"The Opening"
Featuring: Tanner Graves, Preston Waltman

Tanner Graves - "Hello folks... welcome to Paris, France... what a show we have in store for you this evening."

Preston Waltman - "IT'S PAY PER VIEW TIME AGAIN!!!"

Graves - "That it is Preston... and what a Pay Per View this is going to be. Just think, one year ago at Aggravated Assault, Hostility crowned it's first World Champion since its reopening... and his name was Chris Bond."

Waltman - "And wouldn't you know it... this year's main event will be another classic World Title match... and guess who will be defending said World Title?"

Graves - "Chris Bond naturally. What a year it has been... especially for Chris Bond. A two-time World Champion, and tonight his name may go down in record books as his World Title defense against his former best-friend, Talon, should be a strong candidate for Match of the Year."

Waltman - "Match of the Year... that is definitely something that pops into my head when I hear Legacy Mountain."

Graves - "Indeed... but before we get to that highly anticipated match, we have a whole night of top notch wrestling action to watch."

Waltman - "A Triple Threat Extreme Title match... an Aversion Title match... a lumberjack submission match... a Tag Team Title match... and a Heroes of Violence grudge match... just to name a few."

Graves - "With a line-up like that, who cares about golden dreams... who cares about rankings... who cares about politicians duking it out..."

Waltman - "You're damn right... this is Hostility baby... the best thing goin'!"

Graves - "But that's enough talking for now... lets head to the ring for our opening bout, a Fatal Fourway to determine who will get a shot at the Extreme/Beautiful Title at Hostile Violence #51. What an opportunity for these four men."

Waltman - "Yeah... and EXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXTREME opportunity!"

Graves - "You just couldn't resist, could you? And we were doing so well."

Waltman - "Bite me Tanner..."

Graves - *sigh* "Lets head to the ring, shall we?"

"Stranglehold" by Ted Nugent plays next, and the camera scans around the ground. Finally the camera settles on a wild looking man sitting several rows back from the ring, dressed only in a ragged pair of overalls. He roars out loud, and several members of the crowd slap him on the back as he stands up. He picks up the steel chair he was sitting on and slams it into his head, denting it. He throws the chair away and marches towards the ring. He pushes the fans leaning against the guardrail out of the way and climbs into the ringside area, before sliding into the ring and staring down Griffith. He makes an incomprehensible noise and points at Griffith as the music dies away.

The guitar riff of "You're Going Down" by Sick Puppies starts to blare through the arena. Slowly from the back comes the man known simply as Herman. Herman keeps his eyes trained on his opponent as he steps onto the stage. A little bit of white pyro explodes behind him as he cracks his neck and heads down the ramp. As he gets half way down the ramp way he loosens his black tie and undoes the top button of his shirt. Herman makes his way down towards the ring slapping a few fan's hands on his way before calmly walking up the steps. Herman keeps his eyes on his opponent as he steps through the ropes and prepares for the bell.

"Grillz" by Nelly feat. Paul Wall plays as 'Hollywood' Howie Banks appears from backstage, a single spotlight on the ceiling illuminating him as he runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. Suddenly and without warning Howie strikes out, flooring Herman, Griffith and James with right hands, and the bell rings! The match is underway!

James rolls to the outside of the ring, shaking his head. He turns around just as Howie Banks flings himself over the top rope, sending both men tumbling into the guardrail. Back in the ring, Griffith whips Herman into the corner and charges at him, looking to hit a running elbow. Herman lunges out of the way and Griffith connects with the turnbuckle, staggering backwards clutching his chest. He turns around, right into a dropkick from Herman which sends him falling back into the corner. Herman grabs the top rope and starts viciously kicking Griffith.

On the outside, James and Banks are climbing back to their feet. James drives his fist into Banks' face once, twice, three times. James grabs Howie by the back of the head and slams him against the edge of the ring, sending 'Hollywood' reeling backwards clutching his face. James seizes however and roars in his face, before hitting a headbutt which resonates around the arena. Howie falls backwards, and James ducks under the ring and pulls out a steel chair. He slides back into the ring and charges at Herman, who turns around and manages to kick James in the midsection. The steel chair drops to the mat and the referee kicks it to ringside. As James kneels over, Griffith climbs to his feet and charges, spearing Herman and knocking him into James and sending both men flying to the mat. Griffith pulls Herman to his feet and bodyslams him on top of James, before raising both his arms into the air.

Griffith turns around and notices Howie Banks climbing to his feet on the outside. Griffith runs and hits a baseball slide, sending Howie into the guardrail for the second time tonight. Griffith rolls to the outside and pulls Howie to his feet, before whipping him back into the ring. Griffith enters after Howie and climbs to his feet, driving his boot into Howie's midsection. Howie curls up in pain, and Griffith turns his attentions to the other competitors.

Herman and James are both climbing to their feet, and they glance at each other and nod. They both suddenly charge at Griffith and, working as a team, hit a double clothesline sending him tumbling head over heels out of the ring! James turns his attention to the fallen Howie Banks, however Herman suddenly lunges forward and rolls James up! The referee drops to make the count, and Herman grabs the ropes!

ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!

James manages to wriggle his way out of the pinfall attempt! Herman runs a hand through his hair with a frustrated expression on his face. He places his hands on his hips and shakes his head, before offering his hand to James and mouthing "No hard feelings". James nods and grabs his hand, before wrenching Herman towards him and almost taking his head off with a clothesline! Herman flips and collapses on the mat, and James pulls Howie to his feet again. James raises his hand and suddenly hits the KTFO Punch, shattering Howie's nose and potentially ruining his 'Hollywood good looks'! Howie drops to the mat, out cold, and James hooks the leg.

ONE!
TWO!
THR-

NO! Griffith charges back into the hit and drops to his knees, breaking up the pin with a Axe Handle Smash. James rolls however however Griffith pursues him, lunging forwards and applying a leglock on James. James scrunches up his face in pain and reaches for the ropes, refusing to tap out. Herman comes out of nowhere and kicks Griffith in the back of the head, sending him down to the mat. As James tries to struggle to his feet, Herman climbs to the top rope and flies, here it comes, The Hit! The Hit to Dusty Griffith! Griffith's eyes bulge as Herman hits the move, however Herman immediately drapes himself over Griffith and the referee counts!

ONE!
TW0!
KICKOUT!

It's Frank James! Frank James pulls Herman off Griffith and whips him over the ropes! Herman grabs the top rope and avoids falling to the ringside area, however James stomps over to him and steps between the ropes, and both men start to trade blows! Finally James scores a strong punch that stuns Herman, and James grabs him around the neck. The crowd roars as James hits a sloppy Tornado DDT; right onto the steel chair that the referee discarded earlier in the match!

With those two on the outside, and Dusty Griffith still on the mat feeling the effects of Herman's double stomp, Howie Banks finds himself back on his feet, and in a position to grab himself a victory. With blood pouring from his nose, he scales the ropes. Posing for just a moment to get the fans excited, he leaps of the top turnbuckle, looking for the "Hollywood Splash" to hit its mark. However, Griffith manages to get his knees up at the last second.

Howie hits hard and rolls away from Griffith. Sliding back into the ring, Frank Dylan James is the only man left standing... for the time being. Herman isn't going anywhere with his head wrapped up in a steel chair. Howie is battered and bloodied. Dusty Griffith is the only other man showing signs of life. Slowly, he rises to his feet to come face-to-face with his good buddy FDJ. The two men stare at each other in disbelief that it has come down to this. Neither man really wants things to get physical, but that's just the way she goes.

Suddenly, FDJ shoves Griffith to the side, saving him from a blindside attack from Howie Banks. Banks keeps running, jumps up, and bounces off the ropes with a springboard crossbody block, but FDJ ducks it. Howie crashes to the canvas, but gets back to his feet quickly. James already has Howie in his crosshairs and unleashes another KTFO Punch on Howie's already bludgeoned face. However, Howie bobs and weaves, avoiding the punch. Unfortunately for Dusty Griffith, he didn't see it coming, and the punch that was supposed to knockout Howie, ends up dropping Dusty to the mat in a heap.

FDJ stares at his friend in horror, realizing what he has just done. Taking advantage, Howie charges at FDJ with his arms raised in the air. James sees him coming out of the corner of his eye, and ducks down at the last moment and sends Howie flying out over the top rope. Howie hits the floor with a thud, and he's not getting back up. This leaves FDJ standing in the ring, with the only possibly chance of winning laying in front of him... in the form of Dusty Griffith. With a look of remorse and regret, James kneels down, and pins the only friend he has in Hostility.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!

The referee calls for the bell, and Frank Dylan James has earned himself a shot at whoever the Extreme/Beautiful Champion is at Hostility's next show, Hostile Violence #51.

With his arm raised in victory, FDJ can only look at Dusty with saddened, but battle hardened eyes. Dusty is gonna be mad when he wakes up.

"Thrice For The Legacy mountain"
Featuring: Past Participants

Time seems to slow down as Sterling flies through the air toward the entrance ramp, but even more so as Heroic Henry charges from his position on top of the cage and leaps from the edge, turning his own body into a missile! He manages to catch up to Sterling, budging loose the briefcase for just a moment... before crashing down onto the hard arena floor right beneath Sterling!

It is a match designed for punishment... for pain... for absolute equal playing-ground... it is a match designed to take its competitors to hell and back, if they are fortunate...

Twice it has been used, and twice it has stolen the imagination and awe of the fans and wrestlers of Hostility, in respect for its brutal power.

On November 15th, "The Hero" returns to the structure that solidified his future...

The World Heavyweight Champion will be forced to defend his prize in the greatest match of them all...

Two men, once partners and brothers in arms, will go to war in an arena where there may not even be a winner...

At Aggravated Assault, Talon challenges Chris Bond for the Hostility World Heavyweight Championship...

BOND

TALON

LEGACY MOUNTAIN

It all ends here...

The opening line of Millencolin's "Man or Mouse" echoes throughout the arena, as the audience on hand is eagerly awaiting the arrival of the 'Potato Man' himself, Pat Atoe. As the crowd begins to stir, Atoe appears on stage. Pat poses at the top of the ramp with his arms raised in the air, and then jogs down to the ring. In one fluid motion, he slides under the bottom rope, and right back up to his feet. Almost in a hurry, he crosses the ring and hops up to the second rope in the furthest corner. He stares out into the crowd for a moment, a serious look plastered on his face. He then points to his tattooed stomach as he nods to the crowd. Then, as the cheer subside, he hops back down to the canvas, and pulls on the ropes a bit to get in some last minute stretching as he awaits the opening bell.

The referee calls for the bell, and the challenge laid down by Bishop Steele, and accepted by Pat Atoe, is set to begin.

The pace starts off slow, with both men slinking around the ring, sizing each other up. Steele swoops in for a lock up, but Atoe just brushes him away. They continue circling until Atoe moves in for a lock up, only for Steele to back away slightly. Now at a standstill, both men glare at each other for a split second before finally locking up in the center of the ring. Atoe gains the early advantage with a side headlock, but the much larger Steele shoves him off into the ropes. Atoe bounces back, but is promptly put on his backside by a shoulderblock.

Atoe looks up at Steele, who stares back with a smug smile. Before Atoe can get back to his feet, Steele takes a few steps back and bounces off the ropes to get a full head a steam as he runs towards Atoe. Without much time to react, Atoe drops to his stomach, allowing Steele to run right over him. Steele bounces off the far ropes, and as he rebounds, Atoe hops to his feet and tries to leapfrog over his opponent. However, Steele catches him on his shoulders and looks to plant Atoe on the canvas with a powerbomb. Showing get athleticism, Atoe spins around on Steele's shoulders and flips Steele over with a Victory roll. The referee is right on the money, and makes the first pin count of the match.

ONE!
TWO!

Steele wiggles free as the ref's hand hits the mat for two. Both men roll to their feet, but Atoe makes the first move, hitting a textbook standing dropkick. Steele hits the mat, but bounces right back to his feet. Atoe stays on the offensive, tossing Steele over into a seated position with a hip toss, and then follows up with another dropkick to the upper back. Steele flops over, belly-first on the canvas, leading to Atoe dropping a pinpoint knee drop to the back. Keeping his offense fast-paced, Atoe is on his feet again in a flash, and he connects with a snap leg drop across the back of Steele's neck.

Steele stays on his stomach and groans in pain as he tries to cover his neck form further abuse. Unfortunately for him, Atoe has other idea's. Two, well-placed chops to the kidneys force Steele to drop the guard from his neck, which Atoe takes advantage of by driving the ti[ of his knee into the back of Steele's neck, and then locks his hands across Steele's forehead as he wrenches back with all his might. The referee checks to see if Steele submits, but he refuses to and the match continues.

Finally, Atoe pulls his knee back from Steele's neck, and climbs to his feet. He drags Steele up along with him to the point where Steele is on his feet, but still doubled over. Atoe slams his fists down over Steele's back a couple of times, and then tries for a vertical suplex. Somehow, Steele gains enough composure to block the suplex, and counters with one of his own. However, at the apex of the suplex, Atoe spins out and lands on his feet behind Steele. Atoe jumps up, placing both knee against Steele's back, as if going for a lung blower. But instead of falling back, Atoe pushes Steele forward, crushing his chest against the canvas.

The crowd cheers for Atoe, as he seems to be well on his way to victory, and Atoe repays them in kind with a little pose as he scales the corner. With each turnbuckle climbed, the roar of the crowd gets louder, feeding the adrenaline pumping through Atoe's veins. He stands atop the turnbuckles, waiting for Steele to get to his feet. When Steele finally rises up, he turns to face Atoe, who launches himself off the top rope. Steele sees him coming, and manages to duck out of the way of the flipping neckbreaker, causing Atoe to crash and burn. Bouncing and skidding into the far corner, Atoe staggers to his feet in a daze. He turns around, and gets a boot to the midsection, followed by a devastating Fameasser. Atoe's face bounces off the canvas, and Steele goes for the cover.

ONE!
TWO!
THR...

Atoe kicks out before the three count, much to Steele's chagrin. He doesn't dwell on the near-victory, and instead focuses on doling out more punishment. He pulls Atoe back to his feet, and drills him with a hard European uppercut that backs Atoe into the corner. Steele follows him in, and lands some heavy handed body shots, before driving his knee in under Atoe's ribs a couple of times. Steele backs off for a moment, giving Atoe a chance to hold his ribs, but the moment of rest is short lived as Steele charges back in with a big boot to the chops. Atoe would drop to the mat, were he not leaning back against the ropes, which hold him up. Maybe it would have been better to fall, because Steele grabs a hold of Atoe by the back of the neck and trunks, and sends him shoulder-first into the ring post.

The referee gets right in Steele's face, admonishing him for his underhanded tactics, but Steele pushes right past him and drags Atoe out of the corner. With a sick smile, Steele pulls Atoe to his feet, and all Atoe can do is stand there doubled over. Steele then drives a hard knee into the shoulder that just collided with the ring post, eliciting a yelp of pain from Atoe. With his grin growing bigger, Steele drives his knee into the shoulder once more before hoisting Atoe into the air and driving him to the canvas with a cradle pilerdriver. Atoe crumbles to the canvas, unable to move from the pain coursing through his upper body. Placing his foot on Atoe's face, Steele just grinds his heel until blood begins to smear. Atoe screams in pain until Steele steps away.

The crowd is firmly behind Atoe, chanting his name and urging him to get to his feet. With little mobility, Atoe tries to fulfill their request, and slowly rises to his feet. However, Steele is lying in wait, cocking his fist back; ready to strike with the series of punches and kicks he calls "The Silencer". Clutching his injured shoulder, Atoe turns to face Steele, only to get cold cocked in the jaw. With rapid-fire succession, Steele launches two more punches at the defenseless Atoe; each hitting their mark. Steele goes to finish the combo with an enziguiri to the head, but Atoe ducks under the kick and grabs Steele around the neck. The crowd knows whats coming, but before Atoe can execute "The Masher", Steele lifts him up for a back suplex. Atoe rolls over his opponent's shoulders, landing on his feet behind, and connects with a single leg dropkick that drops Steele so he's hung up on the second rope. Looking around wildly, Atoe takes off for the far ropes, and bounces off. Steele is still on the ropes, and Atoe jumps up and over the top rope, so head lands on the ring apron beside Steele's dangling head.

Atoe knees Steele in the face, which forces him to his feet, and sends him stumbling away from the ropes. Holding his jaw, Steele turns to see Atoe, with his good arm holding onto the top rope, jump up onto the rope and bounce off with a springboard Superman punch. Atoe hits the canvas and rolls to his feet, while the flying strike takes Steele to the mat. Steele then slowly rises up, and Atoe makes him pay with a hard clothesline with his good arm. Steele drops, but bounces back up in time for a second clothesline... and then a third... and a fourth. Atoe is getting pumped up, and so is the crowd. Still favoring his injured shoulder, he screams at Steele to get to his feet, and when he does Atoe latches onto him and delivers the headlock driver he calls the "Masher". He slowly rolls over and hooks the leg for the pin.

ONE!
TWO!
THRE... NO!!!

Poor positioning by Atoe allows Steele to get his foot on the bottom rope before the three count can be made. A collective sigh fills the arena, and Atoe can't believe he didn't win the match. Slowly, he gets to his feet, dragging Steele up with his good arm. A knife-edge chop backs Steele against the ropes, where several more chops sting his chest. Atoe then switches things up and drives a couple knees into Steele's midsection before sending him off the far ropes with an Irish whip. As Steele rebounds, Atoe runs at him, connecting with a knee lift that puts Steele on his ass. Stunned, Steele just sits there as Atoe rolls him over and attempts to lock in "The Famine". However, Steele rolls through, pulling Atoe into the corner. Atoe gets a foot up and braces himself against the bottom turnbuckle before he makes contact. He turns to see Steele charging into the corner, and moves just in time to dodge a big corner splash. Steele bounces out towards the center of the ring, and Atoe uses his momentum to fling him off the ropes with another Irish whip. Steele rebounds, and Atoe looks to send him over the top rope with a back body drop, but out of nowhere, Steele dives over Atoe with a sunset flip that he somehow modifies into his "No Remorse" finisher, which is a flipping piledriver.

Atoe's skull bounces off the canvas, and he's out for good. Exhausted, Steele drapes his arm over Atoe's chest and the referee makes the count.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!

The referee calls for the bell, the perfect night Pat Atoe had invisioned now belongs to Bishop Steele. The Hostility newcomer rises to his feet, but refuses to let the referee raise his arm in victory. Instead, Steele just glares at his fallen opponent for a moment, and then rolls from the ring. As he backs his way up the ramp, he poses for the booing audience members, and points to his finely toned abs that he can only describe as 'perfect'. Looks like Pat Atoe's promotion from jobber status will have to wait yet another week,

The lights go out in the stadium as "Staring At The Rude Bois" by the Gallows starts to play. Red flares shoot off in front of the entrance as Hooligan steps out wearing his trademark wrestling mask designed to look like a hockey mask, a black Red Wings leather jacket, and a pair of red and black wrestling pants and boots. He smacks a few random hands in the crowd and yells off into them to stir them up as he makes his way to the ring. Hooligan then leaps in and rolls under the bottom rope and hops to his feet. He goes to the center of he ring and throws his hands to the air and does a full circle and then lets his hands down and goes to his corner.

Brock and Hooligan stand eye-to-eye in the middle of the ring. Both men inaudibly begin talking trash, until Hooligan shakes his head, and turns to walk out of the ring. Brock takes offense, shoving Hooligan in the back. Hooligan turns, shoving Brock back. Brock, enraged, slaps the mask right off Hooligan.

Hooligan freezes, stunned by the blow, but only momentarily. The pent up rage inside him is unleashed in the form of a clothesline, laying Brock on the mat. Brock flips onto his stomach, as Hooligan springs off the ropes, and over Brock's back. Brock rockets to his feet, and catches Hooligan on the rebound with a Standing Dropkick, throwing Hooligan to the mat himself. Brock wastes no time at all getting up, and going to work on his former teammate.

Brock starts with heavy boots to Hooligan's chest. Hooligan rolls clear, crawling to the ropes. Brock puts a boot to the back of Hooligan's head, pressing his throat on the rope, and choking the unmasked Hockey Hooligan. The ref counts, and resorts to pushing Brock off Hooligan, giving him the time he needs to get to his feet.

As the ref finishes his scolding, Hooligan steps in beside the ref, grabbing Brock by the hair, and slamming his face off his knee. Brock falls to his knees, clutching his head, as Hooligan begins his own onslaught, slamming fist after fist into Brock. The crowd begins to get behind Hooligan, counting out the blows as they land

After five or six, Brock lashes out in desperation, uppercutting Hooligan in the 'Family Jewels', which referee doesn't see, as he is out of position, Hooligan crumples like an empty beer can, as Brock gets to his feet, staggering from the blows. He finds a corner, and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Hooligan begins rising to his feet, as Brock stands high above the canvas, lining up his former friend. Hooligan gets to his feet, and turns to face Brock, just as he leaps into the air. The perfectly executed Corkscrew Moonsault hits its mark, taking Hooligan to the mat with authority. Hooligan is motionless, and even Brock is slow to get up, clutching his back. Hooligan begins to stir, as Brock grabs a hold of one of his legs, poised for a Figure Four, but Hooligan has other plans, kicking Brock back hard. He leaps to his feet with a sudden surge of life, and snaps Brock to the corner...

and into the unsuspecting referee.

The ref topples like a house of cards, falling to the mat. Brock is on his knees, as Hooligan grabs him, lifting him up for a Belly to Belly Suplex, but instead launches him into an empty corner. Brock clears the top rope, and collides with the ring post. He bounces back, landing on his feet. He actually hangs in a standing position before slowly falling to the canvas. Hooligan slides out of the ring, throwing the time keeper from his seat, and bringing the chair into the ring with him. He lays it flat on Brock's head, and lines him up. With a vicious motion, Hooligan slams his foot down on the chair, busting Brock open.

Brock cries out in pain, thrashing around on the mat as Hooligan reaches for his head to pull him up. In another desperate move, Brock head butts Hooligan, and grabs the nearest rope to pull himself up.

Hooligan is furious, and grabs the chair from the mat. After checking to see if the ref is still out, Hooligan runs at Brock, chair aimed like a laser guided missile. Brock sees the move coming, and lets fly with a Superkick straight into the chair, which connects with Hooligan's exposed face. Brock wipes the blood from his eyes, grabbing the chair which is now laying on top of Hooligan. The ref stirs and begins to rise, as Brock tosses the chair to the outside. He scoops Hooligan off the mat, and tosses him to the outside like a wet rag.

The ref shakes off the cobwebs, starting the count, as Brock grabs Hooligan by the hair.

ONE...
TWO...

With an Irish Whip, he sends Hooligan body first into the stairs. The damage is done, as Brock climbs back in as the ref gets to two.

THREE...

Hooligan stirs a bit, blood trickling from a gash in his forehead. Brock climbs the ropes, looking out over the crowd. He's met by a sea of boos, and disapproving chants. Brock flips them off, as he hops down.

FOUR...

Hooligan reaches out for the edge of the stairs, pulling himself to an all fours position. Crawling to the edge of the apron, he pulls himself to his feet. A chant sweeps over the crowd, as he gets up.

FIVE...

The fans grow louder, chanting RED WING! RED WING! Hooligan looks around pulling himself to his feet.

SIX...

Hooligan reaches for the bottom rope, but stops short... he's stepped on something.

SEVEN...

Hooligan bends down, picking his mask up off the floor. He takes a moment, looking at it, and then back up at his 'friend' in the ring.

EIGHT...

Hooligan shakes his head. Confused, hurt, disgusted, and much more, he looks up at Brock. He tosses his mask at Brock. It bounces on the canvas, landing at his feet as Hooligan turns his back, and heads up the ramp.

NINE...

Hooligan stops at the top of the ramp, eyeing Brock.

TEN!!!

The bell rings, and the ref holds the arm of the confused Brock in the air. Hooligan grabs a mic from a stage hand nearby. The exhaustion is apparent in his voice, as he catches his breath, wiping blood away from his brow.

"You can't fire me Brock... I QUIT!!!"

The mic hits the floor with a thud as Hooligan exits with a conflicted look of frustration on his face. Brock looks on, less than happy with the match's result. The camera fades out, as we go to commercial.

"This Is the Industry"
Featuring: Chris Bond, Xander Daniels, Bobby Dean, Dave Milenko, Landon Fawn

The door is ajar, you know, that thing I was describing earlier before going off on a tangent? Anyway, the door to the locker room is ajar slightly, and the camera (being nosier than a housewife on Wisteria Lane--look it up) just eases it's way in. We see the Industry, for the first time in weeks as a whole unit. Xander Daniels, Landon Fawn, Bobby Dean, and Dave Milenko all sitting around facing their leader, the World Champion Chris Bond. Standing tall, it looks sort of stoic to see someone who's come so far from the days of curtain jerking the NMW and even being looked over in the sVo. Here is a man who is... THE CHAMPION.

Chris Bond - Now tonight is our night. We show them exactly what we are made of. Why we call ourselves the best of the best. Why we walk around here like we own the goddamn place.

All of the guys give a here-here type of thing without looking remotely like fools. Nor do they look gay, so that's a huge plus, too.

Chris Bond - But before that, I've got somethings to go over. It seems that in recent weeks, this group has become increasingly more sophomoric and adolescent. It seems this group is doing things in a manner that is reserved for drunks and those who are frequently incarcerated. For future reference: The Industry does not kidnap people. We are above that. We settle our scores man to man, in the center of the arena. We do not desecrate churches. Why? Because we have to pay for the legal fees associated with said act of vandalism. And by we, I mean me. That comes out of my pocket.

Chris by now has directed his sight directly towards Xander. The Phoenix has noticed, and he's not too keen on the idea of being singled out.

Chris Bond - Also for future reference: We're done trying to get out of matches. We're above it. We're better than half of the god-forsaken roster and we're acting like children! Now, I know I'm guilty of this, but I'm done running. Let's prove to everybody why we're so damn intimidating--and it's not fear. It's because we are as good as we claim.

Chris leans back against one of the lockers, resting his head as he looks up. This is when Xander stands up, looking for his turn to take the floor.

Xander Daniels - You're going soft! And I don't mean in that, 'Hey, I'll just take a happy pill to make it better again!' kinda way. I mean, you've lost your spunk Bondo. And it's disappointing.

Chris's head shoots into XanDan's direction. He pretty much glares a hole through The Phoenix.

Chris Bond - This group isn't about furthering any one person's agenda. It's about proving to everybody that we run the show. That we are the cream of the fucking crop, Xander. Not about assaulting somebody's best friend or calling the ex-girlfriend of one of our opponents! This group is supposed to symbolize the very best Hostility has to offer. And you're taking everything we worked for and making us look like neanderthals.

Xander Daniels - We're supposed to be the most feared group in Hostility Chris, and you're making us act like it's tea time at Little House of the Pansy Ass. In order to be feared, you have to be ruthless.

Chris cuts him off right after that last part involving ruthlessness and being feared.

Chris Bond - We're not supposed to be feared Xander. We're supposed to be the most DOMINANT stable in the history of Hostility. And we are. Fear and dominance are two different words all together. We fight our opponents on the battlefield and we use our minds more so than our muscle. That's why we're the best of the best.

Xander isn't too pleased with his answer.

Xander Daniels - Your way of doing business is taking forever. And frankly, I'm tired of standing in the shadows waiting on an order that isn't ever going to come Chris! Fear cripples faster than any other implement of war...

It's at this that Bond has heard enough. He throws his hands up in the air. BBD, Dave, and Fawn have all scooted back to avoid being drug into this heated argument.

Chris Bond - What the hell is with you?! We're not at war! We're solidifying our spots atop the food chain and you're so damned paranoid that Hostility's overlooking you. You're Mr. Rising Star for Christ's sake! What more do you want.

It's at the moment that Chris realizes something. Xander's eyes dart to Bond's title belt... and then back at Bond. Chris didn't miss this. He reaches back and grabs a hold of his Championship Belt. And gets into Xander's face.

Chris Bond - This is still my group and we do things my way. You start acting like you want to be here. If not, there's the door. Nobody's stopping you. You do things my way, or it's the highway. You all have matches to get ready for. Don't disappoint.

Chris heads off towards the door, totally ignoring the comment. He's already dressed and ready to compete. He reaches out and pulls the door open forcibly before turning back.

Chris Bond - Tonight is our night. Tonight my night. Any of you interfere in my match later, and I will personally beat the piss out of you.

With that, Chris storms out of sight. Xander can be seen, arms folded over, staring at the ground kicking at the floor, mumbling to himself. Dave and BBD stare at each other and Fawn goes over to keep things from boiling over. Is the Industry imploding? Or is this merely a pothole on their road to success?

Suddenly as the singer starts up Pat shows up at the top of the ramp, bobbing his head in time with the music. The blue spotlights follow his movements down the ramp as he raises his arms and does the "Devil Horns" music salute and makes his way down to the ring. He grabs the top rope and pulls himself into the ring as blue fireworks sparkle the arena and the lights are returned to normal. The giant proceeds over to his corner and looks down at the mat, concentrating hard on the task at hand.

"In the End" by Linkin Park blares over the PA as the fans begin to cheer. The flights flicker and two pyros shoot off in a crisscross pattern. Fire shoots up from the edge of the ramp and Julian Fiasco appears at the top of the ramp. He raises his right hand in the air while the fans cheer louder. He jogs down the ramp and slides into the ring.

"Money, Power, Respect" by L.O.X hits the sound system and Anthony Moretti slowly walks down the entrance ramp with his trademark swagger. Moretti seems to ignore everyone around him as he slides into the ring, before climbing onto the nearest turnbuckle and posing with his arms crossed over his chest with a smug look on his face.

Deadsy's "Sands of Time," starts to play before Kage emerges from the curtain with an intense look on his face. It's hard to say if he's surveying the crowd or his opponents while making his way down the isle. He climbs into the ring and goes over to his corner, a look of pure concentration on his face.

The bell sounds.

Graves: "Tag Team gold is on the line!"

Waltman: "Moretti and Kage better not screw this up!"

Anthony Moretti begins things off for his team while Julian Fiasco does for his team as well. Both Pat Fullam and Sean Kage take a step out onto the ring apron, maybe they will see action sooner than later? So here we go... Fiasco and Moretti come face to face. The two men trade words and all that crap as they then tie up. Fiasco pushes Moretti into a corner and the referee quickly tells them to break it up! They are tangled it seems so the ref begins to make a count as both men continue to hold onto each other not letting go because either team could easily get an advantage from it.

ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR...

Before a five count takes place and they both get disqualified, Julian Fiasco backs off and away from the corner while Anthony Moretti tells the ref that he pulled his hair. Fiasco shrugs and doesn't like what was said as the ref warns him. Fiasco didn't do shit though as Moretti was just at his sneaky ways and all until he comes out aggressive with a big slap upon Julian Fiasco. It's something he doesn't take to heart as he goes in with a big right hand but Anthony ducks it and then gets out from the corner as he walks over and tags in his partner Sean Kage.

Waltman: "Here comes trouble!"

Julian Fiasco turns around and takes notice as he and Sean Kage now tie up.

Graves: "All four wrestlers in this one are quite talented."

Sean Kage knees Julian in the gut. He then hammers down on his back side while Fiasco goes down to one knee. Pat Fullam is clapping his hands and trying to build momentum as Sean Kage now grabs his leg and flips him down over onto the ring mat before pressing down on his leg with an elbow too it! Kage then places his leg in between his own and squeezes it tight with his own leg. A variation of a leg crab submission as the ref checks on Fiasco. He seems to be alright and not ready to give up just yet as the ref pays attention too him we see Anthony Moretti reach over with his arms and he grabs a hold of Sean Kage's for leverage on the maneuver!

Graves: "They're cheating!"

Waltman: "I like to look at it as getting the job done."

Eventually though Pat Fullam gets tired of it all and he gets into the ring as the ref takes notice of the giant and begins to stop him who is protesting to what his opponents are doing. That's when Sean Kage gets off of Julian Fiasco and in comes Anthony Moretti again without even a tag. Pat steps out onto the ring apron now and the ref turns back around. He asks if they tagged and they agree that they did. The fans boo as Moretti now grabs a hold of Fiasco's leg again and he goes to do a submission but Fiasco uses all his strength to kick Moretti off and away from him!

That's when Julian crawls over slowly but surely towards his corner and he tags in Pat Fullam!

Waltman: "No, not him!"

Graves: "Here comes the Coolness!"

In comes Pat Fullam finally and he begins to clean house! He runs through Anthony Moretti with a shoulder block take down while Julian Fiasco rolls under the bottom rope onto the ring apron to rest. This now brings in Sean Kage who tries to interrupt Pat Fullam's momentum. It doesn't seem to be working just yet though as he big boots Kage in the face! Sean goes rolling to the outside floor now as Anthony gets back up, turns around and Pat grabs him by the throat. He picks him up and then tosses him up and over the top ropes and onto his partner Sean Kage!

Pat now runs around shaking the ropes going crazy with momentum in his favor as the fans cheer on while Julian Fiasco stands back up on the ring apron. Anthony is out there now with the ref about ready to make the ring out count on him. Sean Kage is also down as Pat waits in the ring for them.

ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
FOUR...
FIVE...

And finally Anthony Moretti begins to get back up too his feet.

Pat has had enough though of the waiting game so he goes to the outside floor after him. Not a smart play though as Moretti holds his leg while Kage gets up and begins to beat down on him! This doesn't last long though as the Julian Fiasco comes around the corner and breaks it up! He begins to work on Sean Kage on the outside floor as both men battle it out. That is until the ref begins to make another count on the legal men in this one, Pat Fullam and Anthony Moretti.

ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
FOUR...

Moretti and Fullam however take it back into the ring with Anthony rolling in first. The big giant in Pat Fullam gets upon the ring apron and begins to try and get in as he climbs over top of the ropes with his big legs. Anthony wastes no time on the attack though as he drop kicks the leg of Fullam and he goes down! Anthony now grabs his legs and goes for a Texas Cloverleaf submission. He is about to lock it in but now in comes Julian Fiasco and Sean Kage together! Fiasco pushes Kage into a corner and then like a hero leaps at Moretti with a diving clothesline to send him down! The ref tries to take control of the match again as he sends both Fiasco and Kage back to their ring apron sides!

Graves: "This is getting out of control"

Waltman: "The more out of control the better!"

Both Anthony Moretti and Pat Fullam are down on the ring mat in pain. Neither man has moved yet and the ref is counting them down for the in ring count.

ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
FOUR...
FIVE...

They begin to move around now!

SIX...
SEVEN...

Crawling towards their corners to make a tag, Moretti gets to Kage first, but as he hops into the ring, Fullam dives and makes the hot tag to Fiasco.

Graves: "Now it's a whole new ball game again!"

Waltman: "It sure is and you're going down!"

Julian Fiasco and Sean Kage come back into the ring. Anthony Moretti and Pat Fullam crawl out to the ring apron, trying to make it back up to their feet! Fiasco connects with a hard clothesline, taking Kage off his feet. Fiasco keeps on running and drills Moretti with a shoulder block that sends him off the ring apron and to the floor below. Behind Fiasco, Kage gets back to his feet and nails Fiasco with a stiff right hand as he turns around. Fiasco stumbles back into the corner, and Kage comes running in with a clothesline of his own. Fiasco manages to get an elbow up at the last second, connecting with Kage's chin.

Kage staggers around for a moment, giving Fiasco enough time to hop up to the second rope. He waits for Kage to turn around, and when he does, Fiasco takes to the sky. Well, at least he tries too... but MOretti is back on the ring apron, and is holding Fiasco's foot. Fiasco tries to shake him off, but Moretti won't let go. Fiasco then turns around on the second rope and begins to pound on Moretti with clubbing blows, which does the trick. Moretti finally lets go of Fiasco and backs away across the apron. However, even though Moretti has given up, his distraction has done it's job.

Recovered from the elbow to the face, Kage hits Fiasco in the back with a double axehandle smash, and then climbs up to the second rope with him. From there, Kage's hooks Fiasco's arm and executes his "Kill the Lights" lariat from the second rope. Both men crash to the canvas, and Kage makes the cover. The referee slides into position to make the count.

ONE!
TWO!

Fullam tries to run in and break the count, but Moretti comes out of nowhere and drops him with "The Hitman".

THREE!!!

The referee calls for the bell, and this match is over. Moretti and Kage both get to their feet with cocky smiles on their faces. The referee hands them the Tag Titles, which the two heels raise up in celebration. They stare at their fallen opponents, who are both laid out and groaning in pain. The new Tag Team Champions quickly roll out of the ring; screaming obscenities and mocking the former champions as they make their way to the back.

Waltman - "What's so hard to understand?"

Graves - "For those that don't know how the Triple Threat match works, the first person to score a pinfall or submission is declared the winner. When a title is on the line, the champion does not have to be pinned to lose the title..."

Waltman - "Shut up the match is about to start!"

The arena goes dark and the opening guitar chords to "From Sacrifice to Survival" by Skinless plays as white lights flicker to the bear and the entrance way fills with fog. Just then Tripp walks out and gets a mixed reaction of cheers and boos. He slowly walks down to the ring as he stares down the aisle way with hate in his eyes. He then slides underneath the bottom rope and walks to his corner removing the bandana from his head and hanging his vest on the ring post. The lights slowly come up as Tripp in a cocky fashion leans up against the ropes.

"Surgical Gloves" by Raekwon begins playing and the shaggy, yet determined looking Steve Harrison walks from the back with his eyes set on the ring. He slowly walks towards the ring as the fans give him boo his very existence. He slides into the ring and talks some smack towards Whipwreck before leaning against the turnbuckle whilst rubbing his goatee.

With his opponents in the ring 'Beautiful' Bobby Dean makes his way down the ramp with the Beautiful title strapped around his waist. "You're the Best" by Joe 'Bean' Esposito plays throughout the arena. BBD rolls into the ring and after posing to the crowd he removes his title and hands it off to the referee who shows it to the two challengers. After handing off the title to a stage hand the referee calls for the bell.

With the sound of the bell the match is underway and BBD and Harrison don't waste a second as the two charge across the ring and immediately begin double teaming Tripp Whipwreck! Their strategy is simple, take out Whipwreck and then let them two settle their score as BBD holds Whipwreck's arms while Harrison begins unloading a series of rights and lefts!

Harrison then grabs hold of Whipwreck whipping him into the far ropes. As Whipwreck rebounds and comes back Harrison lifts Whipwreck high into the air for a flapjack, on his way down BBD hits him in the face with a devastating yakuza kick causing Whipwreck to land with his head being bent back in an awkward and very dangerous position!

Whipwreck is down clutching his neck as Harrison and BBD stand across from each other. Without wasting a second the two charge forward and lock each grabbing a handful of hair from the other, the two begin trading punches one after the other, the crowd on their feet watching this simple melee!

Whipwreck is slowly beginning to rise to his feet but only long enough for Harrison and BBD to stop punching each other and turn their attentions back to Whipwreck! BBD doubles Whipwreck over with a boot to the gut, Harrison scoops him up for a stalling suplex and on the way down BBD hits a back cracker on Whipwreck who is down once again clutching his back this time!

Harrison and BBD are at it once more with Whipwreck down and out of the picture! Harrison gets the upper hand as he clotheslines the champ right out of the ring! Both men go crashing to the floor at ringside. Harrison is on his feet first and reaches into the crowd grabbing a computer keyboard from one of the lucky ringside patrons. As BBD climbs to his feet Harrison blasts him over the head, causing the keys to fly every which way! Harrison quickly reaches back into the crowd this time pulling forth a frying pan! Reeling back Harrison nails BBD over the head with the skillet sensation dropping the champ to the mats at ringside!

Harrison reaches back into the crowd and pulls forth a canoe oar but as he turns to his the champ the champ kicks his leg out catching Harrison in the knee! Harrison goes down clutching his knee as the champ scrambles to his feet, snatching the oar off the ground as he rises to his feet! Lining it up BBD nails Harrison over the back with the oar just as Harrison gets to all fours, on his slow way up to his feet! Harrison is on the ground stomach first as BBD throws the oar down and rolls back into the ring.

As BBD rolls into the ring Whipwreck is there waiting! He immediately begins to lay into the champ with kicks to the back. But BBD fights through them and rises to his feet only to be taken down again as Harrison on the outside reaches in and pulls BBD’s feet right out from underneath him! BBD crashes into the mat face first!

Harrison now rolls himself into the ring as Whipwreck begins unloading on him with kicks! Whipwreck being double teamed throughout this match has had enough as he kicks BBD in the gut doubling the champ over! He grabs Harrison, setting Harrison up for a neckbreaker but before he nails it he reaches out with his free hand and wraps his free arm around BBD's head, delivering a devastating Neckbreaker/DDT combo on both the champ and the challenger! The crowd applauds this underdog's effort!

Harrison and BBD are both down feeling the effects of the neckbreaker/DDT combo from Whipwreck! Whipwreck meanwhile is busying himself as he digs underneath the ring pulling out a pane of glass, followed by a second, then a third, then a fourth! The crowd is getting anxious as the former Extreme Champion pulls out six total panes of glass and four steel chairs! With the help of some of the ringside crew, Whipwreck has the four chairs positioned in the center of the ring. Followed by stacking the panes of glass one on top of the other on top of the other on top of the four chairs.

With another stack of carnage set up in the middle of the ring it's a wonder who's going to come out of this match alive, let alone with the Extreme Title! Tripp and BBD are both standing on the top turnbuckle trading shots! Tripp gets the upperhand as he attempts to lift BBD, trying to Powerbomb BBD through the carnage but BBD by hooking his arms in the ropes prevents Tripp from lifting him! They go back to trading rights and lefts until BBD uppercuts Tripp in the groin!

BBD attempts to lift Tripp up, super-plexing him through the carnage stack but before he can succeed, Steve Harrison walks over, positioning himself underneath the champion! Harrison powerbombs BBD as BBD super-plexes Tripp Whipwreck! Whipwreck and BBD crash through the stack of glass panes causing the glass to explode sending glass shards flying through the air!

Whipwreck is out cold!

BBD is rolling to the outside blood pouring from a nasty gash in the back of his head! Steve Harrison right on the champ's heels!

Harrison and BBD are on the outside trading shots as Harrison grabs a stop sign brought to the arena by a fan! Harrison winds up and nails BBD over the head, denting the stop sign in the process! BBD not to be out done reaches into the crowd and brings forth an empty 10 gallon water jug taped to the end of a crutch, the water jug is covered in thumbtacks! BBD kicks Harrison in the gut stopping the charging man momentarily, long enough for BBD to rear back and nail Harrison over the back with the thumbtack jub! BBD rears back a second time before blasting the challenger in the back once more! Blood is trickling out of Harrison's back as it's oozing out of BBD's forehead!

The two men continue their onslaught, trading weapon shot after weapon shot when suddenly Harrison executes a simple but effective eye poke, blinding the champion! Harrison scoops BBD up and presses him over his head! Harrison has BBD up in the air over his head in a Military Press, he charges towards the guardrail before launching BBD into the crowd! BBD being held up by the crowd is being crowd surfed away from the ring!

Harrison turns around and rushes back into the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, he's climbing to his feet just as Tripp Whipwreck is climbing to his, staggering a bit confused as to where exactly he is! He turns a bit groggily and gets a nice square kick in the gut, doubling him over. Harrison proceeds to hit his fisherman suplex, a move he likes to call "The Evolutionist"! Bridging up after hitting the suplex, the referee quickly slides into position to count.

1!
2!
3!!!

The referee calls for the bell, and Harrison is declared the winner. Harrison gets to his feet with a look of accomplishment on his face. Harrison demands that the referee raise his arm in victory, which the ref does with reluctance. However, when he tries to hand Harrison the Beautiful Title, Harrison rips his arm away and rolls from the ring. The referee looks rather confused as Harrison starts digging underneath the ring. After a moment, he comes back with none other than the Extreme Title. He slowly backs his way up the ramp, holding the Extreme Title high in the air. Back at ringside, BBD finally makes his way out of the crowd and rolls back into the ring. He snatches the Beautiful Title from the still confused referee and holds it up in the air, just like Harrison does with the Extreme Title. As the Pay Per View cuts to a commercial, the two men glare at each other while they hold their titles up.

"Tellin' It Like It Is"
Featuring: Johnny Donovan

Johnny Donovan: Is it rolling now?

He waits for a few seconds and raises his hand in a thumbs up gesture while nodding. Johnny turns his attention to the camera and smiles.

Johnny Donovan: Good evening Hostility fans around the world, as your current Aversion champion, I believe I have earned the privilege to say a few words in the lead-up to what should be a hell of a match between myself and a young man whose beginning to acquire the bad habit of referring to himself in the third person, Landon Fawn.

The Aversion champion reaches behind the chair and retrieves what appears to be a packet of refined sugar.

Johnny Donovan: A sugar pit match? I couldn't have come up with anything better myself, seeing that this was supposed to be my day off and all if it wasn't for that meddling kid. I do give credit where it’s due and that does deserve points for imagination.

Johnny Donovan places the packet of refined sugar in front of him and refocuses his attention back onto the camera.

Johnny Donovan: Now, Landon Fawn got his chance to make a pow-wow speech if you all recall correctly during the last episode of Hostile Violence and now I think it's about time I address a few choice words to the journeyman who fancies himself my successor.

Johnny Donovan pauses to reach off-screen and returns back to the camera's view with the Aversion title belt. He holds it loose on one hand in front of the camera before continuing to speak.

Johnny Donovan: What's I find really strange in the midst of all this hype being played out is the fact that I’m really starting to warm up to you kid. I look at you and you know what I see?

The Aversion champion drops the belt on the ground before looking at the camera with a smirk.

Johnny Donovan: I see parts of myself as a young man, all the things I had going for me when I was your age. You're a 20 year old kid with the whole world in front of you and you want to grab it by the balls. That's fine, nothing wrong with that but is it another case of too much too soon?

Johnny Donovan looks down for a moment and shakes his head in a gesture of mock bewilderment. He returns his attention back to the camera.

Johnny Donovan: It doesn't matter at the end of the day, none of this matters; belt, sugar, whatever other fringe benefits you want to throw my way doesn't really matter. What really matters, and you and I both know this, is the fact that we don't really care much for the rules, or for the sake of accuracy, guidelines that supposedly govern this sport, circus, business or whatever you'd like to call it. We play dirty, we play to win and we'll get the job done by any means necessary.

Johnny Donovan picks up the title belt and raises it closer to the camera.

Johnny Donovan: My only request is that you bring your best game with you later tonight. I want to see the dirtiest, meanest tricks you have up your sleeve to date. I don't want a clean, sportsman-like match; I want it to be a shitfight from start to finish. I want to see the best and the worst you have to offer.

The Aversion champion pauses to retract the title belt back slightly from view.

Johnny Donovan: Because if you don't, you can be rest assured that I will destroy you. If you had half the intelligence that you claim you do, you'd damn well know that. If done right, this match will be strife in its purest form; a physical and mental struggle all the way to the finish line. I didn't get this by playing nice and neither will you.

Johnny Donovan slings the Aversion championship belt across his shoulders and grins his all-too-familiar grin at the camera.

Johnny Donovan: Don't disappoint me kid, otherwise...

Johnny Donovan picks up the bag of refined sugar on the ground in front of him and rips the packet open, he pours all of it's contents onto the floor as he gets up onto his feet.

Johnny Donovan: ... This will all amount to a damn waste of sugar.

Johnny Donovan turns and makes his exit, walking off-screen. The camera slowly zooms in on the pile of sugar on the ground before it gradually fades to black.

"And Still Beautiful Champion"
Featuring: Bobby Dean, Landon Fawn, Xander Daniels

BBD - "Whew! That was a close one!"

XanDan - "Huh?"

Fawn - "You alright champ?"

BBD - "Perfect! I was a little worried there for a second, but the idiot pinned the wrong guy! What a moron!"

Xander and Fawn look to each other confused. The traditional rules of a Triple Threat match are, the first person to score a pinfall or submission wins. If a title is on the line the champion does not have to be pinned to lose said title...

BBD apparently unaware of the rules, takes a seat in front of his open locker, he brings his title up and kisses the face plate, whispering "I'll never lose you..." over and over as Xander and Fawn continue to look on confused.

To the disgust and surprise of many, Steppen's picture quickly turns into a plate of maggots as it is lit on fire by his estranged son, Landon Fawn!

Without the words after that initial opening, the Instrumental to 'Little Smirk' plays forward as Landon Fawn cockily appears in a glittered Peach robe. His face cocky and looking upon the crowd with an 'I'm above you' aura. He walks forward and smooths his hands over his unique hair relishing in his own self-indulgent behavior.

He struts to the side of the stage, where the fifteen foot, above ground pit has been constructed, and peers down at the five foot deep pile of sugar inside. He stops at the top of the ladder and turns his back to the pit as removes his robe. He folds it meticulously and hands it to his Career Adviser E. Harland Grady who stands pit-side. After several crude moments with fans surrounding the pit, Landon descends the ladder and gives a dirty look toward the official and awaits further instruction.

The opening guitar riff for "Faculties Of The Mind" by Butterfingers plays over the sound system as the lights dim slightly. Johnny Donovan walks out onto the entrance, smoking a cigarette. As the drums hit, Johnny throws the cigarette down and steps on it before unstrapping the Aversion Title from his waist and holding it up for all to see. Slowly, he makes his way down towards the sugar pit, winking at some members of the audience and cheekily saluting others. Johnny then walks to the top of the ladder, and admires the Aversion Title once more before climbing down the ladder to come face-to-face with his challenger.

Sinking into the sugar, the two men stare holes through each other, as they stand nearly knee deep in the sugar, awaiting the referee's signal to begin. The bell is rung, and the two men circle one another, dragging their feet through the sugar. Forgoing the usual starting lock up, both Fawn and Donovan begin launching massive bombs at each other with wild abandonment. Lefts and rights connect for both men, but the rush of a championship match is enough to keep them going. Eventually, the uneven footing provided by the pile of sugar sends the combatants sprawling. Both men try desperately to get to their feet, and when they do, it is Donovan that strikes first with a diving spear. A cloud of sugar dust rises from the pit as the two men roll around, Donovan dropping haymaker after haymaker, and Fawn deflecting as many punches as he can.

Landing more punches than missing, Donovan's control becomes more and more substantial as the match wears on. However, a quick hip jerk by Fawn sends Donovan head over heels, giving Fawn enough time to scramble away to regain his composure. Donovan rolls over to his stomach and rises to his feet. Fawn digs in as Donovan marches towards him, Suddenly, Fawn lashes out with a lead pipe he produced from within the sugar pile. Donovan pulls his head back, narrowly avoiding a lead pipe to the chops... and seconds later, weaves his hips around to avoid some cracked ribs. Backing off, Donovan readies himself for another attack by Fawn, who has assumed the roll of the aggressor.

Fawn comes at the Aversion Champ with a vicious clubbing strike, but Donovan swats the punch away and drives his knee into Fawn's stomach. The lead pipe comes loose, and bounces across the surface of the sugar pile. Donovan tries to set Fawn up for something big, but Fawn breaks free and makes a run for the pipe. Donovan trips him up, and now both men start to crawl. Clawing at the sugar and each other, they roll and wrestle, kick and scream, bite and scratch their way across the pit. As they reach the pipe, both Fawn and Donovan rise to their feet for a sprint finish. However, they get tangled up, which results in Donovan dropping Fawn, face-first, into the sugar with a DDT. Donovan rolls to his feet and chuckles to himself as he stares down at Landon Fawn... with his head buried like a sugar lovin' ostrich. Slowly, Fawn pulls his head from the sand, er... sugar, and as he rises to his feet, he licks his lips and flashes a bittersweet smile.

Fawn then turns with a scowl and lunges at Donovan, spearing him into the side of the pit. The back of Donovan's head bounces off the pit wall, stunning him momentarily, and that moment is all Fawn needs to unleash a series of furious head and body strikes. The Champion is off kilter and stumbles forward into a vertical suplex by Fawn. Fawn holds onto Donovan, and rolls over to his stomach before getting to his feet and dropping Donovan with a brainbuster suplex. Fawn quickly hops to his feet, and eyes the ladder leading out of the pit. Carefully, he struts over to the ladder and steps up onto the first rung. He begins a slow ascent, cherishing every move he makes towards victory. However, as he reaches the 3/4 mark, his foot seems to get tangled somehow. He looks down, only to find Donovan a few rungs from the bottom, holding on for dear life. The champion might have been down, but he's the champion for many reasons, and his resiliency is one of those reasons.

Fawn tries to kick Donovan away, but Donovan has a firm grasp on the challenger's foot, and begins to drag him back down into the pit. Rung by rung, Fawn's hands slip until both men come crashing down onto the sugar. As was the beginning of the match, a mad scramble ensues with Donovan and Fawn trying to get to their feet to gain the upper hand. Donovan is up first, and has a split second to prepare as Fawn has trouble getting his footing in the sugar. Donovan swings hard for a clothesline, but Fawn manages to roll under it. As he reaches his feet once more, he jumps and turns, connecting with a flying knee to the sternum of Donovan, who has also turned around. The knee strike doesn't put the champ down, but it knocks the wind out of him. Donovan staggers back a step or two, providing enough space for Fawn to attempt the "Son's Divorce". However, the instability of the sugar wrecks havoc with Fawn's handspring, and he ends up falling to his back. The miscue costs Fawn, and as he sits up slightly, Donovan recovers and drills his challenger with a shining wizard.

Donovan hops to his feet as Fawn falls over onto his side, but before the champion can make a move back towards his fallen challenger, something underneath the surface of the sugar catches his attention. Donovan looks down at his feet, and realizes that he is standing on top of another weapon... a steel chair buried within the sugar. He bends down and unearths the folding chair; a sick smile forming on his lips. Fawn gathers himself as he rises, and turns around to see Donovan doing his best impersonation of 'Casey at the Bat' with the steel chair. Fawn ducks under the first swing, but is unable to avoid Donovan's second swing, which catches Fawn square in the middle of the back. Fawn goes down to one knee, only for Donovan to drop the chair, and pull him up and over his head with a huge release German suplex.

Fawn hits the sugar hard, and looks to be down and out. Ever the opportunist, Donovan scrambles to his feet and makes a B-line straight for the ladder. The crowd roars as Donovan begins to climb, cheering on the man that would fell the man who dares besmirch the name of Steppen Scuragrec. Nearing the top of the ladder, Donovan takes a look over his shoulder, and sees Fawn struggling to get to his feet. Donovan's pace then slows as he reaches the top, and with only a rung or two left, he stops completely. The crowd can't believe it, he's so close to winning, yet he refuses to climb out. Instead, Donovan waits for Fawn to get up, and as the 'Cocksure Kid' turns towards the ladder, Donovan pushes off and twists in midair. The champ comes crashing down with an amazing crossbody splash, but seconds before impact, Fawn leaps into the air and connects with a dropkick to Donovan's gut.

Both men hit the sugar hard, and stay down for quite some time as they both try to recover. There is no count outs, so the referee hovering around the edge of the pit can only stand there and wait for the two men to work their way back to their feet. With the roar of the crowd echoing around the pit, Fawn is the first to show sings of life. Ever so slowly, he rolls over onto his stomach and gets up to one knee. Beside him, Donovan is just laying there blinking and staring up at the rafters. Sluggish from exhaustion, Fawn manages to find his way back to his feet, and drags Donovan to his in the process. Fawn delivers a stiff kick to the quadricep, and follows it up with a second kick to the ribs. Donovan takes a defensive position as Fawn goes for a kick to the head, and somehow counters with a trapping suplex. Fawn bounces back quickly, rolling to his feet. He charges at Donovan as he gets up, and tries for a jumping double knee strike. However, Donovan has the move scouted and grabs Fawn around the legs, keeping his knees held against his chest. Showing his strength, Donovan holds Fawn up in the air for a moment, before tossing him up onto his shoulders for a powerbomb. Fawn struggles to free himself, and uses Donovan as a launching pad. Pushing himself up off of the champ's shoulders, Fawn actually gets high enough to grab a hold of the edge of the ledge surrounding the pit.

Donovan swings around wildly, trying to find Fawn, and sees him trying desperately to pull himself up and out of the pit. Donovan takes a step back, and then charges at the wall. With an outstanding effort, he leaps up and just gets handful of Fawn leg, pulling him down from the ledge. The two men crash to the sugar below, and take a few seconds before getting up. Exhausted, both men fire off with wild punches, each hitting their mark. The punches continue, until Donovan tries for a huge haymaker, only to miss, leaving him wide open for Fawn to leap up and go for an enziguiri to the back of the head. This could be it right here as the kick connects and Donovan is down.

Donovan is out of it completely, and Fawn looks to take advantage. Slowly, he takes in a deep breath and heads for the ladder. Rung by rung, he climbs... leaving the sweet smelling pit behind in search of fresh air. Nearly out of the pit for the third time, Fawn continues to climb. However, the roar of the crowd alerts him to the presence of Donovan, who through thick and thin, is forcing his aching body to cross the suagr pit and climb the ladder. Fawn's climbing pace quickens as he sees Donovan coming up below him. The 'Cocksure Kid' can taste victory as his hand grabs the ledge, but Donovan, with a last ditch effort, has already caught up to him. Fawn kicks his foot out, catching Donovan in the face, but the champion holds on. A second kick nearly knocks him off, but again, Donovan holds on.

Fawn is clearly distressed, and tries to end this once and for all. He stomps down hard, but this time Donovan deflects the kick, and knocks Fawn's other foot off its rung. Now hanging on for dear life, Fawn has nowhere to go as Donovan climbs up. Right on top of Fawn, Donovan hooks his legs around the rope ladder, and wraps his arms around Fawn. He tugs and pulls with all his might, but Fawn doesn't want to go anywhere. Donovan lets go and pulverizes Fawn's ribs with a couple of hard punches. Donovan then wraps his arms around Fawn's waist again and uses whatever engery he has left to pull Fawn away from the ladder, and sending him back-first, down nearly the full fifteen feet of the pit, with a German suplex from the ladder.

Fawn hits the sugar with a massive thud, creating a small crater upon impact. A giant cloud of sugar dust rises up and out of the pit, and the crowd goes wild. For the most part, Fawn's torso is submerged in the granular sea of sugar, with only his head, arms, and legs poking out. Up on the ladder, Donovan hangs upside down by his legs. With great effort, he pulls himself upwards and grabs onto the ladder with his hands. With the crowd behind him, Donovan climbs the remaining rungs and eventually hauls his ass out of the pit.

The bell is rung, and one of the more interesting matches in Hostility history is now over. Pain coursing through his body, air being sucked into his lungs, arms and legs aching... Johnny Donovan lays on the stage. Just looking at him, one would not expect that he was the winner, yet here he is... victorious. The referee helps Donovan sit up so that the World Health Organization representative, Clint Basker, can hand him the Aversion Title that he just fought so valiantly for.

As Donovan rises to his feet, trainers and crew members hurry down into the pit to dig Landon Fawn out of crater made of sugar. Before leaving, Donovan takes on last look down in the pit, to see Fawn screaming at everyone to get him out of there. Donovan then holds up his Aversion Title and poses for the live audience.

"Way To Go"
Featuring: James Milenko, Bobby Dean

James Milenko - "WELL WAY TO GO!!"

Another voice can be heard, but whoever it is, is speaking in such a low tone, that all the camera's microphone can pick up is a whisper of a mumble. Suddenly, there is a crash heard, and the door itself quakes within the confines of its frame. Great... now Milenko is throwing things.

James Milenko - "How could you lose to that... that... that... TRAITOR!"

Just as sudden as the crash against the door happened, the other voice in the office grows in volume and intensity... and clearly it is 'Beautiful' Bobby Dean.

BBD - "LOSE? I didn't lose! Did you go for a God damn soda during the match or something? 'Beautiful' Bobby Dean is still the Beautiful Champion... that Dream loving jabroni, Harrison, pinned the wrong guy! Why doesn't anyone understand that?!"

A loud groan of frustration is followed by another loud crash.

James Milenko - "Are you 'simple' or something? It was a Triple Threat Match... you don't have to be pinned to lose. And guess what... you didn't get pinned... and you weren't the one pinning someone... therefore you LOST! Now Harrison has MY Hostility Extreme Title, and he's probably gonna go hand it to William Peters so he can toss it in the trash!"

BBD - "Well... I say good riddance."

James Milenko - "OH MY GOD! Are you even listening to yourself? Good riddance? Bobby... that is one Hostility's titles... if Dream gets their hands on it... I can't believe you... GAAAWD!"

BBD - "What do you want me to say? I'm sorry? Geeez..."

James Milenko - "Oh you will be sorry Bobby... if you don't get that damn title back!"

BBD - "Oh... so now you WANT me to have a title belt? I wish you'd make up your damn mind."

James Milenko - "Bobby... I don't have time for your crap. There are bigger things going on around here... like... company altering things... and whether or not you have a title is not one of those things. So just listen to me very carefully. You need to get the Extreme Title back from Harrison. You help me out... I'll help you out... okay?"

There is a moment of silence before the office door opens slowly. Bobby Dean backs his way out of the office, nodding his head in Milenko's direction. He then turns to face the camera with a small smirk on his face. Patting the Beautiful Title that sits on his shoulder, Dean gives a satisfied smile towards the camera and then disappears around a corner as the office door swings shut once more.

"Antisaint" by Chevelle starts to play over the sound system as the arena goes pitch black and a small flame, no bigger than a match appears on the stage. As the music continues to pick up the flame slowly grows as a phoenix is slowly drawn on the tron.

As the phoenix drawing is complete, the flames reach their full height, the tron image of the phoenix shatters and a video package of Xander Daniels is shown. Once the music picks up into the first verse a figure appears and walks right through the flames. The fans boo as the recognize the man appearing through the flames.

Xander calmly steps onto the ramp and continues down to the ring where he slides in under the bottom rope, the music cutting out and Xander beginning to focus on his task at hand, winning this match.

"This Is Industry" plays over the loud speakers as Landon Fawn, "Beautiful" Bobby Dean, and Dave Milenko appear at the top of the ramp. They all wear their trademark cocky smiles as they proceed down to the ring. The Industry members surround the ring as Xander looks on with a growing confidence and Paradine watches with little interest, his eyes focused on Xander.

The music cuts out and the ref calls for the bell. Xander leaps forward about to attack when Paradine holds up his hands to stop Xander in his tracks? It looks like The Australian Submission Machine is actually trying to get Xander to back away! Xander looks somewhat confused but backs down as Paradine calls for a mic. One of the stage hands rolls it into him and Paradine quickly picks it up while keeping his eyes on Xander. He raises the mic to his lips and says,

"I told you Xander. I warned you that there was a new movement coming. I warned you that an uprising of people who were sick and tired of The Industry running roughshod over Hostility would be joining me in taking the fight to you. You told me last week to make sure I found some friends to bring with me this week. Well, I found some."

Paradine smiles at the look of panic on Xander's face and the look of confusion on the three members of The Industry on the outside of the ring. Suddenly "Anthem" by Trivium blares over the loudspeakers as the arena goes black. The song continues to play as spotlights shine on the entrance ramp right on three figures that have appeared at the top. The lights flicker on as the three figures, now revealed to be Pat Fullam, Julian Fiasco, and Pat Atoe all start to make their way down the ramp and join the members of The Industry on the outside of the ring. Nathan tosses the mic outside of the ring as Xander recovers enough to wipe the look of panic off of his face. The two stare daggers at each other, the animosity in the ring only matched by the tension outside the ring as The Industry and Paradine's "friends" circled the ring, careful to keep distance from each other but making sure they were in optimal position to strike.

The two competitors in the ring lunge at each other, looking to tie up in the standard collar and elbow tie up. However Xander makes the first contact of the match by opting to knee Paradine in the groin instead! Nathan's eyes begin to water and he drops to his knees as the ref yells at Xander to keep things above the belt. However Xander reminds the ref that since it is a submission match, nothing is technically illegal. The Phoenix shoves the ref out of the way and moves over to Paradine who is still kneeling on the ground. Xander slaps the bald head of Paradine a couple times before standing him up and nailing a quick snap suplex!

Quickly Xander follows up by lifting Nathan into a sitting position and kneeing him in the back! The Industry cheers Xander on as he grabs Paradine's arms and yanks them backwards while keeping his knee in the center of Nathan's back! Paradine grunts in pain but is too strong for Xander and quickly fights out of the hold! The two men stand up and once again engage in a staring contest!

This time however it's Paradine who gets the quick upper hand by knocking Xander down with a hard clothesline! Paradine paces back and forth slowly until Xander climbs back to his feet and then forces his back into the corner, both men locking up. The referee calls for a break as Paradine pushes Xander against the turnbuckle and Paradine obliges, holding up his arms and taking several steps backwards. As Xander comes forward Paradine lashes out and floors him with a right hand, before dropping to his knees and seizing Xander's arm. He wraps his legs around Xander's right bicep and starts furiously wrenching his wrist, Xander's face clenched in pain. Xander lifts his leg and places it on the bottom rope, the referee calling for Paradine to break the hold. Paradine releases Xander's arm and both men climb to their feet, regarding each other cautiously. Paradine steps forward to lock up, however Xander drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, joining the rest of The Industry on the outside.

Paradine beckons for Xander to get back into the ring, however “The Phoenix” shakes his head in refusal. Bobby Dean, Dave Milenko and Landon Fawn all motion for Paradine to come out of the ring and fight Xander, however Paradine merely rolls his eyes and crouches low, his hands on his knees. Xander looks at his team-mates and makes a break for the ramp, however Pat Fullam and Julian Fiasco cut him off. Before they can get their hands on him Xander swerves and slides back into the ring, smoothly gliding to his feet and dishing out several right hooks to Paradine's face, forcing him onto the ropes. Xander whips Paradine across the ring, grabbing his arm on the rebound and executing a go-behind, forcing Paradine down to the mat without releasing his arm. Xander clambers onto Paradine's back and applies an arm lock, Paradine exclaiming in pain. Xander sneers and leans back, forcing more pressure on Paradine's spine and shoulder blade. Fullam slaps the mat, roaring encouragement to Paradine as The Industry do the same for Xander on the opposite side of the ring. Paradine manages to get himself up on one knee, effectively forcing Xander off his back. Paradine drives his elbow into Xander's gut and his former stable mate releases the hold entirely. Paradine runs across the ring and rebounds, leapfrogging over Xander with surprising agility and spinning around to catch “The Phoenix” with a right hand. Paradine grabs the groggy Xander and whips him out of the ring and tumbling into the arms of Pat Fullam, who grins.

Xander's eyes widen and he frantically struggles, however Fullam tosses his against the crowd barricade like a ragdoll. As the referee leans against the ropes, keeping an eye on the action, Fawn, Bobby Dean and Milenko charge into the ring. Milenko whips Paradine into the corner and all three men start to drive the boots into his frame, each kick eliciting an “oof!” from the former World Heavyweight Champion.

On the outside, Xander is slowly climbing to his feet as Fullam, Atoe and Fiasco all advance on him slowly. Xander looks up and his face pales, pleading with the three men to leave him be. He dives sideways, racing around the ring with Fiasco and Fullam in hot pursuit. Dean, Fawn and Milenko abandon their efforts inside the ring and bail to the outside as the referee turns around, and Xander seizes Milenko and throws him into the path of Fullam. Both men collide with a thud, and Xander slides back into the ring. He climbs to his feet and pushes his hair out of his face, before walking over to the slumped Paradine and looking around with mock surprise on his face. He grins and pulls Paradine to his feet, turning him around and pushes him back several steps. Xander jumps up onto the middle rope and jumps back, twisting in midair and taking Paradine down with a bulldog. Xander retains his grip around Paradine's neck and drives his elbow into the top of Paradine's head a multitude of times, leaving Paradine motionless in the middle of the ring. Xander climbs to his feet and runs at the ropes, rebounding and instantly dropping into a forward roll before springing to his feet and flipping forwards in mid air, landing directly on top of Paradine! Xander spins around, seizing Paradine's arm and applying the Ashes to Ashes! Paradine flails, his legs and free arm slapping against the mat. In desperation, he reaches up with his free arm and digs his thumb into Xander's eye, causing Xander to immediately release the move and grab his eye, gasping in pain. Paradine crawls to his feet and seizes Xander's ankle, using a ankle lock in an attempt to get Xander to tap out!

Xander manages to reach the ropes however, and the referee orders Paradine to release the hold. Paradine twists the ankle once more before grudgingly relenting. He grabs Xander's head and pulls his to his feet, however Xander throws his elbow back and catches Paradine in the face, sending him staggering backwards. Xander grabs Paradine and flings him over the top, sending him sprawling to ringside. Dean, Milenko and Fawn grab him and fling him against the guardrail. Fiasco, Fullam and Atoe race around the ring to help Paradine, however Xander climbs out of the ring and attacks the group from behind, knocking Atoe down with an Axe Handle and taking out Fiasco's legs from beneath him. Fullam turns to confront him, however Xander double takes and climbs back into the ring. Fullam turns back to The Industry and grabs Milenko from behind, flinging him away. He elbows Landon Fawn aside and picks Bobby Dean up, military pressing him into the crowd, the three time Beautiful Champion shrieking as he does so. Fullam helps Paradine to his feet and rolls him back into the ring, before returning to deal with The Industry.

Xander stomps down on Paradine several times before pulling him to his feet and whipping him towards the ropes. Paradine grabs the top rope and flips over, however he manages to avoid going down to ringside. Fullam, Fiasco and Atoe are all busy dealing with The Industry on the opposite side of the ring, and Xander charges at Paradine. He seizes the “Australian Submission Machine” by the shoulders, trying to force him off the ropes and down to ringside however Paradine manages to snap his head forwards and headbutt Xander in the face. Paradine grabs the back of Xander's head and leans backward, wrapping one of his legs over Xander and placing the other across his throat before releasing the ropes entirely, applying the Mark of Judas over the top rope and using his weight to effectively choke Xander out using the top rope! Blood starts to trickle out of Xander's mouth, and Xander furiously taps on his leg, and the referee calls for the bell!

Nathan releases the hold and Xander drops to the outside where he's checked on by The Industry. Nathan celebrates in the ring but quickly goes into a defensive stance as BBD, Fawn, and Milenko slide into the ring. However Paradine is quickly backed up by Fullam, Fiasco, and Atoe, the two groups staring each other down. As if a flag is tossed they all launch themselves at each other!

Paradine is left standing in the middle of the ring as Pat goes after Fawn, BBD clothesline Atoe out of the ring, and Milenko and Fiasco start brawling with each other. The Australian Submission Machine looks amused as his hand picked "friends" look to be gaining the upper hand. He turns, only to get hit by a Resurrection from the recovered Xander! The Phoenix looks enraged as he wipes the blood off of his chin and flicks it onto Paradine's unmoving back. He spits on Paradine and kicks his head as Fawn and Pat come back into the ring still brawling and too involved to notice Xander.

Xander however notices them and sneaks up behind the giant hitting him with a low blow! Pat goes down to his knees where he is subjected to a Son's Divorce courtesy of Landon Fawn! Xander whispers in Landon's ear and Landon slides out of the ring searching for something underneath it. Xander quickly locks in Ashes to Ashes on Pat as Landon comes back in with a sledgehammer! Out of no where Dave slides into the ring and Xander releases the hold on the now unconscious Pat and tells Dave to go ahead and finish the job with the sledgehammer! Dave quickly declines and a look of disgust appears on his face. He rolls out of the ring and walks away from an astonished Xander and Fawn. Xander shrugs and gives the go ahead to Fawn who climbs to the top turnbuckle, hammer in hand and leaps off, smashing Pat over the top of the head with it!

Blood begins to trickle out of Fullam's head as Xander and Fawn sit back to admire their handiwork. However they seem to have forgotten about Paradine who sits up and quickly clotheslines Fawn out of the ring! Fawn hits hard as BBD now has his hands full with Atoe and Fiasco. Paradine and Xander go at it trading lefts and rights. Xander gains the upper hand however and quickly backs Paradine into the corner. He gives Nathan a kick to the groin and Paradine doubles over! Xander lifts his face up and slaps it, spits in his eye and delivers yet another Resurrection! Before he can do anything else though he's distracted by a figure running down the ring screaming at him to stop.

Emily, Paradine's ex fiance, comes down to the edge of the ring and starts screaming at Xander to stop hurting Paradine. However Xander just sneers and picks Nathan up, while staring at Emily. He sits Paradine in front of the ropes and forces Paradine's arms in between the top and second rope before tying Paradine up with the two ropes! Xander slaps the groggy Nathan Paradine a couple times, making him aware. He whispers in Paradine's ear and points at Emily who is now looking really scared and still screaming. Paradine starts to struggle against the ropes but Xander dodges out of his way and slides out of the ring.

Emily starts to run but Xander quickly catches up to her and grabs her by the wrist. Paradine starts to scream, but Xander just shrugs his shoulders and gives Emily a DDT to the metal ramp! Paradine is screaming at the top of his lungs at Xander who is smiling over the prone body of Emily. He gives her a soft kiss on the cheek as Paradine screams in rage, helpless to do anything but watch as Xander backs up the ramp and out of sight leaving the carnage left behind.

"A Holographic Evening In Paris"
Featuring: Ozric Mortimer

A violin, creepily silent but loud enough to grab the attention of nearly everyone in the arena, started to play. It gradually snake sneaked its way through the massive walls of speakers and seeped its way into the gutters of the rafters above the entertainment. Through the rafter's scaley grates, the sounds dropped back down into the atmospheric realm and into the ears of those squiting from the nose bleed sections. At this point, the violin grew almost unbearably loud. Through the black curtain veil appeared a young boy wearing a tuxedo; his face was hidden away by what looked like a plastered mask of the head of a sparrow. The beak was evident, the eyes were gaping black and bulgy, and one side of it was painted white. The boy continued to play the violin as he walked across the stage and a few feet down the ramp. He then stalled and stood silently, motionlessly holding the bow against the instrument. After a few moments of staring at the metal sheeted ramp, he quickly lifted his up and dropped the violin. It splintered and made a heart-punching boom.

With that booming sound, the lights started to flicker on and off. At the top of the stage, a flourescent green and yellow-light holographic image appeared. Vertical pole lights zoomed from the top of the arena and straight down into this holographic imagery. In the middle of this holographic imagery, an enlarged version of a familiar face appeared. Ozric Mortimer. Masked by the satin effect that was washed within the funnel-like hologram, the virtual face slowly spun like a carousel. An enourmous smile, comparable to the expression that a serial killer would make after invading an aisle of homes and violently killing the families within them, teamed up with a stare that only a man who has seen the most frightening thing in the world could pull off. A strange circus theme started to play and the young violin player fell to his knees; he stared at his shattered violin with blank eyes.

The voice struck like thunder, severely rolling over the music. As the voice played through the PA system, the virtually created face's mouth followed.

"For the past six months, I have stayed hidden beneath the shadows, underneath the grime, and deep within the underbelly of disguise as a healing process. What I was trying to heal I'm not sure of anymore, but upon waking up one morning I realized that the vicious hunger I once had to torment, terrorize, and erradicate the sickness of innocence enveloped in this psuedo-hostile world that all of you are encapsulated within came back and stronger than ever before. Starting tonight, whether it's fortunate or unfortunate to all of you witnessing victims, the games begin again. The marching circus gets back to its feet, wipes the dust off their bodies, and starts progressing along the rugged trail again. This time, however, with a little more disturbance and disorder. Who wants order in their lives anyways, right? Where is the unique randomness in that uniformed style of existence? Nowhere. I plan on going somewhere, just as I have before. Are all of you ready?"

The hologram stops spinning and then rises from stage level until it's, at the very least, 30 feet high. At this point, the hologram starts its revolutions again but now going at an ever increasing rate. The crowd starts to finally roar as holographic spawns float out of the original hologram, these forming to the shape of balloons. The camera switches back to a capture of the young boy, who was now motionlessly standing at the medium point of the ramp, staring into the unknown.

It took nearly ten minutes for anybody to realize, but Ozric in the flesh was now sitting on one of the steel platforms that were used as support for the massive, high-definition video screen. He was even higher than the holograms were, likely forty to forty-five feet high. Slowly rocking back and forth, Ozric was shielded above him by a massive black and white striped umbrella that was mechanically spinning at a snail pace. That same smile plastered within the virtual painting was the one that Ozric in the flesh was sporting; it was plain to see that Ozric was disasterously excited. This, as most would know at this point, is never a good thing. At this point, almost everyone in the arena realized where Ozric was - mainly due to the spotlight flashing against him. The remaining that were still ignorant enough not to notice were finally aware once Ozric starting talking through his custom microphone: a twirling striped black and white candy-cane design.

"Do you remember me?" Ozric pushes both of his index and middle fingers against his head and then points toward the crowd. "Well if you don't, it won't take long to get used to me. You see, when I first came around these parts I was taken with a grain of salt at first. Everyone seemed to think that I was just another Joe Schmo who was just here to get people off and make a mockery of myself. That isn't the case, trust me on this. Go ahead and ask the administration. Go ahead and ask the lifers in this place who were around when I initially waged war on this place. All of them are aware. All of them understand. All of them are very, very, very consciencious. I don't do what I do for personal benefits. I don't do what I do to get a rise out of all of you. I do what I do because this is who I am and this is what I was born to do. I was born to break the walls down, slowly initiate the most severe forms of hysteria, and expose the weakness of those who make themselves appear as if they're made of steel. It's, once again, time for everyone to WAKE UP and smell the blood of the clown! I must go now, though. Why? DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU? NO! But I will. I have a lot of things planned. There are bonds that have to be broken, if you catch my drift, so until next time... SEIZE THE DAY!"

Ozric pushes himself off of the platform and allows himself to float above the crowd with his spinning umbrella. The crowd tries to follow Ozric. Suddenly, there's a whisper through the PA: "Things are not always how they seem to be..."

The umbrella vanishes and Ozric plummets to the ground and then literally vanishes before crashing against the concrete. The holograms have completely dissipated and everything is back to a plain jane normal state. The crowd, however, is no longer normal. Instead of making waves of chants, cheering and jeering, they were now standing still like snoozing zombies. The clown in the breif beginning of his new chapter, has seemingly already made a destructive example out of the Paris crowd.

"It All Ends Here"
Featuring: Talon, Chris Bond

Steele looks as though he is standing in front of an oncoming tank as Talon moves forward for the Wings of Destiny... BUT BOND NAILS TALON WITH A REALITY CHECK?

OH MY GOD! HIS BEST FRIEND... HIS BROTHER IN ARMS... CHRIS BOND HAS BETRAYED TALON!

Recognition hits Talons eyes as he stumbles backwards, primed for a Foreplay from Steven Steele! It can't end like this!

Bond steps over to the referee, cold hate on his face as the fans boo him mercilessly... Bond picks up the referee and places him by Steele, who has covered Talon.

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

These two shared everything, but now...

Talon signals for the Wings of Destiny as he smacks Bond into a daze, but Bond shakes himself out of it and delivers a sucker punch square to the chin of Talon! Bond then lifts his hand up with one finger out, showing Talon that he's number one before brushing him aside and walking toward the entrance ramp... Bond's going to walk out on his match and his tag team partner!

Talon refuses to let that go, shaking the cobwebs out of his head and pursuing Bond as he moves past the announce table. As he catches up, Talon begins to shout at Bond, calling him a liar, a coward, a cheater... only for Bond to reach next to the table and in one swift motion pull a steel chair back and bring it down onto Talon! Talon gets his hands up, but it's not enough to stop the steel chair from smashing down onto his skull, dropping the Hero of Hostility like a sack of bricks! Bond raises the steel chair high, a grin on his face as the fans boo throughout the arena and the mastermind behind the Industry steps over the crumpled form of his former best friend.

There's nothing that these two won't do to each other.

Nothing that they won't do for the Hostility World Heavyweight Championship.

Nothing that they won't do in their fight to destroy each other.

He is the Hero, the light in Hostility. Loved by millions, honored by his peers... he has no equal in the squared circle when he is on his game.

Once lost to the darkness... Talon now returns to claim his birthright... his legacy... his destiny.

The other... the Hostility World Heavyweight Champion.

The fallen hero. The founder of the Industry. He is the man that confused and outraged millions of wrestling fans at South of Heaven... no one can surpass him in big match situations.

He is lost to the darkness, but his former best friend seeks to bring him back... Chris Bond tries to solidify himself as the premiere star in Hostility... for all time.

Bond.

Talon.

For the World Heavyweight Championship.

At Aggravated Assault... everything for the past eleven months comes to a climax...

It all ends here.

"Through the Fire and Flames" blasts through the arena as thousands of people stand on their feet, heads turning toward the entrance arena as they wait for the lights to drop... but they never do. Instead, their hero steps out, wearing some new duds... brilliant blue, white, and orange ring gear with a sweet new whitecoat... but he doesn't step into the darkness. No, Talon, the Hero, steps through the curtain into the brilliant light... and spreads his arms wide as blue, white, and orange pyro goes off in the arena. He makes his way down the ramp, grinning as he looks at the Legacy Mountain structure lowering before him. He slaps high-fives with fans on the ramp before putting his business face on and stepping in, eying the Hostility World Heavyweight Championship high above the ring in the uppermost tier of the Legacy Mountain. The smile is gone... Talon has returned, and he has his eyes set on the greatest prize in wrestling.

Multi-colored lights soon begin flickering throughout the massive arena and out steps the former-former World Champion, Chris Bond. The man once loved world-wide is now boo'd like he had killed his own grandmother. But he didn't. He just superkicked his best friend on the grandest stage of them all. His eyes are locked on the squared circle, a look so soul piercing it could be described as carrying a vendetta. But it's not. Remember that. His face is decked out with his trademark smirk, blending cockiness and suaveness in such an interesting fashion, no other wrestler is able to pull it off. He reaches the stairs leading into the ring and stops. Bond's gaze is removed from the ring to momentarily circle the arena. He passes random signs, anything that has the name Bond on it, and most of them degrade him. He just chuckles to himself before jogging up the steps and walking along the outside edge of the ring canvas. He wipes his boots before stepping through the ropes and walking to the center. Staring out into the crowd, his smirk has disappeared and he looks around. Camera flashes go off without a hitch and the smirk reappears. He then steps into the ring and raises an arm, as though expecting a cheer from the fans.

The Legacy Mountain settles into place as the fans cheer for this... the main event. This is what we've been building for, for six months... hell, this is what we've been building for since Hostility re-opened! Everything revolves around this match... this moment in time... this exact moment in history. The referee signals for the match to begin and the bell rings, and immediately Talon and Bond lock up!

The two jockey for position with Talon getting the upper hand backing his former best friend into the closest corner. With his fury backing him up Talon starts to lay into Bond with vicious rights and lefts! However Bond doesn't take this sort of thing lying down, or backed into a corner as the case may be. Bond starts to battle back with rights and lefts of his own, quickly hitting Talon with a modified back breaker from out of no where!

Talon goes down clutching at his back and Bond is quick to gain the advantage with boots to whatever Talon body part he can reach! Bond takes a step back to admire his handiwork and smiles as Talon struggles to stand. Hostility's resident Hero is on all fours when Bond gets a running start and punts Talon's head! Talon goes down hard and Bond's trademarked smile appears on his face. He goes and grabs the closest ladder and slides it into the ring, setting it up right underneath the trap door leading to the second tier!

Bond starts to climb and makes it to the top, unlatching the door leading to the second cage. However before he can climb through, Talon comes out of no where and smashes Bond's head into the door that he just opened! Bond looks dazed as he falls backward off the ladder. Not giving out enough punishment Talon leaps off the ladder and lands on Bond with a frog splash!

As Bond clutches his midsection in pain, Talon rolls off of Bond and grabs a chair hanging from the ceiling, a manic look in his eyes. He raises the chair and with authority brings it down across Bond's midsection! Bond yells in pain and rolls out of the ring as Talon roars in triumph, raising the chair high above his head and rallying the crowd behind him. However he's too close to the ropes and Bond grabs Talon by the leg and pulls the hero out of the ring!

Before Talon can recover Bond hits him with a hard right while clutching his ribs. Talon staggers backwards and drops the chair only to be leveled by a hard clothesline from Bond! The crowd boos as Bond rolls back inside the ring and tries to climb the ladder while clutching his ribs as well. He makes it to the top but is once again met by Talon!

The pair of them start battling back and forth the ladder shaking with the force of their punches on each other. However before either one can gain the advantage the ladder tips over, spilling both Bond and Talon into the ring! The two are slow to rise, Bond making it to his feet first followed by Talon. The two stare at each other briefly when Bond goes for The Reality Check from out of no where! Talon has the move well scouted though and easily ducks, sweeping Bond's other leg out from under him! Bond lands hard on his back and quickly rolls once more out of the ring as Talon looks to stomp a mudhole right in the middle of Bond's chest. However Talon isn't taken by surprise and launches himself in a suicide plancha right at Bond!

The two go down and Talon bounces back up, the crowd roaring in approval. Talon rolls back into the ring and sets the ladder back up right underneath the trap door. The hero climbs up, he reaches the trap door and starts to pull himself through but Bond catches his foot and pulls him back on top of the ladder! Bond reaches decks Talon on the side of the head and Talon begins to fall backwards but catches himself. Bond is now trying to get through the trap door but Talon won't let him go that easy!

The two fight for position and manage to get through the door at almost the same time! The two trade punches in the second cage when all of a sudden Bond hits a "Reality Check" from out of no where! And with Talon landing face first into the cage floor, Bond walks over takes the rope attached to cage side and ties his former best-friend to the bottom of the cage! He exit's the door on the second cage, and begins climbing on the outside, up towards the heavens above! Rung after rung he gets closer to his goal of retaining the World Title. He pulls himself up, and walks gingerly over toward the top cage and reaches out for the door. He pulls it open and walks right on inside. He pulls himself up the ladder, and stands right underneath the World Heavyweight Championship. The only thing that stands in his way now is a three-cage high building and his rival tied to the second story cage.

Chris reaches up and unlatches the belt. He holds it up high for all of the crowd too see, some are cheering for him, but most of them send out massive amounts of boos. Jeer after jeer, it's like some things never change. Bond drapes the title belt over his shoulder before climbing back down the ladder and walking out of the top cage. Bond steps over the edge of the top of the second cage and drops a foot down, searching for a link in the mesh. After a few seconds, he finds one and climbs down the wall. Then, out of nowhere, Talon drops and elbow right to his face, sending him crashing the few couple of feet to the cage top below. Talon, tied to the inside, fights for away out. Chris Bond, knocked silly, attempts to regain his surroundings. Finally, Talon frees himself, and Bond is crawling around, apparently the elbow busted him open just above his right eye. Talon steps on the center of the belt, just as Chris's hands reach out to grab it. Bond looks up, sight covered in crimson and Talon just starts wailing away. Left, right, left, right, left, right. Bond's fallen backwards and tries to protect his face, but Talon's too strong at the moment.

What was easy mere moments ago has turned into the battle that we've been wanting to see. Talon picks Chris up and whips him into the side of the second cage, sending Chris bouncing back, and 'The Hero' does it again! This time Chris doesn't bounce back to far... He goes right through the side of the cage! Chris lays about a foot away from the entrance leading toward the ladder that connects the second cage to the ring below. Talon bends down and picks the title belt, staring at his reflection... half of his war paint worn off. He's unaware that the bloodied Bond has gotten back up now and is a few feet behind him. Chris reaches out and grabs his shoulder. Talon turns around, hoping to smash the belt into Bond's face... but The World Champion ducks out of the way and Talon overreaches! Oh my! Bond grabs a hold of him and nails a belly-to-back suplex! Talon lands hard on top of the cage, the World Title laying within arm's reach next to him.

Now here's where Bond went wrong. He suplex the guy ON TOP of the cage. When Talon landed, support straps began to snap. But not enough to seriously alter the safety of the structure. But Chris Bond walking over next to Talon, reaching down and grabbing the belt... that pretty much pushed it over the edge and the next thing you know, both men are hurtling towards the ring canvas below.

Thunk.

Thunk.

Thunk.

The World Champion and the challenger are in a crater deep within the ring. The World Title is laying on the canvas. Neither man is moving... and the entire crowd is on their feet chanting "Holy Shit!" Suddenly, EMTs rush down. They're fighting with the cage down... and can't get it open. They're fumbling with the handle. It's like they've never been needed before. (Maybe it's because they're French?) Suddenly, inside the crater, there's a twitch. No, wait. It's not a twitch... Talon is pulling himself up out of the hole. He's crawling on his stomach, edging himself ever so closer to that championship belt. Bond's close behind him. Both men, war-torn and bruised, crawling out of the hole in the center of the ring and making their way to the title belt. Talon reaches it first, and edges closer to the ropes, using them to pull himself up. Bond looks up and can't believe it! He tries to pull himself up, but can't. He's out of energy completely. Talon's made it out of the ring, but he too has fallen to the floor on the outside, World Title in his hand.

Talon's able to pull himself up and starts walking around the ring. Chris is finally able to get to a knee... but Talon's got ten feet until he's at the door! Bond's realizing that he'd better do something quick, or he's lost his title. And then, without even thinking... it's like a wave of adrenaline cruising through his body... Bond bounces off the rope and runs full speed toward Talon, who notices Bond, just in time to see him jump over the top rope and crash right into him! Bond and Talon have gone down again! What a match! First they fall and crash through the ring. Then Bond takes Talon out like a mo'fuxing torpedo. Crazy.

The EMTs have left, and are back again. This time however, they manage to get the door open and go and check on both men. After about a two minute grace period, Bond slowly gets to his feet. He pushes the medical team away, and pulls Talon to his feet. Bond's face covered in fresh and dried blood, Talon's face almost completely free of his war paint... the two men battling it out once again. Both men barely able to stand, exchanging lefts and rights. Who's going to be able to pull of the win here!? Bond steps back and goes for the "Reality Check"... but Talon blocks it. He telegraphed it... and winds back and looks to nail his version of it, the "Claws of Fate" but no, Bond too sensed it coming. Instead, Bond kicks him in the gut and nails the "Attitude Adjustment"! Both he and Talon are down.

Both men have given it their all in this contest between two former best friends. They're not only fighting for their honor, and it's not merely about the World Championship. It's about respect... and after this brutal contest, both men should garner the respect of their counterpart to say the least. Finally, after what seems like an eternity... there is movement! Chris Bond is slowly struggling to his feet. But wait! So is Talon! Both men are making their way to their feet and it's only a matter of seconds before either man is able to walk out Hostility's TRUE World Champion! Face to face they come... and both men refuse to back down. They both exchange lefts and rights. It's a damn fist fight. And after a contest like this, no one can blame them. Ouch! Talon with a kick and he whips Bond back into the ring! Bond rolls over and uses his hands to push himself to his knees. Talon thinks about it, but realizes he can't make it... so he slides into the ring and pulls Bond to his feet. Both men lock up and Talon pushes Bond into the corner. There is no referee to break anything up. No pinfalls, no submissions. This match is only over when one man makes it out of the monstrosity. Talon's got Bond in some sort of headlock and signals for it to all be over! After a few shots to the abdomen, Talon hops through the ropes and gets behind Bond. He's attempting to lift him up and over the ropes with a "Wings of Destiny"! This is going to be sick! But NO! Bond is fighting out of it. He battles just enough to fall to the mat, guillotining Talon's neck over the top rope. He walks a few feet before stepping through the ropes and battling with Talon on the outside of the ring. He manages to nail a few rights causing Talon to step backwards directly onto the stairs. And with one fell swoop, Bond scoops Talon up onto his shoulders and leaps through the air... hitting him with his version of the Rolling Fireman's Carry... "THE LIVE AND LET DIE"!

Talon lands awkwardly, bouncing off from the mat-covered concrete. Bond just slides a few feet from him and both men look to be out of it. The crowd is on their feet. Though most can not stand Bond's attitude change since South of Heaven, they're totally into this beast of a match. Seconds later, Bond begins crawling over to the World Title. The door to the cage is wide open... all he's got to do is grab the belt and make his way out of the cell. Seconds after reaching the belt, Talon shows sign of life. The crowd lets out a massive cheer! Their Hero is aliiiiiiiiive! Talon's vital signs look good. He's aware of his surroundings. He props himself up, using the cage wall as support. Hostility's Hero spots the front man of the Industry crawling, he's inches away from the door. Talon fights to pull himself up! It's a battle of who wants it more! Inch after inch, Bond crawls toward retaining his title. Talon takes staggers toward Bond, hoping to regain the title that was ripped from his hands back in May. With one final yell, Talon leaps through the air, arms outstretched, trying to grab hold of Bond's foot... but he's too late. As Talon hit's the ground, inches short of the foot of his nemesis... the bell is rung. Chris Bond crawled to victory, he's retained his World Title.

"You Know My Name" blasts over the loud speakers. The fans are on their feet. Not really in protest... but not in support either. They've just witnessed possibly the greatest match of the year. Talon rolls over, his hands covering his face. He can not believe he lost with the title inches from his grasp. Chris Bond isn't really moving too much either, all he's doing is cradling his World Title in his arms. Moments later, Hostility's President James Milenko runs down from the back. It appears as if he's got something to say... but instead, he stops short of the ring... and bends down and helps up Chris Bond!? What the hell is going on here? Helping the bruised and bloodied World Champion to his feet, Chris throws and arm around the neck of the man who made the Milenkoville Slugger world renowned. The crowd lets out a show of disapproval, they can't believe their President has aligned himself with the leader of the Industry. Chris Bond looks out into the crowd before glaring down at his title belt. He slowly reaches up, signifying that he is the man to beat. Title high above his head, Chris Bond is left smirking (Of course, he's being held up by James Milenko, but that's a technicality).

Unaware of what is going down outside the caged ring, the displeased roar of the fans bring Talon back to reality. Disappointed and frustrated, Talon slowly lifts his head to glare at the World Champion, but is shocked to see the man he's been loyal to all these months... the man that he's fought for... the man that is supposed to be the leader of the good guys... holding up his nemesis. Milenko just shoots Talon a big ole evil grin, before turning Bond around and helping him every step of the way to the back. Back in the ring, Talon just sits there in utter shock... what is this world coming to?

As the Hostility logo appears on screen, the camera is angled so that Bond, with his World Title raised in the air, stands in the foreground, while Talon stares up the ramp from the ring in disbelief.