“American Idiot” by Green Day cranks up over the airwaves, as the screen flips through several clips from “Made of Glass: Back to the Bloody Roots”!

The escalation hat rose forth from the pay per view plays before your eyes. The confrontation between Acid and Clarkson, which resulted in Acid being thrown into a dumpster – as a result of Clarkson refusing to bow out and let Acid’s words eat through into his soul. The scene flickers, showing Clarkson in his attempts to ignite the dumpster on fire – then walking away without any remorse. The battle that raged on between Cyrus and Sean Van X inside the uniquely built steel structure, but ending with the aftermath of Cyrus, who today still holds onto his championship belt with pride.

Static flashes over the screen for a brief second, then comes back with the various clips of the main event bout that pitted Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson against Greg “G-Man” Manix. The epic battle that went beyond the line of reason, the match that brought the fight to both men! Then, Shocker showed his face, delivering an unprovoked attack on Clarkson! With one man’s actions, everyone knew Greg “G-Man” Manix was close to victory, he was so close to holding championship gold again – he could taste it. With the count administered in front of the Canadian masses, Greg “G-Man” Manix seemingly won the championship gold, the belt from which he yearned for! The result of this confrontation brought out the likes of President Maddog, who then restarted the bout…the bout that would end in complete chaos. With Clarkson retaining the gold, it only ignited a bigger fire…collision was inevitable! Inside the squared circle the battle wore through, nearly bringing the Apocalypse of Wrestling to their knees.

The camera cuts to the live footage of Liberation Television from the jam-packed and always rambunctious Viking Hall located in the southern section of Philadelphia! Anticipation for tonight’s event runs thick through the air, as we can hear from the roaring fans. The roaring nearly drowns out the blaring music in the background, as the camera passes by the fans. The fans roar, trying to show their face on national television for all to see. As quickly as they can show a smile or a middle finger, the camera passes them over and brings our light to the commentator’s booth located in the balcony of this well-known bingo hall known as Viking Hall.

T.L: Welcome back to Viking Hall for Liberation Television!

C.P: We’re fuckin’ back and ready to kick some fuckin’ ass, mutha-fuckas! The last time ya saw us, the shit just hit the fuckin’ fan!

T.L: Cody speaks the direct and honest truth, folks. Nearing the end of our pay per view extravaganza, an all-out war broke out inside the squared circle between the Apocalypse of Wrestling, Mario C.’s affiliates, the Van X Boyz, Black Rain, Shocker, and G-Man!

C.P: Don’t fuckin’ forget the Apocalypse taking out the weak-link, Bonez!

T.L: Truth be told, Cody, truth be told. Now, revenge is raging deep along the lines of this federation. Tonight, actions that were taken at the pay per view will escalate to the highest bidder.

C.P: To get back on track with things that weren’t solved at the fuckin’ pay per view, man…Titan showed his face! What the fuck was up with that?

T.L: Well, I guess we’ll find out next, Cody! Backstage we have Titan waiting!

The cameraman follows a very visibly hesitant man, who is holding a microphone in his hand. The camera looks up slightly, catching a glimpse of the big man, Titan, waiting for the man to approach. The man stops near Titan, fumbling the microphone in his hand before he finally gains enough nerve to put it up to his mouth.

Man: I’m Jerry Norris and with me…with me is Titan. The man that seems to have struck a focal point in the minds of each and every one of the men that struck their eyes upon him at “Made of Glass”. Titan…do you mind if I ask…ask a few questions?

Titan peers down at Norris, who begins to shake even more.

Norris: What is your point to being here?

Titan doesn’t even utter a single word, as he lunges his arm forward and clutches the shivering man by the throat. Titan grips the throat tightly, dragging the man forward. Norris’ arm lifts up, as it trembles, bringing the microphone up to Titan’s mouth.

Titan: The end is nearing for everyone…the point was obvious.

The man chokes back vomit in his throat, as Titan releases him with a shove that brings him back several feet. The man leans over and holds onto his throat, as Titan turns to walk away. Norris looks up, muttering underneath his breath, ”Fucking loony bastard…[cough]”

C.P: What the fuck is the matter with you? Don’t you see he’s just tryin’ to intimidate everyone in his path…fuck…

T.L: Well, I can understand trying to intimidate wrestlers, but not a defenseless crew member in the backstage area. That’s uncalled for, truly uncalled for.

C.P: It’s just the fuckin’ way it goes, bro.

T.L: Anyway, we’ll get back on track for tonight’s events. The first bout of the evening will pit the president of our company against one of Mario C.’s new allies inside that steel cage!

C.P: If this match goes Maddog’s way, he’s going to tear that fucker apart. I wouldn’t be surprised if Maddog bled that mufucka to death.

T.L: A finely tuned athlete facing a veteran hardcore, brawler. This will be an obvious style clash between the two.

C.P: We’ll fuckin’ see about that, Ton!

“Firestarter” by Prodigy cranks up as a white smoke floats in great accumulation over the entrance curtain. The white smoke slowly fades to red, followed by blue, then back to white. A darkened figure stands behind the smoke before it is revealed as Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall! Hall bursts through the smoke and makes his way down the ramp, fans cheering him all the way! In minutes, he makes his way around the outside of the cage, grabbing onto the side and shaking it slightly. He tears his hoodie off, as he enters the squared circle through the door of the fifteen foot high steel cage.

The now infamous “The Empire Strikes First” by Bad Religion cranks up, as the curtain shoots open, inviting the vile man known as Maddog down the ramp. His middle finger held high, his eyes glimmering with excitement mixed with hatred toward his opponent on this very night. As Maddog passes, the fans scream at him with dislike, by he pays no mind to their ignorance (drunken gibberish). Without any hesitation, Maddog makes his way toward the ring, peering through the chain-link fencing that surrounds it, meeting eyes with Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall. It seems as if he were heading toward the door, when he steps to the side and makes his way around the outside of the cage toward the announcer’s table. He grabs a microphone and makes his way around the side of the cage, again.

T.L: Wow, usually we wouldn’t see Maddog grabbing a microphone before a confrontation. That’s one thing that I haven’t seen in quite some time!

C.P: He’s going to lay down the fuckin’ law, mang.

Maddog kicks the side of the cage with the toe of his combat boot, before he lifts the microphone up to his mouth. His free arm lifts up, as his index finger points up at Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall, who is waiting inside the ring; ready to put the former “hardcore icon” out of his misery.

Maddog: We’ve got Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall over here claiming that he’s going to wage a war with a plan set in his mind of how he’s going to take me out of the game. Well, that plan isn’t going to get him anywhere, well, except for a little closer to his grave. I’ve had mother fuckers talking shit to my face for years and nearly none of them have had anything to back those fucking words up. So, Derrick Hall, I’ve already said what I’ve got to say about you and your pimp, Mario C. It’s time to put up or shut up, mother fucker. Hell, I’ll just shut you the fuck up for myself…at the cost of a wired jaw and a few new scars to add to your list of accomplishments. I’m done talking, Hall. I’m done dealing with punks like you that deem it necessary to jump me from behind. Now, you can’t look me in the eyes and tell me that it’s gotten you anywhere! Well…there I go jumping to conclusions. Well, it has brought you one place, Hall. And more than anything at all, it’s got you cornered inside that fuckin’ cage like the ravenous vermin that you are. Now, I’m gonna come right in there and give you the beating of your fuckin’ life!

Maddog throws the microphone down to the floor, as he whips the door open to the steel cage. Quickly, he forges his way into the ring…

Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall and Maddog circle the outside of the ring, slowly moving in toward one another. Maddog stops dead in his tracks and stares up at Hall, thrusting his middle finger in Hall’s direction. ”Let’s cut the fucking bullshit!” Maddog throws his hands down and the two rush toward each other. Finally, the two collide in a collar-and-elbow tie-up in the dead center of the ring. Hall uses his might to thrust Maddog back, forcing him toward the turnbuckle. Maddog goes with the push, but inevitably gets forced into the buckle. Hall pushes Maddog’s back sternly against the buckle, then proceeds with a elbow to the side of Maddog’s jaw. Maddog lowers his head to the side, but Hall sends him across the ring into the far buckle! Hall gets a full-on head start at Maddog, who immediately thrusts the bottom of his boot into Derrick Hall’s midsection. Hall nearly falls forward, but Maddog catches him around the neck with a front face-lock, leveling him the canvas with a stiff d-d-t! Maddog, who his now laying on his back, flips Derrick Hall to the side and starts back up to his feet. Maddog is up, thrusting the bottom of his boot down across Derrick Hall’s lower back for good measure. Maddog pulls Hall off the mat and flips him back first against the turnbuckle, Maddog raises his left fists to clock Hall, but Hall blocks it with his arm! Hall pushes forward and comes out of the buckle, jabbing Maddog in the jaw with a stiff right. Maddog staggers back to avoid another blow from Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall, but Hall rushes to him and knocks to the canvas with a closeline! Hall raises his right arm and drops a heavy elbow across Maddog’s chest, holding him down for a cover. ONE……TWO….MADDOG KICKS OUT! Hall reaches down and tries to pull Maddog up to his feet, nearly completing the act when Maddog sends a stiff left to the stomach. Hall backs away, but it allows Maddog to get back up to his feet in a hurry. Hall takes a huge swing at Maddog, who quickly ducks under and runs forward into the ropes. Maddog hits the ropes and comes back toward Hall, who quickly turns around. Maddog swings his arm to collide with Hall with a closeline, but Maddog is sent to the canvas with a quick, snapping arm-drag takeover! Derrick Hall holds onto Maddog’s arm, while he props himself on his knees, as he starts bashing his closed fist into Maddog’s forehead with full force!

T.L: Hall is taking the fight to Maddog, folks.

C.P: Not for long, cause…ohh shit, dawg, I told ya!

Maddog thrust his arm up and blocked a shot from Hall, whipping his arm back and following through with one hell of a haymaker! Hall falls flat into a sitting position, which gives Maddog enough time to get to his feet. Maddog grabs hold of Hall’s arm and pulls him off the canvas, thrusting him forward into a stiff shoulder on shoulder contact. Maddog pushes him back and pulls him in, but quickly switches positions and hooks Hall by the leg. Maddog springs his legs up and lifts Hall into a release t-bone suplex!

T.L: My lord, I haven’t seen moves like that from Maddog since his glory days in BWCW and ICW.

C.P: He said he wasn’t fuckin’ around this time and he’s gonna fuckin’ prove it!

Maddog struggles back to his feet, while Hall regains his senses after being dropped on his head with full force. Hall gets to his feet and rushes at Maddog, who drops down to take Hall down with a drop-toe hold. Hall thwarts Maddog’s attempts by jumping over Maddog’s body and comes crashing down with an elbow to his shoulder blade. Maddog shudders slightly underneath Hall’s weight, but he continues to roll over. Hall grabs Maddog by the dreadlocks and swats him across the side of the head with a vicious right, following up by pulling Maddog up to his feet. Hall takes another swing, but Maddog ducks and pulls Hall into a full circle spin. From behind Maddog hooks him by the waist, Hall swings his elbow back and clips Maddog in the jaw! Hall turns around and nails Maddog in the midsection with a boot, then hooks him around the head. Hall swings Maddog’s arm over his shoulder and he hooks him by the cut-off shorts. Derrick Hall takes a second before he lifts Maddog into the air and proceeds to bring him into the air, swinging him back down to the canvas with a hellacious brain-buster suplex! Hall shoots over Maddog’s chest, ONE……TWO….KICK OUT! Hall brings Maddog back up to his feet, leaving him standing dazed as he makes way into the ropes. Hall comes off the ropes with full force and collides shoulder first with Maddog, trying to knock him down. Maddog stands his ground and doesn’t budge from the blow, pushing Hall back several feet. ”C’MON MOTHER FUCKER!”, Maddog yells with his middle finger thrown toward Hall. Hall comes at him again, but this time Maddog spins around, hitting a vicious elbow to Hall’s jaw, knocking him to the canvas in a heap.

C.P: Now that’s what I’m fuckin’ talking about!

T.L: Derrick Hall is lucky to have a jaw after that blow!

Maddog leans over and tries to bring Derrick back up to his feet, but Derrick manages to stun him with a headbutt to the chin! Maddog staggers backward, but Derrick Hall jumps to his feet to meet Maddog with jab to the jaw. Maddog seems a bit dazed, as Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall grabs Maddog by the back of the head and runs him toward the ropes. With a full swing with his arm, Hall manages to lob Maddog nearly over the top rope, smashing his head into the side of the steel cage with authority! After throttling face first into the side of the steel cage, Maddog falls to his back against the canvas.

T.L: Derrick Hall just vandalized Maddog with that throw into the chain-link fencing!

C.P: Fucking-a, man!

Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall drags Maddog to his feet and stuns him with a kick to the midsection, before he rushes backward toward the ropes. He turns around and comes off the ropes with full force, this time making sure Maddog is fully dazed before he proceeds. Hall makes an attempt at a vicious closeline, but somehow Maddog dodges it and takes him down to the canvas with a shoulder snapping arm-bar! Hall is face-planted against the canvas, as Maddog wrenches the arm-bar in tighter, inflicting a whole world of hurt unto his opponent! Maddog sees several security guards scurry across the side of the steel cage, so he decides to free Derrick Hall from the hole. He stands up and looks toward the conflict on the outside, but sees that very little is going on so far. He turns back to hall and drops down with his elbow, hitting Hall across shoulder with an elbow drop. Maddog pulls Hall to his feet, as the camera cuts to the entry-way to the ring.

A lone security guard is trying to remove a fan from the aisle-way, shouting threats.

T.L: What is going on?! Someone from the crowd has run down the aisle toward the ring!

C.P: That stupid fuck is being stopped by security from getting any fuckin’ closer to the action.

T.L: Wait a minute, he just took a swing at the security guard! This guy is out of control, we need more help down here.

[ The security guard drops after a massive blow to the side of the head, rendering him almost unconscious on the aisle floor! ]

C.P: A fan has jumped the railing and is trying to get involved.

The two security guards that had passed the ring earlier rush in to the action and the man takes one giant swing at the first, taking him to the floor. The second reaches to his pepper spray holder, but the man grabs him by the shirt and pulls him into a stiff right. The guard staggers back in a shocked state, which only brings on several more blows to the head, leveling him instantly.

T.L: He has already taken out three members of the security crew and is now trying to get over towards the ring.

The deranged “fan” walks around the side of the steel cage and over to the doorkeeper. The two men exchange words and the “fan” again grabs the attendant by the throat and chokes him to the point of bringing him to the ground. With little to no fight, the “fan” leaves the man laying in an unconscious heap on the floor, as he takes the keys from the man’s lifeless hands!

T.L: What is going on here, Cody?

C.P: I couldn’t fuckin’ tell ya!

The “fan” flips through several keys on the ring, trying to find the right one to open the door. Both Maddog and Derrick Hall see what is going on and stop immediately stop fighting one another. They both look over towards the door and begin to walk over, but Hall dropkicks Maddog who goes face first into the cage and hits the canvas like a ton of bricks. Derrick Hall walks over towards the door and looks down at the “fan”.

T.L: Hall has just taken out the president and is watching this cretin in his attempts to get inside the cage!

The fan gets the right key and opens the door, he climbs inside the cage and walks right past Derrick Hall, he walks over to where Maddog is trying to get up and kicks him stiffly in the side of the head. Maddog falls flat across the mat, shuddering from the blow. Hall walks over and begins to stomp on Maddog and the “fan” grabs him and pushes him away. The referee moves in to help Maddog, but the “fan” grabs him by the head and forces him to fly backward and land on the side of his face on the canvas.

T.L: This guys has no business being in the ring, this man has no expression and looks like he is a robot, I have not seen him smile or even blink since he came on the scene tonight.

The “fan” walks over and picks up a lifeless Maddog and grabs what looks to be a police baton from his inside pocket. He takes the baton and slams it across the side of Maddog’s head, jabbing him in the stomach with the butt of the baton then bends him over and slams the damned baton across the back of his neck! Maddog drops to his knees and leans his forehead off the canvas, as “fan” picks Maddog back up and begins choking him from behind with the baton. Maddog sputters for air, but he can’t manage to free himself from the man’s grasp. He takes the baton and continues to pound into the side of Maddog’s head and neck.

T.L: Maddog is busted open, this guy, whoever he is has no business being in a UWWF ring, much less bringing a weapon and trying to hurt a UWWF employee. Ohh my god……Maddog is bleeding from the ear.

C.P: This could be fuckin’ serious…..someone needs to stop this fuckstick! Fuck this bullshit! Where is the Apocalypse?

The “Fan” picks Maddog up one last time and pulls him into a over the shoulder backbreaker position. He runs across the ring and slams Maddog into the chain-link fencing of the cage. Upon bouncing Maddog off the side of the cage like a ragdoll, he release him! The “fan” rushes across the other side of the ring and does the exact same thing on the other side of the cage! CHING! After rattling the cage, the man turns around and flops Maddog across the canvas, leaving a bloody heap.

T.L: Look at the strength of this man! He needs to be stopped.

The “fan” walks across the ring and goes for the door. Derrick Hall, who has been watching all of this unfold, looks at the man and then goes over to Maddog. The “fan” exits the ring and walks down the steps. He goes back across the guardrail and as the camera focuses on his face a little smirk can be seen. The Apocalypse of Wrestling [ Clarkson and Denison] rush out from the back, but by now it’s too damn late for them to do anything!

C.P: Finally the Apocalypse have made their way out!

Denison and Clarkson attempt to break through the heavy line of security to go over the railing, but they are stopped abruptly by the force of security now clustered in one area. Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall sees the two men struggling on the outside, so he exits the steel cage to confront the two. Two security guards stand in front of Derrick Hall, as he exchanges a few heated words with Clarkson and Denison. From the shouts, anger rises from both Apocalypse of Wrestling members, who rush the line of guards. The guards somehow hold the two anger men back, as Derrick Hall jumps up and spits toward them. Meanwhile, Chris Van X runs down the ramp and comes toward the ring! With security tied up with the three men, he makes his way around the crowd, breaking through their masses and grabbing hold of the referee. After grabbing hold of the referee, Chris Van X forces him inside the steel cage, slamming the door shut behind them. He forces the referee to lock the door, then lays him out with a stiff barbed-wire wrapped cane to the side of the head!

T.L: Chris Van X is pulling out some dastardly actions here, Cody.

C.P: Fuckin’ right he is!

Chris drops his cane and pulls out a microphone from his pocket, dropping it near the cane. Maddog struggles up to his hands and knees, but Chris Van X gets a running start, only to stomp Maddog across the back of the cranium! From there, Chris Van X pulls Maddog up to his feet by the dreadlocks, proceeding to drag him over to the side of the cage. Van X reaches into his pocket again, pulling out a pair of handcuffs! Holding Maddog up, Chris slaps one section of the cuffs around Maddog’s wrist, then pulls it back and connects it to the side of the steel cage! Another pair of cuffs comes into the mix, giving Chris Van X the full advantage by cuffing both of Maddog’s arms to the side of the cage. Maddog’s legs buckle, he hangs nearly lifeless from his arms, bleeding profusely from his face.

T.L: I can’t believe what is going on here, Cody.

C.P: Two weak ass bitches are trying to prove themselves by beating down the man - Maddog! Bitches!

Chris makes his way over to the singapore cane and the microphone, which he picks up and makes his way back over to Maddog.

Chris: Hey Maddog! Are you listening to me? I want to see what the fuck you have left!

Chris puts the microphone down, swinging the cane backward then crashes it directly across the middle of Maddog’s bloodied forehead! Chris backs up and kneels down, picking the mic back up.

Chris: Now that you’re listening I want you to know not to fuck with me! I am officially challenging you to a match! You name the time and place. Hell..... you can name the stipulation. I am going to prove that you’re a has-been bitch!

T.L: If it wasn’t enough for Maddog before, this happens now!

The cane falls out of Chris’ palm, just before swings his hand and up open-hand slaps Maddog directly across the cheek. Chris laughs slightly, just as he puts the microphone back up to his mouth.

Chris: I am crossing that line and now I am entering your world! Lets see what you will do about it!

Without noticing the referee has unlocked the cage door, where Denison and Clarkson were waiting! The ref opens the door, but Denison grabs him by the shirt and hurls him to the floor. Quickly, Denison and Clarkson enter the cage with Chris Van X just noticing the situation. He leans down to pick the singapore cane back up off the mat, but by now it’s too late! Justin Denison levels him with a knee-lift to the jaw! Clarkson jumps into the mix, slamming his boot down across Chris Van X’s back with authority. Denison and Clarkson lay the boots to Chris Van X several times, before Denison turns to help Maddog. He lifts him up, as Clarkson searches for the key to the pair of cuffs. Clarkson pulls Chris Van X up off the canvas by the shirt and pushes him toward the buckle, slamming him spine first against the buckle with heavy force. Clarkson grips Van X’s shirt and he shouts, ”Give me the fucking key!” Chris Van X laughs as he responds with a bold, ”FUCK YOU!” Clarkson winds back with his right hand and starts going to down on Chris with several heated rights, then pulls him away from the buckle. Chris bounces his knuckles off of Clarkson’s kidneys, but it shows little effect on Clarkson as he lowers Chris’ head and drives his knee into the bridge of Chris’ nose! Denison approaches with the singapore cane in hand, battering Chris Van X upside the head before he falls to the canvas. Denison raises the cane above his head with stealth force and brings it down across Chris Van X’s back! Denison raises the cane up again, but this time he is tackled to the canvas by two security guards.

Soon security has cleared up the situation, attempting to free Maddog from his cuffs, still hanging nearly lifeless against the side of the steel cage.

C.P: Complete fucking blasphemy!

T.L: Disorder has hit Liberation tonight, folks. That’s all I can take from this whole ordeal!

C.P: Well, paybacks are going to be paid out in every fucking way possible!

T.L: Getting back onto schedule we will do. Next up we have an inferno match with the likes of Mr. E and Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt!

C.P: Fuck ‘em both!

Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt is the first to make his way down the entrance ramp, but he stops near the top to raise his arms and speak to the crowd. The crowd shows mixed reactions toward Bonez, who seems to be back in his normal attitude. “Xeroxed” by Mushroomhead cuts him off, as he turns around and sees the curtain fly open. Jestina is the first to rush through, meeting with Bonez face to face. Bonez puts his arms out, ”What bitch?”, but before he can utter another word she meets him with a closed fist to the jaw. Mr. E comes through the curtain, huffing in deep breaths as he approaches Bonez. Bonez shoves Jestina out of the way, but Mr. E meets him just in time to clock him across the top of the head with his forearm. Bonez staggers backward, but he is pushed from behind by Jestina! Bonez moves forward and Mr. E knocks him to the floor with a vicious short-closeline! Curtis Schmitt hits the floor with authority, holding onto the back of his head after connecting with the concrete floor. Jestina cackles and points at Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt as he lay on the ground, wounded. Mr. E lifts his enormous foot and claps it down across Schmitt’s chest, nearly collapsing his ribcage. Mr. E leans over and pulls Bonez up by the head with ease, grabbing him by the back of the head and throwing him back through the curtain into the backstage area. Bonez slowly gets to his feet and he lunges at Mr. E, catching him in the midsection with several heavy blows. Mr. E takes the punches like a brick wall, showing no indication of hurt. Bonez stands up fully, then thrusts his fist against Mr. E’s mask, then grabbing him by the arm. Bonez tries to whip Mr. E into the wall near the entrance, but Mr. E pulls him forward. Bonez has nowhere to go, while Mr. E swings his mighty arm and knocks him to the floor with a vicious short-arm closeline!

The camera’s view switches, as it follows Black Rain down the hallway toward the action between Bonez and Mr. E. Mr. E tries to pull Bonez up to his feet, but Black Rain comes up from behind and drops a heavy double axe handle across his back! Proceeding to help fend off Mr. E, he starts throwing punches at Mr. E’s back area. From a few feet away, Jestina leaps into the air and jumps onto Black Rain’s back, gripping her arms around Black Rain’s face. Her fingers move over his forehead, as she digs her nails deep into Black Rain’s eyes! Black Rain stays on his feet with a struggle, trying to get the sadistic woman off of his back, but due to the extreme pain, all he can do is stand there and endure it!

T.L: This is…crazy! That’s all I can say!

Seemingly out of nowhere, Titan appears with a force unlike any of the men involved in this situation. Mr. E lifts his mighty leg to stomp Bonez into tomorrow, but Titan makes a half-run toward him and lifts his boot, clipping Mr. E in the side of the head with a semi-big boot! Mr. E tumbles to the side like a falling tree, but Titan isn’t finished with him yet! Titan grabs him by the head and pulls him up to his feet, swinging him with the top of his head first into wall! THUD! Mr. E’s head connects with the wall with such force that it knocks him flat across the floor. Titan looks over and sees Jestina on Black Rain’s back! Titan moves in and grabs Jestina by the hair and pulls her off of Black Rain’s back, proceeding to whip her into the wall with reckless abandon. Her body connects with the wall and she falls to the floor in a heap next to “The Juggernaut”. Black Rain regains his vision staggering in Titan’s direction, but by now it’s too late, Titan levels him with a big boot to the chops. Black Rain hits the floor, as Bonez staggers to his feet. Titan grabs Bonez by the head with both hands and drives his head against the middle of Bonez’s forehead! Bonez staggers back and Titan rushes in and knocks him to the floor with a running forearm to the side of the head. He stops dead in his tracks and looks around slightly, seeing everyone down and out.

C.P: No, Ton, I was sticking my head up my own ass for the past few minutes. FUCKING RIGHT, I JUST SAW THAT! Fuck, Titan plowed through all those pussies!

T.L: I definitely wouldn’t want to say that to Mr. E’s face, Cody.

C.P: Like I give a fuck!

T.L: Is there a full moon out tonight or something? Everyone around this place is rabid, I’m scared for my own life!

C.P: Give me a fucking break, Ton. Nobody is going to come out here and beat your ass, stay cool.

T.L: I’m just saying, Cody….there is a mass chaos running through everyone’s veins tonight.

T.L: Talking about mass chaos, Cody, we’ve got the contract signing right now!

C.P: The Apocalypse of Wrestling are now making their way down to the ring in full force. We’ve got the “King of Fucking Hardcore” Jeremy Clarkson leading the way, with Maddog and Justin “The Real Deal” Denison close behind.

Fans throw various articles of garbage in their path, but none of them seem to care one bit.

When the video clip ceases the ring is inhabited by the likes of the Apocalypse of Wrestling, G-Man, Shocker, and a weary looking Black Rain! A table separates the two factions, but it doesn’t stop them from getting nearly inches away from each other to exchange some heated words. Maddog removes himself from the group, as he walks over to the announcer and tears the microphone out of his hands. Maddog makes his way back over to the table, pointing at G-Man.

Maddog: So you want to challenge us, mother fucker? Well, if you want another ass-kicking, then you’ve fucking got it! I’m sure you’ve heard Clarkson’s thoughts about the whole fucking situation…

“Game Over” by Lil’ Flip cuts Maddog off from his verbal assault, which brings the Apocalypse of Wrestling to turn around and glare toward the entrance. Mario C. raises his arms in the air, as he leads his group of “thugs” down the ramp to a great cheer from the crowd. Mario C. yells something to the crowd which brings them to erupt, but the words were inaudible by the cameras.

T.L: What did he say?

C.P: I think he said he like to eat dick!

T.L: Think realistically, Cody.

C.P: I am, man. Truth be known…Mario likes the dick.

T.L: I don’t get paid enough to listen to this crap.

Cyrus, Acid, Mario C., Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall and the Boyz all make their way to separate sides of the ring, making sure to make their presence known to all around ringside. Maddog locks eyes with Mario C., glaring at him with his index finger slowly pointing in his direction.

Maddog: Listen up, bitch. [holding his head] You can bring whoever the fuck you want to out here…you can come out and try to kick my ass, that’s fine. You see, it won’t get very fucking far, Mario. I know that you have something to do with that whole fucking situation earlier! All you’re doing is hiding from the fucking truth, man. You know damn well that the Apocalypse runs this fucking show. You ain’t got to be scared, Mario, bring ‘em all out here while you can!

Maddog lowers the microphone, as he turns to exchange a few words with Denison and Clarkson. The three men converse slightly, until Maddog turns back around. The three notice Mario C.’s faction getting very restless, nearing the apron of the ring from all sides.

Maddog: Oh, by all means, Mario. Don’t let me stop you from coming into the ring, but I doubt you’ll do it on your own. You know, all you’ve shown me is that you’re a scared little bitch! Fuck you!

Maddog hands the microphone over to Clarkson, who points over to Acid.

Clarkson: If you want to do this early, I’ll be glad to do it, pal.

Acid tries to jump in the ring, but Cyrus holds him back.

Clarkson: That’s exactly what I thought! Don’t even bother stepping into this ring!

Cyrus holds Acid back, as Clarkson hands the microphone back over to Maddog. Maddog holds the microphone low, as he talks with Clarkson and Denison. Clarkson looks at Maddog, ”Let’s just get this over with. We’ve got better things to do. Time is money.” Maddog agrees, as he makes his way over to the table accompanied by Denison. Denison goes to grab the pen, when Shocker and G-Man step forward. He pops his head up and shouts, ”Back right the fuck up, unless you want my fucking fist down your throat!” Denison slathers the contract with his signature, followed by Maddog and Clarkson. The three step back and look around to the outside, just to make sure none of the six are going to jump into the ring to cause a scene. G-Man points to Maddog and says something to him, which brings Maddog to lift the microphone up.

Maddog: Oh, you want the microphone. Feel free, bitch, feel free.

Maddog throws the microphone at G-Man, who quickly thrusts his hands up to catch it.

G-Man: Finally, the Apocalypse of Wrestling are going to show some balls. Aren’t you the least bit scared to step into the ring with us?

The Apocalypse of Wrestling talk amongst themselves, snickering at the comments. Shocker reaches down to the table, nearly snapping the pen in half as he zig-zags is signature across the dotted line. Black Rain follows up, slowly signing his name as well. G-Man is the last to sign, dropping the microphone on the table. Maddog nears G-Man, quickly snagging the microphone away from G-Man’s nearby hand. Maddog steps toward his allies.

Maddog: You just signed your fucking death warrant…

Shocker and Black Rain rush around the side of the table and go for Clarkson and Denison. Shocker takes a swing at Clarkson, but Clarkson ducks around and pushes Shocker into the turnbuckle. Clarkson goes low, pummeling Shocker with several rights and lefts. Denison catches Black Rain with a kick to the midsection, followed by a few right jabs to the chin!

T.L: More havoc!

The commotion breaks down to the Renegades along with the Boyz and Mario C. jumping into the ring in unison. All the men hit the ring, colliding full force with the Apocalypse of Wrestling and G-Man’s cohorts. Cyrus and Acid go right for Clarkson, but Cyrus is stopped by a right jab from Denison. G-Man slides over the table and immediately rushes up from behind Cyrus, turning him around and nailing him with a forearm to the side of the head. Denison takes this time to turn to help his friend, Clarkson. Jazz and AWOL have Maddog cornered near the ropes, away from his allies. The two head straight for him with a double closeline, but he ducks under and rushes forward, Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall takes him to the canvas with a jumping spin-wheel kick to the chops! Hall pulls Maddog up to his feet and holds him from behind, while Mario C. approaches with a vicious open-hand slap to Maddog’s face! The crowd roars, cheering Mario on.

C.P: I can’t fucking believe this guy!

“You're going to get up and burn an X in your head!”

White Zombie’s “Real Solution #9” cranks up over the p.a., but it’s not enough to bring any attention to it from the men that occupy the ring. The camera glances over at the entrance, viewing a man rushing down to the ring. The man seems to be quite muscular, but it’s hidden beneath a leather jacket with a hood jutting out the neck area and a pair of black jeans. He immediately hits the ring by sliding underneath the bottom rope.

The man gets to his feet and immediately shows his ground by going straight for Mario C., running at him with full steam. Mario C. raises his arm to slap Maddog across the face again, but the man levels him with a thunderous closeline. Derrick Hall releases Maddog, who then falls to his knees onto the canvas. Derrick Hall takes a swing, but man thrusts his arm up to block it! Derrick Hall meets a boot to the stomach, followed by an elbow to the back of the head, dropping him down to his knees. The man sends a vicious snapping kick to the side of Derrick Hall’s cranium, knocking him to the canvas. From behind, AWOL approaches the man, but he turns around quickly hitting AWOL with a right hook. In the turnbuckle, Acid has somehow gotten the best of Clarkson, blasting him with lefts and rights! Denison turns and sees Clarkson being pummeled, so he throws his arm over Acid’s throat from behind and chokes the living daylights out of him. As Denison chokes Acid from behind Clarkson jabs him in the stomach, followed by a stiff haymaker to the jaw. The man that had entered the ring just minutes earlier has now ejected AWOL from the ring, bringing the fight to Jazz. The man ducks a right jab, picking Jazz up in a scoop-slam position, then he takes a run for the ropes. The man lifts Jazz high enough to drop him throat first over the top rope. Jazz springs off the top rope and staggers toward the ropes to his right. The man rushes toward Jazz and takes him to the outside with a closeline over the top rope! Cyrus and G-Man have now fought into the turnbuckle, blasting one another with rights and lefts, seemingly evenly matched at this point. Denison and Clarkson pound Acid down to the canvas, rolling him under the bottom rope to remove him from the ring. Quickly the Apocalypse of Wrestling clears the ring of everyone except Shocker, G-Man, and Cyrus. The new man inside the ring rushes toward the turnbuckle, jumping into the air and colliding with G-Man’s back, crushing both him and Cyrus into the turnbuckle with a high intensity body splash! G-Man and Cyrus collide against the mat, as the man turns around with a crooked smile on his face. Meanwhile, Maddog grabs hold of the microphone…

Maddog points at the visibly deranged man, as he staggers back from the damage.

Maddog: Gary “Liberator” Britton, mother fuckers!

The man turns to the crowd, as the camera zooms in on his face, catching a glimpse of the “x” carved into the area between his eyebrows. He turns away from the camera and looks at the damaged caused by the Apocalypse of Wrestling. Rage fills his body, as he thrusts his arms up into the air, crossing his arms into an “X”.

Maddog: Now, you may be asking yourselves, ‘Who the fuck is Gary Britton’ right? Well, I can tell you exactly who the fuck he is. The man that’s going to help bring down the iron fist of the Apocalypse of Wrestling. You’ll see soon enough what this man is fucking capable of! Forget Bonez…that sorry son-of-a-bitch.

The crowd emits a hissing of discomfort, as the Apocalypse of Wrestling circle the ring.

Maddog: Chris Van X, I know you’re listening…and I know that you’re fucking watching this right now. If you want to get to me…you’ll have to get through Gary Britton first, mother fucker. Don’t think for one second that your petty fucking games have gotten the best of me.

Denison and Gary Britton make their way over to the corner, subduing G-Man and Cyrus with a plethora of stomps. Shocker is now struggling to his feet, but Clarkson meets him with a closed right to the side of the head. Quickly, Clarkson pulls Shocker up to his feet and drags him over to the table, throwing the contract down to the canvas. With that brisk motion, Clarkson pulls Shocker’s head back and slams him head first off the table top. THUD! Shocker falls the ground, reaching his arm out to grab the cattle prod that he had brought down to the ring earlier.

T.L: Shocker is grabbing at that cattle prod and if he gets it…someone’s going to be in trouble!

C.P: I’m saying Shocker will be the only one in trouble, ‘cause I think that Clarkson is going to shove that fucking cattle prod right up his ass!

Clarkson pays no attention to Shocker, who is clutching the cattle prod between his fingers. Continuing in his business, Clarkson flips the covered table over and reveals a red metal container, revealing a label that reads, ”Warning: Flammable Contents” Maddog notices Shocker rising up to his feet, so he tries to turn Shocker around, but only meets the cattle prod to the stomach! Maddog falls back first to the canvas and holds onto his stomach with a cringe of agony. Gary Britton sees Maddog drop and immediately makes his way over to Shocker, knowing that he had used the cattle prod. Standing only a few feet away, Britton screams to Shocker, ”Hey, bitch! Turn the fuck around and let’s see what you’ve got” Shocker turns around and comes at Britton with the cattle prod, but Britton lunges forward with his leg out and he sends one hell of a kick to his midsection. Shocker immediately huddles over, while Britton thrusts his elbow into the air and drops it down across the back of Shocker’s head, knocking him down to the canvas. Clarkson chuckles, as he untwists the lid to the canister of flammable liquid. Britton grabs the cattle prod and awaits further instruction, as Clarkson spits on the fallen body of Shocker. Clarkson untwists the lid to the container in his hands, about to dump the contents on Shocker, but stops in mid-motion. ”Shocker, ya know what? You aren’t fucking worth it!”

Justin Denison steps away from Cyrus and G-Man, as Gary “Liberator” Britton makes his way over with the cattle prod in hand. Britton stares down at G-Man, soon leaning over to pick him back up. G-Man struggles to his knees, but Britton steps back and drops him with a boot to the top of the head. Gary Britton steps back as Cyrus moves in to grab hold of G-Man. Britton glances at Cyrus, ”By all means, faggot, go ahead. Don’t bother getting my face, because I promise you that I’ll make you my fucking bitch!” Cyrus peers into Britton’s cold eyes, before he leans over and pulls G-Man to his feet. Cyrus grabs G-Man by the back of the head and the two near the ropes, ending up with Cyrus lobbing G-Man through the top and middle ropes to the outside!

T.L: It looks like the Philly street fight has begun!

The Apocalypse of Wrestling with their seemingly newest member, Gary “Liberator” Britton evacuate from the ringside area, as the battle between Cyrus and G-Man erupts on the outside.

T.L: The bell has just sounded, but this match has already begun!

Now, Cyrus grabs G-Man by the arm and attempts to irish-whip him into the guardrail, but it’s prevented with a reversal from G-Man! Cyrus is forced to hustle toward the rail, connecting with his lower back! The railing is pushed back several feet upon his impact with it! Cyrus leans back to take a few breaths, before G-Man gets a running start toward him. G-Man swings his arm for what seems to be a closeline, but Cyrus ducks under and lifts G-Man into the air with a back-drop, sending him over the railing into the crowd! THUNK! G-Man lands on several chairs, flipping back onto the floor. G-Man quickly stumbles to his feet to meet Cyrus, who is climbing over the railing. G-Man cracks Cyrus across the jaw with two quick jabs, then pulls him over into the crowd. Cyrus thrusts his arms across G-Man’s chest and pushes him back, only to pick up a steel chair. Cyrus is mid-way through bringing the chair up into the air, but G-Man thwarts him by crashing his knuckles against the steel! THUD! The chair knocks across Cyrus’ face and he immediately drops the steel chair to the floor.

T.L: Talk about a street fight!

C.P: [yawn] I’ve seen better…

G-Man slugs Cyrus several more times, before he slings him into a side-headlock and drags him through the crowd of fans. The two make their way over to the “exit”, but Cyrus now has enough energy to pull away from G-Man at the last second. Cyrus places his hand on the back of G-Man’s head and brings him head first into the door, forcing him to fall against the door which pushes it open and G-Man falls into the lobby of Viking Hall. Cyrus lays a boot to G-Man’s back, before he makes his way over to a table filled with merchandise. Cyrus flips the table over to remove the merchandise, then he picks the table back up and folds the legs up. G-Man is now nearly back up to his feet, but Cyrus stops him with a table suplex to the spine! The table comes crashing down over G-Man’s back and he falls against the floor in a heap. Laying underneath the table, G-Man has nowhere to go! Cyrus takes advantage of the situation by jumping into the air and driving his elbow down across the table!

T.L: Cyrus is showing us all that he can fight!

C.P: He fights just like..hell..I can’t even pretend to be interested in this bullshit.

Cyrus flips the table over and goes for the cover, as the referee struggles through the crowd of people to get into position. ONE……….TWO…..G-MAN THRUSTS HIS SHOULDER UP!

After brawling through the backstage area, G-Man and Cyrus burst through a nearby exit. The two near the back parking lot of Viking Hall, both connecting with rights and lefts. G-Man tries to irish-whip Cyrus into the chain-link fence, but Cyrus reverses it and grabs G-Man by the head. Cyrus quickly leads him into the fence, slamming him face first against it! CHING! The fence rattles, but Cyrus isn’t done inflicting pain upon G-Man. Cyrus holds onto G-Man’s head and rakes him across the steel without any relent in him! Cyrus pulls G-Man away from the fence, but G-Man fights back with an elbow to the ribs! G-Man grabs Cyrus by the head in an attempt to drive him head first into the fence, but Cyrus puts his leg up and immediately blocks the blow. Cyrus wraps his arm around G-Man and takes him to the cold, wet pavement with a Russian leg-sweep! Cyrus goes for the cover, ONE….TWO……KICK OUT! Cyrus tries to pull G-Man back up to his feet, but G-Man fires off a few shots to Cyrus’ gut. Stunning Cyrus, G-Man grabs him by the back of the head and leads him back toward the arena doors. As they approach, G-Man turns around and blasts Cyrus with a right closed fist to the jaw, proceeding to irish-whip him into a nearby car. Cyrus puts his hands up and blocks the impact, slightly. G-Man comes from behind for a closeline, but Cyrus dodges the blow. G-Man has no time to stop, when he rams his arm directly into the side of the vehicle, presenting the owner with a good sized dent on the front door. Cyrus pushes on G-Man’s head and pulls him head first into the window, THUD! The glass rattles as G-Man’s head knocks against it with barely enough force to break it. G-Man throws a back elbow into Cyrus’ ribs, then pulls him toward the hood of the car. With a short-arm whip G-Man brings Cyrus in, lowering his upper-body and lifting Cyrus up around the waist. From the waist lift, G-Man lifts and spins around, darting Cyrus’ spine off the hood of the vehicle with a massive spine-buster! G-Man leans over Cyrus, but Cyrus has a whole lot of fight still in him! With a quick swipe, Cyrus cracks his knuckles directly across G-Man’s jaw, forcing him to stagger back. Cyrus pulls himself away from the hood of the car, dragging G-Man toward Viking Hall. G-Man fights to his feet, but as soon as he reaches a full stance, he falls back against several trashcans. Cyrus pulls himself back up, just as G-Man picks up a trash can and starts back up to his feet. Cyrus rushes toward G-Man, but G-Man tosses the trash can in his direction. THUD! The can bounces off Cyrus’ head, bringing him to the ground, while G-Man gets the chance to catch his breath. Minutes pass before the two collide again, exchanging lefts and rights – proceeding back into Viking Hall.

[ The fight proceeds through the backstage area, bringing both men to fight through the curtain and into the arena!]

Cyrus leads G-Man down the ramp, as the crowd cheers with excitement. Cyrus tries to throw G-Man into the guardrail, but G-Man puts his hands up and blocks the blow. Cyrus pulls his head back again, blocked! The final attempt by Cyrus is blocked by an elbow to the stomach, followed by G-Man blasting him across the side of the head with a series of right hands. G-Man’s blows cease, but he manages to lift Cyrus off his feet with a slight body press, dropping him throat first over the railing! But when Cyrus springs away from the rail, G-Man drags him closer to the ring! As G-Man drags Cyrus along, he throws his right arm over and catches Cyrus with a few side thrust punches. G-Man grabs onto Cyrus’ wrestling gear, rolling him underneath the bottom rope. G-Man doesn’t enter the ring right away, lifting up the apron skirt to acquire a weapon. He pulls out a steel chair and enters the ring, while Cyrus tries to get up to his feet. G-Man swings the chair and whaps the chair across Cyrus’ shoulder, laying him back across the mat. G-Man swings the chair around and uses the top section of chair to drive it down into Cyrus’ shoulder blade, becoming more forceful as the blows come. After knowing that he had inflicted a good amount of damage on Cyrus, G-Man tosses the steel chair to the side to pull Cyrus back up. After pulling Cyrus back up, G-Man whips him into the ropes. Cyrus comes back off the ropes quicker than G-Man had thought, railing him with a running shoulder block. G-Man tumbles to the canvas, but Cyrus can’t seem to capitalize due to G-Man’s attack with the chair. He struggles slightly, but finally gets within a close proximity of G-Man. With the completion of a huge stomp to G-Man’s chest, Cyrus brings him up to his feet. Cyrus stuns G-Man with a thumb to the eye, following up by hooking G-Man in a front face-lock. Cyrus quickly throws G-Man’s arm over his shoulder and hooks him by the pants, struggling to lift G-Man off the mat with his wounded shoulder. Cyrus lifts up, but G-Man forces his weight back down and lands back on his feet. Cyrus pulls up again, but this time uckG-Man puts his leg around Cyrus’ to block the suplex, bringing him down across the mat with a small package roll-up. Cyrus’ shoulder comes off the mat, but the referee is on the other side of the shoulder. ONE……..TWO…..THREE! G-Man releases his grip on Cyrus and gets to his feet, while Cyrus bursts to his feet and slams his palms against G-Man’s chest with a push.

The referee hands the championship belt over to G-Man, who glares down at the championship belt for a few seconds, before he throws it to the canvas. He kicks it around a few times before picking it back up and throwing it through the top and middle rope to the outside of the ring. G-Man steps through the ropes, standing on the apron, when he proceeds to pull his pants down, but covering his “unit” in order for the crowd not to see. Looking down at the championship belt, the liquid can be seen, as G-Man urinates down onto the championship belt!

C.P: What a pussy!

T.L: I can’t believe this…I can’t believe this at all!

The urination ceases, as G-Man pulls his pants back up. The crowd is in shock, as G-Man pulls a rubber glove out of his pocket, jumping down off the apron to grab the championship belt. He picks the soaking wet championship belt off the floor, reentering the ring. Cyrus approaches G-Man, but G-Man merely throws the title back to Cyrus as "Play Me" by Korn and Nas, which cuts out after a few seconds. G-Man looks up at the ramp, as he sees Mario C. accompanied by Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall. Mario C. nears the ring with a microphone in hand, but decides not to enter, as Cyrus holds the belt near the end of the strap, seeing the liquid drip onto the canvas.

Mario C: Listen, we all saw Cyrus’ shoulder off the mat, right?!

The crowd roars with approval, due to G-Man’s actions just a few minutes ago.

Mario C: Well, there ya have it, G-Man. We’ve got a decision here…

A voice blares over Mario C.’s, as Maddog steps out from the entrance. His arm raised high, as his voice booms over the p.a. system.

Maddog: Shut the fuck up! Referee, restart…

Mario C. points at Maddog with a smile on his face.

Mario C: No, no, no…you listen to me, Mad-dog!

The crowd cheers after Mario shows a sign of resistance over Maddog.

Mario C: I think it would be fair if we…happened to restart the match! How about that, folks!

The crowd cheers, as Maddog seems to almost blow a gasket after the crowd’s response to Mario’s actions. Fuming, Maddog turns back through the curtain, disappearing from the situation entirely.

G-Man stands with his hands on his hips, obviously a bit irritated by the decision made by the both of the powers. Mario C. smiles, as G-Man raises his middle finger in his direction. The bell sounds, as Cyrus drops the championship belt to the canvas and makes a break for G-Man! G-Man clips Cyrus with a quick knee to the gut, attempting an irish-whip on Cyrus to bring him into the ropes. Cyrus reverses the whip, sending G-Man across the ring. As G-Man’s back hits the ropes, Derrick Hall reaches underneath the bottom rope and grabs G-Man’s ankle. G-Man staggers forward, bringing himself directly into a grip to the throat by Cyrus! Clenching G-Man’s throat tightly, Cyrus bends his knees, letting out a huge roar from his vocal chords. Cyrus lifts G-Man up by the throat, nearly dropping G-Man due to his shoulder injury, giving G-Man time to struggle by kicking his legs wildly. Cyrus’ arm almost gives out but he shifts suddenly, turning his body around and dropping G-Man’s chin over his shoulder with the “Virus” (stunner)! G-Man’s chin thuds off of Cyrus’ shoulder, snapping his head back and forcing him to land on his back! Cyrus stands up and turns to G-Man, seeing him laying defenseless on the canvas directly in the center of the ring. Cyrus drops down to his knees, dropping down over G-Man’s chest. ONE…….TWO…….THREE!” Mario C. and Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall enter the ring, with Mario C. cautiously picking the championship belt up and bringing it over to Cyrus.

T.L: Now that was a street fight, folks! They took it from the back parking lot to the alley and finally ended it inside that squared circle!

C.P: G-Man said he was walkin’ home with that National strap, but now he’ll be walkin’ back to Canada with a sore-ass!

T.L: A sore…[ahem]..I don’t get it…

C.P: ‘Cause he just got fucked!

T.L: Well, I guess you have a point there…

C.P: Damn straight, bitch.

The most violent tournament to grace the United States returns again, but this time…no one walks away unharmed.

The first round of this ultra-violent, sadistic tournament will pave a bloody path toward making underground history. Scars will tell their stories…pain will be inevitable…

Nightmare and Chris Van X are already in heated battle, exchanging rights and lefts in the center of the ring. The camera zooms out, catching a glimpse of two tables leaning against opposite corners with an abundance of light tubes taped around them. The camera zooms back in on the action! Nightmare pulls Chris into a knee to the gut with a quick attempt at a d-d-t, but Van X won’t see any of that. With all of his might, he pushes Nightmare back toward the turnbuckle (the buckle without a table). Van X sandwiches Nightmare against the turnbuckle, throwing several jabs to Nightmare’s rib-section. Nightmare releases the front face-lock, lifting his elbow up and smashing it down across Van X’s vertebrae. The blow stuns Van X, staggering him away from Nightmare in a hurry. Quickly Nightmare hoists himself onto the middle rope, while Van X turns around and comes forward. Without any hesitation, Nightmare leaps off the middle rope with a diving closeline, taking Chris Van X to the canvas. Nightmare crawls over to Van X and clutches him by the throat, proceeding to choke the living daylights out of him. Van X reaches both hands up and pushes his palms against Nightmare’s chin in an attempt to force him away. Nightmare leans back and continues to choke him, until Van X thrusts his hand up and gauges Nightmare in the corner of the eye! Nightmare falls onto his back, as he clutches at his eye socket in agony. Chris Van X quickly pulls Nightmare up to his feet, whipping him into the ropes. Nightmare comes off the ropes and Van X drops him to the canvas with a standing drop-kick. Van X slowly moves toward the turnbuckle, where is barbed-wire wrapped singapore cane is laying underneath the bottom buckle. He leans over to pick the cane up, but by this time Nightmare is back up and rushing straight for him. Van X lays two fingers on the cane, when Nightmare nails him with a knee to the side of the head! Van X tumbles into the turnbuckle, giving Nightmare a chance to push his back up against the turnbuckle. While holding onto Van X’s jaw with one hand, he winds up with the other and plants a stiff closed right to Van X’s face! Van X’s head jolts back, leading Nightmare to strike him across the cheekbone again. Nightmare grabs the top rope with both hands and starts stomping a mudhole in Van X! Slowly but surely, Nightmare brings Van X into a sitting position. Nightmare takes this time to move away from Van X, nearing the center of the ring. Nightmare starts running toward the turnbuckle with full force to send a knee to the middle of Van X’s face, but just in time, Van X pulls himself out of the way! Nightmare’s knee connects with the turnbuckle cover and he falls to the mat with his leg held tightly in his hands.

C.P: Van X is damn lucky that Nightmare didn’t knock his sorry ass into tomorrow!

T.L: I’ll second that, Cody.

Without any pause in the situation, Chris Van X pulls Nightmare up to his feet. Quickly, Chris Van X hooks on a front face-lock as tightly as he can manage, as he leans over Nightmare’s back and slams his knuckles against Nightmare’s kidneys. Nightmare struggles to free himself from the front face-lock, but it seems as if Chris Van X has him stalled. Chris tries to force him forward, but Nightmare lowers his body and manage to grab Chris’ legs. From here, Nightmare lifts Chris Van X up toward his shoulders, then rushes toward the turnbuckle. With heavy force, Nightmare slams Chris Van X’s back against the turnbuckle, turning himself around and following up with several punches to the midsection. Nightmare backs up with his hands holding onto the two sections of the top rope, positioning himself to thrust his shoulder into Van X’s stomach. Nightmare pulls forward, but catches a knee to the gut care of Chris Van X! Van X grabs Nightmare’s head with both hands and sends him reeling backward with a headbutt to the bridge of the nose. Nightmare staggers back, but Chris Van X won’t relent, as he sends a vicious running forearm to the side of Nightmare’s head, knocking him to the canvas. Van X follows up with several kicks to Nightmare’s back and rib area. Van X turns and goes toward the far turnbuckle, heading straight for his barbed-wire wrapped singapore cane.

T.L: Van X is about to turn up the heat!

C.P: [seemingly not paying attention] What did you say? Man, he can’t beat his meat on national television. You sick fuck!

T.L: Now, Cody, you know darn well that’s not what I said.

C.P: Uhhh-ok, Ton. [giving him the hand signal for “ok”]

Van X grabs the cane and goes directly for Nightmare, who is struggling back up to his feet. Nightmare turns around to meet the singapore cane directly to the middle of his forehead, CRACK! The cane bounces away from Nightmare’s head, as the force pushes Nightmare into the ropes. Nightmare holds onto the ropes, but Van X is far from finished. He takes a swing, as if he were about to hit a home-run, slapping the cane across the side of Nightmare’s head! Nightmare falls to his knees, still holding onto the top rope! Chris Van X measures Nightmare, as the camera comes across a two inch long gash across Nightmare’s forehead, which seems to become more swollen as time passes. Van X slowly brings the cane forward, tapping it across the side of Nightmare’s head, swinging it back. He winds up, CRACK! The cane nearly breaks in half, as Nightmare falls flat across his stomach to the mat. Van X lifts the cane and takes a gander at it, revealing a jagged crack that extends from the tip of the cane to the handle! He decides to toss the cane to the side for now, while he flips Nightmare over for the pinfall. ONE………TWO……NIGHTMARE KICKS OUT!

T.L: I can’t believe after those massive blows to the head that Nightmare was able to kick out!

C.P: If he were fuckin’ smart, he’d quit right now..seriously…getting hit in the head like that…I think that’s a fuckin’ indication that you are fucking done for!

Chris Van X angrily pulls Nightmare to his feet by the hair, dragging him toward the corner of the ring where a light tube table is propped up. Before he makes any attempt to drive his opponent through the table, Van X stuns Nightmare with a few forearm shots to the head, leaving him in a dazed state while he approaches the center of the ring. Van X jumps into a run toward Nightmare. Chris Van X barges forward, but Nightmare has regained his senses, planting his feet in place. Chris Van X is about to take a swipe at Nightmare, when Nightmare leans in and hooks him by the arm! Nightmare tilts to the side, sending Van X flying upward into a somersault motion! With velocity, the high hip-toss carries Van X toward the table without any way to prevent it! Chris Van X’s body flips into the air and comes crashing down across the table with full force, BOOM! Seconds after breaking directly through the table, Van X tries to roll onto his stomach, as broken glass grinds into his arms and hands. Chris pushes himself up with his hands, trying desperately to get back up to his feet. Nightmare on the other hand searches through the pile of debris, finding a piece of broken light tube (nearly half of the light tube). Nightmare glances at the shard of glass, just before he catches Van X before he gets fully back on his feet. With a shove, he manages to bring Van X down to his knees. He pulls back on Van X’s head, driving the light tube toward the middle of his forehead! Van X thrusts his arm up just at the last second, blocking the tube from being gouged into his face! The tube penetrates Chris’ arm, breaking a piece of glass off into the wound.

T.L: My lord…that has to be one of the sickest things that I’ve ever seen!

C.P: I’m fuckin’ sure, bro! That’s fuckin’ disgusting!

Van X uses his forearm to force Nightmare’s arm away from his head, as he does a quick spin and moves into a position to take Nightmare to the mat with a double leg take-down! Chris grabs onto Nightmare’s hip with one hand and driving his other into Nightmare’s stomach with full force! Nightmare huddles over from the blow and Chris capitalizes by getting to his feet and hooking Nightmare around the waist. Van X grabs his right wrist with his left hand, holding on tightly. Van X lifts up and steps through, bringing Nightmare to the canvas with a gut-wrench suplex! Chris crawls toward the ropes in a hurry, rolling underneath the bottom rope. On the outside, Chris flips the apron skirt up for all to see, while he searches for another weapon. Pushing several tables to the side, he finally comes back out with a bundle of light tubes that have been taped together. Chris Van X slides the tubes under the bottom rope, then reenters. Nightmare is up to his feet, but he seems to be more than a bit dazed at this point. He staggers in Van X’s direction, taking a swing from nearly five feet away. Nightmare staggers forward, dripping blood from his chin!

T.L: Nightmare looks to be in bad shape, Cody.

C.P: I’m sure he could be a lot fuckin’ worse…and I’m sure he will be by the end of this!

Van X waves Nightmare in to “bring it on”, which Nightmare staggers in to respond to. Nightmare takes a swing, Chris Van X ducks and lunges forward with a stern upper-cut straight to Nightmare’s jaw! Nightmare nearly falls flat to his back, but Chris Van X grabs him by the shirt and tugs him forward. Van X sends Nightmare into the buckle with a short irish-whip. Nightmare hits the buckle with his back and he uses the top rope to hold himself upright. Chris Van X picks up the bundle of light tubes and brings it with him toward the turnbuckle. He stops a few feet short, placing the tubes on the mat before he approaches further. Van X takes a few running steps forward, blasting his elbow into Nightmare’s chest with a back elbow. Van X pulls Nightmare’s head down in order to hook him in a side headlock of sorts. Chris takes a few steps forward and jumps into the air, pulling Nightmare’s body forward. Van X clears the light tubes, but Nightmare isn’t so lucky! Chris Van X brings his weight down as his body nearly hits the mat, slamming Nightmare down across the tubes with a bulldog! The tubes explode on impact, leaving a cloud of white powder around both men! The cloud of powder floats away, revealing Nightmare laying face first in a pile of broken, blood soaked glass! Chris Van X gets up to his feet and leans over, grabbing a hand full of Nightmare’s hair. He tugs forcefully for a few seconds, before he finally manages to bring Nightmare back up. ”FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP!”, the crowd chants loudly. Van X blasts Nightmare with a forearm to the side of the head, then looks toward the crowd. Toying with the crowd, he yells. ”What next?” He points to the cane, then shakes his head with a “no”. He points to the broken glass, shrugs, then shakes his head again. He looks up to the crowd, ”Huh? What do you fucking want me to do?” The crowd chants, ”TABLE! TABLE! TABLE!” Van X points to the table, then turns his attention back to Nightmare and blasts him across the neck with his forearm.

T.L: This doesn’t look good…

C.P: It sure fuckin’ doesn’t…

Van X bends Nightmare over and props him between his legs, holding him in place. Chris Van X holds his right arm up, noticing a heavy stream of blood draining down his elbow. He turns his arm and looks at it for a second, before he totally ignores it to wrap both of his arms around Nightmare’s waist. Nightmare tires to reverse the situation by trying to lift Van X up with his upper-body, but Chris Van X releases his arms and slams his arms down across his spine with a double axe-handle. Nightmare’s resistance completely disappears at this point. Chris Van X wraps his arms around Nightmare’s waist again, but this time he makes sure that Nightmare has no fight left in him. Pushing his weight down across Nightmare’s shoulders with his ribs, Van X delivers a knee to the bridge of Nightmare’s nose! Nightmare’s head jolts up, but it comes flopping back down in a manner that seems to be unconsciousness!

T.L: It looks like Van X just knocked him…no, that couldn’t have…

C.P: Ton, he got knocked the fuck out!

Just before Nightmare’s legs buckle, Chris Van X roars with intensity as he lifts Nightmare up into position for a powerbomb! Chris Van X secures Nightmare into place,, as he takes a few small steps forward. The footsteps become more rapid, as he takes a full-on run toward the table laced with barbed-wire and light tubes in the turnbuckle. He nears the table, maybe seven feet away, and releases Nightmare to come crashing down across it with a running release power-bomb! BOOM! The tubes explode in all directions, as Nightmare’s weight snaps the table like a toothpick, breaking it into two distinct pieces.

C.P: Holy fucking shit! He just snapped Nightmare in half!

T.L: Literally!

Chris Van X walks over to the mangled mess, picking up the two broken pieces of table and throwing them over the top rope to the outside. Van X leans over again, this time picking up one of Nightmare’s legs to drag him away from the turnbuckle. As soon as he moves Nightmare far enough away from the ropes to cover him, he drops down without hooking the leg, knowing that he has this match won. Both of his palms press down on Nightmare’s chest, as Nightmare breathes in shallow breaths… ONE…..TWO…..THREE!, Chris Van X pops up to his knees and raises his arms in the air! The referee quickly makes his way over to the ropes, leaning through to grab the Street-Fight championship belt.

As the referee hands the championship belt over to Chris Van X, who then holds the belt high into the air with his bloodied arm. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees something near the entrance. He turns around, lowering the championship belt as his eyes lock onto President Maddog accompanied by Gary “Liberator” Britton! Maddog reveals a disgusted expression, as he puts a mic up to his mouth.

Maddog: Congratulations, Chris, congratulations….

Van X flips the championship belt over his shoulder, as he points toward Maddog. ”What the fuck do you want, asshole!?”, Van X yells loudly. Maddog turns to Britton, exchanging a short laugh.

Maddog: Not only did Gary Britton and myself come out here to congratulate you on such a momentous occasion…we came out here to put some rumors to rest. Either you accept my challenge to face Gary Britton next week, or you will never meet me inside that ring. Chris, by no means am I afraid of you. By no means have you gotten the best of me in any way, shape, or form. And by no means am I backing away from your challenge, Van X. You see, Gary Britton came into the picture with two intentions. He’s here to help Jeremy Clarkson and the Apocalypse of Wrestling continue on with our excellence, considering all of the alliances that have been formed as of late. His second point, he’s here to prove to you and the rest of the others just like you that…you aren’t hardcore…you’re just living an unrealistic, unattainable fantasy.

Maddog hands the microphone over to Britton, who twitches slightly before putting the microphone up.

Gary Britton: Look at this faggot, prancing around with his little championship belt over his shoulder, claiming to be hardcore. You can have all the fucking gold and silver that this fuckin’ planet has to offer around your little waist, but to me that doesn’t mean shit! Listen close bitch, we all know that Clarkson holds the only championship that means a good goddamn thing in this federation! [Slight chuckle] You want to know about hardcore, Van X? Next week, I’ll fuckin’ show you what hardcore really is!

Maddog steps toward Britton and his voice is picked up slightly over the mic, ”Next week?” Britton pulls the microphone to his mouth, again.

Gary Britton: You’re fuckin’ right, dog, fuck next fucking week! Let’s go right fucking now, Van X! C’mon! C’mon you little bitch, let’s fuckin’ go!

Britton throws the microphone down, as he takes off running down the aisle toward the ring. Chris Van X drops his championship belt on the canvas, making his way through the ropes. Britton and Van X meet half-way, immediately trading lefts and rights. Van X manages to pull Britton’s hooded sweatshirt over his head, but before he can even throw one punch, Maddog rushes in and blasts Van X with a left jab to the chin. Van X releases Britton, who steps back and pulls his hoodie all the way off to reveal an “Apocalypse of Wrestling” t-shirt underneath. Maddog jabs Van X in the jaw one more time, then slams him head first into the guardrail! Britton rushes in with a waist-level stomp to the side of the head! Van X falls to the floor and both Apocalypse of Wrestling allies start stomping Chris Van X into the floor! Out from the back comes none other than, Sean Van X! Sean rushes down the ramp with a steel chair in hand, going underneath the radar of the two members of the Apocalypse of Wrestling. Sean Van X approaches with the chair swung in the air, bringing it down across the back of Gary Britton’s cranium! Britton hits the floor like a sack of bricks, as Maddog turns around after hearing the smack of the chair. Sean puts the chair up to his waist level, then extends his arms out toward Maddog. He presses the chair against Maddog’s chest and pushes him backward. Maddog gives Sean a quick smile, then puts his middle finger up in his face. Sean Van X pulls the chair back and swings it over his head. He tries to pull the chair down, but he is stopped by two security guards from behind! One of the guards wrestles the chair away from him and the other holds his arms from behind. Before too long, security has stepped in with full authority, standing between the Van X Boyz and Britton and Maddog. The two (Sean and Chris Van X) see no way around the guards, as they form a wall of sorts. Maddog and Britton, both make their way back up the ramp exchanging words that come with a slight chuckle. Before they disappear behind the curtain, both men stare back down at the Van X Boyz, who seem to have vengeance set deep in their eyes and equally in their mind.

C.P: Fuck, I can fuckin’ agree with that, bro.

T.L: I’m sure we haven’t seen the end. We never seem to see the end of it…

C.P: Fo shizzle!

T.L: Well, let’s cut to the back where Shocker is awaiting his air time for the night….

C.P: Shocker doesn’t fuckin’ deserve it! He’s a whiny, no good bitch!

T.L: Cody, it’s on the schedule, let’s just get it over with.

The camera cuts to the backstage, where Jerry Norris is accompanying Shocker. A crew members whispers loudly, ”Psstt…Norris…hey…HEY DICKHEAD!” Norris turns his head away from Shocker with a shrug, ”What?” A annoyed response is blasted back, ”You’re on air, dipshit! Let’s roll!” Norris tries to regain a stable mindset, as he lifts the microphone, fumbling his free hand along the bottom of his jacket.

Norris: This is Jerry Norris here again, this time I’ll be giving you the truth behind Shocker’s return.

Shocker turns and looks at Norris as if he were mildly retarded.

Norris: I have heard from various sources that your beef with Clarkson has been brewing for quite some time. The roots stem back to the days of XCW, correct.

Shocker looks blankly at Norris, replying with an irritated tone. ”Yeah, that’s right…anything else?”

Norris: For all those who don’t know the story, I’ll explain briefly. Jeremy Clarkson help provide his knowledge of the professional wrestling world to make XCW strive, acting as the president of that now defunct organization. In those days of XCW, Clarkson attempted to humiliate and destroy, this man, Shocker’s career. In all of Clarkson’s attempts, Shocker vowed that he would pay Clarkson and his associates back, but it all mostly rode along Clarkson’s shoulders. After many humiliating events Shocker disappeared and has no resurfaced to destroy the Ultimate heavyweight champion, Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson once and for all. Is there any other facts that you’d like to point out, Shocker?

Norris moves the microphone toward Shocker, who takes a moment before he speaks.

Shocker: Listen, you should all know the truth by now. The reasons are beyond obvious, Norris. And on this level, I don’t have anything more to say about it!

The camera quickly turns to the right, after hearing a shout from nearby. Gary Britton runs into the picture, thus hitting Shocker from behind with a massive blow to the head with the cattle prod that was seen earlier, knocking him to the floor. Clarkson appears with the metal canister in hand with Justin Denison in toe! Britton laughs as he steps away from Shocker, as Clarkson tears the lid off of the canister of flammable liquid. Shocker squirms slightly, but it doesn’t stop Jeremy Clarkson from sloshing the liquid all over Shocker’s body! Maddog can be heard yelling in the background, ”Get that mother fucker!”

T.L: No, don’t do this. This situation is out of control, folks, I apologize.

C.P: Fuck apologizing, the people live for this!

Britton hands the cattle prod over to Clarkson, who test the prod – blue sparks speckle the end of the prod. Shocker struggles to his hands and feet, but Denison and Britton keep him on his knees with a few punches and kicks. Clarkson steps forward and jabs the cattle prod against Shocker’s back, the spark of the prod catches the liquid! Flames shoot up Shocker’s shirt and he immediately flops down to the floor, rolling around violently to extinguish the flames.

T.L: OH MY GOD!

C.P: This is where it’s fuckin’ at!

The Apocalypse of Wrestling laugh hysterically, as Shocker struggles to put the flames out, but his actions become useless. Seconds later, a cloud shoots down over Shocker’s body from a fire extinguisher. The camera turns to the side, seeing G-Man with Black Rain at his side. After shooting off the fire extinguisher, G-Man flips it into his hands and takes a running start at anyone that he can get his hands on. Britton steps forward, only to be knocked down to the floor in a heap after G-Man bashes him across the forehead with the extinguisher. Denison steps up and stalls G-Man with a right hook, but this brings Black Rain into the picture! Black Rain rushes up and starts throwing jabs at Denison. Clarkson comes up from behind and nails Black Rain with an elbow to the back of the head before he turns him around. Clarkson rifles off a series of stiff rights, then he proceeds in slamming Black Rain head first against the nearby wall, taking him out of the picture. Maddog rushes onto the scene, helping Denison bring G-Man to the floor. Britton, Denison, Maddog, and Clarkson all take their turns stomping G-Man back to the floor, until security makes their way in. Maddog points at the guards, ”If you want your jobs, I suggest you don’t stick your nose in my business.” The situation goes on for a few more minutes, before we finally cut back to the balcony, here in Viking Hall.

C.P: Who wants to hear a bunch of fuckin’ talking anyway? Not me, Ton!

T.L: Well, next up we have the main event, folks. Verbal exchanges have turned up the heat for this confrontation that started last week at the pay per view, Made of Glass.

C.P: Clarkson showed Acid the reason why not many men get away with talkin’ shit about him.

T.L: He threw him in a dumpster and lit it on fire!

C.P: So? I’ve seen worse shit happen over a sandwich.

T.L: Cody, I think it’s about time that you admit yourself into rehabilitation.

C.P: Rehab is for quitters and I ain’t quittin’ nothin’ until I get my rebate check.

T.L: Rebate check?

C.P: Crunk Inc., mutha-fucka!

Before we cut to the ring, a short excerpt plays, displaying Clarkson’s attack on Acid at “Made of Glass”. The excerpt nears it’s end, flashing the faces of Acid then Clarkson. The pictures come together, soon engulfed by flames, just before we cut back to the ring, where Acid has already made his entrance. Acid is standing in the center of the ring, glaring down at the entrance as “Cryptorchild” by Marilyn Manson kicks up over the p.a. system. Justin “The Real Deal” Denison steps through the curtain first, turning around to point at the Ultimate heavyweight champion, Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson. An overwhelming boom of hatred is heard from the crowd toward these two men, but as usual – they pay no attention to the ignorance. Clarkson looks at Denison, ”Hey bro, you can go to the back, I’ve got this under control. Denison nods, handing over a shining silver object to Clarkson. Clarkson smirks, as he gets a good grip on around the handle of a staple gun

T.L: Clarkson has a staple gun!

C.P: Good fucking observation, Sherlock.

Denison pats Clarkson on the shoulder, before he finally goes through the curtain and returns to the backstage area. Clarkson slowly makes his way down to the ring, as the ring announcer pipes up over the microphone.

Announcer: Our main event will be contested under the stipulations that the first man to secure his opponent inside the dumpster here at ringside for a ten count will be declared the winner!

The crowd erupts, as Clarkson makes his way around the outside of the ring toward the ring steps.

C.P: Don’t fucking forget the flaming tables, asshole!

T.L: Hey, he’s just doing his job, Cody.

Clarkson stops to look over at Acid, who is taking a few steps toward him, before he starts through the ropes.

T.L: Chaos has been defined here tonight, folks. I’m sure this match will add further to it.

C.P: With Clarkson, that’ a fucking given!

Acid comes at Clarkson just as he steps through the ropes, clipping him in the side of the head with several right-handed blows forcing Clarkson to drop the staple gun. Acid pulls Clarkson through the ropes and immediately sends him across the ring into the far ropes. Clarkson comes off the ropes with a tremendous amount of speed, while Acid measures the situation. Acid goes low to shoulder take Clarkson down with a spear, but Clarkson narrowly avoids it with a leap-frog directly over him! Clarkson comes back off the ropes, just as Acid turns around! Clarkson turns to the side forcing his momentum into his knee, driving it into Acid’s midsection! Acid crouches over, clutching his stomach in complete agony. Clarkson quickly grabs Acid by the neck and takes him to the mat with a force-fed swinging neckbreaker. Clarkson rises up to his knees, pulling Acid up by the head. Clarkson winds his arm back and unleashes a fury of right handed blows to the middle of Acid’s mug. From the blows, Clarkson slams Acid’s head back against the canvas, as he pulls himself up to his feet. Acid starts to his feet, but Clarkson cuts him off and rips him up to his feet. With an irish-whip, Clarkson sends Acid into the ropes. Acid comes back off the ropes and Clarkson devastates him with a stiff closeline! Clarkson kneels down to flip Acid onto his stomach, then he stands up and dives down with a forceful knee to the back of Acid’s dome. From here, Clarkson grabs hold of Acid’s head and pulls him up to his feet, pulling back with one arm with a wind-up. Clarkson swings, but Acid manages to put his arm up and block the blow! Acid steps forward to connect with a headbutt, followed by a whip into the ropes. Acid rushes after Clarkson and when Clarkson turns to hit the ropes, Acid directly behind him. Acid thrusts his arm up and hits Clarkson with a closeline, knocking Clarkson over the top rope and onto the apron!

T.L: Acid is putting up quite a fight against the champ.

C.P: Again, stating the fucking obvious…

Acid steps through the ropes and hops off the apron, waiting for Clarkson to get up to his feet on his own will. When Clarkson nearly reaches his feet, Acid moves in with a few punches to the side of Clarkson’s head to stun him slightly. With that, Acid grips Clarkson by the back of the head and attempts to slam him head first into the steel ring post. Clarkson blocks the attempt by putting his hand on the post, reversing the situation with a back elbow to Acid’s chest. Clarkson swings his arm back and catches Acid by the back of the head, ramming him forehead first into the post! After throwing Acid into the post, Clarkson pulls him to the side and throws him shoulder first into the guardrail. Acid hits the side of his shoulder on the rail and falls to his hands and knees. Clarkson walks around the corner of the ring toward a table that is already set up with the lighter fluid and matches on it’s top. Clarkson grabs the matches and fluid, then tosses them onto the apron. He quickly lifts one side of the table up and folds the leg up, picking the table up. Clarkson turns his head to the side, looking over his shoulder to see Acid making his way around the corner of the ring. Clarkson lifts the table up over his head and flips it over his shoulder, tossing it directly behind him. Just as Acid makes his way around the corner the table collides with the top of his head. The table bounces off Acid’s head and falls to the side and onto the floor, while Acid tumbles down into a seated position on the concrete floor. Clarkson moves in close, nailing Acid with several punches to the head. Clarkson pushes Acid onto his back, as he steps over him and makes his way toward several steel chairs that are set up near the rail. Clarkson grabs a chair and folds it up immediately, but Acid is already regaining his composure. Clarkson has the chair folded and he turns around, but meets a quick stomp to the midsection. Acid swipes the steel chair away from Clarkson and swings it high above his head. WHAM! Acid swats the chair over the top of Clarkson’s head with such force that it knocks Clarkson back into the guardrail. Clarkson holds onto the railing for a second, but Acid has the chair above his head again, stepping forward. Acid moves in within range of blasting Clarkson again, but before he can even think of taking a swing with the chair, Clarkson nails him in the stomach with a kick. Acid drops the chair and huddles over, grabbing onto his stomach. Clarkson steps in and hooks Acid with a front face-lock, turning Acid around in a semi-circle, dropping Acid’s head to the concrete floor with a stiff, precise d-d-t!

C.P: This is Clarkson’s fucking element, he’s the king of hardcore. Who in their right fucking mind would even attempt fighting a man who’s element is anything that involves hardcore wrestling?

T.L: I’ll tell you who, Cody. A very deranged and sick individual.

Clarkson crawls onto his hands and knees, just as the lights in the arena dim slightly. A child’s voice is heard over the p.a. system, “As I lay me down to sleep…I pray to lord, my soul to keep..” The child’s voice shows an indication of fear, as the message proceeds. A short pause in the voice occurs, ”Please save me from..the nightmare…” The lights slowly return to their normal state, as Clarkson stands up and looks around the arena for the person responsible. Clarkson turns back toward Acid and leans over to pull him up, but Acid thrusts his arm up and catches Clarkson with a low blow! Clarkson holds his “area”, staggering back as Acid has made an opening to get back up to his feet. Acid climbs to his feet and nails Clarkson with a stinging jab to the chin, then he turns Clarkson around toward the apron. Acid pulls Clarkson’s head back and proceeds to slam Jeremy Clarkson’s face into the apron with authority. THUD! Acid rolls Clarkson back into the ring, then makes his way over to the table that had been used was used to knock him silly just a few minutes ago. He flips the legs into a folded position and picks the table up, he takes a few rushed steps toward the apron and sends the table flying into the ring over the top rope. When Acid returns into the ring, he goes straight for the table, picking it up and leaning it against the turnbuckle. He makes sure it is stable, before he heads back over to Clarkson. Acid takes a running start at Clarkson, but he didn’t expect Clarkson to step back and send him down to the mat with a drop toe-hold. Clarkson climbs over Acid’s back and pulls him up to his hands and knees. With both of his legs on either side of Acid’s body, Clarkson holds Acid’s head back with his left hand, while he winds up with his right. Clarkson takes a swing and clips Acid across the jaw cheekbone and nose with a hook punch (reference: similar to Taz in ECW). Acid’s head lashes to the side, but just as his head swings to the left, Clarkson swings his left arm and clips him with another hook punch. Acid drops down slightly, as Clarkson is about to step over him. On his way to stepping over Acid, Clarkson drops the bottom of his wrestling boot on the top of Acid’s head. “The King of Hardcore” Jeremy Clarkson nears the ropes, where the staple gun is laying in the same position where he had dropped in the beginning of the match. Clarkson quickly leans over and picks the staple gun up off the canvas. Acid storms back up to his feet, slightly staggered, making a direct line toward Clarkson. Clarkson starts toward Acid with a slight sprint. Near the center of the ring the two are almost in position to collide with one another, but Clarkson swings his arm out and knocks Acid across the forehead with the staple gun. Acid falls to his back, grabbing onto his forehead with one hand after being pummeled by the ultimate champion. The camera zooms in on Acid’s face, just as his hand is removed from his face, revealing a trickle of blood running down his forehead. Clarkson leans over Acid and pulls him into a sitting position. Clarkson sees the blood flowing, which seems to drive him further to destroy his opponent.

T.L: Clarkson is like a shark that has smelled fresh blood.

C.P: Shit, Clarkson is a veteran of hardcore wrestlin’. He knows that if his opponent is fuckin’ bleeding that if he forces them to bleed just a little bit more, it’s gonna fuckin’ put them away.

T.L: You’re right on the money, Cody. Blood loss, most of the time, leads to fatigue. That’s the key to wearing down an opponent and winning the bout.

As Tony Lockton said, Clarkson goes for the blood like a hungry shark. Clarkson is still leaning forward, pulling Acid’s head up in order to bring his forehead into a better position. With a quick swipe, Clarkson brings the butt of the staple gun down across the small laceration on Acid’s head. After the blow, the wound seems to have opened wider, dribbling several streams down Acid’s head now. Clarkson smacks the end of the staple gun across Acid’s head again, this time leaving a circular bruise toward the middle of the forehead of Acid. Clarkson steps away from Acid to lean over and reach into his boot, pulling out a wad of fresh green dollar bills. Clarkson flips through the small wad of bills; hundreds, twenties, tens, fives…he pulls the larger bills out of the stack and slides them back into his boot. Clarkson grips the bills and the staple gun in one hand, while he steps in and reaches down with his free hand. With one arm, Clarkson leads Acid up to his feet by the head. Acid is forced into a headbutt from Clarkson, dropping him back down to his knees. Clarkson moves around Acid’s side and goes around his back. As Clarkson is behind Acid, he grabs him by the chin with his free hand and pulls his head backward. Clarkson puts the staple gun against Acid’s head and pulls the trigger, injecting a lone staple into Acid’s forehead. Acid winces, as the staple penetrates the flesh on his forehead. Clarkson looks at the bleeding forehead of Acid just before he lifts the gun and bashes it off of Acid’s wound again.

T.L: Clarkson is ruthless, so ruthless that I believe that no man should step into that ring with him.

C.P: Finally, you fucking get the picture. Good for you, Tony, good for you.

Acid pulls his hands up, but Clarkson beats him to the punch and he grabs Acid’s face with both hands. With one hand on Acid’s cheek and the other near his lower jaw, Clarkson forces Acid’s mouth open. Acid tries to fend off Clarkson, but by this time Clarkson is already in control of the situation. Quickly, Clarkson reaches his fingers into Acid’s mouth and grips onto his tongue. Jeremy Clarkson has now pulled Acid’s tongue out of his mouth and holding on tightly with two fingers. Clarkson drops several of the dollar bills to the mat, leaving one in the palm of his hand that his the staple gun in it. Clarkson quickly maneuvers his fingers around the handle of the staple gun and opens the bill and slaps it onto the middle of Acid’s tongue. Acid’s saliva holds the bill in place, while Clarkson brings the staple gun in closer to his face. Quickly, Clarkson places the staple gun against the tongue to hold the bill in place. The camera zooms in closely on Acid’s mouth, showing the crisp one-dollar bill.

C.P: Look at that, not even worth a twenty-spot! Not even worth a Lincoln! Ha, ha, ha!

T.L: I’m sure that Mr. Washington would be proud…..

Clarkson squeezes the trigger and injects the solid piece of steel into Acid’s fleshy tongue! Acid squints in pain, as Clarkson thrusts him to the canvas with a hearty push. He raises the stable gun in the air, as the crowd reacts in a disgusted manner.

T.L: Look!

The camera pans over to the large monitor over the entrance, displaying a contest from a little over a year ago to this day: Clarkson [vs] Nightmare for the Ultimate heavyweight championship. The clips shows various bumps of the contest, being cut out by static every once and a while. Clarkson turns and sees the footage, the end result of the contest that brought himself and Nightmare to the top of the fifteen foot high, hell in a cell style cage. He glares at the screen, as he sees the final seconds of that bout. [Video: Nightmare and Clarkson both tumble off the top of the ladder, ending with both men having the championship belt in hand, both beaten and bloodied.] The monitor shuts off, as Clarkson glares toward the entrance, slightly confused by the situation.

T.L: Someone is trying to play mind games with Clarkson, but I’m not sure if it’s going to work.

C.P: It’s probably that bitch, Acid. You know he’ll try anything to win this fucking match, because he’ll have to pull out everything in his fucking arsenal to defeat him.

T.L: Those few seconds have given Acid enough time to recover, look!

From behind, Acid turns Clarkson around and grabs him by the wrist. With a heavy pull, Acid drops onto his back and this sends Clarkson toward the table, that has been propped up against the turnbuckle, with an irish-whip. Clarkson slams chest first into the table with his head snapping forward and knocking against the tabletop, but the force wasn’t enough to break the table. Clarkson steps a few feet back with his hand placed over his face, as Acid rushes at him from behind. Before Clarkson knows it, Acid is directly behind him and in position to lunge forward. Acid comes around Clarkson’s side and catches him with a quick side headlock of sorts, with his legs pointed forward.

T.L: Acid is looking to bulldog Clarkson into that table!

Acid’s weight brings Clarkson to stagger forward, but he quickly grasps Acid around the waist. With a quick reflex, Clarkson manage to catch Acid’s leg to suspend him in the air.

T.L: Clarkson has avoided the bulldog, I don’t believe it.

C.P: Believe it, you fucking just saw it.

Clarkson hoists Acid up into position for a belly-to-back suplex, turning around in a circle to face his back to the table. Clarkson lets out a slight groan before he takes one wobbling step backward to kick his legs from underneath himself with a slight jump. Clarkson uses his arms to pull Acid down with heavy force across the middle of the table. A loud thud echoes through the arena, as Acid’s head is the first body part to hit the table. After Acid’s head hits, Clarkson’s belly-to-back suplex sends Acid snapping through the middle of the table.

C.P: Clarkson is the man and he’s fuckin’ proving it!

With Acid downed, Clarkson rolls to the side and grabs onto the bottom rope. He manages to pull himself under the bottom rope onto the apron, then he steps foot on the floor. Clarkson quickly makes his way around the side of the ring toward another table that had been set-up. He folds the legs of the table up and picks the table up over his head and makes his way over to the dumpster that has been placed near the entry way to the ringside area. Clarkson puts the table on the apron of the ring, before he goes over to the dumpster and grabs onto the lip of the opening. He pulls hard and moves the dumpster within a few feet of the apron…

T.L: What is Clarkson planning on doing here?

C.P: I have a slight clue, but he could be fuckin’ doing anything.

Jeremy Clarkson grabs the table and slams it down over the opening of the dumpster, making sure that it is secure enough around the edges of the dumpster. Clarkson quickly positions the table over the top of the dumpster, then proceeds back up onto the apron with the bottle of lighter fluid in hand. Clarkson opens the lid, spraying enough of it’s contents to leave a small puddle on top of the table! Clarkson tosses the bottle of lighter fluid down to the floor at ringside, as he fumbles through the small book of matches. Acid pulls himself up by use of the middle rope, near Clarkson’s side. Clarkson glances over and sees Acid struggling to his feet, so he clutches the book of matches in his palm and makes a fist with that hand. Clarkson side steps and leans over the top rope and nails Acid in the back of the head with a closed fist. Acid drops slightly, leaning his head through the middle rope, giving Clarkson the idea to pull him out onto the apron as well.

T.L: It looks like Clarkson is going to finish what he started at “Made of Glass”, folks.

C.P: He’s not only goin’ to finish it, he’s going to take out of the fucking garbage!

Clarkson now has Acid out on the apron, where he blasts him with a few short punches to daze Acid. Acid holds onto the top rope, as the blood streams down his face in a somewhat large accumulation now, bearing the crimson mask. Clarkson opens his hand and flips the book of matches open. He grabs several matches and holds them in a bunch, striking them across the strip. The matches strike up and Clarkson quickly leans over and drops them onto the fluid soaked tabletop. WHOOF! The flames kick up immediately after contact with the matches.

T.L: Things are about to heat up!

The blazing table begins billowing smoke, as Clarkson hits Acid with an elbow to the side of the head then positions him near the edge of the apron! Clarkson wraps his arms around Acid’s waist, nearly picking him up off the apron. The lights flash in a strobe-light fashion, forcing the attention away from Clarkson and Acid. The struggle between Clarkson and Acid cannot be seen through the flashing light, forcing the fans to chant, ”CAN’T SEE SHIT! CAN’T SEE SHIT!” Seconds later, the entire arena goes dark and sickening thud is heard! The lights come back on, as Acid lay on the apron of the ring on his back with Nightmare standing on the side of the dumpster within inches of the apron. The camera pans over, seeing that the flaming table is nowhere in sight, the same goes for Clarkson. Seconds later, the shuddering hand of Clarkson reaches out from the inside of the dumpster, as a slight hint of smoke wisps out of the inside of the dumpster. Acid quickly leans over the opening to grab one side of the dumpster’s lid. He clasps onto the edge, flipping it shut, forcing Clarkson’s hand back into the dumpster! Acid jumps off the apron and quickly slams the second half of the dumpster lid closed, the count begins from the referee. Acid pushes down on the two sections of the lid to the dumpster. The count ceases, with the bell sounding loudly throughout the arena, as the crowd sits in a hushed state.

T.L: It seems that Nightmare has cost Jeremy Clarkson the win….

C.P: That no good sheep-fucker.

Without notice, the Apocalypse of Wrestling make their way down to the ring in a hurry. Nightmare glances at Acid and nods to him, showing a form of respect toward him, before he rushes over to the guardrail. From there, Nightmare exits through the crowd, as Gary Britton comes running in his direction. Britton holds himself over the railing, screaming in Nightmare’s direction, but Nightmare cannot be seen through the thickness of the crowd. Denison and Maddog help Clarkson out of the dumpster, while Acid tries to get to high ground (the ring). Britton sees Acid on retreat, so he slides into the ring and stalks Acid silently. Britton’s excitement gets the better of him, as he stomps the canvas with his boot and gains Acid’s attention. Britton steps forward and Acid is about to confront him when Maddog, Denison, and Clarkson enter the ring. With the four men inside the ring, Acid is forced into the corner with nowhere to go. Soon, Mario C. and the Renegades come down to the ring in their entirety. Cyrus and Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall are the first to hit the ring, as Denison and Clarkson turn around. Cyrus goes for Clarkson and Hall brings the fight to Denison, all four exchanging rights, lefts, kicks, and stomps! The Boyz enter the ring, as Mario C. stands near the apron at ringside. Jazz slides under the bottom rope, but is stopped by Gary Britton with a big stomp to the side of the head. Britton pulls him up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Meanwhile, AWOL catches Maddog with a spear from the side, nearly knocking him out of his boots! AWOL crawls over Maddog and pulls his head up, slamming a series of right fists to his head. Acid comes out of the turnbuckle, making his way over to Cyrus and Clarkson. Clarkson has just given Cyrus a boot to the midsection, doubling him over, blasting him with punches to the back of the head. Acid comes up from behind, turning Clarkson around. Acid connects with a few jabs, as Cyrus grabs Clarkson’s arms from behind to help Acid pummel their foe. Hall has Denison in the turnbuckle, sending brutal kicks to his ribcage. Hall swings his leg to connect with the final blow, but Denison catches the leg and steps away from the turnbuckle. With a quick dropping spin, Denison takes Derrick “Demon Hunter” Hall to the canvas with a dragon-screw leg-whip! Denison rushes over to help his good friend, Clarkson, blasting Acid with a closeline to the side of the neck. Acid tumbles to the canvas and Cyrus releases Clarkson to go after Denison. Denison takes a huge swing, but Cyrus ducks under and catches Denison with a full force punch to the chest.

T.L: Another wild brawl between these two factions!

Meanwhile, on the outside Mario C. flips open his cell phone, making a brief conversation. Quickly, he flips the phone closed and puts it back in his pocket and slides into the ring. Cyrus whips Denison into the corner, but Mario C. turns Cyrus around and says something to him. Cyrus nods to Mario, then makes his way toward the ropes and quickly exits the ring while he can. Cyrus runs down the aisle…

T.L: What’s going on here?

C.P: A fight, you dipshit!

T.L: No, no, no…Why did Cyrus leave?

C.P: Because…he’s got diarrhea, fuck, I don’t know man.

Acid pulls Mario C. out of the way, as Clarkson comes at him with a closeline. But with Acid moving Mario out of the way, Clarkson takes him down like a bulldozer with a vicious closeline from hell! In the turnbuckle, Jazz and AWOL are working Maddog over like there is no tomorrow. The two are ruthless with their actions, barely allowing Maddog to breath with their punishment. Clarkson and Denison make their way over to Maddog, pulling Jazz and AWOL away from their ally. Denison brings his elbow up and nails AWOL across the bridge of the nose, then slings him through the ropes to the outside.

T.L: Oh no..

C.P: It’s those damn Van X Boyz, I fuckin’ tell ya, man.

Chris Van X hits the ring with the barbed-wire wrapped singapore cane in hand, while Sean climbs up the turnbuckle. Mario C. makes his way around the ring, finding sanctuary in an empty turnbuckle across the ring. Maddog looks across the ring and sees Mario C., but he decides to catch his breath before doing anything about this situation. Meanwhile, Chris Van X rushes up behind Clarkson and Denison. He winds up the cane and takes a wild swing, cracking Denison across the back of the head and knocking him to the canvas. Clarkson turns around and sees Chris Van X, but it’s already too late! CRACK! Clarkson hits the canvas, after a severe blow to the head from Chris Van X. Acid is watching a few feet away from the turnbuckle, where Sean Van X is perched up on the top rope. Acid doesn’t even notice Van X at this point, which brings Sean Van X to spring himself off the top rope! With the leap, Sean Van X twists his body in mid-air, connecting with a huge spinning leg-lariat to the back of Acid’s head! As Sean’s leg connects with the back of Acid’s cranium, the two hit the canvas with quickness. Chris Van X turns around and sees Gary Britton, who is in the corner checking in with Maddog. Chris takes this opportunity to dash across the ring with his cane wound back. When he gets close enough, Chris Van X nearly takes Britton’s head off with a monstrous cane shot! Sean Van X is back on his feet, making his way across the ring to Denison and Clarkson. The two are now back up on their feet, but Sean Van X meets them both with a pair of punches. Denison shakes off Van X’s punch and he starts blasting him across the chin with a few quick jabs. After the jabs cease, Clarkson kicks him in the stomach and slings him against the turnbuckle. Clarkson isn’t finished, he starts rifling his fist across Van X’s face with fury, that is until Chris Van X comes back over. He drops the cane and goes right for Denison and the two start battling. The fists fly back and forth, until the brawl finally spills through the ropes onto the outside of the ring. Clarkson wings Sean Van X through the ropes, as well, joining Denison and Chris Van X!

T.L: This is insane!

Gary Britton rolls under the bottom rope to the outside to help his partners, as Acid and the Boyz all make their way out at the same time to exact some revenge. All of the men cluster together and this brawl explodes from ringside and over the guardrail.

T.L: Look, Maddog and Mario C. are the only two men left inside that ring!

C.P: Well, I’ll be damned. I wouldn’t fuckin’ doubt if Maddog is intending to kill that fruit-loop, bastard.

Maddog and Mario C. stand on opposite sides of the ring, as they finally notice that they are the only two left inside. The two stare at each other from across the ring, which doesn’t sit quite well with Maddog. Maddog forward in Mario’s direction, ”So you think that you actually stand a fucking chance against the Apocalypse, huh? Is that right, Mario?” Mario C. rubs his chin as he ponders, soon nodding his head up and down. ”Wow, I’m surprised that you understood that. Good for you, want a cookie?, Mario C. responds with sheer cockiness. The crowd chuckles slightly along with him, giving acceptance to Mario C. at this time. Maddog points his index finger at Mario, ”Well, it looks like someone wants to be the hero.”, Maddog growls. Mario C. turns away from Maddog and taunts him by throwing his arms up into the air, showing that he’s not scared of Maddog. The crowd cheers Mario on, as Maddog stands in the center of the ring with his arms crossed over his chest. Mario starts to exit the ring, as Maddog pipes up again. ”That’s right, Mario, run away with your tail between your legs, coward!” Mario C. turns and steps onto the apron and the two stare each other down, until the scene switches quickly.

C.P: Looks like something’s going down backstage..goddamn it.

G-Man is seen walking through a backstage hallway in Viking Hall, he turns the corner and sees a camera crew set up at the end of the hall conducting interviews. He walks down the hall towards the crew, as he gets halfway there Cyrus turns the corner and comes face to face with him. The two men exchange words and Cyrus takes the National championship title belt and slams it across the face of G-Man. Cyrus who is wearing rubber gloves take a knife out of his pocket and begins to cut the belt, he cuts off the buckle on the end of the belt and cuts several leather pieces until he gets to the middle of the belt. He takes the leather pieces and begins to shove them into G-Man’s face, as he lay prone on the floor. He takes the center section of the title and slams it across G-Man’s face again, this time busting him wide open, then Cyrus continues to cut the belt into several leather sections. He takes each of the sections and begins to shove them into G-Man’s face and mouth.

T.L: Cyrus with some payback?

C.P: Well, G-Man did piss on his belt…what’s next a Cleveland steamer?

G-Man is down on the ground and is not moving, Cyrus takes his fist and pushed the leather pieces into G-Man’s mouth, but G-Man is coughing up what looks to be blood and vomit from the piss soaked title. As Cyrus walks away he takes the center section of the title and puts it into a bag that he has been carrying with him. He takes off the gloves and throws them down on the body of G-Man who is trying to make it to his feet. Cyrus walks down the hall to the interview section.

Cyrus: G-Man you want to try and make a fool out of me? You want to try and desecrate my title? I told you that there was no way in hell that you would walk out with my belt, well now I was wrong. You will walk out with pieces of my title…..SHOVED DOWN YOUR FUCKIN THROAT!

Cyrus pauses, showing his true anger toward the situation.

Cyrus: Next week, me and you bitch….STEEL CAGE……I QUIT MATCH!

Cyrus turns away from the camera and starts back down the hallway…

T.L: We are out of time, folks. I hate when this happens!

C.P: Isn’t it fuckin’ sweet how we do this shit to you all every week and you still come back for more…if it were me watching, I would have stopped watching this fucking show months ago. See you next week, bitches!

The Liberation 2004 copyright flashes on the bottom section of the screen, as Liberation fades off the airwaves.