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Resurgence 2/10/2018

[EARLIER TONIGHT]

(A large black escalade can be seen pulling up in front of the arena as it is immediately swarmed by a sea of reporters, Jason Skilled slowly steps out following him as the sea gets even bigger)

(Suddenly, RJ Skilled steps out as he is bombarded with a bunch of questions as he is trying to move forward)

RJ Skilled: Ight now a brotha can’t answer 100 questions at once, ima have to do y’all like I did my boy when he was a youngin and start telling you to only speak when spoken to! (RJ Skilled points at a reporter) Okay you, go.

Reporter #1: Do you guys feel any pressure heading into tonight’s match?

RJ Skilled: Pressure? Boy us Skilleds eat pressure for breakfast! I had a nice pressure sandwich to go with my yak right before getting in the truck! If anything you should be asking them boys my son is facing how much pressure they feeling. Because THEY the ones all of our haters are counting on to shut me up, but they know it ain’t gon’ happen so what can they do BUT feel like failures? Okay you next.

Reporter #2: Hey RJ, I was just wondering, have you guys been paying attention to the Heavyweight Championship scene considering that’s your sons division? Where do you think he stacks up in comparison to the contenders?

RJ Skilled: Ain’t no need to watch closely something that’s gonna be ours in due time. What’s meant to be is meant to be, and that Heavyweight Championship is meant to have a Skilled holding it, them dudes fighting for the title ain’t nothing but placeholders! And stack up? My boy don’t stack up to nobody! We stack ABOVE EVERYBODY! And speaking of stacks, we gonna be counting a bunch of stacks after my boy becomes the biggest star in this company, it begins tonight. That’s enough questions for now…

(RJ Skilled pushes the mics and cameras out of his face as him and Jason Skilled following behind makes their way forward and into the arena)

(Camera fades to black)

(Resurgence comes on air to an excited James Peters and Rich Russillo on standby)

James Peters: HELLLOOOO EVERYBODY… JUST SEVEN DAYS AWAY FROM REVOLT’S FIRST EVER MARQUEE EVENT AND THE BUZZ IS AT AN ALL TIME HIGH! I’m James Peters here with my colleague Richard, and I couldn’t hide my excitement even if I wanted to!

Rich Russillo: I’m with you on that one partner, there’s just something about first times that really get me going! The first ever Marquee Event! I haven’t been this excited since my first time hanging out with a girl!

James Peters: So last week?

Rich Russillo: Akekeke… hilarious. Anyways let’s start things off with a… meeting?

(Maxmimus is sitting at a table in the middle of the ring sporting a business suit with another suited man standing in front of the table with a clipboard in hand)

Maximus Grier: I am here tonight, not for confrontation, not to engage in any physical warfare, but rather to converse. Too often do you see two men meeting up in a main event match and hate one another simply because of the fact that they are slated to be opponents for one night. Being that this is REVOLT’s first ever main event of a Marquee Event, I would like to break that mold. I do not hate my future opponent Mr. Elite, in fact I am very fond of him. A man like him is exactly what I look for when looking for clients to represent, and I could have helped him get to where he needs to be, however as long as we’re in the same division, where he is now is where he will remain, because that’d his ceiling. Don’t get me wrong though it’s no knock on the guy, he’s an extraordinary talent…. (Grier looks into the camera and gives a big smile) ….but I’m me.

(The crowd boos)

Maximus Grier: I think you guys are misconstruing my point here. I’m not bashing the guy, but it’s always been me all the way up here…… and THEN the rest of the division under me. But that’s why I’m inviting Chris out here tonight, I know what Chris’ potential is and I can help him reach that potential. I know it sounds kind of suspect coming from the man who’s about to be your opponent in a weeks time but think about it, you see how long it took me to become a surefire star in this business? Only one month in and I’m already on the level it took you years to finally reach. Let me guide you to true greatness.

(“Down & Out” by Cam’ron hits to a loud pop as Chris Elite makes his way out to the ring in his newly styled “God Given Greatness” shirt, some Nike Tech Fleece sweats, and the Paul George 2 “Playstation” sneakers with Big Mike by his side)

(Chris Elite enters the ring while staring down Maximus and the man standing by the table with the clipboard, he grabs a mic and takes a seat on the other side of the table)

Chris Elite: You funny b, real funny. I just thought I’d come out here and get a front row seat so you can keep entertaining me with your jokes like the clown you are.

Maximus Grier: No need to be hostile Chris, I haven’t said one lie or one slanderous thing yet. I’m just here to help.

(Chris Elite flashes the rolex on his wrist and sarcastically looks at it hard as if he’d checking time)

Chris Elite: Does it look like I need help?

(Chris Elite untucks his chain and reveals his iced out cuban link pendant with a Blicky Boyz logo)

Chris Elite: I’m good over here my guy, you might wanna be asking ME for help. I mean what are those on your feet, some Kenneth Coles? Them shits cheap as hell boy. I mean I always knew you was a pretender and not a real business man but at least LOOK the part. And what kinda suit is that? Lemme find out you got that half off from the bargain bin and couldn’t afford a tailor to make it look presentable! I got dirt on you doggy!

Maximus Grier(getting visibly red in the face): Okay enough! This isn’t about my wardrobe, this is about your potential. You have a lot of it and I can help bring that out of you. You would make a great asse- champion here one day if you follow my lead.

Chris Elite: I’m going to be a great champion with or without you. In fact, a double champion. I ain’t following behind another man, let alone another man who has never proved shit in this business outside of how to be a horrible recruiter. How many dudes gonna have to turn down your advances before you realize that this act just ain’t cutting it? You outchea looking like a thirsty dude who keeps messaging a chick after she ignored him the first time. I respect the hustle, but I’m not the one to be gaffled so quit while you’re ahead or I’ll make you quit.

Maximus Grier: You aren’t one to follow behind another man? Well you’re already following behind Malcolm Jones, and as far as I’m concerned he hasn’t proven anything yet either. But here’s your chance to get behind a REAL leader, a man who will prove himself and do so without any partner by his side.

Chris Elite: First off, nobody is following behind anyone, there ain’t no leader of our tag team. Second off, I already told you that I ain’t budging so you can either move on or we can run that fade early.

Maximus Grier: Well I guess I will have to just PROVE my worth by defeating you next Saturday and capturing that Welterweight Championship. Which brings me to my next point. (Maximus looks up at the man standing over the table)

Chris Elite: Who is that bozo anyway?

Maximus Grier: I thought you’d never ask. That man standing before us is a man by the name of Pierre. Pierre is a very legendary negotiator and moderator that only the most powerful of businessmen hire when conducting meetings.

Chris Elite: Okay but why do we need him out here for a conversation? You thought I was bout to sign my life away to a man who won’t be known as anything other than my bitch after I beat him and win the title? You musta been smoking that good good before you came out here then.

Maximus Grier: Well despite our negotiations falling through, since you don’t want to sign with Maximus Inc. you might want to read this. That is of course if you want to avoid being sued and having everything you own become my newest possessions.

Chris Elite: Excuse me?

Maximus Grier: Pierre, will you?

(Pierre hands Chris Elite the clipboard with a contract on it as he reads over)

(Chris Elite smirks and hands it over to Big Mike)

Chris Elite: Aye Mike check this out.

(Big Mike looks over it and then seconds later him and Chris Elite collectively burst out into laughter as Maximus is getting annoyed)

Chris Elite: You really think I’m bout to sign a contract that says you have grounds to sue me if you suffer any type of injury or get any visible bruises from our match? You think I’m dumb? You wanna wanna own my assets huh? Work for it like I did, you don’t gotta do this. This doesn’t sound like a person too confident of winning our match.

Maximus Grier: Oh don’t get me wrong I am going to win that championship regardless. Whether it had been me winning it from you after I sue you for your assets or the other way, but since you want to play hard ball I guess I’ll do the same and just kick your ass for that championship as originally planned.

Chris Elite: Yea thats the energy I like. Lemme up the ante for you: here’s what I think about your shady business tactics and your shitty contract.

(Chris Elite rips the contract into shreds and then stands up and dumps the remains onto Maximus Grier)

Maximus Grier: You’re going to regret that.

Chris Elite: Word? Am I gonna regret this too?

James Peters: CHRIS ELITE BASHES THE CLIPBOARD OVER PIERRES HEAD AS PIERRE FALLS ON THE FLOOR AND HIM AND BIG MIKE BEGIN STOMPING HIM OUT!! MAXIMUS GRIER ROLLS OUT OF THE RING IN A RAGE BEFORE HE GETS CAUGHT IN THE FRAY. CHRIS ELITE NOW PICKS UP PIERRE AND TOSSES HIM OVER THE RING IN FRONT OF MAXIMUS WHO LOOKS ON FROM THE OUTSIDE IN RAGE!!

(“Down & Out” picks back up as Chris Elite and Big Mike look on pointing and laughing at Maximus Grier who is visibly upset backing up the ramp)

James Peters: What a turn of events for Maximus Grier, he wasn’t expecting violence but he sure got it! And he better be ready for that going forward because I’m sure Chris Elite has more where that came from in the stash for REVOLT 1! Up next we have probably the most anticipated debut in REVOLT history so far, a confident fathers words turned into a marketing ploy to build interest and anticipation and boy did it work! Now it’s up to his quiet son to back up the bark, Jason Skilled takes on Badass Kevin and “The Judge” Ryan Ransik, it’s a huge heavyweight showdown! Next!

(Commercial break)

(REVOLT 1: Grier vs Elite advert – The first champions in REVOLT’s history will all be crowned at this event, don’t miss it as Maximus Grier and Chris Elite go head to head in a headlining bout for the Welterweight Championship!)

(Resurgence comes back on air as the camera fades into the ring.)

Bella Braxton: The following triple threat match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 247 pounds… “THE JUDGE” RYANNN RANSIKK!!!!

(“Bulls on Parade” by Rage Against the Machine hits as Ryan Ransik walks out in hooded attire to the audience’s mostly mixed reaction.)

Rich Russillo: Are we sure that is actually Ryan Ransik? His hoodie down so low I can’t really tell it’s him.

James Peters: I think we can confirm that yes that is actually Ryan Ransik.

(“Bad Motherfucker” by MGK featuring Kid Rock hits as Badass Kevin struts cockily down to the ring as the crowd boos.)

Bella Braxton: And his opponent… from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 264 pounds… BADASSSSS KEVINNNNNN!!!

James Peters: Kevin on a roll lately. He has picked up some victories the past couple weeks and is looking to keep that streak going on. However, it is clear the fans desperately do not want that to happen! They want to see him lose badly.

Rich Russillo: Badass Kevin gives no fucks and some people backstage have complained about his attitude. He is clearly not here to make friends and it just seems like this man hates everyone and is constantly running his mouth! We will see if someone can finally shut it this week or if we will have to endure yet another week of his constant shit talking!

(RJ Skilled appears on stage with no music to a loud mixed reaction from the crowd. Some people in the crowd appear to be more enraged than necessary shouting offensive insults as he ignores them and smiles holding a microphone.)

RJ Skilled: Tonight…

(The booing from the crowd only grows louder.)

RJ Skilled: SIT YO ASSES DOWN IT’S BLACK HISTORY MONTH!

(The crowd pops with a mixed reaction as RJ Skilled smiles even wider holding up an arm towards the entrance.)

RJ Skilled: Salty ass cacs stay in yo lane! Give it up for my boyyyyy!

(“Fly Away” by Lil Wayne hits as Jason Skilled comes out looking calm and wearing his “Skilled Striker Wrestling” shirt. His father RJ Skilled looks like he is about to break down in tears from pride as he hugs his son at the top of the ramp.)

Peters: Well it is finally time Rich… We have heard the trash talk for weeks and are clearly still hearing it tonight as Jason Skilled makes his way to the ring followed by his controversial father RJ Skilled. He has been promoted for weeks all over Fox Sports and social media… now we get to finally see if he is more than just talk.

Rich Russillo: It looks like Badass Kevin is taking exception to RJ Skilled being at ringside…

Badass Kevin: GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE OLD MAN! THIS RING IS FOR FIGHTERS NOT SENIOR CITIZENS!

RJ Skilled: Didn’t you lose your first two matches here? Get ready for my son hater cuz unlike you he neva lawst!

(The referee orders RJ Skilled out of the ring as he calls for the bell. DING! DING! DING!)

James Peters: Well we are underway as Ryan Ransik has emerged from the corner standing up in the face of Jason Skilled! Oh shit is about to go down right here! Both of these massive heavyweights about to throw down right here on Resurgence!

Rich Russillo: And they off! Throwing fists back and forth! It looks like Skilled is winning the battle here bashing Ransik back against the ropes. Ransik bounces off the ropes and comes charging back with a Clothesline! But Skilled dodges it quickly!

James Peters: Skilled grabs Ransik from behind and tosses him back with a dominant German Suplex!

RJ Skilled: SUPLEX CITY BITCH! That’s what you get for tryna look like my boy!

Rich Russillo: Skilled goes for the cover on Ransik!

1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

Peters: Badass Kevin in now to break up the cover! What a true badass.

Rich Russillo: Badass Kevin talking shit now as he stomps away at the back of Skilled’s head. Skilled trying to get back up to his feet as Kevin grabs him around the neck… SNAP DDT connects! Just like that The Badass has taken control of this match!

James Peters: But he is not done yet as he stomps a mudhole in Skilled on the canvas! Skilled can’t even get back up on his feet as Badass Kevin charges off the ropes and kicks him hard in the skull! Skilled looks like he is out cold1

Rich Russillo: RJ Skilled is raging outside the ring as he knocks a fan’s drink out of his hand! He thought this would be an easy night!

James Peters: Some members of the crowd appear to be cheering on Badass Kevin for his actions against Skilled but he is holding up middle fingers to them. WAIT FROM BEHIND!

Rich Russillo: Ryan Ransik just rolled up Badass Kevin from behind!!!

1!!!!!!!!!!!

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

James Peters: Badass Kevin kicks out! Kevin and Ransik immediately back up to their feet as Ransik tries to connect with a Big Boot on Kevin…

Rich Russillo: BUT KEVIN CATCHES HIM BY THE LEG! Kevin tips Ransik backwards onto his back in the ring. Ransik slowly crawls back up to his feet… BUT BADASS KEVIN CONNECTS WITH A CURB STOMP!

James Peters: Badass Kevin with his signature “Get Down” curb stomp as he drops to the cover on Ransik!

Rich Russillo: But RJ Skilled is up on the apron arguing with the referee!

Crowd: ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!! FOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

James Peters: Badass Kevin would have had this won but the referee hasn’t seen the cover!

Badass Kevin: Are you fucking kidding me? I have had it with this shit!

Rich Russillo: OH SHIT HERE COMES BADASS KEVIN! KEVIN SHOVING THE REFEREE ASIDE AS HE TOSSES RJ SKILLED OVER THE TOP ROPE AND INTO THE RING!!

James Peters: RJ Skilled looks terrified as he quickly runs away towards the other side of the and up the ramp. Badass Kevin now rolling out of the ring and grabbing a steel chair at ringside… What is he doing now?

Rich Russillo: BADASS KEVIN CHARGING FOR THE RAMP WITH THE STEEL CHAIR! HE IS GOING AFTER RJ SKILLED!

James Peters: RJ Skilled running as fast as his old ass can backstage being chased by Badass Kevin who appears to have completely abandoned this match! Wait back in the ring… Jason Skilled has crawled to the cover on the unconscious Ransik!!! The referee sees the cover!

1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

Rich Russillo: NO! RYAN RANSIK KICKED OUT!

James Peters: Badass Kevin would have clearly won the match with that Curb Stomp earlier but Ransik had enough time to recover before Skilled got there. Ransik holding the back of his neck in pain as Skilled pulls him up. Ransik may have suffered a severe neck injury here tonight… Skilled picks up Ransik and pulls the big man up over his shoulders…

Rich Russillo: STREET DREAMS CONNECTS! SKILLED FALLS TO THE COVER!

1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Bella Braxton: Here is your winnner… JAAAAAAAAAASON SKILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEDDD!!!

(“Fly Away” by Lil Wayne hits as the referee raises up Jason Skilled arm in the ring.)

James Peters: Well it wasn’t always pretty but Jason Skilled has managed to win his debut match. Whether you were impressed or not by his performance I suppose is entirely up to our fans to decide but the fact he managed to come out with the win is impressive on its own.

Rich Russillo: Jason Skilled wouldn’t have won that match if it wasn’t for his damn father! I’m not impressed!

James Peters: Let’s not be so biased Rich… Congratulations due to the Skilled family here tonight and a hard L taken by Ryan Ransik. As for Badass Kevin we have no idea where he has run off to but I imagine we will hear all about it the next time Jason’s daddy gets anywhere near a microphone.

(Commercial break)

(A package airs showing Shackleford, Ivar Akselsen, and Andrei Sokolova all lobbying for a championship match and their journeys heading into it, ending with Shackleford qualifying and Ivar/Andrei being announced as co-contenders)

(The camera returns to the ring, we see James Peters in the ring with a microphone in his hand and three chairs set up in the ring)

James Peters: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce first… SHACKLEEEEFOOOORRRDDD!!

(“Kill Your Masters” by Run the Jewels hits as Shackleford smugly makes his way to the ring)

James Peters: Next… ANDREI SOOKKKKOOOOLLLOVVVAAA!!

(“goosebumps” by Travis Scott hits as Andrei Sokolova makes his way to the ring. He takes a seat without acknowledging either man)

James Peters: Last but certainly not least…. IVARRRR AKKSEELLLSEEENNNN!!

(“Rotlaust Tre Fell” by Wardruna hits as Ivar Akselsen approaches the stage. He keeps his eyes locked on the ring and enters it grinning)

James Peters: Now gentlemen–

(Shackleford cuts him off)

Shackleford: No, no… this isn’t how it’s going to go. All of you are gonna listen to what I have to say and you better listen good!

(Akselsen sits back and folds his arms across his chest while Sokolova sarcastically sits on the edge of his seat)

Shackleford: It’s an absolute joke that I even have to compete against these two. I’m the only one who actually won their match to get an opportunity at the championship! NEITHER OF THESE MEN WON, THEIR MATCH WAS DECLARED A NO CONTEST WHEN SCOTT DIAMOND INTERFERED IN IT! I’m not suggesting I should be handed the championship… but at least give me a worthy challenger!

Ivar Akselsen: You know Shackleford… it’s always the same with you, isn’t it? You always claim to be up for a fight but then the fight comes calling, you run from it. No smart man would run from an unworthy challenger, they’d accept it, take it as a blessing, but you complain about it. You want your road to the championship to be more difficult. An admirable stance, but a false one.

Andrei Sokolova: He’s right, Shackleford… Shackleford’s right. We’re unworthy, this whole division is an unworthy mess!

Shackleford: NO!! I WON MY MATCH!!

Andrei Sokolova: Yes, yes, you won your match… you keep saying that. You won your match in a four man tournament that Talib Bari set up three weeks before REVOLT 1. It’s as if he had to be reminded that there was a Heavyweight championship and division! He says he was just getting to it, when you went into his office to confront him, but does anyone really buy that?!

(Sokolova glances at the other two men, both with unconvincing looks on their faces)

Andrei Sokolova: The attention went everywhere else, the welterweights, the middleweights, the light heavyweights, the freeweights, the tag teams! We were forgotten about, we were deemed unworthy by the powers that be.

Ivar Akselsen: We were forgotten.

Andrei Sokolova: Listen, this match… to me, none of it is personal, not with you two at least… I don’t know either of you well enough for it to be personal, but inside me a fire burns. THEY FORGOT ABOUT US, THAT’S WHAT MAKES IT PERSONAL! No more, not again, not ever again… after REVOLT 1 the heavyweight division will never be forgotten about again. Next Saturday we make history, next Saturday we steal the show… winners and losers don’t matter… we lay it all on the line, we show them the mistake that they made, we show them that WE should be the main event… we put on the best damn match wrestling has ever seen, what do you guys say?!

(Sokolova extends his hand at Shackleford who laughs at the gesture, he gets up from his chair, shaking his head)

Shackleford: Saturday… I win. I won’t be forgotten about after that.

(Shackleford leaves, exiting up the ramp, Sokolova then turns his attention towards Ivar Akselsen, both men get up from their chairs and Sokolova extends his hand)

Rich Russillo: AND OH!! RAGNAROK BY AKSELSEN, RIGHT TO SOKOLOVA!! THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR TRYING TO BE THE NICE GUY!!

(Akselsen leaves the ring, leaving Sokolova down in the ring)

Rich Russillo: Well these three men already know their fate for REVOLT 1, but up next we’re about to witnessed some ladies find theirs out as one looks to qualify for a number one contenders match for the Freeweight Championship at REVOLT 1, Lexi Sheckler vs Malice in a grudge match… next!

(Lexi Sheckler is seen walking backstage on her way to her match as suddenly she’s stopped)

Lexi Sheckler: What the hell do you want aren’t you supposed to be banned?

(Malice’s sister, Layla appears in the frame)

Layla: Don’t worry I won’t come anywhere near your match with my sis, I just wanted to wish you good luck and tell you there’s no hard feelings, I was just looking out for my family.

Lexi Sheckler: Well you’ll have plenty of time to look out for her on the hospital bed I put her in. Won’t be any hard feelings on this side either.

(Lexi Sheckler tries walking off until Layla grabs her arm)

Layla: Wait! I wanted to offer you this as a peace treaty. (Layla moves her other arm from behind her back revealing a wrapped up gift with a ribbon and hands it to Sheckler who looks on confused)

Lexi Sheckler: Uhhh.. whatever.

(Lexi Sheckler continues walking as Layla looks on, the camera fades to black)

(Commercial break)

(The camera fades back into the arena where “The Beautiful People” by Marilyn Manson begins to play from the speakers to boos from the crowd as Malice walks out, no Layla in sight wearing her signature hockey mask. She looks at the crowd with a look of disgust before removing the mask and showing her face paint.)

Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, where the winner will enter the #1 contenders match to the FREEWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP AT REVOLT 1! INTRODUCING FIRST! From Parts Unknown! Weighing in at 127 POOUNDSS!!!!!…….”THE BUG IN THE SYSTEM” MAAAAAAALLLLIIIIICCCCCEEEEEEEE!!!!!

James Peters: Tonight, we’re up for a treat as it’s Malice going up against none other than the rising star Lexi Sheckler in a match to decide who will enter the #1 Contender’s match, turning it into a triple threat with Kassidy Heart, Madison Kaline, and whomever may win tonight. The special stipulation tonight being that Malice’s sister, Layla is banned from ringside after what happened last week when Sheckler took Malice’s sister hostage, forcing Malice to have what we have here tonight. Will that prove to be her undoing? We’ll find out.

(“Don’t Waste My Time” by Krept & Kronan blasts through the PA speakers as Lexi Sheckler walks out to vicious boos from the crowd, wearing a “Black Label” shirt as smoke begins to fill the ramp. She walks down with intent and desire, staring at Malice.)

Bella Braxton: AND HER OPPONENT! From San Clemente, California! Weighing in at 147 POOOUNDSS!!!….”THE BLACK LABEL” LEEEXXIIIIIII SHEEEEEECCKKKLEEERRRRRRR!!!!!

Rich Russillo: Sheckler has honestly been a woman that has caught my eye in recent weeks, especially last week with a monumental victory over Ms. Extreme, one of the current women fighting for the Freeweight Championship. I’m assuming that this must be some kind of redemption for her, because the last time these two faced off it was actually Malice who came out on top, a defeat that still rests bitter on the tongue of Sheckler. Honestly, I’m just here to watch the fireworks Peters, I want to see some action!

(DING! DING! DING!)

James Peters: And this match has officially started with the ringing of the bell! Malice and Lex Sheckler now both looking to meet in the center, but Malice is just staring at Sheckler! She is barely moving, simply giving her a knowing smile and laughing in her face! Sheckler getting slightly annoyed as she tells Malice to knock it off, and now it seems both competitors are actually locking up….and it’s Sheckler with the 20-pound weight advantage who gains the upper hand at first! Stepping forward and trapping the arm in a vise hold, before pushing Malice down to the mat! Her shoulders are down as Sheckler pushes down, this counts as a pin – but Malice kicks out before even a one count! Now she rises to her feet and Lexi pushes Malice into a side headlock….but Malice with the quick thinking as she manages to push Sheckler into the ropes, and they’re forced to break! The referee gets in between the two women and it looks to be a clean break – OR NOT! Malice charging in almost immediately with a running knee lift straight into the chest of Sheckler, knocking the wind out of her lungs! She is wasting no time here tonight as she grabs the arm of Lexi, and irish whips her to the opposite ropes! SHE LEAPS UP! THESZ PRESS FOLLOWED BY RAPID-FIRE PUNCHES TO THE DOME OF SHECKLER! Wow, Malice gaining some control here in the early goings as she manages to take her adversary down with that thesz press, before stepping off and running off the ropes once more! SHE REBOUNDS AND LEAPS UP! LEAPING SENTON TO THE CHEST OF THE DOWNED SHECKLER!

James Peters: Nope! Lexi with the quick wherewithal as she manages to move out of the way just in time from what could have been a deadly senton, as both competitors rise back to their feet with Malice grabbing her back in slight pain! SPIN KICK TO THE ABDOMEN BY SHECKLER! A loud spinning sole kick connecting, as Malice bends over….AND MY GOD! SHECKLER WITH A LOUD PUNT TO THE FACE OF MALICE THAT SENDS HER BENDING BACK UP! She then bounces off the ropes, AND CONNECTS WITH A YAKUZA KICK TO THE SIDE OF THE JAW OF MALICE, SENDING HER INTO THE ROPES! Now it’s Sheckler who has the upper hand in this situation, having taken her down with three moves to seal the deal! Sheckler standing next to Malice….CONNECTING WITH A BRUTAL STANDING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO THE CHEST, AS SHE LETS OUT A SHARP BREATH! Sheckler now hooks the leg, the shoulders are down!

Referee: ONEEEE!!!!….TWOOO!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: Malice kicks out! Proving that she’s still got some fight left in the tank tonight. It appears however Sheckler wanted to end it right then and there, I think she’s beginning to get agitated! She knows the defeat hanging over her tonight and she wants to redeem herself and prove to the world that she can right the wrongs of her past, and that’s evident with her quick, fast strikes.

James Peters: Sheckler standing up, grabbing Malice by the hair and lifting her to a vertical base! She then places the dazed Malice in between her legs! OH MY! SHECKER LIFTS UP HER OPPONENT, LOOKING FOR A CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB! BUT MALICE IS FIGHTING IT, WIGGLING AND SHAKING HER WAY OUT AS SHE LANDS BEHIND SHECKLER! She grabs her by the waist, AND SENDS HER FLYING WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX! Malice showing some great strength tonight with that german suplex, the impact shook the entire mat and Lexi sure felt that pain! She’s still slowly getting to her feet however, it’s not enough but Malice doesn’t seem to mind as she runs off the ropes! STEP-UP ENZIGURI TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD CONNECTS! YIKES! A loud enziguri connecting to Sheckler as she begins to stand groggy and dazed, and this is Malice’s time to strike! But she didn’t? She grabs the dazed Sheckler by her hair and now begins to berate her, trash-talking her in the middle of the match! An attempt to get into her head, as she absolutely assaults Sheckler verbally with expletives and words we can’t repeat on television! Those words seemed to wake Sheckler up as Malice looks on at her opponent with a smile, happy that her plan worked as now Malice runs off the ropes FOR A RUNNING CLOTHESLINE! SHECKLER WITH AN AXE-HANDLE TO THE ARM, AND MALICE DROPS IT IN PAIN! Those words seeming to fill Sheckler with rage as she grabs a handful of hair, AND BEGINS TO VICIOUSLY ATTACK MALICE WITH FOREARMS AND ELBOWS TO HER SKULL!

James Peters: Sheckler is unrelenting and not stopping with these strikes, she’s using all forms! Knees, kicks, punches, forearms – she’s using every brutal strike in the book against her opponent tonight as she backs Malice into a corner! She can barely defend herself, and the referee needs to break them off as Sheckler is just NOT stopping with this assault on Malice! The referee now holds Lexi back from attacking her any further, reminding her of the consequences if she does as she steps forward – AND OH MY GOD! MALICE JUST SPIT IN THE FACE OF SHECKLER! THE SPIT FLYING AND LANDING RIGHT ON HER FACE, DISGUSTING!

Rich Russillo: Oh boy, that set her off!

James Peters: INDEED IT DID AS NOW SHECKLER IS ATTACKING MALICE EVEN MORE WITH EVEN LOUDER AND MORE FEARSOME STRIKES THAN BEFORE! A LOUD, BRUTAL ELBOW STRIKE TO THE JAW OF MALICE CONNECTS SENDING HER LEANING ONTO THE ROPES FOR SUPPORT! SHE’S NOT STOPPING! IF SHE CONTINUES, LEXI MIGHT GET HERSELF DISQUALIFIED! Wow, I did not expect that to happen! It seems that Sheckler now finally realizing the situation at hand and what would happen if she garnered a disqualification loss, as she steps back but is still visibly rageful from Malice’s actions, from the trash-talking to even disrespectfully spitting in the face! I’d never condone those types of actions as it takes away the fun of the sport and replaces it with disdain and hatred!

Rich Russillo: Oh don’t be such a pussy, Peters. Malice did exactly what she wanted to do and that was to get her opponent mad so it can work to her advantage! Look! She’s even smiling in the corner! Smart if you ask me.

James Peters: Whatever it may be, Malice is giving a knowing smile because she knows what she set out to do has worked, as Sheckler backs off, taking time as the referee shouts at her, reminding her of the rules, BUT SHE PUSHES THE REFEREE AWAY AND COMES CHARGING AT MALICE! A RUNNING HEART PUNCH TO THE CHEST! NO! MALICE BLOCKS IT, CATCHING THE FIST! What’s this? Malice has that wrist intact as she now twists it, gaining more control…..AND SHE LEAPS UP TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! MY WORD! MAGIC ROUNDABOUT! The wristlock springboard tornado DDT connecting as Sheckler was absolutely SPIKED on her head! Malice taking advantage of a furious Sheckler as she now wastes no time, she’s not going for the cover here! She steps out onto the apron, before beginning to scale the turnbuckle! SHE’S PERCHED LIKE AN EAGLE! MALICE LOOKS TO BE GOING FOR FROM THE ASHES! IF THE PHOENIX SPLASH CONNECTS, YOU MIGHT JUST HAVE TO SAY GOODBYE TO SHECKLER’S REVOLT ASPIRATIONS! MALICE LEAPS! FROM THE ASHES!

James Peters: WAIT! WAIT! SHECKLER JUST LEAPED UP! SHE CAUGHT MALICE IN MID-AIR IN A PRECARIOUS POSITION! REFLEX TESTER!! GANSO BOMB! SHECKLER JUST CAUGHT MALICE AS SHE WAS ATTEMPTING THAT PHOENIX SPLASH, CATCHING HER AT THE RIGHT MOMENT IN THE POSITION TO SEND HER DOWN WITH A GANSO BOMB! I DON’T THINK I’VE SEEN THAT COUNTER IN A LONG TIME IN MY LIFE AS A COMMENTATOR, THAT WAS IMPRESSIVE AS MALICE HEAD LOOKS UP TOWARDS THE CEILING, CLEARLY DAZED FROM THAT GANSO BOMB! And Sheckler takes advantage of this, quickly placing Malice in between her legs! KING ME! KING ME! THERE IT IS! THERE IT IS! THE CANADIAN DESTROYER CONNECTS, THE FRONT FLIP PILEDRIVER SENDING MALICE FLIPPING ALL OVER THE RING AND ANYWHERE BUT A TICKET TO REVOLT 1! SHE’S DONE! THERE’S NO WAY SHE IS KICKING OUT OF TWO CONSECUTIVE SIGNATURE MOVES! SHECKLER FALLS ON TOP OF MALICE FOR THE PIN AND THE WIN!

Referee: ONNEEEEEE!!!!!…TWWOOOO!!!!!….THREEEEE!!!!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(“Don’t Waste My Time” by Krept & Kronan plays as Lexi Sheckler rises to her feet, raising her own arms up before looking at the unconscious Malice, spitting on her before walking out of the ring, disgusted.)

Bella Braxton: AND HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND ENTERING THE #1 CONTENDER’S MATCH……..LEEXXIIIIIiI SHEEEEECKKLLEEEERRRRR!!!!!

Rich Russillo: Well, I’ll be damned! I didn’t expect anything mind-blowing from this match but that counter of From the Ashes into a Reflex Test was something I’ve imagined but never fully seen in person, and in the end it was Sheckler despite Malice’s plan to aggravate her who came out on top.

James Peters: Indeed! Honestly, neither woman should be disheartened with how they performed tonight, it was just in the end it was Sheckler who managed to become the victor, but don’t forget Malice who had a sound plan heading into this, knowing she wouldn’t have her sister Layla to help, wanting to get Lexi mad enough to the point where she would DQ herself! However, Sheckler managed to come out once again with another impressive victory, if she continues to go on like this I have no doubt in my mind that Lexi Sheckler right here? Is becoming a Freeweight Champion.

(The camera cuts back to ringside where Rich Russillo and James Peters are shown eating Doritos.)

Rich Russillo: You really shouldn’t crunch so loudly James. Very unladylike of you.

James Peters: Fuck off Rich I will crunch as loudly as I choose.

(James licks the Doritos crumbs off his fingers sexually in full camera view.)

Rich Russillo: Congrats James you just got our show banned in China again.

James Peter: Well those haters will just have to miss out on this awesome tag team match we got coming up featuring some of the…

(Gunshots are heard around the arena before “Ambitionz az a Ridah” by Tupac blasts over the speakers and the crowd erupts into cheers.)

Rich Russillo: Well it appears we are going to have to wait on that tag team match…

(A bright red 1984 Cadillac Coupe de Ville lowrider emerges from the garage as it makes its way towards the ring. It parks just outside the ring as the doors open letting out all the smoke inside. TLA hops out of the driver’s side holding a blunt as he bumps fists with the fans as he makes his way into the ring. The other doors of the lowrider open as well unleashing Steroid Dawg from the passengers side and two Poon Palace bitches who emerge from the trunk to join TLA in the ring.)

James Peters: Shit it’s that damn Steroid Dawg I don’t want to have to get another rabies shot.

Rich Russillo: Mad Dawg Mania strong up in herr.

(TLA takes off his pimp hat as he is handed the microphone. A fat weeb with an “I <3 My Waifu” t-shirt is shown sneaking around shiftily in the audience taking pictures of TLA with a flash camera.)

TLA: Awwwwww yeaaaaa UNA VEZ MÁS it’s yo boi TLA comin’ at y’all live with all that electricity and all that intensity… STRAIGHT OUTTA ENID! Yo we up here in Oklahoma and we doin’ shit big time in the Queen Wheat City. Haters wanna hate. They don’t like y’all bein’ here. They don’t like us cuz we keep shit real. They say nah don’t do a show in Oklahoma… They all rednecks there! We ain’t wanna associate the sport with them people. LA LUCHA ES PARA LOS NACOS! Fuck dem sneks! LA LUCHA ES PARA TODOS! I got the mic now. Don’t give a fuck what they gotta say cuz they can’t withstand that fire I be spittin’. They sure as hell can’t withstand the fire that the TLArmy be bringin’!

(The crowd cheers as the camera pans around the arena showing many fans wearing TLA’s merch.)

TLA: Tranquilo. Oye vatos… this is the part where I’m supposed to do what’s all expected of me n shit. I’m supposed to sit on mi culo all quiet like all respectful and humble. Sit down bitch be humble. They don’t wanna deal with it at all. TLA you took the L now you gotta fade away. Just fade away maybe go on up into retirement. Go toss yo self into the trash with the rest of the basura. PERO THEY FORGET WHO THEY FUCKIN’ WITH! I go too hard to be sittin’ on mah ass backstage when there be lil hoppas out here to drop with that mexicano quickness ya heard? Maybe y’all ain’t heard yet. Maybe y’all ain’t figured it out yet. So for those of y’all out there who do not know just who the fuck I am let me introduce you all to THE BADDEST HOMBRE ON THE PLANET!

(TLA raises up his fist as the crowd starts a “La Pantera Sexual” chant.)

TLA: Orale that mean… I RIDE FOR MAH VATOS I DIE FOR MAH VATOS. When you fuckin’ with TLA you fuckin’ with the best. All of dem culeros backstage want to fuck with the best and they think TLA done cuz he took some losses. Fuck off I’m yolo swaggin’. If La Pantera Sexual gave up after every L he’d have fucked off a long ass time ago. Nah I do some different shit than what the pussies do when they fuck up. When they drop that ball, and they decide nah I ain’t gonna pick that shit up. You wanna know what TLA do? Lemme check mah Style Bible, got all them life lessons. Oh ye I ain’t gotta check it cuz I know it by heart… YOU PICK IT THE FUCK BACK UP! You damn right I took them setbacks. Ain’t got no shame about it. You damn right imma bounce back cuz y’all should expect nothing less from the REVOLT! Franchise. Vamos a luchar! 5150 locochones reppin’! Puttin’ the whole world on blast. Runnin’ fades on all y’all motherfuckahs! Anyone want some… Anytime. Anywhere. Anyone. Luchamos por la gente! Luchamos por la raza! Luchamos por los guerreros. Vamos a luchar POR LA VIDA!

(The crowd cheers as TLA holds up a blood stained lead pipe in the ring.)

TLA: Now that y’all know imma fight for shit we gonna get to business right quick. Yo I’m sayin’…

(“Blood on the Leaves” by Kanye West hits as Alejandro Correa makes his way out to the ring with a disgusted look in his face)

TLA: Aye you got lost on the way somewhere holmes?

Alejandro Correa: I wish that was the case. I wish I didn’t intend to come out here and stand in front of a damn caricature but it turns out that what I feared happening actually ended up being the case… this isn’t a dream.

TLA: I don’t know about that caricature part but you damn right you ain’t dreamin! This is La Pantera Sexual live in the flesh, get a good look at this vato cuz you ain’t ever gonna experience it much other times especially when you gotta look in the mirror daily and see that bland face of yours!

Alejandro Correa: It’s worse than I thought. You are a complete joke, just look at yourself, you want to talk about mirrors? CLEARLY you haven’t looked in one in God knows how long because you come out here and make a complete fool of yourself on a weekly basis. From your horrible slang, your horrible Spanglish, your horrible taste in cars, and based on your current losing streak, your HORRIBLE IN RING ABILITY. You come out here week after week and you’re supposed to be the face of latin wrestling! You’re supposed to be who these young boys and girls look up to as a representation of people like them, people like US, and this is what you have to offer? You get your ass kicked two weeks in a row by two men who are going on to do bigger and better things than you, and you come out here and make a joke of the situation?

TLA: I don’t know who pissed in your horchata but calm the fuck down ese. I don’t need nobody comin out here givin me lectures on how to handle myself, me acting this way done got me as far as it’s gotten me and you acting the way you do got you where you are, and that’s nowhere near my level, so step off before I have to make an example out of you.

Alejandro Correa: Where has it gotten you? Multiple years in this business and not one credible championship to your name? A million “close but no cigar” moments? If that’s what acting a fool out of yourself gets you, then I want no parts of it.

TLA: Maybe so, but I also kicked your ass and knocked you smooth out of the welterweight tournament in the first round, so what does that say about you? You clearly ain’t no better and you shouldn’t be throwing stones if you live in a glass house pendejo.

Alejandro Correa: Well unlike you, I take my losses and I become stronger from them, I don’t come out here and act like a fucking clown to appease the people in hopes that they forgot about what happened. I just beat THE Xavier Williams last week, while you were getting your ass kicked by Hurricane Hawk. You should be taking notes because my stock is rising while yours is quickly falling. Just face it, you’re a disgrace to the Latin community.

(TLA’s expression shifts to a much more serious look)

TLA: Or I could just remind you of what I’m capable of.

(TLA gets into Alejandro’s face as suddenly “Shot from a Cannon” by Chevelle hits and Diamond Cage makes his way up the ramp and into the ring)

Diamond Cage: You two ladies bickering back and forth about who’s better when the reality is, you’re both looked at as failures in your community. Shit they probably look at me as a failure back in Mexico or Spain or wherever the hell you guys come from, only difference is I don’t care. I lost in the tournament just like you two lost in the tournament, but I didn’t come out here to talk about it or compare who failed worse than the other. What I see is two welterweights, and I’m a welterweight myself so….. I see an opportunity. And I’m here to fight.

(DC drops his mic as the other two follow and they get into a stance until the arena turns black and a video appears on the projector screen)

(Suddenly, Osiris appears in front of what appears to be an empty woods)

Osiris: I’m glad you three men gathered together for this occasion. I saw this coming before you did. The voices in my head told me that my lust for more competition would soon be filled, and here we are. Three prime victims. I’m sure you are standing there, as confused as ever wondering what I am talking about, but I’ll let you in on a treat… I did myself a favor. One meeting with the man known as Talib Bari was all it took for him to respect The Vision, and the vision has landed myself in a match at REVOLT 1. The hard part is finding a willing victim, but it looks like I just found three of them. Alejandro, Diamond Cage, The Latin Assassin, you have just been summoned. Come face your fate. Make it out alive and you find yourself as the number one contender for the Welterweight Championship, but my victims never do… see you then.

(The screen fades to black)

(Commercial break)

Bella Braxton: The following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!

(“Hair of the Dog” by Nazareth hits as Nobi makes his way to the ring)

Bella Braxton: Introducing first, from Indonesia… weighing in at 215 pounds… NOBBBBBIIIIIII!!

(“No One is Untouchable” by Code Orange hits as Stone Murdock approaches the stage and confidently makes his way to the ring)

Bella Braxton: His partner, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada… weighing in at 215 pounds… STTTTTOOOOONNNNEEEEEE MMMUUUUUUURRRRRDDDDOOOOCCCCKKKK!!

James Peters: This… should be interesting. Parters tonight, opponents next week. Amazingly enough, this isn’t the first time these two have teamed up, it’s actually how they got to fight for the Middleweight Championship. They’ve had success before, can they do it again?

(“No Regrets” by Pusha T hits as Hurricane Hawk walks mid-way down the ramp before doing a pose)

Bella Braxton: And their opponents, first, from Oakland, California… weighing in at 239 pounds… HURRRRRIIIIICCCCCANNNNNNEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAWWWWWKKKKKKKKK!!

Rich Russillo: I only give them a chance because they’re going up against a team that ALSO will be opponents next Saturday. But if there’s anything I know about Hurricane Hawk, it’s that he always wants the victory, no matter the cost… whatever chance Murdock and Nobi do have, it’s a slim one.

(“Jerusalem” by Emerson, Lake & Palmer hits as Reginald Dampshaw III makes his way to the ring with the rest of The Chamber following behind)

Bella Braxton: And his partner, from Ryde, Isle of Wight, England… weighing in at 225 pounds… REEEGGGGGINNNNNNNALLLDDDD DAMMMMPPPPSSSSHHHAWWWWW THE THIRDDDD!!

James Peters: I think I’m gonna have to agree with you on that one, Rich…

(DING! DING! DING!)

James Peters: Here we go, a wild one this promises to be. Russillo… if you were in a position like this, forced to team with your opponent just a week before you’re to face them for a championship, what would you do?

Rich Russillo: … I’d get the win! C’mon what kind of question is that?! Momentum is momentum, Peters! You gotta take it how you get it!

James Peters: Nobi stepping into the ring for his team, Hawk and Dampshaw in the opposite corner with a bit of a staredown… finally Hawk extends his hand into the center, letting Dampshaw step in to meet Nobi where they lock up! Nobi with the early advantage, applying a headlock but Dampshaw quickly sends him backpedaling into the ropes, Nobi comes rebounding… DAMPSHAW GOES FOR AN UPPERCUT… BUT NOBI HAD IT SCOUTED, ABLE TO EVADE… NOW GRABBING THE ARM OF DAMPSHAW AND PUSHING HIM DOWN INTO THE CANVAS… WRENCHING THE ARM OVER HIS HEAD AND THEN SLAMMING IT DOWN INTO THE CANVAS!!

James Peters: Dampshaw making it back to his feet, Nobi meets him with a right hand, but Dampshaw fires right back with one of his own! Dampshaw now with a second… now a third! Starting to build a bit of momentum! He grabs Nobi and whips him into the ropes… OH LOOK!! STONE MURDOCK TAGS HIMSELF IN, MURDOCK TAGS HIMSELF IN BUT DAMPSHAW CAUGHT WIND OF IT!! BOTH MEN BEGINNING TO EXCHANGE BLOWS AS NOBI HEADS TO HIS CORNER… MURDOCK CAME IN HOT BUT DAMPSHAW ABLE TO KEEP PACE WITH HIM… DAMPSHAW GOES FOR A RIGHT BUT IT DOESN’T LAND, IT MISSES WILDLY AS MURDOCK DUCKS OUT OF THE WAY… DAMPSHAW’S MOMENTUM TOOK HIM FORWARD, AND MURDOCK WITH A DROPKICK RIGHT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!

Rich Russillo: Talk about whiplash! Dampshaw went down hard, and despite the look of indifference on Hawk’s face, you know he must have loved to see that!

James Peters: Dampshaw crawls over to the corner and uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet… MURDOCK COMES CHARGING, LOOKING MAYBE FOR ANOTHER DROPKICK, THIS ONE IN THE CORNER… BUT DAMPSHAW DUCKS OUT OF THE CORNER, EVADING THE DROPKICK!! HE CREEPS UP BEHIND MURDOCK… GERMAN SUPLEX!! Murdock pops back up to his feet… BUT DAMPSHAW WRESTLES HIM BACK DOWN TO THE CANVAS… NOW LIFTING HIM BACK UP… LOOKING FOR A SECOND GERMAN SUPLEX!! BUT NOBI’S ABLE TO LAND ON HIS FEET THIS TIME!!… AND HE COMES RUNNING WITH A KNEE, CRACKING IT INTO THE SKULL OF DAMPSHAW… BOTH MEN DOWN!!

James Peters: Both men extend their hands out to their partners, looking to make a tag… Hawk seems eager to get in this match, maybe on the same train of thought as my partner here, wanting that victory and that momentum heading into REVOLT 1!

Rich Russillo: Yes Peters! In other words… he wants to be smart!

James Peters: DAMPSHAW MAKES THE TAG TO HAWK, NOBI IS IN AS WELL, BOTH MEN RUSH INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING AND BEGIN EXCHANGING BLOWS… BACK AND FORTH, HAWK GETTING THE UPPER HAND… FORCING NOBI BACK INTO THE CORNER WHERE HE CONTINUES TO UNLOAD A FEW RIGHTS AND LEFTS, HE PULLS NOBI OUT OF THE CORNER AND LANDS A SWIFT KICK INTO THE MID-SECTION… HE LIFTS HIM UP, LOOKING FOR A VERTICAL SUPLEX… BUT NOBI ABLE TO GET THE REVERSAL, LANDING BEHIND HAWK AND A STOMP RIGHT TO THE BACK OF HAWK’S KNEE, BRINGING HIM DOWN!!… NOBI NOW GRABBING THE HEAD AND PIKING HAWK INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DDT!! Hawk is back to his feet, a bit slow… NOBI COMES CHARGING AND CONNECTS WITH A LARIAT, TAKING HAWK BACK DOWN!!

James Peters: Hawk back to his feet, this time a bit slower… NOBI GRABS HIM FROM BEHIND AND CONNECTS WITH A NECKBREAKER… AND NOW NOBI’S CALLING FOR IT!! HE GLANCES OVER TOWARDS HIS CORNER AND BEGINS CLIMBING UP TO THE TOP ROPE!! PERHAPS GOING FOR A SECOND NECKBREAKER, THIS TIME THE ONE HE LIKES TO HIT FROM THE TOP ROPE THAT HE’S PUT SO MANY AWAY WITH IN THE PAST… NOBI SETS HIMSELF… AND OH!! OH!! STONE MURDOCK JUST PUSHED HIM OFF THE TOP ROPE!!

Rich Russillo: HAHA BRILLIANT!!

James Peters: I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT WAS ALL ABOUT GAINING MOMENTUM?!

Rich Russillo: YEAH BUT STOPPING ANY MOMENTUM YOUR OPPONENT FOR NEXT SATURDAY MAY GET IS JUST AS SWEET!!

James Peters: NOBI STUMBLES BACK TO HIS FEET… RIGHT INTO A LEGACY CUTTER!! LEGACY CUTTER FROM HURRICANE HAWK!! THE COVER!!

Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… THREEEE!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(“No Regrets” hits as Hurricane Hawk gets to his feet and gets his arm raised in victory. He locks eyes with his partner and begins sporting a wide grin. Stone Murdock hops off the apron and begins walking up the ramp, leaving Nobi in the middle of the ring)

Bella Braxton: Your winners… REGINALDDD DAAAMMMMPPPSHHAAWWWW THE THIRD AND HURRRRRRRIIIIICAAANNNNEEEEEEE HAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWKKKKKKK!!

James Peters: Stone Murdock has just cost his teammate the victory!

Rich Russillo: Wrong again Peters, Murdock just cost his opponent the victory… BIG DIFFERENCE!

(Hawk and Dampshaw continue their staredown)

James Peters: They were able to co-exist tonight as the better team but there’s no love lost between these two! You can cut the tension with a knife… but it seems as if they’re gonna wait until REVOLT 1 to get physical!

Rich Russillo: You have a wondrous way with words Peters…

(The camera fades out into commercial)

(Commercial break)

(The camera returns from commercial to show Talib Bari sitting at his desk, headphones in his ears, bopping his head along to some music)

Talib Bari: I got the keys, keys, keys, keys, keys…

(Suddenly he’s interrupted as he looks up and sees Michael Bishop standing in front of him. He quickly removes his headphones and folds his hands across the desk)

Talib Bari: Ah yes, Mr. Bishop… how may I be of service?

Michael Bishop: Cut it Talib, look I would never tell you how to run your show but that business with Scott Diamond last week, suspending him… it was the wrong move.

Talib Bari: Oh really?

Michael Bishop: I’m not saying it wasn’t a justified decision, sure it was, the man ruined your show and the plans you have for the Heavyweight Championship… plans… I wasn’t involved in but that’s besides the point, but the point is… I know Scott Diamond, you know Scott Diamond… he’s not here because he loves wrestling, he couldn’t give less of a damn about it. He shows up once or twice a month for a few minutes, and then gets a big paycheck out of it. You played right into his hand by suspending him, you’ve given him exactly what he wanted!

Talib Bari: I’ve given him the opportunity to be home, while still getting paid…

Michael Bishop: EXACTLY! For any normal person, a suspension would be a punishment, for Scott Diamond, it’s a godsend. If you really want to punish him, you’ll reinstate him and put him to work, in a match with me at REVOLT 1.

(Talib Bari sits back and rubs his chin, pondering)

Michael Bishop: It won’t be for any championships, I know it won’t be the main event… it’ll be a standard one on one match up with no stakes and no glory… I can’t imagine something that would infuriate Scott Diamond more.

Talib Bari: Are you sure you wanna be in the ring with an infuriated Scott Diamond?

Michael Bishop: The last time I was, I almost kicked his head off… I’ll be fine.

Talib Bari: Alright then, you got it my guy! REVOLT 1, you versus Scott Diamond!

(Michael Bishop nods his head as Talib Bari sits back and grabs his headphones, putting them on again)

Talib: I got a bag for lawyers like–

(Camera quickly cuts out and fades back to ringside)

James Peters: Coming up next folks, it’s our main event! Impact versus Chris Elite!

(Commercial break)

(Camera fades back to ringside)

Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

(“Down and Out” by Camron feat. Kanye West hits as Chris Elite makes his way to the ring followed by Malcolm Jones)

Bella Braxton: Making his way to the ring first, from Brooklyn, New York… weighing in at 210 pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Malcolm Jones… CHRISSSSSSS ELLLLLLLLLLLIIITTTTTTEEEEEEEEE!!

James Peters: And for Chris Elite there’s so much on the line tonight, not just one match for him at REVOLT 1 but TWO! And one of them is our main event. A win here tonight will do so much for him heading into our first marquee event!

(“Can I Live” by Jay Z hits as the lights begin to flicker. Soon after Impact approaches the stage with DEDEDE at his side. He surveys the scene before continuing down the ramp)

Bella Braxton: And his opponent, from Seattle, Washington… weighing in at 240 pounds… being accompanied by DEDEDE…. IIIIMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPAAAAAACCCCCCCTTTTTTTT!!

Rich Russillo: But he’s not the only one in need of momentum! This is a preview of our tag team championship match for Saturday, a win here could go a long way!

(DING! DING! DING!)

James Peters: AND HERE WE GO! Elite and Impact circle the ring, getting a feel for each other… IMPACT MAKES THE FIRST MOVE, LUNGING TOWARDS ELITE BUT ELITE BACKS AWAY… NOW HE LUNGES FOR IMPACT, GOING LOW, GRABBING THE RIGHT LEG AND TRYING TO BRING HIM DOWN!! IMPACT STANDS HIS GROUND HOWEVER AND DELIVERS A HARD ELBOW ACROSS THE CROWN OF ELITE’S HEAD!! Elite gets back to his feet, stumbling back a little bit… IMPACT FLIES TOWARDS HIM… LOOKING FOR A CROSSBODY… BUT ELITE CATCHES HIM!! THAT’S A PRETTY IMPRESSIVE FEAT OF STRENGTH FROM THE WELTERWEIGHT… AND HE TOSSES HIM, A SCOOP SLAM RIGHT INTO THE CORNER!!

Rich Russillo: And you see Impact hit that turnbuckle hard, now on the mat flexing his knee… an injury tonight, so close from REVOLT 1 would be absolutely CATASTROPHIC!

James Peters: AND ELITE SEES THAT OPENING!! LITERALLY LEAPING ONTO THE LEG OF IMPACT, UNLOADING WITH HARD RIGHT HANDS… AND, I DON’T WANNA JINX ANYTHING BUT IN A SITUATION LIKE THIS IT’S WORTH POINTING OUT… IF AN INJURY WERE TO OCCUR, WHAT WOULD HAPPEN?! OBVIOUSLY THE MATCH WOULD BE CANCELLED BUT WOULD THE BLICKY BOYZ AUTOMATICALLY BE REWARDED THE TITLES?! I THINK THAT’S WHAT ELITE THINKS AS HE CONTINUES TO TARGET THAT LEG, NOW SWITCHING IT UP AND CHOOSING TO GO WITH ELBOWS INSTEAD OF FISTS!!

James Peters: Impact reaches out towards the ropes with both hands and he JUST gets a grip on them, now pulling himself towards the apron, the referee forcing Elite off him! Impact pulls himself out of the ring, plopping onto the floor, he’s in pain folks… there’s no doubt about that! Impact crawling over to the barricade, using it to pull himself to his feet… AND UH OH!! LOOK AT ELITE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!! ELITE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING, HIS FEET ARE DANCING… HE RUNS OFF THE ROPES… DIVING THROUGH THEM… OH BUT IMPACT!! IMPACT!! OH MY GOD!! IMPACT WITH THE EVISCERATION!! HE CAUGHT ELITE WHO WAS DIVING THROUGH THE ROPES WITH THE EVISCERATION… BUT IMPACT IS DOWN AS WELL!! CLUTCHING HIS KNEE AND SCREAMING IN AGONY!!… BOTH MEN ARE DOWN AND OUT… OH BUT MALCOLM JONES!! MALCOLM JONES LEAPING ON TOP OF IMPACT HERE, CONTINUING TO ATTACK THE LEG!! POUNDING INTO IT, THAT’S GONNA CAUSE A DISQUALIFICATION FOLKS!! THE REFEREE HAS NO OTHER CHOICE BUT TO CALL FOR THE BELL!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Rich Russillo: Well, Impact is gonna win this by disqualification but OH LOOK OUT!!

James Peters: DEDEDE COMES RUNNING FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RING, RIPPING MALCOLM JONES OFF OF IMPACT AND PUSHING HIM BACK!! JONES COMES FOR HIM… BUT DEDEDE WITH A SPEAR!! A SPEAR THAT TAKES JONES OUT!! DEDEDE NOW CHECKING ON HIS PARTNER, TRYING TO GET HIM BACK TO HIS FEET… BUT CHRIS ELITE FROM BEHIND IS STARTING TO STIR… AND OH LOOK, HE GRABBED A STEEL CHAIR FROM THE RINGSIDE AREA!! DEDEDE IS COMPLETELY UNAWARE!!… ELITE IS UP AND HE SWINGS THE CHAIR HARD RIGHT INTO THER BACK OF DEDEDE’S SKULL!! IT CONNECTS, A VICIOUS, CRACKING SOUND THAT REVERBERATES THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE ARENA!! DEDEDE GOES DOWN, MOST LIKELY FOR THE COUNT!!

James Peters: OH BUT WATCH OUT… IMPACT FROM BEHIND… HE SPINS ELITE AROUND, GOING FOR A SECOND EVISCERATION!!… BUT ELITE PUSHES HIM AWAY!!… BOX OFFICE SMASH!! GRAZING THE JAW OF IMPACT WHO TURNS AROUND… RIGHT INTO THE C-NOTE FROM MALCOLM JONES!!

Rich Russillo: PEOPLE GET SHOT EVERYDAY B!!

James Peters: THE BLICKY BOYZ HAVE JUST LAID WASTE TO THE LIQUID SWORDS!! THEY’RE STANDING TALL OVER TWO OF THE MOST DECORATED, DOMINANT COMPETITORS THIS INDUSTRY HAS EVER SEEN!!

(The Blicky Boyz are shown walking up the top of the ramp, smiling wide as the camera then pans over to show DEDEDE and Impact, both laying on the ground, only now starting to recover. The camera fades out and the REVOLT! logo buzzes)