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Rebellion 3/4/2018

(Allen Livingston and Sofia Clarke are seen sitting backstage with mics in hand)

Allen Livingston: We byke! Itchaboyallenlivingston.

Sofia Clarke: And it’s your girl Sofia Clarke! Rebellion is coming to you live in just a bit but we just wanted to give you a quick lil’ run down on what’s going on and what to expect going forward.

Allen Livingston: Okay so check it out… POP is byke! Blicky got the stiffy! The Poon Palace has reached Maximum capacity! The Cracked King is more than just a nickname! And the 6ix God stimulus package ain’t been working too well lately… will this continue? Find out next… on Dragon B–

Sofia Clarke: Wait what? Anyways… Rebellion coming to you live in 5…..

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(Rebellions new intro finishes as the show comes on air and the camera pans immediately to the entrance ramp)

(The lights dim and suddenly “If I Had A Heart” by Fever Ray hits to a huge mixed reaction as the Prince of Phenomenal slowly makes his way out from behind the curtain. He is looking down with his hood covering his head, he then jumps up to do his signature taunt as the lights come back on and pyro goes off simultaneously. His hood falls down off of is head revealing his determined expression as he makes his way down the ramp)

James Peters: HELLLOOOOOOOO EVERYBODY!!! Welcome to Sunday Night Rebellion!!! We are live from Alabama and we hope that the southern hospitality can rub off on some of our competitors tonight, but then again that wouldn’t make for good television now would it? Anyways.. it looks like Prince of Phenomenal will be kicking the show off tonight!

Rich Russillo: Expert analysis there…

James Peters: Fresh off of a huge win last week against one of the top men in this whole company in Maximus Grier, POP proved that he can still hang with the best and compete on that championship level…. but what’s he got to say?

(The music dies down as Prince of Phenomenal stands in the middle of the ring with a mic in hand)

Prince of Phenomenal: I’ve been back in REVOLT for a couple of weeks now just getting the feel of how things operate here, what the competition level is like, etc etc. A constant pattern I’ve began to notice is the fact that if you go out and pursue your goals that you can achieve it as long as you follow through. The only thing stopping you… is you. That makes REVOLT a land of opportunity so to speak. Often in other places I’ve found myself in other undesirable situations where well, let’s be honest…. I was the best damn thing going in that locker room and I was constantly shunned. I constantly had to wait in line, and why? Because I didn’t play their fucking game. I stayed to myself and didn’t fraternize with those who could only get ahead by circle jerking and monopolizing. I headlined the biggest event in the world AND WON, and you know how I did that? I did it by doing ME. Not by politicking, not by getting in good with someone in power, not by manufacturing an undeserved legacy…. but by producing consistent results.

Prince of Phenomenal: Somewhere down the line, I felt a shift in this business and it wasn’t a good one. I saw things going in a direction that quite frankly I wanted nothing to do with and my love for this business began to wane. I took my ball and went home and I don’t regret it. I had rather sacrificed the all time legacy that I was on my way to achieving than to have sat in the back watching things go on that I know I didn’t like. I came back hoping things would be different, I just knew that time heals all wounds and that I could rekindle an old flame and fall in love all over again. But I didn’t. I dreaded this business even more, every time I walked out to see each and everyone of you screaming fans I felt disgusted knowing that you idiots pay your hard earned money to enable an industry that ran on autopilot and destroyed the business for years.

Prince of Phenomenal: That’s why I don’t care anymore. That’s why I don’t do this shit to please the fans anymore, I realized that you’ll be spoon fed any garbage and still praise it because you’ve been trained and conditioned to be mindless sheep to the point where you don’t even know true greatness when it’s standing in front of you. A piece of trash could be standing in front of you and as long as you’re told to like it and treat it as a prestigious legendary figure, you’ll listen because you’re all hiveminded idiots who can’t think for yourself!

(The crowd intensely boos)

Prince of Phenomenal: That same mentality made you people actually think I was washed up or couldn’t hang when in reality I am still the best damn wrestler in the world. I still bust out moves that NONE of your favorite wrestlers have in their arsenal. I steal the show time and time again, not to mention I STILL capture championship gold when I put my mind to it. But it seems the only way to get some respect put on your name these days is to be in a fucking backstage clique. Until now. Until REVOLT came into play and shook this whole industry on it’s head. Now don’t get me wrong I’m not here to fraternize with anyone here either, however I do think that there are a lot less politics involved. When I heard about REVOLT and our chairman Mike Silver making his case to want to save the industry from the same bullshit I’ve been dealing with for years, I hopped on it… and now it’s time for REVOLT to back up it’s praises of being the land of opportunity because I, Prince of Phenomenal, hereby stake my claim for the MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP. Stone Murdock, I have watched you from afar and your pathetic excuse of a title reign has reached its boiling point. The pity no competition having reign is over, I’m here to collect. Consider yourself officially put on notic-

(“No One Is Untouchable” by Code Orange hits to loud boos as Stone Murdock makes his way up the ramp with the Middleweight Championship on his shoulders. He enters the ring exchanging a look with POP before being handed a mic as the music dies down)

Stone Murdock: POP… excuse me, THE POP. The man, the myth, the legend. You know when you said you were coming for a championship at REVOLT 1 I certainly thought you met the Welterweight Championship in that division you belong in with the rest of the spot monkeys. Like I said then, you aren’t a worthy competitor and you still aren’t. However, you’re starting to become a thorn on my side and you know what I do with thorns? I snap them. Your claim to fame is some shit you did six years ago and you haven’t reached anywhere near those heights since. You went from the face of a company to an afterthought in a mere year, then you became an indecisive unreliable shell, to a middle of the pack wrestler, to a nostalgia act…. yet somehow I’m supposed to take you serious as a potential contender? You’re making a grave mistake by making an enemy out of me.

Prince of Phenomenal: Just as I thought. Another one of those generic assessments of a career you never have and never will be able to come close to touching. Let’s leave out the fact that I explained my hiatus right before you came out, or the fact that I captured a championship while not even trying, or the fact that I’ve been a champion as recent as three months ago. Your narrative isn’t adding up but you know what is? Those days till I snatch that championship off of your shoulder and show you how to actually be a champion and not a placeholder.

Stone Murdock: Whoa now, nobody said you’re the contender for my championship first of all. Second of all, for all these claims about how I had no competition you sure are overlooking the fact that I won this championship by laying waste to the very man who’s put you on your ass so many times and took you out of action on the first week. Looks like Nobi was bigger competition to me than you will ever be.

Prince of Phenomenal: That’s funny, you know what’s even funnier? The fact that the only memorable thing about your match at REVOLT 1 was MY return. You waited your whole life for that one moment only for nobody to care because more important things happened right after. It’s no wonder God abandoned you, I don’t blame him I mean just look at you, you’re a disgrace of a human being and by default a disgrace of a champion. You don’t deserve whats sitting on your shoulders, you deserve to be an opening act with no direction in this company which is basically what you’d have been if I never came back to claim what’s mine. Matter of fact scratch that, let’s go even further… you don’t deserve to be in this company. You don’t deserve to stand in his very ring with me and to be honest, you should just take that depressed feeling and go ahead and off yourself and save us all the hassle of having to suffer seeing you week after week, I mean you said it yourself life sucks right? Go ahead and do us all a favor… end it.

James Peters: This man has gone too far..

Rich Russillo: My type of guy!

(Stone Murdock smirks at POP’s remarks before getting ready to talk again)

Stone Murdock: You’re so predictable that it’s cute. I’m slightly amused, I mean I’ve only been told to kill myself a million times by now but that’s besides the point. You would want me to kill myself though, because that’s the ONLY way I’m dropping this championship you hear me? You aren’t ever taking this from me, so if you want to hold another championship in your pathetic “what if” story of a career then you better switch divisions. Because this thing right here? (Stone lifts the Middleweight Championship high in the air) This thing right here is property of Stone Murdock, and it’s going to stay that way.

Prince of Phenomenal: Well where I’m from if you’re met with resistance to you trying to claim what’s yours, you turn up the heat.

James Peters: AND OUT OF NOWHERE THE PRINCE OF PHENOMENAL HITS STONE MURDOCK WITH A PELE KICK!!! STONE HAS BEEN CAUGHT BY SURPRISE AND DAZED AS POP IS FIRING AWAY WITH SHOTS AT THE CHAMP!!! HE THEN GOES ON TOP OF THE ROPE AND LUNGES RIGHT STONE WITH A SPRINGBOARD FOREARM SPLASH!!!! FINALLY KNOCKING STONE OFF OF HIS FEET!!! STONE QUICKLY ROLLS OUT OF THE RING TO RETREAT BEFORE HIGHTAILING IT OUT!

Rich Russillo: Smart move…

James Peters: POP with an EMPHATIC statement here tonight to our Middleweight Champ! Something tells me this won’t be the last time we hear from Stone Murdock regarding this matter, there will be hell to pay! I just know it!

(“If I Had A Heart” picks back up as POP stands in the middle of the ring taunting Stone, signaling for the championship as Stone looks at him enraged, grabbing his hair and clutching onto his championship. The camera fades to black)

(Commercial break)

(The camera cuts back to ringside where Ryan Ransik and Kenneth James Bradford are already in the ring waiting for their opponents.)

Peters: These athletes look ready for this four way contest!

(“Don’t Stop” by Innerpartysystem hits to boos from the audience as Christian Windgate comes out walking confidently down towards the ring.)

Bella: Introducing next now residing in Atlanta, Georgia he is “The Anointed One” CHRRRRRRRRRRISTIAN WINDGATE!!!

Russillo: This man is so arrogant and thinks he is better than absolutely everyone else. From what I have heard he has made such a poor impression backstage on most of the wrestlers.

Peters: Well now we will see if he can back it up. It sounds like this man comes from a very prestigious family so he feels like he has a lot to live up to. Hopefully he can make his family proud here tonight!

(“Badass” by Saliva hits to even more boos from the crowd as “Badass” Kevin Austin comes shoving his way through the curtain and walking quickly down towards the ring looking pissed off.)

Bella: Introducing next now residing in Los Angeles he is “Badass” KEVIN AUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTIN!!!!

Russillo: Last week Kevin Austin was defeated by the Heavyweight Champion of the World Andrei Sokolova and he does not seem pleased whatsoever!!

Peters: He sure doesn’t Rich. Let’s see if he can put that anger to good use here tonight!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Russillo: Here we go as all four men circle around each other in the ring. Kevin charging in after Christian Windgate who slides into the ropes as the referee forces Kevin off of him. Kevin backups up as Windgate paces around the ring before locking back up with Badass Kevin. Kevin tries to adjust into an armbar but Windgate catches him off guard with a headbutt and an eye rake taking Kevin down.

Peters: Meanwhile, Ryan Ransik and KJB are going at it on the other side of the ring with Ransik having taken KJB off his feet and his kicking him hard in the skull. A headlock now applied by Ransik appears to have KJB incapacitated. KJB desperately now trying to make his way to the ropes but it seems to have no effect.

Russillo: Kevin trying to get back up but Windgate has him caught from behind trying to wrestle him back down to the mat. A Rear Naked Choke applied! But Kevin weasels his way out of it as he grabs onto the ropes forcing yet another break.

Peters: Headlock still applied by Ransik on KJB as KJB fights his way up to his feet and breaks the hold. Standing Dropkick connects by KJB on Ransik! Ransik back up as KJB whips him across the ring… but a reversal by Ransik as KJB goes head first into the turnbuckle! Damn that looks like it hurt as KJB is writhing in pain on the mat.

Russillo: Windgate pulling Kevin back out into the ring away from the ropes. He bounces off the ropes… LEAPING SPLASH! THE COVER!!!

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Peters: Ryan Ransik breaks the cover!

Russillo: Windgate now caught from behind in a Sleeper Hold by Ransik after the cover has been broken as he struggles his way back up to his feet. A charging clothesline now by KJB but Badass Kevin ducks and Windgate is taken off his feet by the vicious clothesline. Windgate rolls down to the outside as Badass Kevin takes KJB off his feet with a jumping cutter out of nowhere!

Peters: Badass Kevin now stepping up to the massive Ryan Ransik who appears to have the fans behind him. These two locking up now as Ransik pushes Kevin back into the corner. Kevin ducks under sending Ransik into the corner as he begins pummelling into the gut of Ransik with right and left fists! Ransik shoves Kevin backwards… Kevin charges back in with a leaping splash into the corner!!!

Russillo: Ransik falls forwards as Kevin goes up to the top rope! It looks like he might be finishing this thing right here and right now! NO! KJB pushes Badass Kevin off the top rope and he falls to the outside! KJB now climbing up and taking him place as Ransik slowly returns to his feet…

Peters: Flying Crossbody connects! The cover by KJB on Ryan Ransik!

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2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Russillo: But here is Christian Windgate to break the cover!

Peters: Christian Windgate picks up KJB and throws him hard into the steel of the turnbuckle! KJB rolls out onto the apron holding his shoulder in pain! What impact!

Russillo: Christian Windgate now focusing his attention on Ryan Ransik as he goes for the cover!

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Peters: Ryan Ransik powers out! It looks like Windgate didn’t quite have this thing won off the move that was done by KJB. Windgate will have to do some work of his own if he wants to take home the victory! Ransik hulking up now onto his feet but is immediately taken down by a Superkick from Windgate!

Russillo: Windgate appears a little groggy now as he backs up towards the ropes and notices KJB on the apron. Windgate running across the ropes and back as he kicks KJB to the outside with a Baseball Slide as KJB is sent right into Badass Kevin who had just been regaining his footing! Windgate now left alone with Ryan Ransik who is out as he looks around and decides to go for it! Windgate picks up Ransik and then immediately drops him with the Midas Touch! What power from that lariat! The cover!

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2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Peters: Ransik somehow kicks out yet again! Windgate now pulling himself back up… Wait it’s Badass Kevin on the apron! Badass Kevin springboarding into the ring as he takes down Windgate with a Flying Clothesline! Badass Kevin rolling now and Ransik is coming back up to his feet… Kevin now ducking under Ransik as he lifts up the big man over his shoulders with all his strength…

Russillo: STRAIGHT TO THE BANK CONNECTS!!! RYAN RANSIK HAS DONE IT!!! THE COVER!!

Peters: NO WAIT CHRISTIAN WINGATE IS UP AND GRABS KEVIN FROM BEHIND BY THE HAIR AND TOSSES HIM OVER THE ROPES TO THE OUTSIDE! KEVIN LANDING HARD ON HIS BACK ON THE OUTSIDE!

Russillo: Windgate now stealing the cover! He’s covering Ryan Ransik!

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(DING! DING! DING!)

Bella Braxton: Here is your winner… CHRRRRRRRRRRISTIAN WINDGATE!!!!!

(“Don’t Stop” by Innerpartysystem hits as the referee raises up Christian Windgate’s hand.)

Peters: Christian Windgate stealing the victory there off of Badass Kevin’s own move! What a sneaky man!

(Badass Kevin and KJB both on the outside are now realizing what happened as they look displeased with the result of the match.)

Russillo: Windgate saw an opportunity and he took it. That’s what led to him pulling out this victory here tonight although I wouldn’t blame Kevin or KJB if they feel they weren’t necessarily defeated by the better man here tonight.

Peters: These fans definitely don’t think so as they are booing the arrogant Christian Windgate out of the arena!

(The camera cuts to a hype advertisement for REVOLT 2.)

(Rebellion resumes as ‘Jerusalem” by Emerson, Lake & Palmer hits to loud boos as Reginald Dampshaw III makes his way up the ramp with a robe on, holding the same bloodied sceptre he used to attack the WSJ with last week as Critchton Merriweather follows closely behind)

James Peters: And here comes a man who has quite frankly been way out of his element as of late in all facets. His personality disorder has been ever so prevalent and the loss to Hurricane Hawk has only heightened these problems, now he acts like a complete psycho!

Rich Russillo: A mad man! But it’s called being passionate James, you wouldn’t know about that now would you?

(Dampshaw and Critchton enter the ring as the music dies down and Critchton grabs a mic to speak. Dampshaw stand behind him with his hands behind his back and his eyes closed)

Critchton Merriweather: Last week my master had the pleasure of disciplining two men who have cost us dearly. Two men who have single handedly changed the course of my masters promising career, and in return they got theirs ended. My master suffered a slight setback at REVOLT 1 in the loss to Hurricane Hawk, but tonight he looks to move forward and continue his quest to be the champion he deserves to be. Last week was the beginning of a new journey, a new path, and now… our king is ready to reclaim his throne.

Critchton Merriweather: We severely overestimated the intelligence of you americans. We underestimated your incompetence and failure to properly follow protocol, but we now know that’s what to expect from a place who knows nothing about royalty. Where we from, we have strong leaders like the Dampshaw family, you people look to Donald Trump as your leader, and it shows. Master Reginald and I gave these two men clear and concise instructions on not interfering in his championship match and they failed to comply. Therefore, they committed treason. In committing treason you subject yourself to the severe consequences that come with such heinous acts, last week was an example of what happens when you cross the Dampshaw family. From here on out we shall keep our business in house, no longer reaching out to outsiders throwing them a bone when all they want to do is increase their income while not adhering to the morals and values placed upon them. The Chamber is no longer, if you are not a member of Master Reginald’s bloodline then quite simply you are rendered the enemy.

Critchton Merriweather: Which brings me to my next point. Now that we have the Wall Street Journal out of the way we’d like to address more important manners, like the man who caused all of this… Hurricane Hawk. Hawk, I hope you got our message last week because we are not through with you, everything you put us through will be reciprocated tenfold in abundance. You caused my master to crack, to flip, to channel an inner demon inside of himself that had not been touched in a very long time. You made us lose everything, and for that…. YOU WILL PAY. This war is far from over good sir, you may have found a new companionship in the woman with red hair but I greatly assure you that your happiness will expire soon. Right alongside your championship reign. My master is utter and completely embarrassed to have lost to a scum of the earth lowly competitor like yourself. A glorified shell getting by off of cheap nostalgia thrills such as the stunt you pulled by uniting with the sister of an ex-mate. How can you teach the woman how to become a champion when it took you six years to become one again and you had it handed to you by the Wall Street Journal? But I digress, just understand that very soon Master Reginald will be coming for his rematch, and when he does you bett–

(“Paradise” by Big Sean hits to a huge pop as Malcolm Jones comes out with a huge smile on his face. He’s wearing sunglasses, a huge diamond flooded cuban link chain, and his white and gold ring attire as he enters the ring)

Malcolm Jones: iight so I already know the drill, we played the game before and you gonna pull the whole “Master Reginald doesn’t associate with your kind” thing while I verbally abuse him till “The Cracked King” actually cracks. So let’s just get it out of the way shall we?

Critchton Merriweather: Master Reginald does not want to ta–

(Malcolm Jones snatches the mic from Critchton Merriweather and throws it out of the ring.)

Malcolm Jones: Your time to talk is over oldhead. Besides, the only Critch I acknowledge is Jay Critch. Hayyyyy.

(Malcolm Jones aggressively pushes Critchton out of the way as he goes falling onto the floor, Malcolm gets right into the face of Dampshaw who still refuses to look in his direction or acknowledge him)

Malcolm Jones: I’m all up in your face Mr. Cracked King, what you gonna do about it? Oh that’s right, nothing cuz you’s a BITCH. A cold fucking bozo. I ain’t even come out to get your acknowledgement but as long as you hear these words I’m bout to speak to you loud and clear then that’s all that matters. I ain’t here to poly with you for long but ima tell you what it is going forward for the Light Heavyweight division and you can either get down or lay down. The nerve of you running around here acting like you own the fucking place when you can’t even keep your Wall Street Journal hoes in check. Then you fail to win the title you damn near tried to hand yourself and you wanna turn into a maniac. You must be sniffing that good royal coke, now I know why you call yourself the “cracked” king ;). You cracked alright… cracked the fuck out.

(The crowd laughs as Dampshaw still shows no emotion, keeping his composure of not acknowledging MJ)

Malcolm Jones: Now let’s lay down some laws going forward okay? Okay. First of all, you had your shot and you failed, so now it’s back of the line for you. Your two flunkies, the same men who you had COST me an opportunity to face you for that championship are not the ones to blame for your failures, YOU’RE the one to blame. You had them run up and cost me the match and it worked, then you tried the same thing against Hawk and it backfired, I love karma. So what you can do in the interim while I go compete for the championship that I rightfully deserve, is you can take your snobby, boujee, fake king fools gold having ass the fuck up outta here and let the real ones prosper. You can either oblige to these demands, or just like your boy Bitchton laying on the floor right there, you can join him.

(Reginald Dampshaw doesn’t budge)

Malcolm Jones: When you dickeat, do you still do the pinky up thing?

(Reginald Dampshaw sill doesn’t budge)

Rich Russillo: Oh great, now he’s resorting to childish insults to try to get his attention!

Malcolm Jones: What if I told you that your whole family ain’t shit and that the real kings and queens come from Africa?

(Reginald Dampshaw still doesn’t budge)

Malcolm Jones: That includes your piece of shit dead ancestors who are rotting in hell–

James Peters: DAMPSHAW’S HAD ENOUGH!!!! HE FINALLY CRACKS AS HE BEGINS SWINGING AT MJ HITTING HIM WITH BLOWS!!! MJ IS DAZED AS DAMPSHAW NOW GOES FOR A CLOTHESLINE TO KNOCK HIM RIGHT OFF OF HIS FEET!!! ……BUT WAIT!!! MJ DUCKS THE CLOTHESLINE AND NOW HE’S ON THE OFFENSIVE… SHOT AFTER SHOTS TO THE SKULL OF DAMPSHAW AND NOW THESE MEN ARE IN AN ALL OUT BRAWL!!!! SOMEBODY GET THE SECURITY!!!

(Security comes running up the ramp to separate the two men as Dampshaw looks on with a psychotic and enraged look on his face, MJ looks on with a smirk as the two men are being held to their respective corners. Eventually they manage to get Dampshaw and Critchton out of the ring and up the ramp.)

(“Paradise” by Big Sean picks back up as MJ looks on from the ring waving at Dampshaw and Critchton)

(Commercial break)

(Rebellion comes back on air as “Jerusalem” by Emerson, Lake & Palmer plays through the speakers to loud boos as Reginald makes his way back out after the altercation moments ago, walking slowly and seemingly somberly. He then looks up and screams at the ceiling before running up and screaming at the fan. He then climbs the steps, laughing like a maniac.)

Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! Introducing first, from Ryde, Isle of Wight, England! Weighing in at 225 POOUNDSSS!!!!!…….HE IS “THE CRACKED KING” REEEGINNAAALLLD DDAAAMMMPPSHAAAWWW THHEEE THIIIIIIIRRRRRDDDDD!!!!!

James Peters: Well, it looks like Reginald Dampshaw decided to go forward with this match despite his altercation with MJ, he looks pretty damn flustered if you ask me… but then again this might be normal behavior for him at this point. Ever since REVOLT 1 after he was defeated by Hurricane Hawk, he just hasn’t been the same. He savagely took The Wall Street Journal out of commission last week and now he’s just here by himself, a man hellbent on making Hawk pay! But if he wants to be able to do that, he’s going to have to go through the roadblock that is VIP!

(“9” by Drake blasts through the speakers as VIP walks out, toothpick in his mouth as he snarkily grins before sliding into the ring, spreading his arms wide. He scoffs at Reginald as the fans give off a mixed reaction.)

Bella Braxton: AND HIS OPPONENT! From Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 280 POOUNDSS!!!!…..HE IS “THE 6IX GOD” VVEEEEEE!! IIIII!!!!! PPPEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Rich Russillo: Last week VIP suffered a loss at the hands of a very aggressive Shackleford. Honestly, his chances here tonight don’t look much better but I suppose he can try his best.

(DING! DING! DING!)

James Peters: The bell has rung which means that this match has officially begun, and it’s VIP versus Reginald Dampshaw III! The two circling each other in the ring before meeting in the middle with a collar and elbow tie-up! VIP being the Heavyweight that he is has a strength advantage as he pushes Dampshaw into a side headlock! He grounds him! Dampshaw’s trying to escape but VIP is adding insult to injury as he rubs his elbow against the skull of Dampshaw, clearly wanting to dish out as much damage in this position as he can! He has him trapped and grounded in that headlock and it seems there’s not much he can do! Dampshaw though now fighting as he grabs those arms and slowly begins to rise to his feet…..elbow to the abdomen of VIP! Another! Another! A fourth elbow and VIP grabs his chest in pain, reeling back into the ropes…..AND HERE COMES DAMPSHAW! A CLOTHESLINE SENDING BOTH HIM AND VIP TUMBLING OVER THE TOP ROPE AND WE HAVE MOVED THIS BATTLE TO RINGSIDE! VIP and Dampshaw both landing pretty hard onto the outside mat but it’s Dampshaw who gets up first, grabbing VIP by his hair AND SLAMMING HIS HEAD INTO THE BARRICADE RIGHT IN FRONT OF THOSE FANS! HE SHOOTS UP IN PAIN FROM THAT ONE!

James Peters: Reginald does not finish his assault as he grabs VIP once more….hooking the arms….OH MY GOD! DAMPSHAW WITH A VERTICAL SUPLEX ONTO THE OUTSIDE AND VIP IS IN COMPLETE AGONY! THIS IS A MUCH MORE BRUTAL AND VICIOUS DAMPSHAW THAT WE’RE SEEING TONIGHT, HE DOES NOT WANT TO PLAY GAMES! He clearly still has chip on his shoulder after REVOLT 1 and tonight he’s venting even more on the unfortunate soul that is VIP who for the second week in a row is dealing with an angry man. VIP grabbing his spine in clear pain but Reginald doesn’t care as he grabs VIP and lifts him back up to a vertical base once more! AND DAMN! HE SLAMS VIP’S HEAD INTO THE POST AND HE IS BARELY ABLE TO STAND AFTER THAT ONE! I….I THINK HE’S BLEEDING FROM HIS FOREHEAD AFTER THAT! WOW! REGINALD DAMPSHAW III JUST BUSTED VIP OPEN FROM SLAMMING HIS HEAD INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!

Rich Russillo: Oh boy……you don’t wanna mess with that man. :krabs:

James Peters: INDEED! Dampshaw is in a haze of fire and fury and tonight he’s taking it all out on VIP! He sends him down rolling back into the ring, and lifts him up once more! Look at how limp Vince Price is, he can barely move! This is bad, this is real bad for VIP! He must escape from this if he wants any chance of victory. Reginald places VIP sitting on the top rope in a precarious position……DAMPSHAW IS LOOKING FOR THE ISLE OF PLIGHT! HE IS LOOKING FOR THE SUPER GERMAN SUPLEX FROM THE TOP ROPE, THE AVALANCHE GERMAN AND VIP NOW WOKEN BEGINS TO ELBOW DAMPSHAW! ANOTHER ELBOW! A THIRD! A FOURTH! A FIFTH AND DAMPSHAW DROPS BACK DOWN TO THE MAT! Dampshaw lands back down onto the ring as VIP slowly gets up, AND HE’S PERCHED! VIP MIGHT BE READY AS A STUNNED DAMPSHAW TURNS AROUND! HOW?! HE’S A HEAVYWEIGHT, WE RARELY SEE HEAVYWEIGHTS ON THE TOP ROPE! VIP LEAPS FROM THE TOP! ELBOW DROP TO A STANDING DAMPSHAW CONNECTS AND HE IS SENT DOWN! VIP finally getting some offense in this match as he spreads his arms wide as the fans greet him with a warm reaction! He uses the cutthroat signal, signalling for the end for Dampshaw! He places Dampshaw between his legs……AND LIFTS HIM UP! OH MY! VIP HAS THE GROGGY DAMPSHAW IN POSITION FOR THE VERY IMPORTANT POWERBOMB! HERE WE GOOO!!!

James Peters: BUT DAMPSHAW SLIPS OUT FROM BEHIND! He escapes VIP’S grasp and turns around TO QUICKLY GRAB VIP BY THE HEAD AND TORQUING HIS NECK BACK! HE THEN HOOKS THE LEGS! OH MY! DAMPSHAW HAS IT LOCKED IN! CRACKING THE THRONE! CRACKING THE THRONE! THE DRAGON SLEEPER IS LOCKED IN ON VIP AND HE HAS NOWHERE TO GO! OHH!! AND TO ADD EVEN MORE INSULT TO INJURY HERE’S DAMPSHAW WITH VICIOUS, VICIOUS AND BRUTAL ELBOW SHOTS TO THE DOME OF VIP! THE BLOOD IS FLOWING EVEN MORE WITH EACH STRIKE, OPENING AND DEEPENING THAT CUT FROM EARLIER! HE HAS NOWHERE TO GO! I….I DON’T THINK VIP IS EVEN CONSCIOUS! HE’S GONE LIMP! VIP IS KNOCKED OUT COLD! THE REFEREE SEES THIS! HE’S OUT!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(“Jerusalem” by Emerson, Lake & Palmer plays as Reginald stands up, telling the referee to back up before stepping outside of the ring in quick haste as VIP is unmoving on the mat, blood still flowing.)

Bella Braxton: AND HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY KNOCKOUT…..REEGINAALLD DAAAMPPSHAAAWWW THHEEE THIIIIRRRRDD!!!

Rich Russillo: Well….that was sound, dominant, and impressive! Dampshaw picks up the victory here tonight by way of knockout, and honestly that was one of the most vicious endings I’ve seen in a while! VIP’s blood is still flowing out onto the ring…yikes.

James Peters: Wow. That was one of the most brutal endings to a match I’ve seen in a while, Dampshaw did not want to play games tonight and VIP just couldn’t match up against him! Bad luck for VIP, I just pray he’ll be alright after what Dampshaw did to him. He’s getting up now but he’s on wobbly feet and being helped to the back after that vicious beating.

(Camera transitions to backstage with Shackleford walking down the hallway as he is suddenly stopped by Sofia Clarke)

Sofia Clarke: Shackleford! Shackleford! Mind if I stop you for a few questions?

Shackleford: Yes I’m single, what’s it to ya?

Sofia Clarke: Ummmm, I was actually going to ask about your time here in REVOLT.

Shackleford: No I don’t mind allocating more time to you even if it means less time focusing on REVOLT.

Sofia Clarke: What are you talk– you know what.. just, ugh… alright listen. Two weeks back at REVOLT 1 you failed to capture the heavyweight championship and have seemingly been moved to the back of the line, how will you move going forward in order to put yourself back in the title hunt?

Shackleford: Who says I’m moved to the back of the line? I certainly haven’t heard it from any of the blokes in the back. What Shack Daddy wants, Shack Daddy gets, and I might not be in that number one contenders match coming up but you better believe that I still have my sights set on championship go– what in the bloody hell?

(Shackleford notices Sofia Clarke no longer paying attention to him as a large crowd of media begin making their way down the hall, following the loud and brash RJ Skilled around who’s hyping up his sons upcoming match, Sofia leaves Shackleford to try to get questions out of RJ instead.)

RJ Skilled: One at a time y’all! A brotha gotta get to the curtain to see his boy so y’all gonna have to hurry up!

Media Person #1: RJ, how do you feel are your sons chances going into this match?

RJ Skilled: Boi if you don’t get! What do YOU think? Have I ever steered you wrong? No, so why would I start now.. I KNOW what we bout to go out there and do, we bout to dominate! We bout to make noise and we bout to get that W!

Media Person #2: What is your opinion on his opponent, The Revenant?

RJ Skilled: He ain’t nothing but another bowling pin we bout to knock down, no different than the rest of them pasty white boys in the back! Aye, I tell you what…. take a look at my boy then take a look at him and tell me if you think he stand a chance. Exactly! Boy one eatless day away from dying of starvation! Get that man a sandwich!

Sofia Clarke: RJ! I know we haven’t gotten off on the right foot but I just wanted to apologize for the other week and wish you and your son luck toni–

RJ Skilled: Why you women always gotta make it about y’all selves? Goddamn! Don’t hop on the Skilled train now, you said I was a bad father who didn’t raise my son right and tried to speak failure into our lives. Go THAT way! Stay in yo lane!

(Shackleford overhears and barges through the sea of media analysts to confront RJ)

Shackleford: Really Sofia, this buffoon is who you left me to go interview? Looks to me like this clown needs a lesson in respect.

RJ Skilled: Listen Shackleford I know I’m an old man myself but you DAMN sure ain’t young, I prolly don’t even gotta call my son out to handle my light work on this one. If I know I could have beaten a prime CM Banks and Mr. DEDEDE, then I DAMN sure know I could beat the shell of a man who was a proverbial jobber in their era! Cac please.

(Shackleford tries to get closer to RJ to attack him but the media guys hold him back as RJ laughs and makes his way up the hall to get to the curtain and meet his son)

(”Fly Away” by Lil Wayne plays as an inflated tunnel has been placed on the stage for Jason Skilled to burst out of. He has a team by his side and a T-Shirt promoting his latest merch line along with all of his endorsements patched onto his tights and wrestling gear. By his side is R.J. Skilled with a microphone in his hand talking trash and acting foolish, arguing with fans, cat-calling ladies in the crowd and hyping up his son.)

Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by RJ Skilled! From Baltimore, Maryland! Weighing in at 245 POOUNDSS!!!!!…..HE IS “THE MARQUEE” JAAAAASSOOOOOONNNNNN SKIIIIIILLLEEEEEEDDDD!!!!

James Peters: AND HERE COMES JASON SKILLED, EVERYBODY! One of the top prospects that REVOLT has signed up to this point, tonight Skilled will be truly showing his skills in a match that promises to be the perfect example of Heavyweight action here in REVOLT!

RJ Skilled: IT’S YOUR BOY RIGHT HERE, ALABAMA! JASON SKILLED IS IN DA HOUSE TONIGHT AND HE’S ‘BOUT TO WHIP THIS DEAD MOTHAFUCKA INTO ANOTHER REALITY!

Rich Russillo: Of course, you can’t forget his clearly hyped-up dad who cheers on his son in always the most batshit crazy ways.

(The lights dim as “For Whom The Bell Tolls” by Metallica plays as The Revenant walks out, accompanied by several security guards, armed in patrol gear. They line up at the entrance as he walks out. As he head to the ring, the security watches the entrance tunnel.)

Bella Braxton: AND HIS OPPONENT! From Chicago, Illinois! Weighing in at 245 POOUNDSS!!!!…….HE IS “THE STORMKILLER” THHEEEE REEEEVEEENNNAAAANNNT!!!!

Rich Russillo: The foul-mouthed and certainly bitter MMA fighter here tonight coming to beat the shit out of someone, I’m guessing. He looks ready and heated to face Skilled tonight but isn’t that the way The Revenant is with every opponent? He’s looking to be in perfect shape and he’s gotta be confident, especially after his upset victory over Scott Diamond at REVOLT 1.

(DING! DING! DING!)

James Peters: The bell has rung which means that this match is officially underway! We can see Jason’s father, RJ Skilled in his corner as he continues to shout obscenities in the way of Revenant! I won’t repeat those words but you can definitely hear them and we can see Revenant and Jason Skilled slowly approaching each other! They meet each other in the middle, tying up with a collar and elbow tie-up! Both men vying for the better control in this situation but neither man is flinching, they’re approximately the same weight and it appears that neither man wants to relent! I almost feel like we’re going to be seeing a college amateur wrestling fight as these two men attempt to look for openings…..and it’s Jason Skilled who grabs the leg of The Revenant! He pushes him down for a leg sweep then leaps on top of his opponent, but Revenant with the quickness as he traps Skilled in a full guard!

Rich Russillo: I thought this was pro-wrestling, not MMA. The fuck?

James Peters: Well, what’d you expect? Both men come from an amateur wrestling background with Skilled being an accomplished college athlete and Revenant being a former MMA fighter, and now we can see that Skilled is trying to escape but he has that full guard locked in tight! Jason however using his elbows and pushing those legs down….and now he passes the guard and attempts to grab Revenant in the side control! But Revenant moves into the sprawl, not allowing Skilled to gain the advantage as they both slowly rise to their feet, and Skilled now has Revenant trapped in a headlock! But Revenant using his wherewithal as he pushes Skilled into the ropes as he bounces off them and comes back from the parallel ropes! SHOULDER BLOCK BY SKILLED! BUT THE REVENANT IS STILL STANDING LIKE A SKYSCRAPER! And The Revenant is goading Jason to come in for one more time, which Skilled bliges! A SECOND SHOULDER BLOCK AND THIS TIME THE REVENANT IS SENT BACK……BUT THEN HE COMES BACK USING THE MOMENTUM WITH A SHOULDER BLOCK OF HIS OWN! BUT THEN THAT SHOULDER BLOCK GIVES SKILLED MOMENTUM FOR ANOTHER SHOULDER BLOCK! BACK TO REV! SKILLED! REVENANT! SKILLED! REVENANT! SKILLED! THESE TWO GOING BACK AND FORTH LIKE A PENDULUM WITH THESE SHOULDER BLOCKS AND NEITHER MAN HAS GONE DOWN YET! These two are brutes in the ring and I don’t see any of them looking to go back down now! SKILLED FIRES OFF WITH A SPINNING BACKFIST! REVENANT BLOCKS IT! He blocks the fist, trapping the arm……AND HE PULLS SKILLED IN! CLOTHESLINE BY THE REVENANT AND JASON IS FINALLY SENT DOWN! HE LEAPS QUICKLY FOR THE PIN!

Referee: ONEEEE!!!!

Rich Russillo: Kick out! A stiff clothesline but it won’t be enough yet.

James Peters: The Revenant looking almost frustrated that Skilled was able to kick out from that but it doesn’t matter as he stands up and looks to finish him off quickly! He stands on top of Skilled then drops down…..AND THE REVENANT BEGINNING TO USE HIS ELBOWS AND FOREARMS STRAIGHT INTO THE SKULL OF SKILLED! GROUND-AND-POUND BY THE REVENANT BUT SKILLED QUICKLY SHIFTING HIS WEIGHT AS HE ARCHES HIS BACK AND ROLLS BACKWARDS TO ESCAPE! Quick thinking by Skilled saved him as they both rise back to their feet! EUROPEAN UPPERCUT BY SKILLED! That forearm brushing up against the underside of Revenant’s head, knocking him for a loop as Skilled grabs him and irish whips him into the other corner! Skilled runs off to the opposite corner and charges to the dazed Revenant! RUNNING CLOTHESLINE BY SKILLED SANDWICHING THE REVENANT AND HE FALLS DOWN ONTO HIS KNEES, GRABBING THE ROPES AND TRYING TO GET TO THE APRON! But Skilled is right there behind the groggy Revenant, gripping the top rope! OH MY! HE LEAPS FOR THE SLINGSHOT LEG DROP OVER THE TOP ROPE AND ONTO THE HEAD OF THE REVENANT – HE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! THE REVENANT ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AND SKILLED LANDS BADLY ON THE UNDERSIDE OF HIS HIP! YIKES! THAT’S NO GOOD!

Rich Russillo: I’m liking this back and forth competition. Neither man is overpowered or underpowered in this case.

James Peters: I agree! Skilled now grabbing his leg and having a pained expression on his face as his dad RJ rushes to help him, telling him to get back up! Revenant now on his knees in the ring, slowly rising to his feet using the ropes to help him as leverage, and now he sees the Jason Skilled who’s slowly recovered! Revenant steps out from outside the ring…..HERE HE COMES! OH MY GOD! THE COMBAT SPEAR BY THE REVENANT! NO! SKILLED GRABS REVENANT AS HE WAS CHARGING AND LIFTS HIM UP! OH MY GOD! THE ONE AND DONE CONNECTS ON THE OUTSIDE! THE POP-UP SITOUT POWERBOMB CONNECTS AS REVENANT CRASHES AND BURNS FROM HIS OWN MOVE! WOW! Skilled with some great awareness as he used The Revenant’s own momentum against him by connecting with the One and Done to stop him in his tracks! Revenant looking to charge into Skilled and wasn’t prepared, and so he paid the price! Skilled saw it as his chance to strike, and so he did! He grabs Revenant by the hair and rolls him back into the ring after that! HE HOOKS THE LEG! WILL THIS BE IT?!

Referee: ONEEEEE!!!!!……TWOOOOOO!!!!!!

James Peters: NO!!! THE REVENANT KICKS OUT FROM THAT ONE AND DONE ON THE OUTSIDE AND BOTH JASON AND HIS FATHER ARE IN COMPLETE SHOCK! JASON THOUGHT HE WOULD GET THE VICTORY RIGHT THERE BUT I THINK THE TIME SPENT TO PICK HIM UP FROM THAT MOVE AND ROLL HIM BACK IN THE RING PROVIDED ENOUGH TIME FOR REVENANT TO RECOVER AND KICK OUT! Skilled and RJ are in absolute disbelief, they did not expect The Revenant to be still kicking and breathing but he is and there isn’t a thing they can do to change that! RJ now on the outside SCREAMING at his son to finish Revenant off, which Jason follows! He grabs Revenant and slowly lifts him back up to a vertical base……HE PUTS HIM BETWEEN HIS LEGS! IF SKILLED COMPLETES THIS MOVE HE’LL CONNECT WITH THE TAKEOVER TO END REVENANT! BUT WAIT! WHO THE HELL – OH MY GOD! IT’S SHACKLEFORD! SHACKLEFORD IS WALKING DOWN TO THE RING ON THE RAMP AND JASON AND RJ SEE THIS! RJ IS THE FIRST TO COME UP AND TALK TO SHACKLEFORD! WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?

Rich Russillo: I have no idea but this looks fun!

James Peters: RJ GETTING IN THE FACE OF SHACKLEFORD! OH MY! THIS MIGHT GET UGLY!

RJ Skilled: THE HELL YOU DOING? THIS IS MY SON’S MATCH, JASON SKILLED IS ABOUT TO WIN! FUCK OUTTA HERE! IF YOU DON’T GET OUT I WILL WHOOP YOUR ASS! I MAY BE OLD BUT I STILL HAVE FIGHT!

Shackleford: GET OUT OF MY WAY!

James Peters: THESE TWO ARGUING ON THE OUTSIDE AND JASON SKILLED SEES THIS AND HE ATTEMPTS TO DEFUSE THE SITUATION! These two were arguing and it seems to have gotten a little more violent this time around as earlier in the night RJ and Shackleford met and had a bit of a disagreement! Jason drops The Revenant and looks to talk some sense into RJ and Shackleford, telling them to stop fighting! WAIT! OH MY GOD! THE REVENANT FROM BEHIND! THE REVENANT FROM BEHIND GRABS SKILLED AND PINS HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS WITH A SCHOOLBOY PIN! OH MY GOD! NO WAY! NOT LIKE THIS!

Referee: ONEEEE!!!!!……TWOOOOO!!!!!……THREEEEEEEE!!!!

(“For Whom The Bell Tolls” by Metallica plays to loud boos as The Revenant quickly rolls out of the ring and escapes Skilled’s grasps as he tries to reach for him. RJ finally notices that his son has lost and has his hands in his head, clearly in shock while Shackleford looks on with a smile.)

Bella Braxton: AND HERE IS YOUR WINNER……..THEEEEE REVEEENNNNAAAANNNNNNTTTT!!!!!!!

James Peters: WHAT THE –

Rich Russillo: HAH! HAHAHAHAHA! THE REVENANT SNEAKILY GETS THE VICTORY IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE!

James Peters: BEST?! ARE YOU HIGH?

Rich Russillo: NO, NOT AT ALL! HAH! All he did was simply take advantage of the disastrous situation at hand and he obtained the victory! That’s all that matters in the end, and while it was back and forth, in the end it was Revenant who used his brain and picked it up to overcome the odds. You can see his smug look as Jason and RJ look on with absolute contempt! WOW!

James Peters: Well, as much as I may dislike the outcome in the end it was a good back and forth contest with a victory that took quite a lot of people, including me surprised. RJ and Shackleford appear to have some issues that will need to be sorted out to make sure that this doesn’t get out of hand!

(Commercial break)

(Rebellion resumes as Talib Bari is seen backstage in his office as a knock is heard on his door)

Talib Bari: Come in!

(Layla Lockhart slowly walks in, gazing around the office as she nervously approaches Talib’s desk)

Talib Bari: Wassup, how can I help you?

Layla Lockhart: Well you see… I’m kind of in a sticky situation you see, my sister Malice has vanished since losing to Lexi Sheckler and I honestly don’t know what purpose I serve here anymore.

Talib Bari: Whoa whoa whoa, calm down there. I know your sister was everything to you and you stuck by her side despite different “ideals”, but this is a great opportunity for you!

Layla Lockhart: Excuse me?

Talib Bari: This is your chance to shine ma! You have a prime opportunity to step out from the shadows and make a name for yourself. Just think about it, Malice wouldn’t want you to mope around, or take your ball and go home… she’d want you to go hard in her honor!

Layla Lockhart: You might have a point there, but what am I supposed to do?

Talib Bari: Fighting is in your blood, I KNOW you got it in you to do great things here in REVOLT. Just looking at you I can see the dollar signs, that’s why I wanna sign you to your own exclusive contract.

Layla Lockhart: This is a lot to suddenly take in I just wanted to talk about my sis–

Talib Bari: Listen, I’m not a marketing genius by accident, you put your faith in me and I can guarantee you that it will pay off, so what do you say?

Layla Lockhart: Alright fine, I think I can do this…

Talib Bari: No, you KNOW you can do this.

(Talib Bari hands her a contract as she looks over it and signs it. The two shake hands as the camera fades to black and then transitions back to the ring)

(Bella Braxton is shown standing in the middle of the ring with a mic in hand)

Bella Braxton: The following match is scheduled for ONE fall and is a Champion vs. Champion exhibiton match!

 

Bella Braxton: Introducing first, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 215 pounds… HE IS THE MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPION … STONEEEEEE MURDOCKKKKK!!!!

(“No One is Untouchable” blares over the arena speakers as Stone Murdock saunters down to the ring, not in any rush as he surveys the booing crowd, seeming to delight in their anger toward him)

Peters: You would think Stone would be a little less confident after what occurred earlier tonight with POP.

Russillo: He’s showing POP he can’t be knocked off his game. That’s what that expression means.

(Stone’s music fades out as it cuts into “goosebumps” by Travis Scott to the delight of a significant portion of the crowd, the lights dim down so only the stage is visible as the song begins to build up.

Andrei Sokolova walks out onto the lit stage, he stares around at the crowd with a confident, but initially reserved expression on his face before a small smirk begins to form on the face of the man known as the “Agent of Chaos”. After a long buildup, and at 44 seconds, the song kicks in and Andrei roars loudly to the crowd as the lights fully come back on around the arena. Andrei walks to the left side of the stage and raises his arms out emphatically to the crowd. He hoists his REVOLT Heavyweight Championship before putting it in the ringkeeper’s area and entering the ring, Stone eyeballing him every step of the way)

Braxton: And his opponent… From Doncaster, England, weighing in at 245 pounds, he is REVOLT’s HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONNNN… “THE AGENT OF CHAOS” … ANDREIII SOKOLOVAAA!!!!

Peters: Sokolova’s got the crowd pumped. Not everybody loves him, but everybody loves to watch him! This guy goes out there and he fights with the zeal of a true competitor. No wasted movements. That’s why he’s Heavyweight Champion.

Russillo: Let’s not forget about Murdock’s status as Middleweight Champion. Hopefully POP didn’t throw him too far off his game, I’m looking for a classic!

(Ding! Ding! Ding!)

Peters: This champion vs champion match between Andrei Sokolova and Stone Murdock is underway! The two men waste no time entering a hockey fight, which I’m not so sure is such a good idea given the recent physical encounter between Murdock and Prince of Phenomenal, and out of the gate Sokolova is pummeling Murdock, connecting with a flurry of uncontested fists to the midsection of Murdock, sneaking some closed-fist punches in along the way that go undetected by the referee in the heat of battle! Sokolova backs Murdock into the corner and up against the turnbuckles, connecting with a serious of knees to the midsection as he has Sokolova pinned up against them…

Russillo: Sokolova really has Murdock in no man’s land. Something doesn’t look right with Murdock. He looks out of sorts after rubbing shoulders with POP earlier on tonight!

Peters: You could say that. Murdock lurches forward but Sokolova has him in position from behind, and he connects with a spin-out powerbomb! Sokolova hooks the leg for a cover!

Ref: ONEEEEEEE!!!!!!… TWOOOO!!!!..

Peters: But a kickout from Stone Murdock! Sokolova doesn’t waste any time forcing Murdock back to his feet, but Murdock immediately with a dropkick as Sokolova takes him up! Bad move by Sokolova to force him to his feet, and now Murdock is up, but a little dazed after the spin-out powerbomb, and Stone charges forward to find Sokolova with a shoot-style kick to the leg! Sokolova screams in agony for a brief moment, and now Stone Murdock with a Snap Suplex – and you could just HEAR the THUD as Sokolova landed back-first against the mat! BUT MURDOCK HAS SOKOLOVA STILL IN POSITION, TAKING HIM UP ONCE MORE WITH HIS ARM WRENCHED OVER THE HEAD OF SOKOLVA, AND HE HOISTS HIM UP – BUT SOKOLOVA FINDS HIS FOOTING, GETTING BACK TO A VERTICAL BASE AND BEHIND STONE MURDOCK AS HE TURNS AROUND … AND SOKOLOVA WITH THE CHAOS CONTROL! HE WRENCHES MURDOCK IN AND FLATTENS MURDOCK WITH THAT ROLLING CUTTER HE CALLS CHAOS CONTROL! SOKOLOVA HOOKS THE LEG FOR THE COVER!

Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!… TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!… THRREEEEEEEEE!!!!

(Ding! Ding! Ding!)

(Arena speakers cut into the middle of “Goosebumps” by Travis Scott as Andrei Sokolova’s arm is raised victoriously by the referee. Murdock remains laid out in the ring)

Bella Braxton: The winner of this match by pinfall… ANDREIIIIIII SOKOLOVAAAA!!!

Peters: This was just Sokolova’s night. This champion vs. champion encounter wasn’t quite what the crowd anticipated, but it seemed like Stone Murdock was off from the get-go after that brush with Prince of Phenomenal earlier on tonight.

Russillo: Yeah, Stone’s going to have to rebuild his confidence after an encounter like this. Maybe that’ll happen against POP. But what a win for Sokolova! The guy is at the top of his game, achieving these feats at the pinnacle of style! Respect to him.

(Commercial break)

(Rebellion returns as Bella Braxton is once again in the middle of the ring with a mic in hand)

Bella Braxton: The following contest is a tag team match and is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, at a combined weight of 440 pounds, accompanied to the ring by Astraea Jordan… They are the team of Chris Elite and Malcolm Jones… THE BLICKYYY BOYZZZZZ!!!!

(“Gummo” by 6IX9INE hits as Malcolm Jones energetically sprints down to the ring side by side with his partner Chris Elite, who is high-fiving the crowd along the way. Astraea Jordan accompanies them to the ring as the partners look determined, loose, ready to fight)

Peters: Malcolm Jones and Chris Elite look to be in rare form tonight. They look incredibly well-conditioned, they keep themselves in shape, and they’re going to need it tonight against TLA and Maximus Grier! And of course, they’ve got the beautiful Astraea Jordan alongside them!

Russillo: Take it down a few notches, Peters…

(“Ambitionz az a Ridah” by Tupac hits as TLA is accompanied by two unidentified women, walking down to the ring with a smirk on his face. TLA looks relaxed in contrast The Blicky Boyz’ serious demeanor)

Bella Braxton: From The Poon Palace in Miami Florida, weighing in at 210 pounds… “LA PANTERA SEXUAL” … T!!! L!!! A!!!!!!!!!!

Russillo: Some might say TLA’s relaxed disposition is a weakness, but I think a part of that stems from an innate confidence he has. He knows he’s going to go out there and get it done. No small challenge going up against Malcolm and Chris Elite, but TLA has the cojones to make it work.

(“Long Live the Chief” by Jidenna hits as Maximus Grier cavalierly saunters down the ring in his expensive, silver fur coat, handing it over before entering the ring)

Bella Braxton: And from Sacramento, California, weighing in at 190 pounds… He is “THE DEVIL WHO WEARS PRADA” … MAXIMUSSSSS GRIERRR!

(Ding! Ding! Ding!)

Peters: This star-studded tag team bout is underway! Malcolm Jones will start off this match on behalf of The Blicky Boyz, and after some arguing about who will go in first between TLA and Maximus Grier, it looks like Grier’s the lucky man! AND GRIER RIGHT FROM THE GET-GO WITH A CLOTHESLINE TO MALCOLM JONES, AND JONES DIDN’T SEE THAT WHATSOEVER! Grier with a little pep in his step after taking that L last week to Prince of Phenomenal, and it’s showing right now as Malcolm Jones stumbles back to his feet, with Grier following that up by pinning Malcolm against the ropes before Irish whipping Jones in the other direction, meeting Jones as he darts back to the middle of the ring with a RUNNING ELBOW! That elbow isn’t enough to get Jones down even as he clutches his mouth in pain, now Grier with an Elevated Dropkick finally lays Jones out on the canvas!

Russillo: Maximus has something to prove after last week’s misfire against POP, and he’s showing it here tonight against the athletically superior Malcolm Jones!

Peters: Maximus Grier now YANKS Malcolm Jones by the back of the neck, aggressively forcing him up to his feet! Grier’s really got a mean streak tonight, and he backs Malcolm Jones into the corner, pressing his boot up against the face of Jones as he’s leaned into the turnbuckles! Jones screams in agony before Maximus separates from him, leaving him falling down to the canvas once more! Maximus has taken CONTROL of this match thus far, and this certainly isn’t what anyone expected as Chris Elite calls for Malcolm Jones to tag him in, but his partner is out of commission at the moment! Maximus walks over to the other side of the squared circle, and he’s sizing Malcolm up for something as his head remains pressed against that second turnbuckle while he’s down… AND MALCOLM CHARGES, LOOKING FOR THE RUNNING HIP ATTACK – BUT NOBODY’S HOME AS MALCOLM JONES MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND TAGS IN HIS PARTNER CHRIS ELITE!

Russillo: HE’S GOT CHRIS ELITE! WHAT A TUMBLE FOR MAXIMUS GRIER! IS THE MOMENTUM GOING TO SHIFT HERE?

Peters: AND CHRIS ELITE FINDS MAXIMUS GRIER AS HE STAGGERS OFF THE ROPES AND IMMEDIATELY CONNECTED WITH A SPINNING WHEEL KICK! THAT SPINNING WHEEL KICK FLOORS MAXIMUS GRIER, BUT HE RISES TO HIS FEET IN A DAZE NEVERTHELESS – AND IT’S CHRIS ELITE CONNECTING WITH A PELE KICK SQUARELY TO THE CRANIUM OF MAXIMUS GRIER! CHRIS ELITE DOESN’T WASTE ANY TIME BEFORE HE SPRINTS OVER TO THE ROPES, GOING OUT OF THE RING AND ONTO THE RING APRON, CLIMBING ATOP THE ROPES BEFORE HE’S PERCHED ATOP THEM, AND HE’S THERE! CHRIS ELITE IS ON THE TOP ROPE AND IT LOOKS LIKE HE’S READY TO CONNECT SOME SORT OF DEATH-DEFYING AERIAL MANEUVER ON MAXIMUS GRIER…

Peters: BUT TLA! TLA COMES IN, SHAKING THE RING ROPES AND TRIPPING CHRIS ELITE, FORCING HIM TO FALL GROIN-FIRST ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! MAXIMUS GRIER USES THE LITTLE TIME HE GAINS FROM THIS TRUMP CARD BY TLA TO TAG HIM IN! TLA’S THE OFFICIAL MAN IN THIS MATCH NOW AND HE IMMEDIATELY SPRINGS UP TO THE SECOND ROPE, AN ACUTE DEMONSTRATION OF HIS ACROBATIC ABILITY – BUT CHRIS ELITE CONNECTS WITH A SLUG TO THE FACE OF TLA! BUT TLA’S FRESH, HE LEAPS AND CONNECTS WITH THE FRANKENSTEINER! THAT FRANKENSTEINER SENDS CHRIS ELITE BACK-FIRST HARD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING, WOW! CHRIS ELITE THOUGHT HE HAD TLA, BUT TLA JUST ABSORBED THE IMPACT OF THAT HIT AND WENT ON ANYWAY!

Russillo: We love a resilient warrior! But what’s this?? It looks like Maximus Grier is yelling at his partner TLA on the outside, Maximus Grier is clearly not satisfied with TLA’s thus performance thus far as he yells “GET BACK AT HIM! STOP WASTING TIME!” and TLA looks over and snickers, gesturing with his hand as if he’s brushing off his partner!

Peters: Neither of these men have moved a muscle yet, as TLA and Chris Elite both seemed to take the brunt of that fall, but TLA is stirring, trying to push himself up and shaking his legs to get his veins pumping… And Chris Elite is looking to tag in his partner Malcolm Jones, but TLA is up and he yanks Chris Elite back in the middle of the ring, and TLA is twisting Chris Elite around trying to apply that AR15! The Lasso from El Passo! AND TLA HAS THE SUBMISSION HOLD APPLIED! HE’S REARING BACK ON THAT AR15, AND CHRIS ELITE MAY NOT HAVE ANYWHERE TO GO AS MALCOLM JONES IS A LONG DISTANCE AWAY FROM HIS ARM’S REACH… AND CHRIS ELITE IS FLAILING HIS ARMS AROUND IN THE AIR, TRYING TO GAIN SOME TRACTION BUT ON THE VERGE OF SUBMITTING, AND NOW HIS HAND DROPS DOWN THE MAT… AND HE’S CRAWLING, DRAGGING, SCRATCHING, WILLING HIS WAY OVER TO THE ROPES WITH THE FORCE OF A TIGER – BUT TLA DRAGS HIM BACK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING, AND CHRIS ELITE DOESN’T HAVE ANYWHERE LEFT TO GO! MALCOLM JONES IS SHAKING HIS HEAD IN FRUSTRATION, ASTRAEA SCREAMING ON THE OUTSIDE FOR CHRIS ELITE TO GET OUT OF THIS – AND CHRIS ELITE, AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT, IN THE NICK OF TIME, MASTERFULLY CONTORTS HIS BODY OVER, SHIFTING HIS LEG STRENGTH UPWARD AND CONNECTING WITH A GROUNDED BIG BOOT TO THE FACE OF TLA! AND THAT BIG BOOT SENDS TLA TUMBLING BACKWARD, RIGHT OVER TO HIS PARTNER MAXIMUS GRIER, WHO HE TAGS IN! BUT CHRIS ELITE ALSO HAS THE OPPORTUNITY TO TAG MALCOLM JONES IN, AND HE TAKES IT! MALCOLM JONES IS TAGGED IN!

Russillo: We’re due for a brawl right here!

Peters: YOU COULDN’T BE MORE RIGHT, RUSSILLO! THE TWO MEN MEET IN THE CENTER OF THE RING AND A HOCKEY FIGHT HAS BROKEN OUT, BOTH TLA AND CHRIS ELITE INCAPACITATED ON THE OUTSIDE AFTER EXHAUSTING THE LION’S SHARE OF THEIR ENERGY, AND MALCOLM JONES AND MAXIMUS GRIER TRADE BLOWS, A SLUGGING RIGHT TO THE FACE OF MALCOLM JONES – DID I JUST SEE A TOOTH GET KNOCKED OUT, RUSSILLO?? OR WAS JUST THAT SPIT?! – BUT NOT TO BE DETERRED, JONES WITH A PUNISHING RIGHT OF HIS OWN TO THE FACE OF MAXIMUS GRIER, AND GRIER STAGGERS BACK! MALCOM CHARGES FORWARD, BUT GRIER DUCKS UNDER THE CLOTHESLINE AND SIDESTEPS, GAINING POSITION BEHIND MALCOLM AND CONNECTING WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX! BUT HE’S KEPT THAT WAISTLOCK APPLIED AS MALCOLM GOES DOWN, AND HE’S TAKING HIM UP AGAIN, BUT MALCOLM IS ELBOWING HIM IN THE HEAD … AND A SECOND GERMAN SUPLEX! MAXIMUS IS TAKING HIM BACK UP, TRYING TO COMPLETE THE TRIFECTA, AND MALCOLM IS TOO DAZED TO DELIVER ANY MORE ELBOWS TO TRY AND SEPARATE… BUT HE GRABS THE ROPES! MALCOM GRABS THE ROPES AND TUGS ONTO THEM FOR DEAR LIFE AS MAXIMUS TRIES TO THE THIRD GERMAN, AND MALCOLM A SPINNING BACKFIST TO THE FACE OF MAXIMUS GRIER! GRIER IS UTTERLY TAKEN BY SURPRISE! TLA IS INCENSED ON THE OUTSIDE, AND NOW HE’S THE ONE YELLING AT GRIER TO GET HIS HEAD IN THE GAME! HE’S SAYING SOME WORDS WE CAN’T REPEAT ON THE AIR… TENSION BETWEEN THE TWO?

Russillo: GET BACK INTO, MAXIMUS! DON’T LET HIM GET YOU!

Peters: MAXIMUS IS DAZED FOR A BRIEF MOMENT, BUT HE CHARGES FORWARD – AND MALCOLM JONES USES THE CHARGE TO HIS ADVANTAGE AS HE MANEUVERS GRIER INTO A SMALL PACKAGE PIN!

Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!… TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!… THRRRR

EEEEEEEEE!!!!

(Ding! Ding! Ding!)

(“Gummo” by 6IX9INE blares over the speakers as the referee raises Malcolm Jones and Chris Elite’s hands before the two scurry out of the ring with Astraea Jordan celebrating alongside them as they walk up the ramp. TLA looks on disapprovingly as he enters the ring and appears to be having some words with Maximus Grier…)

Bella Braxton: The winners of this match by pinfall… The team of Chris Elite & Malcolm Jones… THE BLICKYYY BOYZZZ!!!!

James Peters: Man, what a victory for Malcolm Jones and Chris Elite, but it appears like there’s no love lost between TLA and Maximus Grier. The two are arguing in the ring about that last pinfall. It seems like Maximus is wondering why he didn’t intervene on his behalf, and TLA is now shaking his head…

(TLA takes one last look at Maximus before rolling out of the ring. Maximus has a confounded expression on his face as he stays in the ring, hands on his hips, frustrated…)

Rich Russillo: Let’s be honest and not beat around the bush! Neither of them wanted to help the other out because they wanted to either show the other up, or let the other get hurt! Why? Because that Welterweight Championship match is coming up! That’s why! It’s all about getting the momentum, but at the end of tonight nobody got the momentum between the two.. Blicky Boyz deflated all of that like a prime Tom Brady!

(Maximus Grier is shown staring at TLA in a frustrated manner as the camera fades to black and the REVOLT logo buzzes)