Phoenix: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Homecoming! Tonight every superstar on the roster is up for grabs in the 2012 LPW Draft!

Rik: Not to mention, we have some big matches, starting off with a Hardcore Championship match between Cyborg Lincoln and James McDaygo!

Phoenix: Lincoln's been having a rough patch, with several opponents taking advantage of his robotic weaknesses. Can he turn that around, or will our lovable drunkard take home the gold?

Lillehammer: And then our #1 Contender for the tag team championships CraZe teams with Daientine and puts his shot up against one of the most impressive tag teams in recent years in Sixx Karat Gold!

Michaels: We have one man as Tag Team Champion, and one man as Tag Team Championship #1 contender. A weird moment in LPW history.

Phoenix: Following that we have one of the most unusual match-ups in LPW history as Jeff Watson takes on Scruffy the Janitor!

Lillehammer: A personal vendetta from Scruffy puts him in a match with a man who doesn't even want to compete tonight.

Michaels: Next up we have a Triple Threat match between the recently returned Ryan James, the recently returned Al and the returning Andy Savana!

Rik: A lot of people with a point to prove. I'm looking forward to it.

Lillehammer: Then we've got a Western States Heritage Championship match between Seth Omega and Xander Kross!

Phoenix: And a United States Championship match between Ultramarcus and Damien Blaze!

Rik: Nigel Vanderbilt answered Phantom Lord's Open Challenge to make our next match a reality.

Michaels: And our main event pits Steve Storme against Pyromania GM cYnical! If Storme wins, we'll welcome him home to Pyromania!

Lillehammer: Enough talking, let's get this show on the road!

The entire LPW roster is crammed into a backstage conference room. On a platform at the front of the room, the brand's General Managers are each seated at a table with their assistants. Between them stands Damion Kross. Kross clears his throat and the roster settles down.

Kross: Gentlemen, and ladies, welcome to Homecoming, and the 2012 LPW Draft. To ensure you're all aware of the rules, everyone is eligible. Every superstar, every champion, even the general manager...

As Kross says this, half the people in the room give cYnical a sidelong glance.

Kross: If you're active, you're eligible, and I expect this draft to be full of surprises. Since they won at Altered Reality, the first pick goes to Pyromania.

Kross steps off the platform and leaves the room while cYnical adjusts his microphone and adjusts the paper in front of him. He leans over and chats with Christian G. Smitten for a moment while the roster settles down.

Phoenix: While we're waiting, I'm Blazing Phoenix, and along with Pyromania commentator Robert Lillehammer, we'll be giving our opinions as the draft goes on.

cYnical: Well then let us begin. Pyromania's first draft pick may surprise some of you, but he is a proven superstar with Pyromania loyalties. He will prove very useful in the near future. The first overall pick in the draft, Seth Omega!

Seth stands up on his chair and flips the bird to the rest of the roster before calling out “Good choice” and siting back down. Master Chief scratches a name from his list before laughing.

Lillehammer: You can't fault that pick from cYnical, Seth might be volatile, but he's dangerous and talented.

Phoenix: Add in the possibility of becoming Western States Heritage Champion tonight, and he was a top-rated draft pick for sure.

Master Chief: Let's hope he's a more trust-worthy member of Pyromania's roster than he was on Insanity.

cYnical: He will be.

Master Chief: If you say so. On the positive side, you've left me to take my top rated superstar. He's proven his loyalty to his brand, as well as his skills in the ring. He is your LPW Tag Team Champions, Azreal!

Phoenix: And a strong return volley from Master Chief. On top of being the sole holder of the tag team belts, as well as the #1 Contender for the World Heavyweight Championship, Azreal did his best and almost succeeded in leading Insanity to victory at Altered Reality.

Lillehammer: He tried and failed, Phoenix, but he's a very strong choice anyway.

cYnical: My next choice is in the best interests of the brand, securing our biggest asset. Pyromania takes her GM, me!

Lillehammer: An unsurprising pick, but a good one. Keeping cYnical home and ensuring that Pyromania keeps her General Manager.

Master Chief: Insanity's next pick goes for an LPW Hall of Famer, Grand Slam Champion and Pyromania's supposed savior, White Falcon!

cYnical's hands clench into fists, but he forces a smile on his face and continues.

cYnical: A grave loss for Pyromania. To make up for it, Pyromania picks the man who won Altered Reality for her, the International Heavyweight Champion and Martinez Cup holder, Tromboner Man!

Lillehammer: The International Heavyweight Championship stays on Pyromania, along with one of it's most dominant champions in history.

Phoenix: As a competitor, and as a person, it's hard to get a better pick than Tromboner Man.

Master Chief: Well then, Insanity uses it's third pick on the World Heavyweight Champion, Morpheus!

Phoenix: The record-setting reign for Morpheus' World Heavyweight Championship will continue on Insanity, and Awakened's Insanity contingent remains strong.

cYnical: Despite my personal issues with the man, Pyromania's next pick has proven himself time and time again. Eddie B.!

Lillehammer: Coming off of possibly the most dominant performance in Altered Reality history, Eddie B. easily secures a top 10 spot in the LPW draft.

Phoenix: Honestly, I'm surprised he fell this far.

Master Chief: Insanity will take the recently revitalized Nigel Vanderbilt!/B]

Phoenix: This time last year, this would be a major surprise pick, but consider Nigel's quick climb through the ranks, and his new alliance with Master Chief, this was bound to happen.

cYnical: This man returned at Altered Reality to fight for Insanity, and he impressed. Pyromania is the home that will push Al to new heights!

Lillehammer: After pushing Xander Kross to the limit, Al might get another chance to finish the job as he's drafted to Pyromania.

Master Chief: With the 10th pick of the draft, Insanity takes the United States Champion, Ultramarcus!

Phoenix: Another strong pick, keeping the United States Championship safely in Insanity. It also ensures that the Awakened will remain a powerful force on Insanity.

Lillehammer: That wraps up the first ten picks of the LPW draft. Stay tuned, we'll be back soon.

“Sun Music” by Charles Hamilton hits the airwaves to an uncharacteristically warm reception as 2012 LPW Owner's Cup Champion Eddie B. saunters into the frame of the entrance way. With the Owner's Cup in tow, Eddie, dressed in street clothes looks around the crowd before focusing on the ring and proceeding towards it.

Michaels: Seems like we're being joined by an unexpected guest in the form of Eddie B. I wonder what he has to say, he isn't scheduled to compete or anything.

Lillehammer: I'm sure that sticks in the young man's craw. He's as competitive as it gets and with the close loss from Altered Reality...

Michaels: Interestingly enough, I don't think it's as much of a loss as most think. He almost beat ten people by himself and was clearly the most effective man in the match.

Lillehammer: But, he didn't win. So he's upset.

Eddie places the Owner's Cup in the ring, grabs a chair from ringside and a live microphone before he rolls into the squared circle with the items. He unfolds the chair, sets it in the middle of the ring and after moving the Owner's Cup closer to him, sits down and slouches in the chair, sitting with his ankles crossed and looking very much nonchalant and aloof. He exhales before scratching his left cheek and speaking.

Eddie: With election season in full effect, citizens of the United States are waiting with bated breath as to what the future holds. But while I do intend to vote, let it be said that my chief concern currently lies with my place of employment. Altered Reality has come and gone, we've got people switching brands and all that jazz so clearly changes are coming. So where does this leave LPW? Who will be the guy that tells you all where we go from here?

Eddie looks to his Owner's Cup and back out to the crowd before speaking.

Eddie: I know Tromboner Man has some things to say, but given that his speech will be garbled with his mouth on Morpheus' dick and all, we probably won't get anything worthwhile out of him. Morph is locked in a 69-er with TBM so he's a bit busy. Marcus is too busy sulking like a bitch. Purser is largely insignificant, Storme doesn't have a job, but he will right around the time cYnical has a job, if you get what I mean and Azreal's too occupied with diddling Morph and Lacey so let me tell you how things really are. Consider this a state of the federation address.

A good bit of the crowd cheers, as they expect a shoot. The majority of the crowd is unsure what to make of it, but their reaction is enough to show interest in Eddie's words.

Lillehammer: This will be either really good, or really bad.

Michaels: Well, Eddie does have a reputation in some circles as a bit of a whiny bitch but maybe there might be something to this tirade he's about to go on.

Eddie:  People seem to think that there are even brighter days ahead. They're wrong. They have no idea what's waiting for us. All we see is Altered Reality go without any hiccups, some good moments, some not so much. People think we are completely stable because with Morpheus and Tromboner Man leading the way as the champions, the class of LPW... everything's sooo peachy and swell... it's all good in the hood when the fact is, the damn glass ceiling that people keep trying to break through is getting thicker and thicker.

This brings about a mixed reaction. Eddie scratches the bridge of his nose before he goes on.

Eddie: You see, I touched on it a bit during Altered Reality. I said that all along, we had been conditioned to believe that Morpheus and Tromboner Man had to be the Martinez Cup match we needed to see. That nothing else was possible. Now, did they tear the house down? Yeah, they had a hell of a match, no doubt. Now, did you see the end?

Did you see Morpheus and Tromboner Man standing tall, new stablemates, Martinez Cup in tow and control of the top two titles in this federation. Sure, it ended with Tromboner Man touting Pyromania and all that jazz but seriously, that entire match was nothing more than a master plan unfurling before our very eyes. The sad thing is? It was OUR plan.

The crowd reacts in a stunned manner as Eddie remains stoic.

Eddie: You don't seem to like what I'm saying... I take it the truth isn't entertaining? Or maybe it's the way I'm telling it? Newsflash, the truth is the truth, no matter how it's told. Don't like what I'm saying, excuse me while I give even less of a damn about what you think. But this? This was our doing. Much like a lot of other shit around here was. Steve Storme? We fed into his shit, we booed this mofo and that's what he's wanted all along. We fed his ego and made him the so-called super badass that he thinks he is. We see Tromboner Man and Morpheus and we honestly believe that they are just that far ahead of us.

I went back and watched all of their defenses and I can't tell you how many challengers I saw who just had that look on their face. You can't blame Boner and Morph for taking advantage of people who never believed they belonged, of people that truly didn't belong but LPW didn't care. Hell, even this damn thing beside me. I heard people complain all the time about the wacky promo shoots with the weird stipulations and yet, every damn time the sign-up sheet gets passed around, we push and shove our way to the front.

Eddie stares at the Owner's Cup and seethes before continuing.

Eddie: What people think is a star-maker? It's a burden. I am saddled with being the guy that actually makes the Owner's Cup worth fearing, worth being respected. Worth being taken seriously. And considering I'm 0-for-1 since winning the damn thing and not booked now, the Owner's Cup is just being held by a glorified fucking mid-carder. I've been in this bitch for five years now and I've never broken through. Now, I'm stuck with the thing that has set back more careers than ever… But I will be damned if this sets me back.

The crowd cheers as Eddie looks around.

Eddie: We've been punked for far too long, LPW. I'm personally sick of it and I'm actually in a position to do something about the self-fulfilling prophecy bullshit that permeates our timid little minds. Because I have that trophy. Because I have a title shot. I have a chance to do something that none of you people seem to have the balls to do. Well, there was a couple people, but they clearly lacked what they needed to make a real change.

I have what they need. I have something that LPW cannot control. I have something that cannot be molded and twisted to fit whatever stupid ass idea that LPW has. I have a fucking mind of my own, and I have a trophy that says I can fuck up LPW's perfect little world at any time. And trust me, when I use it, and it's coming sooner rather than later, the delusions of grandeur will be shattered and you'll see what LPW truly was.

The crowd cheers what Eddie is saying.

Eddie: Don't cheer me. I don't deserve to be cheered for calling it like I see it. That's just what a man is supposed to do and we've got people a little bit too scared and a little bit too concerned with stroking their own egos by bitching out Jeff Watson on a daily basis in order to see that to be quite honest with you, talented or not, LPW's got some fucking pussies in its stead. There are cowards, bitch ass, scary pieces of trash that are too scared to actually question whether what LPW gives them is what they're supposed to have, or if it's a great idea. It's not smart to have one stable dominate an entire federation... it's as if you schmucks forgot about the Illuminati, the Paragon, and so on.

It's not smart for LPW's top champions to be so closely allied.

It's not smart to protect champions with repeated instances of over matched challengers or to coddle to people because you think they've got star quality or handing over championship matches to people who didn't deserve them, like James McDaygo.

It's not smart to poison the minds of others and make them feel like they will never measure up.

It's not smart to let champions get complacent. It's not smart for the federation to get complacent and call it prosperity.

Eddie stands up and lifts his Owner's Cup in his hand.

Eddie: LPW, this is a state of emergency for one of those champions. Eddie B is coming for their championship and I'm telling you now, whoever walks into that match against me as champion, will not walk out... let alone as champion. I'm sick of being punks just like most of you. I'm sick of watching people be placed on some pedestal. It's time for a new champion. It's time for the glass ceiling to be broken, and a bastard who should have already broken it by now will do the breaking, because the rest of you are too damn helpless to do it yourselves. And when you come through that hole that I make, and you stand up against me... I want you to understand something.

I'm cleaning up your mess, and I'll be taking my payment from your ass. I'm done with letting LPW get away with what we perpetrate. I start making amends for that now, and that will end with me standing over the beaten, battered form of one of your precious little super-champions. They can call themselves the best all they want, you can treat them like they are the best all you want, you can cock-jockey them all you want, but in this federation? I'm the mother fucking dominant species and I will not hesitate to beat that into the skull and body of anyone who feels differently. Because unlike other people, I believe it to be, therefore it will be so and I dare one of these soon-to-be-former champions to do something about it.

Eddie drops the microphone as “Sun Music” by Charles Hamilton hits. Eddie scowls into the camera before he leaves as Michaels and Lillehammer are left speechless either by the power, absurdity or shock of the words spoken by the 24/7, 365 number one contender.

“Party Monsters” by the Kottonmouth Kings begins to play, and through the curtain steps James McDaygo leading Chewie, his new monkey manager, by the hand.

Announcer: The following contest is for the LPW Hardcore Championship. Introducing first, the challenger, led to the ring by Chewie… James McDaaaaaaaaygo!!!!!

Rik: Here comes our challenger, and he looks determined!

Lillehammer: Determined to what? Finish a pint? Start a drunken riot?

Rik: Determined to win the Hardcore championship.

Lillehammer: That makes sense… Of course that drunken lout would be determined to win a championship that exhibits no skill other than the ability to deliver and absorb insane amounts of punishment with no regards for the rules.

Rik: I am glad to see that you are finally showing an appreciation of the Hardcore division, Robert.

Lillehammer: Appreciation? More like…

Rik: No time for semantics now Robert, McDaygo and Chewie are doing the Electric Slide!

Lillehammer: Prisoners of war go through less torture than this when…

They are interrupted by incredibly loud static and a piercing whine reverberating through the arena. People all over the arena can be seen putting their hands over their ears trying to keep the awful noise out. After a few moments Cyborg Lincoln emerges through the curtain, still short one arm and moving very, very slowly.

Rik: Our champion seems a bit worse for wear, Robert.

Lillehammer: Worse for wear? He looks like he just climbed off of the scrap heap.

Rik: I’m not sure if you noticed, but McDaygo has already picked up a steel chair while awaiting Lincoln’s arrival.

Lillehammer: At least he’s not pretending that this is a wrestling match.

As Lincoln step through the ropes McDaygo begins to beat him mercilessly with the chair as the bell rings.

Rik: Well, we are under way and James McDaygo is destroying Lincoln with those chair shots, though he doesn’t seem to be feeling any pain.

Lillehammer: Probably because he’s a cyborg.

Rik: At this point I have counted 27 shots directly to Cyborg Lincoln’s skull. I’m not sure how he’s still standing!

Lillehammer: Again, he’s a cyborg.

Rik: McDaygo seems to be wearing himself out. Those shots are coming in slower and without near the impact that they had before… Wait! Lincoln has him by the throat! How is he even conscious?!

Lillehammer: Once again, he’s a cy… What’s the use? I give up… I have no idea Rik.

Rik: Wait, Chewie just pulled a metal plate off the back of Cyborg Lincoln’s head! Lincoln has let McDaygo out of his grasp as he now focuses on the monkey.

Lillehammer: I feel privileged to be watching such a classic…

Rik: Cyborg Lincoln is chasing Chewie around the ring while James McDaygo catches his breath and… Drinks whiskey?

Lillehammer: Maybe he’ll share… I know I need a drink.

Rik:[/B] McDaygo just spit that whiskey into the back of Cyborg Lincoln’s head! Look at the sparks! Now his head is on fire!

Lillehammer: Down goes Lincoln! I wonder if John Wilkes Boothe said that?

Rik: Lincoln is on the mat with his head in flames, and McDaygo goes for the cover by placing his boot on his chest.

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Rik: McDaygo has done it!!!

James McDaygo (3.78 APS + 2.3 Vote = 6.08 Total)
Cyborg Lincoln (0 APS + 0.1 Vote = 0.1 Total)

McDaygo throws his arms up as the Referee hands him the LPW Hardcore title. He hugs it close to his chest before holding it above his head. McDaygo then whistles and Chewbacca jumps in the ring with a microphone in his hand.

McDaygo Come on Chewie, give daddy the microphone.

Chewbacca just looks at McDaygo and attempts to put the head of the phone in his mouth.

McDaygo: NO! BAD MONKEY! You don’t know where that has been, boring people might have touched it.

McDaygo starts to stalk up to the monkey before Chewie runs around the ring with McDaygo in chase. The crowd starts to break off into a “Run Chewie Run” chant before McDaygo stops running and reaches into his shorts and pulls out a Banana. He crouches low and Chewie runs right to him and trades the microphone for the banana.

McDaygo: Demon seed he is, but I love that little bastard and before you all ask Yes,I just wrestled with a banana in my pants…. Don’t judge me.

McDaygo looks down at the title in his arm and a tear starts to form before he looks back at the crowd.

McDaygo: Finally I did it. My first single title in a major company, the first of many I will add and before I get down to business I want to give my shout outs to the people that helped me get here. First of all ‘Page, you took two knuckle heads in Peter and I into your instruction and helped hone our games. It took a while for those lessons to settle in but hey fast to move, slow to learn… Thanks for the lessons my friend and I hope to do you proud. To Peter, you stepped away from the ring but you always had my back through all the bullshit. To the ladies at the Body Shop for making me feel like a god among men and well to me for following the desire to come back.

McDaygo takes a breath and nodes his head.

McDaygo: OK now that the emotional stuff is pushed to the side, it is time to handle business. While I may have not been paying too much or any attention to what was happening when I was supposed to be the backstage interview dude I did notice that LPW isn’t a fun place to be. Brand wars, Martial law, not enough boozy rooms… Well I’ve had enough so I am starting my own war… the war against BORING. In homage to the Fun Police of old… Oh snap didn’t think I knew my LPW history did you? But as I was saying in homage to them, I have formed an army to make LPW fun again. And what is more fun than throwing a splash of chaos into the mix? Well… what is more fun that you can do legally and not spend a fortune? Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to present the KoC.

"Super Duper Man" by Toy Box blasts as Pope Fred and Roseanne step through the curtains. Pope Fred has a lawn flamingo over his shoulder as he storms down to the ring and gets right into McDaygo’s face.

Rik: Well our new Hardcore champion was about to make an announcement and it looks like Pope Fred, a former Hardcore champion, is trying to make a claim at the champs belt.

Fred and McDaygo trade serious angry looks which slowly turn into smirks and both men start laughing before Fred and McDaygo raises the Microphone.

McDaygo: and Ladies and Gentlemen Pope Fred with the premature entrance! I have recruited five warriors in this war. Four are here tonight with me and the last is a mystery, and since he is already out here I give you the master of flamingos, Pope Fred. Now let me introduce the rest of us… I give you the man that is both brains and brawn… “Professor” Big B. Brown! I give you the man that has the cash to finance all of our chaotic plots and is nut ball in his own right, Mr. “Suck My Balls” Ozzy Crerar and every group of friends needs that “beer bitch”… Paul Brooks! I’m just messing with you Paul.

Big B. Brown, Ozzy Crerar and Paul Brooks all come down to the ring as McDaygo surveys the crowd.

McDaygo: LPW, along with our mystery member I give you three new tag teams to help spice up the desperately needed Tag division. I know what you’re thinking, “your all on the same side” and I say so what? Some of my favorite fights have been with my allies. Battle just gets the blood pumping. Yes these are my allies but we will face each other too for that is the laws of Chaos. LPW You will be fun again. I don’t care what it takes… This war has just begun… LONG LIVE THE KINGS!

Phoenix: Welcome back to the 2012 LPW Draft.

cYnical: With Pyromania's double pick, we will take the Western States Heritage Champion, Xander Kross and the LPW PURE Champion, Daniel Purser!

Lillehammer: Two picks, two championships secured for Pyromania. Cynical is really showing how a thinking man approaches a draft.

Phoenix: With Seth Omega being taken earlier on, that means that every Pyromania championship is going back home.

Lillehammer: Excellent, now let's see if we take one of yours.

Master Chief: Insanity will take Bobino and the new LPW Hardcore Champion, James McDaygo!

Phoenix: Bobino has been really stepping up his game lately, and McDaygo has had one hell of a show so far. He won the LPW Hardcore Championship and revealed his own stable, the Kings of Chaos.

cYnical: Pyromania takes Ryan James and Big B. Brown!

Lillehammer: In a single stroke, cYnical picks up two rising stars and makes McDaygo cry.

Phoenix: James is fresh off a victory over Jeff Watson at Altered Reality, and looks to defeat Al and Andy Savana later tonight while Brown was part of the Deathcube and was on the winning team at Altered Reality. Two very nice choices for Pyromania.

Master Chief: Insanity picks Damien Blaze and The Mighty Dyno Might!

Phoenix: Damien has been nothing short of impressive in recent weeks, and is hoping to cap that off tonight with the United States Championship. Meanwhile, Dyno Might is an exciting young superstar, and the sky could be the limit for him in the future.

cYnical: Now then, there are two incredible sleeper picks for Pyromania.

Christian G. Smitten leans over and whispers in his boss' ear.

cYnical: No, not him. If he comes, so does she... We'll take X and Styxx!

Lillehammer: Two future Hall of Famers, two Grand Slam champions and two seriously impressive picks for Pyromania! The post-Homecoming landscape just changed quite a bit in Pyro's favor!

Phoenix: It's hard to argue with that, Robert. 

"That Golden Rule" by Biffy Clyro sounds throughout the arena as Mr. Golden makes his way down to the ring. Golden stirs up the audience as he walks down the ramp and he finally slides into the ring.

Announcer: The following contest is a tag-team match scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring, from Galway, Ireland, weighing in at 214 lbs... MISSTTERRRRRRR GOOOLDEEEEEN!

Lillehammer: And here is the man who was robbed at Altered Reality, Mr. Golden. Pyromania had that match in the bag and that glittery vampire robbed Golden and he robbed Pyromania!

Rik: I don't know what match you were watching but -

Lillehammer: Oh shut up traitor. You don't know what you're talking about.

"Save Our Souls" by Motley Crue replaces Golden's music as his tag-team partner, Sixx King, makes his entrance.

Announcer: And his tag-team partner, from the Sunset Strip in Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 242 lbs... this is SIXXX KIIINNGG!

Sixx slides into the ring and spits out a substance from his mouth that looks like blood much to the disgust of the audience.

Lillehammer: And here's another great Pyromania prospect who will be sure to shut up the morons from Insanity in this match.

Rik: I'm just trying to figure out what he just spat out.

"Get Up" by Skrillex ft. Korn blasts through the arena as Daientine makes his way out onto the entrance ramp to a chorus of cheers from the audience.

Announcer: And their opponents, first, he is from Ostwode, Elysia, weighing in at 295 lbs... DAAIIIIEENTIIINE!

Lillehammer: No comment. This man's an absolute freak.

"Doctor Doctor" by UFO hits as fan-favorite CraZe makes his way out to the ring.

Announcer: And his tag-team partner, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 184 lbs... CRAAAZE!

CraZe slides into the ring and joins his partner, Daientine, who is immediately thrown out of the ring by Mr. Golden.

Lillehammer: And the match has started! Great tactic by Mr. Golden, such an admirable man!

Rik: Sixx has gone on the attack on CraZe, raining down on him with a few blows. Sixx pulls him up to his feet and CraZe counters with a shot to the midsection.

Lillehammer: Cheap shot. Trust an Insanity wrestler to take such a repulsive shortcut.

Rik: CraZe hits Sixx with a hard elbow shot and runs to the ropes. He bounces off the ropes and gets up on Sixx looking for a head scissor takedown. Whoa... he's still spinning. I'm getting dizzy just watching this.

Lillehammer: That head-scissor takedown would have impressed me if he weren't an Insanity loser.

Rik: CraZe running to the ropes again. He springboards off and flies through the air landing an impressive legdrop on Sixx! He goes for the cover, 1, 2... kick out!

Lillehammer: Nope. Still not impressed.

Rik: CraZe pulling Sixx up to his feet but Sixx hits him with a hard shot to the midsection and runs over to his corner to tag in Mr. Golden.

Lillehammer: Come on, Golden, show him why Pyromania is the superior brand!

Rik: Golden charges at CraZe but CraZe ducks the oncoming assault and nails him with a kick to the midsection. He follows this up with a wicked facebuster!

CraZe riles up the crowd after hitting a big-impact move and the audience responds to this.

Lillehammer: Amateur move. CraZe's taking too much time pandering to the audience.

Rik: Golden back up to his feet and he nails CraZe with a clothesline. He grounds him with a few shots to the head before locking in a front chancery.

Lillehammer: Ring the bell! This one's over!

Rik: Not quite, friend. CraZe's slowly getting up to his feet and he hits Golden with a shot to the midsection. CraZe follows this up with a jawbreaker and he dives to his partner and makes the tag!

Lillehammer: Daientine looks pissed. This could only work in favor for Golden.

Rik: Daientine goes for a clothesline but Golden ducks it and nails him with a harsh European uppercut!

Lillehammer: That's ma boy! Get him, Golden!

Rik: Golden's got Daientine and nails him with a sick Facebreaker DDT. He's standing over his opponent now - oof! He just leveled CraZe on the apron with a cheap shot!

Lillehammer: Ha! Now CraZe's gonna let his anger get the better of him.

Rik: CraZe into the ring and hits Golden with a running assault.

Lillehammer: Get in there Sixx!

Rik: Sixx into the ring to help out his partner and he hits CraZe with a kick to the head. He picks him up and hits a quick snap DDT.

Lillehammer: Golden and Sixx are taking out the garbage now!

Rik: They've tossed out CraZe as if he was yesterday's trash and now look at the fallen Daientine. Sixx goes back to his corner as Golden waits for Daientine to get to his feet. Golden grabs him and sets him up - GOLD RUSH! That's gotta be it!

Lillehammer: Did you see the way he landed?

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Lillehammer: Golden gets the win!

Mr. Golden and Sixx King (4.0 + 3.83 APS + 2.3 Vote = 10.13 Total)
CraZe and Daientine (3.7 + 0 APS + 0.2 Vote = 3.9 Total)

Golden sits up with a smirk on his face as Sixx joins him in the center of the ring to celebrate. "That Golden Rule" by Biffy Clyro" sounds throughout the arena once again signaling his victory.

Announcer: Here are your winners... SIXX KARAT GOLD!

Rik: That was a great win from the newly formed team of Golden and Sixx. I sure want to see more of this team in the future.

Lillehammer: But you won't because you're on Insanity now. Idiot.

As the referee raises the hands of Sixx and Golden the Irishman calls for a mic. A crew member quickly brings a couple to the ring and as Golden collects his he leans on the top rope, staring straight into the camera. Sixx walks casually behind him, swinging his mic back and forth before steadying to talk.

Sixx: Two matches together, two victories. No, two statements. And here's another statement, as the new number one contenders for the tag titles I'm issuing an open invitation for anyone to band together and try and take them off us. Step up and show you're not an afterthought, but be prepared to be put straight back down....

Golden straightens up from off the ropes, his eyes never leaving the camera and begins to pace around the ring.

Golden: Not so long ago I came to the realization that within the business we're in it's very easy to get overlooked. Easy to be forgotten, passed by...plain and simple stepped on.

The road to the top is a long and arduous one, but when hurdle after hurdle is placed in your way many people become disheartened. They think that the end will never be in sight. That no matter how hard they try their efforts are wasted.

The sad truth is, that for some people this will be the case. But then I had a revelation, a moment that will define myself and those around me, a thought that will undeniable sculpt the future. As I stand on this road, this path way to the top where so many are lost, it came to me like a bolt from the sky.

You can not ignore what you can't stop. And you can't stop us.

Sixx steps to the forefront as an evil grin plays across his lips.

Sixx: Some of you will ramble on about how you're happy to be here getting paid to do what you love... Others are content to take whatever opportunities that others deem them worthy of... We are not those people. We will not stand idly by while others take what should rightfully belong to us. We will not smile and play nice with those who would hold us down in hope that they will see our talent. We will not settle for less than what we deserve so the chosen ones can waste chance after chance. We are through waiting our turn. As of this moment, we will take what is rightfully ours. As of this moment, we declare ourselves the future of LPW. Unfortunately for all of you... The future is now.

A knock sounds at Master Chief's door.

Master Chief: Come in.

The door opens to admit Insanity's #1 draft pick, Azreal who is wearing one tag team championship over each shoulder and carrying a folder.

Master Chief: Oh, hello Azreal. Have a seat.

Azreal: You wanted to talk to me, Chief?

Master Chief: Yes, you see, with Storme currently unemployed, the tag team championships have left me in a predicament.

Azreal: I fail to see the issue. There were two champions, one was fired, now there is one.

Master Chief: Hence the problem, you can't have a one-man tag team.

Azreal: Well obviously, but that's not the issue here. The issue here is that you have one man as tag team champions, and that is something we can have.

Master Chief: I don't want to do this, Azreal. You're a good man to have as champion, and you've done the brand proud. Unfortunately, I don't have a choice, when I fired Steve Storme, it voided your championship contracts. You may have the belts, but you are not the champion.

Smiling, Azreal lays his folder on the table and slides it to Chief.

Azreal: Not quite. You see, when you have a partner who is prone to irrational acts, and has a fondness for taunting authority figures, you start taking precautions. When your lawyers drafted the championship contracts, we came to an arrangement of sorts.

Master Chief: I'm not going to like where this is heading, am I?

Azreal: I'm sure you won't have a problem with it. You see, I had individual contracts drawn up for both Storme and myself, giving each of us control over the championships if the unfortunate would happen. Your legal team agreed to the provision, and so when you fired Storme, you voided his contract. Not mine.

Master Chief: So you'll hold the championships by yourself?

Azreal: That was the original intent, however, the language of the contracts gave the defending rights to “Alexander Dukov and his partner”. That seemingly irrelevant piece of language gives me one very, very big loop-hole.

Master Chief: What's that?

Azreal: “And partner”, Chief. No name, no descriptors. The LPW Tag Team Championships can be defended by myself and my partner.

Master Chief: Well... Who's that?

Azreal: Whoever I want it to be. I can use anyone as my tag partner for any show, and all of them can be used to help me defend the titles.

Master Chief: Now wait just a minute! We can't go around handing a new superstar a tag title reign every show!

Azreal: Relax Chief, I've covered that. In order for them to be recognized as champion, I have to officially declare us a team. Once I do that, they are the ONLY person that I can defend with. It's the perfect arrangement, benefiting me without harming you. Don't try to complicate it.

Master Chief: Very well. Since you have this figured out so well, let's get a bit of future booking going. Next Insanity, you will be defending your tag team championships, who will be your partner?

Azreal: The best man for the job, Chief. Morpheus.

Master Chief: Very well. You're dismissed.

Azreal nods and leaves the room while Chief jots down some notes.

Announcer: Introducing first, from Miami, Florida... Special Agent Jeff Watson!

“In The Air Tonight” by Nonpoint plays as Jeff Watson makes his way down to the ring.

Phoenix: Watson coming off of a series of setbacks, including tough losses to Azreal and Ryan James. With his wife escaping James' clutches, Watson was hoping for the night off tonight.

Lillehammer: Unfortunately, this match had already been booked, in what is to me, a miscarriage of justice. Watson is forced to wrestle a janitor, and an Insanity janitor at that!

Phoenix: Whether you feel it's fair or not, Watson made the challenge, and Scruffy has a legitimate grievance.

Lillehammer: I still don't like it.

Phoenix: I don't think anyone does, Robert.

Announcer: And his opponent, from backstage, Scruffy the Janitor!

Scruffy comes out without entrance music, accompanied by Lacey and April. When he reaches the top of the ramp, the girls each give him a kiss on the shoulder and head backstage. As Scruffy heads down to the ring, he puts his hat on a kid at ringside.

Phoenix: Scruffy is fighting for the respect of the backstage workers! He won't sit back while they're bullied!

Lillehammer: Liar! Scruffy just wants his name up in lights. Look at him pandering to these people.

The referee calls for the bell and Watson smirks. Walking up to Scruffy, Watson pushes him.

Phoenix: An.. unorthodox start to the match, I suppose.

Watson shoves Scruffy as hard as he can, sending him stumbling, and calls out for Scruffy to hit him.

Lillehammer: That's right, Jeff, show him what happens when you jump for the spotlight!

Phoenix: You're a sadistic... I can't say that one television.

Watson keeps taunting Scruffy, pushing him and screaming for him to fight back.

Phoenix: Is that the behavior you want from your superstars, Robert?

Finally Scruffy snaps, shoving Watson back and laying him out with a right hook to the jaw. Watson hops immediately back to his face and turns serious. They lock up and Watson powers through, sending Scruffy to the ground.

Phoenix: Scruffy finally had enough of Watson's abuse and dropped him like a rock!

Lillehammer: But Watson came back to knock the big-headed Janitor on his ass.

Phoenix: I call police brutality!

Lillehammer: Shut up Communist!

Scruffy stands back up and takes a swing and Watson, who blocks it and swings back. A few strikes later and Scruffy falls down again. A few seconds later, Scruffy climbs back to his feet, but Watson drops him with a roundhouse kick to the head.

Phoenix: This looks likes a beating...

Lillehammer: A justly deserved one, in my opinion.

Phoenix: How can you be in favor of this? This is insane!

Watson kicks the kneeling Scruffy in the side of the head and takes him to the ground, laying into him with dozens of punches.

Lillehammer: Teach the working class to stay in their places, Watson!

Phoenix: That's incredibly disturbing Robert.

The referee finally backs Watson off, keeping him at bay for long enough that Scruffy's back up.

Phoenix: Go get 'em Scruffy!

Lillehammer: What happened to impartiality, Phoenix?

Phoenix: If you're going to pick sides, then so will I. Look at the fire in Scruffy's eyes, I think Watson might be in trouble.

Lillehammer: In your dreams, Communist.

Scruffy throws the referee out of the way, tossing Watson bodily into the corner and follows up with a series of elbow strikes.

Lillehammer: Where did a Janitor learn elbow strikes?

Phoenix: For all you know, Robert, Scruffy is a hand-to-hand combat expert!

Lillehammer: Is he?

Phoenix: I have no idea! It's not like he talks about himself at all.

Scruffy lands another hard shot and wraps his hands around Watson's throat, squeezing the life out of him.

Lillehammer: So you support this, Phoenix?

Phoenix: More than police brutality. At least Scruffy is working out some of his frustrations here.

As the referee tries to pull Scruffy away, a pair of figures jump the barrier, one man and one woman.

Phoenix: Who are they?

Lillehammer: The woman is Allana, she's been hanging around backstage for a while. I guess that means the man is her partner, Mourn.

The business suited man holds down Watson as Allana handcuffs him to the corner. He then takes his pipe and strikes down upon the head of The Janitor rendering him unconscious. Boos reign from the crowd as Mourn shakes his head in disbelief and hands the pipe to Allana. Allana’s eyes go mad as she stalks Watson.

Allana: Now investigator…

A hand is laid on Allana’s shoulder that causes her to calm. He then whispers something in her ear that is responded to with a wry smile then the new man goes to ringside and politely asks for a mic and a chair. When received he thanks the ringside attendant and walks calmly back to the middle of the ring. He takes the chair and sits down calmly with his hands on his knees shaking his head. He takes a deep breath.

Mourn: Casualties. Every war has them. Some justified, some innocent, and as in this case both. I feel sorry for these two individuals having to endear a beat down by a man they have never heard of before and even more sorry that they had no preparation to such a deliberate attack, no, statement. Now, I understand that you are booing, and I understand your disappointment. But what I do not understand is your lack for change that has caused this country to become stagnant, racist and less than what it used to be.

He looks around with a disappointed look on his face.

Mourn:You sit here and root for lack of morals yet boo us for doing exactly what you want; bloodthirsty entertainment. Where the ones who are willing to be fearless and break the rules of engagement to show exactly who they are and what they are capable of? We aren’t like the rest of these hacks who stand for the old guard cashing their paychecks when seeing how you all fall for the same old shtick every PPV.

Paramedics run to ringside to attend to The Janitor but is kicked away before they enter the ring by a crazed Allana.

Mourn: I wasn’t hired for my win loss record, but I was contacted for my ability to get things done and this is exactly what we needed; something to demonstration what we are willing to do to make a change in the evolution of LPW.

When most of your poor families got together in the sack, you weren’t even planned yet you got your way with technology and amenities galore. But you still leave your home every day thinking how great life is. The first moment you have any conflict you …

Allana takes a pipe and whacks The Janitor in the ribs in succession with the next words.

cry like bitches.

Allana rolls The Janitor out of the ring where medics are waiting.

Mourn: He’ll live. But he won’t be the same. He’ll come for revenge. You will root for him to get his vengeance, but the problem is, he won’t get it because he doesn’t have the will to be more than what he is. We live, but you do not understand what living is. I was born of a home of love and given no chance at survival because I was not of a single race. I was planned and my family prosperous, but the hate coming from simple-minded people like you ruined the love that my parents gave to one another when a normal man, a man just like most of you, killed them because a dark man and a white women do not belong together. Purity is a fallacy that leads to the lack of diversity and in turn leads you to ruin.

Anger fills his eyes.

This is your freedom? Held back because we are a rarity and that scares the living hell out of you because we challenge your exact existence as a supposed pure life. We are rough, we are hungry and we will succeed no matter what you think; because we were born to be great. What of Allana’s freedom? Being born in this day and age as an Arab female is almost as bad as not being pure. She worked her ass off working for our government. Only to deny her the rank she deserved in the…

He stands up and Allana politely hands him the pipe.

Federal Bureau of Investigation.

He then walks over to the handcuffed Watson.

Watson…

He holds his chin up with the pipe staring cold at Watson.

I , Mourn Despana , I will not hurt you. Allana and I have agreed on this. You will go in peace; but only because you will be a messenger. Go to your peers, go and tell them that the evolution of man is here. That rarity is more than barely existing, it is from birth. Tell them a Rare Breed is here, at is out for what rightfully is theirs. Tell them when it’s all done, you will mourn, their, existence.

Mourn's music plays, and Allana cackles madly as they both leave the ring.

Phoenix: What the hell was that?

Lillehammer: It looks like one of LPW's new recruits wants to make a name for himself. I'm being told now the match was ruled a Disqualification, with Scruffy winning.

Scruffy the Janitor (3.83 APS + 1.3 Vote = 5.13 Total)
Jeff Watson (3.46 APS + 1.2 Vote = 4.66 Total)

Steve Storme is taping up his hands in preparation for his match when a knock sounds at the door. Without waiting for a response, the knocker opens the door.

Storme: Unless you have a drink, a contract or tits, get the fuck out.

The camera pans to show Damion Kross standing there, one eyebrow raised.

Kross: Well, I can provide one of those.

Storme straightens and turns to face the CEO.

Storme: You here to pull some corporate shenanigans, jackass?

Kross: Watch how you speak to me, boy. Master Chief may have a vendetta against you, but I am a far more dangerous adversary.

Storme turns back to his locker and continues taping up his hands.

Storme: I'm simply quivering with fear. Whatever you have to say, say it.

Kross: Your match tonight is... interesting to me. You might say I have a vested interest in the outcome.

Storme: So do I. Your point?

Kross: My point, Steven, is that I'm here to offer a 'lifeboat' if you will. A fail-safe to guarantee your future.

Storme pauses before nodding slowly.

Storme: I'm listening.

Kross: If you defeat Mr. Adams, you will receive a Pyromania contract. I'm going to offer you another deal. Win, lose or draw, if you should send Mr. Adams a message, I will personally guarantee you a Pyromania roster spot.

Storme: What message are you referring to?

Kross: Steven, I know you rather well. I know how you think, and I know what you are good at. Most importantly, I know that you are not a fool. What message do you think I would ask you to send?

A sick smile crawls across Storme's face.

Storme: The kind I love to deliver. Consider it done, Mr. Kross. After I beat cYnical, I'll pass along your message.

Speaker: Hey dudes, Andy's back!

“Bullet With Butterfly Wings” by the Smashing Pumpkins plays as Andy Savana emerges to a huge ovation from the fans.[/I]

Michaels: A very warm welcome from our Phoenix fans to the returning Savana!

Rik: Savana got taken out by a toss from the Tron by Ultramarcus, and even now he's barely cleared to compete.

Michaels: Savana is a fighter, Rik. Missing Ragnarok and Altered Reality has got to be bothering him, I'm sure he'd compete tonight even without clearance.

Speaker: and that Canadian guy, Ryan James!

“Strength in Numbers” by Times of Grace plays as James runs down to the ring under a chorus of boos.[/I]

Michaels: James coming in strong after a dominant victory over Jeff Watson at Altered Reality, and looking to continue it here.

Speaker: Last, but not least, Al!

Rik: Al pushed Xander Kross to his limit at Altered Reality, but couldn't secure the win. He's hoping to avenge that tonight.

The referee calls for the bell and Ryan James rolls out of the ring. Al and Andy lock up, with Al quickly knocking Andy down.

Rik: Al with the early advantage, dropping elbows on Andy as he struggles to rise.

Michaels: Don't forget James, he looks like he's enjoying the scene.

Andy gets to his feet and Al throws him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a Samoan drop.

Michaels: A good start from Al, keeping Andy from getting his foot in the door.

Al pulls Andy to his feet and drops him with a belly-to-belly suplex. James slides into the ring behind him and drops him with an elbow to the head before pinning Andy.

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Kickout!

Michaels: Not even close, but not a bad strategy from James. Let Al do the hard work and sneak the win.

Al and Andy both climb to their feet and turn on James, grabbing him for a double DDT.

Rik: Of course, that's the downside to that strategy. If it doesn't work, you've got two very angry superstars out for your head.

A pair of elbow drops later, Al picks James up and they throw him back out of the ring. Al and Andy climb the turnbuckles and Andy leaps off with a moonsault onto James.

Michaels: A beautiful moonsault to the outside from Andy, and I'm not sure James will be getting back up!

Rik: Looks like they aren't done, Andy steps to the side and points to Al.

Al leaps, but instead of aiming for James, he catches Andy with a hurricanrana.

Michaels: A huge move from Al sends Andy down!

Grabbing James, Al throws him bodily into the retaining wall, catching him as he bounces back with the #1 Stunner, slamming his face back into the wall.

Rik: Al is just dominating this match, a move like that could keep James down for a long time!

Andy grabs Al from behind and throws him into the ring, following behind with a kick to the back of the head. Al hops back to his feet and grabs Andy, but gets dropped with a strong shoulder block.

Michaels: Andy's taking back control in this one.

Al leaps back to his feet and leaps at Andy, and the two men start trading punches. Al ducks a blow from Andy and catches him with an elbow to the jaw. Andy spins through and catches Al with a clothesline.

Rik: Andy's trying to follow up, he's climbing the turnbuckle!

Michaels: Leg dro-No!

Rik: Andy went to the top rope for his leg drop, but Al rolled out of the way!

Michaels: Look out, James is back in the ring!

James grabs Al and tosses him out of the ring before turning on Andy. He rushes him, but Andy catches him with the SavanEurysm and locks in the Savana's Chamber of Pain.

Rik: The Chamber! Andy's got the Chamber locked in!

Michaels: Can Ryan get to the ropes?

Rik: No! He's tapping! He's tapping! This one's over!

Speaker: Oh dudes, Andy won! Way to go, man!

Andy Savana (3.88 APS + 1.4 Vote = 5.28 Total)
Al (4.13 APS + 1.1 Vote = 5.23 Total)
Ryan James (0.0 APS + 0 Vote = 0 Total)

We return from break to a locker room filled with chatting LPW Talent. Some discuss the previous picks - some surprising, some completely obvious. The group is, for the time being, at peace. Some are quite disappointed they haven’t been drafted yet. They feel that they’ve proved their talents time and time again, to no one’s attention. Some of the newer guys just hope and pray to hear their names called at all. They all watch the a flat screen that is showing draft. We see Master Chief Phillips walking to the podium and the camera cuts back to the Draft.

Master Chief: With the 21st pick in the 2012 LPW Draft - Insanity selects... Phantom Lord!

Lillehammer: One of the longest tenured performers in the LPW, Phantom Lord. Phantom remember LPW when it was PWA. Insanity when it was Schizophrenia. Jesus Christ back when he was just JC from down the block. The man is old, is what I’m saying. This is a pick that will pay dividends now, but I don’t really know how many more matches Phantom has under his belt.

Phoenix: The man is a Living Legend! He is an LPW Hall of Famer!

The camera back to the locker room where we see Phantom standing in the background. He’s on his phone.

Phantom: Yeah. Insanity. Yeah. Alright. Bye.

Lillehammer: That! Right there! That’s what I’m talking about. He’s just not that young talent you’re looking for in the draft. Phantom heard his name and what’s the first thing he did? Called his wife! What does that say to you!?

Phoenix: It says that he is a Family Man. A man who knows his priorities.

Lillehammer: EXACTLY! His mind is at home, not in the ring.

Phoenix: I’m not exactly seeing your point.

Master Chief: And, with the Twenty Second pick in the 2012 LPW Draft - Insanity also selects - “The Dynamic Dragon” Dick Dynamo!

Phoenix: Solid. Dynamo was drafted 33rd last year, he comes up 11 spots here to go at 22 to Insanity.

Lillehammer: Still, Dynamo hasn’t exactly lived up to the hype after he was nominated for Rookie of the Year in 2010.

Phoenix: You never know, though. 2012/2013 could be Dynamo’s time. It’s a high upside pick. 22nd overall, you can’t really go wrong with that. Good pick. And, let’s get ready for another one - cYnical is now approaching the podium.

cYnical: Hm. OK. Well. I can’t tell you how glad I am this man made it back to me. He made his colors proud as Pyromania team Captain, and will, hopefully continue to do well for the brand - the 23rd overall pick - Mr. Golden!

Lillehammer: Finally! His name has been sitting there at the top for so long. He should have went at least 7 picks ago. What a pick there by the Pyromania chief.

Phoenix: Yeah, I think you’re right. Golden has showed so much potential since his arrival in LPW. He really showcased his leadership at AR6, and he’s got a chip on his shoulder now in the form of a loss. And... one second... I understand we have Golden backstage ready for an interview..

DJC: Golden, you were just drafted to Pyromania with the 23rd pick. How are you feeling? What’s your instant reaction?

Golden: Instant reaction? Why the hell have I not been drafted already!? This...this right here is exactly what's wrong with LPW. It's stuck in a time warp, a broken record of bad decision after bad decision. Ignored for 22 picks? Fuck that, things change from here on in. You can't ignore what you can't stop, and you can't stop me.

Phoenix: Thanks, DJC. We’re going to go straight to cYnical, who’s ready to make another pick for Pyro.

cYnical: Alright. With the 24th pick, Jeff Watson!

Lillehammer: OHH! The much hated Jeff Watson. In fact, he was actually voted “Most Hated” in 2010.

Phoenix: But he is, in fact, this company’s first holder of the LPW “Pure Championship”. The man is much improved. He doesn’t give much of a care what you think of him, but he can win a match. And I think cYn got good value here. And, quickly enough, Insanity’s GM *steps to the podium to make *his pick.

Master Chief: Ha! Jeff Watson! HAHA. Oh, cYn. Ahem. With the 25th and 26th pick in the 2012 LPW Draft - Insanity will open it’s doors to Ozzy Crerar and.... ZENITH!]

Lillehammer: I really like that pick. Zenith is a man who holds a win over LPW legend X. He’s been LPW Hardcore champion, defeating Golden, the man Pyro just drafted 2 picks earlier.

Phoenix: Do you think this is an act of one-ups-man-ship from Insanity to Pyro?

Lillehammer: Oh yeah. No doubt about it. Phillips knows exactly what he’s doing there. Ozzy Crerar is another slap in the face to Pyro. He was on the team that took down the Golden-lead team in the Tables Tag Elimination match at AR6.

Phoenix: Looks as if cYn might have gotten the message, because he’s quickly walking to the podium. He pushes Master Chief Phillips out of the way and grabs the mic!

Cynical: OK. Fine. Well, with the 27th and 28th picks in the LPW 2012 Draft, Pyro welcomes Crispy! and, longtime Insanity member - Blackwell!

Phoenix: The Ringmaster of the Dark Carnival goes to Pyromania with their 28th pick. Joining him will be Crispy. Crispy, of course, will be staying put while Blackwell will be packing his bags and heading over to the Flagship show.

Lillehammer: I like the approach. One young performer, one veteran. Keep a nice balance.

Phoenix: And we’re really moving now, as Master Chief Phillips is already approaching the podium again. They have two picks, of course.

Master Chief: OK. Well. Hm. With the 29th and 30th picks, Insanity would like to proudly welcome back to the brand, two young sirs who have served their colors well - Daientine and CraZe.

Phoenix: Well look at that! Those two are, of course, teaming together tonight at Homecoming. So Master Chief Phillips goes and drafts a tag team. Smart move, right?

Lillehammer: It is a smart move. Some will say using two picks to get one entity is risky - but these two are also individual performers. They could keep tagging together, or they could go their separate ways. We don’t know. It’s all up to them. And, of course, we could also see that juicy break-up match, which always get people interested.

Phoenix: It sure does. And here comes cYnical with Pyro’s next two picks. Perhaps he answers back with a tag team?

cYnical: I gave this young man an opportunity at AR6, and he failed. I want him to redeem himself on the Pyro Brand. Thus, Sixx King - Welcome Back to Pyro!

Phoenix: Always good to see a kid get a second chance, especially someone with as much potential as Sixx.

cYnical: And, being that we actually care for our performers on Pyromania, and we have an incredible Health and Wellness staff - I believe my next draft pick is even more valuable under the Pyro colors, rather than that other second tier show. Thus, Welcome to Pyro, Trey Spruance!

Lillehammer: ….No. No, I refuse. This cannot be happening.

Phoenix: OK. I thought we were supposed to be fair and unbiased. Apparently that’s out the window.....

Lillehammer: Ooh you have no idea. I need a moment.

Phoenix: Take all the time you-

Lillehammer: Scratch that, I need a lot of moment, and possibly a few fingers of scotch.

Lillehammer is heard taking off his headset and walking out on the broadcast. He shakes his head and walks right toward the exit door.

Phoenix: Um. OK. Well. We will be right back for picks 34 - 40.

"The Game" by Common blasts through the arena as the Western States Heritage Champion comes out to massive cheer from the crowd. Xander makes his way down the ramp, acknowledging the fans with a grin and a nod as he goes toward the ring.

Speaker: Here he is...the...uh...Kross that isn't Damion. XANDER KROSS!

Michaels: Listen to the crowd Bobby, they love this kid. And rightfully so, he fought through a monstrous line of competitors to retain his Western States Heritage Championship at Altered Reality.

Lillehammer: He won a point for Pyromania and helped bring a little prestige back to a belt that's been sorely missing it lately. This kid's always shown huge potential, but only now is he starting to fulfill it. Sadly for him, it could all come crashing down as he has to face one of the toughest S.O.B's in wrestling here tonight, the hardcore degenerate, Seth Omega.

Speaker: Hey Seth, got anything I could smoke?....Huh...we're live again?...SETH OMEGA EVERYBODY.

As "World Domination", by Skindred plays through the PA System the room goes dark as a green Punisher logo appears in the middle of the ring. Slowly smoke fills the arena and when the lyrics start in the song Seth Omega appears out of the back. He's wearing a skull mask over the bottom part of his face so the only thing seen is his cold stare and the bottom part of a skull. He slowly walks to the ring, obviously playing mind-games with the opponent and psyching them out. Finally when he gets in the ring he gives a cold stare to his opponent before the ref sends him back to his corner.

Michaels: Seth looks like he's really up for this one Bobby, this could be the toughest opponent our young champ has faced to date.

Lillehammer: I’m pretty sure I just said that Drew. Good to see that being a part of the biggest show of the year hasn’t improved your broadcasting skills. OK, we’re almost there. This match is for the Western States Heritage Championship, Xander Kross vs Seth Omega. Here we go.

The bell rings and Omega runs like a train toward XK, who manages to dodge to the right and slip under his grasp. The champion bounces on his toes toward the corner, ready for another charge from Omega.

Michaels: You ever been to Spain Bobby? This is like the matador and his bull. Here he goes again, and another great piece of dodging from Kross. Ole

Lillehammer: Except this is a wrestling federation and that is a 285lbs man charging at someone. You’re an idiot.

As Xander avoids the charge of Omega for a third time the crowd shout ‘Olen’, much to the delight of Drew Michaels in the commentary booth.

Lillehammer: Ole indeed. Xander is pandering to the crowd and this will only enrage the already dangerous Omega. Seth straightens himself up in the corner, allowing a wry grin to cross his face. He knows he won’t out-pace the champ, but he might be able to out-brawl him.

Michaels: Ha! Omega is motioning for XK to try and take a shot at him. I can only see this ending badly for Seth.

As Xander slowly begins to make his way across the ring Omega glances toward the ramp, scrunching his face as if in disbelief. Automatically Xander’s eyes follow, and in that split second Omega is on top of the champ. Hammering blow after blow.

Lillehammer: You were saying Michaels? That right there, that is something that is more valuable that any championship….experience. Kross looks like he’s in trouble here, Omega is firing those elbow strikes like there’s no tomorrow.

Michaels: Those are connecting hard every time. XK is going to be sore in the morning. What is he planning now? Omega has picked Kross up and he’s walking him to the ropes…OUCH…a nasty kick to the back of the leg has downed the champ. He’s awkwardly landed on the bottom rope there too, that did not look good at all.

Omega leans his entire body-weight on XK as he attempts to use the rope to help choke out the WSHC holder. The referee is quick to move and beings counting. Seth can be seen mouthing, “I’m allowed five.”

Michaels: This is difficult to watch. He’s going to make him pass out.

Lillehammer: And just as the referee counts five Omega lets go. Experience, that’s why we could be looking at a new champion Michaels, you cannot teach that.

Seth pulls the limp body for XK into the middle of the ring and hooks his leg. The referee slides down beside them and begins to count.

Michaels: Is this it!? Do we have a new champ!? ONE….TWO….KICK OUT!!! How did he get his shoulder up!

Lillehammer: Seth can’t believe it. He’s furious with the referee. Is he accusing him of a slow count!? Oh no…he’s poking the ref in the chest. He walked a fine line with the choke earlier, he’s walking even closer to the edge now. Omega could DQ himself if he isn’t careful.

With Seth distracted by the referee XK rolls toward the corner of the ring to regain his composure. With the help of the turnbuckle he’s pulls himself back to his feet much to the delight of the crowd. The reaction of the fans tip Seth off to his opponents revival so the challenger once again makes a charge for the champion.

Michaels: He’s dodged him again! And…WOW. How did he transition that. One second it looked like he was going to get crushed in the corner by the onrushing Omega, next he slips through the second rope, back into the ring where from behind Seth he performs a picture perfect Samoan Drop.

Lillehammer: I don’t even know how he got him up, his legs looked they were about to buckle.

XK lifts Seth to his feet in the middle of the ring and runs hard toward the ropes, picking up speed as he bounces off them and throws himself in a huge shoulder block, knocking Omega down. XK continues to run the ropes as Seth staggers back to his feet where he’s met with another leaping shoulder block.

Michaels: XK’s picking up some good momentum with those shoulder blocks. Seth back to his feet, he swings wildly at the running Kross who spins away from the attack. Omega is dazed, he doesn’t know where his opponent as gone…THERE HE IS….beautiful float over DDT.

Lillehammer: He’s moving in for the pin…a little early for that maybe. ONE…TW-KICK OUT. It was always too early to try that. He should have kept on the attack.

Michaels: Wrong. It was clever. Seth had to expend energy to kick out, energy he’s going to need if he wants to win this Championship Match.

XK goes for the cover again, but as he reaches for the Seth’s leg his face is met with a hard knee which knocks him back to the canvas. Omega pushes himself up and leaps on top of Kross, hitting him with stiff punches. Seth raises the dazed XK to his feet then lifts him into position for a powerbomb.

Lillehammer: Bone shattering powerbomb from Omega…and he’s transitioning it into a Texas Cloverleaf.

Michaels: I believe he calls that ‘Southern Discomfort’, Bobby. Broadcasting at its best.

At the commentary table Lillehammer shakes his head at the grinning Michaels while in the ring Omega wrenches hard on XK, audibly shouting “QUIT GOD DAMMIT!”. The referee slides down beside Kross and asks if he wants to quit. The champ shakes his head and claws toward the ropes. Seth staggers back a step as the XK tries pulling himself toward the bottom rope.

Lillehammer: He’s going to have to quit. Omega has that locked in and he is not letting go. We are looking at our new champion!

Michaels: Not so fast Bobby, he’s almos-…He’s got it! He’s reached the rope. Seth has to break his hold….he has to break it. The referee is counting. BREAK YOUR HOLD OMEGA!...he’ll snap him in half.

Just before the five count Omega lets go of Kross crumbles to the ground in agony. The referee marches Seth to the corner saying, “This is your last warming Seth, any more of that and you are out of here.”.

Michaels: Well done referee. This is a straight up singles match, a Championship singles match, there is no room for antics like that.

Lillehammer: Seth is playing to his strengths. He knows how to toe the line better than most and he’s displaying it here tonight. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, it’s Omega’s experience that is going to see him crowned the new champion here tonight.

Seth walks over to the injured XK who is lying by the ropes. As he draws back a boot Kross quickly
sweeps his standing leg from under him and puts him on his back.

Michaels: Brilliant survivalism from XK. Just like that he’s turned the tables in his favor once more.

Xander raises Omega to his feet and whips him toward the ropes at pace. As Seth bounces back and toward XK he’s hit with a perfectly executed sitout double leg takedown spinebuster.

Michaels: HackAShaq!!! You know that that means is coming!

Lillehammer: Omega could be in trouble here as Xander scales the turnbuckle. Oh, that’s unneeded. He’s pretending his a matador.

As XK pretends to lift his imaginary cloak the crowd chant ‘Ole’.

Michaels: This is vintage Kross, build the crowd to a crescendo and….R.O.T.Y.. He really connected with that guillotine leg drop. Omega is reeling. I guess that’s the Kyrie Irvine addition? With added ‘Ole’s’.

Lillehammer: No more time for taunting if he wants to keep this championship. He hooks Omega’s leg.

ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!

Michaels: XK has retained his championship! Valiant effort from Omega but this young star is on a role, a role which is going to be very hard to stop. Tonight’s test will make him an even better opponent for whoever steps in the ring with him next. Keep an eye on Xander Kross folks, we could be witnessing something very special.

Speaker: Winner…and uh…still WHSC…no wait…WHCS?...HCSW? Winner and still champion, XANDER KROSS.

Xander Kross (4.28 APS + 1.6 Vote = 5.88 Total)
Seth Omega (4.1 APS + 0.9 Vote = 5.0 Total)

Phoenix: Well fans up next we should have what promises to be a match of biblical proportions as Ultramarcus defends the LPW United States championship against Damien Blaze.

Rik: I see what you did there. Biblical…since Blaze is a giant and all. Damien Blaze is a monster in that ring, but UltraMarcus is the champion for a reason. He’s held that title for a long time and tonight much like David, he will slay Goliath.

Phoenix: I think you are cutting Damien Blaze just a little bit short tonight if you think UltraMarcus is going to walk over him tonight. Marcus is the reigning and defending United States champion for a reason. But Blaze has height, strength, and size on him.

Rik: But Marcus has speed and Damien Blaze is going to be in for the biggest fight of his life tonight. Marcus has The Canadian Destroyer and if he hits that, he is leaving as the champion tonight.

Phoenix: I will give you that. It is a devastating finishing move and it has put many men down and out. It would also defy the laws of physics and logic if Marcus could hit that move on a man of Damien’s size. But this is the LPW and as we know the impossible is possible in that ring. Fans we shall see what happens, so lets head up to the ring and the worlds most dangerous ring announcer, Mr. Mike Announcer.

The shot cuts to the ring and we see Mike Announcer standing in the center

Announcer: Wrestling fans the following contest scheduled for one fall is for the LPW UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP.

"Bat Country" by Avenged Sevenfold comes on over the PA system as Damien Blaze comes out to huge ovation from the crowd

Announcer: Coming down the isle, he hails from Austin, Texas by way of Transylvania and he weighs in at 275 Pounds…This is DDDAAAAMMMMIIIIIEEENNN BBBBBLLLLAAAAZZZZEEEEE.

Phoenix: Damien Blaze looks to be in great shape as he pulls himself up onto the ring apron and steps over the top rope.

Rik: Damien Blaze indeed does look like he is in great shape tonight. But is it good enough of shape to win the big one?

Phoenix: It’s a moment we as wrestlers trained for day in and day out. For that title match on the big stage. There is no stage bigger then Homecoming and Damien Blaze is going to give it his all.

The music stops as the lights in the arena go off

Announcer: …And his opponent

"Viking Death March" by Billy Talent comes on the pa system as fire rise from the stage and a lone spotlight shines on the center as UltraMarcus comes out to a huge chorus of boos from the crowd

Announcer: Coming down the isle, he hails from Toronto, Ontario. Canada and he weighs in at 250 Pounds…He is the current reigning and defending LPW United States Champion…This is UUULLLLTTTTTRRRRAAAAMMMAAARRRCCCUUUSSSS.

Rik: You want to talk about being in great shape, UltraMarcus looks to be in phenomenal shape tonight.

Phoenix: You can’t be a champion in this company by being a slouch, that’s for sure. And UltraMarcus enters the ring and he holds his championship belt up high over his head as he comes to the center of the ring. Damien is standing tall as Marcus looks straight up at him and says this is mine big man.

Rik: And remember the old adage that the champion doesn’t have to beat you. You have to beat the champion.

Phoenix: Well UltraMarcus might be a man of questionable moral character at times, but he would never take the cowards way out in a title defense.

Marcus hands the belt off to the referee and he shows it to the crowd as both men take to opposite corners. The referee asks if they are ready and he calls for the bell

Phoenix: And this one is underway. Damien Blaze wants to lock up, but UltraMarcus is cautious and they finally do and Blaze uses that leverage advantage as he shoves Marcus down to the mat.

Rik: That’s okay. This is just the feeling out process.

Phoenix: UltraMarcus is back up and he goes to lock up again and again Damien Blaze shoves him down to the mat. UltraMarcus is usually the one using the power game, but tonight he is the one the role of the lesser man as he’s back up and goes for another lock up but this time he goes behind and he nails Damien Blaze with a forearm right to the back and another and another. Marcus kicks Blaze right in the back of the leg causing him to fall to a knee.

Marcus sets up and he goes into the ropes and nails Damien Blaze with a clothesline that puts him down. He quickly is back up and he goes into the ropes again and he drops a big elbow onto Damien Blaze and another and another and another

Phoenix: UltraMarcus has neutralized the size disadvantage with Damien Blaze on the ground and he’s just planted three big elbow right into his chest and he goes for a quick cover…One…AND A KICKOUT WITH AUTHORITY BY DAMIEN BLAZE. Marcus is quickly back up and he locks on a side headlock onto Damien Blaze. Marcus is trying to control the pace of this match before it gets out of hand.

Rik: This is why Marcus is a general inside of that ring. He knows he has to wear this big man down first before he can break him down.

Phoenix: Wearing down someone usually is sound strategy as UltraMarcus continues to work that side headlock as he grinds his arm into the side of Damien’s head and it’s a nice way to get a cauliflower ear as Blaze is getting back up to a knee and he nails UltraMarcus with a forearm to the back and another and another and he breaks the hold.

Blaze shoves Marcus off into the ropes and he nails him with a shoulder block sending him down. Blaze quickly picks him up for a scoop slam and he connects. Blaze quickly goes into the ropes and drops a big leg onto UltraMarcus

Rik: Big leg by the big man, but he’s going to have to do a lot more then that to put him down tonight.

Phoenix: Indeed he will as Damien Blaze has UltraMarcus back up and he rams him into the turnbuckles. Blaze is using his size to his advantage once again as he drives his shoulder into the gut of UltraMarcus and again and again and again and Marcus is not doing to good as Damien Blaze hoists him up to the second rope.

Blaze grabs him around the waist and he over head belly to belly’s him off the ropes

Phoenix: Damien Blaze with a big belly to belly overhead throw and he goes for the cover…One…Two…Kickout by UltraMarcus. Marcus is trying to get back up but Damien Blaze quickly grabs him and he locks a body scissor on and he’s using those long legs of his to squeeze the air out of UltraMarcus.

Rik: As much as I hate to admit it, that is a very sound move. When you have legs that long, you should use them to your advantage. People forget how much a body scissor hurts. It’s an old move, but it’s an effective one.

Phoenix: Indeed it is an old one. I haven’t seen a body scissor done this effectively in a long time. UltraMarcus is struggling to try and break free as Damien Blaze continues to squeeze the air out of him. Marcus is looking for an escape and he is punching Damien Blaze right in the knee where he kicked him earlier. It’s not the most dignified of escapes, but it works as Blaze lets go of the hold.

UltraMarcus is back up and he nails Damien Blaze with a kick to the midsection as he was standing back up. Blaze is caught off guard by it and Marcus quickly grabs him and he sets him up for a T-Bone suplex and connects

Phoenix: UltraMarcus showing his strength as he did a beautiful T-Bone suplex. Damien Blaze is down and UltraMarcus might be thinking it’s time to end this now. Damien Blaze is coming to and UltraMarcus circles behind and he jumps onto his back and he locks on The Art Of War. He’s trying to put Blaze to sleep and Damien Blaze  runs with him and he rams UltraMarcus back first into the turnbuckles.

Rik: That was a smart counter move by Damien Blaze to break that hold quickly. UltraMarcus has put many men down with it.

Phoenix: Indeed he has and Damien Blaze is back on the attack as he stands UltraMarcus back up in the corner and he nails him with a big back elbow and another and another and Marcus is dazed and Blaze grabs him by the arm and sends him into the ropes and he goes for a big boot and he connects.

Rik: Damien Blaze really rocked him with that boot. Marcus looked like he got hit by a truck.

Phoenix: UltraMarcus did indeed get rocked and Damien Blaze is setting up potentially for the kill as Marcus uses the ropes to stand back up and he turns around and Blaze is waiting for him and he grabs him by the throat and he picks him up…HE HAS HIM UP FOR THE SIX FEET UNDER AND HE CONNECTS. We could have a new champion…One…Two…KICKOUT BY ULTRAMARCUS.

Rik: The champion has plenty of fight left in his tank tonight.

Phoenix: Damien Blaze held him up for what seemed like an eternity and he planted him with authority. It’s a testament to UltraMarcus that he kicked out of that as Damien Blaze picks him up and he plants him with a body slam. UltraMarcus is down and Damien Blaze is going to the corner and he looks to be setting up for something big.

Blaze slowly climbs up the ropes to set up for a moonsault and at the last second UltraMarcus gets up and he runs into the ropes causing Damien Blaze to crotched on the top turnbuckle. Marcus nails Blaze with a forearm right to the back and he climbs up on the ropes next to him

Phoenix: UltraMarcus has managed to turn the tables and he is climbing up to the top rope. He’s standing Damien Blaze back up…what on earth…OH MY GOD ULTRAMARCUS WITH A TOP ROPE BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX AND BOTH MEN ARE DOWN AND OUT IN A HEAP IN THE CENTER OF THE RING.

Rik: How can either of them continue after that?

Phoenix: We might just find out who can because the referee is starting a ten count.

Referee: ONE

TWO

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Phoenix: Marcus is up and he lays his arm over Blaze for the cover…One…Two…KICKOUT BY DAMIEN BLAZE.  I don’t know how he kicked out after that, but somehow he did and UltraMarcus is down on the mat with a look of disbelief.

Rik: He must have used every ounce of strength he had to do that move. What will it take to put Damien Blaze away?

Phoenix: That is a good question as UltraMarcus is climbing to the outside and going up top. Marcus is perched up on the top rope with perfect balance and he goes for a Shooting Star Press AND BLAZE GETS THE KNEES UP. ULTRAMARCUS CRASHES AND BURNS AS DAMIEN BLAZE IS BACK UP. Damien Blaze has got that adrenaline pumping as he picks UltraMarcus back up and he sends him into the ropes and he nails him with a running STO sweep. Now Blaze is saying he’s going up top.

Blaze starts climbing the ropes once again and he sets up on the top rope and he goes for the moonsault and this time he connects

Phoenix: BLAZE CONNECTS. Cover and count…One…Two…KICKOUT BY ULTRAMARCUS.

Rik: This man is incredible. He just had a human bus fall on top of him and he’s still living to fight.

Phoenix: At what you wonder is it the will to survive or is it just instinct. All wrestlers’ can tell you they just don’t know. They just know to keep fighting until that second bell rings. Damien Blaze grabs Marcus by the hair and he brings him back up to his feet and he scoops him up again. Blaze is going for a Tombstone and UltraMarcus is fighting it and he breaks free and he goes behind and he takes Damien Blaze down from behind with a leg trip.

UltraMarcus grabs his legs and rolls him over and he goes for the Ultra Sharpshooter and he battles to lock it in

Rik: What a great counter by UltraMarcus. If he can lock this in he will be retaining for sure.

Phoenix: Nothing is for sure until the bell is run and Damien Blaze is fighting it and UltraMarcus gets him over. He’s got Blaze in the center of the ring and he is leaning back with everything he has got in him. Damien Blaze is trying to reach the ropes with those long arms of his, but they are just out of reach.

Rik: I think he’s starting to fade.

Phoenix: You might be right as the referee is checking him. He checks his arm and it falls Once. He checks again and it falls for a Second time. One more and this is over.

The referee checks for the third time and Damien Blaze keeps it up and with all of his energy he pulls himself the last couple inches and gets his hand on the ropes to force the break

Phoenix: UltraMarcus is raising his hands in victory. He thinks Damien Blaze passed out and he is arguing with the referee and demanding he award him the match.

Rik: Come on Marcus…stay on him.

Phoenix: You are the picture of impartiality. UltraMarcus is bringing Damien Blaze to his feet and he nails him with a boot to the midsection and he pulls him in. He’s signaling for The Canadian Destroyer…Damien Blaze stands up with UltraMarcus on his back. He slings him back over and onto his feet and he hooks him up for a suplex and he slingshots him off the ropes AND HE CONNECTS WITH THE BLAZE CRUSHER. This has to be it…One…Two…KICKOUT BY ULTRAMARCUS.

Rik: HE CAN’T BE BEATEN. DAMIEN BLAZE HAS USED EVERY TRICK IN THE BOOK.

Phoenix: Not every trick. Blaze is back up and he says this is it and he’s calling for The Time To Die. He picks up the limp body of UltraMarcus and Marcus is hanging onto his knee for dear life. Blaze nails him with a big open hand slap right to the back and he picks him up. Damien Blaze has him set AND HE CONNECTS. TIME TO DIE. COVER AND COUNT…ONE…TWO…THREE. WE GOT A NEW CHAMPION!!!

Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE WINNER OF THE MATCH VIA PINFALL ANNNNDDDD NNNNNEEEEEEEWWWWWW LPW UNITED STATES CHAMPION….DDDDDDDAAAAAMMMMIIIIIEEEEEEENNNNNN BBBBLLLAAAZZZEEEEEE.

Damien Blaze (3.98 APS + 1.2 Vote = 5.18 Total)
Ultramarcus (3.93 APS + 1.2 Vote = 5.13 Total)

Phoenix: My God what a match. Damien Blaze has just taken his place in the LPW History books joining a select group of men to hold the United States Championship and he is now just a step away from the World’s Heavyweight Championship.

Rik: Lets not knock UltraMarcus. He put up a hell of a fight tonight.

Phoenix: He did indeed. He went down like a champion should and that was fighting.

Backstage, the International Heavyweight Champion and recently crowned Martinez Cup champion, Tromboner Man, sits in front of the LPW logo. Dressed in street clothes, clearly not ready for combat, he smiles down the camera at the fans.

Tromboner Man: DUUUUDES!!!! WOW!!! Look at this!! The Tromboner Man did it!! Woot!!

The crowd in attendance gives a warm shout out. Almost by magic backstage, TBM can hear the roar, and laughs as he waits for them all to settle down.

Tromboner Man: People said to TBM a number of things during his career, and for a long time, it was all negative. “You’ll never get anywhere. You’ll never make anything of yourself. You’ve made yourself into nothing more than a Tag Team specialist.” Well… to those people, I have one gesture to make.

The Tromboner Man leans down and slowly raises the Martinez Cup above his head, to a huge ovation from the crowd. TBM can’t wipe the smile off his face, as he looks down the lens of the camera.

Tromboner Man: Yes, the Tromboner Man not only holds, he owns a piece of greatness. A piece of greatness nobody can take away from him. Now, he’s never been an arrogant person, but it’s pretty special to be in the same company as SoL, Pen, Drew Michaels and cYnical. And do you know who TBM wants to thank for it?

It’s you fans. The people who have supported his work, and been vocal and enthusiastic in his efforts to do nothing more than entertain you. You’re the people TBM does this for. Every single one of you deserves your own Martinez Cup, from TBM, just to say thank you.

And since TBM loves you all so much, he’s got an answer for you all. No, you know you’ve been asking the question. The question “why did you join the Awakened?” You’ve all been asking it. TBM has seen it on Twitter. Well, TBM has an answer.

Simply, because he wanted to.

The Tromboner Man is good friends with Morpheus. In his friendship with Morpheus, he was introduced to Azreal, Steve Storme and Ultramarcus on a social level. He considers them now to be his friends. And, really, who doesn’t want to work with their friends.

TBM knows it’s not the answer you were looking for. But it’s the truth. This isn’t some big swerve. Some big “screw job” or a black mail case. This is just TBM doing something for TBM, that he enjoys. And honestly, THAT’S important. Because if you’re not enjoying something, it’s not worth doing. That’s why the Tromboner Man comes out every chance he gets, and performs for you. Because he enjoys it.

Tromboner Man bends down a little, and picks up an open box. He shows it to the camera, with a wide smile on his face.

Tromboner Man: And that’s why he’s going to enjoy handing out these little mini Martinez Cups with some of LPW’s stage crew to EVERYONE in the crowd tonight!!! COME AND GETTEM!!!

Tromboner Man runs off the shot, as the crowd becomes extremely vocal. The shot changes back to the arena, where members of the LPW support staff start coming down the isles with boxes of Mini Martinez Cups. Up in the lofts of the cheap seats springs the Martinez Cup champion  himself, with a box of Martinez Cups to personally hand out to the patrons often ignored, sending much of the crowd into a frenzy.

Rik: I… I don’t know if anything like this has ever happened in LPW history.

Lillehammer: It’s outrageous… purely and simply outrageous.

Drew: Well Rik, looks like its time for one of our Co-Main Events. This one Nigel arranged after he knocked Azreal and Morpheus out of the top spot!

Rik: Yeah, Nigel Vanderbilt over the past few months has demonstrated two things I never knew he had.

Drew: What’s that?

Rik: Brains and brawn. He’s always struck me as a flamboyant, motor-mouth that flapped his gums more than wrestled, but recently all that seemed to change.

Drew: You got that right. First, he out smarted Kross and became both a member of the board and the networks! Then, in his last couple of matches, he may have ultimately lost, but showed a new mean streak that…dare I say…makes him fun to watch.

Rik: Fun to watch? The only thing fun to watch in a Nigel Vanderbilt match is how much blood he loses. Squaring off against old rival Phantom Lord, I’m expecting buckets!

The lights dim as the fans go into a frenzy. Suddenly, huge explosions rock the stage as “Lies Greed Misery,” by Linkin Park comes blasting, full throttle, over the PA system. As the first verse kicks into high gear, Nigel appears on the ramp in his new wrestling garb and fresh look. His right eye is bandaged up in white gauze, but other than that, he looks a million times better with his shaved head. Some more pyro goes off as Nigel heads to the ring.

Drew: Nigel sporting a new look to the ring tonight.

Rik: He looks like pedophile.

Drew: What?

Rik: A pedophile is someone who has sex with…

Drew: I know what it means!

Nigel rolls into the ring and quickly climbs a nearby turnbuckle—clearly enjoying the reaction the fans are giving him. He does a back flip and lands in the center of the ring…as his music fades, Nigel quickly snatches away the microphone from the ring announcer and shoves him hard. He falls on his ass and then swiftly rolls out of the ring just as the music fades.

Drew: Looks like Nigel wants to address this hot crowd.

Rik: Maybe he’s going to ask for their children!

Nigel: Everyone…SHUT THE HELL UP!!!

The fans boo as a small, “Nigel sucks,” chant breaks out.

Nigel: Tonight’s Main Event could have been a real sleeper, one that you maggots would never recover from, but I saved you! Instead of watching Morpheus, that paper champion, square off against his favorite brown noser, I decided to give you fans something WORTHY of both your time and money, a Main event that will rock the pillars of Heaven and strike excitement in the heart of an ancient God…tonight give you…MEEEEEEEE!!!

More boos.

Nigel: Reality sucks, kiddies, deal with it! But you know what, you can’t have a great match by yourself—like they say, you’re only as good as your opponent, which is why I decided to take Phantom Lord’s open challenge.

Fans cheer and start chanting, “PHANTOM, PHANTOM, PHANTOM!”[/i]

Nigel: The last time we squared off, he won. It was a close match between two men out to prove something—me, as a potential world champion, a Main Eventer! Phantom, well he needed to prove that he still had it. And he did. That night at least. Since then, let’s be honest, he hasn’t done much of anything except JOB, JOB, JOB!!!! As much as I hate to say it, that streak continues tonight, because I’m going to beat his ass like Trey Spruce smokes grass! And that you can take to the bank!

The fans start booing again.

Drew: These fans clearly behind Phantom Lord tonight.

Rik: Of course they are. The only time people cheer for Nigel is when he’s getting his asshole stomped!

Nigel: With that being said, it does me NO honor to introduce LPW’s personal FATHER TIME and Easter Bunny all rolled into one floppy persona…ladies and gents…PHANTOM LORD!!!

“Macho Man,” by the Village People blasts over the PA system as a pissed off Phantom Lord steps out from behind the curtain.

Drew: I can’t believe Nigel would do this! Does he know who he’s pissing off? This is the guy who left a permanent dent in Steve Storme’s head for messing with his family!

Rik: I don’t think Nigel has many thoughts in that tin can he calls a head. But I seriously believe that tonight we might see someone die in that ring. And nothing brings more ratings than a dismemberment.

Phantom charges for the ring as Nigel quickly rolls out of harms way. The music fades as Nigel retreat back up the ramp as Phantom fumes in the ring.

Nigel: What, you can’t take a damn joke? Listen to these fans, they’re laughing and having a good time like the should! This is, after all, sports ENTERTAINMENT!!!

Phantom calls for a microphone, and he gets tossed one from one of the stage hands.

Phantom: Did you say entertainment, Nigel? Well, there’s nothing more entertaining than seeing how far I can wedge this boot up your ass! Now get in here.

Fans start chanting for Phantom, Phantom, Phantom, as Nigel looks generally mortified.

Nigel: You want a fight, tough guy, well hold on to your buds, because the fight I’m going to bring to you is going to leave you in a pool of your own bile, but before I do…I told you that I had a surprise for you!

Drew: A surprise?

Rik: Who cares! I didn’t come here to see talking—I came to see wrestling! KICK HIS ASS PHANTOM!!!

Nigel: Ladies and Gents—do you know what a phantom is? You see, you are taught to believe that this dude is the Lord of Ghosts, but actually, that’s not true. You see Phantom Lord is really the master of the elusive. His whole life, is shrouded in darkness—kept from you the fans, and when anyone challenges that, he attacks! But do you know why? Shame! Phantom Lord is ashamed of his past and his parents, and struggles like hell to keep it from the fans and from himself. But he can’t do that tonight!

Phantom rolls out of the ring and chases Nigel. Nigel hops the security rail and runs through the crowd as Phantom destroys the ring side area. He grabs the ring steps and tosses it aside as if it weighs nothing.

Phantom: NIGEL!! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!

Nigel hops over the security railing on the opposite side, looking smug.

Nigel: Hey, dip shit, over hear!!!

Phantom starts walking towards him, face flushed with rage. But Nigel doesn’t move.

Nigel: I told you I had a surprise for you, Phantom, look whose sitting front row…ladies and gents, it's Phantom’s long lost sister…Sarah Barlow!

The camera tries to get shot of her, but Phantom tosses him out of the way as he spears Nigel to the ground, landing stiff shots at his face. Nigel does everything in his power to keep his face protected, but the fists just come raining down.

Drew: Which one is his sister, I didn’t see her?

Rik: I think that’s the way Phantom wants it. There is nobody with more skeletons and secrets in his closet than that man there, The Lord of Elusiveness.

Phantom picks up Nigel, kicks him in the gut, and then flings him shoulder first into the ring steps. They exploded as Nigel lies on the ground writhing in pain. Phantom doesn’t look for his sister, but takes a few steps back and then charges—landing a high knee into Nigel’s face!

Rik: OUCH, that had to hurt!

Drew: Looks like Nigel’s bleeding. Yeah, he’s been busted open…looks like his nose.

Phantom goes over and knocks the time keeper off his chair and picks it up. The fans are on their feet as he sets it up ring side.

Drew: The referee better get this thing under control. The bell hasn’t rung so all this stuff is technically legal.

Rik: Perhaps Nigel should have thought about the repercussions of his actions before he decided to stir the beast that is Phantom Lord!

Phantom picks up Nigel, drags him over to the chair and locks his arms behind his back, seeming to be going for a double under hook DDT, but before he can, Nigel stomps on his foot and slides into the ring.

Drew: Smart move by Nigel there! Getting in the ring will technically start the match, meaning…

Rik: No more hardcore.

Drew: Phantom is rolling in as Nigel crawls across the ring towards the corner. I don't know where he’s trying to go…

Rik: It doesn’t matter anyway, seeing as Phantom is moving like a freight train!

Phantom grabs Nigel’s foot and starts dragging him towards the center of the ring. Once there, Phantom drops down and locks on single leg Boston Crab variation. Nigel cries out in pain as Phantom stretches his leg almost all the way back to Nigel’s head! Just as it seems Nigel is about to tap out, Phantom breaks the hold.

Rik: Was Nigel really about to tap?

Drew: Did you see how far back his leg was yanked? He’s lucky it didn’t get broken.

Rik: Phantom lifting Nigel up…kick to the gut and a nasty DDT.

Phantom doesn’t bother going for a pin, instead he mounts Nigel and starts trying to punch at his face again with closed fists—but the referee is warning him. Nigel takes this momentary reprieve to rake his eyes. Phantom rolls off as Nigel struggles to get to his base. He collapses against the ropes as Phantom rises. Phantom sees him and goes full force at him, but Nigel flips him up and over the top rope to the outside. Nigel climbs to the top turnbuckle just as Phantom gets to his feet. He leaps off and hits a Tornado DDT!!!

Drew: That was a beautiful tornado DDT by Nigel! But if he wants to keep on the offensive, he’s going to have to get up quick.

Rik: Beautiful or not, that was a desperation move. Since the start of the match…BEFORE the start of the match, Phantom Lord has been all business, barely giving Nigel anytime to do anything except screaming in pain and bleed.

Drew: Well, Nigel is up and yeah, his nose is bleeding from those stiff shots earlier.

Rik: Nigel should be thanking his lucky stars that Phantom hasn’t ripped out his new eyeball yet and shoved it up his ass!

Nigel stomps on Phantom a few times then picks him up. He hits a knife edge chop that seems to snap Phantom out of his premature daze. He glares on Nigel and proceeds to kick him in the face with a big boot. Phantom picks up Nigel and then tries to whip him into the barricade, but Nigel reverses it at the last second and Phantom goes crashing into it back first. The referee in the ring starts the count.

ONE.

TWO.

Nigel charges at Phantom, but Phantom flips him over his back and into the fans!!! Nigel wipes out at least two rows of people.

THREE.

Phantom turns around as Nigel struggles to his feet. It’s obvious Phantom is in the mood to do a little hunting and starts to climb over, but Nigel quickly hits him with a running clothesline, taking both men back to the floor near the ring.

FOUR.

FIVE.

Nigel hobbles to his feet first, kicks Phantom stiff in the gut, and then slides in the ring, while Phantom gets to his feet.

SIX.

SEVEN.

Drew: Looks like Nigel is trying to win by count-out!

Rik: Not a bad strategy by Nigel if you ask me. Pinning Phantom, clean in the ring, is a long shot.

Phantom is up and tries to roll into the ring, but Nigel hits a baseball slide and knocks him back to the floor as the arena fills with boos.

EIGHT.

Phantom, clearly pissed, gets up to his feet.

NINE.

Phantom goes for the ring again, but Nigel goes for another baseball slide, but Phantom moves at the last second and rolls into the ring, killing the count. Nigel, now outside the ring looks confused. He turns to head back into the ring when Phantom sling shots himself over the top rope to the outside taking Nigel out and restarting the count!

Drew: Wow, did you see Phantom!

Rik: That was unbelievable.

Phantom picks up Nigel and wipes him shoulder first into the ring post. Nigel bounces off and hits the floor clutching his shoulder. Phantom doesn’t waste any time, as he comes over, picks him up, and does it again! Nigel slams into the ring post and collapses outside the ring in misery. As Phantom slowly stalks his prey, the referee now on THREE, Nigel starts begging.

Drew: Is Nigel…crying? Have you ever seen anything like this Rik?

Rik: No I haven’t. But when a man is facing someone as deranged as Phantom Lord, who doesn’t seem to care about anything, I think its something I might get used to.

Phantom picks up Nigel and tosses him back into the ring. As Phantom rolls back in, Nigel crawls behind the referee and clutches desperately to his leg. Phantom comes over and tries to grab Nigel, but every time he does, Nigel shoves the referee in the way. As the referee tries not to get punched by Phantom, Nigel hits a low blow on Phantom and the big man goes down.

Drew: Dirty tactic used by Nigel there.

Rik: Yeah and the referee didn’t see it! He was to busy protecting himself from a potential beating from one of the most dangerous men in the LPW today.

Nigel gets up and hits a shining wizard on Phantom. Nigel desperately tries to shake some feeling into his shoulder as Phantom starts to get up. Before he can, Nigel runs and hits another wizard into Phantom’s face. While Phantom struggles to get to his feet, Nigel climbs to the second turnbuckle and waits for Phantom to rise. Once he does, he goes for a double ax handle, but Phantom catches mid air and hits a choke slam!!!

Drew: That was a brutal choke slam by Phantom there.

Rik: When you go high risk, sometimes…you crash and burn. When facing someone as demonic and as powerful as a brawler as Phantom, submissions are the best way to go. Seeing as he’s wrestling Nigel, a man not known for having much brains, you won’t expect to see much of that here.

Drew: Here’s a pin attempt.

ONE

TWO.

KICK OUT!!!

Drew: Close, but not enough.

Phantom grabs Nigel’s arm and locks in a reverse-arm bar. Nigel cries out in agony as Phantom leans back, putting all his weight and pressure on Nigel’s damaged shoulder. Nigel reaches out and manages to grab the rope, but Phantom refuses to break the hold.[/]

Rik: Phantom refusing to let go here!

Drew: The referee is counting…one, two, three, four, break! Wow, that was close.

Rik: Think about his, Drew, Phantom has never cared about his win/loss record like a lot of these rookies do. He’s about inflicting pain and anguish to his opponents and that was something, in clear hindsight, Nigel forgot to consider.

Phantom picks up Nigel, holds his arm, and his a shoulder tackle right into his damaged shoulder. Nigel crumbles at the feet of Phantom, but he doesn’t break the hold. He picks him back up and does it again.

Drew: That shoulder has taken a pounding, Rik. Nigel might need medical attention when this match is finished.

Phantom goes for a third, but Nigel rakes his eye with his free hand and goes for a clothesline, but Phantom turns it into a power slam! Nigel quickly rolls out of the ring and to the floor.

Drew: Man, that was just…

Rik: I believe the word you are looking for is…nasty. Look at Phantom’s face, that twisted, ugly smile. He’s loving this!

Drew: I can tell you one man who isn’t! That’s Nigel.

Phantom rolls out of the ring as Nigel crawls away. Phantom starts stalking him, but seems to notice someone in the stands. He pauses and stares at a young, beautiful woman standing in the front row, basically where Nigel is lying in a heap.

Drew: What happened? Look at Phantom—he’s dazed! I don't think he knows what to do. Do you think that’s his sister?

Rik: Maybe. Your guess is as good as mine, Drew. The one thing Phantom likes is privacy.

The girl starts talking and the camera is placed at just the right distance to catch some of her words.

Woman: Why? Why did you abandon us?

Phantom stands as stiff as stone as Nigel is able to crawl away. Phantom creeps closer to the woman as she clearly starts weeping.

Woman: We’re your family! No matter what happens, no matter what you do, we will always…

Before she can finish, Nigel hits a reverse DDT on Phantom. The woman starts shouting at Nigel, but he flips her off and then mounts Phantom, landing closed fist shots to his face. The referee is screaming at them from the ring, shouting warning upon deaf ears. Nigel picks up Phantom and whips him into the barricade. He comes over and start’s screaming, “Look at your sister, Phantom, look at the sister you abandoned! The girl you left to rot back home while you toured the world and lived your dreams, she rotted! She was lost, but don’t worry big guy, what’s lost is now found.”

Rik: What is going on? Did you hear that?

Drew: I think that taunt may have backfired, look at Phantom.

Phantom head butts Nigel and he staggers back. Phantom explodes at him, hitting him with a huge spear! Phantom picks him up and tosses him back into the ring and gives chase. Nigel struggles to his feet as Phantom rolls in after him. Nigel uses the ropes to get to his feet as Phantom enters the ring. Nigel charges, goes for a clothe lines, but Phantom hits a Black Hole Slam on the Icon. Phantom goes for pin.

Rik: That’s it. I think he just killed Nigel.

Drew: Here’s the pin attempt.

ONE.

TWO.

KICK OUT!

Drew: I can’t believe Nigel was able to kick out of that.

Rik: Judging by the reaction of these fans, they can’t either.

Phantom mounts Nigel again and starts throwing vicious punches. All Nigel can do is cover his face and do his best to protect himself. The referee comes over and starts yelling at Phantom to stop, but Phantom isn’t listening. The referee warns him to stop or he’ll call the match and the words Phantom shouts is, “FUCK OFF!” He then locks Nigel up in a Anaconda Vice and rolls him over. Nigel, instinctively, gets his foot on the bottom rope to break the hold, but again Phantom doesn’t release it.

Drew: Phantom isn’t letting go. Here’s the count.

ONE.

TWO.

Nigel face is ashen, his one visible eye rolling back in its socket—the other, once bandaged in white, is now showing red.

Drew: I think Phantom is going to kill him.

Rik: Nigel’s biggest mistake was to get Phantom’s family involved.

THREE.

FOUR.

FIVE!

The referee calls for the bell.

Drew: That’s it. Nigel wins the match via DQ, but I think the damage has been done.

Announcer: Here is your winner, by disqualification, NIGEL VANDERBILT!!!

Nigel Vanderbilt (3.98 APS + 1.6 Vote = 5.58 Total)
Phantom Lord (3.73 APS + 0.9 Vote = 4.63 Total)

Phantom doesn’t let go and the referee struggles to get his arms free from around Nigel’s throat. Not sure what to do, the referee starts calling for help. Members of VIRAL rush to the ring in mass.

Drew: Wait, look, it’s his sister!

Phantom’s sister climbs over the security wall and gets in the ring with a microphone.

Sarah Barlow: Stop it!

Phantom looks up at her from the floor, the crazy, vacant stare of his gone temporarily.

Sarah: Please!

Phantom breaks the hold just as VIRAL hits the ring. Nigel rolls out of the ring and hits the floor lifeless. Some members of VIRAL are in the ring, others are standing around it watching.

Sarah: All these years and you’ve never contacted us? What was it? Shame? We love you. Mom and dad…your brother J.D.; we all love you. And it kills us to know that you never call, you never write, you never do anything. Why?

Phantom walks towards her and she cautiously steps back.

Sarah: When Nigel invited me here, I didn’t want to come. I wanted to refuse. Do you know why?

Phantom shrugs as a two VIRAL men step between them.

Sarah: I thought about begging you to return home, but then I realized…I wanted to CONFRONT you! You’re an asshole for abandoning us and I just wanted to tell you that personally.

Nigel, armed with a chair, rolls into the ring behind Phantom. Just before he strikes, Sarah cries out and Phantom turns, catching the weapon mid-air. Phantom kicks Nigel in the stomach and he falls flat on his ass. Phantom prepares to knock Nigel’s head off when Sarah runs over and pulls the chair free.

Drew: Sarah just saved Nigel’s life.

Rik: But whose going to save hers?

Nigel: NOW YOU WORTHLESS SON-OF-BITCHES!

VIRAL attacks Phantom, who tries to battle them off. The first two to go at Phantom get their ass rocked, but as more men rush the ring, he is quickly overpowered. On the mat, he is bombarded with kicks and punches as Sarah cries for them to stop. Nigel is standing by watching with a sinister smile on his wrecked face. Nigel begins barking orders and soon, VIRAL tie Phantom into the ropes while another goes and fetches a microphone.

Drew: What’s going on?

Rik: I don’t know. But it doesn’t look good for Phantom!

Nigel gets handed a microphone. Even though he seems to be enjoying the moment, his neck is bruised and his face swollen. The rush of the moment has numbed him of his pain.

Nigel: Hey, Phantom…LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!

Nigel slaps him in the face and then starts choking him. Phantom tries to break free of his hold, but he’s been tied good. Another member of VIRAL slides a steel chair into the ring and Nigel picks it up.

Nigel: You know what, Phantom, you try to fear and intimidate everyone in the LPW, but you know what, you don’t intimidate me! Your legacy, all your precious wins, the formations of the Axis of Evil and the stupid Illuminati, your title wins…all don’t mean a damn thing. Tonight, is all about me! It’s my time, Phantom, not yours! Why don’t you disappear like the rest of the dinosaurs from your time you jack ass!

Nigel drills Phantom right between the eyes with the chair. His head rocks back and the blood pours. Sarah comes over to talk Nigel out of it, and he shoves her aside. Seeing his sister manhandled by Nigel caused Phantom to stir. Just as it seems he’s about to break free from the ropes, VIRAL hold him back—two men clutch his legs, two other men hold his arms. Another chokes him in the ropes.

Nigel: What, you hulking up there Phantom? You want a piece of me? Well, here, have a BEEPING test!

Nigel drills him again and again in the face and head with the chair. Each shot is more violent than the last. Screaming, Sarah steps between Nigel and her brother. We can read her lips, “I won’t let you touch him again.” Nigel just smiles and then drops the chair and then raises his hands submissively.

Drew: Nothing like violence to bring a family…uh…back together. Sarah came here for answers and now she’s trying to save her brother’s life!

Rik: Wars tend to bring, even the most disgruntled of families back together, so seeing her poor, defenseless brother…

Sarah spins around and crashes her chair into Phantom’s face, ripping his face wide open. The amount of blood pouring from the damaged face of Phantom is disgusting. Sarah walks over to her brother and then spits in his face as the fans boo.

Drew: What!

Rik: Allow me to retract my previous statement in order to avoid sounding like a fool.

Nigel comes over and scoops Sarah into his arms and begins kissing her in the middle of the ring. Nigel’s music hits as Nigel, Sarah, and VIRAL exit the ring—leaving a bloodied and unconscious Phantom still entangled in the ropes. As Nigel heads up the ring, VIRAL and Sarah help him, as he begins to favor his damaged neck.

Drew: Sarah Barlow is with Nigel Vanderbilt?! What does this mean? Oh man, I can only imagine what’s going to happen once the big man wakes up! Nigel might be a…

Rik: Dead man walking! Oh man that was intense, we better get the medics down here.

Drew: Here they come.

A medical team hit the ring and struggle, for a short time, to free Phantom. They stabilize his neck, and then gingerly roll him onto a gurney.

Drew: This is pretty insane. I, I, I don’t know what to say. I hope Phantom is okay and I know Nigel is going to need medical attention considering the hell he went through. Fans, we’ll keep you updated. But in the meantime, I guess we need to get ready for the next match.

Phoenix: Welcome back, Ladies and Gentlemen. Blazing Phoenix here, and well, just Blazing Phoenix. My partner for the night, Robert Lillehammer decided to storm off set once Trey Spruance was taken from Insanity, and drafted to Pyromania. We, at this moment, aren’t exactly sure where Lillehammer has gone. But - we ARE ready for 2 more picks.

Master Chief: After much thought and consideration - Insanity will welcome back both Lacey Valentine and Paul Brooks!

cYnical: Damn. I wanted Valentine...

Phoenix: Getting weird here at LPW Draft Central. cYnical apparently just got his pick stolen, and it was quite frustrated for good reason. Lacey Valentine is one of the most promising young talents in LPW.

cYnical: Fine then, I’m going to open the Pyro doors to two new faces. Some fresh talent. Some fresh meat. Macho Mourn and Jeff Whitt - WELCOME TO PYRO!

Master Chief: Insanity will take Pope Fred and uh... Wilson, what was that girl's name?

Wilson: April Montenego, sir...

Master Chief: Yeah! April Monte... uh... Montenegro!

Wilson: It’s Montenego, sir. Mon-Te-Ne-Go. No ‘R’, sir.

Master Chief: Yes, her.

cYnical: That leaves me to take Wyatt Malone and Kyle Williams!

Master Chief: Not bad, Pyro, but your own personal vendetta, along with your *ahem female troubles, leaves me with the biggest sleeper picks in LPW history.

cYnical: Damn....

Master Chief: With the 41st pick of the draft, Insanity takes the injured Andy Savana!

Phoenix: It looks like Andy will be coming home once he's all healed up.

Master Chief: And.. oh you have no idea how much I'm enjoying this. To round out the draft, Insanity's last pick is the legendary KRIMSON MASK!

Phoenix: Oh my god! That is definitely a serious sleeper pick! One of the most feared and dominant performers in LPW history rounds out the draft with a bang. This is Blazing Phoenix, calling the end of the 2012 LPW draft, stay tuned folks.

Lillehammer: Well it's that time, the moment we've all been waiting for, it's time for our main event.

Phoenix: If Steve Storme can win, here tonight, he's going to receive a Pyromania Contract!

Lillehammer: At Altered Reality Six, Tromboner Man revealed himself to be the sixth member of The Awakened.  If Steve Storme joins him on Pyromania, imagine what the two of them will be able to accomplish.

Phoenix: What are you saying?

Lillehammer: We didn't know that Tromboner man was a member of the Awakened, who else on Pyromania might secretly be a member?  Imagine if Morpheus's group ruled over on Insanity, and Tromboner Man revealed his own group, and was able to rule over here on Pyro.

Phoenix: I don't even want to think about the damage that a group like that could do.  Just look at all the trouble Storme caused over there.  There’s a REASON his Insanity contract was terminated, you know.

Lillehammer: Well Insanities loss will be Pyromania's gain.  Here we go!

"Deathsmarch" by Cancer Bats starts to blare across the speakers as Steve Storme enters the arena, focused and determined. 

Speaker: What? Oh Uh…This is an American Online Match.  What?  Oh my bad, Contract ON THE line match.  Entering first, Steven Stormey! 

Lillehammer: Storme is one of the most focused athletes I have ever seen. 

Phoenix: Indeed, but he's going to need to be, he's stepping into the ring today against Cynical, and even though we saw Cynical make this match-up, I don't believe that he's going to want to take it easy on his opponent here tonight.

"Epic" by Faith No More starts to play as Cynical makes his way down the ramp, and towards the ring.

Speaker: Entering third, his opponent, from…The United States…Cynical!

Lillehammer: Cynical seems to be pushing himself more than ever.  Let's not forget that he's the one who made this match, but lets think back to the last couple of months, and all of his behavior throughout them.  It seems to me that we're seeing the evolution of a man who wants to better himself.

Phoenix: That's exactly what I see when I see Daniel Adams, the man we know as Cynical.

The referee rings the bell, and this one is underway. 

Lillehammer: Both men start out circling each other, they look like two wild animals here, ready to strike!  And both men locking up in the middle, wasting no time. 

Phoenix: Cynical pushes Storme to the turnbuckle, but the referee tells him to break it up.  Cynical backs up.

Lillehammer: And it looks like they're back at it already!  Cynical gets him in a headlock, changes his mind, decides to work on the hand instead.

Phoenix: He's changed it up in favor of that wrist-lock, but look! Cynical pulls him down for an arm drag, and wraps those legs around the neck! 

Lillehammer: I think Storme was close enough to reach the ropes there, but I don't think he saw them.  He can't afford to make many of those mistakes tonight.

Phoenix: Not if he wants to earn his way to Pyromania. 

Lillehammer: Storme flips to his stomach, and gets those legs up.

Storme hops with both his legs, first left, then right, then left again, and rolls his whole body over to the middle of the ring, with Cynical still holding on. 

Lillehammer: Storme escapes the hold, but now he's got both of Cynical's legs to work with!

Phoenix: Surfboard stretch from Steve Storme! He's working on that lower body now. 

Lillehammer: It doesn't last long though, he changes it up in favor of a front headlock, but Cynical shoves him away before he's got it locked in. 

Storme and Cynical both rise to their feet.  They start to circle each other again, and Storme raises his hand for the test of strength.  The hands are up, but Cynical decides to go for a single leg takedown instead.  He flips Storme to his back, and grabs the other leg.  Cynical wraps his legs around Storme's neck again, but this time from behind, while grabbing for his hands.  Storme is almost kneeling, as Cynical Stretches him from behind.

Lillehammer: Cynical can do some things in that ring that will just Wow you.  And right now that move is not only torturing the back, it's torturing the neck and abs as well. 

Phoenix: Storme shoots his hand out, up to the sky, and grabs hold of the closest rope. 

Lillehammer: Cynical releases the hold.

Storme crawls to the corner, but Cynical greets him with a boot to the face.  Storme starts to get to his feet, but Cynical is there to greet him with an elbow smash to the skull.  The ref tells them to get out from the corner, but Cynical smashes away one last time, before dragging Storme out.  He gets Storme into a seated position with a takedown, and locks in a headlock.

Lillehammer: Storme, wisely rolling to his stomach, but that headlock is still locked in. 

Phoenix: Wait, Storme's going back up to that seated position, and now he's standing!  He's out from the headlock, but Cynical is right there to counter, picking him up, and slamming him to the mat.

Lillehammer: Cynical falls on top of him with all his weight, its the first pin!

1

No!

Lillehammer: Cynical is back to his feet, but Storme is still struggling to get to his.  Cynical wraps him around with a headlock again.

Phoenix: It looks like Cynical's strategy thus far has been to cut off the air supply of his opponent.  If you can't breathe you can't fight. 

Lillehammer: but he was in such an awkward position for that one, Storme rolls through and locks his opponents arm behind his back.  Storme sweeps the leg, and now he's got Cynical on his stomach! 

Storme keeps that arm locked behind the back, while Cynical tries to flip himself to his front. Storme pushes down on the shoulder, keeping Cynical where he is.  Storme raises one of his knees, and plants it over Cynical body, and raises his wrist lock higher into the air, putting more and more pressure on it.

Lillehammer: Storme has been biding his time, waiting for this moment.  He saw an opening and he took it!

Phoenix: Cynical won't submit!  Storme changes his strategy again, wrapping his legs around the arm.

Lillehammer: This is the Cross-Arm Breaker, and Cynical is nowhere near the ropes!

Phoenix: Cynical starts to stir, he's moving the legs again, first to the left, then to the ring, then h manages to get onto his stomach, and it looks like Cynical is back in control!

Lillehammer: Much like we saw before, Cynical is on his feet, and has control of Storme's legs.  He puts all the pressure he can on them, before flipping Storme up for a stretch!

Phoenix: Storme escapes!  He falls on Cynical, the leg is hooked!

1


2


NO!

Lillehammer: Storme is back on his feet in an instant! 

Storme reaches for the back of his opponent, but Cynical flips him over.  Storme is back on his feet in an instant, and connects with a drop kick to the chest.  Storme hits the ropes for momentum, going for a running leg drop, but Cynical rolls out, and comes back with a roundhouse kick to his seated opponent.  Storme ducks backwards, and both men stare one another down in the middle of the ring as the fans applaud for what they have seen so far.

Lillehammer: The feeling is electric here so far!

Phoenix: I think that no matter who wins, we're going to see a great match.

Lillehammer: Storme is back on the assault.  He comes at Cynical with a big boot, and then picks him up over his shoulders for a military press! 

Storme holds Cynical in place for a moment, before dropping him.  As Cynical floats through the air, Storme dashes to a nearby turnbuckle, and by the time Cynical lands with a hard thud on the ground, Storme is already sailing through the air, halfway though a moonsault!

Phoenix: What a move!  These are the kinds of things I can't wait to see Steve Storme bring to Pyromania! 

Lillehammer: Don't get ahead of yourself yet!  Storme still has to beat Cynical, and the two time champion isn't done yet. 

Phoenix: No, but neither is Storme.  Storme gets himself to the ring ropes, and springs up…

Lillehammer: But Cynical springs to life!  Missile drop kick to the chest, and Storme goes sailing to the outside!

Phoenix: This is the resiliency of Cynical that has brought him to victory time and time again.  Cynical is back on his feet now, looking for a baseball slide to Storme, who is trying to recover.

Lillehammer: Storme ducks under though, and catches Cynical on his shoulders!  He's got him in a fire-mans carry…and it looks like we're going to see the End…The End of Discord! 

Storme connects with his finishing move, the End of Discord, a Schwein Redline, on the outside of the ring.  The crowd goes wild, as Storme rolls himself back into the ring, yelling at the referee to start the count, as the crowd changes their tone, and starts to boo wildly.

Lillehammer: Storme would win, and would receive his contract if he were to win on a count out, however it doesn't seem to be a popular decision here tonight.

Storme walks to the corner and kicks his legs up over the top rope, and his shoulders over the other set of ropes as he looks to be comfortably resting.  Cynical meanwhile is crawling to his feet.  As he gets fully to a standing position, Storme darts off the ropes, and through the middle ropes for a suicide dive, taking Cynical down once again.  This time Storme picks Cynical back to his feet, and rolls him through the ropes, back into the ring. 

Lillehammer: Now the fans are on their feet once again, and it looks like Storme is going to cover him for the pin.

1

2

NO!  Cynical manages to get his foot onto the bottom rope before the referee can make a three count. 

Phoenix: Cynical starts getting up, throwing haymakers wildly, and one connects with the chest of his opponent.  That's going to give him the time he needs to recover!

Lillehammer: Cynical hits the ropes for momentum, and connects with a running high knee!  Storme is stunned!  Cynical lifts Storme up for the cYnaburst!

Phoenix: And plants him right into the ground!  Storme is down!  Cynical starts to motion for Storme to get up!

Cynical walks to the ropes and climbs to the top turnbuckle at the nearest corner.  Storme starts to stir a bit.

Lillehammer: This could be it!  the 450 splash!  Cynical is going to put Storme down with the 450 splash! 

As Cynical flips his body in the air, Storme rolls out of the way.  Storme gets to his feet, hits the ropes, and as Cynical lands on his knees, Storme connects with a shining Wizard!

Lillehammer: That’s it!

Phoenix: Storme covers him!

1


2


3!

Phoenix: Welcome to Pyromania's newest recruit, Steve Storme!

Steve Storme (4.28 APS + 1.3 Vote = 5.58 Total)
cYnical (4.36 APS + 1.2 Vote = 5.56 Total)

”Deathsmarch” by Cancer Bats blasts throughout the arena as Steve Storme climbs to his feet, expressionless, no sign of joy at this victory. The fans aren’t happy either, booing Storme mercilessly but he pays no heed.

Speaker: HE’S NO LONGER UNEMPLOYED, YOUR WINNER… STEVE STORME!

Lillehammer: Storme gets his long-awaited revenge for the Redemption Rumble, but he looks as stony and stoic as ever. Always focused on what’s next, no time for celebrations.

Michaels: This is undoubtedly one of the closest matches I’ve witnessed.

Lillehammer: This has to be a sweet victory for Storme after losing to X at Altered Reality, as well as the unprofessionalism of Master Chief Phillips costing him two well-earned titles. It’s been a tough few months.

Michaels: Some might say Storme had it coming to him, but I think we’re forgetting that this win means he is now an official member of the Pyromania roster. Master Chief won’t be happy to see Storme on the LPW payroll once again.

Lillehammer: A wonderful acquisition for Pyromania. Welcome to the A brand, Steve!

While Storme leans on the ropes, catching his breath, cYnical begins to stir. “Power” by Kanye West plays through the arena and Damion Kross emerges from backstage, slowly applauding. Storme looks up at him, and then back at cYnical, as a smirk crosses his face. As cYnical rises to one knee, Storme bounces off the ropes and crushes him with another shining wizard!

Michaels: Oh my! Storme continues the attack after the match!

Lillehammer: But only after Kross came out, I think Storme wanted to make good on his arrangement. Either way, Storme just put a big exclamation point on this important victory.

Michaels: Well cYnical confirmed he’s still got what it takes tonight. He took one of the leaders of the new school to the absolute limit and nearly took the victory in a truly excellent match-up.

Lillehammer: cYn has served Pyromania well but like he said before, this is Storme’s time now, and with the apparent support of Damion Kross, what can't this young man do?

A ringside official hands Storme a mic as Kross disappears backstage and The Black Sheep returns to the center of the ring, eyes flickering round the jeering arena.

Storme: The torch was not passed tonight… it was taken.

The boos increase in volume as Storme finally shows emotion with an arrogant smirk.

Storme: Forget about these other so-called saviors. White Falcon has been a constant disappointment. Eddie B. is too childish and hard-headed to take charge. Ken Ryans and Eric Scorpio have packed it in. Tonight I stepped into the flame and extinguished it. In doing so, I proved I am worthy of leading Pyromania and I pledge to do everything in my power to ensure its success.

Lillehammer: See, he’s loyal to Pyromania, he won’t let us down. This is what Pyro needs, not some ungrateful egomaniacs like Eddie B. who don’t give a damn about their brand.

Michaels: It remains to be seen whether Storme actually cares about Pyromania, or if he’s just using it for his own gain.

Lillehammer: Don’t be so cynical, Storme means every word!

Storme: I would like to take this opportunity to warn everybody who-

: Now hold on a second…

Steve lowers his mic as the whole arena turn to the stage where Master Chief Phillips emerges from the curtain, a mic in hand, and daughter Jenna at his side. The fans cheer the arrival of the Insanity General Manager who is wearing a little grin across his face.

Lillehammer: Oh no, here comes that old loon and his skank of a daughter.

Michaels: I want to know what that knowing smile’s about.

Master Chief: Congratulations on your win tonight, Steve, but unfortunately for you, I have some bad news.

Storme: What are you going to do now? Strip me of my Pyro contract?

Master Chief: I’ve had several discussions with my lawyers and it turns out there’s a legitimate case to be made for your incarceration. Did ya think you could assault my daughter and just run away to Pyro? Ha! You’ve gotta deal with the courts now – Jenna has decided she WILL be pressing charges!

Lillehammer: She shouldn’t have been in the ring in the first place!

The fans erupt in further cheers as Storme puts one hand to his head in despair.

Master Chief: Therefore, pending investigation, you will be suspended from LPW and removed from the premises immediately. Come on out, boys.

Michaels: Storme is suspended?!

Lillehammer: This is an outrage! He just won a contract here!

Four burly security guards in full riot gear join Master Chief and his daughter as they march down to the ring. Storme backs into one corner, trying to talk his way out of this.

Storme: Surely we can come to some arrangement, Chief…

On the other side of the ring, both Phillips’ stand flanked by security. Master Chief shakes his head from side to side in the negative, that smile growing bigger as Storme grows desperate.

Storme: Look, I’m sorry, OK?! I did a terrible thing and I’m truly sorry.

Master Chief: It’s too late for that now.

Storme: Is there nothing I can do to make this right?

Master Chief: Nope. You’re outta here.

The security guards begin to move forward but Jenna motions for them to stay where they are. To the surprise of her father, she approaches Storme with teeth gritted and eyes widened, barely holding back her anger.

Michaels: This is not a good idea, Storme has nothing to lose.

Lillehammer: He will not hesitate to smack her down – he’s done it before!

Suddenly Jenna jumps up into Storme’s arms as they passionately kiss. Master Chief Phillips’ jaw drops in horror while the crowd goes insane, some even throwing trash towards the ring.

Michaels: NO WAY!!

Lillehammer: WHAT THE HELL?!

Master Chief: Wh… what…

Jenna drops down to her feet and turns back to her father with a wicked smile.

Jenna: I’m not pressing charges, daddy.

Master Chief lunges towards the laughing Storme, fists flying wildly but the security guards intercept, tackling the Chief to the canvas and restraining him while Jenna and Steve continue kissing. A flying paper cup narrowly misses Storme’s head as the crowd jeer relentlessly.

Michaels: It was a set-up… I… I cannot believe this.

Lillehammer: Me neither, Drew. Jenna Phillips has finally ditched her controlling imbecile father to live happily ever after with a fine gentleman like Steve Storme. I didn’t think she was this smart.

Michaels: Storme was responsible for Jenna’s miscarriage!

Lillehammer: You know what they say, time heals old wounds.

Michaels: But this is ridiculous! How can she go back to Storme after what he did? I know some women like bad boy, he’s a complete monster! Poor Chief, imagine losing your daughter to scum like that…

Lillehammer: You should be happy Storme is still on Pyromania, not feeling sorry for Chief Phillips. Where’s your brand loyalty? I don’t give a damn about Insanity!

Michaels: Now Master Chief being escorted from the ring by security and he is understandably furious. Look at the pure hatred in his eyes. He’s been betrayed tonight by his own daughter, his flesh and blood – despicable.

Lillehammer: It seemed like Chief was winning this war, but Storme just dropped an atom bomb. I’m not sure how he made amends with Jenna for that miscarriage, but I’m sure we’ll find out on Pyromania 21.1 – how’s that for segue?

Michaels: Yeah, that’s all we have time for. Thanks for tuning in to LPW Homecoming 2012, we hope you enjoyed the show.