat with a powerbomb! Radical takes a wild swing with his fist to meet a block by Nightmare’s forearm, followed by a diving shoulder to the midsection. Nightmare climbs back up to his feet, hitting Radical with a stiff raised knee to the head, that knocks Radical right on his back. Nightmare steps out of the turnbuckle about to drop an elbow across Radical’s chest, but he’s met by Bonez, who clips him back into the turnbuckle with one hell of a spear. Nightmare’s back rattles the corner post upon impact, which gives Bonez an opening to have his way with him. Bonez picks up Nightmare over his shoulder, placing him on the top rope. Bonez tries to climb the turnbuckle, but Nightmare catches him with a short hook punch to the side of the head, only to stumble him a little bit. Nightmare pulls Bonez in closer to the buckle by forcing him in by the head, then he hooks him around the back of the neck. Nightmare leans over Bonez and faces toward center ring, as he clutches onto his head, swinging his body loose from the buckle. Nightmare’s momentum spins his body around, driving Bonez into the canvas with a tornado d-d-t! Bonez’ head connects with the canvas, flipping his body over with authority – almost snapping his neck. Meanwhile, Clarkson has made his way to the outside, grabbing hold of several steel chairs that are laying across the ringside area. He picks one up and tosses it over the top rope into the ring, followed by about three more chairs, proceeding back into the ring. Nightmare charges at him and the two collide with each other, blasting off rights and lefts. Clarkson has a hard time fending off Nightmare’s calculated blows, considering that he had just entered the ring. Nightmare throws a vicious right that stuns Clarkson for a second, then Nightmare grabs hold of Clarkson’s locks of hair and collides head to head with Clarkson with a head-butt. Clarkson leans over to grab hold of his nose with a pair of cupped hands. Nightmare raises his arms up over his head and clobbers him across the back with a double-axe handle blow, dropping him down to his knees. Nightmare leans over and picks up one of the many steel chairs that Clarkson had tossed into the ring. Nightmare swings the chair high, but before he can throttle Clarkson with it, Clarkson lifts his arm up with all of his might to clip Nightmare with a low blow! Nightmare immediately huddles over with his hands lowered, grabbing onto his family jewels. But of course, Clarkson doesn’t stop there.

T.L: I’m not sure if that was a good or bad move on Clarkson’s part. But, one thing we can be rest assured of….there won’t be any little Nightmare’s running around any time soon…thank god for that.

C.P: Thank god? No, no, no…Thank Clarkson for that, mother fucker!

Clarkson picks up the exact same steel chair that Nightmare had just dropped after being hit in the lower region. Clarkson quickly and angrily swings the chair into the air, slamming it down across the back of Nightmare’s skull! THUD! Clarkson quickly lifts the chair back into the air, swatting it down across the back of Nightmare’s head again! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! The chair shots are only a few seconds apart from each other, but with each swing they become more brutal and overwhelming. Soon, Clarkson’s violent series of chairshots cease, only after Nightmare falls down onto both knees. Clarkson turns around with the chair at chest level, only to meet with a closeline to the top of his chest care of Dante. Dante leans over to pick Clarkson up by the hair, but the duo of Bill Gnarly and Mike Radical stop his attempts. Gnarly turns Dante around and gives him a stiff kick to the midsection, while Radical comes off the ropes. Gnarly swings Dante toward the oncoming Radical, for what looks to be a double team maneuver. Radical jumps up with only a few feet before he reaches Dante, but Dante staggers forward and catches Radical right on his shoulders. Gnarly seems surprised by the whole situation, but Dante doesn’t give him even a second to help his partner. Dante intends on stopping any sort of opposition by tossing Radical down across Gnarly’s chest – forcing Radical to cross body block his own partner! Clarkson measures his shot against Dante from behind, winding his closed fist back….Dante turns toward him, CRACK! Clarkson’s taped fist wraps across Dante’s chin, almost knocking him back. Dante staggers, but Clarkson meets him with another straight right, clear to the jaw! Dante falls into the ropes, leading Clarkson on to pummel him with a fury of stiff right hands to the side of the head. The referee on the outside covers his eyes and turns away from the brutal showing from the champion.

T.L: This looks like more of a boxing match than a wrestling match, at this point. Clarkson isn’t out here to wrestle, he’s out here to hurt somebody!

C.P: That be fuckin’ true, Lockton. He’s the fuckin’ champion, the best in the game. Why not show the world what he has to fucking offer?

Bonez groggily stands up and sees Clarkson going to town on Dante so claps his hands with encouragement. As Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt stares on at the action, Nightmare blindsides him with a forearm to the side of the head. Nightmare picks Bonez up off his knees, hooking him around the neck and throwing Bonez’ arm over his shoulders. Nightmare plants his feet and lifts Bonez into the air for a vertical suplex, but Bonez flips his body over and lands back on his feet to counter the suplex attempt! Bonez hooks Nightmare from behind with a waist-lock, but Nightmare counters with a back elbow – clipping Bonez directly across the chin. Nightmare turns around and grabs Bonez by the shoulders, ramming him directly into the turnbuckle, followed by a upper-cut to the midsection. Bonez coughs as he leans forward, but Nightmare pushes him back in and uses the ropes to help him with a force fed knee to the gut. Nightmare quickly lifts his leg up and reaches down into his boot and pulls out the small knife, the same knife that he had used to cut Janus up at Blood Money!

T.L: Not again! Not again!

Nightmare uses his free hand to push upward on Schmitt’s jaw to hold him up against the turnbuckle, as he raises the knife up. Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson throws his last blow in, grabbing Dante by the hair and flopping him stomach first across the canvas in a heap. Clarkson looks up from Dante’s downed frame and sees Nightmare only inches away from his partner’s forehead with the blade of the knife! Clarkson rushes at the buckle – the canvas rattles.

C.P: Holy shit! Boy, did he get fucking leveled!

While dashing toward the turnbuckle to save his partner, Clarkson to be put lightly “got rocked” by a double spear/body-tackle by Mike Radical and Bill Gnarly! The two hit him so hard the canvas rattled enough to divert the attention of Nightmare away from Bonez. While Nightmare took that second to look away, Bonez used one of his knees to thrust in a low blow to escape the likes of the turnbuckle.

Bonez lowers his knee away from Nightmare, turning the tables on him by spinning him around with a shove into the buckle. Nightmare coughs violently, as Bonez winds up with a jab. Nightmare falls down to his knees, dropping the knife to the canvas, which Bonez kicks under the bottom rope. Bonez then climbs through the middle rope to the outside, where he starts folding up one of the ladders that occupies the ringside area. He has the ladder folded up, just as Nightmare leans against the middle rope, tipping his head through the ropes with a dazed expression on his face. Bonez winds up with the heavy steel ladder and whips the rungs across Nightmare’s face – knocking him back down to the canvas. Radical and Gnarly pull Clarkson up to his feet, flipping him into the air for what looks like double suplex. While elevating Clarkson into the air, both men take two steps backward then send “Repent” flopping down onto his stomach. Right after the move - Radical pulls Clarkson off the mat and swings around back to keep him at bay with a full-nelson, readying him for some blows from his partner. Bill Gnarly holds up his fist, spits on it, then drives it into Clarkson’s jaw. From there, he starts blasting Clarkson with lefts and rights to make sure that Clarkson realizes who he is dealing with. Bonez slides under the bottom rope with the ladder, getting back up to his feet as quickly as possible. He runs toward the ruckus involving his subdued partner and he spins in a full circle whipping the side of the ladder across the back of Bill Gnarly’s cranium! Right at the moment that the ladder connects with the back of Gnarly’s skull, he drops flat on his face and holds the back of his head. Radical sees his partner drop, quickly deciding to let go of the full-nelson. Radical proceeds by swinging Clarkson around and hooks him by the head for a ddt. Bonez puts the ladder down and waits for Mike Radical to do his worst before he gives him a taste of his own medicine. Radical tries to drop his weight down, but Clarkson holds him up and takes his stance, holding himself up so Radical cannot complete the maneuver. Worried, Radical tries again, but this time Clarkson takes a few steps back and wraps his arms around Radical’s waist, throwing him over his stomach with a bridged motion! Clarkson whips Radical over with a release northern lights suplex! Radical’s body hits the canvas first, followed by his legs whipping down across the ladder – just adding insult to injury. Clarkson flips his own body over, first getting up onto his hands and knees, then back up fully to his feet. Clarkson slowly staggers over to Radical, looking down at him with a glare of hate in his eyes. He snorts back some phlegm in his throat, spitting the contents of his mouth down across Radical’s face – followed by a full force stomp to the middle of his forehead. Clarkson turns and runs toward the ropes to gain some momentum. Right as Clarkson starts charging away from the ropes the lurking figure of Dante grabs hold of his leg and sends him down with a face plant into the canvas. Dante stretches his arm out and hooks Clarkson by the ankle, dragging him closer and closer to him. Dante gets up to his feet, thus pulling Clarkson up along with him. Dante grabs Clarkson by the back of the head, running him head first into the turnbuckle.

T.L: It looks like Clarkson is in trouble!

C.P: Clarkson in trouble? Yeah…..right.

Bonez hadn’t intended on letting his partner get rocked in the turnbuckle, but as fate has it…Nightmare had stopped him dead in his tracks. Nightmare had turned Bonez around, dazing him with a kick to the gut that was followed by a swinging neckbreaker. From there, Dante pulls Clarkson away from the buckle only to wind him up again. Dante rushes forward again, darting Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson forehead first into the buckle cover one more time before he finally leans him up against the buckle. Dante backs up and comes toward the turnbuckle with full force, crushing Clarkson in with a knee to the midsection. Dante pulls Clarkson’s head back, raising his arm and finally clubbing Clarkson across the chest with his forearm.

T.L: Look down the ramp, Cody, we have a guest!

C.P: [ squinting his eyes] That’s President Maddog!

The view switches to the vantage point to see the curtain still flowing after President Maddog burst through in a quick fashion. President Maddog slowly walks down the ramp with a silver briefcase held to his side with one hand. Meanwhile, Dante winds up and clubs Clarkson across the chest one more time before he notices the likes of President Maddog staring right at him from below the turnbuckle. Maddog doesn’t look away from Dante for a second, even as he slides the briefcase under the bottom rope. Maddog raises his hand to point up at Dante. ”Yeah, mother fucker? What the fuck do you think you’re looking at?” Angrily, Dante leans over the top rope and grabs hold of a huge chunk of President Maddog’s hair. Maddog starts climbing up the apron of the ring to meet Dante face to face. This spur of the moment action by Maddog has diverted Dante’s attention away from Repent. This diversion gives Clarkson time to dive down and grab the silver suitcase from below the bottom rope. He gets up to his feet and runs at Dante with the suitcase raised up. Clarkson swings the briefcase with authority, blasting Dante across the back of the head with an audible “thud”. Dante releases his grip on Maddog’s hair and drops down to the mat without any further struggle. Clarkson lowers the briefcase to knee level, placing his kneecap against the top of the case. He leans forward and sends the briefcase down across the back of Dante’s head again, but this time it has the full weight of Clarkson coming down across it. Clarkson gets back up to his feet with the suitcase in hand, leaning over to open the locks. Clarkson is too occupied with the suitcase to notice Bill Gnarly barreling toward him with full force. At the last second, Clarkson glances up and has enough time to duck and lower his shoulder toward Gnarly. Clarkson drops the case to flip Gnarly up and over the top rope with a back body drop! The back body drop sends Bill Gnarly crashing down across the unforgiving concrete floor on his tailbone! President Maddog doesn’t seem the least bit concerned with the well-being of Gnarly, proceeding to drag him off the floor without a second though. The president places his hand on the back of Gnarly’s head with a tug, throwing him head first into the heavy steel ring steps. Inside the ring, Clarkson finally has enough time to open the suitcase to find a shining silver object. The shining silver would be that of a staple gun! Clarkson lifts the staple gun out of the suitcase, while dropping the case down to the canvas. Clarkson fits his fingers through the handle of the staple gun as he lifts one leg through the ropes. Clarkson starts exiting the ring to go after one half of the team known as Double Lightning, Bill Gnarly.

C.P: Clarkson fuckin’ said he was going to do it!

T.L: So, I guess… now you think that Clarkson is a man of his word?

C.P: That’s the fuckin’ truth and you fuckin’ know it!

Gnarly places both of his hands on the top of the ring steps, struggling to get up to his feet. From there he throws both of his arms up with a pulling motion on the ring steps to give him stable ground. From behind, Clarkson waits for him to get back up to his feet- not taking advantage of hitting a man when he’s down. Bill Gnarly has now gotten back up on his own free will, trying to regain his balance. Gnarly staggers in a circle, turning right toward Clarkson. Gnarly opens his eyes open wide and charges forward at Clarkson, who meets him with a jab to the forehead with the bottom side of the staple gun, TCHING! The staple gun emits a small rattle upon hitting Gnarly’s head, but Clarkson pays no attention and raises it upward. He holds the trigger tightly between his fingers as he jabs it at Gnarly’s head, CLICK! The staple is forcefully injected with a jab of the gun from Clarkson’s hand.

C.P: Fuck…that had to fuckin’ hurt!

Clarkson swings his leg to kick the side of Gnarly’s leg, which knocks him down to his knees. Gnarly lifts his head up at Clarkson with a wince of pain crossing over his face. Blood trickles down from the staple recently injected into his skull, but by no means is it the end. Clarkson steps in and hooks Gnarly by the head with a side headlock, placing the staple gun tightly against Gnarly’s head. ”Fucking harmless, Bill?”, the staple gun’s trigger clicks several times in a row. Following the onslaught of clicking, Clarkson lifts the staple gun up and away from Gnarly’s forehead for second to see the damage. ”Oh no, he ain’t done yet, Clarkson!”, Maddog steps out from Clarkson’s side with a wad of cash crunched between his fingers. President Maddog pulls a single bill loose from the mangled wad, reaching it out with a swat across Gnarly’s forehead. The bill sticks to Gnarly’s forehead due to the rivulets of blood accumulating from his wounds. With out hesitation, Clarkson deems it fit to secure the bill to Gnarly’s forehead with another staple. CLICK! Clarkson lifts the staple gun away, showing that the staple gun had done its duty for the time being. As a result, Clarkson drags Bill Gnarly to his feet and starts parading him around the ringside area for all the fans to see. Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson shows that he’s done fucking around by tossing Gnarly head first into the guardrail before he makes his way around the ringside area. Clarkson leans in through the ropes and tosses the staple gun into the ring, but making sure it’s out of the reach of his opponents. Clarkson dashes over to the rail to pull it in closer to the apron. Clarkson quickly steps to the side to pick up a table and fold the legs up. Clarkson lifts the table up with both hands, placing the table between the rail and the apron to form a make-shift platform of sorts.

T.L: What does Clarkson have in mind?

C.P: Complete and utter fucking damage!

In the ring, Nightmare sends Bonez into the far ropes with an irish-whip. As Bonez comes back off the ropes, Nightmare picks up a steel chair from the canvas. Nightmare takes a swing, but Bonez ducks under to rebound off the opposite side of the ropes. Nightmare turns around and swings again, THUD! Nightmare just waffled Bonez upside the head with the seat of the folding chair! Bonez slams his back across the mat, looking up at the ceiling with a glazed over appearance to his eyes. Nightmare flips the chair over and lifts it up..CRASH! Nightmare bashes the top of the chair’s back rest off Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt’s ribs. Bonez shudders under the chair’s impact, curling up slightly with a muffled cough. Dante comes into view with a chair of his own, making his way directly over to Bonez. Dante lifts up the chair and is about to take a whack at Schmitt…

T.L: Batter-up!

C.P: [ glaring at Lockton] Bonez is a human being, Lockton! Show some fuckin’ compassion!

T.L: Wha?

Mike Radical leaps up onto Dante’s back with an attempted sleeper hold! Dante takes a few staggering steps backward with Radical struggling to get a grip around his neck. Dante swings the chair up over his head, CRACK! Radical’s arms go limp and he falls off to the side of Dante after he just got caught across the top of the head with the folding chair! Dante turns to the left and swings the chair down across Radical’s body with brutal force. Radical cowers after the blow, but Dante slaps the chair across Radical’s arms – Radical tried to block the blow but suffered injury to his arms instead of any avoidance.

T.L: The tag-team champions are dominating the ring right now…..where the heck is Clarkson?

C.P: [ pointing at the monitor] Take a closer look! The far buckle!

Jeremy Clarkson can be seen perched up on top of the far turnbuckle with a buddle of light tubes in his hands.

T.L: Where did those light tubes come from?

C.P: It is a “TLC” match, right? HA! Pay closer attention, he rustled those mu-fuckas out from under the apron.

Gnarly slowly rolls under the bottom rope into the clutches of Nightmare. Nightmare leans over and grips Billy Gnarly by the throat, lifting him up to his feet. A gurgling sound emits from Gnarly’s mouth as Nightmare tightens his grip. Gnarly’s knees start to give out, but he manages to connect with a punch to Nightmare’s gut. Nightmare pushes Gnarly into the ropes and upon him rebounding back, Nightmare grabs him by the back of the head and charges him toward the buckle where Clarkson has been patiently waiting! Gnarly looks up and sees Clarkson diving from the buckle with the tubes, so he drops down to his stomach and out of Nightmare’s clutches! Nightmare notices the early departure of Gnarly, but he is moving too fast to come to a halting stop. He has no choice but to proceed toward the turnbuckle at full speed!

T.L: This doesn’t look good for Nightmare!

C.P: Full fucking speed ahead!

Nightmare throws his arms up over his face, but not in enough time to prevent Clarkson from throttling the bundle of tubes off the top of his head. Glass shards shower down across the mat in all directions. Clarkson can’t avoid landing on his knees from his dive from the buckle, which sends him rolling through a large amount of the debris. Jeremy Clarkson pays no attention to the glass, as he gets back up to his feet. Nightmare lowers his arms and tilts his head downward with a look only to be described as “pissed”. Blood begins streaming down his anger wrinkled face and finally dripping down off the edge of his chin. Not phasing him in the slightest, Nightmare turns around with his fists clenched. Clarkson waves his hands at Nightmare, motioning for him to “bring it”. Nightmare steps at him, ”Clarkson, duck!” The words echo through his eardrums and he hits the deck just as Bonez sends a steel chair sailing halfway across the ring at Nightmare’s head. THUD! The camera pans over to the right as the chair bounces from Nightmare’s head to the canvas…the ring rattles under the impact of Bonez getting leveled by a big boot from Dante. Bonez rolls under the bottom rope, just as his partner dashes toward Dante. Dante steps forward to meet Clarkson with a devastating power-slam! Dante puts his hands on Clarkson’s chest and pushes himself back up. Dante sends a kick to Clarkson’s ribs for good measure, before he makes an attempt at grabbing the ladder on the far side of the ring. Gnarly is bent over by the ladder, trying to pick it up….Dante allows Gnarly to pick the ladder up off the mat then he moves in for the kill. Gnarly lowers the ladder upon Dante’s approach and kicks the ladder outward with his legs…

T.L: Owww!

The ladder gets dropkicked right into Dante’s legs, which drops Dante down into a sitting position. Gnarly picks the ladder back up and heads to center ring!

C.P: No fucking way!

From the outside, Bonez slides another ladder under the bottom rope. He turns away from the ropes, this time he picks up a stack of two tables and sends them sliding in as well. Gnarly’s partner, Mike Radical has found is way back into the match by sending a few kicks to Nightmare’s midsection. Radical tries to show-off with a roundhouse kick aimed at Nightmare’s stomach, but Nightmare catches his leg. Radical bounces up and down on his free leg, coming around back with an insiguri(sp?) kick that gets ducked by Nightmare. While Nightmare still holds onto the leg, Radical hops back up and clips Nightmare in the chops with a high heel kick! Nightmare drops down onto his back, so Radical rushes toward the second ladder that Bonez had slid into the ring. Gnarly positions the first ladder, looking up and shaking his head as there was no way in hell that he was climbing up there. Bonez ducks under the apron to hide from Radical, in order to get an advantage over him in the long run. Radical staggers toward the middle of the ring with the ladder, but he places it in an area that gives a good five feet between both ladders. Gnarly gives Radical two thumbs up, who then returns the gesture.

T.L: They’re going to try and take the win!

C.P: What a bunch of fuckin’ morons. Didn’t they see fuckin’ Bonez on the outside, ready to come in?

Bonez finally reenters the ring, going right for two steel chairs. After grabbing the chairs, he helps his partner up and the two direct their attention at Dante. Nightmare is up with vengeance on his mind! He grabs hold of Radical’s ladder, using both hands to hoist himself up a few rungs. Radical kicks his leg down hysterically to get Nightmare away from him. Nightmare somewhat blocks several of the kicks with his arm, not avoiding the brunt of the blows entirely. He reaches up and grabs Radical by the shirt, tearing him down off the ladder [ Radical was only six feet up on the ladder ]. Nightmare hops down off the ladder and grips Radical by the head, leading him toward the ropes. Nightmare looks beyond the ropes to see the table bridged between the apron and rail – his eyes light up with excitement.

C.P: Radical is in for some serious fuckin’ trouble!

Nightmare slings Radical through the ropes and onto the apron, following Radical through the ropes. Radical fires off a couple shots to the side of Nightmare’s head, but it doesn’t stun him. Between a session of Radical’s blows, Nightmare throws one of his own! Radical grabs onto the top rope, almost falling off the apron entirely.

Clarkson and Bonez circle Dante in from the front and back – Dante notices both men approaching him from both fronts. Dante decides to go for all or nothing and bum-rushes at Repent.

Nightmare grabs Radical by the head and forces him back onto the apron, taking a step back onto the bridged up table with Radical coming with him. Mike Radical throws a left, Nightmare with a right, Radical staggers into a kick to the midsection!

Clarkson and Bonez both move in with their chairs raised…….Dante comes within range of both men, more so Clarkson.

Nightmare bends Radical over and hooks him by the waist. The table starts to flex under both men’s weight, but Nightmare manages to hoist Radical’s legs into the air.

THUD! Dante is met on both sides by stinging chairshots, sandwiching him in. Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson takes another swing with his chair, while Bonez drops low with a sweeping kick to the back of both of Dante’s legs. THUD! Dante goes down like a ton of bricks after Bonez and Clarkson simultaneously connect with their actions. Clarkson turns his attention to Gnarly, who is up on the ladder nearly passed out. Bonez points up to him and Clarkson shrugs, to Clarkson’s surprise Bonez whips the chair into the air and it hooks downward on Gnarly’s side of the ladder. THUD! The chair drops down across Gnarly’s back…

Nightmare jumps slightly with Mike Radical’s head secured between his legs. Nightmare’s legs along with Radical’s head both hit the table, sending both men down to the cold, hard concrete floor with the table shattering into hundreds of small pieces. Radicals’ body flops over on top of Nightmare, but Nightmare still has enough in him to flip Radical off of him. Radical’s limp body flops across the floor, while Nightmare tries to recover from the fall.

Clarkson wipes the sweat from his brow, as he takes a deep breath before making his way over to the ladder positioned in the center of the ring. Clarkson puts his hand on the side of the ladder, swinging his body around to the opposite side that Gnarly is clinging on to. Clarkson ascends the rungs, while Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt scurries to grab a table from beneath the bottom rope. Bonez lifts the table up over his shoulder and slams it down on the same side that Clarkson is on. He picks up one side and unfolds the leg, followed by the other. Bonez whistles to Clarkson, who looks down with a smile at the table below. Clarkson makes his way to the top of the ladder, seeing that Gnarly is slowly moving upward. Gnarly flips the bill stapled to his forehead out of his eyesight, while reaching one hand up in an attempt to reach up for the belts. The crowd is now roaring with anticipation, while President Maddog stands on the outside of the ring occasionally yelling out ”Come on, Bonez!” or ”There ya go, Clarkson!” for encouragement. The camera view is now from just a few inches above the dangling championship belts, showing the possibly worried expression on Gnarly’s face when he sees Clarkson’s hand reach over the top of the ladder and clutch around his wrist. Clarkson is now in control, he pulls Gnarly nearly all the way to the top of the ladder. Gnarly’s shaking hand juts up at Jeremy Clarkson’s face, catching him in the corner of his eye with a thumb! Clarkson leans back, while Gnarly confidently climbs up even further, throwing a few blows to keep Clarkson at bay. Clarkson looks back up at Gnarly with one eye closed, due to Gnarly’s thumb being jabbed violently into the socket. Bill Gnarly leans over the top of the ladder almost as if he were going to attempt a sunset flip over Clarkson and drive him through the table, but he hesitates at the top of the wobbling ladder. Clarkson unleashes a back elbow to Gnarly’s stomach, followed by a stiff right handed haymaker! Bill Gnarly’s eyes open widely as he lurches half-way over the top of the ladder into Clarkson’s range. Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson shows no mercy for Gnarly, battering him with several blows to the chin. Gnarly’s head dips downward for a brief second, until he sees what lies quite some feet below- A TABLE! Gnarly tries top pull himself back onto his respective side of the ladder, but Clarkson grabs Gnarly by the shirt and the back of the tights. Clarkson rips Bill Gnarly from safety with a forceful tug on the shirt that forces Gnarly into a front somersault off the top of the fifteen-foot ladder! Gnarly plummets downward like a deadweight, crashing almost head first through a table, shattering it into several pieces upon impact. The camera zooms in on Gnarly’s bloodied, stapled face that has no expression at all, beside the growing pale tint that seems to be consuming all of the fleshy tone. The camera pans over to Gnarly’s right arm, where the bloodied dollar bill sitting after being ripped loose from his forehead after the fall.

C.P: One more move for the good guys!

T.L: The good guys? Who’s side are you on, Cody?

C.P: You know damn well, I’m supporting the cause! Plus, who wouldn’t love to see that fairy get dropped off a ladder like that? Fuck, I’d rather see him thrown from a twenty story building, but that’s just me!

T.L: Why don’t you have another beer, Cody.

C.P: [delighted] Don’t mind if I do! [ the click of a beer can’s lid opening is heard, along with the glugging as the fluid flows down Cody’s gullet]

The camera zooms out to see the entire ring, with Clarkson slowly stepping upward and trying not to lose his footing on the rung. Nightmare enters the ring, behind Bonez, with a larger piece of wood from the broken table. Nightmare steps in and swings the broken piece of table across Schmitt’s back, shattering it even further. President Maddog jumps up and waves his hand in the air, in an obvious motion to the backstage area. Inside the ring, Dante is beginning to regain his consciousness, slowly rising to his hands and knees. Clarkson steps up onto the very last rung of the ladder and swings his arms up, grabbing hold of the steel ring held up by a chain that the belts are suspended by. Nightmare twirls Bonez around meeting him with a kick to the lower region. Bonez huddles over grabbing onto his “midsection”, which Nightmare follows up with a slight push to get him out of the way.

C.P: Oh fuck yeah! Look who’s here to save the fucking day! Look at the ramp, Lockton!

Justin “The Real Deal” Denison runs down the aisle and dives his arms under the bottom rope to pull Dante to the outside. Denison hooks him around the head with a front chancery, but Dante still manages to get a few blows in. Out of anger, Denison raises his forearm and starts slamming it down across the back of Dante’s neck with such force that it drives Dante to his knees. Denison backs up, ”Is that all you’ve fucking got?” After uttering those words, Denison puts his arms out with a semi-shrug only to be met by a fist to the stomach. Denison bends over and Dante rocks him with a right hand, Dante is back up to his feet. Dante throws his elbow across Denison’s cheek, staggering him into the rail. Dante comes at Denison, but Denison gives him a stiff kick to the leg to stun him. Denison blasts Dante with a closed right fist followed shortly by a headbutt. Maddog cheers Denison on, as he slams Dante head first into the railing. Dante falls to the floor with exhaustion from being part of a hellacious bout, giving Denison an opportune moment to stomp the living hell out of him.

T.L: Clarkson is going to be in a heap of trouble if he doesn’t grab those belts right now!

Nightmare staggers over to the ladder and gives it a heavy push with all of his might, which knocks the ladder loose from Clarkson’s feet! Clarkson grabs hold of the steel ring that the championship belts are secured to, kicking his feet wildly against the top of the ladder just before it falls to the canvas like a giant red wood. Clarkson throws his right arm around the steel ring, locking his left hand over his right wrist. Clarkson’s body swings back and forth wildly in the struggle to keep himself from falling. Nightmare looks up at him with desperation floating through his eyes, not wanting to lose his coveted championship belts. Bonez grabs Nightmare by the shoulder and forcefully turns him around with his middle finger just an inch away from Nightmare’s face. Nightmare grabs Schmitt’s hand and crunches it in his palm, grinding his teeth together with anger. To the right, Denison jumps up on the apron, ”’Ey, Bonez!”. With his hand being nearly broken by Nightmare, he turns his head to see a gray object sailing toward him. Catching it with his free hand, he slips it over his hand and takes a wild swing at Nightmare’s face.

T.L: Brass-knuckles?! If there was any more interference in this bout….we might as well call it a battle royale.

C.P: There ya go with that fuckin’ whiny bullshit again. Lighten up, Lockton.

Nightmare’s head dips to the side after being slugged with the pair of brass-knuckles, he spits out a glob of blood along with bits and pieces of his inner-cheek. Bonez grabs Nightmare by the head to lead him into a brief kick followed by a front face-lock. Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt grabs hold of Nightmare’s leg, reaching his hands up and interlocking his fingers. Nightmare struggles to pull his leg out of Bonez’s grasp, but it’s far too late for struggle. President Maddog slaps the canvas, as he looks up at the struggling champion, merely hanging fifteen feet above the squared circle from a steel ring and a chain. Bonez lifts Nightmare’s body almost fully into position for the “Bonez-Bomb” but he forces his weight back down. Bonez is just about fed up with Nightmare, so he lets go of the leg and backs his head away quickly. Nightmare doesn’t have time to even lift his head up before Bonez cracks him across the jaw with another brutal shot with the brass knuckles. Bonez bends Nightmare back over, but this time Denison and President Maddog hit the ring. Denison runs over to Bonez, giving Nightmare a swift kick to his exposed ribcage. Nightmare coughs loudly after the blow, showing that Denison inflicted some sort of physical pain upon Nightmare. Denison yells, ”Get it done, Bonez! Get it done!” just as Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt synchs Nightmare in and picks him up off the mat with a bit of a struggle. Bonez falls back into the bridged portion of the “Bonez Bomb”, allowing Nightmare’s head bounces off the canvas with authority. Above the ring, Clarkson continues to struggles with his free arm and grabs one the belts and he manages to tear it loose from the steel ring. The belt is now officially in Clarkson’s hand, but he looses grip of it and sends it falling down to the mat. Gnarly seemingly lifeless, gives a deadman’s crawl toward the championship belt….he reaches his fingers out to touch the belt, but a boot comes crashing down across the tips. Gnarly wearily lifts his head to see Justin “The Real Deal” Denison’s sadistic smile staring back at him. ”You’ve got it, Clarkson! Come on, man!”, Maddog’s voice rings out through the arena. With a surge of confidence Clarkson reaches his scarred hand up again, ripping the final belt loose from the ring, as his fingers slip loose from their locked position around the steel ring. He holds the belt to his chest, as he makes his drop back down into the warzone. As his body flops across the canvas, he curls up with the belt strewn over his chest and stomach. The bell sounds immediately after Clarkson’s body flopped against the canvas, which calls for the changing of championship reigns. Bonez crawls over to Clarkson with his half of the tag-team championship straps. Denison and President Maddog help each other lift both men separately off the canvas. Clarkson exhaustedly falls against Bonez, while Denison helps hold them both up from behind. Maddog reaches up from behind and raises the two men’s hands in the air.

C.P: Tony, you’re looking past the big picture here.

T.L: What big picture?

C.P: Fuck, man. Can’t you see it? The Apocalypse of Wrestling is out to take over the entire wrestling world. Hell, I’d say they are bigger than……JESUS!

T.L: Umm…I care not to comment on any religious beliefs here. I don’t want to step on any toes.

C.P: Fuck, you saw them take the win over the rest of those sorry bastards.

T.L: [ looking at his watch ] We’re out of time, folks! Tune in next week for another episode of Liberation Television!

C.P: [slurred] Liber-vizzle……Tele-vizzle…..motha fucka!

T.L: [ lowering his eyebrows with a look of confusion ] Good night, folks!