Through the vale of peace, tears the numbing trail of violence. Tonight, Liberation Television will bring you the brutal path toward the Ultimate Hardcore Cup 2: Survival of the Sickest. Many competitors from this federation ready themselves this week for the sadistic and monumental tournament. This week on Liberation Television, hardcore gets kicked up another notch. The standards of brutality are known to these men who call UWWF: Liberation their home, but will they survive the Ultimate Hardcore Cup? We will all have to wait and see in the broadcasts to come. But for now we are left with this week's definition of "hardcore wrestling"!

Clips from last weeks broadcast flicker over the screen with "The Day Earth Caught Fire" by The Misfits acting as our soundtrack of last week's brutal remains. After several minutes of previously recorded footage, the scene cuts to the inner sanctum of Viking Hall!

The camera pans over the screaming flock of delirious Liberation followers, bringing us to a view of the entrance ramp, where the spotlights are dimming into a low level facing the aisle. To the right of the entrance ramp, two figures sit in the shadows. The camera zooms in, but the darkness still reveals the same two black figures without any characteristics to point out whom these figures are. Finally, the camera view switches to the balcony of Viking Hall, presenting us with the two best commentator's in professional wrestling, Cody "Mother Fuckin" Prime and the man that calls it right down the fucking middle, Tony Lockton. Tony points to the figures, seeming quite questionable about their eerie presence among the shadows. Cody shrugs slightly, as he tosses a crushed beer can over the side of the balcony into the sea of fans below. Tony turns his head toward the camera and adjusts his suit jacket, as Cody grins with his blood shot eyes darting in the view of the camera.

T.L: I welcome you to Liberation Television. Long time viewers and those of you whom have just joined us, we have a great show in line for you.

Cody raises his arms in the air.

C.P: [burp] Fuckin' right. We've got beer, we've got..titties…we've got violence. What more could you ask for?

T.L: I sometimes question your mental capacity.

C.P: Don't analyze my shit, Tony. You've got that queer eye swangin' again, don't ya?

T.L: Cody, if I understood a single word that you just uttered, I might be able to decipher and disprove your intangible remarks.

C.P: Hold up a damn second, mofo. Can you repeat yourself, 'cause I didn't understand a good goddamn thing that you just spit out of that fat mouth of yours.

T.L: [pointing to the side with this thumb in Cody's direction] I think someone's had a bit too much whiskey tonight, folks. I apologize and I will present you with the first match of the night.

C.P: Tony Lockton, a mistake only a condom could have prevented.

T.L: Ahem, please…I beg of you, cut to the ring.

BTB "Barren Earth" stands in the center of the ring with his tag-team partner, Whiplash. The two stand their ground as Sean Todd Wilde is making his way down to the ring, his music is drown out by a wide variety of cheers and signs of dislike from the fans. Several of the fans recognize Sean Todd Wilde from another organization, who also held such talent as Nightmare, Dante, and Mortiis Mangus. Wilde zig-zags down the aisle, avoiding garbage that is being thrown in his path. Wilde soon enters the ring, as the referee tries to negotiate with Whiplash, but he ends up ordering Whiplash to leave the ring before a mandatory five count which would result in a disqualification for BTB. Whiplash waits for the referee to begin counting, before he finally goes to the outside and props himself up against the apron. The referee checks both men for foreign objects, a strange call especially being in a UWWF ring.

T.L: I'm surprised here, Cody, the referee is actually going by the book!

C.P: Someone needs to fuckin' fire that guy, 'cause if he does that to Clarkson, consider him fuckin' dead!

The bell sounds, as the two newcomers circle the outside of the ring, slowly moving in on one another. BTB breaks the circle by rushing in at Wilde, who ducks a closeline attempt. BTB turns around and Wilde catches him with a right forearm to the side of the head, staggering BTB slightly.

The crowd draws their attention to the entrance ramp, as the two combatants still put out their best efforts inside the squared circle. The curtain flies open, bringing forth the likes of the Apocalypse of Wrestling Britton is the first to make his way toward the ring, as the other three converse at the top of the ramp. Britton hits the ring seconds later, rushing toward the two men that are grappling in the center of the ring. With a quick jolt, Britton runs toward both men, knocking them to the canvas with a huge shoulder tackle. Britton pulls Sean Todd Wilde up to his feet and grabs him by the throat, dragging him toward the turnbuckle. With a shove, Britton forces Wilde against the buckle, lashing out at him with a series of stiff kicks to the midsection. Wilde starts to fall, as Clarkson and Denison enter the ring. BTB and Whiplash go after Clarkson and Denison and all four men begin swinging wildly at one another. Clarkson blocks a punch from BTB with his forearm, blasting him in the midsection with a stiff boot. Clarkson grabs the back of BTB's head with his left hand and starts smashing his forearm across his shoulder blades with the other. Meanwhile, Denison throttles Whiplash with several stiff right haymakers to the jaw, stumbling him toward the ropes. Whiplash falls into the ropes with a dazed look on his face, but not for long! Denison charges at Whiplash and takes him over the top rope with a closeline. Clarkson grabs BTB by the small of the neck and the back of his shirt, slinging him through the ropes. Britton has Wilde down on the canvas, so he grabs onto the ropes with both hands and places his feet near Wilde's ribs. Britton uses the ropes for leverage, as he pushes Wilde onto the apron. Britton backs up slightly and sends Sean Todd Wilde to the floor with a baseball slide to the shoulder. Maddog makes his way up the ring stairs with a microphone in hand, leaning through the top and middle rope to enter the ring. He walks toward his partners, laughing slightly, as they soon return a chuckle back.

T.L: The Apocalypse of Wrestling put this match on standby, folks.

Maddog holds the microphone steadily in his hand, before he lifts it up to speak.

Maddog: We figured this match needed a little excitement. Well, there was more than excitement, folks. A better explanation for it would be pure, unadulterated perfection! Right, Clarkson?

Clarkson smirks, as he nods his head with approval.

Maddog: Folks, you've got to understand where I'm coming from. I'm the leader and founder of this federation,, which means decisions have to be made to make this little world of ours a better place. Some people take this federation for a joke, from what it seems as of late. Well, the times are about to change, people. Now, I didn't just come out here to blabber on about the so-called superstars of this federation. The Apocalypse of Wrestling came out here to send out a little message to all of those competing in the second annual Ultimate Hardcore Cup.

The crowd rumbles with excitement, as Maddog utters the name of the most violent and vile tournament to grace professional wrestling.

Maddog: All of you sorry mother fuckers that are competing in the first round next week, listen up the fuck up!

The crowd hushes to hear the words of Liberation's president.

Maddog: If you look to my right, you can all see the man of this federation. The "King of Hardcore", the Ultimate heavyweight champion, one-half of the Brass Knuckles Tag Team champions, and the reigning Ultimate Hardcore Cup champion; Jeremy "Repent" Clarkson! This man has proven time and time again that he is the most hardcore man to ever walk through the doors of the Ultimate World Wrestling Federation, with an exception of myself that is. [chuckle]

Maddog and Clarkson look at one another, laughing between themselves.

Maddog: No disrespect to you, Denison, together we stand united as the most violent faction ever seen around these parts. Now back to the subject on hand…When the clock finally counts down to the opening round of the Ultimate Hardcore Cup, I suggest that each and every one of you observe the biggest threat to your existence, Jeremy Clarkson. You'll have to kill this man in order to step by him in this tournament, which is very unlikely for you pitiful fucking rejects. Don't forget about Denison, folks, because he's on the bracket as well. Two out of the four members of the Apocalypse of Wrestling are coming out to destroy, dismantle, and dismember anyone or anything that steps in their path. To you all of the victims in this tournament, I have my fingers crossed for you. I wish you all luck and let the blood spill!

Maddog tosses the microphone down to the canvas, as he heads toward his three associates. After a few minutes, the Apocalypse of Wrestling make their way down the aisle, exiting the ringside area.

C.P: He be tellin' the straight up truth, Ton.

T.L: We'll just have to see about that during next week's first round bouts, won't we?

C.P: Well, I fucking guess, Tony. Ya don't have to rain on my parade, mother fucker. By the way, you might want to pull that fuckin' stick outta your ass.

T.L: I apologize for sounding a bit uptight, Cody. It's hectic around the offices lately.

C.P: I didn't ask for yer fuckin' life story, Ton…damn.

T.L: Up next, here at Liberation we are continuing our second week of hardcore bouts. A special challenge emerged just a week ago from the "Painted Princess of Hell" Jestina to the big man known to you all as, Titan!

C.P: Looks like this lil' bitch is goin' to get rizaped!

T.L: Inappropriate comment, Cody. Seriously, what's the matter with you? Mild brain damage?

C.P: It's called the theory of crunk-o-nomics, bitch!

The scene fades from our friendly commentator's to a short clip, displaying the several confrontations between Mr. E, Jestina, and Titan. When the clip ends, we are directed back to the ring, where both of our competitors are waiting. Jestina starts circling the ring, inches away from the ropes, as Titan scans his eyes over her without moving his feet from their planted position in the center of the ring. Jestina glances over at the corners of the ring, two outfitted with beds of broken glass and the other two buckles have the beds of nails leaning against them. The referee stands back, making damn sure that he won't become one of the casualties in this bout, as he calls for the bell.

Jestina doesn't waste any time, as she charges at Titan with full force! Titan lunges forward with a mighty swing of his arm, but Jestina ducks under and runs toward the far ropes, narrowly avoiding a possible decapitation!

T.L: It's a good thing Jestina ducked that blow!

C.P: Ducked who? Blew what? Or was it the other way around?

Jestina hits the ropes and bursts back in Titan's direction with velocity. Titan holds his place, but seemingly out of nowhere she somersaults forward and connects with a dropkick that hits Titan directly in the chest! Titan staggers backward, as Jestina reaches her feet with quickness. Jestina moves in, grabbing Titan by the arm to pull him forward. Using brute strength, Titan pulls Jestina forward and sends his shoulder smashing into hers! Jestina falls flat across her back on the canvas, leading Titan to lean over and pull her back up to her feet. Titan grabs Jestina by the wrist and tries to take her to the mat with a short-arm closeline, but she ducks under and sweeps around, knocking Titan to his back with a sweeping kick to the back of the knees.

T.L: You've got to give her a lot of credit. What a fighter!

C.P: Could become any more of a fucking lame-ass? Seriously, Ton.

The screen splits, showing the action in the ring on one side and the entrance ramp on the other. The entrance curtain flies open, as Acid bursts through, revealing to us all that this attack has been premeditated.

C.P: With the help of his pimp, Mario C., Acid gains a time slot on Liberation Television! What a fucking sad way to hype up of your associates.

Acid makes his way toward the ringside area, rounding the side of the ring to pick up a steel chair. Giving himself time to fold up the chair, Acid slides underneath the bottom rope. Jestina sits Titan upright, connecting with a series of buzzsaw kicks! "Hey bitch!", Acid yells in a mocking manner to gain Jestina's attention. She turns around just in time to meet a swift blow to the top of the head with the steel chair care of Acid! Titan starts back up to his feet, but Acid is quick to swing the chair again, this time nailing Titan with it! Titan staggers toward the turnbuckle, while Acid continues to pursue him. Acid lifts the chair up and starts to swing it down, but Titan nails him with a kick to the gut. Acid lowers the chair and Titan grabs him by the head and runs him head first into the bed of nails! The chair drops limply out of Acid's hand, as he collides face first with the eight inch spikes! Acid staggers back into the clutches of Titan, who tries again to bash his future opponent's face against the nails. Acid puts his leg up and plants the bottom of his foot against the nails, thrusting his left elbow back. Acid's elbow cracks Titan across the ribs, giving him an opportunity to escape the madman's clutch. Acid turns Titan around and blasts him with a series of rights and lefts to the jaw.

Jestina is back on her feet, glancing toward the entry-way, where "The Juggernaut" Mr. E is approaching in a fairly quick manner for his size. Jestina waits for Mr. E to reach up and grab the ropes to pull himself onto the apron, before she rushes over and grabs hold of the steel chair that Acid had dropped previously. Mr. E slowly steps in the direction of Titan and Acid, peering at the two men before him. The hockey mask of Mr. E's becomes visible to Acid over Titan's shoulder, which startles him slightly. Acid shoves Titan back against Mr. E, who stands unmoving - like a brick wall! Titan turns around and Mr. E unleashes his fury, grabbing Titan by the throat. Mr. E grips the throat and pushes forward with force! Meanwhile, while Acid tried to escape the wraith of Mr. E, Jestina returns his previous favor, nailing him across the top of the head with a stiff chairshot!

T.L: This doesn't look good, I'm going to turn my head now.

C.P: You weak-ass bitch.

Mr. E thrusts forward, forcing Titan to slam his back against one of the nail laden planks of wood in the turnbuckle! "Humphh!", the sound of air being forced out of Titan's lungs his heard, as he hits the bed of nails and falls to his knees. Jestina pulls Acid up to his knees one with hand, then she lifts the steel chair up to her waist, driving the edge of the chair against Acid's forehead.

With the rest of the chaos escalating right before the fans' eyes, another equation is added to this situation! The curtain opens and out comes Sean Van X carrying a barbed-wire wrapped ladder over his head. Nobody inside of the ring, besides the referee, notice Van X near the apron. Near to the ropes, Jestina grabs Acid by the arm and whips him into the ropes, being hit with an unexpected barbed-wire wrapped ladder to the back of the head! CLANG!

C.P: Sean Van X just threw that fucking ladder at Acid! Mint!

T.L: That could have caused serious injury, Cody.

C.P: And a bed of fucking nails is any fuckin' safer?

The ladder falls back to the outside, forcing Acid to fall forward. Jestina climbs to the top rope, leaping off the top toward Acid! Acid puts his hands up, but it doesn't help him one bit, when Jestina locks her legs around his head and connects with a hurricanrana! Sean Van X picks the ladder back up and sends it sliding underneath the bottom rope. Entering the ring, Van X picks up the ladder and runs at Mr. E, smashing the ladder off the back of his head! Mr. E leans forward, leaving him open to get clipped with an upper-cut to the jaw from Titan. Mr. E falls to one knee, as Titan staggers to his feet. Van X lunges forward with the ladder, nailing Titan across the middle of his forehead! THUD! Titan staggers forward, as Van X sets the ladder up a few feet away. With out any hesitation, Van X gives Titan a swift boot to the gut, which he follows up with a front face-lock. Sean Van X grabs onto Titan's leg and sends him to the canvas with a snap-suplex! After the suplex, Van X rushes over to the ladder and quickly scrambles up the rungs toward the top. Van X looks down at Titan for a brief second, then takes a leap off the top, pumping his body in mid-air. Van X comes crashing down across Titan's chest with a picture perfect frog splash! Sean Van X is quick to get back up to his feet, favoring his ribs and stomach slightly after the high risk maneuver on Titan. Sean Van X hears feet stomping his way, so he turns and sees Jestina coming at him with the steel chair! Van X's shows quick reflexes, dropping down and to the side, hooking his legs around Jestina's! THUD! Jestina falls face first to the mat, landing face first on the steel chair, as a result of the drop-toe hold from Sean Van X! Van X starts up to his hands and knees, but he hits the canvas in a heap, after Acid nails him with an elbow-drop to the back of the head! Acid reaches down and pulls Van X up to his feet and drags him toward the turnbuckle, where the bed of broken glass awaits them. Acid hooks Sean Van X by the head in somewhat of a side headlock, changing his slow staggered steps into a full force sprint. A few feet away from the bed of glass, Acid jumps in the air in an attempt to send Sean Van X face first into the broken glass with a bulldog! Just as Acid is about to come down to force Van X forward, Van X pulls his head out of Acid's grip! Acid flies forward and lands on the board covered in shards of glass, lifting his head up with an immediate groan of pain. Mr. E is back up to his feet and full of uncontainable rage! He brushes past the ladder and goes right for Van X. He grabs Van X from behind and forces him toward the ropes, flinging him over the top rope with anger.

T.L: All hell has now broken loose, folks.

The brawl escalates to the outside, bringing all of the men and the one seriously deranged woman out into the ringside area. The brawl continues for several more minutes until the UWWF uniformed officials storm into action, trying to separate the three men that have been entered into the Ultimate Hardcore Cup 2: Survival of the Sickest and the "Painted Princess of Hell". Titan rams the two officials, assigned to him, to floor and rushes toward Acid, who is being restrained by two security guards. Titan thrusts his arms up, placing his palms on the chests of two officials, pushing them backward. Six uniform-clad police officers use as much force as necessary to subdue Mr. E, using various techniques to finally drag him away from the situation. Jestina has now met the same fate as her ally, hog-tied with plastic zip-ties! Her wrists and ankles are now bound together with the plastic zip-ties, allowing four men to carry her away from the ringside area without any worry of physical harm. Titan grabs one of the guards from behind and hurls him to the ground, taking a shot at Acid. Titan nails Acid in the side of the head, staggering him into the arms of the guard. Titan runs toward both men, taking them down with a single, stiff lariat! Titan leans over and pulls Acid up by the hair and slams him upside the head with several closed fists! He winds up to devastate Acid with one final blow, but before he can swing, several security guards pull him away from Acid. Acid gets a chance to take a swing at Titan, but misses slightly, revealing an irate expression on his face, as the security guards restrain Titan and himself. Sean Van X weaves around several security guards and slides under the bottom rope and rushes at the ladder!

T.L: What is Van X doing?

C.P: It looks like Van X is going to fly away on his barbed-wire wrapped ladder, Tony. See, man, you leave yourself open to criticism after your stupid ass comments.

Van X doesn't bother folding the ladder up before he picks it up, moving it to an approximate three feet away from the ropes. He climbs up the ladder, while Titan and Acid push the guards forward, nearing each other once again. Titan shoves his way through the guards, who finally discontinue their struggle with him. Titan plows through the guards and grabs hold of Acid's head over the shoulder of one of the guards, then he starts throwing several punches aimed at anyone who dare get in the way. The camera pans up to Van X, who is perched up at the top of the ladder, peering down at the brawl from his aerial view. Sean Van X finally stands fully upright, thrusting his arms into the air to the approval of the fans. Van X dives down off the ladder like an arrow, plowing down everyone in the closest proximity to Acid and Titan, but not excluding them. Acid, Sean Van X, Titan, and several security guards hit the floor in a giant heap, looking like a mosh-pit gone seriously wrong. After this final brisk with one another, the situation clears up, as each of the men involved in the wild brawl are escorted toward the backstage area.

C.P: If you think that's some crazy shit, just wait 'til the Hardcore Cup gets underway, fucka.

T.L: I'm scared to even be in the same building as these maniacs competing in the Ultimate Hardcore Cup. Nobody is safe in this arena, folks. The Ultimate Hardcore Cup has brought out the insanity of nearly every Liberation superstar.

C.P: Right, Ton, sure. Maddog and Denison are up next, fucker. So what the fuck are you blabbering on about!

T.L: A match that will signify Shocker's last stand in the confines of UWWF: Liberation. This should be a classic confrontation.

C.P: Classic? Fuck that, it's going to be murder.

T.L: Viewers, you make the choice as you witness our next match!

Shocker and Black Rain make their way down to the ring and the fans show their appreciation toward these two men. Various fans hold up signs reading, “We’ll miss you, Shocker!” and various others showing that his short time in the UWWF struck them one way or another. The tag-team members enter the ring, just as “The Empire Strikes First” by Bad Religion cranks up over the p.a. system, as the two members from the Apocalypse of Wrestling burst out through the curtain. Game faces on, Denison and Maddog make their way down the aisle, staring straight at the ring. The two reach the apron and turn to one another to exchange a brief mission statement, before they hit the ring. Upon reaching the ring, Maddog and Denison rush straight for their opponents. Black Rain and Shocker make a move, as well. Both teams meet halfway, exchanging a barrage of closed fists. Denison and Shocker slug it out, while Black Rain and Maddog tussle into the turnbuckle. Black Rain pushes Maddog against the buckle and blasts him with several closed rights to the chin, but Maddog quickly thrusts his arms up and reverses the situation. Maddog swings his left arm with authority, but Black Rain blocks the blow with his arm! Rain pushes Maddog back, nailing him in the midsection with a swift kick. Maddog huddles over, but Black Rain continues his onslaught of punches to the side of Maddog’s head. Shocker ducks low after Denison pops him in the chin, hooking him around the waist and plowing him toward the ropes. Denison stumbles slightly and Shocker rams him back first against the canvas, but after falling to his back Denison manages to hook on a front face-lock. Denison wraps his legs around Shocker’s body and wrenches in on the face-lock, starting a guillotine style choke. Shocker swings his right arm back and sends his knuckles across Denison’s ribs, but the impact only lures Denison to clutch the hold in tighter. Finally, the referee decides to call for the bell!

The match officially starts with the call of the bell, but the match has already begun! Rain pulls Maddog close to the ropes and sends him barreling to the outside, following him to the outside. Maddog staggers toward the aisle, but Rain quickly grabs him by the dreadlocks from behind and sends him head first into the railing! The camera shifts to the right, seeing the same shadowy figures near the top of the ramp.

T.L: Who are they?

C.P: Maddog and Black Rain, you fucking idiot.

T.L: No, by the entrance, Cody. They were there when we started the show, yet nobody has been able to pin-point who they are.

C.P: Lay off the fuckin’ drugs, Ton.

T.L: And you should talk?

The camera moves back over to the action inside the ring, where Denison and Shocker are back up to their feet. Denison has sent Shocker into the ropes with an irish-whip, but Shocker avoids any contact with a leap frog over Denison. He comes back off the ropes and Denison drops down, allowing Shocker to hit the ropes once again. As Shocker comes off the ropes the second time, Denison runs at him with full force. Denison swings his arm out for a closeline, but Shocker jumps up and latches onto Denison’s head with a swinging motion, nailing him with a swinging d-d-t! Shocker tries to make the cover, but Denison kicks out before the referee even has a chance to make even a one count. Shocker tugs at Denison’s head, pulling him up to a standing position, then scoops him up. Shocker swings Denison and jumps slightly as he takes Denison to the mat with the scoop-slam, following up with an elbow drop to the chest. Shocker kneels down and belts Denison across the face with his right fist several times. Shocker goes for the cover, ONE……TWO…. Denison raises his shoulder up, which brings Shocker into an almost irate state of mind. He pulls Denison up, but Denison nails him with a knee to the gut to subdue him for a few seconds to catch his breath. Denison grabs onto Shocker’s head and pulls him toward the turnbuckle, sending him in a with a turnbuckle smash. Denison turns Shocker around and wedges him up against the buckle, as he steps up onto the middle rope. Holding Shocker’s head back with one hand, Denison starts throwing punches and as a surprise the crowd counts along with the punches. As he nails the fifth punch of the series, Shocker wraps his arms around Denison’s waist and moves his upper body around Denison’s side. Lifting Denison up over his shoulder, Shocker takes a step forward and sends Denison to the canvas with a spine-buster!

On the outside of the ring, Maddog has taken control of Black Rain after nailing Rain with a low blow. Maddog holds onto Rain’s head with both hands and brings him to his knees with a vicious headbutt, that seems to have knocked Maddog a bit silly as well. Maddog shakes the cobwebs loose, then starts punching at Black Rain’s forehead. After a few punches, Maddog pulls Rain back up and slams him head first against the railing. The fans back away, as Maddog forces Black Rain against the rail, proceeding to reach over the rail to pick up a steel chair. He folds the chair up and swings it down across Rain’s head. Black Rain staggers to the side, as Maddog follows him and bashes the chair across his head again!

T.L: It looks like someone in the front row has just lost their seat.

C.P: Ha. Ha. You could be a fuckin’ comedian, Ton. [sarcasm] You could tour the country with Carrot Top, maybe you could get laid for the first time in your life.

Inside the ring, Shocker has Denison on his back again, stomping him across the chest. Shocker pulls Denison up and slaps him in a side-headlock, wrenching in on it tightly. Shocker grinds the headlock in tightly, but it doesn’t stop Denison from trying to break the hold with a heavy shove. The shove shows enough force to let Denison slip his head out and send Shocker into the ropes. Shocker comes off the far ropes and Denison knocks him flat across the canvas with a shoulder-block. Without any hesitation, Denison makes his way over to the ropes and exits the ring. He flips up the apron cover and digs underneath the ring for several seconds. Soon, Maddog drags Black Rain around the corner, seeing Denison a few feet away. Denison pulls out a table and quickly places it on the apron, turning his attention to his partner and Black Rain. Maddog shoves Rain in Denison’s direction, hoping to let Denison give Black Rain a taste of his style of pain. But when Rain trudges forward, he manages to throw a haymaker and connects with Denison’s cheek! Denison steps back after the blow, as Rain tries to further the damage. But, Maddog stalls any of Black Rain’s hopes with a closeline from behind, knocking him against the concrete floor. Maddog tries to pull Black Rain back up, but Shocker comes through the ropes and jumps off the apron with a double-axe handle to Maddog’s back, sending himself and Maddog to the floor. Shocker slowly rises back up, as Maddog rolls over onto his stomach. After getting to his feet, Shocker steps in and boots Maddog in the ribs before he pulls him up. With a quick thrust, Shocker bashes Maddog’s head against the table on the apron, pulling him toward the side of the table to roll him back into the ring.

T.L: A tag-team match? No, this is an all out brawl.

C.P: What the fuck did you expect, Ton? Did you expect pony rides and fuckin’ cotton candy? Shit, this is the UWWF! We’re known for this shit!

T.L: Sadly, I know that all too well.

Shocker grabs a chair and folds it up, while he waits for Denison to get turn around. Denison turns around and sees Shocker with the chair and he runs straight at him. Before Shocker has a chance to swing the chair, Denison sends his fist against the middle of the seat, which knocks it against Shocker’s face! Denison pulls the chair out of Shocker’s hands and lifts it up above his head and tries to swing, but Black Rain grabs onto his ankle and pulls. Denison swings and hits the floor, as he is pulled back. He turns his body and lifts his free leg, nailing Rain in the top of the head with a stiff boot. Denison tries to lift the chair again, but Shocker has recovered. Shocker blasts Denison in the side of the head, as the camera sees Maddog on the top rope!

T.L: Back in his prime, Maddog used to perform moonsaults off the top rope. Do you think he’d actually do it now though?

C.P: He’s crazy, Ton, how the fuck should I know?

Maddog hesitates for a few seconds, waiting for his opportunity to cause some serious damage. Denison sees his ally on the top rope, so he lunges at Shocker’s waist and forces him backward. Denison grabs onto the back of Shocker’s legs and levels him with a double-leg takedown. Denison rolls out of the way, while Maddog takes his leap from the top rope! Maddog swings his elbow out, but just before he is close to connecting with Shocker’s chest, he moves! Maddog lands on his elbow and side, letting out a groan of pain.

C.P: Fuck!

T.L: That could have lead to a fracture or some injury.

Maddog rolls onto his back and places his left hand on the tip of his elbow, wincing slightly, as his elbow starts to weep crimson. He reaches into the pocket of his cut-off jean shorts and pulls out a roll of tape, unwinding it quickly. Within seconds, Maddog his elbow taped up and is ready to get back up to his feet. Black Rain grabs onto his arm and yanks him up to his feet and throws him into the ring. Denison grabs him from behind, but Black Rain blasts him with a back elbow to the chest. He turns around and levels Denison with a roaring elbow to the chin. Denison falls onto his tailbone, as Shocker and Black Rain rush into the ring. Black Rain makes his way over to the ropes and picks up the table and brings it over toward the corner. He flips the legs out and sets the table up, as Shocker grabs Maddog by the dreadlocks and forces him up to his feet then turns him around. Shocker goes low and picks Maddog up onto his shoulders, similar to the set-up for The Legion of Doom’s Doomsday Device. Black Rain climbs the turnbuckle and stands up fully, waiting for Shocker to slowly step over toward the turnbuckle. Shocker brings Maddog directly toward the turnbuckle, as Black Rain reaches out and hooks Maddog around the head. Black Rain jumps off and turns his body, swinging Maddog off of Shocker’s shoulders. The force of Black Rain’s swing brings them out far enough to come crashing down across the middle of the table! The table shatters into pieces, bringing both men down into a collision with the mat.

T.L: This match is over!

C.P: Fuck! No! It can’t be!

Shocker makes his way over and helps pull his partner away from the rubble, seeing if he is okay. He sees that Black Rain is only slightly dazed, so he jumps down to cover Maddog. ONE….TWO… THUD! Denison breaks up the count, seemingly out of nowhere, with one vicious chairshot to Shocker’s back! Denison grabs Shocker by the head and pulls him up, kicking him in the gut to keep him dazed. Denison raises the chair up and smacks it against Shocker’s back! THUD! Shocker stays on his feet, but Denison clears up that situation with yet another chairshot. This time, Shocker falls to the mat. Denison steps a few feet away, unfolding the chair to place it in the center of the ring. Justin “The Real Deal” Denison goes over to Black Rain and pulls him up off the mat and whips him into the ropes. When Black Rain approaches he jumps up to try his luck at sending Rain down across the chair with a jumping d-d-t. He manages to hook Rain around the neck, but Black Rain holds him up in the air! Rain lifts up him up a bit higher, turns in a circle, and finally drops back to send Denison’s jaw across the seat of the chair with a flap-jack type maneuver!

T.L: That must have taken a lot out of both men, it seems exhaustion has set in with everyone involved.

C.P: Hell, I’d be tired. I get tired after lifting a few beers, but damn…

A stall in action follows the sequence of brawling, giving the competitors a chance to catch a quick breather and gain some much needed energy. Maddog slowly rises to his feet, but Black Rain isn’t far behind. Black Rain looks up to see Maddog, answering with a quick dash in his direction. Rain thrusts his arm out, but Maddog ducks and grabs hold of Black Rain’s arm and ducks under, catching him with a quick arm-wringer. He holds on, while he takes a deep breath.

T.L: Maddog has caught his second wind!

Maddog wrenches the arm-wringer in tightly. Denison pulls himself up with a slight limp, making his way over to Maddog and Black Rain. As Maddog pulls Rain’s arm out, Denison adds a stiff elbow to Black Rain’s shoulder socket. Maddog releases the arm-wringer, as Denison grabs a hold Black Rain’s wrist and holds onto the wringer. Denison winds up with his elbow again and drops it across Black Rain’s shoulder, yet again. Rain drops down to his knees, as Denison pulls his head back, only to unleash a fury of stealth blows the middle of his forehead. Maddog staggers dizzily toward the center of the ring, where the dented steel chair still sits. Maddog folds up the steel chair and rushes back into the ring with full force. Shocker bursts out of the corner and levels Denison with a closeline from behind, but he doesn’t see Maddog approaching from him from behind. Maddog swings the steel chair up and back down, slapping the seat of the chair down across the back of Shocker’s head! Shocker staggers sideways, then turns around. Maddog lifts the chair up again, THUD! Shocker drops the canvas in a heap. Black Rain grabs onto Maddog’s leg, which brings his attention to him. Maddog swings the chair as hard as he can at the awkward angle, clipping the seat down across Black Rain’s cranium! Shocker pulls himself back up…

T.L: Shocker is back up, folks. It looks like those chairshots aren’t going to keep him down!

Shocker slowly approaches Maddog, who turns around and drops the chair. He puts his hands back, ”Oh, so you want some more, mother fucker? I’ll give you one free shot, bitch!” Maddog steps toward Shocker, putting his arms behind his back and clasping his fingers together tightly. He sticks his head forward, as Shocker lifts his right fist and looks down at it, as he bawls his fist up. With a wind-up, Shocker cracks Maddog across the chin! Maddog’s head swings to the side, as he lifts his hand up to his jaw and opens his mouth, obviously the blow rung his ears slightly. Shocker doesn’t let the one blow by the last, so he grabs Maddog by the head and slams his knee into his gut. Maddog ducks forward, but Shocker grabs him by the arm and throws him into the turnbuckle with a whip. Shocker walks over to the buckle and lowers his upper-body, lifting Maddog onto the top rope. Shocker pulls himself up onto the middle rope and hooks Maddog in a front face-lock. He tightens it and hooks Maddog by the shorts and tries to hoist him up. Maddog goes up, but his weight comes down over Shocker’s shoulders, somewhat of a cross body-block. But, as they fall from the turnbuckle, Maddog’s body drops over Shocker and the two collide separately on the mat. Both barely even budge after hitting the canvas, but their chests pump heavily to bring oxygen into their lungs.

T.L: Both men felt the brunt of that fall from the turnbuckle.

C.P: I’m surprised we didn’t hear a “you fucked up” chant from these lovely fuckin’ buzzards in attendance.

T.L: Surprisingly, Cody, I am too.

Black Rain and Denison are both nearing their feet, shaking away their exhaustion. Denison leans over, putting his hands on his knees to catch his breath. Rain approaches him from the side, quickly ducking low to catch him around the waist. Rain hooks his hands around Denison’s waist and goes around back with the waist-lock, but Denison quickly lifts his hands onto Rain’s. Denison brings Rain’s hands down, as he pops his hip in, breaking the waist-lock. Denison turns around and takes an immediate swing, but Black Rain throws his arm up and blocks the punch. Denison tries again, but Black Rain grabs his arm and swings it to the side. After swinging his arm to the side, Black Rain leans forward and scoops Denison up and brings him down across his head (snowplow)! Denison’s arms drop to his sides, as Black Rain picks up his leg, still posed in the same position that he had landed the maneuver. Both of Denison’s shoulders are down, ONE……..TWO……THREE! Just as the referee slaps down the three, Maddog, who comes from the corner of the camera’s view, dives to his stomach with his arms stretched out, blasting Rain with a double axe-handle blow to the spine. Maddog kneels up, showing a bit of disbelief. Maddog stands up and steps away from Black Rain, turning around to see where Shocker is. Shocker stands a few feet away with his fists clenched, as Maddog stops to stare him down. Without any further altercation, Maddog helps Denison up to his feet, soon exiting the ring.

C.P: It’s a fluke, a fucking fluke!

T.L: The referee made the decision and it’s going to stick!

C.P: Open your fucking eyes, man. Maddog made the save in time and that’s fucking very apparent. I demand a recall!

T.L: I doubt that will happen, Cody, this isn’t Florida.

C.P: Fuck you, bitch. I never asked for your bitch-ass opinion in the first place.

T.L: Well, folks, we’re going to break into a battle between the Apocalypse of Wrestling’s own, Gary Britton and the Renegade’s Derrick Hall.

C.P: Barbed-fucking-wire!

T.L: Barbed-wire will replace the ropes and all..heck will break loose.

C.P: Britton is going to bleed that fucka dry.

Just as the scene cuts in, Derrick Hall and Gary Britton have already begun their altercation. Derrick Hall is working Britton over with a few furious right hands, continuing on with the brawling by slamming Britton’s head into a nearby wall. SLAP! Hall drags Britton down the hallway toward the entrance ramp, slugging him every once and a while to keep him in a dazed state of mind. Hall proceeds to drag Britton through the curtain, entering the arena with a great ovation from the crowd. Coming down the aisle, Britton tries to pull away, but Hall holds onto his short side-headlock, as he nears the guardrail. Hall reaches out his hand and grabs onto the rail with one hand, slinging Britton against the railing from the headlock. Britton slams against the steel, turning his back against it, while Hall continues to bludgeon him with kicks and various blows with his fists and forearms. Britton grabs onto the railing and staggers away from Hall, making their way toward the squared circle. The referee watches on from the ring, as Hall takes a running start at Britton and leaps forward, hooking him by the head. As Hall drops down, he proceeds to smash Britton’s face into the floor with a running bulldog!

T.L: I guess they decided to start this one early and avoid all contact with the barbed-wire.

C.P: Yadda…yadda….

T.L: Folks, we are going to cut off from the live footage to see what exactly happened in the backstage area before we cut in…

Moments before the camera cut in, the cameras were rolling to catch this incident first hand. Gary Britton was about to make his way down the hallway from the Apocalypse of Wrestling’s section of the backstage area, when Derrick Hall comes out of nowhere and tackles him against the wall. Upon tackling Britton, Hall starts blasting him with closed rights and lefts, kicks, and headbutts. Pulling out every punch that he has in him, Hall manages to daze Britton fairly early. Hall proceeds to drag Britton down the hallway, slamming him off the wall back and forth, as they approach the exact area where the camera had picked up their encounter for us all to see.

T.L: Derrick Hall has been in control of this entire match, folks.

C.P: Britton will come back, you’ll fucking see!

After whipping his opponent into the ropes, Derrick Hall pulls Britton away from the barbed-wire, as the wire clings to Britton’s exposed flesh. The barbs tear away from the skin on his shoulder blade, spilling rivulets of blood from several small but deep lacerations.

T.L: Britton looks to be in rough shape, Cody.

Hall hooks Britton around the back of the neck with one arm, swinging back to take him down with a side-russian leg-sweep. After the leg sweep, Hall quickly rises back up and jumps into the air. With a full spin, Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall connects with a twisting leg-drop across Britton’s throat. Britton grasps for air, but Hall won’t allow it, as he picks Britton up into a sitting position to slap on a rear chin-lock. Derrick Hall wrenches in on the chin-lock with the referee checking in soon enough. Britton looks up at the referee and utters, ”Fuck you.” His teeth grit together, while he reaches his hands up and places them around the back of Derrick Hall’s head. Gary “Liberator” Britton starts to stand up and attempts to drop Hall’s jaw onto his shoulder, but Hall prevents it by pushing him forward. Britton stumbles forward a few feet and turns around, this time Derrick Hall takes a few steps forward and jumps with a swing to his body. He spins around and clips him in the chin with a spinning heel kick and Britton goes down immediately. Derrick Hall rolls over onto his hands and knees and gets to his feet, slowly pulling Gary Britton back up. He drags Britton over to the ropes to slam him forehead first against the top layer of the strung-up barbed-wire. Hall forces Britton’s forehead against the wire, grinding him against it viciously. Back and forth, Hall grinds Britton’s head, trying to bust him open. After several more seconds of punishment, pulling him back. Hall grabs hold of Britton’s arm and lifts it up, as he climbs pulls the top strands of barbed-wire down in order to climb out onto the apron. On the apron, Hall grabs onto Britton’s arm with both hands and lifts it up, dropping himself down to the floor, forcing Britton to fall with his arm-pit and chest across the wire. Britton frees himself from the wire and falls flat to his back on the canvas, as the blood begins to pour from his wounds (head, arm, and chest). Hall reaches underneath the apron and picks up a steel chair, tossing it over the top rope. The referee helps hold the bottom rope of barbed-wire for Hall, as he reenters the ring. Going straight for the chair, he picks it back up and unfolds it in the center of the ring. Britton starts to get back up to his feet, but Hall cuts him off and brings him back up, back hand chopping him across the chest. Britton staggers backward a few feet, but he manages to lunge forward at Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall. Hall ducks under and shucks his head to the side, wrapping his arms around Britton’s waist. Derrick Hall manages to pick Denison up over his head, trying to hook his head to drop him down into a Kryptonite Krunch, but Denison prevents it quickly. He grabs hold of Hall’s head and brings himself down, trying desperately to drop Hall on his head with a d-d-t. Hall uses quick steps to push Denison quickly against the barbed-wire ropes, forcing Britton to yelp slightly. After quickly pushing him against the barbed-wire, Hall holds his arms around Denison’s waist and backs up, lifting him into a fireman’s carry. Hall quickly spins around and stammers toward the steel chair in the center of the ring. He gets close enough and drops Denison across the top of his cranium with a variation of the death valley driver across the seat of the chair, which folds upon the impact! Denison lays flat across his back with the broken steel chair laying underneath him, as Derrick Hall picks his leg up and rolls him into a pin. ONE……TWO……..THREE!

[ After his victory, Derrick Hall exits the ring, nearing the entrance curtain, when Britton’s voice blares over the p.a. system.]

Gary Britton: Hey, you coward son of a bitch!

Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall turns around.

Gary Britton: That’s right, fucker. While everyone readies themselves for the Ultimate Hardcore Cup, I know I ain’t got a fuckin’ thing to do next week. So, let me cut straight down to it, bitch. Next week, I want a fuckin’ rematch with you, pretty boy. Bring all that you’ve fuckin’ got, because you won’t be so fuckin’ lucky next time. If you’ve got the fuckin’ guts, Hall, we’ll settle it right fucking there. If you don’t have the guts, I’ll just have to settle this shit on my own fuckin’ terms. Ya know, kickin’ my ass ain’t fuckin’ hard to do…when you jump my ass from behind. You sissy little bitch, I’ll be waiting for your fuckin’ answer. So you can walk your fuckin’ ass to the back now!

Hall contemplates the challenge, before he turns around and exits the ring. Britton slams the microphone to the canvas irately, giving off a hint of feedback. Britton plants his hands on his hips, huffing angrily.

C.P: Another goddamn fluke! If Hall has the balls to compete in a rematch, Britton will eat his ass alive!

T.L: I think you’re a wee bit off your rocker, Cody. Anyway, we continue the mayhem with our next bout.

C.P: What’s the next fuckin’ match?

T.L: Mr. E and Acid, two of the competitors in this year’s Ultimate Hardcore Cup, will face off against one another. In their first round bouts, they won’t face one another, but later on down the line they could very well do that.

C.P: I don’t care much for either of them, fuck it.

T.L: The ring has been cleared of the barbed-wire and we are all set to go in this barbed-wire and dry ice casket match!

C.P: Another goddamn fluke! If Hall has the balls to compete in a rematch, Britton will eat his ass alive!

T.L: I think you’re a wee bit off your rocker, Cody. Anyway, we continue the mayhem with our next bout.

C.P: What’s the next fuckin’ match?

T.L: Mr. E and Acid, two of the competitors in this year’s Ultimate Hardcore Cup, will face off against one another. In their first round bouts, they won’t face one another, but later on down the line they could very well do that.

C.P: I don’t care much for either of them, fuck it.

T.L: The ring has been cleared of the barbed-wire and we are all set to go in this barbed-wire and dry ice casket match!

T.L: It looks as if Jestina has been barred from ringside.

C.P: Good, who needs that crazy ho anyway?

The bell sounds, as Acid rushes in at Mr. E, who is standing in the center of the ring waiting for Acid. Acid starts off with a barrage of lefts and rights to Mr. E’s cranium, which seems to have little effect on the big man. Acid tries to kick him in the gut, but that too shows no damage to him. Acid turns and comes off the ropes and takes a full force sprint back at Mr. E. He extends his arm out as he nears, but it doesn’t help him with Mr. E lifts his massive boot and clips him across the chin with a big boot! Acid hits the canvas, as Mr. E begins showing life in this contest. He lifts his giant arm and sends it down across Acid’s chest with a massive elbow drop. Acid’s body shudders under the weight of the blow.

T.L: I would not like to be facing that man, Cody.

C.P: He’s one big mother fucker, Ton. I’m thinking he’s going to go pretty damn far in the tournament again this year.

T.L: Last year, he was in the finals with Deacon Black and Repent. So, he obviously has what it takes.

Mr. E pulls Acid up by the throat, sweeping him back down to the canvas by placing his leg behind Acid’s and pushing him forward by the throat. Acid hits the canvas and immediately rolls toward the ropes. He nears the ropes and climbs to the outside, while Mr. E slowly steps toward the ropes. Mr. E puts his leg over the top rope, but by now Acid already has a steel chair in hand. Mr. E leans over to put his second leg over the top rope to step onto the apron, but Acid jumps up and swats him across the top of the head with the chair! WHACK! Mr. E is now on the apron, as Acid climbs up onto the apron. Mr. E’s back is facing Acid, so Acid turns and lifts the chair, sending a series of stiff chairshots to the back of his cranium. Mr. E falls to his knees, while Acid takes advantage of the situation by getting down off the apron, placing the chair in position on the floor. With Mr. E on his knees, this gives Acid an opportunity to hook him around the head with a front face-lock. Acid turns and sees if the steel chair is close enough, before he pulls Mr. E’s head down and sends him flopping off the apron with a d-d-t onto the steel chair! THUD! Mr. E’s massive body topples down on top of Acid.

T.L: A great move by Acid, but he’s now stuck under the big man.

Acid struggles for a few seconds, before he finally manages to pull himself out from underneath the big man’s body. Acid leans over and flips Mr. E over onto his stomach, pulling him onto his hands and knees. After positioning Mr. E, Acid starts slamming the bottom of his boot across the back of Mr. E’s head numerous times. From there, Acid picks him back up and grabs him by the wrist. Acid backs up and tries to gain some momentum to send Mr. E into the far section of the guardrail with an irish-whip, but Mr. E reverses it and sends Acid crashing into the steel. After hitting the rail, it is pushed back several feet, leaving Acid to lean against it breathless. Mr. E rushes at Acid and jumps up and tries to sandwich him against the railing with a body splash, but Acid drops out of the way and Mr. E collides with nothing but the railing! Acid grabs Mr. E by the head from behind and lifts his head back, slamming the face of his mask up against the steel. Acid turns and waves his hand in the direction of the entrance, turning back to send a few forearms to Mr. E’s backside.

T.L: What is Acid doing?

C.P: Calling for the gay pride parade…I mean the Renegades.

Acid keeps Mr. E back with continuous blows, while the Renegades quickly make their way down to the ringside area. Derrick Hall, Mario C., and Cyrus make their way out, quickly coming to the aid of their partner Acid. Hall and Cyrus come from both sides of Mr. E throwing punches at him immediately, as Acid starts to back away. Hall and Cyrus pull Mr. E back, forcing his back up against the apron of the ring. Acid steps in and starts kicking him in the midsection, while his allies hold him back by both arms. Mario C. makes his way over to the timekeeper’s table to grab a microphone, making his way back over to the attack on Mr. E. Mario grabs Acid by the shoulder, ”Hold on a sec, man.” Acid nods, as he backs away, while Mario C. grabs onto the bottom of Mr. E’s hockey mask, putting the microphone up to his mouth.

Mario C: Hey Jaso..I mean, Mr. E, isn’t it a little late to for Halloween? [laughing]

The crowd cheers Mario on.

Mario C: Okay, okay, it was a little cheesy. Listen up though, Mr. E. I thought it would be marvelous idea to get you primed up for the UHC tournament. Ready you for the beating that you will receive if you just happen to make it through the rounds to meet up with any of the Renegades. Just how Halloween season has come and gone, it’s time for you to be buried!

The crowd erupts, as Mario C backs away and the Renegades act cohesively in an attempt to drag Mr. E toward the barbed-wire and dry ice laced casket! They pull the big man nearer to the casket, as Mario C opens the lid, as steam from the dry ice billows outward. Hall and Cyrus pulls him toward the casket, trying to run him into the edge and flip him inside. Mr. E puts his boot up and hits the edge of the casket to block any attempt of being thrown to the inside. His massive elbow thrusts back and catches Hall in the jaw, then he turns around and grabs Cyrus by the arm and short-arm closelines him, nearly knocking him out of his boots. Jestina comes barreling around the corner, tackling Mario C from the side, knocking his body against the casket. She holds Mario’s head up and proceeds to start headbutting him in the middle of the forehead. Before any further action can be taken, officials swarm the ringside area and remove the outside interference.

T.L: Back to the one on one!

By this time, Acid found a pipe underneath the ring, knocking Mr. E down to his knees. From behind, Acid puts the pipe around Mr. E’s throat and chokes him for several minutes, hoping to take the fight out of him. Mr. E puts his hands back and grabs Acid by the backs of the legs, standing up fully. Acid holds onto the pipe, but Mr. E now has him elevated onto his back! Mr. E staggers toward the casket and removes his hands from the backs of Acid’s legs, to lift his hands onto Acid’s head. Mr. E struggles, but he manages to flip Acid into the casket! Acid lands flat across his back, landing amount the bundles of barbed-wire and dry ice, scolding his back severely. He groans loudly, as Mr. E leans over the casket, propping his elbows on the edge, showing a hint of exhaustion. Acid’s runs his hand along the inner casket, searching desperately for the pipe. He finally grasps it after grabbing onto a hand full of barbed-wire. He swings the pipe up without any hesitation, TING! The pipe cracks across the face of Mr. E’s mask, forcing him to fall way from the side of the casket and drop to his knees. Acid pulls himself out of the casket and staggers toward the apron, rolling under the bottom rope. Laying on his back, he catches his breath and tries to tend to his wounds. He adds pressure to his wrist, as blood begins dripping down his forearm. While Acid tries to stop his bleeding wound, Mr. E is slowly recovering, finally getting back up to his feet. Mr. E is back up on the apron, slow to even attempt getting back into the ring. Meanwhile, Acid sees him and gets back up to his feet and rushes at the ropes. Mr. E puts his hands up to grab him, but just in time, Acid lower his body and sends his shoulder into Mr. E’s midsection. Acid drops down and rolls underneath the ropes and goes back to the outside. With Mr. E slightly subdued, Acid nails him with a low blow from behind, but Mr. E holds himself up on the apron by grabbing onto the ropes. With Mr. E struggling to keep himself up on the apron, Acid makes his way over to the casket.

T.L: The attack by the Renegades has really taken it’s toll on Mr. E.

C.P: Shit, we’ve never seen him this sluggish.

Acid tugs on the casket to move it closer to the apron of the ring. Once there is a space between the casket and the railing, Acid pushes with all of his might, slamming the edge of the casket against the apron. Opening both sections of the caskets lid, Acid moves around it’s side and jumps onto the apron, going through the ropes to the inside of the ring. Acid runs along the ropes and slams his elbow across Mr. E’s head, dazing him slightly. Acid turns back toward the turnbuckle and starts climbing, he reaches the top and perches himself up there. Mr. E leans back and turns his head, just as Acid leaps off the top rope and sends a flying lariat in his direction! Acid hits the side of Mr. E’s head and lands on the side of the ring, while Mr. E is knocked off the apron into the casket! The wheels nearly buckle on the bottom of the casket, as Mr. E’s full weight collapses down into it. Acid rolls under the bottom rope and leans over the apron, pulling the casket lid down, closing it on Mr. E.

After the bell sounds, Acid jumps off the apron and starts toward the entrance ramp. He turns to see the casket one last time…

T.L: Look!

From the sides of the entrance ramp, two masked men carrying sledge-hammers run down the aisle, plowing Acid to the floor. The two men rush around the side of the ring, making their way toward the casket. Mr. E struggles from within, pushing the casket up with both hands. The lid opens nearly halfway, but one of the masked men uses the sledge end of the sledge hammer to force the lid back down with force. The other masked man raises his sledge hammer and sends it crashing down across the bottom section of the casket’s lid! BOOM! The two masked men raise their sledge hammers in unison, bashing the casket’s lid! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! With several blows of their heavy tools, the casket’s lid collapses inward, sending shattered splinters of wood flying in all directions. The first masked man lifts the sledge hammer one last time, pounding the lid down further, releasing the handle. The hammer collides with the wood and falls flat into the casket, as we see the outline of Mr. E’s body inside the casket from underneath the broken lid.

C.P: Holy shit!

T.L: This…this has to be stopped, Cody!

Numerous officials bombard the two masked men from all directions, violently tugging them away from the casket. The two men struggle, but the authority is in such masses tonight that they are held back tightly from wreaking any further havoc. One of the masked men lifts up his sledge hammer, but stops in mid-swing , obviously taunting the officials. Several security guards from behind the railing barge on over into the ringside area from directly behind the two masked men. It was only a matter of time before the guards take control of the situation, physically dragging and pulling the two men toward the backstage area, restrained by handcuffs. Medics make their way through the crowd of flustered officials, taking a direct route to the fractured remains of the casket. It takes several minutes to remove the remainder of splintered wood that was once a lid to the casket.

C.P: Maybe those are the guys that have been lurkin’ their sorry asses around in the shadows.

T.L: But why attack Mr. E and Acid? Who could they be?

C.P: I couldn’t fuckin’ tell ya.

T.L: Well, folks, we’ve got more to the show to go on with. Answers may be found out later, but we have to get back to the ring for our next bout.

C.P: Eh, what’s the next match again?

T.L: Renegade world heavyweight championship, Cyrus versus Nightmare!

C.P: I’m gonna take a fuckin’ nap…

The referee holds the belt out in front of Nightmare, who glares down at it without any sign of emotion on his face. The referee glances up and shakes his head with confusion, pulling the belt away. He walks over to the ropes and hands the belt over to the timekeeper, thus calling for the bell.

From the sounding of the bell, Nightmare and Cyrus meet toe to toe in the center of the ring. Their eyes lock on one another, initiating a collar and elbow tie-up! The two struggle back and forth to gain control, but both seem to be evenly matched at this point. Nightmare pushes his arms away, grabbing Cyrus by the wrist. Nightmare follows this up with an irish-whip, sending Cyrus into the ropes. Cyrus hooks his arms on the ropes and stops himself, but Nightmare had anticipated that already – running straight for Cyrus. Cyrus ducks down when Nightmare nears him, lifting him up to back-body drop him over the top rope. Nightmare’s hand catch the top rope and he flips himself over Cyrus’ shoulders and lands on his feet! Cyrus turns around to see the result, but Nightmare meets him with a force-fed forearm to the side of the head! Nightmare ducks through the middle rope and thrusts his shoulder into Cyrus’ stomach, doubling him over. Nightmare comes back through the ropes and turns Cyrus around, hooking him in a side headlock. Nightmare pulls Cyrus closer to the center of the ring, but Cyrus has now gained some momentum by hooking Nightmare around the waist with one arm. With his other arm, Cyrus grabs hold of Nightmare’s leg and lifts him up into the air and drops him back down to the canvas with a belly-to-back suplex! Nightmare’s body flips onto the canvas, as Cyrus hurries over to Nightmare on his knees. Cyrus with the lateral press, ONE……TWO……KICK OUT! Upon the kick out, Cyrus pulls Nightmare up by the hair, then he slings him back first against the turnbuckle. Cyrus grabs onto the top rope with both hands and lifts his leg up, placing the corner of his boot against Nightmare’s throat. The referee steps in and begins his count, ”ONE……TWO…….THREE…….FOUR…” Cyrus pulls his leg away from Nightmare’s throat and puts his arms up, trying to play the situation off as if he had done nothing wrong. The referee scolds Cyrus, leaving Nightmare a window to come out of the buckle. Nightmare slides forward with his arm extended out, hitting Cyrus in the back of the neck with a closeline!

T.L: It seems as if we have ourselves a technical showdown!

C.P: A non-hardcore match? What the fuck were the higher-ups thinking?

T.L: Maybe, professional wrestling should have a bit of wrestling instead of gore infested slug-fests.

C.P: Eh, you’ve got a point.

Nightmare lifts his arm up and drops and drops an elbow across Cyrus’ back, flipping him over. Nightmare grabs Cyrus by the throat and begins choking him, until the referee sticks his nose in. ”ONE….TWO…….THREE……FOUR”, Nightmare releases the choke to break the mandatory count. The referee points his finger at Nightmare, ”If you don’t abide by the count, I won’t hesitate in disqualifying you!” Nightmare blows off the somewhat stuttered words of the nervous referee. He places his hand around Cyrus throat again, choking him for several seconds, then releasing. Nightmare has Cyrus back on his feet, but he soon huddles him over with a side knee to the midsection. Nightmare grips Cyrus around the head with a front face-lock, swooping Cyrus’ arm over his shoulder. Nightmare tries to lift Cyrus up, but Cyrus avoids it by wrapping his leg around Nightmare’s! Nightmare tries to pull Cyrus up again, but this time Cyrus nails him in the gut with a closed fist. Nightmare’s grip loosens, but Cyrus switches roles and sets Nightmare up. He plants his feet and pulls up on Nightmare’s body, hoisting him into the air. Cyrus turns in a full circle and stops, holding Nightmare upside down, making him think about the situation. Nightmare’s weight starts to sway, so Cyrus decides to bring Nightmare down to the canvas with a high-angled vertical suplex! Nightmare’s back slams against the canvas and it brings him up into a sitting position. He reaches his hands back and holds onto the area near his spine, showing that the suplex had a stiff impact. Cyrus comes up from behind and grabs onto both of Nightmare’s wrists as he brings his knee into the middle of Nigthmare’s spine. Cyrus pulls back on Nightmare’s arms and pushes his knee in further, completing the surfboard maneuver. The referee checks in, but Nightmare declines the referee’s plea to submit. After several seconds of punishment, Nightmare will not give in to the pain, so Cyrus releases the submission hold. Cyrus stands up and stomps his boot across Nightmare’s back, then peels him up off the mat. Cyrus grabs onto Nightmare’s wrist and tries to irish-whip him into the ropes, but Nightmare somehow reverses the whip by moving in extremely close to Cyrus, swinging his arm under Cyrus’ arm and bringing it up across his neck. Nightmare grabs onto Cyrus’ leg and takes a step back, completing a release T-bone suplex, nearly folding Cyrus in half!

T.L: I haven’t seen a match like this on Liberation Television in quite some time.

C.P: As fucking odd as it may seem, I kinda like this shit!

Nightmare catches his breath before getting back up to cover Cyrus. Nightmare holds Cyrus’ shoulders down across the mat, ONE……TWO…. Cyrus lifts his left shoulder off the mat just in time! Nightmare lifts Cyrus’ head up with one hand then proceeds in laying a few closed fists against Cyrus’ forehead. The referee bursts in, ”Watch those closed fists, Nightmare!” Nightmare pays no attention to the referee, as he drags Cyrus back up. Nightmare aims Cyrus toward the turnbuckle and whips him in with authority! Cyrus’ back hits the buckle, slightly shuddering the ring post. Nightmare runs toward the turnbuckle with reckless abandon. Upon is arrival with Cyrus, he meets the bottom of Cyrus’ boot to his lower jaw! Nightmare turns away to tend to his jaw, hunching over. Cyrus rushes out of the buckle and he grabs hold of Nightmare’s head to send him to the canvas with a swinging neckbreaker! Cyrus flips his chest over Nightmare’s, ONE……TWO….KICK OUT!

T.L: Nightmare kicks out again, folks, he still has a little bit of fuel left in his tank

Cyrus pulls Nightmare up off the mat and sets him up with a whip into the far ropes, Nightmare hits the ropes and comes back toward Cyrus. Cyrus swings his arm out with heavy force, but Nightmare ducks the closeline attempt and comes back off the ropes. Cyrus ducks slightly, catching Nightmare with a powerslam! He goes for the cover, but he notices a disruption from the crowd, looking in the direction of the gawking fans.

T.L: What’s going on, Cody? I can’t see a thing.

C.P: Me either, it’s time for these dipshits to sit down and enjoy the fucking show. Why the fuck do you think we have chairs? Goddamn it…

The crowd parts, as a familiar face to the likes of XCW and the UWWF quickly makes his way down the stairs toward the ring.

T.L: Smitty!

T.L: [sigh] That fuckin’ burn out? What’s he fuckin’ doin’ here? Probably looking’ for a bag from one of the dealers in the crowd.

Smitty hops over the railing and goes straight for the ring, grabbing onto the middle rope to help spring himself onto the apron. Smitty pulls the middle rope down and climbs into the ring, as Cyrus stands up. Smitty nears Cyrus and Nightmare, stopping a few feet away. Cyrus glares at Smitty, not knowing his intentions, but Smitty makes his intentions known soon enough. Smitty steps closer, shoving Cyrus to the side, leaning over to pull Nightmare up. Cyrus watches, as Smitty grabs onto Nightmare’s head and pulls him up off the mat. Smitty starts out with an open-hand slap to the side of Nightmare’s face! Nightmare tries to back up enough to throw out any offense he can, but Smitty rattles him with a kick to the stomach. Nightmare hunches over and steps forward, leaving Smitty to pull his head between his legs. Smitty wraps his arms around Nightmare’s body and grunts, lifting Nightmare into the air. Smitty brings Nightmare up into a powerbomb position, but when he drops him down, it seems to be a combination between a powerbomb and a piledriver! Nightmare’s head collides with the canvas, rattling the canvas.

T.L: The Smitty-Slam!

C.P: You mean the burn-out busta?

T.L: Why is Smitty here?

After nearly destroying Nightmare, Smitty stands back up and glares down at him. The referee calls for the bell, wailing his hand into the air over and over, as the bell sounds numerous times. Cyrus turns Smitty around questioning his actions, but Smitty answers with a jab to Cyrus’ jaw. Smitty sends his a side-knee into Cyrus’ gut, pulling him into a slight bustle away from Nightmare. A few feet away, Smitty lifts his leg and places the back of his knee across Cyrus’ neck, still riding off their momentum, driving him down to the canvas with a rocker dropper! Smitty rolls over a few feet, underneath the bottom rope, placing himself back on the outside of the ring. Smitty wastes no time in making his way over to the timekeeper’s table to grab a microphone.

Smitty jumps back onto the apron, pointing his free hand at Nightmare, who is laid out on the canvas.

Smitty: See you at the Ultimate Hardcore Cup, sucka!

Smitty is about to drop the microphone, when he sees Clarkson running down toward the ring. Mario C. slowly approaches the ringside area, far behind Clarkson. Just as Clarkson hits the ring, Smitty drops down off the apron and stands a few feet away, watching Clarkson’s actions. Meanwhile, Cyrus rolls over to the ropes with Mario C. grabbing the Renegade Heavyweight championship belt and scurrying over to his side. Mario helps roll Cyrus out of the ring and hands him the belt, as they exit the ringside area.

C.P: That’s right bitch, ya’ll don’t want none of Clarkson!

Inside the ring, Clarkson stands over Nightmare, placing his hands together. He cracks his knuckles with an angered smile growing, as if he were about to even the score after Nightmare stole his belt last week. After cracking his knuckles, Clarkson steps over Nightmare, planting his feet on either side of Nightmare. He kneels over and pulls Nightmare’s head up. He shakes his head with the smile still on his face, just as he opens his mouth and spits directly in Nightmare’s face, soon slapping him across the side of the face with his open hand. ”You may have that championship belt, but I’m still the fucking champion! You want to fuck with me, Nightmare? Huh?!”, Clarkson growls angrily. He quickly picks Nightmare up off the canvas and kicks him in the gut, bending him over. Clarkson wraps his arms around Nightmare’s waist and lifts him into the air quickly. Clarkson drives Nightmare down onto the top of his head with devastating force, completing the “Final Judgment”! Nightmare flops lifelessly onto the canvas, as Clarkson rises to his feet. He turns in Smitty’s direction, soon the two lock their eyes on one another. Smitty puts his arms up, as if he was saying “what are you gonna do now?” mentally. Clarkson points at Smitty and utters, ”You just better hope that you’re lucky enough to get eliminated early in the Ultimate Hardcore Cup.” Smitty doesn’t bother to respond, as he holds his arms up higher, showing that he isn’t intimated by the likes of Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson. Without looking away from one another, the glow of hatred nearly acts as a wall between them.

Both men keep their eyes locked on one another’s as the glare continues on, as the camera cuts to our loyal commentator’s in the balcony.

C.P: That’s for fucking sure. I could imagine that if they meet at the Ultimate Hardcore Cup, the shit will hit the fucking fan.

T.L: It’ll be a classic encounter, that’s putting it lightly.

C.P: Fuck..what’s this?

T.L: I have word that we are going to cut down to the ring for a special announcement or something of the such.

C.P: What the fuck is it?

T.L: I have no idea, Cody. I guess we’ll see in a few minutes here.

“Play Me” by Korn hits the speakers and the fans get on their feet to cheer the arrival of their hero. The large screen starts to play various footage of G-Man’s matches in UWWF, and then a bunch of different colored pyros shoot out from both sides of the ramp. From the back walks G-Man, followed by Black Rain and Shocker. The three men make their way down the ramp to cheers of appreciation from the crowd. G-Man enters the ring via the steel steps while Black Rain and Shocker slide in on opposite sides of the ring. G-Man walks over the ring announcer and grabs the mic from him. He looks down at the mat while pacing back and forth.

CP: What does this joke want? He couldn’t even beat Cyrus and now he’s taking up valuable TV time.

TL: G-Man is not booked to appear here tonight, but yet here he is.

CP: I can feel the ratings plummeting already.

G-Man stops his pacing and raises his head to look at the crowd. He slowly raises the mic to his mouth.

G-Man: As you all saw last week, I was defeated a second time at the hands of Cyrus. While the conclusion is a debatable one, a loss is still a loss. And the rules clearly state that a referee’s decision is final. This brings me to my next point. Ever since Blood Money, I have been seeming to have some trouble getting my career back on track. Every match I had, the quality slowly went from bad to worse. And as anyone who knows the real me, I hate to do anything that is only sub par. If I feel something isn’t the best I can do, I strive for endless hours to make it better. But with recent bookings, there has been few and far between times where I could get back to where I was. My health has been slowly fading and my fitness lacks from missing crucial gym time.

CP: What is the point of all of this?

TL: I think I have an idea where this is going.

G-Man: For over a year now, I have put everything I had into this ring. I poured my heart tears and blood just to see UWWF succeed and get to where I thought I should be. When I held that title above my head for the first time, it was the best feeling anyone could ever hope to experience. It made all the countless visits to the doctor and hospital worth it. It made all the gallons of blood that I have poured out feel like it was just as easy as pissing in a toilet, or, on a title.

The crowd pops at the mention of G-Man pissing on the National title just two weeks ago.

G-Man: But as they say, all good things must come to an end. As much as I do not want to do this, there is other places that I am needed more. My family has been suffered enough seeing me come home in bandages and stitches. As much as I want to be here week in and out, entertaining each and every one of you, I just can’t do it anymore. I’m sorry to say, this is the end of the road for The G-Man. From now on, I will be known to the world as nothing more than regular Greg Manix. I just hope I am remembered for what I was and not how I have been recently. Shocker, didn’t you have something to say?

CP: Great, first we get bored by G-Man’s long ass speech and now Shocker is going to finish putting us to sleep.

TL: How can you be so cruel? This is a sad moment for both G-Man and the UWWF.

CP: How is it sad for UWWF? Personally, I think things will only get better with G-Spot gone.

G-Man passed the mic to Shocker.

Shocker: Thanks, G. Well I know I haven’t been back in the ring for that long, and I made a lot of promises to people about ridding the UWWF of the AoW, but I am also going to have to walk away. I thought I still had something that I used to have, but after last week, I realized that this sport is in the past for me. I came back to grab this man’s back, thinking that I could also get some measure of revenge on Jeremy.

CP: Too bad you got your ass handed to you SUCKA!

Shocker: But as my boy G has already said, I also have other places to be in life. My girlfriend recently found out that she is pregnant with my first child, and I don’t want to miss one small step in my child’s life. This left me with the decision to either quit wrestling again and be there or else continue my life in the ring and risk missing the best moments. I have to apologize to my fans however, as I am sorry that I could not live up to the old days. All the hype was there, but I guess my heart wasn’t.

TL: What a shocking turn of events! Not only has G-Man just retired, but Shocker has as well.

CP: I think this is a good thing. We just killed two birds with one stone.

Shocker: I just want to say my short time here was enjoyable and I definitely enjoyed working with you again G. I wish you and everyone else only the best in the fut…

Shocker’s speech is cut off by “Empire Strikes Back” by Bad Religion. Shocker and G-Man turn their attention to the entrance ramp, anticipating one last fight with the AoW.

CP: Finally the AoW has arrived to put an end to this charade.

TL: It looks like we are going to have ourselves one last brawl between the AoW and G-Man’s group.

The entrance curtain swings open and instead of the entire AoW stepping out, only President Maddog does. He starts making his way down the ramp as G-Man and Shocker get ready to brawl with Black Rain looking on. Maddog stops just short of coming to ringside, pulling a mic from his suit jacket.

Maddog: Guys, settle down, I’m not here to fight. G-Man, I know we have a long and brutal past over the last year and more, but I’m ready to let bygones be bygones.

CP: WHAT?!?!

TL: Is this the same Maddog?

Maddog climbs up the ring steps and hesitantly steps into the ring. He walks right up to G-Man, who takes a step back as a precaution. Maddog raises the mic to his mouth.

Maddog: G-Man, or should I call you Greg Manix? Anyway, over the last year, you have without a doubt put everything you had inside that ring. As much as I didn’t show it, it really meant a lot to me. You may not believe a word I have to say, but just listen. In despite of our heated hatred for one another, I want to be given the chance to end things on a good note. You were always a great performer and never once let me down when I needed you. Your consistency is still one to be matched, and for that, I am thankful to have had you here in the UWWF. Let’s end this with a handshake.

Maddog extends his hand to G-Man, who just looks down at it. He looks to Shocker and Black Rain for an answer on what he should do and both of them shrug their shoulders. G-Man looks to the crowd, then grabs Maddog’s hand, shaking it. The crowd comes alive with cheers and the camera flashes fill the arena as the two man stand looking eye to eye, shaking hands.

CP: I can’t fuckin’ believe this!!

TL: Has Maddog turned over yet another new leaf? Could this be a new direction for Liberation to head in?

Maddog and G-Man release one another’s hands and Maddog turns to Shocker. The two men stare at each other for a few seconds, before Maddog extends his hand to Shocker as well. The two shake hands, bringing yet another set of cheers from the crowd.

CP: Shocker as well? WHAT THE FUCK?!?!

TL: This is definitely a new defining moment for UWWF.

Maddog climbs out of the ring after shaking Shocker’s hand. He makes his way up the ramp and stops just before walking through the curtains.

C.P: Fuck…maybe he’s a turncoat!

T.L: Respect isn’t just given, it is earned.

C.P: Fuck respect, they don’t deserve a fuckin’ grain of respect from Maddog.

T.L: Well, Cody, not to draw your attention away from that fact..but we have the main event coming up next!

C.P: Fuck yeah!

T.L: A double tiered scaffold is being constructed as I speak, readying us for possibly the most extreme match on this show.

C.P: For fucking sure, if Clarkson’s involved in this shit.

T.L: The Brass Knuckles Tag-Team championship is on the line in this rematch between the men who claim to be the most hardcore tag-team in the UWWF’s history, the Van X Boyz and former friends, The Purveyors of Perfection!

C.P: If it wasn’t hardcore enough the first fucking time, you will all get your fuckin’ money’s worth this time.

T.L: First off, we’ll present you with a small segment of previous hardcore bouts featuring both teams. Then, we’ll cut right to the action!

The camera view finally cuts back to the ringside area, where the scaffolding has been erected over the ring. Below the first platform of the scaffold, barbed-wire is entwined over the top rope, looking like a treacherous barbed spider-web. The camera pans upward, past the first tier of the scaffold, laying our eyes upon the second tier. Flames flicker around the outside edge of the scaffolding, catching a short glimmer from the various weapons that have been placed among the platform.

A man in a suit waits with a microphone in hand, as he looks on nervously.

Man: I’m in the back here at Viking Hall and boy is the intensity picking up. I’m waiting to see if I can get a few words with the Van X Boyz before they head out to the ring!

The voices of Sean and Chris Van X can be heard in the background, soon coming into view as they make their way down the hallway. Without paying any attention to the young man, they pass by. The man puts his hand on Chris Van X’s shoulder to pause him.

Man: I’d like to have a few words with you before you head down to the ring…

Chris pushes the man’s hand off of his shoulder, ”I don’t have the fucking time, man!” Chris and Sean continue down the hallway toward the entrance area, as the man shrugs.

Man: Well, I guess we’ll have to..

The young man is interrupted by a hand on his shoulder, turning him around violently. The face of Maddog can be seen, as he smiles with Denison, Britton, and Clarkson behind him. He pulls the microphone up to his mouth.

Maddog: It looks like some bitches are nervous, well they should be. Listen kid, even though Clarkson is basically going into this match alone, I will guarantee a victory for the Apocalypse of Wrestling. Son, fuck all of the talking, nobody cares about it. Actions speak louder than words, remember that. I think it’s time for you to consider a new job, because if you expect these guys to talk to you…you’re sadly mistaken, my friend.

Maddog pushes the microphone away to turn to Clarkson, patting him on the shoulder. ”Give ‘em hell, brotha!”, Maddog bellows, as Britton and Denison slap Clarkson on the back. They all step away, as Clarkson walks down the hallway with intentions of violence on his mind.

T.L: We’re about to see history take place, folks!

When the bell sounds, Clarkson and Chris Van X rush at one another, colliding in somewhat of a lock-up. Clarkson lowers his head to Chris’ side to try to take him down, but Chris pushes down on Clarkson’s back with his upper body and throws punches at his kidneys. Just as the confrontation began, Sean Van X got the one up on Bonez with a dropkick to the leg. Bonez hits the scaffold on his stomach, while Sean gets back up and climbs over Bonez’s back. Picking Bonez up in position for a camel clutch, Sean rests Bonez’s left arm on his knee, while he strikes Bonez across the side of the jaw with his right arm. Chris holds Clarkson around the waist and tries to whip him down onto the scaffolding, but this only allows Clarkson to stand upright again. Chris comes at Clarkson again, but this time Clarkson kicks him in the stomach and follows up with a stiff closed right. Chris shudders, but Clarkson cracks him again!

T.L: Starting out up there must be a real hard thing to do.

C.P: Well, yeah, they’re nearly twenty fucking feet above solid ground.

Clarkson grabs a hold of Chris’ head and pulls him into the ladder that leads to the second scaffold platform. TING! The steel rings, as Chris’ head is thrown violently into it, knocking him down to his knees. Clarkson sees that Bonez is in trouble, so he tries to help by sending a lunging kick to Sean’s jaw. Sean falls to the side and Clarkson hurries in to throw a series of rights and left. Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt hurries toward the ladder, climbing up quickly, before his opponents can grab a hold of him. Sean tries to fend of Clarkson’s attack, but it helps when his brother wraps his arm around Clarkson’s throat from behind and pulls him away. Chris pulls Clarkson up to his feet, while Sean Van X blasts him with several punches to the chin. He looks up and notices Bonez climbing, which he pays no mind to it, as pulls Clarkson toward him and turns him around. After turning Clarkson around, he holds him from behind. Chris takes advantage of it by landing several straight rights to Clarkson’s jaw. Clarkson stumbles back, but Sean Van X won’t let him go far. He releases the arms, then brings Clarkson down with a Russian leg-sweep.

T.L: Wouldn’t you expect Bonez to help out his partner?

C.P: You’d think so, but he’s a bitch…ya gotta remember these things, bro.

Chris Van X looks around for Bonez, who is now on the top tier of the scaffold. The camera view switches, showing Bonez searching through the scattered mess of weapons, grabbing hold of a barbed-wire wrapped singapore cane. Chris Van X can be seen nearing the top of the ladder to the second portion of the scaffolding. He quickly forces himself onto the platform and runs in Bonez direction. The scaffold creaks loudly with his steps, which startles Bonez enough to turn around. Chris Van X swipes up the barbed-wire wrapped cane away from Bonez, after nailing him in the stomach with a stiff kick. Bonez bends over, while Chris Van X takes a full force swing at the side of his head, WHACK! Bonez hits the platform, holding onto the side of his head – the blow nearly knocking him out cold. Van X swings the cane up and brings it down across Schmitt’s ribs. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Chris tosses the cane to the side, as he steps over to the wide array of weapons that are scattered around near the edge of the scaffold. The furthest edge of the scaffolding flickers with the glow of orange flames, allowing us to see the crazed look on Van X’s mug. Van X picks up a plastic shopping bag off the canvas, which is tied in a knot at the top to keep the bag closed. Stepping back over to the area near Bonez, Chris Van X tears the plastic bag open, showering the platform with thousands of glimmering, golden colored thumb-tacks! Bonez, who is on his hands and knees at Chris’ side, grabs onto Chris’ leg and tries to pull himself up. Chris Van X turns slightly, grabbing Bonez by the head to slug him across the bridge of the nose. Schmitt winces with his eyes slightly closed, but it doesn’t stop Chris Van X from pulling his head right between his legs. Van X pulls Bonez up by the waist, then hits him with a double sledge to the back to make sure he won’t be able to counter any of his future intentions. Chris Van X raises his right arm in the air, right before he wraps his arms around Bonez’s waist. Chris howls, as he lifts Bonez up into the air and sends him dropping flat across his back against the thousands of glimmering tacks with a near-neckdrop powerbomb! Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt’s legs are still elevated, soon dropping, as he kicks his leg.

T.L: Chris just rocked Bonez with that powerbomb in the thumb-tacks!

C.P: Bonez ain’t nothin’ but a fool.

Chris steps forward, hovering over Bonez, slightly laughing at him. He leans over to grab Bonez, but Bonez hits him with a kick to the groin! Chris hunches over and cups his “family jewels”, while Bonez struggles to flip over onto his hands and knees.

Meanwhile, Sean Van X tries to work Clarkson over, who is on his knees now. Van X raises his elbow to bash Clarkson in the forehead, but Clarkson reverses the situation with a twisting double-leg takedown. Clarkson pulls Sean back up and rattles him with a gut-wrench suplex, followed by a series of mounted punches. Sean puts his hands up and lifts his back up off the platform, flipping Clarkson onto his back. Sean winds up to hit Clarkson with a wound-up right, but Clarkson flips him forward, tumbling him dangerously close to the edge of the scaffold. Clarkson holds Sean down by the head and winds up with one hand, taking ruthless swing at Van X. Clarkson’s fist goes down, but Sean thrusts his head to the side, avoiding the blow, but Clarkson smashes his tightly closed fist against the wood platform. He falls forward, halfway off the scaffold, holding on with one hand.

Bonez is still on his hands and knees, grabbing onto the four foot long section of lead piping to keep his balance. He leans forward to take a swipe at the championship belt, but Chris Van X slowly lurks up from behind. Bonez takes his swipe, but gets caught with a kick to the spine! Bonez shudders slightly, nearly falling ten feet down onto the lower section of scaffolding. Chris Van X grabs hold of Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt’s head and pushes down with nearly all of his might! Bonez tries to grab onto the edge of the scaffolding to prevent serious fall, but he catches nothing but air between his finger tips. Bonez somersaults downward, landing flat across his back on the lower section of scaffolding. The scaffold trembles on impact, showing that the scaffold’s structure isn’t as stable as the four men involved in the match had thought.

C.P: Holy fucking shit!

T.L: I have never seen anything like this in my life, folks. Is this dangerous? You’re darn right!

Chris Van X looks down at Bonez, who is laying nearly lifeless on his back on the planks of the scaffold. A small sign of life shows through in the form of a big gasp for air from Bonez, but he doesn’t have the strength to pull himself up yet. Chris Van X kneels down and grasps the pole, gazing at the championship belt swaying at it’s end. Meanwhile, near the edge of the lower section of scaffolding, Sean Van X tries to send Clarkson plunging over the edge. Kneeling down, Sean pushes down on the upper half of Clarkson’s body, trying desperately to throw him down onto the barbed-wire “circus net”.

Sean Van X turns his attention to Clarkson’s legs, grabbing onto the area behind Clarkson’s knees. Sean tries to force Clarkson’s legs up and forward, but Clarkson manages to thrust his legs back. Sean falls to the side, landing on his stomach, giving Clarkson adequate time to regain his senses and pull himself away from the edge of the scaffolding.

T.L: This is insane, Cody!

C.P: That’s for damn sure, fucka!

Seconds earlier, Chris Van X dropped over the edge of the scaffolding, holding himself up on the four foot section of the pole, lowering his eyes down at Bonez. Bonez struggles to lift his head to see where his opponent is, but by now it’s too late! Instead of shimmying himself over to the championship belt, Chris Van X releases his grip from the pole and drops down like a ton of bricks! His arm extends outward, as he falls nearly ten feet to provide further damage to Bonez with a flying elbow drop! BOOM! The scaffold rattles again, but instead of the scaffold nearly collapsing – it would be more accurate to consider Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt’s chest cavity! Chris Van X rolls to the side, gripping his hip and leg in agony.

C.P: Fucking retard. See, he could have grabbed that belt, which would have been a smart idea. But no, the dumbass had the brightest fucking idea ever. The dipshit used himself as a kamikaze pilot and dive-bombed his ass onto Bonez.

T.L: This feud isn’t about the championship belts, Cody, it’s about pain and suffering.

C.P: It’s all about the hard-fucking-core!

Clarkson has made it back up to his feet to take the fight to Sean Van X, blasting him a few closed rights to the side of the jaw. Sean swings his leg up and catches Clarkson in the groin with a kick, making his way over the ladder that leads up to the second portion of the scaffold. Quickly climbing upward, Sean Van X pushes himself onto the scaffolding and rolls to the right to avoid the flickering flames that occupy several sections of the edge that surrounds the scaffold. Clarkson goes after Sean Van X, quickly climbing the ladder toward the second section of the scaffold. By now, Sean Van X has already acquired a weapon, the camera catches a glimpse of a stainless steel blade.

T.L: That’s a scythe!

Clarkson slaps the palms of both of his hands on the platform, using his legs to push himself up. Sean Van X makes his way over, as Clarkson rolls onto the platform. Sean Van X holds his weapon back, as he stomps Clarkson upon his arrival onto the second level of scaffolding. After stunning Clarkson, Sean pulls Clarkson to his knees and applies the shining silver blade of the scythe against Clarkson’s forehead! Clarkson grinds his teeth and groans with intense pain, as the blade leaves is mark along several inches of Clarkson’s already scarred forehead! Sean grinds the tip of the blade into Clarkson’s forehead to add insult to injury, draining a thick stream of blood from the wound!

C.P: Jesus fucking Christ!

T.L: Now, I’ll agree with you on that comment.

Clarkson puts his hands around the handle of the small reaping device, pulling it away from his forehead. Sean Van X and Jeremy Clarkson struggle back and forth, but the struggle is ended when Clarkson thrusts his fist into Van X’s midsection! Van X staggers backward, dropping the weapon to the scaffolding, while Clarkson fights to his feet. He wipes the fresh accumulation of blood away from his eyes, before he rushes in and hooks Van X in a front face-lock. With ruthless aggression, Clarkson drives Sean Van X’s head into the scaffold with a stiff d-d-t!

Meanwhile, on the lower section of the scaffold, Chris Van X has finally recovered from the elbow drop. He has Bonez on his knees, thrashing him across the side of the head with traumatizing forearm blows. Bonez grabs onto Van X’s waist and tries to pull himself up, but Chris is two steps ahead. He grabs onto Schmitt’s head and pulls him up to his feet, under-hooking his arm. Chris takes a long step forward and thrusts his hip in, flipping Bonez over the side of the scaffolding! Chris Van X watches on, as Bonez hits the barbed-wire with high impact! The barbed-wire dips downward, drooping under Schmitt’s body weight. Bonez has his arms and legs spread out, as if he had been shot numerous times.

T.L: Bonez definitely wasn’t the man on the flying trapeze!

C.P: That’s for damn sure.

Chris Van X scans below the scaffolding with his eyes, before he finally notices the fifteen foot high ladder that each man had used to climb onto the scaffold. He quickly makes his way over and turns his back to the edge of the scaffolding, holding himself onto the scaffold with both arms. He shakes slightly, as he swings his legs down to catch his feet on the top rung of the ladder. Second pass, but he finally touches his feet to the ladder and he drops down and grabs hold of the ladder with both hands, hoping that the ladder won’t tip over. Van X scurries down the rungs of the ladder to search underneath the ring for an object of some sort.

Back on the top level of the scaffold: Clarkson kneels down with both of his legs on either side of Sean’s chest. He pulls Sean’s head up and begins throwing his closed right fist against Sean’s facial area. After a few stiff blows, Clarkson pushes Sean’s head back, slamming the back of his head against the scaffold. Clarkson stands up and steps back, nearly toppling over due to slight exhaustion.

Chris Van X flings the apron cover up, reaching underneath the ring, finding exactly what he had been looking for! His arms thrust upward, showing everyone the object that he grips with both hands.

T.L: This is going to far!

The fans chant, “YOU’RE HARDCORE! YOU’RE HARDCORE!” while they witness Chris Van X holding up a WEED-WHACKER!

On the second level of the scaffold, Clarkson has gained control over Sean Van X, laying him out on the platform. Clarkson pulls a bundle of light tubes out from underneath a plethora of scattered weapons, placing them near the center of the platform. Sean Van X is up to his feet, moving in on Clarkson. He turns him around and sends a swift knee to his gut, hooking him in a front face-lock. Sean tries to flip Clarkson over with a snap-suplex, but Clarkson blocks it by wrapping his leg around Sean’s. Sean tries again, succeeding in his attempt to lift Clarkson up. Upon lifting Clarkson into the air for a full vertical suplex, Clarkson flips all the way back and lands on one foot, dropping to his knee. Van X quickly turns around, but Clarkson hits him with an uppercut to the stomach. Clarkson gets back up to his feet and pulls Sean close to the light tubes. Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson pulls Sean’s head up by use of the hair, headbutting him across the nose. Van X squirms, but Clarkson takes advantage quickly by forcing him into position. Clarkson picks him up by the waist and jumps up, dropping Sean Van X’s head between his legs. BOOM! Clarkson connects with a stiff piledriver across the light tubes!

T.L: Clarkson has fought back! I wonder how long he will keep up his momentum, due to the blood loss.

C.P: He feeds off pain, Ton.

Chris Van X has made it to the top of the ladder, flipping the weed-whacker onto the top of the platform, but he climbs back down.

T.L: What is Chris doing?

C.P: He’s going to go back for Bonez!

Chris Van X jumps off the middle of the ladder, landing flat on his feet across the barbed-wire netting. Bonez starts back up to his feet, as Chris Van X approaches. The two run unbalanced across the netting toward one another, but Bonez loses his footing and falls to his knees. The fall bounces the wire, slightly staggering Chris, but he dives forward and sends his elbow across Schmitt’s spine. Bonez smashes his stomach across the barbed-wire under Chris’ weight!

On the scaffold: Clarkson sits Sean Van X up, as he grabs several broken sections of light tubes. He proceeds in smashing the short sections of tube off of Sean Van X’s forehead, busting his forehead wide open. Clarkson shoves him back down to the platform, going for more weapons. Jeremy Clarkson picks up a crutch and slowly stands back up, while Sean Van X pulls himself wearily back up to his feet. Sean stumbles from side to side, as Clarkson turns to him. Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson drives the end of the crutch into Van X’s stomach! Sean bends over, nearly puking, as he gasps for air. Clarkson swings the crutch up high into the air and slams it down over Sean Van X’s back! Clarkson throws the crutch to the side, sending it flying down over the side of the scaffolding, which hits the floor with a bang. Van X nearly falls forward, but Clarkson decides to smash his head against the scaffold with a flowing d-d-t! Sean flips over into a sitting position, as Clarkson crawls toward the mangled mess of weapons. Clarkson grabs hold of a length of chain, pulling it all within reach to wind it up. He gets back up to his feet and comes around to hit Sean with a chain wrapped right hook. Sean nearly topples over, but it helps when Clarkson kicks him across the jaw! Clarkson unravels a portion of the chain and wraps it around Sean’s throat. Clarkson pulls back on the chain and begins choking the air right out of Sean Van X. He grips the chain with one hand, while he thrusts his left hand from the back, hitting Sean in the side of the jaw. He quickly stands up and pulls Sean up to his feet, dragging him near the edge of the scaffold. Clarkson points to the flames protruding from the side of the scaffold, just as he swings Sean with the chain. He sends him rolling through the flames, scolding him across the back and arms. Jeremy Clarkson leans pulls Sean away from the flames and leans over to pull him up by the head, but Sean manages to flip him over with a fireman’s carry into the flames! Clarkson rolls quickly out of the fire, continuing to roll to extinguish the flames that had caught his shirt on fire! Sean struggles to crawl away, but Clarkson grabs onto the dragging chain with his hand and yanks on it, forcing Sean to fall flat across his stomach.

Chris picks Bonez up by the head off of the barbed-wire circus net, grabbing him by the wrist forcing him into a short-arm closeline. Bonez falls flat across his back, but Chris won’t let him be. He flips him over and starts grinding his face against the barbed-wire. Bonez screams in pain, as Chris continues to rake his face across the barbs. Chris relents, lifting his leg up and dropping his knee across the back of Bonez’s skull! Chris gets back up, dropping his knee down again, but it shows it’s toll on Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt. Chris pulls up on Bonez’s head, forcing him up to his feet. Chris is about to blast him with a razor’s edge chop, but Bonez out of nowhere, Bonez has a burst of adrenaline. He pushes Chris by the chest and jumps up, putting his feet up against Chris’ stomach, monkey-flipping him against the net! Chris rolls across the wire, snagging his flesh across the razor-sharp barbs! Chris rolls over and gets up to his feet, just as Bonez runs at him, staggering due to the dropping sections of barbed-wire. He makes it in close, but Chris Van X blocks any attempts of a comeback, by sending Bonez into the air with a high back-body drop! Bonez flips into the air and hits the circus net, screaming in agony. Chris Van X retains control of this match, by grabbing Bonez by the shirt to drag him across the circus net toward the edge of the ropes. He releases Schmitt’s shirt and drops him back to his stomach, leaning him over the ropes. Chris Van X pushes down on Bonez’s back, flipping him down onto the apron. Bonez hits the apron and rolls directly onto the floor, hitting with a thud. Chris grabs onto the edge of the ropes and drops onto the apron. He puts his back against the ropes and props himself up on the middle rope, holding his hands on the top rope to keep himself balanced. Bonez rolls away from the apron, leaving himself in range for Chris Van X to take a leap off the middle rope with a flying leg-drop! His leg clips Bonez across the throat, as he rolls over and grabs his tailbone with agony. His face turns bright white, as he grits his teeth together.

T.L: I can’t believe what I’m seeing, folks. This is insane!

C.P: That’s for fucking sure.

Finally, Chris Van X is back up, but he won’t relent on Bonez. He picks Bonez up, slamming him head first into the railing, soon hooking him in a front-face lock. He lifts him up and picks him into the air for a vertical suplex, but instead of dropping him back against the concrete floor, he drops him back down – crotch first on the guardrail! Chris Van X reaches over the railing and picks up a steel chair, folding it up. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Bonez topples backward, falling back to the floor at ringside, barely able to move. Blood streams down his forehead, obviously busted open after the chairshots and being used as a human cheese-grater across the barbed-wire earlier. Van X places the chair over Bonez’s head, backs up a few feet, then comes at him with a baseball slide, THUD! The chair flies out of the way, as Bonez’s body shudders under the impact of Chris Van X’s feet. It doesn’t take long for Chris Van X to drag Bonez up to his spaghetti legs and drag him around the corner of the ring. As they near the corner, Chris throttles Bonez head first into the ring post, proceeding to drag his opponent around the corner of the ring toward the ladder to get back on top of the scaffold. Chris winds Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt’s head back and plants his forehead against the rungs, leaving a blood splatter on the shining steel. Chris starts up the rungs first, dragging Bonez along with him. Bonez leans over the side of the ladder, allowing rivulets of blood to drip off his face and hit the concrete like rain drops.

Clarkson wraps the chain around Sean’s throat in a tighter fashion, before he tugs on it to bring himself closer to the ladder. Clarkson forces Sean toward the edge, as he makes it several feet down to tie the chain around one of the steel rungs of the ladder. Sean tries to pull the chain from around his neck, but Clarkson climbs back up and grabs him by the leg, pulling him down onto the ladder. Sean tries to kick his leg free, but Clarkson sways out of the way and grabs the leg, as he takes a few steps down. With the steps, Clarkson comes within about five feet of the first platform, just dropping with Sean’s leg in his hands. Clarkson lands on his feet, jolting Sean downward, hanging him from the chain by his throat! Van X holds onto the chain, trying to avoid being severely choked by it, but Clarkson hits him numerous times in the midsection.

Chris Van X pulls Bonez up to his side, as they approach the top of the ladder. Bonez puts his bloodied hands onto the scaffold, while Chris Van X forces him up. Clarkson turns around to see his partner, giving Sean Van X a chance to swing forward and kick him with both legs. Clarkson falls to his back, while Chris Van X reenters the sadistic environment. Sean has now swung himself onto the ladder, holding on with one hand while he unravels the chain from around his throat.

T.L: All four men back on the scaffold!

Sean finally pulls himself free from the chain, climbing down to the main platform. Clarkson tries to come back at him, but Sean Van X hits Clarkson in the knee with a brutal low-dropkick, knocking him down to one leg. Chris Van X stomps Bonez in the chest several times, before he leans over and grabs onto his shirt and tears it clean off. Chris stomps Bonez one last time, before he picks up the weed-whacker, pulling on the handle. The motor of the weed-whacker sputters, dying out seconds later. Van X pushes the small black button near the gas tank of the weed-whacker to inject more fuel into the device. Chris Van X pulls the cord again, this time the weed-whacker fires up without any trouble at all! Chris kicks the weed-whacker into full throttle, filling the silent arena with it’s annoying buzz. The wire of the weed-whacker whizzes around viciously, revealing it’s brutality to all as it is lowered against Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt’s stomach! The string of the weed-whacker licks the bare flesh of Schmitt’s stomach, emitting a sickening slap. Chris pushes the weed-whacker into Schmitt’s flesh to further the pain, pulling it away seconds later. The camera zooms in on Schmitt’s stomach, as the wounds begin to swell almost instantaneously. A large area of his stomach is hacked apart, revealing the welling blood underneath the swelling mounds of flesh. Within seconds, Schmitt’s stomach is flooded with crimson. He drops his head back and places his hands on both sides of his head, baring his teeth with an agony filled wince.

C.P: Fuck, I thought I’ve seen everything…this brings us into an entirely new fucking level! This is some sick-ass shit, man.

T.L: Not to mention disturbing, sick, and demented. The Van X Boyz aren’t just out here to take home the Brass Knuckles Tag Team championship belts, they are out here to destroy Jeremy “Repent’ Clarkson and Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt!

Chris Van X lifts the weed-whacker above his head, winding it out at it’s full potential. Grayish colored exhaust floats through the air, as Chris Van X bellows loudly with a sadistic smile on his face.

T.L: Bonez has been pummeled, beaten, cut, scraped, vandalized with a weed-whacker and bloodied beyond reason. I’m not sure how much more he can take!

Sean Van X snatches Clarkson up, ramming him head first into the side of the ladder, TING! Proceeding in their attempts in destroying The Perveyors of Perfection the Van X Boyz forge forward with their form of unadulterated violence. Sean pulls Clarkson’s head through the rung of the ladder, then climbs up two rungs and holds onto Clarkson’s head to smash his knuckles against the back of his head. Sean jumps down and drops his elbow across Clarkson’s head, forcing Clarkson’s throat against the rung. Clarkson’s head bounces up and he smacks the back of his head against the higher rung, then pulling himself away from the ladder, he falls to his knees. Sean Van X comes around the corner of the ladder and blasts Clarkson in the side of the head with a buzzsaw like kick! SLAP! Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson goes down like a sack of bricks, leaving Sean Van X to try and make a go at the championship belts! He starts up the ladder, but his weary nature slows him down a bit.

T.L: Sean is going for victory!

C.P: While his brother demolishes Bonez!

Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt rolls onto his back, clutching at his open wounds with agony. Blood streams down nearly ever appendage of his body, as he begins shaking from blood loss. His shaking doesn’t stop Chris Van X from throwing the weed-whacker down across his chest with force. Bonez grabs onto the weed-whacker and throws it to the side. Upon moving, he clutches at his wound ridden ribs, groaning in pain. Chris Van X kneels down and rips him off the platform into a sitting position. Adding a punch to Bonez’s misery, Chris Van X drags him back up.

T.L: Chris Van X is a ruthless and uncaring man.

Sean Van X nears the middle of the ladder, but Clarkson is now in toe. Jeremy Clarkson grabs onto some of the higher rungs of the ladder and does a pull-up, bringing himself within a few feet of Sean Van X’s heels! Taking one more step up on the rungs, Clarkson grabs desperately at Sean’s ankles, until he finally grabs the back of his leg. Sean tries to kick his leg free, but Clarkson’s grip is far too tight to allow him to do so. Clarkson tugs, but Sean keeps himself grounded by holding onto sides of the ladder. He makes a drastic movement, turning his body, nearly swinging Clarkson off the side of the ladder. Clarkson holds on with one hand, as his body turns to the side…Sean Van X drops off the side of the ladder, catching Clarkson by the head on the way down!

C.P: OH, FUCK NO!

Sean adjusts his hands while in mid-air, bringing Clarkson down six feet with a full force diving and driving diamond cutter! THUD! The scaffold shakes, as the two hit the platform! Clarkson rolls over onto his back after hitting the platform with full force, leaving a splattered of blood where his head had connected. On the other side of the scaffold, near the second ladder, Chris Van X pounds Bonez with elbows and closed fists to the face. Bonez drops his head down, spitting blood onto the platform, before he is pulled in Chris’ direction. Chris steps back, lifting his foot onto the rung of the ladder. He steps onto the third rung, bending Bonez over. Chris hooks him by the waist and pushes his back against the vertically secured ladder, lifting Bonez up briefly. After lifting Bonez up several feet into the air, he drops off the ladder and connects with a seated powerbomb! THUD! Bonez cracks his head off the scaffolding, showing it’s effect by nearly rendering him unconscious. It takes several second before Chris Van X gets back up, bringing Bonez with him. He pushes Bonez back, leaving only an inch or two between the backs of Bonez’s feet and the edge of the scaffold. Bonez nearly falls back, but Chris grabs him by the shoulder saving him from the near falling situation, only to punch him in the jaw. Bonez leans forward, as Chris releases him, meeting a few more stinging jabs to the chin. Chris backs up with his fist wound back, stepping into one hell of a haymaker! Bonez tilts to the side, lifting one leg up, losing his balance! His leg gives out and he plummets over the side of the scaffold, flying downward. Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt’s arms and legs swing wildly, as he crashes down across the barbed-wire circus net for the second time in the night! His body whips across the wire, forcing him to roll near the center of the ring. The wire catches his arm, tearing a somewhat large gash in his forearm. He rolls onto his back and sprawls his arms out, revealing his blood covered forehead. His body twitches and trembles, as the Van X Boyz make their triumphant climb toward the second level of the scaffold to reclaim the belts they once held quite some time ago in UWWF history.

Chris wraps his arms around the pipe, shimmying himself closer to the championship belt. On the other side, Sean Van X sits down on the pipe, pulling himself closer and closer to the belt. He gets to the belt, holding it with one hand and unfastening it with the other. He pulls it loose and holds it up, wrapping his leg around the length of lead pipe. Chris Van X grips the belt and pulls it loose, quickly shimmying back toward the scaffold. Finally, after snatching the championship belts, the Van X Boyz turn to one another and

T.L: The Van X Boyz have claimed the world Brass Knuckles tag-team championship!

C.P: Whoo-fucking-hoo, good for them.

T.L: The blood has been shed, folks. One of the most extreme bouts in UWWF history has come and past…I’m scared to see what will happen at the Ultimate Hardcore Cup…

Two masked figures emerge from opposite sides from the crowd, making their way over the railing. Both of the masked men make their way toward the base of the scaffolding.

T.L: These two masked bandits are back, but why this time? Are they going to try and pummel four extremely exhausted and beaten men after a hard fought contest?

C.P: That would be my guess, you fucking genious.

T.L: Then, how would you explain them not even making an attempt at ascending the scaffold to meet the most hardcore men in this federation?

C.P: Fuck you, Ton.

Chris Van X and Sean Van X embrace one another with their arms interlocked and the championship belts raised high, not seeing the two masked men beneath them, as they both push on either side of the scaffolding. Both of the masked figures start pushing the scaffold foundation on both sides, as the metal starts to cringe slightly. The scaffold shudders, as the two men push harder on their sections of foundation. The shudder is enough to bring the Van X Boyz to look around in confusion, not knowing what is going on below their very feet. One of the masked men reaches up and grabs hold of one of the many entwined pieces of steel, unscrewing a loose bolt, which shifts the scaffold leg to the side. The entire left side of the scaffold drops several feet and abruptly stops, jolting the scaffold. The Van X Boyz drop to their knees, as Clarkson holds onto the side of the scaffolding to keep himself aboard. With a few more tugs and pushes, the masked men have finally brought the scaffold into unstable levels.

T.L: Oh my lord!

C.P: What the fuck is going on?

It doesn’t take long before the scaffold leg on the left gives way! The scaffold starts leaning forward, snapping the bolts out of their sockets, sending the sections of steel falling to the ringside floor. CLANG! CLANG! The two masked men move away from the collapsing structure, moving toward the middle of the entryway. The two masked men watch on, as the scaffold lurches forward, dropping quickly downward. Panicked security guards instruct the fans to move back, but they have already begun rushing out of harm’s way. As the scaffold tips forward further Chris and Sean Van X slide nearly to the edge of the platform. The two drop their belts, sending them plummeting down to the circus net constructed with barbed-wire, as Bonez still lays motionless. A metal bar snaps and sends various articles of shrapnel falling down toward Bonez! Several small section of metal land on Bonez, which forces him to crouch into a balled up position. The entire scene seems to unfold in slow motion.

C.P: Damn!

T.L: I’m speechless!

The commentator’s have never seen anything this catastrophic in their careers. The fans along with everyone that occupy the arena glare in the direction of the ring with their eyes widened and their jaws nearly touching the floor. Sean Van X tries to grab hold of anything within grasp, but his hands catch nothing and plummets downward. He falls a few feet, hitting the side of his body on a length of steel, bouncing off violently. Falling further down, he comes in contact with the circus net. Sean’s body bounces off the barbed-wire, which adds no give to the fall! Chris Van X holds on to the edge of the scaffold with both hands, his knuckles turning white. The scaffold violently shifts, now nearing the floor with quickness. Clarkson rolls off the edge of the scaffolding and falls eight to ten feet down, landing on the cold, hard concrete floor. His body jolts and he lays on the floor, showing that the fall had done more than a slight startle. Clarkson rolls over, trembling from the jolting blow to the floor. The scaffolding rips apart and falls in one huge heap, being dismembered piece by piece with each passing second. Metal and pieces of wood fly down across floor, hitting everything within a ten foot radius. The piece of metal that Chris Van X had been holding onto gives way, which sends him plummeting downward.

T.L: This has to be the most ruthless act in the history of this federation!

C.P: Ruthless? This is like the fucking Hindenburg crashing into the fucking ground, man.

Chris Van X hits a table near the guardrail, bashing through it with devastating force. Seconds later, the piece of steel flies down and lands across Van X’s body. The scaffold crashing down, hitting the railing, second the second level of the scaffold crumbling down several rows back. TING! TING! CRASH! The camera view switches to catch a glimpse of the two masked men, who seem to be enjoying the chaos.

When the camera comes back to the ringside area, it looks as if a tornado had ripped through the arena. The final results of the catastrophe are now visible, fragments and broken pieces of the scaffold cover the ringside area entirely, not to mention the first ten or more rows. The camera pans over the ring, seeing Bonez covered by a large section of wood that was once used as a platform. Sean Van X’s upper body is slung over the circus net, being held up by two large lengths of metal. Chris Van X is laying amongst the rubble of broken wood and the piece of fractured metal. The camera moves toward the middle portion of the scaffold, as Clarkson is laying underneath it. If the scaffold had fallen any further down, Clarkson could have been crushed underneath. Medics and security cautiously clutter themselves around the rubble filled ringside, unknowing what to do during this devastating aftermath.

C.P: I can’t fucking believe this.

T.L: [emotional] I…I can’t begin to explain to you all what just went on. Indescribable, folks, purely indescribable.

Both of the men look on, seeing their evil deed reach it’s final phase. The two glance over at one another, adding a nod. At nearly the same time, the men reach up to the necks of their masks, removing them for all to see their true identity. Their faces come into view…

T.L: It…it can’t be…

The true face of evil mark televisions nationwide with their appearance, letting us all know the return of Memnoch and Kaizen, the Snakepit! Two evil smiles burst onto their faces, still peering at their hand-made wreckage.

T.L: Those..those…

C.P: Bastard mother fuckers!

T.L: Folks, these actions came from two men who have no regard for human life. As you see, our new tag-team champions lay broken. Bonez and Clarkson motionless. The amount of injury to these noble athletes is unknown to us at this point. But only an act this vile could have come from the hands of the Snakepit.

C.P: Vile? That’s a fucking understatement. These fuckers could have killed someone tonight!

T.L: Cody, I can’t go on any longer. I need to sit down and evaluate my own thoughts about what have happened.

C.P: We’ll see you all next fucking week. Fuck..

T.L: [his voice cracks] I…I apologize, folks. Go..good night, Liberation will…hopefully soon let you know the results of this despicable…unruly act..

The two pause, as silence strikes the entire arena. The medics and officials can be heard chattering amongst each other, as try to pull the damaged athletes away from this mangled mess that once stood whole in the form of a double tiered scaffold.

The scene cuts to several different view of the scaffolding, as it crashes down to the floor. The clips cease, as Liberation Television goes off air, leaving us to wonder the extent of injury brought down onto the four men that brought out their all on top of the once standing scaffold.