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"Death Vally Superstars" by the Murderdolls blast plays throughout the arena as pyro lights up the stage to the screams of the fans in the fedex forum in Nashville Tennessee . The camera pans over the crowd several times before focusing in on Phoenix and SoL.

Phoenix: Good evening ladies and gentlemen! I am Blazing phoenix and this is my college, the New Breed SoL and welcome to another exciting LPW Insanity!

SoL:  Right you are BP. We have an action packed night ahead of as AntiVenom has taken over the show for the night.

Phoenix: Your right and remember not only did acting general Manager Phantom Lord ban Ash Strife from the arena tonight but had him leave the Canadian heavyweight title behind and announced the title will be known as the United States championship from now on.

SoL: Don’t forget that AntiVenom claims they will recruit Nigel Vanderbilt and Phantom will be the referee tonight when Monroe cashes in his guaranteed title shot against World Heavyweight Champion Sheepster!

Phoenix: Your right but we also have Justus taking on X, the anarchists attempt to take on the number one and number two Insanity draft picks  and the return of the hardcore veteran Trey Spruance.

SoL: What a night indeed

“Bullet with Butterfly Wings” plays over the arena to a girade of cheers as Savana and Whore make their way down to Savana’s personalized talk show, Savana’s House of Pain. In the ring is two chairs in the middle with mirrors behind them in the corners. Savana and Whore slide into the ring and wait for the music to go off.
 
SoL: You’ve got to wonder what those mirrors are doing in the ring and what factor they will play when Savana brings out his guest.
 
Phoenix: No word yet on who the guest is but Savana has commented on the fact that he has to address his newfound popularity with the fans. Especially after a year of doing all he can to make life horrible for some of the fans favorite wrestlers.
 
Savana: Welcome, to SAVANA’S HOUSE OF PAIN!
 
The crowd cheers as Whore looks around with somewhat of a sneer.
 
Savana: I thought about calling it Savana’s Chamber of Pain but Strife told me that’d be cheesy.  CAK disagreed however.
 
The crowd laughs just a bit.
 
Savana: I got my own talk show to come out and show who I really am to the lot of you. Over the past year you’ve all seen me do some pretty bad things. To Hatchet, Jaro, Sheepster and everyone else I deemed it necessary.
 
The crowd gets silent.
 
Savana: But the key word right there is necessary. I needed to do those things for various reasons so I did them. It was only coincidence that you all didn’t appreciate them and I wasn’t one to stop doing them because someone else didn’t approve.
 
Phoenix: Savana seems to be making it apparent that he still doesn’t care what the fans think.
 
Savana: A couple of shows ago I was on the Money Shot and things got out of hand and I whooped Nigel’s scrawny ass.
 
A cheer again.
 
Savana: I did it because I NEEDED to do it. Not because you wanted me to do it. I interfered in his match because I NEEDED to do it, and once again, not because you wanted me to do it. So when I go out there tonight and face him in the tag match and whoop his ass again please don’t get it in your head that I did it for you. Don’t feel like you’re all in the ring with me when I hit him with my Knee Trembler.
 
Whore: Baby, baby be nice to these nice young people. Don’t be so mean to these people because they can’t take the initiative with their lives and take care of their problems the way you do. It isn’t their fault you don’t have someone like me to help.
 
The boos are barely starting to pick up. Many are still silent.
 
Savana: I do apologize to you all for your unfortunate lack of blessings. I really do but let me offer this one shining light to you all. I may not be whooping Nigels ass for any of you in those seats but I will be whooping his ass still. It will-
 
Just then Nigel’s music plays and he makes his way out to the ring with a suited man following close behind him. They slide into the ring as Savana just stares on.
 
Nigel: Look what we’ve got here! We’ve got the literally inconsistent Savana once again trying to remain relevant in the fans eyes again by telling them he doesn’t care about them! If I had problems getting over I’d-well I wouldn’t sink that low but still. I pity you.
 
Whore: You’d better get your ass out of this ring before-
 
Nigel: Oh I don’t think Savana would want to ruin his elaborate set up. With the whole two chairs and mirrors deal. I didn’t come out to attack Savana’s tacky taste but to introduce him to a colleague of mine, Dr. Mike Nimitz.
 
Whore: You brought your shrink here?
 
Dr. Mike: Oh I’m not a therapist but a certified sports league doctor. I’m the guy who says who can and cannot compete. To cut to the chase a bit I’d like to say that it is no secret that Savana is dying.
 
SoL: What?!
 
Phoenix: From the silence of the crowd I’d SAY IT WAS A BIG SECRET!
 
Dr. Mike: As such I’d say it is no mystery what I am about to say next. Savana, you won’t be whooping anybodies ‘ass’ tonight or any other night. I am officially going to sign the paper to ban you from competing until this sickness is cured.
 
Nigel: That is assuming you ever find the money for the treatment.
 
Dr. Mike: So consider this your unofficial prognosis, Savana. You will die and you will not compete anytime between now and then.
 
Heavy boos are pouring in.
 
Savana: I’m going to whoop Nigel’s ass tonight whether it’s now or later, Doc cock.
 
Dr. Mike: You didn’t seem to be listening to me. There is nothing you can do about it. You are banned. I bet you wish you were a lot nicer to the fans just a minute ago because their desire to get a dying mans autograph might be what extends your life the smallest measurement of time. As for the slut of yours.
 
Dr. Mike goes to get in her face.
 
Dr. Mike: Might I suggest some test backstage to make sure you’re chemically allowed to be back-
 
Phoenix: Whore has slapped the hell out of the doctor!
 
Savana charges the doctor and clotheslines him down. Nigel goes for a clothesline but Savana ducks. He goes to attack Nigel but the mirrors give him away and Nigel slides under the ropes and onto the ramp.
 
Savana: You think this doctor has any say in what’s going down tonight? You think so? Let me show you what I think of Doctor’s opinions.
 
Savana lifts up the doctor and grabs under his arm pits to throw him into one of the corners with a mirror. Glass is thrown everywhere as the doctor rolls around on the ground in pain. Blood is starting to spot the mat.
 
Savana: You think me dying is going to stop me from anything. Or keep me from anyone! You think that!

The doctor is kneeling in the middle of the ring and his hands are twisted behind his back trying to touch the wounds of the glass. Savana motions for Whore to get the other mirror. She does and puts the mirror right next to the Doctor’s head.
 
SoL: My prognosis is that this will not end well for the doctor.
 
Savana charges and hits a Knee Trembler through the mirror and onto the doctors head. The doctor is bloodied and sprawled out in the ring. Giant amounts of cheers erupt from the crowd now; Savana and Whore cannot resist smirking.
 
Nigel: You think you’re clever Savana! You really do! Well guess what it doesn’t take a doctor to know you’re dead.

Nigel storms backstage in a fit as Savana and Whore celebrate in the ring. The two of them exit the ring and make their way backstage as stage hands begin clearing the ring for the opening contest.

Phoenix: Welcome again, ladies and gentlemen, to LPW Insanity. We are going to start things off with a hardcore style match featuring a potential rising superstar and a return for an old friend.

SoL: Old friend? No one but the Misfits liked that fool. And I believe it was only because Drew needed to show that he was a charitable bible man.

Phoenix: That was very uncalled for SoL; But as SoL has subtly stated, Trey Spruance is making his return in his type of match, a Hardcore match! But he has a big task ahead of him with the 6'10, 305 lbs mystery man known as Azreal.

SoL: He is still young and only has three matches under his belt, yet he is showing a vicious streak that the New Breed appreciates. Though Trey is a druggie screw up, he is a tough vet that can bring the fight to anyone. This will be a good test for the young Azreal.

“Hunt You Down” by Saliva blares on the PA. The lights go out and a blood-red strobe light starts to flash and Azreal explodes onto the stage. Running to the top of the ramp, Azreal falls to his knees. The music reaches it to a certain point and the big man stands and walks down the ramp. As he hands his coat to the ref, “Live for This” by Hatebreed blares on the PA as Trey comes to a big ovation. “The Dude” walks down the ramp, dragging a trash can with a number of weapons. He leaves it outside and slides into the ring.

Mike Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is a Hardcore match and scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, making his return to LPW. From Eureka, California. Weighing in at 210 lbs. “The Dude” TREY SPRUUUUUUUUUUUUUURANCE!!! And his opponent, from Parts Unknown. Weighing in at 305 lbs. He is the “The Unholy Hero” AZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZREAL!

Phoenix: The bell rings as Azreal walks slowly toward Trey. Collar and Elbow tie up attempt. And Trey dodges under. Azreal turns around and gets a big fist from Trey. Azreal holds his jaw, looking unfazed over the shot.

SoL: Trey better not try and slug with this guy. He is ten inches taller and 100 lbs bigger. Trey needs to stick and move and use weapons.

Phoenix: Azreal tries to come after Trey again. And Trey ducks under and nails Azreal with a number of jabs to Azreal. He goes for a big haymaker. And Azreal grabs his arm and toss Trey across the ring with a big throw. Trey gets up holding his back.

SoL: That is some impressive strength from Azreal. I think he just shook the sober into Trey.

Phoenix: Trey gets up, but Azreal is already on him with a number of rights to Trey. He throws him into the corner. A hard knife edge chop by Azreal on Trey. That echo was heard all around the arena.

SoL: That sounded like a gun shot.

Phoenix: Azreal with another hard knife edge chop. Trey drops down to the floor, seated in the corner.

Azreal takes his boot and starts to scrap his boots on the face of Trey a number of times. Azreal then runs toward the opposite rope and hits a running boot to the face of Trey, completing the face wash.

Phoenix: Boot scrapes and face wash by Azreal. Trey is showing some ring rust, but Azreal is a man on a mission.

SoL: Total domination so far, Phoenix. But to be fair to Trey, Azreal is built like a tank.

Phoenix: Azreal is picking up the lifeless body of Trey...Low blow by Trey. He still has plenty in him.

SoL: Hardcore rules means everything is legal. And Trey showed his veteran presence by using the rules to his advantage against the young rookie.

Phoenix: Azreal is hunched over, holding his crotch from the low blow. Trey shakes the cobwebs out of his head. Trey runs toward Azreal and nails him with a running knee to the temple. Azreal is down on a knee from the impact. Trey takes this time to go outside and get that trash can full of weapons.

SoL: Trey is entering his element now, interjecting weapons into this match. Can Azreal adapt to this? I know he trained for it, but no amount of training can prepare you for a veteran stoner who can imagine interesting ways to bring the pain.

Phoenix: Trey has dumped the contents of the garbage can into the ring. He has a Singapore cane in his hand and knocks it right across the back of Azreal. Azreal gets up, feeling the pain.

Trey nails Azreal with multiple shots, hitting him in the knees and the chest, than right between the eyes, sending him down. Trey holds the cane up, to the positive reaction of the crowd. Trey picks up Azreal and hits him with the cane in the knee and between the eyes again. He backs off and holds the cane up again. He rushes toward Azreal with a cane shot, but Azreal dodges the blow. Trey turns around and Azreal hits him with a big one armed spinebuster into the trash can. Trey wriggles in pain on the trash can as Azreal regains his focus.

Phoenix: That trash can never stood a chance! Azreal threw Trey with one arm into that trash can.

SoL: Azreal withstood a Singapore cane barrage from Trey and had the awareness to dump Trey on that downed trash can.

Phoenix: Azreal now picks up Trey and takes him to the corner. He lands a number of hard right hands to Trey.

SoL: If his fists are as strong as his chops, Trey is going to have a short night.

Phoenix: Azreal with a few more punches to Trey. Azreal backs off a few steps. Big Stinger Splash by Azreal, sending Trey sprawling to the floor. Azreal goes to the outside and throws in a chair. He dodges under the ring and drags out a table, sliding it into the ring. He gets back in. Trey is slowly up. Azreal goes for a big boot...Trey dodges it! He grabs the chair. Big chair shot to the head of Azreal, who is stunned and down on one knee.

SoL: What does it take to knock this guy down?

Phoenix: Trey still has the chair. He hits Azreal with a running dropkick with the chair, and Azreal is down.

SoL: Well, that did it.

Phoenix: Trey grabs a stop sign and places it on the chest of Azreal. He goes to the second turnbuckle. Double stomp on to Azreal, the stop sign smashing into his exposed chest. Trey looks to be fired up.

Trey grabs the table and starts to set it up in the corner of the ring slowly, still feeling the pounding he took earlier. Azreal starts to get up, but Trey makes him stay down with a chair shot to the back. Trey sets up the table and starts to pick Azreal up. He hits him with a number of right hands and backs off. Trey attempts to spear Azreal into the table. Azreal attempts to counter with a big boot, but Trey ducks out of the way. Trey attempts a clothesline, but Azreal ducks and hits him with a big German suplex through the table.

Phoenix: Big German Suplex through that table in the corner by Azreal. What a counter! Trey looks like he is in a world of hurt.

SoL: Trey took way too long and the table that was going to be his salvation became his own personal hell.

Phoenix: How poetic.

SoL: Of course. I am an actor, novelist, and all around awesome person.

Phoenix: Azreal drags Trey out of the rubble and has him in a non chalant cover. 1...2...TWO! Kick out at two. Azreal picks Trey up and puts him into a bear hug, squeezing the life out of him.

SoL: Trey is going to have to find a crafty way to get out of this. Azreal's strength and ability to take punishment will make hitting him expend more energy.

Phoenix: Azreal is continuing to squeeze the life out of Trey. Trey needs to do something!

Trey starts to rain flailing punches at Azreal, but they barely faze Azreal. Trey than grabs Azreal's eyes and gouges them. Azreal screams out from Trey's gouge and releases the hold. Trey gets up looks fired up.

Phoenix: Trey got out of the bear hug with that highly illegal eye gouge, if this was a normal match.

SoL: Trey using the Hardcore rules to gain the advantage. Time for him to try and do some damage.

Phoenix: Trey hits Azreal with a series of chops to the chest. Azreal is still blinded, but is feeling little effect. Azreal blindly tries to punch Trey. Trey dodges. Manhattan Drop by Trey to Azreal, who hunches over again from being nailed in the lower extremities. Super kick by Trey. Azreal is down. Trey is going to the top!

SoL: He would be better served to beat him with a chair instead of going up top. This could back fire.

As Trey goes up top, Azreal starts to get up. Trey sees that Azreal is standing and attempts a double ax handle, but Azreal catches him and tosses him with a belly to belly suplex. Trey gets up staggered and attempts to super kick Azreal again. Azreal catches his foot and tries to turn it into an ankle lock.

Phoenix: Trey is in trouble here! It looked like he had Azreal, but Azreal countered Trey and is trying to lock in the ankle lock.

SoL: This big man is showing he is more than just the stereotypical powerhouse with that well scouted counter. He just has to get Trey still.

Phoenix: Trey spins out of the move. Azreal comes forward to regain momentum. Trey with an enziguri to the back of Azreal's head. He grabs a chair and bashes Azreal in the back with it.

SoL: And Trey is going to the outside instead of keeping the pain coming with that chair. Dumb move.

Trey brings another table into the ring. He sets it up in the middle of the ring, motioning to the crowd that he is going to fly. Trey picks up Azreal, signaling for the Double Arm DDT to soften up Azreal. Azreal breaks out of it. He jerks Trey forward and nails him with a spinning sidewalks slam onto the street sign. Azreal grabs the table and sets it up in the corner of the ring instead. Azreal picks up Trey and nails him with a running Vigilante Slam into the table.

Phoenix: Vigilante Slam by Azreal! He nailed him with that Crucifix bomb right into that table into the corner. He slowly drags the lifeless body of Trey to the middle and goes for the cover. 1...2...3!

Mike Announcer: The winner of the match, AZREAL!

Azreal 3.73 APS + 2.30 AVS= 6.03   
Trey Spruance 2.66 APS +0.10 AVS= 2.76

Phoenix: Trey put up a valiant effort, but this mysterious Azreal is continuing to impress.

SoL: He ain't all that yet. For the most part, though, he controlled Trey in his environment and showed his different array of skills. Too early to pimp him yet, Phoenix, but he's pretty good.

Azreal is seen walking backstage as Steve Storme is leaning by the wall.

Storme: Impressive Rookie… Not bad for a NOOB.

Azreal: hey you’re just as much of a NOOB here as I am… but then again I am undefeated

Storme: I am undefeated too.

Azreal: if I recall correctly you have a loss next to your name against our Hardcore Champion and Wicked.

Storme: Don’t get me wrong, while Seth is my boy he was the one that was pinned so technically I am undefeated. I have yet to be pinned or submit to a match here in LPW.

Azreal: Well that can change later here tonight as you are facing cYnical and Jude Maxwell…

Storme and Azreal get right into each other’s face and both men grin.

Storme: Watch just that match closely and I will show you just how good I am.

Storme turns down the hallway leaving Azreal by himself. Azreal just cracks his knuckles and lets out a laugh as he turns the other way.

The scene opens to the General Managers’ office. Phantom Lord is behind the desk while Monroe and Jason Gravis are also in the office. Monroe has an ultra focused look on his face, preparing himself for his World Title match up later with Sheepster.

Phantom: Unbelievable, Repo has yet to book this PPV at all and it is only two weeks away but not to worry for I, Phantom Lord, will not fail this company.

Phantom Looks up and was expecting Monroe to be out of it but noticed Jason Gravis was looking more than a little pissed off.

Phantom: What would be troubling you Mr. Gravis?

Jason Gravis: Why?

Phantom: Why what?

Jason Gravis: Why did you ban Ash Strife from the arena tonight?

Phantom: Yes I understand you want another shot at Strife, but tonight is bigger than wants… but trust me for AT ALL COST™ , the first official match I have booked to ensure you my friend get your chance is Ash Strife vs. Jason Gravis… LAST MAN STANDING for the United States Championship. But I know that didn’t really answer your question so listen up my friend. Besides Monroe getting a shot at the World Title tonight, this is our chance to not only make a much needed impact but to take out the Wise Men. They have beaten us at almost every turn but tonight will be different because With Ash gone, X is all alone and I have something very special up my sleeve for him later on tonight.

 Jason Gravis: Ok.

Phantom: Now we don’t have a clear cut title match for the Hardcore title at the PPV so Next insanity I am booking a Battle Royal with the winner facing Big B. Brown at the PPV for the Hardcore title. This Battle Royal will feature mostly new recruits with a few familiar names, and they say Anti-Venom doesn’t care about LPW… We only want to ensure everyone gets a chance.

Phantom: But as far as the World Heavyweight title. cYnical we know is receiving his rematch from Homecoming but we won’t know until the end of the night-

Phantom stops speaking as a beep goes off and he looks towards a computer.

Phantom: Steve, you’re not going to like this.

Monroe: What?

Phantom: Well as we all knew Morpheus was never assigned to a brand.

Monroe: And?

Phantom: Repo just signed him to Insanity with a guaranteed World Title Match next week.

Monroe: What?!?

Phantom: So no matter what happens tonight, Wither you beat Sheep, Which you will, but if he was to retain the World Champion is defending against Morpheus next week. So for At All Cost™ it will be cYnical vs. the World champ but we have two shows to find out who will still have the gold.

Monroe: I am not afraid of facing the boogeyman if that is what you mean?

Phantom: Not at all; I was just implying that it is a shame to have to defend so quickly. But also we will give Nigel pre-joining AntiVenom gift by allowing him to face Andy Savana to wrap up their beef with each other.

As Phantom finishes his statement Son of Shockey walks into the room.

Phantom: Your late…

Son of Shockey: Not for our match; which is next.

The camera cuts back to ring side

Phoenix: Well fans up next we have the first part of our huge triple main event as Team Savana will be taking on Nigel Vanderbilt and Anti-Venom. Phantom Lord has made a vow that tonight Anti-Venom will have the respect they deserve as someone will be leaving this arena after the match on a stretcher.

SoL: I have known Phantom for many years and when he says he’s going to make an example out of someone, if I were on Team Savana I would be very worried right now.

Phoenix: Anti-Venom has been on a bit of a losing streak lately, but they still remain strong as a unit and tonight they are looking to snag a huge rising star in Nigel Vanderbilt.

SoL: I don’t know what’s so hard about this decision for Nigel. He has Anti-Venom looking to welcome him into the fold with open arms. Monroe is an absolute beast and he could very well be the new World Heavyweight Champion when the night is over. Phantom Lord is a well-seasoned veteran and LPW Hall of Famer. Jason Gravis and Son of Shockey are two of the best in the business right now. It seems like a no brainer to me.

Phoenix: Maybe Nigel wants to accomplish things on his own and he doesn’t need a group of flunkies hanging onto him.

SoL: That’s just crazy talk. The New Breed has a small battalion of flunkies and hangers on to tend to my needs. But Anti-Venom are hardly a group of flunkies. If Nigel wants to succeed in this business, he has to join Anti-Venom. I can’t imagine what would happen if he turned them down.

Phoenix: Well we are going to find out just how well of a unit Anti-Venom is tonight as there has been some major rumors of dissention in the ranks. Monroe and Phantom Lord have made it clear they want Nigel Vanderbilt so I can only imagine they have rolled out the red carpet for him. But right now the time for courting is over, it’s time for action so lets head up to the ring and to our MC the one and only Mike Announcer.

Announcer: Wrestling fans the following contest on LPW Insanity is the first part of the triple main event… it is eight man tag team action scheduled for one fall.

"Bullet With Butterfly Wings" by Smashing Pumpkins comes on and Andy Savana leads his team out onto the stage to a huge ovation

Mike Announcer: Introducing first coming down the aisle as a total combined weight of Nine hundred and fifty nine pounds they are the team of Kaptain Krossbones, Zenith, Mass Chaos, and Andy Savana…This is TEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM SSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVAAAAAAANNNNNNNAAAAAA!!!

Phoenix: Tremendous ovation from this hot Memphis crowd for Team Savana as Andy Savana leads his team into battle. Savana and Chaos have the experience while Kross and Zenith have the youth. They are a mixture of technical ability, power, speed, and the unknown and they have their hands full tonight.

SoL: They have all the tools they need for victory, but in just a moment one of the most cunning groups in LPW history will enter and you know they have a master plan for victory tonight.

Suddenly the lights in the arena go out and “This Devil's Workday" by Modest Mouse comes on as a huge blast of pyro goes off on the stage and Anti Venom along with Nigel Vanderbilt come out to a huge chorus of boos from the crowd

Mike Announcer: And their opponents, coming down the aisle weighing in at a total combined weight of One Thousand and fifteen pounds this the team of Phantom Lord, Jason Gravis, Son Of Shockey, and Nigel Vanderbilt…They are TEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAMMMMMM NNNNIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEELLLLL.

Phoenix: The boos in this building are deafening as Team Nigel steps into the ring. Anti Venom want a huge showing tonight as they are trying to recruit Nigel Vanderbilt, but as it was said, Team Savana is pumped for this match right now. It looks like it will be Kaptain Krossbones and Jason Gravis starting things off as the referee calls for the bell and this one is under way and Krossbones is wasting no time as he does a double leg on Jason Gravis and he is hammering away on the heavy hitter of Anti-Venom.

SoL: I don’t know if this is the best game plan for the Kaptain as Gravis can brawl with the best of them.

Phoenix: Gravis has now gained control and he has raining down fists on the LPW’s resident pirate. Gravis has Krossbones back up and he picks him up and he plants him with a huge scoop slam. Jason Gravis is the kind of guy who can do the simplest of moves and make them hurt. He’s in the tradition of brawlers like Bruiser Brody and Gravis is now putting the boots to Kaptain Krossbones and he’s dragging him to his corner and he tags in Nigel Vanderbilt. Nigel sling shots in over the top rope and he connects with a big elbow right to Kross’s chest. Nigel with a quick cover…one…two…kickout by Kaptain Krossbones!

SoL: This seems like a good strategy for Anti-Venom and Nigel. Single out the least experienced guy on the team and work him over like a dog.

Phoenix: Nigel quickly has Kaptain Krossbones back up but Kross wisely breaks free and heads to his corner and he tags in Mass Chaos. This should be a good show down as the brash youngster takes on the seasoned vet. They lock up and Chaos quickly goes behind with a hammerlock and Nigel has nowhere to go as Chaos has it locked in.

Nigel tries to look for a break but he can’t find one. With his free hand he nails Mass Chaos with a backhand to the stomach and another and another and he breaks free and Nigel quickly ducks back to his corner and he tags in Phantom Lord.

Phoenix: Nigel did not like the way that exchange went and he has tagged in the one half of the leadership of Anti-Venom in Phantom Lord.

SoL: We are getting a dream LPW match here of sorts as neither of these men have ever faced each other in the ring in their long careers in this company.

Phoenix: Phantom is now in the ring and Mass Chaos comes right up to him. Chaos is not intimidated by Phantom Lord one bit and Mass Chaos nails him with a big chop to the chest and another and another and he goes to send him into the ropes but Phantom counters it and he sends him in and he ducks. Mass Chaos with a running leap frog over Phantom and Phantom turns around and Chaos connects with a big drop kick. Mass Chaos quickly tags in Zenith and they both send Phantom into the ropes and Chaos nails him with a kick to the midsection and Zenith comes running and goes behind and connects with a German Suplex into the pin…one…two…and Jason Gravis is in to break up the pin.

Gravis quickly goes back to his corner and Phantom is up and he tags Gravis back into the match.

Phoenix: Oh you can tell Phantom definitely looked past the rookie Zenith when preparing for this match.

SoL: I wouldn’t say he looked past. He just misjudged.

Phoenix: You really should run for office some day. Meanwhile back in the ring Jason Gravis is telling Zenith to bring it and he does and he nails Gravis with a kick to the mid section and he connects with a clothesline but Jason Gravis is still on his feet. Gravis is firing up and he’s saying is that the best you got. Zenith nails him with another short arm clothesline and another and another and Gravis is dazed. Zenith quickly goes into the ropes and he nails him with a big clothesline and Jason Gravis is wobbling. Zenith goes into the ropes and he goes for a big flying shoulder block AND JASON GRAVIS COUNTERS WITH A BIG BOOT RIGHT TO THE MUSH.

SoL: DAMN…Someone get the number of that bus that Zenith ran into.

Phoenix: Gravis with the cover…one…two…and Andy Savana is in to break up the pin. Gravis quickly grabs Zenith and he drags him to his corner and he tags Phantom Lord back in and Phantom comes in and drops an elbow right to the chest and another and another and another. Phantom quickly tags in Son of Shockey and Shockey drops a big knee right onto Zenith. Shockey is back up and he’s putting the boots to Zenith like he owes him money.

SoL: Shockey has dropped the ball in the eyes of Anti-Venom the last few weeks…especially with his loss of the Hardcore Title. Right now he’s doing everything he can to make up for that.

Phoenix: That might be the case as Shockey picks Zenith up and he connects with a big scoop slam. Like I said earlier it’s a strategy to single out the less experienced guys and work them over. Son of Shockey now has Zenith back up and he sets him up and he connects with a big suplex.

Shockey looks over to his teammates and he says he’s going to do it one more time.

Phoenix: A bit of cockiness by Son Of Shockey as he picks Zenith back up and he connects with another big vertical suplex. Shockey is really show boating right now as he says he’s going to do it one more time.

Shockey goes for a third suplex and he connects and instead of going for a cover, Shockey showboats some more to the crowd and then he motions to his team that he’s going to finish this guy off.

Phoenix: Phantom Lord looks like he is going to burst a vessel in his head right now as Son of Shockey is not going for the pin. Shockey instead is going to the outside and he’s climbing to the top rope. Shockey goes for the Personal Foul head butt AND ZENITH ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY! Shockey crashes and burns and misses the swan dive. Both men are down and the referee is starting a ten count…

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EIGHT

Phoenix: Zenith is back up and he makes the tag to Andy Savana. Shockey goes for the tag AND PHANTOM AND JASON GRAVIS JUST HOPPED DOWN TO THE FLOOR. Nigel is stunned and he hops down to the floor as Phantom and Gravis are looking at Son of Shockey and they just waved bye bye…

SoL: Oh you don’t think he is the one Phantom said would be leaving Memphis in a body bag…

Phoenix: I believe so because all four members of Team Savana are in the ring and Son Of Shockey turns around AND KROSS NAILS HIM WITH THE JOLLY ROGER. Mass Chaos quickly grabs him and he has him up and he connects with The Ode to the Black Sun neck breaker! Zenith picks him back up and he connects with The Limit Buster. This crowd is calling for Savana to finish him off and he obliges…Savana locks in Savana’s Chamber Of Pain and Son Of Shockey is tapping and the referee calls for the bell!

Andy Savana continues to pull back on Son Of Shockey as Mike Announcer gives the official decision

Mike Announcer: The winners of the match via submission are the team of Kaptain Krossbones, Mass Chaos, Zenith, and Andy Savana… TEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAMMMMMM SSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAA

Team Savana (Andy Savana, Mass Chaos, Zenith, Krossbones) 3.75 APS+ 3.95 APS
+ 3.60 APS + 3.56 APS + 2.20 AVS= 17.06
Team Nigel (Nigel Vanderbilt, Jason Gravis, Phantom Lord, Son of Shockey)
3.64 APS + 3.17 APS + 3.46 APS +0.00 A.PS + 0.20= 10.47

SoL: Savana has finally let him go and I know this term gets thrown around, but I think Son Of Shockey has been broken in half.

Phoenix: Team Savana with a decisive victory tonight after Phantom Lord and Jason Gravis decided to hang Son Of Shockey out to dry.

As Team Savana celebrates as they walk up the isle, ringside Phantom Lord is seen grabbing a microphone and he along with Jason Gravis walk back into the ring. Nigel Vanderbilt stays outside to observe

Phantom: I told all of you people that after the bell rang someone would be leaving this building on a stretcher…I just didn’t say who. You all thought it would be someone from Team Savana. In normal times that would have been the case. But tonight Anti-Venom had to make a statement. Tonight Anti-Venom had to get rid of the cancer. Jason…bring Shockey to his feet.

Phoenix: Son Of Shockey is damn near out cold from being descimated by Team Savana and this sociopath wants him brought back to his feet.

Jason Gravis holds the slumping Son Of Shockey back up and Phantom Lord grabs him by the face

Phantom: You little bastard. When we formed Anti-Venom it was for the goal of saving this company. We had a piece of the crown when you won that damn Hardcore Title and then you let it get to your head and instead of taking it seriously you dropped the ball. Maybe to put it in terms that these retarded inbred hicks will understand…YOU DUN GOOFED UP AND CONSEQUENCES WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.

The crowd starts an ASSHOLE chant

Phantom: You people kiss your mothers with those mouths??? Well of course you do, this is MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE UH HUH HUH.

The chant gets louder. As it does Son Of Shockey tries to break free, but Jason Gravis continues to hold him

Phantom: Where was this fight when you dropped the title? Where was this fight when you lost last week? WHERE WAS THIS FIGHT WHEN YOU LOST TONIGHT? We stepped off the ring to give you one last chance to redeem yourself and you blew it. Tonight is supposed to be the greatest night in LPW history as Anti-Venom takes its place on the throne when Monroe wins the World’s Heavyweight Championship and you had to go ruin it for us. Son of Shockey…you are here by vitandus. May God have mercy on your soul…because we won’t!

Jason Gravis shoves Son of Shockey into Phantom Lord who promptly picks him up and he delivers a Career Killer sit out tombstone Piledriver to Son of Shockey. The referee’s and LPW officials try to get into the ring but Jason Gravis holds them off. Phantom picks up Son of Shockey

Phoenix: For the love of God will someone please stop this. They are going way past kicking him out of the group. They are trying to end his career. Phantom has Shockey back up and Jason Gravis nails him with a shot to the side and another and another and now the big right cross and he spins him around Non Timebo Mala connects. Son Of Shockey is down and out.

SoL: I have seen some brutal things in my day…hell I’ve been part of them, but this one might take the cake.

Just as it looks like they are done, Phantom tells Jason Gravis to grab Son Of Shockey and Phantom sets him up for a Piledriver

Phoenix: NO…NO…DON’T DO IT. PHANTOM HAS SON OF SHOCKEY SET UP FOR A PILEDRIVER AND JASON GRAVIS IS UP ON THE TOP ROPE…AND THEY CONNECT WITH A SPIKE PILEDRIVER.

Fans in the crowd start to throw bottles and garbage at Jason Gravis and Phantom Lord as finally they allow medics into the ring who begin to stabilize Son of Shockey. Phantom and Jason Gravis hop out of the ring and walk over to Nigel Vanderbilt

Phantom: Nigel, I know we lost tonight but you see we accomplished something greater. We made a statement to not only the LPW but the entire wrestling world. If we will do that to someone who is our friend and ally…what will we do to you? Now Nigel, we have been trying for weeks to get you and I hope after tonight we have convinced you that Anti-Venom is for you. We are trying to make a difference for guys like you and Jason Gravis and the next generation that will carry this company. All you have to do is say YES and the world is yours.

The crowd is chanting “NO!” as Nigel looks around to see their reaction.

Nigel: You know what, I have money and I have power but if this is what you call making a difference for guys like me I want no part of it.

The crowd pops as Phantom has a look of disbelief on his face.

Phantom: Now Nigel, out of respect for you I am going to ask you to think about this for a moment. You just saw what we did to Shockey…so I ask you again. What is your decision?

Nigel: What are you deaf and stupid? I said NO. And I know you aren’t used to hearing those words so I’ll put it in a way even you can understand.

Nigel takes the microphone and he cracks Phantom right across the front of the face with it. Jason Gravis clotheslines Nigel Vanderbilt and he starts kicking and stomping on him. Phantom Lord gets back up and there is blood running down the top of his forehead. He quickly goes over to the time keeper and grabs a steel chair

Phoenix: What a cry baby this man is. He doesn’t get his way and now he’s going to try and injure one of the young stars he says that Anti-Venom is looking out for. Jason Gravis has Nigel back up and Phantom just gave Nigel the sign of the cross…HE’S GONNA CRACK HIM OVER THE HEAD WITH THAT CHAIR…WAIT ANDY SAVANA IS RUNNING BACK OUT WITH A CHAIR OF HIS OWN AND PHANTOM AND JASON GRAVIS TAKE OFF RUNNING THROUGH THE CROWD.

SoL: What just happened? Andy Savana came out to save Nigel Vanderbilt?

Phoenix: Fans we have to get some order restored…we’ll be right back.

The shot shows Son of Shockey being wheeled on a stretcher towards the ambulance as other LPW stars look on offering words of encouragement. The scene opens up to Big B. Brown standing with the LPW Hardcore title over his right shoulder. Brown is wearing a pair of jeans with a polo shirt and has a huge smile on his face as he looks at his newly won gold.  He is walking backstage with a smile on his face as he passes through the curtain. An explosion hits the stage as “Dr. Feel good” by Motley Crue blast over the PA system.
 
Mike Announcer: ladies and gentleman making his way to the ring, the NEW LPW HARDCORE CHAMPION… BIG…B…BROOOOOOOOOWN!!!
 
Big B Brown steps through the ropes and holds the hardcore title up in the air. A small Big B chant breaks out and the big man can only smile. He asks for a microphone.
 
Big B. Brown: Memphis Tennessee…. BIG B BROWN IS IN THE HOU- wait a minute I better think up a new catch phrase before Kevin Nash thinks I jacked his shit… ok ok oh about this… DO YOU SMELL WHAT THE BROWN IS- Holy gimmick infringement batman; give me a second I promise you; the  great people in Memphis the champ will get this right.
 
Big B. Brown looks right at the camera smiles before raising the microphone to his mouth.
 
Big B. Brown: Memphis Tennessee… Are you ready to get down with the Brown?

Big B just shrugs his shoulders and smiles again.

Big B. Brown: So Big B. Brown is sporting the Hardcore Crown!

he holds up the Hardcore title with a look of accomplishment.

Big B. Brown: And as long as I have this belt I will never frown!

Big B. Brown: Cause this belt was held by a clown!

Big B. Brown:OHHHHHHH Son! Dr. Seuss has nothing on me! WHAT! I’m just messing with you guys. I just want to say it is so exciting to finally be a champion. Jus to think all it took was to trim some baby fat and instant success! It is so great. And I want to thank you… and you… and you… and-

The lights flicker on and off rapidly as a silhouette can be seen coming out from under the ring  with a what looks like a giant trophy. He sneaks up behind Big B. Brown and slams the massive cup into the back of his head. The mystery man bends down and it looks like he is placing a stamp on Brown’s forehead. The lights finally stop and the man is revealed to be Bobino holding the Owners Cup. The camera looks down at Brown and he has a massive “owned” stamp across his forehead. Bobino puts the stamp away and picks up Browns’s microphone.

Bobino: Memphis Tonight Insanity just evolved! As the Master of Darwinism now calls Insanity his home! And as the owners Cup winner I declare my campaign of “owning” every single “inmate” in the insane Asylum and it started tonight with Mc Dr. Seuss here.  I am also declaring my entering of the Hardcore Battle royal to get a shot at Sir Sleeps a Lot

As Bobino is bragging he doesn’t see Brown starting to come to. Brown rubs his head and slowly sits up. He stands behind Bobino as he is running his mouth and taps him on the shoulder. Bobino freezes in place and turns around. Brown power whips him into the rope and Bobino holds on to them for dear life. He quickly slides under the bottom rope and points to his head  to show he has out thought Brown. He reaches in and grabs his cup and laughs at Brown and makes gestures of a championship belt. As Insanity cuts to a commercial.

Phoenix: Welcome back to Insanity and up next is a highly anticipated tag team matchup between the tag team of Seth Omega and Steve Storme vs. cYnical and Jude Maxwell

“Epic” by Faith No More plays as Jude Maxwell makes his way out to a large amount of cheers.

Mike Announcer: Introducing First the team of CYNICAL AND JUDE MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAXWELL!!!

Phoenix: Maxwell fresh off the back of a big win over Cynical as well as being picked first in the draft.

Cynical and Maxwell stare at each other at the top of the ramp with loud applause behind them. They then move down the ramp and both slide into the ring at the same time.

Phoenix: While Maxwell is looking to continue his momentum tonight, cYnical is looking to start some new momentum in his career. Namely, a loss of the title to Sheeptser and the previously mentioned loss to Maxwell.

SoL: That’s the nice way of saying that he better get winning before he goes the way of Hatchet Ryda.

“Counting Bodies like Sheep” by A Perfect Circle plays and the Anarchist come out to a mixed reaction.

Mike Announcer: And their opponents the team of Steve Storme and Seth Omega… THE ANNNNNNNNNARCHISTS!!!

SoL: More so in danger are these two. Seth Omega trying to gain some traction on his career after losing to what would become one of the worse Hardcore Champions ever, Son of Shockey. That’s like losing the playoffs to the team that goes winless next year.

Phoenix: Seth Omega sliding in as Storme gets up to the corner.

SoL: Maybe Omega not wanting Storme to cost them the match this time?
Phoenix: Omega was the one who got pinned last time they tagged. Oh-Omega charges Maxwell and Cynical both and clotheslines both of them!

SoL: I bet Omega will relive clotheslining somebody that high up the card when he is fifty!

Phoenix: Omega shoving cYnical under the bottom rope and the bell has rung! Omega and Maxwell will be starting this off!  Omega laying forearm after forearm on the back of Maxwell and I think that flu he had a couple of weeks ago is finally gone.

SoL: So that was his excuse for sucking? The New Breed calls BS

Phoenix: I’d argue with you, SoL. Omega lifting up Maxwell and an irish whip later Maxwell is in Omega’s corner. The referee making sure Storme doesn’t get any cheap hits in.

Omega grabs Maxwell by the armpits and throws him to the middle of the ring.

SoL: I take back what I said earlier-Omega will remember up until at least this moment until he is fifty. Oh hell and I think that moment will be the last because Mass Chaos is at the top of the ramp staring down the ring.

Phoenix: Omega and Chaos developing some sort of a feud and any interference in this match could elevate things to boiling point-oh and Maxwell takes advantage of the distraction with a toe to the gut.

SoL: You can expect a long-winded speech about the horrors of Chaos tonight from Omega, after the match.

Phoenix: Maxwell with a European uppercut and some more punches to take control. Omega fights back with a headbutt and Maxwell stumbling to the corner.

SoL: Maxwell is a clever dog indeed! He mule kicked Omega in the chest with his two feet and the turnbuckle to grab on to!

Phoenix: Omega gasping for air on his knees and Maxwell runs and hits a DDT! This is a turn of events and the cover! 1…ONE! Kick Out!

Maxwell doesn’t appear too angry as he gets up to his feet and goes against the ropes before hitting a falling fist drop. Omega rolls out of the ring with his hands on his face.

SoL: Omega shouldn’t be out there, Chaos could attack him from there.

Phoenix:  No matter because Omega was only playing opossum! Maxwell went over to drag him back in but got a rope to the throat for his troubles. Omega back in and a running body block throws Maxwell across the ring.

SoL: Across the ring near his now recovered partner, cYnical. Omega charging!

Phoenix: Maxwell dodges and Omega eats a heavy forearm from cYnical! Looks like payback has been delivered!

SoL: Here comes the withholding tax!

Maxwell springboards off the bottom rope and hits Omega with a clothesline to take him down. Maxwell over to Cynical for the tag and Omega stumbles to Storme and tags in as well.

Phoenix: You might’ve been right when saying Storme could cost them the match because cYnical is really laying into Storme at the moment! cYnical with a boot to a kneeled on the apron Omega and Omega falls to the ground!

SoL: Omega looks to be knocked out right there! Storme won’t fare too well if he is all alone with Maxwell and cYnical!

Phoenix: Starting now with a fall away slam! I thought he was going for the cYnaplex for just a second. No matter because Storme is writhing in pain right now.

SoL: cYnical already motioning for the end. No respect for Storme whatsoever.

Phoenix: The Negative Outlook is about to be executed but no! cYnical couldn’t even get it set up because Storme hopped off of Cynical’s shoulders. A kneeled kick to the back of cYnical’s knee and Cynical is now down on one knee.

SoL: Painful looking enziguri and Storme has regained control. I think Omega is still knocked out too! If Storme wins this match for the team I’ll admit Cash Flo was a scam for publicity.

Phoenix: Storme lifting up cYnical and mocking Maxwell as he hits a chop to the chest! Another! cYnical falling back into the corner and Storme ascends to the second rope and starts wailing on cYnical’s head! A bad idea followed through with a good one! cYnical countered by damn near powerbombs Storme headfirst onto the ground! cYnical covers! 1…2…TWO! Kick out by Storme.

 SoL: If only cYnical had lifted him up that extra arms length this issue could’ve been avoided. That or we called it the Negative Outlook! That always seems to be what separates one bomb from another.

Phoenix: cYnical tagging Maxwell back in and Maxwell delivers a stomp to Storme’s arm. Storme finally getting to his feet only to be hit with a drop kick to the chest and going back down.

SoL: And Omega is still out…

Phoenix: Maxwell goes for a Scoop Slam but Storme kept the momentum going and hits a tornado DDT! Maxwell rolls all the way back up to his feet and is wobbly!

SoL: Talk about taking things personal!

Phoenix: Right! Storme runs over to Cynical in the corner and starts hammering on his head. Cynical can’t really do much about it on the account of the turnbuckle being in the way. Maxwell is over in the corner where Omega would be if he wasn’t knocked out.

SoL: Wait a second! Omega isn’t knocked out!

Phoenix: You’re damn right! Storme attacking cYnical is a distraction! Omega is in the ring and Maxwell has no idea what is about to hit him HEART SHAPED BOX!

SoL: The referee turns and sees Omega doing it but it isn’t quick enough and Storme jumps off the ropes and runs over to Maxwell for the cover!

Phoenix: cYnical trying to catch his wits but he can’t! Storme has the pinfall. 1…2…3!This one is over!

Mike Announcer: Here are your winners the Team of Steve Storme and Seth Omega… THE ANNNNNNNNNNNNNARCHISTS!

Steve Storme & Seth Omega 3.92APS + 3.87 APS + 1.80 AVS= 9.59
cYnical & Jude Maxwell 3.39 APS + 3.36 APS + 0.60 AVS= 7.35

“Counting Bodies like Sheep” by A Perfect Circle Blast as the Anarchists hold their hands up in victory. Mass Chaos looks down the ramp and gives a sarcastic golf clap at Seth Omega before stepping through the curtain. The camera follows Mass Chaos standing next to an overly excited Jonathan Crotchman. Chaos is dressed back into his street clothing and Crotchman is wearing his casual work attire.

Crotchman: I am here with Mass Chaos who just had a hard fought match earlier tonight, how did you feel about the results?

Chaos: I felt we fought hard, and in the end we got the well deserved victory.

Crotchman: There have been a lot of rumors that you might have lost a step, maybe you’re even too old for this. What do you say to that?

Chaos: Anyone who thinks I’m too old and don’t have it anymore is more than welcome to step into the ring with me at any point.

Crotchman: And what about the one they call Seth Omega? You and him have been nipping at each other quite a bit, what’s the story behind that?

Chaos: Well Seth thinks his shot at the Main Event comes through me and...

At that moment a much larger man comes charging at Mass driving him spine first against the wall. As the sound echos throughout The FedEx Forum Chaos begins throwing punches at the attacker, who is none other than Seth Omega. Mass hits a hard shot right to Seth’s lip and send blood flying to the floor, Chaos quickly shoulder blocks Omega against a crate of sound equipment and begins raining down shots from above.

Crotchman: We need security back here ASAP! Mass Chaos and Seth Omega are tearing each other apart!

Seth sends a hard right hand into Chaos’ chin knocking him backwards. Omega then picks up a chair and throws it into the face of Mass knocking him down onto the floor. Seth quickly pounces on Chaos and throws one or two punches before security finally breaks them apart. As several security members pin both men against the wall Phantom Lord walks in-between them. He glares over at Crotchman before grabbing his microphone.

Phantom: You two just can’t keep your noses out of each other’s business can you?

Phantom glares over at Omega first.

Phantom: You got involved in a match that you had no right being involved in and you determined the outcome with your actions. You effectively screwed Mass Chaos in favor of our new Western States Heritage Champion Tromboner Man! Clearly not an act I condone.

The Hall of Famer then glares at Chaos.

Phantom: And you...first you got involved at Altered Reality when Omega was about to end that pesky little bitch they call Sean Jensen on Pyromania. How stupid of you, because Jensen later turned on you and made you look like a fool. If that wasn’t bad enough, Omega was also going to end Big B. Brown’s career and he could have ended up keeping a belt in Anti-Venom territory. And guess who ruined that too? You did Chaos.

The legend steps back and looks at Chaos and then turns his attention to Omega, he thinks for a brief moment and then an evil grin comes across his face.

Phantom: You both spent a lot of time in the Indy Leagues. Mass you were in Texas where you battled several legends and up and coming stars, Omega you were in Japan where you fought in several King’s Road, Strong Style, and Deathmatch encounters. And because of it you’re both two of the hardest hitting men in LPW.

Seth struggles against security and yells at the GM of the night.

Omega: Make your point already.

Phantom: Easy dog…. I am happy to announce that at the upcoming PPV LPW Presents At All Costs we will introduce Strong Style to the LPW Crowd. But oh no, it won’t be Seth Omega vs Mass Chaos...no we’re really going to do a tribue to Japan when Seth Corleone will take on Manny Gallego one on one. No weapons, no interference, and no gimmicks. Also, if you two even think about touching each other before the PPV you’re both fined and suspended for 30 days.

Phantom walks away smiling as the camera cuts away and follows Steve Storme fresh off his impressive victory over cYnical and Maxwell, turns a corner and stops right as he passes Azreal.

Storme: You see NOOB, that is how you handle a match… against names that matter.

Azreal: Everyone matters Steve. Every victory counts.

Storme: Maybe but the point is I am still undefeated… as well.

Laughter can be heard from behind them as Phantom Lord is walking up.

Phantom Lord: I swear I was just handling a similar situation Well looks like you two are trying to have a cock measuring contest. Well allow me your General manager-

Storme: –acting-

Phantom Lord: Regardless I am your General Manager so let’s make this interesting.  You see both of you have been ultra impressive so far but to be honest since both of you want to prove who is the true break out “superstar”; so At All Cost™ the two of you gentleman will face off in the first ever Rookie “SuperStar” match. Both of you are “undefeated” either by record book and claim… so there will be a winner. One of your streaks will end that night. So next week BOTH of you will have the night off to ensure that both streaks are intact going into this match. Now if you excuse me I am a busy man.

Phantom Lord walks by as Storme and Azreal stand face to face again. Azreal holds out his hand.

Azreal: May the best man win…

Storme grabs Azreal’s hand and grins.

Storme: Trust me I will.

Phoenix:  Two big matches booked for AT ALL COST there but Our next match before our main event of the evening will see a matchup between two forces in LPW, who could potentially be on a collision course for one another. Justus, ½ of the LPW Unified Tag Team Champions, will face another stiff test when he goes against LPW/PWA great and one half of the Wisemen, X.
   
SoL: Though a tag team wrestler, Justus in his short time in LPW has already gone toe to toe with the likes of Drew Michaels, Ash Strife, Phantom Lord, and Morpheus in one on one action. That is an impressive list, if you add the Misfits and Tromboner Man in Tag team action to the list. But he hasn't faced a competitor the likes of X. Two time LPW/PWA World Champion and one of the most ruthless men that have laced up the boots in LPW. He ain't the New Breed, but he's close.

Phoenix: X is going to be without the services of his tag team partner, LPW Canadian Heavyweight Champion, excuse me United States Champion, Ash Strife, as he has been banned from the building.

SoL: Not that X needs help winning matches. They are just a support group for one another.
Phoenix: It has also been announced that at the PPV, The Wisemen and The Watchmen will meet for the tag team titles. This match will be a preview of what we shall see.

“Carnival of Souls” by Saviour Machine blares on the PA, turning the crowds attention to the ramp. The crowd cheers wildly as Justus comes out of the curtain and starts to walk down the ramp. Justus walks into the ring, kneels into the corner to pray than jumps to the turnbuckle and motions to the crowd. As he comes down from the turnbuckle, “Beast and the Harlot” by Avenged Sevenfold blares on the PA as X comes down the ramp, his trusty black chair in his hand. He pays no mind to Justus and walks straight into the ring.

Mike Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, and representing The Watchmen. He weighs in at 173 lbs. This is JUUUUUUUUUUUUSTUS!!! And his opponent for the evening. He hails from The Bronx, New York. He weighs in tonight at 230 lbs. He is a two time former LPW/PWA World Heavyweight Champion of the World and a member of the Wisemen. This is EXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXS!!!

Justus moves slowly toward X as the bell rings, but X cuts him off quickly with a boot to the stomach and throws him into the corner and begins to unload on Justus with chops and punches. As X goes to work on Justus in the corner, Azreal comes to the ring for unknown reasons and sits next to the timekeeper's table. X Irish whips Justus to the opposite corner. X runs toward Justus, but Justus meets him with a running forearm. X gets up slowly and keeps his distance, stopping Justus from gaining momentum.

Phoenix: And this match started out with X taking advantage of youthful exuberance, but Justus was able to stop X from taking the match over quickly with a running forearm. And did you notice that Azreal has taken a front seat? What do you think he is doing here?

SoL: Either he has an issue with the Holy Roller or he is going to watch his betters by studying how X gets things done.

Phoenix: Both men are now squaring up. Collar and elbow tie up. X with a poke in the eye! And now he has a tight headlock on Justus. The ref is admonishing X for the eye poke, but X pays no mind to him. X with a fist to the open face of Justus.

SoL: X doesn't use style points. He is going to mess you up by any means necessary.

Phoenix: X continues the assault with a brutal European uppercut, that staggers Justus. Irish whip by X. Back elbow smash...dodged by Justus! X tries for a clothesline, Justus dodges. X turns around and Justus hits him with a spinning heel kick. X is up and Justus gets a spin kick to the chest of X. Justus grabs X in a head lock and flips him down to the mat, keeping the head lock on tight.

SoL: Justus doing a good job not letting X get on an extended offensive, but he better not get too arrogant.

Phoenix: X rolls back up, Justus maintaining the headlock. Elbows to the back of Justus. X shoves Justus off to the ropes. Justus attempts a shoulder block, but bounces off of X's chest. X dusts his chest off and motions for Justus to come at him again.

SoL: That sixty pound size differential is a substantial advantage for X. Especially since Justus, while a hell of a figher, is still rough around the edges in terms of wrestling skill.

Phoenix: Justus runs to the ropes again and attempts the shoulder block...but X with a knee to the stomach, stopping the momentum.

SoL: He played on Justus' exuberance again. Justus has to start thinking more intelligently. This will not bode well in a tag team scenario if this continues.

Phoenix: X with a knife edge chop to Justus. Irish whip by X to Justus. X goes for a clothesline, Justus ducks under again.

X tries again to clothesline Justus, but Justus uses his speed to dodge it again. X turns around and gets taken down by a shoulder block takedown by Justus. X gets up, only for Justus to knock him down with a dropkick. X gets up again and attempts to throw a punch, but Justus blocks the attempt, kicks him in the leg and than follows up with a stiff enziguri to the back of the head, sending X out of the ring. X slowly gets up and wisely moves to a place where Justus can't fly. Justus keeps his focus on X as the ref starts the count.

Phoenix: Justus takes X down and knocked him out of the ring. Justus showing marked improvement with basic wrestling, but is showing his proficiency in adapting to the situation.

SoL: He did well, but X is doing the veteran thing that Justus still needs to learn. He knew his surroundings, made sure that he went to a place where Justus couldn't fly and is milking the ref's count to regain his bearings and game plan.

Phoenix: X gets back into the ring as the ref''s count gets to eight. Justus rushes toward X and starts to hit him with rights. He continues to reign rights to the face of X. Justus goes to turn around and make for the opposite ropes. OUCH! X grabbed Justus hair and brought his neck down over his knee. Justus gets up hunched over, holding his neck. X runs toward him and nails him with a swinging neckbreaker.

SoL: X has his wounded area of Justus to exploit now.

Phoenix: X picks Justus up and hits him with a clubbing forearm to the back of Justus' neck. Irish whip to the ropes. X with a kitchen sink knee strike to Justus, who flips over from the impact. X places Justus into a seated position. Neck snap on the seated Justus.

SoL: A move always used by the great Curt Henning. X is continuing to work that neck.

Phoenix: X walks slowly toward Justus and picks him up. He clubs him again in the back of the neck. X is setting Justus up for a hangman's Neckbreaker.

X holds Justus up for a moment to let the moment sink in. Before X drops, Justus breaks free. X turns around, only for Justus to hit him a number of rights to the face of X. X goes for a right hand, but Justus dodges it with a running STO.

Phoenix: What a counter by Justus! Justus is back in this. X is getting up, but Justus doesn't allow him to catch his breath, dragging him to the corner. Justus opens up with a number of chops to the chest of X. Justus with an Irish whip to the opposite corner, reversed by X. Justus leaps to the top rope and hits X with a twisting elbow smash. What a move!

SoL: X needs to slow down the pace again to get it back to his control.

Phoenix: Justus picks X up. Another eye rake by X. What the hell is that, ref? X grabs him in a side headlock and has his face toward the ropes. Low blow, Ric Flair style, by X! What a cheat!

SoL: One, X is doing what he has to, thus why he is a two time champ. Two, the ref didn't see anything. Three, it was in the upper abdomen.

Phoenix: X with a few stomps to the back of the neck of Justus. He picks Justus up for a suplex. Justus spins out. Dropkick to the back of X, and X goes flying to the outside. Justus stands in the middle of the ring. He is seeing X getting up slowly. Justus is going to fly!

SoL: X better get his wits back, or he is going to be in for a rude awakening.

X gets to his feet slowly as Justus runs to the opposite ropes. The next thing X knows, he gets knocked down by Justus, who dove through the middle rope with a bullet tope suicida. The speed and impact causes X to smash back first into the barrier.

Phoenix: Tope suicida by Justus! He went in fast and hot, the impact smashing X right into that barrier.

SoL: That barrier did more damage than if he had gotten knocked on his ass.

Phoenix: Justus picks X up. European uppercut by Justus. Justus grabs X by the neck. Snapmare takeover by Justus. And a stiff kick to t he back by Justus!

SoL: I am sure X felt that one! He better hope X doesn't get his hands on him again.


Phoenix: Justus goes to the turnbuckle in the corner. Second rope moonsault. Cover by Justus. 1...2...TWO! Kick out at an early two by X. Justus picks up X and takes him to the corner again.

SoL: Non nonchalant cover there by Justus. If he wants to win against a guy like X, he better get smarter.

Phoenix: Justus hits X with another succession of chops. Justus with an Irish whip to X. X counters. Elbow to the head of Justus. He grabs Justus and looks to be going for a reverse DDT. X drops Justus with a reverse DDT on his knee. Justus gets up slowly, holding his neck again.

X goes to pickup Justus, but Justus fights out and nails him with a number of forearm shots to the face. Justus continues with a European uppercut and runs to the ropes. Justus runs toward X at full force, but X counters with a strong lariat that knocks just inside out. X gets up and puts in Justus in a Camel clutch, wrenching the neck of Justus.

Phoenix: Justus tried to fight back, but X regains the momentum. And now he has him in the Camel Clutch.

SoL: X can do whatever he wants here. He can try and force the submission, weaken his neck further, or...club him in the face and back of the neck with forearms like he is currently doing right now.

Phoenix: X going to work on Justus, using crossface forearm shots across the face and forearms to the back of the neck. And he lets Justus go, his objective accomplished. X picks up Justus and drags him to the corner. Back elbow to the head of Justus. X walks a few steps back. He runs toward Justus. Justus puts a boot up and stops X. Justus springboards off the turnbuckles. He just planted X with a springboard Tornado DDT! What a move!

SoL: But Justus isn't getting up quickly enough to capitalize on the momentum shift.

Phoenix: Justus gets up and picks up X, but X cheats again with an eye poke! He kicks Justus in the stomach. Piledriver by X to Justus.

SoL: Good to see an honest to goodness Piledriver dusted off now and again.

Phoenix: X goes for the cover. 1...2...TWO! Kick out at two by Justus! X slowly gets up instead of arguing and starts to stomp on Justus.

SoL: That is what these youngsters need to learn. If you man somehow kicks out, don't argue with the idiot ref, get back at your man.

Phoenix: X picks Justus up from the ground. Scoop slam on Justus. X quickly goes to the second rope. Second Rope double stomp to the chest of Justus.

SoL: That just seemed like he was just adding insult to injury to me. Oh well.

Phoenix: X takes Justus and starts to wail his head into the corner turnbuckle. X continues with a forearm shot to the back of the neck again. X Irish whips Justus into the corner roughly, causing Justus to whiplash and fall to the ground.

SoL: X is moving in for the kill now. I feel sorry for Pastor Justus.

X picks Justus up and starts to hit him with a number of right hands. X runs toward the ropes. As X comes toward him, Justus runs up to him in at the last second and hits him with a Codebreaker. Both men are down, Justus from exhaustion, as the ref starts to make the ten count.

Phoenix: Justus came out of nowhere with that Codebreaker! And both men are on the floor trying to get up as the ref is counting to ten!

1...2...3...4...

SoL: Now is the time when the veteran digs down deep and excels.

Phoenix: I wouldn't sell Justus that short.

5...6...

Both men get up at around seven and stagger toward one another. X opens up with a number of right hands to Justus. He goes for a big haymaker, but Justus dodges and runs to the ropes. X tries to clothesline him, but Justus dodges and hits X with a Sling Blade. Justus gets up and he is fired up, igniting the crowd. Justus picks X up and Irish whips him to the ropes and delivers a leg lariat. He covers X.

Phoenix: 1...2...TWO! Kickout by X at Two!

SoL: X still has plenty of life left. Justus better listen to his scriptures and not get too prideful or else X will finish him off.

Phoenix: Justus picks up X and starts to unload with kicks to his legs and chest. Justus goes for another Kick. X grabs his leg. Enziguri by Justus to X, and X is dazed, but still on his feet. Justus grabs him in a cravate. He could be going for the Last Laugh.

Justus takes X and attempts the Last Laugh. While Justus is spinning to complete the move, X uses Justus' momentum and plants him with a Michnoku Driver. He hooks Justus leg and goes for the cover. 1...2...TWO!

SoL: How did Justus kick out of that?

Phoenix: No idea, SoL. Justus had X finished with the Last Laugh, but X somehow countered that into a Michinoku Driver. X is dragging Justus near the middle of the ring. He is point to the turnbuckle as he walks to the top.

SoL: Here comes the X-Bomb!

X jumps to the top for the X-Bomb, but Justus moves out of the way, causing X to crash in the middle of the ring. Justus gets up slowly and is slouching in the corner. X gets up holding his back, agitated by being baited by the rookie. X goes for a Splash in the corner, but Justus ducks out of the way. He nails him in the back of the head with a forearm shot, dazing X. He places X on the second turnbuckle and picks him up for the Final Judgment. He takes X to the middle of the ring, than dumps him in the middle of the ring.

Phoenix: Final Judgment! Justus nails X with Final Judgment and X appears to be out! Justus is slowly crawling to cover X. He weakly hooks the leg. Cover! 1...2...3 And this match is over! Another big win for Justus!

Mike Announcer: The winner of the match. JUUUUUUUSTUS!

Justus 4.02APS + 1.70 AVS= 5.72
X 4.36 APS + 0.70 AVS= 5.06   

Phoenix: This was a career defining win in singles competition for Justus. Defeating in such a close, hard hitting match, someone of the caliber of X will definitely open some more eyes on how good this guy is.

SoL: Indeed, Phoenix. This kid keeps putting in strong performances against some of the big vets in LPW. And this is a huge win for his career.

We fade to the parking lot where Jude Maxwell is shown walking towards his vehicle. He has a look of dejected fury on his face.

Maxwell: Another damned loss...what the hell has happened to me?

: Nothing.

Maxwell: Come again, Mr. cYnical?

cYnical walks into the frame beside Jude, who is standing at the driver's side door.

cYn: Look kid, the honeymoon's over and now you're really becoming a wrestler. So what, the Anarchists got lucky. Doesn't change the fact that we are still more talented and more important that they'll probably ever be.

Maxwell: You've been here since the dawn of LPW mostly, so I'm sure you may have some "Lombardi" esque speech planned, but I'm not you. I don't particularly take a fancy to losing. Quite frankly, it pisses me off.

cYn: As well it should. So what are you going to do about it, Jude?

Maxwell: No idea. Maybe I just need to switch things up.

cYn: One thing I've found with young kids is that they always try to switch things up, when maybe they need to better execute what they know.

Maxwell: Spare me, cYnical. You don't know what goes through my mind. Let me figure this out on my own. I didn't need help to start and I don't need it now.

cYn: Suit yourself then.

cYn pats Jude on the back, who merely sighs before placing his belongings in the backseat before getting in. He closes the door, cranks up and puts the car into reverse but the motor drowns out the following:

cYn: JUDE LOOK OUT!

Jude's vehicle is blindsided by a large truck. The boisterous crash sends debris all over the place as Jude is seen unconscious inside. The cameraman is unable to get a view of the driver of the truck, which speeds out of the lot as cYn tries to check on Maxwell.

SoL: Damn...that looks terrible! Hope Jude is alright...

Phoenix: We've got to get some help back there now! The man could be dead!

SoL: Jesus Christ...

We fade out to cYn unsuccessfully trying to free Jude from the mangled wreck.

THE FOLLOWING ANNOUNCEMENT HAS BEEN PAID FOR BY THE WATCHMEN

Our scene opens with Justus standing in front of a banner bearing the Insanity logo. He is smirking as he looks directly at the camera.

Justus: Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Tonight I would like to talk to you about something very important to me. You see not very long ago myself and Black Reaper were drafted to Pyromania.

He holds his hands out in front of him.

Justus: Don’t worry. I’m not like most of the Pyromania stars that come to Insanity, trying to convince you that one show is superior to the other. No, I see things quite differently. I believe that Insanity is every bit the battleground that Pyromania is. That leads me to what I want to talk about tonight.

He cups his hands together and smiles.

Justus: You see ever since the Watchmen were drafted to Pyromania Insanity has been without defenders. Since we went to Pyromania evil has run rampant on Insanity, evil like the Wisemen. This is unacceptable.

His smile fades and his expression goes stone cold serious.

Justus: But all of that ends tonight. You see the Watchmen will no longer allow Insanity to undefended while Pyromania is watched over. Tonight a new Watchman will take his place on Insanity to ensure that evil will not go unchallenged.

Justus’s smile returns as he cups his hands together again.

Justus: That’s right ladies and gentlemen tonight a new Watchman rises up. Tonight evil will have someone to fear once more. This man has already proven his worth in the arena but now he proves his worth as a soldier of the light. That man is none other than…

As Justus continues we see the man he is talking about step into frame.

Justus: Azreal!

Azreal looks at the camera. His expression is one of joy mixed with determination. He looks toward Justus and extends his hand. Justus takes it to and the two shake hands.

Justus: From this moment forward Azreal is a Watchman. As of now all evil who tries to stand will have to face him. Let them know what they have in store for them Azreal.

Justus smiles and takes a step back letting Azreal be the focus of the audience.

Azreal: I have been battling against the darkness for as long as I can remember. I have seen my friends, my brothers and sisters fall, sacrificing themselves in order to stem the tide. Life and death, good and evil, light and darkness, these are just words, but they stand for something far greater. While you slept in the safety of your homes, I waged an ancient and silent war in the shadows, and I was alone. Humanity simply could not grasp what lurks out there in the darkness, and so they ignored it. I feared that there was no one else, no one who grasped the reality of the world. I was wrong. The Watchmen have been waging the same war, and have been doing so for longer than I. When they offered me a chance to fight alongside them, I accepted. I will fight by their side until Death or hellfire claims me.

As soon as Azreal is done speaking Justus steps forward so he is standing beside him.

Justus: Evil beware.

Justus begins to laugh as Azreal stands there looking intimidating as we fade to black.

Phoenix: What a wild and crazy night this has been. AntiVenom had the power and here it looks like they are trying to make the most of it as AntiVenom’s Monroe takes on the World Champion, Sheepster.

SoL: Don’t forget that Phantom Lord is the special guest referee here.

Phoenix:Or the fact that next week who ever walks out here as World Champion will be facing the Master of the Dream Realm himself.

SoL: No lie but that is a scary thought. Morpheus is a beast!

Phoenix: You afraid of Morpheus?

SoL: No the New Breed is fearless!

Black Water" by Symphorce blasts over the PA as an explosion takes the stage.

Phoenix: And here comes Insanity’s newest sign up. Repo even with the Flu was able to convince Morph to sign with Insanity by promising him a World Title match next week.

Morpheus walks around the ring and takes a seat at the table. He shakes hands with SoL and Phoenix before putting a headset on.

SoL: What’s good Morph?

Morpheus: SoL. Phoenix. It's a pleasure to be here with you two gentlemen tonight.

Phoenix: It's great to have you here with us as well, Morpheus.

SoL: Enough of the mutual admiration. I'm going to straight up ask the question that everyone wants to know the answer to: Who are you picking to win this match? Monroe or Sheepster?

Morpheus: Always to the point, SoL. Some things never change, eh?

SoL: If it ain't broke, why fix it?

Morpheus: Fair enough. Truth be told, there are too many extenuating circumstances involved to make this a simple black or white, win or lose scenario. There is no doubt that both men are formidable opponents. The experience edge has to go to Sheepster, along with the big-match mentality. This man is World Heavyweight Champion, and despite what some naysayers may have you believe, that's not just a fluke.

SoL: Come on, Morph. We know you two have history. Tell us how you really feel.

Morpheus: I have no reason to lie here, SoL. I respect Sheepster for the competitor that he is and everything he has accomplished in his long and storied career.

SoL: If you say so, man. I ain't buying it.

Phoenix: Looks like Mike Announcer is ready to call this match.

Mike Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman, the following match is for one fall and is for the LPW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing the challenger…

"This Devil's Workday" by Modest Mouse blast as Monroe steps through the curtains with Phantom Lord directly behind him wearing the striped shirt.

Mike Announcer: being accompanied to the ring acting General Manager and special guest referee, Phantom Lord. he weighs in at 405 lbs, representing AntiVenom… THIS… IS… MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONROE!!!

The crowd breaks out in a huge chorus of Boos for the leader of AntiVenom

SoL: Well the fans showing what they think of the challenger.

Phoenix: Remember this Main event was originally going to be cYnical vs. Sheepster vs. Seth Omega in a steel cage until Monroe decided he wanted to cash in against Sheepster.

Morpheus: No use in crying over what might have been. The here and now is all that matters anymore, and the fact is, whether you like it or not, Monroe has his opportunity to become the World Heavyweight Champion right here tonight.

Phoenix: You gave us your thoughts on Sheepster before, Morpheus. Tell us what you think of Monroe.

Morpheus: He's a talented athlete that is a threat to any opponent on any given night. There is no denying that he is skilled. Is he is skilled as he seems to think he is? Honestly, with the amount of trash this man likes to talk, I don't think anybody could possibly be that skilled. I think it's a mistake to overlook him, though.

SoL: As strong and talented as Monroe is, I have a hard time seeing him win this match. He is still too green but every dog has his day I guess.

Phoenix: You never know he may just surprise us.

Morpheus: Let's not forget who the referee is on this night, either, boys.

Mike Announcer: and his opponent…

"New Born" by Muse blast as Sheepster runs out to center stage to a huge ovation. World Championship around his waist and most popular award in his hands. Sheepster smiles as he sprints down to the ring but instead of sliding under the bottom rope he dashes to ring side to a little boy. He takes the BMJ t-Shirt off of his back and signs it really quick before handing it to the bald child.

Phoenix: Is that Little Nathan that Sheepster says he has been writing?

SoL: It must be and looks like repo made a miracle happen by still getting him a front row seat. Kinda feel bad for the kid now.

Phoenix: Why is that?

SoL: Well the kid has Cancer which sucks but he claims Sheepster is his favorite wrestler. If Sheep loses here it will just crush the little guy… That is why everyone’s favorite wrestler should be the New Breed.

Morpheus: Owned.

Phoenix: You're disgusting.

Morpheus: I hope you were referring to SoL…

Phoenix: Clearly.

Mike Announcer: the champion is standing in the ring, he weighs in at 215 lbs and is the current reigning WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… Please welcome SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPSTER!!!

Sheepster sets his award on the ground and takes off the World Heavyweight Title from around his waist. Phantom Lord approaches him with a sick smile and takes the belt from him. He holds it into the air and hands it to Mike Announcer on the outside. He proceeds to pat down the World Champion before calling for the bell.

Phoenix: Wait did you see that? Phantom never patted down Monroe!

SoL: Too late now!

Morpheus: And this is the man who called me out for saying he wouldn't be an impartial referee. I think it's fair to say my fears have been validated here tonight, and the match has barely started!

Phoenix: Monroe slowly walks towards Sheepster. He swings, Sheepster ducks under and begins to unload blow after blow onto Monroe. Monroe swings again and Sheep ducks the fist but didn’t see that knee coming…

SoL: owe... that one made the New Breed stomach hurt.

Phoenix: Sheep went a little airborne with that one but one has to realize Monroe has roughly 200 lbs on Sheep, while Sheep has the agility and speed over Monroe.

Morpheus: All the agility and speed in the world isn't going to save Sheepster though if he can't avoid some of those massive blows from the big man.

SoL: Like that one.

Monroe grabs Sheep while in mid air and hooks the head and legs to flip him around into a modified pump handle slam.

Phoenix: Monroe goes for the quick cover. 1.2.kick out by Sheepster! Whoa that was a fast count if I ever saw one.

SoL: While the New Breed is contractually obligated to side with the heels, as part of Color Commentary 101 BP, even a legend like myself admits that is wrong.

Morpheus: Phantom needs to be a man and stand by his word to call this one down the middle. What good would it be for Monroe to win the title in such a tainted fashion? How can he honestly be proud of such a victory?

SoL: Champion is champion, Morph, no matter the means.

Phoenix: So you've proven again and again, SoL. Monroe picks up Sheepster and whips him into the ropes. Sheepster ducks under that massive forearm and bounces off the ropes again he leaps into the air and plants Monroe with a modified bulldog using that extra momentum. He cover. 1……………kick out by Monroe! What the?!? Sheep gets off of Monroe and he starts arguing over the consistency of the count Phantom is doing. I frankly don’t blame him at all.

SoL: But the champ is making the rookie mistake of taking his eyes off of his competitor.

Morpheus: Now's not the time for futile arguments, Sheep!

Phoenix: You're right, Morpheus, as Monroe grabs Sheepster in a full nelson.

Morpheus: Son of a…

Phoenix: Monroe lifts and bounces the back of Sheepster’s head off of the top turnbuckle. Sheepster collapses in to the corner and Monroe takes a few steps back before charging and smashing that massive-

SoL: -and hairy-

Phoenix: Knee into the face of Sheepster! That had to hurt as Monroe backs up again for a second massive squish. Sheepster drops to the mat. Monroe climbs up the second turnbuckle and drives his knees into the chest of Sheepster. Monroe is telling Phantom to count. 1.2. Sheepster gets his foot on the ropes. This is the second ultra fast count by Phantom Lord. Sheepster slides out of the ring and shakes his head no.

Sheepster grabs the World title and begins to walk up the ramp.

SoL: Phantom isn’t even counting the ten count here.

All of a sudden LPW CEO Damion Kross steps through the curtain with a disappointed look on his face. He lifts his mic.

Kross: Sheep, you can stop right there. I assure you that this match will continue without anymore complications. So, Phantom Lord, you will call this match right down the center or you are Fired! I will not have the premier world title of MY company be handled in such a poor manner.

With That Sheepster nods his head and sprints down to the ring before dropping the belt on the mat. He crashes into Monroe with a flying forearm knocking the larger challenger back.

Phoenix: Looks like we are about to have a real world title match now!

Morpheus: It's about time!

Phoenix:  Sheepster is unloading with those vicious blows but Monroe shoves off the smaller wrestler with ease, but Sheepster does not stay down! Sheepster leaps at Monroe again but Monroe catching him… fall away slam by the challenger. Monroe goes to pick up Sheep, but the champ catches him with an inside cradle. Phantom is down for the count. 1…2 kick out by Monroe, well at least Phantom is now not playing favorites.

SoL: Looks like the new Breed doesn’t have to go regulate in this match after all.

Phoenix: You weren’t going to do anything about it.

SoL: Sure I was, Morpheus was just holding me back.

Morpheus: Whatever you say, there, Warren G.

Phoenix: Sheep and Monroe are up and Monroe kicks out… Sheep grabs his leg! Sheep sweeps Monroe’s leg out from underneath him and he slaps in a leg lock submission.

SoL: Perfect placement as Monroe is directly in the center of the ring.

Phoenix: Monroe is clawing for the ropes but Sheep keeps the pressure on him. Sheep breaks the hold to drive his own knee into Monroe’s leg and takes a page out of the nature boy’s book by putting Monroe into a figure 4 leg lock! Monroe is really screaming in pain but he is refusing to tap here.

Morpheus: Now this is where the match starts to swing in Sheepster's favor. He may be giving up a significant size and strength advantage to Monroe, but he's neutralized that advantage by keeping the big man grounded. When they're down on the mat, both men are the same height.

SoL: Actually, Morph, I'm pretty sure Monroe is still taller.

Phoenix: Monroe’s shoulders go flat and Phantom goes for the count. 1…2…Monroe gets his shoulder up but this is not getting any easier for him as he drops again. 1…2… Monroe again getting his shoulder up to save the match. Ok Monroe is using his size to his advantage here as he begins to roll right over. Those 200 pounds he has on Sheep must really be coming in handy here as Monroe successfully rolled over… Sheepster is in a world of pain now but Sheepster is able to unlock the hold. Impressive move by the challenger.

SoL: How was that impressive? He has 200 POUNDS on him BP.

Morpheus: I'd hate to admit it, but the Blaxican has a point.

Phoenix: SoL, you used to wrestle. Have you been in a figure 4?

SoL: Ya.

Phoenix: Did it hurt?

SoL: (whispers) ya.

Morpheus: Owned.

Phoenix: The point I am getting at is, when in pain it is easy to forget about things like that if submission isn’t your style of preference.

SoL: Still doesn't change the fact that Monroe is damn near two of Sheepster.

Phoenix: That may be true, but Sheep is up and hits a shining wizard on Monroe as he sits up. Sheep leaps for the rope and spring board moonsault. Cover. 1…2… Kick out by Monroe. Sheepster is already looking to end this match as he calls for the spare ribs... Monroe gets up and Sheepster charges. But Monroe able to side step and launches Sheepster shoulder first into the turn post with authority!

SoL: That hurt.

Phoenix: And now the challenger might have an injury to focus in on. This can only play right into Monroe's hands at this stage. Morpheus you didn't want to speculate on who would win this match, but since you are slated to challenge the winner at the next Insanity, I'd like to know which man you would rather face for that belt?

Morpheus: Well, the fact of the matter is that Sheep and I were robbed of our chance at an epic encounter thanks to the actions of Anti-Venom. It's no secret that the wooly one and I have a long history, and we were looking forward to facing off one more time. On the same side of the coin, I don't think anyone every really wants to step into the ring with a man that possesses the sheer size and power of Monroe. So in that sense, I would say Sheepster.

SoL: I knew you were playing favorites.

Morpheus: Seeing as how I wasn't finished talking, I'd like to kindly invite you to shut your mouth, SoL.

SoL: Fair enough.

Morpheus: Now, on the other side of the coin, Monroe is new to this type of environment, where the stakes are this high. However, so am I. This will be my first time challenging for a World Title. In that sense, Monroe and I are on the same level, while Sheepster has the experience advantage. I think because of that, Monroe might be the more beatable champion.

SoL: So you want to face Monroe then?

Morpheus: I didn't say that either. The simple truth is this: I want to face the World Heavyweight Champion. I want to face the man who earned the right to wear that belt. I want the best man to win here tonight, and then I want them to bring their best to me, because I guarantee you that come next Insanity, I will damn sure be bringing my best to them. Bank on it.

Phoenix: Sounds good to me, Morph. Oh! Monroe is continuing to punish that injured shoulder. He scoops up Sheepster and nails a powerful shoulder breaker followed by a leg drop on that shoulder. 400 pounds I repeat that is 400 pounds being dropped on that injured shoulder. Monroe covers. 1…2…kick out Sheepster. The champ is still in this match but he looks hurt. Monroe scoops up Sheepster and turns him inside out with a short arm clothesline! Monroe drags Sheepster to the corner and slides out of the ring. Monroe grabs both of Sheeps arms and he yanks him right into the turn post! Come on Phantom do something!

Monroe repeats the maneuver one more time before Phantom gives the order to stop. Morpheus jumps up from his seat at the announce table and starts yelling at Phantom Lord.

Morpheus: This is getting ridiculous. You can't expect me to just sit here and watch you throw this match to your boy!

Phantom looks over at Morpheus and smiles at him. He laughs, taunting the Dream Master as Monroe continues his assault on Sheepster. Morpheus slowly sits back down, continuing to talk to Phantom.

Morpheus: I promise you, Phantom, if you throw this match, your job isn't going to be the only thing you'll have to worry about.

Phoenix: Monroe pulls Sheepster out of the ring and power whips Sheepster into the barricade. A charging Knee causes the champ to collapse and Monroe slides Sheepster under the bottom rope. He follows and looks to be calling for the ultimate destruction as he sets up a weakened Sheep onto the top rope. Monroe starts to climb the ropes and Sheepster’s arm seems to have come alive. He swings with wildly with both arms and catches Monroe off guard! Monroe falls off but he catches his footing. Sheepster takes the chance and hits a missile drop kick to the leg of Monroe dropping the big man instantly!

SoL: Now it looks like an even playing field as Monroe looks to be having trouble getting up.

Phoenix: Those leg submissions doing their job as Sheepster is up and he is screaming for Monroe to get to his feet… LAMB CHOPS! That super kick connects and Sheepster hooks the legs. 1…2…3! Sheepster retains!

Sheepster 4.09 APS + 1.30 AVS= 5.39
Monroe 3.89 APS + 1.10 AVS= 4.99

Mike Announcer: Here is your winner and Still WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT  CHAMPION… SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPSTER!!!

"New Born" by Muse blast as Sheepster leaps to his feet. He holds up his arms in victory and begins to search for his world title. He turns again too soon and Phantom Lord is holding the World Heavyweight title and smashes it into Sheepster’s face. Phantom Starts to stomp into Sheep as Monroe gets up and he pulls Sheepster up. Monroe whips Sheep into the ropes and AntiVenom drops the champ with a double clothesline.

Phoenix: Well Sheepster is still the champion but AntiVenom is taking the time to do a job on the champion.

SoL: Whoa Morpheus is up from the table and he is in the ring.

Phoenix:  Morpheus begins to blast into Monroe! The Master of the Dream Realm and the Leader of AntiVenom are going at it like two vicious Mastodons.  Wait Jason Gravis is in the ring! He is right behind Morpheus with a stopper stick and the hardcore veteran goes down. It is three on two here and AntiVenom is over powering  Sheepster and Morpheus here-

The Stage erupts in purple flames as cYnical sprints down the ring. The G()d of LPW climbs up to the top rope and drop kicks Gravis causing the stopper stick to go flying.

Phoenix: well at least it is three on three now as Morpheus gets to his feet. Morpheus and cYnical are fighting almost back to back here as they clear Anti-Venom from the ring. They bump into each other and spin around. Morpheus winds back and pauses.

Morpheus nodes his head out of respect and drops his fist. As he bends down to check on Sheepster,  cYnical dives onto Morpheus and starting bringing those fast fist.

SoL: Hey BP, Morph is not fighting back.

Phoenix: it is true, he is only covering up. Sheepster is up and he pulls cYnical off of Morpheus. Morpheus is getting to his feet and look cYn busted him open. The Master of the Dream Realm and the G()d of LPW are having a stare down as the World Champion is holding back cYn; I cannot hear what Sheep is saying but Morpheus nodes his head and steps out of the ring. cYn bends down and picks up the World title and hands it to Sheep but Sheep isn’t in the ring anymore…

SoL: Look, Sheep is at ring side and pulled Little Nathan over the barricade and has him in the ring.

cYn and Sheep raise Nathan onto their shoulders and hand Nathan the World Title. The little boy is ecstatic holding the LPW World Title as the show goes to closing.

Phoenix: On behalf of LPW, I’m Phoenix, This is SoL and we will see you next week

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