Live on Pay per view
February 10, 2008
Las Vegas, Nevada

[The Sickness as performed by Richard Cheese and the Lounge Lizards (originally a Disturbed song) plays as images of Lucky Las Vegas flash over the screen, followed up with images of the TWN stars exiting their limousines and entering Caesar’s Palace.]

Jace Johnson: Welcome everyone to one of the most anticipated show of 2008. What an incredible and career changing show we have in store for you tonight.

Gannon Grimsley: This is definitely going to be a memorable show. In fact I remember that song sounding much better when Disturbed performs it.

Jace Johnson: Its all perspective Gannon, we’re in Vegas home of the lounge singers.

Gannon Grimsley: It’s also home of legal prostitution.

Jace Johnson: You would point that out. Anyway folks we have all title defenses on the show for you. First up is the TWN Television Championship: The Spartan versus Steve Mason.

Gannon Grimsley: Poor poor Steve Mason. I can’t believe they are going to make him wrestle.

Jace Johnson: It’s a legal stipulation that he is obligated to follow. It will be a very entertaining match up.

Gannon Grimsley: If the funny farm doesn’t come to take him away hee hee haa haa. I think he’s got a few screws lose, like more so than The Spartan.

Jace Johnson*chuckles*: Also on the card is a\the tag team championship triple threat match.

Gannon Grimsley: How is that possible with out Orlando Order?

Jace Johnson: Miss Sunny and Hunter McKay have made a business arrangement that lends Maxwell Bryant to replace Orlando for the evening.

Gannon Grimsley: So, basically, there are going to be three new tag teams wrestling?

Jace Johnson: I suppose that would be an accurate description as Category 5 will be debuting, as will the brothers Sabre and Kage, and if you consider Michael Law and Maxwell Bryant haven’t wrestled together as a team before it is like three new tag teams.

Gannon Grimsley: It’s going to be interesting for sure.

Jace Johnson: Lance Vegas will be fighting against his … significant other for the International Heavyweight Championship.

Gannon Grimsley: Mmmm jello.

Jace Johnson: Well spoken my friend.

Gannon Grimsley: That’s going to be one helluva messy match. Kinda like the Razor Cage match.

Jace Johnson: Vegas must agree with you Gannon. You sound more intelligent here. Indeed the Razor Cage is the nastiest, meanest, bloodiest match in TWN history, perhaps in the history of wrestling all together. But now… let’s get this show started!!!!

[The beginning of "Viva Las Vegas" as performed by ZZ Top starts to ring out through the crowd. The sounds of slot machines, coins clanging, poker dealer calling out bets fill the arena. Laser lights etch out TWN across the walls and ceiling of the area in Vegas style lettering, sparkles and bottle rocket-esque pyrotechnics cover the entrance ramp as oohs and ahhhs flow from the screaming crowd. As the lights settle down eight women in mini togas carry a gilded and curtained litter chair down the ramp.]

Gannon Grimsley: Oh, good lord in heaven, I see angels coming down the ramp.

Jace Johnson: I love Las Vegas!

[The showgirls set the litter down and make their way around the ring dancing showgirl style for the fans and then enter the ring to continue their performance. No movement comes from the litter.]

[The show girls twirl and kick and cascade around the ring. The fans go absolutely insane as an Elvis impersonator comes to the top of the ramp and slowly descends the ramp, dressed in the bejeweled white jump suit, the white scarf, and the big, gold sunglasses. He continues up to the center of the ring and continues to sing as the Greek style show girls fawn over Elvis.]

Jace Johnson: Unbelievable. Miss Sunny has really outdone herself with this kind of entertainment.

Gannon Grimsley: Half dressed women, Elvis, and wrestling. What under the stars could be better?

[The toga clad goddesses all roll out of the ring in sync and dance around to Jace and Gannon and then on around to the crowd. The ladies all line up in front of the litter with the closed curtain and start a kick line. The curtain moves slightly and an eye can be seen peering out at the girls kicking chorus line style. Elvis walks around the ring pointing to fans, gyrating his hips, giving the performance of his life.]

[The crowd jumps to their feet and screams with unrelenting joy! Elvis and the showgirls shake hands with the fans on their way out of the arena as Ellery Erie, also dressed in a long white toga, steps up to make her announcements.]

[Standard Match][TWN TV Title Match]

Ellery Erie: This bout is scheduled as a standard one fall match for the TWN Television title. First, from Lima, Ohio weighing in at 197 pounds, Steeeeevvveeeee Maasssoooonnnnn.

[The crowd boos. The litter starts to shake and move about but no one draws back the curtain to exit the golden lounge sedan. Ellery lifts an eyebrow as she gazed down toward the litter.]

Jace Johnson: Perhaps that is Steve Mason hiding inside the litter.

Gannon Grimsley: What the h*ll is a litter?

Jace Johnson: They come in many different forms and by different names, but basically it’s a chair that is carried on poles by people.

Ellery Erie: Ok… well… And your champion, weighing in at 210, from Sparta, Greece, accompanied by Devine Steel and boy……TTTTHHHHHEEEEEE SSSSPPPAARRTTTTAAANNNNNN!!!!

["Blow Me Away" by Breaking Benjamin plays and the audience POPS with excitement and cheers. Camera flashes light up the arena almost to the same intensity as the pyrotechnics going off around the ring. Two beautiful white stallions in battle armor prance through an opening in the crowd pulling a larger than usual golden chariot. The Spartan rides tall and proud in his highly polished war armor, bright red plume atop his helm, his crimson cloak flowing in the breeze behind him revealing his gold championship belt, his shield on one arm and spear in the other as he holds the reigns directing the chariot around the arena. With one arm locked through his, Devine Steel devastates the crowd with her regal beauty. Her hair is pulled up, tied and bound with gold ribbons as a few chestnuts tendrils escape around her face and neck. She wears a long white toga with gold cord encapsulating her waist and body. Solid bands of gold wrap around her biceps and wrists, and leather sandals on her feet. She certainly looks like the Queen of Sparta. Boy follows along behind the chariot throwing out Spartan tee shirts to the crowd.]

Jace Johnson: That man really knows how to make an entrance!! The crowd is in love with The Spartan and Devine Steel!

Gannon Grimsley: I don’t know about The Spartan but I’m definitely feeling like worshiping that goddess.

[Ellery exits the ring as Jason Miller enters. The Spartan takes off the gear unnecessary for battle in the squared circle and hands them to boy. He places them all carefully into the chariot and then leads the horses off. The Spartan hands the belt to Devine who offers it to the ref. The Spartan doesn’t enter the ring; instead he walks over to the litter and knocks very heavily on top of the box.]

Jace Johnson: I suppose The Spartan is tired of waiting for his opponent.

Gannon Grimsley: I’d like to see the beatings begin.

[After The Spartan knocks on the litter it begins to shake and shimmy, but no one exits. The Spartan looks around to the crowd with a wry grin with his arms extended as if to say *what’s going on*. The crowd starts chanting "Spartan, Spartan." He throws his head back, with hands on his hips and lets out a hearty laugh. He bangs on the top of the litter now with a closed fist. Again there is movement from within, but no one exits the box. The Spartan then rubs his beard thoughtfully with his finger and thumb, snaps his finger and holds it up in the air. *Aha* The Spartan grabs the carrying poles on one side and turns the litter almost upside down. Steve Mason comes tumbling out wearing a white silk scarf draped across his body, white trunks, a large set of wings, a quiver and a bow. The Spartan slaps his own knee and doubles over in laughter. Steve Mason looks panicked and runs around the ring looking for a hiding spot.]

Gannon Grimsley: That… aha.. is the funniest … hahaha… thing I’ve ever… haha.. seen!

Jace Johnson: It would seem that Eros, the Greek god of Love- Son of Aphrodite, has arrived just in time for Valentine’s Day.

Gannon Grimsley: Or just in time for a beating. That guy looks like an idiot.

[As Steve Mason runs around the ring he looks up and sees Devine standing in the middle of the ring with the ref. He stops and looks at her, holding his hands over his heart. The Spartan slowly walks up to behind Mason and grabs the straps for the wings and with one swift movement rips them off him, taking the quiver as well.]

Jace Johnson: The Spartan has clipped the wings of Eros.

Gannon Grimsley: Don’t you mean Steve Mason? I think you take this role playing thing too seriously Jace, I mean, seriously.

[After the ref inspects the gold belt he hands it back to Devine and suggests she leave the ring for safety purposes. Steve Mason stops in front of the announcers table and turns with a horrified look on his face. He literally cowers from The Spartan hunching over lifting the bow and his free arm over his head. The Spartan takes his bow and tosses it aside.]

Steve Mason: Wait, Spartan! Use your reason! Think of how defenseless I am! I beg you.

The Spartan: Ephialtes! You have come back to betray me again? This time you will not get the chance!

[The Spartan grabs Steve Mason by the hair and tosses him into the ring, Jason Miller calls for the bell. The Spartan crouches down in a tackle stance on one hand and down low to the mat. Just as Mason turns The Spartan launches into a running clothesline that hurls Mason backwards and almost flipping over another time. The Spartan turns around and grabs Mason by the hair, pulling him to his feet and then body slaming him into the mat. ]

Jace Johnson: This is going to be a really fast match. It looks like Mason isn’t even going to fight back.

Gannon Grimsley: It would appear that The Spartan has flipped his lid again. Who the heck is Ephialtes?!

Jace Johnson: He’s the hunch back traitor who betrayed the band of 300 Spartans.

Gannon Grimsley: Ohhhhh. I get it now. Thanks.

[The Spartan lets out a war cry *HOOOOOHAAAAAAA*, the crowd echo’s it back. Mason lets out his own battle cry then leaps onto The Spartan’s back. The Spartan reaches back to grab him but Mason is watching for that hand as it comes near; but Mason keeps avoiding it. After a few attempts The Spartan throws himself backwards crushing Mason with his body weight and the shock of the move.]

Gannon Grimsley: OH yea! Now that’s what I want to see.

Jace Johnson: Steve Mason tries to go on the offensive, but it backfires.

[Devine is outside the ring watching Mason very intently. The Spartan grabs one of Mason’s legs and rolls him up for the pin and Mason doesn’t fight it but Jason Miller points out that Mason’s other leg is beyond the ropes and the pin is null. The Spartan hops up having no issue honoring that request. Mason gets up and argues with the ref.]

Jace Johnson: I think this might be the first time in the history of the world that someone is yelling at the ref for not counting the pin.

Gannon Grimsley: I think Mason just doesn’t want to get beat up. I heard he got the crap kicked out of him over and over again for racial comments.

Jace Johnson: Well TWN frowns upon racism.

Gannon Grimsley: You’re always the diplomat aren’t you?

[The Spartan is hopping around side to side ready for action, but Mason is hiding behind the ref. Jason Miller keeps turning to try to come face to face with Mason to have him stop his actions but Mason keeps moving around. The Spartan tells the ref to duck and takes a swing; the ref moves just in time and Mason takes a fist to the jaw. *in slow motion* The cameras show Mason’s face turning with spit and a little blood flying from his face, his shoulders and arms slowly lifting up and starting to be propelled backwards and then *back to normal speed film* flies backwards landing on his back and sliding about 3 feet. *HOOO HAAAAA* is heard from the crowd. Devine is outside the ring shaking a victorious fist shouting *HOOOOHAAAA* with the audience.]

Gannon Grimsley: With a right hook like that maybe The Spartan was a boxer in a past life too?

Jace Johnson: This is just looking really bad for Mason.

[The Spartan quickly climbs the ropes to launch a flying head butt at Mason; however he brings his knees up just in time to catch The Spartan’s guts and flips him over onto his back. Mason jumps up quickly and lands an elbow drop to The Spartan’s midsection again. Devine is up on the edge of the apron encouraging Spartan to get up. Mason jumps quickly up and stares down at Devine with vicious intent in his eyes. He licks his lips and slides out of the ring and rubs his hands together walking towards Devine. She runs and Mason quickly gives chase as the ref starts the count out (.1).]

Gannon Grimsley: That kinda gives new meaning to girl chasing doesn’t it.

Jace Johnson: Oh I think Mason has seriously under-estimated his opponent. The Spartan is climbing to the top ropes. OH MY GOD, I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS. THE SPARTAN IS JUMPING OFF THE TOP TURN BUCKLE WITH A SUMMERSAULT! WHAM!

[The Spartan nails a flipping neck-breaker on Mason. (..2) Mason is not getting up. (…3) The Spartan goes to ask Devine how she is, she nods and smiles that she is okay. (….4) The Spartan picks up Mason and throws him into the ring and slides in just after. He drags him to the center of the ring. *HOOOOOOHAAAAAAA* from the fans. The Spartan scoops up Mason belly to belly and then drops him into his finisher, The Omen. The Spartan grabs Mason’s leg and screams *FFFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRR SSPPPPAAAAARRRRTTTTAAAAAAAAAAA* as he drive Mason back for the pin. (.1)(..2)(…3) ding ding ding.]

Gannon Grimsley: Wow, what a surprise. *feigns yawning*

Jace Johnson: Considering Steve Mason didn’t want to even get in the ring he lasted longer than expected.

[Ellery Erie and Devine Steel climb into the ring. The ref and Devine each hold one of The Spartan’s arms up in victory. Devine gives The Spartan back his gold. Ellery stands by Devine and takes the mic.]

Ellery Erie: Your winner and still champion of the TWN Television Title is .. TTTTHHHHEEEEEEE SSSPPPAAARRRRTTTAAAANNNNNN!!!!!

[The crowd goes wild. Steve Mason has come to and has been slowly inching his way across the mat to try to peek up the togas of the two women in the ring. Devine feels something move her toga to see Mason there; she screams and kicks him in the head. Mason rolls out of the ring and goes running out of the arena laughing like a mad man at top speeds.]

[Hunter & MJ McKay and are back in Hunter’s private dressing suite. Hunter is sitting while MJ is standing behind him rubbing his shoulders; whispering sweet words into her husband’s ear.]

MJ: Hunter, I love you.

Hunter: What do you want woman?

MJ: Can’t a wife just express her feelings for her husband without suspicion?

Hunter: I suppose it’s happened once or twice in history. *chuckles*

[She gives his hair a little tug and in one fluid motion he sweeps her off her feet and into his lap dipping her low to the floor.]

Hunter: What now Mrs. McKay? *smirks*

MJ: I suppose I am completely helpless and at your mercy. Do what you will.

Hunter: Well I don’t go on until the end of the

[Knock Knock]

MJ: Figures.

Hunter: You lack for nothing woman, don’t complain.

MJ: *mutters* …red fararri….

Hunter: What did you say?

MJ: Nothing, let me get the door.

[MJ opens the door to find Max, Sabre and Ivy standing there. She knows nothings going to happen now and stands back to allow them entrance and then closes the door after. She goes back and sits on the right arm of Hunter’s chair. He subconsciously rests his arm along her thigh patting her knee. MJ watches Ivy’s eye follow Hunter’s movements and then up to connect eye to eye; MJ gives a purposeful smile as she rests her hand on Hunter’s shoulder- establishing her "ownership" of Hunter. Ivy smiles and offers her a barely noticeable nod- explaining she will not invade her territory. It’s a woman thing.]

Hunter: So, what’s with the interruption? If you need money, mine’s all invested. *jab directed to Max*

Max: It’s Sunny. She’s really getting out of hand.

Hunter: Ha, your man handling her too Max? Man for a virgin she sure gets around.

[MJ nudges Hunter and giggles; Sabre and Ivy laugh as well. Max isn’t laughing.]

Hunter: Ok, what’s going on man? Are you having a hard time working for the "princess".

Max: Yea, you could say that. She threatened me.

Sabre: You don’t think you can take on Sunny?

[They all laugh again, except Max. Ivy walks over and entwines her arm through Max’s and rubs his bicep grinning at him, looking him up and down.]

Ivy: You sure look like your man enough to take on Sunny to me.

Max:*rolls eyes* No, I mean she threatened to suspend me if I use any "underhanded tactics" in the Triple Threat Tag Team match.

Sabre: Man, are you serious? She used those exact words?

Max: Yes, I’m serious. Does she have the ability to suspend me?

Hunter: Well, she does own TWN, at least the majority of it.

MJ: And technically you are working inside her stables as well; I think she can follow through with her threats.

Ivy: I am so tired of her power trips. She seems to be getting worse and worse. I mean who the hell is she that she can dictate morality to everyone else?

Hunter: Ya know, I’m really getting tired of her myself. I was hoping Dymond could bring her down a notch, but maybe it’s time for something more drastic.

Max: Like what?

Hunter: Well…let’s have some fun. I’m officially putting a bounty out on her v-card. Anyone that romances her outta her innocence gets $50k and when I retain the title they get a title shot. Spread the word will ya.

[MJ gasps. Hunter squeezes her knee quite tightly to let her know that now is not the time to interject her opinion.]

Ivy: Hunter McKay, I do believe I am going to enjoy my time in Revolution X. *giggles*

Sabre: Damn, I wouldn’t mind being a cherry poppin’ daddy. *chuckles*

MJ: Ivy, don’t you need to get ready for your match?

Ivy: Yes, it’s about that time. I plan on bringing back the international title to Rev X. No offence Sabre sweetie.

Sabre: Oh... ouch... I feel so offended. Maybe you could make it up to me somehow? *winks*

Ivy: I bet I could. You fellas want to escort lil’ ol’ Ivy to the ring?

MJ: Oh that sounds like a marvelous idea.

[MJ gets up and opens the door to help usher the trio out. Hunter knows exactly what MJ is doing.]

Hunter: Show some Revolution X style out there Ivy.

Ivy: Don’t worry, I plan on it.

[MJ shuts the door and leans hard against it staring at Hunter with a look of disbelief.]

[Lance Vegas is leaving his dressing room for his backstage interview wearing his blue tights with sequenced letters LV while he wears the belt around his waist. He can hear the laughter of Poison Ivy echoing off the concrete walls. A smile crosses his lips. The sting of the fight they had previously had over Georgio was more than he thought he could accept. He was in love with her; there was no doubt about it. The diamond solitaire in his hotel room would secure his relationship with her. Then he would never have to worry about Georgio Sunrise or anyone else! He followed the sound of her laughter and the scent of her perfume; which befittingly was Poison by Christian Dior. His mind was intoxicated by thoughts of the two of them alone, away from all this, away from all other men, just the two of them alone as he carelessly walked down the corridor. His mind snapped to attention when he bumped shoulder to shoulder into Max who was furiously dialing his cell phone.]

Maxwell: Move it *sshole!

Lance: Up yours!

[Max kept right on moving. Lance turned the corner to see Sabre leaning over Ivy who was pressed into the wall; both looking quite pleased with each other. Her fingers tracing the outline of his "six pack" while whispering words that were familiar to his own ears. It suddenly became hard for him to breath… hard to think… hard to hear over the throbbing and ache of his heart shattering into a million irregular pieces. He turned quietly and walked away from the lusty scene. All he wanted was the solitude of his dressing room at the moment.]

Aaron Snow: Hey! Just the man we’re looking for. Come on guys let’s get these camera’s rolling.

Lance: Oh… uh.. yea.. the interview.

Camera man: Dude, Ivy and Sabre are in the hallway swapping spit man, wouldn’t you rather I film that??? *evil chuckle*

Snow: Lance, you’re looking kind of pale, are you ok?

Lance: Lance Vegas is ALWAYS OK! Roll the f*cking cameras.

Camera man: Whoa, dude, just a second and its all yours. *gives Snow the cue cameras are rolling*

Snow: Lance Vegas you’ve taken TWN by storm and fast become a fan favorite. What do you attribute that to?

Lance: I’d have to say it was attributed to my vast talent and expertise in the wrestling ring. The only reason I’m not going for Hunter’s title tonight is that Sunny gave me a choice to fight in the tournament or go for the International title. I did it for Sunny. Lance Vegas is a very generous man. And Sunny is such a sweet girl very COMMITTED and FAITHFUL to her beliefs.

Snow: That’s definitely true about the sole owner of TWN. She is steadfast in her beliefs. So what do you anticipate happening in the Jello match tonight? Are you excited about it?

Lance: I anticipate keeping my title. Poison Ivy might be used to swallowing and wallowing around in sticky stuff but brawn will always conquer. She is going to be left humiliated in a pool of green Jello.

Snow: Your attitude seems to have changed towards Ivy. Why?

[A giggle and a gasp can be heard from around the corner. Lance fumes even more.]

Lance: It’s like this. TWN is filled with a lot of boring and worthless talent. Sunny brought me here to be the SAVIOR of TWN. I’m not going to be held back by anyone.

Snow: Sounds like… your psyc’ed up for this match tonight. Do you have anything special planned to give you an edge in the match?

Lance: Lance Vegas is immortal! I don’t need gimmicks! I don’t need special plans! I won’t CHEAT the fans out of their moment of pleasure! I will give them what they want and deserve like only Lance Vegas can. I am a wrestling god!!!!!!!!!!

[With those final words spoken Lance shoves the camera man out of the way and storms off down the labyrinth of hallways to find some solitude. The camera man and Aaron Snow just laugh off Lance’s self imposed deity status, but another figure in the hallway doesn’t appear to be laughing. From the shadows emerges an unfamiliar masculine face shaking his head. He follows Lance down the hallway that leads to the catwalk above the arena. His black trench coat flowing past the screen fades to black.]

Hunter: I don’t want to hear it MJ.

MJ: You need to hear it Hunter. Your bounty will not turn out like you want it to.

Hunter: Listen MJ. I don’t want that little girl. I just want someone to take the wind out of her sails. Bring her down a notch or five.

MJ: Hunter, I’m not kidding with you about my psychic abilities. Sunny’s going to be in danger.

Hunter: I said romance, not rape.

MJ: Hunter, please listen to me. I’m not a fan of hers by any means but I can see..

[A cart full of metal chair crashes into the wall outside Hunter’s dressing room and an enormous clatter sounds out over MJ’s voice. All that is seen is her expressing something serious to Hunter.]

Hunter: Listen MJ. I am the head of Revolution X. I am the Universal Heavyweight Champion. I am your husband and therefore head of your life. When I want your opinion I’ll give it to you. Don’t interfere!

MJ: I’m not trying to interfere; I’m trying to protect you.

Hunter: I’m the protector and you are the protected. You live in a big beautiful house, you have all the money you could want to spend, you go on vacations all over the world….I give you everything you could ever need and want. Sit down and be a good QUIET wife. I left something in the rental car. I’ll be back.

[MJ starts to speak up but he slams the door after walking out. MJ quietly sits down in the chair Hunter had recently occupied, feeling unsure of how to react.]

Triple Threat Universal Tag Team Championship

[Standard Rules] [2 pinfalls] [Title Match]

Gannon Grimsley: Well this next match promised to be a lot more brutal than the first one.

Jace Johnson: The last match was one man trying to get out of the ring, this one is going to be six men trying to get into the ring.

Ellery Erie: This next match is scheduled for TWO falls and it is for the TWN Universal Tag Team Championship. In this match one member of each opposing team must be pinned to win the titles. Making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 625 pounds...the team of KAGE AND SABRE.

[Vigil by Lamb of God plays as the two brothers make their way to the ring. Arms extended in the air pronouncing their coming victory. The crowd gave a 50/50 mix of cheers and jeers. The girls are fawning and screaming for Sabre. Kage has his own following of fans as well cheering for the giant man. Once they reach the ring, it is only a step up as they arrive.]

Jace Johnson: Hunter McKay has told Sabre that it will be either Kage or Revolution X. Right now it looks like Sabre may be putting blood first.

Gannon Grimsley: That’s just stupid. Doesn’t he know that Hunter’s blood is so much better?

[The arena blacks out as Ellery prepares to make the next introduction.....Thunderstruck by AC/DC comes in and flashes of light and sounds of thunder begin to fill the arena.]

Ellery Erie: Our next competitors weigh in tonight at a combined weight of over 700 pounds. They are Dark Thunder and Flash Lightning..........CATEGORY FIVE!!!

[Cameras create a strobe effect from all over the arena as two bolts of lightning strike opposite ring posts. Category Five is in the ring where the lightning struck. They start attacking Sabre and Kage just as the lights come back up.]

Jace Johnson: The match hasn’t even started yet and these men are beating the crap out of each other.

Gannon Grimsley: Well, when you’re as big as Category Five do you really need to wait for a puny bell to tell you when to fight?

[Ellery leaps out of the ring as the big men go at it. Dark Thunder knocks Kage to the ground with a clothesline while Sabre knocks flash Lightning for a loop. Nobody stays down very long. Max and Michael run down the ramp skipping the introduction and slide into the ring. Sunny follows quickly thereafter. The ref calls for the bell and ducks out of the way of the flying fists as each man has found an opponent to beat on. ]

Gannon Grimsley: What in the world are those guys wearing? Holy crap Sunny is wearing the same thing?

Jace Johnson: Well, the match card has them billed as Maximum Law; the combination team of Maxwell Bryant and Michael Law.

Gannon Grimsley: Cargo style parachute pants? Combat boots? Even black tank tops? Well, Sunny looks pretty good in that skin tight black tee shirt, much nicer than the wife beaters. It’s almost like an entirely new tag team was formed right under our noses.

Jace Johnson: Well, in a way that is what happened. From what I understand Sunny wanted these two to be on the same page for the title defense and this was a logical step in making that happen. Even the backs of the shirts say "maXimum LAW". I think that’s a very nice gesture towards Revolution X and Max.

[The ref is having a hard time keeping order in this match up. None of the men are willing to leave the ring and take a corner. Dark Thunder picks up Kage and tosses him into a turnbuckle. Max and Michael double team Flash Lightning for a double suplex. Sabre stands back and watches the carnage unfold.]

Gannon Grimsley: Sabre’s being smart by letting everyone else fight. He doesn’t have to do anything.

Jace Johnson: Well, he’s the only one willing to go stand in his corner right now, but I don’t think is has anything to do with smarts. If he helps his brother he might be kicked out of Revolution X. If he attacks Max, well, the same might happen.

Gannon Grimsley: So, he’s basically one man with two wives. I’ve been there.

Jace Johnson: I’m sure you have. Well, it looks like Mr. Mainstream is also heading to his corner. After all...if he doesn’t play it straight by the rules tonight....he gets suspended.

Gannon Grimsley: I don’t understand why he’s out here anyway. What does he care if Law and Order retain the titles?

Jace Johnson: I think it might have something to do with pride.

Gannon Grimsley: Pride is for chumps. He needs to protect his neck.

[Dark Thunder tells Flash to take his corner and he does. The Three legal men are Michael Law, Dark Thunder, and Kage. Dark Thunder takes a swing at Michael Law, but Law rolls out of the way and Kage gives Dark Thunder a big boot to the jaw. Dark Thunder doesn’t look to hurt and makes a break for Kage. Kage steps aside and Dark Thunder goes shoulder first into the turnbuckle. He pulls out of the predicament and turns around only to have Kage grab his throat. Kage lifts Dark Thunder up, but gets taken out at the knee with a low chop block by Michael Law. Kage let’s go of Dark Thunder and DarkThunder lands on his feet. Law back away yet again as Dark Thunder picks up Kage and delivers a devastating powerbomb. Dark Thunder goes for the pin. 1.........2.......Michael Law kicks Dark Thunder in the head to break the pin. Dark Thunder once again looks more irritated at the blow than hurt. Sunny is pointing at Michael and yelling something at him.]

Gannon Grimsley: Dark Thunder is a MONSTER!

Jace Johnson: It certainly seems that way. No matter what anybody throws at him he just takes it and moves on.

Gannon Grimsley: Did you see the way he just man handled Kage? It was almost like Kage was a rag doll. Speaking of dolls, Sunny is looking pretty angry herself.

[Dark Thunder stalks Michael Law. Law backs up a little and notices Kage has gotten up and moved to his corner. The ref looks at Kage and Sabre who make a legal tag and at that moment Michael delivers a blow to the groin of Dark Thunder. Sunny is screaming at Michael Law and he is screaming back at her.]

Jace Johnson: That was a blatant low blow. I thought Law was on the side of order.

Gannon Grimsley: Yeah, they’re a team. Law AND Order.

Jace Johnson: I meant....oh never mind. Law got away with that one and Dark Thunder is on the ground for the first time. I couldn’t imagine how that felt.

Gannon Grimsley: Then you’ve never had an ex-wife.

[Sabre storms into the ring and knocks down a distracted Law. Sabre goes down to the mat and pins Dark Thunder....1.....and a kickout. Law is back on his feet and picks up Sabre to his feet. Just as Law is about to punch Sabre’s lights out, Sabre motions toward Dark Thunder and then to Law, and then to himself.]

Gannon Grimsley: I don’t know if I have ever seen Sunny that angry before.

Jace Johnson: I wouldn’t want to be Michael Law right now. Wait, what’s this? Is Sabre suggesting they work together to take out Dark Thunder?

Gannon Grimsley: Well, that’s smart. Neither of them could really take him on one on one.

[Law nods in agreement and they pick up Dark Thunder. They slingshot him into the ropes where Flash Lightning makes a blind tag. Dark Thunder double clotheslines Michael and Sabre to the ground and Flash Lightning enters the ring. Flash picks up Law and throws him onto his shoulder and then drops to his knees to send his shoulder flying into Law’s back. Flash gets to his feet and prepares to do it again when Sabre spears him out of nowhere. Michael rolls out of the way and gives Max a tag. Max enters the ring and heads to Flash while Sabre goes to tag out. Flash is up in a heartbeat and tackles Max.]

Gannon Grimsley: Sabre was still pretty fresh. Why would he tag out when one of his opponents is a teammate and the other was on the ground?

Jace Johnson: I think you answered your own question with that one Gannon. Sabre doesn’t want to face Max in the ring.

Gannon Grimsley: You’re right. Hunter might not be too happy to see two of his finest associates having a go in the ring.

[Flash is laying a fist into Max’s skull. Kage pulls Flash off of him though and tosses him to the side. Max lifts his foot to kick Kage but stops short. Kage starts stomping on Max’s leg and then chest. Flash Lightning approaches the scene and also starts kicking a downed Maxwell Bryant. Max grabs the ropes and slides out under the bottom rope leaving Kage and Flash Lightning in the ring. Sunny goes to check on Max who, in turn, pushes her away. They look at each other and then lock up. Flash gains the advantage and gives Kage a nasty ddt. Flash goes for the pin.1.......2........kickout. Flash attempts to pick up Kage but Kage hits an uppercut sending Flash reeling. Kage finds himself heading backwards into Law’s corner and Law grabs Kage’s head and pulls it backwards onto the ropes as he falls off the apron. Kage bounces off the ropes and Flash Lightning is there. Flash hits Lightning Strikes and goes for the pin.1.......2..........3.]

Jace Johnson: Well, Category five have taken an early lead in this one. All they have to do is score a pinfall on Maximum Law to become the tag team champions.

Gannon Grimsley: It looks like Max is still out of it from having a mudhole stomped into him by two giants. What single man in his right mind would push away Sunny?

[Max is groggy as he slowly gets back into the ring. Flash approaches him with victory in mind. Law is back on the apron. Flash picks up Max and sets him up for a piledriver. Law leaves the corner and enters the ring. Law sends a dropkick right into the back of Max. This knocks Flash onto his back with Max covering him.1.......2.........Flash kicks out. The ref sends Law back to his corner. Sunny climbs up on the apron to get as close to face to face as she can. They exchange words; Sunny throws her hands up in the air and exits the arena.]

Gannon Grimsley: What is going on with Michael Law? It almost seems he like he just gets cooler and cooler every week.

Jace Johnson: For some reason he has taken a liking to bending the rules.

Gannon Grimsley: It’s a title match Jace. You have to do what it takes to retain.

Jace Johnson: Sunny has left ringside that can’t be a good sign for Michael Law.

[Max moves away from Flash. Kage is on his feet and moves once again towards Flash. Kage slingshots Flash into Sabre’s corner. Flash has the presence of mind to hit Sabre right before he makes impact. Once Flash does, Kage runs back into the ropes, but Law bounces down and pulls the top rope down sending Kage flying out of the ring. Max sneaks up on Flash and hits his Fall Out finisher. Max goes for the pin but Dark Thunder enters the ring and breaks it up.]

Jace Johnson: That would have surely gotten the 3 count right there.

Gannon Grimsley: Dark Thunder saved his partner and now the ref is berating for it. He should be rewarded for being such a good team mate.

[Max gets up and climbs to the top rope of the empty corner and eyes Flash Lightning intently. Max is calling him to get up. Kage slides back into the ring and rushes Max on the ropes, but Max is already flying through the air and hits his Name Dropping finisher across the neck of Kage. Max goes for the pin; Sabre is trying to get into the ring. 1.......2.......3..........Sabre got Kage’s leg under the rope but just a second too late.]

Jace Johnson: A split second too late on Sabre’s part and now his team is really suffering. Both of the other teams already have a pin against his.

[Flash Lighting makes it to his feet and Max rolls to his corner and makes the tag to Michael Law. Flash attempts a clothesline but misses as Law ducks and kicks him in the back of the legs. Flash grabs his leg and Law starts to stomp on it without mercy. Flash is in agony as his leg is worked on relentlessly. Law finally backs off long enough for Flash Lightning to get up. Law holds him close and attempts a belly to belly, but Flash won’t let that happen and instead reverses it giving him a powerful belly to belly of his own. Flash makes his way over to his corner and tags in Dark Thunder. ]

Gannon Grimsley: A fresh Dark Thunder can’t be a good thing, Jace.

Jace Johnson: Especially if he is as angry as he looks right now.

[Dark Thunder grabs Michael Law and powerbombs him not once, not twice, but three times before going for the pin.1.......2.........somehow Law manages to grab the rope. Kage is up and tags out. Sabre storms the ring with fury as he gives DARK THUNDER a running bulldog. Sabre picks up Law and delivers the Sabre Slash.1........2...........3.]

Jace Johnson: Sabre is yelling at Kage.

Gannon Grimsley: He’s just letting his brother know how it’s done. He just single handedly put his team back into this match with that pinfall.

Jace Johnson: Yes, but now he has to pin Dark Thunder to win the belts, and that won’t be an easy task.

[Sabre leaves Law alone as he targets Dark Thunder. Dark Thunder is on all fours and Sabre delivers a gut wrenching kick to the ribs. DARK THUNDER rolls away and tries to get to his feet. Dark Thunder starts looking angrier and angrier. Sabre walks up to Dark Thunder and waits for him to stand. They get nose to nose. Dark Thunder head butts Sabre and Sabre head butts him back. Both men are bleeding from the nose now. Dark Thunder grabs Sabre by the throat, but Sabre kicks him in the stomach. Sabre attempts to pick up Dark Thunder, but Dark Thunder elbows him in the back of the head. Flash Lightning removes the padding from the turnbuckle and Dark Thunder irish whips Sabre into it. Sabre bounces off and grabs his back. Dark Thunder is waiting for him and nails his LIGHTS OUT finisher.]

Jace Johnson: Law is still down. Dark Thunder is going for the pin. 1.....2.......WHAT THE HELL!!

[Kage sneaks up behind Max and nails him in the back with a steel chair. The ref sees this and stops the count. The ref leans outside the ring and tells something to Ellery. Ellery grabs her microphone and makes the announcement.]

Ellery Erie: Ladies and gentlemen. As the result of a disqualification...the winners of this match are Michael Law and Maxwell Bryant!

[Dark Thunder looks furious. Kage slips into the ring and takes a swing at Dark Thunder’s head, but Dark Thunder punches the chair square into Kage’s face. Flash Lightning and Dark Thunder leave the ring area looking incredibly perturbed.]

Jace Johnson: Can you believe it? Category 5 got screwed out of the tag titles.

Gannon Grimsley: I can’t argue that one. Kage just spoiled the whole thing because he has to be some psycho.

Jace Johnson: Well, Sabre is stirring and it looks like he just realized what happened.

Gannon Grimsley: He’s being a tremendous sport about it. He’s helping his brother Kage up.

[Sabre picks up Kage and holds his arm up in the middle of the ring. He then hugs his brother for a second and follows it with a spinebuster in the middle of the ring. Sabre holds up the Revolution X sign in the air and leaves the ring. He picks up Max and carries him fireman style up the ramp.]

Jace Johnson: He made his decision! Sabre is sticking with Revolution X!

[Roughly 25 minutes later MJ’s cell phone rings. She looks at the caller ID and quickly answers.]

MJ: I’m sorry honey. I love you. You alone are everything I could ever want and need. I don’t need the beautiful house you have given me. I don’t need the money. I don’t even need a red Ferrari…all that I need is you.

Hunter: Spoken like the good wife that you are. Now back to why I called. The security guards are not around and I’m locked out of the damn building in the garage. Come let me in this building now.

[MJ dashes down the hallway to open the door to the garage. She doesn’t see Hunter standing at the door waiting so she exits the building and starts to look around for him.]

MJ: Hunter…?

Hunter: Over here woman. Hurry your *ss up.

[MJ turns the corner to see her husband leaning against a red convertible 2008 Ferrari F430 GT California, twirling the keys. MJ’s jaw drops.]

Hunter: Save that relaxed jaw for tonight. Hop into your Valentine’s present and let’s take a test ride.

[MJ runs and jumps into his arms kissing his face all over; Hunter is laughing and holding her tightly. A long passionate kiss is shared.]

Hunter: I love you baby.

MJ: Hunter, you are everything and I mean everything I could ever want.

Hunter: Get in. It has a 4.3 liter V8 direct injection engine, has an F1 "Superfast" sequential-shift gearbox, and

MJ: Just tell me what I need to know. *giggles*

Hunter: It has hands-free cell phone, stereo, and gps and it goes from 0 to 60 in less than 4 seconds. And if I ever hear of you going 195 mph I’ll take it away. You got me?

MJ: Hell yes I got you. Get in lets go for a ride.

Hunter: You know my rule sweet cheeks.

MJ: Yes, I do hate your rule, but I meant the Ferrari this time.

[Just as he reaches for the passenger door his cell phone rings.]

Hunter: What do you want? … Yep. I’ll be right there.

MJ: Nooooo……

Hunter: Sunny wants to negotiate the stocks and I’m not missing my chance to take some of TWN from her. Listen MJ, I want you to take a nice long ride because I don’t want you to be there for the Razor Cage match.

MJ: Is that why you’re giving me the car now? To keep me away from the match?

Hunter: Not exactly. But I’m serious, I don’t want you there.

MJ: Neither wild horses or 450 horse power will keep me away from you Hunter. I want to be there to support you.

Hunter: I said No M. I don’t want you to see the blood that’s going to spill. Don’t make me take away your new car before you get to enjoy it. Go for a ride, enjoy the tunes and be back when the match is over.

MJ: Well, I promise you I will be there for you when the match ends.

[Hunter walks around and kisses her softly on the lips.]

Hunter: Happy Valentine’s Day doll.

[As Hunter gives his speech on speed and the car to MJ, Sunny is in her office talking on her cell phone with a soft smile on her face. A stagehand knocks on the door to the office and pokes his head in.]

SH: Miss Sunrise, Lance Vegas is being interviewed right now and will be heading to the ring in 10 minutes.

Sunny: Thanks for letting me know. Tell him I’ll be there in 5 minutes.

[She returns to her phone call.]

Sunny: Ok. So what I’ll do then is make the deal at 10% of the shares and I’ll have them transferred to you, then you can do whatever you have to do transferring them to Hunter. I don’t really care how.

Sunny: It was really nice talking to you again. I’m so glad you called when you did.

Sunny: Ok. See you soon.*smiles*

[Sunny was just finishing her phone call with her back to the door just as Hunter McKay entered the office. Sunny is still dressed in the black cargo pants, black combat boots, and tight black tee shirt sporting the maXimum LAW logo on the back.]

Hunter: Oooh, I like the Logo. Very Revolution X-ish, are you thinking of coming over to the dark side?

Sunny: Hardly.

Hunter: Hm, well you better make this worth my time. I was in the middle of something important.

Sunny: Nice to see you too Hunter. Ok let’s just get right to it then shall we. First of all I appreciate you allowing Max to complete the card and secondly well… I don’t really have anything else to be thankful for from you.

Hunter: Revenues.

Sunny: Mhm. Lets get to business shall we. What do you want, specifically?

Hunter: I want 25 percent and I want to not have to defend my title again until the next pay per view.

Sunny: You mean IF you retain the title tonight?

Hunter: When, not IF.

Sunny*pauses for a moment*: I’m not really good at this negotiating stuff and I’m shorter on time than I anticipated. I think that is two VERY large orders you have and I don’t believe I will be giving you both. You get 10 percent and IF you win the title you don’t have to defend again until the March ppv. That’s my final offer.

Hunter: You’re not trying to take advantage of poor lil’ ol’ Hunter because the match is over, and successful I might add.

Sunny: No, Mr. McKay I would never do that. My word is good. I just want to remind you that verbal contracts are legally binding and that all I have to do is give you 1 percent to keep my end of the bargain, but I’m offering Revolution X 10 percent. Take it or leave it.

Hunter: You’ve got balls Sunny. I’ll take it. I would have been happy with 5 percent but I overheard you on the phone saying you’d give me 10. *laughs*

[Stagehand returns in a panic.]

SH: Miss Sunrise. We can’t find Lance Vegas.

Sunny: I thought you just told me he was being interviewed.

SH: He was and then he stormed off.

Sunny: Did you check the rest rooms?

SH: Yes.

Hunter: You wanna bargain for another member of Revolution X Sunny? I’m open for offers. *laughs again*

Sunny: I think you should spend a little of your income on getting a sense of humor.

Hunter: Hey it’s a matter of opinion. I personally find myself extremely humorous… and witty… and intelligent… and handsome.

Sunny: Well, that makes one of us.

Hunter: You know what you need Sunny.

Sunny: What do you think I need Hunter McKay?

Hunter: A boyfriend. I’m sure you’re still hurt that you scared off two men in the same day, but I’m going to set you up on a few blind dates. *smirks* Maybe you’ll find true love like MJ did.

Sunny: Oh thank you cupid you are so kind and wonderful. *mocks him* I really have better things to be doing with my time. If you’ll excuse me…

[Sunny walks out without waiting for his response.]

[Standard Match] [Title Match]

International Heavyweight Championship

[The ring has been lined with a shallow clear pool slightly smaller than the size of the ring with just enough room to walk around the edges of the ring. It is filled nearly to the top with bite sized cubes of green jello. Ellery Erie climbs up the steel steps and takes off her sandals just before she climbs into the ring. She hikes up the hem of her toga and holds it to the side and sloshes through the green jello. Julio Hernandez is there as well dressed in the typical striped referee shirt but is clothed in shorts and no shoes; he follows Ellery into the pool.]

Jace Johnson: I’m not exact sure what to say about that interview with Lance Vegas earlier.

Gannon Grimsley: It must be a full moon or something. He’s acting like all of the other looney tunes in TWN.

Jace Johnson: More than one wrestler has cracked under the pressure. Maybe Lance has reached that point.

Gannon Grimsley: More like surpassed it. A wrestling god?

Jace Johnson: Well the match is all set up and ready to go.

Gannon Grimsley: I don’t know if I’m more excited about seeing Ivy in the jello or the Razor Cage match tonight.

Jace Johnson: Well try to contain yourself will you? Looks like the lovely Miss Erie is about to start the announcements.

Ellery Erie: This "Las Vegas" inspired green jello match *crowd pops with excitement* is scheduled for one fall with standard rules. The winner of this... green jello match *crowd pops again with excitement* will become the TWN International Heavyweight Champion! First to the ring hailing from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 128 pounds… POOIISSSOOONNNNN IIIIVVVVVYYYYYYY!!!!!!

[Poison by Alice Cooper emanates throughout the jam packed arena. Green laser lights spell out Poison Ivy with a vine like font across the walls and green pyros go off at the top of the ramp. Poison Ivy sashays to the ring arm in arm with Sabre. She’s wearing a green bikini and her black velvet trench coat. She receives a mix of boos, whistles and cat calls from the crowd. There’s a push of men toward the guard rail hoping to the be one Ivy singles out for her traditional kiss, but this time Ivy kisses man after man after man on her way to the ring but her final kiss lands on the lips of Sabre. Ivy climbs into the ring and eases up next to Julio Hernandez asking for his assistance in removing her coat. He blushes as he helps her take it off. Gannon Grimsley jumps up from the table and runs over to the side of the ring closest to Ivy and offers to hold her coat for her. She takes it from Julio and bends over from the waist to hand Gannon her coat; "accidentally" bumping the ref’s lap with her bikini clad bottom.]

Jace Johnson: I can’t believe you just did that.

Gannon Grimsley:*winded from dashing back* What?

Ellery Erie: And now, from right here in Las Vegas Nevada *the cheers are deafening*, weight in at 220 pounds and your current TWN International Heavyweight Champion being accompanied to the ring by his manager Tequila Sunrise…. LLLLAAAANNNNNCCCEEEEE VVVEEEGGGAAASSSSSS!!!

[Animal I have become by Three Days Grace hits the arena and the crowd continues with their screams of affection. Laser lights simulate Neon Signs all over the area flashing the word "Vegas" until all of the lights suddenly converge on the top of the ramp. No one is there.]

Ellery Erie: *ahem* LLaannncceee Veeggassss!

[A slightly less enthusiastic cheer rises from the crowd, all eyes at the top of the ramp. Slowly a very distraught Sunny appears on the ramp and makes the decent. Sunny climbs the ropes and starts talking to Julio Hernandez. Ellery Erie is looking around uncertain of what to do next. Ivy looks irritated. Ellery furrows her brow and starts looking around. She looks to the left, to the right, and then looks at her shoulder. A crimson stain is quickly disbursing through the absorbent fibers of the toga she is wearing. Slowly she looks up. She screams!!!! Everyone looks up to see Lance Vegas dangling by his feet from a rope, blood dripping from his mouth. Everyone gasps and stares in horror.]

Gannon Grimsley: Oh My Gawd!

Jace Johnson: Somebody get him down from there NOW!!! What a horror, what a tragedy.

Gannon Grimsley: Someone get the EMTS!!

[Finally someone reaches the rope and starts to lower Lance to the ring. Tarot cards begin to rain down from the origin of the rope, all of them "The Fool". Ellery leaves the ring and sits down at the announcers table. Sunny’s knees start to buckle and she catches herself on the ropes. Sabre walks over to where Sunny is and takes her hand to help her down from the ring. She watches in horror as the gold belt slips off of Lance and plummets into the green jello. Ivy leans over to whisper in the ear of the ref who collects the belt and hangs it over the side of a turn buckle. Finally Lance is deposited face up and unconscious into the jello. Sunny sees his pale face and faints; Sabre catches her before she hits the arena floor.]

Jace Johnson: Fans…this is a very somber moment here. EMTs are making their way backstage at this very moment. Things are not looking good for Lance Vegas.

Gannon Grimsley: I really don’t like him, but I don’t wanna see things go down like this.

[Sabre picks up Sunny and carries her backstage to her office. Ivy looks around taking in everything that is going on and then starts caressing the arm of the ref. Ivy says a few more things to he ref who looks around the arena and up the ramp and then, much to the shock of the fans, calls for the bell. Ivy sloshes into the jello and knees down to place a hand on Lance’s barely moving chest and the ref claps out the three count. (.1) (..2) (…3) He turns and calls for the bell again. Ellery sits motionless and in shock.]

Jace Johnson: It seems… Ivy is the new International Heavyweight Champion.

[The ref holds her hand up in victory. The crowd boo’s. Ivy grabs the belt and walks up the ramp with her head held high. EMTs come racing down the ramp at this point. Ivy speaks to one of the EMTs. A fan that could read lips translated her words as, "I’ve gotten what I needed from him, and he’s all yours now."]

Jace Johnson: Finally they are in the ring and …wait…the thumbs up from the rescue team says he is still breathing. I can not believe that Poison Ivy would stoop that low to take advantage of the situation. Regardless she is now our new Champion and that returns the belt back to Revolution X since she accepted the offer to join that organization.

[MJ is racing down US 15 at about 120 mph with the top down. The engine is purring even at such high speeds. She’s got Motorhead- Line in the Sand blaring and bumping as she’s singing her heart out to Hunter.]

MJ:*screams* I LOVE YOU HUNTER MCKAY!!!! WOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

[She slows down her speeds as she approaches the exit to East Tropicana. There is a vehicle on the side of the road with emergency flashers going so MJ takes it down below the legal speed limit, something telling her to be extra cautious. She can make out a man up ahead attempting to change a tire in the dark. Just seconds before she drives past him the jack stand gives out, the car drops with a loud clanging crack, and a spare tire rolls out in front of MJ. She swerves quite easily out of the way, but hears a man’s screams. She pulls over and runs to help the man whose car had fallen on top of him. She prepared herself to see a hand or a foot severed, but instead there is no one there. She walked to the back of the vehicle to see if the man had crawled to safety, but still there was no one. Suddenly a twinge of fear shot up the back of her spine and she spun on her heels to come face to face with the Fake Falco. An evil grin consumed his face as the chloroform tainted rag covers her mouth and nose and his free hand grasps the back of her head and shoves her face further into the rag.]

Fake Falco: Sweet dreams pretty lady. Soon we will make sweet sexy music together and I don’t mean the kind from the radio.

[Her eyes wide open; she tries to struggle free, but fades quickly into darkness. The fake Falco catches and carries her limp body back to the Ferrari and straps her in. He hurries to the driver’s seat and takes off for parts unknown.]

[Razor Cage Match] [Standard Rules][Title Match]

TWN Universal Heavyweight Championship

Gannon Grimsley: It is now time for the main event.

Jace Johnson: That’s right it is now time for the Razor Cage. The internet is been buzzing about this match ever since it was announced. It has been called the most brutalizing match to ever grace a wrestling event.

Gannon Grimsley: And grace is hardly what I would say about that behemoth of a cage hanging above the ring.

Jace Johnson: I agree. The title is on the line. Careers hang in the balance. Tonight there will be blood.

Gannon Grimsley: These two men aren’t exactly known for their strong friendship either.

Jace Johnson: Hunter McKay and Pete Falco have a sordid history to say the least. Falco has been the most vocal critic of the tactics of Revolution X and Hunter has made it quite clear that he will do anything it takes to keep that belt around his waist. We will now go to Ellery Erie in the ring as she makes the introductions.

[Ellery steps into the ring and looks above her and the menacing beast hanging over her head. ]

Ellery Erie: It is now time for the main event. A Universal Heavyweight Title match that will be fought inside the Razor Cage. The rules are as follow. You must escape the cage first. The only ref will be standing outside to make the call once the competitors’ feet hit the arena floor. Introducing first, from Forest Lake Minnesota and joining our commentary team. Noah Amott.

[Nemesis by Arch Enemy plays as Noah makes his way down to the announcer’s table in his street clothes. The fans cheer wildly as Noah takes a seat between Jace and Gannon and places the headset on.]

Gannon Grimsley: What do we owe the tremendous displeasure of your company Noah?

Noah Amott: Sunny told me to come down here and make sure that you two squabbling doesn’t get in the way of this match.

Gannon Grimsley: I think we could be professional enough to call a match of this caliber without any tasteless or downright offensive comments that have nothing to do with the match.

Jace Johnson: I don’t. Welcome to the table Noah. I’m sure your insight in the ring will give the fans something to think about during this match.

Noah Amott: Forget about it. I’m just doing my job.

Gannon Grimsley: Actually, you’re doing my job.

[The camera cuts back to Ellery in the ring.]

Ellery Erie: Introducing the challenger. Hailing from Farmington New York. He is........PETE FAAALCO!!!!

[The fans leap to their feet as "A Touch of Evil" by Judas Priest erupts throughout the arena. Pete Falco signs are everywhere. After a moment Falco steps out onto the main stage and the arena is deafening.]

You mesmerize slowly
Till I cant believe my eyes
Ecstasy controls me
What you give just serves me right

Without warning you’re here
Like magic you appear
I taste the fear

I’m so afraid
But I still feed the flame

In the night
Come to me
You know I want your touch of evil
In the night
Please set me free
I cant resist a touch of evil

Jace Johnson: THE FANS HAVE CLIMBED ABOARD THE FALCO TRAIN HERE TONIGHT! I CAN BARELY HEAR MYSELF SPEAK WITH THE SHEER AMOUNT OF DECIBELS THESE FANS ARE PUTTING OUT FOR THE MAN THAT WISHES TO BE CHAMPION. WHAT’S THIS? HE’S WEARING A REVOLUTION X SHIRT?

Noah Amott: Almost. I CAN SEE HE’S MODIFIED IT APPROPRIATELY!!

[Falco is indeed wearing a Revolution X shirt, but he has it marked to read Revolution suXs. The fans are eating this up as the cheers calm down to make way for laughter as Falco points to his shirt. Falco makes his way to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. A trainer from ringside joins him in the ring and begins to tape him up.]

Jace Johnson: I can see that one of our trainers is in there putting athletic tape over key areas of Falcos body. Sunny made certain these precautions were set in place to make sure that neither man will sustain life threatening cuts over vital areas.

Gannon Grimsley:Sounds like a chicken move to me.

Noah Amott: You sound like an idiot Gannon. These men are risking their lives as it is. No amount of tape can prevent the risk. This is just a precaution against someone getting their wrists sliced open and dying in the ring.

Jace Johnson: That’s right. The wrists, knees, and elbows will be covered to protect them from life threatening injury. It’s the amount of blood that will be spilled in this match that will probably bring us a winner.

Gannon Grimsley: So, whoever can keep the most juice in the cup should win?

Noah Amott: Basically.

[Back to Ellery.]

Ellery Erie: Now...introducing the Universal Heavyweight Champion and leader of Revolution X..........Huuuuuuuuunter McKaaaaaaaay.

[Line in the Sand blazes through the arena as the fans boos are just as deafening as the cheers for Falco. The champ makes his way to the stage immediately and is already taped up. He stands atop the entrance ramp and raises his arms in the air as the belt sits firmly around his waist. Sabre and Max join him heading ringside as they make their way down the ramp. Garbage and drinks start filling the ramp as the fans show their utter disgust for the champ. Hunter smiles smugly at this less than warm reaction and tells Max and Sabre to hold steady while he heads into the ring. The ring crew begins removing the ring ropes.]

Gannon Grimsley: I don’t know why he brought the rest of the team out here. They can’t help once that cage is lowered.

Noah Amott: Intimidation factor.

Jace Johnson: I don’t think Falco is intimidated at all quite frankly.

Gannon Grimsley: He better be. That’s REVOLUTION X!!! The most dominant stable in wrestling history.

Noah Amott: That doesn’t change the fact that the cage is being lowered and it will be one on one from here on it. Even the ring announcer is hustling to get out of that beast.

[The cage is being lowered into place and Hunter and Falco stare each other down. The ref makes a final check to make sure that the cage is secure and in place. With everything being kosher the ref calls for the bell and this match is underway. Hunter and Falco circle around the ring with nothing separating them from the razor wire. Hunter charges Falco, but Falco sidesteps just in time. Hunter stops just short of the cage and turns around. Falco and Hunter circle the ring once again.]

Jace Johnson: Hunter nearly went face first in that razor wire.

Noah Amott: He had to put on the brakes real quick. Otherwise we’d have seen the first blood spilled in this match.

Jace Johnson: Noah, looking at this monstrosity surrounding the ring......how do you feel about it being an active TWN superstar yourself.

Noah Amott: I wouldn’t want to be in it, but for a chance at the title I think I’d walk through hell and back.

Gannon Grimsley: This structure could be as close to hell you can find in sin city.

Jace Johnson: Very insightful commentary by Gannon as the champion and challenger lock up center ring.

[Hunter takes the advantage and pushes Falco towards the cage wall. Falco drops to the ground and slides feet first into the wire making sure his boots took the blow. As he hits the wall the cage doesn’t give an inch. Hunter is on top of things and drops a knee to the head of Falco. Falco writhes in pain from the shot to the head. Hunter stands and approaches the cage looking up.]

Jace Johnson: It looks like he’s thinking about making a go for the top.

Noah Amott: His hands are unprotected. It would takes a tremendous amount of will to make it to the top of the cage.

[Hunter places his hands around the wire and digs his boots between it to start climbing the cage. Blood starts oozing out of his hands along the wire and he makes his ascent. Falco has gotten up and places a dropkick to the back of Hunter. His whole body gets pressed against the cage and he falls backwards. His chest and face now have small scratches all over. Falco picks up Hunter by the hair and attempts to send him head first into the cage, but Hunter reverses and sends Falco shoulder first into the cage instead. Blood starts pouring from Falco’s arm.]

Noah Amott: It didn’t take long and now both of them are bleeding.

Jace Johnson: Hunter’s hands, face, and chest are damaged and Falco’s shoulder has a large cut.

Gannon Grimsley: This match will be remembered as the bloodiest in TWN history.

Noah Amott: Falco is hoping this match will be remembered as the one where he became the champ. Right now that’s not looking so good.

[Hunter grabs Falco by the waist and lands a German suplex towards the middle of the ring.]

Jace Johnson: It looks like Hunter may be going back to climb the cage, but Falco has other things in mind as he’s on his feet.

[Falco rushes Hunter and tackles him into the side of the cage. Hunter puts up his arms just in time to protect his face but chunks of his palms are ripped off of his hands and soon both of his hands are dripping with blood. Falco hoists Hunter onto his shoulders and follows with a samoan drop.  Hunter rolls away and the blood from his hands start to smear the canvas with crimson.]

Jace Johnson: The rest of Revolution X look completely at a loss for words as their leader is getting pummeled.

Noah Amott: That was a smart move by Falco. So is that.

[Falco stomps Hunter’s injured hands and Hunter balls up his fists to protext his fingers from being broken.]

Noah Amott: If Hunter’s hands are taken out then he can’t climb the cage. Then he can’t win.

[Hunter struggles to get to his feet as Falco continues to lay in the boots. Hunter finally manages to make it to his feet, but Falco is quick to send him back down with a kick to the back of his legs. Revolution X are pacing around the cage looking up and down trying to find a way to free their leader.]

Gannon Grimsley: Somebody stop Falco. He’s beating down Hunter McKay.

Jace Johnson: There is nothing Revolution X can do to stop this. Falco is getting his revenge.

Noah Amott: That’s the beauty of this ugly match. It makes these two men fight it out until the bitter end.

[Falco let’s Hunter get to his feet and sets up a power bomb. Hunter powers out and back body drops Falco into the cage. Falco’s back hits the cage and he slides down as his head hits the floor. Hunter drags Falco away from the side of the cage and starts beating him in the head with bloody fists.]

Jace Johnson: What a change of fortune for Hunter McKay. Revolution X seem almost ecstatic at the sight of this reversal.

Gannon Grimsley: Of course they are. Hunter is proving his dominance to everybody.

Noah Amott: Nobody dominates Pete Falco. He will ALWAYS put up a fight.

Gannon Grimsley: It sounds like you have a thing for Falco.

Noah Amott: Look at him. Even now he’s turning the situation around.

[Falco stops Hunter’s fists with his arm and begins to headbutt Hunter. Hunter reels back and Falco is on his feet once again. Hunter is holding his head but also is on his feet. Falco rushes Hunter,but is greeted with a drop toe hold. Falco holds his face for a moment but rolls away before Hunter can follow through with anything else. Both men are on their feet yet again. This time Hunter charges Falco. Falco tries to counter with a belly to belly, but Hunter counters and slips to the side of his opponent. Hunter attempts to pick up Falco, but his bloodied hands make the grip impossible. Falco puts him into a headlock but Hunter pushes him away. Falco turns around and starts throwing fists. Hunter starts throwing fists of his own and neither man is willing to back down. Hunter grabs Falco and slingshots him into the cage. The wire is taking its toll by opening up gashes on Falco’s chest. He doesn’t seem to be phased though as he pulls away from the cage and hits Hunter with a clothesline.  Both men are slow to get up.]

Jace Johnson: That was a great round of action as both men are just letting it all out.

Noah Amott: Neither will be willing to let the other just walk away from this match.

[Hunter charges Falco yet again, but Falco delivers a one man flapjack and sends Hunter flying into the cage yet again. Hunter has the presence of mind to grasp the cage before his body hits, but the damage to his hands is mind numbing and he falls back to the canvas. Falco begins to climb the cage. Hunter is down.]

Noah Amott: Falco has a clear shot at the championship right now. All he has to do is make it to the top and get over the catch.

Jace Johnson: What kind of welcome will he get with revolution X out there waiting for him?

Noah Amott: Falco would take the beating as a champion and that’s all that matters to him.

Gannon Grimsley: SABRE DO SOMETHING.

[Sabre grabs a steel chair and starts hitting the cage which is causing more wire to hit Falco’s abdomen. Falco is slowed down and Hunter is able to once again find a vertical base. Hunter attempts to pull Falco off the cage and it causes the wire to pierce even deeper into Falco’s skin. Falco kicks Hunter in the head and slowly continues to climb up the cage. Hunter calls for Max and nods his head. Max reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of gloves and tosses them over the top of the cage. Hunter grabs the thick gloves and places them carefully over his mutilated hands. He starts to climb up the cage very quickly after Falco. He reaches Falco and hangs onto his back attempting to climb over him, but Falco has other things in mind.]

Jace Johnson: Hunter Mckay is LITERALLY CLIMBING PETE FALCO TO ESCAPE THE CAGE. OH MY DEAR LORD!!! Falco has just PUSHED himself away from the cage and both men have fallen to the mat. Falco just sacrificed himself to the wrestling gods with that move.

Noah Amott: As long as Hunter doesn’t win then Falco can walk away happy.

[Falco is on his feet and grabs Hunter. He pulls Hunter to his feet and sends him face first into the cage.]

Jace Johnson: Hunter is busted wide open!

Gannon Grimsley: Is this the part where you say "Crimson mask"?

Jace Johnson: Hunter’s face is absolutely pouring with blood. He’s taking the gloves. Falco is taking the gloves and is putting them on. He’s stomping on Hunter’s hands.

[Falco stomps another couple of times and heads to the cage wall. He looks at the gloves and grabs the cage with minimal pain. He begins his ascent.]

Jace Johnson: Falco is going up. The pain in his hands is slowing him down, but Falco is climbing up. Hunter can’t move! Wait! What’s going on?

[The crowd is exploding as Falco inches closer to the top of the cage. There is a disturbance in the floor seating though and the cameras try to catch what is going on. Someone jumps the rail with an object in hand.]

Jace Johnson: IT’S DYMOND! DYMOND IS BACK!

Gannon Grimsley: He’s got wire cutters. GENIUS!

[Dymond heads to the ring and begins to cut the cage with the wire cutters. Falco tries to climb faster. Dymond has cut a large hole in the cage as Falco makes it to the top. The ref is trying to get Dymond away from the ring and Falco leaps from the top of the cage. At the same moment Max and Sabre pull Hunter out of the cage. Falco lands on Dymond at the same moment Hunter is pulled from the cage.]

Jace Johnson: This is a photo finish folks. Who got out first? Whose feet hit the ground first?

Noah Amott: The ref is looking at each of the competitors. Both men are lying on the ground.

Gannon Grimsley: I know who it is.

Jace Johnson: The ref looks both men over. He walks to Falco who is sprawled out over Dymond. He walks to Hunter who is sprawled out over the floor. He’s calling for paramedics!

[EMTS rush to ringside and the ref stays with Hunter. After a few seconds the ref points at Hunter and grabs the belt. Ellery grabs the microphone to make the announcement.]

Ellery Erie: The winner and STILL Universal Heavyweight Champion. HUUUNTER MMCCKAAAY!!!

[The crowd is booing fiercely as the EMTS load Hunter onto a stretcher. The ref drapes the title over his body and a second EMT crew loads up Falco. It’s obvious that both men will live, but their insurance will probably have a hefty bill for stitches. Hunter is looking around expecting to see his wife rush to his side, but she doesn’t come.]

Gannon Grimsley: That was incredible although I think they should have named this show Bloody Desire.

Jace Johnson: I don’t imagine that canvas will be useable again. What a night here tonight in Las Vegas. The Spartan retains his title expectedly during a very amusing and Las Vegas meets Ancient Greece style match.

Gannon Grimsley: And Devine Steel was a vision of loveliness; while Steve Mason just looked like a moron.

Jace Johnson: Then in an amazing upset Maximum Law wins and retains the Tag Team titles for Law and Order.

Gannon Grimsley: If there will still be a Law and Order after tonight.

Jace Johnson: Ivy takes the International Title in the most heinous way I believe I’ve ever seen a title exchanged.

Gannon Grimsley: Any word on Vegas’ condition?

Jace Johnson: Yes, they’ve just slipped me a note. Lance Vegas is in stable condition at the hospital. It appears to be a skull fracture and a concussion.

Gannon Grimsley: Two disasters averted tonight, no one died in the Razor Cage match either.

Jace Johnson: Right you are and Hunter McKay pulled another victory out of his bag of tricks.

Gannon Grimsley: More like out of Dymond’s bag of tricks! I am glad to see him back. I wonder where Orlando Order is?

Jace Johnson: There is just no telling, but perhaps he will make his way back before Desolation Thirteen coming to you next week on ESPN2. And this one is for the books folks. Thank you for joining us for Burning Desire, good night.