The box office at Viking Hall has been closed for days, all the tickets sold out. The scene cuts in, as we enter the most notorious building in professional wrestling history, for yet another episode of “Liberation Television”. The camera pans through the sea of fans, who are now chanting “U-W-W-F, U-W-W-F” repeatedly. The crowd roars with excitement as the cameraman passes them by, catching a glimpse of the expressions of anticipation and bloodlust. Without any further interruption, the camera view cuts to the balcony of Viking Hall, where we meet our weekly commentator’s in the form of Tony Lockton and Cody “Mother Fuckin” Prime! Tony Lockton holds onto his left earpiece, trying to drown out the cheering crowd.

T.L: Here we are, folks! The frosty air drafting us into the days of November bring on the coldness in the hearts of our competitors, as the Ultimate Hardcore Cup 2 approaches. Thus, bringing forth more hardcore matches to our competitor’s tonight.

[ Cody Prime holds his arms up, as the crowd gives him a mediocre cheer.]

C.P: [slurred] That’s what I like to fuckin’ hear! Motha fucka, I’m Cody Prime and this is Liberation Tele-vizzle!

T.L: I’m sure the fans at home have already come to that conclusion, Cody.

C.P: Bitch, I ain’t…ah, fuck, I ain’t gonna argue, bro. Let’s have a good time tonight.

T.L: [staring at Cody out of the corner of his eye] Anyway, we have a brutal show for you tonight. Our main event will be assurance that Liberation will bring a new description to the word, “brutal”.

C.P: That’s fo’ sho’!

T.L: [irritated] Let’s hit the ring for our first bout of the evening!

Titan is slowly making his way toward the entrance ramp just a few feet behind the curtain. Chaotic laughter is heard from somewhere down the hallway with clapping footsteps. Titan turns around and sees the “Painted Princess of Hell” Jestina running full force down the hallway to meet him, face to face! Titan takes a stance, showing that he won’t back down from anyone, including this deranged woman. Jestina cackles upon approaching Titan! To the surprise of Titan, Jestina meets him with a swift kick to the “lower” region, stumbling the big man toward the curtain, as he huddles over to protect himself. Jestina lunges forward, latching onto the top of his head with her fingernails dug deep into his scalp. She pulls hard in order to drag Titan through the curtain into view of the fans, who now begin to cheer loudly. Titan lifts his arms up and grabs Jestina by the shoulders and thrusts her away. She comes back with full force, knocking both sets of closed fists across the sides of his head! Jestina manages to latch onto Titan’s skull again, pulling him down the ramp and into the aisle-way. Jestina snaps her leg and catches Titan in the gut with a brutal kick, ensured to leave a black-and-blue mark. She winds her leg back again, in an attempt to catch Titan with another brutal kick. This time, she aims for Titan’s head, which his lowered due to Titan clutching at his stomach. She snaps the leg, but Titan catches it as she nears contact! Titan holds onto the leg, as Jestina hops up and down to keep herself upright. With a quick tug, Titan pulls Jestina in and picks her up over his head with a full body press. Jestina struggles to free herself, but Titan takes a few steps toward the railing, showing that her attempts will not be accomplished. Titan pushes Jestina up as high as he can muster, then drops her jaw first across the guardrail - showing no mercy toward her at all. She hits the rail and falls to the floor. Titan smirks, as he leans over to pick her up off the floor. But before Titan even has a chance to grasp onto Jestina, he is hit in the side of the head with a massive boot from none other than, Mr. E!

T.L: Mr. E with a calculated blow to the side of Titan’s cranium!

C.P: Shit, what’d you say? I missed the whole damn thing.

Titan staggers to the side, falling down to his knees near Jestina. Jestina is now back up to her feet with a trickle of blood streaming down the side of her mouth, revealing a smile. Mr. E is about to go at Titan again, but Jestina is back up on her feet hovering over Titan. From behind, Jestina winds her arms around the side of Titan’s face, gripping the skin near the sides of Titan’s eyes with her fingernails. She begins ripping and tearing at the reddening flesh.

T.L: It look as if she’s trying to remove his face!

C.P: Yup, I agree, she’s a crazy bitch.

T.L: But, I didn’t say…

C.P: [tapping his temple with his index finger] Yup, I knew you were thinkin’ it and I agree totally.

Her tearing ceases slightly, as he drops her head down toward Titan. She opens her mouth and gouges her teeth into Titan’s forehead! Lashing her head back and forth, the damage seems to be done. Titan lifts his hands up and tries to lock them around the top of Jestina’s head, but she pulls back and drops a headbutt into the indents, where she had just bitten him! After several headbutts, Jestina pulls Titan’s upper body down across the floor and jumps in the air, dropping her knee down across his entire face. She stands back up and gazes down at Titan, who is stunned and bleeding from an open wound in the middle of his forehead.

T.L: Primal aggression…

C.P: That girl is fuckin’ loco, holmes. I’m tellin’ ya, man…

Several security guards make their way into the scene, slowly making their way around Mr. E and Jestina. Jestina leans over Titan and points her index finger almost directly in his face, laughing loudly. The fans in the front row step back a few feet, but before she can initiate any more damage upon Titan, two security guards grab her arms at either side. Kicking and struggling, Jestina tries to break free from the grasp of the guards, which seems to agitate Mr. E. At Mr. E’s sides, two guards try to hold his arms back, but with a heavy pull, he sends them both staggering forward. The two men come at him, but Mr. E swings both of his massive arms up and takes them to the concrete floor with a double closeline. The two hit the floor, as Mr. E makes his way toward Jestina. One of the guards turns around and sees Mr. E coming toward him, so he releases Jestina’s arm to go for Mr. E. Jestina swings her body around and meets face to face with the lone guard, immediately bashing him in the teeth with the top of her head! The guard goes low, but Jestina grabs him by the head and pulls him into a front face-lock. With a quick kick of her legs, Jestina plants the top of his head against the floor! Meanwhile, Mr. E has already taken care of the guard, nearly laying him out with a club-like blow to the side of the head. The guard staggers and falls against the railing, but Mr. E deems his actions unfit, as he takes a full boar run at him. The guard has nowhere to go, meeting a vicious closeline from Mr. E, that sends the guard over the railing and into the crowd. A few minutes pass before Titan starts to get up to his feet, but by this time – Mr. E and Jestina are already making their way toward the backstage area.

C.P: I thought that bitch’s name was Jestina?

T.L: Cody, you know what I’m talking about, don’t play dumb.

C.P: What the fuck, man? Why are you tryin’ to insult me tonight, goddamn. Shit, you don’t got to hate on a brotha for speakin’ his mind.

T.L: You need some serious help, Cody. Anyway, beside Cody’s remarks, let’s stray away from any unneeded jabbering.

C.P: Ton, I’ll have to fuckin’ disagree.

T.L: Let’s get to the ring for the first official bout of the evening, a hardcore stipulation rears it’s head! Plate glass and mouse traps will judge the level of pain, as Justin Denison takes on Derrick Hall!

C.P: J-dog, fo shizzle!

Both competitors are already in the ring, as the camera glances around the ring. In two of the corners – mouse trap covered boards. In the opposite two are large panes of glass, leaning against the turnbuckle. The camera zooms out to catch a full view of the ring, just as the bell sounds. The referee scurries out of the way of the two men, as the match begins.

“The Real Deal” Justin Denison turns his back to hall to raise his arms in the air to bring a rise out of the fans, but Hall will soon none of it. From behind, Hall charges toward Denison, connecting with a brutal closeline! Denison falls flat to the canvas, but Hall is already all over him. Hall pulls Denison up to his hands and knees, standing with his legs on either side of Denison’s body. While holding onto Denison’s head with one hand, Hall plasters the back of Denison’s head with a series of stiff rights. Denison seems to be dazed, so Hall brings him back up to a full standing position. With quickness, Derrick Hall sends Denison into the ropes with a stern irish-whip. Denison comes off the ropes and ducks low for a spear, but Derrick Hall jumps into the air, forcing Denison to go underneath and go back against the ropes. With Denison returns, he is met by a Japanese arm-drag care of Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall! Denison hits the mat and Hall immediately jumps to his feet. Denison rolls over and gets to his feet, but Hall stops him with a dropkick to the kneecap. Hall tries to pull Denison up off the mat again, but this time he meets a stiff closed fist to the midsection. Trying to recover yet, Denison sends Hall into the ropes with a quick and unsteady irish-whip. Hall comes off the ropes with speed, too quick for Denison at this point. Hall sends a running knee to Denison’s midsection, doubling him over almost immediately. Hall follows up with a stiff, flowing d-d-t, sweeping Denison across the mat. Without any hesitation, Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall gets to his feet and makes his way over to the corner, where a mouse trap covered board is laying. He grabs one end of the board, carefully dragging in toward the center of the ring in order not to dump the live traps onto the mat. He finally places the board back down on the canvas in its intended area.

T.L: Hall goes for the traps!

C.P: How about you shut yours, mother fucker.

Denison is whipped into the ropes by Hall, who ducks low and catches Denison by the waist. With a quick twist, Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall rams Justin Denison onto the board covered in hundreds of mousetraps with a spine-buster! Denison squirms slightly, flipping over onto his stomach and off of the board, revealing several dozen traps clinging to his back. Derrick Hall stands over Denison, pulling him up to his knees. Denison flinches slightly, just as Hall slams his knuckles into Denison’s forehead in a repeated form. Derrick Hall sees no reason to punish Denison any further, dragging him up to his feet and toward the turnbuckle.

T.L: It looks as if Derrick Hall wants to put Denison through hell.

C.P: What fuckin’ makes you think that?

Hall leans Denison back first against the large sheet of plate glass, as he backs away from Denison enough to get a running start. With a leap, Hall clips Denison across the chest with a dropkick forcing him to smash through the plate glass, landing with his shoulder against the middle turnbuckle. Hall stands up, only to lean over and grab a handful of the broken glass and tosses it away from the turnbuckle. Denison tries to pull himself up, but Hall stops him dead in his tracks with a stiff forearm to the side of the cranium. After another forearm, Hall pulls Denison in the direction of the broken glass he had tossed a few feet away from the buckle. Hall pulls Denison into a quick knee to the midsection, following up with a mind-scattering d-d-t onto the glass! The top of Denison’s head lands directly on the shards of glass, forcing their jagged edges into his flesh. Hall releases Denison’s neck just as Denison lifts his head off the mat, showing a fresh stream of blood flowing down the middle of his forehead. Hall is back up and he proceeds to lay the boots down across Denison’s back to keep him subdued.

T.L: Hall should have ended it right here, he may have made a vital mistake by not doing so.

C.P: Vital? Shit, Denison is former UWWF heavyweight champion, dawg. Denison ain’t goin’ down like that, ‘cause he definitely ain’t no two dolla hooker, see?

Hall proceeds to the outside, where he grabs onto two steel chairs and lobs them over the top rope into the ring. Sliding back into the ring, Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall goes over to the steel chairs and brings them near the center of the ring. Placing the two steel chairs away from each other a few feet, Hall makes his way over to the turnbuckle, where he grabs hold of the piece of plate glass. He carries the piece of glass over his head, as he makes his way over to where the steel chairs are set up. Carefully, he places the sheet of glass between the two chairs. Denison is struggling to his feet, but Hall cuts him off with a kick to the midsection. Pulling on Denison’s head, Hall manages to pull him back up to his feet, landing a few straight rights to the middle of Denison’s chin. Hall grabs Denison by the arm and short-arm whips him into a fireman’s carry pick-up.

T.L: Denison’s in trouble!

With the fireman’s carry, Derrick Hall positions Denison exactly where he wants him, hooking his head and leg with both arms. Hall props Denison on his shoulders side stepping toward the plate of glass that has now been bridged between the two steel chairs. With a quick dive to the right, Hall drives Denison down head first across that damned plate glass with a death valley driver! The plate of glass shatters almost immediately under the weight of both men collapsing down onto it.

Hall turns in a full circle, raising his arms into the air in victory. He makes his way to the turnbuckle, thrusting his arms up into the air with a roar, not able to notice Gary “Liberator” Britton running down to the ring. Derrick Hall hops down off the turnbuckle and points to the fans within his view, only to be hit from behind by a closeline, forcing him to fall chest first against the turnbuckle. Britton turns hall around and nails him with a flurry of lefts and rights to the chin, until Hall seems to have no fight left in him. Britton looks over his shoulder and sees Denison back on his feet, so he grips onto Hall’s wrist. With a few steps taken backward, Britton sends Hall toward Denison with a heavy irish-whip. Hall rushes toward Denison, who ducks low and levels him against the canvas with a spine-buster that could have easily shattered Hall’s spine! Britton moves in, as Denison pulls himself up to his feet. Britton nods to Denison and the two start stomping the living hell out of Derrick Hall, while he lays on the canvas. Hall remains down, as Denison and Britton drop heavy boots across his chest. Knowing that Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall is in no condition to get back to his feet, the two members of the Apocalypse of Wrestling exit the ring.

C.P: They don’t fuck around. You know this, man!

T.L: The war wages on in Liberation. The AoW, the Renegades, and G-Man’s entourage are all at each other’s throats.

C.P: It’s better here than in Iraq, motha fucka!

T.L: True. Up next we have the return match pitting Mr. E against Bonez. Inferno match!

C.P: Burn…burn mother fucker, burn!

T.L: Well, how it seems, someone is going to.

Followed by Jestina, Mr. E makes his way down the aisle. The crowd stands in amazement, as the size of the Juggernaut is not over-hyped. He climbs over the top ropes as he stands in the ring. UWWF workers continue to get the inferno set up to light ablaze as Bonez starts his way down the aisle. Stretching and loosening up as he walks down the aisle, Bonez raises his hands, to some delight from the crowd. Bonez climbs into the ring. The two stare each other in the eye, as Jestina steps outside of the ring. The flames are about to begin, when "Cryptorchild" by Marilyn Manson kicks in. The UWWF Heavyweight Champion Jeremy "RepenT" Clarkson starts to walk down the aisle, with the UWWF belt over his shoulders.

T.L: What’s he doing here?

C.P: Shut up! He has a microphone, man!

Clarkson holds the mic up to his mouth and then looks to Bonez, who'se anger towards Clarkson is visible on his face.

CLARKSON: First of all, Mr. E....its been a while. I’m sure with this upcoming Ultimate Hardcore Cup you probably are looking forward to a piece of what you were handed last year. And Bonez....my old friend. Still up to nothing, I see. Since I left you laying in the ring with a wad of bills down your throat. Now, I've been sent here by Maddog......and he has told me that there is no way in hell that fucking machine will be used to light someone on fire. Oh, fuck no! This is an Inferno match, mother-fuckers. So as Maddog has told me, you bastards down there take that fucking machine down. What we will have is an Inferno match, oh yeah. But if you want to get the win, you'll have to do it another way. A gas can, a blowtorch, and whatever the fuck you can get your hands on. I want to see one of you bastards up in flames.

The crowd mildly cheers, but mostly jeers Clarkson. He drops the mic then walks back, as workers immediately begin to take down the machine. Bonez looks to Clarkson when he is suddenly attacked with a clothesline to the back of his head to begin the match. Bonez turns around, where Mr. E clubs him in the back of the head. Bonez falls to his knees. Mr. E backs up, then levels Bonez with a kick to the face, sending him to the floor. Workers carry the last of the inferno machine to the back, then two officials set a gas can, a blowtorch and some matches down at ringside, at the bottom of the entrance ramp. Mr. E climbs out of the ring, then goes for his opponent who is getting to his feet. Mr. E grabs Bonez by the hair, then throws him face first into the ring-post, sending him falling to the ground.

Mr. E walks around then grabs a chair, walking over to Bonez. Bonez is standing to his feet, when Mr. E swings the chair...WHAP! The chair smacks Bonez in the head, who staggers around. WHAM! The chair smacks him in the back, where Bonez falls to his knees. Mr. E swings back the chair again and cracks the chair in the nose of Bonez, who falls flat on his back, where his nose begins to spout out blood. Mr. E stands over Bonez, then grabs him by the throat, picking him back up to his feet. Mr. E throws him with ease into the guardrail. Grabbing the chair again, MR. E goes for a swing, but Bonez dives out of the way. MR. E swings the chair, hitting the guardrail. He quickly turns around and is met by a vicious right handed haymaker from Bonez, sending him over the guardrail. Bonez staggers back, wiping some blood off his face, then charges at Mr. E leaping over the guardrail, tackling him to the ground! The crowd cheers as they land amidst a pile of abandoned fans, avoiding being hurt. Bonez is first to his feet, where he grabs a chair, folding it up quickly. Mr E gets to his feet, where he is met with a chair to the head! Mr. E staggers backwards, then Bonez comes at him again! Mr E raises his foot, and catches Bonez in the chin, sending him to the ground.

Mr. E climbs over the guardrail, where he quickly lifts up the apron, pulling out a table. He slides the table into the ring, while walking around the side of the ring, grabbing the gasoline. Sliding back in the ring, he sets up the table in the corner. Mr. E turns around to get the gas can, but he is met by a spear from Bonez! Mr. E crashes through the table in the corner, with his head smacking the turnbuckle and the table breaking in half. Bonez starts kicking Mr. E in the chest, as he grabs onto the ropes. He continues to kick him, despite Mr. E trying to block the kicks. Bonez rolls out of the ring, then grabs a cord from a camera, giving it a violent jerk. he leans forward, grabbing Mr. E then wraps it around his neck. Bonez puts his foot on the apron, then leans back, chocking the juggernaut, who gasps for air, as Bonez continues to pull back choking him.

T.L: He's going to choke the life out of Mr. E here. Look at Mr. E gasping!

C.P: That’s a smart move on his part. Now light his ass on fire dammit! I wanna see flames! FIRE! BURN!

T.L: A little excited?

C.P: Two words. Shut-the-fuck-up.

T.L: But…that was four..

Bonez continues pulling back on the cord, choking Mr. E. He releases the cord, then walks around on the outside of the ring, grabbing the blowtorch. He walks over to the apron, where Mr. E is gasping for air, catching his breath. Bonez takes the blowtorch, the SMACKS MR E IN THE HEAD! Mr. E rolls around on the ground, with a big gash on his forehead. Bonez rolls into the ring, then grabs the gas can. He pulls the lid off the gas can, as he stands over Mr. E. Mr E kicks Bonez in the groin! Bonez falls to his knees, and sets down the gascan. Mr E stands to his feet, grabbing Bonez by the waist, lifting him in the air. Mr. E carries Bonez upside down, as he lifts him on his shoulders. Mr. E walks to the ropes, then THROWS BONEZ OVER! Bonez smacks on the ground, with his head bouncing off the ground. MR. E leans forward on the ropes, as Bonez lays on the ground, holding his skull. Mr. E grabs the gascan, then climbs outside of the ring. Mr. E takes the gascan, then douses Bonez in the flammable liquid. Soon, everyone around can smell the odor from the gas. Bonez wipes the liquid off of his face, as Mr E picks up his opponent, rolling him back into the ring. Mr. E grabs the blowtorch, then plays with the knob. Jestina walks around the outside of the ring, then tosses the matches into the ring. Mr. E grabs the matches, then strikes a match, holding it to the torch. The torch ignites! You can almost see the wicked grin peering through the mask, as he looks to Bonez, who is backing into the corner. Covered in gasoline, Bonez looks for an escapes, as Mr. E slowly paces towards his opponent. The crowd begins to cheer, but it is slowly covered by jeers, as CLARKSON AND DENISON COME RUNNING DOWN THE AISLE! Clarkson slides in the ring first, taking Mr. E out with a clothesline. Clarkson begins to punch the juggernaut in the head repeatedly, as Denison looks to Bonez. Bonez and Denison share a long staredown, as Clarkson lifts up MR. E throwing him into the turnbuckle, then charging after him with a shoulder to the gut. Mr. E stumbles around, where Denison charges after him hitting a SPINNING DDT! Bonez looks in amazement, but Clarkson quickly gets up and walks over to Bonez. Bonez throws a right at Clarkson, who stumbles back! Bonez hits him again, then Denison approaches Bonez, dropping the torch. Bonez punches Denison then picks him up and scoopslams him to the mat. Clarkson grabs Bonez, who throws Clarkson into the corner. Denison goes after Bonez again, only this time he tackles him to the mat. The two begin to roll around the ring exchanging punches, as Clarkson gets to his feet. MR. E is starting to move, but MADDOG IS MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE AISLE TOO!!

C.P: Oh god! Business is picking up! The AoW is here, and they are going to take care of some fucking business,yeah! Fuck ‘em up!

T.L: A match is going on. What do they think they are doing?

C.P: What the fuck does it look like? Takin’ care of business, goddammit!

Maddog has the staple gun in his hand, as he slides in the ring. He walks over to Bonez, then kicks him in the head. Bonez rolls off of Denison then gets to his feet! Bonez stares at Maddog, before the two begin to exchange punches! Clarkson grabs the staple gun as it falls to the ground. MR. E gets to his feet, only to be grabbed by Denison. Clarkson walks over to MR. E kicking him in the stomach! Clarkson grabs him by the waist, the hoists him in the air! Denison holds Mr. E upside down, as Clarkson snickers, then FALLS TO HIS KNESS WITH THE FINAL JUDGEMENT! MR. E's skull smacks the ground. Bonez is working on Maddog in the corner, as Denison grabs the Blowtorch! Denison lights the blowtorch then walks over to an unsuspecting Bonez. Bonez has Maddog on the ground, who is trying to block the punches. Denison leans the torch against the back of Bonez, then HIS WHOLE BODY ENGULFS IN FLAMES!!! Bonez violently falls to the ground, rolling around, trying to douse the flames. Bonez rolls out of the ring, then manages to get the flames out. Maddog rolls out of the ring, then grabs Bonez by the hair, rolling him back into the ring. Maddog grabs a mic from the announcers table, tossing it into the ring. Denison pulls a wad of bills out of his pocket handing it to Clarkson. Clarkson climbs in and grabs Mr. E by the head, slapping a bill on the open area at the top of his mask. CLICK! The staple gun jams the steel into the skull of Mr. E, who rolls on the ground violently. Maddog hands Clarkson a microphone.

CLARKSON: MR. E, it seems you have come back for more, huh? Oh, we are not the same person, you and I. Sure a year ago, we may have been similar. We may have had similar goals. But in case you haven’t paid attention, I am all that matters. You want in the Ultimate Hardcore Cup tournament against me? You want to try and do what you couldn’t do a year ago? You want to try to do what anyone else has failed at doing? Let me tell you this, juggernaut. I will be standing, when it all ends. I am the King of Hardcore. I am unbeatable. Let this be a reminder of things to come in the near future.

Clarkson stands to his feet, then walks over to Bonez, who is laying in pain, with burns on his body.

CLARKSON: Bonez. You want to stick around and try to enter the tournament as well? You were nothing before I took you under my wing. You were nothing with me. You sure as shit are nothing now that you can't hide behind my coattails. Your career has gone up in flames, and its nothing but smoke now. Just like you are now! Bonez, like I have said all along, nothing personal, its just business.

Clarkson stands to his feet, dropping the mic. He kicks Bonez in the chest, with Denison adding a couple more for good measure afterwards. Then the three get out of the ring, walking to the back to a chorus of boos.

C.P: Oh, so you’re sayin’ that everyone else has a just cause in their actions? Fuck that.

T.L: Well, it just goes to show you the level that the Apocalypse of Wrestling have lowered for others.

C.P: Bullshit, Ton, bullshit. You ain’t sayin’ nothing close to the truth.

T.L: Swaying away from that situation, we go back to the hardcore with a tables ladders, and light tubes match!

C.P: Sean Van X and Acid..hmmm…both of ‘em are bitches.

[ A small snippet of the confrontation between Acid and Sean Van X at “Made of Glass” plays, bringing us to their most current encounter last week at Liberation Television. Sean Van X is shown leaping off the top rope and colliding with Acid, driving him to the canvas. As we cut back to the ring, Sean Van X is making his way down to the ring, jumping onto the apron and entering the ring. ]

When Sean Van X enters the ring, he locks his eyes on Acid, showing everyone that he is ready for an all out war! The referee knows that these two are ready and willing to rip each other apart at this point, so he calls for the bell immediately.

T.L: We are off to the start of this bout, folks!

Sean Van X and Acid charge at one another, locking horns upon contact. Acid tries to pull one of his arms back to take a swing at Van X, but Van X ducks and goes around back with a waist lock. From the waist lock, Sean Van X runs Acid into the ropes, attempting a roll up from behind, but Acid holds onto the ropes and shucks Van X away.

C.P: Isn’t this supposed to be hardcore? Again, more bullshit.

T.L: Don’t worry, Cody, I’m sure they’ll go to the hardcore limit.

C.P: Aw, Ton, you are one twisted fucker, ya know that?

T.L: Cody, keep your mind out of the gutter.

Acid turns around, hoping that he had knocked Van X to the canvas, meeting a kick to the midsection followed by an irish-whip. Acid runs toward the ropes, followed by Van X from behind. As Acid turns and hits the ropes, Van X clips him in the chin with a spinning heel kick, knocking him over the top rope and down to the outside. Van X turns and runs toward the far ropes, coming back toward that section of the ring. Acid starts to his feet, but by this time Van X has now halted his running by grabbing onto the top rope and flipping himself over the top rope! His body comes crashing down across Acid’s upper half, forcing him to stumble back and fall into the railing!

T.L: High risk maneuver by Van X!

C.P: High risk? Nah, fucka, he’s had Acid stunned. He knew he could hit that, just like Denison knows when he’s gonna hit the peace-pipe.

It takes a few minutes before both men are stable and back on their feet. Sean Van X pulls Acid toward one of the many ladders lined up along the outside of the ring, possibly making an attempt to bash Acid’s head into the ladder. Sean winds Acid’s head back, but Acid pulls away and turns Sean around to face him. Acid jabs him in the chin with several stinging rights, then lifts him up with a scoop-slam set-up. Acid lifts up slightly and drops Sean Van X chin first over the apron! Van X drops to his knees after hitting his jaw clear off the side of the apron, clutching with agony. Acid uses this time to grab a trash can full of light tubes and slides it onto the apron, then he goes back for a ladder. He starts folding up the ladder, but Sean Van X is back and ready to rumble. Acid turns around with the ladder in his hands, only to have Sean Van X tear it away from him. Van X thrusts the ladder forward and bounces the barbed-wire wrapped ladder off of Acid’s head, THUD! Acid staggers back, as Van X lifts the ladder high above his head and spins around, cracking the end of the ladder off the side of Acid’s head, knocking him flat onto his ass with barbed-wire slightly sticking to his skin and wrestling attire. Van X flips the ladder so the top is facing the ground, he lifts it up, as he pushes Acid onto his back with a kick. Van X drops the ladder down and slams it into Acid’s midsection with such force that it almost brings Acid to the point of vomiting. Sean Van X turns and throws the ladder over the top rope, along with two others.

T.L: What would you need with the likes of three ladders?

C.P: A ladder orgy? Fuck, I have no fuckin’ idea, why’d you ask me in the first place, bitch-ass.

Van X reaches up to grab onto the middle rope to pull himself onto the apron, but Acid sees it fit to nail him in the back from behind. Van X releases the rope from his grip, as Acid slathers him with a few more blows to the back of the head. Van X holds onto the apron for a few seconds before Acid rolls him back into the ring. Acid pulls himself onto the apron and picks up the trash can full of tubes and leans over the ropes, setting the light tubes on the mat. Acid enters the ring and slams his boot across Van X’s back before he pulls him up off the canvas. Acid makes an attempt at sending Van X into the turnbuckle with short whip, but Van X reverses it sending Acid into the buckle with force. Acid stumbles away from the turnbuckle and Van X devastates him with a diving forearm to the side of the head. Acid falls back against the turnbuckle and Sean Van X moves in with a few fury-filled kicks to this stomach and ribs. Van X turns around and flips the trash can over, scattering light tubes all around that section of the ring. Acid makes his way out of the turnbuckle, but by now Sean Van X is back up to his feet.

T.L: Van X has one of the glass light tubes!

C.P: I’ve said over a hundred fuckin’ times, please don’t state the fucking obvious.

T.L: But…Van X looks to be head hunting!

Sean Van X takes a swing at Acid’s head with the tube, but Acid ducks under to avoid the blow, picking up a tube of his own! Acid takes a swing at Van X’s leg, but Van X jumps up to avoid a blow of his own! As Van X’s feet hit the mat again, Acid swings the tube from the side and clips Sean across the back of the head, BOOM! Acid nails Van X with a kick to the midsection, stunning him for a few seconds while he grabs another light tube. Sean grabs onto the ladder wrapped in barbed-wire and laced with tubes with one hand, as he grabs Acid’s head with the other. With a quick swing, Van X slams Acid head first into a light tube! CRUNCH! The tube breaks on Acid’s forehead, slathering his forehead in several speckles of fresh blood. Van X releases his grip on the ladder and turns Acid toward him, lifting him into a scoop and a slam! Sean Van X makes his way over to the trash can, where light tubes are scattered all over the canvas. He picks up several tubes in his hands and goes back over to the two ladders, placing the tubes between the two seven foot ladders.

T.L: I’m baffled!

C.P: Fuckin’ retard…

Sean Van X pulls Acid up to his knees, stunning him with several jabs to the chin. He gets him up to his feet and drags him over near the ladders, giving him a kick to the midsection. Van X picks up the third ladder and sets it up, stepping backwards onto the rungs of the ladder. Grabbing onto Acid’s head, he pulls him up the ladder with him.

T.L: Van X is in control.

With a few forearms to the side of the head, Van X continues to pull Acid upward. They get to the middle of the lengthy ladder, giving Van X the opportunity to work Acid over with a few more punches to open him. The ladder starts to wobble, so Van X ceases with the blows, as he positions his arms around Acid’s back and clasping his fingers together, clutching Acid around the waist. Acid tries to flip Van X over his back, but Van X catches himself and releases one arm to blast Acid across the back with the tip of his elbow. Quickly, Van X puts his arms back in place. Van X tries to lift Acid off the, but his attempt is stopped by Acid forcing his weight down.

T.L: Van X can’t seem to lift Acid up off the ladder..

Van X shifts his weight drastically and sunset flips over Acid’s shoulders and hooks him around the waist, pulling down with full force. Acid’s grip breaks and he comes tumbling down into the sunset flip, landing neck first through the bridged light tubes! CRASH! Acid lands flat across his back on the canvas with Van X landing in a seated pinning position. The referee dives down to make the count, but Sean flips Acid out of the pinfall.

T.L: What is Van X thinking?

C.P: I’m sure it helps to see your brother coming down the ramp to help your ass.

Chris Van X hurries down to the ringside area from the back, as Sean pulls Acid up to his feet and slams his forearm across the side of Acid’s head. From the forearm, Sean hooks Acid around the neck and grabs the leg, then drives him to the mat with a snap suplex! Chris Van X scurries to place two ladders wrapped in barb-wire and light tubes near each other on the outside of the ring. He proceeds in setting up one table, which is wrapped in barb-wire and light tubes that lays across the both of them. Chris Van X helps set up a third ladder near the scaffold-like contraption, then he goes to the apron of the ring and pulls Acid to the outside. With his back facing the rungs, he starts climbing the ladder, pulling Acid up as well. After climbing up several feet, they get to the level of he table and Chris forces Acid onto the table. He lays Acid across the table and keeps him at bay with a few punches to the chest and head, subduing him further. Inside the ring, Sean Van X positions the fifteen-foot high ladder right next to the ropes in the turnbuckle. He gets to the very top of the ladder, slightly losing his balance – eventually being able to stand upright without any shaking. Chris Van X climbs down the ladder and moves out of the way, as his brother Sean leaps from the top of the ladder!

T.L: A high risk maneuver from Sean Van X! Can he hit it?!

Van X pumps his body for the frog splash, plummeting with velocity toward the outside of the ring. He comes down directly across Acid’s chest and stomach with the frog splash, breaking him through the table that had been bridged over the two ladders! BOOM! The table snaps in half, broken glass flies in all directions and the barbed-wire springs out wildly. The forceful movement brings the ladders to tip inward, as both men fall several feet through the table, crashing down across the cold, hard concrete floor in a heap of debris. Sean Van X stays in position with his body over Acid’s, as the referee scurries from the ring in shock. Laying flat across the floor, unable to avoid the shrapnel, he pushes some glass out of the way in order to slap his hand across the floor. His hand flies up and hits the floor with a slap, ”ONE!……TWO!…..THREE!” The referee jumps up and whips his hand into the air, calling for the bell. Chris Van X steps in and helps his brother rise to his feet, raising his arm in the air with victory.

C.P: You think that’s hardcore? Hell, he ain’t shit in the hardcore world and we all know it. Fuck, you wanna see hardcore? Watch Gary Britton in the next fuckin’ bout, bitch.

T.L: It couldn’t get anymore brutal than our next bout, a two hundred light tubes match!

C.P: Couldn’t get any more fuckin’ brutal? Just wait until Clarkson rips Shocker a new asshole in the main event. But, I’m sure Shocker would like that…then he could get fucked twice as much, ‘cause you know damn well he’s a packer.

T.L: Cody! What are you thinking?

C.P: Jus’ speakin’ my mind, bro, jus’ speakin’ my mind.

T.L: How about actually calling a match? I’m sure the fans would appreciate that more than any homosexual reference that you could ever come up with.

[ “Wait and Bleed” by Slipknot cranks up, as a variance of Chris Van X and Gary “Liberator” Britton clips play, with one clip of Van X clip followed by a Britton clip. The clip footage merges together, bringing a still-frame picture of Van X and Britton facing each other with blood caked faces. ]

T.L: Did you notice the pyramid of tables stacked with light tubes and wrapped in barbed-wire below the balcony here, Cody?

C.P: Now that ya mention it…no.

Britton and Chris Van X start circling, starting out near the ropes and slowly circling in closer. Britton breaks the circle by running right in toward Van X, thrusting their arms up into a tie-up. Van X pushes Britton back a few inches, but Britton struggles back. The two push each other back and forth, somewhat of a tug-of-war situation. The tie-up is broken with a knee thrown with full force into Van X’s stomach by Britton. Britton grabs Chris Van X by the back of the head and runs him toward the turnbuckle. With one heavy push, Britton slams Van X head first against the top turnbuckle cover and turns him around. Blasting a few harsh right hands off the side of Van X’s head, Britton tries to throw Van X head first into the light tubes strung up around the ring. Van X pulls away from Britton’s grasp, turning and grabbing Britton by the head. Chris manages to pull Britton’s head forward, bashing him forehead first against several light tubes. Furiously, Van X continues to slam Britton’s head against the tubes until one of the tube finally breaks! The shattered glass is forced into Britton’s forehead, slightly busting him open, as Van X swings him around and slams him head first against the top buckle. Van X winds up to crack Britton against the back of the head, but Britton swings his leg back and mule-kicks Van X in the lower region!

T.L: Yow!

C.P: Taking the low road will usually never get your ass anywhere, but that time…perfection!

Gary “Liberator” Britton turns around and starts rifling off punches at Van X’s skull with pure authority, bringing Van X to his knees. Britton pulls Van X’s head down to a lower position and lifts his leg up and drops the bottom of his boot across the back of Van X’s skull, draping him across the mat. Britton leans over and pulls Van X slightly off the mat, nailing him with several straight rights to the head. Britton slams his knee into Van X’s midsection with enough force to huddle Van X over. Gary Britton grabs Van X by the back of the neck and places his hand on the small of his back, forcing Van X toward the ropes with force. With a huge swing, Britton wings Van X into a section of light tubes that have been taped to the ropes! BOOM! Over a dozen tubes explode, as Chris Van X is ejected through the top and middle rope and to the outside! Britton grabs onto the top rope and springs himself over the top rope, coming down with his elbow extended.

C.P: I haven’t seen a fuckin’ elbow drop like that in ages!

Britton manages to clip the edge of Chris Van X’s ribs with the elbow drop, shuddering him upon impact. As Britton’s body hits the floor, he flips over grabbing onto his hip with excruciating pain. Chris Van X struggles to his hands and knees, grabbing at a table that is littered with light tubes. His hand reaches one of the tubes and he slowly brings it down, as he starts back up to his feet. Britton is back up and he tries to pull Van X back up, but Van X swings the light tube upward and cracks it against Britton’s lower “area”! The tube explodes, forcing Britton to stagger backward with his hands cupped over his “area”!

T.L: It would be different if that were a test tube, folks.

C.P: You…you’re fuckin’ retarded, ya know that?

Britton staggers into a stiff elbow to the side of the head, followed up by Van X grabbing onto another light tube. Van X swings the tube and bashes it off the side of Britton’s head, nearly leveling him with the shot. Britton places his hand on the side of his forehead, as blood starts dripping through his fingers in a fairly steady fashion. Van X proceeds to grab more light tubes, this time placing several of the longer tubes in the corner section of the guardrail. First making sure the tubes will stay in place, Van X makes his way back over to Britton to punish him with a few more jabs to the side of the head. He drags Britton near the tubes and keeps him in place with a kick the gut. Chris Van X backs up to gain some much needed momentum, charging full force at his opponent. Without any hesitation, Van X goes low and hits his shoulder against Britton’s thigh, bringing him into the air with a high octane spear! Van X lifts up and buries Britton into the light tubes, crashing the back of his head up against the guardrail.

T.L: OH MY GOD!

A cloud of broken particles of glass and the powder from inside the light tubes hovers over the two men, soon coming into view. Britton holds onto the back of his head, as the camera zooms in on his bloodied forehead. Van X backs away and takes a second to catch a slight breath before getting back up to his feet. Leaning over, he tries to pull Britton back up to his feet, not knowing that Britton had grabbed ahold of a shard of broken glass. Van X pulls even harder, but Britton stops his attempts by swinging the broken shard of glass up and into the side of Van X’s forehead! The glass penetrates the scarred forehead of Van X, plunging in possibly a half inch deep. Britton pulls his hand away, along with the glass, as blood begins spilling down Van X’s face! Van X backs away, as Britton grabs onto both sections of the railing and pulls himself up. Without any hesitation, the bloodied Britton grabs both sides of Van X’s head and forces him down to his knees. Britton gouges the piece of glass into Van X’s cranium again, this time grinding the glass across several inches, revealing a jagged incision! Blood starts oozing along the clean cut of the glass, coating Van X with crimson. Gary “Liberator” Britton sends the shard of glass to the floor, shedding the weapon to find another. Britton walks a few feet away toward the bundles of light tubes that occupy the table. Britton leans over to grab some of the scattered tubes, but Chris Van X approaches from behind fairly quickly. With a quick leap, he nearly scales the table, grabbing onto the back of Britton’s head with a form of a side-headlock. Bringing his weight down, Van X sends Britton crashing head first into the tubes with the running bulldog! The tubes crash and break all around, tipping the table over with the edge clipping Britton in the midsection. ”THAT’S HARDCORE! THAT’S HARDCORE”, the crowd cheers with acceptance of Chris Van X’s nearly last ditch effort to keep Britton down. Britton lays fully on his back, trailing a puddle of blood down onto the floor. Chris Van X wipes the blood away from his eyes, as he struggles to his knees. Using the guardrail, Chris Van X finds his way back up to a standing position. He turns around and flips the table over and tries to cover Britton, as the referee stands nearly a few feet away. ONE…….TWO…..KICK OUT!

T.L: I can’t believe that Gary Britton actually had enough in him to kick out!

C.P: Britton loves pain, Ton. He loves it just as much as I love the liquid courage.

T.L: That’s for sure.

After Britton’s kick out, he flips over onto his stomach and grabs Chris Van X by the throat and struggles to his knees. On their knees, both men exchange a plethora of blows, but somehow get back up to their feet! Van X shoves Britton into the apron of the rin and comes at him with a kick to the gut. Britton doubles over and this gives Van X the opportunity to roll Britton back into the ring. Van X follows Britton back into the ring, making an attempt to bring Gary “Liberator” Britton back up to his feet. Britton struggles to keep himself on his knees, blasting off several left-handed blows to Van X’s stomach. Stunning Van X, Gary Britton grabs hold of Chris’ arm and flips him to the mat with a fireman’s carry takedown. Britton gets to his feet and wearily pulls Van X back up and grabs him by the wrist with an irish-whip. Nearly completing the whip into the ropes, Chris Van X somehow reverses it and sends Britton into the far ropes. Britton springs off the ropes and Britton tries to leap frog over Van X, but gets caught in mid-air on Van X’s shoulders! Chris Van X lifts Britton upward a slight bit staggering toward the turnbuckle, where a light tube log-cabin is waiting to be used. Quickly stepping forward into a release powerbomb, Britton’s body comes down with impact across the light tube log-cabin. Glass shards and dust float upward, as Britton lays among the scattered shards and broken segments of the light tubes.

T.L: My lord!

Britton rolls from side to side, as the broken glass digs into his back. Van X falls to his knees, as he starts wiping the quickly drying blood away from the corners of his eyes. Seeing that Gary Britton will be down for quite some time, Chris Van X uses all of the might that he has left to bring himself back up to his feet. Staggering, Van X makes his way over to the section of the ropes where light tubes are still intact. It takes him several seconds before he can untangle the tape away from the tubes to release them, but he manages to do so. After collecting four light tube, he slowly walks over to Britton near the turnbuckle. Placing the light tubes underneath his left arm, he leans over and pulls Britton closer to the center of the ring. He pulls him several feet away from the buckle, swinging the light tubes up into both hands. He positions his hands and holds onto the four light tubes with his left hand, propping the tubes under his right elbow. Van X drops his elbow, crashing the tubes across Britton’s chest. Britton winces slightly, but reveals his crooked smile with blood infesting the cracks of his teeth. Van X leans over and grabs him by the head and pulls him up by the head, nailing him directly between the eyes.

T.L: X marks the spot, hah!

C.P: Very fucking clever, Ton.

Van X pulls Britton up and hooks him in a somewhat sloppy side headlock, dragging him toward the ropes. Van X tries to sling Britton into the tubes, but Britton bashes him in the ribs with a heavy swing with his right hand. Van X staggers to the left, giving Britton enough room to lift his leg and stomp him in the midsection. Van X huddles over, while Britton pries a light tube free from its taped position on the ropes. Britton swings the light tube over Van X and places the tube near the back of Van X’s head, then grabs them around the side of the neck, locking his leg into place around Chris’. Britton leans forward, but forces himself back with full force dropping Van X onto the back of his head, landing directly on the light tube! Crash! Gary Britton is the first to get to his feet, laying several stiff boots down onto Van X’s chest to keep him on the mat. Meanwhile, Britton staggers slightly as he makes his way over to the turnbuckle. He ascends the turn buckle, climbing onto the apron. Britton again pries another light tube loose, this one being significantly longer than the previous. Soon, Gary “Liberator” Britton makes his way back up the turnbuckle with light tube in hand.

T.L: What does Britton have on his agenda?

C.P: Truthfully. Somethin’ fuckin’ sick, bro.

Britton holds onto the seven foot light tube with both hands, securing them behind both of his kneecaps. Seeing that Van X has shown very little movement yet, Britton flips off the top rope for an Arabian face-buster with the light tube! It becomes for evident that Van X was playing possum, as he sits up and rolls to the side to avoid the face-buster! Britton’s legs and tailbone crash down across the tube with all of his weight, crunching the tube into thousands of tiny shards. Chris Van X is back on Britton like a rabid pitbull, thrusting his fist against Britton’s already bloodied forehead. Not long after, Chris Van X pulls Britton up to his feet and positions his head between his legs, hooking him around the waist. Van X lifts up, but somehow Britton pulls down and lifts Van X up over his back for what looks to be a back-body drop. But once Van X is forced into the air, Britton grabs hold of Van X’s legs and pulls him back down to the canvas with a spine-buster! Britton staggers forward, stepping over Chris Van X, limping toward the far turnbuckle. Britton falls to his knees against the turnbuckle, holding onto the two sections of the middle rope. He takes a deep breath, before he even attempts standing back up. He turns around to see Chris Van X nearing his feet already. Van X sees Britton near the buckle and starts at him with full force. With that Britton ducks under and flips Van X over the top rope with a high back-body drop! Chris graces the apron of the ring with his head, slapping his body against the unforgiving concrete floor. The crowd shows their emotion toward the brutality in the ring, now bursting out full force into their sanctuary. Britton exits the ring on the far side, where light tubes are already removed from the ropes. He picks up a steel chair on his way around the side of the ring to get toward Van X, who now has a bundle of light tubes in hand. Stumbling toward the railing, Van X grabs on with his free hand to hold himself up. Britton turns around the corner and sees Van X, going straight for him. Van X tries to put the tubes up in time, but Britton nails him with a kick to the gut. Van X drops the tube, breaking several of them, as Britton takes a massive swing with the chair. Success, THUD! Chris Van X flops backward, falling backward and over the railing into the crowd.

T.L: My lord!

C.P: Fan-fucking-tastic!

Britton leans over the railing to see where Van X is and when he finally sees him, Britton tosses the chair down across his head, THUD! Quickly, Gary Britton climbs over the railing, as Chris Van X starts to slowly recover. Van X grabs onto a steel chair and folds it up, just as Britton tries to pry him off the floor. Van X turns around and jabs the end of the chair into Britton’s midsection, doubling him over. Van X takes a swing the chair and wraps it off the back of Britton’s head, knocking down to his knees. Van X lifts the chair up again, this time cracking the chair off the top of Britton’s head with such authority that the seat of the chair dents on impact! When he sees the dent, Van X tosses the chair to the side and slings his arm around Britton’s head to bring him to his feet with a side headlock. Van X drags Britton through the crowd, coming up on the huge pyramid made of tables. Van X turns to Britton and grabs him by the head with one hand and lobs him head first into the side of one of the tables! Britton’s head bounces directly off a length of barbed-wire that nearly sticks to his scalp!

T.L: This is truly sick!

C.P: Tell me about it, butch.

T.L: Butch?

C.P: In all integrity, I think you’re a fuckin’ woman.

Britton pulls the barbed-wire loose from his flesh, as Chris Van X nails him with a knee-lift to the spine. Britton staggers toward the stairs that lead up the balcony, falling down and laying across the steps. Chris Van X steps over Britton and tugs on his head, forcing him to follow Van X up the stairway. Crew members move out of the way, as Van X pulls Britton up the stairs, blasting him with several weak punches to the side of the head to keep him from fighting back. They reach the top of the stairs with the camera peering over at Lockton and Prime, who turn around to see the action coming their way.

T.L: Oh no!

C.P: Fuck yeah! Kill ‘em, Britton! [yelling loudly, nearly causing microphone feedback on his headset]

Chris Van X tries to slam Britton head first into the wall, but he puts his hand up and blocks the blow. Britton hooks his arm around Van X’s back and lifts him up and drops him down onto the balcony floor with a belly-to-back suplex, SLAP! Both men’s bodies clap against the hard floor, showing that the move has taken most of what they had left in them.

T.L: It looks like that offense has stalled both men!

C.P: Gee, I fuckin’ wonder.

Both men slowly approach their feet after a few seconds of down time. Britton is the first to throw a punch, staggering Van X with a right hook. Britton charges forward and grabs Van X by the back of the head and leads him straight for the commentator’s table.

C.P: Oh shit! Move out of the way, Ton!

Prime and Lockton scatter away from the table, as Britton slams Chris Van X across it’s top. Van X struggles to pull his head up, thrusting his elbow back into Britton’s chest. Britton staggers back enough to allow Chris Van X to turn around. With a quick right jab, Van X capitalizes by returning the favor and slamming Britton’s head against the table! Van X turns Britton back around and knees him in the midsection and drags him toward the edge of the balcony, where the pyramid of light tube, barbed-wire covered tables await. Van X hooks Britton by the waist, but Britton grabs onto the backs of Chris Van X’s legs and holds on tightly, making sure to not allow Van X to pick him up. Britton staggers forward, bringing Van X down with a double leg takedown. Britton crawls over Van X and starts thudding his fists off of the side of his head, trying desperately to get him back up to his feet. Britton finally gets him back up and hooks him around the head and hooks Van X by the leg. He takes a step back to lift Van X up, but Van X blocks any attempt at a suplex by wrapping his leg around Britton’s! Van X swings his free arm and clips Britton in the side of the ribs, turning Britton around in order to lift him up.

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

C.P: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! C’mon, Britton!

Britton doesn’t have enough strength to keep himself on the balcony, as Chris Van X lifts him up.

C.P: Van X is a cocksucker!

Chris Van X tries to release Britton with the suplex, in order not to fall with him, but Britton swings his weight down across Van X with somewhat of a cross body block, forcing himself and Van X to topple over the edge of the balcony. Cody Prime screams with encouragement, as they plummet down across the stacked tables that have been wrapped in barbed-wire and laced with light tubes. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The light tubes explode upon impact, as both men crash down through each level of the stacked tables, bringing them both to fall nearly fifteen feet to the concrete floor! ”HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”, the crowd erupts. The referee turns his attention toward the ring and starts jumping up and down, calling for the bell.

Officials and medics rush through the crowd to get to both men, who are covered in pieces of broken table, shards of broken glass, and nearly a mile of unwound barbed-wire. Officials help pull the pieces of broken table out of the way, as several medics help both men to their feet. Chris Van X, stunned slightly, pulls himself out of the clutches of the medics and goes right at Britton. Britton looks up to see Chris Van X coming at him, lifting his hands up to block an attack. Chris Van X doesn’t even care about Britton lifting up his arms, as he takes several heavy swings at Britton. The two tangle-up, wrestling for the upperhand. The two struggle to the floor, exchanging several blows. Chris Van X rolls Britton onto his back and swings his arm back to knock the living daylights out of him, but several officials grabs Van X and pull him away from Britton. Both men struggle to get at one another again, but they are held back in order for the medics to make their decision on whether the men are fit to continue or not. From the looks of the puddles of blood around the debri, the medics declare that neither man is fit to continue any further.

T.L: I can’t believe that these two are still trying to get at one another!

C.P: Let them fucking fight!

T.L: It’s probable that neither men should attempt continuing due to the blood loss in this contest. It was a good decision in my eyes.

C.P: Fuck that!

Both men are finally psychically restrained from harming one another even further, bringing our attention upward toward our colleagues on the top of the balcony.

C.P: Get used to it, fucka.

A clip of the Van X Boyz challenging the “Brass-Knuckles Tag-Team” champions at the time, The Purveyors of Perfection.

A clip of Sean Van X and Bonez plummeting fifteen feet from the top of the scaffold at “Made of Glass” is played.

Another clip plays; The referees at “Made of Glass” hand over the championship belts to Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson and Chris Van X, claiming them the decisive tag-team champions.

1) Barb-wire circus net over the ring

1) more scaffold another 10 feet above the first one (adding twenty five feet of scaffold above the ring)

2) The 2nd scaffold has tacks all over it. Flames on both sides and weapons laying among the scaffolding.

The tag belts are hanging off one end on a pole 3 or 4 feet out. To win you must get the belts. Competitors can fall off the scaffold without elimination from the bout.

C.P: The challenge has been fuckin’ set!

T.L: Speaking of challenges, Cyrus wanted a return match between himself and G-Man. Upon request, he got what he had wanted!

C.P: It must help bein’ Mario’s bitch.

As G-Man enters the cage Cyrus charge’s him with a furry of rights and lefts. G-Man stumbles backwards into the corner. G-Man starts to battle back with some fist of his own. The two men exchange punches until G-Man brings his knee into the gut of Cyrus and temporarily knocks the breath out of him. G-Man back’s him into the rope’s the irish whips him across the ring. As he comes back G-Man goes for a sunset flip but Cyrus leap frogs over him. Cyrus stops then falls into a chop block on the back of G-Man’s right leg.

T.L.: Cyrus has already started on weakening up the legs of G-Man.

C.P.: G-Man should have given up before the bell even fuckin’ sounded!

Cyrus then gives a few quick stomps on the back of G-Mans leg. He then walks over and lift’s G-Man up. Cyrus then hooks G-Man’s head under his arm. He then flips G-Man over in a snap suplex. Cyrus bounces up and then turns around and stomps on the leg of G-Man again. Cyrus then stands up and does a knee drop onto the lower leg of G-Man. He gets up and lifts up G-Man. Cyrus whips him into the corner. Cyrus follows him but G-Man ducks and flips Cyrus over the turnbuckle and right into the cage. Cyrus’ body lays on the ring post.

T.L.: Good lord, Cyrus nailed that cage with a lot of force.

C.P.: Well at least G-Man mounted some type of offense!

G-Man turn’s to the corner where he starts to punch away at the head of Cyrus. G-Man then grabs Cyrus by the hair and begins to rake his head against the cage. G-Man then punches him in the head. You then see a small trickle of blood come out of the head of Cyrus. G-Man then drags Cyrus into the ring. G-Man lays him on his stomach then walks behind him and sits on his back. He then lifts up on his chin and clinches in with a camel clutch. Cyrus wakes up in pain and begins to quench in pain. G-Man pulls back as Cyrus bellows out in pain. He tries to reach the ropes, but he can’t. The blood from his head has now made it down the tip of his nose and drips off and hits the mat. Cyrus grabs a hold of the ropes and G-Man lets go. As Cyrus starts to pull himself up G-Man comes up to Cyrus and punches him in the head. Cyrus fights back with a elbow to the gut. Cyrus then gets up on his feet. G-Man charges Cyrus but is side stepped and Cyrus shove’s him into the cage. G-Man bounces off and falls back onto the mat.

T.L.: That was a smart move by Cyrus!

C.P.: Or a dumb one by G-Man!

Cyrus walks over to G-Man and lifts up his right leg.. Cyrus kick’s the back of it a few short times. He then falls to the mat and wrap’s his legs around G-Man’s right leg. Cyrus pull’s on the leg of G-Man who scream’s in pain. Cyrus twist the leg some more. G-Man sits up and looks at Cyrus in pain. G-Man then bawls up his fist and punches Cyrus in the face. Cyrus doesn’t let go just holds on tighter. G-Man then hits him a few more times. After each hit you see the blood and sweat fly off the face of Cyrus. G-Man takes his free leg and swings up and hits Cyrus in the head with it. Cyrus lets go of his hold. G-Man goes to get up but can barely stand on the hurt leg. He looks over at Cyrus who is trying to get up. G-Man does a standing elbow drop to the back of the head of Cyrus. From the force Cyrus’ head bounces against the mat and his head bust open even more.

T.L.: The blood gates are being swung open!

C.P.: What in the fuck do you smoke before you come out here?

T.L.: You know I don’t smoke anything, Cody!

C.P.: Yea, I’m fuckin’ sure you don’t!

G-Man grabs the head of Cyrus he brings it up to his knee and smashes it against his knee a few times. G-Man then hooks Cyrus in a headlock position. Cyrus starts to reach for the ropes but is to far away. G-Man tightens his lock as the blood from Cyrus is now going into his eyeballs. Cyrus lays there in pain as his eyes start to close. The referee raises Cyrus’ arm once and then it falls. He lifts it up again and it falls again. As he grabs it the third time Cyrus grabs the referee by the shirt and pulls him down and he bumps heads with G-Man. G-Man falls off of Cyrus and they all three lay on the mat.

T.L.: All three men are knocked out!

C.P.: Clarkson needs to come beat the shit out of them both right now. He won’t even have to break a sweat!

Cyrus is the first to stagger to his feet, leaning over to pull the referee up to his feet. He shakes the referee slightly, but he sees there is no way of bringing the referee back in from his unconscious state. So, Cyrus tosses him back down to the mat and goes for G-Man, picking him up by one leg. G-Man tries to kick Cyrus away, but Cyrus leans in with his knee against’ G-Man’s and drops to the mat. Cyrus drives his knee down directly across G-Man’s, sandwiching it against the mat. Cyrus pulls the leg back up and spins around, connecting with a figure four! G-Man sits up and thrashes his arms at Cyrus, but Cyrus leans back and avoids the blows. A groan of pure agony is emitted from G-Man’s vocal chords and he knows damn well there is no way to escape the hold! The referee finally shakes his head slightly, still dazed, seeing the figure four applied. G-Man struggles to reach the ropes, but Cyrus reaches into his boot and pulls something out. G-Man sits up and tries to take a swing at Cyrus, but just as he does so; Cyrus sends a cloud of powder into his eyes. The referee dives down, as G-Man slams his shoulders off the mat. Out from the back comes Mario C. with a microphone in hand, surely making his presence known.

Mario C: Yo! How are we all doing tonight!

The crowd cheers Mario C. on, as he makes way around the cage nearest to G-Man. He puts his hand over the microphone, as he instructs the referee to open the door to the steel cage. Once the referee on the outside of the cage gets the door open, Mario C. makes his way inside. He walks around the ring and finally makes his way over to G-Man and kneels down with the microphone up to his mouth.

Mario C: Do you give up, G-Man? G-Meister, c’mon!

G-Man struggles to shake his head “no”, blinding searching for Mario C.

Mario C: Can you hear my voice?

Mario puts the microphone up to G-Man’s mouth, “Yes, you fucking idiot.”, but just before G-Man answers Mario C. quickly rambles off, “Do you give up?” Mario pulls the microphone away from G-Man’s mouth and he takes a step back and looks at the referee.

Mario C: You heard it, ref! This match is done! You heard it!

With hesitation, the referee calls for the bell and Cyrus releases the figure four. He starts to his feet, but he sees G-Man slowly trying to get back up to his feet. Raged filled, G-Man stumbles to his feet and takes a blind swing in Mario’s direction, but Cyrus rushes at him from the side and levels him with closeline. Mario C approaches the situation and he takes a jump into a stomp across G-Man’s chest. Cyrus joins in and the two begin stomping the living hell out of G-Man. When G-Man seems to have no fight left in him, Mario C. and Cyrus exit the steel cage and grab the championship belt, which is now just a gold plate. The two hurry toward the back, Mario C. laughing hysterically.

C.P: My bet is on Clarkson, he’s a fucking veteran of the hardcore world. He’s been dubbed the “king of hardcore” by Maddog and that fuckin’ means somethin’.

T.L: [nods with agreement] True, Cody, very true.

C.P: Speakin’ of Clarkson, the main event is up next. He’s going to put Shocker to shame, no fuckin’ doubt!

T.L: This is going to be a brutal spectacle, Cody. Blood will be shed, one way or another!

C.P: Enough with the talking, let’s get the fuckin’ ring!

G-Man accompanies Shocker down to the ring, showing their allegiance toward their new coalition to go up against the Apocalypse of Wrestling. G-Man gives Shocker a few last words of advice before he enters through the cage door. Shocker turns to G-Man, but his words are cut off by the likes of “Cyptorchild” by Marilyn Manson. Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson bursts through the curtain followed by the likes of Denison, Britton, and Maddog! The four members of the Apocalypse of Wrestling exchange a few words at the top of the ramp before they proceed down the ramp, as the fans pave them a path of various articles of garbage and vulgar language being yelled in their direction. The four men near the opening to the ringside area, making a wall between G-Man and Clarkson, in order to keep him away from Clarkson. Clarkson peers at G-Man, as he unfastens the championship belt from around his waist and hands it over to the referee. The referee instructs Jeremy Clarkson to enter the ring, so he can secure the door shut. Maddog and Denison yell to Clarkson to get his attention. Denison puts his hands and up tosses the silver staple gun over to Clarkson, who then enters the steel cage that has been laced with razor-wire. The wire is wrapped around the entire cage, with rolls of wire at the top to make sure nobody can enter or escape for that matter.

The announcer pipes up over the p.a. system, surprising most of the fans at ringside.

Announcer: Our main event is scheduled as a no rope, razor-wire steel cage attraction. The Ultimate heavyweight championship is on the line, pitting the likes of our champion, Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson against long-time nemesis, Shocker!

The crowd cheers loudly, after hearing the barbaric nature of this contest.

Announcer: The first contestant to exit the confines the steel cage and touch both feet solidly on the floor will be declared the UWWF Ultimate heavyweight champion!

The crowd roars, as the referee places a chain around the cage door and padlocks it shut. With the Apocalypse of Wrestling standing near the cage door, peering inward to watch the action.

T.L: I can’t wait to see what happens in this bout, Cody.

C.P: You know who’s going to win, my main fuckin’ man, Clarkson!

The bell sounds, as the classic confrontation between Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson and Shocker begins. Clarkson tosses the staple gun near the door of the cage, as he makes his way toward the center of the ring, where Shocker’s feet are planted. The two meet in the center of the ring, thrusting out lefts and rights at one another. Back and forth the blows are exchanged, until Clarkson throws a knee to Shocker’s gut. Jeremy Clarkson pulls down on Shocker’s head, as he starts to lower to clutch at his stomach, blasting Shocker across the back of the neck with a stiff elbow. Shocker is dropped to his knees, but it means absolutely nothing to Clarkson. Clarkson pulls Shocker’s head back slightly and brands him with a series of closed rights to the middle of the forehead. The red welts begin to show almost instantaneously. Shocker manages to hit Clarkson in the gut with a right jab, giving himself enough room to get back up to his feet. Shocker is on his feet, nailing Clarkson with kick to the stomach and a forceful pull toward the side of the ring. Shocker tries to ram Clarkson’s head into the side of the razor-wire wrapped cage siding, but just as Shocker lunges Clarkson forward – he puts his leg up. Clarkson sends a left back elbow into Shocker’s chest cavity, turning around to blast him with a heavy right. Shocker staggers a few feet back, but he is still within range for Clarkson to take him to the canvas with a closeline!

C.P: That’s right, Clarkson, kill that bumfuck!

Clarkson is quick to pull Shocker back up to his feet, but Shocker fends him off by shoving him back a few inches. Shocker grabs onto Clarkon’s arm and forces him into a shoulder to should blow. Clarkson’s upper body shudders, as Shocker thrusts him back, then proceeds to short-arm whip him into another blow. Clarkson shudders again, but this time Shocker catches Clarkson with an arm-wringer. Clarkson drops down to his knees and does a front roll, moving back up to his feet with a kick to Shocker’s arm to break the arm-wringer. Shocker grabs onto his arm, showing that Clarkson dealt out some damage. Clarkson throws a boot into his midsection, then catches him by the head and sends him crashing to the canvas with a swinging neckbreaker. Clarkson rolls over and gets back up to his feet, dropping his boot across Shocker’s chest several times before he pulls Shocker back up off the mat. Grabbing the back of Shocker’s head with one hand, Clarkson drives his forearm into Shocker’s jaw, knocking the spit right of his mouth.

T.L: Clarkson seems to have no remorse with those blows.

C.P: Look at Shocker, he’s a dipshit, I wouldn’t mind knocking the fuckin’ the shit out of him either. I mean, he was inspiration for a new word in the English vocabulary. I’m surprised he didn’t “shocker” out, tonight.

T.L: Well, he is in the UWWF arena, live and in the flesh.

C.P: Until Clarkson skins his ass alive!

Clarkson bends Shocker over and hooks him in a front face lock, trying to thrust him up into a vertical suplex. Shocker leans forward and blasts his kneecap into Clarkson’s midsection, then leans back and manages to send Clarkson to the canvas with a quick snap-suplex. Shocker holds onto the face-lock and rolls over and tries for another, succeeding with a second snap-suplex. Shocker holds on and flips Clarkson over and brings him up for a third. He tries to force Clarkson in closer, but Clarkson turns his hip in and nails Shocker in the midsection. Shocker huddles over with Clarkson still holding onto him. Quickly, Clarkson synchs Shocker in and lifts him into the air and drills him into the canvas with a massive brain-buster!

T.L: That was a concussion waiting to happen, Cody.

C.P: Fo sho, fo fucking sho, brotha!

Clarkson sits up, rolling onto his knees, then pulling himself back up into a standing position. Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson reaches down and grabs hold of Shocker’s ehad and pulls him up off the mat. After getting Shocker back onto his feet, Clarkson holds onto the back of Shocker’s head, slamming him into the heavy steel bars with full steam! Shocker has no way of avoiding contact with the cage, let alone the stainless steel razor-wire!

T.L: I can’t look…

The camera view switches, catching a glimpse of Shocker’s face from the outside of the ring. Through the bars, we can plainly see that Shocker’s forehead is covered by streams of crimson! Clarkson hooks Shocker around the head and wraps his leg around that of Shocker, bringing him to the canvas with a vicious side Russian leg-sweep. Clarkson rolls over and pulls Shocker up by the head, blasting him across his bloodied forehead with a few stiff rights! After the blows, Clarkson tries to pull Shocker back up to his feet. Shocker seems to have gotten a second wind, as he pushes Clarkson back and jabs him in the chin. Clarkson grabs his chin slightly, nearly laughing, but Shocker clips him with a left, a right, a left, a right, then a huge haymaker. Clarkson falls to one knee, but Shocker won’t allow him to gain control again. Shocker rushes in and sends the tip of his knee against Clarkson’s temple, knocking him flat across the canvas. Shocker raises his right arm and connects with a falling elbow drop to Clarkson’s chest. He pulls himself back up and wipes the accumulation of sweat and blood away from his eyes. Leaning over, Shocker grabs onto both of Clarkson’s legs, sliding him closer to the side of the cage. Shocker wraps both of his arms around the backs of Clarkson’s knees, as if he were going to flip Clarkson over for a boston crab. Shocker leans back and springs Clarkson up with a catapult! Clarkson tries to put his hands up to block the blow to the side of the cage, but his neck swings forward and his forehead bounces off the steel bars wrapped in razor-wire! Clarkson falls back into the clutches of Shocker, who keeps Clarkson in a standing position. Grabbing on the back section of Clarkson’s hair, Shocker rams him head first into the side of the cage! The cage rattles on the impact, as Clarkson starts to fall to the side. Shocker grabs him by the right shoulder and swings him around and goes low to pick him up over his shoulder for a high spine-buster! As Shocker tries to force Clarkson down with the buster, Clarkson wraps his arm around Shocker’s head and drives him into the canvas with a brutal d-d-t!

T.L: That took a lot out of both of those men!

The two lay on the canvas, Shocker’s limp body lays over Clarkson’s chest. Clarkson puts his arms around Shocker and flips him over onto the mat, while he forges to his feet. Slowly, Clarkson staggers across the ring in a disoriented nature – after being slammed into the heavy bars of the steel cage. Clarkson rounds the ring and makes his way toward the door of the steel cage, seeing his staple gun laying on the canvas. He leans over, as blood begins dripping from his forehead! He wipes the blood away with one hand, as he grips onto the handle of the staple gun with the other. He gets back up to a standing position, as he sees Shocker getting up to his hands and knees. With somewhat of a short run, Clarkson extends his arm out and bashes the end of the staple gun against the side of Shocker’s head. Shocker’s head bounces to the side, but Clarkson grabs him by the side of the head again. With a smirk on his face, Clarkson pulls Shocker’s head back, lining the staple gun up against the sides of the jagged gash across Shocker’s forehead. He places the bottom of the gun against the far left side of the cut, click! He moves it to the right a few centimeters, click! Further left, click!

T.L: I think I’m going to be sick! ( dry heaves slightly)

When Clarkson is finished with his disturbing deed, there are seven silver staples injected into the flesh of Shocker’s crimson painted face! With a slight push forward, Clarkson forces Shocker to drop flat across his face and stomach across the mat.

C.P: Clarkson in da house! Clarkson in da house!

Within seconds, the area below Shocker’s face is now reduced to a small puddle of plasma. Shocker tries to push himself up with both arms, but Clarkson steps forward and drops his boot across the back of his foe’s head. Back down to the mat Shocker goes, unable to combat any of Clarkson’s brutal blows. Clarkson stops stomping him for several seconds to grab Shocker by the arm and pulls him back up to his feet, pulling him toward the side of the cage. Still holding onto the arm, Clarkson whips Shocker into the side of the cage, still holding onto the arm. Shocker turns around and slams his back up against the steel! Clarkson pulls Shocker into a short-arm whip, ducking under. With the duck under, Clarkson releases the arm and shucks his head to the side, gripping his arms around Shocker’s waist. Clarkson plants his feet and quickly sends Shocker to the canvas with a release northern lights suplex! Clarkson sits up, glaring at G-Man through the side of the cage, with the blood trickling down his forehead. Clarkson rolls over and gets back up to his feet, slowly stepping in Shocker’s direction. Shocker rolls over onto his back and lifts his head, but it flops back down to the canvas in a heartbeat. His facial features are now covered by the sickening sheet of drying blood. The staples in his forehead have now become covered in crusted blood, making them far less visible. Clarkson steps over Shocker with his feet on both sides of Shocker’s stomach. Clarkson leans over, dribbling blood across Shocker’s already blood covered body. Clarkson sends his open hand across the side of Shocker’s face, a blatant slap. Shocker’s head slightly shifts to the side, but Clarkson halts any movement by lifting Shocker’s head up. He steps backward, as he brings Shocker back up to his feet. Shocker limply tries to pull away from Clarkson, but meets stomp to the gut. Shocker bends over and Clarkson wraps his arms around his waist. He turns his head and spits a fair amount of blood down onto the canvas, locking his hands in place. The Apocalypse of Wrestling hoot and holler on the outside of the ring, encouraging Clarkson to end Shocker right there and then.

T.L: This match looks to be over!

C.P: Final, mutha-fuckin, Judgment!

Jeremy Clarkson lifts Shocker into position, dropping him down onto the top of his head with the “Final Judgment”! Clarkson stays on his knees, while Shocker’s body flops across the canvas, leaving a splatter of blood on the mat from his busted forehead. Clarkson tries to get back up to his feet, nearly blinded by the blood flowing into his eyes. He stands up and wearily wipes the blood from above his eyes, staggering toward the side of the steel cage. He grabs onto the bars, carelessly grabbing onto several of the razors, but he plants his feet up onto the bars as well. Showing no pain at this moment, Clarkson forces himself up the side of the cage. He slowly makes his way up, now making sure not to lay his hand upon the razor-wire. He looks down and sees Shocker kicking his leg slightly, showing no sign of getting up any time soon.

T.L: Clarkson may have this match won!

C.P: No fuckin’ doubt, he left Shocker to bleed to death!

Shocker rolls over onto his stomach and crouches slightly, grasping his neck, as Clarkson is still trying to scale the side of the cage. Shocker looks upward, seeing that his long-time foe has already made it nearly halfway up the side of the cage. His foe motivates him to get back up to his feet and with withering hope, Shocker makes his way over to the side of the cage!

T.L: Look, Cody, Shocker is back in the hunt!

C.P: Took his ass long enough…

Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson stalls, reaching the top of the steel cage, weary of the damage that he could inflict upon himself as he tries to climb over the wound section of razor-wire. Clarkson lifts his arms over the razor-wire at the top of the cage, carefully trying to lift his leg over without getting caught. His heel catches on the razor-wire and he struggles to free his leg. By this time, Shocker is already climbing up the side of the cage to prevent him from getting over the top!

T.L: Shocker is determined to take Clarkson out of this bout.

Clarkson tries desperately to free his leg, but he can’t seem to get it, as his wrestling gear is ripped nearly to shreds from the razors. Shocker nears the middle of the cage, climbing up near the side of Clarkson. Clarkson lifts his leg back over and plants his foot on one of the bars, as Shocker’s head is at the same level as the razor-wire that has been wrapped around the top of the steel cage. Jeremy Clarkson shows his vicious nature by grabbing Shocker by the head and slams him into the razor-wire! Shocker loses his grip and falls down slightly, catching his feet on one of the bars, hanging on by nearly a thread. Shocker takes a second to hold his face with one hand to tend to his wounds, but Clarkson winds back with his leg and stomps down onto Shocker’s head, thud! Shocker’s body swoops back, but he holds onto the bars for dear life and slowly pulls himself back toward the side of the cage. Clarkson winds back again, blasting his knuckles off of Shocker’s bloodied face. Shocker again nearly falls backward, but he his holding on tightly. With rage, Clarkson winds back and throws his final blow, hitting Shocker directly between the eyes. The blow seems to have stunned Shocker to the point, where his fingers slowly slip away from the bars. Shocker starts to fall back, but Clarkson assists him with a kick to the chest, forcing Shocker to plummet nearly ten feet down from the top of the steel cage! Shocker flops to his back, nearly breaking through the canvas upon impact! His shuddering body slithers up into a fetal position, showing the direct result of the pain that must be shooting through every joint of his body. Clarkson laughs loudly, as he manages to pull himself over the razor-wire without being hung-up, making his way down the side. He takes his time climbing, ensuring that he doesn’t get caught up the sections of wire occupied by the jagged razors.

C.P: Clarkson fucking beat Shocker within an inch of his miserable life. It was as if Clarkson, the man, fuckin’ owned him…

T.L: Shocker needs medical assistance for god’s sake!

C.P: Fuck, just bury him.

Clarkson touches his feet to the floor, bringing forth the sound of the bell. The referee quickly scurries in Clarkson’s direction with the championship belt in hand. Clarkson swings his right arm out and grabs onto the championship belt, tearing it out of the hands of the official.

T.L: Jeremy Clarkson just made a bloody mess of Shocker, folks. I see a rematch in the near future!

C.P: I can’t fucking believe Shocker lasted that long. A comment that Shocker’s significant other, mostly like a brother, must say quite a fuckin’ bit.

T.L: Have you been hitting the bottle again, Cody?

C.P: Shit, anytime I have a comment, I get the same ‘ol “have you been drinkin’ again”. Fucka, I have the right mind to slap the shit right ‘outta your mouth.

G-Man makes an attempt to go after Clarkson, but the Apocalypse of Wrestling halt his attempts by standing three strong nearby. From the back, Black Rain rushes out and enters the situation. Britton sees Black Rain running down to the ring, seeing Acid following not so far behind him. Britton rushes forward and surprises Black Rain with a stiff closeline knocking him to the floor. Britton holds his arm slightly, looking back up to see Acid coming right toward him. With a leap forward, Acid takes Britton down with a Lou Thez press, followed by several blows to the cranium. Acid stands up and goes for Clarkson, who is waiting nearby. Acid comes at him, but Clarkson immediately throttles him with a few quick rights to the jaw.

T.L: Look over there!

The lights flicker slightly, as Nightmare is seen leaning over the railing, pulling himself into the ringside area. Without anyone noticing, as the brawl continues, Nightmare rushes toward Acid and Clarkson. With quickness, Nightmare slams his forearm against the side of Clarkson’s head, slamming him back first against the razor-wire wrapped cage. Acid backs away, as Nightmare turns Clarkson around and smacks him head first into the side of the cage, knocking him down to his knees. Nightmare sees the championship, so he grabs hold of it and pulls it up and glances at the main plate of the belt before he sends the plate slamming against the back of Clarkson’s head! After the blow to the head with the belt, Nightmare stomps Clarkson across the small of the back, knocking him to the floor. Nightmare makes his way down the aisle-way toward the back, as Mario C. and Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall make their way down to the ring, making their way around Nightmare. G-Man is pounding on Denison near the corner of the guadrail, as Maddog comes up from behind and nails G-Man with a elbow to the side of the head. Turning G-Man around, Maddog jabs him in the chin with several rights and lefts, staggering him slightly. Derrick Hall moves in on Maddog and shoves him from behind! Maddog turns around, but when he finally sees Hall, Britton has already leveled him! Britton pulls Hall to his hands and knees, grabbing the back of his head. Gary Britton unleashes several hellacious blows to the back of Hall’s head, before he finally drags him back up to his feet. Upon turning Hall around, Britton sends Hall crashing head first against the steel guardrail. Clarkson gets back up to his feet, looking for the championship belt in a dazed state of mind, as Acid approaches him with a stiff right. Clarkson staggers back, but he returns a blow to Acid! Maddog waves his hand toward the entrance, as security billows out from the curtain, making sure to break up the chaotic situation. Mario C. steps away from the security guards, as they forge through the situation. Cuffs are slung about, bringing Derrick Hall, G-Man, and Black Rain out of the picture. Gary Britton and Denison rush over to Acid, pulling him away from the brutal exchange of fists with Clarkson. Maddog waves a security guard over, who whips out a set of hand-cuffs. Denison and Britton slam Acid across his stomach on the floor, as the guard intervenes and pulls Acid’s arm behind his back, slapping one half of the cuffs around his wrist. Angrily, the guard pulls Acid’s other arm behind his back and finally locks him up fully. Maddog slaps the guard on the shoulder and mutters, ”You know what to do with him.” Maddog turns to Clarkson, ”Hey champ, where’s the belt?” Clarkson glares toward the crowd, but the answer comes from Britton. ”Nightmare.” The Apocalypse of Wrestling start to exit the ringside area, but Maddog strays behind them. ”Boys, I’ve got some business to attend to. So you do you, I’ll see you in a few minutes” Somewhat skeptical the other members head to the backstage area.

T.L: Well, folks, we saw the chaos for a third week in a row.

C.P: Along with that no good bitch, Nightmare stealing Clarkson’s belt.

T.L: A bold statement by that man.

C.P: Bold? Fuck that, he’s a bitch.

As we cut back to the ring, there is a table set on red carpet; President Maddog is already inside the ring with a large case in one hand and in a microphone in the other. Maddog walks over a few feet to place the large case on a table that has been placed inside the ring. He raises the microphone up to his mouth, but before he can speak “War Machine” by Kiss begins to blare through the arena’s sound system. Cyrus bursts through the curtain and makes his way to ringside. Upon his arrival to the ringside area, he walks up the steps and gets into the ring with Maddog. He two look at each other and circle around not really knowing what to expect. Maddog takes the mic and lays it on the table and says something to Cyrus before stepping out of the ring and walking o the back.

Cyrus: You know, I almost did not believe it when I got the news. I had heard that Maddog wanted to make things right, I heard that he felt bad about one of his officials making a fast count - thus for a moment costing me my match last week. Well, I made up for that but now comes the big news that I promised everyone.

Cyrus walks over to the table and opens up the large case, inside the case is a title belt. It appears to be a new title. Cyrus takes the title belt out of the case and drapes it over his shoulder.

Cyrus: I want to introduce to everyone the newest title here in the UWWF, this is a title that everyone in the UWWF will want to own, but it is all mine. The title that I hold over my shoulder is the Renegade World Championship. You heard that right, the Renegade World Championship. This title takes a back seat to no one. Clarkson you hold a title that once was the most prestigious title in the UWWF, well there is a new measuring stick here in the UWWF and it is this title. Maddog was a man of his word, he saw that I got screwed last week and after stuffing the former national title down the throat of G-Man, he knew that something had to be done. The Renegade World title is the new force for the new power here in the UWWF. The Renegades are the strongest force in the UWWF and now we hold the strongest title.

Cyrus raises both hands in the air as the fans and UWWF employees stare at the title, the camera zooms in on the new title with Cyrus’s name engraved into it’s plate.

C.P: I don’t understand that move, but there must be something else involved for Maddog to make that kind of dumb-shit decision.

T.L: We’ve got word something is going down in the backstage area.