Orange and Red pyrotechnics explode all over the ring, before erupting up the ramp, lighting up the stage in vibrant colors. Every man and his dog in the arena is on their feet, unable to contain their excitement as the event that’s been too long in the making is finally here upon them. The camera pans around, showing the excitement on everybody’s faces, before settling on three familiar faces at the announce table.

Blazing Phoenix: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Altered Reality Six! Brought to you LIVE from Denver, Colorado, I'm Blazing Phoenix with my broadcasting partners The Rik and Robert Lillehammer! Gentlemen, how does it feel to be calling the biggest event in LPW?

The Rik: Like a dream come true, Phoenix. This Denver crowd is electric, and the card will not disappoint!

Robert Lillehammer: Well obviously, no fan could be disappointed by Pyromania's total domination of Insanity  tonight.

Phoenix: Would you like to get us started on the run-down, Robert?

Lillehammer: We might as well have the most professional among us start us off.

Rik: Gladly. Our first match is a-

Lillehammer: I was referring to me! Our first match tonight is a Tables Elimination Tag Team match, with Pyromania's Mr. Golden leading his team of Christian Parkes, Dick Dynamo, Dyno Might and Zenith against some Insanity cretins.

Phoenix: The 'cretins' you're referring to are Pyromania's downfall, led by Captain Damien Blaze and consisting of Ozzy Crerar, Phantom Lord, Daientine and Pope Fred!

Rik: As the only one not blinded by brand pride, this match is going to be extremely competitive, and will set a great tone for the rest of the show.

Phoenix: Speaking of, the Tag Team Gauntlet match follows quickly after.

Lillehammer: Pyromania's own Sixx King and Dazz Andrews team up to face the half-Pyro team of Cripsy and Trey Spruance, and then some Insanity workers.

Phoenix: Oh not this again. Are you going to announce any Insanity superstars?

Lillehammer: I will not sully my tongue.

Rik: The two teams Robert named will face off with the returning Jeff Whitt and Blackwell, and the re-debuting James McDaygo and CraZe.

Phoenix: The winners will go on to face Azreal and Steve Storme for the LPW Tag Team Championships, at a date yet to be announced.

Rik: A hard fought battle for the best of teams, can these hope to compare?

Lillehammer: A solid victory over three other teams will make them a threat, whether they'd ever teamed before or not.

Phoenix: True enough. Our next match is one of the two Champion vs Champion match, putting Pyromania's Pure Champion Daniel Purser against Insanity's Hardcore Champion Cyborg Lincoln. Your thoughts?

Lillehammer: After Lincoln's loss to Steve Storme at Ragnarok, the edge has to go to Purser.

Rik: Yet, the Hardcore stipulation has got to favor the Hardcore Champion, doesn't it?

Phoenix: Not necessarily, Daniel Purser is a strange choice for Pure Champion, considering his background is in brawling and hardcore wrestling.

Lillehammer: Either way, this should be an incredibly violent and exciting match.

Rik: Speaking of, our next match has a unique gimmick, as Xander Kross defends his Western States Heritage Championship in a Skyscraper match, against Lacey Valentine, Paul Brooks, Al, Bobino and Sean Jensen.

Lillehammer: This match is a tossup, with so much talent and a gimmick that still hasn't been revealed, it's sure to be an interesting show.

Phoenix: I can't help but agree. Following on from that, the Owner's Cup Finals. Eddie B. and Ultramarcus facing off for a world title match at the time and place of their choosing.

Lillehammer: A huge prize being fought for by one of each brand's most impressive superstars. Both on major rolls, and both heading into the Main Event tag match later in the evening.

Rik: With such a huge prize on the line, you have to imagine that both competitors will do anything and everything to take it home with them.

Phoenix: No doubt. Our next match is an incredibly personal affair, and one I'm fairly certain that Robert has some thoughts about.

Lillehammer: That damned Canadian Ryan James will finally get his comeuppance for kidnapping the wife of Special Agent Jeff Watson when the latter beats the stuffing out of him in a Barbed Wire Salt Pit Match.

Rik: A very violent match to end a very personal feud on the biggest stage in LPW. The type of match Altered Reality was made to showcase! I'm looking forward to it.

Phoenix: As are we all, but to me in pales compared to our next match, where rookie superstar Steve Storme hopes to defeat the legendary X and end the Altered Reality streak!

Rik: Storme has been on a hell of a roll recently, including taking away X's tag team championships at EPIC. Once X accepted the challenge, this match was destined to be an amazing one.

Lillehammer: As much as it pains me to say it, since it's Insanity-exclusive, this match has really caught my attention. A show-stealer for sure.

Phoenix: To make it easier on Robert, the next match has the future of Pyromania hanging in the balance, as LPW's CEO Damion Kross returns to the ring in Insanity colors to face Pyromania's General Manager, cﾘnical in a very high-stakes match.

Lillehammer: There's so much history here, I can't even begin to do it justice, but every Pyromaniac around the world will be tuning in to see the future unfold.

Rik: It will be interesting to see if Damion Kross can still 'go' in the ring, and I have no doubts that this will be very exciting. Next up is a traditional match, with a twist. The Main Event Elimination Tag Team Match, featuring five top men from each brand and then a lone warrior.

Phoenix: Insanity's team is led by Ultramarcus, and consists of Azreal, Krimson Mask, Big B. Brown and Nigel Vanderbilt.

Lillehammer: While Pyromania will defeat them with a team led by White Falcon, and consisting of Eric Scorpio, Seth Omega, Ken Ryans and Styxx!

Rik: Both great teams, but the X-factor is what's got everyone talking. Eddie B. shunned an offer to lead Pyromania's team, and chose instead to compete as his own team. Does he have a chance?

Lillehammer: Never count out Eddie B. and even though this will be a major challenge, his presence will throw things off enough that he has a legitimate chance tonight.

Phoenix: No matter who wins, they'll have serious bragging rights after tonight. Speaking of, that leads us into tonight's main event. The Martinez Cup!

Rik: Insanity's World Heavyweight Champion Morpheus will face off against his good friend, Pyromania's International Heavyweight Champion Tromboner Man!

Lillehammer: These men are both in the middle of record-setting World Championship reigns, with nothing but momentum behind them.

Phoenix: Truly the best in the world on a collision course, with the icing on the cake being that these men are very good friends.

Rik: Mutual respect from the two men at the top of their industry, facing off to learn who will hold the greatest prize in LPW. History will be made with this match, don't doubt it!

Phoenix: All that is coming up soon, but first, to kick off Altered Reality Six, we have a little surprise. So, without further ado, we’re going to send this up to the most professional ring announcer in the business…

Lillehammer: PLEASE don’t say P.A. Speaker…

Phoenix: Mike Announcer!!!

Lillehammer: OH THANK HEAVENS!!!

The lights in the arena dim, with a spotlight focusing on the Insanity ring announcer, Mike Announcer, as he steps up the steel steps and into the ring. The crowd falls silent as he raises his microphone to his mouth.

Mike Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Altered Reality Six. An event steeped in history. A history that is rich, vibrant, and forever awe inspiring. Tonight, we journey back through time to revisit Altered Realities past, as we honor the legacy the greats have left for us.

Rik: A journey through memory lane?

Phoenix: Precisely.

Announcer: We begin many years ago, at the innaugeral Altered Reality. An event that heralded a new era of the then Psychotic Wrestling Alliance. The first Pay-Per-View event held under a two brand system, with Schizophrenia and Pyromania meeting on the battlefield for the first time. At this event, we witnessed greatness, with Son of Repoman and Sashaband fighting valiantly for glory, to capture the maiden International Heavyweight Champion. Nobody can deny that both these men would have made great champions, but at Altered Reality, it would be the third man in this match that would stand up and achieve greatness in the main event. Ladies and Gentlemen, representing the first Altered Reality, please welcome the first International Heavyweight Champion… STONE!!!

With no music, and no fanfare, but a tremendous applause, the man himself, Stone, walks  out onto the stage, holding his old PWA International Heavyweight Championship. As a salute to the crowd, he holds it high above his head, generating a huge ovation.

Lillehammer: An inspiring man indeed. A member of the Hall of Fame, and one of the greatest men ever to walk through that curtain. His reign might not have ended on the best terms, but it certainly started under the best anyone could ever ask for

Announcer: By the time Altered Reality Two came to be, both brands of the PWA were at boiling point. The brands would go head to head in almost all events for the first time, with nothing put pride on the line. To compliment this, an award called the Martinez Cup was introduced, to be contested between the International and the World Heavyweight Champions. Stone had fought hard to keep his championship from Altered Reality, but his momentum would not be enough to stop the World Heavyweight Champion. Representing Altered Reality Two, please welcome the first Martinez Cup Champion… SoL!!!

Again, with no fanfare or music, the man fans now know as Solomon Idol walks through. His PERCs are nowhere to be seen. Instead, he carries his Martinez Cup with him. Upon seeing his old foe standing there, the two embrace, drawing a massive response from the crowd.

Phoenix: Two of the greatest power brokers in history stand on that stage. SoL has done it all, and undoubtedly the best we’ve ever seen. That’s why he was ranked number one on the Apex of the Decade. He truly is one awesome specimen of a man.

Announcer: Altered Reality Three is arguably the most famous for the controversy that surrounded it, and the change it brought upon the PWA. Shortly after, the company was renamed as LPW. It’s thought the brand  rivalry was the fuel that spurred on a number of decisions by some of the top superstars back then, and the fighting was furious because of it. Schizophrenia would once again defeat Pyromania. Unstoppable in leading Schizophrenia that year was their World Heavyweight Champion. Representing Altered Reality Three, the Martinez Cup champion, PEN!!!

Walking out on stage is Pen, to a positive reception. Martinez Cup in hand, he waves to the crowd, thanking them for their support as he takes his place along side SoL.

Rik: Pen famously retired after winning the Martinez Cup, vacating the World Heavyweight Champion and becoming one of the shortest champions on record. He wasn’t a long champion by any stretch of the imagination, but he will be remembered as one of the greats.

Announcer: At Altered Reality Four, a changing of the guard occurred. After years of being pushed around, the now Inferno brand challenged Insanity to put the Flagship Brand title on the line, something that had never been done before. Because of this moment, the title of flagship brand is put on the line at every Altered Reality. One man had the passion to lead the little brother brand to victory, and humble Insanity for the first time. That man is Pyromania’s only Martinez Cup champion to date. Representing Altered Reality Four, please welcome DREW MICHAELS!!!

With a smile on his face and getting a huge ovation from the Pyromaniacs in attendance. He holds his Martinez cup tight in his hand as he looks over the arena at all the adoring fans.

Lillehammer: As much as I hate my regular broadcast partner, even I have to admit something. Drew’s feat is something that cannot be under sold. He is the first to lead Pyromania to victory. The only to date to do so. He broke the mould before it was thought possible. He deserves his spot among the legends. Just don’t tell him I said that.

Announcer: Finally, among the bitter battles of Altered Reality Five, one stood heads and tails above the rest. Order was restored to LPW, with the now renamed Pyromania brand unable to retain it’s Flagship brand title. The man who lead Insanity to this moment could arguably be one of the greatest supporters of Pyromania. A man in touch with the flame, at the heart of the brand. Representing Altered Reality Five, CYNICAL!!!

Joining Drew, Pen, SoL and Stone on stage is the current pYromania General Manager, cﾘnical. Like the others, he holds his prize from Altered Reality, his Martinez Cup. The five of them stand proudly before the LPW Fans worldwide, all of them smiling.

Rik: One of the all time greats. The only man to compete for a Martinez Cup twice won his prize, and is able to say one thing. He is a Martinez Cup champion. cﾘnical, one of the best in LPW history.

Announcer: Tonight, more people will try to stake their claim to Altered Reality greatness. Tonight, another Martinez Cup champion will be crowned. Tonight, unless you’re aiming to create a legacy, you’ve entered the wrong event. To all our competitors tonight, from everybody in the LPW universe… Win, at all costs.

The crowd roars into life as the lights start to lift again. SoL, Stone, cﾘnical and Pen all return backstage, while Drew Michaels starts to make his way down the ramp.

Lillehammer: Wait… why is Drew coming here?

Phoenix: You didn’t expect to be here solo from the Pyromania desk, did you?

Lillehammer: Oh no…

Drew Michaels: BOBBY!!!

Lillehammer: Andrew…

Michaels: Did Bobby say nice things about me while I was gone?

Lillehammer: …

Rik: Very nice things Drew. So nice I wanted to vomit.

Michaels: You’re not a great liar Richard. But I can expect that from a Madcore.

Rik: Shut up Misfit.

Lillehammer: YES!!! Thank you…

Rik: You too twat!!

Phoenix: AND just like that, the night’s gone to the gutter. Thanks gentlemen, I was hoping to avoid it until at least three matches in, but it took us all of 20 seconds when everyone got here.

Michaels: Cry me a river you Insanity scum bag. I’m looking forward to this. Pyromania’s about to take names and kick ass. By the way… both the names and the ass belong to Insanity.

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Phoenix: With our formalities, and seemingly our niceties out of the way, I’m going to invite my Pyromania colleage to join me in calling this next match.

Michaels: Gladly. This match is such a gimmie match for us, it would be ridiculous if we wasted Robert’s calling inability on this.

Lillehammer: HEY!

Michaels: Shhh… I’m working here Bobby.

Phoenix: The stipulation Insanity has given this match is simple. It’s Tables Elimination. When every member of the opposing team has been put through a table, you win. It doesn’t get much easier than that.


"Bat Country" by Avenged Sevenfold starts to blare over the speakers, as Damien Blaze makes his way down to the ring, flanked by his team: Ozzy Crerar, Pope Fred, Daientine and Phantom Lord.  As the team starts to make their way down the ramp, Daientine pushes his way past Ozzy with his shoulder, as if Ozzy isn't even there. [/i]

Phoenix:  Here arrives Team Insanity, and it looks like they’re off to a rough start, we knew going into this that Ozzy and Daientine were not exactly best friends, but I was hoping they would at least be able to pull it together here tonight.

Michaels:  That’s just business as usual as far as Insanity goes, the boys at Pyromania hopefully won't make the same mistake.  This is our first match of the night, and Insanity is already ahead on the scoreboard, 1-0.

"That Golden Rule” by Biffy Clyro starts to play across the loudspeakers as Pyromania's team enters the arena together, lead by Mr. Golden.  He is joined by his team mates: Christian Parkes, The Mighty Dyno Might, Zenith, and Dick Dynamo.  The team makes their way down the ramp, and into the ring, where they are met by Insanity’s team.  [/i]

Michaels: This team is one that knows exactly how to work together as a unit.  These are five of the most talented superstars that not just Pyromania, but all of LPW has to offer. 

Phoenix: Insanity’s offerings are no slouches either, including LPW Hall of Famer Phantom Lord.  Both teams have taken their sides along the apron.  Only Damian Blaze and Mr. Golden remain in the ring.

Michaels: It looks like the two captains will be starting this one off.  A reminder, this match will follow regular elimination tag rules, meaning there will be one person in the ring from each team in the ring at a time, however eliminations can only occur when one person is put through a table. 

Phoenix: The referee has rung the bell, it looks like we're starting things off with a bang! 

Mr. Golden rushes towards Blaze immediately, chopping him square in the chest.  Blaze recoils in pain, as Golden continues his assault, knocking his opponent into the ropes. 

Michaels: Golden begins his assault with those knife-edged chops to the chest! 

Phoenix: Mr. Golden isn't satisfied with that though, Golden grabs Blazes wrist, and cinches in a wrist lock.

Michaels: Those holds that Golden has are just so strong, he's a technical marvel.  The man can submit you seven ways, just by looking at you. 

Blaze flips around on the ground, trying to escape the hold, but Golden continues to lock it in.  Blaze gets his shoulder underneath of Golden’s hands, and flips him over his back.

Michaels: Blaze is now in control for the first time in this match! 

Phoenix: Although it doesn't seem to be for long, Golden sneaks his way out, over to his corner, and tags in Zenith!

Zenith rushes into the ring, but is met with a missile drop kick from Blaze.  Zenith goes down hard to the ground.  Blaze motions to his team as Ozzy and Pope Fred jump off the apron, towards a nearby table, and roll it into the ring.  Blaze starts to set up the table, as Zenith crawls to his feet!

Phoenix: Well, Blaze did all the work setting that table up, but it may be Zenith who reaps the reward!  Zenith catches Blaze from behind!

Michaels: He's got Blaze over his shoulders!  A Fishermans suplex!

Phoenix: No!  Blaze escapes!  He wriggles free at the last moment!   

Michaels: Blaze hits a code breaker on the back of Zenith! 

Phoenix: Zenith starts to pick himself up, but it might be too late!  Blaze locks in the vertical suplex!  He's going for a Blaze Crusher through the table!  Into the ropes… AND REBOUND THROUGH THE TABLE!!! THAT’S HOW YOU DO IT!!!

Announcer: Zenith has been ELIMINATED!!!

Michaels: Well that’s great for the team, but here comes The Mighty Dyno Might, to even the score.  Dyno Might catches Blaze with a knee to the skull as the table and Zenith are removed from the ring.  Dyno lays Blaze out on the floor, and hits the ropes for a springboard moonsault! 

Phoenix: That is the high flying offence of The Mighty Dyno Might. 

Michaels: I would estimate that Dyno Might can hit you in some way from anywhere in the ring.  No matter where you are, he will find you, and he will hurt you. 

Phoenix: Dyno might starts to stomp his foot, as Damien Blaze gets to his feet…

Michaels: We've seen this before!  He's getting ready for EXPLOSIVECIDE!

Phoenix: The Mighty Minions are stomping their feet right along with their hero, the sound is deafening!  The Mighty Dyno Might stomps his foot right to the ground, preparing for the super kick!

Michaels: The Mighty Minions are making their presence known!  Blaze is on his feet! 

As Blaze goes to deliver the super kick, Damian Blaze catches him with a cradle suplex, and launches him headfirst into the mat.  Blaze springs off his feet, and tags in the first man he can find in his corner, Pope Fred!

Phoenix: The Mighty Minions can't be happy about that one!  Pope Fred looks upset them further!  Pope Fred gets Dyno Might back on his feet and comes after him with a European Uppercut!

Michaels: The nonsense of Pope Freds words sometimes make people forget that he is such a dedicated athlete.

Phoenix: Pope Fred follows it up with an Irish whip to the ropes, and catches Dyno Might with a clothesline.  And Pope Fred does not let up!

Michaels: Fred now, stomping away at the arms and legs of Dyno Might, so many of his moves are dependent on his legs.  That high flying artillery will do him no good if he can't stand.

Pope Fred continues his attack on Dyno Might with a running knee across the throat.  Dyno Might starts writhing in pain, trying to catch his breath. Fred starts to climb to the top rope, as Dyno Might tries to recover. 

Phoenix: Theres no telling what Fred is going to try to do from up there, Pope Fred is pretty much at home on that top turnbuckle.  Fred launches himself up into the air for a cross-body splash, but Dyno Might gets his knees up to block the shot!

Michaels: I'm not sure that was such a great move, Dyno Might is still trying to recover from having his neck crushed a few minutes ago, putting all that pressure on his knees and chest isn't going to get his breathing back to normal anytime soon. 

Phoenix: It's still better than the alternative, of getting your body crushed by a splash though. 

Michaels: I'm not arguing that, but I think taking the hit might have been a mistake, Dyno Might might have wanted to escape instead of getting his knees up. Dyno Might starts to roll slowly towards his corner.  Fred manages to get to his feet, to try and stop him, but he doesn't make it in time.  Dyno Might tags in Christian Parkes!

Phoenix: Parkes picks Fred up, and launches him into the ropes!

Michaels: Three Point Stance Spear!!!

Phoenix: After a move like that, normally I would suggest going for a pin, but this is a tables match, the only way Christian Parkes can do away with Pope Fred is to put him through a table! 

Michaels: I think thats exactly what Parkes is thinking right now, he motions to his teammates, and Dick Dynamo rolls a table into the ring from the outside! 

Phoenix: Parkes starts setting it up, but it might be a bit premature!  Pope Fred is back on his feet, and catches Parkes with a quick combination!  Fred kicks one of Parkes knees out from under him, bringing him down to one knee, and then cracks him in the back of the head with a strong kick. 

Michaels: Whatever happened to concussion awareness?  Pope Fred starts to set the table back up, and tries to roll Christian Parkes onto it.

Phoenix: Good luck there, Parkes has that massive football players build.  Theres no way he's going to manage to get Parkes onto the table.

As Phoenix said, Pope Fred is met with trouble, and can't manage to get him onto the table, before Parkes starts to stir.  Parkes gets off the table, and back to his feet, catches Fred with a short arm clothesline.  Parkes scans the area, and decides it's in his best interests to escape, he launches himself to his corner, tagging in Dick Dynamo. 

Michaels: Dynamo comes out of the corner like a house of fire!  Dynamo unloads on Fred with that furious offense, rights and lefts, connecting everywhere. 

Phoenix: Fred's not going to put up with that though, he shoves Dynamo off of him, and comes down hard with a drop kick the chest from out of nowhere! 

Michaels: Now Fred connects with a Pele Kick, and Dynamo goes down!  Pope Fred once again heads to that top rope!

With Fred on the top rope, Dynamo tries to get to his feet, but Fred launches himself off the top rope with a flying two handed chop!

Phoenix: That's one way to pray!

Michaels: How many opponents have we seen Pope Fred put away with the Prayer!?  If this was a regular match, he should have immediately gone for the pin, but he knows that isn't an option here.  Pope Fred will have a much easier time trying to get Dick Dynamo onto the table, than he did Christian Parkes. 

Pope Fred indeed manages to get Dick Dynamo onto the table, but as he turns his back, Dynamo manages to catch Fred with the Dragon Trap!

Phoenix: The Dragon Trap from out of nowhere!  Thats a gogoplata submission hold, one of the deadliest moves there is! 

Michaels: Fred is tapping, but it doesn't make a difference, he can't submit in this tables match! 

Phoenix: Dynamo releases the hold as Fred falls to the ground.  Dynamo picks Fred up, and slowly manages to get him onto the table.  Dynamo heads to the top turnbuckle. 

Michaels: I think we know what this is!

Phoenix: Dragon Meteor Press!  Right through the table!  The score is even, both teams have eliminated one person each!  Pope Fred has been eliminated!

Announcer: Pope Fred has been ELIMINATED.

Michaels: And look who’s just stepped into the ring to take over.

Phoenix: Hall of Famer, LPW Legend. This is going to be a clean sweep from here now that Phantom Lord’s taking the action.

Michaels: As the referees scramble to get Pope Fred and the rest of the trash out of the ring, Dick Dynamo sizes up Phantom Lord.

Phoenix: I don't think Phantom Lord wants to be sized up, he comes after Dynamo with the speed that the LPW hall of famer is known for.  Phantom Lord catches Dynamo with a headlock, but drags his head into one of the neutral corners.

Phantom Lord smashes Dynamos head against one of the turnbuckles; once, twice, three times, again and again, until the turnbuckle is busted open, and Phantom Lord tosses it away.  Phantom Lord launches Dynamo to the opposite side, and over the ropes, but Dynamo lands on the apron.  Phantom Lord charges after him, but Dynamo connects with a kick the skull of the living legend. 

Phoenix: Just for Dynamo to land offence against someone like Phantom Lord is impressive!  Now Dynamo finds himself on the outside, and it looks like he's going to set up a table, one of the many that have been scattered around the ring.  he starts to set it up, but here comes Phantom Lord!

Dynamo manages to set up the table, but as he moves away from it, Phantom Lord comes through the ropes with a suicide dive.  Phantom lord lands somewhere in the first row, and Dynamo is out on the area below. 

Michaels: It's moves like that, that put him in the Hall of Fame!  Phantom Lord, lurches back to his feet, and over the barricade. 

Phoenix: Phantom Lord rolls Dynamo back into the ring.  Before Phantom Lord can get into the ring, Dynamo crawls over to his corner, and reaches out his hand towards Christian Parkes.  Parkes shakes his head, No, and hops down off the ring apron.  Dynamo looks exasperated at the betrayal.

Michaels: What is Parkes doing!? 

Phoenix: Dynamo stretches out his hand for Mr. Golden, but Mr. Golden hops down as well, and walks away around the ring post.  Dynamo can't believe what he's seeing.  Phantom Lord is in the ring now, and right behind him.  Dynamo stretches out his hand for The Mighty Dyno Might, who is upset about what has just transpired, but as Dyno Might Stretches his hand out, Mr. Golden pulls him off the ring apron.

Michaels: What in the blue hell is going on!  You're going to cost us the match!

With nobody left to tag, Dynamo turns his attention to Phantom Lord, but it's too late.  Phantom Lord pulls Dynamo to his feet, and launches him over the top rope, and into the table that had been set up before. With Dynamo eliminated, Christian Parkes steps into the ring, charging towards Phantom Lord.

Announcer: Dick Dynamo has been ELIMINATED!!![/i]

Phoenix: Phantom Lord saw that coming, he sets him down with a sidewalk slam! Phantom Lord is back on his feet, and stomps on the legs and knees of his opponent.  Ozzy, Damien and Daientine cheer him on from ringside!

Michaels: After what Parkes did, I'd almost rather see Phantom Lord succeed here, and put him away.  Parkes is back on his feet, but Phantom Lord takes him down again with a Double Underhook Suplex! 

Phoenix: Parkes manages to escape though!  With his legs in the air, he catches Phantom Lord with a knee to the forehead!  Phantom Lord is stunned!  Parkes hits the ropes and connects with a shoulder tackle! 

Michaels: Phantom Lord, so resilient, he's back on his feet without a moments notice, but here comes Christian Parkes again with a Reverse STO! 

Phoenix: What a move!  Phantom Lord is back on the ground! 

Christin Parkes motions to Mr. Golden, who rolls a table into the ring. Parkes yells to Golden and Dyno Might, "Start Setting them up!"  Golden hops down right away, and starts to set up each and every table he can find, around the ringside area.  Dyno Might just shakes his head, no. 

Phoenix: Parkes pulls Phantom Lord to his feet, but Phantom Lord bull rushes Parkes, right into the turnbuckle!  He unloads with fists of fury, as Mr. Golden continues setting up every table he can find, outside the ring. 

Michaels: Parkes wanted that table, but he didn't even have time to set it up!  Phantom Lord now, gets Parkes out from the corner, lifts him onto his shoulders with his head facing the ground!  He's going to drop him, but where!?

Phoenix: remember that busted turnbuckle, that’s where!  Christian Parkes comes down face first on the exposed turnbuckle!  Parkes is in a daze! 

Michaels: And it's just like the hall of gamer to capitalize on it!  Phantom Lord hops right on his back and brings Parkes down with all of his weight with the Katahajime Choke.

Phoenix: Phantom Lord has that deadly Judo background that we know so well.  We've seen him use it time and time again, and I do believe that Christian Parkes is simply dead weight at this time! 

Phantom Lord casually walks over to the one table placed in the ring, and sets it up against the turnbuckle.  With Parkes still nearly unconscious, Phantom Lord launches him into the table, shattering it into pieces. 

Announcer: Christian Parkes has been ELIMINATED!!! 

Phoenix: Who's the next victim going to be!?  Phantom Lord wants to know.  Mr Golden and Dyno Might seem to be arguing at the apron.  They're down two to four, and it looks like Mr. Golden wants to get int othe ring, but Dyno Might won't let him.

Michaels: Focus, we need to win this! 

Phoenix: Golden tries to enter the ring, but Dyno might pulls him back in, and shoves him to the ground below, before climbing into the ring.

Michaels: Dyno Might has gotta be upset about what happened before with Dick Dynamo.  If they had been on the same page at that time, then we wouldn't be down like this.  Dyno Might is only making it worse though, he needs to work together with Mr. Golden, no matter how repulsive the idea is, if he wants to win this one. 

Phoenix: Thats assuming that anything can stop Insanities own living legend, Phantom Lord.  All this time that Phantom Lord has spent dominating is time that Daientine, Ozzy and Damian have had to recover.  Ozzy and Daientine are still fresh too!  They haven't even competed yet! 

Phantom Lord comes towards Dyno Might, but The Mighty One connects with a flying elbow, bringing Phantom Lord down.  Dyno Might follows up with a leg drop across the chest, and Phantom Lord writhes in pain. 

Michaels: Phantom Lord sits up, and he does not look happy. 

Phoenix: But Dyno Might is on the top rope behind him!  Phantom Lord doesn't see him! Phantom Lord stands up, but Dyno Might catches him from behind with an over castle!

Michaels: Outstanding!  Dynamo posses, and once again, it's time for the EXPLOSIVECIDE!  Dynamo starts to stomp his feet, and for the second time in this match, the Mighty Minions start to stomp their feet in unison!  Phantom Lord starts to rise…

Suddenly Mr. Golden slaps Dyno Might on the back, tagging himself in.  Confused, Dyno Might looks over to see Golden rushing past him, and doesn't see Phantom Lord rushing him from behind.  Phantom Lord hits a body splash on Dyno Might, who he doesn't realize isn't the legal man.  Dyno might is sent through the middle ropes, as Golden sneaks in behind Phantom Lord, and connects with a German Suplex. 

Phoenix:  It looks like Pyromania is doing just fine, despite their team not having any unity.  Mr. Golden is in the ring, and is almost completely fresh. 

Michaels: Maybe, but we'll see how far it gets us.  We still have four men left, and one of them is Phantom Lord, who has been dominating this match so far.  Golden comes after Phantom with a seated surfboard lock, Good as Gold!

Phoenix: It's like we said earlier, that technical skill of Mr. Golden is why he was made Pyromanias team leader.  the man is a technical marvel, a modern day Verne Gagne. 

Michaels: Phantom Lord now, smacks his arms against the ribs of Mr. Golden.  Mr. Golden lets go of the hold, but Phantom Lord falls on top of him!  It's a pinning predicament, or at least it would be if pins counted! 

Phoenix: Phantom Lord draws Golden to his feet, and launches him to the ropes.  Golden catches himself, and slides out the ring apron.

Michaels: Phantom Lord isn't going to let him get away with that though.  He comes right after him, and connects with a haymaker to the jaw.  Golden goes reeling back, and look what’s right behind him!  It's a table, one of the ones that he set up earlier! 

Phoenix:  Golden is barely holding on with one hand, Phantom Lord hits the opposite ropes for momentum, and comes after him with a big boot, aiming for his hands, but Golden pulls the rope down!  Phantom Lord is on the apron, both men are teetering!

Michaels: Golden catches Phantom Lord off balance, and cinches in a headlock!  he grabs him from underneath lifting his whole body up…AND SLAMS HIM THROUGH THE TABLE!  MR. GOLDEN HAS ELIMINATED PHANTOM LORD!

Announcer: Phantom Lord has been ELIMINATED!!!

Mr. Golden and Phantom Lord both lie in a heap, in the middle of a broken table.  Ozzy Crerar climbs into the ring. 

Phoenix: Ozzy is in the ring!  Ozzy hits the ropes for momentum, and sails through the air, as Golden rolls himself out of the way.

Michaels: Say what you want about Golden’s personality, his ring awareness is top notch.  Golden is on his feet now, and rolls Ozzy back into the ring. 

Phoenix: Ozzy crawls slowly over to his corner, but can't manage to tag in anyone yet, because Golden is right on him, and locks in the Golden Cross!

Michaels: Ozzy is trying desperately to reach, and….he makes it!  Ozzy tags in Daientine.  We know the don't like each other, I'm betting Ozzy didn't even see who he was tagging in. 

Phoenix: Say what you want Drew, Insanities team has been able to keep their personal issues away from this match, far better than Pyromania's. 

Michaels: We'll see how much gets done now that Phantom Lord isn't here to carry the team anymore.  Daientine is in the ring, and connects with an elbow to the jaw.  Golden is reeling, but stays on his feet.  Daientine charges again, but Golden fends him off with a shove to the ropes.

Phoenix: We see those hardcore skills coming into play now!  Daientine connects with a middle rope polish hammer! 

Michaels: Golden is down once again!  Daientine sets himself up in the corner, and waits, holding both ring ropes, ready to launch himself.  As Golden rises to his feet, Daientine comes down on him with a big boot! 

Phoenix: I don't know if he's getting up from that one!  Daientine stands triumphant…

Michaels: Ozzy slaps Daientine on the back, and enters the ring.  Ozzy takes a couple cheap shots, kicking in against the head and legs of his opponent before pulling Golden to his feet, and pulling him over his back for the Dominator…Before Ozzy can slam him down though, Daientine slaps Ozzy across the back. 

Phoenix: Oh good lord, we've become Pyromania.

Michaels: Told you so. 

Daientine and Ozzy start to argue in the middle of the ring, as Golden rises to his feet.  Golden stands up, and takes Daientine by the neck, launching him over the top rope, and through a table below.  Daientine sits up looking shocked!

Phoenix: Daientine wasn't even breaking a sweat!  This feud with Ozzy has just gotten deeply personal!  Daientine was just robbed of his Altered Reality moment by Ozzy Crerar!

Michaels: Golden is taking advantage of the confusion!  Ozzy is already in the ring and Golden starts to rush Golden towards the ropes, just like he did for Daientine.  Ozzy is smarter than that though, he skins the cat, and manages to get to safety on the apron.

Phoenix: Golden walks over and shoves Dyno Might on the shoulder, before pointing his thumb towards the ring. 

Michaels: That looked less like a tag and more of a shove, but the fan favourite Dyno Might is back in this match! 

Phoenix: Dyno Might and Ozzy start to trade blows in the middle of the ring.  Ozzy Crerar has the advantage, he's the more experienced brawler, but you never want to count out The Mighty Dyno Might.  Dyno Might goes for a kick, but Ozzy jumps over it like hopscotch! 

Michaels: Ozzy knocks Dyno Might reeling with a blow that sends him up against the ropes.  Ozzy starts to lock his elbow across the throat, so that Dyno Might can't breath, but the ref tries to break them up.  As soon as he's free Dyno Might shoves Ozzy, but Ozzy shoves back again, and comes at Dyno Might with a Lariat.

Phoenix: it's going to take more than that to keep The Mighty Dyno Might on his back!  Dyno Might is back on his feet, and rushes Ozzy…WAIT HE CAUGHT THE REFEREE TOO!

 The referee is caught between Ozzy and the turnbuckle as Dyno Might rushes his opponent.  the Ref is out, and the second he hits the ground, Mr Golden hits the ring.

Phoenix: It's two on one now!  Mr. Golden and Dyno Might are working together finally!

Michaels: It's not perfect, but if it gets the job done, I'll take it!  Dyno Might whips Ozzy into the turnbuckle, and Golden starts to pull Ozzy up, to the top of the turnbuckle. Dyno looks ready to help, but Damian Blaze, the well rested leader of Insanities team charges Dyno to the other turnbuckle.   

Phoenix: Damien has Dyno Might at one turnbuckle, Golden has Ozzy at the other! 

Michaels: Not for long!  Ozzy is teetering! 

Phoenix: So is Dyno Might!  Damian shoves Dyno Might down, through a table, as Ozzy and Golden start to brawl!

Announcer: The Mighty Dyno Might has been ELIMINATED!!!

Golden looks over and sees Blaze coming for him.  Without thinking he shoves Ozzy off the turnbuckle, Ozzy lands through a table!!!

Announcer: Ozzy Crerar has been ELIMINATED!!! 

Michaels: It's down to just two men!  Our two team leaders!  Mr. Golden, and Damien Blaze! 

Phoenix: Both men stand toe to toe in the centre, trading blows!  A right, left, right left! 

Michaels: Golden breaks away first, with a strong uppercut to the chin!  Golden takes him down with a mule kick right to the stomach!  Blaze is reeling, and Golden capitalizes, sending him towards the ropes!

Phoenix: Golden goes for a clothesline, but Blaze ducks under, and catches him with a cutter!  Blaze springs up to the top rope, and launches himself off immediately!  Elbow drop from the top rope!  Mr. Golden is kicking and screaming! 

Michaels: Come on Golden!

Phoenix: Come on Blaze!  Blaze is on his feet!  He pulls Mr. Golden to his feet, and sneaks in from behind…Half Nelson Chokeslam!  Golden goes down!  Blaze sees a table on the outside, and knows what he has to do!  Blaze launches Golden over the top rope, but Golden hangs on for all he's worth!

Michaels: Blaze goes after him, but Golden connects with a forearm shot!  Blaze goes reeling back, and Golden springs to the top rope, trying to hold his balance!  Midas Touch off the middle of the rope!  Blaze goes down!

Phoenix: Get up Damien!  Get up! 

Michaels: We are down to our last two men in this elimination tag team tables match!  The winner, whoever it will be will receive a title shot at either the Western States Heritage Championship or the United States Championship. 

Phoenix: It's a slow crawl, but Mr Golden is the first to his feet.  Golden heads to the top rope to put Blaze away…but Blaze rushes him! 

Michaels: My God, I've never seen Damien Blaze so determined!  This is Altered Reality!  This is exactly when you need to be determined though.  Blaze hits Golden with a knee to the temple from on top of the ropes!  Golden is Dazed, but he's still up there!  There are tables on either side!

Phoenix: It looks like Blaze has got him!  Blaze locks Golden in-between his legs!  Both men are teetering…Blaze has got Mr. Golden lifted up, between his legs…MY GOD!

Damien Blaze leaps off the turnbuckle over towards a table, with a piledriver locked in, bringing Mr. Golden’s stomach down through the table.[/b]

Phoenix: That's it!  That’s it!  Damien Blaze has done it!  Damien Blaze is the sole survivor, he has earned a future United States Championship shot against Ultramarcus! 

Announcer: Mr. Golden has been Eliminated!  There for, here is your winner, and sole survivor, from team Insanity… DAMIEN BLAAAAAZE!!!!![/b]

Team Insanity (Damien Blaze, Ozzy Crerar, Pope Fred, Daientine & Phantom Lord) – (4.09 APS + 3.73 APS + 3.07 APS + 3.59 APS + 3.50 APS + 2.0 Vote = 19.97 Total)
Team Pyromania (Mr. Golden, Christian Parkes, The Mighty Dyno Might, Zenith & Dick Dynamo) – (4.18 APS + 3.50 APS + 3.73 APS + 0.0 APS + 3.34 APS + 1.7 Vote = 16.45 Total)[/i]

Exhaused, Damien Blaze stands up from the rubble, with an ecstatic look on his face. With the Insanity crowd on their feet, and the Pyromaniacs booing their heads off, Blaze jumps to the top of the nearest turnbuckle to pose in victory.

Phoenix: and just like that Insanity is up 1 - 0!  Can Insanity continue this winning streak we'll find out tonight! 

Michaels: A fluked win does not constitute a streak, Phoenix! Mark my words, this is only the begininning. There’s still 6 more matches for Pyromania to decimate Insanity in, to take this to a fair and equitable 6-1 scoreline.

Phoenix: You keep telling yourself that Andrew. You keep telling yourself that…

We fade into the locker room of Al who is sitting in a cubicle, despondent. He holds a small picture in his hand and he stares at it, a pained look on his face as he does. Al frankly has seen better days, as he is paler and looks significantly more exhausted than the norm, judging by the bags under his eyes. Just then, the door opens and as Al whips towards that direction, his expression becomes one of disgust as one-half of one of  his most intense rivalries, Eddie B., walks in. Al looks back to his picture, his form starting to tremble in rage.

Eddie: Damn, you look like hell... Haven't hit the gym in a minute, hmm?

Al: … Get the fuck out.

Eddie: Not gonna be doing that, I've got something I want to say.

Al: I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!

Eddie: You don't have to say anything, let me do all the talking.

Eddie remains unfazed by Al's outburst as Al just turns away, looking at the picture. Eddie sighs heavily before scratching his left cheek and continuing.

Eddie: I'm not going to sit here and say I know what you're going through, because I don't. I'm not in here trying to be your buddy, your bruh or whatever. That just ain't happening. I'm in here because this, this is long overdue.

You and I, man... we've been through some shit. We've humiliated and embarrassed one another, we've kicked each others asses, we've been in some of the most violent and intense matches in LPW's history. Hell, our first match at Take No Prisoners? I was throwing up thumbtacks for a week after. We've won championships at the other's expense. But despite all of that...

Eddie peeks into Al's hand and sees the picture he's looking at. Eddie rubs his head, seemingly a bit hesitant to say his next words.

Eddie: … nothing deserved me bringing... *points to the picture* Bel-

Al's entire body tenses up.

Al: NO.

Eddie: Erm... bringing her into this. Yeah, I'm sure all of this means nothing to you, since it's after the fact but nah, I was dead ass wrong. I shouldn't have crossed that line, even if I felt you deserved it for dragging my belated sister through the mud. But your girl had no place in what this was. For that, I apologize.

Al: …

Eddie: I also heard about what happened with her and... look, I'm not going to give you the “just give it time, the world works in mysterious ways, God has a plan for us all” bullshit. Doesn't change anything. But I can honestly say, that knowing what I know now? No one deserves to have their soulmate taken away from them. You have my deepest condolences. I'm sorry for your loss.

Al: …

Eddie: Al, I have no ill will against you anymore. I wish I could say I'm in here trying to change for some selfish reasoning but really, I've got people that make me want to get better. If I'm gonna do that, I've got to learn to let shit go. Anyway, try not to fuck up Xander too badly. Yes, the kid's arrogant and he runs his mouth too much but... he's not THAT much of a fool and he's got a future. Sound familiar?

Eddie stands up and walks away. As he gets to the door, Al speaks up, never looking away from that picture.

Al: … Eddie...

Eddie: What?

Al: … It's squashed.

Eddie: … Good to know.

Eddie leaves with a stoic look on his face and we fade out to Al staring at the small memento in his hand.

[INDENT][/INDENT]

Phoenix: After the thrills of the opening contest…

Michaels: Flukes of the opening contest.

Phoenix: Why don’t you take a break Andrew?

Lillehammer: Yes Misfit. Let a consummate professional call this next encounter!

Michaels: Fine. I’ll take a break, but don’t come crying to me Bobby when you’ve run out of bad things to say against Insanity. I know I’ve got the arsenal to attack them while you’ve got a small Jewish man handing you insult cards that aren’t very good.

Lillehammer: For your information, he’s not Jewish, they’re not cards, and they’re all off the top of my head.

P.A. Speaker: There are too many people! Why are there this many people?

Lillehammer: He’s here… well, from that degenerate's fear of actual work, I think it's safe to assume that our Tag Team Gauntlet Match is coming now.

Phoenix: I think you're right, Robert. This winners tonight will be the number one contenders to the LPW Undisputed Tag Team Championships

Speaker: Fine, fine. I'll do it, but no way am I reading all the names.

Lillehammer: Shut up and do your job you stupid hippie!

Phoenix: Easy, Robert.

Speaker: Let's see here, looks like we've got a masked dude and... hey man! We still on for the bar later?

Lillehammer: Someone fire him....

Phoenix: I think he was introducing Insanity's first team in this match, James McDaygo and CraZe!

“Barroom Hero” by Dropkick Murphys plays as James McDaygo and CraZe come out to a huge ovation. They hit the ring and play to the fans until their music gets cut out and replaced by “Save Our Souls” by the Motley Crue, signaling the arrival of their first opponents.

Speaker: Well that wasn't very nice of you, Sixx. Or you, British dude. Andrew, right? You could have at least let their music finish.

Sixx King and Dazz Andrews make their way down to the ring to a chorus of boos.

Lillehammer: And now, Pyromania's answer. This should signal the start of a great match.

Phoenix: Remember veiwers, this match is contested under gauntlet rules. Once a member of a tag team has been pinned or made to submit, the next team comes out to join the match. The last team standing wins.

Lillehammer: All four men are of similar height and weight, but the styles shift massively.

The two teams meet in the middle of the ring, and the referee calls for the bell.

Phoenix: And we're off, with McDaygo trading fists with Andrews while CraZe dodges around Sixx's swings.

Lillehammer: The smaller man using his speed to keep out of reach while the two brawlers just unload on each other.

CraZe ducks around Sixx and dropkicks him, sending him staggering forward. Taking the stumble in stride, Sixx bounces off the ropes and levels CraZe with a running knee. CraZe kips back up to his feet, but Sixx grabs him and tosses him over the top rope.

Phoenix: A few seconds of offense, and CraZe lands hard on the outside.

Lillehammer: For a little while at least, this is a two on one.

While the referee checks on CraZe, Dazz drops to one knee and hits McDaygo with a low blow.

Phoenix: Ooh, ouch. Cheap shot from Dazz Andrews gives the Pyro team nice momentum.

Lillehammer: According to Wikipedia, that's one of Dazz's finishing moves.

Phoenix: Wait, really?

Lillehammer: Unfortunately.

McDaygo hunches over from the low blow when Sixx grabs him, dropping him with a DDT. Dazz starts stomping away on his back as the referee turns around.

Lillehammer: Nice teamwork from the Pyro team here, taking advantage of a distracted referee and establishing some dominance early on.

Phoenix: The members of the Pyro team are still stomping away on McDaygo, hoping to keep the other team's power man at bay.

While Andrews and King are focused on McDaygo, CraZe struggles to his feet on the outside.

Phoenix: CraZe is back on his feet, and I think he's yearning to get back into this one.

CraZe jumps back onto the apron and springboards off the ropes, taking down both of his opponents with a beautiful double dropkick.

Lillehammer: An unfortunate reversal of fortunes for the Insanity team as CraZe just knocked his opponents off their feet.

Phoenix: How is that unfortunate? CraZe and McDaygo now have a moment to recover.

Lillehammer: I meant for me.

Phoenix: Ah, very well.

CraZe offers McDaygo his hand and pulls the larger man to his feet. McDaygo has a moment to collect himself before Dazz Andrews hits him again.

Phoenix: CraZe and Sixx are back to brawling as McDaygo takes a heavy shot to the back from Andrews.

Over-selling the punch, McDaygo spins around with a huge right hand to the jaw. Grabbing Andrews around the waist, McDaygo nails an inverted atomic drop.

Lillehammer: Oooh, revenge for the blatant low blow right there. Dazz might be regretting his choice of finisher.

Phoenix: McDaygo flips Dazz the bird before planting him with a spinning neckbreaker.

As McDaygo gloats over Andrews, Sixx finally catches CraZe, throwing him bodily into the corner. Before he can attack, McDaygo grabs him and flattens him with a belly to back suplex.

Phoenix: The momentum has turned 180 degrees, with the team from Insanity in complete control.

McDaygo and CraZe each pick up one of their oppenents, and toss them into one of the corners. McDaygo keeps them groggy with a shoulder block before backing CraZe into the opposite corner.

Lillehammer: What are they planning?

McDaygo positions himself halfway across the ring and signals for CraZe to charge. When CraZe reaches him, McDaygo vaults him up in the air. Sixx comes to his senses just in time to dodge as CraZe crashes down on Andrews with a full body press.

Phoenix: Amazing teamwork by Insanity here! And a nice dodge from Sixx King.

Sixx charges forward and takes McDaygo down with a clothesline. He turns to CraZe just in time to clock him with an elbow and take him down with an inverted suplex.

Lillehammer: You know what, Phoenix. I'm not calling any more momentum shifts. These teams are switching it up too fast.

Dazz Andrews is struggling to his feet, but Sixx ignores him, instead dropping a series of elbows on the stirring McDaygo. Dazz finally gets to his feet and with Sixx's help, throws McDaygo from the ring. Pointing at CraZe, Dazz screams for Sixx to pick him up.

Phoenix: Looks like Dazz is trying to assert his authority over Sixx here.

Slowly, Sixx walks over to CraZe and picks him up. Dazz starts to grin, but stops when Sixx immediately drops CraZe with a vicious snap DDT.

Lillehammer: I think Sixx just told Dazz to do his own dirty work.

Furious, Dazz stalks over to CraZe, picks him up and bodyslams him.

Phoenix: Dazz is gloating at his partner, who simply shrugs. As if saying “Not bad.”

Sixx quickly climbs the turnbuckles and gestures for Dazz to hand CraZe up to him, yelling something.

Lillehammer: I think Sixx King is calling for the “Hit The Lights” his top rope brainbuster. He's looking to end this team's hopes in the match.

Dazz goes to hand over CraZe, but turns away at the last second.

Phoenix: Well, that wasn't very nice. Dazz just shunned his partner.

Lillehammer: These two haven't been working well as a team at all.

Dazz drops CraZe with another bodyslam and flips off Sixx. Suddenly McDaygo shoves Sixx off the turnbuckles to the outside and jumps in to face Dazz.

Phoenix: A miscommunication between the Pyro team gave McDaygo the perfect opportunity, knocking Sixx out on the outside.

Dazz takes a swing at McDaygo, who ducks, turning it into a german suplex. With his opponents down, McDaygo checks on CraZe, helping him back to his feet.

Phoenix: Now that is good teamwork.

CraZe goes to stomp on Dazz Andrews as McDaygo walks to the center of the ring. He starts to clap in time and the crowd quickly picks up the clapping.

Phoenix: What is he doing?

When the rhythm was right, McDaygo starts to dance, his feet flying in a traditional riverdance. The clapping grew louder as McDaygo danced faster and faster. Even CraZe picked up the rhythm until McDaygo stopped. Bowing to the crowd, McDaygo gestures for CraZe to join him and they start up another jig as the crowd applauds. The applause ends quickly when Sixx King charges the ring and levels CraZe with a hard lariat, only to turn into a roundhouse kick to the head from McDaygo.

Lillehammer: Thank god.

Phoenix: Oh, lighten up Robert. We had ourselves a traditional Irish Riverdance going until Sixx got involved.

Lillehammer: As much as I love a good riverdance, the middle of a wrestling ring is not the place for one.

Phoenix: James McDaygo obviously disagrees.

Sixx struggles back to his feet, and manages to DDT McDaygo. He turns to CraZe, who hasn't noticed him and stalks him. Dazz Andrews stands up just as CraZe turns around. Sixx rushes forward with a superkick, but Dazz stumbles into the path, catching his partner's kick to the jaw.

Phoenix: Oh, Sixx does not look too happy about that.

Lillehammer: How do you think Dazz will feel when he wakes up?

CraZe seizes the opportunity with a dragon suplex just as McDaygo gets to his feet. McDaygo sees where Andrews landed and runs up to CraZe.

Phoenix: What is he thinking?

Lillehammer: Nothing good for his opponents, as CraZe climbs to the top rope.

McDaygo keeps Dazz down with a springboard legdrop before dragging him in front of CraZe. Before CraZe can leap, McDaygo stops him and goes over to Sixx. He picks up Sixx into an Argentinian backbreaker hold and stands right between CraZe and Dazz. He calls out “Stomp them both” and CraZe smiles.

Lillehammer: Oh, that's what he's planning.

CraZe jumps off the rope and hits Sixx with a double footstomp, bouncing off to hit Dazz Andrews with the same move.

Phoenix: Ouch! That had to hurt!

McDaygo tosses Sixx bodily out of the ring and grabs CraZe, both of them climbing the turnbuckles again. They leap off with a double moonsault, both slammng hard into Dazz Andrews. They start to celebrate when CraZe gestures for McDaygo to take the pin.

One..
Two..
Three!!!

Speaker: Whoa, someone lost? Better luck next time Nikki.

Lillehammer: Or, to put it professionally, Sixx King and Dazz Andrews have been eliminated!

Phoenix: There should be some interesting fallout backstage when both of them regain their senses.

Lillehammer: I'm sure, but far more important is the fact that Pyromania is now down a team in this match.

McDaygo and CraZe hug as Trey Spruance and Cripsy charge the ring. They barely make it inside the ring when they're hit with stereo superkicks from McDaygo and CraZe.

Lillehammer: Well, I was going to say that they had the advantage with McDaygo and CraZe having just undergone a competitive match, but I guess not.

Trey is sensible enough to roll out of the ring, but Cripsy tries to stand, only to be swept up by CraZe.

Phoenix: Mind Ecstasy! The tombstone piledriver from CraZe!

Trey hits the ring to save his partner, but McDaygo blocks him.

One..
Two..
Three!

Speaker: Dude, I hadn't even gotten to do my introductions yet! Lames.

Phoenix: Ooh, bad luck for Trey there, he didn't even have a chance to save his partner.

Lillehammer: Yes but-

Lillehammer is cut off by McDaygo grabbing a microphone.

McDaygo: Are you not entertained!? Denver, are you not entertained?! Is this not why you have come?

As McDaygo is talking, Blackwell and Jeff Whitt charge down to the ring.

McDaygo: Tell me Denver, shall I begin?

Phoenix: Is he just ripping off of Gladiator movies now?

Blackwell manages to level CraZe with a big boot, but Whitt gets caught with a heel kick and a DDT from McDaygo. McDaygo rushes Blackwell and dropkicks him, before returning to Whitt. Whitt stands up and gets dropped again with a spinning roundhouse kick.

Lillehammer: Well, McDaygo and CraZe are dominating their third straight team in this contest, and unfortunately for me, everyone involved is on Insanity.

CraZe gets back to his feet and dodges around Blackwell before leaving the ring. Blackwell chases him up the ramp, almost making it backstage before CraZe starts laughing. In the ring, McDaygo leaps off the top rope with a beautiful Shooting Star Press.

Lillehammer: Irish Car Bomb! Shoot Star Press from McDaygo!

Blackwell sees his partner in trouble on the Tron and turns to help him when CraZe jumps on his back. Blackwell fights to throw him off as McDaygo goes for the pin.

One..
Two..
Three!

Speaker: Holy Cow, they won! First round is on me tonight James!

Lillehammer: James McDaygo and CraZe have won the match! They're your new #1 Contenders to the LPW Unified Tag Team Championships!

James McDaygo & CraZe (3.74 APS + 3.83 APS + 1.7 Vote = 9.27 Total)
Sixx King & Dazz Andrews (3.52 APS + 3.20 APS + 1.2 Vote = 7.92 Total)
Jeff Whitt & Blackwell (0.00 APS + 3.45 APS + 0.2 Vote = 3.65 Total)
Cripsy & Trey Spruance (0.00 APS + 2.97 APS + 0.5 Vote = 3.47 Total)[/i]

Phoenix: And, more importantly, Insanity gets another point on the scoreboard. Altered Reality is now 2-0 Insanity. And I was hoping for some competition this year.

Lillehammer: If you want competition, get in the ring and I will gladly provide.

Phoenix: Unfortunately Robert, I'm retired. You'll have to sit back and watch as Pyromania crashes and burns yet again.

[INDENT][/INDENT]

In the Pyromania dressing room, a number of the wrestlers getting prepared for their upcoming matches. In one corner of the locker room, we see an argument between Dynamo, Mr. Golden, and Christian Parkes. The sound of a mirror shattering brings the noise level in the busy locker room down to silence, as the locker room notices that Pyromania GM cﾘnical was the one that caused the disturbance.

cﾘnical: Now that I have everyone’s attention. Gentlemen! I must say that so far, I am extremely disappointed in the effort I have seen from those that have started this night!

Parkes and Dynamo start to quietly mouth off to each other, when cﾘnical walks right in front of them.

cﾘnical: Mr. Golden. As Captain, I expected better from someone who I say as having a future and you disappointed me. Yet, you did give a valiant effort and tried to make this thing work, unlike your team. Parkes, for a Heisman Winner, you seem to fumble a lot. And Dynamo, maybe Damion was right all along about you.

Parkes and Dynamo seethe at the criticism, while Golden looks on, knowing it wasn’t his fault. cﾘnical continues to walk around the locker room.

cﾘnical: In case you all haven’t noticed, this is Altered Reality! The time for talking is over! We came here to show Insanity and the world that pﾘromania is the greatest brand and most feared brand in LPW! Yet all I have seen so far is failure! Our first team loses to Insanity’s team of washed up relics and joke wrestlers. And then a drunk and whatever the hell CraZe is win a shot at the tag team titles! Do you people want Insanity to walk all over us again?

There is a murmur from the locker room, as cﾘnical continues to pace around the locker room. He walks toward LPW Pure Champion Daniel Purser and LPW Western States Heritage Champion Xander Kross. He eyes both men down and scoffs.

cﾘnical: And the little children shall lead them. Well, we shall see if that little proverb will hold true. Both of you men have the opportunity to do something special tonight. Purser, the match you are in has been a bane on pﾘromania. Since the TV/Pure champion versus Hardcore Champion format has been brought to Altered Reality, whoever represented Pyromania lost! We are 0-2 in this match. But maybe you can be the one that changes our fortunes.

cﾘnical: Xander Kross. You hold a storied title. And you will be in a match that is difficult for a champ to win. But you have skills and heart that no one else in that match, especially those that represent Insanity, have. Make your family proud, Xander! Make your brand proud!

cﾘnical: Ken Ryans and White Falcon! You men are my veterans and most established members. Even though you have both had some failures, especially recently against Edward, I know that you men will not let me down! Falcon, maybe losing to Edward was for the best, as we can be assured that our five are a unit, not four and one person who might screw us. Edward will know his place and do the right thing in the end. At least he better if he knows what is good for him.

cﾘnical: Now some of you might think that I am trying to put all the pressure on those that follow. I am! That includes myself! I did not work my way into this position to lose! I did not toil this long and hard to see pﾘromania fall again to Insanity! This is where we turn the tide! It starts next match and it continues all the way until Tromboner Man takes the Martinez Cup! For Pyromania!

The wrestlers that have yet to perform are pumped, though leery at the pep talk by the GM of Pyromania. cﾘnical walks off as his locker room appears to have an extra step.

Lillehammer: Well, cﾘnical is certainly showing nothing but passion. Speaking of passion, here comes one of the chuckle brothers.

Rik: I take offense to that.

Lillehammer: Well you would wouldn't you? Welcome back Richard.

Rik: Likewise. Shall we get on it? We have a long night ahead of us. Up next we have the only Champion versus Champion match on the card and it's against Insanity's very own Hardcore Champion Cyborg Lincoln and Pyromania's Pure Champion Daniel Purser.

Lillehammer: Brand points are clearly up for grabs for this match and hopefully we'll kick that tincan dump out of Colorado. Didn't you have some sort of silly unification match for the Television Championship and Hardcore Championship at Ragnarok Richard?

Rik: Clearly you haven't been paying attention to our broadcasts Robert. Steve Storme clearly won his unification title bout against Cyborg Lincoln at Ragnarok but our esteemed General Manager Master Chief stupidly intervened and stripped Steve Storme of the Television Championship thus declaring Cyborg Lincoln the Hardcore Champion and most importantly declared fit for this match tonight.

Lillehammer: Yet your brand decided to decommission what was once a well respected title on our brand. I hope you lot are ashamed at what you did to my Television Championship.

Rik: None the less, our Hardcore Champion is looking to extend our lead three nil. That's THREE-NIL Robert.

Lillehammer: Typical Misfit always gloating over your victories. The night is young Richard, remember that well.

Rik: You haven't changed that much since I left Pyromania.

Announcer: Wrestling fans, this next bout is set for one fall and it is the traditional Champion versus Champion match. This match is also no disqualification and all forms of hardcore weapons are allowed.


The energy levels inside the The Pepsi Center gets kicked up a notch as “Vice Like Vipers” by Oh, Sleeper begins to play loudly over the speakers. The lights are suddenly turned out but one white laser beam as it shines over the entrance ramp where Pyromania's very own LPW Pure Champion Daniel Purser is seen behind the curtain. He bursts out from the curtain screaming towards the crowd and fires off two simultaneous pyrotechnic explosions from the side of the ramp. Daniel Purser then makes his way towards the ring and climbs on top of the nearest turnbuckle to pose for his fans in attendance.

Announcer: Introducing first representing Pyromania weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is the reigning LPW Pure Champion DANIEL PURSER!!![/i]

Rik: With the match now stipulated as a Hardcore match, I don't think for one minute Robert that your boy has a chance of winning this point for Pyromania.

Lillehammer: You can gloat all you want but I have total faith in this Australian for kickstarting what will hopefully be a historic night for Pyromania in Altered Reality.

Rik: You just backed an Aussie Robert? You must feel violently sick.

Lillehammer: I know Richard. My head wants to back the former President of the United States of America but brand loyality is swaying me which is slightly disgusting. You must have a bucket somewhere. I really need to throw up.

Rik: Now's not the time Robert, we have a match to call.

Our attention is suddenly focused towards the entrance ramp where there seems to be sparks flying all around the set including the titantron. “Derezzed” by Daft Punk starts to play and the crowd suddenly go bonkers as they wait in anticipation for Insanity's LPW Hardcore Champion Cyborg Lincoln who seems to be taking his time making his appearance on the entrance ramp for everyone to see.

Announcer: ...and representing Insanity, he is the reigning LPW Hardcore Champion...CYYBBOORRGG LINNCCOOLLNNNN!!!!!

Eventually Cyborg Lincoln does make his appearance but stutters everytime he makes a step as if he was malfunctionating. Meanwhile we see Mike Announcer head towards the commentary desk where he joins The Rik and Robert Lillehammer on commentary.

Announcer: How are we doing gentlemen?

Lillehammer: We were doing so well until you jumped in. You can’t seriously be joining us on the call of this match?

Rik: Ignore him Mike. He's just mad at how poor Pyromania has done so far tonight.

Lillehammer: The night is young and there are more points up for grabs. Meanwhile what is Daniel Purser doing rolling out of the ring?

Rik: It appears that Purser is looking under the ring looking for a chair.

Lillehammer: Ah...a chair. That might be a good idea. He should use it to sit down while waiting for the tinman to make his way towards the ring.

Rik: Some section of the crowd are beginning to get a bit impatient as Cyborg Lincoln finally enters the ring.

Lillehammer: I wonder if it's ring rust.

Announcer: Referee signalling for the bell to get things under way as Purser is back in the ring with the chair in hand eyeing up his opportunity to whack Cyborg Lincoln on the head.

Lillehammer: Cyborg Lincoln doesn't appear to be fully functional.

Rik: You had to say that didn't you?

Announcer: Thunderous chair shot from Purser and Lincoln just stands there as if nothing has ever hit him.

Lillehammer: Well of course, he's just a tin robot.

Rik: Purser's eyes widen in horror as he attempts another chair shot this time connecting to the head of Lincoln.

Announcer: Purser into the cover. One, two and a kickout from Lincoln but only just.

Lillehammer: Purser should have had this match buried by now. He had the opportunity to bust Cyborg Lincoln wide open.

Rik: Lincoln is still down and Purser seems to be attempting to get Lincoln into a chicken wing.

Lillehammer: Not now Richard, I just had a ham sandwich.

Announcer: Lincoln kicks away Purser into the ropes but is slow to get up. Purser is bouncing around the ropes missing Lincoln as he looks to find his feet.

Rik: Purser finally uses the cross body into another cover...wait a minute? What's Purser doing now?

Announcer: It looks like Purser is dancing around Lincoln trying to grab hold of his right arm looking for a chicken wing.

Lillehammer: You can get them from the hotdog stand Mike.

Rik: Not that kind of chicken wing Richard, the submission move where you grab your opponent's arm and try to rip it off.

As if on cue, Daniel Purser locked in the chicken wing crossface on Cyborg Lincoln and from out of nowhere his arm used to lock in the submission move gets ripped off causing sparks flying everywhere around the ring. The referee makes no hesitation and calls for the bell.

Lillehammer: It's over Richard. The ref has to declare that Cyborg Lincoln cannot continue with the match as his arm just got ripped off.

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has declared that Cyborg Lincoln is unable to continue therefore the winner of the match and one point for Pyromania...DANIEL PURSER!!!

Daniel Purser (3.60 APS + 3.3 Vote = 6.90 Total)
Cyborg Lincoln (0.00 APS + 0.4 Vote = 0.40 Total)

Rik: That's not the way you want the match to end. Purser had Lincoln on his metal toes causing him problems that really Lincoln should of dealt with.

Lillehammer: Hopefully this win will kick start something historic. We are now down 2-1, with 4 matches left. So, I amend the prediction for a 5-2 scoreline, Pyromania’s way.


[INDENT][/INDENT]

We return from the Ad break for Homecoming to find a magnifiencent structure taking shape in around the ring. Hanging above the structure of cables and scaffolding is the Western States Heritage Championship. Stagehands are quickly running around, tightening bolts, and ensuring the structure is secure, as the microphones light up again.

Rik: They aren’t bad, our ring crew.

Michaels: No they are not. They move quickly, and this thing is going to be structurally sound. Some very clever construction going on.

Rik: We are almost ready for our first championship match of the evening. The Western States Heritage Championship match. Scaffolding towers, ladders, hexagon scaffolding at the top, and the Western States Championship hanging above it all.

Michaels: This really seems very “safe”. Lets send this up to Mike Announcer, who’s going to tell you how this match is going to work.


Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an Ascension X match, and it is for the LPW Western States Heritage Championship! The rules of the contest are as follows, the championship will be suspended from a pair of steel cables twenty feet above the ring. The first man, or woman, to detach the championship will be the new Western States Heritage Champion!

Announcer pauses as the camera pans over the ring, showing steel towers rise from every corner of the ring, while several ladders sit in the ringside area. Halfway up the towers are a series of connecting platforms, while the top has interlocking scaffolds in a hexagon around the ring.

Announcer: Introducing first, the champion! From Los Angeles, California and weighing in at 219 lbs, XAAAANNNNDDDEEERRRRR KRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSS!!!!!!

“The Game” by Common plays as Xander Kross heads down the ramp to a huge ovation. He gets in the ring and hands the title to a stagehand, who attaches it to the cables.

Announcer: And the challengers! From Wisteria Lane, LAAACEEEEYYYYY  VAAAALLEENTIIIIINNNNEEEEE!!!!!

“How Soon Is Now” by t.A.T.u. Plays as Lacey Valentine skips down to the ring, offering muffins to random fans. As soon as she hits the ring her music is cut out and replaced by “The Next Episode” by Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg.

Announcer: And from San Francisco, California, weighing in at 260 lbs, AL!!!

Al rushes down the ramp, playing to the crowd as “This Is The New Shit” by Marilyn Manson blasts through the speakers, bringing out Bobino.

Announcer: From Nashua, New Hampshire, this is BOOOOOBBBBBBIIIINNNNNOOOOO!!!!

“Enter Sandman” by Metallica plays, signaling Paul Brooks to walk down the ramp.

Announcer: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, PAUUUULLLLL BROOOOOOOOOOKKKKSSS!!!!

“The Greatest Man That Ever Lived” by Weezer is the next song to play. With one arm in a thick cast, Sean Jensen walks down the ramp with a cocky grin on his face..

Announcer: And from Sacramento, California, SEEEAAAAAANNNNN JEEEENNNNSSEEEEENNN!!!

Rik: A number of high quality competitors in this match. This five on one handicap doesn’t look good for Pyromania though.

Michaels: What do you mean? This is easy peasy!!! Xander Kross is Pyromania through and through, It could be 10 on 1, and I wouldn’t be worried.

Announcer ducks out of the ring, and the referee calls for the bell. Brooks immediately charges Xander, while Bobino and Al lock up. Lacey waits in the corner of the ring, watching the brawls with Sean Jensen eyeing her off.

Rik: And we're off. This is an interesting match in a number of ways, don't you agree Drew?

Michaels: I'd say so. A series of Insanity superstars competing for a Pyromania championship against one of the most impressive rookies in LPW. Add in Al's surprise return and the unique gimmick for the match and you've got yourself guaranteed excitement.

Rik: Speaking of Al, do you think we'll see ring rust from him?

Michaels: Al has certainly been away from the ring for a long time, but he's kept in shape and with a prize as big as this one, I'm sure he did all he could to knock off the rust.

Al ducks a shot from Bobino and follows up with a series of punches, knocking Bobino for a loop.

Rik: I'm going to go ahead and agree with you there. Al starts to take advantage over Bobino as Brooks tries to lay a hit on Xander.

Michaels: Jensen’s finally made a move, CHEAP shot on Lacey Valentine. She’s dropped her muffin basket!!!

Rik: She doesn’t look happy at all. She turns around, OH MY GOD!!! SHE’S JUST SNAPPED, AND BROKEN JENSEN’S ARM OVER HER KNEE!!!

The other competitors all come to a complete stop hearing the howl from Jensen, who’s arm looks like jelly. This sickening sight is made all the more worse when Lacey grabs Jensen’s casted arm, and snaps it against the scaffolding, shattering the cast, and rebreaking his arm.

Michaels: THAT SICK BITCH!!![/i] SHE DID THAT TO HER OWN BRAND MATE IN THIS!!!

Rik: Jensen’s rolling out of the ring in absolute agony, and is heading up the ramp. EMTs are meeting him there, and are trying to get him out of sight as quick as they can.

Michaels: That’s not a pretty sight… and the other four men in this fight know that. They’ve all just been woken up to how dangerous Lacey is if you piss her off.

Rik: And look at this. She’s just picked up her muffin basket, and starts to look on again, like nothing ever happened.

Brooks, realizing Kross is just looking on, looks to take advantage, by cheap shotting Xander Kross. This snaps Kross out of his trance. Brooks starts swinging wildly at Xander, who keeps dodging and starts jabbing back. Finally Brooks shoulder-tackles him, only for Xander to turn it into a reverse atomic drop. A quick DDT takes Brooks out as Xander plays to the crowd.

Michaels: Not exactly an impressive outing from a man who claims to lead his locker room.

Rik: Brooks doesn't lead anything. Don't hold all of Insanity to his standard.

With Brooks down, Xander turns to Lacey, who offers him a muffin.

Michaels: Interesting non-violence strategy from Lacey here, especially since she’s just broken BOTH of Jensen’s Arms., although I doubt it will be very effective.

Rik: You never know, Drew. If she can feed the other competitors enough muffins, they'll be too full to climb the towers.

Laughing, Xander takes the muffin and rolls out of the ring, not wanting to piss her off after the display he’s just seen. He sets the muffin on the announce desk before turning around to see Lacey climbing up the first platform.

Michaels: Ha! Clever girl.

Rik: Distracting Xander with the muffin gave her a few moments to start a climb for the belt.

Xander rushes the ring and springboards off the ropes, grabbing onto the platform right behind Lacey. He pulls himself onto the platform and spins her around, only for her to deck him across the jaw.

Rik: Ooh, ouch. A surprise shot from Lacey to Xander.

Xander answers back with a heavy shot and Lacey makes a break for it. She jumps across the platforms to escape and Xander starts to climb to the next level. On the ground, Brooks is starting to get back to his feet as Bobino throws Al out of the ring. Lacey runs for the edge of the platform and jumps off, crashing into Brooks with a cross-body. Bobino sees them go down and rushes for the tower, racing Xander to the top level.

Michaels: Bobino and Xander making the climb, with all the other competitors down. Do they have time to get the win?

Rik: Xander makes it to the scaffolding, but he's waiting for Bobino to finish climbing the tower.

Bobino reaches the level and Xander immediately goes after him with hard shots. Al gets to his feet at ringside and sees the ladders all around him. Grinning, he grabs the tallest on he can find and slides it into the ring.

Rik: I think Al has a new plan with that ladder, and I doubt think anyone else in the match will like it much.

Lacey and Brooks both struggle to their feet and go to lock up when they notice the two men on the top level. Breaking off, they run to different towers and start climbing as fast as they can.

Michaels: This is what I'm always afraid of in these gimmick matches. These competitors are forgoing actual wrestling in favor of a race.

Rik: Tell that to Xander.

Xander and Bobino are trading holds on the scaffolding, with Xander taking early advantage with a hip toss followed by a hard kick to the back of the head. Bobino comes back with an elbow shot and a Russian leg sweep, the impact shaking the entire structure.

Rik: That scaffolding is not looking too secure right now...

Michaels: Imagine it with five people fighting on it.

Al sets up his ladder just as Lacey and Brooks get to the top scaffold. Lacey takes Bobino down with a neckbreaker and Brooks mounts Xander, raining punches down on him.

Michaels: What is Lacey doing?

Rik: Is she doing her hair?

Lacey pulls a ribbon out of her hair and wraps it around Brooks' neck.

Michaels: Oh. She's choking the life out of Brooks, dragging him off of our Western States Heritage champion.

With a moment's respite, Xander kips up to his feet and stalks the downed Bobino.

Rik: I don't think I'd want to be in Bobino's shoes right now.

As Bobino stands, Xander charges him for the Clutch Factor, but Bobino ducks. A quick kick to the head sends Xander down and Bobino turns his attention to Lacey, who has started bashing the semi-concious Brooks' head against the scaffold. He turns her around and slaps her across the face, and she turns back to kick him in the nuts.

Michaels: Oooh, never piss off a woman. A blatant low blow from Lacey and I don't think Bobino will be getting up soon.

Al is watching the brawls from the top of the ladder, but quickly jumps onto the scaffolding as Lacey jumps up and throws Bobino off the scaffold with a headscissors. Bobino goes crashing into the ladder and sends the whole thing crashing into the scaffold across the ring, which holds for a moment before splintering, sending Bobino and the ladder tumbling out of the ring.

Michaels: Oh my god! Everyone stops dead to witness the carnage that just took out an entire side of this structure!

Rik: Bobino's body lying broken beneath ladders and platforms, taking him completely out of this contest.

Al is the first person to snap back to reality, charging forward and slamming into Brooks with the Hit Stick.

Michaels: Hit Stick! Al with the surprise Hit Stick on a distracted Brooks! And... Oh my god.

The force of the Hit Stick has Brooks teetering on the edge of the scaffolding, desperately waving his arms to save himself. Al just starts laughing and flicks Brooks, sending him toppling down, crashing hard on the outside of the ring.

Rik: A twenty foot drop onto the unforgiving ringside! Brooks could be seriously injured!

Michaels: And none of the other competitors even pause to glance, with Al, Lacey and Xander all trading punches on the remaining scaffolds.

Rik: I must say, I'm impressed at Lacey hanging in with these heavy hitters, both of them almost 100 pounds heavier.

Michaels: Impressive, I'll admit, but dangerous. She's woefully under-equipped against these two.

Rik: Is that a sex joke? From you?

Michaels: You should know me better than that, Rik. I simply meant that she doesn't have the muscle that Al and Xander bring to bear.

A pause in the fighting leads towards all three circling each other warily, no one wanting to break the stalemate.

Rik: Oddly, Lacey breaks the stalemate with a shot to Xander, who responds in kind.

Michaels: Seeing his moment, Al makes a break for the tower, climbing to the cables and shimmying across. He's trying to win while the others are brawling.

Xander turns a DDT attempt from Lacey into a back body drop and grabs Al as he crawls past. A big right hand knocks Al's grip loose, but his legs are hooked around the cables. He dangles helplessly as Xander lays into him with a series of punches.

Rik: That is a very bad position to be in, and the surprise left him unable to defend himself.

Michaels: Lacey climbs to her feet and hits Xander from behind, giving Al the chance to punch him in the face.

Xander focuses on Lacey as Al struggles to right himself.

Rik: A blocked punch from Lacey puts her in perfect position for Xander. He lifts her on his shoulders and...

Michaels: In The Paint (Kevin Love Edition)! A huge powerslam from Xander takes Lacey out of this one.

A quick shove sends Lacey off the scaffolding, and she lands in the platforms beneath it, not moving. Al still can't right himself, so he and Xander go back to trading punches, with Al dangling upside-down.

Rik: I can't say I've ever seen this before... An up-side down boxing match.

A hard shot from Al sends Xander staggering, and instead of re-engaging, Xander seems to be measuring something in his head. Al struggles to get free, but doesn't have time before Xander throws himself off the platform.

Rik: A flying knee from Xander knocked Al loose! Al falls all the way down to the ring, but Xander caught the cables! Xander is going for the belt!

A moment of tussling with the lock before the belt comes free. Xander pulls himself up on the cables, holding his belt high.

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner, and STILL LPW Western States Heritage Champion, XAAAANNNNDDDDEEEERRRRR KRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSS!!!!

Xander Kross (4.43 APS + 1.6 Vote = 6.03 Total)
Lacey Valentine (4.24 APS + 1.0 Vote = 5.24 Total)
Al (4.36 APS + 0.5 Vote = 4.86 Total)
Bobino (3.77 APS + 0.2 Vote = 3.97 Total)
Paul Brooks (1.81 APS + 0.2 Vote = 2.01 Total)
Sean Jensen (0.00 APS + 0.1 Vote = 0.10 Total)[/i]

Michaels: Xander Kross has just pulled out the big time victory! He’s tied up the scoreboard with this victory, it’s now a 2 all scoreline with 3 cross brand matches to go!!!

Rik: The Insanity guys put everything into this, you can’t fault them for their effort.

Michaels: You can fault Lacey for what she did to Jensen.

Rik: Nope. I liked it. She wanted to prove a point, and she did. A very impressive outing from Al as well, Bobino and Brooks did the brand proud, but my former brand walks out the winner.

Michaels: You’re not sounding bummed…

Rik: Eh… I can live with this. It’s not a bad result at all.

Michaels: It’s an excellent result. Folks, this is going to take a few minutes to deconstruct, so let’s check in on a good friend backstage.

[INDENT][/INDENT]

James McDaygo is dancing backstage double fisting two bottles of champagne. He pours himself a mouth full of the liquids before throwing them being lost in the moment.

McDaygo: WOOT!

Philips: You seem proud of yourself son?

McDaygo: Of course I am, I won... and I am undefeated at Altered Reality!

Philips: Son, this was your first one. Compete at a few more and keep that attitude and maybe you will have something special, but I will congratulate you as you are a co-number one contender to the tag team titles. That position interests me greatly as I want take the belt off of Storme.

McDaygo: pause. You want to take off Storme’s belt?

Philips: ...

McDaygo: What is in it for me?

Philips: THE TAG TEAM TITLES!

McDaygo: I don’t want them.

Philips: WHAT?!? I am offering you a deal here James, that is why you were put in the match... that you co-won... for a shot at the tag team titles.

McDaygo: But I don’t have a partner. CraZe doesn’t like me and I don’t know who he is... I mean under the mask. Oooohh maybe I should wear a mask and we can be super heroes!

Philips: You're talking like a super idiot.

McDaygo: Besides. I don’t have a full contract as a wrestler. I can only do part time appearances.

Philips: Well I am offering you one right now.

McDaygo: You are offering me a contract to get me out of the job I have now doing what ever it is I am supposed to do in exchange for being a full time wrestler?

Philips: Yes.

McDaygo: No. I have other demands than just being a full time wrestler.

Philips: sigh Why am I afraid to ask? Don’t answer that, name your demands and we will see.

McDaygo: Demand number one. I will be left off of the Homecoming card all together.

Philips: Why? I mean that is a simple enough request but a super show like Homecoming and you want off?

McDaygo: I have prior obligations to eat tacos and watch porn.

Philips: Ok, that is a simple if not strange request. Than please come with me to sign-

McDaygo: I am not finished yet. I have two more.

Philips: Go on...

McDaygo: via contract I want a monkey as a manager, but not just any kind of monkey. I want the kind of monkey from Pirates of the Caribbean.

Philips: You want a zombie monkey?

McDaygo: Don’t be silly MC. I am not a monkey expert. I just want a monkey.

Philips: Fine. But the company will not pay for it or its expenses. THIS is coming out of your own pocket. What is your last request so we can get this over with. I a m busy with important business to deal with.

McDaygo: My last wish Master Genie is this: Considering I won, and your Golden Boy Lincoln lost. I want a LPW Hardcore title shot. You agree to these demands and I will not only sign the contract but I will not be as much of a pain in the ass.

McDaygo give the lens a clear as day wink followed by a huge grin.

Philips: ... Go... I’ll have the papers drawn up.

McDaygo turns and bolts down the hallway screaming nonsense about having a monkey.

Philips: What a strange man.

We return to the ring area. The camera shows the skeletal remains of the Ascension X match suspended high above the ring, with nothing in the ring to show it had even ever existed.

Michaels: What a night so far for LPW fans and competitors at Altered Reality 6 and now, we have a huge match as longtime rivals will clash over what could be a career-changing victory for either of them.

Rik: Perhaps, the Owner's Cup, in theory should mean a direct rocketing to the main event but as we know, no winner of the tournament has ever successfully used the cup. Much to my chagrin, this includes me. With this said, can Eddie B. or Ultramarcus, men who have struggled in main event moments, reverse the curse, if you will?

Michaels: Honestly? Why not. Both men have the talent, and Marcus was just runner-up for the Deathcube at Ragnarok. Eddie's talent has always been there. But I do want you to know this. Despite my personal distaste for Eddie's actions, as a Pyromania guy you can expect him to wipe the floor with your Insanity representative.

Rik: And just a reminder to everybody, this is not classed as one of the cross brand matches for Altered Reality. Rather, an exhibition match, as it’s the closing stage of an LPW, not brand, tournament.

Michaels: That and Eddie denounced his Pyromania allegiance, but I still see him as Pyromania. You and Insanity are just lucky this one is not going towards the scoreboard.

Speaker: WHOOOAAA.... BRAH BEHOLD, DAT CUP!


As the camera remains focused on the 2012 Owner's Cup trophy in all its glory, “Viking Death March” by Billy Talent kicks up. Ultramarcus emerges and surveys the crowd before yelling out to psyche himself up.

Speaker: ULTRAA-MARCUS!!! My card says you lost weight, brah! 210 pounds now? What's your secret? I try to stay fit but for some reason I'm always starving...

Rik: I can think of one pungent reason as to why that is the case, you miscreant.

“Sun Music” by Charles Hamilton rips through the speakers as the back of Eddie B., saunters into our view. He stands menacingly before spying Marcus. Eddie begins to verbally antagonize his opponent while making his way down the ring.

Speaker: Usually when I see an entrance like that, it means somebody's gonna get their ass kicked... Eddie B. looks mad, brah...

Michaels: The mutual contempt is just radiating. The bell sounds and both men circle one another. There's the collar-and-elbow tie-up...Eddie quickly muscles the smaller Marcus into the corner, the ref calls for a break but Marcus delivers an eye-poke!

Marcus begins to increase his attack in the vein of various punches and kicks. He then grounds Eddie with an armdrag and tries to keep him grounded but the stronger Eddie quickly gets to his feet, breaking the hold and delivering a knee to the gut. Eddie goes for an Irish Whip but on the rebound, Marcus goes for a low dropkick, which Eddie sidesteps before sending a rising Marcus out of the ring, onto the apron, with a running forearm.

Michaels: This is becoming a very Eddie-style match, a brawl. Marcus is back to his feet and Eddie delivers some HARD body shots!

Rik: Marcus needs to distance himself. While he is more streamline and quicker, his new physique has cost him a good bit of the strength he had. Although I'm not sure how much it would have helped given Eddie's at least 6'5, 260.

Michaels: Eddie tries to throw Marcus into the steps but Marcus leaps over them! Eddie charges and Marcus dropkicks the steps into Eddie's legs!

Eddie staggers away, trying to shake off the pain. The ref's count reaches four as Marcus gets on the steps and brings Eddie down with a flying bulldog. He then rolls into the ring and allows the ref to continue the count.

Rik: Big move from Marcus has him well in the driver's seat!

Michaels: Eddie will need to shake the cobwebs loose, otherwise he risks losing a guaranteed title shot by countout! Eddie's starting to rise though and he rolls back into the ring just after the ref reaches the count of '7'. Marcus quickly goes for a cover but Eddie powers out after one.

Rik: Marcus has Eddie in a grounded chinlock now, trying to keep the larger man from using the power advantage.

Eddie begins to fight to his feet. He tries to elbow Marcus off but the U.S. Champion remains dogged. Eddie then gets to his feet, lifts Marcus up, slingshots him off the top rope and drops him in a modified backbreaker.

Michaels: Eddie breaks the hold emphatically!

Rik: I think Eddie's going to be focused more on trying to soften up Marcus for their tag match later tonight but that may cost him!!

Michaels: Eddie has Marcus up now and he's laying into him with hard shots! Big-time Forearm club across the back knocks Marcus to all fours! Eddie bounces off the ropes and forces Marcus to his stomach with a jumping Forearm drop that Dan Henderson would be proud of!

Rik: Who?

Michaels: He's a MMA fighter, man. You didn't see him destroy Michael Bisping?

Rik: Why would I care for such a barbaric sport?

Michaels: Asks the guy who calls matches for a pro wrestling company.

After another forearm drop to the back of the head, Eddie coves and only gets one. Eddie steps back and measures for Marcus to get up. Marcus rises and Eddie charges, only to be dropkicked to the mat.

Rik: See? Eddie's usually about smashmouth, close-quarter combat. He's given Marcus distance and he seems more about causing injury with measured blows rather than trying to win.

Michaels: As loathe as I am to agree, you have a point. Maybe. Marcus is up now, as is Eddie but Marcus puts him down with a modified Olympic Slam! Marcus is going to the top rope now...

Marcus is on the apron now and as he climbs the ropes, he surveys the downed Eddie before smirking and leaping.

Michaels: SHOOTING STAR-NO! EDDIE ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY AND MARCUS CRASHES AND BURNS!

Rik: He couldn't allow for that to happen!

Michaels: Eddie is up and he's got a weakened opponent, if he's going to strike, now's the time! He's got him up... look out, FALCON KILLER! That should be it!

Eddie shoots the half, turning over Marcus before he covers. Marcus kicks out at two-and-a-half, drawing a slight surprise from Eddie. Eddie shakes it off and tries to press the action, looking to trap Marcus in a STF. Marcus fights away and stuns Eddie with an upkick to the jaw.

Rik: There's an opening!

Michaels: Eddie's a little rocked, and Marcus swoops in... U-F-U!! That might be it!

Rik: The Owner's Cup will remain with Insanity!!!

Michaels: There's the cover! 1! 2! Eddie kicked out!

Marcus recoils away from Eddie and badgers the ref, claiming that the count should have been three. Eddie meanwhile gets to a knee and Marcus, seemingly having lost his composure, charges Eddie, who delivers an authoritative standing thrust spinebuster. Eddie immediately transitioned into a STF as Marcus tries to fight out of it!

Michaels: Eddie has him trapped! It's only a matter of time!

Rik: Why are you so excited? This match doesn't even count towards the official scoreboard and you don't even like Eddie.

Michaels: I may not like Eddie, but I HATE Insanity. Any win over them, whether it counts or not, is a victory for all that is good in the world..

Rik: You are hopeless.

Michaels: Not what your mom said.

Rik: You sophomoric scoundrel!

The crowd pops loudly as Marcus' hand goes up, making it seem as if Marcus might submit. Marcus begins to claw towards the ropes. Marcus almost gets there but Eddie releases the hold and pulls him back to the center of the ring. Before Eddie can reapply the hold, somehow Marcus counters into a small package, which Eddie kicks out of at 2 and three-fourths. Both men scramble to their feet and Eddie flattens Marcus with an athletic-looking jumping sidekick, ala Booker T.

Rik: Both men are down again, this has been some kind of chess match. Neither man can maintain a consistent advantage!

Michaels: Eddie's got him about the throat now though, he's probably about to delve into his grappler side!

Rik: Marcus is trying to fight it though!

Michaels: Eddie goes for the Shinigami-plex but Marcus counters into a Tornado DDT! Cover! 1! 2! Eddie gets the shoulder up!

Rik: Hit the Destroyer, Marcus! No more beating around the bush!

Marcus grimaces, holding his back as he gets to his feet. He makes a cut-throat gesture and waits for Eddie to get to his feet.

Michaels: Marcus is calling for the end, and what a personally satisfying win it would be to fell his rival for a guaranteed championship match! Marcus doubles him over, he's signaling for it but Eddie back body drops his way out of it!

Rik: Drat!

Michaels: Marcus is back up, and Eddie has him! SHINIGAMI-PLEX!

Eddie scrambles to the cover and Marcus JUST beats the three count. Eddie snatches to his feet, growing slightly frustrated. But then suddenly, a switch seems to flip and Eddie exhales, calmer than usual. Eddie takes Marcus to his feet and puts him on the top turnbuckle. Eddie climbs up to meet him nailing some hard rights before setting up for a superplex. But Marcus fights it and eventually shoves Eddie off the top rope.

Rik: Eddie's in a bad way now, can Marcus shake the cobwebs?

Michaels: Eddie is trying to get to his feet but that fall took a lot out of him! Marcus is shifting his feet, trying to get a steady footing...

Rik: MARCUS, LOOK OUT!

Out of nowhere, Eddie springs to his feet and knocks Marcus back to a seated position with a top-rope step-up 'Outside Looking' enziguri. Eddie goes back down to the mat as that kick to the melon buys him some time. Marcus can barely hang onto the top rope as he has a glazed look in his eye.

Rik: Marcus could take a bad fall here... Which man is going to put the nail in the coffin!

Eddie goes back to Marcus but Marcus kicks Eddie away. Marcus then jumps, looking for what seems to be a diving double axe-handle.

Michaels: EDDIE DELIVERS A JUMPING SOLE KICK TO MARCUS' RIBS IN MID-AIR! THAT HAD TO HAVE TAKEN ALL OF THE WIND OUT OF HIM!

Rik: He went to the well one too many times!

Michaels: Marcus is to his feet and here comes Eddie!

THWACK!

Rik: GOOD GOD!

Michaels: WHAM-O! EDDIE RUNS HIM OVER WITH LOWERED EXPECTATIONS! Eddie goes for the cover, leg is hooked!

Rik: Kickout!

Michaels: ONE! TWO! THREE! EDDIE B. HAS WON IT!

“Sun Music” by Charles Hamilton hits as Eddie snatches his form up from Marcus. He remains on a knee, an intense stare on his face as it starts to set in that he has won the Owner's Cup.

Speaker: EDDIE! YOU'VE GOT DAT CUP, MAN! BEHOLD!

Eddie B (Victor)
Ultramarcus (Defeated)[/i]

Michaels: Eddie's roll continues!

Eddie leaves the ring in a haste after the ref barely manages to raise his hand in victory. Eddie walks over to the Owner's Cup and stares at it, the ramifications of the award's meaning setting it. Eddie slowly removes the cup from its pedestal and leaves, stopping at the top of the ramp to look back to the ring where Marcus, who has since come to, is fuming. Eddie looks back to the entrance-way and raises the cup to shockingly, a good amount of cheers.

Michaels: I just realized something... Eddie B, of ALL people, is now in possession of an anytime, anywhere World or International Heavyweight Championship match!

Rik: The Owner's Cup has never been used successfully but outside of myself, there has never been a greater chance of reversing that trend until now. I'm not sure where this leaves Marcus though, another big chance has slipped through his fingers and he, along with Eddie, have another big match tonight. How will he cope?

Michaels: I'm not sure but, to Morpheus or Tromboner Man... they can consider themselves on notice. Eddie B. is now the 2012 LPW Owner's Cup Champion!

Rik: One of those all-time reigns is officially on borrowed time... I honestly believe that.

[INDENT][/INDENT]

No sooner is the ring cleared from the last match, stage hands have decended on the ring. In seconds, the ropes have been replaced with Barbed Wire, and a giant bag of salt has been brought out.

Michaels: Bobert, our next match will be a Pyromania exclusive match, pitting Pyromania’s resident detective, Jeff Watson, against the culprit who kidnapped his wife and made his life miserable for months, Ryan James. James willing revealing himself was shocking, as was his ability to goad Jeff Watson into a match that is out of his comfort zone. Watson abhors Hardcore wrestling, but was so willing to get his hands on James, he agreed to be in a Barbed Wire Salt Pit match, a match Ryan James has experienced before.

Lillehammer: The name is Robert, degenerate! Watson has for months wrongfully accused many LPW Superstars in his search for his wife’s kidnapper, but failed. It took the kidnapper to make his appearance known. James, despite his Canadian heritage, has deftly eluded the Boy Detective, which made Watson an American joke. I hate to say this, but I am rooting for the Canadian. That and he is a man of power in his country.

Michaels: Robinho, how can you go against your own country? And you call me a degenerate? Also, Watson was attempting to find his wife and did deal with over aggressive attitudes from a few superstars. Though I did not agree with the way he dealt with his situation, I sympathize with his want to find his wife’s kidnapper and make the perpetrator pay!

Lillehammer: Even though you are a Commie, at least you hold the vows of marriage sacred, unlike our great detective.

Michaels: That’s a low blow, Bobito! Watson will come into this match looking for vengeance, while James might have to shake off some ring rust.

Lillehammer: You fail to mention, scum, that Watson’s vengeance lust could be his undoing! He will want nothing more than to punish PM Ryan James, that he may be sloppy and mistake prone. James may have some ring rust, but he has always been one of LPW’s most capable all around fighters. His callousness and calculating nature of late may lead him to catching Watson in a fit of rage.


“Battlefield” by Blind Guardian blares on the PA as the returning to action Ryan James walks onto the stage to chorus of boos. He walks smugly down the aisle and grabs a young fan’s Jeff Watson sign and proceeds to wipe his ass with it and tear it up. James rolls slowly into the ring, making sure not to get caught in the barbs. As he stands in the center of the ring, “In the Air Tonight” by Nonpoint blares on the PA as Jeff Watson storms out of the curtain to the cheers of the crowd. He walks at a fast pace toward the ring and slides in quickly, but carefully into the ring. The ref stands in his way as James winks at him.

P.A. Speaker: We have ourselves a match hear, peeps. In the porcupine confines of this ring, our first dude is from Canada…do you have any Anne Murray CD’s? She’s awesome! Anyway, making his return to the LP Dub is Ryan Jam…(James snatches away the mike).

James: That’s PRIME MINISTER RYAN JAMES!

P.A. Speaker: Noted PM dude. And in the opposite direction, being held back by the referee. He hails from Miami, Florida…do you know the guys from Bad Boyz? They are awesome and would love to see them in action. (Watson continues to glare and struggle to reach Ryan James) Anyway, this is JEFF WATSON!

Ryan James stays in the middle of the ring and waves his arms toward Watson, goading him to bring it. The ref calls for the bell to ring and Watson darts toward James, who sidesteps. Watson almost crashes into the wire, but puts the brakes on at the last second. Watson turns around and gets hit with a number of left jabs from James. James goes for a haymaker, but Watson hits him with a double leg takedown and starts to rain punches on James.

Michaels: This match is starting fast and furious as Watson rushed toward James. He almost let his rage get the better of him, but was able to rebound and has James on the mat.

Lillehammer: The opening minutes shows that Watson will fail. He almost ran into the barbed wire five seconds into the match!

Michaels: Watson continues to rain strikes on James, who is doing a good job dodging and blocking. James pushes Watson off with his legs and stands up tall. Watson gets up and lunges toward James with number of right and left hooks, but James deftly dodges them, his hands not covering his face. Watson goes for big punch, but James dodges again and hits him right in the jaw with a hard right! Great counter by Ryan James!

Lillehammer: James is allowing Watson to attack, gambling on Watson being overly aggressive in this match. So far, James has been correct. He is goading the downed Watson to get up and come at him again.

Michaels: So far, this match has resembled more of an MMA fight. Watson comes at James again, going for another punch. James dodges again and attempts to answer back, but Watson with another takedown and he mounts James and starts to switch between elbows and fists! Watson picks up James and knees him in the stomach. He goes for it again, but Ryan James grabs him by the knee and shoves him toward the Barbed wire! Watson is able keep his balance and stops short of getting pierced by the wire, but James tags him with a Superman punch to the back to the jaw, which knocks him down.

Lillehammer: Watson keeps getting his chance of pulling ahead, but James continues to be one step ahead of him, just like in Watson’s investigation!

Michaels: James grabs Watson’s head and attempts to shove it into the Barbed Wire! Watson is fighting off the attempt! James starts to hammer the back of Watson’s neck with clubbing forearm shots and again attempts to shove Watson face first into the wire!

Lillehammer: Watson is frantically trying to keep away from the wire, as not only would that open him up, but it would allow James, who has experienced this match type in the past, to use the canvas of the mat as another weapon of torment.

Michaels: As someone who has been in Barbed wire matches, there is no sensation like it. Sometimes you get lucky and the barb goes in and out. Other times, it can rip and tear you to shreds. Add the salt into the equation, and you will be in a world of pain for days. This is a very brutal match type. Watson appears to be moving farther away from the wire. He hits James in the gut a few times with back forearm shots. He now clocks James with a big uppercut to the jaw. Watson now grabs the dazed James and tries to shove his head into the wire, James holding on by grabbing the wire with his hands.

James struggles to break free from Watson’s grasp for a good minute before James elbows Watson in the mouth, causing Watson to let go. James checks his hands and sees a few of his fingers have light gashes, but his hands are fine thanks to the tape on his hands. He stalks Watson and hits him with two left jabs. He goes for a right, but Watson kicks him in the leg and then the chest. Watson grabs James in a Thai clinch and starts to knee him in the chest. He goes for a knee to the head, but James hits him with a low blow kick to send Watson down.

Michaels: That was very much uncalled for!

Lillehammer: Watson knew this were no disqualifications in this match. He should have been prepared for that!

Michaels: James steps on Watson’s head and starts to goad him some more, motioning his arms for Watson to get him. James is having fun with Watson, taunting as much as possible. He points toward the wire and grabs Watson by the hair. He hits Watson in the face a number of times, and then backs up. James charges toward Watson…but Watson picks him up by the legs and throws James into the wire back first! James is the first man to hit the wire!

Lillehammer: James got too confident and attacked too quickly and Watson capitalized. Now we shall see the activity Watson enjoys best as a detective. Police brutality!

Michaels: I thought you people liked strong police, Bobster?

Lillehammer: Intelligent strong arm police tactics are acceptable.

Michaels: So don’t get caught or be too blatant about it?

Lillehammer: Precisely. Thus my admiration for Prime Minister James!

Michaels: Watson grabs James and starts to slide him across the barbed wire ropes back first, causing lacerations in his back. He yanks James off forcefully, causing more flesh to tear off the back of Ryan James. James is still on his feet, but appears to be in shock after the trip into the Barbed wire. Watson measures and hits him with a number of right hands. Watson grabs a hold of James and looks for a belly to belly suplex!

Lillehammer: If he hits that, we may hear a scream that would send chills down the spines of people because of the addition of salt to the wound.

Michaels: Watson attempts to lift James, but James blocks the attempt! James picks up Watson and dumps him into the Barbed Wire! Watson is in pain as he is trapped in the wire!

Lillehammer: Watson had him, but took his time with the suplex. James now smells blood! And not his own! He is going to go on the attack!

Michaels: James weakly laughs at Watson and starts to slap him across the face in a mocking way. He grabs Watson and rakes his back against the wire in the same fashion that Watson did! He rips Watson off the wire and kicks him in the knee, forcing him to go down. James grabs Watson’s head and puts his face into the wire, raking his face on it! Watson’s head is gushing out blood as James looks on with glee!

James releases Watson and picks him up. He slaps him in the face and hits him with a number of rights to the face. As James goes for a spinning back elbow, Watson blocks the attempt and hits James with a Russian Leg sweep, causing both men to crash back first on the mat. Both men scream in pain as the salt gets inside the lacerations on their backs.

Michaels: Both men share the first drop into the salt and are reacting as expected. Both men got up quickly from the ground, not risking rolling around in the salt covered ground.  Both men circle each other, breathing hard from the excruciating pain they are dealing with.

Lillehammer: Things will get interesting now. While fortune usually favors the aggressive, when you are in this environment, being overly aggressive can cause you to end up in the wire or on the salted ground. And if this match somehow goes outside of the ring, the thickly coated floor will be a further detriment to poor Watson…err…simpleton who gets dumped on it.

Michaels: Both men lock up and James fires a number of right hands to the bloody head of Watson. Watson slowly tries to punch James, but James again head bobs out of the way of the punches, slapping Watson in the face mockingly. Watson goes for a left hand…wait! He feinted and kicked James in the left knee again, causing James to get down on one knee!

Watson grabs Ryan James head and drags it to the middle wire. James tries to fight it, grabbing the wire with his hands. Watson starts to hit James with elbows to the head, then lunges James’ head into the wire, racking it back and forth. He yanks James head out of the wire, causing the audience in the front row to gasp at the action. Watson picks James up and DDT’s him to the ground, causing both men to writhe in pain, though Ryan James took the worst of it because of the gash on his forehead.

Michaels: James gets his head raked against the ropes and then gets planted with a DDT. Watson probably could have done a different move, so as to not expose his back further to the salt, but James took the worst of it with his newly opened wound. Watson is in pain, but he is starting to get fired up! He wants to destroy the man who caused him all this misery!

Lillehammer: He can be fired up all he wants, but James still holds all the cards and Watson hasn’t finished the job yet!

Michaels: Watson grabs James’ left leg and starts to stomp on it. He drags James across the ring, causing salt to enter his wounds further. Watson points to the air and spins his hand in the air! He could be going for the Figure four leglock!

Lillehammer: Again, playing friendly with the humanoids!

Michaels: You are nowhere close to being Heenan or Ventura, Bobington. Watson attempts to lock on the figure four…and James kicks Watson off and he lands chest first right into the Barbed Wire! Watson is crying out in pain!

Lillehammer: His taking his sweet time cost him. Now he is stuck like a winged creature in a spider’s web. This allows James to gain his bearings.

Ryan James gets up slowly, then tears the top rope wire off of the chest of Watson and bends him under it. James then locks in a chinlock on the still stuck Watson, causing punctures and lacerations in his chest and back. James lets go of the hold and rips Watson out of the wire, picking him up and dropping him down with a gourdbuster. Watson writhes in pain from the salt rubbing against his chest and face. James grabs Watson’s head and starts to rub his head into the mat, causing further pain.

Michaels: James taking control of the match by using the wire in an interesting submission hold, then dumps Watson on the salted floor, rubbing his head into the mat to add insult to injury!

Lillehammer: James is doing his best to humiliate Jeff Watson and make him humble. I applaud it! I wonder if he has taken lessons from the Iron Sheik on how to make someone humble?

Michaels: That would be the wrong kind of humble, Bob!

Lillehammer: By holy Reagan, you will address me by my true name!

Michaels: As Bobby prays to Reagan, we go back to the action as James grabs Watson and rolls him to the apron. He intelligently uses Watson as a board to slide out of the ring, then drags Watson to the edge of the apron. James picks up Watson again, and a goardbuster to the arena floor!

Lillehammer: Watson screamed like you did in your match with Tromboner Man, commie!

Michaels: Not as loud and as girly as you screamed when McCain lost in 2008.

Lillehammer: I despise you!

Michaels: James is searching around ringside for weapons. He is going to take advantage of the rules, or lack thereof, in this match. He slides in a chair, a board of barbed wire, and a spike!

Lillehammer: Just what this match needs, more barbed wire!

Michaels: James places the spike in his boot and walks up to the staggered but standing Watson. James goes for a right, but Watson dodges it and hits him with a hard uppercut to the jaw! Watson grabs a thick leather strap from a fan and uses it on the back of Ryan James, causing welts and further opening cuts on his back!

Lillehammer: What is a fan doing with a leather strap?

Michaels: No idea, but Watson now in control. He grabs James in a Thai clinch and hits him with a number of knees to the chest, then lifts him up and body slams him on the arena floor, causing James to jump up writhing in pain! He picks James up and throws him knee first into the ring steps!

Lillehammer: Watson might be trying to cripple him, but I don’t see how he will use a submission without hurting himself.

Michaels: He could always use a standing Figure four, Robin!

Lillehammer: You are so smart with your knowledge, yet you can’t get my name right, commie!

Michaels: Watson grabs James and throws lays him on the apron. He grabs a table that is under the ring and sets it up. He grabs a small bag that has salt in it and pours a nice pile on top of the table!

Lillehammer: This could end badly.

Michaels: Watson climbs to the apron and picks up James. Watson should be careful here. A wrong move puts him in the wire or allows James to put him into the salt covered table.

Watson grabs James and attempts an exploder suplex from the apron, but Ryan James blocks it. Watson attempts it again, but James blocks it again and then elbows Watson in the head an few times, causing Watson to release his grip on James. Watson attempts to rush James, but James picks him up and hits him with a Rydeen Bomb off the apron onto the salt covered table. The wounds on Jeff Watson’s back open up further, as both men are in intense pain as they are sprawled on the floor, the crowd going crazy over the incredible counter move.

Michaels: Watson went for the big move and James countered and turned the table on him! Both men are out of it on the floor, the referee checking on them. Both men are bleeding profusely, as wounds continue to reopen from the salt in the wounds.

Lillehammer: That was a great sense of timing from the Prime Minister. He blocked Watson’s puerile attempt at a suplex on the apron, then used Watson’s over aggressiveness against him with that sitout spinebuster!

Michaels: James is slowly starting to stand up, using the ring post to help him up. He is walking with a limp, showing the effects of the steel steps and the crash into the table. He hobbles toward Watson and grabs him by the hair and forcefully throws him into the ring. James slowly walks into the ring and goes into his boot. He is getting that spike out! Does he really need that weapon now?

Lillehammer: Never hurts to drive the point home!

Michaels: You were waiting for the chance to use that line after seeing the spike come out, didn’t you?

As Lillehammer shrugs at Michaels query, James grabs the head of the seated Watson and starts to jab the spike into the forehead of Watson, then keeps it in place for a few seconds, causing Watson to yell in agony. The fans start to chant for Watson to fight out, but James continues to apply the pressure while goading the fans by cupping his hand over his ear. James releases Watson from his grasp, and picks up the chair and motions for Watson to get up. After a few moments, Watson slowly gets up. James swings the chair, but Watson ducks under the shot, causing James’ body to corkscrew around. Watson throws a well-placed thrust kick to the chair, which crashes into James’ left knee.

Michaels: Watson survived the spike assault from James and has regained control of the match! He grabs the leg of James and starts to stomp on it, then locks on a standing figure four leglock!

Lillehammer: Watson showing intelligence here. He is using his grappling skill to cause further damage to Ryan James without placing himself on the ground, though he is still causing his wounds on his back to re-open because of the strain he is placing on the hold.

Michaels: Watson is yelling obscenities at James, telling him to give him back his wife!

Lillehammer: And James, though in immense pain, keeps smirking at him and telling him to do something to a certain part of his body. I will let the audience lip read, though I doubt they could understand what is being said.

Michaels: Watson breaks the hold after a minute and picks up James, starting to hit him with a number of hard punches to the body. He goes for a head kick, but James blocks it and hits him with an elbow to the face! James rushes toward Watson, but Watson counters with a belly to belly suplex! Cover by Watson! 1…2…JAMES KICKS OUT!

Lillehammer: Watson doesn’t look too happy about the count, nor his opponent’s tenacity. Watson starts to elbow James in the head and starts to yell at him some more. James continues to show his arrogance, even as Watson is lighting him up.

Michaels: Watson picks him up from the mat and lifts him on his shoulders. He could be going for the South Beach Knockout! James is starting to struggle…and he knees Watson in the face, causing Watson to drop him. Watson goes for a roundhouse kick, but James dodges…and plants Watson with the Freedom Fall on the Barbed Wire board! James is writhing in pain from hitting the salted mat, but Watson is in a world of hurt as he is tangled in that barbed wire!

Lillehammer: Watson again got too cute and suffered for it. I wonder if James left a television around for Watson’s wife to watch him get mutilated.

Michaels: James slowly gets up and drags Watson off the Barbed wire board and goes for a cover! One…two…Kickout by Watson!

Lillehammer: No one accused Watson of not having guts…well…not anyone during a match anyway. Brains would be a different matter entirely.

Michaels: James looks at the ref and gives him a look, but slowly gets up and starts to rack his boot across the head of Watson.

Lillehammer: James is going back to a slow pace, ensuring that he maintains control. Is he grabbing the spike again?

Michaels: It appears so, as he grabs Watson and drags him to the barbed wire and places him between the wire like he did earlier! And he is again digging that spike into the head of Watson!

Lillehammer: Kevin Sullivan would be proud of Ryan James at this moment!

Michaels: After a good thirty seconds of assault by spike, James lets go of Watson and rips him off the wire viciously! He limps to the corner and grabs a chair. He is motioning for Watson to get up!

Lillehammer: Watson is going to get knight rather clumsily with that chair.

Michaels: Nice try, Robespierre. I watch Blackadder too. You ripped that joke off from a special episode!

Lillehammer: I really despise you!

Watson gets up slowly and stands dazed in the middle of the ring. James winds up and goes for the knockout blow, but Watson ducks. James misses and turns around, only for Watson to pick him up and hit him with the South Beach Knockout! Both men are out as the crowd cheers wildly!

Michaels: Both men are down and out, exhaustion starting to set in!

Lillehammer: The referee is checking on both men. Watson is surprisingly showing life! Why is he not going for the cover, Michaels?

Michaels: I have no idea! This is the perfect time to cover James and win! He goes to the outside of the ring and searches under the ring…he has a pair of handcuffs! He gleefully shows them to the crowd! He is going to lock up James!

Lillehammer: If this idiot does that he will start a war! And he is wasting time! He is allowing his vendetta to blind him!

Michaels: His wife was kidnapped, Robert! You have to understand his want for justice!

Lillehammer: I told you to call me…wait, you did…anyway, he should be focused on the win. He is showing that his pride is more important than his wife! I hope she is watching and seeing that he values his pride more than he values her. Sort of like he values his partner over her.

Michaels: Very uncool, Robert! I know for a fact that Watson cares for his wife!

Lillehammer: We shall see!

Michaels: Watson climbs back into the ring and dangles the cuffs in James face, yelling at him that he will lock him up…OH! James kicked Watson right in the nuts!

Lillehammer: He chose the wrong time to mouth off! He should have mouthed off when he locked him up!

Michaels: James grabs the cuffs and shoves Watson back first into the barbed wire! James uses the cuffs and locks Watson on the middle rope wire! James hobbles to get the chair as Watson starts to tug at the wire, trying to free himself!

Lillehammer: He probably shouldn’t turn around, as James is stalking him!

Michaels: Watson turns around…and James blasts him with a chair shot that sends an echo around the arena! Watson crumples to the ground, he is out cold! James places Watson in position and goes for the cover! One…Two…THREE! This brutal match is over!

Speaker: The winner of this blood sport…get it? Blood sport? Hahaha…anyway, the winner of this match, is the Prime Minister of Canadia, Ryan James!

Ryan James (3.96 APS + 2.8 Vote = 6.76 Total)
Jeff Watson (3.56 APS + 0.9 Vote = 4.46 Total)[/i]

Ryan James slides out of the ring slowly and raises his hand as EMT’s rush to check on him and Jeff Watson. As the EMT’s use pliers to free Watson, his wife Ashley appears on the ramp, running down to attend to Watson as the crowd cheers her on!

Michaels: There goes Watson’s wife Ashley! She is free!

Lillehammer: Isn’t that sweet? She frees herself just in time to see her man broken and bloody.

Michaels: What is Ryan James doing? He is cornering her from reaching the ring! James may be in bad shape, but he has shown his ruthless side enough to know that I fear for Ashley’s safety.

James keeps Ashley from getting past him. Ashley slaps James in the face, causing the crowd to let out a big cheer. James grabs her and motions to clock her, only to give her a big kiss. Ashley attempts to break free and knees James in the crotch. James goes down in a heap, as Ashley runs into the ring to be with Watson. She pushes her way past the EMT’s and hugs her husband, who is still dazed. Meanwhile, stage hands are already down there, cleaning away the salt, and beginning to change the Barbed Wire ropes back to the regular ones.

Michaels: Ashley kneed James in the nuts and is now reunited with her husband! While Watson may have lost the match, he still has his wife back!

Lillehammer: After all his bragging of breaking James in half and winning, he lost! He can take his consolation prize of his wife, but he still lost!

Michaels: Watson is coming to his senses and notices Ashley by his side. He weakly returns her embrace, the crowd cheer for the reunion. Ashley and two EMT’s slide Watson carefully out of the ring and help him to stand. James is on the top of the ramp with a few EMT’s and he stares smugly at Watson and Ashley. He blows a kiss to Ashley and winks at Watson.

Lillehammer: The winner ladies and gentlemen, Ryan James!

Michaels: Watson looks on in rage, but it is tempered by the return of his wife. Two men walk toward James. They appear to be the Prime Minister’s own personal physicians. They take James to the back as the EMT’s and Ashley help Watson walk out of the arena on his own power! Another great match in the books and more to come!

[INDENT][/INDENT]

Phoenix: Wrestling fans we have up next what promises to be an honest to God barn burner. Steve Storme is looking to cement himself in the record books as the man who ended the streak.

Rik: Let me tell you something about The Streak. There are many streaks in professional sports. You have Joltin Joe’s 54 game hit streak. The Miami Dolphins 1972 perfect season. Julio César Chávez going 87 and 0 to start his career. But in wrestling, and more importantly in this company there is only one streak that matters and that’s X’s Altered Reality streak.

Phoenix: I’m amazed Rik. That was somewhat professional sounding. But yes in the LPW, the Altered Reality event is X’s event. In every previous Altered Reality, X has walked out with out being pinned or made to submit. But tonight he faces his toughest challenge yet in Steve Storme. Steve Storme right now is on that climb on the side of the mountain. If he can do what other’s haven’t and beat X in the ring tonight he will make a huge leap forward in his career as he aims for the mountain top.

Rik: Storme has made a huge name for himself over the last year. He has become by far the most hated man in the LPW in perhaps its entire history. If he beats X tonight, and believe me that is no small feat, but if he can do it he will be propelled into the upper echelon of this company.

Phoenix: Very well said. So with that in mind lets head up to the ring and our good friend Mr. Mike Announcer for the official ring introductions.

Mike Announcer stands in the center of the ring as the shot shows the sold out Pepsi Center in Denver, Colorado.


Announcer: Wrestling fans the following contest at LPW Altered Reality 6 is scheduled for one fall and it is THE STREAK ON THE LINE MATCH.

The lights in the arena go out as fire blasts go off on the stage as "Beast and the Harlot" by Avenged Sevenfold comes on and the lights come back as X holding his trusty steel chair comes out to a huge ovation from the crowd

Announcer: Introducing first, coming down the isle he hails from The Bronx and he weighs in at 230 Pounds…he is putting his Altered Reality undefeated streak on the line, This Is XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX.

Phoenix: X is walking down to the ring and he looks like he means business tonight. Not only does he want to keep his streak going, but also he wants to teach a lesson in respect to Steve Storme.

Rik: Storme has been on a roll as of late. X is part of the old guard of this company and guys like Storme want them to step aside because it is their time to shine.

Phoenix: Getting someone like X to simply step aside will be easier said then done as X places his trusty chair right next to the ring steps as he walks into the ring and once again gets a huge ovation from the crowd.

The shot turns toward the stage as once again the lights go out

Announcer: And his opponent…

A waterfall of sparks falls from the top of the stage as "Deathsmarch" by Cancer Bats comes on and they stop as the lights come back on and Steve Storme comes out to a huge chorus of boos from the crowd

Announcer: Coming down the isle, he hails from Killa Cali and he weighs in at 228 Pounds…he is the last LPW World Television Champion…This is SSSTTTEEEVVVVVVEEEE SSSTTTTTTTOOOORRRRMMMMEEEEE.

Storme walks to the ring holding his hands up high as people in the crowd try to grab him all while he looks straight ahead at X

Rik: Storme isn’t taking his eyes off of X as he walks to the ring.

Phoenix: In wrestling circles they say if the fans legitimately want to hurt you then, as the bad guy you are doing your job well. Steve Storme is doing his job too well as people in this crowd would love to smack the smug look off his face.

Storme enters the ring and walks right by X showing a complete lack of respect to go pose on the ropes.

Phoenix: Storme might be playing a mind game right now by really trying to piss X off. If X isn’t thinking clearly he could throw him off his game.

Rik: Or its just Storme being a jerk.

Phoenix: There is that too as X is standing in the corner as the referee is checking Steve Storme for foreign objects. The referee says he’s clean as X now comes forward and the referee checks him and he says we are good to go.

X and Storme stand face to face as the referee calls for the bell and X quickly goes into his fighting stance as Storme moves quickly on his feet as X tries to corner him.

Phoenix: Storme is doing some dancing to start this match off to show his quickness as X stalks him looking for a lock up. X is starting to cut off the ring and he goes for a tie up and Storme dodges him and X goes into the corner. Storme quickly spins X around and he slaps him right across the face.

Rik: I don’t know if Storme is crazy or just stupid because X just gave him the Blackie Lawless look of doom there.

Phoenix: X does look annoyed but he’s not going after him as he mouths to Storme lets see what you got as they tie up. X quickly slaps on a side headlock. Storme shoves him off into the ropes and he ducks down as X comes running. X on the rebound and Storme with a leap frog and X comes rushing back and Storme catches him with a big dropkick. X is down and Storme goes to sneak a cover…Kickout at One.

Rik: Steve Storme is trying to get into X’s head and I think he might just be doing it as X can’t believe he got caught with that dropkick right to the mush.

Phoenix: Storme is brash, but he can back it up in the ring as X is back up and he’s saying I bet you can’t do that again as they lock back up. This time Storme slaps on the side head lock as X sends him off into the ropes and he ducks down as Storme leaps over him. Storme is back on the rebound and X is up and HE DRILLS STORME WITH A STRAIGHT RIGHT HAND.

Rik: I’d say they are about even now.

Phoenix: X goes for a quick cover on Storme and it’s a kickout at one and Steve Storme rolls out to the floor as he checks his mouth for loose teeth.

Storme hops back up onto the ring apron and he steps back into the ring and he gives X a golf clap as they go to lock back up

Phoenix: Storme looks like the one annoyed now as he’s back in the ring and they lock up once again. Storme this time with the advantage as he goes behind and he nails X with a clubbing forearm to the back and another and another and X is down to a knee and Storme slaps X right across the back of the head.

Storme takes off outside the ring as X follows after him

Rik: What the hell was Storme thinking there. Why would you want to piss X off even more?

Phoenix: Storme must have a game plan as X follows him out and Storme tries to nail X with a right hand but it’s blocked and X nails Storme with a big right and he quickly grabs him and he whips him right into the guard rails.

Storme collapses to the floor as the crowd cheers on X to do more and he grabs Storme by the hair and he brings him back up to his feet and he sends him back first right into the ring steps. Steve Storme is sitting prone against the ring steps and X comes charging looking to drive a knee into his skull and Storme moves out of the way at the last second and X runs right into the steps causing him to flying over them and wiping out on the other side

Phoenix: X crashes and burns as Steve Storme moved out of the way and now Steve Storme has rolled back into the ring but he’s quickly back out on the apron as he’s setting up waiting for X to get back up and Storme leaps and he connects with a big flying lariat to the floor and X is down and out.

Rik: See Steve did had a plan. He played a game of rope o dope on X.

Phoenix: It seems to have worked as X might be hurt after running into the ring steps and then getting leveled with that big flying lariat and now Steve Storme puts X back up on the ring apron and he’s got him laying horizontal and he comes running and he nails X with a big boot to the side of the head that causes X to fall back to the floor. Storme is now in the ring gloating as the referee hops out to the floor to check on X.

Storme rolls back out to the floor and he moves the referee out of the way as he grabs X and he rolls him back into the ring.

Phoenix: Storme should be careful as the LPW now has grounds for disqualification. He should also know he is the reason for it.

Rik: He is not the reason for it. Phantom Lord trying to murder him is the reason for it.

Phoenix: But he caused it.

Rik: So we blame the victims now?

Phoenix: In this case…yes. Back in the ring X is trying to get back up to his feet and Storme is back in and he nails him with a chop block from behind and Storme is now kicking and stomping away on X’s knee that was obviously tweaked when he hit the steps. X is trying to roll to the ropes and Steve Storme picks X up and he whips him into the corner and he quickly grabs his leg and drapes it over the rope and now he is kicking the knee over and over.

The referee manages to get in between them and he breaks up the onslaught as X falls to the mat. The crowd starts to let Storme have it and he promptly gives them all an Italian Salute.

Rik: When insulting the fans, you have to love the classics.

Phoenix: These fans are not happy as Storme grabs X’s leg and he yanks back on it and he jumps right down onto it and locks on a knee lock. Storme has X’s knee bent and he is just applying the pressure and X is down and the referee counts…One…Two…kickout by X. Storme has this strategy to take out X’s leg. X and his offense rely on the explosive power he can get from his legs and if you take out that leg, he will be at a serious disadvantage.

Storme stands back up and he spins around goes for a figure four leg lock but X rolls him up with a small package

Phoenix: Inside cradle…One…Two…Kickout by Storme. Storme is back up and he brings X back up to his feet and he nails him with a big European Uppercut and another and another and X is down. Steve Storme is soaking in the boos from this crowd as he drags X towards the corner and Steve Storme looks like he might be going up top.

Storme starts climbing up the ropes to go for a moonsault, but X gets up and he shakes the ropes causing Storme to crotch himself backwards on the top turnbuckle.

Rik: That’s going to ruin his plans for later in the evening.

Phoenix: No kidding. X is back up as he shakes some feeling back into his knee and he goes to the corner and nails Steve Storme with a clubbing blow right to the back and he’s climbing up behind Storme and he might be trying for a back suplex off the top rope. Storme is blocking it and he nails X with a back elbow and another and another and Storme is standing up on the top and he does a back flip off. Storme quickly grabs X from behind and he bends him back from the ropes and he snaps him off with a swinging neckbreaker. He goes for the cover…One…Two…Kickout by X.

Storme picks X back up and he rams him back into the turnbuckles. Storme goes to the opposite corner and he comes charging but X lifts himself up and Storme rams himself into the ring post. X then with the counter does a Jack Brisco roll up for the pin

Phoenix: Jack Brisco roll up for the pin…One…Two…Kickout by Steve Storme. X is now on the offense as he grabs Storme’s arm and he nails him with a single arm DDT.

Rik: You could practically hear Storme’s shoulder crack when he hit that post and X is going to be like a shark to blood with it.

Phoenix: X is not the typical submission wrestler, but when you’ve been around as long as he has he knows every trick in the book and he can make even simple holds feel like torture as he has Storme up and he puts his arm into a hammer lock and he scoops him up and he slams him down on the arm. X quickly grabs him by the arm and he stands him back up and he puts it back into a hammerlock and X GOES FOR THE LIFTING HAMMERLOCK.

Rik: I haven’t seen anyone do this move in years. George Steele used to do this to people to pop their shoulder out of the socket and that looks like what X is trying to do.

Phoenix: Storme is screaming in pain but he will not give up…X’s knee buckles and Storme falls on top of him. He goes for a cover…One…Two…Kickout by X. Storme is back up and he goes to the corner. X is getting back up and Storme comes charging and he connects with the Shining Wizard. Storme might have it…One…Two…KICKOUT by X.

Rik: That was as beautiful a Shining Wizard as I’ve ever seen him do. Steve must be getting frustrated right now.

Phoenix: Indeed he is as he picks X back up and he goes behind and he goes for a Dragon Suplex and he connects…One…Two…Kickout by X again. Steve Storme is now getting mad as he can not put X down.

Storme signals this is it as he brings X back up to his feet and he goes for End of Discord but X breaks free and he spins him around and he grabs him by the throat and he nails an X-Tinction.

Phoenix: X WITH THE X-TINCTION. BUT HE COLLAPSES TO THE GROUND AND CAN’T MAKE THE COVER.

Rik: X must have used everything he had left in the tank to deliver that X-Tinction chokeslam.

Phoenix: X is starting to move and he gets an arm over Storme’s chest for the cover…One…Two…TH…KICKOUT BY STEVE STORME. X is on his knees and he can’t believe it. He thought he had him as he stands back up as he brings Steve Storme back up to his feet…and grabs him and sets him up for a DDT…but Storme pushes him off and X COLLIDES WITH THE REFEREE.

Steve Storme sensing this is his chance quickly rolls out to the floor and he goes to the ring steps and he grabs X’s black steel chair.

Rik: Oh I love this. Storme wants to beat X with his own steel chair. That would be almost poetic.

Phoenix: Steve Storme is in the ring and he places the chair down on the mat. Storme you don’t need to do this.

Storme looks at X and he looks at the chair and he picks the chair back up and he tosses it out of the ring. He quickly goes to the referee and he smacks him a couple of times to revive him

Phoenix: Perhaps Steve Storme does have a conscience after all as he got rid of the chair and he has revived the referee. He is calling for X to stand up and X is pulling himself up with the ropes. X is up and Storme comes running and he goes for a running boot and X ducks it. He spins Storme around AND CONNECTS WITH THE DDT. Cover and count…One…Two…Kickout by Steve Storme. Oh I thought he had him there for sure.

Rik: Earlier it was X showing his will to survive and now it’s Steve Storme. He doesn’t want to give X the satisfaction of knowing he put him down.

Phoenix: X is back up and he’s shaking feeling into that leg once again as he drags Storme towards the center of the ring and X is going to the outside. He’s looking to end it all as he slowly climbs to the top rope.

X makes his way up to the top rope and he sets up for the X Bomb and he leaps but Steve Storme gets his knees up driving them into X’s back on impact

Phoenix: X IS DENIED. Steve Storme blocked the X Bomb and now both men are down and out.

The referee checks both men and then starts a Ten count

Referee: ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

Phoenix: And Storme is back up at nine and so is X and Storme nails X with a big European uppercut and X responds with a straight right and another and another and he whips Storme off into the ropes and he catches him with a big back body drop. Storme is back up and X quickly grabs him and he goes for X-Tinction but Storme with a block and he goes to whip X to the corner but X counters and he sends Storme sailing into the turnbuckles but Storme does a flip over the corner and he runs across the apron to the other side and he’s up top. Storme with a high cross body and he connects…BUT X ROLLS THROUGH FOR THE COVER…ONE…TWO…THREE. X REMAINS UNDEFEATED.

Announcer: The winner of the match and STILL UNDEFEATED AT ALTERED REALITY IS XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX.

X (4.35 APS + 2.5 Vote = 6.85 Total)
Steve Storme (4.23 APS + 1.2 Vote = 1.2)[/i]

Phoenix: My God what a match we just witnessed.

Rik: Steve Storme used everything he could think of tonight to take X down and X still came out on top.

The replay of the finish is shown, with X rolling through on the cross body to pin Storme to the mat cleanly, with no outside assistance.

Phoenix: Storme went for something big and he hit a beautiful high cross body, but the momentum was too great and X was able to roll through and he held Storme down for the One…Two…Three.

The shot comes back to live and we see X pulling himself back up with the ropes while Steve Storme lays on the mat, both men showing their exhaustion

Rik: This was X’s toughest challenge yet and he barely escaped with a win here. You have to wonder just how much longer this streak can going.

Phoenix: Knowing X as well as I do, I suspect as long as there is blood pumping through his veins the streak will live to see another day.

X starts to force himself to his feet to begin celebrating his victory. He rises up the turnbuckle and poses before his music cuts out, being replaced by “God Bless the U.S.A." by Lee Greenwood as Master Chief walks onto the stage.

Master Chief: Please forgive me for interrupting your celebration, X, but I have important business to discuss with Mr. Storme. If you don't mind?

X nods and rolls out of the ring, leaving Storme who struggles to his feet.

Master Chief: Steven, I'm afraid we have a piece of important business we have to discuss. I understand that this might not be the best time, since you were just soundly beaten by a man you claimed superiority to, but I'm afraid it can't wait any longer. After careful discussion with Insanity's lawyers, we came to a difficult decision to further the brand's interests in the global marketplace.

Furious, Storme motions for Master Chief to hurry up.

Master Chief: Fine, I'll wrap this up quickly. Steven Storme... You're FIRED!!!

It takes a moment to sink in but when it does, something in Storme snaps. Throwing his title aside, he sprints out of the ring, charging at Master Chief, who motions to someone backstage. Four of Chief's VIRAL squad rush out and catch Storme, quickly subduing him.

Master Chief: Get him out of my building!

Phoenix: WOAH!!!

Rik: I’ve seen it… but I don’t think I believe it. Steve Storme has been FIRED!!! SURELY there will be many people demanding an explanation for this action! A few Awakened individuals can’t be feeling too happy about this right now.

[INDENT][/INDENT]

Walking down the hall, still covered in blood and salt, is Ryan James. The wicked grin on his face screams that he’s pleased with his night’s work. Legendary LPW Backstage commentator, Jonathon Crotchman spots him as he walks by, and catches up for a scoop.

Crotchman: RYAN!!!

Ryan James says nothing, but stops, and looks at Crotchman with that twisted smile on his face.

Crotchman: Ryan, one thing that’s been bugging on my mind is… you attacked both Pyromania and Insanity superstars, tormented Jeff Watson, and held Ashley captive, and then… well… your actions tonight. People have asked you why, but I have a different question to ask. Are you happy?

Ryan James’ expression doesn’t change, instead, he just lets out a little laugh and walks away from Crotchman, who seems to have gotten his answer.

Michaels: He’s certainly become a twisted and deranged individual.

Phoenix: Twisted and deranged? The man needs to be put into an institution!!!

Michaels: I admit, I think him attacking a fellow Pyromania superstar like that, not his best idea, but good Lord, that passion, we could have used that against Insanity tonight!!!

Phoenix: Well, scores are tied, so you’re doing better than I thought.

Michaels: Well, let’s break that deadlock. Our next confrontation will certainly be filled with fireworks. Over the last few months, the tensions between LPW CEO Damion Kross and LPW legend and Pyromania GM cﾘnical have heightened. When cﾘnical declared himself the General Manager via a loophole, the Boss believed enough in his relationship with cﾘnical that he allowed cﾘnical’s takeover to go unchallenged. Over the last few months, the relationship has slowly withered, culminating with the events of Blistering Inferno, where Damion Kross made the three count to give Tromboner Man the victory!

Phoenix: From what I saw watching, cﾘnical believed that Kross had no right to act, since he was not the sanctioned referee. The CEO of LPW maintains that since the senior official was in the match and was knocked out, by cﾘnical no less, and he made the call to make the count. While I understand cﾘnical’s reaction to losing that huge match, he was the one that knocked the referee out cold and laughed about it like he did so on purpose.

Michaels: You of all people know, Phoenix, accidents happen in this game. And while I greatly respect Damion Kross, I feel he should have left that match alone. Further, he should not have booked himself into this match. One, his representing Insanity is sickening considering how much business Pyromania has done for the company. And two, over the last few shows, cﾘnical has slowly drifted further off the cliff, which is saying something for someone who believes he is a g()d. If I were Kross, I wouldn’t have put myself into a match with a mad man that wanted my blood for a perceived slight.

Phoenix: Didn’t you have that happen to you with Tromboner Man?

Michaels: Touché, Phoenix.

Phoenix: While our newer fans might believe that Damion Kross has no shot even if cﾘnical was on a normal plane of sanity, let us remind them that our CEO was once a competitor in PWA/LPW and was one of the hot up and comers in LPW before he chose to focus on business pursuits. Our CEO is a force to be reckoned with. Hopefully he knows what he is doing.


“Power” by Kanye West blares on the PA as the CEO of LPW, Damion Kross, enters the arena to a split reaction between fans of Insanity and Pyromania. He walks down the ring with a calm and determined demeanor. He slides into the ring and shakes the hand of the assigned Official and asks him for a microphone.

CEO Kross: Before this match begins, I believe I must tell you all something, as well as you, Daniel. You will not be seeing cﾘnical coming down to the ring in flame or his pyrotechnics tonight! Tonight, it is Daniel Adams vs Damion Kross! Now, let us get this show back on track.

“Epic” by Faith No More blares on the PA and the Pyromaniacs start to cheer loudly for cﾘnical, who comes out of the curtain, furious at Damion Kross for ruining his entrance. cﾘnical walks quickly to the ring, slides in and walks up to cross, pointing and yelling at him. The referee holds him back.

Speaker: Dudes and ladies, sexy and mugly, tonight’s shindig is a Grudge match. I must now be serious for a moment…I’ve always wanted to say that! I love Lance Storm!...because the head honcho of LPW should be addressed with respect. Our first competitor to my left is the CEO of LPW and a former LPW World Tag Team Champion and United States Champion. He weighs in tonight at 221 lbs. He is the boss man and “The New Dynasty”! This is DAMION KROSS!

Michaels: Never thought I would see the day Speaker is serious. Kross must have threatened to reveal what P.A. means.

Speaker: And the dude to my right, in shining purple and looking madder than Prince after a basketball game against Charlie Murphy. He weighs in tonight at 190 lbs. He is the General Manager of PYROMANIA, a former TWO TIME LPW World Heavyweight Champion! This is the g()d of LPW. This is CYNICAL!

Damion Kross stands in the center of the ring, cﾘnical coming to meet him in the middle. cﾘnical attempts to hit Kross with a wild haymaker, but Kross dodges. cﾘnical attempts to attack with wild strikes, but Kross dodges each one. cﾘnical goes for another wild haymaker, but Kross counters with a snap armdrag takedown. cﾘnical gets up quickly and again attempts to attack, but Kross counters with a low kick to the knee and a snapmare takedown. cﾘnical bounces up and kicks the ropes in frustration as the Insanity fans erupt.

Phoenix: This match starts with cﾘnical swinging wildly to take Mr. Kross head off, but Mr. Kross expertly blocks the repeated attempts of carnage from cﾘnical.

Michaels: cﾘn should know Mr. Kross better than this. He knows Kross is going to dictate the pace, especially if someone is going to come in wild! cﾘnical needs to refocus!

Phoenix: Mr. Michaels, this is your brand. I would like to offer you the play by play chair.

Michaels: Have at it Phoenix. You are one of the great play by play men in the game. I can do color commentary.

Phoenix: Thank you, Mr. Michaels. cﾘnical looks to be slowing down…no, he rushes toward Mr. Kross and locks up with him, muscling him into the corner. cﾘnical continues to hold on to him trying to force things, but Mr. Kross uses leverage and forces cﾘnical into the corner. The referee calls for a clean break, and Mr. Kross abliges.

Michaels: Kross continuing his early dominance of the match. cﾘnical is getting out of the corner…and promptly shoves Kross in his face. Anyone else might have reacted by trying to take his head off, but Mr. Kross maintains his composure.

Phoenix: cﾘnical locks up quickly again with Mr. Kross and takes him into the corner. Kross with a switch into the corner, but cﾘnical switches again! The referee is calling for a break, but cﾘnical won’t let go. The referee gets under cﾘnical and starts to drag him out of the corner…PURPLE MIST! cﾘnical has spit out the Purple Mist and blinded Damion Kross! And he has shoved the referee and has started to stomp on the CEO of LPW!

Michaels: cﾘnical timed it right, and might have played up his wildness to fake Mr. Kross and is now has the upper hand. cﾘnical is just kicking him in the chest and the head.

Phoenix: cﾘnical picks up Mr. Kross and starts to unload with vicious European uppercuts. cﾘnical is keeping Mr. Kross close, not allowing him to get distance as he continues with his barrage of European uppercuts. He hits Mr. Kross with a vicious right hand that sends him into the corner. cﾘnical grabs Mr. Kross by the face and is yelling at him! But Mr. Kross is showing no anger!

Michaels: Damion Kross, even in times of high stress, always maintains his composure. It can be an infuriating trait to many of us, but it is a trait I admire from him. Though I doubt cﾘnical shares my admiration of this trait. I think he wants to see some fear or stress in Damion Kross’ face.

Phoenix: cﾘnical starts to throw vicious elbow shots to the face of our CEO, then knocks him to a seated position in the corner with an opened hand uppercut.

cﾘnical starts to scrap his boot on the face of Kross a number of times. He walks back a few steps and charges toward Kross, hitting him with a knee to the face. Kross rolls to the outside, knocked out for a loop, while cﾘnical follows closely behind. cﾘnical grabs Kross and lifts him up over his shoulder, as if he is going for a powerslam. cﾘnical points to the post and runs toward it, smashing Damion Kross’ head into the ring post. cﾘnical yells at the downed Damion, who is bleeding from his forehead profusely.

Phoenix: And cﾘnical has busted CEO Kross open, using the ring post to do the job! cﾘnical is in a warped mindset. He wants to beat his frustrations out of Mr. Kross.!

Michaels: And cﾘnical is a very dangerous man when he sniffs blood! Mr. Kross needs to find a way to get out of this predicament.

Phoenix: cﾘnical picks up Mr. Kross and hits him with a number of closed fists to his bleeding forehead! cﾘnical drags Mr. Kross and press slams him face first in to the ring apron! cﾘnical stands on Kross’ head and yells at him some more!

Michaels: cﾘnical has changed from being a raving wild man in the opening moments of this match to being raving lunatic that is not flying off the handle when he attacks. Damion has to find a way to get out of cﾘnical’s clutches! I fear that Damion might get hurt tonight!

Phoenix: cﾘnical picks up Kross and throws him into the ring. He slowly walks into the ring, allowing Mr. Kross to get to his feet. cﾘnical attempts a punch…and gets taken down with an enziguri, by Mr. Kross, stunning cﾘnical momentarily!

Michaels: Damion is getting up slowly after delivering the kick. I fear he may not have an opportunity to capitalize! Unless he can fight from distance until he can get his wits about him, he could lose the advantage.

Phoenix: cﾘnical gets up, only for Damion Kross to hit him with a facebreaker knee smash! Mr. Kross goes for a Roundhouse kick to cﾘnical’s head…and cﾘnical dodges the kick and catches his leg! Release Regal Plex by cﾘnical! He folded Damion Kross like an accordion!

Michaels: cﾘnical somehow timed it perfectly! That was not a rushed attack by Damion, cﾘnical was just able to telegraph it!

Phoenix: cﾘnical goes toward Mr. Kross and locks on the Camel Clutch! He is really wrenching the hold in…and cﾘnical is biting the forehead of Damion Kross!

Michaels: The referee is telling cﾘnical to stop, but he is ignoring him. The referee attempts to pull cﾘnical off of Damion, but cﾘnical has a vice grip!

Phoenix: cﾘnical finally lets go of the hold and stands menacingly above Damion Kross. And Damion Kross is starting to get up, grabbing cﾘnical’s gear to get up! He is looking him in the eye, showing no quit or fear!

Michaels: cﾘnical looks incensed at this! After all the damage he has done, Damion is still getting up and pushing forward!

Phoenix: cﾘnical with a number of hammer blows to the back of the neck of Mr. Kross. He picks him up and throws him into the corner. He starts to light Mr. Kross up with a multitude of elbow shots to the face. cﾘnical backs up a few steps…and blasts Mr. Kross in the face with a hard palm strike.

Michaels: cﾘnical picks up the Boss up and places him in the corner again. This seems to be more than just Pyromania vs Insanity, Phoenix. This seems to be cﾘnical attempting to show Damion Kross that he is the g()d of LPW!

Phoenix: cﾘnical with a well-placed fist to the forehead of Mr. Kross, continuing to keep that wound open. He points to his knee and walks a few steps away.

Michaels: This doesn’t bode well for Damion!

cﾘnical charges the corner, but Damion Kross throws him into the corner at the last second. cﾘnical crashes chest first into the corner and staggers out. As cﾘnical staggers out, Kross grabs him and dumps him with a release Tiger Suplex.

Phoenix: Great act of desperation by Mr. Kross! He got out of the way of cﾘnical’s attack and then planted him with a release Tiger Suplex!

Michaels: That counter is all well and good, Phoenix, but Kross is on the ground, slowly getting up. Because of the beating he has taken, he can’t truly capitalize on the momentum shift. cﾘnical is already starting to stir!

Phoenix: Both men get up now. cﾘnical holds his neck and is incensed that Kross will not be put down! cﾘnical attacks with a right, but Kross blocks it and kicks cﾘnical in the stomach. He grabs his head! He could be going for the Money Maker! Kross is in the air!

Michaels: And he is down! cﾘnical countered the Money Maker with an Emerald Flowsion! And the referee is down from Mr. Kross’ foot hitting him! Kross is down and out! cﾘnical is going to the outside and goes underneath the ring! What is he looking for?

Phoenix: Whatever it is, it will be all legal with the referee down and out. cﾘnical is slowly making his way from underneath the ring. The crowd is reacting to the weapon in cﾘnical’s possession. What is it? Oh god…

Michaels: He’s bringing a sledgehammer into play! As much as I despise Insanity, I don’t want anything to happen to Damion. cﾘnical looks to want to end things once and for all!

Phoenix: cﾘnical is slowly dragging the weapon into the ring. He sees Mr. Kross slowly getting up. He notices the referee is stirring. Mr. Kross is up, and cﾘnical takes a mighty swing…and misses! Mr. Kross got out of the way! cﾘnical turns around, only for Mr. Kross to kick him in the arm he has the sledgehammer in. Kross with a flurry of kicks to the body of cynical!

Michaels: He has a chance to make a comeback!

Phoenix: Mr. Kross goes for broke with a Roundhouse kick! And he misses! cﾘnical picks him up! And he plants him with  the cﾘnaburst onto the sledgehammer!

Michaels: He planted him on to that sledgehammer. Damion is out, barely moving!

Phoenix: cﾘnical goes for the cover! One…Two…Three! This one is over!

PA Speaker: The winner of the match, for the glory of Pyromania! The big purple bossman himself, CYNICAL!

cﾘnical (4.07 APS + 3.4 Vote = 7.47 Total)
Damion Kross (0.00 APS + 0.3 Vote = 0.30 Total)

Phoenix: cﾘnical has done picked up the victory and has given Pyromania the lead in the Brand War!

Michaels: It appears cﾘnical isn’t done though. He is continuing to pummel Damion Kross in the head with punches! I see a gash is starting to spurt blood from Damion’s eyebrow! Someone needs to stop this!

Phoenix: The referee tries to grab at cﾘnical, but cﾘnical elbows the ref. He turns around and Mr. Kross is trying to get up, clawing at cﾘnical’s ring gear! He continues to peer in the eyes of cﾘnical!

Michaels: cﾘnical with a punch to the mouth that staggers Damion! And Damion slowly starts to stir and attempts to pick himself, using cﾘnical’s trunks again! Someone stops this please, before cﾘnical does worse! Is cﾘnical looking at the sledgehammer, Phoenix?

Phoenix: It appears he is and he has an evil grin on his face. He pushes Mr. Kross off and walks slowly to the sledgehammer. cﾘnical has it up! Mr. Kross is on his feet, staggering around!

Michaels: Stay down, Damion!

Phoenix: Mr. Kross turns around and gets clocked in the head by cﾘnical! LPW CEO Damion Kross is knocked out cold! And cﾘnical appears to not be done yet! He wants to cave in his skull! Call security someone!

cﾘnical walks around the ring, waiting for Damion to show some life. He sees the LPW CEO slowly starting to stir and has the sledgehammer ready to swing when he notices a woman in the crowd and pauses. The woman climbs over the guard rail and enters the ring, standing between cﾘnical and Kross. cﾘnical’s has a look of horror on his face, as the woman is not some random fan, but is his Jen.

Phoenix: What is going on? Who is that…is that…Jen?

Michaels: I can’t believe what I am seeing…and neither can cﾘnical. He has a look of horror and disbelief!

Phoenix: cﾘnical is frozen solid in the ring as EMT’s have slid in and rushed to the aid of Mr. Kross. cﾘnical looks to be out of it…he’s fallen to his knees, dropping the sledgehammer next to him!

Michaels: While we can talk about Pyromania taking the lead, it seems trivial next to what has just happened here!

[INDENT][/INDENT]

In a conference room backstage, all the members of Insanity's Main Event Team are sitting around the table. Little Red and Krimson Mask sit in the far corner of the room, while Azreal takes the seat farthest from the group, both completely ignoring the rest of the team. Nigel Vanderbilt chats quietly with Big B. Brown while UltraMarcus simply waits. Before too long, Master Chief enters the room, and everyone but Krimson Mask turns to face him.

Master Chief: Gentlemen. You are Insanity's finest soldiers, and you are walking into our greatest battle. Six men stand against you, and looking at the talent we have assembled here, I know that we will prevail. I know you are divided by revenge and petty squabbles, but now is the time to put that aside. You have to work together to-

Azreal: No.

Master Chief pauses, startled that he was interrupted.

Master Chief: What?

Azreal: No, it's not the time to put that aside. We don't have to work together. I'm going to win the match for us, and if any of you get in my way, I'll rip your hearts out.

Nigel: Big words from a sore loser.

Azreal: Something you'd know well. Listen Chief, you give good speeches, but I'm not interested. You shunned me when I tried to fight for Insanity and now you've fired my goddamned tag partner. Fuck Insanity, fuck my teammates, and fuck you. I'm in this for me.

Azreal storms out of the room, leaving Chief speechless for a moment. Before he can recover, Little Red skips up to him.

Little Red: Krimmy remembers what happened last Altered Reality, and he knows you do too. Krimmy doesn't need a speech to win, he just does it. Bye!

Little Red skips out the open door, with Krimson Mask following close behind.

Master Chief: Well... Huh. So you three don't have major statements to make?

Nigel: I'll make mine once the bell rings, I don't need a walk-out.

Master Chief: I'm not sure if that's encouraging.

Nigel: Well, that's your problem.

Marcus: I'm the captain of miscreants and egomaniacs. If you can inspire even a little bit of teamwork, it's worth listening to.

Master Chief: Oh, good. Big B.?

Brown: I'm a team player. I want to win, and the best way to do that is to work together.

Master Chief: I had a speech prepared for you gentlemen, but it looks like you're pretty fired up already. Just know that Insanity is counting on you, and I'm sure you'll deliver.

Phoenix: If that was an indication of anything, this next one is gonna get wild as we’ve got Team Insanity taking on Team Pyromania, but this time the heavy hitters will tangle! And not only is brand pride on the line, the surviving members receive a World Heavyweight Championship match!

Lillehammer: Correction: INTERNATIONAL Heavyweight Championship match. Also, you seem to be forgetting two things.

Phoenix: And they are?

Lillehammer: One, Eddie B. is in this match as well, two, that doesn’t matter because Team Pyromania will win tonight, and put the nail in the coffin of your inferior brand once and for all!

Phoenix: I still can’t believe Eddie asked for this match... either his ego is just that large or…

Lillehammer: Something’s not right in the boy’s head.

Phoenix: What I was going to say was “Or he truly believes he’s that far ahead of his competition.” And from what I have seen on your little novelty act of a show, he’s been on one hell of a roll.

Lillehammer: Doesn’t make my statement any less true.


Announcer: The following contest is a TRIPLE THREAT ELIMINATION BRAND WARFARE TAG TEAM MATCH, and for this contest, FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE! Introducing first, Team Pyromania!! FIRST, from Green Bay, Wisconsin, weighing 235 pounds, he is competing in his last match… KEN RYANS!!!

“The One” by Rob Zombie plays to a VERY positive reaction as Ryans makes his way down. He looks around the crowd as some Ryans-friendly signs are out. He takes a deep breath and proceeds down for his final contest.

Lillehammer: The man who should be captain! I can’t believe his final battle will be under such disrespectful terms…

Announcer: From Wodonga, Australia  weighing 290 pounds… STYXX!!![/i]

“Turns to Ashes” by 36 Crazyfists starts to a mixed reaction as Styxx, making no bones about it, quickly makes his way to the ring.  He offers a respectful nod to Ryans before retreating to Team Pyro’s corner. Then “The Pride” by Five Finger Death Punch hits as Seth Omega enters next, a skull bandanna covering the bottom half of his face.

Announcer: From Nashville, Tennessee, weighing 285 pounds…SETH OMEGA!!![/i]

“Hallowed Be Thy Name” by Iron Maiden hits as the leather trenchcoat wearing Eric Scorpio, enters. His ice cold blue eyes give off no hint, he stares a hole into the fans as they mercilessly boo. Scorpio proceeds to the ring, Omega offering a sarcastic clap of favoritism as Scorpio rolls into the ring and mounts the second rope, methodically surveying the fans.

Announcer: From Sudbury, Ontario, Canada weighing 255 pounds, ERIC SCORPIO!!![/i]

Phoenix: Team Pyromania looks a bit wound up… I’m sure Team Insanity will beat that out of them no problem.

Lillehammer: POPPYCOCK!

“God’s Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash hits as White Falcon emerges to a warm reception. He eyes his team confidently before proceeding down.

Announcer: And the Captain of Team Pyromania, from Rome, Italy, weighing 228 pounds… WHITE FALCON!!!

Phoenix: You don’t have to believe me, I mean your damn team captain didn’t even earn it!

Lillehammer: Neither did yours, and you idiots had someone begging to be captain and you demoted him! Your lack of leadership will cost you!

Announcer: And their opponents! Introducing the soon-to-be-victorious Team Insanity! First, from Harlem, New York weighing 300 pounds, BIG B. BROWN!!!

“Dr. Feelgood” by Motley Crue hits to cheers as Brown makes his way out. Brown bounces in place to loosen up. He smiles and yells out, clearly amped before making his way down.

Phoenix: Even our Announcer, Mike has brand pride! What about your announcer, P.A.?

Lillehammer: He’s a bit… “inebriated.” I take no claim of him…

“Dawn of Battle” by Manowar hits to boos as Nigel Vanderbilt comes out, talking trash about anyone he can think of. He shoots obscene comments to the fans and then to his teammates before saying to Team Pyromania “YOU FUCKERS ARE GOING DOWN, AT THE HANDS OF NIGEL FUCKING VANDERBILT! SUCK IT, YOU COCKSUCKERS!”

Announcer: from Boston, Massachusetts weighing 245 pounds, NIGEL VANDERBILT!!![/i]

Lillehammer: Clearly class isn’t something worthwhile on your trash-heap of a brand.

Phoenix: We don’t do things by the book, but as you will see, we will damn sure get it done. We have to. We lose this match, we lose the war irregardless of the Martinez Cup match! We're going to win, dammit.

Lillehammer: Dream on.

The arena blacks out and then becomes bathed in a eerie red as “The Crimson” by Atreyu starts to play. Krimson Mask enters slowly and while we can’t read his face, obviously, his body nature is that of despondence.

Phoenix: AND ONE OF OUR HEAVY HITTERS! Let’s not forget what he did at Altered Reality 5, when he caused the elimination of your brand’s entire punkass!

Lillehammer: He doesn’t look like himself… where’s that insufferable harlot that follows him around?

Announcer: From a Land Far, Far Away weighing 316 pounds KRIMSON MASK!!![/i]

Mask’s head moves around, clearly bothered by the lack of Little Red’s maniacal laughter and skipping that usually accompanies LPW’s personification of Death. He gets onto the apron and his hand clenches the ropes as his head is in the direction of Team Pyromania. Then “Requiem for a Dream” by Clint Mansell hits as Azreal enters, tag title over shoulder and demeanor all business. Upon getting to the ring, he steps over the top rope and offers last-minute encouragement to his team, to which Nigel pays little mind.

Announcer: From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania by way of Athens, Greece weighing 345 pounds, he is one-half of the LPW UNDISPUTED WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, AZREAL!!!

Phoenix: And the man leading the charge of our war!

Lillehammer: Yet he’s not the captain of the team that’s about to lose… fools. A damn Canadian in leadership? I weep for your kind. WEEP!

Announcer: And now the captain of team Insanity, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada weighing 210 pounds, he is the LPW UNITED STATES CHAMPION, ULTRAMARCUS!!!

“Viking Death March” by Billy Talent hits as Ultramarcus is spotlighted in the rafters. With the U.S. title on his waist he ziplines down. As he lands safely, a clear look of disengagement and general apathy is all over his face. He hands his championship to the time keeper and demands that Big B. start the match, Brown, not caring either way, steps into the ring as Azreal asks Marcus “What’s with you man, your head’s in the game, right?”. Marcus doesn’t reply.

Lillehammer: Your leader doesn’t look happy to be here.

Phoenix: He’s very competitive and he feels he should be in the Martinez Cup match. I expect he will use this to motivate him tonight.

Lillehammer: I doubt it.

Phoenix: Shut the fuck up.


“Sun Music” by Charles Hamilton hits to a rabid reaction, mostly negative yet surprisingly positive in some pockets as our view changes to an entering wrestler’s point of view. Eddie B. saunters into our viewpoint, “Hard Hits and Head Kicks” emblazoned across the back of his EB4 t-shirt. As the view changes to his side, we see Eddie, Owner’s Cup in tow, staring at what awaits him with eyes slanted and locked in. He proceeds down with purpose.

Announcer: And from Minneapolis-St. Paul, Minnesota weighing 260 pounds, making up the entire team of “Anti-LPW”, the 2012 LPW Owner's Cup winner, EDDIE B!!!

Lillehammer: And here’s the guy who has made the biggest mistake of his life.

Phoenix: At least we can safely agree that Eddie’s got no shot in this one. If I were the two teams I’d jump his ass right now and get him out of the equation.

Eddie rolls into the ring and eyes Big B. Brown, who shows no signs of intimidation. The bell rings as Eddie throws the bird up to team Insanity and Pyromania.

Phoenix: I guess Eddie wants to start off... it would probably be smarter for him to be in this match as little as possible, pick his spots and such.

Lillehammer: He's too much of a competitor.

Phoenix: Collar-and-elbow tie-up now, Eddie's no small man but Brown looks to have the advantage... Brown just muscles him out of the ring and YES, TEAM INSANITY SWARMS HIM ON THE OUTSIDE!

Azreal, Nigel and Mask begin to stomp and strike away at Eddie, as if they are lumberjacks. Marcus just glances over before looking at Brown, who makes his way outside to join in. Azreal sees Marcus standing on the apron and yells “GET IN ON THIS! YOU SAID ED WAS THE MOST DANGEROUS GUY HERE!” Meanwhile, all of team Pyromania joins in on the mosh pit that is this ass-whooping.

Lillehammer: This is legitimately a 10-on-1 affair, well 9-on-1!! Eddie won't last long in this one!

Phoenix: Team Pyro is getting their shots in and Scorpio has Eddie and just rams him face first into the ring post! Omega follows up with a hard elbow smash! Azreal and Mask each take an arm and MY GOD DID YOU SEE THOSE STEPS FLY AFTER EDDIE WAS RAGDOLLED INTO THEM?!

Lillehammer: Eddie's tossed back into the ring now and Brown is in, but it looks like the early plan is to eliminate the angry primadonna!

Phoenix: Good riddance to him. Brown has Eddie cornered now and he squashes him with a corner clothesline! Eddie hasn't gotten out of the blocks and he's whipped into the corner of team Pyromania! Pyromania is back at work on Eddie, getting their shots in and the ref is having difficulty keeping order as Ken Ryans is tagged in.

Lillehammer: Put him on ice, Ken! If you're going to go out, go out with a bang!

Ryans takes Eddie away from the corner and flattens him with a snap suplex. Ryans bounces off the ropes and drops a hard forearm across the face of Eddie and covers, only getting two. Ryans keeps up the pressure, wrenching a chinlock on Eddie, who clearly looks a bit flustered by the early onslaught of his opponents. Eddie starts to fight to his feet, delivering some elbows to the gut before pushing Ryans off to the ropes. Ryans ducks a clothesline and drops Eddie on the rebound with a flying forearm. Ryans signals for the end.

Lillehammer: This is going to be a whimper of a ending to Eddie's little defiance trip! FOR AMERICA, RYANS!

Phoenix: Ryans has Eddie hooked and Eddie spins out of the Deathrow DDT before forcing Ryans out of the ring! Eddie's out after him but Team Pyromania cuts him off at the pass, they won't let him press the advantage!

Lillehammer: I love this strategy, this is how you protect your leader in his swan song!

Phoenix: You do know that Falcon is the captain, right?

Lillehammer: Does it look like I care?

Phoenix: Eddie's trying to get around him, despite having been smacked around so far he's not backing down but Team Insanity is sneaking back around Azreal has Eddie and just rams him face first into the apron! Eddie trying to gain his bearings and Mask absolutely crushes him with an uppercut! Ryans is back up and he demands that he have Eddie to himself.

Lillehammer: Ryans rolls Eddie back into the ring and I am loving what I'm seeing here, these two brands may hate each other but frankly they do love LPW and if Eddie can't fall in line, he should be ridiculed, discharged and disposed of!

Phoenix: Ryans measures Eddie, who gets to his feet and Ryans cuts him in half with a Spear! Ryans covers but Eddie powers out just after two. Ryans remains undeterred, looking to press the advantage but Eddie shoves him away! Ryans charges and is floored by a elbow strike!

Lillehammer: Get up, Ken! Don't let Eddie start to build momentum!

Phoenix: Ryans is getting to his feet and Eddie bulrushes him into the corner with a shoulder thrust and Eddie's following it up with repeated instances! Eddie has Ryans about the waist and sends him flying with a Belly-to-Belly throw.

Eddie sits up with a grimace, eying his tormentors as he's showing the effects of the multi-man assault he's faced thus far. Eddie gets up, runs to Team Insanity's corner and blasts Azreal in the face, which drops Az to a knee and is termed by the referee as a tag. Eddie then leaves the ring as Nigel and Brown challenge Eddie to return to their corner as Azreal shakes off the punch and enters the ring.

Phoenix: The coward decides he's had enough and now, the Hellhound gets his turn.

Lillehammer: I don't agree with Eddie's stance but considering he's been targeted by everyone, it's smart of him to get out of there if he wants to have any hope of a good showing.

Phoenix: You flip-flopping bastard.

Lillehammer: Just because I know a smart move when I see it doesn't make me a turncoat you scalawag!

Azreal motions for Ryans to bring it on as Eddie stands near the crowd, as far away from the tag as possible. Ryans brings the fight to Azreal, firing off lefts and rights to the big man. Azreal stops the momentum with a knee to the gut and drops Ryans with a backbreaker.

Phoenix: Azreal may be a little worse for wear, like Team Insanity as a whole but look at him go! He's not slowing up whatsoever!

Lillehammer: What the blazes is Pyromania doing?!?!? Get in there, help your teammate!

Phoenix: Azreal has Ryans up above his head, and Falcon flies in out of nowhere with a chop block and Ryans falls on Azreal for a pin! NO! ONE! TW-AZ KICKS OUT!!

Lillehammer: That looks to have drawn the ire of Team Insanity and now each side is having words

Each team, sans Marcus, Mask and Scorpio begin to have words as they jump off the apron and near each other. Eddie strategically moves in order to stay out of the budding confrontation as he recuperates from the early assaults. Azreal goes to tag in Marcus but Marcus pays Azreal little mind. Azreal's face begins to twist into rage before Ryans dropkicks Azreal out of the ring. Meanwhile, Nigel, Big B., Omega, Falcon and Styxx have all come to blows as Eddie stalks around to the other side of the ring, eying Azreal and Ryans. The ref tries to separate Team Insanity and Pyromania, eventually getting them to their respective sides of the ring.

Phoenix: This official deserves overtime for this one, meanwhile Ryans has Azreal at a disadvantage, and let's not forget that falls count anywhere!

Lillehammer: Vanderbilt is still spouting off like a crazed madman towards the calm and collected Scorpio and the ref is trying to keep Nigel on the apron. REF, WATCH OUT FOR EDDIE!

With the ref's attention elsewhere and Ryans focused on Azreal, Eddie clubs Ryans across the head, snatches him into his arms and delivers a Fallaway Slam, tossing Ryans into the fan barrier! Ryans lays in a crumpled heap as Falcon rushes over to engage Eddie. As those two brawl it out, Azreal gets to his feet and sees that Ryans is in a bad way. Azreal directs traffic, placing Nigel and Brown on one side of him, and Mask on the other side. Azreal grabs Ryans to his feet.

Phoenix: Azreal has Ryans up!  Team Pyro is cut off at the pass with Nigel, Brown and Mask serving as roadblocks!

Lillehammer: SOMEONE STOP THIS INJUSTICE!!

Styxx tries to go through the ring to get to the commotion but Marcus stops him with an apron Enziguri.

Phoenix: AZREAL HITS THE WRATH OF THE GODS ON THE OUTSIDE! COVER!

Lillehammer: KICK OUT KEN!

Phoenix: ONE! TWO! THREE! AZREAL FIRES THE FIRST SHOT!

Announcer: KEN RYANS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Falcon is livid as Azreal, Brown and Nigel bask in a job well done. Eddie remains on a knee, near the announce table, a smirk on his face.

Lillehammer: I... I-... ...

Phoenix: Sorry, bro.

Lillehammer: This is not how he deserved to go out.

Phoenix: Are those tears?

Lillehammer: THE MAN IS LIKE MY OWN SON AND THIS IS HOW HE'S TREATED?!?!?

Phoenix: This episode notwithstanding, Ryans was one of the fiercest competitors that we have ever seen in LPW and on behalf of us all, Ryans... we will miss you, soldier. Thank you for your masterful service.

Lillehammer quiets down as Ken comes to with assistance from Styxx and Falcon. As Ryans stands he looks to Falcon and mouths “I'm sorry” as the crowd offers a respectful applause. Soon after, the fans offer one last serenade to the Soldier of Misfortune.

Crowd: THANK YOU RY-ANS! *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap* THANK YOU RY-ANS!*clap, clap, clap-clap-clap* THANK YOU RY-ANS!*clap, clap, clap-clap-clap*

Falcon, Brown and Styxx join in on the applause as Azreal merely offers a nod. Eddie stares at what is left in the match. Styxx then rolls into the ring and demands Azreal face him. Ryans looks around to the crowd and to then ring, visibly emotional. He offers one final salute before trudging to the back.

Phoenix: Now we've got to get back to business and Styxx is looking to avenge his fallen comrade.

Lillehammer: … I need a moment.

Phoenix: Understood. Styxx and Azreal having words now and Eddie has officially taken his place in a neutral corner. Styxx clearly isn't happy about what Azreal did... and the two bulls lock up, Azreal showing that power advantage but Styxx shifts his weight and scores a Fireman's Carry throw! Styxx shifts into the mount and Styxx is fired up!

Lillehammer: …

Phoenix: Azreal bucks off Styxx and charges the Aussie and Styxx catches him with a spinning side slam backbreaker! Styxx covers but only gets just under two!

Styxx applies a wrenching neck vice as Brown tries to motivate Az to power out. Team Pyromania studies the current confrontation as Eddie kneels down to get a closer look.

Lillehammer: …

Phoenix: I know you're upset but I could use some help in calling this match, I need someone to support Pyromania, adversarial banter, you know?

Lillehammer: … Fine. I hope Azreal is gravely injured. Eddie as well given he started Ryans' downfall.

Phoenix: You know, Eddie may be a mutual opponent but he is technically Pyromania...

Lillehammer: A Benedict Arnold turncoat? Even worse!

Phoenix: Azreal is working to his feet now and trying to power out. Azreal delivering elbows to the gut, Irish whip now!

Lillehammer: Blind tag from Scorpio!

Phoenix: Azreal didn't see it and Scorpio flattens him on the rebound with an STK!

Lillehammer: Scorpio's not wasting any time here, stomping away! I cannot believe I'm saying this to a Canuck but GO SCORPIO, BEAT HIM LIKE THE MANGY MONGREL HE IS! FOR AN AMERICAN HERO!

Phoenix: … That's a bit strong for you, good to see your balls dropped...

Lillehammer: You shut the hell up before I slam you through this damned table with The Final Word! Call the match and cheer for your soon-to-be-failures!!!

Phoenix: Well damn, Robert! There's the animosity! Azreal is back to his feet and Scorpio is all over him! He rams him face first into the turnbuckle and squashes him with a Stinger Splash! Marcus needs to get his guys back in line!

Scorpio drags Azreal to his corner and tags in Seth Omega, who wastes no time in absolutely CRUSHING Azreal with an elbow smash. Omega follows up with an Head-and-Arm overhead suplex. Azreal decided he's had enough for now and reaches to tag Marcus, who doesn't extend his hand to meet his partner's. Azreal yells at Marcus, who reluctantly tags in. Omega grins and motions for Insanity's captain to bring it on.

Lillehammer: Marcus doesn't look too happy to be there and you know what, I wouldn't be either, especially given that he is utterly inferior to the opposition!

Phoenix: Marcus isn't looking to engage and Omega is wondering what's the problem. Hell, I'm wondering it too!

Lillehammer: I have a few theories...

Phoenix: Omega tries to corner Marcus, who looks to evade. Omega's temper is starting to get the best of him here... Omega charges and Marcus evades.

Eddie jumps off the apron and runs around to where Marcus is. He swipes at his feet, which is enough of an distraction for Omega to attack. Eddie returns to his corner as Omega presses the advantage on Marcus.

Lillehammer: Don't you try to endear yourself to us now, Edward! You made your bed and Team Pyro will make you lie in it!

Phoenix: Omega's laying into Marcus with some heavy shots! Snapmare takeover by Omega and he follows with a BRUTAL Spinal Tap! Now Falcon is tagged in!

Lillehammer: Watch a true captain at work!

Marcus gets to his feet and is immediately doubled over with a back kick. Falcon kneels down and delivers a short throat thrust. Falcon then follows with his patented Scoop Slam followed by a Praying Kneedrop combination. Marcus scrambles away and slaps Mask across the chest as Nigel asks angrily “What the fuck was that shitty ass performance?” Azreal stares a hole into Marcus, who glances back and then to the ring as Mask enters. Falcon sighs heavily but doesn't back down as Mask stalks near.

Lillehammer: This may not be good.

Phoenix: This will be glorious! One of the great Altered Reality tag match performers is in the ring now!

Lillehammer: Falcon shows no fear! He attacks the legs to try and take down the vertical base and staggers Krimson with a jumping forearm! Falcon off the ropes again and ARGH!

Phoenix: Falcon is stopped dead in his tracks by a big-time uppercut! Falcon has no idea where he is. AND OUT OF NOWHERE MASK JUST BIG BOOTS EDDIE OFF THE APRON! HE WENT FLYING FROM A TASTE OF HIS OWN MEDICINE!

Lillehammer: Styxx enters the ring and Mask tosses him up and back down with a flapjack! Omega and Scorpio think better of charging in but Mask seems ready to be dominant and this doesn't bode well for us!

Phoenix: Team Insanity has to be loving this!

Eddie tries to shake the cobwebs loose as Mask begins to dominate Falcon in the form of forearm clubs and body blows. Krimson then delivers a measured back elbow that sends Falcon crumbling in a heap. Mask snatches Falcon to his feet and lifts for Snake Eyes. Falcon is able to wriggle free and deliver a chop block. With Mask on a knee, Falcon bounces off the ropes and delivers a Snap Reverse STO to Mask. Instead of going for the pin, Falcon goes to the corner, jumps to the middle then the top rope and hits a picture-perfect Moonsault, also known as “The Swoop”. Falcon gets back up and delivers another Swoop.  Falcon pops right back up and delivers a THIRD Swoop. Falcon grimaces after the last one and goes for the pin, Mask authoritatively kicking out right after two.

Lillehammer: That's how Pyromania takes care of business! They've got him on the ropes now!

Phoenix: Falcon tags in Styxx now, who chokes a grounded Mask on the middle rope, and Team Insanity is looking a bit worried as Eddie has just now returned to the apron!

Lillehammer: I like the look in Scorpio's eye here!

Phoenix: Styxx being admonished by the official and DAMN YOU ERIC! A damn kneelift from the self-proclaimed Hallowed one sends Mask backward!

Lillehammer: And Styxx is on the second rope now, he's got him measured and lands a diving legdrop! Cover! One! Two! DRAT, MASK POWERED OUT!

Styxx takes Mask to his feet and tries for the Bleeding Cross but Krimmy powers out. Styxx fires a wild clothesline but Mask ducks it and hits a “Merry-Go-Round” slam. Mask gets to his feet and Nigel tags himself in as Mask stands, somewhat incredulous, I guess since he's hard to read. Nigel immediately kicks Styxx out of the ring as he follows him. Nigel rams Styxx facefirst into the ring post as the ref trails, prepared to count a pin or signal a submission. Nigel goes to whip Styxx into the fan barrier but Styxx reverses it into a kitchcen sink-type of knee. Styxx then delivers a Russian Legsweep into the fan barrier, both men feeling the effects.

Phoenix: Nigel's new vicious streak may have cost him there, as Styxx rolls him back into the ring. Styxx prepares to enter but Azreal is yelling, having words with him, this distraction could prove valuable!

Lillehammer: Don't take your eye off the ball, Styxx!

Phoenix: Nigel takes advantage, hanging him across the top rope, throat-first!

Lillehammer: Nigel has the kneeling Styxx about the neck, what is he going for here? Unhand your better, you foul-mouthed miscreant!

Phoenix: Nigel's pulling him through the ropes and SPIKES HIM WITH A ROPE-HUNG DDT!

Lillehammer: Styxx needs to tag out, posthaste!

Styxx is clearly dazed as Nigel laughs arrogantly, surveying his handiwork. Nigel goes to tag Marcus but he dismisses him. Nigel merely says “Well fuck you too then, bitch!” and tags in Big B., offering encouragement as the New Yorker enters.

Phoenix: Man, what is with Marcus tonight?!

Lillehammer: Looks like Azreal is wondering the same thing.

Marcus and Az have words as Big B takes Styxx to his feet. Styxx, ever the fighter tries to escape Brown's clutches but Brown stops him with a knee to the gut.

Phoenix: Brown with the Irish Whip but Styxx ducks the clothesline and delivers a flying clothesline of his own!

Lillehammer: Way to come back!

Phoenix: Styxx demands that Eddie move out of the way and Eddie throws his hands up in feigned innocence! Styxx runs towards the ropes!

Lillehammer: But Eddie BURIES a rope-assisted 'Outside Looking' to the back of the head and Styxx is doubled over! Falcon is beyond enraged! The ref needs to do his job!

Phoenix: Big B's got him in his clutches, here's a chance, now to lower the boom!

Lillehammer: Falcon tries to get in there to stop it but WHAT THE HELL! EDDIE INTERCEPTED HIM!

Phoenix: BIG B. BROWN BOMB WITH AUTHORITY!! BROWN HOLDS THE PIN! ONE! TWO! THREE! PYROMANIA'S IS DOWN TO THREE MEN, HA-HA!!!

Announcer: STYXX HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Lillehammer: Has Eddie turned? Is he working for Insanity now because he's screwed over Pyromania twice now!

Phoenix: Well, considering that his problem has always been with your brand... It doesn't matter because Azreal and Big B. Brown, not Eddie B., are the guys dropping the hammer when it's time! We're on fire, baby!

Azreal and Nigel applaud Brown's elimination as Scorpio merely shakes his head. Omega mouth obscenities as Falcon is frothing at the mouth towards Eddie as Eddie smirks towards Pyro's team captain. Mask remains stoic as Marcus shakes his head.

Lillehammer: I wish you literally were.

Styxx rolls out of the ring, angry and a bit disoriented as Falcon steps into the ring and demands that Eddie be tagged in. Eddie shrugs and puts his hand out as Brown tags him in.

Phoenix: These two haven't liked each other, ever. And given Eddie's actions throughout this match, I think Falcon wants to skin him alive.

Lillehammer: Yes, but Falcon historically has not fared well against Eddie, will tonight be more of the same?

Eddie and Falcon meet in center ring and begin talking trash. Eddie says something about a “bounty” and Falcon replies with something along the lines of “Sometimes you've gotta do it yourself”. A few seconds later, they each begin firing fists, the stronger Eddie eventually getting the better of it.

Phoenix: And the rivals are at each other's throats! Eddie's pushing the advantage now and floors Falcon with a running Bionic Elbow strike! Falcon's right back up Eddie drops him right back down again! Eddie has him, Irish Whip and Falcon sidesteps the Lariat and delivers a sharp kick to the ribs that drops Eddie to a knee! That one might have hurt him!

Lillehammer: I hope it broke something!

Phoenix: Falcon off the ropes now and Eddie tosses him into the air and catches him on the way down with a Falling Powerslam! What a show of power! Eddie covers! ONE! TWO! Falcon kicks out!

Lillehammer: Look! Eddie's favoring the rib!

Phoenix: Falcon just got powerslamed from about ten damn feet, you have bigger things to worry about!

Eddie brings Falcon to his feet and delivers a hard throat thrust uppercut, knocking Falcon backward towards Team Pyro's corner. Eddie then corners Falcon and delivers a hard body blow. Eddie steps back and charges for a Corner Lowered Expectations, but Falcon rolls out of the way. As Eddie tries to get his leg from the ropes, Scorpio and Omega knock the shit out of him with stereo haymakers than send Eddie onto his back. Falcon gets to his feet as Eddie gets to a knee. Falcon goes in for the kill, nailing a Superkick.

Phoenix: Eddie's taking some hard shots tonight and that Superkick was no different!

Lillehammer: Falcon's got the advantage now, but Eddie won't stay down!

Phoenix: Eddie's up and Falcon flattens him with a BK Bomb!

Lillehammer: Now's your chance, Celio! End this charade of a mutiny!

Falcon stalks Eddie, his fingers twitching with excitement but before he can advance towards EB, Marcus inexplicably tags himself in. Falcon is incredulous as Azreal nods, thinking that Marcus is finally ready to play ball as he knows he can.

Phoenix: Now he's ready for it!

Lillehammer: Marcus hits that flip piledriver of his, it's curtains for Eddie.

Phoenix: You mean the Canadian Destr-

Lillehammer: DON'T YOU DARE!

Phoenix: Eddie staggers around to face Marcus, there's the kick to the gut and... he just slams him backfirst onto the mat by his head... what the hell?

Lillehammer: That was a prime opportunity he blew just then...

Team Insanity, sans Mask are shocked. Azreal is clearly heard yelling “YOU HAD HIM, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? HIT THE DESTROYER, MAN!” Marcus offers arrogant kicks to the face of Eddie, instead of possibly hitting a big move.

Azreal: MARCUS, GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS! YOU'VE GOT HIM BEAT, HIT THE MOVE!

Phoenix: Marcus is taking Eddie to his feet now and a forearm to the face. He's got him on the shoulders, could be for the U-F-U!

Lillehammer: But he just dumps him into the turnbuckle... your captain just isn't in the mood to lead tonight is he?

Phoenix: I don't understand this... you'd think with the Owner's Cup that Marcus would be dying to extract revenge but he's just...

Lillehammer: Mailing it in? Ragnarok isn't off the man's mind yet.

Marcus looks to his corner while Eddie recovers. Azreal is flipping out, telling Marcus to pay attention to Eddie. Marcus defiantly screams “DON'T TELL ME HOW TO LEAD!”

Lillehammer: Dissension in the ranks, this is marvelous! And now Eddie's getting to his feet!

Phoenix: Marcus sees it and charges Eddie in the corner but Eddie evades as Marcus goes sternum-first into the turnbuckle! Eddie has his wrist from behind and he shuffles to the center ring... FALCON KILLER!

Lillehammer: MY REAGAN! He almost beheaded him!

Eddie rolls away, crawling towards Team Pyro as the recently-turned inside out Marcus barely moves. After a few seconds, Marcus is able to recover enough to try and crawl to Team Insanity, although his crawl is a bit more wobbly than Eddie. Eddie gets to team Pyro and all three of them jump off the ring apron, Falcon saying “You aren't a member of our team.” and Omega saying “Sucks to be you.” Scorpio eyes Eddie as if to say “I'll deal with you on my terms.” Eddie looks stunned for a split second before his eyes narrow, nostrils flare and he scratches his left cheek.

Eddie: FINE! I'LL KILL THIS BITCH MYSELF!

As Eddie pulls himself up and eyes Marcus in a predatory manner, Marcus meanwhile gets to his corner and reaches to tag Azreal but Azreal won't tag him. Azreal commands Brown, Mask and Nigel to get off the apron. Marcus rises up, absolutely flabbergasted.

Marcus: WHAT ARE YOU DOING, AZ! TAG ME!

Azreal: YOU'VE BEEN HALF-ASSING IT ALL NIGHT AND WE'RE BETTER OFF WITHOUT YOU IF THIS IS HOW YOU WANT TO PLAY IT! I DIDN'T PUT MY TIME AND EFFORT IN THIS WAR TO SEE YOU FUCK IT UP WITH YOUR PITIFUL DISPLAY OF UNDESERVED CAPTAINCY!

Nigel: AZREAL, THINK! FIVE GUYS GIVE US A BETTER CHANCE THAT FOUR, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!

Azreal: AND NO LEADER IS BETTER THAN A SHITTY ONE!

Marcus kicks the bottom rope in frustration as he demands Azreal tag him. All of team Insanity eyes their captain as neither budges. Eddie then pounces, clubbing down Marcus and stomping away at him before using a goozle to take Marcus to his feet.

Phoenix: What have I just seen?

Lillehammer: The opening Pyro needs! Eddie snaps off the Shinigami-Plex! Marcus landed high there!

Phoenix: He might be concussed but Eddie is on Marcus like a shark smelling blood in the water! Eddie snatches him to his feet and has Marcus on his shoulder, where's he going with him?

Lillehammer: He's coming this way!

In a shocking show of strength, Eddie hoists Marcus ala cYnical’s Negative Outlook  then rocket launches or lawn darts (one of the two) Marcus from the ring and Marcus lands HARD, chest first, across the announce table before crumpling to a heap as the crowd “OOOOOHS” at the impact! Scorpio cringes at the scene as Seth laughs at Marcus' misfortune and Falcon looks at Eddie, stunned. Marcus struggles to breathe as Eddie, after a brief instance of playing to the crowd, is out after him.

Lillehammer: That... just, wow... Jesus Christ!

Phoenix: Marcus' sternum may be shattered! Eddie's measuring Marcus again? This crowd is at a fever pitch after what they have just seen!!!

Lillehammer: He can't take too much more of this!

Phoenix: Marcus is pulling himself up with the table and Eddie's stalking him...MARCUS, GET OUT OF THE WAY!

Eddie jumps onto the apron, using it as a base to rebound off of as he twists around and absolutely whacks Marcus' melon with a Roundhouse Head Kick that sends the United States Champion falling like a ton of bricks.

Lillehammer:  SPRINGBOARD LOWERED EXPECATIONS!! SOUNDED LIKE A GUNSHOT! EDDIE COVERS! ONE! TWO! THREE! AMERICA BESTS CANADA AGAIN!

Announcer: ULTRAMARCUS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

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Eddie rolls away and stands up from the downed Marcus, leaning against the fan barrier as officials tend to Marcus. The match's official referee runs back to the ring to restore order as Nigel and Mask have decided to take it to Scorpio and Omega. The four men fight around the ring as this match is clear chaos. Order is eventually restored.

Lillehammer: I haven't seen Marcus be subject to such an instance of domination like that since he left Pyromania...

Phoenix: Why the fuck didn't his teammates help him? I mean we still have the advantage but...

Lillehammer: Are you hard of hearing? His team said they were better off without him!

Phoenix: They threw him to the dogs!

Lillehammer: No, they threw him to a dog. Just so happens he's probably the most formidable one in the yard.

As the rest of team Insanity returns to the apron, Eddie rolls back into the ring, eyes both teams and motions for someone to bring it on. Nigel takes the challenge, and immediately gets in Eddie's face, talking trash the whole time. Eddie looks to the crowd and smirks.

Lillehammer: Bad idea, Nigel!

Phoenix: Nigel's not backing down but Eddie drops him with an uppercut! Nigel's trying to scramble to his feet but Eddie won't let him breathe with vicious forearm drops to the back of Nigel's head!

Lillehammer: Nigel shoves Eddie away, who keeps coming but Nigel flattens him with a dropkick! Nigel's not wasting any time here, he's got Eddie and he's going for the Foreclosure of a Dream!

Phoenix: He goes to flip but Eddie braced himself, Nigel's in a bad way! Double Leg Slam! Eddie's measuring Nigel now and he's got him around the head before he buries a knee to Nigel's torso before whipping him to the mat with a Rolling Neckbreaker!

Lillehammer: Eddie's not even going for the pin, he's demanded that someone else be tagged in!

Nigel glares at Eddie, who tells him to bring someone else in. Nigel is reluctant, but Eddie smirks before tagging in Seth Omega right before Nigel can tag in Krimson Mask.

Phoenix: Omega circling Mask now, and Mask just as immovable as ever. Omega dives into action with a toe kick and he's following up with some hard forearms!

Lillehammer: I'm not sure how long Omega can keep the advantage with a striking affair with the Blood Beast but he's more than holding his own so far! Omega motions for Mask to bring it and OMEGA TAKES HIM OFF HIS FEET WITH OMEGA RISING! WHAT A CLOTHESLINE!

Phoenix: Omega covers but Mask kicks out right after two! Omega's trying to slap on the Dragon Clutch now, I've been told its a new signature move of his!

Lillehammer: Don't let the size and build fool you, he's quite sound technically!

Phoenix: Mask is too strong though and he bucks Omega off of him! Omega quick to try and regain the advantage, he's going for a Tiger Suplex but Mask backpedals him into the corner. Omega is undeterred and he's able to get a German Suplex in! Mask rolls out of the ring on the impact!

Omega looks to capitalize on Mask but before he can, Mask stops him with a body blow, following up with Snake Eyes across the fan barrier. Mask then grabs Omega around the throat and suddenly delivers Unhappily Ever After on the ringside floor, where Omega lands with a sick thud. The ref slides out to count the cover but before he can White Falcon breaks up the count. Azreal soon follows, demanding that Falcon be ordered back to his corner. Mask meanwhile rolls Omega back into the ring and as the ref settles the argument between Azreal and Falcon, Scorpio surprises Mask with a Raised Scorpion Killer, which leaves both Krimmy and Seth down and in need of a tag.

Phoenix: Now both men are down!

Lillehammer: I am loving Falcon's leadership here, he knows he can't afford to go down 4-2 with the wild card Eddie holding no allegiances!

Phoenix: Mask tags in Big B. Brown and Seth tags in White Falcon!

Lillehammer: Falcon ducks a Big Boot and staggers Brown with a palm strike! The Hall of Famer looking to use his quickness to offset Brown's power advantage!

Phoenix: Falcon off the ropes now and drops Brown with a flying forearm! Falcon's to the top rope now and the Hallowed Hitman dives, nailing a flying European Uppercut! Brown's reeling, get out of there kid!

Lillehammer: Don't you let him breathe, Celio! Strike that heathen down where he stands!

Phoenix: Falcon has Brown now, but Brown powers out of Falcon's clutches and gets it back to square one with a Sidewalk Slam. Brown covers but he just gets two. Triple B stands up and knocks both Scorpio and Omega off the apron and then bounces off the ropes, but the momentary redirect of focus allows Falcon to move out of the way of a jumping elbow drop! Falcon wallops him with a low angle dropkick to the mush!

Lillehammer: Stick and move, Falcon, stick and move!

Falcon goes to the apron and slingshots back in, landing on Brown with a Hilo. Falcon then looks to the sky and eyes Brown with a look of judgment. Falcon tries to hook Brown with the White Light and Brown fights it, eventually twisting around and lifting Falcon up to toss him away. Falcon lands on his feet as Brown backpedals into Eddie's corner, where a blind tag is made. Falcon nor Brown are aware of it as Falcon squashes Brown with a running dropkick in the corner.

Lillehammer: FALCON! EDDIE'S THE LEGAL MAN!

Phoenix: I don't think he's aware of it, he's got Brown hooked around the head and he backpedals to the center of the ring! The official is trying to tell him that Brown isn't the legal man but he's not interested!

Lillehammer: FALCON HITS THE WHITE LIGHT!

Phoenix: But it doesn't matter! Brown's not the legal man! Falcon is livid, begging the ref to count!

Lillehammer: Eddie's pulled Falcon from the ring by his ankle and this brawl is back outside! Falcon goes for a Roundhouse but Eddie ducks it! NO! Outside Looking Enziguri! Shake the cobwebs loose, quickly!

Phoenix: Eddie's got him by the throat and they're on the bottom of the ramp!

As the ref slides out to where Eddie and Falcon are, Eddie lifts Falcon high into the air and delivers a falling One-Handed Legtrap Chokebomb onto the bottom of the steel ramp portion of the AR6 superstage/entrance setup.

Phoenix: SHINIGAMI BOMB! EDDIE STACKS FALCON FOR THE PIN! ONE! TWO! THREE!!!

Lillehammer: WHAT THE BLAZES?!?!?

Announcer: WHITE FALCON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Eddie releases the stack pin as Falcon rolls away, holding the back of his head. Eddie yells out “THAT'S TWO!” before rolling back into the ring and tagging in Azreal.

Phoenix: Eddie B. has just shown both team captains the door! This time he used the element of surprise!

Lillehammer: Pyromania's hopes lie with Eric Scorpio and Seth Damned Omega! One is a Canuck and the other is a man who until last show couldn't win a match to save his job! We're more doomed than this nation is with Obama at the helm!

Phoenix: Insanity's chances are becoming greater and greater now! Azreal steps into the ring and motions for Scorpio, who mouths “On my time, big man.” Omega steps inside the squared circle but he's asking for Eddie B.

Lillehammer: After what Eddie just did... he's eliminated both team captains in spectacular fashion, much to our chagrin! But Seth's one of the hardest hitters in LPW, if anyone can go toe to toe with Eddie, it’s the self-proclaimed Strong Style Messiah!

Phoenix: And these two waste no time in trading blows, Eddie, despite being smaller, probably has the power advantage but Seth should be a better technical striker!

Lillehammer: Eddie buries a knee to Seth's gut and goes for an Irish Whip but Omega reverses it and sends Eddie over with a Back Body Drop! Eddie's getting up but Omega nails a hard shoot kick to the chest of Eddie! And another! Keep up the pressure!

Phoenix: Omega drops Eddie with a Rolling Elbow! Eddie rolls to the outside and Omega is right with him. Omega tries to ram Eddie into the ringpost but Eddie blocks it and fights out of it. Sole Butt Kick to the gut by Eddie, he steps back and Omega is crunched between Sober Karaoke!

Lillehammer: These two are having an intense bout of fisticuffs!

Phoenix: Eddie rolls Omega back into the ring! Eddie has Omega but Omega stops Eddie with a Manhattan Drop and he follows up with a big-time Butterfly Suplex!

Lillehammer: Omega's measuring now... LAKE OF FIRE! Omega covers! ONE! TWO! EDDIE KICKED OUT?!?

Omega looks slightly surprised but he remains focused. He hooks Eddie up for what looks to be the Orange Crush but Eddie lands behind Omega as a counter to the Suplex part. Omega answers with a back elbow and runs to the ropes, on the rebound he is snatched up and quickly thrown down by a Standing Thrust Spinebuster. Eddie drops to a knee but regains his bearings and crouches in Insanity's corner, presumably loading up for Lowered Expectations where Nigel tags himself in much to the rage of Eddie.

Lillehammer: Never thought I'd be happy to see that man tag himself in!

As Omega recovers, Nigel takes this time to go talk trash to Scorpio, who remains calm and collected. Omega begins to get to his feet and with Nigel in arm's reach, Scorpio stuns Nigel with a forearm to the jaw. Nigel stumbles into Omega's grasp, where Omega hits a reverse suplex and rolls into the Dragon Clutch, a move that Scorpio is also known for.


Lillehammer: His mouth has gotten him in trouble now!

Phoenix: Omega's got that Dragon Sleeper Camel Clutch cinched in, look at Omega's eyes! He's completely entranced by Nigel's suffering!

Azreal and Brown try to encourage Nigel to fight out of it, but he can't get to the ropes. Nigel fights harder and eventually gets the ropes but Omega won't release the hold.

Phoenix: Break the hold ref!

Lillehammer: Omega, don't risk the DQ!

Phoenix: His eyes are in the back of his head! The ref starts the five count!

As the ref reaches the count of three, out of nowhere Azreal rushes in and delivers a Force of Will to the back of Omega's head, sending him rolling off of Nigel's back. Scorpio, fuming due to those actions, decides that enough is enough and rushes in, tackling Azreal out of the ring.

Phoenix: Nigel's trying to get to his feet, Omega's got a glazed look in his eye! Nigel has it set up! FORECLOSURE OF A DREAM!! ONE! TWO! THREE! AN EMPHATIC END TO SETH OMEGA'S NIGHT![/i]

Announcer: SETH OMEGA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Lillehammer: Drat! Now, Pyromania's last hope rests on Eric Scorpio, who is now going to town on Eddie B!

Nigel manages to use his feet to shove Omega out of the ring and while his neck and back are in a bad way due to the Dragon Clutch, he's still talking shit as Omega slowly stumbles away. Meanwhile, Scorpio's assault of Eddie continues with a Front Suplex across the fan barrier. Scorpio then gets on the apron, jumps on the middle rope and delivers a Springboard Legdrop across the back and neck of Eddie.

Lillehammer: Scorpio's upping his viciousness now!

Phoenix: Eddie has no idea where he is and Scorpio just clotheslines him into the crowd!

Scorpio rolls back into the ring and loudly roars “BRING IT, AZREAL” as Azreal gets back on the apron. Az smiles and obliges as Nigel tags him in.

Lillehammer: Scorpio's not backing down, and Azreal goes for the Force of Will off the bat but Scorpio ducks it and sends Azreal stumbling across the ring with a Pump Kick to the chest! Sic' em!

Phoenix: Azreal is up now but Scorpio is all over him with elbows and forearms, he's got him in his sights, Facebreaker Knee Smash from Scorpio but Azreal isn't down yet! Scorpio takes him over with a Northern Lights Suplex! Bridge! ONE! TWO! Azreal powers out!

Lillehammer: The wily veteran isn't gonna let the larger Azreal breathe! Hard right hand from Azreal and he drops Scorpio with a headbutt! Turn it around, Eric!

Phoenix: Azreal trying to drag Scorpio back to Insanity's corner now but Scorpio fires an upkick that staggers the Hellhound! Scorpio is back up and Irish Whip, he tries for the clothesline but Azreal blocks it, another knee to the gut! Front Powerslam by Azreal!

Lillehammer: He goes for the cover but Eric kicks out! Azreal going to the top rope now, he could be looking for that flying clothesline!

Phoenix: The big man doesn't fly much but when he does it's usually effective! He dives but ERIC DROP KICKS HIM OUT OF MID-AIR! The Cleanser of Sinners is a step ahead of Azreal!

Lillehammer: As well he should be, he's Pyromania through and through!

Phoenix: First of all, Eric got his start on the red brand and secondly, Eric is his own man and no one else's!

Lillehammer: Azreal is up but Eric has his in his clutches! SCORPIO-EFFECT! COVER! ONE! TWO! DAMN YOU NIGEL! GET THAT DEMOCRAT OUT OF THE RING!

Phoenix: I'm pretty sure Nigel is a Republican, he is affluent after all...

As Nigel pleads his case, Scorpio knocks him to the apron with a forearm before turning his attention to Azreal.

Lillehammer: It was the best insult I could come up with at the time.

Phoenix: Scorpio is signaling for the end, he's setting up for that Powerbomb Backbreaker but there's no way he could lift Azreal!

Lillehammer: Watch him prove you wrong!

Phoenix: Scorpio lifts but Azreal fights it before he can get him all the way up on his shoulders! Azreal back body drops his way out of it!

Lillehammer: Scorpio is back up and WHAT A FLAPJACK BY AZREAL! We do not need such atrocities!

Phoenix: Azreal is tagging in Big B. Brown now and he charges Scorpio but Scorpio low-bridges! Big B's on the outside now!

Scorpio sees Big B sprawled outside and instead knocks Mask off the apron. Nigel charges into the ring and finds himself tossed out of the ring near Brown. Azreal goes to enter but he is pulled off the apron by Eddie and a fistfight ensues. Scorpio sees Nigel and Brown standing, and he runs to the ropes, wiping out Brown and Nigel on the rebound with a Springboard Plancha as the crowd cheers.

Lillehammer: Scorpio is putting on a valiant performance! Nigel is up and Scorpio whips him into the steps! Brown is getting to his feet and Scorpio has him by the waist, Release German!

Phoenix: Mask and Azreal are starting to have their way with Eddie as they did earlier in the contest! Mask and Az have Eddie up but Eddie turns it into a double DDT, and every one is down except Scorpio!

Lillehammer: SCORPIO! He's got Brown up! Powerbomb Backbreaker! The end is near!

Phoenix: Scorpio has Brown up again and he tosses him on our table! NO, FIGHT IT BROWN!

Lillehammer: HE'S GOT BOTH FEET ON HIS HANDS, NOW THE CRAB... YES!!! SCORPIO LOCKS IN SINFUL REPENTANCE ON TOP OF OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE AND THIS CROWD IS RIGHTFULLY CHEERING THIS SHOW FROM PYROMANIA'S LAST WARRIOR!

Phoenix: NIGEL, GET UP! BREAK THE HOLD! FIGHT IT, BIG B!!

Lillehammer: QUIT YOU SCOUNDREL!!

The ref asks Brown if he wants to give in but Brown says no. Scorpio cranks back on it and having become immobilized, Brown's pain is too much for him to bear and as Nigel starts to stir, Brown shakes his head “YES” and roars in agony as the ref calls for the bell. Scorpio puts some extra crank on it before letting Brown go.

Lillehammer: YES!!! BROWN SAYS HE SUBMITS!!! GET HIM THE HELL OUT OF THIS MATCH!!

Announcer: BIG B. BROWN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Phoenix: Scorpio rolls back into the ring and he's waiting for confrontation, and Eddie's stepping to the plate. These two hard-nosed competitors are having words.

Lillehammer: Who cares, Insanity is down to three men and two of them just got DDT'd on the outside! It's looking bright for Scorpio now!

Phoenix: Nigel's pulling himself back to the ring apron now and Eddie sees Azreal getting on the apron... LOWERED EXPECTATIONS THROUGH THE ROPES SENDS AZREAL BACK TO THE OUTSIDE

Eddie and Scorpio go back to discussing whatever Eddie retreats to the apron and requests that he is tagged in. Scorpio obliges with a pieface of a tag with Eddie drawing back to swing then saying “I'LL DEAL WITH YOU LATER”. Nigel, enraged, rushes across the ring, and engages Scorpio as Mask gets into the ring to face Eddie as Azreal tries to recover from the blindside boot. The referee declares Mask and Eddie as the legal men while Scorpio and Nigel take their fight to the crowd.

Phoenix: This has become a temporary fatal-four-way now as Mask brawls with Eddie and Nigel and Scorpio are at each other's throats!

Lillehammer: Mask is starting to hold the advantage over Eddie now and Scorpio is starting to impose his will on Vanderbilt!

Phoenix: Mask and Eddie are making their way up the ramp here and MY GOD! NIGEL JUST HIPTOSSED SCORPIO DOWN TWO ROWS OF SEATS!

Lillehammer: Azreal is back up and he is pissed! He's looking for his teammates but Mask and Eddie are backstage now! Azreal sees Scorpio and Nigel!

Phoenix: Be patient Nigel, the Calvary's coming and he's pissed the hell off!

Lillehammer: We've gotta get some cameras in the back, Eddie and Mask are the legal men!

The view switches to a split screen. The ref is with Eddie and Mask and Scorpio is choking Nigel as Azreal makes his way up the steps towards them. Mask has wrapped a cord around Eddie's neck and is choking him as the ref admonishes the Blood Beast.

Phoenix: Azreal has made it to Nigel and breaks the choke! A hard right hand sends Scorpio down a few steps! Mask is choking the shit out of Eddie here!

Lillehammer: This one has completely broken down!

Phoenix: OH MY GOD! MASK JUST THREW EDDIE THROUGH A GODDAMN DOOR! THAT HAS TO BE THE END FOR HIM!

Mask drags Eddie out of the room and goes for a pin, but Eddie manages to get his shoulder up at two-and-a-half. Scorpio finds himself in the unenviable task of fighting two men and right when Scorpio starts to build momentum against one, the other stops him and sends the Hallowed One back to the starting line.

Lillehammer: This is getting extremely violent and we have to remember, outside of Scorpio neither man came into this match in the best health!

Phoenix: I know about Team Insanity but what about Eddie?

Lillehammer: My sources say that Eddie just doesn't take it easy, even when outside of the ring.

Phoenix: Mask is stomping away at the downed Eddie now and Scorpio has found himself near the technical-music area where Azreal and Vanderbilt are cornering him!

Lillehammer: Mask has a chair! He swings but Eddie evades and bulrushes him into an equipment crate! Mask is staggering out and Eddie delivers a Spinebuster through a nearby refreshment table!

Phoenix: GODDAMNIT THE SNAPPLE!!!

Lillehammer: I think that was all Eddie might've had, this will buy him some time!

Phoenix: Azreal has Scorpio by the throat, he's gonna chokeslam him off the balcony! NO! Scorpio with a low blow!

Lillehammer: Nigel's charging...

Phoenix/Lillehammer: OH MY GOD!!!

As Nigel charged, Scorpio ducked and Back Body dropped Vanderbilt up and over to what looks to be at least a 20-30 foot fall!

Phoenix: NIGEL MAY BE DEAD!

Lillehammer: NO! Nigel managed to grab the ledge! I don't know how that bastard did but he did it!

Phoenix: How long can he hold on, we could have a Mankind at the 99 Rumble situation here! Get over there, Az!

Lillehammer: Scorpio and Azreal are at it now and Scorpio drops Azreal with a shot from a switchboard! Wait, we've got action in the back!

Backstage, Eddie has the advantage over Mask, having hit Mask in the back of the head with a bottle of Snapple. Eddie then spies something off-screen and tries to direct Mask there, who fires some body shots to break Eddie's grasp. Eddie responds with forearm clubs to Mask's back, and as if he was breaking up the Rockers, flings Mask facefirst through a car window. The fight then moves to the rear of a LPW trailer. Mask is sent rolling in as Eddie follows. Meanwhile back in the arena, Azreal has regained the upper hand and is able to pull Nigel back on the platform. Azreal and Nigel then try to make their way back to ringside, which Scorpio in tow.

Phoenix: We've got blood from Azreal, and Nigel's nose might be busted open!

Lillehammer: Mask and Eddie are putting each other through hell back there! Mask just rammed Eddie face first into the wall and he has a chain! Where the hell did that come from! Mask doesn't need a chain!

Phoenix: He's wrapped it around his hand and HE COLD-COCKS EDDIE RIGHT IN THE FOREHEAD! Eddie's immediately busted open and he may be out for the count!

Lillehammer: I cannot believe Eddie has lasted as long as he has, I'm shocked that they didn't eliminate him in the early going, especially given how the match started.

Phoenix: Well Mask just knocked some sense out of him!

Lillehammer: He lost all sense asking for this match, maybe he knocked sense into him! Mask for the cover but EDDIE KICKS OUT BEFORE THREE! Mask is up and I think he's looking for another weapon!

Phoenix: Scorpio just got tossed back to ringside by Azreal and Nigel. And Nigel has gone to get a table! Nigel's newfound vicious streak is re-manifesting itself!

Lillehammer: Azreal is directing traffic! He's telling Vanderbilt to prop it up against the ring apron but Scorpio just rammed Azreal into the fan barrier! Scorpio has a chair now and WALLOPS NIGEL ACROSS THE FACE!

Scorpio tosses the chair away but Azreal clubs down Scorpio. He then lifts Scorpio on his shoulder, takes a running start and drives himself and Eric through the propped up table!

Phoenix: Azreal with another game-changing moment! But it came at a price!

Lillehammer: All three men are down and my monitor says Mask has a lead pipe! Eddie's in huge trouble!

Phoenix: Eddie stops Mask in his tracks, doubling him over with a Sole Butt Kick! Eddie's stepping back... EDDIE BLINDSIDES HIM WITH LOWERED EXPECTATIONS!

Lillehammer: The impact sent Mask tumbling back into the trailer! Eddie's got a chance here!

Eddie traps Mask's leg between his own, then wraps up an STF, but Eddie rolls onto his side to add extra torque.

Phoenix: Eddie's got the FTS applied! Mask is on dream street and Eddie's got his massive bicep right around Mask's throat! That's a choke!

Lillehammer: It's a Sleeper! Mask is fading, he's trying to fight out of it but Eddie's got it locked!

Eddie squeezes tightly as Mask's struggle begins to slow. Eventually, that struggle ends and while Mask has not tapped out, he is unresponsive. The referee checks Mask's arm before yelling out “RING THE BELL! HE'S OUT, HE CAN'T CONTINUE!” as the crowd cheers in shock.

Lillehammer: The official has ruled Mask has passed out! Your team is down to two men who are in a bad way, Phoenix!!

Announcer: KRIMSON MASK HAS BEEN RULED UNABLE TO CONTINUE AND HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Eddie releases the hold, yelling in triumph as he stands up. Eddie says “THAT'S FOR AR5!” and slams the trailer door down, closing the downed Mask on the inside. Eddie staggers back inside the arena, blood streaming from the cut opened by Mask's chain-assisted haymaker. Azreal begins to come to as Eddie emerges from the back to cheers, a pained grimace on his face but, judging by the words he's mouthing, itching for a confrontation.

Phoenix: I cannot believe it! Eddie's eliminated Krimson Mask!!!

Lillehammer: That's his third tonight and that one seems to have energized him... he might be able to pull this off because he's coming back to prone, vulnerable opponents!

Phoenix: You forget that Insanity has two men left! But one of these four men is looking at a future World Heavyweight Championship or International Heavyweight Championship match! Morpheus and Tromboner Man might want to take note!

Lillehammer: Eddie technically has one, holding the Owner's Cup and all...

Phoenix: Eddie's on Azreal's ass now! Eddie's got him cornered and he's feeding him some hard shots! Eddie steps back and blasts him with Outside Looking!

Lillehammer: That shot has Azreal loopy! Eddie's putting him on the ropes now, he might be looking for a Superplex!


Nigel and Scorpio have finally pulled themselves back onto the apron as Eddie wails away at Azreal. He then goes for a Superplex but Azreal stops him with a shot to the ribs and a hard headbutt. Azreal uses his foot to shove Eddie off the ropes. Eddie gets to his feet and is nearly decapitated by Azreal's trademark Flying Clothesline.

Phoenix: Azreal scores with the “Oh Shit”!

Lillehammer: Ever the beacon of proper decorum on your brand, eh?

Phoenix: Azreal shoots the half and covers! Eddie gets the shoulder up!

Lillehammer: Azreal slaps on a Cobra Clutch, trying to choke out Eddie, if I were him, I'd follow with some impact!

Phoenix: You might be right as Eddie's starting to fight to his feet! The elbows aren't doing much but Eddie armdrags out of it!

Lillehammer: Azreal is back up!

Phoenix: Eddie charges in and Azreal fires a clothesline but Eddie counters and STICKS him with a Floatover DDT!!

Eddie gets back to his feet, holding his neck as he takes Azreal to his feet and places him on the top rope. Eddie steps back, jumps onto the second rope and delivers “Outside Looking” to further stun the Hellhound of the Awakened. Eddie climbs to the top rope and hooks him up.

Lillehammer: Eddie's determined to get that Superplex but at this point in the match, given Azreal's size advantage, he might not be able to do it!

Phoenix: Eddie's just proved you wrong as both men come crashing down after the Superplex!!! Both men are worse for wear!

Lillehammer: This next tag could be the biggest one! Nigel's reaching out, Scorpio is watching intently!

Phoenix: The ref's counting both of them out, if he reaches ten both Azreal and Eddie B. will be ruled eliminated!

Lillehammer: Eddie's stirring at five and it looks like he's going for a tag, Scorpio's not reaching out and rightfully so, he's going to let these three beat each other from pillar to post and pick the scraps!

Azreal is able to tag in Nigel as Eddie swipes Scorpio's calf, which the ref determines is enough for a tag as Scorpio was holding the tag rope. Scorpio goes into action, flooring Nigel with a Springboard Leg Lariat.

Lillehammer: Scorpio has been on another level since being left to fend for himself, Nigel's finding out the hard way!

Phoenix: Nigel's back up though and Scorpio drops him with a back elbow! Scorpio tries to set up for the Powerbomb Backbreaker but Nigel counters with a Death Valley Driver! Vanderbilt covers!

Lillehammer: Scorpio powers out at 2 and a half!

Phoenix: Nigel is getting frustrated but he's gotta keep up the pressure!

Lillehammer: Scorpio's getting to his feet! Strike now! Nigel's distracted with arguing the count!

Phoenix: Scorpio pounces, he's got him set up!

Lillehammer: SCORPIO'S SCOURGE COMING! NO! NIGEL DAMN COUNTERED!

Nigel spins out of it and shoves Scorpio into the turnbuckle, who merely jumps onto the ropes and Springboards back for a Forearm that knocks down Vanderbilt. Scorpio grabs Nigel and delivers a Powerbomb Backbreaker.

Lillehammer: That's step one! Scorpio's going for the Sinful Repentance now!

Phoenix: He's trying to turn him, Get out of it Nigel, get out of it!

Before Scorpio can turn him, Azreal knocks down Scorpio to break it up. Azreal then demands Nigel hold Scorpio up. Azreal steps back as Nigel has Scorpio up.

Lillehammer: This is cheating! Stop this, referee, do your job!

Phoenix: Azreal goes for it, NO!!

Lillehammer: YES!!!

Phoenix: Scorpio moved out of the way and Azreal crushes Nigel with the FORCE OF WILL Bicycle Kick!

Azreal curses to himself as Nigel has no idea where he is, rolling to the outside. Scorpio pounces, taking out Azreal with the “Scorpio Stinger” Leaping Stunner. Azreal rolls out of the ring, disoriented and holding his head as Scorpio turns his attention to Nigel.

Lillehammer: He's dragging Vanderbilt away from the ring! He's slapping it on! SINFUL REPENTANCE!! Nigel's got nowhere to go!

Phoenix: Nigel's trying to escape! He's trying to pull his hands out but he can't!

Lillehammer: The skin on Nigel's hands is starting to come off!

Nigel's struggle is fruitless and upon being asked if he submits, Nigel screams “YES! SHIT, GET THIS FUCKER OFF ME! AHHH!!”

Phoenix: DAMMIT! NIGEL'S SUBMITTED!!![/I]

Lillehammer: WE ARE DOWN TO ONE MAN FOR EACH SIDE!

Announcer: NIGEL VANDERBILT  HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Lillehammer: Scorpio's released Nigel and Azreal is down on the outside... Eddie's looking like he's gonna take on Scorpio!

Phoenix: The two are trading punches now and DAMMIT NIGEL WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?

Nigel, upset at Azreal for his inadvertent kick, grabs the Awakened member and throws him into the steel steps. Nigel then grabs a fire extinguisher from underneath the ring and bashes Azreal with it before extra officials forcibly escort Vanderbilt away. Nigel yells repeatedly “I HOPE YOU FUCKING LOSE!” as Azreal remains downed. Scorpio, now in the ring has gained the advantage with a Seated Surfboard applied to Eddie.

Lillehammer: HA-HA! Your team's lack of cohesion and care for the bigger goal is is scrumptious!

Phoenix: I just don't understand... sometimes Insanity is too crazy for it's own good. Our last hope might have been cut down by his own comrade! We might lose from self-inflicted sabotage...

Lillehammer: It's about time you accepted it! Scorpio's wearing down Eddie now but the so-called “Twin City Time Bomb” is fighting to his feet!

Phoenix: Eddie's trying to turn out of it but Scorpio stops him with a kick to the gut, and my God what a overhand right from Scorpio! Eddie just hit the mat like he was shot!

Lillehammer: Eddie's at Scorpio's mercy now, Backdrop Suplex by Scorpio! Scorpio's feeling the effects of this match as he's slow to get to the apron, could be going for a Springboard variation.

Scorpio jumps and goes for a Springboard Legdrop but Eddie moves out of the way. Scorpio gets up and tries to shake the pain loose but Eddie takes out the oncoming Scorpio with a snap overhead Belly-to-Belly throw. Eddie immediately goes for a Crucifix Neck Crank and slaps it on, but Scorpio's too close to the ropes for Eddie to cause significant damage before a rope-break. Eddie holds it until just after four before breaking the hold.

Phoenix: Azreal is starting to recover now but Eddie's got the advantage now. Eddie's measuring Scorpio here, hard right hand drops Scorpio with authority! Eddie off the ropes, Flashing Elbow! Shades of the Great Muta!

Lillehammer: Eddie covers and Scorpio kicks out at two!

Phoenix: Eddie's got Scorpio cornered, and now he's stomping away at Scorpio! The crowd is starting to get behind Eddie as he's stomping Scorpio to his ass! Eddie steps back and he goes for the facewash but Scorpio evades! Eddie untangles himself and Scorpio scores a Scoop Exploder!

Lillehammer: He's got Eddie reeling here, he should go for the Powerbomb Backbreaker!

Eric sets up for just that but Eddie reverses it, taking Scorpio down and trying to lock on a STF. Scorpio kicks Eddie away. He charges Eddie but he turns it into a Powerslam. Eddie covers, only getting two. As Azreal gets to his feet, Eddie knocks him right back off the apron but when he turns around, Scorpio is waiting with a running STK.

Phoenix: The lapse of focus might've cost him! Scorpio hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! NO! Eddie kicked out!

Lillehammer: Eric's out on the apron again, he could be looking for another high-flying attack. The man's athleticism, pound for pound, is unparalleled!

Phoenix: Eddie's on dream street and he's getting to his feet.

Lillehammer: Eric jumps and Eddie ducks, HA! Scorpio with a pump fake!

Phoenix: Eric leaps and Eddie turns to be struck down by a Raised Scorpion Killer! That should be it!!

Lillehammer: Cover! ONE! TWO! TH-EDDIE KICKED OUT!!

Eric's normal relaxed, ice cold demeanor is replaced with a slight show of frustration in the vein of Eric muttering “SHIT!” to himself as Eddie begins to get up. Eric grabs Eddie by the head and goes for Scorpio's Scourge but Eddie twists out of it. Scorpio fires a right hand but Eddie grabs the wrist and goes behind Eric before spinning him around.

Lillehammer: NO! EDDIE COUNTERED THE SCOURGE! FALCON KILLER LARIAT! GET UP SCORPIO!

Phoenix: Eddie's standing back, he's calling for it! Scorpio is up on spaghetti legs and Eddie's got his throat! Shinigami-Plex! Eddie covers! ONE! TWO! THR-SCORPIO GOT THE SHOULDER UP!

Eddie looks to the ref, stunned. He looks back at the downed Scorpio with a “No the fuck you did not just kick out” expression before he stands up and yells out “K!T!F!O!” and backpedals to the corner, waiting for Scorpio to get to a knee.

Phoenix: Eddie's got him dead to rights! We might see that running knee to the skull that Eddie's been talking about!

Lillehammer: Eric, I know you're Canadian but I need you to dodge like an American! COME ON!

Phoenix: Eddie charges, Scorpio evades!

Lillehammer: HA!

Phoenix: Eddie turns around and Scorpio staggers him with a Rolling Elbow! Eddie stumbles out of the corner and Scorpio goes for a Springboard Corkscrew Crossbody and nails it! Eddie rolled through! He's got Scorpio in his grasp and he’s standing up!

Lillehammer: Eddie turns it into a Fireman's Carry but Scorpio elbows out!

Phoenix: Scorpio comes in and Eddie delivers a Rolling Sole Butt Kick to the kneecap! Eric's down to a knee- BAM! SHINING LOWERED EXPECTATIONS!!

Lillehammer: DAMN THE CANADIANS!

Eddie beats his chest three times and signals “IT'S OVER” as he takes a dazed Scorpio into a Front Facelock

Phoenix: Eddie's got him up... NEGATIVE ZERO BRAINBUSTER!!!

Lillehammer: Get up Scorpio, get up!

Phoenix: Eddie gets a lateral press! ONE! TWO! THREE!! WE ARE DOWN TO TWO MEN!

Announcer: ERIC SCORPIO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Eddie gingerly rolls away from the downed Scorpio but before he can get up, Azreal is on him like white on rice.

Phoenix: That's Eddie's fourth elimination! Azreal's smart to push the pace after Scorpio just pushed Eddie to the limit!

Lillehammer: If Azreal slips up, Eddie could cap off what is already one of the best  single performances in Altered Reality history, winning the Owner's Cup and eliminating almost a whole team's worth of men as your own team? UNFATHOMABLE!

Phoenix: I'm more impressed with Azreal, he kept Insanity mostly on the same page and considering he's the least outspoken or known big-time player on Insanity besides Big B. Brown, I think him, given his injuries, making it to the end will only be the fuel he needs to take him past Eddie, who looks like he's one mistake away from ending people.

Lillehammer: Azreal has a nerve hold on Eddie now, he's trying to keep the explosive American down and in his grasp!

Phoenix: Azreal forgoes the nerve hold and way-lays Eddie with multiple crossface blows! Azreal just tosses Eddie to the side like trash! Stay on him, Alex!

Lillehammer: Azreal has Eddie cornered and look at him bury those knees into Eddie's gut!

Azreal whips Eddie to the adjacent corner and charges in with a Body Avalanche. Eddie stumbles out and is floored with a Tilt-A-Whirl Sidewalk Slam. Azreal covers, only getting two-and-a-half. Azreal takes Eddie to his feet and clotheslines him outside the outside. This opening is enough for Eddie, who buries his shoulder into the oncoming Azreal's stomach and drives him into the ringpost. Eddie then lifts Azreal up and delivers a standing powerslam across the steel steps.

Phoenix: Azreal is in a bad way now! Eddie with the show of power!

Lillehammer: Eddie's looking to keep this in the ring as he throws Az back in.

Phoenix: Az is in the corner and Eddie swarms in! “Anger Managment” striking combination! Eddie's eating up Az's face with that Dirty Boxing!

Lillehammer: I think a tooth just flew out! Or was it a piece of Azreal's jaw, Eddie did say he was going to injure him!

Phoenix: There's Outside Looking! Azreal's down and crawling to get his bearings! Eddie's on the top rope now, measuring Azreal who's slow to rise! Eddie flies and trucks Azreal with a Diving Shoulder Block!

Lillehammer: Eddie covers but Azreal powers out just after two!

Phoenix: Eddie's pressing the advantage now, dropping heavy forearms across the head and neck of Azreal. Azreal manages to fight to his feet and rakes Eddie's eyes! Azreal off the ropes now and CRAP! EDDIE DUCKS THE FORCE OF WILL!

Lillehammer: Thesz Press on the rebound! Eddie's going to town all over Azreal! He's looking a step ahead! Look at those punches and forearms.

Phoenix: Eddie's to his feet now and he's demanding Az to get to his feet! He's got him around the throat! NO WAY! SHINIGAMI-PLEX!

Eddie stands back up, that look in his eyes. Azreal to his credit tries to absorb the Shinigami-Plex but he's feeling some effects. Eddie raises his hand up again and wraps it around the throat of Azreal.

Lillehammer: Is he going for the Shinigami Bomb? Azreal's too big for Eddie to lift that-HE'S GOT HIM UP!!!

Phoenix: BUT AZREAL BREAKS FREE WITH A BIONIC ELBOW TO EDDIE'S FACE!

Lillehammer: Eddie stumbling back and Azreal has him up in a Gorilla Press now!

Phoenix: And there's the biggest Snake Eyes I've ever seen! Azreal off the ropes and YES! AZREAL RUNS HIM OVER WITH THE FORCE OF WILL! HOW FITTING THAT EDDIE B LOSE TO A BIG BOOT!

Lillehammer: Eddie's out! I cannot believe this, he is still a member of Pyromania!

Azreal smiles, dusting off his hands as he turns Eddie face up. Azreal covers, hooking the leg.

Phoenix: ONE! TWO! THR-HOW?? EDDIE GOT HIS SHOULDER UP AND I, LIKE AZREAL, CANNOT BELIEVE IT!

Lillehammer: That had to be instinct! Had to be!

Phoenix: Azreal has him by the throat now, Eddie can't even stand on his own!

Lillehammer: This could be the end!

Phoenix: Azreal goes for it but Eddie escapes!

Lillehammer: Azreal goes for a kick but Eddie catches it! Eddie shoves Az down by his foot!

Phoenix: Azreal tries to get to his feet-NOOOOO! LOWERED EXPECTATIONS!!

Azreal crumples in a heap as Eddie falls down from the impact. The match toll has completely set in now as Eddie can't get himself to make a cover. Azreal has not moved. The ref's count reaches three as Eddie starts to show life. As the ref's count gets to five and this crowd is at  fever pitch, Eddie manages to shove Azreal onto his shoulders and collapse on top of him, no more than an arm across Azreal's chest.

Lillehammer: ONE! TWO! THRE-AZREAL ANSWERS WITH THE KICK OUT!

The crowd gasps as Eddie rolls away, frustrated. Eddie pulls himself up slowly as Azreal gets to all fours. Eddie backpedals and signals that he's going for a punt by tapping his toes on the mat.

Lillehammer: Eddie's going to kick Azreal's head into Invesco Field!

Phoenix: Eddie charges, AZREAL CATCHES HIS FOOT! He twists him around and there's the goozle! Eddie arm-throws his way out of it! Eddie has Azreal in a Front Facelock but Azreal counters! Azreal lifts Eddie up and drops to his knees in a modified gutbuster!

Eddie rolls on the mat in pain, but tries to block it out enough to get to his feet. As he does so, he turns around to meet a charging Azreal.

Lillehammer: AZREAL HITS A SECOND FORCE OF WILL!!

Phoenix: Azreal goes down but he's back up, He's got Eddie by the throat and he lifts him to his feet!

Lillehammer: AZREAL GOING FOR FINALITY!

Phoenix: HE LIFTS AND HITS A FALLING WRATH OF THE GODS!!! AZREAL COLLAPSES ONTO EDDIE!!

Lillehammer: ONE! TWO! THREE-EDDIE KICKED OUT?!?!?

Phoenix: THE REF CALLS FOR THE BELL!! EDDIE DIDN'T BEAT THE COUNT AND INSANITY HAS WON IT!!

Ding!Ding!Ding!

Announcer: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND THE SOLE SURVIVOR, AZREEEEEALLLLLLL!!!!

Team Insanity (Ultramarcus, Azreal, Nigel Vanderbilt, Krimson Mask and Big B. Brown) – (4.09 AAPS ([3.85 APS + 4.33 APS + 4.20 APS + 4.05 APS + 4.02 APS/5]) + 1.6 vote = 5.69 total)
Team Anti-LPW (Eddie B.) – (4.48 AAPS([4.48 AAPS/1]) + 0.9 vote = 5.38 total)
Team Pyromania (White Falcon, Ken Ryans, Eric Scorpio, Styxx and Seth Omega) – (3.77 AAPS([3.93 APS + 3.05 APS + 4.45 APS + 3.45 APS + 3.98 APS/5]) + 1.2 vote = 4.97 total)[/i]

“Requiem for a Dream” by Clint Mansell plays as Azreal slowly sits up as Eddie is on all fours. Eddie pulls himself into a corner remaining seated and dejected as Azreal pulls himself up. Backstage shows most of Insanity high-fiving and cheering one another, with Azreal having tied up the score at three matches each. He demands his championship and pulls himself to his feet, raising his title-holding hand in victory while holding his jaw.

Phoenix: I TOLD YOU INSANITY WOULD WIN! AND HOW FITTING THAT AZREAL GOT IT DONE! THIS MAN FIRED THE FIRST SHOT, HE DOMINATED THE BRAND WAR AND TONIGHT, HE STARTED IT AND ENDED IT! WHAT A STATEMENT FROM THE HELLHOUND!

Lillehammer: I'm going to be sick...

Phoenix: AND I DON'T GIVE A DAMN! AZREAL HAS TIED IT UP FOR THE FLAGSHIP BRAND AND NOW, HE'S GOT A DATE FOR THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! GO INSANITY GO!

Lillehammer: This is a horrible time in history...

Azreal leaves the ring very gingerly as Eddie remains seated, cursing himself for the loss. Azreal gets to the top of the ramp where he is met by Lacey Valentine and gives him a congratulatory hug and kiss on the cheek. Az raises the tag title up as Eddie yells, “You're going down next time.” Azreal replies with “Maybe, but you went down tonight. Whenever you're ready!” Eddie nods at Azreal before rolling out of the ring, upset at his loss.

Lillehammer: Eddie has nothing to be ashamed of, he damn near outlasted ten people by himself, and there were times where they just tore him apart!

Phoenix: A valiant effort but not enough, and I'm sure that this performance has more than raised eyebrows in the back for the 24/7 Number One Contender!

Lillehammer: Doesn't matter since that wretched Insanity reigned in this one... Damn it!

Phoenix: ATTA BOY ALEXANDER!

Lillehammer: Well, this has just prolonged the inevitable as the Martinez Cup will decide it all! He who laughs last, laughs best and I feel a hearty guffaw building up!

Phoenix: We'll see, Robert! We'll damn sure see!

[INDENT][/INDENT]

Phoenix: It’s at this time in the show where things start getting a little… real. To help me get my head around it.

Lillehammer: There’s no getting your head around it Phoenix. Scores are tied, Martienz Cup match to go. Did you not get taught maths at that horrible Public School you attended.

Phoenix: I did, but this is an enormous situation. So, I’m inviting YOUR best friend back to the microphone for this.

Lillehammer: No…

Michaels: Aww… some on Bobby. Things ain’t so bad. In fact, I’m bringing a friend with me to the desk for this one too.

Rik: I just wanted to see Pyromania’s victory at Altered Reality Six first hand. I couldn’t keep quiet, and let’s be perfectly honest. All these people watching at home, they’ve ordered the Pay-Per-View version, or are stealing it off some web stream, just so they can hear my voice. And I’m not one to deny the fans what they want.

Lillehammer: Well, in that case, gentlemen, I shall…

Phoenix: Sit your ass right down, you’re going nowhere. If I have to stay here and listen to these two babble on about rubbish, then you have to as well.

Lillehammer: But… I have money to count.

Phoenix: I don’t care. Now, the four of us are going to sit here, nice and civilised, and call the Martinez Cup match together.

Michaels: Kiss my ass Phoenix. There’s never anything civilised about a Martinez Cup match. Trust me, I know. As the only one on this table who’s ever competed in this match, trust me, to win, it’s going to take an intense amount of focus, energy and skill to be able to win this.

Rik: Representing the losers we have Morpheus, the World Heavyweight Champion. He first won the Championship at LPW Insanity live from Springfield, defeating Sheepster for the crown.

Phoenix: Since then our valiant champion has battled on, turning every challenger away.  cﾘnical, Seth Omega, The Rabbi, Big B. Brown, Andy Savana, Phantom Lord, Jeff Watson, Krimson Mask, Azreal, Nigel Vanderbilt, Ultramarcus and Bobino have all fallen to Morpheus at some point or another during his reign. To get here tonight, he had to come through the brutal Death Cube, and fight off Bobino’s Owners’ Cup cash in. Truly a very deserving man to be representing the flagship brand of LPW.

Rik: Flagship brand?! HA!!!

Phoenix: It is the flagship brand, it’s our title, not Pyromania’s.

Lillehammer: For the short term, it technically is. But we have a champion who will defeat your precious World Heavyweight Champion. He will embarrass him on this big stage.

Michaels: That champion is our LPW International Heavyweight Champion, Tromboner Man. After fighting to a draw with Ken Ryans for the belt at One Way Ticket, Tromboner Man captured the gold the very next night, at Pyromania 18.1, pinning Ryans in the center of the ring.

Lillehammer: Since then, he’s been nearly unstoppable.

Michaels: Nearly. I tried to stop him, but couldn’t.

Lillehammer: Joining the Misfit on the list of TBM’s conquests as Champion are Cripsy, Christian Parkes, Mr. Golden, Aldous Gregory, Mooroopna Mayamaya, Chris Owens, Jack Daniels, Ken Ryans, Justus, The Mighty Dyno Might and cﾘnical.

Michaels: The last victory coming in overtime in at 60 minute Iron Man match against the General Manager of the brand, cﾘnical. This is one International Champion I’m sorry to have pissed off, and who deserves to be fighting to bring this cup home to Pyromania.

Phoenix: May I remind you that only once has Insanity been defeated in the Martinez Cup match?

Michaels: You may, I remember that night very well. I took a dump on Insanity that night by winning the cup.

Rik: And that’s exactly what’s about to happen here tonight.


The arena goes pitch black. A red wash comes over the arena before "Black Water" by Symphorce begins to play. With the World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder, the Master of the Dream Realm, Morpheus walks out onto the stage. He looks out over the screaming fans, and grins, before the ramp explodes into a sea of red pyrotechnics. The Black Water continuing to pump through the speakers, a bright red spotlight falls on Morpheus as the arena is returned to back, with the red explosions continuing to bathe the arena in light.

Announcer: This next match is scheduled for one fall, and is tonight’s MAIN EVENT!!! On the line in this match is nothing less than the coveted Martinez Cup. Introducing first, representing Insanity, and the Awakened, weighing in at 265 pounds, he is the LPW World Heavyweight Champion. Ladies and Gentlemen… MOOOOOOORPPHHHEEEEUSSSS!!!

Phoenix: A powerful entrance for a powerful, powerful man. The man that you are all about to witness become the Martinez Cup Champion, and secure the rights for the flagship brand.

Lillehammer: Highly unlikely Phoenix. He’s an Insanity lowlife. There’s no way he can possibly defeat any member of the Pyromania roster.

Phoenix: Really? Well why did Pyromania lose the race to Altered Reality Six?

Lillehammer: Merely, we wanted to make things interesting, as we have done so already.

Rik: Regardless of the facts and figures, this is still Insanity’s representative for the Martinez Cup. So what if he’s not up to the standard.

Phoenix: Not up to standard? I knew you were a biased commentator, but for Christ’s sake Rik, show a little brand pride.

Rik: I am. I bleed orange. Tart.

Morpheus stands alone in the ring, as the arena is washed in Orange. With a bang, “Mambo Swing” by Big Bad Voodoo Daddy hits the speakers.  Walking out, with the International Heavyweight Championship in his hand, Tromboner Man looks almost star struck as he looks out over the crowd. With a massive explosion of orange around him, he sprints off down the ramp.

Speaker: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!! TEEEEEEEEEBS!!! OVER HERE TEEBS!!! TEEBS!!!! TROMBONER MAN!!! WHY AREN’T YOU PAYING ATTENTION TO ME.

Phoenix: You bleed orange when they produce that sort of professionalism?

Rik: More entertaining that the cods wallop I have to sit through on Insanity.

Michaels: And don’t be speaking about P.A. Speaker that way ever again.

Lillehammer: Actually, I have to agree with Phoenix on this one. He is… very lacklustre.

Michaels: Come on Bobby, deep down you know you love him.

Tromboner Man slides into the ring and jumps up onto the turnbuckles, looking out over the crowd. Morpheus watches on as he jumps down and runs across to the other side of the ring, to do the same thing. TBM turns around on the turnbuckles and stares at Morpheus from above, with a huge grin on his face. Morpheus refuses to remain the stoic man he was portraying, cracking a smile himself back at TBM.

Phoenix: You can call it a mastermind powerplay, you can call it a scheme, you could even call it luck, but these two men have exactly what they wanted right now.

Lillehammer: These two made a pact, that they would make it to Altered Reality Six to square off for the Martinez Cup.  It’s exactly what we have right before us tonight.

Rik: They’re going to enjoy this. As much as kippers on toast.

Michaels: I hate kippers on toast.

Lillehammer: Be less British.

Rik: Hey, I gave up opening AND closing ceremony tickets at the Olympics in my home country to be here. Respect me, tosser!

Phoenix: The referee’s speaking to both TBM and Morpheus right now. He’s signalled to the time keeper, THERE’S THE DING, we’re underway!

Rik: Tromboner Man takes a step back, giving Morpheus respect. He’s giving up a lot of power to Morpheus, and can’t afford to become trapped.

Michaels: In contrast, Morpheus is a lot slower than TBM. If the pace picks up, he might not be able to keep up.

Phoenix: They are both very wary of their opponent right now, giving them all the space they can, never taking their eyes off each other. Morpheus makes the first move, going for a lock up, but pulls out at the last minute.

Lillehammer: The Pyromania champion saw that fake coming, he never even flinched.

Michaels: It was great observation by the International Heavyweight Champion. He’s even cracked a smile at Morpheus.

Rik: It’s a Madcore trait Drew. You would remember them. Smiling in the face of incompetence.

Michaels: Madcores…

Phoenix: Tromboner Man continues to stand back, he’s intent on not making the first move. He knows he’s going to be outclassed by Morpheus, so he’s delaying it as long as he can.

Lillehammer: Morpheus seems to be all too happy to oblidge, this time he does come in and lock up with TBM. Collar and elbow tie up between the two men, and Morph takes the early advantage, moving into a side headlock.

Phoenix: Tromboner Man counters though, breaking free into a hammer lock behind. Morpheus tries to power out, and does. He turns around, in runs TBM, with a big shoulder, knocking Morpheus backwards.

Lillehammer: He keeps his feet though, which is good news for Insanity’s hope.

Phoenix: Morpheus steadies himself, but TBM comes in with another shoulder to the big man. He’s knocked back again, goes to a knee this time.

Rik: He’s in no hurry to get up either. He’s taken a perch on the mat, and waits for TBM to move.

Lillehammer: In comes Tromboner Man, looking for an Enziguri, but Morph watches it, ducking under with ease. TBM’s still in close range though. Tries to follow up with a heel kick, but Morpheus blocks it with both forearms.

Michaels: A little furry from the International Champion here, and Morpheus seems content to try and weather it early on.

Rik: He can’t weather it forever.

Phoenix: Morpheus might be able to, it could be his game plan. Exhaust TBM by letting him do all the work. He does have much better durability than his Pyromania counterpart.

Michaels: Yes, but TBM has the stamina too. He keeps the onslaught up, trying to break through Morpheus’ defences. Enziguri followed by heel kick. Again and again. Each one colliding with  Morpheus’ forearms.

Rik: NO! Morpheus has had enough, and catches a heel kick. TBM’s in trouble as Morpheus throws him into the ropes.

Phoenix: HUGE power by the World Heavyweight Champion, dominating Tromboner Man with one swoop. Tromboner Man back to his feet, but Morpheus is behind him, and CONNECTS with a belly-to-back suplex. Massive!!

Lillehammer: Tromboner Man is reeling. Already, Morpheus has turned the tide and fighting this on his terms. Hard hitting, big impact. Tromboner Man’s winded, he’s trying to get up.

Michaels: Morpheus comes in, SPINEBUSTER CONNECTS!!!!

Rik: Cover by Morpheus, 1…2… THANK GOD!!! TBM KICKED OUT!!! GO MADCORES!!!!

Michaels: Madcores… grrr….

Rik: Bite me you fanny pack carrying sod!

Michaels: That doesn’t even make sense.

Phoenix: What doesn’t make sense is TBM kicking out. That move would have knocked out any top Insanity superstar. Morpheus isn’t frustrated though, he’s just smiling.

Lillehammer: Tromboner Man’s cracked a grin as well. A small applause is breaking out over the crowd.

Phoenix: TBM forcing his way to his feet, Morpheus lets him. Here comes the World Champ again, trying to take advantage of TBM.

Michaels: KEEP YOUR PANTS ON!!!

Rik: Morph isn’t looking for sodomy, he’s lifting TBM up for a scoop slam, AND CONNECTS. He drops an elbow, but TBM rolls out of the way.

Tromboner Man quickly pushes himself up to his feet, as Morpheus rolls back to a vertical position. The two stare each other down again.

Michaels: Back to a stalemate. Tromboner Man and Morpheus begin circling each other once more.

Lillehammer: A lot of respect being shown by both parties. If only we could get this from the Democrats, we might have a civilised election.

Michaels: Yeah…

Phoenix: Tromboner Man walks in, both men tie up, and again, it’s Morph who takes the initiative. Side headlock, into a side suplex. Tromboner Man bounces to the outside.

Lillehammer: Tromboner Man’s shaken up by that hit, but he’s getting back to his feet. Referee’s started the ring out count, but Morph isn’t chasing him out there.

Rik: No, and TBM makes it back into the ring easily before the count of two.

Michaels: TBM’s a bit more cautious approaching Morpheus this time. In Morph rushes, TBM tries to lift, but Morpheus just MOWS him down with a raised knee to the head.

Phoenix: That’s the skill of the Insanity champ. Saw the flap jack coming, and countered accordingly!

Rik: Twat, we all saw it coming. It wasn’t a stroke of genius, it was basic ring awareness.

Michaels: Tromboner Man’s in trouble on the mat, as Morpheus grabs him by the head, he lifts him up, SCOOP SLAM!!! Morpheus with the cover, 1…2… KICK OUT by the Pyromania champion!

Lillehammer: Not really the most difficult move for him to overcome.

Michaels: No, but it would have knocked the wind right out of him. Morpheus knocks this, and has grabbed him from behind with a very basic sleeper hold. Neither one of these men have brought out anything fancy, this is just old fashioned basics.

Phoenix: Basics that are effective. Morpheus is putting TBM to sleep right here. He’s lynching it in tight.

Rik: Like a nun’s asshole.

Lillehammer: An image we didn’t need.

Phoenix: TBM is struggling to fight against it. Morpheus really showing his strength and power advantage here. TBM throws an errant elbow to the chest, and a second, trying to give himself some breathing room.

Michaels: He’s succeeding, more than infact, he’s able to slip out of the grip of Morpheus.

TBM slides away from Morpheus and quickly stands up. Morpheus slowly makes his way back to his feet, with an impressed grin on his face.

Lillehammer: And that tells the story right there. Morpheus expected nothing less than this from the best of Pyromania.

Rik: Morpheus walks in, and locks up with TBM again. Knee to the midsection, and the World Heavyweight Champion’s still in control. DDT connects!!!

Phoenix: Cover by Morpheus, 1…2… KICK OUT!!

Michaels: It’ll take more than that to keep our champion down.

Lillehammer: Some Pokémon toys will probably do it.

Phoenix: Morpheus isn’t one to stoop to trickery like. Tromboner Man trying to get to his feet, but Morpheus drops a leg across his neck.

Rik: TBM’s stunned for a moment, but instantly tries to force himself to his feet again.

Michaels: Morph tries again with the leg to the neck, but TBM drops to the ground and rolls in time. Big miss from the World Heavyweight Champion.

Lillehammer: Tromboner Man’s back to getting to his feet, Morpheus is back up already. He walks over to TBM, INTONATION BUSTER CONNECTS!!!! OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THAT BRUTAL INTONATION BUSTER FROM TBM!!!

Michaels: That finished his match with me. Morpheus could be done for, quick pin from TBM, 1..2… KICK OUT by the World Heavyweight Champion.

Rik: Tromboner Man covers again, 1…KICK OUT. Morpheus showing much more strength with that last one.

Phoenix: TBM jumps up, and moves away quickly. He’s going to let Morpheus stand on his own accord. He’s back to his feet.

Lillehammer: TBM runs in, THE SLIDE  to the ankle of Morpheus. He’s down to a knee. TBM grabs him, rolls into a small package. 1…2.. KICK OUT!!! The pace of the match has kicked up.

Rik: It certainly has. TBM is up to his feet Morpheus is getting there as well. TBM runs at the ropes, SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT CONNECTS AND HE TAKES MORPHEUS DOWN!!!

Michaels: The World Heavyweight Champion definitely felt that one!! He’s rolling on the ground. TBM’s standing up now, looking around for inspiration.

Phoenix: And he’s found it. He runs at the turnbuckle, and LEAPS up to the top rope. He’s taking a risk. Morpheus is getting to his feet, TBM measures his jump.

Lillehammer: Morpheus turns around, Tromboenr Man JUMPS!!!!

TBM jumps towards Morpheus looking for a jumping hurricanrana. Instead, Morpheus catches him on his shoulders, and powerbombs him to the mat below.

Phoenix: COUNTER!!! COUNTER BY THE MARTINEZ CUP WINNER!!!!

Michaels: Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren’t we?

Phoenix: Hardly. Morpheus has just laid out TBM with a MASSIVE power bomb. With impact like that, how can you see your man winning at all?

Lillehammer: Easily.

Phoenix: Sure, keep telling yourself that. Meanwhile, Morpheus continues to manhandle Pyromania’s last hope. He’s picked him up and THROWN him into the corner. Now, he’s ramming him shoulder into his abdomen.

Rik: Smart ploy by the World Heavyweight Champion. Take out the abs, and TBM won’t be able to lift Morpheus at all, nor will he be as stable through the air or in submission. A lot of TBM’s game plan revolves around his abs being in working order.

Michaels: TBM is staying strong though. He weathers the storm, and tries to counter with a knee to the face, but to no avail.

Lillehammer: Morpheus catches it, and throws the International Champion to the ground. He’s just tossing him around like a rag doll at the moment.

Michaels: TBM rolls through and gets to his knees quickly. This is where he can mount some defence. He caught Morpheus off guard before, and Morph remembers it. He doesn’t move in to try and lift him up himself. Instead, he takes a step back.

Phoenix: Tromboner Man has never faced a man as smart as Morpheus before. He is perpetually changing his game plan based on what the opponent does. Very, very smart wrestling.

Rik: Tromboner Man back to his feet, and now Morpheus comes in. Kick to the mid section by TBM, who looks for a suplex. Instead, he’s on the receiving end of a back body drop!

Lillehammer: Morpheus definitely looks like he’s building towards something. Tromboner Man grabs the ropes, trying to get back up, Morph sees his opening.

Michaels: THAT’S THE DEEP SLEEP!!! He drags TBM away from the ropes, and has his signature sleeper locked in!!! TBM needs to escape early!

Phoenix: How? Rope break is out of the question. He can’t out muscle Morpheus. So how does he break it. This looks like the most decisive victory in a Martinez Cup yet.

Rik: Tromboner Man’s still fighting. He doesn’t believe the match is gone. He’s trying to roll the pair of them over onto his stomach… AND he does! But this isn’t good for him.

Lillehammer: No it’s not. Now he’s got Morpheus’ 260 pound body squashing the air out of him as well.

Michaels: That’s not what he wanted, this is what he wanted!!!

Showing tremendous strength, TBM starts pushing himself and Morpheus up off the floor. Struggling under the weight of the extra man, TBM slowly gets to his knees.

Phoenix: I don’t believe what I’m seeing… TBM is actually trying to stand with Morpheus squeezing the life out of him… and he’s succeeding.

Michaels: That’s the Pyromania passion for you. He’s struggled up there, but he’s there… AND… he walks backwards into the turnbuckle.

Rik: The referee’s calling the rope break. Morpheus reluctantly oblidges. Tromboner Man turns around, HEADBUTT from Morpheus connects!!! TBM goes DOWN!!!

Phoenix: Brilliance there from the World Heavyweight Champion. Cover, 1…2… ROPE BREAK!!! TBM got his foot on the rope. That’s twice in a minute he’s been saved by those ropes.

Lillehammer: You’ve been singing the brilliance of Morpheus all match. I’m surprised he didn’t pick up on it.

Phoenix: As am I…

Michaels: Morpheus drags TBM into the center, covers him again, but TBM denies him the pin, getting his shoulder up instantly.

Lillehammer: Again, Morpheus is only too happy to stand back and watch TBM get up. He’s back to his knees, but waits.

Rik: I think he realises this isn’t getting him very far. TBM has been dominated at a vertical position by Morpheus so far.

Phoenix: That he has, but he’s also been dominated on the mat as well. TBM needs a serious change of fortunes if he wants this match to last much longer.

Michaels: Tromboner Man rolls out of the ring instead of getting up. This gives him some space, and a chance to catch his break. A bit of recovery time could do him well.

Rik: Morpheus wants none of that though, he’s bringing the fight to the outside. He steps through the ropes and jumps down to the floor.

Lillehammer: TBM sees him come down, and INSTANT right hook from the International Champion. He can’t out muscle him, but he’s going to try.

Michaels: The punch shook Morpheus, as TBM grabs him by the arm, and HURLS him into the ring post. TBM follows up with a face plant to the outside!!!

Phoenix: So his plan was not “change my style” and more “make this illegal”?

Lillehammer: It’s all legal, the referee’s only up to five.

Rik: Not for long as TBM rolls in the ring. He’s climbing the turnbuckle once again, as Morpheus rises on the outside. Here comes TBM, with no hesitation, SEATED SENTON CONNECTS!!!

Michaels: Wow!!! Tromboner Man nailed it. He’s forcing Morpheus back to his feet, and THROWS him back onto the apron.

Rik: Morpheus in a spot of bother here, TBM with an elbow to the head. He now rolls back into the ring, ready to take on Morpheus legally again.

Michaels: It was legal before.

Phoenix: Tromboner Man lifting Morpheus up, kick to the midsection, he’s looking for the Spitvalve, COUNTER, MORPHEUS COUNTERS INTO THE DREAM VORTEX!!!!

Lillehammer: All that hard work, undone in one swift move…

Rik: Cover by the World Heavyweight Champion, this should be it, 1…2… HOLY KICK OUT TROMBONER MAN!!!

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Phoenix: Tromboner Man has SOMEHOW kicked out of the Dream Vortex. Don’t ask me how he’s done that.

Lillehammer: Could have been a divine miracle. God does favour those who help themselves.

Michaels: Now isn’t the time for a Republican lecture. Morpheus just calmly picks himself up. He believes he’s in total control here, and refuses to get frustrated. He’s waiting for TBM to stand.

Rik: Tromboner Man is having none of it though. He’s refusing to get up, and Morpheus doesn’t want to pick him up. In comes Morpheus, forces TBM to move by faking an elbow drop. TBM rolls, but Morpheus doesn’t fall.

Phoenix: Just a demonstration there of how smart Morpheus is. He’s in complete control, dictating how TBM will move.

Rik: TBM needs to change what he’s doing and fast if he wants any chance of staying competitive in this match.

Michaels: Tromboner Man’s sore though, he’s struggling to his feet, in comes Morpheus. Irish Whip into the corner. Morpheus follows through, BIG clothesline into the corner.

Lillehammer: TBM got well and truly squashed there, he’s struggling big time. Morpheus lines up another shot, BIG BOOT, BUT NOBODY HOME! He’s hung up on the top rope!

Rik: Quick movement caught Morpheus off guard there. He’s trying to untangle himself from the ropes. TBM helps, by knocking him down with a reverse DDT!!

Phoenix: He doesn’t stop when he’s on the ground though, TBM back to his feet, and drops a leg on the throat of Morpheus. Cover, 1… KICK out.

Michaels: Tromboner Man with the hip-up to his feet,  Morpheus starting to stand. He runs at the ropes, on the rebound, MASSIVE clothesline to the World Heavyweight Champion, knocking him over the top rope.

Lillehammer: Tromboner Man runs at the ropes, leap frogs over, AND SPLASHES MORPHEUS ON THE OUTSIDE!!! He’s picked up the pace!!!

Rik: He’s winded himself a little, but I think he’s found his opening. Exploit his speed and agility.

Phoenix: Morpheus can endure a hit though. You can’t count him out.

Michaels: Tromboner Man slides Morpheus back into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle, waiting for Morpheus to rise. This could backfire again.

Phoenix: Expect it to. Morpheus on his knees, Tromboner Man flies NO!!!

Michaels: That’s a YES!!! He connects with the missile drop kick to the chest. Cover by TBM again. 1…2… KICK OUT!!!

Morpheus rolls over as TBM jumps to his feet and begins to stalk him. As Morpheus starts to force his way to his feet, Tromboner Man moves in for the kill.

Rik: Tromboner Man sees his chance, he’s taking it, AND CONNECTS WITH THE SPITVALVE!!! 1…2… NO!!!!!!!!! MORPHEUS GRABS THE ROPE AT THE LAST MINUTE!! Tromboner Man can hardly believe it!! I can hardly believe it!!!

Lillehammer: It’s his fault for hitting the move so close to the ropes. He has nobody to blame bar himself.

Phoenix: Too true. TBM takes a step away, and now must plan his next move carefully. Morpheus is to his feet, here comes TBM, right fist to the skull of Morpheus.

Michaels: He follows it up with a second, but Morpheus catches the third. Morpheus drags him in, belly to belly suplex throws him across the ring!

Rik: Tromboner Man lands heavily, but is quick to get back to his feet. Morpheus runs in, TBM dodges the clothesline with the Slide. Jumps up quickly, but Morpheus is right there.

Lillehammer: Kick to the mid section by the World champion, he brings TBM in, and delivers an inch perfect vertical suplex!!

Michaels: This isn’t a good sign for TBM, Morpheus has held on, and drags him to his feet again. He’s trying something different this time… THE REM CONNECTS!!!.

Phoenix: Cover by Morpheus, 1…2… KICK OUT by Tromboner Man. But how…

Rik: Grant it that the REM isn’t one of Morpheus’ most lethal moves, that’s still a very strong blow to the head. Perhaps TBM’s showing more resilience than Morpheus planned for.

Michaels: I don’t think so. Morpheus is chuckling in the ring. I think he expected exactly this sort of battle from the International Champion. Tromboner Man’s slowly shaking his head as well with a grin on his face too.

Lillehammer: He knew exactly what he was in for when he agreed to help Morpheus get to the Martinez Cup. These two wanted exactly this. A match where their opposition took as good as they gave. If I wasn’t blindly aligned to Pyromania, I’d be saying this is too hard to call.

Morpheus stands up, and offers a hand to TBM to help him up as well. TBM responds to this by jumping up off the mat and straight to his feet.

Phoenix: Both men back to their feet. They lock up one more time, but it’s TBM to takes the advantage. Irish whip into the ropes. On the rebound, he connects with a drop toe hold. Morpheus crashes to the ground.

Michaels: Tromboner Man looking for a Boston Crab, but the World Heavyweight Champion is refusing to give in. He is thrust off with his powerful legs!

Lillehammer: Thrust off… Can we not us innuendo please?

Michaels: in your endo.

Rik: Morpheus forces himself back to his feet, Tromboner Man’s there as well. Tromboner Man charges in, BUT HE GETS CAUGHT, THE NIGHTMARE CONNECTS!!!

Phoenix: THIS IS A PINNING MOVE, 1…2… NO!!!!! Tromboner Man gets the shoulder up!!! But that’s a devastating sign for the Pyromania superstar.

Michaels: Why?

Phoenix: Because, Morpheus has found a counter to TBM’s speed.

Lillehammer: One counter is not a definitive counter. A counter to a clothesline wouldn’t counter everything. Be professional.

Michaels: Pot. Kettle. Black.

Rik: Morpheus still keeps his cool. This is becoming academic for him now. He stands back, and waits for TBM to stand. TBM is struggling to his feet.

Phoenix: A sane man would have stayed down, but Tromboner Man wants to continue fighting.

Michaels: Of course he does. He’s a Pyromania superstar. A Pyromania champion.

Rik: A MADCORE!!!

Michaels: Madcore…

Lillehammer: He’s vertical. Morpheus is stalking. He’s actually backing Tromboner Man onto the ropes.

Phoenix: Tromboner Man steps back onto the ropes, rebounds, tries a Lous Thez Press, but Morpheus catches him.

Michaels: Problem for Morpheus though, as Tromboner Man’s trying to fight out. Morpheus with a spine buster, BUT TBM COUNTERS INTO A DDT!!

Lillehammer: Here comes the Tromboner Man, he’s forcing himself to his feet. Morpheus is feeling the effects of that DDT. He’s slow to his feet.

Rik: Tromboner Man gets in and under, LIFTS with a FLAPJACK, HANGING MORPHEUS UP ON THE TOP ROPE!!

Michaels: He’s definitely feeling the effects of that now. Morpheus is grabbing his neck, Tromboner Man leans him up. SHINING WIZARD to the skull.

Phoenix: TBM with the pin, 1…2… KICK OUT!!!

Lillehammer: Tromboner Man doesn’t get frustrated. He just gets up, and drags Morpheus to his feet. Morpheus is hurting.

Michaels: Tromboner Man with one last roll of the dice, THE BELL CONNECTS!!! COVER, 1…2… KICK OUT!!!!!! HOLY COW!!!

Phoenix: Morpheus finds the will to kick out. He’s in pain, but still finds the will to kick out!! What a champion. WHAT a champion!!!

Lillehammer: Tromboner Man just stands up. He is waiting for Morpheus. This is it. He’s going for the finish. He’s lining up the Intonation Buster. Morpheus won’t come back from this.

Rik: Morpheus is standing up, but his back is turned. He turns around, HOLY SHIT!!!

Morpheus turns around to find TBM running in to hit the Intonation Buster. Without panicking, Morpheus stands strong, and uses TBM’s momentum to his advantage, swinging him over his shoulder, before planting him on the ground with the Sacrifice.

Phoenix: THE SACRIFICE!!! THE SACRIFICE CONNECTS!!! MORPHEUS DROPS TO HIS KNEES!!!

Lillehammer: He slumps into a cover, 1…2… KICK OUT!!! HOW?!?

Michaels: Do you really need to ask Bobby? This is Pyromania’s champion. THE International Heavyweight Champion. He’s not going to lie down and accept anything less than victory.

Rik: And for the first time, Morpheus is showing signs of frustration, as he punches the ground. He struggles to his feet, and rests on the ropes for a moment.

Lillehammer: Tromboner Man is struggling on the mat. That rocked him to the core. He’s struggling to his feet. Morpheus is keeping with what he’s done all through the match, and letting him get up. He’s just watching.

Phoenix: If it works, it works. Morpheus will be looking to end this now. Tromboner Man’s on his feet, Morpheus gets off the ropes, and knocks TBM back with a European uppercut.

Michaels: TBM’s unsteady on his feet, but he regains his balance. This is getting brutal. He comes back with a shoulder charge to Morpheus, and knocks him back into the ropes. Morpheus walks off the rope, blocks the hip toss.

Lillehammer: He grabs TBM by the head, and throws him to the mat. He jumps and SPLASHES Tromboner Man on the mat. Cover, 1…2… KICK OUT.

Rik: Morpheus stands back up, he waits for TBM to stand up. Tromboner Man’s struggled back to his knees. Morpheus is getting impatient, he moves in to force TBM into position INTONATION BUSTER!!!  INTONATION BUSTER CONNECTS!!! OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!!!

Phoenix: TROMBONER MAN HAS LEVELED MORPHEUS WITH THAT BRUTAL INTONATION BUSTER!!!! But he’s not going for the pin! What’s he playing at?!

Michaels: I don’t know. He’s breathing heavily, and standing up… he’s not…

Lillehammer: He is, he’s lining him up for a second Intonation Buster. Morpheus is completely unaware of this.

Phoenix: Morpheus is starting to force his way to his feet. Here comes TBM, SECOND INTONATION BUSTER CONNECTS!!! BACK TO BACK!!!

Rik: NOW HE GOES FOR THE PIN. 1…2… KICKOUT!!!

Phoenix: YES!!!

Michaels: HOW!?!?!?! HOW HAS HE DONE IT!!!

Lillehammer: Morpheus has kicked out of back to back Intonation busters. Nobody has ever done that before. Nobody.

Phoenix: Yes, but Tromboner Man has never delivered them to someone of Morpheus’ calibre before, has he?

Rik: He’s delivered them to me.

Phoenix: And did you kick out? No, I rest my case. Back of the line, traitor.

Michaels: Tromboner Man is beside himself. ABSOLUTELY exhausted. Now he has to pick himself up, and keep going. Find a way to put Morpheus down. He’s tried everything in his arsenal.

Phoenix: It’s obviously not meant to be his night.

Lillehammer: I hate to agree with you, but I think Morpheus just can’t be defeated. He could just be the best wrestler we have ever seen, and will walk out the Martinez Cup champion.

Rik: Tromboner Man weakly getting to his feet. He’s struggling to keep his balance, like that last drunk sod trying to find the last wench on the dance floor to snog.

Michaels: Yes, and he’s probably just as lost and confused as that guy too.

Phoenix: Morpheus rolls over onto his stomach, slowly. He’s wincing, he’s actually feeling a lot of pain. Tromboner Man, looking for the Spitvalve, MORPH TOSSES HIM OFF THOUGH.

Michaels: HE’S HOLDING ON TO HIS HAND, HE DRAGS HIM BACK UP, THE NIGHTMARE CONNECTS!!!

Morpheus delivers high impact Nightmare to TBM, who’s head bounces off the mat. However, in his exhaustion, Morpheus is unable to keep his position and continue the pin. Instead, his forehead collides with the mat as well.

Lillehammer: Wow… Good Lord that was powerful.

Rik: POWERFUL DOESN’T DO IT JUSTICE!!! HOW OFTEN DO YOU SEE A MOVE THAT MAKES THE PEOPLE IN THE CHEAP SEATS THINK THERE’S AN EARTHQUAKE?!?!

Michaels: Not often enough!!!

Phoenix: Morpheus isn’t moving though. COME ON MORPHEUS, IT’S AN ACADEMIC PIN!!!

Lillehammer: The referee’s checked on both men, he’s starting a count. Both men are knocked out cold!

Phoenix: It’s taken Morpheus’ own move to put him down… I think that’s a sign that TBM is done for.

Michaels: Ha, the Pyromania spirit burns brighter than that, fool. Instead of assuming this is over, why not do your job for once and call a match to a professional standard?

Rik: The referee’s called three, both men still motionless. This has certainly been a dramatic Martinez Cup match so far. Both TBM and Morpheus have given nothing but their best in the Olympic spirit my country provided them with.

Lillehammer: That’s 5, and Morpheus’ hand has just shot out, it’s touching TBM’s chest. Here’s the referee, 1…2…NO!!!!!

Phoenix: WHAT?!?!?!

Michaels: TROMBONER MAN GOT A SHOULDER UP!!! THIS IS STILL ALIVE!!!

Phoenix: I have NEVER seen Morpheus give anybody a bigger beating, and have them still come back for more.

Michaels: Morpheus just lies there face first for a moment. Tromboner Man’s momentum is carrying him slowly over to his stomach. That’s good ring awareness, he can’t be pinned with his shoulders facing the sky.

Lillehammer: Both men exhausted, struggling. They’ve both got shaky arms as they try to push themselves back up.

Rik: They’re slow, but this crowd is giving them all a good cheer in support. They’re loud, and they’re vocal.

The Rik’s comments could not be more true. Half the crowd have broken into a “MOR-PHE-US” chant, while the other half have broken into a “T-B-M” one. Both sides of the crowd seem to be challenging each other to get louder and louder, with the superstars in the ring responding, forcing themselves to their feet with every ounce of strength they have.

Michaels: And they’re up!

Phoenix: They’re not doing anything. Both are struggling to stay upright. TBM is slumping , Morpheus’s knee is shaking. They can’t have much left in them. YOU HAVE TO FINISH THIS NOW MORPHEUS!!!

Rik: They keep staring each other down… AND THEY’VE COLLAPSED INTO EACH OTHER!!!

Michaels: Exhaustion has got the better of them both, and they’re now supporting each other’s body weight. This isn’t a tie up, it’s more of a… a…

Lillehammer: Weak gay cuddle.

Michaels: Weak embrace… OH THAT SCOUNDREL!!!!

Phoenix: MORPHEUS HAS TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF THIS!!!! HE’S SNAPPED TBM ONTO HIS SHOULDERS!!!

Rik: HERE IT COMES!!! ANOTHER DREAM VOTREX NO!!!!!!!!!!

Michaels: HOW???!!!!!

Lillehammer: TROMBONER MAN’S USED THE MOMENTUM TO SWING HIMSELF TO HIS FEET, AND LIFT MORPHEUS INTO A CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB POSITION!!!

Michaels: HE’S NOT WASTING TIME EITHER!!! HE NAILS HIM WITH THE PILEDRIVER FROM THE CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB POSITION!!!!

Rik: WOW!!!! THAT THERE… WE HAVE NEVER SEEN TBM USE THAT BEFORE, BUT HE’S FINALLY BROUGHT IT OUT!!! THAT’S THE HAEMOGLOBIN!!!!

Phoenix: TROMBONER MAN LIES FACE FIRST ON THE MAT, EXHAUSTED!!! HE’S GOT NOTHING LEFT!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!

Michaels: HE’S CRAWLING!!! HE’S CRAWLING OVER TO MORPHEUS!!!! A SIMPLE HAND ON HIS CHEST IS ENOUGH FOR THE REFEREE…1…2…3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The referee is up like lightning to call for the bell, as silence overcomes the announce desk. The crowd goes absolutely berserk, with every man and his dog who wasn’t on their feet jumping up to them in the process. In the middle of the ring, an exhausted Morpheus and an exhausted Tromboner Man continue to lie there, motionless, TBM’s hand still on Morpheus’ chest. Confetti starts to fall from the ceiling, both red and orange, as Big Bad Voodoo Daddy’s “Mambo Swing” plays. The moment is broken up by the two men with arena microphones.

Speaker: Holy cow dude… What just happened?

Announcer: I’ll tell you what just happened. Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner, and your Martinez Cup Champion for Altered Reality Six… TROMBOOOOOOOOOOONER MAAAAAAAAAN!!!!

Tromboner Man (4.80 APS + 2.5 Vote = 7.30 Total)
Morpheus (4.81 APS + 1.2 Vote = 6.01 Total)[/i]

Michaels: You… you know what this means, don’t you Bobby.

Lillehammer: You’re now a Martinez Cup champion in the company of a Madcore?

Michaels: Madcore…. Wait, no, I don’t care about that. What’s more important is… Pyromania has another Martinez Cup champion!!! And what an epic way for him to become the Martinez Cup champion.

Rik: That really was something special. Both men really were nothing short of courageous, determined, and above all else, incredible.

Phoenix: The wrong man won.

Michaels: Come on, appreciate the battle, not your misguided alliance. Morpheus gave everything he had, he left nothing to chance, and on the night, it took every ounce of Tromboner Man’s being to deny him what on any other night could have been his for the taking.

Lillehammer: The evidence of what both men have done is right there, in the ring, Tromboner Man still hasn’t moved, Morpheus still looks at the lights.

As Robert says this, Tromboner Man starts to stir in the ring. It becomes clear as he forces his way into a seated position that he hasn’t been just staring at the mat. Rather, his blood shot eyes, and tears running down his face speak a million words. The referee comes over, and helps him to his feet, raising his arm in victory.

Rik: This match had all the ingredients of a classic, and that’s what it will go down in the books as. A classic tussle between two of the best we will ever see.

Phoenix: I guess I can appreciate that. Morpheus is starting to stir now. He’s looks… well… this is a look I’ve never seen from him. It’s not a look of defeat, a look of regret, or even frustration. It’s more a… calm look. Acceptance of the result. This, this isn’t how an Insanity superstar looks after a loss.

Lillehammer: But this is how the Pyromania superstars look after victory.

The locker room begins to pour out. The pYromania General Manager cYnical leads the charge, followed by White Falcon. Closely behind them is Tromboner Man’s best friend, Styxx. More and more superstars run down the ramp, Mr. Golden, Christian Parkes, Daniel Purser, Seth Omega, Dick Dynamo, Eric Scorpio, Ken Ryans. Superstars swamp the International Heavyweight Champion, and more continue to come, ignoring their rivalries, hatred and spite for those that may be in the crowd. They all have one thing on their mind. As the Pyromania locker room pours out, with much less fanfare arrives the three other members of the Awakened, Steve Storme, Azreal and Ultramarcus.[/i]

Michaels: When Pyromania wins, we win together. Not only has Pyromania won the Martinez Cup, they’ve also won Altered Reality 6. With a score of 4-3, they win back the flagship brand title.

Phoenix: Crap…

Lillehammer: Well over due!!! Never should have been lost!

Rik: Tromboner Man’s lost in the mob now. They’ve all tried to congratulate him… NOPE, there he is!! They’ve lifted him up onto their shoulders. Styxx and White Falcon have him on their shoulders.

Phoenix: He’s not content with that though, he’s seen Morpheus still sitting on the ground. He’s hopped down, and goes to help him up.

LILLEHAMMER: But he refuses. Morpheus has just pushed him away, and allows Storme and Ultramarcus to pick him up. Storme ignoring his firing earlier tonight to support his friend. He must have snuck back in, I can’t see Master Chief being too happy about that.

Michaels: Very very unsporting!! But you can’t say you don’t expect more from an Insanity scum.

Phoenix: And look who’s coming down the ramp, and what they’ve got.

Lillehammer: Damion Kross and Christian G. Smitten. Here they come. And with them, the Martinez Cup.

Tromboner Man stares at TBM, with the rest of the Pyromania roster standing behind him. Storme, Azreal and Ultramarcus flank Morpheus, staring TBM and Pyromania down.

Rik: An intense stare down in the ring. We have security in here now, ushering the Pyromania Superstars and the Awakened out of the ring, clearing it for the Martinez Cup ceremony.

Lillehammer: Something the Pyromania superstars are all too willing to do. I don’t know why we need so many security guards out here for it though.

Michaels: Because they’re dealing with Pyromania superstars, Bobby. The flagship superstars of LPW. Officially!!!

Phoenix: Rub it in, why don’t you?

Michaels: Well, if you insist, Failsanity comrade. I certainly hope your facist losing party enjoys their beetroot juice in celebration of their glorious capitulation.

Rik: Drew, shut it, there’s something up here.

Michaels: Wait… these aren’t the regular security guards… they’ve taken off their shirts… They’re all wearing Awakened T-Shirts[/i].

Lillehammer: This isn’t a good sign for TBM. This could go sour. The Awakened have hired a team of Security guards, who outnumber the Pyromania roster 2-1.

Phoenix: The Awakened have Smitten and Kross surrounded. Kross is still weak from his beating he took from cYnical earlier tonight. Storme seems to be all too happy with this situation. He steals the Martienz Cup out of Damion Kross’ hands!!!

Michaels: Morpheus, the general of the operation in the ring, he’s only too happy with this. Security guards are restraining Kross and Smitten. They’re furious. The crowd is booing at the top of their lungs. TBM is in total shock. He… I…

Storme brings the Martinez Cup into the ring, with Ultramarcus and Azreal close behind. Morpheus leans over the ropes and calls for a microphone, with many Pyromania superstars trying to grab his arm to pull him over. However, the security detail do their job in restraining them.

Rik: This is a sick act… The Awakened never planned on leaving here tonight without the Martinez Cup, and they’re about to make sure they’ve got it in their closet.

Lillehammer: Cowards, unsporting cowards!!!

The crowd continues to boo loudly. Morpheus looks over the crowd with a huge grin on his face, while TBM just looks utterly confused. Storme, Azreal and Ultramarcus all have wicked grins on their face as the leader of the Awakened begins to speak.

Morpheus: Teebs… I gotta hand it to you. That was one hell of a match. You deserve everything anyone says about you, as long as it’s nice. But, I’m sorry, I couldn’t stand back, and let the Martinez Cup get presented the wrong way.

Michaels: The wrong way? As in, to the winner? You thieving bastard Morpheus, this isn’t an accolade you should mess with!!! If you steal the Martinez Cup, you can bet the hell storm that will come down upon you will be nothing compared to the ass kicking you’ll get from me!

Morpheus: And I’m sure my three friends here would like to see the Martinez Cup presented to one of their own as well. As you can see, this is a bit inevitable.

Tromboner Man exhaustedly puts his arms up to fight, but Morpheus laughs slyly.

Morpheus: Come on Teebs. There’s no need for that. You’ve proven your point with your fists already. Let me prove mine with my mouth.

Rik: And your money, and your connections, and your decit! This is an abomination of the Martinez Cup and all it stands for!!!

Morpheus: So, could everybody please join me, in congratulating YOUR Martinez Cup champion for 2012, representing the Awakened…

Michaels: I think I’m going to be sick.

Lillehammer: Wait a minute…

Morpheus: Tromboner Man[/i].

Steve Storme walks over to Tromboner Man and hands him the Martinez Cup. Tromboner Man can hardly believe it that his hands are finally on the cup. On the outside of the ring, the Pyromania superstars relax a little bit, however, some notable faces in the mass are notably outraged. Damion Kross is furious, as is cYnical. Azreal and Ultramarcus both shake TBM’s hand before Morpheus walks in and gives TBM a big hug!

Phoenix: Wait…

Lillehammer: It was bleedingly obvious the whole time. Tromboner Man has always been a sleeper member of the Awakened. It’s so clear now why TBM and Morpheus wanted this Martinez Cup… It meant the cup was going to the Awakened.

Michaels: But… does that mean he’s also a sleeper member of Insanity? Has Pyromania actually won?

Tromboner Man cuts away from the embrace of Morpheus, with the Microphone in his hand. He looks out over the crowd, and the Pyromania roster, before beginning to speak.

Tromboner Man: WOAH!!!!!! It’s so good to be able to say it… to be able to be open about it. Tromboner Man was a Pyromania member of the Awakened!!! WOOT!!!

Morpheus: Teebs, this… just…

Tromboner Man: Morph, please! TBM is speaking!! He has to talk to his other team mates. The team mates from Pyromania.

Morpheus puts up his hands and steps back, allowing TBM his moment in the spot light.

Tromboner Man: Wow… guys… seriously, this Cup. This Martinez Cup… this doesn’t just belong to TBM. This is OURS!!! It’s PYROMANIA’S!!! The Orange boys are closing the gap, one Altered Reality at a time, and whoever it is that fights for it at Altered Reality 7 is going to have to work super duper ridiculously hard. But tonight… TONIGHT WE ARE WINNERS!!! PY-RO-MA-N-I-A!!! PY-RO-MA-N-I-A!!! PY-RO-MA-N-I-A!!!

The crowd starts to join in the celebration chant with Tromboner Man, as does the roster. With the chant growing louder and louder, Tromboner Man jumps up onto the turnbuckles and raises the Martinez Cup high above his head.

Michaels: So… he might have been Awakened, but Tromboner Man was still Pyromania to the end.

Phoenix: It’s a dangerous sign. The Awakened are devastating on Insanity, now there’s no telling what they can do with a Pyromania arm.

Rik: Not to mention both of the top titles, AND the Martinez Cup. AND one of the number one contenders.

Lillehammer: You forget though, LPW gets turned on it’s head at Homecoming.

Michaels: It does, but with all the power the Awakened holds at the moment, that’s a scary prospect.

Phoenix: Azreal hands Morpheus his World Heavyweight Championship. There’s a bit of a tense moment there, Azreal’s won the right to challenge for it at Homecoming, but this moment is all about Tromboner Man.

Lillehammer: He receives the International Heavyweight Championship from Ultramarcus. He’s now holding both his possessions high above his head for the world to see.

Rik: The Awakened are leaving the ring, Tromboner Man’s continuing to pose in the ring, as the crowd continues to chant. This is a moment that will go down in history.

Michaels: A Pyromania moment. TBM’s jumped down and is sliding out of the ring, joining his Awakened team mates, and heading back up the ramp. Folks, we are now out of time. It’s been a night of life changing events, they don’t call it Altered Reality for nothing.

Phoenix: Reunions, firings, new allegiances.

Rik: And a new flagship brand.

Lillehammer: However, the main talking point is sure to be this. Arguably the greatest tag team wrestler of all tie has etched his name onto the cup of the immortals, and joins the ranks of SoL, Pen, a Misfit and cYnical as one of the greatest wrestlers of all time. Once considered a flash in the pan, he’s now a Martinez Cup champion.

Michaels: For Blazing Phoenix, Richard “The Rik” Davis, and Robert Lillehammer, I’m Drew Michaels, and I’m proud to call myself a Pyromaniac. Good night!!!

At the top of the stage, as Morpheus, Azreal, Storme and Ultramarcus walk backstage, Tromboner Man turns around and raises the cup once more to the crowd. The smile on his face can’t be wiped off as he turns around and disappears backstage, with the screens fading out to the logo.