"Deer Dance" by System of A Down Blast through the arena as the crowd before settling on Phoenix and SoL.

Phoenix: GOOD EVENING LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! I’m Blazing Phoenix

SoL: pffft Like the New Breed needs Introduction

Phoenix: and this is At All Costs. What an explosive night we have planned tonight but let’s get right into some action. Opening things off is a match between two of the top young prospects on Insanity. Steve Storme has been a terrific addition to Insanity, bringing an exciting style that has a wealth of experience in this great sport. His opponent is the still mysterious Azreal, who despite having no extensive background in wrestling, is a big man and a very competent fighter.

SoL: Both snot nosed punks have been making waves here. Now we shall see what they can do when their precious streaks are on the line. I like Azreal for his power and height, but Steve Storme has the experience and has had some impressive wins in tag team action of late, which is nothing to take away from. The man has been pulling his weight on that team, no pun intended to his large partner.

Phoenix: As you can attest to, SoL, this match could help the victor rise steadily up the ranks on Insanity. We are seeing a lot of newer faces trying to make their way to the top, which is something we need to survive.

SoL: Just hold up, Phoenix! The New Breed loves seeing dudes that earned it get their due. But these guys still have a lot to prove. They maybe be the “next” superstar, but they still got a lot to learn to hang here.


“Deathsmarch” by Cancer Bats blares on the PA as Steve Storme enters the arena and walks down the ramp, getting a warm welcome from the Philadelphia crowd. He slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckles, acknowledging the hardcore fans of Philly for their support.

Mike Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, our first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first. He hails from California. He weighs in tonight at 225lbs. He is “The King of the Indies” and he is representing The Anarchists! This is STEEEEEEVE STORME!!!

As he steps down, “Hunt you Down” by Saliva blares on the PA as Azreal comes out from the curtain and runs toward the ring. He removes his extra shirt and stands right in his corner.

Mike Announcer: And his opponent, hailing from Parts Unknown. He weighs in tonight at 305 lbs. He is “The Heavenly Assassin” and represents the Watchmen! This is AZREAL!

SoL: The New Breed is unamused at the trend of peoples winning one match and already thinking they deserve self given nicknames.

Phoenix: We have an interesting match up here. Experience and all around skill goes to Storme in this match, but he has to contend with the raw power and size of Azreal.

SoL: Storme is going to have to hit Azreal and move, keep the big man unbalanced. If he gets in Azreal's hands, it could be bad things. The man, while not as skilled in the arts of wrestling as Storme is, has good grappling and the power to throw the self proclaimed “King of the Indies” out of the ring with his smarky fan base.

Azreal and Storme go to lock up, but Storme ducks under and runs toward the ropes. Azreal turns around, only to get a dropkick to the knee by Storme. Azreal stays standing and tries to grab Storme again, who dodges and hits a succession of kicks to the leg of Azreal. Storme tries to go for a third kick, but Azreal grabs it. Storme tries for an enziguri, but Azreal dodges it. Storme gets back on his feet quick before Azreal can react.

Phoenix: Storme seems to be heeding your advice SoL. He used his speed to try and take out Azreal's legs. Azreal shaking some feeling back in his legs. Azreal is trying to keep Storme cornered.

SoL: Best way to neutralize the faster man is to keep them close.

Phoenix: Storme tries to get back to the open...Azreal grabs him and throws him into the corner. Azreal unloading on Storme with a barrage of right hands. Irish whip by Azreal to the corner. Storme lands hard into the turnbuckles! Azreal comes running toward Storme, going for a stinger splash...Storme with two boots to cut off the momentum. Storme goes to the second rope. Dropkick to the back of the head by Storme, knocking Azreal down.

SoL: Even the biggest and toughest man couldn't withstand a dropkick to the back of the head by a 225 lbs man.

Phoenix: Storme stomps on the downed Azreal. He picks him up. He tries to Irish whip him. Azreal is not obliging. Storme throws a few strong kicks to the legs of Azreal. He attempts to Irish whip Azreal again...Azreal reverses it...into an overhead belly to belly suplex! He almost threw Storme out of the ring!

Azreal picks up Storme and walks him over to the corner. Storme tries to get away, but Azreal throws him back into the corner and starts to alternate hard right hands punches with knife edged chops. Azreal Irish whips Storme to the corner hard again. Azreal rushes quickly toward Storme and hits him with a running big boot, knocking Storme down.

Phoenix: Big Running boot by Azreal! The man continues to impress me with his speed!

SoL: Not all big guys are slow, Phoenix. Azreal is keeping Storme close and showing his own agility to compensate.

Phoenix: Azreal has Storme seated in the corner. Azreal is taking his boot and is scrapping his foot on the face of Storme! I know where this is going!

SoL: Boot scrapes into the face wash. Equal parts humiliating and brutal. God bless me for inventing it!

Phoenix: I could have swore Koji Kanemoto or Shinjiro Otani did it first, you big liar!

SoL: Our fans don't know better!

Phoenix: Azreal is still scrapping his foot to the face of Storme. He motions to the crowd and starts to run to the opposite corner. Face Wash boot is...not coming! Storme popped up and hit the running Azreal with a running high knee to the face.

SoL: Storme got some good hang time front that knee.

Phoenix: Storme takes a moment to see if his face still has skin. He sees Azreal on all fours, trying to get up. Dropkick to the face of the downed Azreal! Storme goes up to the second rope again! Flying knee to the back of the neck of the slumped over Azreal!

SoL: Brilliant strategy by Storme. He is using his high flying arsenal without going for broke from the top rope. I am really impressed with the brains of this kid, Phoenix.

Phoenix: Storme picks up Azreal slowly. Multiple Elbow strikes by Storme. Azreal gives Storme a big right, rocking the smaller man. Storme with a series of kicks to Azreal. Storme runs to the ropes and goes for a tilt a whirl headscissors...Azreal throws him down face first, countering the headscissors!

SoL: Storme may have gotten a bit arrogant at his early success and Azreal now has the upper hand. This is the last time I give the New Breed's seal of approval.

Phoenix: Azreal picks Storme up and gives him two rights to the head. He Irish whips Storme to the ropes. Azreal goes for a clothsline...Storme dodges it! Storme comes back toward Azreal! Stomre goes for a cross body block! Azreal catches him! Azreal hoists Storme on his shoulders. He runs him back first into the turnbuckle! Now he runs and hits Storme with a running powerslam.

SoL: Very reminescient of the Oklahoma slam by the late great “Dr. Death” Steve Williams.

Azreal picks Storme up again and shoves him into the corner. He gives him three shoulder charges to the stomach, than gives him an uppercut that rocks Storme. Azreal backs up a few feet, than comes charging and hits Storme with the Stinger splash.

Phoenix: Azreal is back in control of this thing. Storme is looking dazed as he comes out of the corner. Azreal is stalking him. He is attempting to lock on the Last Rights! Storme tries to fight out of it! Storme shifts and tries to get Azreal up with a back suplex...he can't lift him!

SoL: He probably took a bit of energy trying to counter out of the choke. Any other opponent and he would have escaped that.

Phoenix: Azreal with a punch to the exposed head of Storme. Standing switch by Azreal. Big German Suplex by Azreal! Storme has been folded like an accordian!

SoL: Azreal seems to want to finish this one as quickly as possible. Commendable! Much better than toying with someone for too long. That is a recipe for losing a match.

Phoenix: Azreal picks up Storme and Irish whips him to the ropes. Picks him up and drops Storme with the spinning sidewalk slam! Azreal gets up. Running Senton to Storme! Cover by Azreal! ONE...TWO...Kickout by Storme at two!

SoL: Storme has shown he is a tough character in tag team action, but is showing how tough he truly is in singles competition.

Phoenix: Azreal picks up Storme and Irish whips him to the corner. Azreal comes rushing in! Storme moves! And Azreal crashes into the turnbuckles. Storme reacts with a running shining wizard in the corner, sending Azreal to the floor! Azreal is hunched over in the corner. Storme sees this...and hits him with a running seated Dropkick! Storme is back in this!

SoL: Good escape by the young anarchist, but let us curb our enthusiasum, Phoenix. Azreal has controled the match so far.

Phoenix: Storme picks up Azreal and gives him an arm wringer. Storme is wrenching it tightly. He brings the arm down, causing damage. Azreal attempts to short arm clothslne Storme, who dodges! Azreal turns around...La Mistica by Storme! And he has the Broken Wings locked in! He has that scissored armbar locked in!

SoL: Brilliant transition by Storme to go from the La Mistica to his submission finisher. But Azreal still has plenty of strength and just needs to push a little to get to the ropes.

Phoenix: Azreal fighting the hold, trying to reach the ropes! And he reaches. The ref tells Storme to break the hold. Storme stomps on the head of Azreal, trying to soften up the big man. And now he is stomping on that right arm that he had the Broken Wings locked in on!

SoL: He is continuing to assault that arm, now that he got it softened up. That might be the way for Storme to win this match up.

Storme picks up Azreal and gives him a few right hands to the face than a boot to the midsection. Storme runs toward the ropes and springboards off, going for the Springboard clothesline. Azreal catches him with his good arm and nails him with a one armed spine buster.

Phoenix: What a counter by Azreal!

SoL: Both of these young men are giving there all for their chance to become one of the next big things on Insanity and they are pulling all of the stops so far!

Phoenix: Azreal picks up Storme and puts him in a bear hug, right in the center of the ring!

SoL: The bear hug has the potential of breaking ribs and causing people to pass out, if used by the right person. And Azreal seems to be the right person.

Phoenix: Azreal is really putting his all into the hold. Storme is trying to squeeze out. He throws a number of punches, but they have no effect on Azreal, who cinches the hold tighter.

Azreal continues maintaining the pressure of the bear hug. Storme starts to throw elbow strikes to the face of Azreal, causing the big man to lose his grip on the hold. Storme gives him a well placed elbow between the eyes, causing Azreal to break the hold. Storme hits Azreal with a step up enziguri to buy himself some time to regain his bearings after the bear hug.

Phoenix: And Storme is out of the bearhug! He found a way to get out and now could turn the tide. He runs to the ropes. Azreal catches him and plants him with a 360 degree spinning side slam! Storme looks out!

SoL: Storme looked to be back in this, but Azreal proving to have more of a knowledge for this game than we thought, totally suckering Storme into that super spin Boss Man Slam.

Phoenix: Azreal is signaling he is finishing this. He is picking Storme up and is setting him up for the Vigilante Slam! He lifts Storme up! Storme is trying to fight out of it!

SoL: He wants this badly, but can he escape?

Phoenix: Storme wiggles free! Azreal comes toward Storme...who throws Azreal into the corner! Azreal bounces out of the corner...and Storme just planted Azreal with a backdrop driver! He used the momentum of Azreal's crash to lift a man that is nine inches and almost one hundred pounds bigger than him!

SoL: Both men are down and out, Storme not able to capitalize after his amazing feat of strength.

Ref: One...two...three...

Phoenix: Both men are starting to move, but are still down! Who will get up first? Who will regain the advantage?

Ref: Four...five...six...

Phoenix: Both men are up. Azreal opens up with a number of right hands to Storme; Storme answers back with a spin kick to the gut of Azreal. And an uppercut to the bent over Azreal, knocking him backwards! Storme running toward Azreal for a big running knee...Azreal counters it into a back breaker! Wow!

SoL: This match has gone back and forth, but now it looks like Azreal has this thing under wraps.

Phoenix: Azreal picks up Storme and throws him into the corner. He is backing off to the other corner and sizes up Storme. He hears the crowd going wild, motioning them to make more noise.

SoL: Something he should learn as he keeps going! Don't listen or get enamored with the love of these idiots.

Azreal makes a dash for the opposite corner and attempts to hit the Redemption. But Storme ducks between the ropes and onto the apron as Azreal crashes and crotches himself into the turnbuckle. Azreal walks to the middle of the ring, holding himself from the pain. Storme springboards off the ropes and plants Azreal with the Forgotten Works.

Phoenix: Storme just escaped certain death and just planted Azreal with the Forgotten Works, his 720 DDT! He really planted Azreal's head into the mat! Storme goes for the cover! ONE...TWO...THREE! It's over! What a battle!

Mike Announcer: The winner of the match. STEEEEEEEVE STORME!!!

Steve Storme 4.02 aps+ 1.70 avs = 5.72
Azreal 3.98 aps + 0.50 avs = 4.48

Phoenix: What a hard fought match between these two young men, who have developed a bit of a rivalry the last few weeks.

SoL: Score round one for Storme, who thoroughly impressed with his tenacity against a bigger opponent. Hopefully both men don't bump into McDaygo after this battle.

We cut backstage to where Acting General Manager and LPW Good Will Ambassador is seen on the phone and has a distraught look on his face.  As he is talking he spots cYnical walking and he flags him over.

cYnical: What’s up Sonny? I thought the real GM was here tonight.

SOR: He is but he has me running the majority of the show has he is taking care of another issue but said not to worry that he would make a presence known tonight.

cYnical: So you spoke to him? So tell me old friend who is it?

SOR: I honestly don’t know. We never spoke any of these times but I receive typed letters delivered by a damn bird…

cYnical: Wow so only Kross knows huh but oh well we can find out soon enough so if you excuse me I have to prepare to make history tonight.

SOR: Yeah about that Daniel… I am so sorry

cYnical: What are you talking about?

SOR: Well you been following the news about the destruction going on in Japan have you?

cYnical:Yeah… but not trying to be a dick but how does that affect me making history.

SOR: Morpheus won’t be able to make it tonight. He is stranded in Japan.

cYnical: WHAT?!?

SOR: I’ve gotten word he is fine, and you will still get your title shot. Just not tonight; I apologies again.

cYnical: … Not your fault Sonny.  I’ll talk to you later man I need to go blow some steam.

cYnical walks away from Sonny with a look of extreme disappointment on his face.

Phoenix: This is At All Costs, ladies and gentlemen. If you’ve just tuned in, earlier we received word from Son of Repoman that LPW World Heavyweight Champion Morpheus will not be here tonight due to the recent calamities in Japan.

SoL: What was he doing there? We don’t have any Asian tours.

Phoenix: I don’t know, personal business? All we know is that fortunately, he is safe and sound and will definitely be with us for our next show.

SoL: Good to hear. What about our main event, though?

Phoenix: We have yet to hear an announcement from SOR about what he plans to do with cYnical…

”Epic” by Faith No More plays to huge cheers from the crowd, as cYn is here, most likely to address the issue.

SoL: Speak of the devil.

Phoenix: Well, here’s our #1 contender now! I wonder what he has to say about this issue!

SoL: No, no, no, no. I do not want to listen to Harry Potter, he ain’t got anything official to say!

Phoenix: Well, too late, he’s already here. What are you gonna do about it?

cYn rolls into the ring and asks for a microphone as the crowd cheers.

SoL: No, don’t give him a mic!

Phoenix: Hush.

cYnical: Well. Well, well, well. I came to Philly ready to take back my World Heavyweight Championship. I certainly wasn’t expecting this to happen.

SoL: Neither did we. Thanks for coming!

Phoenix: Quiet, New Breed.

SoL: Don’t you shush me!

cYnical: I assure you that you guys are not the only one who’s disappointed by all of this. Not only will you not get a five-star main event as we promised… but I came here for nothing. Now I gotta sit on my hands backstage.

SoL: Aww, too bad!

cYnical: So in behalf of Morpheus and LPW, I personally apologize to each and every one of you for not getting your hard-earned money’s worth. I guess that’s all I can say and do right now. Enjoy the rest of the night, everyone.

SoL: Yes! Hit the showers!

Phoenix: Man… it seems cYn is really bummed out about this.

cYn goes to return the mic to the timekeeper, but all of a sudden ”New Born” by Muse plays and the crowd goes wild again. cYn turns toward the entrance ramp with a grin forming across his mouth.

SoL: What… what now? The New Breed ain’t got time for silliness like this!

Phoenix: It’s Sheepster! cYn’s old ally is here!

SoL: And the guy who took his title from him. This should be good.

Sheepster gets to the ring and gets a mic as well.

Sheepster: Woah, hold on there, cYn. Really? You’re going to leave these people in lovely Philadelphia just like that? Because of a nasty tsunami?

cYnical: Well, yeah. There’s nothing much I can do about that.

The crowd boos this.

Sheepster: You know what I think? I think that just because Morph can’t be in action… doesn’t mean cYnical can’t be either.

The crowd cheers. cYn raises his eyebrow.

cYnical: …What are you trying to say, Sheep?

Sheepster: cYnical, you are a smart man. You know what I’m trying to say.

The crowd’s cheers grow louder. cYn cracks a smile.

cYnical: Are you… challenging me to a match, Sheep?

Sheepster: Yes, indeed.

cYnical: Right here, and right now?

Sheepster: You bet.

cYnical: Why, the nerve…

Sheep’s face falls a little.

cYnical: …Somebody get a referee down here! This match is on!

Sheep smiles and the crowd goes wild!

Phoenix: And here it is! We’ve got an impromptu match between cYnical and Sheepster right now!

SoL: No! No no no! I did not sign up for shenanigans like this! The next match is supposed to be… that triple threat for the Hardcore Championship!

Phoenix: Too late SoL, we’ve got a referee running frantically down that ramp! This match is on, and the Philly crowd is absolutely loving it!

The ref gets into the ring and calls for the bell. Sheep and cYn start circling each other as the crowd is still going wild.

Phoenix: Here we go, this impromptu match is officially underway, cYn with a lock-up to Sheepster, Sheepster counters with an armbar, cYn reverses into an armbar of his own and a stiff kick to the gut!

SoL: It’s like nobody has seen this specific sequence before in wrestling.

Phoenix: cYn continues his assault with forearms to the face, pushing Sheep to the ropes but Sheep ducks one and whips cYn to the other side of the ring! cYn eats a dropkick! Gets back up and gets into stance! What an exchange!

SoL: All of a sudden they’re spot monkeys now?

Phoenix: It’s the initial energy, and the crowd is eating it all up! cYn locks up again with Sheep and pushes him to the corner, ref breaks it up, and cYn with a Flair chop to Sheep’s chest! And another!

SoL: I guess you can say he’s tenderizing that mutton… no homo, of course.

Phoenix: And one more! cYn raises his hand again but Sheep counters with a kick! Sheep moves up the turnbuckle and LEG LARIAT FROM THE SECOND ROPE! What a move!

SoL: Stay down!

Phoenix: Sheep goes for the cover! One, tw-  no, cYnical kicks out! Not even five minutes in the match and they’re already on fire!

SoL: I wish Wizard Boy would set them both on fire.

Phoenix: Sheep picks cYn up from the mat and goes for another irish whip, but cYn counters! Hooks him and hits the suplex!

SoL: I said stay down!

Phoenix: Sheep on one knee but here comes cYn with a low dropkick to the side of Sheep’s head!

SoL: I don’t believe for one second that these guys could still be friends. Sheep won the World Heavyweight Championship from cYn. Surely, there’s gonna be some tension, some animosity between the two of them, at least on cYn’s part.

Phoenix: Well, as far as I know the two are professional about it. cYn understands that it’s all part of the game, and at the very least Sheepster did not play dirty when he won the championship.

SoL: If I were him, I’d harbor at least a tiny bit. Just a tiny bit. He took my belt.

Phoenix: Well, why’d you let him take your belt in the first place? cYn in control, elbows and forearms to Sheep’s face, kicks to the thigh and legs! Sheep fires back with shots of his own!

SoL: See that? I can feel the anger flow through his offense!

Phoenix: Stop trying to stir the pot. cYn with a stiff forearm that spins Sheep around, cYn grabs him from behind and spins him, he’s going for the spinout powerbomb… but no! Sheep counters into an arm drag!

SoL: I bet cYn’s angry that he can’t put Sheep away.

Phoenix: Probably. Sheep gears up and runs, looking to hit Spare Ribs, but cYn dodges! Sheepster hits the corner!

SoL: Do these guys not get hurt or something?

Phoenix: LPW Superstars are known for their endurance and fortitude, New Breed, I’m sure you of all people would know that! cYnical unwraps Sheep from the post grabs him from behind again… here we go with the spin-out powerbomb! cYnical hits the cYnaburst!

SoL: Oh, it’s all over now! cYn is just taking out his anger!

Phoenix: HE’S NOT ANGRY! cYn covers! One, two, th- no, not even the three! Sheepster kicks out! cYn thought he had it!

SoL: Well, if he wasn’t angry before, he’s definitely angry now! Shoot that fire, Wizard Boy!

Phoenix: cYn is frustrated… he’s going up the ropes! What does he have in mind?

SoL: He’s going high!

Phoenix: cYn is on the top rope! He’s gonna fly high! cYntrifical Force… NO! Sheep rolled out of the way! Sheep rolled out of the way!

SoL: Oh, snap! Crash and burn! Told you they’re just two spot monkeys!

Phoenix: cYn went for the 450 splash but splashed hard on the mat! This may be the opening Sheepster needs!

SoL: Sheep beating him twice in a row? That’s sure to get his blood raging!

Phoenix: Sheep crawls over to cYn, and goes for the cover! The ref counts! One, two, thre – no! cYn kicks out! cYn kicks out! cYn is still in the game!

SoL: We’ve just gone over five minutes, and they’ve already bust out the big moves! Are we pressed for time here? Didn’t we lose a main event? Slow down, will ya?

Phoenix: Sheep is back on his feet, he’s dragging cYn near the corner, what does he have planned here?

SoL: I don’t know, but he better get on cYn quick. That was the opening he needed, and he needs to follow up quick before cYn gets back on his feet.

Phoenix: Sheep backs up… and runs towards the corner… Vader Bomb! Sheep went for the Vader Bomb! That might be it for cYn after getting squashed in the torso!

SoL: Oh, he’s gonna be real pissed off when he comes to after the match!

Phoenix: Sheepster goes for the cover! This might be over! One, two, three- no, no! cYn put his leg on the bottom rope! This match continues!

SoL: Lucky bastard.

Phoenix: cYn dodged a bullet with that one, but Sheep is dragging his body to the center of the ring! Sheep hooks the leg this time! One, two, thr- no, cYn with the shoulder up!

SoL: Sheep put him away before, but cYn isn’t having it this time!

Phoenix: cYn still down and Sheep picking him up… what will he do next? Sheep hooking cYn, looking to go for a suplex… no, he spins! Under the Fleece! Wait… no! cYn counters it into a cutter! Sheep is down! cYn is down! The crowd is electric!

SoL: These two are killing each other! I told you there was animosity!

Phoenix: That’s not animosity, that’s two legends showing the world how it’s done! cYn tries to crawl over to Sheep’s body… and he barely covers him! The referee counts! One, two, thre- no, Sheepster kicks out! Sheepster is still in the game!

SoL: Man, cYn must be really angry. Sheep just won’t die.

Phoenix: cYn’s trying to gather himself here, still a little loopy from the failed 450 splash earlier. If Sheepster hits a big move here, barring any other rope breaks that should be it for cYn.

SoL: And he’ll be really pissed off.

Phoenix: You just won’t drop it, will you?

SoL: I got nothing if I do.

Phoenix: That’s quite sad. cYn up on his feet now, Sheepster still on the canvas. cYn goes over there and hooks Sheepster… the Manic Depression! He’s got him in the submission!

SoL: Oh man… I think cYn might have this won.

Phoenix: They’re in the middle of the ring, and cYn is just pulling hard, there might be no way out for Sheepster!

SoL: I don’t see a way out of a dragon sleeper and Rings of Saturn combo… unless cYn tires out.

Phoenix: Sheepster just holding on as cYn stretches him out! He has to hold on here!

SoL: cYn just pouring out all his anger, all his hate in the move!

Phoenix: Again, stop trying to stir the pot! The ref is asking if Sheep would like to submit, but Sheep is indignant!

SoL: Come on, cYn! Make him tap!

Phoenix: The ref asks Sheep again, and Sheep still won’t tap out! cYn finally releases the hold, presumably exhausted!

SoL: This is only adding to cYn’s fire! No pun intended. Okay, maybe a little intended.

Phoenix: cYn goes for the cover, hoping that the damage he dealt was enough – one, two, thr- no, Sheep kicks out again!

SoL: And cYn is just wondering what he has to do to put Sheepster away!

Phoenix: cYn raises Sheep up, kicks him in the gut… raises him up! cYn’s going for the Negative Outlook! This may be it! This may be it!

SoL: This is the end!

Phoenix: Wait, Sheep breaks free! Sheep breaks free! cYn turns around… BUT EATS LAMB CHOPS! SHEEPSTER JUST SUPERKICKED CYNICAL!

SoL: Ohhh damn!

Phoenix: THIS MIGHT BE IT! THIS MIGHT BE IT! SHEEP MAY BE GOING OVER CYNICAL AGAIN!

SoL: cYn’s going to be so mad!

Phoenix: Sheep is exhausted, he falls down on top of cYn, this is the cover! One! Two! Three- NO! NO! NO! CYNICAL KICKED OUT! CYN KICKED OUT!

SoL: Oh my… how the hell did that happen?

Phoenix: Sheepster cannot believe it! But he’s also too exhausted! Sheepster hooks the leg this time, the referee counts! One! Two! Thre- no, cYn got the shoulder up! He’s just not out of the game yet!

SoL: That’s angry power for you!

Phoenix: Sheepster slowly collects himself, and picks up cYn too, they’re moving very gingerly now! Sheepster whips cYn into the corner!

SoL: What does he have planned now?

Phoenix: Sheepster backpedals, summoning all his strength… and charges toward cYn! Going for the Spare Ribs to cYn in the corner… but NO! cYn with a big boot to the incoming Sheep! cYn is really still in this game!

SoL: cYn has to act quick now!

Phoenix: Sheep on one knee, cYn moves in there and kicks him in the gut! Raises him up! He’s going for the Negative Outlook! Negative Outlook! HE HITS IT! THIS SHOULD BE OVER NOW!

SoL: cYn covers! Referee counts!

Phoenix: ONE! TWO! THREE! CYNICAL WINS!

Mike Announcer: AND HERE IS YOUR WINNER… CYNICAL!!!

cYnical is still down on the mat as the audience give them both a standing ovation.

cYnical (3.98 aps)
Sheepster (3.63 aps)

Phoenix: My god, what a match! Two old friends just going out there and giving the audience a feast for the eyes!

SoL: I don’t know, I still think-

Phoenix: That’s enough, SoL, I will not let you ruin this moment any more.

cYn gets up with the help of the referee, who slowly raises his arm in victory. After that, cYn goes over to Sheep.

SoL: Oh, here we go! There’s gonna be a smackdown laid tonight!

Phoenix: Please.

cYn helps bring Sheep to his feet, all to the adoration of the crowd.

SoL: Here it is! It’s coming! He’s going to sucker punch him!

Phoenix: THAT’S ENOUGH, SOL.

After a slight pause, cYn sticks out his hand. Sheep just looks at it… and to his surprise, draws cYn into a hug instead, as the crowd goes wild.

Phoenix: Now that… that is friendship, SoL, apparently something you can’t even grasp. Even after all they’ve been through, it will take so much more to break the bond of friendship.

SoL: Please, enough with the sappy crap. If I wanted this I’d watch a Fresh Prince after-school special.

They continue to celebrate in the ring a little more. All of a sudden, though, two men rush the ring from backstage. They slide in the ring and catch cYn and Sheepster unaware, dropping them with hits from behind. Their entrance was so quick that their identities were blurred momentarily, but now that they are standing tall, we see that they are…

Phoenix: THE ANARCHISTS! THE ANARCHISTS ARE HERE AND THEY’VE JUST SNUCK UP ON CYNICAL AND SHEEPSTER! THIS IS UNCALLED FOR!

SoL: FINALLY something interesting happened!

Phoenix: No! They’re just beating down on the two veterans! I get that you should be making statements but not this way!

SoL: They’re taking charge, man! They’re grabbing their careers by the balls!

Seth and Storme continue their brutal assault on cYn and Sheep when all of a sudden, ”There and Back Again” by Daughtry plays on the PA, causing the crowd to cheer as Magic rushes down the ramp.

Phoenix: IT’S MAGIC! MAGIC IS HERE TO SAVE THE DAY!

SoL: What? But… but he’s not under contract!

Magic slides into the ring and Seth and Storme are prepared for him; Seth attacks first but Magic quickly sidesteps and throws him over the top rope. Storme charges towards him but Magic ducks and runs towards the ropes, jumps and springboards into a rolling elbow smash to Storme’s face!

Phoenix: Magic is on fire! He’s taken out both Anarchists!

SoL: HE CAN’T DO THAT! HE’S NOT EMPLOYED! ARREST HIM!

Seth quickly makes his way to the timekeeper to get a mic.

Seth: HEY! Hey, Magic! You just made a big mistake, pal. Have you forgotten that you can’t attack us?

SoL: THAT’S RIGHT!

Seth: Security, take this guy away!

SoL: LOCK HIM UP!

Phoenix: Wait, wait… I believe Son of Repoman had one condition!

Ringside security moves in to take him away but Magic just grins. He goes to a corner and gets up on a turnbuckle, and flings his arm; a loud CRACK! is heard and there is a puff of smoke. He holds up that hand… and there is a piece of paper on it.

Phoenix: Oh my god… is that… could it be?

SoL: What? …No… no… no… NO!

All of a sudden, the TitanTron flickers and cuts to Son of Repoman in his office.

SOR: Oh, yes it is, my friend.

The crowd goes crazy for SOR.

SOR: At ease, security. That man is not to be taken away, because that man Magic… is the newest member of Insanity!

The crowd goes even wilder!

SoL: NO!

Phoenix: Oh my god! Magic is officially back on Insanity, after many years!

SoL: THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING!

Phoenix: Oh, it’s happening, New Breed! Magic has signed that contract and is back on the Insane Brand! That’s definitely going to make for an interesting scene!

SoL: Seriously, this is the worst day of my life.

Phoenix: The Anarchists have been put on notice! Whether they were the ones responsible for Jude’s unfortunate incident or not, Magic is coming after them!

Seth and Storme back up the ramp while Magic helps cYn and Sheep back to their feet. They stare down one another.

We cut backstage to where Nigel Vanderbilt is standing by in his wrestling attire. Standing next to him is a skinny kid (maybe in his early twenties) standing next to him in a cheap suit.

Nigel: The one thing I have learned about buying people is this…its FUN!!! That’s right, I said it, and I’ll fucking say it again and again. In fact, to all my rich brothers and sisters in the world, I strongly recommend you do the same. I love it SOOOOOOO much, I decided to do it again. Allow me to introduce my personal interviewer…Mr. Jones!

The man standing next to Nigel nods at the camera and then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gold plated microphone.

Nigel: I saw the ‘official’ Insanity interviewer roaming the halls last week, a McDaygo or something, and I knew right then and there that I didn’t want to be within twenty feet of that piece of shit. I mean the guy reeks of cheap booze, stale smoke, and donkey cum. If the management wants to have segments this Flo-tastical they need to hire someone we wrestlers feel powerful around…someone we can push around and pick on and won’t do nothing but stand there and look stupid. Kind of like Mr. Jones here.

Nigel slaps him in the face, but the boy does nothing. Nigel, grinning mischievously, spits in his face, and before Jones can clean it Nigel kicks him in the balls and throws him head first into the wall behind them. Nigel picks up the microphone and stares crazy-eyed into the camera.

Nigel: Andy Savana…you worthless son of a bitch…you made the biggest mistake of your life when you agreed to be my private possession. The things I got planned for you are humiliating, degrading, sickening, and fucking funny to a guy like me so you better get used to it. Hey, Jones, get the fuck up and do your job!!!

Jones gets up, his nose bleeding and his face flushed a bright tomato red. He takes the microphone back, cleans his tears, and holds the mic.

Nigel: Come on, Jones, this is where you’re supposed to ask me a question about tonight’s match. Do it now before I bitch slap you into the middle of next fucking century.

Jones: (Sniffling) Huh, Mr. Vanderbilt, what are your plans tonight concerning Savana?

Nigel: That’s a great question and I’m thrilled you asked it Mr. Jones. (To Camera) Andy, tonight, you are going to do EXACTLY what I tell you to do. If you don’t, I’ll cancel the treatment and I’ll sue your ass for breach of contract! Jail time is how you’ll spend the last of your days on this planet, being butt and face fucked by the uneducated masses. You will lose tonight, Savana, in more ways than one. And that you scummy bitch, you can take to the bank.

Nigel snaps his fingers and a second later a golf cart appears, be driven by Whore. He gets in, but when Jones tries to get in, he shouts, “YOU WALK!!! GO WHORE, GO!!!” He smacks Whore in the back of the head and, as she drives, we can see just how disgusted she is about all of this.

Phoenix: Welcome back to the AT ALL COSTS. Up next is the first of two title matches.

SoL: It was three but Shit happens…

Phoenix: Ok but time to see the highly impressive Big B. Brown take on two impressive rookies that both have earned this shot from a battle royal last show. But let’s get to the action.

SoL: Correction Zenith earned this shot; Ozzy cheated his way into it.


Mike Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall, and it is for the LPW Hardcore Championship! Making his way to the ring, the challenger, hailing from Blissfield, Michigan, he weighs in at 6'3” and 270 lbs, OZZZZZZYYYY CRRRRREEEERRRAAARRRR!!!!

“Cracked Actor” by David Bowie plays as Ozzy Crerar runs down the ramp to the ring. As he's playing to the crowd, “In Elegance” by The Architects plays.

Mike Announcer: And now, his opponent, hailing from Melbourne, Australia, he weighs in at 5'11” and 268 lbs, “The Peak of Perfection” ZEEEENNNNIIIITTTHHHHHH!!!!!

Zenith heads down the ramp, but halfway down Ozzy meets him with a sledgehammer to the gut.

Phoenix: Looks like the rookie doesn't want to wait to start this one off. I guess he's still mad about Zenith beating him last week.

SoL: He's angry, and that's going to cost him later on.

Phoenix: Well it's costing Zenith right now, as Ozzy has just thrown him into the steel ring post.

Ozzy rolls Zenith into the ring and goes for a pin fall.

SoL: Umm, I don't think the rookie realizes that the match hasn't started yet....

Phoenix: But it's starting now, here comes Big B Brown!

Brown charges down to the ring, kendo stick in hand, and goes right after Ozzy.

Phoenix: It's just beating the living daylights out of Ozzy here, and the ref is trying to pull him off.

SoL: With both of his opponents weakened, Brown backs off so the ref can start the match.

As soon as the bell rings, Ozzy rolls out of the ring.

Phoenix: The rookie Ozzy is showing some quick thinking here as he rolls out of the ring, letting the other two duke it out.

SoL: Smart move by the new guy, let your opponents weaken each other while you just sit back and relax.

Phoenix: A smart move maybe, but not a brave one.

SoL: Bravery is overrated, it's brains that will take you places. The New Breed should know.

Phoenix: Let's focus on the competitors SoL, instead of your ego. Big B Brown and Zenith are duking it out in the middle of the ring, while Ozzy is still watching from the outside.

SoL: Not a smart move by Zenith here, getting into a punch-up with a guy almost a foot taller than him, especially after the beating Ozzy gave him before the match.

Phoenix: Good call on that one, since that last punch just broke through his guard, he's staggered, and Brown isn't letting up.

As Zenith reels back from the last punch, Brown whips him into the turnbuckle before charging in after him.

Phoenix: Oh, that was a devastating clothesline into the corner from the champion.

SoL: And he's not done yet.

Picking Zenith up off the mat, Brown nails him with a belly-to-belly suplex.

SoL: I think you could scoop Zenith up with a spatula after that slam, and Brown seems to be rubbing it in.

As Brown plays to the crowd, Ozzy sneaks into the ring and nails him with a lariat.

SoL: Ha! That'll teach Brown to take his eyes off his opponent!

Phoenix: After that cheap shot, the rookie has taken complete control of this match. Brown is struggling back to his feet, but he gets taken down by a HUGE fisherman's suplex.

SoL: I don't think Ozzy is happy that Brown beat his ass with a kendo stick earlier.

Pheonix: Well, he's turned his attention to his other opponent. Smart thinking there.

As Ozzy starts towards Zenith, Zenith charges at him and slams full force into his chest. Ozzy staggers back before recovering and throwing a punch at Zenith. Zenith and Ozzy start trading blows.

SoL: Another brawl? When will these people learn, you take them down and move on, you don't just stand there throwing punches.

Phoenix: Will you shut up, SoL? You aren't wrestling anymore.

SoL: You don't get to tell The New Breed to shut up! The New Breed is- OH DEAR GOD!

Phoenix: My god folks, Ozzy just dodged a punch and suplexed Zenith out of the ring!.

SoL: That had to have broken something! That was a nasty fall!

Phoenix: Zenith has been taken completely out of this match, I think he might need medical attention!

Ozzy rolls out of the ring and picks Zenith back up before throwing him into the steel post.

Phoenix: That's just not right! He's trying to injure Zenith, I just know it.

SoL: It's what you do to win Phoenix, he weakened his opponent, and now he's taking advantage.

Ozzy rolls Zenith back in the ring and goes for a pin fall.

Phoenix:One.. Two…  And a save by Big B Brown, the champ won't lose that easily.

SoL: That was a close one though Phoenix, half a second longer and we'd have a new champion.

Brown take Ozzy into the corner and starts beating on him. He pulls him out of the corner, throws him against the ropes and nails him with a spinebuster.

Phoenix: A dominating display by the champion, who has just rolled out of the ring.

SoL: He's grabbing a chair Phoenix. About damned time too, this is supposed to be a Hardcore match.

Phoenix: Well, it certainly is now, Brown is just going to town with that chair, brutalizing the spine and neck of Ozzy Crerar.

Brown drops the chair on the floor and stalks Ozzy.

SoL: I think Brown has something nasty planned...

Phoenix: Ozzy is staggering to his feet, but he doesn't see Brown right behind him. Oh my god, a huge DDT right onto the steel chair!

SoL: Now that is how you win!

Phoenix: Brown is going for a pin...One…two… He kicked out! Ozzy kicked out!

SoL: I thought he was out of this one, that was impressive.

Phoenix: Wait, what is Brown doing here?

Brown slides out of the ring and grabs a table before setting it up in the ring. He then grabs the chair he was using and sets in on top.

SoL: Brown really wants to end this quickly, doesn't he?

Phoenix: I think this might be it for Ozzy, as Brown has just lifted him over his shoulders. But wait, what's he doing.

Brown looks at the table and slowly starts to grin, instead of dropping Ozzy, he throws him into the corner and sets him up on the top rope. Stunning him with a few punches, he drags the table close to the corner.

SoL: I don't think this will end well for the rookie....

Phoenix: Brown is climbing the turnbuckle after him, I think he's going for an elevated Big B. Bomb!

As Brown lifts Ozzy over his shoulders, Zenith pushes him from behind, sending Brown and Ozzy both through the table.

Phoenix: Oh my god! Zenith just shoved both of his opponents down through the table!

SoL:I think that took the last of his energy though, he's collapsed to the outside.

Phoenix: All three competitors are down, no one is moving! The ref is starting the count.

Ref:One…Two…Three…Four…Five...

 Phoenix: Brown's moving!

Ref:Six...Seven…

 Phoenix: Brown's pulling himself up with the ropes, Ozzy and Zenith are both starting to stir.

Ref:Eight…

Phoenix: ZENITH IS UP!

Ref:Nine

Phoenix: and Brown is back to his feet!

SoL: Zenith's grabbing a kendo stick from underneath the ring.

Zenith takes Brown down with a kendo shot to the back of the leg and then follows it up with several more shots to the head and back.

SoL: We thought Zenith was done early on in the match, but he has taken complete control right now.

Phoenix: Just goes to show that you can never count a man out. Zenith has thrown the kendo stick aside, I think he's looking to end this right now.

As Brown staggers onto his feet, Zenith lifts him onto his shoulders.

SoL: Impressive strength by Zenith, Brown weighs at least 300 lbs!

Phoenix: I think Zenith is going for the LIMIT BUSTER!

SoL: NO!

Phoenix: Ozzy cuts him off mid-move with a low blow, sending Brown crashing to the mat. Sneaky bastard.

SoL: Hey, it's working.

Phoenix: Ozzy's playing to the crowd now, I think he's proud of himself.

As Ozzy taunts the fans, we hear a thud from the top of the ramp. A member of the security force is thrown bodily onto the ramp and Krossbones comes storming out.

Phoenix: Krossbones was supposed to stay in the back, but I guess he got bored.

SoL: If this is a bored Krossbones, I'd hate to see him angry! He's holding a bottle of rum, which he'll be only to happy to use as a weapon if he gets his hands on Ozzy.

Phoenix: Here comes Max and James, Krossbones' stooges, but are they out here to help him or stop him?

SoL: I don't know, but Ozzy seems unconcerned.

Phoenix: You'd think he'd lose the smirk at the sight of the large, angry, pirate climbing into the ring in front of him.

When Krossbones climbs into the ring, Ozzy just smirks and snaps his fingers. Suddenly smokebombs go off around the ring and when the smoke finally clears Krossbones has vanished, while Max and James are being held by black-clad assailants with katanas.

SoL: Wait, what the hell just happened?

Phoenix: I, I, I think that those are ninjas..... Ozzy hired ninjas to watch his back?!

SoL: Good thing too, since they just took care of Krossbones.

Phoenix: And now Ozzy is yelling at his “employees” to get Max and James out of here.

While Ozzy is focused on the action outside of the ring, Zenith has clambered to his feet. He spins Ozzy around and picks him onto his shoulders.

Phoenix: Zenith's going for the Limit Buster! And he hits it!

SoL: Ozzy is down! This one is over!

Phoenix: Zenith is dragging Ozzy away from the ropes, I think he's won!

As Zenith goes for the pin, Brown nails him from behind with a steel chair.

Phoenix: Oh god, Brown just came out of nowhere with that chair!

Brown throws Zenith out of the ring.

Phoenix: Brown picks up the beaten Ozzy, and plants him with a devastating Big B. Bomb! He's going for the pin! One…Two…Three! This one is over Brown is still the champion

Mike Announcer: The winner of this match, and STILL LPW HARDCORE CHAMPION, BIG B. BROOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWNNNNNNN!

Big B Brown 4.12 APS + 1.50 AVS = 5.62
Zenith 3.90 APS + 0.60 AVS = 4.50
Ozzy Crerar 3.73 APS + 0.10 AVS = 3.83

Phoenix: Very Impressive title defense.

SoL: The New Breed has yet to be impressed.

Phoenix: Oh stop it.

The scene opens up with James McDaygo standing in the backstage area, drinking from a flask as usual.

McDaygo: Ah, that hits the spot.  Now where the fuck is that blimey bastard?

Suddenly Seth Omega walks into the shot, and actually garners a semi cheer.

McDaygo: It's about time, I've been waiting forever...you're wasting my drinking time boy!

Omega glares over at McDaygo who quickly changes his tone.

McDaygo: Aye, let's get on with it.  The polls have been closed and we have just learned that you are the new number one contender for the LPW World Heavyweight Title and you will face the Champion at The Madness PPV, which is all viewer’s choice...how does that make you feel?

Omega: First off, step off of me you drunk Irish prick.  Second off, I'm going to tell you exactly how it feels.  I feel honored, I really do.

The room goes silenced as even McDaygo is stunned by the lack of Omega's arrogance.

Omega: When you are an indy wrestler for so many years you always dream of winning a big belt, and granted I have won a World Title in my career but it's only been one.  I've always been considered Mr. Hardcore, and I've always gotten passed over for big time title shots.  To know that the fans voted me in to face the champion, it means a lot because the whole reason I am against what I am against is because of the fans, I want them to have LPW in ten more years and we won't accomplish that with old guys and management holding down the younger talent.

The crowd semi pops.

McDaygo: Fair enough, on a personal level how do your Anarchists teammates feel about you getting this title shot?  Maybe a little bit of jealously?

Omega: Why would they be jealous?  The Anarchists work as a family, we're tighter than brothers for very obvious reasons.  Steve is doing his own thing, and he's going to win this tournament coming up.  Meanwhile Atlas is going to have his hands full defending the Television Championship, so overall we've all got big plans and of course the master plan is in place.

McDaygo: And what if Storme does win the tournament and you win the belt?  What if he got the title shot if you were the champion?

Omega: What about it?  If he earns it than he earns it.  Steven and I have been friends for many years now, we've traveled together, spent time at each other’s house, and I helped get him in to LPW.  Ultimately, I'd like to not have to face Steve.  But if it comes down to it I think Storme and I would both agree that facing each other in another match would be the match of the year hands down, we know each other that well.

McDaygo: And how has earning this title shot done for your match psyche against Chaos?

Omega: When I go out there, I'm going to war and he is going to war too.  I don't think it effected it at all because he is still my square focus.  He's a former International Heavyweight, Television, and Tag Team Champion so in my eyes a win over him is another reason I should be the contender to the World Heavyweight Championship.  I'm going out there and preparing for a war, he knows what to expect from me and he knows I'm out there to prove a point.

McDaygo: And what exactly is that point?

Omega: I want to prove I'm not just Mr. Hardcore.  Granted I brought the extreme to LPW, but I can do so much more...and this is a showcase of what I can do, and from what I hear he can do as well.

McDaygo: Do you think if one of you wins tonight, either Mass Chaos or you, that this feud between you two is over?

Omega: I don't think so, if he gives me all I can take then I'll be looking for him later on belt or not we can finish this.  After all we've been through, I don't think that one match will settle anything...and if he beats me, I'm going to want another piece of him.

McDaygo:  You mentioned Atlas Adams earlier, any reason why exactly you chose him and brought the LPW Television Title to the Insane Brand?

The crowd pops again for the mentioning of Insanity's newest acquisition.

Omega: He's young, he's skilled, and he's proven he is championship material.  I think that Atlas fits in nicely with The Anarchists and I'm glad he's finally seen the light.  LPW is changing; the days of the old are slowly leaving and being replaced by the young up and coming talent.  For years LPW has had the reputation of older guys holding down the younger ones, and for years it was said that youth couldn't make an impact in LPW.  We're just here to prove that theory wrong, and to make LPW a place where everyone can make it big.  And we won't be able to do that with Damion Lashirea' in charge.

McDaygo: You've been booed some places, you've been cheered other places, and you've done some questionable things but at the same time you haven't really done anything too out of line.  I need to know, and LPW needs to know where do The Anarchists stand in the never ending battle between good and evil?

Omega: I guess you'll all know soon enough won't you?

McDaygo: Fair enough, going back to the very top of the interview you explained how you felt about being the number one contender.  So tell me, all things equal who do you really want to face at The Madness?

Omega: All things being equal, I don't really care.  If I end up facing Morpheus I'm facing one hell of a wrestler, even if he is a fucking freak.  If I end up facing cYnical, I can make my record 2-0 against him and beat a future Hall of Famer.  If it ends up being someone else, that's cool too...because no matter who it is I am going to do my damnedest to make sure I walk out of there with MY World Heavyweight Championship.

With that Seth walks away from McDaygo leaving him alone again.


“When they come for me” by Linkin Park plays as Nigel Vanderbilt makes his way down to the ring.

Mike Announcer: Making his way down to the ring, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is NIIIIGGGGEEEELLLLLL VANNNDDDERRRRRRBILT!!!

Phoenix: The crowd not too happy to be seeing Nigel right now. Especially with the revelation that Andy Savana’s life is in Nigel’s hands.

SoL: If that doesn’t inspire Savana to step up his game then I don’t know what will.

Phoenix: What about his match tonight? How is he supposed to step up his game when he is facing the man whose hands his life is in?

SoL: Tonight he learns priorities.

“Bullet with Butterfly Wings” plays by the Smashing Pumpkins and the crowd cheers as Savana makes his way out rather solemnly.

Phoenix: Savana does not look too happy to be in this situation.

SoL: Where’s that Whore of his?

Phoenix: SoL, that is rude!

SoL: She doesn’t have another name to call her by.

Phoenix: I see your point including the fact that she is nowhere to be seen.

Mike Announcer: Introducing from Houston, Texas. Weighing in at 244 pounds he is ANNDDDDDDYYYY SAAAAAVVVVVVANNNNAAAAAA!!!

Nigel: Wait a second!

It is revealed that Nigel now has a microphone as Savana slides into the ring.

Nigel: From now on the announcer is to say “In the care of Nigel Vanderbilt” when referring to Andy Savana. After all, if I was to let him out of my care he’d be nothing but dead.

The crowd boos as Savana simply watches what Nigel has to say.   

Phoenix: Nigel is taking every opportunity he can to humiliate Savana.

SoL: I could never say he wasn’t resourceful.

The referee calls for the bell.   


Phoenix: I was expecting some wrestling to happen but neither man seems to be even considering wrestling.

SoL: Maybe Savana knows what is best for him and won’t attack.

Phoenix: Nigel just slide under the bottom rope and the referee is now counting him out.

One…Two…Three…Four… the Ref calls out as Andy Savana just stares at Nigel Vanderbilt pondering what his master has up his sleeve.

SoL: How considerate of Nigel to give Andy his last wish of a victory before he dies.

Phoenix: That isn’t for sure and I am sure that Nigel is up to something.

Phoenix: The referee is already at Nine now, This could be over!

Nigel slides in at the last second and chuckles to himself as the crowd boos loudly. He then points and Savana and motions for him to get on the ground. Savana looks to be angered but complies and gets on the ground. Nigel covers.

Phoenix: No not on a Pay Per Veiw come on Nigel… but the ref has no choice but to count. One… Two… Three!

Mike Announcer]: The winner of this match VANNNNNDDDDERRRRRBILT!!!

Nigel motions for a microphone.

Nigel: With the loser being Andy Savana! Look at you Andy! All by yourself! Where’s your Whore at? Oh yeah you tried to kill her! Just so you wouldn’t die! Don’t fret I have been keeping the little Bitch busy.

Savana gets up off of the ground but is knocked in the jaw immediately by Nigel with the microphone. He rolls over but Nigel starts to stomp at him.

Phoenix: What the hell is happening! Nigel is just laying waste to Savana!

SoL: A match that close Nigel is going to have some built up tension.

Phoenix: He wasn’t even touched! Nigel with Savana by the hair and pants and throws him shoulder first into the corner post! Where’s he going now?

Nigel slides out of the ring and returns with a chair in his hand. Savana is still recovering and holding his shoulder when he turns into a chair shot.

Nigel: You see what happens when you decide to interfere in people’s business! When you decide to cost people matches and attack them on their own sets. When your life revolves around one person and beating them! It-just-brings-you-down!

Phoenix: Nigel hitting Savana after every word in the sentence. Savana is laid out on the ground. I’d say Nigel is still angry about all the shenanigans that Savana pulled before.

Nigel: Restart the match!

The referee originally looks really confused by complies when Nigel is about to hit him with the chair.

 Phoenix: Nigel covers Savana immediately! One… Two… Three! This one is over again.

 Nigel: Announce the result!

Announcer: The winner of this match, Nigel Vanderbilt.
Nigel: How you usually do it!
Announcer: The Winner of the match NIGGGGGGEEEEELLLL VANNNNNDDEERRRRRRBILLLLLTTTTT!!!
Nigel: And the loserrrrrrrRRRRRrRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ANNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYY SAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVANNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAA!!! CONGRATULATIONS YOU ARE OFFICIALLY THE QUICKEST LOSER IN ALL OF LPW EVER AT 3 SECONDS!

Nigel Vanderbilt 3.43 APS + 1.80 AVS = 5.23
Andy Savana 3.08 APS + 0.40 AVS = 3.48

Nigel gets to his feet and poses as the crowd utterly hates him; but all Nigel Does is soak all that hate up as Savana is sprawled out on the ground. He taps at his wrist and Whore comes out with her golf cart and drives down the ramp and picks up Nigel who gives Savana a kick in the head on the way out of the ring.

Phoenix: What a night At All Costs has been, and I have to say, this next matchup we’ve got scheduled should be a battle.

SoL: Eh. As good as it might be, I ain’t in it, therefore, it won’t reach a rating of more than 3.5 stars. Calling it.

Phoenix: SoL, you’re retired. LPW has long been without your presence. Trust me when I say that you need to get your head out of your ass.

SoL: I tell you what, when this ceases to be referred to as “The House that SoL built”, I’ll clam up. Spoiler Alert: It’ll always be that, baby!


“The Show Goes On” by Lupe Fiasco hits the airwaves.

SoL: Do we have anyone on Insanity with that theme?

Phoenix: To my knowledge? Not a damn soul…

With that, the Philly crowd erupts into cheers as surprisingly, DeSean J. Connery saunters out in street clothes, shades, bottom half of the face-covering mask and a Philadelphia Phillies fitted hat, although not with his usual energetic, fun loving personality.

Announcer: Please welcome to the ring, the 2011 Phoenix Cup winner, from West Philadelphia born and raised…DESEANNNNN J. CONNERRRRRRRRY!!!!!

SoL: Oh snap, my boy’s back in town!

Phoenix: This is quite a surprise to say the least, I thought he was done for after Eddie damn near took his head off, then again after what went down at One Way Ticket I guess not. What brings him to Insanity though, he was, well is a Pyro guy.

SoL: He’s seen the light, he wants to bask in the glow of the New Breed. Besides, this is his hometown, well at least one of ‘em anyway. Why wouldn’t he show up here?

DJC asks for a mike and looks around to his hometown crowd, who surprisingly still support him even though his face is one of confused somberness. The music fades out as he removes his shades, pulls down his mask and prepares to speak.

DJC: Aight, peep this. I ain’t tryna hold y’all long, my head’s still kinda ringin’ and crap because I got rocked but still, I feel like I owe y’all an explanation, even if y’all ain’t my blood kin. But, if I need to get thangs off my chest, I figure the FIRST dudes to hear it need to be the people I grew up with, in the place where lil’ Illyman first got started. That’s the City of Brotherly Love.

The crowd cheers and tries to start at “D-J-C!” chant, but Illy waves it off.

DJC: So, ya boy done messed around and got famous, ya dig? Got me the Phoenix Cup and all that, then the mofo get pilfered from me and all that cause of that damn DBZ ape Eddie want to. I sat at home, since I couldn’t do nothin’ with a concussion and I keep seein’ that everybody is all “DJC deserved better”, and how Eddie “is all bitch made.” I have to tell y’all mayne, it ain’t his fault.

The crowd is unsure what to make of this.

DJC: Yeah, the n-*BLEEP* double-crossed ya boy, he hoodwinked me, no lie. But that situation would have never happened if I ain’t willingly hand him my Phoenix Cup for tha guap.

SoL: What are you doing, Connery? You’re going to lose your fans!

Phoenix: I don’t really think he cares.

DJC: Yeah, I did it and for y’all to just overlook that perturbs me. Peep this, 2-1-5. I had thangs I needed to take care of at the crib. Lil’ sis needed some medical procedures and big bruh Illy was to the rescue, but I was a little short. Eddie showed up, and said he’d cough up the dough for the IHC match, he said he just wanted to beat some ass.

I was all hyped and whatnot, I had the money I needed…then I got Deebo’d. Then, an epiphany or whatever it’s called hit me. I ain’t have my character, fam. I sold out for my fam.

There’s some boos in the crowd as Connery continues.

DJC: In retrospect I’d probably do it again, but dig this; I’m just like y’all mayne. I ain’t no superhero, I ain’t no bad ass pimp named Slickback type even if I do get my share of the jawns, ya dig? But, I ain’t like most of these dudes in LPW; I have real n-*BLEEP* issues and problems. I’ma regular dude tryna make it and if it’s one thang my parents put into me, it was that all you got is ya word, ya character and ya pride.

The crowd cheers for DJC’s apparent “blue-collar” nature.

DJC: All that was eatin’ at me, and I said to myself, Self, you ain’t goin’ out like no bitch, B. So I flew my ass to One Way Ticket and I put Soap to that n-*BLEEP* Dome!

The crowd pops as DJC maintains a look of seriousness on his face.

DJC: That’s step one. Step two gets implemented at Pyro 18.1, provided I ace this post-concussion test. See, I fouled up. I can admit that. I don’t need forgiveness; I don’t need a hug, sympathy or any of that. I’m doin’ this for me, for the government name on my birth certificate, I’m bein’ straight up because y’all what I call home. I don’t care if ya boo, ya cheer, whateva, B. Illyman ain’t goin’ out like no bitch and I can promise y’all that.

The crowd cheers.

DJC: Now, ya boy gotta bounce, but I’ll be back, ya understand? The show will go on, and the lexicon will be in full effect, ya feel me? 2-1-5, 4-1-2, I got you. I got us. Deuces!

Illyman drops the mic and chunks up the deuce as “The Show Goes On” by Lupe Fiasco hits. DJC leaves the ring, and exchanges pleasantries with SoL and Phoenix, with more crowd interaction than when he came in, and a smile on his face.

SoL: A bit noble for him, but at least he’s a honest man.

Phoenix: That kid’s gonna go far. Bank on it. By the way, what time is it?

SoL: Well it’s…uh…what the hell? WHERE’S MY DAMN WATCH?!?!?!? STOP THAT DAMN THIEF, THE NEW BREED HAS BEEN BESMIRCHED!

Phoenix: HA! More At All Costs after this visit backstage!

We leave DJC at the top of the ramp, putting on one exquisite piece of time-telling equipment and clearly mouthing “Damn this muh-fucker snazzy!” before leaving.

Jason Gravis can be seen walking into the arena with a look of determination on his face. As he passes a trash can he takes a Anti-Venom Shirt out of his bag and drops it in the trash before he steps into a locker room. The camera man is then blindsided as it falls to the ground showing a set of boots following Gravis into the room dragging an opened bag stuff full of assorted tools of destruction.

Phoenix: Well it would seem Gravis is done with Anti-Venom but what happened to the camera man?

SoL: Who cares about the peon BP; the more important question is who dropped him and what is he doing in Gravis’s locker room right now? That bag looked nasty.

Phoenix: Your right it did but up next we probably have a situation that will be just as violent

SoL: Oh yes the Strong Style man. Time to see the voted number one contender in action.

Mike Announcer: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is the STRONG STYLE CHALLENGE match!

“All American Nightmare” by Hinder hits the airwaves to a uproar of boos. Seth Omega (Corleone) slowly proceeds through the curtain, clad in Anarchists t-shirt and his usual combat gear. He smiles grimly as he checks his taped left fist before slowly proceeding down.

SoL: It’s grimey time.

Phoenix: I still barely know what exactly that means.

SoL: Basically, it means it’s about to get real physical and not in a wrestling manner, but more in a fight manner, like the kind of stuff me and my main man Snook used to do to dudes back in my more dominant days.

Phoenix: Well you are right about one thing, this will not be pretty, it is my understanding that this match will be the stuff of Japanese lore, lots of hard hitting as is the way in the Land of the Rising Sun.

SoL: Well of course. Most of them over there aren’t the biggest of dudes so they get by with knocking butter from an opponent’s ass. I never really needed to delve into it but it ain’t a bad style at all.

Phoenix: True, as cYnical employs a Japanese style of his own. But a stipulation like this is fitting for this rivalry. Ever since Seth annihilated Sean Jensen at Altered Reality 5 and cost Chaos a big match against Tromboner Man, these two have been itching to get at one another.

SoL: The beauty of this match? Even though one person will win, both of them will get the dogcrap beat out of them throughout this match.


Announcer: Introducing first, from Nashville, Tennessee weighing 314 pounds, he is the self-proclaimed Strong Style Messiah…this is SETHHHHHHHH COOOOORLEOOOOOOONE!!!!

Streamers fly into the ring, showering Seth as he raises his taped left fist in the air while standing in his corner. He soon turns his attention to the entranceway, waiting for his opponent.

SoL: Looks like we’ll need the birth names for this one, I like the statement. Strong Style speaks for itself, no gimmicks, just fighting.

Phoenix: Well it’s going to be just that.

“El Corazon Del Guerrero” by Tierra Santa hits the speakers to a rousing ovation. Mass Chaos bursts through the curtains, eyes fixed on Seth and both fists taped tightly. He makes his way down, interaction with a few fans but maintaining a mostly serious expression as he enters the ring.

SoL: And the ‘Man That Won’t Die’ himself.

Phoenix: Notice the intensity. Chaos is usually all business but it’s never really apparent until the bell rings, the man is a pillar of calm and relaxed. I think Seth has gotten under his skin and I know he wants to win, but I think that maybe if he can beat some respect into Seth he’ll be happy.

SoL: Not likely. The man needs a win, both do actually and with both of these guys being tossed around as possible challengers to the World Title, this match is a big freakin’ deal.

Announcer: His opponent, from Allen, Texas weighing 215 pounds, he is “The Man That Won’t Die”… this is MANNYYYYYYY GALLLLLLEEEEEEGO!!!

Manny makes little gesture as he too is showered with streamers from the crowd. Despite being in the heart of ECW land, it seems that Philly is knowledgeable of the customs of Puroresu. They may be RoH-bots...

DING-DING-DING!

Phoenix: And we’re off. Each man circling one another, not wanting to make a mistake.

SoL: Seth has the power advantage so he’s gonna look for close-quarters where he can use that brute force to wear down Chaos. Chaos has the speed, so he’ll be trying to stick and move and he’ll be able to string together striking combinations, which can help him in a match like this.

Phoenix: Did you just analyze?

SoL: The New Breed is amazing, isn’t he? Allow me to bask in the glow, bruh.

Seth and Manny lock up, it’s a quick stalemate at first but Seth forces Manny into the corner. The ref asks for a quick break and gets it, but Seth swings wildly for a left haymaker and Manny evades and POPS Seth with a hard elbow strike. Manny looks to keep the action going with a headlock takeover, going right into a STIFF soccer kick that sends Seth out of the ring to gain his composure.

Phoenix: I don’t think Seth quite expected Manny to come out strongly as he did.

SoL: Well he probably should have. I think he was expecting some technical, chain wrestling and Manny isn’t doing that, but he is coming out to meet Seth!

Phoenix: Manny with the hard shot to mush! He’s looking to follow up but Seth stops the roaring elbow from Manny and DAMN WHAT A BACKFIST OUT OF NOWHERE!

SoL: Big man brings force with the blows, BP!

Phoenix: Corleone looking to push the action, hard forearm across the back! He has Manny now, hard Irish Whip into the fan barrier! Manny stumbling out and Seth ragdolls him with an Exploder!

SoL: Did you hear the splat?

Phoenix: Seth has Manny by the hair now, and he rolls him into the ring. Manny tries to get to his feet and Seth with a hard running boot to the side of the face! He follows up with a forearm drop!

SoL: You see, what some people don’t understand is that Strong Style isn’t just martial arts, what it boils down to is hitting the opponent with all you got.

Seth doesn’t even bother going for a pin, taking his opponent to his feet and nearly cleaning Manny’s clock with a HUGE left hand. Seth bounces off the ropes and Manny answers with a Palm Strike Uppercut and a jumping Enziguri

Phoenix: Manny measuring Seth now, he charges and Seth back body drops him up and over!

SoL: Seth’s starting to settle in now, and with him constantly sending Manny airborne the gameplan is working.

Seth steps out onto the apron as Manny tries to pull himself up but Seth nails him with a drive-by knee strike that sends Manny sprawling about. Seth gathers himself, runs and dives off the apron, nailing the downed Manny with a Cactus Jack-esque elbow drop.

Phoenix: Seth is pouring it on now, 300-plus pounds right on the chest cavity of Manny!

Seth roars to the crowd and tosses Manny back into the ring, going for a pin and only getting two.

SoL: Seth is looking very impressive in his own ‘element’ if you will. Manny better tighten his ass up or it’s a matter of time.

Phoenix: Seth cornering Manny now, hard lefts raining down on him! Seth measures, stepping back, he charges and Manny evades the Yakuza Kick!

SoL: And BLASTS him with a rolling elbow to the back of the head! He follows with a couple headbutts! Now we’re getting somewhere!

Phoenix: So you’re going for Manny?

SoL: No, I said it’s grimey time. Both of can get mugged for all I care, if I’m out here I am entitled to be entertained!

Manny grabs the still tangled Seth by the head and leans him back. He raises his hand and SMACKS the living daylights out of Seth with a Overhand chop to the face, dropping Seth to the mat as the crowd ‘oooohs’.

Phoenix: What a shot from Manny just then, Seth might have a broken face, sounded like a gun shot!

SoL: Not quite but damn close. Ooooo….Seth’s nose is busted, blood flowing fierce!

Phoenix: Seth trying to get to a knee and Manny is right on with a Final Stand to the back of the head! He may be out! ONE… TWO…Seth gets the shoulder up!

SoL: Gallego is starting to focus his attack on the shoulder now, he might be looking for a submission victory later on.

Phoenix: Arm wrench now, Manny’s got it tight but Seth armdrags out of it!

SoL: Both men to their feet, Manny charges and dives! Seth catches him and destroys him with a Side Slam counter!

Seth then begins to bounce around like an MMA fighter, looking for a takedown as Manny stunned, gets to his feet.

Phoenix: Seth does have some MMA training, might be looking to get some ground and pound started!

SoL: He should’ve pounced on him from the beginning!

Phoenix: Corleone shoots…

THWACK!

SoL: AHHHHHHHH! COUN-TAHHHHHHH!!!!

Phoenix: MY GOD WHAT A SHORT KNEE STRIKE TO THE FACE!

The crowd ‘oooohs’ as a replay is shown. Manny obliterates Seth with a HARD knee strike to the face just as he shot for the takedown. Seth hits the mat like a ton of bricks, eyes glazed over and his nose clearly misplaced. Manny falls to a seated position, having struck Seth with such force that he may have hurt himself, but he quickly scrambles for a pin.

Phoenix: COVER! ONE…TWO…THR-OOOOOHHH! Seth got the shoulder up!

SoL: Oh snap, that was Jungle Kick-levels of impact! Seth’s tough as nails if he can get up from something like that! New Breed seal of approval right there!

Phoenix: Blood is streaming down the face of Seth now, his nose has to be broken! Seth trying to rise but MANNY WITH ANOTHER SICK KNEE STRIKE, THIS TIME TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!

SoL: Manny has to stay on him and he does just that with some granite closed-fists! He’s just pasting him now!

Phoenix: Seth shoves him away, he’s trying to will himself through obvious pain here…

SoL: Seth may be to his feet, but he’s got no damn clue where he is!

Seth swings wildly for a lariat, but Manny dodges and then lights up the Tennessean with his patented “Strikes of Confusion” before going behind Seth and throwing him to the mat with a release Regal-plex.

Phoenix: What a combination from Manny, but Seth! Seth stood right back up!

SoL: And drops Manny with a roaring elbow! Both men are now down!

Seth is slow to get up as Manny is first to his feet, albeit a bit gingerly. Manny goes to keep the attack up but Seth snatches the leg out from under Manny and takes him down with a Dragon Screw.

SoL: Unheradled technique from the so-called “Strong Style Messiah” there.

Phoenix: I’m pretty sure Manny didn’t see it coming. Manny is up to a knee and Seth charges in…SHINING WIZARD!

SoL: Holy damn! I swore I saw a tooth go flying! Get me a replay dammit!

A replay is shown, as both men recover on the mat. The footage clearly shows the inside of Seth’s knee solidly connect with Manny’s jaw, and two teeth are also shown flying through the air as Manny collapses to the mat.

SoL: I wouldn’t be surprised if a tooth was imbedded in Seth’s leg after that!

Phoenix: Seth has a shot here, he crawls for a pin…One, Two…MANNY GOT A SHOULDER UP!

SoL: These two are gonna be sore for days after this. DAYS.

Phoenix: Seth’s got that look in his eye, he’s got Manny on the ropes and he quickly corners him, look at the backhand chops!

*SMACK*

Crowd: WOOOOOOOO!

*SMACK*

Crowd: WOOOOOOOO!

*SMACK*

Crowd: WOOOOOOOO!

Phoenix: Manny turns it around! OOF! That first one was to the face!

*SMACK*

Crowd: WOOOOOOOO!

*SMACK*

Crowd: WOOOOOOOO!

SoL: But Seth regains the advantage! He’s cranking it up now with the Rapid-Fire Machine Gun-style chops!

Phoenix: And he’s peppering in some forearm strikes! All of the connecting soundly! Now he’s moved to headbutts!

SoL: OK, now this is becoming an ass-whooping!

Phoenix: Manny’s getting smacked up and down with everything Seth’s got, football kicks, soccer kicks, knees! You name it! Seth steps back…CORNER YAKUZA KICK! Manny’s stumbling out!

SoL: How is Manny still on his feet?!?!?

Phoenix: I don’t have a clue-OH MY GOD! LARIATO TURNS HIM INSIDE OUT!

SoL: Seth’s going for a cover! ONE, TWO, TH-NOOOOOO!

Seth looks to the ref shocked, he clearly expected three. After a few seconds of arguing with the ref he goes back to Manny, giving the cut-throat signal.

Phoenix: He might be signaling for the Heart-Shaped Box!

SoL: He hits that, it’ll be over.

Phoenix: Seth has Manny…Manny can barely stand and Seth is trying to get him in position, using a front facelock to lift him…COUNTER! Manny hits a beautiful briding Northern Lights Suplex!

SoL: To this day I don’t know where the dude gets his energy, seems like he just won’t die!

Phoenix: Manny floating over into a Cross Armbar! Minoru Special II applied to perfection!

SoL: He had been working that arm a little bit earlier, maybe the punishment of the match overall has gotten to him!

Seth scrambles mightily, barely reaching the ropes before possibly submitting. Manny, ever the veteran, keeps the hold applied for four of the five count. Seth gets to his feet and instinctively blocks a Manny Enziguri attempt with his afflicted arm, which leaves him prey for Manny.

Phoenix: Manny sensing the end, he wrenches the arm around the neck and lifts…CUT-THROAT ODE TO THE BLACK SUN!

SoL: I liked how he damn near ripped Seth’s arm out the socket to add some mustard to the neckbreaker! That should be it!

Phoenix: Manny covers…ONE, TWO, THRE-SETH KICKED OUT!

SoL: Good Lord that fluffy mofo can take a beating!

Phoenix: Fluffy?

SoL: P.C. for fat ass, Phoenix!

Phoenix: Manny is in shock, but he continues to press on, it’s now a slugfest!

SoL: Can’t believe Manny’s actually getting the better of this, but Seth’s last shot knocked more blood from his mouth!

Phoenix: High roundhouse from Manny stuns him! He has him about the head, runs up the ropes, SETH STOPS THE MOMENTUM! He twists Manny around and he’s got him where he wants him!

SoL: Seth still has that power advantage!

Phoenix: He runs…and mashes Manny back first into the turnbuckle and flattens him with a Running Powerslam, tribute to Dr. Death just then!

SoL: Each man can barely follow up for a pin, but Seth’s looking for the nail in the coffin!

Phoenix: Seth has him around the waist…HEART-SHAPED BOX! Seth crawls for the cover! ONE, TWO, THRE-NOOOOO!!

SoL: Seth is speechless! Bruh might be at his wit’s end!

Seth pounds the mat and goes for it again. Manny manages to fight his way down before setting up for a Dragon Suplex, which Seth fights out of. Manny charges in with a Rolling Elbow but Seth simultaneously catches him with a closed-fist left haymaker to the jugular region. Seth, while stunned from Manny’s blow, manages to remain on his feet as Manny falls to a knee.

Phoenix: Stereo impact and SETH KNOCKS MANNY HEAD OVER HEELS WITH A DESPERATION SLIDING D ELBOW SMASH! MASATO TANAKA WOULD BE PROUD!

SoL: Seth’s on top, he’s got the cover! ONE, TWO, THREE?!?!? MANNY JUST MISSED THE COUNT!

Announcer: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, BY PINFALL, SETHHHHHHH COOOOOOORLEOOOOOOOONEEEEEE!!!!

Seth Omega 4.00 APS + 1.20 AVS = 5.20
Mass Chaos 4. 16 APS + 1.00 AVS = 5.16

“All-American Nightmare” by Hinder hits as Seth remains on the mat, exhausted, beaten and battered. Manny is the exact same, but a bit frustrated that he missed a kickout by about half a second. Manny pulls himself to a knee as the crowd offers a warm ovation for both men.

SoL: What a hard-hitting throwdown!

Phoenix: Indeed! Each man pretty much beat the hell out of one another, but in the end Seth had enough to deliver that wicked elbow smash and keep his weight on Manny long enough for the three count!

SoL: Any other night, Manny probably brings it home but tonight wasn’t to be, and now Seth can enjoy his victory, if he knows where he is.

Phoenix:[/B] Seth has his hand raise but I don’t think he’s quite got the fact that he won.

The realization slowly hits him as he grins in satisfaction, the top rope the only thing keeping him from dropping to a knee. He turns around to see Manny standing, and he stumbles over to Manny while favoring his arm and face.  Manny also shows the battle scars, cradling his head and neck. Manny looks at Seth and extends his hand for a shake.

Phoenix: A show of class from Manny here.

SoL: I don’t trust him to shake his hand, Seth’s a bastard at heart.

Phoenix: There has to be mutual respect between the two by now!

Seth looks at the hand as Manny stares on. Seth is not that sure what to do, but Manny is heard saying “We fought as men, we entered as men, we leave this ring, all of our blood and sweat, as men…be a goddamn man, Seth…” Seth looks to Manny and firmly grasps his outstretched hand as Manny nods in approval before leaving Seth to have his moment.

Phoenix: That’s how you do it, right there. The young bucks need take note!

SoL: Great match notwithstanding, respect is overrated.

Phoenix: Meh.

We fade backstage as Seth holds his good arm in the air before leaving the ring.

The scene pops back to the locker-room door in a sideways view due to the camera being on the ground laying on its side and Gravis comes stumbling out. He nose is bleeding already but he turns around to swing on the large Masked Man that steps through the door.

Phoenix: What is going on and who is that?

SoL: I’d say it was Ash but it isn’t tall enough.

Phoenix: Gravis connects with another stiff punch only to get tackled against the wall and Goes for the mask and he gets a low blow for his troubles. Wait the camera is moving.

The entire scene shifts to a normal view as Gravis gets a mask thrown at him and his eyes go wide before the screen comes flying at his face before turning to static

A shot of the Steel Cage being lowered to the ring is being show and the LPW Crew sets it in place

Phoenix: Well fans up next we have what promises to be a match for the ages as for the first time ever two legends collide. X takes on Phantom Lord inside of the unforgiving steel cage.

SoL: It’s amazing to think that these two have never faced each other one on one. X has got the huge advantage going into this match as Phantom and Anti-Venom have been in a major tailspin. X has also gotten into Phantom’s head as evident by that video from Phantom’s compound where he destroyed all his accomplishments. Normally Phantom & me chat before shows, but he was locked in his locker room and apparently had been all day. X got to him and got to him good. Now you would think this is a good thing. But not inside of a steel cage where everything goes.

Phoenix: Ah yes poor Phantom being a victim of his own mind games. For all that he has done over the years…it couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.

SoL: Phoenix you are supposed to be a broadcast journalist. How can you feel joy for a man who might be having a mental breakdown?

Phoenix: Why should I feel sorry for a guy who has made it his mission to inflict pain and misery onto others?

SoL: Well…because…

Phoenix: Exactly. Well fans the cage has been set up and we are ready for the introductions, so let’s head up to inside the cage and our good friend Mike Announcer.

The shot cuts to a camera circling the cage showing its size as Mike Announcer is ready


Announcer: Wrestling fans the following contest on LPW At All Costs is a STEEL CAGE MATCH. The only way to win is by PINFALL OR SUBMISSION.

The lights in the arena go down and they start pulsing red as “Black Magic” by Slayer comes on the pa system and Phantom Lord comes out to a huge chorus of boos from the crowd.

Announcer: Introducing first, hailing from Paradise Valley, Arizona and he weighs in at 265 pounds…He is a member of the LPW Hall Of Fame…This is PHHHAAANNNNNNNTTTTTTTOOOOMMMM LLOOOOOORRRRRRRDDDDDD.

Phoenix: Phantom looks more subdued than usual. When he makes his way down to the ring usually he’s egging on the crowd hoping someone will try and hop over the guardrail but tonight he is as dead serious as I have ever seen him.

SoL: This is what happens when you push a man into a corner. X is going to get what is coming to him tonight.

Phantom enters the cage and sits in the opposite corner facing the door.

Phoenix: Seeing him crash and burn after the years of horrible things is almost fitting for him.

The lights in the arena go back out

Announcer: …AND HIS OPPONENT.

Fire starts rising from the stage and "Beast and the Harlot" by Avenged Sevenfold comes on the pa system and X comes out to a huge ovation from the crowd.

Announcer: Coming down the isle, he hails from The Bronx and he weighs in at 230 Pounds; one half of the LPW Undisputed Tag Team Champions… This IS EXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXS

X with his steel chair in hand steps up to the door and he takes off his ring jacket revealing his tag team title and he steps up onto the ring apron and into the ring. He places his chair in the corner and he steps into the center of the ring as Phantom just stares him down. He take off the belt and throws it to the referee.

Phoenix: X looks to be in tremendous shape for this match as Phantom stands back up and he walks right over to X and they are staring at each other eye to eye and nose to nose. The referee has called for the bell and both men are just standing there as they burn a hole right through each other. Phantom shoves X and X shoves him right back and they are now trading punches. They are going toe to toe to start right off the bat. Phantom goes to whip X into the ropes but X counters and he goes to throw him into the fence and Phantom puts on the breaks. Phantom nails him with an elbow and now he’s trying to run X’s face across the steel and X has his hands up against the fence to block.

X nails Phantom with a back hand to the midsection and another and another and he rakes Phantom’s eyes and then kicks him right in the knee dropping him down to the mat

SoL: Looks like X is using some dirty fighting early on in this match. But with a steel cage dirty fighting is a given.

Phoenix: X is now on the attack as he is stomping away at the back of Phantom and he rolls him under the bottom rope and he’s standing him back up. Phantom’s back is up against the cage AND X SLAMS THE BACK OF HIS HEAD RIGHT INTO THE FENCE. And again and again and again. X is working Phantom over like he owes him money. X is pointing to his black steel chair and he walks over and grabs it out of the corner. Phantom is being held up by the ring rope and the cage and X COMES RUNNING AND PHANTOM DUCKS JUST IN TIME.

SoL: X wasn’t trying to win a match there. He was looking to end the man’s career with what would have been a direct shot right to the head with that damn chair. Why the hell did the referee allow him to bring it into the ring?

Phoenix: One like any referee is going to walk up to X and tell him he can’t do something. Two, Phantom raised no objection to the chair. He could have stalled and refused to start the match but he didn’t and X has now dragged him back into the ring but Phantom nails him with a right hand to the midsection and another and another and now X is dazed and Phantom levels X with a huge uppercut. Phantom is now trying to clear cobwebs after having his repeatedly rammed into the fence and he’s bringing X back up to his feet and wines up the arm and he levels him with a big short arm clothesline. Phantom quickly picks him back up and he locks up on the waist and he connects with a big gut wrench suplex. He goes for a quick cover…one…two…kickout by X.

SoL: There’s a move you don’t see much anymore. A staple from the olden days of wrestling, the Gutwrench is very effective at times.

Phoenix: Indeed it is and Phantom is a master of all forms of suplex’s as he is now putting the boots to X. Phantom is now bringing X back up to his feet and he’s got him by the head and he goes to ram him face first into the cage and X puts his hands up to block once again. Phantom is trying to muscle X’s face into the fence but he will not budge and X nails Phantom with a backhand once again and he grabs him by the head and he tries to ram his face into the fence and Phantom blocks it. We have a battle of the wills right now as both men are trying to make the first big impact of the match. Phantom rakes the eyes and grabs X by the head and he runs his face right across the top rope.

SoL: This one is getting down and dirty. The old rope burn move hurts like a mother.

Phoenix: Indeed it does as Phantom picks X back up and he slams him down to the mat.

Phantom quickly goes over to the corner and starts climbing up the turnbuckles

Phoenix: What on earth is Phantom doing. There’s no escape in this cage match.

SoL: It appears he’s breaking out the big guns and going up to the high rent district.

As Phantom is turning around on the top rope, X leaps up to his feet and he kicks the top rope causing Phantom to wobble and fall forward and Phantom ends up crotched on the top rope.

Phoenix: Someone is going to be singing soprano at the karaoke bar later tonight as X is climbing up to the top rope in front of Phantom and he slams his head into the cage and again and again and again and Phantom falls to the mat in a heap. X is standing Phantom back up and first blood has been shed as there is a trickle on the side of his head and X has Phantom and he sends him flying face first right into the steel. X isn’t done as he still has him by the hair and he rams him into the other side and back to the other. X is using Phantom Lord as a human pinball and he does it one more time for good measure and Phantom is down and out on the mat.

SoL: X is enjoying this as Phantom is bleeding like the proverbial stuck pig.

Phoenix: Yes there is a bit of joy on the face of X right now as Phantom is in the corner and he is now trying to plead with X to show some mercy.

X leans in to grab Phantom and Phantom nails him with a desperation low blow.

SoL: See now that is why you don’t go after a man backed into a corner.

Phoenix: X is down while Phantom is taking a breather as the blood covers his face. Phantom is picking himself back up and he grabs X by the head and he brings him back up to his feet and he slams him face first right into the cage and now he’s running X’s face right across the steel. People do not realize how easily that mesh tears the flesh apart and X is bleeding as Phantom has him in the corner and he’s now driving right hands onto X and he’s opening up that wound even more.

X stumbles forward and falls face first to the mat and Phantom takes a moment to soak in the boos that the fans are giving him.

Phoenix: Phantom is using this moment to boost his ego after X severely bruised it and the rest of his head and Phantom is now picking X back up and he goes behind and he has him up and he connects with a big belly to back suplex. Phantom with a quick cover…one…two…kickout by X. Phantom quickly rolls X over onto his stomach and Phantom is now driving knees right into the small of his back. Uh oh Phantom has spotted X’s black steel chair and he’s walking over to grab it. His face is the proverbial crimson mask and Phantom is standing over X with that chair in hand as he rolls him over and he DRIVES THE CHAIR RIGHT INTO THE KNEE CAP OF X AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN.

Phantom takes his hand and takes some of X’s blood and he smears it right across his chest.

SoL: Damn Phantom is going all Lord of the Flies tonight.

Phoenix: Whatever he’s doing, he might have played an even bigger mind game on X then X did on him as X is in the corner and he is in serious pain. Phantom might have shattered his kneecap when he drove that chair into his knee and Phantom is going to the corner and he’s standing X back up and now he’s taunting him saying why you don’t just quit AND X SPITS RIGHT IN HIS FACE AND HE NAILS HIM WITH A RIGHT HAND. X nails him with another and another and he goes to send him into the ropes but Phantom counters grabs by the leg and Phantom locks on a rolling knee bar and he is cranking away on that leg.

SoL: Some of Phantom’s judo styling’s coming into play. I have been in that very hold before and believe me it is tap or snap.

Phoenix: Phantom is turning that leg in an un-Godly manner but X refuses to submit. The blood is pouring out of X’s face as he strains and screams to break the hold and X is using his hand and he hits Phantom right in the chest with his hand and again and again and again and Phantom breaks the hold. X is pulling himself to the ropes and he’s trying to stand back up but Phantom nails him with a chop block from behind just as he was making it to his feet. Phantom quickly sneaks in for a cover…one…two…kickout by X. Phantom quickly grabs the leg and he’s locked on a figure four leg lock and he’s right next to the ropes and Phantom is using them for extra leverage.

SoL: Anything goes in this match and it’s perfectly legal to use the ropes for a little extra help.

Phoenix: With the blood loss I think X is starting to fade as Phantom is hanging onto the top rope to give himself even more leverage as X is screaming in pain as the blood pours from his head. X is about out and his shoulders are down…one…two…X IS BACK UP. This crowd is starting to rally behind X as he is using what has to be the last of his reserves to try and reverse this hold. Phantom is hanging onto the ropes for dear life as X tries to turn him over and HE DOES. Phantom is screaming to break the hold because he has the ropes and the referee is saying there is nothing he can do.

X is leaning into the hold with everything he has an Phantom gets his leg loose to break the hold.

Phoenix: This crowd would have blown the roof off if Phantom tapped out right then and there.

SoL: Phoenix let’s be honest here. In the entire history of professional wrestling has anyone ever tapped out to a figure four reversal?

Phoenix: None that I can think of.

SoL: Exactly.

Phoenix: In any event both men are hobbling as they bring themselves back up to their feet and Phantom goes for a punch and it’s blocked by X and X nails him with a right and another and another and another and Phantom is dazed and X pokes him right in the eye. He quickly grabs Phantom and he snaps off a beautiful spinning neck breaker. X with the cover…one…two…kickout by Phantom. X quickly picks Phantom back up and he goes behind and he’s going for a Full Nelson Slam but Phantom blocks it by hooking his leg.  X nails him with a clubbing forearm to the back of the head and another and another and he goes for the Full nelson slam and he connects. X with the cover again…one…two…kickout by Phantom again.

SoL: How both of these men are even still standing after all the blood they have lost is a testament to their will to go on.

Phoenix: Indeed the mat is just soaked in blood as this steel cage has done it’s work. X picks Phantom back up and he runs him into the corner. X drives a shoulder right into the gut of Phantom Lord and X is climbing the ropes as he turns Phantom Lord around and he’s got him by the hair and he’s bringing him up with him.

X brings Phantom up to the top rope and both men are on the rope with the fence holding them up and X grabs Phantom by the throat signaling he’s going for a Super X-Tinction

Phoenix: IF HE HITS THIS IT WILL BE OVER. PHANTOM IS USING HIS FREE HAND TO HOLD ONTO THE CAGE FOR DEAR LIFE AND HE USES HIS OTHER TO HIT X LOW. If either man falls it could be career ending as Phantom is holding onto the fence as he positions himself in the corner. What on earth…OH NO PHANTOM IS SETTING UP FOR THE CAREER KILLER.

SoL: Come on man you’ll kill X if you do this.

As Phantom tries to set X up for the move, X rakes his eyes and he takes his hands and he slams Phantom’s head into the corner of the cage several times and X hangs onto the cage as Phantom falls off the top rope and right down to the mat. Seeing an opportunity X turns back around and starts climbing to the top of the cage

Phoenix: Oh my God X is climbing to the top of the cage. X is looking down at Phantom and he just gave him the sign of the cross. What on earth…SUPER X BOMB FROM THE TOP OF THE STEEL CAGE.

The crowd starts a HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT chant

SoL: I gotta agree with the crowd here. HOLY SHIT.

Phoenix: X had to be twenty feet in the air and he hit the X Bomb perfectly. Phantom’s ribs must be shattered as X slumps over for the cover…ONE…TWO…THREE.

Announcer: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH IS XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!

X 4.25 APS + 1.80 AVS =6.05
Phantom Lord 3.42 APS + 0.40 AVS = 3.82

Phoenix: What an amazing match as these two fought to the bitter end.

SoL: I am in awe of that X Bomb off the top of the cage. A move like that has to be hit with the precision of a missile and X nailed it perfectly.

Part of the cage is taken off so LPW officials and medics can get into the ring to check on X and Phantom Lord. X rolls out of the ring refusing any help while Phantom lies motionless on the mat

Phoenix: X set out and did what he said he was going to do. Phantom Lord might be seriously injured and you have to wonder if we just saw the literal swan song of the LPW Hall of Famer when he fell to the mat.

SoL: I have seen Phantom take huge beatings before, but he has always got back up. Tonight X may have just destroyed him.

Phoenix: Well fans as a stretcher is brought down to ringside and the LPW crew works on taking down the cage, we are going to send it to the back.

The scene opens up to a locker room and there is Insanity’s newest sign up Magic. He is looking at a picture of Jude.

Magic: I’ll find out who did this to you man and when I do I’ll make them pay.

Magic than turns around and there is Ash Strife standing right beind him. United States title on one shoulder, Undisputed Tag Team title on the other.

Strife: So look at what the cat has brought in.

Magic:Nice to see you too sunshine… What do you want I’m busy.

Strife: Nothing just checking on my old rival.

Magic: Like I said CAK I don’t have time for you. I need to find out who did this to Jude.

Strife: What if I knew who did it.

Magic: Who?

Strife: You bring nothing to the table to barter for this info and besides I only said what if. So Jude if you decided you want to do business you need to bring something to the table.

With that Strife steps out and Magic runs to follow him wanting to push the issue but a sound of a struggle in the other direction changes his mind set as he goes to investigate. As Jude turns the corner Sheepster is there being stomped by two men wearing ski masks. One a large man, the other not so large. Magic runs in as the hallway explodes into a cloud of smoke. When the smoke clears only Sheepster is there and Magic is checking on him.

Magic: Sheep who did this?

Sheepster: St-yxx…

Sheepster then passes out from the assault as Magic yells for help.

SoL: Ok The NEW Breed wants to drop the What The ‘ell card. We have had Ninjas, men running around in ski masks… I got robbed what is going on?

Phoenix: I have no idea New Breed but I can tell you what is next; the Last man standing match for the US Title.

SoL: Not to mention the last remainder of Anti-Venom is getting wiped out.

Phoenix: New Breed!

SoL: What Maaaaaan; The New Breed has learned not to vote against Ash when it comes to making bets.

Phoenix: Fair enough but we just saw X defeat Phantom Lord in that unforgiving Steel Cage match and now Gravis goes for his second chance at trying to dethrone the seemingly unbeatable United States Champion.

SoL: But you left out the fact that Gravis has been attacked earlier tonight and if he does show for the ring has been fighting someone since the Strong Man match.


Mike Announcer: Wrestling fans the following contest is the last man standing match for the United States Championship.

"Carry On My Wayward Son" by Kansas plays Jason Gravis comes flying out of the curtain and lands face first.

Phoenix: Look the champ doesn’t even wait to get into the ring to start this.

SoL: We don’t know that it’s the champ BP. We ruled that out earlier tonight.

The curtains fly open  and out steps the walking hate crime,Syanide. He has a chain wrapped around his fist and he climbs on top or Gravis and starts to pound the back of his head. After a few blows Syanide take the chain off and wraps it around Gravis’s throat and yanks him to his feet before running with Gravis isn tow and tosses him off of the stage into the tables below.  Gravis looks rough as he slowly pulls himself from the wreckage.

Phoenix: Syanide with that unprovoked assault on Jason Gravis.

As Syanide slowly stalks his way down the ramp to continue the pain on Gravis “Let us Slay” by GWAR blast through the speakers.

SoL: And things just went from bad to worse for Gravis

Stepping through the curtains are the LPW undisputed tag team champions the Wise men and Ash is dragging the US title behind him. Ash and X drop the gold and look at the top of the ramp as Syanide lifts up Gravis and drops him throat first onto the guard rail. The tag champs just node there head in approval as Syanide drives his knee into the face of Gravis. Blood is already starting to pour from his face when Syanide drags Gravis to the ring as X and Ash Strife walk down the ramp. Syanide throws Gravis under the bottom rope as X and Ash enter the ring and the ref is forced to ring the bell to officially start the match. Gravis pulls himself to his feet and finds he is surrounded by X, Ash Strife and Syanide.

Phoenix: Well Gravis won’t be taken as he throws a punch at Ash but he catches his arm. X has the other one and they pulled him towards the center of the ring. Syanide smiles as he nearly takes Gravis’s Head off with that Arrowhead Superkick!

SoL: HA! They won’t let him drop. Syanide winds back and again and Gravis looks to be out on his feet.

Phoenix: Ash and X turn and each grab him by the throat and a massive double choke slam straight to hell. Ash drags Gravis to the corner and has X and Syanide hold his arms and legs. Ash is going up top… with a huge Strife Splash! Ash gets up and is signaling for the Strife Spike now and he is looking at us with evil intensions. Ash scoops up Gravis and he starts to run.

SoL: Um BP… MOVE!

Ash Strife hits the ropes and Power bombs Gravis over the ropes through the announce table. The referee begins to do his ten count with Gravis not showing any signs of life. The referee gets to ten as he calls for the bell.

Mike Announcer: Here is your winner and STILL LPW UNITED STATES CHAMPION… ASH STRRRRRRRRIFE!!!

Ash Strife 4.28 APS + 1.60 AVS = 5.88
Jason Gravis 0.00 APS + 0.30 AVS = 0.30

Paramedics run down to check on Gravis and X, Ash and Syanide all shake hands.

Phoenix: What is Syanide aligned with the Wise Men? Are there three Wise Men again?

SoL: I don’t know BP but wait what is happening with the lights.

The lights snap off with the Jumbo-Tron being the only glow in the arena.


Phoenix: ITS ERIC SCORPIO!

SoL: I thought he belonged to Pyro.

Eric gets to the ring and gets right in Ash’s face. X and Syanide all surround Eric Scorpio as the two brothers just stare at each other with looks to kill when both raise their right hands as a smile creeps up their faces and the two brothers shake hands. Eric Scorpio demands a microphone.

Scorpio: Insanity your NEW God and Master has arrived… Insanity belongs to me now.

Phoenix: Wait Eric Scorpio is now the General Manager of Insanity? How the hell did he pull that off?

SoL: No Idea BP but listen to our boss speak.

Scorpio: I look at all you waste of flesh in this arena and you ponder How I ascended into this position of power. It is quite simple. For I want you to think back to Honor Roll of last year. The Inferno main event of Drew Michaels vs. NPD vs. Eric Scorpio vs. Ash Strife. For those of you that can recall that night, my brother Ash injured me greatly in that match.

Eric turns to Ash and smirks.

Scorpio: Before kidnapping me from a hospital and burying me on live television. And LPW did NOTHING! So as I sat in that casket 6 feet under the earth trying to control my breaths it hit me I was being tested. So I survived and found myself destined for true power. More than a mere champion… no I would become a GOD! So much this season has been because of my hands. Who was it that stopped Red and Krimson Mask in their tracks of trying to reclaim Insanity? Who was it that left the mighty Morpheus stranded in Japan when Chaos and destruction have run rampant.  All my own doing and as Insanity’s new go-

”epic” by Faith No More blast through the PA as cYnical storms down to the ring. He has a microphone in his hands and doesn’t bother with the fact that X, CAK and Syanide are all in the ring. He gets right in Scorpio’s face.

cYnical: So let me get this right. You’re the general manager and Insanity’s new god? Don’t make me laugh Insanity already has a G()D scorpio… and ITS NOT YOU!

Scorpio: Foolish Wizard. You think your puny fire you play with means anything to me? I bring forth a creator power than fire. I bring chaos. The same power that kept Morpheus from the arena tonight.

cYnical: So it was your doing that sent Morpheus there? Your doing that robbed me of my title shot? Yoru doing that robbed the fans of what would have been a battle of epic proportions. Eric you will STEP INTO THE FLAME!

As cYnical yells that and Scorpio smirks the cage begins to slowly lower to the ring until it has trapped all 5 men in a cage.

Scorpio: That is the funny thing about Fire, wizard… it can be extinguished!

With that Syanide, X and CAK all lay into cYnical as Scorpio looks on. The three men all stomp the keeper of the fame as the crowd boos.

Phoenix: This is uncalled for, it is three on one and cYnical can do nothing about it he is stuck in that cage.

SoL: I may not be a big fan of the wizard but even the new breed thinks this is too much.

cYnical does his best to try to fight back but Syanide cracks him in the back of the head with a pipe and cYnical goes limp. After the three men stomp him somemore he is finally pulled to his feet as X pulls out two pairs of handcuffs. cYnical has both of his arms chained to the cage as if he was being crucified as a chain binds his leg to the cage. Eric Scorpio gets right into cYn’s face and smack him a few times to wake him up.

Scorpio: As I was saying Daniel before you decided to rudely interrupt me. I am Insanity’s new God and as I look around I am disgusted with what I see on LPW as a whole. So I only find it fitting do what any god would do. The Lord as some of you call him had his 4 horsemen to cleanse the sinners of the world… and so shall I.

Scorpio turns to Syanide.

Scorpio: Introducing first. The walking hate crime himself; a monster of the ring and the PLAGUE of LPW… Syanide!

Scorpio than turns to X.

Scorpio: Introducing next is the truth of LPW, A blight to our opponents and the FAMINE of LPW… X!

Finally Scorpio turns to his younger brother.
Scorpio: Last and not least allow me to introduce another man that needs no introduction. The titan of Ultraviolence and messenger of Death himself… where he does none shall follow as he will be the Death of LPW… Ash Strife!

Scorpio lets out a laugh.

Scorpio: and for those of you that can count this is only three horsemen. Where is my horsemen of War you ask? Know this LPW. WAR is coming to you. Once my last Horseman arrives we shall burn down first Insanity and then LPW a whole and rebuild it in my glorious image. No one will stop me… and MY Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. You have been warned.

The steel cage begins to rise with cYnical attached to it as the sky as the lights fade as if a flame was dying. Only the glow of the jumbotron can be seen and it flashes the LPW Logo. The screen than explodes in fames as all that can be seen is this image.


Phoenix: This is not good for LPW at all but we still don’t know why?

SoL: We will find out next week but we gotta go BP.

Phoenix: Your right. I am Blazing Phoenix and this is SoL. See you next week on Insanity.

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