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*The scene snows in with a group shot of the FIRM in front of the TKOW! logo. The shot catches fire and burns away from the center outward to reveal a picture of CEO Phoenix posing in front of the HPWA logo.*



The shot changes to the door of Soulfly's CEO office. The door opens to show Phoenix at Soulfly's desk, in full "Commish" gear of a dark green Armani and matching '8' logo mask, and is surrounded by the members of Section 8 as the FIRM walks in. co-CEO Soulfly, former Women's Champion Miranda, World Champion Icarus, President Dave Rave, and announcer Vega.

T.H. Power: What's with all the downers I see before me? I think Fly hasn't been giving out the pick-me-ups like he used to!

Soulfly starts to speak up but Phoenix cuts him off.

Phoenix: Whoa there pattycake. There's business to be taken care of. You all sit down and keep zipped.

*The FIRM reluctantly takes seats on the far side of the table as Power hands Lady Hawke and Xyrynth folders to hand off to the entrants.*

T.H. Power: Since I closed HPWA, I've been bored. This little CEO bit for Phoenix allowed me the luxury of getting down and dirty with real work. I started light, but quickly found myself reviewing contracts. Now when I first pulled the pile, I half expected to see napkins covered in crayon and lipstick, but I was very surprised to see real legal documentation.

The fun thing was, though, that there are a few discrepencies. First is this Violent Reaction hoo-ha. Sure sure, Leona pulled down some zippers- I mean pulled some strings, so that Havoc and Burden could slip into TKOW! along with their pal Jace Mingla. But as it turns out, they still need an authoritative signature. And seeing as how Phoenix is the authority, he's not quite willing to sign them just yet.

Phoenix: That's just the start. The fun part? Digging out the old contracts, and finding a few files with some nasty dust on them. Turns out there are two TKOW! Megastars that aren't contracted to wrestle with TKOW!, they are allowed to wrestle in TKOW! via contracts through, uhm, page 3... Here it is. Revolution Inc.

*Most of the table seems oblivious as they flip through the folders, but Soulfly's demeanor is breaking...*

T.H. Power: One of these poor souls is Extreme Killer Phil. But we have a soft spot for the mildly retarded, so Phoenix resigned him with a real honest to goodness contract. The other? Oh you'll like this. That would be you, wouldn't it?

*Power points off, straight at co-CEO Soulfly!*

Soulfly: What of it?

Phoenix: Seeing as how you have no legal TKOW! contract, you aren't needed here.

*Soulfly stands up, knocking his chair over.*

Soulfly: Fine. I'll take the night off, light one up, and just sign myself next show.

*Soulfly starts to leave, but Phoenix calls to him.*

Phoenix: Not gonna happen. I have the power THIS show to tie up your Revolution contract in the courts for, what, a good year. You may EVENTUALLY be signable, but not for a loooong time. I'll give you an out though. You take on A Violent Reaction here, tonight, and beat them, I'll cancel out this Revolution garbage and give you a proper contract.

Soulfly: Win a handicapped tag team match? I can do that, even against Mingla's boys.

Phoenix: I said beat them. You want to stay here, you need to pin both of them.

*Soulfly's getting red and steamed. Phoenix has a smile on his face and Power is chuckling.*

Phoenix: That's everything for now. Rave, Icarus, Soulfly, nice seeing you again, you may leave now. Girls, you two stay here. I need to have a little chat.

*Matt, Gabriel, Lady Hawke and Xyrynth escort the male FIRM members out the door. With the girls left in the office with Power and Phoenix...*

Phoenix: Power brought it to my attention your contracts aren't exactly stable either. Vega announces but clamors on about the FIRM all year and Miranda... What is it you do? Oh right. Drug up and screw around.

T.H. Power: If you two want to stick around, you have two options. Option A.

*Power pulls out a wad of singles, hits a button on Fly's desk, and one wall swivles to reveal two stripper poles and mirrors. The ladies gawk and Phoenix chuckles...*

Phoenix: You can either make Power's day doing this or make my day, opening this show.

Miranda/Vega: Go to hell!

Phoenix: So be it. Get out to the ring. As of right now the first match for my show is a Melvin handicapped match special. Melvin vs Vega, Tito, Playboy, and Miranda. And on your way, Miranda? You can tell Soulfly I'm feeling generous. If he manages to beat ONE member of AVR he wins and gets his contract.

*Miranda and Vega leave, Power pleading with them all the way out, waving his singles.*

*Disturbed's "Conflict" kicks in with the Total Conflict opener...

For about five seconds. The audio slows and blurs out and the video flashes and rips in half. The HPWA logo burns through...

And 'Use Your Fist and Not Your Mouth' plays as the screen flashes the Overdrive logo...



...mixed with shots of the Japanese Flaming Tables match from New Era.

The live pan showa a lot of pro-HPWA fans, and they are at a fever pitch as Overdrive opens live from the HPWA Arena!*

*The shot moves to the announce table where Mark Majors and Quadir, HPWA's announcers, kick off the show as if everything is normal.*

Mark Majors: Good evening and welcome to this special PowerCo presentation of HPWA's Overdrive! I'm Mark Majors and with me as always is my sorta-gay co-announcer, Quadir. Quadir, relish the folks at home with the story they are DYING to hear.

Quadir: Keep this *beep* on the down-low, but I was jackhammering this FINE *BEEPED* huney, you know the kind, and who do I peep out but this wigga Soulfly poppin shots at a wall. You know, the ghetto range n *beep*. So I'm like "yo WASSSSSUP wigga b*beep* I hear you the HOOKUP round here. He turns and POW I b*beep*slap him down. Then that c*beep* of his Miranda comes round the corner so POW b*beep*slap her down. Then the 52nd airborne comes flyin in and PO...

Mark Majors: I know you b*beep*slapped them down.

Quadir: Hell no playa! How the *beep* am I gonna b*beep*slap the 52nd airborne?

Mark Majors: Oh, well, sorry...

Quadir: Nah man. I got into my Deluxe ChargerZord on 22's, and they was SPINNIN, and THEN I b*beep*slapped em!

Mark Majors: I liked you better when you were on the other side of the state. Folks, Phoenix has a great show planned for tonight, and let's kick things off the right way, with a little diddy Phoenix has subtitled The Revenge of the Melvin, as Melvin gets a handicapped match more to his stylings, facing all three members of the TKOW! announce team and Soulfly's pregnant other, Miranda!

My Plague by Slipknot hits the speakers and out from the back comes Melvin. He gets a nice reaction from the fans in the HPWA Arena. Melvin walks down to the ring as the fireworks go off behind him, and he rolls in under the bottom rope.

Mike Majors: Melvin has a big challenge ahead of him here, as he has to face not only one person in this match, but four people!

Quadir: Well let?s see if he lives up to all the hype around him.

Melvin warms up on the ropes and the ref checks him for any weapons before Slipknot ends.

"Amoung The Living" by Anthrax hits as Miranda comes out with the TKOW announcers following close behind her. The four slowly make their way down to the ring and they each walk to one side of the ring.

The fans start to cheer for Melvin, but he has a problem. He slowly spins around and he makes sure that no one jumps him from behind. Vega is the first one to try to get into the ring, but Melvin runs towards his side of the ring and Vega jumps down to the floor. Tito rolls into the ring behind Melvin and he runs at him and he punches him in the back of the head. Melvin stumbles forward into the ropes, and Tito runs at him for another punch, but Melvin spins around and he throws Tito into the corner. Melvin motions for a big time close line to the cowerding Tito in the corner, but Jakes grabs his arm and he spins him around and he lands a sick kick to the stomach. Vega rolls into the ring and he starts to beat on Melvin's back and Tito joins in on the beating.

Mark Majors: Things don?t look to good for Melvin here. This is a three on one beating, and Miranda is just loving it.

Quadir: SO AM I!

Jakes whips Melvin into the corner and starts to lay a beating on him with some chops to the chest and he motions to Vega and Tito to come closer. The three lift up Melvin and they triple power bomb Melvin into the mat with a crushing thud. Miranda laughs at this and Melvin rolls around on the mat in pain. The three don?t make a pin though and they get up and they start to take shots at Melvin. After a few shots to the face Melvin is busted open, and Jakes calls for a move. He sets Melvin up for his own downward spiral, but Melvin has had enough. He reverses it into a Northern Lights Suplex and the fans go crazy. Melvin kips up and he goes after Vega and he takes her down with a scoop slam and Tito tries to run but Melvin grabs him and sets him up for the reverse Suplex.

Mark Majors: GO Melvin! If he lands this Tito will be out cold.

Melvin lifts up Tito into the air and he holds him up for the fans to see before he drills him into the mat with the Suplex. The fans start a huge ?Go Melvin? chant, but it is soon broken up with boos because Vega and Jakes get up and they take down Melvin with a double clothesline. The two start to land some boots on Melvin, and they both motion that they are setting him up for something big here.

Quadir: Yes! Kill him you guys. Show him who is boss.

The two lift him up onto his feet and they call out for a double brain buster and the fans start to give Jake and Vega extreme heat. They go to lift Melvin into the air, but he shifts his weight and he manages to stay down on his two feet. Jakes and Vega try again, but this time Melvin floats over and he spins Vega around and he takes her out with a huge Spine buster. Melvin leaps back up to his feet and he notices Tito running at him and he dodges, sending Tito flying out of the ring. The fans are now on their feet for Melvin, but the odds are too much for him. Miranda yells at Jakes to move in and he does. Jakes rushes Melvin from behind and he throws him into the corner with authority. Jakes then starts to viciously slap Melvin in the face and the fans are booing like mad, but Miranda is calling the shots in the ring and Jakes is going crazy with shots to Melvin?s face. Jakes lands a few more crushing shots before he stops and mocks the now badly bleeding Melvin.

Mark Majors: Now that is just uncalled for. It?s a four on one advantage for Jakes and all he is doing is laughing at Melvin. Wait, what is this!

In his mocking Jakes turned around, and he doesn't notice Melvin move into position. With a look of fury on his face, Melvin spins Jakes around and drops him onto the mat with a sick looking DDT. The fans go wild and Melvin rolls over for the pin.

Mark Majors: Yes Melvin has this match won here.

The ref gets into position and starts his three count. He slaps the mat once, twice. He raises his hand into the air for the final count and NO! Miranda stomps Melvin in the back of the neck and he rolls off of Jakes in pain, but he is not out yet. The fans are booing and Melvin slowly gets up and he starts to walk over towards Miranda. With fire in his eyes he reaches out to grab her but the ref gets in his way. Melvin does not care and he shoves the ref hard into the mat. Melvin smiles and he traps Miranda in the corner and the fans go wild.

Quadir: Now this is uncalled for here. What did Miranda ever do to Melvin to disserve this punishment?

Mark Majors: She just cost him the match, that?s all!

Melvin goes to grab the scared Miranda, but NO! From behind comes Soulfly and he takes out Melvin?s legs with a brutal chop block, sending him falling to the mat. The fans start to boo and Melvin slowly gets back up, not knowing what hit him. He slowly turns around and STUNNER from Fly. Melvin falls to the mat crushed and Fly picks him up and he whips him into the ropes. He goes for a clothesline, but Melvin ducks! The fans at the HPWA arena start cheering for Melvin again, but it is too little too late because Melvin runs into a brutal THC Super kick from Miranda, sending him flipping backwards in the air and landing stiffly on his neck! The fans are booing like mad and Miranda smiles at the damage she just caused and she covers Melvin. Fly pulls the ref over to the pinfall and he counts.

One

Two

THREE!

Mark Majors: This is robbery right here. Melvin had this one is the bag, but because of Fly he got destroyed!

Winners of the match by pin fall: Tito Poppi, Bill Jakes, Vega, and Miranda.

Tito rolls back into the ring and Vega and Jakes get up and they all celebrate with Fly and Miranda as the fans boo them like mad. Fly slaps Bill Jakes for touching him, and then kicks Poppi in the gut and tosses him over the ropes. The members of the Firm celebrate as "Go To Sleep" plays.

*Commercial*


Backstage, Phoenix and the crew are sitting around near a monitor, chatting amongst themselves. Matt and Skye walk in a few moments later.

Matt Griffen: Sorry pal. Soulfly went out and blindsided Melvin. LH never got to go out.

*Phoenix's face shows a bit of relief.*

Phoenix: Miranda wasn't hurt though, right?

*Skye shakes her head and Phoenix tucks his Rosary back into his suits inner pocket.*

Phoenix: Good. Need to take care of a few things. *He takes Power's briefcase and a small stack of papers* First off, as CEO, I'm officially signing Matt, Skye, and Gabriel to tryout TKOW! contracts. It's simple. Show up, kick ass, stay here. Screw up, you go down to SCW. Got it?

*Matt, Lady Hawke, and Gabriel all nod in understanding.*

Phoenix: Good. I also have Syberus' contract... Ok that's done... What else? Soulfly's and AVR's are locked in the case till after the match... Hm. Oh right.

*Phoenix stands up and walks away from the group, taking the TKOW! Ultimate Chaos title with him, and motioning for the camera to follow him.*

[The opening chords of 'No Way' by Pearl Jam begin to play, and purple spot lights start criss-crossing over the ramp and entrance.]

[The music plays for a few moments, and the lyrics kick in.]

'Here's a token' of my open-ness,

Of my need to not disappear.

How I'm feeling, so revealing to me...

I found my mind too clear.?

[Syberus emerges from the curtain, strutting slowly out with his head bowed, to a loud yet mixed reaction.]

I just need someone to be there for... me.
I just want someone to be there for... me.

[He looks up, and around at the crowd. With a sly smile he begins to move toward the ring.]

All the static in my attic-a,

Shoots down my side nerve.

To the ocean of my platitudes,

Longitudes, latitudes, it's so absurd.

[Syberus has reached the ring area, and looks either side of him at the immediate crowd. He then walks around one circle of the ring.]

I just need someone to be there for...
I just want someone to be there for...
Someone to be there for...?

[He then slides into the ring, and climbs a turnbuckle to give a single index finger salute.]

'Cause I'll stop trying to make a difference,
I'm not trying to make a difference,
I'll stop trying to make a difference,

No way.?

[The music dies off as he disembarks from the corner post.]

Quadir: "Hmmm...graduation day...eh?...it doesnt take much to get into TKOW nowadays..."

Mark Majors: "What do you mean nowadays? It's never taken anything to get into TKOW!"

Quadir: "Touche"

The lights in the arena dim and a pale red spot light appears near the entrance way. Redman comes out just as the first chord of "Blind" hits. Redman to the ring with a purpose, ignoring all the jeers and abuse that is rained down upon him. Redman circles around the ring before sliding under the bottom rope. Redman bounces in his respective corner as he awaits his other opponent... Salazaar

Quadir: "Doesn't the name Salazaar remind you of a dinosaur?"

Mark Majors: "Quite."

The lights go out completely as dark green and red lights circle the arena and the stage swirls up
in mist as whispers echo through the speakers?

05...
04...
03...
02...
01...

'Don't Say Nuthin' by The Roots plays as the crowd already goes ape shit just at hearing the music as a figure appears on the stage covered within the mist. Salazar appears with a huge steel chain draped across his arm and surveys the stage through his black sunglasses as the crowd blows off the roof. Salazar makes his way down to the ring slowly surveying all around him with a look of malice as he climbs in and poses on all 4 turnbuckles with both his arms outstretched to even bigger reaction.

Mark Majors: "I doubt this will be the quality of even the worst match in HPWA."

Quadir: "Nahhh thats hard to do here in TKOW!"

The bell rings with the fans chanting Salazar's name. Salazar smiles at Redman as he nods his head back. The two eye down Syberus who has a very cocky grin on his face.

Quadir: "This man is pure HPWA in blood!"

Mark Majors: "Damn rights.. which is why he will win."

Redman and Salazar continue to eyeball Syberus when Salazar turns to Redman and throws him towards Syberus, who sidesteps Redman and rams his head into the turnbuckle three times. Syberus releases Redman's head as he smiles at the crowd to get enormous heat. On the other side of the ring, Salazar circles Syberus until finally charging at him when his back is turned to Redman. Salazar, however, runs straight into a powerslam, flattening him on his back.

Mark Majors: *yawns* "This was over before it began."

Quadir: "Ain't we great commentators compared to Tito and Bill?"

Mark Majors: "You better believe it..."

Syberus struts cockily around the ring waiting for one of the two men to get to their feet first. It just so happens Redman gets to his feet first, only to be tossed over the ropes and onto the cement below. Syberus follows behind, picking Redman up by his scalp, and ramming him into the ringpost behind him. Syberus continues to ram his head into the post until Redman begins to bleed. Syberus laughs and throws the bleeding and motionless carcass of Redman over the barricade and into the crowd where he is splashed with booze and other beverages.

Quadir: "Looks as if Syberus is done with Redman."

Mark Majors: "And is going back to the staggering Salazar."

Quadir: "Poor Salazar! Hahaha!"

Syberus, now in the ring, continues to prance around the ring. When Salazar gets to his feet though, Syberus moves in and sets him up for "The Pure Confidence" only to be low blowed by Redman, who is back in the ring bloodied and barely standing. Syberus writhes in pain as Salazar now sets Syberus up for the EVENFLOW DDT. Syberus, however, reverses it into a northernlights suplex, causing his legs to flip in the air, and kicks Redman square in the teeth, knocking him down to the mat. Syberus doesn't continue his pin.

Quadir: "Hahaha! He?s gonna continue the assault!"

Syberus now begins to brutally stomp the living hell out of Salazar who gets sicker and sicker looking by each blow. Syberus halts and looks at Redman. Syberus smiles and picks Redman up and lifts him up for a spinebuster, but somehow Redman reverses into a sunset flip... but he can't flip Syberus over. Instead Syberus reaches to Redman between his legs, grabs him by the throat and hurls him to his feet where he then hits the "Pure Confidence." Syberus rolls Redman out of the ring and pays attention back to Salazar. Syberus now grabs Salazar by the left arm and hits repeated short am clotheslines picking him back up to do another after each one.

Mark Majors: "I think its safe to say Syberus wins."

After about the 6th straight clothesline, Syberus sets Salazar up for the "Pure Confidence" and successfully hits it.

Quadir: "No surprise here."

Syberus stands up and covers Salazar with one foot as the ref counts.

Quadir: "1............"

Mark Majors: "2!!!!!!!"

Quadir: "3!!!.........it's over folks.."

Mark Majors: "Yippeee!"

The ref raises Syberus' arm in victory. Syberus shoves the ref away and picks up Salazar by the head and hurls him over the ropes and out of the ring where he lands by Redman.

Syberus raises his hands in victory as his music blares through the arena. But then the crowd's
cheers grow louder in surprise. Syberus turns around to come face-to-face with Rick Dushae.

Quadir: I thought that cracker retired?

Syberus' eyes go wide as Dushae looks him dead center. Dushae kicks Syberus in the stomach, lifts him up into the Train Wreck position, and drills him down in his move, The Frozen Hammer. The crowd has a mixed reaction. Dushae looks down on Syberus. He puts his hand to the side of his own face. Dushae pulls off the side of his face.

Mark Majors: What the Hell?

Dushae continues to pull, revealing it is a mask. As he pulls Dushae's blonde hair goes with it, showing his true hair color--oil black. Dushae finishes ripping it off, showing he has changed since his last appearance. Besides the black hair he has a scar along his left ear and around his jugular vein. His eyes are emotionless, barely blinking. Dushae, very pale, gets a microphone before speaking, without anything but words, without emotion in said words.

Dushae: Just call me... The Engulfed Spirit.

Dushae tosses down the microphone before climbing out of the ring and heading to the back.

*Commercial*


Coming back from commercial finds Phoenix in the ring, Ultimate Chaos title over his shoulder.

Phoenix: This has been weighing heavily on me for a couple of weeks now, so bear with me. The Ultimate Chaos title. Merger of the Dragonweight and Extreme titles, it's basically TKOW!'s answer to hardcore. It's no Brutality division, but it has it's perks.

Dave Rave made this title what it is. So one would think beating Dave Rave for it would mean everything.

*Phoenix stops, showing the belt to the camera, and then lays it on a nearby turnbuckle. When the camera pans back up-*

Phoenix: Maybe it would. But I wouldn't know.

See, I followed Dave for the last, what, 6 months or so? Ever since he quit TKOW! due to drugs. We followed him, helped pay for his care, tried to recruit him. But he had... issues. Eventually he found his way back here as Sakura, a bit under form. So I crushed him to become the 2004 King of the Jungle. After that his father got ahold of him and with Soulfly's help, drugged him out of his mind, making him an "animal". But he wasn't Dave Rave. He was a cheap twisted knock-off.

When I came back after the King of the Jungle win, I went right for him. UC title, bat on a pole match. And again, I put him down, except this time was even easier. It was unfathomable. So for all this time I've been questioning it and I came to a realization.

I never beat Dave Rave. Not the real one. Not the stuff of legends, the risk taker, the showstoppa himself.

If I never beat Dave Rave, I can't be the Ultimate Chaos champion.

Dave Rave, the real one, put everything into his career and that title. If I can't beat the real one center ring, then I don't want, no, I don't DESERVE that gold. Maybe someone else can, but not me.

So as of now, I'm vacating the Ultimate Chaos title. Thanks to records, Rave can't assume the belt, so I'm leaving it up to him what to do with it. My recommendation? Let Aaron MC, recent former UC champ, and Extreme Killer Phil fight it out for the belt. That'll help motivate them during their match at least.

Me? I got bigger fish to fry. Asperations beyond the boundries of Chaos. I'm set for-

The lights dim as the opening chords to Marilyn Manson's "Personal Jesus" hits. The 'Tron shows what look to be snakes eyes superimposed over the Los Angeles cityscape. The image of the eerie eyes is quickly cut away and replaced with extremely quick shots of Jace ruining somebody's shit with a brutal kick to the face or body, all done to the tune of the opening chords.

When the song picks up a fully formed snake appears above the cityscape forms and lunges, the image shatters and it cuts to a series of scenes of Jace in action, intercut with sinister looking red profile shots of him laughing maniacally. By now, the arena is bathed in a strange purplish glow with his symbol (Two snakes locked in combat in the symbol for "infinity") formed in neon lights and leading to the ring. Jace walks to the ring, ignoring the fans. He seems extremely focused and gets in the ring without any frills or wasted movement. He removes his gi top and throws it over the top rope and grabs a mic.

Jace (screaming): You? you are a sorry excuse for a wrestler and a man!! You drop your own title... the title I was supposed to challenge you for at Megabowl!! I beat the hell out of Karnij at New Era FOR NOTHING?!? (pauses and calms a little) Not only was that a slap in my face... LOOK AT ME DAMN IT! (Jace grabs Phoenix and forces him to look at him dead in the eye.) Not only was that a slap in my face... but it was a slap in the face of Tobias and David... my hardworking children... men who would have killed for a title not too long ago.

Phoenix knocks Jace's arm away and stands tall, not betraying any emotion whatsoever, actually just looking Jace up and down, and awaits more.

The crowd begins booing Jace, slinging out a "BOOOORING!" chant as Phoenix begins to look... amused...

Jace: I know. I know how much it must enrage you... seeing this insignificant little pissant saunter around backstage... throwing away something my guys would have won and defended with honor each and every single night... and depriving me of even the chance of winning the gold. He went back on his word... he said he would defend his title against the winner of the Taipei Deathmatch at New Era... HE LIED!

The crowds chant turns to "KISS MY ASS!" as Phoenix brings his own microphone back into play.

Phoenix: You know Jace? Now that I get a good look at you... you look nothing like Cookie Monster...

Phoenix smirks as Jace looks confused, but the ex-champion ignores the stare and continues.

Phoenix: You're acting like Phil when he loses his favorite vibrator. You want to talk smack to me, at the very LEAST you could get your facts straight! First off, you won yourself a shot at the Ultimate Chaos title, not at me. You want that shot, go ahead and take it. I could care less.

Secondly, I never said I was going to defend that belt at Megabowl. I said I would retain the right to set the Ultimate Chaos title match regardless of who won the number one contenders match.

Jace: You had title gold, and you threw it away on a whim. Why?s that Phoenix? Because of how bad I would have made you look at Megabowl beating you for a title?

Phoenix waves up the crowd before continuing.

Phoenix: Let me tell you Jace. Your concern over that bit of gold? Not my problem. I have my reasons for doing this. And regardless of what you may think, you never factored into it. Now you, Jace, you have a choice. You don't like to think in two or more dimensions, I can see it taxes that big head of yours. You see a lost opportunity. I see a battle that could have been, that might need to be again.

Jace gets a puzzled look on his face as Phoenix's lips curve into a smile.

Phoenix: This is a prime opportunity for you Jace. You were the scourge of SCW, which is at least the equivalent of being the scourge of a nursing home. You come up to TKOW! and mess with Dave Rave, you mess with Karnij. You pick easy targets. Isn't it about time you moved up a notch?

Jace sneaks a look at the Ultimate Chaos title behind Phoenix.

Phoenix: That thing? Chump change Jace. You want a real challenge. With me dropping the title who's going to get it before Megabowl huh? Aaron MC? Ghalleon? Please. You're hungry. I see it in your eyes. You want to face down an undefeated opponent. You want to face down a King. You want to face Chaos at it's best and brightest. That means you want to face me.

Jace takes a step back and shakes his head, motioning a belt across his waist.

Phoenix: Ok I see where this is headed. You need a reason. You need to be able to take something away from me if you win, don't you? You need... incentive.

Jace tilts his head, giving a slight nod, seemingly intrigued.

Phoenix: I've taken a look at you and the kind of person you are. Death and decimation are your forte. But cash... cash is a motivator isn't it. Yeah, I think it is. Money drives all things. So how about we make this interesting. For you anyway. I'm putting out a contract on myself Iceheart. A "hit" so to speak. You take me out in a ring at Megabowl, say No Disqualification except for outside interference, and you collect...

Quadir: Jace is motioning... Show Me the Money!

Phoenix: Two hundred. Fifty. Thousand. Large.

The crowd heats up, whooping and hollering at the thought while Jace's eyes light up.

Phoenix: Ah. I see I've struck a chord. How about we add a little spice to the sauce. I'm envisioning a briefcase, tied above the ring, and a ladder. You get the case, you get the money. I get the case, I laugh in your face.

Mark Majors: He wants to face Iceheart in a ladder match, putting his own cash on the line? What's Phoenix trying to prove?

Phoenix rolls out of the ring, and stops at the announce table, pulling a few sheets of paper out of his suit jacket and starts writing.

Jace: I don't believe you. You're just trying to save face after you ran away when you dropped the title. These people know that you don't want to face me. They know that if you and I met in a ring I'd leave you broken and bleeding on the mat. And I'd enjoy every second of it.

Phoenix: Maybe I am. But does that really matter? I'm offering you the chance of a lifetime. I'm one of the top competitors you'll ever meet in that ring. I dominate. I crush. I burn through the opposition. You're not going to get a satisfying crunch from any old Dusty Dynamite or Hardcore Al. You need someone big. Someone tough. Someone that can take what you can dish out. That way when you win, you'll have accomplished something. Beating Phoenix? Who else can say they did that? Cocky Syberus can't say it. Icarus can't say it. Dave Rave can't say it. What would it do for you to be able to say it? Think of the fear you'll instill in people. The horror on their faces as they recall the bloody mess you made of me in a Megabowl ring. And to top it all off, you take away a quarter million dollars of my own money. How does one Ultimate Chaos title stack up to that? Hm?

Quadir: Jacey boy seems to be mulling this offer over. But I gotta ask. Would a quarter mill cover his hospital fees?

Phoenix: There's just two little additions I'll have to add to this. One. You want this shot at me and my money? You cash in your title shot for it. I think it's a fair trade.

Jace waves at Phoenix to hurry up and continue.

Phoenix: Number two? I'm opening this hit up to the entire TKOW! and SCW rosters. If anyone can take out either you or me before Megabowl, they'll take that respective spot in this Main Event matchup. They'll get the shot at the cash. And whichever one of us got dropped? We'll be watching from the stands. Do you have the guts to accept this offer? Hm Jace? Do you have the sack to step up to the rising flame himself? Do you?

Phoenix slides back into the ring and tosses the papers he's been writing on at Jace.

Phoenix: Now Jace? Now it's in your hands. You make a choice. And you
let me know. This? This I'll drop off at Rave's office. You have a match, after all...

Phoenix backs out of the ring and moves up the ramp, title in hand...

Phoenix: ...against the current tag team champions, Hardcore Al, Dusty Dynamite, POW!

Dusty runs down the ramp, dropping his belt outside the ring as he slides in. Al takes his time, actually looking unhappy with his partners eagerness.

Mingla and Dusty circle each other before clasping hands in the center. Mingla, with the distinct strength advantage, powers Dusty into the corner before slapping him in the face lightly; an insulting gesture.

Dusty takes offence and charges at Mingla. The two clasp hands again and once more Mingla powers Dusty into the corner; once again, slapping him in the face. Dusty, is quickly upset by the actions of Mingla and charges once again. He throws a quick clothesline which Mingla ducks.

Dusty bounces off the rope and leap frogs a ducking Mingla. Dusty comes off the ropes again but when he turns around he is met with Mingla's HUGE boot right to the face. The impact snaps Dusty's head back as the youngster's body falls in a crippled heap onto the matt.

Mingla lifts Dusty by his hair and lays him back down with a huge chop. As Dusty lays on the matt, dazed and confused, Mingla rubs Dusty's face with his boot, grinning the entire time.

On the apron, Al is visibly upset. Mingla finally lifts Dustin up and Irish whips him into the turnbuckle. He taunts the crowd before charging at the prone Dusty. He leaps in the air with a huge splash but Dusty staggers out of the way, falling onto the matt in pain.

Al screams for a tag but instead of tagging out, Dusty charges at Mingla with a forearm. Luckily he connects. He continues to smash his forearm into Mingla's temple finally downing the giant. Mingla's eyes quickly glaze over before he shakes his head, trying to regain his wits. By the time he regains lucidity, he sees Dusty's boot smashing against the side of his face.

Dusty runs off the ropes again and towards a fallen Mingla who is in a seated position against the turnbuckle. Dusty connects with another boot-scrap and goes for a third, connecting on all three. He then struts over to his corner and tags in Al, who doesn't look all too pleased.

The Custom Champ puts the boot to Mingla's chest before lifting him up and whipping him into the opposite turnbuckle. Mingla hits it chest-first and staggers backwards right into the awaiting arms of Al, who nails a German Suplex into a bridged pin.


Valery: 1...


2...


No!


Al wastes no time and hits a leg drop across the throat of Mingla before getting up again and hitting a standing moonsault into a pin.


Valery: 1...


2...


No!


Al quickly heads to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top. Wasting no time, he raises his arms, leaps off and hits a huge elbow drop. He quickly pins.


Valery: 1...


2...


No!

Al grabs Mingla by the hair and drags him over towards his corner. He smashes his head repeatedly on the turnbuckle before letting Mingla slump to the mat and making the tag to his partner, Dusty Dynamite.

Dusty hops into the ring and starts executing a quick series of chops which sends a staggering Mingla back into the ropes. Mingla hits the ropes and uses them to stay on his feet. Dusty charges at him, clotheslining him to the outside. He plays to the crowd before running off the ropes and leaping to the outside with a Swanton. He lands on Mingla, who's head bounces off the floor with a sickening thud. Dusty gets up and poses for the fans before rolling Mingla back in.

Dusty lifts Mingla, and hits a belly-to-belly rollover slam. He lifts him up and does the same once more. With Mingla on his stomach and Dusty on his back, Dusty locks in a camel clutch. Mingla screams in pain but refuses to tap out.

Mingla struggles to get to the ropes but just as he is about to reach them, Dusty pulls him back in the middle of the ring. Mingla uses his superior upper body strength to lift himself (think push-up style) as Dusty still has the move locked in.

Ducking his head, Mingla thrusts forward into a forward roll, flipping Dusty off his back and into the turnbuckle. Dusty lands awkwardly on his neck as both men are down.


Valery: 1...

2...

3...

4...

5...


Majors: This one can end right here on a countout!


Valery: 6...

7...


Dusty begins to crawl towards his corner and the outstretched hand of his partner, Al. Mingla uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Just as he does that, Dusty makes the hot tag, and Al rushes into the ring as the fans pop huge. Al unloads a series of left and right hands on Mingla who fires back. Mingla manages to duck a wild left hand and locks in a full nelson.

Thrusting up, Mingla nails Al with a full-nelson suplex. Al lands right on his neck, the stiff move causing Al to writhe in pain. Al manages to struggle to his feet and attempt a short-arm clotheline. Mingla ducks easily and when Al turns around, the sadistic grappler hits him with a standing Enziguri. Al falls to the mat as Mingla makes the cover.


Valery: 1...


2...


No!


Mingla slaps the mat in frustration before lifting Al by his neck. Mingla starts to hit Al with forearms to the neck and shortly after, Al falls to his knees. Mingla then hits a series of stiff kicks to the upper body and neck of Al, who falls to the matt completely. Mingla lifts him and hits a quick DDT into a pin.


Valery: 1...


2...


No!


Al kicks out at the very last second. Mingla frustrated, gets into the refs face. He then turns towards Al, lifts him up and attempts to hit the "Vindication" (Inverted Suplex into 3/4 Facelock Bulldog aka Osaka Street Cutter). Al slips over Mingla's shoulder, bounces off the ropes and in desperation hits the Super Kick, absolutely flooring Mingla.

Al staggers about, still dizzy and staggers into his own corner. Just then, Dusty slaps his back, tagging himself in the match. Al regains his wits, not realizing he was tagged until senior official John Valery tells him to go to the ring apron. Confused, Al looks at Dusty who plays to the crowd for a bit before climbing to the top rope.

Majors: Can it be the 450?

Once on the top rope, Dusty raises his arms, receiving a pop from the fans. Just then, Mingla rushes to his feet and climbs the same turnbuckle as Dusty. The two stand precariously on the top turnbuckle. Mingla grabs onto Dusty and hits and overhead belly-to-belly suplex from the top rope.

Fans: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

Mingla drapes an arm over Dusty.


Valery: 1...


2...


3! Ring the bell!


The referee calls for the bell as Mingla rolls to the outside. Al remains on the apron, simply staring at Dusty. Finally he goes over to the announce table, retrieves the Custom Title as well as both tag titles and rolls back inside the ring. With the titles draped around him, he helps Dusty up who staggers back into the turnbuckle, weary.

Al hands him his share of the tag titles and begins to walk away. He stops short, turns around and decks Dusty in the face with the other half of the tag titles. Dusty slumps to the mat in a seated position, the only thing keeping him up is the turnbuckle. Al speaks into the microphone.

Al: Dusty, this loss is ALL your fault. What the hell were you thinking? We lost to ONE man and it?s ALL YOUR FAULT!

The fans boo slightly.

Al throws his half of the tag title on Dusty.

Al: Take it. It's over. You're the weak link and I don't need to associate myself with you. I got more important things *pats the Custom Title* to worry about....

'Gossip' by Classified hits the speakers as Al rolls to the outside and leaves Dusty in a crumpled heap, both tag titles on his body.

*Commercial*

[TKOW Board]

'Hoops' Jackson appears on the PowerTron 10 with a microphone in hand.

Hoops: Earlier today a video taped was brought to me by an anonymous source and, after viewing its disturbing contents, I have to bring it public.

The 'tron begins to show the tape. It is very blurry, and static is present, but not enough to completely distort the view. Chief is shown. He's sitting in a wooden chair. Actually, sitting isn't the word. It appears that he's tied down to it with Duct tape over his mouth. A voice can be heard.

Voice: I warned you Eric. I told you you were making a mistake. You should have listened. I didn't want it to come to this, but you've left me no choice. You were a rising star, Eric. You had the potential to be a living legend. You and Al had the opportunity to become legends with the tag straps. Instead of wanting to be the best, you wanted to be a nothing... and I'll make sure you'll be exactly that... nothing.

Chief begins moving, trying to free himself and tries to speak, but his words are silenced by the tape.

Voice: I know you're hurting. You're tied down to the motherfucking chair. If it's any consolation the money you've made will give the twins a good life. Too bad you wont be a part of it. The gas will make sure of that. Care for a cigarette?

At that instant a cigarette is seen as it is flicked in Eric's direction. It lands several feet away from him. Seconds later a trail of fire circles him as he looks on in horror.

Voice: Don't worry Eric. I've poured enough gasoline over everything in this room to make sure the job gets done. Death isn't that bad. I died once, then again I was electrocuted and brought back. There's no bringing you back from an incinerator. Have a nice afterlife in hell, Mitchell. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm sure Jamie needs me to satisfy her needs.

At that instant the video feed quickly snows out, leaving us with Hoops on the stage.

Hoops: I have contacted the authorities on this matter and they are investigating the matter, and will hopefully find the culprit and the body. Now let's take a moment to remember the life of the great Eric 'Chief' Mitchell.

The Timekeeper does a ten bell salute in honor of Chief as the 'tron shows some of his career highlights: Pinning Deschain, forcing Dave Rave to tap, fighting World champion Icarus Evangeline, tossing Aaron Mc through glass, celebrating with Hardcore AL and their tag team titles and, finally, the letters R.I.P. appear over a picture of him standing beside Jamie as they each hold one of the twins. Al is behind Jamie, doing the bunny ears thing behind her, while Rene stands beside Chief.

Marilyn Manson screams 'Reach Out and Touch Faith!' and there is a huge explosion of pyro
at the top of the ramp! The menacing, thumping beat of the opening sounds of 'Iron Man' by Black Sabbath fill the arena. First out from the back is Leona Nguyen in a svelte, form fitting, business suit. She saunters down the ramp a little, then stops and turns around as three more figures come through the entranceway: Tobias Burden, Dave Havoc, and Jace Mingla. All three are dressed rather casually with t-shirts, slacks, and the like.

Mark Majors: These guys have no shame!

They make their way to the ring, Tobias and Dave bringing a cylindrical drum on a stand is there, and through its mesh grating we see a slew of ping pong balls inside with them. Leona takes the steps, Jace sliding under the bottom rope, and Tobias and Dave clambering up onto the ring apron. They bring the drum in, but Jace pauses to glare at the crowd who is already starting to get on his case with selected pockets of 'Asshole' chants.

Mark Majors: This is sending shivers down my spine... looking at this unit I can't help but think we're going to see significant things from them in the future.

Quadir: But the million dollar question is what do they want? Jace has said repeatedly that nothing is going to stop Violent Reaction.

As the music ends Jace demands a mic. Slowly, the asshole chants die down as the crowd relents, their hatred giving way to curiosity.

Jace: How wonderful it feels (looks at Tobias, Dave, and Leona) ...when disparate forces are finally allowed to come together. (pauses) Actually... 'allowed' is really the wrong word. Nah... we MADE this happen. We forced the unification of Violent Reaction on TKOW! We exist not at the behest of the TKOW front offices. We aren't some gimmick stable created to sell tickets or pander to the home audience. We exist because we willed it. And there are going to be A LOT of people who are going to be damned sorry we exist?

Jace hands the mic over to Tobias. Tobias smiles glibly at the crowd, soaking up their simmering hostility.

Tobias: Heh... looks like there are already a lot of people upset about us, Jace. (Tobias points out at the crowd in a sweeping motion.) I can see it from here. I see the anger, the resentment in each and every single one of these people. If they weren't so scared shitless of us, they'd spit in our faces given the chance.

This draws some heat from the crowd.

Tobias: Oh, piss off! We're not here to win any goddam popularity contests. We're not here to spout moronic catchphrases'

Dave can be heard shouting something about "this being somebody's
house," followed by laughs from Jace and Tobias.

Tobias: No, we are here to take what we want, when we want it. We are here to cause harm, to advance ourselves by any means necessary. And we will do whatever we want, because for too long we have been held down, screwed over, and forgotten. I hate beating a dead horse, but as far as I'm concerned we cannot state our purpose enough. (gazes out at the crowd again)

I know you all have your favorite wrestlers that you think don't get enough air time, or don't get the title shots you feel they deserve. Yeah? I've been to the pro-wrestling message boards once in a while? I killed more than a few brain cells reading incomprehensible bullshit and wannabe professors spouting off like they know the business.

But bottom line, there are a lot of guys out there who don't get what they deserve.. WE KNOW! But you know what the difference is between your favorite underpushed wrestlers and Violent Reaction?

Your favorite underpushed wrestlers are pussies.

Crowd boos heavily! Tobias hands the mic off to Dave.

Dave: Sorry boys and girls, but its true. You can bitch all you want about how the pro-wrestling business isn't fair to so and so or whatever, hell, it wasn't fair to us. But unlike most guys, we actually have the balls to do something about it! We have the nerve to stand up and force people to open their fucking eyes and take a look! We BEAT recognition into people, and soon enough we'll have beaten down so many people that TKOW is going to be chock full of underpushed little nobodies who don't have the guts to challenge the guys at the top, namely US. (Dave looks at the tumbler full of balls.) I'm getting kind of sick of all this talking, and I'm sure these people are visual learners. Lets show them what we mean.

Jace walks over to the tumbler and puts his hand on the crank. Dave gives him the mic.

Jace: Now... listen carefully. We put quite a bit of effort into this little demonstration. You see, inside this tumbler is the name of every single person affiliated with TKOW here tonight. Every wrestler. Every backstage authority. Every announcer...

Quadir: Shit! Did he just say announcer?!

Mark Majors: What happens if we get picked!?

Jace: Everyone. I'm going to crank this tumbler and pull out a name completely at random. And whoever's name I pull... is going to be obliterated by Violent Reaction. No matter who it is, if your name is the one I pick, we are going to beat you down, pull you out to this ring, and humiliate you.

Mark Majors: Whoa! Hold on a second here?!

Quadir: Oh crap! (looks like he's getting ready to book)

Jace: Lets get this show rollin', eh folks'

Jace starts the crank and Dave gestures towards the tumbler like a game show host with a wide smirk on his face. Tobias watches expectantly and Leona remains stoic as ever, her cool calculating gaze also awaiting the results. Finally, the tumbler stops and a hush comes over the crowd as Jace pulls out one of the balls.. and laughs... he calls over Tobias and Dave who join in the laughter.

Mark Majors: Here's Leona, maybe she can give us some more information.

Leona takes a place at the announce position.

Quadir: Leona, I have a question that I'm sure is on everybody's mind... is the Q gonna be okay?

Mark Majors: Oh for chrissakes!

Leona: They aren't coming after you, you twit.

Mark Majors: What is the point of this? What will this prove?!

Leona: (matter of factly) Dominance.

Mark Majors: Um... care to elaborate?

Leona: No.

The camera cuts away to backstage, DNA's lockerroom. Extreme Killer Phil is putting boots on, getting ready for his match against Aaron Mc. Aaron comes into the dressing room as Extreme Killer Phil stands up and they shake hands.

Aaron Mc: Yo are you ready for this big match up?

Extreme Killer Phil: I guess...

Aaron Mc: What do you mean I guess? It's going to be the biggest match in TKOW history, which me versus you one on one which should be the main event. Hell it should be the main event at the biggest TKOW pay per view, MegaBowl! Me versus you, we're going to rock the place....

Extreme Killer Phil: Well, your right it will be the biggest match in wrestling
history but I am still worry about this that T.H. Power guy....

Aaron Mc: Are you still worry about him trying to break up DNA?

Extreme Killer Phil: Yes...

Aaron Mc: Don't worry about it. T.H. Power knows that DNA is the biggest commodity in TKOW and he and Phoenix knows that it equals great ratings and that we are the biggest hit in TKOW.

Extreme Killer Phil: Yeah I guess you're right.

Aaron Mc: Of course I'm right!

Extreme Killer Phil: But I have a bad feeling about this something is not right...

Aaron Mc: There is nothing to worry about trust me on that. There is no reason to be worry about nothing going to happen especially no DNA break up at all DNA isn't going anywhere.

Jessica Spears appear on the scene, holding a note.

Jessica Spears: Telegram for you EKP.

Jessica Spears gives Extreme Killer Phil the note, then leaves the dressing room. Extreme Killer Phil reads the note.

Extreme Killer Phil: I hope you love and enjoy my Valentine gift sweetheart and I hope you have a nice Valentine's Day. You will always be my sweetheart I love you sincerely your secret admirer. Hmmm I wonder who the secret admirer??

Aaron Mc: Maybe it's Melvin...

Extreme Killer Phil give a pissed off look at Aaron.

Aaron Mc: Haha I'm just kidding maybe it's Jessica Spears she give you that note anyways...

Extreme Killer Phil: Hmmmm she hot and you make a good point...

Aaron Mc: Of course anyways I see you in the ring.

Extreme Killer Phil: Alright man see you there....

Aaron MC leaves the dressing room and Extreme Killer Phil says to himself...

Extreme Killer Phil: Hmmm Jessica Spears my secret admire........I wondering if she can introduce that easy girl I mean Britney Spears.

The camera refocuses on the ring as Jace is giving a few last minute tips to Violent Reaction.

Majors: And we are back from the commercial break. Currently, Tobias Burden and Dave Havoc, collectively known as The Violent Reaction, are in the ring.

Quadir: That is the truth-o-liciousness playa. They are waiting for the wack daddy of this place, the crackhead cracker... Soulfly.

Majors: Right, I guess, but we still have no idea who his partner will be.

'Oxy Cotton' blares over the arena speakers as Soulfly makes his way down the ramp. Midway to the ring Phoenix comes out to the stage area.

Phoenix: Whoa whoa whoa. Cut his music.

The music fades out while Soulfly stands just outside the ring glaring at Phoenix.

Phoenix: Guys without contracts don't have entrances but I'll tell you what, you can share you partner's entrance. SCW's very own...

'King of the Dancehall' plays over the arena speakers causing Burden and Havoc to crack out a big smile while the crowd is mostly clueless who Soulfly's partner is.

Phoenix: Ziggy!!!

Soulfly turns around as if not caring and tries to pull himself up to the apron but is met by a baseball slide from Havoc. Burden follows it up with a Tope Con Hilo while Ziggy starts to head towards the ring.

Majors: Well it looks like Soulfly will have to rely on Ziggy to help him win a contract.

Quadir: Crackhead might as well bust out his books and start slinging again. Then again he does have a brotha on his team. A homeless bum brotha but still a brotha.

Tobias Burden and Dave Havoc immediately roll Soulfly to allow Ruud Ronaldo to officially begin the match. They hit him from behind with several blows before whipping him to the ropes. They try to catch him on the rebound with double back elbows but Soulfly is able to duck under and turns around to deliver a shoulder block that puts both members of The Violent Reaction down on the mat.

Soulfly follows this up by picking Burden up by his arms and hip tossing him over the top rope, to the outside. He then turns his attention to Havoc, picking him up by the hair and dropping him with a scoop slam, dropping an elbow before going for the pin.

Majors: Soulfly has turned the match around just like that. Showing why he has been here for as long as he is while these guys are just getting here.

Quadir: He should tag the brotha in and let him do all the heavy lifting just like the true cracka he is.

Ziggy extends his arm out to ask for a tag but Soulfly just shrugs him off as he once again lifts Havoc up by the hair. He whips him to the ropes and catches him with a clothesline on the rebound.

Majors: Soulfly with an early pinfall attempt.


Ronaldo: ONE...


TWO...


NO!!!


Again Ziggy reaches out for a tag but once again Soulfly just shrugs him off. He lifts Havoc up and this time whips him to the corner and follows him in with another clothesline. Soulfly poses, getting a mixed reaction from the crowd, before flipping off Burden and Ziggy, who once again has his hand extended out. Soulfly turns back his attention to Havoc delivering several knife edge chops before hip tossing him out of the corner.

Quadir: Crack head is using his hand like a whip and acting like Havoc is his cotton picker who entered his house without permission.

Majors: Well we might see Ziggy finally.

Soulfly walks over to his corner as if to tag Ziggy in, but at the last second takes his hand away chuckling at Ziggy. He drops down to cover Havoc.


Ronaldo: ONE...


NO!!!


Soulfly picks him up and immediately drops him back down with another scoop slam, stomping away at Havoc while he lays on the mat. He looks over to Ziggy and he motions he's got the match under control before covering Havoc again.

Majors: Looks like Soulfly wants to win this match without Ziggy's help.

Quadir: A cracka looking down on a brotha, why does that seem too familiar?


Ronaldo: ONE...


NO!!!


Soulfly picks Havoc up only to take him down with a short arm clothesline. Again Soulfly goes for the cover.


Ronaldo: ONE- NO!!!


He picks Havoc up, whips him to the ropes and nails a back body drop. Soulfly again gets mixed reaction from the crowd after posing. He tries to bounce off the ropes but Burden pulls the top rope down causing Soulfly to go over the top to the outside.

Majors: That's one way to slow the big man down.

Quadir: Well what do you know, the slave is running to his fallen masta.

Ziggy immediately runs towards Burden and Soulfly, forcing Burden to just roll Soulfly back to the ring. Havoc surprises Soulfly with a small package pinfall attempt.

Majors: Havoc can have this match won.


Ronaldo: ONE...


TWO!!!


NO!!!


Soulfly gets up and regains the advantage by delivering clubbing blows to Havoc's back. He then turns his attention to Burden and attempts to cheap shot him.

Majors: Soulfly seems like he didn't appreciate Tobias', well, bias.

Burden is able to duck and at the same time, Havoc is able to roll Soulfly up from behind for another pinfall attempt while putting both feet on the ropes for leverage.


Ronaldo: ONE...


TWO...


THREE!!!


Quadir: The zebra is signaling that the match will continue.

Major: Yes, he saw that Havoc had both feet on the ropes.

Both men get up but Soulfly almost decapitates Havoc with a devastating swinging clothesline. Soulfly once again shrugs off Ziggy who is asking for a tag. He picks Havoc up and throws him across the ring with a hip toss. Again Soulfly poses and gets a mixed reaction from the crowd. He walks over to Ziggy to seemingly tag him in but once again pulls his hand away. This allows Havoc to crawl to his corner and tag Burden in.

Major: Tag is made but I don't think Soulfly is aware of it.

Quadir: Cracka is too busy telling his slave what to do.

Burden rushes towards Soulfly but is caught with a power slam into a pin. Soulfly with a scoop slam, elbow drop then a pinfall attempt on Burden.


Ronaldo: ONE...


TWO...


NO!!!

He picks Burden up, delivering a few clubbing blows to the back before whipping him to the ropes and catching him on the rebound with a clothesline. He gets a few stomps in before he once again picks him up.

Majors: Soulfly is just dominating this match.

Quadir: Just like he does in his cotton farm.

Major: Will you please get back to the twenty first century, we don't have cotton farms anymore.

Quadir: Spoken like a true white man.

Soulfly delivers a powerbomb on Burden following it up with a pin.


Ronaldo: ONE...


TWO...


NO!!!


Havoc comes in to break the pinfall but before he can exit the ring, is grabbed by Soulfly. Soulfly delivers a right hand shot, followed by a knee to the gut and hip tosses him onto Burden... causing him to deliver a leg drop on his partner.

Majors: Soulfly reminds Havoc what happens if he gets into the ring with him.

Soulfly poses the crowd before picking both men up by the necks. Soulfly tries to lift them at the same time to deliver a double chokeslam. Burden and Havoc are able to block this by delivering several kicks to Soulfly's gut casing him to release his grip. 'AVR' follows this up by lifting Soulfly and dropping him hard on his head with a double brainbuster.

Majors: All three men are down.

Havoc rolls to the outside as both Burden and Soulfly grabs the ropes to pull themselves up. Burden runs at Soulfly and nails him on the knees with a dropkick. Soulfly drops to a knee while
Burden steps back before delivering a running enziguri to Soulfly before tagging Havoc in.

Majors: The Violent Reaction finally has gotten control of the match.

Quadir: Now that's the future... the cracka down on his knees.

They whip Soulfly to the ropes and take him down with a double shoulder block. They deliver several stomps before and Burden tops it off with a boot scrape before he exits the ring. Havoc picks Soulfly up, delivers a snapmare and then a spinal tap kick. He again picks him up and whips him to the corner and follows him in with a shoulder thrust. Havoc tags Burden in and they deliver multiple double knife edge chops on Soulfly in the corner. They throw Soulfly out of the corner to the middle of the ring with a double hip toss.

Majors: They are showing Soulfly that it takes a 'team' to win a tag 'team' match.

Burden delivers a standing splash into a pin as Havoc exits the ring.


Ronaldo: ONE...


TWO...


NO!!!


Quadir: Soulcracka kicks out.

Burden picks Soulfly up, delivers a few right hand shots before tagging Havoc in. They deliver a double vertical suplex. Havoc goes for the pin as Burden exits the ring.

Major: Another perfectly executed tandem move by The Violent Reaction.


Ronaldo: ONE...


TWO...


NO!!!


Havoc delivers a few stomps and then a second rope moonsault before tagging Burden back in. They whip Soulfly to the ropes and attempt to catch him on the rebound with a double clothesline. Soulfly ducks, bounces off the other ropes and delivers a flying clothesline to both men.

Majors: All three men are down.

Quadir: Look at that, the masta is crawling... that's right crawling towards the brotha.

Majors: Ziggy has his hand out like before, maybe this time Soulfly will tag him in.

Quadir: Or this time he will be the one to refuse it.

Majors: Soulfly is inching closer and closer to his partner.

Both Burden and Havoc are crawling behind Soulfly, trying to prevent him from making the tag.

Major: Soulfly is almost there.

Soulfly lunges towards Ziggy's out stretched hand to make the tag.

Major: Tag is made! Tag is made!

Quadir: Not quite.

Burden and Havoc were both able to grab a leg each causing Soufly to barely miss Ziggy's hand when he went for his lunge. The lunge took a lot out of Soulfly, he lays face down near his corner with TVR slowly get to their feet. Ronaldo escorts Havoc to exit the ring as Burden tries to catch his breath. This allows Soulfly to once again reach up and go for the tag.

Major: This time Soulfly makes the tag!

Quadir: Wrong again. The zebra didn't see the tag so it's not official.

Ziggy enters the ring but is immediately restrained by Ronaldo. At the same time, Soulfly who has pulled himself up using the ropes is attack from behind by Burden with a knee clip takedown. He whips Soulfly to the TVR corner.

Major: Looks like Burden and Havoc are about ready to end this match.

Burden tags Havoc in.

Quadir: This could be it for the cracka.

Havoc and Burden lay the boots to Soulfly, until Fly drops to the mat, Burden then slips out of the ring, as Havoc continues stomping away at the former tag team champion. Havoc pulls up Fly and whips him into the ropes, he leapfrogs the big man, and when Fly rebounds off the ropes again he's met with a standing dropkick.

Havoc kicks at Fly's head before picking him up and whipping him into a neutral corner. Havoc comes in with a flurry of chops across his chest, before setting him up on the turnbuckle. He sets Fly up for 'Control-Alt-Deletion' but Fly starts punching away at Havoc's midsection and finally pushes him off and onto the mat with a thud. Fly wastes no time in leaping off with a Diving Elbow Drop, he goes for the cover.


ONE


TWO


Burden makes the save with a kick to Fly's head. Burden quickly returns to his corner, as Fly struggles to regain his footing. Ziggy reaches out for a tag as fly gets to his feet. Fly looks at him, then flips him the bird. He turns his attention to Havoc who is trying to get to his feet. Fly kicks him in the gut sending him back down, Fly sets him up for a vertical suplex and hits it picture perfect in the middle of the ring. He gets up and quickly turns and nails Burden with a punch that nearly causes him to fall off the apron, however Fly grabs him by the head and tosses him over the ropes and into the ring.

Majors: Looks like the druggy's regained control.

Quadir: Fuck that cracka!

Burden quickly gets to his feet and is clotheslined right back down. Burden struggles to his feet again, and Fly grabs him by the throat. Havoc is up and runs at Fly to save his partner, but eats the leather of Flys boot for his 'heroics.' Fly lifts Burden into the air and chokeslams him to the mat. Fly staggers back a bit, exhausted from the work he's put in. Ziggy's still offering the tag, but Fly ignores him. Havos is starting to stir, Fly grabs his head and positions him for a powerbomb. Fly lifts the lightweight high into the air and, instead of a powerbomb, gives him a Last Ride with authority.

Quadir: Damn Undertaker wannabe!

Fly holds onto Havoc's legs and turns him over into the Tree of Pain, center of the ring.

Majors: If Havoc taps, Fly has a TKOW contract!

Havoc reaches out for the ropes but isn't strong enough to pull the 345 pound 7 footer towards the ropes, Burden's still out. Havoc finally gives in and taps.

Majors: Fly's done it! He beat The former SCW Tag Team champions!

Ziggy enters the ring and trys to hold up Fly?s hand, but Fly slaps it away and flips off Ziggy.

Quadir: Look at this, hatin on the black man.

Fly exits the ring, leaving a bewildered Ziggy standing in it alone.

*Commercial*

[TKOW Board]

The show comes back from the comercial break and the ring is decorated rather sharp. The mat is covered with a red carpet and theres setting decorations, simular to the Highlight Reel ones. A sword display is shown over in one of the corners and two men are outside of the ring holding banners of the Crimson Knights flag. Trumpets play in the background during this time. Two chairs are set up in the ring and Ghalleon is sitting in one of them. He wears his shoulder armor and his white cape. Underneath is his wrestling gear for his match. He looks around as the crowd boos him. The trumpets starts to fade out as Ghalleon lifts a microphone up to his mouth.

Ghalleon: Ok, ok, ok. Listen up piss ants. You're privilaged to see the birth of a new segment series. A series called, The Throne Room.

The words 'The Throne Room' appear acrossed the screen as the crowd boos him.

Ghalleon: Calm down you idiots. Usally you would see a guest on here. But this is the first installment and I think that I'll do something special instead.

Ghalleon stands up from his chair and walks over to the ropes.

Ghalleon: You see, I joined here little over a year ago. I've worked my way up to where I'm at now. But what do I get? Heh, I get a bunch of low leveled, no sence morons that think that they know everything to turn on me. Yes I'm talking about you, the fans. I could care less what you think of me right now. Believe it or not, I quit listening to you and listened to myself for once. To something I wanted to do. Gasp, that must sound really bad to you people huh?

Ghalleon then turned around and starts to smile slightly.

Ghalleon: Well, I could care less you know. But let this be a lesson. I hope that you people tonight will get a little bit of knowledge tonight that I can stand my ground. No matter who Phoenix has me to fight tonight.

The crowd starts to boo more as the scene shifts backstage...

Al walks into the screen fresh from the shower area. He is dressed in a designer suit obviously ready to head to the nearest club and drink the nights events away. He starts to collect his belongings including his Custom Title. He is almost finished as a teary eyed Jessica Spears walks into the room. Al looks up and drops his belongings in genuine concern for his friend.

Al: Jessica ... what's wrong?

He puts his arms around her in an embracing hug as she just falls into his body.

Jessica: I am so sorry.

Al: What for Jess?

Jessica: You don't have a clue ... do you?

Al looks at her confused as she steps away from him and inserts a tape into the VCR. He watches the footage that Hoops showed to the world as a tear runs down his cheek. He watches as his friend screams for help, knowing that he wasn't there for him.

Al: Why?

Jessica: No one knows Al.

Al: I do ... I know.

Jessica: What is it Al?

Al: I know...

Al stops the tape and wipes his eyes as he just stares blankly into nothing. Jessica tries to comfort him but is forced to fall for cover as Al grabs the TV and throws it to the other side of the room. He then grabs the nearest chair and tosses it as well.

Al: He'll pay for this...

He grabs his belongings and storms out of the locker room as the camera focuses on a terrified Jessica Spears.

The screen switches to the rampway, where a few musical instruments sit. Phoenix walks out from backstage and picks up a bass, strums a few notes, and moves to the mic.

Phoenix: Who wants to hear me play?!?

The crowd boos and laughs, the boos echoing throughout the sold out arena.

Phoenix: Fine then, you people stink. Guess you'll have to settle for Papa Roach then.

The crowd lights up as Jacoby Shaddix leads his band onstage. Phoenix shakes hands with everyone and they count off, going right into the opening cords of "Getting Away With Murder".

Shaddix leans up to the mic and opens his mouth, but a gruff voice barks out...



Yeah don't get it twisted
This rap shit, is mine (MOTHERFUCKER)
It's not, a fucking, game!

DMX rises out of the stage and busts into X Gonna Give It To Ya with Papa Roach breaking out Getting Away With Murder!

[DMX]
X gonna give it to ya (what)
Fuck wait for you to get it on your own X gon deliver to ya
Knock knock, open up the door, it's real
Wit the non-stop, pop pop and stainless steel
Go hard gettin busy wit it
But I got such a good heart that I'll make a motherfucker wonder if he did it (yeah)
Damn right and I'll do it again
Cuz I am right so I gots to win
Break bread wit the enemy (what)
But no matter how many cats I break bread wit I'll break who you sendin me (yeah)
You motherfucker never wanted nothin but your wife said, BITCH that's for the light day
I'm gettin down, down make a nigga say freeze
But won't be the one endin up on his knees Bitch Please
If the only thing you cats did is come out to play
Stay out my way
Mother f

Phoenix has on a headset and is playing along with the band as Shaddix takes the lead.

[Shaddix]
I feel irrational (What!)
So confrontational (Yeh!)
To tell the truth I am getting away with murder (Come on!)
It isn't possible (What!)
To ever tell the truth (uh HUH)
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder (WHOO!)

Getting away getting away getting away getting away getting away...

[DMX]
Ain't never gave nothin to me (yeah)
But everytime I turn around cats got they hands out wantin something from me (uh huh)
I ain't got it so you can't get it (yeah)
Lets leave it at that cuz I ain't wit it (yeah)
Hit it wit full strength (what)
I'm a jail nigga so I face the world like it's Earl in the bullpen
You against me, me against you
Whatever, whenever nigga the fuck you gon do?
I'm a wolf in sheep clothing
Only nigga that you know that can chill come back and get the streets open
I've been doing this for nineteen years (what)
Niggas wanna fight me? Fight these tears! (what)
I put in work and it's all for the kids (uh)
But these cats done forgot what work is (uh HUH!)
They don't know who we be (Lookin!)
But they don't know who they see NIGGA!

[Shaddix]
I feel irrational (What!)
So confrontational (Yeh)
To tell the truth I am getting away with murder (Come on!)
It isn't possible (Yeh!)
To ever tell the truth (uh HUH)
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder (WHOO!)
Getting away getting away getting away getting away with murder

[DMX]
Where my niggaz at?!
I know I got em down in the game give em love and they give it back (WHOO)
Talk to much for too long (What?!)
Don't give up your too strong (What?!)
A dog to bow bow hug it (yeh)
Shoutout to niggaz that done it (Come on!)
And it ain't even about the dough
It's about gettin down for what you stand for yo

[Shaddix]
Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate
What creates my own madness (arf arf)
And I'm addicted to your punishment
And you're the master
And I am craving this disaster (Come on!)

I feel irrational (What!)
So confrontational (Yeh)
To tell the truth I am getting away with murder (Come on!)
It isn't possible (What!)
To ever tell the truth (uh HUH)
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder...

The song cuts off and the crowd erupts in cheers...

And Phoenix is still strumming, not a sound coming out of his guitar. As the crowd shifts to laughter, he suddenly realizes the song is over and sheepishly takes off the instrument before raising DMX and Shaddix's hands for the crowd to eat up.

As P.Roach, DMX, and Phoenix leave the stage, the PowerTron shows Soulfly and Miranda outside Fly's office. A note on the door says "I got bored and redid your office. Hope you like it! --Phoenix--"

Fly looks at Miranda, worried, and enters. The room is decked out in a 70's shag vibe and Fly's car in the center of the room! A note on the car says "I found a couple technically mind smokers and had them pimp your ride into a bong. I'm damned serious! Pack the engine, start her up, and let the vents ease your pain. Smoke it up buttercup! --Phoenix--"

Soulfly: Well I'll be damned...

Fly pops the hood to reveal a modified engine, radiator, and hoses that vent the results into the car interior.

Soulfly: Get in we gotta try this shit out.

Fly feels along one wall and triggers a hidden button that opens a hidden door in that wall. A black light comes on showing us the room is nearly half the size of the office, and completely empty save for another note hanging from the light!

"Hey man, during the refit we found this room and bales of saved lawn clippings. I know you don't garden so I figured you were just lazy. We dumped all that junk in the compactor and sent it to the dump. --Phoenix--"

Soulfly eyes are wide as he staggers out of the room. Miranda steps out of the car...

Miranda: You look tense...

*Commercial*


Quadir: "This is Phoenix's masterpiece right here."

Majors: "What is?"

Quadir: "DNA vs DNA! Can you believe it?"

Majors: "No, but I will! Maybe these two will rip each other to shreds..."

Quadir: "Im not expecting too much action from this... maybe a lay down and pin?"

Majors: "Very possible."

"Down With the Sickness" By Disturbed begins to play.

Majors: "Our first competitor is on his way to the ring."

The music continues to play. At the chorus of the song EKP makes his way out to the ring smiling, not looking to serious at all. He receives a mixed reaction as he plays to the crowd jokingly, where he finally makes his way into the ring.

Quadir: "Does that look like a man with confidence or what!?"

Majors: "Nah, it looks like this is a joke for him."

"The Anthem" by Good Charlotte begins to play on the arena's speaker system as "DNA... Dustin... Phil... Aaron" flashes on the screen. As the song's intro finishes and the music kicks in gold pyro erupts from the stage, right up to the ceiling. The crowd goes wild. The screen shows Aaron in action against TKOW! megastars past and present, including Jason Starr and Chief mixed in with the video for the song. As soon as the vocals hit Aaron runs out onto the stage with Katie following behind. They stand at the top of the ramp for a few seconds, laughing at the fans between them, before running down the ramp and sliding into the ring where he stands up...and gives Phil a big ol' jokingly high five.

Quadir: "Well, it looks like they are both on the same page here, eh?"

Majors: "EH? Are you Canadian or something? But yeah... they do look like they are on the exact same page and that would be acting like they are at a playground."

The match starts with the two members of DNA laughing at each other. Aaron moves to EKP where he comes to a dead stop and lightly taps EKP on the chest with two fingers. Phil looks at his chest, laughs, and flies back and hits the mat with a vengeance.

Majors: "Oh, please..."

Aaron goes for the pin and right before the three count Phil gets his shoulder up!

Quadir: *obviously sarcastically over reacting* "He kicked out! Oh my God!"

Majors: "These two are wasting our time."

Phil recovers from the tapping and gets up. He and Aaron highfive, but as Phils hand connects with Aarons, Aaron is driven down to the canvas forcefully. EKP goes for the count.

Majors: "1..........2......"

Quadir: *again exaggerating* "Aaron got his shoulder up!"

EKP looks totally "Shocked" as he pounds the mat out of "frustration." EKP picks Aaron up and whips him to the ropes. EKP tries to rebound with a clothesline but suddenly trips over his own two feet and falls right out of the ring. The crowd boos.

Quadir: *rolling his eyes* "Give me a break. He's making an ass of himself."

Majors: "Both of them are, just like you do over my brother."

Quadir glares at Majors, who just smiles.

Aaron, "winded," slides out of the ring and retrieves Phil, throwing him in the ring where he remains unconscious on the mat. Aaron stugglingly rolls in the ring and crawls over to Phil where he covers.

Quadir: "1...........2......"

Suddenly "Breed" by Nirvana hits as the crowd goes apeshit. Both members of DNA suddenly lift their heads up without any trouble to look at the entrance ramp where David Rave emerges carrying the Ultimate Chaos Championship over his shoulder and a mic in hand.

Quadir: *appearing happy to see a distraction* "What's this cracka up to?"

Rave puts the mic to his lips.

David Rave: "DNA vs DNA... hmmm... Well, it looks like you two are having fun tonight."

Aaron and Phil lean on the top rope side by side looking at each other in confusion.

David Rave: "Since when is TKOW! about having fun!? I watched this from backstage and, to tell you the truth, I damn near puked at the disrespect you have shown me, the fans, and even Phoenix. So what I have decided to do is make this match a little bit more competitive."

Rave smiles and looks up at the cage overhanging the ring.

Rave: "You see that cage high above the ring? Well, it's about to be lowered and this match is about to be restarted."

EKP and Aaron angrily yell curse words at Rave.

Rave: "So, when the bell rings it will be EKP vs Aaron MC in a cage match for the Ultimate Chaos Championship!!"

Suddenly the two competitors appear to calm and back into opposite corners as the cage is lowered.

Rave: "You two... have fun!"

The crowd cheers as Rave hands the belt to an official who keeps it for the match. Rave leaves the arena as the cage is fully lowered.

Quadir: "What an announcement."

Majors: "We may get some quality match time here thanks to that man."

Quadir: "Musta been Phoenix's idea."

Both Aaron and Phil have focused expressions while outside the ring the official raises the UC title belt in the air for all to see. He then motions for the bell.

Quadir: "Haha! The crackas have suddenly gotten serious after seeing that gold."

The two men give each other a respectful handshake, then break it and engage in a collar and elbow tie up. Attempting to get the upper hand in strength, both force each other around the ring without breaking the grapple. Aaron breaks it finally as he takes EKP down in a headlock. Phil flails his legs and works them until he gets them wrapped around Aaron's throat, forcing Aaron to release the headlock. EKP locks in a leg scissors type move around Aaron's throat.

Majors: "Hmm... good display of wrestling here."

Aaron, still in the leg scissors, manages to get to his feet. He then puts all of the weight on his forehead and flips onto Phil, causing him to break the hold. Aaron gets to his feet, quickly followed
by EKP, Aaron throws Phil down with a hip toss and applies a reversed headlock. Phil quickly escapes and gets to his feet. He extends his hand for Aaron to shake.

Majors: "Some decent respect shown by these two now."

Quadir: "It's a change from before."

Aaron, still shaking Phil's hand, irish whips him into the ropes only to have an attempted clothesline ducked. Phil runs against the ropes and cage with extreme momentum before finally attempting a flying clothesline on Aaron. Aaron, however, ducks and EKP goes headfirst into the chain link of the cage!

Quadir: *rubbing his hands together* "The fool's finally getting the idea!"

Majors: "Yeah but a chainlink cage match is considered a wuss match in HPWA, so what does that tell you about those two?"

Quadir: "Buncha wimpy babies!"

Phil grasps his forehead while getting to his feet. He shakes it off and throws an angry look at Aaron, who shrugs his shoulders in response and takes Phil down with an armdrag followed by a hammerlock. Phil grinds his teeth and hits Aaron square in the chops with a vicious elbow. Aaron falls onto his behind grabbing his jaw and looking up at EKP, who just shrugs his shoulders in response. Phil grabs Aaron by his hair and throws him into a corner, unleashing a flury of lefts and rights to his face and gut. After a few shots EKP takes a few steps back and lets Aaron regain focus. Once he has, Aaron charges EKP, who simply sidesteps--the same way Aaron did to EKP moments ago--causing Aaron to go face first into the cage. Aaron throws up his hands in the nick of time and shoves himself back off the cage. EKP, totally unaware, turns right into a running big boot from Aaron, connecting dead on, sending Phil to the mat

Quadir: "This could be the end of DNA."

Majors: "Good."

Quadir: "EKP will need a couple gold teeth after that shot."

Majors: *thinks about it* "Maybe two. Heh."

Aaron looks at the door of the cage and walks towards it. The ref on the outside opens it. Aaron walks closer to it, only to have his foot snagged by EKP on the ground and pulled back. EKP, with Aarons foot in hand, stands up and pulls Aaron right into a clothesline that sends him on his back.

Quadir: "That coulda hurt."

EKP gets on top of Aaron, looks at the crowd, then begins to hit him with many left-hand punches to the side of Aaron's head. EKP grabs Aaron by the throat and pulls him to his feet. EKP positions Aaron on his left shoulder and runs towards the chainlink fence. Aaron slides off his shoulders at the last second and pushes EKP over the ropes and into the cage. EKP lands on the apron in rebound.

Majors: *perking up* "Is that blood I see on EKP's face?"

Quadir: "Yeah! Those pussyboys finally drew blood. About damn time!"

Aaron grips the ropes above EKP and stomps away at Phil who remains sandwiched in between the ring and cage. Aaron grabs EKP by the head and pulls him to his feet inside the ring where he sets up EKP for the Twist of Fate!

Majors: "Will he hit it!?"

Quadir: "He did! Twist of Fate connects!" *mumbles* "Bout time we got some action!"

Aaron stands up and climbs the side of the cage slowly.

Majors: "He's gonna try to escape..."

Quadir: "Yeah, but EKP is stirring, so fat chance."

Aaron makes it about half way up the cage before EKP grabs Aarons foot, preventing him from making a move. Wth foot in hand EKP climbs the cage himself. Aaron tries to elbow EKP but he avoids them. EKP releases Aaron's foot and slams his face into the cage, causing Aaron to stagger on the ropes. EKP positions Aaron for a superplex.

Quadir: *gleefully* "Uh oh."

Majors: "Even if he hits this, it wont be HPWA caliber."

EKP finally gets set up and flips himself and Aaron off the top of the ropes and into the ring, hitting a mid ring superplex!

Quadir: "That was pretty nice."

Majors: "But that hurt both of them...maybe EKP is hurt just as much as Aaron."

Both men stir. EKP gets to his feet. Aaron gets to his feet only to have EKP clutch him by the back of his neck and hurl him into the cage. EKP doesn't release as he turns Aaron around and
hurls him into the other side of the cage. EKP keeps hold and again throws Aaron into the side of the cage two more times, once on each side. Aaron is busted open.

Quadir: "Both faces are blood torn... Damn, he shoulda kept goin!"

Majors: "It's amazing how much damage a fence like cage can do eh?"

Quadir: "Not enough."

EKP signals for "The Killer Driver" and proceeds to stalk Aaron as he gets to his feet.

Quadir: "If he hits this move, TKOW! will have a new UC Champ."

Majors: "He won't be the champ Phoenix was."

Quadir: "I hate having to agree with you."

Aaron staggers on his two feet right into a suplex position by EKP. Aaron is lifted up as EKP attempts to hit THe Killer Driver. However, Aaron wriggles free and lands on his feet behind EKP and hits a dropkick to his knees, sending him down. EKP tries to get to his feet but is intercepted by Aaron who steps up on EKP's leg and hits a devastating knee to the face!

Majors: "Vanity Sells!"

Quadir: "You think so?"

Majors: "I know so."

Quadir: "Is the pussyboy match over yet?"

Majors: "I thought so but Aaron isnt moving too much. He's lost a bit of blood."

Aaron and EKP lay motionless on the mat, both leaking blood like a faucet, leaving brown stains on the ring.

Quadir: "Just a tiny bit..." *yelling* "Come on you crackas, get this over with!"

Aaron begins to stir, as Does EKP. Aaron crawls slowly to one side of the cage, EKP following in a crawl as well.

Majors: "They're both going to climb the cage?"

Quadir: "I'd be surprised."

Majors: "Like my brother surprised you?"

Quadir: "..."

Aaron grabs the chainlink, as does Phil. They both pull themselves up to a vertical base and exchange a few punches before simutaneously climbing the cage. They inch their way up exchanging more punches as they gain height.

Quadir: "Don'tcha just love how fast they became bitter rivals?"

Majors: "Its the gold."

Aaron and Phil reach the wider metal top of the cage, still exchanging blows as they pull themselves to the top.

Majors: "How many more shots can these guys take to the face before dying of a stroke?"

Quadir: "It could only improve this match."

Aaron gets to a vertical base and so does EKP. However, EKP gets the upperhand when he low blows Aaron! Aaron kneels over in pain as EKP hits Aaron with a DDT on the metal top of the cage! Aaron stays on, though, with his feet dangling off both sides.

Quadir: "Damn, that was close. Why couldn't he fall? Aaron'd be done with wrestling and this match would be over!"

Majors: "For sure."

EKP picks Aaron up and puts his head between his legs.

Majors: "Is he going to powerbomb him off the cage into the ring!?"

Quadir: "When it comes to gold, these guys ain't buddies no more."

EKP attempts to lift Aaron up but Aaron resists and back body drops Phil onto the steel! EKP hits the steel with a thud and bounces over the edge but manages to catch grip of the side hanging on to not fall 20 feet into the ring. Aaron stands up and moves closer to Phils hands. EKP, though, uses one of his hands to trip Aaron's leg. Aaron falls off the other edge of the cage and manages to grab hold of the top instead of falling to a painful victory.

Quadir: "Bah! He shoulda dropped. A broken leg wouldn't hurt that much!"

Majors: "You said bah..."

EKP reaches Aaron and grabs his face, slamming it into the cage. Aaron hangs on and reaches Phil and returns the favor but doesn't release EKP's hair. Instead he hangs on and repeatedly rams EKP's bloody face into the steel. One time.... two times....and finally three times before EKP releases grip of the cage and falls a devastating 15-20 foot fall into the ring.

The crowd chants "Holy shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!"

Quadir: "Hooray, this crap's finally getting finished!"

Majors: "Aaron just has to climb down the cage and he's the two time UC Champ!"

Quadir: "Why's that cracka climbing back onto the the top of the cage?"

Majors: "See that smile on Aarons face? He doesn't want EKP to have any chance of getting up."

EKP lays motionless in the ring, still dripping blood, as Aaron stands on the edge of the cage. Aaron looks at the crowd who cheer him and finally jumps off the cage.

Majors: "Oh my god!"

Aaron flies through the air making a frog splash like action and hits EKP in the middle of the ring with a 20 foot splash!"

Crowd: "Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

Quadir: "How the hell did he hit it perfectly from twenty feet?"

Majors: "Wow... that was deadly."

Aaron grabs his ribs in pain as he crawls to the cage door, leaving EKP behind motionless. Aaron, dripping blood, makes his way to the door on his stomach. The ref opens the door and Aaron slides down the stairs and onto the floor where he screams in pain.

Quadir: "And the newwwww UC Champ-"

Majors: "Let Richard Head do the announcing of the title turn."

The ref makes his way to Aaron and lays the UC Championship on him. Aaron celebrates on the ground in pain with his belt as the cage is raised.

Majors: "EKP still hasnt moved."

Quadir: "After that, I dont blame him."

The cage is fully raised to the rafters once more as Aaron barely manages gets to his feet with the belt. Instead of leaving, he gets back into the ring slowly and helps Phil up.

Majors: "The respect is evident here."

EKP can't stand on his two feet. He is aware that he lost to Aaron but, instead of being mad, he raises Aarons arm in victory and shakes his hand. The crowd cheers and respects a great match just put on.

The shot cuts away to backstage. The camera closes in on a large figure talking to a backstage technician. Jace steps up behind the figure and instinctively the other turns around and comes face to face with Jace.

Phoenix.

Jace (smiling wide): Hello again friend.

A savage crack is heard as Dave Havoc drills Phoenix from behind with a steel chair from behind! Phoenix stumbles, but doesn't go down.

Phoenix (gasping): Jace!!

The chair comes down again across Phoenix's back and Phoenix is on his knees. Tobias rushes in and starts stomping on Phoenix. Dave and Tobias haul Phoenix to his feet and Jace starts teeing off on his face with a series of brutal closed fists that rock Phoenix's head backwards. Jace tells his allies to let Phoenix go and Jace grabs him by his shirt and heaves him forward.

Phoenix stumbles down the hall before sinking to one knee. Jace approaches but Phoenix explodes from his prone position into a tackle that sends Jace crashing against the wall! The wall cracks open and Phoenix is on top of Jace, throwing punches at him in a blind fury!! Jace tries to cover up...

Jace: GET HIM OFF ME!

Tobias and Dave wrestle Phoenix off of Jace and they struggle with the big man as Jace gets to his feet. In an instant, with a roar and an amazing display of strength, Phoenix shoves Tobias and Dave off of him, but Jace sinks low into a fighter's stance and unleashes with a wicked kick to Phoenix's temple!! Phoenix slumps over, but amazingly is still conscious. Jace grabs a handful of his hair and starts to drag him down the hall with Dave and Tobias' help.

We return to the announce position, which is now in an uproar and recently regained Leona.

Mark Majors: Figures.

Quadir: Always gotta target the HKIC...

Leona: ...

The three of them muscle Phoenix into the ring. Phoenix starts to pull himself up in the corner but Jace is on him in an instant, punching and kicking in a flurry of martial arts strikes and again Phoenix is subdued. Jace gets another mic.

Jace (enraged) : You piece of shit!! DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH ME!!!

From out of nowhere, Phoenix's lunges at Jace again!

Mark Majors: He won't stop... he won't stop fighting back!

He rails Jace with a clothesline, which instantly turns into a STO. Phoenix starts whaling away, but Jace manages to roll him over and the two are a mass of flying violent punches. Tobias finally gets in a stiff dropkick to Phoenix's abdomen, getting him off Jace. Jace rolls out of the ring where the lottery setup from earlier is standing and picks up his mic.

Jace (breathing heavily): I have a little confession to make "boss".

Jace reaches into the tumbler and pulls out another ball. He raises it up to the camera. This one also says Phoenix. Furiously, he starts pulling out ball after ball and all of them say Phoenix.

Jace: Sorry chief... I guess it wasn't so random after all! It's Phoenix all 'round!!

Jace picks up the tumbler and brings it into the ring, then crashes it down on Phoenix's head as he again tries to pick himself up! The crowd gasps as the tumbler actually breaks and Phoenix slumps. Jace turns to Tobias and Dave.

(Jace's voice suddenly gets lower, yet infinitely more frightening.)

Jace: Show him... I beg of you... speak for all of us Dave... Tobias... be our voice... show him how angry he makes you!

Dave's expression goes blank and knowing. He goes out of the ring and retrieves a steel chair. He throws it up and over the top rope and into the ring. Tobias sets it up almost methodically, drags Phoenix over to it, and places his head on the chair face down as Phoenix randomly taps at his thigh.

Quadir: Maybe now Phoenix will need the mask!

Dave climbs to the top rope as Tobias steadies the unconscious Phoenix. Dave takes flight!

Mark Majors: CODEX THROUGH THE STEEL CHAIR!!! CODEX!!!

The chair practically explodes as Phoenix's face is driven right through it. Blood starts to run through his mask. Dave sits upright on the canvas, staring blankly at the carnage he created as a smile creeps across his features. Tobias lifts Phoenix's head up and spits right in his face. Jace pulls out the papers from earlier and a pen, dips the pen into Phoenix's blood, and signs the contract.

Jace: It's kind of cliche, but it has this twinge of fun to it. Signing in blood...

The heat from the crowd is enormous and overhwleming. The announce team is even drowned out by it, garbage starts to litter the ring and Jace gets on the top turnbuckle, surveying the waves of hatefilled thousands spewing venom at Violent Reaction.

By now, Leona has left the announce table and taken her place in the ring, standing beside Jace, looking up at him with an unreadable expression. He mouths the words, "What we want. When we want it. Nothing will stop us. Nothing."

The lightning crashes and "Meaning of Life" rips over the speakers as Section 8 makes it's way down the ramp, led by an irate Lady Hawke. As she slides in the ring Tobias and Dave nearly attack, but Jace calls them out of the ring since Matt Griffen and Gabriel Hunglestein are only a few steps behind her. Gabe slides next to Phoenix as Lady Hawke stares down Jace, motioning for him to get back in the ring.

Mark Majors: It's about damned time!

Quadir: And the boss was questioning how loyal AVR was? What the s*** is this?

The shot fades to...

*Commercial*

[TKOW Board]

Mark Majors: We're back. Before the break, we witnessed a heinous attack from Jace Mingla and A Violent Reaction on temp CEO Phoenix. During the commercial Section 8 brought Phoenix to the back for medical atten- wait, I'm getting an update. The cameras are in the back right now, let's see what we can find out.

The PowerTron 10 shows a shaky camera moving down a hallway. As it rounds the corner, it finds a gathering of bodies. In the center of it all, back to the camera, is a heaving back under a ripped up dark green suit jacket. Dr Cliff Hawke is wrapping up the head of CEO Phoenix. Lady Hawke is scribbling furiously in a pad. Finally she thrusts it under Phoenix's face.

Phoenix: Uhmm... yeah.... right.... good point.... boobies.... Oh forget it. I needed to see what Jace was capable of. I had to get a feel for him. Jace isn't someone to be taken lightly, and I needed to know what I set myself up for. I'll be ok. It's not like I haven't been beaten up before.

Phoenix pulls off the jacket and the shirt, revealing his gear. He grabs his still bloody mask and puts it on, then starts pulling off his show and pants.

T.H. Power: I was going to bring em a few weapons, but I was taking a leak when they finally jumped you in the back. I just wonder who's car that was I pissed on...

Phoenix: Toss me my boots? Listen everyone, I know it was rough. You guys want to be there for me, it's our home arena and all, but it's ok. I'm a little woozy, but my head's taken plenty of punishment. The thick leather mask helps a lot really.

Phoenix grimaces as he puts his jacket on and grabs a clipboard from Power.

Phoenix: Ok let's go end this.

The group leaves and the camera sneaks a peek at the pad left behind...

I can't believe you survived this long acting like that! Did you have any idea what you were asking of us? Making us wait in the shadows while you got beaten up. What if they knocked you out and you couldn't signal us? What were you thinking about?

Mark Majors: Did I hear that right? Did Phoenix set up Jace Mingla to set him up?

Quadir: Do yoouuu speaka any english?

"Lucia vs Zophar" from Noriyuki Iwadare starts to play as the lights cut to pitch black and smoke starts to flow into the entrance ramp and down to the ring. The smoke glows slightly red as flashes of light scatter though out the smoke giving the image of lighing flashing. The smoke rises up at least two feet off of the ground as Ghalleon starts to rise up from the smoke. He walks slowly down to the ring while the PowerTron 10 displays the scene of Karnij and Ghalleon falling from the cage and then starts to fade out to black.

The PowerTron 10 then switches over to a blood red sky with red clouds while the image of two eyes (The left eye is a normal dark blue while the other is red) starts to peer out from the sky. A black light appears from the red eye and spans across the screen from left to right; while it spans across the screen it starts to show the chateau and a blue tower off behind a mountain while the sun quickly sets behind the same mountains.

The PowerTron 10 then starts to show clips from Ghalleon's past matches to the chair smash on Karnij. The ring is drapped in purple light as Ghalleon climbs the stairs to the ring. He opens the ropes for Sammie and then gets into the ring himself. He then goes to the center of the ring and rises his arms up into the air slowly. He looks on at the crowd with his eyes rolled back into the back of his head as he slowly raises his hands.

The smoke stops coming in, the purple light fades out and the normal lights starts to come back on. He then takes off his shoulder armor, cape & small red head piece and gets a mic.

Ghalleon: I've been waiting all night long. I hear that the next match is the main event, and I have yet to wrestle. Did you decieveth the fans Lord Phoenix? Did you not realize retribution would be swift and for-

"Barricades in Time" by Adema begins to play throughout the arena. The lights go down during the intro music. When the singing begins, pyros blast off at the entrance causing the curtains to light on fire (controlled of course).

The lights come back dimly in a white haze and Dustin Hughes walks out of the entrance and stands beside the wall of fire and bows his head in a religious way and then walks down the ramp and onto the apron where he stares down Ghalleon.

Ghalleon tosses Dustin the mic...

Dustin Hughes: I guess this means that you're out of luck. This match, this main event, it's for people that deserve it, like me. Phoenix may be a big ox, but he knows better than to place you in an-

"A World So Cold" by Mudvayne kicks in hard over the speakers, signalling the entrance of the World Champion, Icarus Evangeline.

Icarus pauses at the top of the ramp and displays the title, but looks distracted and sad.

As he makes his way down to the ring-

The arena lights drop to pitch black. A flash shot of Phoenix delivering Through Hellfire and Brimstone to Dave Rave.

*GONG!* Fog rolls out and a circle of fire lights on the stage. A flash shot of Phoenix crushing Cobryn with a steel chair.

*GONG!* A deep voice booms out "Time to Rise!" as the tron lights up with fiery lettering spelling out "Rise Like the Phoenix", and a flash shot of Phoenix's entrance at the final match of the Memorial Cup plays on the PowerTron 10.

*GONG!* The stage and turnbuckles explode with flame pyro as 'Phoenix' by Stratovarious blares out, and fast motion clips play of Phoenix delivering the Phoenix Driver to a bevy of opponents, including D-Matic, Matt Griffen, Soutter, Adam Haven, Johnny Styles, Syberus, Clench, Dustin Hughes, Dan Stein, Dave Rave and Mars.*

*Phoenix rises through the circle of flames, down on one knee, head on his fist, clipboard in hand, wearing his sleeveless black trench and his Rosary. He stands up as the crowd roars and begins making his way down towards the ring as the haze dissipates, arms outstreched (similar to Randy Orton), playing up the crowd with a smug attitude.*

Mark Majors: *attempting to be heard over the din* Phoenix is in full gear, black sleeveless bodysuit with his symbol on his chest, that remade Kane mask, gauntlet on the right forearm, fingercut gloves, marikigusari around his left forearm, and a "you'll remember who I am" air about him. This is the umpteenth time Phoenix has been seen this evening, and our fans love him now more than ever, after the BRUTAL assault he took from Jace Mingla and Violent Reaction.

*Phoenix ignores Icarus, slides into the ring past Dustin, passes Ghalleon, hops up and hits the turnbuckle to the second rope, pounding his chest and thrusting his arms back out to the sides, then he points straight up with a middle finger salute as the corner behind him explodes in fire. Phoenix hits all four corners, then pulls off the coat, dropping it in the last corner, and hangs the Rosary over the ringpost.*

Quadir: Phoenix got that wrapping on his head, he's looking stiff, I think he should be lucky that these three men don't beat him down like Clench beats down the english language. That beating was more brutal than Webster watching an Extreme Killer Phil promo. Ya herd!

Phoenix snaps his fingers and motions for Dustin to give him the mic.

Phoenix: Now I considered fighting you two at once to be a heck of a challenge. I wanted to flex myself against two of the very best. But I'm not really in the condition I was in when I started out the night. So I've decided to even this up just a little bit. First I'm making this a No Disqualification Match, so you guys can be "comfortable". Second, you two *points at Dustin then Icarus* get him *points at Ghalleon* while I get-

Dustin doesn't wait, clobbering Phoenix with a clothesline. He starts stomping on the CEO and yelling for the other two to get involved. Ghalleon moves in and Icarus jumps to the apron as-

Piercing hawk and eagle cries then seconds later "Take Me Away" strains the speakers. Lady Hawke and Matt Griffen come down the ramp on a tear as the bell rings.

Icarus moves around the ringpost as the Birds slide into the ring. Lady Hawke explodes as she stands into a flying forearm which staggers Dustin back to the ropes. Ghalleon moves in to meet Matt, and the two men begin exchanging right hands.

Mark Majors: I want to see Jim Lowe get a hold of THIS...

HPWA Senior Official Jim Lowe takes a look around and gets to work, starting with the bigger men. He shoves Matt and Ghalleon apart and yells at them both to get on the apron. After a minute of trading smacks and pushes, Jim finally gets Ghalleon away and Matt warily steps through the ropes.

Dustin and Hawke have been dancing around each other, trading jabs and kicks, Dustin trying to gauge having a female in the ring and Lady H not taking any chances early in the match. Jim appears and tells Hawke she needs to get out on the apron, leaving a half dead Phoenix and Dustin Hughes in the ring.

Mark Majors: Dustin's getting a smile on his face. I bet he remembers the loss to Phoenix not so long ago.

Dustin slaps Phoenix in the back of the head and guides him to his knees.

Quadir: He should be happy. He's the only opponent this fed has tossed at Phoenix that really gave him any trouble.

Hughes bounces off the ropes and dropkicks him in the chest!

Mark Majors: Shouldn't there be a "cracka" in that sentence somewhere?

Quadir: There are times when a good cracka a** cracka rant is needed. And there are times it goes too far. I displayed too far earlier in the show, during the Soulfly match. Now I plan to CRACKA be normal.

Mark Majors: Like you know what that is...

Taking his time, Dustin strolls to Phoenix's head and makes a big stink as his drops a knee across Phoenix's masked face.

Mark Majors: Well look who thinks they're big and bad now!

Dustin laughs at Phoenix as he slowly pulls him to his feet. He stares down the Birds as he holds Phoenix with a fistfull of shirt-

Quadir: Phoenix slaps Dustins arm away, pulls him into a Bearhug right into a Front Slam!

Phoenix staggers back a few steps and falls back into his corner, sitting against the turnbuckles. He weakly holds his hand up for the tag...

...and the Birds start pumping their fists, and play rock paper scissors to decide who tags in!

Mark Majors: This is a bit unprecedented isn't it. Shouldn't one of them just get in there?

Lady Hawke comes up with paper, and Matt pulls off the upset with scissors. As Matt breaks out a wide grin, Lady Hawke drops the paper hand and tags Phoenix! Griffen stares at her but she just shrugs and moves down the apron, lining up a standing Dustin. As he turns in her direction she springboards in off the top rope straight over his head, grabbing his neck and flipping to floor him with an overcastle!

Phoenix rolls under the bottom rope to the floor, down to one knee, and watches as Lady Hawke pulls her legs up off the floor, whips her momentum and hops to her feet. Dustin gets up, red in the face, and turns into a stiff side kick from Hawke. She presses the advantage with a 360 roundhouse to the side of Dustin's face, followed by a front kick to his gut, and quickly moves in and hits a snap suplex.

The crowd is hot at the combination, and the cheers keep rising as Hawke moves to Dustin's feet, picking up a leg and twisting over to a single leg crab. Icarus comes in illegally and drags Lady Hawke off of Dustin, errantly tossing her a few feet away before getting back on the apron.

She stands up slowly, dusting herself off. Dustin has made it back to the corner, and, eyeing Icarus, tags in Ghalleon. Lady Hawke shakes her head and tags in Matt.

Mark Majors: Griffen's been a formidable force since he took himself pro, making great showings int he HPWA and the Ring Syndicate. It's good to see him active again. He's almost as tough as Phoenix, a former HPWA Brutality champion, the first man to survive the Phoenix Pit.

Matt and Ghalleon circle each other, Ghalleon looking wary of the bigger man. They move in towards each other, Matt signalling for a test of strength, holding one arm up, dangling his fingers. Ghalleon warily moves in, slowly moving his arm up to meet Matt's.

As the two begin to interlock, they also join their other hands and at once start applying pressure! Ghalleon fights, taking a brief lead, but Matt uses his 80 pound weight advantage and pushes in, making Ghalleon lose his leverage. Matt twists Ghalleon's hands down and starts pulling up, hyperextending both his arms!

Matt suddenly jerks Ghalleon towards him into a bearhug, lifting him off the ground nearly a foot and wrenching his back out. Matt keeps moving, twisting Ghalleon back and forth, until finally slamming him down with a modified spinebuster.

Quadir: Me country boy! Me stroooong!

Matt takes his time, looking down to see how Phoenix is doing, and pointing out to the crowd. Ghalleon takes advantage, hooking Griffen around the waist from behind and floating him over into a neck-wracking German suplex. Ghalleon is still hooked, rolls, and pulls Matt up, hoisting him up into a second!

Mark Majors: He's rolling, going for the trifecta!

Griffen sends right back elbows into the side of Ghalleon's head, trying to break the hold, but Ghalleon holds on and uses tremendous effort, nailing Griffen with the third German!

Ghalleon shakes the cobwebs and hits Griffen in the sternum with a standing elbow drop. He quickly stands and drops another one, then a third, and finally starts to pull Matt up, keeping him offbalance with stiff closed fist shots.

Ghalleon rams his knee into Matt's midsection and double underhooks into a DDT, but Matt breaks the underhook and shoves up, back bodydropping Ghalleon up and over. Matt drops to a knee, catching his breath. Ref Lowe moves in checking both competitors while Lady Hawke and Dustin Hughes are both looking for tags.

Matt gets to his feet as Ghalleon is getting to his knees. Matt takes a quick glance at his corner and whales Ghalleon in the temple with a hard right hand. He grabs Ghalleon and whips him to the ropes, hitting a powerslam upon his return. Matt covers...


One...


T... Kickout!


Mark Majors: Matt's showing some heavy ring presence. He's kept the fight in the middle of the ring, managed to keep Ghalleon from mounting a long offensive run.

Matt tags Lady Hawke, who climbs up to the top rope. He pulls Ghalleon up and hoists him onto a sitting position on his shoulders, then turns to face his corner. He takes a few steps in, and Lady Hawke leaps into a body splash into Ghalleon as Matt drops Ghalleon back towards the mat.

Quadir: Hawke has a cover...


One...


Two...


Kickout!


Mark Majors: The Birds of Prey giving some brief examples of why only they could dethrone Jonnie Valentines Hellhounds as the Ring Syndicate Tag Team Champions.

Lady Hawke doesn't bother getting up; instead she twists around, locking her legs around Ghalleon's neck and right arm while hyperextending the joints again, effectively straining his neck and shoulder while nearly choking him out.

Mark Majors: Not enough people give them the credit they deserve thanks to Lady Hawke not being a Nicole Bass type of woman.

Ref Lowe gets down close to Ghalleon, checking Lady Hawke's legs for a choke.

Quadir: Nicole Bass was a man. Admit it and move on to bigger and hotter boobs.

As Ghalleon struggles to escape, Hawke's legs slip into an actual choke, and Lowe starts the five count. At three L.Hawke drops the hold and guides Ghalleon up to his feet. She drives him to the ropes with forearm shots, then whips him across- No! Ghalleon reverses, tossing Hawke to the ropes! He bends at the last second to get her airborne, but she hops, twisting, and judo rolls over his back to land behind him! She keeps on the move, leaping and tagging Matt back in!

Matt quickly gets into the ring and meets Ghalleon for the second time in the match, the two men trading right hands. Ghalleon smartly doubles up and slips behind Matt, axehandling him in his shoulders. Ghalleon keeps up the attack, using double axehandles and forearms, working over the area that he started on with the trifecta German suplex from earlier. He arrogantly shoves Matt towards the ropes and backs to midring, egging Griffen on.

Matt slowly turns his head, glaring at Ghalleon, eyes flaring. He takes two large steps in and locks up in the centre of the ring. The two men battle it out, but Griffin overpowers Ghalleon into the turnbuckle. Lowe steps in and Griffin backs away, hands up. Ghalleon takes advantage and gouges the eyes of Matt right in front of the referee.

He quickly continues and drives a knee into Matt's stomach before swinging him into his corner where Dustin awaits. Icarus holds his hands up in a "I'm not here" gesture as Ghalleon works over Matt in the corner with knee shots to the stomach, inter-laced with stiff forearm shots to the face.

He then Irish whips Matt into the opposite corner and follows up with a splash. Griffin tries to shake it off but is met with a series of stiff chops, Benoit-style. After a few chops, Griffin summons up the energy to block one, grab Ghalleon and thrust him into the turnbuckle where he delivers a taste of his own medicine, hitting a series of stiff chops on his own.

Mark Majors: Matt's having a bit more challenge from Ghalleon then he'd probably think, huh.

Quadir: Knights are tough man.

*Mark and Quadir take a long look at each other, and break out into fits of laughter.*

Griffin ushers a stumbling Ghalleon into the center of the ring where he nails him with a quick knee the gut. He the lifts him in suplex position and holds him in the air. After what seems like an eternity, Griffin hits a stalling suplex on Ghalleon and goes for the cover.


One...


T...


Ghalleon kicks out with relative ease. Griffin lifts him up and swings him against the ropes, catching the running Ghalleon in a second bearhug, crushing him with all his power, and again slams him with a huge spinebuster, shaking the ring.

Ghalleon writhes in pain as he looks at the outstretched hand of Dustin in vain. Ghalleon struggles to his feet, favouring his lower back as he is met with a big boot courtesy of Matt Griffen. Ghalleon has other plans and ducks the boot, quickly hitting a chop block to the back of Griffin?s knee.

Matt collapses to one knee as Ghalleon hits a sloppy shining wizard on Griffin which sends him to the matt.

Quadir: Wanna bet Lady Hawke shows Knight in Stupid Armor how that move is done by the end of the match?

Ghalleon gingerly approaches the fallen Griffen and locks on a figure-four leglock in the center of the ring. Matt writhes in pain as the fans cheer him on in support. Ghalleon wrenches back harder and harder as Matt?s shoulders fall back.


One...


Two... Kickout!


The referee makes the obligatory count but Matt gets his shoulders back up on the two-count.

Matt summons up all his strength and thrusts to his left, turning the move over. Now on his stomach, Matt is the one applying the pressure. Ghalleon screams in pain as the two are locked in the center of the ring. Ghalleon squirms and Matt is forced to break the hold. Both men start crawling to their respective corners.

Ghalleon gets to Icarus first, but the champ drops off the apron, shaking his head, and points at Dustin. Dustin reaches out and makes the tag. He charges the ring and sees Matt Griffin, inches away from tagging in Lady Hawke.

Mark Majors: Dustin's in, Matt gets Lady Haw- NO!

Just as the hot tag is about to be made, Dustin's boot comes crashing down on Matt Griffin's head. Dustin stands right in front of Lady Hawke and places his boot on Matt's head, grinning. The fans boo raucously.

Dustin lifts Matt by the head and swings him back into his own corner. He distracts the referee as Ghalleon chokes out Griffin. Dustin returns to the corner and lands a knife-edge chop on Matt's chest before grabbing him and hitting a jaw-breaker.

Matt stumbles and is met with a huge dropkick from Dustin which sends him to the outside. Dustin goes to exit the ring but the referee restrains him. While on the outside, Matt gets accosted by Ghalleon who drives Griffin?s head into the steel post not once, not twice, but thrice.

He then rolls Griffin back in the ring. Phoenix slowly pulls himself up to the apron and is pointing out the opponents, talking over something with Hawke. Dustin saunters over arrogantly and starts scraping Griffin's face with his boot before dropping a knee to Matt?s face and finally making a sloppy cover.


One...


T... Kickout!


Matt kicks out easily which seems to anger Dustin who lifts Griffin and props him up against the turnbuckle. Dustin hits a series of stiff kicks to his thighs. Griffin falls to his knees. Dustin backs up a little before charging at Griffin hitting a dropkicks right in Matt's face. Matt's body bends backwards awkwardly as Dustin drags him to the centre of the ring, locking in a Texas Clover Leaf, as Icarus gets back on the apron.

Dustin: Tap, you as***le, tap!

Matt grimaces in pain as the referee checks up on him. He refuses to tap and inches his way closer to his partner, Lady Hawke. He in a mere inches away from tagging out when Dustin pulls him back into the center of the ring, locking in the move even tighter.

Out of desperation, Matt lifts his upper body, arches back and reaches out with his hands backwards. It's a desperate effort, but his hands find Dustin's head. He pulls back, stretching Dustin's back the wrong way. Dustin quickly relinquishes the hold, shocked. Griffin explodes off the mat and right into his corner with a hot tag to partner Lady Hawke.

Quadir: GET THEM TITTY IN THE RING! I WANNA SEE EM BOUNCIN!

Lady Hawke charges at Dustin with a flying forearm and connects. Ghalleon enters the ring but he's put down by the same forearm. Dustin gets back up but his put back down with a clothesline this time. Ghalleon charges once more but Lady Hawk leaps up hitting a hurracanrana that sends Ghalleon tumbling to the outside. Dustin charges again, but Lady Hawke hits a drop toe hold right into an STF! The fans go wild as Dustin, the legal man, screams in pain.

Mark Majors: Dustin reaches the ropes but the damage is done.

Lady Hawke lifts Dustin up and swings him against the ropes connecting with a standing dropkick. She drags Dustin back into her corner and quickly tags out.

Matt enters the ring and lifts up the weary Dustin over his head into a Military Press. After the display of strength he drops him down with a front slam into a pin.


One...


Two...


Kickout!


Matt thrusts Dustin into the corner and charges. Dustin gets an elbow up and Matt staggers backwards. Dustin charges with a wild clothesline but Griffin ducks it and when Dustin turns around, he grabs him, tosses him up, catches him and hits a nasty powerbomb!

Mark Majors: Griffen hits the Toss Bomb! Dustin's all but a stain on the mat after than tremendous display of intense power!

Matt grabs Dustin and reels back into his corner. Lady Hawke tags herself in and climbs to the top rope. Matt gets Dustin in a flapjack position as Lady Hawke leaps off he top rope, catching Dustin with a with a famouser.

Mark Majors: That's the Talon v2! Tandem tag moves, smooth as silk! The Birds... have... turned... it... up! Cover!


One!


Two!


THREE!


Dustin kicks out at the very last second as the fans gasp.

Lady Hawke drops a leg across the throat of Dustin then pulls him up and swings him against the ropes. Ghalleon makes a blind tag and L. Hawke hits a drop kick on Dustin, but is blindsided by a huge clothesline from Ghalleon, completely flattening Lady Hawke who lands awkwardly on her neck.

Ghalleon grabs her by the her arrogantly but Lady Hawke craks back with a European uppercut which sends Ghalleon staggering back. Lady Hawke then leaps towards her corner, tagging in Matt.

Griffen grabs a staggering Ghalleon and executes a quick DDT. Dustin starts yelling at Icarus for not even attempting to get in the match, reminding him they have to work together. Icarus isn't looking happy, and finally drops off the apron again. He begins walking up the ramp as Dustin yells for him to get back to the match. Dustin drops from the apron and starts heading after Icarus, but L. Hawke jumps into the ring, runs to the far ropes, hops over Ghalleon, and leaps over the top rope nailing Dusting from behind with a suicide plancha!

Icarus laughs and keeps going, walking backwards until he bumps...

Into six foot four inches three hundred and fifty pounds of not happy T.H. Power! Icarus backs away as Power brings up the briefcase and starts forcing the champ back to the ring. Ghalleon manages to grab a distracted Griffen from behind and hit a reverse ddt!

Ghalleon blind tags Icarus in from outside the ring, and quickly slides out the other side! Icarus gets in after a berating from the ref, and lays the boots to Matt as Power walks back up the ramp. Ghalleon slowly moves around the ring, and pulls Phoenix off the apron, throwing him into the guardrail!

Dustin and L. Hawke battle on the outside, with Dustin managing to get behind her and drives her facefirst into the steel with a facebuster! Dustin moves around the ring, taking a few potshots at Phoenix, then goes under the ring and comes up with a steel chair. He slides the chair into the ring behind Icarus, then moves around to the side and slides in as Icarus drills Matt with a piledriver.

Icarus notices and picks up the steel, feeling the weight. He takes a look at Dustin, who is picking up Matt, and looks at Matt. He glances back and forth, settling on Griffen, and aims at Matt's skull.

Mark Majors: Phoenix may be about to regret making this No Disqualification!

At the last second Icarus turns and cracks Dustin! Lady Hawke kicks out Ghalleon's knee, allowing Phoenix to press drop him onto the barrier face first! Phoenix gets on the apron looking to take a tag from Matt. Icarus turns to hit Matt but Griffen boots the chair into his face! Matt gets Icarus up and hits the Claw Crush, then tags in L. Hawke. As Icarus gets up, Matt hoists him into a flapjack and Hawke brings him down with a facebuster, connecting the Talon v1!

Mark Majors: Ghalleon is sliding into the ring, Dustin is trying to get up... What's going to happen now?

Phoenix takes a tag from Lady Hawke and Section 8 buckles down. Matt and Phoenix double team Dustin with kicks and punches, grabbing him around the throat and drilling him with a double chokeslam as L. Hawke nails Ghalleon with Scarred!

Quadir: That's my girl! Shove that coochie into his face!

Phoenix sizes up Icarus, railing him with a clothesline that flips him over. Matt tosses Ghalleon out of the ring and follows, and Lady Hawke rolls out Dustin. Phoenix is wobbiling, on one knee, waving and yelling for Icarus to stand up. The crowd is on their feet as Icarus begins to rise. Phoenix moves in and ducks under, hoisting Icarus for a Phoenix Driver!

Mark Majors: Phoenix's injuries are getting the better of him!

Icarus slams his elbow into the side of Phoenix's injured head and Phoenix drops him. He shoves Phoenix into the nearest turnbuckle chest first, turns him, kicks him in the gut, and preps a powerbomb!

Icarus locks and pulls at Phoenix, but Phoenix blocks, takes a step back and heaves up, flipping Icarus over his head hard enough that Icarus actually lands his lower back onto the top turnbuckle! He starts to fall off but bumps into Phoenix, who turns, setting Icarus up backwards over his shoulders, and pulls him off the turnbuckle into a devastating Burning Hammer!

Mark Majors: That desperation body drop set the stage for the first ever reverse Phoenix Driver in his career! If I hadn't seen it for myself, I'd be at home crying!

Icarus is twitching on the mat, having just been dropped seven feet onto his neck. Phoenix is laying next to him, breathing heavily. Neither man is moving, which prompts the ten count.


One...


Two...


Three...


Quadir: God, I'll take back all the nasty things I ever said about white people if you let this match end. None of this countout crap. I mean a real end-

Icarus somehow manages to roll, ever so slightly, and gets a hand across Phoenix's chest!


One!


Two!


THREE!


Mark Majors: NO! The ref is signalling no count, Phoenix's foot is on the bottom rope!

The crowd groans, completely surprised. The Birds, Dustin, and Ghalleon are back in their corners as Icarus slowly rolls away and Phoenix tries to pull himself up via the ropes. He staggers in towards the center of the ring and so does Icarus, both ignoring their corners. Icarus hauls off and bashes Phoenix, and Phoenix replies with a haymaker of his own. The two men trade another three slow yet rough shots before Phoenix trades up, taking a page out of his idol's book, with a uppercut throat thrust!

Phoenix kicks Icarus in the gut, sets him between his legs, double underhooks, takes a breath, and heaves, flipping him over into a sick falling Tiger Driver, holding him down with a pin!


One!


Dustin gets a pissed look on his face but Ghalleon ducks into the ring and heads towards Phoenix.


Two!


Lady Hawke hops the top rope, takes a wide run, and runs towards Ghalleon, leaping over the pin and nails a shocked Ghalleon with the Stun Gun!


THREE!


Quadir: I told your a** she'd show him! Yeah!

Lowe calls for the bell and makes it official!

Mark Majors: Is it over?!? IS IT OVER!!

Phoenix falls over backwards, too weak to move. Matt comes in and untangles Icarus, pulling Phoenix into the corner where his jacket is sitting. Dustin starts to get in the ring until Matt moves back in, so taking the road less travelled, he fumes and drops off the apron, slowly walking away as Ghalleon rolls out as well.

The Birds follow them, jumping out of the ring and slowly backing them up the ramp as the PowerTron 10 lights up with an image from the production office. T.H. Power is busy yelling at some techs...

T.H. Power: Bird boy! Wake your ass up you got a replay to watch!

Phoenix rolls, pulling himself to his knees, blood trickling out of his mask from the reaggravated injury. The replay starts, showing Icarus with the chair tatooing Dustin point blank.

Mark Majors: No mistake, Icarus meant to attack him.

Phoenix yells for a mic, which Ref Lowe walks over to him. Hand shaking, he does the only thing he can...

Phoenix: ICARUS! I told you, you had to get along. You couldn't. So FINE! You are STRIPPED of the World Heavyweight Title, and as of now, FIRED! Get the HELL out of my arena!

He drops the mic outside the ring as the camera turns to watch the Birds making sure everyone leaves as the crowd hits the obligatory "Na na na nah..." chant. Another camera is on Phoenix's back, showing the ring, and that shot comes up on the PowerTron 10.

Mark Majors: That's the way to end a night right there! Un-freakin-believeable!

The crowds chant starts to drop to boos as Jace Mingla comes in from the crowd and slides into the ring right after the Birds go through the curtains. Jace grabs the chair, still lying in the ring, and targets Phoenix! He rushes in-

Mark Majors: Not more! Lord help him not more of th-

*CRACK!*

Quadir: The bird nailed him! Jace is down!

The crowd explodes, much like Phoenix did, turning and rising at the last second and catching Jace with an explosive right hand, which happens to be wrapped in his manrikigusari!

Phoenix points to the cameraman and the PowerTron, then raises his fist showing off the chain. He drops to a knee and starts pounding on Jace with his metal covered hand, busting Jace open! Jace gets his legs through, sets himself with some balance, and tosses Phoenix off of him.

Both men stand and face off, Phoenix letting the ninja chain drop and starts whipping it around, begging Mingla to move at him. Jace smirks and grabs the chair again. He moves in cautiously. Phoenix swings the manrikigusari but Jace blocks it with the chair and immediately swings away to take his head off! Phoenix ducks, whipping the weighted end of the chain back to him, then just as quickly encircling Jace's neck! He twists and locks, jerking him so hard Jace drops the chair near the ropes. He yanks and throws Jace over the top rope, locks the chain around each wrist and pulls back, trying to sit down and hang Mingla over the ropes!

Mark Majors: Phoenix is making up for lost time, trying to kill Jace for what happened earlier in the night!

As Jace struggles against the steel chain, trying to get even a gasp of air, as Phoenix's eyes betray a dark side not previously seen. Thrashing around, Jace gets a hand on the dropped chair, pulls it out and takes an errant swing, glancing Phoenix's hands. Phoenix drops one end of the chain, letting Jace fall to the ground.

Havoc and Burden finally make it onto the ramp as Jace pulls himself back into the ring with the chair, but the Birds come in from either side of the ramp as well, cutting them off and leading to a staredown. In the ring, Phoenix has dropped the chain and is standing, facing away from Jace, carrying his black steel baseball bat! Jace props himself up and readies, looking for one more chairshot. Phoenix starts to turn and brings up the bat as Jace moves in with the chair, both men swing and connect to each others skulls! Both men go down in a heap and the Birds, seeing this on the PowerTron 10, turn and run down, sliding into the ring, shortly followed by Violent Reaction.

Mark Majors: A BAH GAWD TRAINWRECK! Unbelievable! I can't believe this battle has gotten so intense, so fast! Jace Mingla is showing just how sadistic he can be, Phoenix is showing how much hell he can take!

Each team gets to their respective warrior about the same time, pulling them each to a different corner. Jace and Phoenix each stir, seeing each other across the ring, and shove their team off, forcing themselves to their feet, faces bloody, rage showing, eyes full of death. Matt throws an arm around Phoenix, holding him back as Lady Hawke grabs his bat, and Tobias and Dave each lock down one of Jace's arms, both teams professing to fight another day.

Mark Majors: We're out of time! This is all there is, Overdrive from the HPWA Arena, what an explosion!

The PowerTron shows a splitscreen, Jace Mingla on one side, Phoenix on the other, both fighting to fight some more, blood spattered everywhere. It fades to ...