[ The scene cuts in to previously recorded footage; that of the box office first opening for sales for this week’s Liberation Television. Hundreds of fans zig-zag the sidewalks, some people pushing just to get further ahead in the line. The scene skips a frame, showing one selling station in particular. A sign stating “SOLD OUT” is placed in the window and the security shudder is slid down. More than a handful of fans lower their heads in disbelief and sadness, turning to walk away. A few seconds later, Kirk Richardson (the lackey of UWWF: Liberation’s higher ups) walks through a side door and directs the fan’s attention back over to him. In his right hand he holds a black briefcase tightly between his fingers.

Richardson: Folks, sorry for the disappointment there. Knowing that the box office wouldn’t be equip to handle all of you, the fans. I have been given authority to hand out these tickets that will place you toward the front row and close to ringside.

Richardson flips the briefcase up and unlocks it, sending dozens of tickets flying into the cool Boston air! The fans struggle to get their hands on the tickets, as we fade into a video.

One of the most epic confrontations in UWWF history took place last week; what had begun as a contract signing - ended in “Final Judgment”. G-Man and Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson [ The King of Hardcore ] met face to face. From the appearance of Janus, to the battle around the arena: this altercation ended in one place...

[ Inside the ring, both men have made it to their feet. G-Man takes a stumbled dive forward with a closeline, but Clarkson will not go for it. Clarkson ducks under and he raises G-Man up and onto his shoulders with a fireman’s carry. Clarkson shifts G-Man’s weight over onto one shoulder then flips him right down into a death valley driver! G-Man hits the mat and almost looks to be knocked out! Clarkson wearily rises up to his feet, standing on shaky legs. Clarkson grabs G-Man by the head and pulls him forcefully up to his feet. Clarkson then walks away to pick up the heavily dented steel chair, which he puts right down at his and G-Man’s feet. G-Man stumbles at Clarkson, but only meets a kick to the midsection! Clarkson bends G-Man down and hooks him around the waist. The fans can’t believe it when Clarkson gets G-Man hooked and lifted into the air.

C.P: DONE! FUCKING, DONE!

Clarkson doesn’t hesitate to jump into the air and land down on his knees, driving G-Man’s head into the steel chair with the hangman’s ddt!

T.L: G-Man’s head must be ringing after that!

C.P: Like I said, HE’S FUCKING DONE!

The man in the helmet pulls himself onto the apron and leans over to the ropes to observe these final seconds in the match. Bonez jumps up and peers over at the man in the helmet, not showing whether he approves or disapproves of the behavior. Meanwhile, Clarkson pulls the steel chair out from under G-Man’s shoulders, tossing it to the side. Clarkson doesn’t even bother to hook the leg, making the cover over G-Man. The referee leaps down and slaps his hand across the mat -“ONE! TWO! THREE!” The bell sounds as the referee lifts up Clarkson’s arm in victory. ]

From this footage we fade into real-time, the last Liberation Television before the highly anticipated pay per view labeled: “BLOOD MONEY”.

The jam-packed Fleet Center, the host site of Liberation Television for this week. The camera pans over the crowd: thousands of rabid fans jumping, gyrating, and screaming can be seen in front of our cameras with “Pulse of the Maggots“ by Slipknot jamming through the house speakers of the Fleet Center. Something we only see when Liberation hits the road, due to Viking Hall’s limited seating arrangements.

The camera view switches to a ceiling’s view, sending us diving downward toward a highly elaborate commentator’s desk! Up on their feet, as always, are Tony Lockton and Cody “Mother Fuckin” Prime! Lockton adjusts his suit jacket, as he glances across the arena nervously. Prime holds up his arms to receive a huge pop from the sea of fans. Lockton diverts his attention to the camera, locking his eyes dead on with the middle of the lens.

T.L: Welcome to Liberation Television, the dawn of our pay per view spectacular!

C.P: That’s fuckin’ right, b-i-a-t-c-h! We be here in Boston, fuckin’, Mass!

T.L: That’s right and boy...do we have a show for you all tonight!

C.P: In tha main event we have the infamous “hobo crack-head” Janus taking on the fuckin’ “King of Hardcore” Jeremy Clarkson!

T.L: Lighten up on Janus, Cody. He’s had a rough life..

C.P: Rough? He don’t know the meaning of rough, bitch.

T.L: [ blowing Prime’s comments off ] Not to mention, G-Man participating as guest referee. We also have the return of…..

C.P: [ cutting off Lockton ] CURTIS! BONEZ! MOTHA FUCKIN’ SCHMITT!

T.L: [ shrugging with annoyance ] That’s right...

C.P: He’ll be displaying his fuckin’ technical prowess against the likes of Memnoch and Kaizen.

T.L: Again……..that’s right……..

C.P: Fuck, enough with the talking, LET’S GET TO THE FUCKING SHOW!

Inside the ring there is a red velvet rug covering the mat. All four ring posts have smokey mists rising out of them.

T.L.: What's going on here?

C.P.: Haven't a clue, Ton.

T.L.: The ring has been set up nice for a reason, the very least the guys upstairs could do is tell us why so we could relay that information to you at home.

C.P.: Making us look like fools out here, Ton, those bastards!

Suddenly the lights go out.

T.L.: Is it time for...

Revelations: 420 appears via big screen and the Boston crowd goes into a frenzy. Soon the lights are flashing violently, thunder begins echoing as smoke pours out into the aisle just as it had the week before. The crowd is buzzing like crazy thinking they know who's coming out. Once again, a deep mysterious voice mixed with special effects echos through the arena....

VOICE: The time has come..... that a unrecognizable factor rises from the cloudy mist. To do what, you ask? To regulate....pure and simple.... Now presenting SMITTY!

The Boston crowd gives a pop for it's hometown hero. Through the smoke we see Smitty's figure moving towards the ring once again in his one of a kind luxory wheel-chair recliner. With ease he rises to his feet and enters the ring holding his stylish cane in hand. As the lights come back on and the mist disipates Smitty poses in front of his fans. He recieves a mic.

SMITTY: Ladies and gentlemen WELCOME to a very special edition of Liberation Television!(crowd pops) It is our last stop before "Blood Money", I just have one question... are you guys blazing the good shit tonight? I hope so.... Anyways down to business. What makes tonight so special, at least to ME, is because it is the first card that was put together by ME, except for the main event which was Faust's idea. What makes tonight special for you guys is it's time to let you guys know more about what role I have around here. What it is I do.... And What it is I do... IS ANYTHING I WANT! HAHAHA! If I want to make a match, BOOM! I'll make it. If I decide someone isn't pulling there weight around here, BOOM! THERE FIRED! It doesn't just stop there, if I feel the need punish someone, I may do so any fucking way I see fit! In fact I could go on all night boring you guys about what I can do but to save you and me the trouble I will finish it with this; There is NOTHING I can't do. My word is the LAW and I will enforce it, BITCHES! Listen to my advice and you will rise quickly, recognize game before game recognizes you!

Smitty pauses walking around the ring to see if he is working the crowd right. With a glimmer in his eye and a smirk he continues.

SMITTY: Now I didn't JUST come out here to tell you guys that. No.. I'm in a giving mood tonight. I want to keep you fans here in Boston loyal to UWWF. I want to give you guys the very best there is to offer and that is what I'm going to do. So what's more important... than the UWWF Champion!?(the crowd loves it) Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you my first EVER guest to the set of Revelations: 420, he is the Ultimate Heavyweight Champion, G-MAN!

Again the arena darkens as Three Days Grace hits the p/a. With the gold strapped around his waste G-Man appears at the entrance smiling ear to ear. The crowd is going as loud as they can as he enters the ring and leaps up to the second rope posing. Camera's flash and G-Man seems engulfed in the moment. Finally he stands dead center of the ring face to face with a man he knows all too well. This meeting, though, there is not hostility... for now.

SMITTY: Well, G-Man, this is a surpise for me. Never did I think there would be a day when I was announcing YOU as Heavyweight Champion.... It feels like yesterday you were align yourself with the Perveyors of Perfection, your current enemies of all people, to take on me! How times have changed... You've stepped it up a lot since then and now, you have finally reached the level of supremacy. Congradulations.

Smitty extends his hand to shake G-Mans, Boston goes crazy! G-Man reaches out and grabs Smitty's and the two embrace as cameras flash capturing a rare sight in this business. Both men raise their arms in the air to the delight of the fans.

T.L.: Smitty's a class act all the way. G-Man has worked his whole career to be the man on top and it is about damn time he got some reckognition.

C.P.: Smitty is and always will be fucking man.

T.L.: Winning the belt was a dream come true for G-Man and finally he is enjoying the fruits of his labor. The efforts have paid off for G-Man.

C.P.: SHH! Let the fucking champ speak!

G-Man recieves a mic of his own.

G-MAN: Much thanks, Smitty. You are a good man. The Ultimate Heavyweight Championship is best thing in my life right now and you can be rest assured that there is NOTHING I won't do to keep this around my waste!

SMITTY: Actually, G, that is why you are out here now. Let's talk about "Blood Money"... More importantly, the main event... You and Jeremy "RePenT" Clarkson in the biggest battle in the UWWF right now. He made a major statement by beating you last week, what is going through your head knowing that he has your number?

G-MAN: Well, Smitty, there is only one way to answer that. And that is by proving him, you, and everyone else who thinks he will do it again wrong and PROVING I am the best wrestler in the business today! If I've ever had an opportunity to showcase my skills before, THIS IS IT! Yeah, he beat me last week, BUT IT JUST MADE ME HUNGRIER! Smitty, Clarkson has become overconfident with his win. He thinks he has this in the bag and our match is going to be ANYTHING but a walk in the park. At Blood Money, he is in for a suprise.

SMITTY: G, you should know of all people I know too well that Clarkson underestimates his opponents. But how do you plan to contend with outside interference by Bonez and Angel-X.

G-MAN: That's where the real battle for me is in this one. Will it be a fair one on one match? Knowing these guys its very doubtful. At Blood Money, I will make sure to have an equalizer. I'm gonna need all the leverage I can get. Outside interference is always a factor, but what these guys don't know is how much intensity I will bring to this match. Clarkson is going to see a side of me he's not going to like and a fury unleased never before seen.

SMITTY: G-Man, the cards are stacked against you like never before. I know from experience that you have never faced a greater challenge. Not just with the outside interference, Jeremy Clarkson, as much as I hate him, I must give it to him that he is probably one of the very best to ever lace up the boots. This match is your first real test as Champion. Do you think you can win with all that stands in your way?

G-MAN: You haven't been paying attention. Everything I have done before Blood Money doesn't matter. Being Ultimate Champion means your the better than everyone else and the only way to do that is by beating Clarkson. Your right when you say this is my first test as Champion. It is time to step up and show my worthiness to the gold and prove I am a true Champion! And I am only going to tell you one more thing, IT'S ON BLAZES!!!!

G-Man drops the mic and shakes hands with Smitty one more time. He heads to the back to a standing ovation.

SMITTY: Ladies and gentlemen the Ultimate Heavyweight Champion, G-MAN! Good luck... Boston, enjoy the show!

Smitty exits the ring to his pimpdaddy chair and heads to the back as ring crew quickly rolls up the rug getting the ring ready for the first match.

C.P.: Yeah, Smitty got it in G-Man's head that he can beat Clarkson. Smitty's good, even he had me fooled for a second.

T.L.: No, not that. Smitty said he has the power to do ANYTHING including firing and making matches. C.P.: Damn, that is impressive.

T.L.: Let's see what he does with it.

C.P.: Well now that this crowd is fired up, let's get to the action!

T.L: First up, the National championship number one contenders match…the good Reverend Karl Lennox versus Mortiis Magnus!

Lennox is already in the ring, hunched over with his hands on his knees.

T.L: It looks like Lennox is ready to take on the likes of Mortiis Magnus!

Magnus hustles through the curtain and down the aisle-way, with no hesitation to start this match off quick. Magnus slides under the bottom rope and Lennox moves in on him. Lennox fires off several right and left handed blows to the side of Magnus’ head, but it doesn’t stop Magnus from forcing forward. Magnus grabs Lennox by the arm and quickly sends him into the ropes with an irish-whip. Lennox comes flying back off the ropes toward Magnus, Magnus spins around and clips Lennox in the middle of the forehead with a back elbow! Lennox hits the canvas and comes up into a sitting position, groggily rubbing his forehead. While Lennox tends to his forehead, Magnus gives him some more head trauma with a big stomp to the damaged area! Lennox falls flat on his back, which Magnus follows up with a heavy elbow across the chest. Magnus hooks the leg, ONE……..TWO……KICK OUT BY LENNOX.

T.L: It looked as if Lennox was finished early.

C.P: Fuck you, Tony. We’ve seen people take harder beatings in the first minutes of a match than Lennox just took.

T.L: You’ve got a point there. Ya know, I’ve been saying that quite a bit lately.

Mortiis Magnus gets back up to his feet, lurking over Lennox. Lennox finally starts showing signs of life by getting back up as well. Lennox kicks Magnus in the gut, but Magnus fires one right back at him. Lennox doubles over immediately, which is followed by a whip into the ropes. Lennox hits the ropes and holds on, waiting a minute to turn around. When he turns around he is met by a big boot to the jaw! Lennox falls to one knee and attempts to get back up to his feet. Magnus hooks him by the head and leads him into the turnbuckle. While Magnus has Lennox in the turnbuckle, he pushes Lennox’s head back and sends a massive headbutt to the middle of his forehead! Lennox falls forward, but Magnus holds him back yet again. This time Magnus winds up with his right leg and sends his knee into his ribs. Lennox flops forward and takes a big gasp of air. Magnus tries to pull Lennox away from the turnbuckle, but Lennox holds on with one hand with a mighty grip. Magnus lets go and Lennox comes out of the buckle with a series of kicks to Magnus’ stomach. Magnus backs up a few feet, but before he can do anything he is met by a roaring elbow care of the good reverend.

T.L: Lennox has come back from his slump!

C.P: [ yawn ]

Lennox raises his right hand, he’s going for a haymaker…

T.L: Karl Lennox may have Magnus right where he wants him!

Magnus ducks under a heavy swing from Lennox, shifting his shoulder into Lennox’s side. Magnus’ shoulder knocks the air out of Lennox, but it means absolutely nothing at this point in time. Mortiis Magnus shifts Karl Lennox’s weight backward, lifting him into a TORTURE RACK! Magnus spins around and wrenches the torture rack in for several seconds before he gets enough momentum. Off the momentum, Magnus drives Lennox to the canvas by flipping his body over into what almost looks like a death valley driver, but Lennox’s face clips the canvas with authority! As Lennox hits the mat, he falls flat down to his face without any movement at all!

T.L: He’s done…..he’s finished!

Magnus drops down to his knees, in order to flip the lifeless body of Lennox over. Magnus gets up to his feet, throwing the bottom of his boot over Lennox’s chest as the referee counts, ONE………..TWO……….THREE!

T.L: Church….I don’t think so.

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

T.L: He may call himself a reverend, but I’m sure he’s not associated with the facist Christian organizations. He’s just a good reverend in the art of pain…

C.P: Obviously, not dishing out the pain to anyone else but himself, motha fucka!

T.L: Excuse me?

C.P: MOTHA FUCKA!

T.L: And off we go…words from the highest power that UWWF can acknowledge at this point…….FAUST!

We enter the surroundings of the pre-recorded endeavors of our beloved President, the man know to you as Faust. We pan around the presidential office, which displays past UWWF: Liberation event posters and things of that sort. We swing in a full circle, stopping at a large wooden desk. A light flicks on from behind, revealing the face of Faust. A glimmer strikes his eye and a smirk crosses over his face.

Faust: Welcome, one and all. I sit here, ready to deliver to you the news that will drive us toward the painful bliss that is BLOOD MONEY!

Faust lays his hands across the table, interlocking his fingers.

Faust: We will have a delightful encounter between G-Man and the rightful “King of Hardcore” Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson. The stipulations? We could go on to deliver you on to another ”Cowboys From Hell Death Match”. What better a surrounding? What better to than exhibit the same stipulation that gained Clarkson the right to call himself a hardcore legend? The same match that labeled Clarkson the winner of the Ultimate Hardcore Cup. Hell, it’s been done before, that’s the problem. Will I tell you what kind of contest they will rage against each other in? Not yet, I’ll let you all sit in wonder of what it will be. But, I won’t let anyone else decide the rules, because only a man as sick as myself will determine those sort of things.

Faust stops and rubs his scraggily, braided goatee.

Faust: One this is for sure, I’m going to put that crack-head mother fucker by the name of Janus to work. You see, I’m sure tonight….yes, tonight, that Janus is going to be hospitalized again. The biggest player in the game today, Clarkson, is going to finally bury the fucking hatchet where it belongs. Right in the back of that ignorant fool.

Faust chuckles a bit.

Faust: I’ll also be putting the reigns in the hand over another man to help put a demise to those who think they are too “unruly” to be put in line in this federation. Once and for all, THE LINE WILL BE DRAWN. Justice will be served out to whom justice needs to be delivered to!

Faust pauses.

Faust: You know what? This time wasn’t meant to inform you all of anything. It was just a warning for the future…..

The sound of Faust’s boisterous chuckle inhabits the speakers, just as the scene fades back to Tony Lockton and Cody Prime.

C.P: Asshole? Yeah, you got that one right.

T.L: We’ve got more important matters to attend to. All we need to hear is another man who talks just to hear himself talk.

C.P: A-FUCKING-MEN, Tony. You’ve finally realized that this bullshit has gone on far too long.

T.L: [ a bit flustered ] We’ve got a first blood match-up with two finely tuned athletes. Two men that actually deserve the time-slot on this show. The Cruxshadow’s Rogue is set to take on Nightmare inside that squared circle. Let’s get to some action!

C.P: Camera man, you heard the fucking man. LET’S GET TO THE FUCKING ACTION ALREADY!

When we cut back to the ring, we are ready for action.

Nightmare can be seen standing in the ring, peering down to the ringside area. The camera pans over to see Rogue, who is searching underneath the apron for something to aid him. Rogue thrusts the apron cover down and looks up to the ring, just in time to see Nightmare coming off the ropes. Rogue tries to move out of the way, but he has no time: Rogue is then met with a baseball slide to the chest, which sends him flying into the steel guardrail. Nightmare slides under the bottom rope and goes to the outside in a hurry. Nightmare scurries over to the time keeper’s table and grabs a steel chair. Nightmare lifts the chair high above his head and is about to level Rogue!

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

Nightmare is about to come down across the top of Rogue’s head with the chair, when Rogue comes up with a hammer to the jaw. Nightmare staggers backward, with the chair still placed in his hands. As Nightmare reels beyond the corner post of the ring, Rogue runs as fast as he can and jumps off the steps and hits Nightmare with the hammer. Nightmare drops the chair and stumbles toward the guardrail, giving Rogue a chance to move in. Rogue winds up with the hammer again, but in desperation Nightmare nails him in the midsection with a stiff boot. Rogue hunches over and drops the weapon from his hand, giving Nightmare a chance to hook him around the neck in a front chancery type position. Nightmare synchs him in tightly and immediately drops him down into a DDT! Upon impact, Rogue’s head claps against the unforgiving concrete floor and sends his body flipping over. Rogue’s body meets the floor and he begins nursing his head. Nightmare slowly rises to his feet , making his way over to the apron of the ring. He looks under the ring for several seconds, thus pulling out a ten foot ladder. He pulls the ladder out from underneath the ring and easily raises it up over his shoulder. He sends the heavy steel ladder down across the Rogue’s midsection and chest with a ladder suplex!

C.P: That had to feel fucking good!

Rogue starts to get up, but Nightmare runs and kicks him directly across the side of the face. Rogue falls down to his hands and knees, but he starts to get up. Nightmare moves in to pick him up to his feet, but Rogue blasts him with a low blow! Rogue grabs Nightmare by the hair and sends a forearm to the side of his head for good measure. Rogue then bends Nightmare over and hooks him by the waist, obviously making an attempt at a piledriver.

T.L: I don’t think this is going to bode very well for Nightmare if he connects with this maneuver!

Rogue’s legs tense up, just as he lifts Nightmare into the air and sends him crashing head first into the floor! The referee checks in, but neither of the men are bleeding yet. Both have an accumulation of welts covering their faces, but no blood yet. So, we continue on with the contest.

Rogue flips Nightmare over and gives him a flurry of right handed blows to the side of the head, trying to open him up. Nightmare struggles to get free, but Rogue is sly enough to steer away from Nightmare’s upper body before he gets caught by a blow. Rogue moves back, grabbing hold of Nightmare’s legs. He struggles a bit before he finally locks Nightmare’s legs, flipping him over into a Boston Crab. Rogue adds pressure to the Boston Crab, but what he doesn’t know is Nightmare is only inches away from the steel chair that Nightmare had acquired earlier in the match. Nightmare reaches out and grabs hold of the steel chair, sliding it closer so he can get a good grip on it. Nightmare steadies the chair and he sends it swinging backward over his head. The head of the steel chair connects with the back of Rogue’s head, forcing him to release the submission hold. Rogue falls down flat onto his stomach, holding the back of his head with a wince of paining inhabiting his face. Nightmare gets back up to a vertical base, slamming the chair down to the floor. Nightmare methodically makes his way over to Rogue, grabbing him by the back of the head. Nightmare lifts Rogue up and pulls him up into a standing position. Nightmare looks to see where the steel chair is and he moves Rogue within a close proximity of the weapon. Nightmare grabs hold of Rogue’s arm and forces him right into a knee lift to the midsection. As Nightmare’s knee connects with Rogue’s stomach, it forces Rogue to expel spit from his mouth. Rogue is hunched over now, which leads way for Nightmare to hook him the waist. Nightmare gets him up in the air and hooks him right in position for a Cradle Piledriver! Nightmare steps forward and sends Rogue down across the edge of the steel chair with one of the most hellacious piledrivers ever seen in professional wrestling! Nightmare flips Rogue over, revealing a splatter of blood across his forehead. The referee pushes Nightmare to the side, looking down at Rogue. He grabs Rogue by the head and looks at a deep gash opened up over his right eye. Within seconds, blood has accumulated so much that Rogue’s face is now merely a crimson mask. The referee calls for medics and the bell.

C.P: Jesus, fucking, Christ. Rogue blasted him across the jaw several times with a fucking hammer. How fucking fair is that?

T.L: Anything is considered legal in a bout like that, Cody.

C.P: Yeah, let’s go hit some mother fucker with a hammer. That’s called assault, buddy.

T.L: Speaking of assault, we have a match coming up with the likes of Bonez, Memnoch, and Kaizen!

C.P: Three men that despise each other, not one of these men like one another. Fuck, I’m ready to see someone get their fucking ass handed over to them.

T.L: It’ll be a sight to see, Cody. Rest assured, that this won’t be for the weak of heart.

C.P: Ya’ll know perfectly well that Bonez isn’t going to make friends with either of these men.

T.L: I wouldn’t be surprised if Kaizen and Memnoch formed an alliance until Bonez was out of their hair.

C.P: Well, fuck bro. Let’s get to the action!

Memnoch is already in the ring with an angry smug on his face dressed to fight. Kaizen makes his way out almost a frenzy of fan faithfuls cheering for him and his old ally, although neither of these men seem to notice. Eyeing each other you can sense the tension between the two formerly known as Empire.

T.L.: What a downfall these two have been on since they split. Can you believe a month ago that these were the two most powerful men in all of UWWF!?

C.P.: Former tag champions, a National Champion AND a World Champion.... what the FUCK happened?

T.L.: I don't know, Cody. Maybe they couldn't handle the pressures of being on top.

C.P.: Well they fucked up, thats fo sho.

T.L.: (Noticing action in the ring) Wait a second, these two aren't waiting for Bonez to start this one!

No bell as Memnoch and Kaizen trade blows. Memnoch gouges Kaizen in the eye and sends a knee into his gut. Kaizen bends over but catches Memnoch off gaurd with a dipped shoulder as he pumps his leg running Memnoch towards the ropes, BOTH MEN go over! Both take hards bumps on the landing and the crowd starts to get into it. Memnoch holds his midsection as Kaizen pounces on him with more rights! Kaizen irish whips Memnoch into the steel steps, reversal, Kaizen SLAMS into them arching his back in pain! Memnoch rolls him into the ring and follows quickly behind. Memnoch picks up Kaizen and scoop slams him right back down. Memnoch makes his way over to the corner and jumps up to the second. He leaps into the air looking for an elbow and connects-- with a kick to the face! Memnoch is out on his feet! Kaizen jumps up and runs off the ropes coming back with a clothesline with authority! Memnoch folds like an according in the ring. Kaizen picks him up and puts a lock around Memnoch's waste, lifting him up and slamming him down hard. Two men appear at the entrance but Kaizen and Memnoch do not even notice.

T.L.: Here comes the Purveyors of Perfection!

C.P.: I'll tell you one thing, Bonez is gonna have easy pickings if these two don't remember he's in this match too.

Bonez and Clarkson slowly make their way down to the ring watching the action closely. Kaizen has Memnoch in a headlock and brings him over the to corner. Kaizen whips Memnoch across the ring to opposite corner and then follows a few footsteps behind. Memnoch desperately jumps up to the second rope and then takes a blind leap directly into Kaizen with an elbow! On impact Kaizen summersaults backwords and lies on the mat motionless. Memnoch remains motionless as well.

T.L.: That move took it's toll on both competitors. How can two people who once had such a great partnership hold such anomousity for each other?

C.P.: Seriously.

T.L.: Hold on, Bonez now entering the ring!

Bonez stands looking down on both men with a cocky grin on his face. Clarkson makes his way around the ring over to the time keeper and demands a mic. Inside the ring Memnoch starts to get up first, but Bonez stomps him back down. He lifts up Memnoch and before you know it he hits a Bonez-Bomb!(fisherman suplex) On impact the arena goes wild. Clarkson enters the ring now with a smile on his face. Kaizen stirs a little and Clarkson is quickly on his knees connecting with shots to Kaizens back. Bonez helps stand him up and stick Kaizens head in between Clakrson's knees. Clarkson lifts and holds Kaizen in the air along with Bonez and waits. Together they deliever a devastating double FINAL JUDGEMENT!

C.P.: Holy Shit!!

T.L.: Things have quickly turned sour for Kaizen and Memnoch!

Clarkson picks up the mic.

CLARKSON: Kaizen, Memnoch.... What in the HELL happened to you guys? Once... you got the best of me... Empire only took over Liberation when the Perveryors were gone... Perfection is back now and better than ever. But you two are shells of yourselves.... And up until tonight I have not had my revenge on you for ending my World Title reign....

He runs over to a prone Kaizen grabbing him by the hair. Clarksons voice is in a very mocking way.

CLARKSON: Kaizen you knew I would be back to regain the UWWF Championship. Did you think just because you didn't have the gold anymore I would forget about you? Maybe, that is why you dropped it to G-Man. Nothing now will get you out of the ass whooping you've got coming to you!!

Clarkson drops Kaizens head and passes the mic to Bonez.

BONEZ: Since were talking about revenge... let's not forget to mention they ended our tag title reign as well. Revenge will be had TONIGHT against what was formerly Empire... All the wrongs will be made right when The Heavyweight Title is back home where it belongs at Blood Money... More wrongs must be made right, and that is why we are out here now! Memnoch... Kaizen... any time you wanna learn this lesson again I wont be hard to find!

Clarkson takes the mic.

CLARKSON: Nobody contends with us. My partner and I are going to finish you off here tonight!

At the entrance "Angel-X" appears with his helmet on. He walks down to the ring with a bag tied shut slung over his shoulder by a string and a steel briefcase in his other hand.

T.L.: What does that Angel-X guy have in stored for the former Empire buddies in the bag?

C.P.: I sure as hell didn't see this coming, then again I'm fucking trashed. Or as I hear all the fans here in Boston say, I'M CRUNKED!

T.L.: Things are not looking good for Kaizen or Memnoch.

C.P.: I'd say... they don't stand a chance.

"Angel-X" enters the ring and circles the fallen enemies. He opens the top of the bag and dumps out hundreds of 20 dollar bill singles on top of Kaizen and Memnoch. The crowd goes nuts when they see the money.

C.P.: There's gotta be at least twenty grand there, Ton!

T.L.: That's the most money I've ever seen in person at once in my entire life!

C.P.: No shit, me either man.

Clarkson and Bonez look on with glee as the pile of money completely burries Kaizen and Memnoch. Angel-X opens the brief case up and drops it once he has whats inside it. It looks like a fairly large hospital bag containing blood, thats insane! Angel-X reaches into his pocket and pulls out a knife. He jabs the bag and its quickly begins leaking. Careful not go get any on himself he dumps it all over the money but especially over Memnoch and Kaizen. The pile of money quickly turns a sickening red. Both men quickly come out of their dazes and roll out of opposite sides the ring. Now dripping in blood with twenties stuck all over them the realization of how disgusting they look sets in. The camera zooms in on Kaizens face covered in mysterious blood and several twenty dollar bills sticking to the side of his face. He looks up with no expersion and then just collapses again. We then see a shot of Memnoch passed out on the outside similarly covered in bloody money. Sick cries of disgusted fans and anger errupt from the crowd. Even worse, Clarkson, Bonez, and "Angel-X" seem to thrive in the moment.

T.L.: Oh my god!

C.P.: I think I'm gonna fuckin hurl.

T.L.: This is a travesty to the sport of wrestling... they've taken it too far!

C.P.: Seriously dude, I know the pay-per-view is called Blood Money, but never did I think we would get this!

Clarkson picks up the mic.

CLARKSON: G-Man I hope your watching. If I did this to them.... imagine what I'm gonna do to you at Blood Money!

BONEZ: Now lets get outta here before I get blood on my shoes.

The Purveyors of Perfection leave to some serious heel heat from the Boston crowd. Some fans even throw things at them, but always miss. Ring crew begin carefully clearing the ring for the next matches and attending to Memnoch and Kaizen.

T.L.: I can't believe what we just witnessed, Cody. Since Liberation's inception nothing like this has ever been seen..

C.P.: Fuck no, those bastards are fucking crazy! You hear me, Ton, they are fucking crazy! Who's gonna want to mess with them after that?

T.L.: These guys aren't making no friends. I wonder what Faust or Vice President Mario C. has to say about this.

C.P.: The victim list is growing, Ton... Kaizen and Memnoch tonight... Rogue and our World fucking Champion G-Man last week each got money stuck in their mouths.

T.L.: Is this the end of Kaizen? Memnoch? Are they really finished after tonight? I don't have a good feeling about whats gonna happen at Blood Money.

The scene opens up, cutting directly into the heated words of Mario C, in his secluded sectioned off area. His face bright red with anger.

Mario C: Who the hell does Faust think he is?

The Boyz come into view, both looking to each other with a shrug.

Mario C: I hold some weight around here and all he does is walk around here with his head held in the air. Now that’s going to change. If he thinks for one second that he’s going push me out of the picture when we hit pay per view…[ smiling ] HE’S DEAD WRONG! In fact, I think Faust needs a reality check.

Mario C.’s eyes brighten up.

Mario C: At ”Blood Money”, I think that Faust and myself should go for the gold….the gold that holds up the foundation of this company. I deserve a bit more power than I’m given around this place. I’m so confident of that…Faust….I challenge you for half the ownership of this company.

Mario C. glares at the camera, smirking.

Mario C: That’s right, you hack, I said it. I challenge you!

The camera is obviously cut off by the “powers that be” in the UWWF: Liberation camp, cutting off Mario C before he is done speaking.

T.L: He was cut off for a reason and we all know who did that. ONE MAN who holds the UWWF honor in his hands is cut off from speaking his mind against the curruption!

C.P: Well, there’s nothing we can do about that right now, Tony. We’ve got a matter at hand here and that’s the main event. The fucking main attraction of our show. The fucking defining moment of Liberation…..THE FUCKING MAIN EVENT!

T.L: Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson and Janus…..two of the most disturbed men that have ever stepped foot in the hallowed halls of UWWF.

C.P: Let’s not delay this any fucking longer, Tony.

T.L: The last thing I’d want to do is disappoint the fans!

The arena darkens, just as Three Days Grace blares over the p.a. system to introduce our special guest referee for the night: G-Man. G-Man comes down to the ring wearing a jersey and a pair of shorts, not the usual ref apparel along with the championship belt strapped around his waist. The fans welcome him with a standing ovation. When he finally gets to the ring, Janus emerges through the crowd. He looks just as raggedy as ever, seemingly un-bathed. He climbs over the railing with a sober look among him, beside the fact that he’s carrying a trash can. His eyes stay locked on the entrance ramp, showing that he is ready to rumble with the best that the UWWF: Liberation has to offer.

T.L: Janus has come prepared for a street fight.

C.P: HA! HA! HA! That’s fuckin’ right, man. He’s gonna take out the fuckin’ trash!

“Cryptorchild” by Marilyn Manson hits the p.a. system, bringing Janus much closer to his possible demise. Clarkson soon pushes his way past the curtain, followed closely by none other than Curtis “BONEZ” Schmitt The two stop at the top of the entrance ramp, Clarkson looks at Bonez muttering the words, ”Bonez, I’ve got this one. Go, relax!”. Clarkson waves Bonez to the back, soon exiting the picture entirely. Jeremy Clarkson walks down the aisle, met by fans who begin to toss garbage at his feet. Clarkson extends his middle finger to several of the fans that lean over the rail and try to verbally abuse to the former UWWF Ultimate heavyweight champion. Inside the ring, Janus waves his hands in a motion to bring Clarkson’s attention to him. Clarkson rushes toward the ring.

T.L: Janus is ready to fight and he’s showing Clarkson that he’s not scared!

Clarkson slides under the bottom rope, but Janus sends the trash can flying right at him! The can thuds off Clarkson’s head, temporarily stunning him. Janus shuffles over and grabs Clarkson by the hair, obviously to lead him up to his feet. Janus gets him up and sends him into the far ropes with an irish-whip. When Clarkson comes back off the ropes, Janus plants his feet and extends his arms out for a powerslam. Clarkson jumps in the air and sends Janus to the mat with a cross-body block. Clarkson then rolls off Janus to get back up to his feet. Clarkson gets back up in a hurry and he starts throwing boots to Janus’ ribs and stomach.

T.L: This hasn’t officially started, since G-Man hasn’t called for the bell yet!

G-Man waves his hand with a brisk motion, calling for the bell. ”DING! DING! DING!”, the contest has officially begun! Clarkson grabs a fist full of Janus’ hair, dragging him over to the ropes. Janus tries to pull away, but it’s too late for him! Clarkson assists Janus in departing the ring by tugging his hair and slinging him through the middle rope to the outside. Clarkson follows Janus through the ropes and he heads over to the time keeper’s table. “The King of Hardcore” flips the table over, just to get it out of his way, then he picks up a steel chair. Janus scrambles to his feet and rushes toward Clarkson. Clarkson doesn’t have any time to move out of the way and Janus goes low and forces him up off his feet with a spear into the rail! The rail is pushed back several feet, forcing Clarkson to his back across the cold concrete floor! Janus hovers of Clarkson, battering him with a few lefts and rights. Out from the back comes the one and only, Curtis “BONEZ” Schmitt! Bonez makes his way around ringside, obviously going right for Janus – who is showing the upper hand for the moment. Bonez grabs Janus by the hair and pulls him away from Clarkson. Janus swings his body around to meet eye to eye with Bonez. Bonez quickly jabs him across the side of the head, dropping Janus down to one knee. Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt lifts his arm up and sends the point of his elbow into Janus’ forehead with such impact that Janus flops down onto his stomach. Clarkson rises with a folded up steel chair in hand. Bonez claps, just as he backs away from Clarkson’s fallen foe. Clarkson motions for Janus to get back up to his feet, but Janus barley moves a muscle. Jeremy Clarkson sits in wait, with the chair raised up over his head.

T.L: Clarkson is going to waffle him with that steel chair….Janus has no way to get around this one!

C.P: No fucking doubt about it, Tony, you fucking genius.

Janus finally gets back up to his feet and he swings around, THUD! The chair wraps off his skull with a sickening thud, which sends him stumbling toward Bonez. Bonez moves out of the way and Janus collapses against the apron of the ring. Clarkson moves in on him, swinging the chair again. CRACK! Janus shakes the cobwebs loose and he pushes Clarkson out of sheer anger, then extends his head outward. ”Is that all you’ve got, drone? IS THAT ALL YOU’VE GOT?!”, Janus screams in a raspy tone of voice. Clarkson shrugs slightly, while dropping the chair down. Clarkson swings at catches Janus with one hell of a haymaker to the jaw, but Janus doesn’t fall. Clarkson grabs Janus by the head, leading him around the ring in a sloppy side-headlock. They come around toward the aisle, when Janus tries to escape the clutches of Clarkson. He pulls away and grabs Clarkson by the head and tries to dart him head first into the rail. Janus swings Clarkson’s head down, but Clarkson manages to put his leg up to block the blow! Janus receives a back elbow to the gut and Clarkson manages to reverse the attempt into a shoulder throw right over the rail into the crowd. The fans quickly jump out of the way, leaving Janus to land across the front row’s set seats. Janus bends several of the steel chairs, falling directly to the floor. He curls up into a ball, clutching his neck…Meanwhile, Bonez slowly exits the ringside area, hardly noticed by anyone beside Clarkson - who gives him a slight grinning nod.

T.L: I think Janus has met his match…

C.P: Met his fucking match? Clarkson is going to kill him!

Bonez tosses a chair over to Clarkson, who then sets it up close to the rail. After he’s done with setting it up, he backs up about a good eight feet. Clarkson takes a dash toward the chair, using it as a launch pad pad, sending himself over the rail with velocity. Clarkson flies over the railing and sends a quick but devastating flying elbow drop across Janus’ chest! G-Man snickers from the inside of the ring, not even considering leaving the safe confines of that structure.

C.P: G-Man’s taking the fucking smart man’s route this time.

T.L: He is the champion and these two men are looking to take him out of action. He’s definitely looking out for his first option, being at one hundred percent for BLOOD MONEY!

Clarkson rolls over onto his back, just as Janus squirms to try and possible get up to his feet. He rolls over onto his stomach and slowly gets to his hands and feet. Clarkson sits up and turns to the side, clocking Janus upside the head with a quick right handed blow. Janus shakes it off and gets up to his feet, shortly followed by Clarkson. Clarkson tries to take another swing at Janus, but Janus ducks under and lifts Clarkson up by the waist and drops him jaw first over the guardrail. Clarkson pops back up and Janus flips him over the rail, sending him back into the ringside area. Janus hops over the railing and he goes right under the apron of the ring, pulling out a barbed-wire wrapped baseball bat. He slings the bat over the top rope into the ring, where G-Man kicks it toward the turnbuckle. Janus then turns back to Clarkson, lifting him up off the floor. Still dazed, Clarkson struggles to free himself from Janus clutch. Janus forces his knee into Clarkson’s midsection, which he follows up by throwing Jeremy Clarkson head first into the ring steps! CLANG! Janus comes back into the ring and tries to grab for the baseball bat, but G-Man steps in his way. Janus reaches out his hands and slaps the chest of G-Man with an apparent shove. G-Man winds up and returns the favor, sending Janus pretty damn close to the ropes. From behind, Clarkson reaches under the bottom rope and pulls Janus flat onto his stomach. From here, Clarkson gets back into the ring and flips his downed opponent over. Clarkson gives Janus a slap across the cheek, just before he unravels a whole world of hurt upon him with a grueling array of closed right hands to the chops! Janus has no way to block the blows, but soon his face begins to show the damage inflicted upon it. His eye quickly begins showing the signs of swelling, black and blue it becomes. Showing compassion for the man, G-Man grabs hold of Clarkson and forces him away from his defenseless opponent.

T.L: Finally, someone shows some content for a man that takes so much damage that’s almost humanly impossible!

C.P: Fuck, I’d do the same!

G-Man and Jeremy Clarkson argue until Clarkson finally grabs G-Man by the shirt and forces him back into the turnbuckle. Clarkson winds up with his right hand to clock the guest referee. But, before Clarkson has a chance to unleash the blow – Janus flips him into a school-boy roll up from behind! G-Man dives down and yells the count… ”ONE!……….TWO!”, Clarkson kicks out hard. Janus is forced away and crouches down on his hands and knees.

T.L: I think that was his last ditch effort to get ahead!

C.P: Well to tell you the fucking truth…Clarkson took the fight to him for the entire fucking bout!

Janus reaches up with his left hand to wipe some accumulated blood away from his forehead. Clarkson gets to his feet and goes right for Janus, stomping him in the side of the head! Janus flops over onto his back, proceeding to roll toward the ropes. Clarkson lets him get to the ropes and comes dashing right at him. Janus grabs onto the bottom rope in hope of pulling himself up to a vertical base. Clarkson beats Janus to the punch by snap dropkicking him under the bottom rope, beyond the apron, and finally down to the floor!

T.L: Clarkson is going to the outside, Prime. What do you think he has in store for Janus?

C.P: Well, if you wouldn’t fucking yap your mouth so quickly – you’d see that the fucking “King of Hardcore” is going under the apron!

Clarkson takes a few moments to finally return to full view from underneath the apron, thus pulling out a table! He holds the table up at waist length and tries walking over to the guardrail, but Janus grabs his boot!

T.L: Still laying on the unforgiving concrete floor, Janus manages to pause him!

Clarkson turns around and tosses the table down across Janus’ head! THUD!

T.L: That wood should be implanted in Janus’ forehead now..thanks to Clarkson!

Clarkson nudges the table with his foot to get it away from Janus’ limp body. He slowly leans over and picks up the table, dragging it along with him toward the corner of the guardrail. Clarkson lifts it up and places it between the two intersecting pieces of the guardrail, making it into a platform of some sort. Struggle can be seen coming from the likes of Janus, reaching for the apron skirt. He grabs hold of it and begins forcing himself back up to his own two feet!

C.P: He’s one tough mother fucker!

T.L: I think he should just stay down, he’s gone through enough punishment!

Clarkson gets a running start, stopping the built up momentum of Janus with a running lariat. Janus falls almost limply over, but he manages to keep himself up by use of the ropes. He struggles to hold on, but Clarkson ruthlessly leads him away from the ring and over toward the table he had just set up. Clarkson gains a bit of speed, lobbing Janus on top of the table. Clarkson takes a moment to get some air, just before he also climbs up on top of the table with Janus. Janus rolls over and Clarkson gets up on him from behind, throwing several hook punches across his face. The camera zooms in on Janus’ mouth, which is now bright red from being busted open from inside. As the camera zooms out, Clarkson pulls Janus up and he turns him around. The table now begins to bend, but this is no deterrent for Clarkson. Clarkson uses the tip of his boot to double Janus over and he hooks him around the waist. Clarkson lifts up on Janus’ waist, forcing Janus to vomit up bile downward onto Clarkson’s boots. Clarkson shrugs just before he drives Janus head first through the table and down to the floor with a piledriver.

T.L: What a heartless bastard!

C.P: Janus has said before that he’ll have to be killed before he’ll stop fighting! BY FUCKING GOD, I THINK CLARKSON JUST DID IT!

After a few minutes, Clarkson starts to regain his senses – being dazed after the maneuver he just had, slightly dinging his head off the rail in the process. He waits for a minute to catch his breath again, to see if Janus will actually have enough gull to try and get back up. To no avail, Janus starts pulling at Clarkson’s boot to get back up again. Clarkson grabs him by the hair and hoists him up over his shoulder. Clarkson steps forward with a stumble, taking one step at a time toward the apron. He finally makes it over, throwing Janus down onto the apron, where he rolls him back into the ring. G-Man comes down and checks in with Janus, but Janus weakly slaps his hand at G-Man to get away. Clarkson dives into the ring and goes right for the barbed-wire bat that Janus had brought into the ring earlier. He picks up the bat and takes a few practice swings, while G-Man tries to help Janus back up to his feet. Clarkson makes his move on the men, seeing now that G-Man has taken his attention away from him. Clarkson winds up with the bat and takes a huge step forward. He’s going to take a shot when he has one…..

T.L: Clarkson is actually going to try and take out the referee….he’s going to take out his future opponent…the world champion!

C.P: Fuck, man……he’ll kill him! No fucking way!

Clarkson takes a swing the with the barbed-wire laced baseball bat, aiming for G-Man! G-Man turns and sees Clarkson swinging the baseball bat. THUD! G-Man just barely ducks out of the way…just in the nick of time! But, the bat connected with something alright, the side of Janus’ skull! Janus starts to fall and coincidentally the bat comes with him, due to the barbed-wire being caught in his long, snarled hair! He falls to the mat in a heap, matter of fact like a ton of bricks – to be exact.

T.L: Oh…..my….

C.P: HOME FUCKING RUN!

The camera zooms in on Janus’ face, revealing a tide of blood gushing from the side of Janus’ skull. The fans erupt in a chant of, ”JANUS! JANUS!”. Janus struggles to get up, but when he finally uses his arms to pull his upper body up from the canvas, blood begins dripping to the mat like pellets of rain. His arms become too weak and he drops back down to the mat. G-Man steps in Clarkson’s way to keep him from attacking Janus, because of the state that Janus is currently in. Clarkson viciously pushes G-Man to the side and goes over to Janus. He nudges him with the tip of his wrestling boot, then he points down and laughs. ”This is supposed to be the guy that’s going to stop me dead in my fucking tracks? Look at this sorry sack of shit. The end is now.”, Clarkson shouts. G-Man grabs him from behind, but Clarkson turns around and pushes him away, then extends his finger out toward him. ”You better just make the count so you can go shine that belt up, buddy. It’s coming home real soon.”, Clarkson utters from his vocal chords. G-Man shows anger in his eyes, but he doesn’t go after Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson for the comments, showing that he is willing to wait to get his hands on his arch-enemy.

T.L: Let’s just hope this ends soon, it’s gone on far too long already!

C.P: You’re fuckin’ telling me?

Jeremy Clarkson leans over and grabs hold of a large chunk of Janus’ hair, trying to pull him up. Janus can now barely move by himself, bleeding so profusely that he may not be able to continue. G-Man watches on as Clarkson struggles, but manages to lift Janus up off the mat finally. Within seconds, Clarkson lifts Janus’ body up off the mat, forcing him into position. Clarkson laughs as he drives Janus’ skull onto the barbed-wire covered bat with the “Final Judgement”! Clarkson releases Janus’ waist, letting him flop lifelessly over onto the mat, finally halting on his back. Clarkson, still on his knees, pulls the barbed-wire bat away from Janus’ head. Leading way for the pin, which G-Man hesitantly counts. ”ONE!……………..TWO!….”. G-Man hesitates, hoping that Janus will find one ounce of strength to kick out and bring the fight back go Clarkson, but all hope is now lost. ”THREE!”, the final word has been uttered. G-Man viciously pulls Clarkson up off of Janus and drags him toward the ropes. G-Man winds up and cracks Clarkson across the teeth. Clarkson fires back with one of his own and he manages to grab G-Man’s jersey, pushing him into the corner. Out of the corner of his eye, G-Man sees Bonez rushing down to the ring with a bag in hand. G-Man pushes Clarkson back a few feet and sends a swift low dropkick to his knee. G-Man then rolls under the bottom rope and observes the scene from the outside. Bonez is now in the ring and he runs like hell toward the ropes and jumps onto the middle rope and leans over toward G-Man. ”FUCK YOU, COWARD!”, belts out of Bonez’ vocal chords, just before he releases a large amount of spit in G-Man’s face. G-Man flips him off and walks off toward the backstage area, waving it off like it had never happened. Clarkson pulls Bonez away from the ropes and Bonez immediately hands over the black bag. Jeremy Clarkson reaches into the bag, pulling out a silver object.

C.P: OH FUCK NO!

T.L: That’s a staple gun and this doesn’t look pretty at all.

C.P: Fucking a…

Bonez makes his way over to Janus, lifting him up into a sitting position in which he holds him there for Clarkson. Clarkson continues to reach into the bag, pulling out a handful of one hundred dollar bills. Slowly, Clarkson makes his way over and he proceeds to throw several of the bills in Janus’ direction. He then places two of the bills directly over each of Janus’ eyes. The accumulation of blood holds the bills in place, but he deems it necessary to better hold them with staples. He reaches the staple gun to Janus’ bloody forehead, violently pulling the trigger. The fans erupt in a chorus of booing, showing their dislike for the two men that they had once admired. Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson places the last “nails in the coffin” so to say.

T.L: This is uncalled for……

C.P: Uncalled for? This is fucking sick!

Clarkson continues to display Janus like a prize deer he had just claimed on the hunting grounds. The one hundred dollar bills are now consumed entirely by blood, still hanging from his tender flesh by the staples that had been injected forcefully. The camera pans over to the right, catching a glimpse of Faust standing just a few feet beyond the curtain. He can be seen clapping with a smile on his face, when out of nowhere he is tackled to the steel grating of the entrance ramp.

T.L: THAT’S MARIO C!

Mario C flips Faust over and gets up to his feet, leaning over Faust. He grabs Faust by the dreadlocks and lifts his head up closer to him, then unleashes one hell of a slap. Faust tries to free himself, but Mario C just backs away and points at him. Faust gets back up to his feet and is about to run full force at Mario C, but the JAZZ and AWOL show their presence directly behind their boss. Faust points back at them, ”That’s the fucking worst mistake you’ve ever made in your goddamn life. “.

T.L: We’re out of time now, folks! We’ll catch you at the pay per view.

C.P: Be sure to order Blood Money live on pay per view!