After the opening introduction video with a montage of the various Insanity Superstars comes to a close, the shot fades to the sights of the Transylvanian countryside. A quick transition cuts to the town of Brașov, Romania whilst another quick transition cuts to the famous Bran Castle; the inspiration for Dracula’s Castle. The next shot is of the Black Church at the heart of the city itself. Finally, the scene is of a wintery and dreary day sky in Brașov before slowly panning down to Stadionul Silviu Ploeşteanu – home of the FC Braşov football club. The pyro goes off as "Death Valley Superstars" by the Murderdolls fills the stadium with smoke. The cheers of the Romanian crowd reach a fever pitch as the show opens. A quick pan of the surroundings shows that the usual football pitch has been retrofitted to accommodate a larger crowd capacity as well as the Insanity ring and stage, the ring itself sheltered by a a steel rig with a tarpaulin and high definition monitors giving the audience a 360 degree view of the action in the ring. The camera then transitions to the commentary booth at ringside where Blazing Phoenix is seated conspicuously next to none other than James McDaygo.

Phoenix: On behalf of myself, Blazing Phoenix and the entire Insanity staff, welcome to LPW Insanity live from Transylvania! I’m…not even sure that’s really even politically correct. Technically, we’re live from Romania. Whoever is doing the promotional work for this particular event is probably fired and sure to have caused an international incident. In any event, we have an action packed card for our European fans and you – the television viewing audience!

McDaygo:  *belch*…’Scuse.

Phoenix awkwardly shuffles his papers at his seat as an impregnated pause causes dead air. It is obvious he is accustomed to Phantom using this segue to interject his own brand of unique color commentary. Noticing how truthfully awkward it is, Phoenix quickly tries to compensate while nervously chuckling.

Phoenix: You’ll have to forgive me, folks. I’m..ah..I’m usually used to Phantom cutting in here.

McDaygo: Saints preserve us. ‘Ow in the nine hells does Phantom do this? I need to take a piss.

Phoenix: This is already off to a fantastic start.


McDaygo: It’s only a one-time deal, Phoenix. I was excited about the gig until they told me I couldn’t have me pints of Guinness. Still, we’ve got one ‘ell of a show for you tonight, as we’re on a collision course with LPW ALL-STARS! We’ve got two big hosses in Daientine and Azreal going at it, and X tangles with Ultramarcus in a “Fight for Your Fate” match!

Phoenix: In addition, We’ve got Steve Storme putting the LPW Television Championship on the line in a gauntlet match and United States Champion Andy Savana and cYnical will go head-to-head with the World Heavyweight Champion Morpheus and Big B. Brown!!



McDaygo: But kicking off the show, if my notes are correct, will be the return of a hall-of-famer to the ring! Meanwhile… I gotta find a way to get pissed!!

Phoenix: I know you’re not used to the following word, but we like to maintain an air of professionalism in the booth, James.

McDaygo: Ah, screw professionalism, bring on the fights!

Phoenix: As much as I wish that we could, we do have an outline and schedule to follow, James. We have to update the viewers on the standings of the Road to Altered Reality 6.

McDaygo: *sigh* Do we really ‘ave to, fella? It’s just going to bum me out.

The Altered Reality 6 scoreboard flashes on the HD displays and boos are the reaction from the crowd.


Phoenix: Well due, in part, to the inability of the g()d of LPW cYnical and the artist formerly known as “The New Breed” Mr. Idol’s inability to get along on Pyromania 19.3, the team of ColourBlind came up victorious and gave Pyromania the lead over Insanity. And believe me, folks. I’m just as happy about it as you are. Though on the positive side of things, the LPW United States Champion Andy Savana and the Awakened’s Azreal teamed up with the new number one contender to the International Heavyweight Championship Justus to secure a victory over Pyromania’s Australis. We aren’t quite out of this fight just yet.

McDaygo: That’s the equivalent of kissin’ your sister. Yeah, you made out with a lass. But it’s still incest. And that’s gross.

Phoenix: Thank you, James, for those…illuminating words of wisdom.

McDaygo: Not a problem, fella. S’what I’m here for.

Phoenix: And on that note, I think it’s time for our first match of the evening.

Deep Purple’s “Perfect Strangers” starts to play throughout the speakers as Phantom Lord steps through the curtain to a respectful ovation. Phantom keeps his focus on the ring as the veteran checks his wrist tape.

Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, from New York City, weighing in at 245 pounds, making his return to in-ring competition, PHANNNNNTOM LORRRRRD!

Phoenix: Well, my usual partner in crime here is looking to get back into the swing of things, just to see if he can still hang with the young bucks of LPW. For those not in the know, Phantom Lord is one of LPW’s all-time legends and one of the most diabolical competitors to ever step foot in a ring.

McDaygo: If he wants a real challenge he can meet me at the bar with a bottle of Jack and two shot glasses.

Phoenix: Save that for the end of the show, because now Phantom will be trying his luck with rookie sensation Ozzy Crerar!

McDaygo: Who? Ozzy Osbourne? Oh, you mean the mick with all of those Youtube videos floating around?

Phoenix: Yes, him.

McDaygo: Boy can spin a yarn, I tell ya! You get some liquid courage in ‘em and WHAM-O!

The Red Hot Chili Peppers’ “The Adventures of Rain Dance Maggie” hits as Ozzy Crerar makes his way down, interacting with the fans along the way.

Announcer: His opponent, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania by way of Blissfield, Michigan, weighing 270 pounds, OZZY CREEEEEEEERARRRRR!

As soon as Crerar enters the ring, Phantom swarms. His experience is showing as he looks to catch the younger competitor off guard. The bell sounds as Mike Announcer hastily retreats to ringside.

Phoenix: And Phantom’s not wasting anytime, the man may have lost a step but he knows how to pick his spots. Hard open hand slap to the jaw of Ozzy has him reeling a bit!

McDaygo: Some would say that this would be, what, underhanded? But me, I encourage it! Ain’t no rules in a fight, except that the loser buys the next round!

Phoenix: How long has it been since your last drink? 20 minutes? 30 tops, right?

McDaygo: You some kind of spy, BP?!? Well tell us what’s happening in the ring!

Phoenix: Phantom hooks him for the Suplex but Ozzy with the back body drop! Crerar’s got a bit more size on him so he should have the power advantage!

Before Phantom can get from all fours, Ozzy drops an elbow across the back of Phantom. Crerar takes a grimacing Phantom to his feet, nailing him with a couple of knees to the torso as Phantom is slow to block them.

McDaygo: I may be off, but it looks like your old pal is showing his age here. Phantom’s finding a tough time trying to combat Crerar’s onslaught.

Phoenix: Let’s keep in mind too that Phantom hasn’t competed regularly since February. He’s bound to be a little rusty in the start.

McDaygo: Yeah, true but he was slumping a bit beforehand. Maybe he came back too soon.

Phoenix: Ozzy’s got him hooked and powers him down with a backdrop suplex! Crerar covers but barely a two-count!

McDaygo: Young’un has the plan here, he’s gonna look to tire out the veteran and pick the scraps! I like this kid!

Phoenix: Ozzy’s got that rear chinlock cinched in tight but Phantom’s getting to his feet and delivers a foot stomp to break the hold… Judo arm-drag by Phantom!

McDaygo: Then again, I can appreciate a fighter that isn’t afraid to take a shortcut!

Phoenix: I’m not sure if Phantom got all of it but it was enough to create some distance.

Phantom looks to press the advantage, doubling over Crerar with a Zbyszko-esque back kick. Phantom hooks the arms and delivers a Butterfly Suplex, floating over into a head-cradle sort of pin, from which Crerar powers out of just before two. After repeated pinfall attempts, Phantom stands up and delivers a stomp to Crerar’s chest. He bounces off the ropes and goes for a kneedrop but Crerar dodges.

McDaygo: Crerar slips out of that predicament!

Phoenix: Phantom took too long there, clearly he’s not as quick as he’d like to be, but he has shown flashes of effectiveness. He’s trying to shake the kink from that knee and Ozzy flies in with a chop block!

The chop block buckles Phantom, and Ozzy is quickly to his feet, turning a kneeling Phantom head over heels with a running low clothesline.

Phoenix: Solid impact from the rising rookie, and he’s signaling for the end!

McDaygo: Last Call for the Phantom Lord!

Phoenix: Ozzy hooks the arms and he’s got him up… AND THERE IT IS! I CRUSH-A YOU FACE WITH AUTHORITY!

McDaygo: FELLA STUCK HIM GOOD WITH THAT ONE, HE BLOODY DID!

Phoenix: … hashtag-Pause?

McDaygo: What?

Phoenix: Never mind that, we’ve got a cover! ONE, TWO, THREE! CRERAR WINS IT!

Announcer: Here is your winner, OZZYYYYYYY CREEEEEEEEERAR!!!!!

Ozzy Crear 4.55 APS + 1.70 AVS = 6.25
Phantom Lord 2.50 APS + 1.10 AVS = 3.60

The Red Hot Chili Peppers’ “The Adventures of Rain Dance Maggie” hits as Ozzy raises his hands in victory as Phantom gets to a knee, shaking his head before congratulating Crerar on his victory.

Phoenix: Nice show of sportsmanship there.

McDaygo: I would’ve slugged him.

Phantom leaves the ring and heads toward the announce table, a signal that McDaygo is more than happy to read as being relieved of his duties.

McDaygo: WOO! I’m outta here!

Phantom takes a seat as McDaygo sprints to the back.

Phoenix: Good effort out there, Phantom.

Phantom: I’ve got a bit of a ways to go BP, but I’ll get there. Felt good to run the ropes though.

Phoenix: We can’t really shake that bug, you know? More Insanity after this commercial break!

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A series of explosions rocks the stage as Manowar’s “Dawn of War,” comes blasting over the PA system. As the music hits its apex, Nigel Vanderbilt appears at the entrance dressed in black, wearing a long trench coat, and his new eye patch. Typically cleaned shaven and hair nicely groomed, the man standing on the ramp with a duffle bag in hand looks anything but the self appointed Icon of the LPW. The fans boo loudly as he heads to the ring.

Phoenix: Welcome back to LPW Insanity live from Transylvania and as we speak, we are being…”graced” with the presence of Nigel Vanderbilt. Have you ever seen Nigel look so…

Phantom: Awful? No. But what do you expect Phoenix? The last show he not only lost the match, but he lost an eye!

Phoenix: And he still has to pay all the doctor bills for Andy Savana. He can’t be very happy about that can he?

Nigel tosses the bag into the ring and climbs up the steps and slips through the ropes. He struts to the middle of the ring soaking in all the hate, then heads over to the ropes and calls for a microphone.

Phoenix: I guess the big question is how has all this affected him? Has he learned his lesson, ya think, or is he going to be as cocky as ever?

Phantom: Hard to say. My gut is telling me that this kid is NEVER going to change. I can see him giving God a Foreclosure of a Dream just to do it. This kid has never showed anyone or anything any respect at all. If anything, I bet he’s more fired up than before.

Nigel gets the microphone and heads to the center of the ring as his music fades out. It takes a good long minute before he speaks—he just stands there as the fans boo. Once things quiet a little, he raises the microphone to speak.

Nigel: Thanks for shutting your yaps long enough so I can speak. Now I know that none of you bastards care about me or about my current medical condition. But seeing as I was ordered by the new GM to give all of you an update, but I don’t want to just yet. In fact, I want to talk about this whole damn affair concerning Andy Savana. First, why am I the bad guy? 

Fans boo. After a moment, Nigel shrugs and continues anyway.

Nigel: I saved his f**king life, assh*les! I lit a fire in him so bright that he consumed all the competition and was able to best Mass Chaos and win his current US championship. I gave him that. I gave him a reason to live, a reason to fight, a reason to CHANGE!!! And for that, what did I get, I lost my f**king eye!

Fans cheer.

Nigel: But you know what, that’s neither here nor there as far as I’m concerned. Right now, I’m out here for three reasons. First, to let you know how I feel or else I might piss off Master Blaster in the back. So, I’m fine. I’m golden, peachy, and feel like a million dollars—minus one F**KING eye of course. But I’ll survive.

Number Two….the Awakening. Concerning these retards, allow me to say this—I'M GOING TO PUT ALL OF YOU TO SLEEP, PERMANTLEY!!! You want to talk about a lame ass stable, then look no further than this rag tag of dicks and f**ks. Morpheus, the King of Dreams, or some equally stupid shit, has decided to align himself with Ultramarcus—a guy who has amounted to shit since joining this company. This guy talks more shit than I do and I’m the king of shit talking. Ultra will do nothing, be nothing, but is able to run his mouth endlessly about how f**king amazing he is, when in fact, he’s nothing more than a pubic hair on Morpheus’s nut sack.

But wait, there’s more. There’s Azreal and Steve Storme. I can get understand Storme. He’s a lean, mean, fighthing—cock sucking machine. When he’s not wrestling or killing ratings with one his boring ass promos, Morpheus can use his mouth for what it was truly designed for…gobbing man meat.

And what about Azreal? This guy is a waste of space, a low life, a guy who makes someone riding the short bus look like a f**king genius. Why he selected him, I have no idea, and I don’t really need to either.

The simple fact is this…MORPHEUS…you owe me some damn answers about what happened after you dragged me off to whatever literary knock off you’re calling your realm. What was it again? Oz? Neverland? Oh wait, the Dream Realm…taken right out of the 1990’s fighting game, Mortal Kombat. Let me guess, your roommate is Scorpion and on Tuesday night’s you give anal to Katana?

You and your whole precious group suck. I can’t wait to see the Wisemen take you down a peg or ten and leave all of you lying in a pool of your own filth. But I hope Ash, when he returns, and X leave a little bit of Morph for me, because I’m going to send him to the Blasted Lands in a f**king body bag. And that you guys can take to the bank.

Fans boo as Nigel paces around the ring. He stops and looks down at the duffle bag he brought to the ring. He kneels down and opens it. Inside we can see money.

Nigel: And for the last order of business, which concerns this cash. You see, I am bound to give Andy Savana nearly ten million dollars of MY money so he can continue the life saving treatment I began a few months ago. I’m a man of my word and have brought it here tonight to hand it over. So (Nigel stands up), Savana, I know your backstage. Get out here and come collect your money.

“Bullet with Butterfly Wings,” comes over the PA as Andy Savana comes out to a huge pop from the crowd. He stands there a moment, sucking it all in, and starts to head towards the ring…that is until Nigel starts telling him to stop. Savana pauses on the ramp as his music fades.

Nigel: Hold on a second there Savana. I know a poor ass piece of trash like yourself can’t wait to know what it feels like to be me each and every glorious second, I mean, this is just change to me. No big deal. But before you can touch it, you’ll need to sign something. Hey, bitch, where the hell are you? I’m not paying you to blow guys in the back! So spit out whatever dick currently in your mouth and get out here before I fire you!

Coming out from the back is the beautiful valet that’s been helping Nigel recently. The fans actually give this walking sex Goddess a nice pop as she comes out holding a clip board. She hands it over to Savana, who looks it over.

Nigel: That’s a release form, Savana. Once you sign it then I have legally done my part, which is given you the f**king money you need to prevent your ass from becoming worm food. Simple as that. There’s no fine print, there’s no loop holes or anything else to worry about, because I’m finished with you.

Andy looks at it again then signs the paper.

Nigel: Good boy, Savana, now this money is yours for the taking. But, before your white trash ass gets into MY ring, I just wanted to ask…how are things with Whore? Last I saw, seemed you two were having problems. I wanted to tell you that I feel horrible about what I did and wish you nothing but the best.

Fans boo.

Nigel: Just kidding, Savana, I’m loving it. LOVING IT. Watching your world fall apart is fantastic. And you know what, it’s going to get a hell of a lot worse before it gets any better.

Nigel reaches into his pocket, pulls out a lighter, and drops it on the bag of money. With a big WHOOOSH, it catches on fire—the flames consuming everything in the bag. Andy hits the ring as Nigel quickly rolls out of it. The fans boo loudly as the stage hands storm the ring with fire extinguishers and put out the flames.

Phoenix: Oh my God, Nigel just burned the money Andy needed to save his life!

Phantom: As much as I hate that kid, that was brilliant. Andy may have won the match, but Nigel may have just won the war. The United States champion needs that money or else death will come claim him sooner rather than later.

As the smoke clears we can see that the money in the bag is black and destroyed. A few bills are still crisp and green, but most are charred beyond recognition. Nigel stands on the ramp with his lovely new valet looking at the ring with a smug look on his face.

Nigel: Don’t spend it all in one place Savana! Oh and after you die, I’m going to skull f**k both your eye sockets in front of your friends and family. And they’ll let me do it, because everyone—including Whore—knows you’re nothing more than a piece of worthless dog shit. Have a nice night, champ!

“Dawn of War,” by Manowar comes over the PA as Nigel and his assistant leave. The camera cuts back to Andy, who kicks the charred bag out of the ring—his face flushed with rage.

Phoenix: I know we’ve supposedly seen the last of these two in Cancun, but part of me thinks that this war will never actually end until one of these men die.

Phantom: That is something you better believe, Phoenix.  Well what’s next on the schedule?

Phoenix: This match should be interesting. We all know that Ultramarcus and X have exchanged words ever since Ultra jumped ship to Insanity.

As if on cue, ”Kick Some Ass” by Stroke 9 begins playing over the PA system. The crowd responds in kind, booing Ultramarcus as he makes his way from behind the stage curtain, his stocky build not matching the slinking, fluid grace he seems to encapsulate. A Romanian fan with an Awakened t-shirt is acknowledged with a curt, sly nod. He passes an irritable Andy Savana, exchanging a significant glance and some words before he slides beneath the bottom rope.

Announcer: The following is a Fight for Your Fate Match and it is to be decided by one fall. Introducing first; weighing in at 250lbs and hailing from Toronto, Ontario. He is a representative of The Awakening -  ULTRAAAAAAAAMARCUS!

Phantom: You got that right. You see, a lot of guys forget…talking is one thing, but beating a man in the ring is a different dance entirely.

Phoenix: I think it’s part of Morpheus taking these young men under his wing and teaching them the art of psychologically influencing the actions of your opponents. Goading them into doing what you want to do be it through physical or verbal confrontation.

As “Kick Some Ass” fades to a close, the arena goes dark. Red lights and sirens go off in a random assortment of patterns before over the loud-speaker, a voice repeats a single phrase in a broken, distorted manner.


The first few cords of ”The Beast and the Harlot” by Avenged Sevenfold cause the crowd to be worked into a frenzy. The audience is split with a majority booing but a strong and vocal contingent showing support for the future Hall of Famer. X paces from behind the stage curtain decked out in a black trench coat and matching black Ray Bands, surveying the audience with his usual cavalier, devil-may-care, demeanor. Eying Ultramarcus with indifference, he adjusts the LPW Undisputed World Tag Team Championship around his waist before removing it altogether and slowly lifting it above his head before making his way down the aisle.

Announcer: And his opponent; hailing from The Bronx, New York and weighing in at 230 lbs. He is one half of the Lords of Pain Wrestling Undisputed World Tag Team Champions – THIS   IS  XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!

Phantom: The thing about X is that even being down his usual tag team partner Ash Strife who was suspended recently, he’s always calm, calculated, and collected. He doesn’t rattle easily. That’s why he is a multi-time tag team champion, World Heavyweight Champion, Western States Heritage Champion, and a former Hardcore Champion. He can now easily boast that he’s seen it all, done it all being one of the few men in the history of this company to be a Grand Slam Champion. He’s been a part of some of the greatest factions LPW has ever seen – from the Tough Guys to Public Enemy #1 and now, the Apocalypse. All of these stables were great and they didn’t endure. He has. It’s part of the reason why he, in my opinion, should be up for LPW Wrestler of the Year.

Phoenix: I will give you that, partner. Even with The Awakening and the emerging ColourBlind circling the Tag Team Titles he’s held for over eight months with Strife, he still remains as one of the standard bearers of this industry. You know what they say, though. That type of profile paints a very large, very visible target on your back.

Phoenix: Neither man backing down here. There’s the bell, Phantom, and this match is officially underway.

X and Ultramarcus walk to the center of the ring, exchanging words as they go. The fans are on their feet, the sound deafening. Now, standing toe-to-toe, the wrestling world waits for the shit to hit the fan.

Phoenix: Ultra not backing down from X. I don’t know if what he’s doing is smart or plain…

Phantom: Stupid? Of course it’s smart, Phoenix. Ultra is sending a message to X—and that message is, “I’m not afraid of you.” The Awakening are trying to establish themselves here in the LPW and in order to do that they must overcome challenges like the one Ultra is facing tonight.

Phoenix: Which is?

Phantom: A dangerous and highly decorated wrestler. And one of their nemesis. We saw on Pyromania that The Awakening are willing to work with the enemy if the ends justify the means. But like their mentor, Morpheus, you can only trust these alliances to last in the short-term.

X smacks Ultra in the face and quickly takes him down to the mat with a spear. X hits a few stiff shots, picks him up, and sends him into the corner with authority.

Phoenix: Well this match is off to the races with X going right after Marcus. There’s a big splash by X and now he’s climbing up punching him in the face.

Phantom: Marcus better get his ass in gear or this is going to get ugly quick. Wait, X rakes his eyes and hits a super atomic drop on X. Big clothesline! Wow, he just turned the tied.

Phoenix: Ultra stomping away on X. He picks him up, goes for a suplex, but X turns it into a DDT. X shakes off the cobwebs and picks up Marcus. Standing side head lock. Wait, Marcus sends X into the ropes, misses the big boot attempt, X rebounds off the adjacent ropes and hits him with a clothesline of his own.

Phantom: X picks up Marcus, hits a few right hands and hits a swinging neck-breaker. X picks up Marcus and sets him up for a pile driver. Marcus reverses it and flips him over his back. Looks like he’s waiting for him to get to his feet. He should go after him—don’t let X rest and get back into it—Marcus has to keep the pressure on.

As X starts to get to his feet, Marcus grabs him from behind and hits an Angle slam! He goes for a quick cover, but X kicks out quick. As X gets to his feet, Marcus runs over and hits a running knee left to his feet and sends X back to the mat. Marcus goes to pick him up again, but X hits a low blow.

Phantom: X taking the low road there with that cheap shot.

Phoenix: X is up, runs up behind Marcus, and hits an over-the-head, release German suplex. X stomps away on Marcus, picks him up by the hair, and sends him back into the corner. X strolls over, not a care in the world, and lands a series of shoulder tackles into Marcus’s ribs and chest.

Phantom: Keeping the air out of his lungs. If he can’t breathe, he can’t fight—nice strategy. X setting him up on the turnbuckle and slaps him in the face again! There’s no respect here, Phoenix, X is sending a message loud and clear to Ultramarcus and the rest of the Awakening.

X climbs up, punches Marcus in the face again, and then hits a superplex. X goes for another cover, but Marcus gets his foot on the ropes at the last minute. X picks up Marcus, spins him around, and hits a Full-Nelson slam.

Phoenix: X is back in this thing and bringing a lot of pain. Oh wait, he’s calling for X-tinction and is waiting for Marcus to get to his feet.

Phantom: This is where I would advise Marcus to remain on the mat. Its safer down there.

Phoenix: Wait a minute, look whose coming to the ring—Azreal!!!

Phantom: Marcus is up…X kicks him in the stomach and goes for the X-tinction, but Marcus rakes his eyes and shoves X into the referee! The referee is down.

Phoenix: Here comes Azreal…X doesn’t see him—he’s completely focused on Marcus. He hits another low blow and hits the X-tinction!!! This one should be over, but Azreal is in the ring, behind him.

Phantom: Azreal grabs X by the back of the head and lifts him into the air, hitting a reverse double-handed chokeslam!!! Oh man that looked nasty.

Phoenix: Azreal shakes Marcus awake and then rolls out of the ring. Marcus sees X down and quickly goes to wake the referee. He hooks the leg as the ref comes too.

Phantom: Here’s the pin.

One…

Two…

KICK OUT!!!

Can you believe X was able to kick out of that monstrous maneuver by the beast of the LPW.

Phoenix: Marcus can’t believe it. He thought he had it, hell I think everyone in this arena and watching at home thought he had it too. Wait, he’s stalking X. I think he’s going for it…wait…there it is Canadian Destroyer!!!

Phantom: This has got to be it.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

That’s it. And what a HUGE win for Ultramarcus and the Awakening!

Announcer: Here is your winner, ULLLLLLLLLLLTRAMARCUS!

Ultramarcus 4.13 APS + 1.60AVS= 5.73
X 4.17 APS + 1.20 AVS= 5.37

A quick segue shows Sean Jensen walking back stage and being met with boos when he steps into the Wisemen locker-room. He is startled to see Ash Strife there, seated and watching the celebration of Ultramarcus as he triumphantly holds up his arms in victory. Strife himself receives a bit of a mixed reaction and snorts indignantly at Ultramarcus’s dominance.

Strife: Look at these…these pretenders. Taking our rightful spot as the sovereign lords of Insanity. They follow our model; pattern themselves after our dominance. It’s a spit in the face of what the Apocalypse could have been. What the Wisemen’s legacy truthfully is. My brother’s weakness and stupidity cost us dearly. And now? These false gods parade around in our…in my domain.

Jensen appears apprehensive, seeing the unhinged glare in Strife’s eye.

Jensen: …Right. Is there a point to me being here, Strife? I should’ve gone out to help X.

Strife smirks, rolling his neck on his shoulders as the sinew and tendons in his neck crackle. His eyes bulge madly.

Strife: X is a big boy. He can fight his own battles. What’s wrong? Scared of “Master Chief” Phillips?

Jensen: You were suspended still. What are you doing here?

Ash gets up and snickers. He picks up his tag title and looks at it before tossing it at Jensen. Jensen catches it and stares, completely caught by surprise at its weight and density.

Strife: I came to pass along the name of Wisemen and the Tag Team Championship. If the Entourage could defend it beneath Freebird rules, so can we. Don’t fail X and myself, Jensen. We invested a lot of time into bringing you aboard with us. Besides. Being suspended won’t stop me from wreaking havoc. I’ve got business to attend to.

Ash gives Jensen a pat on the shoulder before walks out into the hallway when he freezes as he hears a female giggle coming from his left. He turns and is staring down the hallway at Little Red Riding Hood.

Strife: RED! Where have you been?

Red: Hmph… you big meanie… making me think you were my friend and letting someone hurt me while Krimmy was away.

Strife: Red I am your friend. Think of everything I did for you last year alone!

Red: Liar… Liar… Pants on Fire! This is what Krimmy and I do to liars!

Strife: Mask? Here?

Ash never gets an answer as Red laughs at him when he feels a presence behind him. Ash turns face to face with the Blood Beast himself, Krimson Mask. Mask throws a thunderous punch and Ash stumbles back. Getting angry Ash steps up and retaliates as the two monsters begin to trade blows like savage beast until a squad of PERC tries to intervene to separate these two mad men.

Phantom: KRIMSON MASK IS IN THE BUILDING! And he is in an all out war with Ash Strife back stage.

Phoenix: I fear that squad won’t be enough to separate those two, that is for damn sure. We need to cut to a break but hopefully we will find out more of this and hopefully no one will be seriously hurt. We’ll go to a quick commercial break to find more details on this recently breaking story! Stay tuned to Insanity – LIVE from Transylvania![INDENT][/INDENT]

Insanity’s logo is replaced with the calm, serene features of the Master of the Dream Realm, Lord of The Awakening, and World Heavyweight Champion Morpheus seated atop a throne seemingly comprised of the nebulous substances of the cosmos. Shooting stars race from beneath his swirling cloak Behind him is a vast expanse of nothing-ness aside from a dense indigo haze that settles everywhere aside from around Morpheus’ immediate sojourn.

The silence around Morpheus is deafening as he extends two slender, boney digits to his temple, content or bemused in contemplation and gazing into the blank beyond that reflected his lifeless, black eyes. As if suddenly stirred by the presence of prying eyes, he lazily flicks his hand, creating a bright, blinding light from the nothingness that engulfs and banishes the indigo haze. A “portal” roughly the size of an 8x10 door appears a mere ten feet before Morpheus’ “throne” and the shadows of four figures refract the light around them, creating blurry silhouettes just beyond the reach of whatever is capturing the video data.

The four figures finally step from the light, revealing LPW Television Champion Steve Storme leading the group followed by Insanity General Manager Master Chief Phillips who appeared apprehensive but stoic about his surroundings as well as a bit perturbed about who was bringing up his rear flank. The duo of Azreal and his hulking frame and the lithe Ultramarcus slinking at his heels close Phillips off from the “outside” world before Morph gives a dismissive wave, rising to his feet that never seem to peak past the torn and frayed hemline of his robes that flow despite the lack of a wind.

The wave causes the portal to vanish instantly as well as replace the Dream King’s throne and scatter the collected cosmic “energy” into the expanse of nothingness, surrounding the cabal in twinkling star-light and bright clouds with hues ranging from the deepest of magenta to
the brightest of gold. Phillips grunts, unimpressed.

Phillips: Son, if you wanted to take me on a moonlit stroll, I’m afraid you’re barkin’ up the wrong tree.

Azreal: Quiet. Speak only when spoken to.

Phillips: Let’s get one thing straight, maggot. I’m the GM around these parts and I don’t take kindly to insubordination nor breaks in the chain of command. Just because you’re a big, sloppy prick doesn’t mean I’m not afraid to punch you in your’s.

Azreal bears his teeth and makes a grasping action towards Phillips’ standard issue PERCs tactical vest. Morpheus makes not a sound. He wordlessly peers at Azreal, neatly folding his arms behind his back and gliding closer to Phillips who sees himself trapped in a den of lions. Azreal relents as finally, Morpheus speaks.

Morpheus: You are a blunt instrument, Phillips.

Phillips: That’s an odd statement to make, Morph. I don’t know whether to take offense or be glad to see you can’t take the grunt out of the soldier.

Morpheus: I try not to mince words with lesser mortals. Especially those that have yet to be enlightened.

Without motion, a cavalcade of images replaces the cosmos. Blurred images of war torn battlefields, death, and destruction all with the Master Chief at the epicenter surround Phillips while Morpheus continues to glide past his compatriots. Finally settling on an image, the entire plane of existence phases into a tropic jungle with lush greenery abundant in number.  M-16 fire is heard in the distance while the tree line of the jungle is suddenly alight with the bloom of napalm. Blackhawk helicopters circulate the hot blast of air, cutting a swath through the sonic boom that causes a flock of birds to relocate their position. The Awakening seem unbothered by this, apparently used to the display of Morpheus’ power. Phillips, on the other hand, is taken aback.

Phillips: This is…?

Morpheus: The Cambodian/South Vietnam Border circa 1973. More accurately, your mental projection of the very same area. You were twenty-three at the time, correct?

Phillips: How in the hell..?

Morpheus: Do I know this? Knowledge is power, Master Chief. I know the depths of your mind; what dreams may come and what nightmares haunt your waking thoughts. That’s quite an impressive feat. Ascending the pay scale as quickly as you did and earning your way as one of the very last SEAL consultants to work in the region. I wonder…

The Awakening smirk at each other as a Viet Cong soldier runs past Phillips from the brush suddenly, causing him to jump slightly. He is met with quick gunfire that is not seen on screen, his screams echoing in the now silent clearing.

Morpheus: I wonder if the Viet Cong soldiers’ whose families received no notice nor any compensation for their breadwinners being executed like pigs to the slaughter were well invested in your special commendations and quick promotion as a wartime consultant?

Phillips:…Get to the point, Morpheus. You called me here to tell me your choice for Andy Savana’s US Title defense?

Morpheus turns on his heel, the entire scene vanishing and returning to a star field as he sees Phillips shaking both with fury and with a slight tremble of remorse. The Awakening part for Morpheus to come face to face with the Master Chief.

Morpheus: I assume Damion Kross selected you because, unlike your predecessors, you have not embraced the terrors and power of your own mind. It is both your greatest strength and most regretful curse. Unlike Scorpio who became consumed by his own hubris and Little Red who was devoured by her own delusions, you are not encumbered with either. Your affliction is one of guilt, honor, and duty. How quickly they shall break in this land of un-reality? We shall see. Yes, Phillips. You are correct in your assumption. I have selected Savana’s opponent after seeing the content of his dreams.

Phillips: So which of your cronies will it be? Or are you planning on pitting Vanderbilt against Savana again?

Morpheus: Vanderbilt? No. Like you, he is not quite Awake yet. Nor is he ready for such a jarring collapse of his reality. No. I believe Marcus will do just fine.

Upon hearing his name, Ultramarcus steps forward. Phillips gives him a sideways glance. He returned his attention to Morpheus who, upon this, had already turned his back on Phillips. Marcus smirked slightly before placing his hand upon Phillips shoulder and sneering condescendingly at Phillips.

Ultramarcus: This is your cue to leave, sir.

The portal reopened as quickly as it dissipated with Ultramarcus giving a sweeping and mocking bow and Storme giving an ironic salute to the dismissed Insanity GM. Silently, Ultramarcus escorted Phillips from the Dream Realm. The door remained open after they had made their exit.

Storme: You want us to leave you by yourself?

Morpheus: I wish to know what exactly you two had to gain by aligning with the Apocalypse in your assault of “Fredrick Douglas” and DeSean Connery?

Azreal: Merely being proactive. I like them both…but they’re threats to our goals.

Morpheus: Oh?

Storme: Do you care to enlighten us further or are you just enjoying the vague, probing questions?

Morpheus: I only advise you send a clearer message should you want to affect their mental state. These two will not be deterred easily. They are both stubborn, fool-hardy, arrogant, and boisterous.

Azreal laughs heartily.

Azreal: So you like them too?

Morpheus: Like or dislike is irrelevant. I do believe you two have matches to prepare yourselves for. Storme. Ensure that there is no question who the true Rookie of the Year is.

Storme: Say no more, Morph.

Storme took his leave. Azreal began to follow suit as Morpheus called after him.

Morpheus: Azreal.

Azreal: ?

Morpheus: Try not to leave too big of a mess when you crush Daientine’s skull. I’d like to examine this so-called “embodiment of sin”.

Azreal guffawed once again, a grimacing smile appearing on his visage as he turned towards the portal and his hulking frame taking up the entire breadth of the frame before closing in. The scene quickly pans out to the crowd as “Get Up" by Skrillex feat. Korn. Daientine makes his way out to the ring.

Announcer: The following is scheduled for one fall and introducing first to the ring from Ostwode, Elysia, weighing in at 295 pounds he is Daientine!

Phantom: Welcome back to Insanity LIVE from Translyvania! I am Phantom Lord and this is my partner Blazing Phoenix, for those you just tuning in, we’ve had a stunning turn of events. Before the break, Krimson Mask, arguably one of the greatest World Heavyweight Champions this company has ever seen made his return to the company and engaged in a brawl with the suspended Ash Strife!

Phoenix: Talk about a game changer, huh Phantom? What does this mean for Ash?

Phantom: No clue, partner. We can only hope that these two monsters settle their differences amicably. Alas, that’s unlikely. This in Insanity and who the hell am I kidding? I want to see these two juggernauts brain one another.

Phoenix: There’s a difference between a competitive match and a slaughterhouse, Phantom. Try not to sound too gleeful huh? Let’s get back to the topic at hand, shall we?


Phantom: Agreed. Well that you’re a wuss and you have no spine all of a sudden but also that we should move on. This man right here is the most recent victim of The Awakening last show in his bid for the Television Championship.

Phoenix: Very true. Not that I’m a wuss but that you are, in fact, a douche and that Daientine, despite a really strong effort, just couldn’t compete on the same level as the reigning Television Champion. It might have been good for Steve Storme who managed to become the first man in a long time to defend the title more than once-it was at the expense of this man.

Phantom: What didn’t help was the beat down that took place right after the match at the hands of Azreal, his opponent, and Steve Storme, his opponent last week.

"Hunt You Down" by Saliva plays as Azreal comes out to a pretty decent amount of boos. He walks down like Azreal usually walks down and gets into the ring.

Announcer: Introducing his opponent from Sparta, Greece, weighing in at 325 pounds, he is a member of The Awakening, AZREAL!

Phoenix: Showing that he is definitely holding a grudge, Daientine immediately goes in for the attack at Azreal.

Phantom: If I were Azreal I would have expected this but the look on his face indicates he did not.

Phoenix: Azreal is backed into a corner as  Daientine continues lashing out at him. Azreal with a knee to the gut of his attacker and he is now kind of free.

Phantom: I predict that Daientine’s anger might be the downfall of him here. You can’t go into a match all excited or else you run the risk of not thinking something through properly.

Phoenix: Azreal taking complete control now as he drives a couple of knees into his opponents chest and a forearm to the back of his head for good measure.

Phantom: Leaving him groggy is a great idea so that he can set up for the finisher and end this quick. Right now The Awakening have an impressive bunch of people in it but they need victories.

Phoenix: Azreal tossing Daientine through the middle of the rope outside.

Phantom: As of this match Morpheus as yet to lose a match since his return and with victories tonight by Azreal, Ultramarcus, Storme, and Morpheus, The Awakening would likely put themselves as one of the most impressive groups in recent memory.

Phoenix: Azreal tries to slide out of the ring but Daientine starts attacking him as soon as he is out. A couple of kicks to the gut and Azreal is forced back into the ring.

Phantom: I have to say that is one of the shortest stints outside of the ring by two wrestlers I’ve ever seen.

Phoenix: Azreal on his knees as Daientine charges but Azreal lifts him up by the hips and tosses him to the other side of the ring.

Phantom: A lot of that might have been made possible by Daientine’s momentum he practically handed over to Azreal. That isn’t to say that Azreal being quite large didn’t help him catch air.

Phoenix: Daientine likely regretting that decision as he tries to pull himself up with the top rope. Azreal walking up from behind and grabbing him back the head to just slam the back of his head into the mat.

Phantom: I’m highly surprised that his legs didn’t bend over his head Azreal made it look so easy to throw him backwards.

Phoenix: Azreal dragging Daientine into the middle of the ring now. Against the ropes and hits a running senton. Don’t see that often but I bet Daientine was one of those times Azreal chose not to hit the move.

Phantom: If not that move then what other move would he prefer to be punished with?

Phoenix: He’s trying to catch his breath now but he might not want to waste the time as Azreal lifts him up for a scoop slam.

Phantom: He’s kind of trying to drag himself away now…this is borderline squash territory.

Phoenix: Azreal going to lift up Daientine but gets an elbow to the jaw. Azreal staggering back and then charging forward but receives a heel to the gut. Another punch to the jaw and another!

Phantom: The momentum of the match could very well be switching!

Phoenix: Daientine with some sort of a throat thrust and Azreal holding on to his neck as Daientine goes against the ropes and goes for a big boot!

Phantom: OH wow!

Phoenix: Azreal literally caught the boot right in front of his face with his hands and deflected it so well that Daientine has just spun in a complete circle and you can tell he is dazed!

Phantom: That was not the best thing that could happen!

Phoenix: Price of Protection!

One…

Two…

Three!

Announcer: The winner of this match via pinfall! AAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZRRRRREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAALLLLLLL!!!!!

Azreal: 3.93 APS + 1.60 AVS= 5.53
Daientine: 3.93 APS + 1.10 AVS= 5.30

Azreal rolls out from the Price of Protection as he lifts a single fist in the air. Still not satisfied, the seven foot behemoth clasps Daientine by his skull, rag dolling him about before hoisting him on his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. The crowd continues to boo and Azreal merely seems to get off on it more before executing what appears to be a standing takeover slam, drilling Daientine’s spine into the canvas below.

Phantom: Whoa! I’ve never seen that move in Azreal’s repitoire before! Big man’s expanding his horizons! I can dig it.

Phoenix: To be honest, Phantom, I believe it was a message to ColourBlind and specifically, Xander Kross who uses the same move and calls it In the Paint. It appears the Awakening are content with playing these little mind games with DeSean J. Connery and Xander until they face them at All Stars!

Azreal plays with Daientine’s limp body as though it were a broken toy car, rolling his decimated carcass as though it were a toy car and roaring ferociously at the officials who tried checking on Daientine’s vitals. Backstage, we find one of LPW’s stagehands mulling around.  Having just done a bit of tidying up, he has nothing really pressing to do.  Of course, should Damion Kross find him bumming around, there will be hell to pay, and the stagehand knows it.  He looks around, attempting to find something, anything, to do to make him look busy.  In his efforts to find a task, he spies himself a man wheeling around a piece of rolling luggage, wearing a regular attire of a t-shirt, khaki shorts, and a pair of…wrestling boots?  Must be a new wrestler! Smiling, the stagehand walks up to this man to introduce himself and direct him to the locker-room.

Stagehand:  Hello, sir?  Sir!  Looking a little lost, are we?

The new guy turns to him and smiles.  He heads to the stagehand, arm extended for a handshake.  The two meet.

Wrestler:  Ah, ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!

Stagehand:  Yeah, ah…wait, um…what?

Wrestler:  How can I help you?

The stagehand, smiling only seconds before this conversation started, is now highly confused, and a touch frightened.

Stagehand:  Um, well…ah…

Wrestler:  Hmm?  Oh, excuse me, where are my manners?  The name’s Howard Thurston, potential LPW wrestler, and boy, the stars are almost right, eh?  Won’t be long now before R’lyeh rises up from under the ocean!

Stagehand:  …excuse me?

Thurston:  Surely you must know, right?  Don’t tell me you’re unaware of when Cthulhu, our Great Old One, will come back to the surface to wreak havoc on the world in his mysterious, eldritch ways.

Stagehand:  …

Thurston:  Oh well, not all of us can understand the way he works.  Nevermind that, can you direct me to the locker room?  Seems I’ve arrived a tad late, but I’d still like to try and make a friend or two on this show.

Wordlessly, the stagehand points down the hallway past Thurston, still trying to make sense of that first line of confusing language. Thurston turns his head to look down the hallway, smiles, then turns back and nods to the stagehand.

Thurston: Oh, thank you, kind sir!  I’d love to stay and chat, and maybe someday I can teach you more about all the Great Old Ones, but for now I must be on my way.  Have a good day!  Ia Cthulhu!

With that, a beaming Thurston turns around and heads down the hallway to the locker room, making sure to throw a gleeful “Cthulhu ftaghn!” to another LPW employee on the way.  The stagehand can only look on, pale-faced and flustered, by the strange man and his personality.

Phantom: …What in the hell did we just witness?

Phoenix: I’m…not even really sure how to even explain that one. Uh. Cut to commercial guys while I come up with something witty to say in order to process that one.
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Phoenix: Welcome back to LPW Insanity LIVE from Transylvania. After trying to figure out who the hell that guy was, apparently he’s a new signee to the Insanity brand. Now, ladies and gentlemen, we will see Steve Storme attempt to add to his resume as LPW Television Champion in a gauntlet match. Storme will start in the ring against his opponents, starting with Trey Spurance. The person who picks up the pinfall moves on to the next opponent.

Phantom: So Storme is going to have an easy first round?

Phoenix: Storme has been a force to be reckoned with since he debuted before Altered Reality V. He is adding to his already stellar resume with his association with Morpheus and The Awakening!

Phantom: Normally I will be the first to call out these young punks, and I did when Storme and his partner in crime Seth Omega were running around claiming woe is me! But this kid has something. He sees his opportunities and strikes and he doesn’t bitch about things.

Phoenix: Did you just contradict yourself?

Phantom: Shut it, Phoenix! The point is, Storme is making bigger waves in LPW in a shorter time than his old partner and is part of one of the more unique stables we have seen. And that is saying something considering how many have come and gone in LPW history.

"Deathsmarch" by Cancer Bats blares on the PA as LPW Television Champion Steve Storme appears on the ramp. He walks toward the ring, ignoring the crowd as they jeer him on. He stands on the turnbuckle, holding up his Television title and signaling to the crowd that he is walking home with the belt. “These Drugs” by D12 blare on the PA as Trey Spurance appears on the ramp and walks slowly to the ring. The people cheer the former Misfit on as he makes his way to his title opportunity.

Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight’s LPW World Television Championship match is a under Gauntlet rules. Introducing the first challenger; he weighs in tonight at 230 pounds. This is TREY SPURANCE! Introducing next, the reigning and defending champion. He weighs in tonight at 225 pounds! This is STEVE STORME!

Before Trey can react, Storme hits him from behind with a forearm strike to the back of the neck. Storme starts to stomp on the downed Trey. He then picks up Trey and Irish whips him to the ropes and hits him with a Leaping Lariat.

Phoenix: This match is starting fast and furious as Storme is wasting no time with Trey. Trey could still pull things together, as he is a wily veteran.

Phantom: A wily veteran that has pissed away many title opportunities. Don’t play the sap, Phoenix! Trey will screw up this chance again.

Phoenix: Storme picks up Trey and starts to deliver heavy elbow strikes. He goes for a Leaping Lariat again, Trey dodges and tags him with a heavy right hand! Trey to the ropes, but Storme counters with a spin kick to the stomach! Impaler DDT by Storme! And he picks up Trey, signaling to the crowd that he is finishing this match!

Phantom: The end is near! Just as I said, Phoenix.

Phoenix: Storme kicks Trey in the gut and lifts him up. End of Discord! Storme planted Trey with that modified version of the Schwein! Storme covers!

One…

Two…

Three! Storme survives the first test!

Announcer: Trey Spurance has been eliminated…

“This is the New Shit” by Marlin Manson blares on the PA as Bobino comes out of the curtain. He points directly at Storme and runs down the ramp and into the ring. Both men start exchanging punches in the ring.

Announcer: The next opponent weighs in tonight at 243 pounds! This is Bobino!

Phoenix: This one is starting out faster than the first fall, as Bobino and Storme are trading shots. Both men have been going back and forth verbally with one another the past few weeks. Bobino takes advantage in the strike exchange now with an enziguri, knocking Storme down.

Phantom: Speaking of people who waste opportunities, we have another example with Bobino. Come now Phoenix, you can sympathize with wasting time. Bobino is just jealous of the talent of a Steve Storme and can’t handle it.

Bobino stomps on Storme, than picks him up. Storme rakes Bobino in the eyes, and then runs for the ropes.  As Storme comes forward, Bobino ducks under and gets him with the rolling Single leg Crab. Bobino puts pressure on the hold, trying to force Storme to submit, but the champion won’t quit. He reaches the ropes after a minute, causing a rope break.

Phoenix: Bobino really putting in work in this match. He stomps on Storme’s leg a number of times, starting to focus on a body part.

Phantom: I’ll give that much to Bobino. He knows how to dissect an opponent. Finishing them, that’s a differnet story.

Phoenix: He picks Storme up and Irish whips him to the ropes. Bobino goes for a rolling back elbow, but Storme dodges! Bobino regains his footing and goes for a looping right hook. Storme dodges again and hooks Bobino in the Full nelson hold!

Phantom: You can do so much with this hold. You can use it to sap the energy out of people, submit them, or dump them on their heads. People like you Phoenix, who want to see five thousand cartwheels in a match, are the reason this country and this sport suffers.

Phoenix: Bobino attempts to fight out of the hold, only for Storme to dump him on his head with a release Dragon Suplex!

Phantom: So it was option C? That is the first big damage to Bobino. This will allow Storme to capitalize, which he appears to be doing as he is stomping the neck and back of Bobino.

Phoenix: Storme is now in command and throws Bobino into the corner. He starts to hit him with a number of knees to the chest, then follows it up with an elbow strike to the head. Storme stands Bobino up in the corner and backs off.

Phantom: This could end badly for Bobino!

Phoenix: Storme goes for the running boot into the corner, but Bobino moves out of the way, causing Storme to crash into the corner! Storme gets out of the corner and gets nailed with a Super kick by Bobino!

Cover!

One…

Two…

Kickout at two!

Phantom: Storme shows his champion’s heart by getting out of that one. Bobino surprised him with that. I doubt he will get that close to victory again.

Phoenix: Bobino picks Storme up and kicks him in the leg. Storme hits Bobino with a number of right hands. He goes for another, but Bobino counters with a Rolling leg lock! He has that locked on in a good position! Storme is crawling to the ropes trying to get there. And he finally makes it!

Phantom: Ok. I might have underestimated Bobino slightly. He is doing a good job. Phoenix obviously is holding some sort of laser pointer to distract Storme.

Bobino picks up Storme and signals for the Un-Natural Selection. As he lifts him up, Storme leaps out Bobino’s arms and hits him with a roundhouse kick to the head, dazing Bobino. Storme goes for another lariat, but Bobino dodges and goes for a backslide. Before the ref can count the pin, Storme counters out of the back slide and locks in the Broken Dreams.

Phoenix: Storme has the Broken Dreams locked in, right in the center of the ring! Bobino is trying to fight out of this hold, looking for some way to counter out of it!

Phantom: He is too far from the ropes and Storme has that perfectly synched in. Bobino may have to tap out.

Phoenix: Bobino continues to look for a way out, while Storme reaches back to apply more pressure. Bobino has no choice and taps out! The second part of the gauntlet is over! Valiant effort by Bobino! I don’t think this will be the last time we see these two in the ring!

Announcer: Bobino has been eliminated! Introducing the third challenger…

“Psycho Circus” by KISS blares on the PA as Blackwell marches slowly toward the ring. Storme is trying to catch his breath and get some feeling back in his leg, knowing his next opponent has almost a hundred pounds on him.

Announcer: He weighs in at 325 pounds. This is BLACKWELL!

As Blackwell enters the ring, Storme attacks with a running dropkick to the knee. He starts to kick Blackwell down to size with a barrage of kicks to the leg and body.

Phoenix: Storme trying to gain the early advantage against Blackwell. He seems to not want to risk having the big man stand up in this match.

Phantom: This is the portion of the evening, Phoenix, where I remember something substantial from MY great career, since you had fewer moments in the sun than Trey did. A guy like Storme, in this type of match, will want to do all he can to take out Blackwell as quickly as possible. If he has to be dirty or attack him quickly, so be it!

Phoenix: Blackwell finally stands up, but Storme is right on him with kicks to his right leg. Storme goes for another kick, but Blackwell grabs it and beal throws Storme to the other side of the ring!

Phantom: Blackwell took Storme and threw him like a rag doll. This could be the turning point!

Phoenix: Storme starts to get up and Blackwell runs toward him. He goes for the Clothesline from hell, but Storme ducked! Blackwell turns around! Dropkick to the knee of Blackwell! Storme unloads with a number of kicks to the chest of Blackwell! He backs off and yells at the top of his lungs! Shining Wizard!

Phantom: Storme’s knee connected right on Blackwell’s temple!

Phoenix: Cover!

One…

Two…

Three! It’s over!

Announcer: Blackwell has been eliminated! Introducing the final participant…

“Bulletproof” by Five Finger Death Punch blares on the PA as Paul Brooks comes out and makes his way quickly to ringside. He then stops right in front of the ring and walks in cautiously, making sure that Storme does not get the advantage.

Announcer: He weighs in tonight at 180 pounds. This is PAUL BROOKS!

Phoenix: Storme comes forward quickly to rush, but Brooks dodges the attack and starts to hit Storme with a number of boxing combinations. He goes for a big uppercut, but Storme dodges and goes for the roundhouse kick! Brooks dodges and shoots for a takedown and grabs a headlock on the ground!

Phantom: Brooks has been showing some skills and improvement since his debut with the company. And I respect the fact that he wants to mix it up with the top people here. I just don’t know if he is ready for this step yet.

Phoenix: Where you when you got your first opportunity against a big name opponent, Phantom? Back to the action as Storme tries to get up, Brooks still holding the headlock in place. Storme picks Brooks up and hits him with the atomic drop! Brought out an old school move you rarely see anymore. And Storme follows that up with an elbow to the back of the head! Quick cover! One…two…kickout by Brooks!

Phantom: Storme trying to end his night quickly after going through three other men.

Phoenix: Storme picks up Brooks and hits him with a number of elbow strikes. He goes for a running elbow, but Brooks counters with a belly to belly suplex! Storme gets up, holding his back. Brooks rushes toward Storme and has him in the Thai clinch. He starts throwing knees to the body of Storme! An interesting bit of offense for the masked man.

Phantom: Very interesting, but it is refreshing to see that Brooks is not the stereotypical Masked wrestler. He seems to have a similar style to Japanese masked man Kendo Kashin. Very MMA based.

As Brooks continues the punishment, Storme is able to get his hands in Brooks face and rake his eyes. Storme than kicks Brooks with a spin kick to the stomach, followed by a running knee lift to the face of Brooks. Storme grabs Brooks by the leg and locks in a single leg crab hold, stepping on Brooks’ head while he wrenches the hold and rests

Phantom: Sound strategy by Storme. He is attacking a body part that seems to be part of the repertoire of Brooks while also taking a breather. Also, I would like to say I am a big fan of the single leg crab while stepping on the idiots head. I used that a few times myself.

Phoenix: And still lost. Back to the action as Storme has finally let go of the hold. He picks Brooks up and starts to hit him with a barrage of kicks and elbow strikes. Storme backs off, going for the running big boot! And he misses!

Phantom: Everyone misses. No big deal!

Phoenix: Brooks is capitalizing with a number of boxing combinations! He punches Storme in the gut and hits a trifecta of vertical suplexes! One! Two suplexes! And Three! The Three amigos, a tribute to the late Eddie Guerrero! Brooks covers! One…two…Kickout by Storme!

Phantom: I will admit, I thought this kid would have the worst showing, but he has proven me dead wrong. And I hate when someone proves me wrong! I hope Storme makes him tap!

Phoenix: Brooks picks up Storme, but Storme pops up and hits Brooks with a number of right hands. He goes for a big right, but Brooks blocks him and locks in the Thai Clinch!

Phantom: This doesn’t look good!

Phoenix: Brooks hits Storme with the PB Special, kneeing him in the chest a number of times, took him down with the Uranage slam and into an arm-triangle choke! Storme could be wiped from the previous matches.

Phantom: But Storme still has a chance. Not just because he is the champ.

Phoenix: What makes you think he can survive, Phantom?

Phantom: As a ring general, it is always necessary to know your ring position. While Brooks is more technically sound than most rookies, his lack of experience in knowing the area he has the hold locked on, that ring awareness, will allow Storme to escape.

Phoenix: Sadly, Phantom is correct, as Storme makes it to the ropes after a few minutes of struggle. Brooks knows he was so close, you can see it in his body language.

Phantom: Now is the time to see if he can keep it up and push back the disappointment or let it linger and cost him.

As Brooks picks him up, Storme shoves him into the referee, knocking the ref down briefly. As Brooks goes back to grab him, Storme punches Brooks below the belt. The ref gets back up as Storme quickly lifts up Brooks , than drives him down to the canvass with the Dangerous DDT.

Phoenix: Dangerous DDT by Storme. Busting out that brutal Brainbuster made famous by Toshiaki Kawada. Cover by Storme! One…two…kickout at two! How did Brooks kick out of that?

Phantom: I have no clue, Phoenix! Storme looks pissed and is measuring up Brooks!

Phoenix: Brooks is on one knee. Storme with a running arched big boot to the kneeling Paul Brooks!

The cover!

One…

Two…

Three! This one is over!

Announcer: The winner of the match and still LPW Television Champion! STEVE STORME!

Steve Storme: 4.07 APS + 2.40 AVS= 6.47
Paul Brooks: 3.73 APS + 0.30 AVS= 4.03
Bobino: 2.47 APS + 0.10 AVS= 2.57
Trey Spruance: 0.00 APS + 0.00 AVS = 0.00
Blackwell: 0.00 APS + 0.00 AVS = 0.00

Phoenix: Storme continues to be on a roll as LPW Television champion, but we might have seen two new contenders emerge.

Phantom: You mean one possible contender and a retread that talks a good enough game that gets under peoples skin! Brooks put in a good effort and I think he could get another chance soon. But all hail the Television Champion!

Phoenix: We’re going to cut to a quick commercial break but stay tuned! When we return, we have our main event for the
evening!
[INDENT][/INDENT]

Insanity returns with Mike Announcer standing in the center of the ring.

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome Solomon Idol!

”Rock Star” by N*E*R*D hits…the camera is pointed towards the aisle way but no one comes out….

Phantom: Maybe he didn’t like the way he was addressed?

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Idol!

Phantom: That’s more like it!

Phoenix: Please…

The music restarts but still no one comes out…

Phoenix: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m there is something going on in the back…

Camera actually cuts to the outside of the arena where a pearly white EC145 with a Mercedes Benz emblem is touching down in front of the entry way…the few people that were standing around are scattering as it safely lands.

The door opens and Solomon Idol emerges, sporting a tailored Italian suit, scarf, and sun glasses.  Before walking out he looks back towards the pilot.

Solomon Idol: Keep the motor running, I’m not staying long.

Solomon Idol steps down from the plane and is followed by 4 PERCs, dressed in riot gear and armed with cattle prods. As Mr. Idol approaches the door an arena official attempts to welcome Mr. Idol with a handshake, but he holds up his hands, shaking his head.

As he enters the backstage area some of the wrestlers are nodding at Mr. Idol but he pretty much ignores them as he gets to the arena, where his music is still playing.

Solomon Idol and the PERCs emerge from the curtain to a mixed response.

Phantom: What an entrance! Did you see what he flew in on?  I didn’t even know Mercedes made choppers!

Phoenix: Keep kissing up, maybe he’ll let you ride in the front seat.

Phantom: You think so?  You know we used to be teammates right?

Solomon Idol enters the ring and calls for the microphone.  The PERCs get information at the ring apron facing the aisle.

Solomon Idol: LPW Insanity…Transylvania…everyone watching at home, the ENTERTAINMENT PORTION of your evening is about to begin!

Mixed reaction, which sort of surprises Solomon.

Solomon Idol: I wanted to give our new GM, whatever the hell his name is, the benefit of the doubt, but obviously he is a very stupid man.  Who the hell books a show in freaking Transylvania?

Crowd boos.

Solomon Idol: We couldn’t even find this place!  That’s why I’m late, the pilot told me this place didn’t even come up on GPS, and that’s with a military grade system!  Do you mouth breathers even have running water in this town?

Crowd continues.

Solomon Idol: That’s why I’m not booked on this week’s card.  The Firm informed that the average cost of a ticket for tonight’s show is 26.7% less than a non televised LPW house show!  I’m sorry but I don’t perform at discount rates, Black Friday was two weeks ago!  Transylvania doesn’t deserve a Solomon Idol match…hell from the look of things Transylvania doesn’t even own a toilet that deserves my excrement!  You people can’t afford me or my fecal matter!

Phoenix: That’s enough Idol!

Phantom: What? He’s just letting these nickel and dimmers know the deal…and at least he’s cleaned up his language!

Solomon Idol: What’s-his-name made a very costly mistake by booking Insanity in this so called city because it has kept his biggest draw from agreeing to match on tonight’s show.  And what a great match it would have been, on the heels of my triumphant return to LPW competition where I single handily, all by myself, ended the career of that Ogre Ash Strife!

Phoenix: All by himself?  Really?

Phantom: You saw the match Phoenix, what are you talking about really?  Did he not knock the alter ego out of that schizophrenic?

Phoenix:  I guess, but I’d hardly say he did it single handily. Plus..I think Krimson Mask did more to end Strife than Idol did..

Solomon Idol: What a statement that was, in my first match in years I put Ash Strife, better known as BITCH CUB, on the shelf! Nighty-night Bitch Cub, we all here wish you a speedy recovery!

Crowd boos.

Solomon Idol: I wanted to make a statement to all the big mouth haters in the back, on the internet, even in the announce booths…

Phantom: Ha! He’s talking to you, big mouth!

Solomon Idol: What you saw in Cancun was just a taste!  I have an open check book in the LPW to do whatever I want, whenever I want, to whoever I want. As I mentioned before, my return isn’t about money, it isn’t about my legacy, it isn’t about titles…my return is simply about one thing…the need to feed my BIG ASS EGO!

Phoenix: Finally, something we agree on.

Solomon Idol: And I’m not going to stop eating until I’m full, so like my nigga Lil’ B, LET THIS BOY COOK!

Solomon Idol starts “cooking” in the ring as the crowd is booing.

Phoenix: Oh boy, this is REAL entertaining!

Phantom Lord: Shut up and let that boy cook!

Solomon Idol: All right, I’ve already given you all more than your money’s worth, but before I hop back on the EC145 and get back to my storybook life I figured I’d let you all know who the Firm is working on to be my next victim.  I’ve actually had my eye on him…

Solomon Idol is cut off by the big screen, flashing a loud scrambled signal.

Solomon Idol: What the hell?  I’m talking here!

The disruption continues.

Solomon Idol: Hey! You idiots need to get it together, I’m not finished damnit!

The entire video feed is interrupted with a shot of Solomon’s palatial Southern California estate. The camerawork is shaky and rudimentary as if filmed on a hand-cam with the red [REC] symbol blinking incessantly in the upper-most left hand corner. The sound of sirens and fire engines can be heard in the distance as the camera pans down to the large garage structure of the home. A gaggle of frantic, scantily clad women are running about in a fracas, quickly trying to defuse what appears to be a raging inferno engulfing the entire outside of the structure. A sudden explosion rocks the foundations of the estate, causing a few of the women to be thrown asunder as hot ash and cinders pepper the air with an orange, glowing umbrage illuminates the Californian night sky, intermingling with thick clouds of black smoke.

The camera slowly pans to the drive-way and large iron-rod gate that separates the main road from Solomon’s personal private one, the gate a twisted heap from the last explosion with a strategically placed set of iron bars missing from the gate itself as if pulled prior to the explosion. Suddenly, a purple flame ignites, the mystery of the missing bars solved as they have been fashioned to create a singular symbol:


Camera cuts back to Solomon Idol still in the ring.  He has removed his glasses and has a look of disbelief on his face.  He is shaking his head no…

Solomon Idol:…that can’t be…that’s my house….THAT’S MY HOUSE!!!!  NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

Solomon Idol flies out of the ring and sprints towards the back with the PERCs scrambling to follow him.

The cameras have a hard time keeping up with Solomon, who is about 15 feet ahead of them.   He gets out the door before the crew and the PERCs do…as the camera exits the arena Solomon is running back towards them.

Solomon Idol: GET BACK!  GET BACK!!!!

Solomon jumps at the cameraman and tackles him to the ground, the camera still gets a shot of the Helicopter lit up in flames. The PERCs form a perimeter around Solomon and the Camera man, covering up the camera, when a loud explosion is heard.

The PERCs are knocked to the ground…the camera is shaken up for a moment but still has a picture…the camera man gets to his feet and starts panning across the scene of smoke and suit covering everywhere.  He turns towards Solomon Idol, who is on the ground, eyes wide open…one of the PERCs is up, he heads to Solomon.

PERC: *coughing* Mr. Idol, are you all right?

Solomon Idol: (nodding) Yeah I’m good…

PERC: What did you see?  Did you see anyone?

Solomon Idol: (nodding) Stop talking to me…go check on everyone else, make sure everyone got off the helicopter in time…

PERC: But Mr. Idol…

Solomon Idol: GO DO YOUR F****NG JOB!  I’M FINE!

PERC: Yes sir.

The PERC walks off as Solomon Idol pulls out his iPhone and starts dialing…

Phantom: I’m..wow..I’m..well the more things change here, the more they stay the same. There’s no telling what actually might happen on any given episode of Insanity and this is a testament to this universal truth.

Phoenix: …That symbol looked suspiciously familiar.

Phantom: You don’t think it was cYnical, do you?

Phoenix: Who else could it be? He’s a guy who claims to worship a damn flame and also is the reincarnate of Prometheus. He has means…I guess if you believe in that sort of junk. And motive.

Phantom: A wise man once said “the absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence”.

Phoenix: Right. So you just admitted to cYn’s guilt of blatant attempted murder.

Phantom: Uh..wait..no! That’s not what I meant at all.

Phoenix: I’m just saying it isn’t beyond cYnical to do things that are a tad…drastic. Well fans, it is time for our main event of the evening and this match could have HUGE ramifications heading into The Death Cube match.

Phantom: That is an understatement because Morpheus and Andy Savana have been silent about who they would pick to face the other in that match.

Phoenix: It could be anyone on the Insanity roster. Hell it could be you or me.

Phantom: Well if I did get a title shot on the next show, it would save be a lot of trouble on the comeback trail.

Phoenix: I’ve been in this company just as long as you. What makes you think you’d get a title shot over me? Am I not just as deserving?

Phantom: Do I really need to compare my career to yours?

Phoenix: Hey I’m a former World Tag Team champion. I can say unlike you that I am a former World Champion.

Phantom: That hurt.

Phoenix: I’m sorry, that was wrong.

Phantom: Okay then.

Phoenix: Well now that we’ve made up, lets head up to the ring and to our good friend Mike Announcer for the official introductions.

The shot pans the sold out crowd as it cuts to the ring and Mike Announcer for the introductions.

Announcer: Wrestling fans the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and it is your LPW Insanity main event of the evening.

"Bullet With Butterfly Wings" by Smashing Pumpkins

Announcer: Introducing first, coming down the isle, first he hails from  The Dark Side Of Your Subconscious and he weighs in at 190 Pounds…This is CYYYYYNNNNNNIIIIIIICCCCAAAAAAALLLLL! His tag team partner, hailing from Houston, Texas he weighs in at 244 pounds and he is the reigning and defending LPW United States Champion…This is AAAANNNNNNNDDDDDDYYYYY SSSSAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVAAAAAAAANNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAA!

Phoenix: Savana and cYnical come out to a tremendous ovation from the crowd as they look to be all business tonight.

Phantom: They’re going up against a man who is the size of an old Chrysler Newport in Big B. Brown and the World’s Heavyweight Champion Morpheus. Big B. Brown by himself is bad enough as cYnical found out on the last show, but putting him with Morpheus is a recipe for disaster.

Phoenix: This might be true, but cYnical made the big man tap out. He could easily do that again this week.

Phantom: While a good guillotine will bring down the mightiest of men, Cynical knows he got lucky with that move. Big B. Brown if given the chance will not allow him to get lucky a second time.

As Cyn and Andy stand in the ring, the lights go out as "Black Water" by Symphorce comes on the PA system and Morpheus and Big B. Brown walk through a cloud of white smoke to make their way down to the ring

Announcer: And their opponents…first he hails from Harlem, New York and he weighs in at 300 Pounds…This is BBBBIIGGG BBBBB BBBBRRRROOOOOOWWWNNNN! His tag team partner, he hails from The Dream Realm and he weighs in at 265 Pounds, he is the current reigning and defending LPW World’s Heavyweight Champion…This Is MMMMMOOOOOORRRRRPPPPPPHHHHHEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSS!

Phoenix: What an eary sight as Morpheus and Big B. Brown make their way to the ring. You’d think Morph has to feel at home here tonight in Transylvania.

Phantom: Oh I get it. He wears Black and looks like the singer from Cradle Of Filth so he must be a vampire.

Phoenix: I would never suggest Morpheus is a vampire.

Phantom: Well he does have some qualities in common with Vlad the Impailer, just ask poor Nigel Vanderbilt. I’ve seen plenty of crazy things in this business…hell I’ve done a lot of them. But what happened to Nigel takes it to a whole new level of Insanity…even for this company.

Phoenix: Insanity is the best way to describe it. Who knows how long Nigel might be out of action or if he can ever wrestle again after what The Awakening did to him. But right now it looks like Morpheus is directing traffic and Big B. Brown is going to start things off with the man who beat him for the spot in the DeathCube, cYnical. The referee calls for the bell and this one is underway as Big B. Brown is doing some trash talking to Cynical saying he got lucky last time around. They go to tie up and Big B. Brown shoves cYn down with ease.

Phantom: This guy is a freak of nature. Mark my words; he will be a future world champion someday. Hopefully not before m,e though.

Phoenix: I agree, he does have all the tools to be the man in this sport as Cynical is back up and they go to lock up again and cYn goes behind and he nails Big B. Brown with a blow to the back and another and another and Big B. Brown just shakes it off like it’s nothing. cYn tries to whip Big B. Brown into the ropes but he can’t even budge him as Brown reverses and he sends cYn into the ropes and he levels him with a shoulder block.

cYnical retreats back to his corner and Andy Savana tags himself in and he walks right up to Big B. Brown

Phantom: Savana showing he has more guts than brains, who in their right mind walks up to this man?

Phoenix: Savana is impulsive for sure as he’s looking up at Big B. Brown and Brown is smiling AND ANDY SLAPS HIM RIGHT ARCROSS THE MOUTH. Big B. Brown swings for him and Andy ducks it and he nails him with a kick right to the side of the leg and another and another and Big B. Brown is hopping as Andy goes into the ropes and he nails him with a clothesline…but BIG B. BROWN IS STILL STANDING. Andy goes for another and it connects and Big B. Brown is fired up saying is that the best you got. Andy goes for a third and Big B. Brown goes for one of his own and Andy ducks it and he goes back into the ropes and he nails Big B. Brown with a dropkick right to the knee. Brown is down to one knee and Andy goes into the ropes and he levels Brown with a clothesline and down he goes. Andy with the cover…

One…

AND A KICKOUT WITH AUTHROITY BY BIG B. BROWN!

Phantom: Andy is going to have to dig deep into his bag of tricks to keep this mountain of a man down tonight.

Phoenix: Right now Big B. Brown is back up and he looks like the proverbial hornet’s nest that got kicked as Andy nails him with a big chop to the chest and a right and another chop and he nails him with a knee to the midsection and another and another and Big B. Brown is dazed as Andy Savana goes into the ropes once again AND BIG B. BROWN LEVELS HIM WITH A BIG BOOT.

Morpheus signals over to Big B. Brown to drag him to the corner and to tag him in

Phantom: It looks like the champ now wants a piece of Andy Savana.

Phoenix: What a better time than after he just had his head kicked off as Morpheus makes the tag and he’s just toying with Andy as he taps him with his boot and now Morpheus is bringing Andy back up to his feet and he shoves him into the corner and Morpheus puts on a blatant choke and he’s choking him down to the ground as the referee is trying to break it up and he does. Morpheus is jawing with the referee and now Big B. Brown is down on the floor and he has that huge arm of his wrapped around Andy’s throat. This isn’t a match…it’s a mugging.

Big B. Brown steps back up onto the ring apron before the referee sees anything and Morpheus casually walks over and tags him back in.

Phoenix: That’s all Morpheus is going to do?

Phantom: Well when you are the world champion, you really don’t have to do anything. It’s the other guy’s job to beat you. Plus in a match like this, locker room seniority comes into play.

Phoenix: That is as warped a sense of sportsmanship as I have ever heard as Big B. Brown grabs Andy Savana and he picks him up and slams him down to the mat with a big body slam. Andy was a good seven feet up before he got planted and now Big B. Brown is in the corner and he comes running and he drops a HUGE elbow right into the chest of Andy Savana.

Phantom: Hey we all know Andy can take punishment and abuse like no one else, but after a while it’s going to catch up with him.

Phoenix: Meanwhile Morpheus is directing traffic on the ring apron as he tells Big B. Brown to do it again and Brown is back up and he drops the huge elbow once again. Morpheus is telling him do it one more time and Big B. Brown is back up and he’s looking right at Morpheus saying we should just end this and Morpheus is saying no…do it again.

Big B. Brown sets up in the corner once again and he goes for the big elbow and Andy Savana rolls out of the way and Big B. Brown crashes down into the mat. Andy quickly gets up and he stumbles to his corner and he tags in Cynical who promptly goes up to the top rope

Phoenix: BIG B. BROWN MISSED THE ELBOW AND NOW CYN IS TAGGED IN AND HE’S UP ON THE TOP ROPE. Big B. Brown is standing back up and he turns around AND CYNICAL NAILS HIM WITH A BIG TOP ROPE DROPKICK. Big B. Brown is reeling and cYnical is back up and he nails him with another dropkick and another and another and Big B. Brown falls back into his corner and Morpheus tags himself in.

Morpheus goes right after Cynical and Cyn takes him down with a drop toehold using his own momentum.

Phantom: That’s not fair. Morpheus wasn’t prepared for a move like that.

Phoenix: I thought you were turning over a new leaf in your career.

Phantom: I am, but I also don’t want Morpheus to steal my soul while I’m asleep.

Phoenix: AH HA…You admit it. He is a Vampire.

Phantom: VAMPIRES DON’T STEAL SOULS IN YOUR SLEEP!

Phoenix: Oook…meanwhile back in the ring Cynical is putting the boots to Morpheus. There is lots of bad blood between these two from over the years as Cyn brings Morpheus back up to his feet and he nails him with a palm strike right to the side of the head. Cyn goes to whip him into the ropes but it’s countered and Morph sends Cyn in and Morpheus catches him and he plants him with a big overhead Belly To Belly. Morpheus quickly goes for a cover…

One…

Two…

Kickout by cYnical!

Morpheus picks cYnical back up and he throws him into his corner and he tags in Big B. Brown and Morpheus is telling to put the boots to him. Big B. Brown steps over the top rope and he glares at Morpheus as Morph goes back out onto the apron. Morph is screaming at him to do it and Brown is says do your own damn work. Morph then slaps him and tells him to do as he’s told. While this is going on Andy Savana calls Mike Announcer over and asks for the microphone.

Phantom: The team of Morpheus and Big B. Brown is disintegrating before our eyes right now.

Phoenix: And Andy Savana has called for the microphone.

Andy: GUYS…GUYS…Hey listen before your lover’s quarrel goes any further, I thought now would be as good of a time as ever to tell you Morph who you will be facing at All Stars.

Morpheus says to Andy it doesn’t matter who it is.

Andy: Oh you don’t think it matters? I think you’re opponent will beg to differ…and Morph…he’s standing right in front of you. That’s right Big B. Brown…it’s you. At All Stars…it’s Brown vs. Morpheus for the World Title.

Big B. Brown lights up and he slaps Morpheus across the chest and the referee says that’s a tag and he grabs Morpheus and hip tosses him over the ropes and into the ring

Phantom: What in the hell is going on? Can Andy even do that?

Phoenix: Not only has he, but I am being told that it is indeed official. Big B. Brown has Morpheus in the corner and he’s putting the boots to him and he’s stomping away on him like Morph owes him money. And Big B. Brown pulls him out and he sends him into the ropes and he grabs him by the throat and he has him up and he connects with a BIG chokeslam.

Morpheus is down and out as he is picked up by Big B. Brown and Brown sets him up for The Brown Bomb

Phantom: Big B. Brown is sending a hell of a message right now and he does this next time when the belt is on the line, we will be looking at a new World Champion.

Phoenix: Cynical has made it back to his corner during all of this and he tags in Andy Savana as Big B. Brown picks Morpheus up AND HE CONNECTS WITH THE BIG B. BROWN BOMB! Brown just flipped Morpheus off and he says the gold is coming home with him next time as Andy Savana runs in now that he is legal and he covers Morpheus. The referee with the count…

One…

Two…

Three.

Announcer: The winners of the match are the team of CYNICAL and the LPW United States Champion ANDY SAVANA.

Andy Savana & cYnical 3.93 APS + 4.27 APS + 1.70AVS= 9.90
Morpheus & Big B. Brown 4.20 APS + 4.13 APS + 1.10 AVS= 9.43

Andy Savana stands victorious over Morpheus as cYnical shakes his head but raises their hands in victory

Phantom: This is not going to stand well with Morpheus. I have known this man for a long time and let me tell you this much; in addition to being made of pure evil, he is a man who does not like to be embarrassed. What happened to Nigel Vanderbilt will seem tame in comparison when Morph gets around to both Big B. Brown and Andy Savana.

Phoenix: You raise a good point, but Morpheus brought it on himself tonight when he tried to direct traffic and he barked orders to Big B. Brown. Brown might like to have a good time, but in that ring he is all business and he follows no one’s orders and Morpheus learned that the hard way.

The replay of the Big B. Brown Bomb is shown once again.

Phoenix: Look at this move. If he hits it on him in the championship match, it will be Big B. Brown walking into the Death Cube as World Champion. Well fans, that’s all the time we have for you this evening. Tune in next time where both Insanity and Pyromania brands come together for a super event we like to call All Stars! In the main event, will we possibly see a new World Heavyweight Champion crowned in Big B. Brown or will Morpheus and his diabolical Awakening stave off the onslaught of yet another young, hungry competitor? And on the flipside of that, can Andy Savana retain his United States Championship against a resurgent Ultramarcus? This is Blazing Phoenix…

Phantom: And Phantom Lord!

Phoenix: Signing off and wishing you a happy holidays!

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