(Scene opens as Steve Harrison decked out in some snazzy sweatpants and some boots with holes in them walks towards his janitor closet slash locker room. As he begins to turn the knob he is interrupted)

Voice: Mr. Harrison, can I get a word with you?

(Harrison turns around and looks around to see if anyone else is around and points to himself)

Harrison: Me?

(The person in front of him is no other then the gorgeous interviewer Alexandra Ricci)

Ricci: Do you see anyone else around?

(Harrison shakes his head)

Harrison: No, but - nobody ever wants to talk to me. I have not met anyone here, so who are you?

Ricci: I am the HWF top interviewer and I wanted to get a few words with you before your big match tonight.

(Harrison laughs)

Harrison: Why would anyone want to talk to me, I mean Jesus I change in the damn janitor closet.

Ricci: Well there has been a lot of talk that tonight might be that first big win of your career.

(Harrison's eyes get big in surprise and he shakes his head)

Harrison: Somebody must be playing a mean joke on me.

Ricci: You have showed a lot of improvement but then you must also be worried about that masked man who attacked you last week.

(Harrison rubs his head feeling where his stitches were but left is still a big scar. He sighs and nods)

Harrison: Yea well I have no idea why anyone would attack me. I am not exactly a top guy here in the HWF. I am more like the first win for everyone else. (Laughs) But yea that attack made no sense to me since I have no enemies. People who have enemies actually are successful or have something that attacker wants. I have a pair of '95 vintage boots with holes in them and a pair of Wal-Mart sweatpants.

(Harrison points to his shirt)

Harrison: But - Hey I do have this kick ass Talon shirt!

(Ricci rolls her eyes)

Ricci: Well what do you plan on doing if this guy comes back to harm you again?

(Harrison shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly)

Harrison: Look, I am not exactly in the position to be throwing out threatening words towards this guy but I can tell you I will not be so idiotic again.

(With that Harrison opens his janitor closet, I mean locker room and walks in and you can hear banging noises as he continually runs into items, "Oh my damn shin, again.")

"Paige Johnson... seriously Sarge?"

The Hostility cameras catch up with Hugo Sterling backstage in his locker room already deep in conversation with his manager Sarge Sterling. Sarge simply sits there smirking as Hugo paces back and forth.

"Do you know how uncomfortable this can get? She's my boss... plus there's Chris Bond... then Mad Max. She sort of... got around before she settled down you know."

Sarge Sterling popped up out of his seat standing in Hugo's path staring him in the eyes.

"Don't you talk about your future mother like that Hugo."

"Future mother..." Hugo shot back. "You hooked up with her... once... and you were both drunk. She's not that much older than me Sarge."

Hugo began pacing again, thinking about the ramifications as Sarge sat back down.

"The heart wants what the heart wants Hugo."

"This is ridiculous." Hugo kept pacing, running his hand through his hair when he stopped mid pace spinning around to face Sarge.

"I got it... I have a proposition for you... a wager if you will."

Sarge looked on intently.

"If I win Legacy Mountain II... you end this right here... right now."

Sarge looked up, a glint in his eye.

"And if you lose..."

"I won't." Hugo answered. "But if I do... you carry on your merry way... if she doesn't break your heart first. Hell... if she doesn't break your heart I'll even be the best man at the wedding."

Sarge sat there contemplating this for a moment before looking up smirking.

"Deal."

Both men shook on it sealing the deal.

"Good... I don't want to hear another word about Paige Johnson until after my match. Now if you'll excuse me I have an interview to attend."

Hugo strode over to the locker room door confidently, and yanked on the door which came open a little too easily. As the door swung open Paige Johnson tumbled into the locker room. Hugo blushed and shook his head as exited the locker room leaving Sarge and Paige alone.

"What's the matter with him?" Paige questioned rolling her eyes.

"Pre-match jitters I guess." Sarge replied smiling as the scene faded out.

Last week, there was a gentlemen who came out to the sparking atmosphere of the arena all the while tripping over his cape and fumbling over the daze of shock that his brain was going through. Nobody truly knew who he was. Nobody really cared in that moment. There was too much momentum spinning in the air for Talon and Steven Steele for anyone to notice some chubby blowfish. He wasn't about to let that bother him though. How could he? This was the unreal moment of a moment coming back after disapearing for much too long. In the blink of an eye, this man went from being a customer service represenative for a satellite television company to part of the spotlight that Hostility provides. The tremendous anticipation melted his mind much too much for those in attendance to get to him.

Well that.. and a lot of xanax.

We are now here, three weeks later. South of Heaven. The biggest pay-per-view in Hostility history. This was IT. We are in an extra dressing room that Heroic Henry, his wife Sheena, and his two sons were occupying. Under the attack of a heap of nausea, distress, and anxiety from the combination of jet lag and new and unseen boundaries, Henry was forced to lay down on the couch within the room with a cold towel wrapped around his head. He couldn't believe that he was only moments away from walking through a curtain and into the hands of the wrestling world again. How could this be? Was he really capable of this? How can you possibly be capable of such high-volume psychosis when the last five years were spent sitting in a computer chair? Henry took deep inhales and excessve exhales - kind of in the style of a pregnant woman going through the crush of contractions. Sheena sat beside him while Troy creeped around the room with his spy kit suitcase. Cale sat beside Sheena reading Horace.

"Sweetheart, calm down. You wanted to do this, didn't you?"

"I'm so.. so cold, Sheena. The lights are flickering.."

"Oh shut up. You're fine. It's not like this isn't your first time doing this."

Henry pulled the towel off of his head and threw it. Unfortunately, it wound up smacking Cale in the face and sending him crashing to the floor - he never lost grip of his paperback from of Horace though. Sheena turned her head and looked down.

"I'm okay. I'm all good."

"You sure?" Troy asked. "I can perform some tests on you to see if there is any kind of damage."

"No. I don't want you touching me, Troy."

"Fair enough."

Sheena turned her head and focused her attention on Henry who was staring back at her with puppy eyes.. or sedated, drugged-up eyes. Whichever one works better in this scenario.

"I HAVE been through this before.. but it was in front of twenty people. There are thousands out there. Thousands! And they don't know me. They're going to hop over the security gate and kill my life."

"They are NOT going to kill your life, Hank. You need to just relax."

After waging a psychological battle with Henry, Sheena pulled out a prescription bottle from her gigantic purse bag thing and opened it. Sheena is known for her nervousness and edginess and she takes Xanax to calm her down when these emotions rush over her. There was nothing else she could do other than give Henry one of these. The only hesitation was that he was going to be out there wrestling while under the influence of a mental relaxer. It would probably take one punch and POW, Henry would be sleeping comfortably against the uncomfortable turnbuckle lumps. Sheena handed one Xanax to Henry and he stared down at it.

"Has it really come to THIS, Sheena? Really? I need to be drugged up everytime I go out in front of all of these people?"

"Oh shut up, it's Xanax. It's not like I pulled out a silver platter of coke lines. It's going to help you relax."

Henry looked towards Cale, but Cale couldn't give a shit. He was too busy in his own world. He then turned towards Troy.

"Do you approve of this, son?"

"I do not, Dad. Not in the slightest."

"Ya'know, I saw Quantam of Solice at Walmart the other day, Troy. I WAS going to buy it for you." Sheena said all the while grinning at Troy. Troy stared at his mother for a couple of seconds before glancing over at his father.

"I approve of this. Swallow it up and go out there. Quit your crying and beat somebody up!"

"Oy..." Henry said as he shoved his face into his palms. "Should I sign my will before I leave this room? Think really good and hard about this because I will if you feel like I may not make it out of that ring."

"Henry?" Sheena shoved the Xanax against his chest.

"Shut up?"

"I approve of this" she says with a smile.

Henry grabbed the Xanax and downed it immediately. He swallowed hard and stood up. This was to be the night that everything was going to start again. The excitement. The glory. The hero. It all began tonight. Regardless of whether or not this was going to be Henry's third appearance, this one meant more than any of them. This was the night that gave him the opportunity to really push his name out into the open, stale airwaves. He kissed his wife. He high-fived Troy. He waved at Cale. No longer thinking about the negatives. No longer thinking about what might or could happen. At that moment, the positive got the better of Henry Bigglesworth. All that being said, he was really starting to love Xanax, too.

James Milenko: Sit down, sit down!

The scene opens in James Milenko's lavish office. Across from him, Ronnie McNeil sits calmly, waiting to hear what the president wants to meet with him about.

James Milenko: Don't worry he should be here any second.

Just then, chains are heard dragging on the concrete floor. Through the adjacent glass door, Don Tiago is seen being escorted freshly released on day parole from the local precinct. With him is the usual band of guards. Two share an arm as at least three more are seen not to far behind. Without care, they open Milenko's door with Tiago's skull and roughly sit him down in a free chair.

James Milenko: Ah, my project. Might I welcome you both to South of Heaven. I hope you both are ready for one hell of a night.

Don Tiago: Stop fucking with us man, what's the deal?

Ronnie McNeil: When am I getting my belt?

The statement amuses Milenko, and he takes a minute to chuckle to himself

James Milenko: Fellas...

Ronnie McNeil: Because it's mine, and you know it! I made Jacobs submit. He tapped out to me, its mine!

Don Tiago: Bull shit homie. I pinned that son of a bitch. Just cause you were playing grab ass doesn't mean a damn thing.

A swift slap to the head by one of the guards is enough to quiet the Tiago's opinion.

James Milenko: Just worry about your matches tonight guys. Ronnie you have a big one yourself, the Extreme Title? Worry about that for now. And as for you Don, I'll be keeping an eye on you tonight. No funny business. No cheating, no dirty playing. You mess up and your done. I know you, do you like those guards around you? I can make this little vacation go away you know. Tonight is your chance to change, let's see if you do.

Don Tiago: Whatever, don't worry I got something up my sleeve...

James Milenko: Check his sleeves!

Don Tiago: It's a fucking figure of speech!

WHACK. Another slap to the dome for Tiago.

James Milenko: Get him outta here.

A smirk crosses Tiago's face as the guards pick him up from the chair. The front guard opens the door, the guards escort him outside of Milenko's office. Before closing the door, they turn Tiago around and wham the glass again onto his forehead.

Gotta love people who have fun with their jobs.

We're taken to the back to see the image of Christian Bryce. Christian is in his normal outside attire of black jeans and a tee shirt. Christian is standing outside of his locker room. A few moments later the door to his locker room opens up and out steps his little son Gabriel. Gabriel is dressed in a Hostility tee shirt and has his face painted like Talon.

Gabriel: "Daddy?"

Christian: "Yes son?"

Gabriel: "Can we get one of those big foam fingers?"

Christian: "Why?"

Gabriel: "Oh I see, so daddy's not your favorite anymore?"

Gabriel: "Daddy's favorite, Bond and Talon are cool too though."

Christian: "Okay."

Christian and Gabriel start heading down the hallway heading for the merchandise stands when they notice someone leaving their locker room. It's none other than Hugo Sterling, the Canadian Hercules himself. Christian stops Gabriel and looks at Hugo.

Christian: "Hello Mr. Sterling, it's nice to meet you. I'm Christian Bryce, this is my son Gabriel."

Seeming to be in a hurry Hugo stops, turning to face Christian and his son Gabriel, the sense of urgency disappearing.

Hugo: "Mr. Bryce . . . pleasure to finally meet you."

Hugo leans down tussling Gabriel's hair.

Hugo: "And you too young Mr. Bryce."

Christian: "Pleasure to meet you as well. Been anxious to meet a fellow serviceman."

Hugo looks up from Gabriel straightening up.

Hugo: "That's right . . . you were in the marines if I remember correctly. Sorry I haven't gotten around to introducing myself . . . kinda hectic around here lately. We may have to exchange some stories over a couple of soda pops later."

Gabriel's eyes light up at the mention of soda pops.

Gabriel: "Ohhhh . . . I like root beer."

Christian smiles and puts a hand on his son's shoulder.

Christian: "Well, we'll have to go get you one then won't we? Well it is nice to finally meet you Mr. Sterling, but I won't keep you from your preparations. Good luck tonight, maybe we can catch up after the show."

Hugo smiles at Christian Bryce and his son.

Hugo: "Please it's Hugo. And we will definitely catch up after the show. Good luck on your match too. We both might have some celebrating to do hopefully."

Christian smiles and shakes the hand of Hugo. Then urges his son down the hall following behind towards the merchandise counters.

"Sands of Time" by Deadsy begins to play over the PA system, and the crowd gives a mixed reaction as they watch the first competitor of the night makes his way out onto the stage. Sean Kage stands at the top of the ramp, and stares down at the ring while the lights in the arena begin to flash in blue. Never breaking his gaze on the ring, he quickly marches down the ramp, and climbs up the ring steps. Hopping in between the ropes, he doesn't acknowledge the crowd whatsoever. He simply goes to the corner, and shifts his menacing stare up towards the entrance curtain.

The lights in Madison Square Garden come back to normal, but only for a moment, as they dim slightly, and turn to a blueish hue. "What Have You Done" by Within Temptation starts to play over the PA system, as a bright light shines up through the stage. Out from behind the curtain, steps a figure... the intense light revealing little about his identity. He raises his arms in the air, and as he throws them down, the music hits a power chord, which seemingly activate a blue, pink, and white laser show. When the light finally dies down, Omnis Ra steps forward to the top of the ramp. Not far behind him is Alex Drevon, his cane weilding manager. Smoothly and calmly, the two men walk down to the ring. Once there, Omnis hops up to the ring apron, and jogs over to the nearest corner. He climbs up to the top turnbuckle and poses for the crowd as gold glitter falls from the ceiling above him. Once the showboating is over, Omnis jumps down into the ring, and gives Kage a look of death.

The all-too-familiar opening riff to Beck's "Loser" begins playing and the shaggy, depressed looking Steve Harrison walks from the back with his head down low. He slowly walks towards the ring as the fans give him absolutely no response. As always, he trips slightly when he gets to the ring, and looks around as fans at ringside begin to laugh at him. He sighs and rolls into the ring and leans against the turnbuckle whilst rubbing his goatee. As he waits like everyone else, for the arrival of the fourth and final competitor in this Opportunity Knocks, Elimination Match, Harrison can't help but notice that while everyone else is waiting... they're also laughing at him.

Amidst the laughter at Steve Harrison's expense, "Yes Please" by Muse starts up, and all attention is turned to the entrance curtain. Eventually, the curtain is pushed aside, and out comes the man behind the Guy Fawkes mask... Everything Begins Again. He storms the ring, and slides in under th bottom rope. He stares over at Steve Harrison, who has been having troubles of late with masked men. The new-comer slumps back in the corner, as EBA cocks his head to the side, and inches his way closer.

The haunting sound of a orchestra strings section slowing building echoes through the arena as Synester Gates's smashes through with electric guitar. Coming from the back comes Christian Bryce decked out in his camo gear. Christian makes his way to the center of the stage and looks around smirking at the crowd as they cheer. Christian breaks out into a full spring running to the ring and sliding up under the bottom rope. Christian pops to his feet looking around at the crowd one more time walking over to a corner to wait for his opponent.

With all five men in the ring, the referee calls for the bell. Right off the bat, EBA rushes Harrison, who quickly ducks out to the floor at ringside. EBA slides out after him, leaving Kage and Omnis to renew their acquaintances from two weeks ago. The two men immediately begin throwing bombs at each other. Omnis lands a stinging right hand, to which Kage counters with a punishing right of his own. Back and forth, the two newest members of the Hostility roster trade blows; neither of them giving up an inch. But as the battle drags on, Omnis starts to gain the upper hand, landing shots, and blocking everything coming back his way... but Christian Bryce slides in, clotheslining both of them! He motions for Omnis Ra to get up, before hitting him with another clothesline as the fans 'ooh' and 'aah'. He hits another one on Sean Kage before Omnis Ra comes from behind, nailing Bryce in the back of the head and sending him to the mat. Taking the advantage, Kage rises to his feet and chops Ra across the chest before Irish whipping him into the ropes.

Omnis remains hung up on the rope, and Kage capitalizes by rolling him over, and hooking his legs under his arms. He then falls backwards, forcing Omnis' neck upwards, where it collides with the second rope. Omnis begins flopping around the ring, gasping for air, much to the delight of Sean Kage.

On the outside, EBA is still in hot pursuit of Steve Harrison, who is doing everything he can to keep his distance from the masked man. He tosses chairs, ring steps, commentators... everything... in the path of EBA in hopes of slowing him down. However, as the masked man's name implies... everything begins again, and in this case, for Steve Harrison, this match begins... finally. Backed into the corner of the ringside area, Harrison watches in horror as EBA steps within inches of him. Again, the masked man stares at the lovable loser; his head cocked to the side. Suddenly, out of fear and desperation, Harrison launches a missile like right hand at the Guy Fawkes mask. Unfortunately, EBA grabs Harrison's arm out of midair, and flips him onto his back with a powerful judo toss. Harrison lies there for a moment, stunned, but alive. But his moment of rest doesn't last long as EBA peels him up off the floor, and sends him crashing into the ring post.

The sound of head-off-metal draws the attention of Sean Kage, who has Omnis slumped in the corner. Kage watches as EBA leaps on top of Harrison and starts wailing away on him, but quickly turns his sights back on the 'Enlightened One'. He grabs Omnis by the head and drags him from the corner, setting him up for a side effect. However, Omnis comes to life at the most opportune time, and drives countless elbows to the side of Kage's head. The vicious elbow shots do the trick, as Kage releases his grip on Omnis. Omnis slowly staggers away from Kage, trying to regroup his thoughts. Shaking out the cobwebs, he takes aim at Kage, and charges forward for a clothesline. However, Kage is quick to react and ducks down, scooping Omnis up onto his shoulders. Omnis fights to free himself once again, but it's no good. Kage twirls Omnis around, and drops him with a Samoan Neckbreaker... right before eating a spear from Christian Bryce! Bryce lets loose a battle cry as he picks Sean Kage up and devastates him with a forearm, sending him flying backward.

He then points to Omnis Ra, lifting him and... SEMPER FI! Omnis Ra is down and out, all thanks to Christian Bryce! He quickly makes the cover, and the referee slides in to check the shoulders.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!

Christian Bryce has gotten the first pinfall of the evening, and the Opportunity Knocks Elimination Match loses its first man.

ELIMINATED: OMNIS RA via PINFALL

With the opening match now down to four men, things start to get a little more interesting. The opportunity is knocking that much louder, and all four men hear it loud and clear. Well, three of them do anyway... Steve Harrison is lying in a heap on the floor outside the ring. Inside the ring is a different story. Sean Kage watches as Omnis is pulled from the ring, and beams with pride over his rival being removed. However, the smile is wiped from his face as soon as he turns around, with Christian Bryce approaching and possibly even looking to nail another Semper Fi, this time on Sean Kage. Bryce trips and falls to the mat, victim of a trip grab from EBA, who slides into the ring and rushes past Bryce.

EBA is right there, and connects with a jaw shattering uppercut that plants Kage on his ass. Dazed, Kage is easy prey for EBA, who pulls him back to his feet, only to deliver another open-palmed uppercut. Again, Kage drops to the canvas, but this time, EBA jumps on top of him and begins to choke the life out of him. The referee quickly steps in to stop him, but EBA refuses to stop. This forces the ref's hand into starting the obligatory five count.

ONE...
TWO...

The crowd is booing and hissing, clearly against EBA's underhanded tactics. But suddenly, the mood in the arena changes. The boos stop, and are replaced by... a universal, over-exaggerated sigh. Away from the action, Steve Harrison is back on his feet, and he slides into the ring.

THREE...
FOUR...

The masked superstar is about to be disqualified, but for some reason... honor, perhaps... Harrison rushes over and shoves EBA off of Kage, at the same time as Christian Bryce aims a drop kick, but it nails Kage in the back instead! Without a moments hesitation, Harrison then drops down and hooks the far leg, attempting to pin Sean Kage. The referee drops down beside them, and makes the count.

ONE!
TWO!
THR... NO!!!

EBA is back on his feet in an instant, and exacts his revenge with a well placed stomp to the back of Harrison's head. 'The Failure' as he has come to be called, rolls off of Kage, and ends up in the corner. EBA stalks Harrison, a snicker coming from beneath the mask, as Christian Bryce swoops in and secures a leg lock onto Sean Kage. The victim of this howls out in pain as Bryce focuses all of his strength on his leg... SEAN KAGE TAPS!

Two men down, only two more to go.

ELIMINATED: SEAN KAGE via SUBMISSION

It looks to be academic here, as EBA is left alone in the corner with the biggest underdog in the history of professional wrestling. He begins to stalk Harrison, who unwarily pulls himself to his feet. He stumbles backwards, and runs into EBA. Slowly, Harrison turns his head and looks over his shoulder, only to see the white face of Guy Fawkes staring him in the eyes. Like a bat out of hell, Harrison sprints away from EBA, only to bounces off the ropes unintentionally, and rebound straight into a hard clothesline. He drops to the mat like a sack of potatoes, and begins to push himself backwards, away from his final opponent. A gentle shove with his boot shows that EBA is merely toying with Harrison, who is in a state of shock and fear. He continues to push backwards until his back meets the ropes.

A laugh cna be heard coming from behind the mask as EBA closes in on Harrison, who has nowhere to run. But then, the least anticipated action is taken. Harrison kicks out his leg, connecting with EBA's gut. The masked man steps back, and the laughter turns to a furious growl. He advances on Harrison again, but with the same result. For a third time, EBA lurches forward, but Harrison rolls forward and climbs to his feet. Taken by surprise, EBA turns around, and walks right into a hard right hand. The punch stuns him momentarily, leaving him open for a running shoulder block. EBA stays om his feet, which might not be the best place to be, as he is clobbered by another shoulder block. This time he drops to the mat, but quickly rises once again. Once on his feet, EBA shakes out the cobwebs just in time to be sent back to the canvas with a standing dropkick.

Christian Bryce leans against the ropes, shaking his head before charging into battle and nailing Harrison, kicking him right out of the ring with a missile dropkick! It's just Bryce and EBA now as Bryce takes it to the masked man with lefts and rights, before snapping off a suplex! EBA is dazed... hang on, he's going for another suplex! Bryce goes for the quick pin!

ONE...
TWO...
THR-No!!! The Fawkesian nightmare gets a shoulder up, just in the nick of time as even the bellkeeper was getting ready to ring it on that one! Christian Bryce gets to his feet and lifts the dazed EBA up... he's going for the Semper Fi on EBA! He tries to swing the momentum back, but EBA manages to jam an elbow into Bryce's chest before reversing it and plowing Christian Bryce into the mat with a reversal of his own finisher! EBA goes for the cover as the sold-out arena boos and hisses at him.

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

And just like that, it's down to two...

ELIMINATED: CHRISTIAN BRYCE via PINFALL

Harrison slides into the ring as they pull Bryce out, taking the fight to EBA and kicking him in the side of the head, taking the masked man, the fans, and even himself by surprise as he seems to have leveled the masked man!

The crowd, hating EBA more so than Harrison, start to get behind the winless wonder. Harrison, feeling loved for the first time ever, gets a big smile on his face. He waits for EBA to regain his vertical base, and then flips him over with a snapmare, followed by a running knee to the back of the head. EBA falls to his side, grabbing the back of his head and groaning in discomfort. Harrison can't believe it... he's actually in control of a match. That has never happened before. Overly excited, he pulls EBA to his feet, and sends him off the far ropes with an Irish whip. Harrison ducks down for a back body drop, but telegraphs it. EBA sees it coming a mile away, and stops short. The masked man cocks his leg back, and swings for the fences with a massive kick to the head... but the connection fails. Harrison sidesteps the kick, and delivers a sloppy looking neckbreaker.

EBA looks to be in serious trouble, which is hard to believe considering the opponent that started this rally. Harrison, chastising himself for his error moments ago, reverses the roles and now begins to stalk EBA. He waves his hands in the air, wanting the crowd to get fired up as he prepares to unleash the most devastating maneuver in his arsenal. Whatever it is... I have no clue, and I'm pretty sure, neither does Harrison. He just continues to wave his hands around, and tip-toe around behind EBA.

Suddenly, there is a disturbance in the front row, and Harrison's gaze stretches out past the kneeling EBA, to another masked man hopping over the guardrail. THIS masked man is wearing a black ski mask, and might be remembered as the man that took out Harrison two weeks ago. Harrison quickly throws the match out of his mind, and approaches the ropes. He yells at the new masked man, demanding that he leave the ringside area. The referee is also right there, demanding he leave. However, in Harrison's angered state, he gets his hand up into the referee's face, momentarily blinding him. The referee ducks back into the ring, rubbing his freshly poked eye.

With the ref's back turned, the ski-masked man pulls a mini-baseball bat from his track pants and cracks Harrison in the shin, the same shin that Harrison injured in his janitorial locker room. Harrison starts to bounce around on one foot, holding his aching shin in his hands. He starts to moan, a la Family Guy, which draws a chuckle from the crowd. However, for Harrison, this is no laughing matter. For as he bounces on the spot, he stumbles and trips. He turns as he falls, and catches a boot to the midsection from the now-recovered EBA. With Harrison doubled over, EBA grabs a hold of him, and proceeds to deliver a modified piledriver facebuster.

Steve Harrison's face bounces off the canvas, rendering him out of commission. All that is left to do, is for EBA to roll him over and hook the leg, which he does. The referee stands there blinking his eyes for a moment, still trying to get his eyesight back, but a shout from EBA alerts him to the situation. He drops to his knees, and checks the shoulders before making the count.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!

The referee calls for the bell as EBA rises to his feet. The crowd boos as the referee holds up the hand of the winner, for whom everything begins again... this time with an opportunity. And while he came up short... as always, Steve Harrison proved, on this night, that he might not be such a loser after all.

WINNER: EVERYTHING BEGINS AGAIN via PINAFLL

(A visibly smug Everything Begins Again throws the referee's arm away from his, lowering from his victorious pose as he postures around the ring for a moment, regaining his breath as he stares around the arena through sadistic eyes. He takes a step towards the referee, menacingly, but backs down as he drops to his back. With a shrug, the masked man picks his discarded suit jacket from the floor, sliding it over his shoulders and adjusting his tie back into pristine condition. Finally, he saunters his way to the timekeeper's table, selecting a microphone from the table. He picks it up, clutching it tight in his fist as struts back to the ring steps and ducks in through the ropes. Everything Begins Again clears his throat, waiting for the crowd to settle down.)

EBA: Shut up shut up SHUT UP!

(He screams this not as if trying to draw a negative reaction from the crowd, but instead it sounds like a legitimate plea. Instead of the expected booing, in fact, the crowd silences themselves, only the uneasy buzz of speculation remaining in the air... just idle chatter. He clears his throat again, shaking his head as if trying to get some of the cobwebs out.)

EBA: There is a lot of... emotion... flowing through me right now. A lot of thoughts in my head, jackhammering around like some kind of traffic jam in my skull. So pardon me if I seem a little... unhinged. The fact of the matter is that... tonight? Everything truly does begin again. It's not some kind of cheap hype line, or some sort of cryptic metaphor mean to get you all buzzing in your chairs. Tonight, it all... begins... again. Everything I have worked for... has failed. Everything I have tried to accomplish was for fucking NOTHING. And so while tonight, you all get your money's worth by watching the mysterious masked man finally give you the "BIG REVEAL", I get to unclasp this monstrosity from my face, look myself in the mirror, and realize that the problem has never been my pride. It has never been my ego. The problem, right from the start, is everyone in this arena.

(There is some audible booing at this, and some assorted jeering from within the crowd. For the most part though, the audience in attendance remains docile, hearing out the words barely being spoken at a whisper. He closes his eyes for a moment, concentrating, before he adjusts the microphone to his offhand and continues.)

EBA: You can boo if you like. I'm not out here to gain your approval, or sell tickets. Not tonight. And not ever again. I've been a tool for so long... a weapon, being wielded in the wrong hands. When I signed with Hostility, I was brought in with the distinct purpose of pissing off the people James Milenko didn't like. He used me. And then I gave Mad Max a shot... same bullshit, different pitch. Paige Johnson, Chris Bond, Talon, all these people have used me as a stepping stool, or a patsy, or a pawn... as a tool to further careers and sell tickets and boost pay-per-view buyrates. But see... that period of my career is over. From now on, I'm in business for myself. I'm in business for my own interests, starting right here tonight. So I can stand here and I can blame every single one of you for the madness in my eyes, and I can do it without concern over how many shows it sells out. I can tell you the truth. I can blame you for the rage in my voice, and the sorrow in my fucking soul... because as much as the rest of this company used me for their own gains and misgivings, the most guilty parties in the battle for my sanity are staring right back at me right now.

You people. With your open wallets and your closed minds, needing to be entertained and distracted from your own pathetic lives week in and week out that you take whatever horseshit they hand to you and smile as you take a big, hearty fucking bite. You're always after the next big thing, the next glorious championship run. And you cheer and you cheer and you scream your fucking heads off as long as the camera light is blinking red. "WE LOVE TALON!" you scream, "WE LOVE HUGO STERLING AND CHRIS BOND AND YADA DA DADA DA DADA!" Well FUCK YOU. What about me? Huh? What about John Beck, and Curtis Knight, and Travis Williams? For fuck's sake, what about Peter Gilmour? How quickly you forget about the other men in line who fought for your attention and your approval. I wake up every day of my life with my body hurting in ways you could never understand, but the second I disappear from Hostility television... you forget. I'm nothing but a human highlight reel for the accomplishments of guys like Talon. I'm nothing but a small blip on someone else's career radar. Not because the company has erased me from existence... not because of some cover up conspiracy to get rid of me. No... because you people have forgotten me. Well tonight, you're a part of history, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight, you're going to remember once and for all just who in the hell I am.

(He reaches up toward his face, as the buzz in the crowd becomes a dull roar. Around the arena, camera flashes begin to go off in blinding fashion, as ever ass in the arena leaves its respective seat. But instead of pulling away the mask, the masked man laughs, lowering his hand from his face.)

EBA: You see? Sheep. Fucking sheep. Looking for your next big thrill. But before we get to the big surprise, I'd like to make a declaration of intent for the thousand here in attendance tonight, and the many watching from around the world. I'm not coming back here because I have to. I'm not under someone's thumb this time around. By the time tonight is over, we will have new champions. We will have new enemies. And we may even have a new direction for this face of this company. But one thing above all else is going to remain true, no matter what else changes over the course of South of Heaven. You will remember this as the moment that everything changed. That Everything fucking Began Again. Because when I get rid of this cheap suit and this plastic disgrace of a mask? You're left with something far more sinister. Something far more terrifying. You're left with a broken, beaten fucking man who's tired of being broken and beaten.

You're looking at a former Project: Violence World Champion...

(There is a humming of excitement from the crowd.)

EBA: You're looking at a former sVo World Champion...

(The excitement grows louder, the crowd now getting appropriately hostile as the rumors begin to hold true.

EBA: And you are looking at a future Hostility World Heavyweight fucking Champion. You are looking at the most hostile man in the history of this company, and for good fucking reason. Steve Steele thought he had ended it all for me...

(The crowd is now completely whipped into a frenzy, as the masked man reaches for his face, this time putting a little more than just the tip in. He unclasps the monstrosity from the back of his head, throwing it down onto the canvas as the crowd becomes animalistic.)

EBA: But it was always destined...to begin... again.... for Michael Polowy.

(His face finally revealed, the infamous Michael Polowy stands staring out into the crowd, his usual smug smirk replaced by a look of unspeakable anger. He chuckles, a sardonic, guttural, almost evil laugh that seemed almost too eager to escape. He tosses the microphone callously aside, adjusting his tie as he drops to his knees and then to his back, rolling under the ropes and out of the ring. The crowd can't believe it, cheering on wildly despite themselves as he makes his way back up the ramp, disappearing behind the curtain.)

We return to Henry's lockerroom where we now see Cole and Troy passed out on the floor. A half empty bag of cool ranch doritos lay on Cole's stomach while a un-wound yo-yo rests in the lifeless right hand of Troy. We were now only mere minutes away from one of the biggest moments in Henry's life. This was the biggest horse he has ever rode on and there was a horrid sense of uncertainty traveling through his veins. It took everything out of Sheena to soothe her husband but that seemingly wasn't even enough. When we left off, Sheena threw her hands up in the air and gave up on doing things naturally. Yes, it was time for pharamaceutical remedy. Sheena pulled out a Xanax bar from her prescription bottle and handed it over to Henry. Naturally, this would be more than enough for someone as anxietized as Henry.

Unfortunately, we weren't living in a natural moment. We were in some kind of fabricated web in a virtual reality. Without advising Sheena of it, Henry snuck in her purse while she was tending to the kids and pulled out a second Xanax. He shoved it down his throat and dealt with the sensation of a dry tablet skidding down his mock lubricated throat. He sat down for a minute and let the calm soak into his mindset, but he realistically didn't have to even think about it for it to set in. This wasn't exactly the weakest stuff you could get. Even though he felt like he could get up and fight the biggest beast on the planet at this point, he felt like he wanted to sit down. He turned his head towards Sheena and his eyelids started feeling like iron curtains. He tipped back slightly - caught completely off guard - and immediately tapped back into his conscious when Sheena turned around to face him.

"Act normal Hank, Act normal.." is all he could muster within.

"This arena... it's so strange.."

Where this statement came from, we'll never know. It likely sprang out from the crevices of his asshole and the only explanation for that explanation is that it really had no substance or meaning behind it. It was just one of those akward moments where you force yourself to say something just to cut the cheese of silence.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Quick", he thought, "Change the damn subject!"

"I mean, I am so ready for tonight. I can't wait to finally get out there."

"Weird. Wasn't your skin crawling just thirty seconds ago?"

"Yes.. yes it was."

Henry slapped the bench and stood up quickly. This caused Troy to suddenly sit up out of a deep sleep. He stared at his father who was now doing some kind of weird combination of a jig, the macarena, and the "tsunami" - a dance manuever that involves swinging your arms around all the while spinning. He actually thought that up in high school.. and strangely is still doing it in his 32nd year of life. Sheena just sat there, her hands neatly placed in her lap, frozen in an astonished gaze.

"Don't you just feel like dancing sometimes, Beaner? I feel like dancing all night!"

Henry suddenly ran into the lockerrom bathroom. Sheena turned around..

"What the feck are you doing, for jesus' sake?!"

Henry glided out of the bathroom, wearing a wound-up towel on his head. Cartwheeling back to where he was, Troy and Cole rolled out of the way of destruction to keep themselves from being obliterated by the biggle bagel. Henry went back to where he was and starting singing a techno version of "The Circle of Life" - continuing his crazy-person dance.

"I'm tired of feeling scared! I'm tired of being paranoid about how many ligaments I am going to tear out there tonight! Who cares?! Tonight is the start of the rest of my life! How about you?!"

"...Um, Hank? Yeah, remember me? I'm you're WIFE? I don't know what has gotten into you.. but we're going to be spending A LOT of money on therapy for the kids if you don't stop what you're doing."

"The kids? Are you kidding me? Look at them! They're lovin' it!"

We focus on Troy and Cole. It was a picture-perfect moment, as both of them sat there with their mouths wide open. A drop of drool from Troy's bottom lip splashed on top of Cole's hand, but neither of them bothered to care. This was too strange of a moment for a little bit of salivation to get in the way. We focus back on Henry who has stopped dancing - suddenly, as it seems, Henry starts to feel like a dumb ass.

"Okay, maybe that was a tad overboard."

"Yeah.. maybe a tad." Sheena says with a relieved exhale.

Then suddenly, Henry pulls the towel off of his head and begins to twirl it up.

"So I think it's time we had a towel whipping war!!"

"WHAT?"

The scene fades.

Don Tiago's head is already split open before he even steps foot into a ring. He already can tell this is going to be one hell of a night. Being escorted away from Milenko's office, and towards the pre-made holding cell that seems to pop up in every arena Hostility travels to, Tiago is finally alone with his baby-sitters. Seeing that a chance for negotiation is upon him, he speaks up.

Don Tiago: So... what's your guy's names.

Fat Officer: I'm Barney. The little skinny guy holding your left arm is Cale, the one tightening your chains behind you is Fred. I was the one hitting the back of your head, I hope you don't mind, but he pays us extra for that kind of stuff.

Cale: The door was my idea.

Barney: Ya Cale we know. He likes to feel important sometimes.

Don Tiago: What about the numb nuts in the back?

Barney: Don't worry about them, if you haven't noticed Milenko likes to hire local guards to come and help us. I think thats his way of giving back to the community or something.

Fred: Real generous guy, that Milenko.

Barney: Hey he's helping me pay off my second mortgage.

Cale: I'm gonna buy myself a Volkswagen Beetle!

The whole group including Tiago stops and stares at Cale. Thoughts of life, and how fucking retarded this kid is, can be heard in the silence.

Don Tiago: Anyway... what if I said I could make your pockets a little fatter.

Cale: I don't know man, I have Cheetos in my left pocket, and Twizzlers in my right... they're pretty full as it is.

Barney: Shut. The. Fuck. Up... What do you got in mind?

Don Tiago: Well what if.. during the match, I feel as if I need a little bit of... a boost?

Fred: I am not touching your ass.

Don Tiago: No.. you think you could pick me up? Do I look like a doughnut to you? No! I'm talking about a little bit of.. mechanical help..

Cale: I think your talking to the wrong people for that. Let's just take him to Simon Mark's dressing room. He's talking about ass touching and mechanical help anyway. I think he's the man that could help him out with that kinda stuff.

Don Tiago: A wire cutter, a FUCKING wire cutter. That's what I want. I will pay each of you a hefty amount to just have one wire cutter for me during the match. I might use it, I might not. Either way your going to be making extra fucking dough for doing nothing like you do already.

Cale: I love cookie dough!

Again... Crickets...

Barney: That sounds like a deal Mr. Tiago. I think we could find something lying around here from stage crew. We'll have something for you if you need it, no worries.

Whack! Another slap in the back of the head.

Don Tiago: What the fuck man!

Barney: Sorry, gotta act the part. If the boss knows we're in cahoots, my job goes bye bye.

The trio throws Tiago into the lone jail cell. Tiago sits patiently, getting his head in the right mind set for what is to come. What an interesting night this will be.

Cale: Hey guys I'll be back in a jiffy, Simon Marks said he wanted to show me something. Think it's some toys?

Cale jogs off into the distance, as the smell of prison rape fills the air.

The Hostility cameras head backstage to find Alexandra Ricci standing in front of a South of Heaven backdrop.

Alexandra Ricci: "Good evening Hostilites... I'm here right now with one of the competitors in tonight's Legacy Mountain II match. He'll be competing against seven other Hostility Superstars, fighting for a shot at the Hostility World Championship at any time of his choosing. A true rising star, fresh off an impressive winning streak during the Canadian tour, still a rookie in every right, and reigning Fedwars Platinum Prestige Champion... 'The Canadian Hercules'... Hugo Sterling."

Hugo Sterling walks onto the set, sporting his new ring gear, red trunks with an emblazoned S symbol, the Platinum Prestige Championship hanging off of his shoulder, his trademark grin from ear to ear.

Hugo Sterling: "Why thank you for the kind words Alexandra... I gotta say it's great to be taking part in the new Hostility's biggest Pay per View... South of Heaven. Especially since it's on the biggest stage of them all... Madison Square Gardens."

Alexandra Ricci: "First off Hugo... looking good. What's up with the new ring attire, any reason why you've switched from your usual Canadian patriotic look?"

Hugo looks Alexandra up and down grinning before answering.

Hugo Sterling: "Not looking too bad yourself Miss Ricci."

Alexandra blushes a little before clearing her throat and holding the mic up for Hugo.

Hugo Sterling: "Most people will come out here and here and talk about the big show, and its time for a change and blah blah blah, but I'm not going to do that Alexandra. It's true, I'm a proud Canadian, but I'm not going to come out here in front of the American fans and push my Canadian heritage on them... we don't do that. I'm a wrestler... plain and simple, and that's how I want to be seen first and foremost."

Alexandra Ricci: "Getting down to business, you've been on quiet the winning streak since you joined Hostility, losing one triple threat match, and going on to win the next seven, one of them to capture the Fedwars Platinum Prestige Championship, another one against Tripp Whipwreck the man that you sidelined and one of your competitors tonight, and two more against the two men that are in line for the Hostility World Championship... Steven Steele and Cody Williams. Your thoughts?"

Hugo Sterling: "First off Alexandra... seven wins that sounds good... is it impressive... probably not. There have been a lot longer winning streaks, and mine could possibly end tonight for all we know. As you said earlier there are seven other Hostility Superstars in this match tonight, and they're superstars for a reason. But of those other matches that you did mention; Tripp Whipwreck beat himself and sidelined himself, the Platinum Prestige match was a hard fought battle and I can't take anything away from Paul Sampson, now Steven Steele and Cody Williams I simply beat their egos... plain and simple."

Alexandra Ricci: "Appropriate that you ended with Steven Steele and Cody Williams, depending on how tonight goes; those are two guys that you could find yourself tangling with in the near future if you win tonight. So... if you do win, do you have any idea when you would plan on cashing in your Hostility World Title shot?"

Hugo smirks as he runs his hands through his hair.

Hugo Sterling: "Now that would be telling wouldn't it? All I'm going to say is that I have to keep my cards on the table and see what options I have. Now I'm sure the fans would love to see a replay of Hugo Sterling versus Steven Steele..."

The fans erupt at the possibility of seeing that match again.

Hugo Sterling: "Or I'm sure the fans would love to see me mop the floor with Cody Williams again."

An even bigger cheer goes up at this suggestion. Hugo pauses contemplating his next words.

Hugo Sterling: "Or how about Hugo Sterling... versus... Talon?"

The loudest cheer goes out at the possibility of two of the heroes of Hostility having a match. Alexandra Ricci stares past Hugo with a bit of a look of warning on her face.

Hugo Sterling: "He's behind me isn't he?"

Ricci nods her head. Hugo turns around smirking as Talon stands there smirking himself.

Talon: "Hey Champ."

Hugo Sterling: "Same to yourself Champ... or is that Champ squared now? Congrats on the Fedwars win by the way"

Talon chuckled as he adjusted the Fedwars Unified Championship strap hanging off his shoulder.

Talon: "I come out here to wish you luck on your match tonight, and what do I hear... a challenge?"

Talon looks up at the bigger man with a sheepish grin on his face. Hugo brushes his hair out of his face as the fans go nuts.

Hugo Sterling: "Just weighing my options T. I sure sounds like the fans would like it though."

The Hostility World Champion stands there rubbing his chin before he looks back up to Hugo.

Talon: "Well tell you what... belt or no belt... title shot or no title shot... who are we to deny the fans what they want."

Talon extends his hand in good gesture as Hugo looks at it smiling. Hugo grabs the offered hand enthusiastically shaking it.

Hugo: "Who knows... maybe we tag up and take the Wrestling Squared Championship too?"

The crowd erupts as the scene fades on the two Fedwars champions shaking hands.

We cut, yet again, to the backstage where we see Henry's wife frantically marching down one of the halls. Knocking on dressing room doors and shouting 'Hank' loudly into the opening air, it was safe and obvious to say that she was searching for him. Sheena turned away from Henry for a split second to deal with an argument of immaturity between Troy and Cole and then turned around to find vacancy in place of where Henry was. Tagging slowly behind, Cole and Troy were the half assed section of the search party. Cole was too busy knocking into the walls and tripping over equipment all the while playing his Nintendo DS to really put himself inside of the situation at hand. Troy, on the other hand, thought this was a quest. He was sneaking around, like a stealthy marine in the tall grass of war-waging territory.

'Henry.. I swear to God, if you don't get back here... I am going to have your head and your bal--- your butt on a platter!' Sheena screamed as she kept walking, picking up her pace and slamming her feet slightly harder and harder onto the floor the angrier and more frustrated she became.

'Mom... Mom... Mamma... Mom... Mama.. Mommy... Mom...' Troy looked up to see if she was listening. She wasn't. The seven calls for her seemed to all get blocked by some kind of force field of disgust. This didn't stop him as he continued to walk behind her. 'Mom? Momma? Mooooooom? Mommmmmy!'

Sheena spun around quicker than Troy's mind could register as he stepped back, tripped over his shoes, and fell onto his ass. He looked up at her as Sheena bent over and went completely death-metal, Cannibal Corpse, on him.

'WHAAAAAATTTT DOOOO YOU WANNNNNNT?!'

Troy just stared, his lip shaking lightly, as Cole's attention was miraculously caught in the process as well. He lowered his DS to his side and raised his index finger slowly past his mother's presence. Sheena didn't bother to pay attention as she was magnetically stuck to Troy. Troy gulped, a teeny grin peeling grin across his face, as he started to point past her too. All he could muster was two words.

'Mission Accomplished!'

'What are you talking about...' Sheena slowly turns around and sees a blinding, colorful wave streaming toward her at a turbulent, doom-speed pace. Everything slows down for a minute and we see an over-excited, massively massive figure making running strides down the hallway. Is it the chupacabra? Is it Blade Runner? Nope. Worse. It was the biggle bagel himself, Henry. The slow motion effect made everything in the highest form of definition. His jowls opening up, rottweiler slop flying out of his mouth like shotgun bullets of foamy madness, eyes wide open, and the aura of a man finally losing touch with the elder within and coming back to full circle that is his youth.

It was the most beautiful thing anyone could ever witness. The camera switches back to Sheena's expression; her eyes growing large as half dollars, both of her hands smacking against her cheeks and her head shaking to the left and right. A baritone, 'Noooooooooooo', glided out of her mouth as she grabbed both of her kids and shielded them like a raging fire was only inches from their flesh. We suddenly switch back to fast motion and before there is any kind of collision, Henry leaps over the three frightened family members with a hollering 'Waaaaahh Hooooo'.

From the corner of the camera's view, a man in his early 40's - dressed down in a casual tuxedo (if there is such a thing) - enters from a door and is caught in the psychotic mix. He turns his head, his mouth gapes open, and he holds his hands up but it's not enough to stop the hero train. Henry, in midair, collides into him with such force that the camera shakes and the portraits on both walls tremble. The man doesn't have the option to scurry away and literally gets pancaked by Henry. The whole scene is comparable to a tsunami wave crashing into the Statue of Liberty. The man tips over from the indestructible weight of Henry and crashes onto the floor with a sickening smack. Henry topples on top of him with a soon-to-be memorable sheena-shriek following.

The dust clears and Henry rolls off of the man who is now unconscious and quite possibly dead. Sheena storms over to her husband and holds out her hands, unable to convert her thoughts to words. Henry looks up, slightly dazed and in such a way that it looks like he is sugar crashing. He looks down at the man and then back up at Sheena. Troy lets out an excited scream.

'That was fricken' amazing!'

'Watch your mouth, Troy. Your father is totally NOT being amazing right now. What were you THINKING?!'

Henry got on one knee, coughed out some more dust, and shrugged his shoulders.

'So.. I got kind of carried away.. that and I think I may have taken one too many of those calm-me-down pills.'

Sheena places her balled fists on her waist.

'How many did you take Henry?'

Henry shrugs again.

'I mean.. enough to.. you know.. almost kill my family and mash this guy..' Henry taps the man's knee '..into the ground.'

'That guy is the president of Madison Square Garden. Scott O'Neil? Ever heard of him? The multi-millionaire? Yeah, that's who you killed.'

Henry looks down at him and we glance over at Cole whose Ninteno DS could've been involved in a horrible garbage compactor incident and he wouldn't care. He stood there, a look of awe and usual confusion on his face, and looked up at his mother.

'I apologize mom, but that was one of the coolest things I have ever seen.'

'Oh.. death is cool to you now, Cole?'

Cole pauses and thinks for a second.

'No.. no, death isn't cool. If he is dead, then I will take away what I said. Sorry sir, if you're dead.'

Sheena stares at Henry with a red-hot glare of discontent and all Henry can do at this point is smile.

'Well.. if anything, I'd say this was GOOD practice.'

'I swear to God Hank, if I don't kill you soon enough.. it will be the death of ME.'

'Well we wouldn't want that, honey. You can kill me if you don't want to die. I'm fine with that.'

'Please, just do me a favor. Don't talk. Go take a hot shower, sober up, and get ready for your match. I don't want to hear about how nervous you are because, let's face it, your jumping jack flash stunts convince me otherwise at this point.'

Henry gets up, coughs again, and wipes himself down. He turns around and starts walking back to his dressing room. The camera pans on his ass... where there is a tear in his pants, baring pale white protoplasm. He quickly spins around, a massive grin on his face, and quickly points at his disapproved wife.

'Still love me right?!'

'Yes.. yes, I still love you.. even though you are a complete dumbass.'

'MOM!' Cole shouts. 'That word is not allowed!'

'When we're discussing your father, it most certainly is. Now, let's all go back to the dressing room, spray down your father, and inform the maintenance crew that they have to revive a human being tonight. Thank your father for this mess.'

Simultaneously, both kids do as they're told.

'THANKS DAD!'

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. He makes his way down the ramp to the ring, winking at some members of the front row audience and cheekily saluting others. He eyes the Legacy Mountain structure warily as he passes underneath the lowering cage. Johnny then climbs up the steps into the ring and makes his way through the ropes. He then makes his way to the turnbuckle across from him and climbs it. From the top of the turnbuckle, Johnny Donovan surveys the audience around him, nodding to himself before spreading his hands in a pose. After a few seconds of posing, Johnny Donovan climbs down from the turnbuckle and awaits for his opponents.

The lights in the arena go out as Step Up by Drowning Pool starts. As [the lead singer] shouts Go a Red spot light drops onto Xavier and Satana, Standing on the stage. After a moment Xavier runs to the ring ignoring the fans and the fast-lowering structure, and slides under the bottom rope. Once in the ring Xavier poses to mixed cheers. When his music ends he removes his priest's robes and waits for his opponents, eyeballing Johnny Donovan carefully as the cage finishes lowering, snapping into place.

The lights go out. Gonna Be A Blackout Tonight begins to echo over the loudspeakers. Green spotlights shine down on the ring. Slowly they move up the ramp revealing Johnny Murphy with his hands in the air, green smoke swirling around his legs. The lights go out again, then all at once the entire arena is lit up. Green fireworks fire from the top of the ramp over the ring as he begins to make his way through the cage door. He ignores all the fans, whether booing or cheering. As he gets to the ring he slides in, quickly rising to his feet. He rips off his shirt and throws it onto the floor. He turns towards his opponents in turn, glaring at them with fire in his eyes. He then flexes his muscles and awaits the next entrant in the Legacy Mountain.

The arena goes black as "Dead Skin Mask" by Slayer blasts over the PA, red lights dance across the stage to the errie opening riff. And just as the song kicks in Tripp steps out from behind the curtain to an huge mix of boos and cheers, he walks methodically down to the ring with a huge metal chain drapped across his neck. He starts to wrap the chain around his fist as he walks through the cage door, slides under the bottom rope and slowly walks over to his corner as the lights come up. Whipwreck pushes Johnny Murphy, who replies with a shot to the face! The two of them begin brawling in the ring as Xavier Cross and Johnny Donovan shrug their shoulders and enter the fray! The four men are just bashing each other, and we're still missing half of the match!

With a hiss, fog rises from the stage at the top of the ramp, cloaking the entryway. The jangling, ominous opening chords of "You On the Run" play over the sound system. When the drums hit, the arena is bathed in red light. The big screen plays a dour black-and-white montage of ugly historical events: mushroom clouds, the Hindenburg explosion, caskets rolling out of airplanes, and so on and so forth. Michael Macbeth enters through the fog to a chorus of boos. He keeps his head down, not appearing to notice the crowd as he slowly walks down the ramp. He grins as he looks at the free-for-all happening in the ring, before electing not to enter the cage... he's climbing up the outside!

St. Louie by Nelly Rings through the arena as lights vibrate in red, pink, and white... Don Tiago bursts through the curtain like a ball of energy, continuing down the ramp, his eyes fixed on Michael Macbeth, who has just reached the roof of the bottom cage, and looks like he's about to start on the second one! Tiago climbs up the cage quickly and catches up to Macbeth, grabbing him by his tights and pulling on him, smashing Macbeth down onto the surface they are both standing on! Macbeth quickly rises to his feet and shoves Tiago away, causing him to teeter on the edge of the cage! Macbeth goes for a spear, but Tiago catches him, whirls him around off the cage and then slams him down onto the ceiling after pulling him back in!

"Mr. Incredible" by Grace Over Diamonds fills the arena as smoke starts to roll out from the entrance. The fans are on their feet as Hugo Sterling walks out onto the stage with his head hung low and his hands clasped together in front of him, the Fedwars Platinum Prestige Championship strapped around his waist.

Pausing in the middle of the stage Sterling stands with his feet shoulder width apart thrusting his arms into the air revealing his hands shackled with chains. Hugo looks from left to right and pulls his arms apart shattering the chains, roaring in victory as two columns of pyro explode on either side of him. The arena explodes into a chorus of cheers as video clips of Sterling at strongman competitions intermixed with clips of his wrestling victories play out on the Hostile-tron. Sterling unhooks the Platinum Prestige title thrusting it into the air as two more columns of pyro explode.

Hugo shoulders the Platinum Prestige Title staring intensely at the massive monstrous structure known as Legacy Mountain, its three massive cages, the weapons dangling from the ceilings of the lower two cages as he makes his way down the ramp taking time to shake hands with the fans. Once at ringside Hugo hands the Platinum Prestige title over to an official for safe keeping. Making eye contact with Don Tiago, who is on the outside but up a level, he begins to unshackle the chains at his wrists before deciding against it. Smirking at Tiago and Macbeth, he pulls himself up onto the apron entering the first cage through the open door... joining the fray with the rest of the competitors in the match!

Whipwreck has grabbed a steel chair from the ceiling of the first cage and is wielding it like a maniac, but he makes eye contact with the entering Sterling and charges him with the chair! Whipwreck underestimates the Canadian Hercules, however, who meets the charge with a backwards toss, throwing Whipwreck face first into the steel cage!

Cross and Donovan, battling with Johnny Murphy in the corner over possession of a ladder that he has snaked away from the outside, are teaming up with synchronized lefts and rights, knocking the Irish Brawler into the turnbuckle and wrenching the ladder away from him! Cross takes control of the ladder, setting it up in the center of the ring just below the trap door leading to the second cage, grinning as he takes a step to climb up it! Donovan, however, grabs Cross by the shoulder strap, preventing his ascent! He slaps Cross across the face, prompting a retaliatory blow from Cross!

Macbeth, meanwhile, has risen from his spot and has begun taking the fight back to Tiago as they trade lefts and rights... just as the lights go out! A spotlight goes to the top of the South of Heaven set as the Heroic Henry's Heroic Theme tune blazes throughout the arena and Heroic Henry himself glides across an unseen wire toward the Legacy Mountain, a wide grin plastered across his face as he charges into battle, the cheers of thousands of people rooting for him as he slides to his spot... right into the battling Tiago and Macbeth! Henry knocks into them and slams them both down momentarily as he struggles to get out of his harness.

Back in the ring, Donovan and Cross keep thrashing around the ladder, locked in epic combat, as Johnny Murphy climbs to the top rope and leaps, crashing into the both of them and sending them to the mat!

Whipwreck, meanwhile, has recovered from his slam, tackling Hugo Sterling and unloading into him with lefts and rights! Sterling, however, grabs Whipwreck by the hair, smashing him face-first into the mat before throwing Whipwreck off of him! Sterling slides out of the ring and grabs the other ladder, tossing it over the ropes and onto the body of Tripp Whipwreck, who groans in pain as Hugo Sterling leisurely walks up the steps into the ring!

Back up on the roof of the bottom cage, Henry has unstrapped himself from the harness and has grabbed both of his opponents, smashing their brains together! In a true meeting of the minds, however, Tiago and Macbeth look at each other, then at Henry, before they ram their elbows into the superhero! Henry doubles over, letting go of them and giving them a chance to smack him across the chest with dual knife-edge chops! Macbeth then tries to throw Henry into the cage, but Tiago stops him, wanting to hit his finishing move on Henry. Macbeth tosses Henry aside, shoving Tiago, who responds with a shove of his own, and before long the two are engaged in fisticuffs yet again! Henry, meanwhile, wobbily leans against the main support for the second cage, a glimmer in his eye as he slides away from the two brawlers, beginning to climb up the cage!

Hugo Sterling sets up the second ladder, positioning it as a ramp up to the top of the erect ladder, and admires his handiwork as he grabs onto the head of Tripp Whipwreck, delivering another strong uppercut that sends the hardcore former Extreme Champion bouncing in Sterling's iron man grip. He lets his guard down for just a moment as he spots Johnny Murphy climbing up the ladder, trying to get to the trap door... he Irish whips Whipwreck into the corner, discarding him as he follows Murphy up the ladder... Murphy's standing up on top of the ladder, reaching up for the trap door! Sterling reaches up for Murphy, who looks in awe in the other direction, as Tripp Whipwreck charges up the ladder-ramp! Murphy times it... and hops up, landing on Whipwreck's shoulders before leaping up again, grabbing onto the steel cage and just narrowly avoiding the chaos below, as Sterling manages to catch Whipwreck by the throat and slam him to the mat in an impromptu chokeslam!

As Murphy struggles to pull himself up into the second cage, Sterling continues to climb the ladder, his focus now away from Tripp Whipwreck. Both of them, however, are oblivious to the approaching Xavier Cross, who seems to be brandishing a barbed wire baseball bat and is walking toward the ladder with ill intent on his mind!

Cross swings back, preparing to take out Sterling's knees, but the blow is blocked by a crutch held by Johnny Donovan! Cross turns around and pushes Donovan away before running around the ladder and trying to catch up with Hugo Sterling! It only distracts Donovan momentarily, however, as he strikes Cross in the back with the crutch! Cross groans and braces himself against the ladder as Hugo Sterling kicks him across the face, sending him back down into a lying position on top of the ramp ladder. His path now free, Sterling climbs up and joins the resting Johnny Murphy in the second cage, looking up at the briefcase of destiny as he regains his breath.

On the other side of the chain link wall, Tiago throws an elbow toward Michael Macbeth's head, but Macbeth dodges the blow and responds with a bicycle kick.. it's the Death of a Dream! Michael Macbeth has just smacked Don Tiago with the Death of a Dream and knocked him senseless! His road now clear, Macbeth climbs up the cage, following Heroic Henry to the roof of the second cage until he can stand up, wobbling as he tries to regain focus... Macbeth gets to the top and immediately charges Henry, spearing him to the side of the third cage! He unloads into Henry with lefts and rights as Don Tiago stirs back down on the roof of the first cage.

All the way down in the ring, Johnny Donovan grabs the crutch and smacks Xavier Cross across the chest with it! As Cross howls with pain, Donovan throws the crutch aside and grabs the barbed wire baseball bat, looking over Cross with the best intentions... a shot across the face, a shot across the stomach, and a shot across the chest! Cross groans in agony as he begins to bleed profusely from the three targeted areas. He instinctively reaches up and touches the blood on his forehead, looking at Johnny Donovan with a newfound respect as he leans back against the ladder, nodding his head. Donovan nods one more time before striking Cross in the side of the head, sending him flying off of the ladder and landing on the mat in a heap of his own flesh and blood! Johnny Donovan raises the barbed wire baseball bat high into the air and lets loose a blood curdling battle cry before throwing the weapon aside and climbing up the ladder to get to the next level!

In that level, Murphy and Sterling are busy doing battle, each one with a steel chair in hand. Johnny Murphy tries to hit Sterling, but the big man steps out of the way before delivering a jaw-cracking blow to the Irish Brawler! Murphy stumbles back to the wall, before motioning up toward the action... Heroic Henry and Michael Macbeth are battling into the wall of the third cage, and Don Tiago is in hot pursuit! Sterling looks down at Donovan, who is climbing toward them, before nodding and pointing for Murphy to climb up the ladder into the third cage! Murphy hesitates before climbing up to the third level, pulling himself up and looking at the shining black briefcase, now dangling just above his head!

As Johnny Donovan reaches the second cage, he is met with a crippling steel chair shot from Hugo Sterling, laying him flat! Sterling picks him up and props him in a seated position against the cage wall, before attempting to climb the ladder himself.

As he climbs up, Johnny Murphy reaches up for the briefcase... it's within his fingers... and he grabs it! Johnny Murphy has grabbed the briefcase for a World Title shot at any time! Half of the battle is now over... now it's time to get to the outside! Murphy scrambles up, looking for a trap door in the ceiling of the small third cage... he undoes a latch and hurls the door open! As he does this, he hooks the briefcase over, setting it up on the roof before climbing up himself... just in time for a spear from Heroic Henry into Michael Macbeth and Don Tiago to cause the fragile wall of the third cage to come crashing down, blocking off Hugo Sterling's passage into the cage!

Heroic Henry, always mindful of his surroundings, gets up and exits the wreckage, circling the cage as he watches Johnny Murphy scramble on the very top of the roof, briefcase in hand. Tiago and Macbeth, meanwhile, weakly begin to punch and kick each other on the wrecked wall, trying to regain their lost strength while attempting to incapacitate the other. This much is left for naught, however, as Hugo Sterling once again uses the strength that lifted an entire wrestling ring, shoving the wall and slamming it shut as Tiago and Macbeth are hurled around!

Macbeth grabs ahold of the trap door, weaseling his way onto the roof of the whole structure, a vicious look in his eyes as he nails Johnny Murphy with a shot to the back! Murphy stumbles slightly before coming back with a shot of his own! Macbeth winces before delivering a smack to the face with his hand, but Murphy answers with a smack to the face with the briefcase! Macbeth shifts back slightly, narrowly avoiding the briefcase, but it brushes him and surprises him as it nicks his nose and forces some bloodshed!

Macbeth, aggravated now, delivers a spinning kick to the jaw of Murphy, causing him to fall straight onto the roof of the second cage, the briefcase falling with him! Macbeth watches Henry reach for the body of Murphy, along with the briefcase, and dives off of the ceiling, taking Henry out as he lands on both him and Murphy! The three men are in a heap, with Don Tiago close by, as the briefcase has broken the boundaries of the Legacy Mountain and Hugo Sterling is rising to join them!

Sterling works his way to the roof of the third cage, surveying the entirety of Madison Square Garden, paying no mind to the woozy form of Johnny Donovan, who slinks out to the mass of bodies. He turns around, hearing boos and hisses from fans, and finds himself nearly face-to-face with Tripp Whipwreck, who has climbed the cage without any attention from the camera man! Whipwreck stands tall, looking at Sterling and throwing him a sign that he's number one! He then decides to slap Sterling across the face, Sterling, however, responds to a kick to the gut before lifting him up... HE POWERBOMBS TRIPP WHIPWRECK OFF OF THE TOP!

Whipwreck tumbles off the top of the second cage, falling down and colliding with the top of the first cage, landing in a broken heap!

Sterling turns around, putting his attentions to the group of men lying sprawled near the briefcase, only to find that one of them, Michael Macbeth, has retained consciousness and has grabbed ahold of the briefcase, and is trying to work his way back into the third cage so he can work his way to the bottom from the inside... but Hugo Sterling drops down and gets in his way! Sterling nails Macbeth with a shot to the ribs before ducking a blow with the briefcase. Sterling then grabs Macbeth by the hair and tosses him back, bouncing off of the roof of the second cage and landing on the roof of the bottom cage, briefcase with him!

Sterling leaps down and tries to grab the briefcase from Macbeth, but he's stopped by Johnny Donovan and Johnny Murphy, who have already made their way down and are trying to get that briefcase to the floor for themselves! Donovan smacks Sterling in the face, reaching for the briefcase and grabbing ahold of the handle, but Murphy whirls Donovan around and gives him a stiff shot to the mouth, spinning him around again and causing him to throw the briefcase across the cage, teetering on the edge! The three men move over to it, stepping as carefully as they can so as to prevent it from falling.

Don Tiago, however, steps into view, grabs the briefcase, and leaps off the roof! Hugo Sterling reaches, grabbing him by the jumpsuit and yanking him back up, punching him in the gut and forcing him to drop the briefcase into a secure position. The group of four is trading blows back and forth, each man fighting for his own stake in this match and his own guaranteed shot at the World Heavyweight Championship.

Johnny Murphy looks up and cries out, noticing that Heroic Henry is perched on top of the middle cage just in time for the superhero to leap off with A View From The Top, crushing three of the four competitors beneath him and causing Hugo Sterling to stumble back in awe. Henry reaches for the briefcase, a smile on his face, but Michael Macbeth has already grabbed it and is trying to get off of the roof! Henry shakes his head, grabs Macbeth by the leg, preventing him from escaping! Desperate, Macbeth tosses the briefcase, causing it to land by Hugo Sterling's feet just before eating a boot to the face courtesy of Heroic Henry!

Macbeth gets to his feet, battered and bruises, and assaults Henry with a kick to the gut! Henry, however, follows up with a stiff blow to the forehead of Macbeth, before grabbing him by the shoulders and head butting him, and all this before whirls Macbeth around and tosses him into the cage behind them, knocking Macbeth out!

Satisfied with his work, Henry turns around just in time to see Hugo Sterling slinking away with the briefcase! Determined, Henry charges, taking Sterling off guard! Sterling tries to hit Henry with the briefcase, but the superhero grabs onto it and holds on for dear life! The two then use their free hands to try to pry some grips loose, but it's to no avail! These two men are sweating bullets, each one wanting the briefcase for himself!

Sterling tries to head butt Henry, glancing his eyebrow with the strong Canadian skull, but follows up with a knife edge chop that causes Henry to lose his focus for just a moment, before pushing him back and... Sterling leaps off the roof, briefcase in hand!

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!

Henry's done it! Henry's done it! Despite the best efforts of seven other men, Heroic Henry has grabbed ahold of the win literally from beneath Hugo Sterling's nose, fighting valiantly in order to survive the Legacy Mountain! Heroic Henry's Heroic Theme tune plays through the arena once more as the bell rings and the crowd cheers for the two men involved in this spectacular finish, who are picking themselves up and staring each other down... before Hugo Sterling offers Heroic Henry a handshake, and the superhero takes it! The fans cheer this show of respect almost as much as the finish of the match, but it's hard to beat that!

WINNER: HEROIC HENRY via RETRIEVAL

"Orange Sunshine" plays over the loud speakers as Xander Daniels makes his way down to the ring wearing a collared golf shirt and a pair of khakis, holding his recently won, "Rising Star Of The Year" award. He rolls into the ring and calls for a mic which is promptly given to him. Without waiting for the crowd to quiet down he begins to speak.

"I've come to clear some air. I'd love to know why you're all booing me, Hostility's own 'The Rising Star of The Year' and soon to be Aversion Champion."

The crowd boos louder as Xander just smirks.

"Seriously, either you're all stupid or you're all hypocrites. In Hooligan's own little fan poll he holds this week you all voted for me to win here tonight."

With this announcement Xander gestures toward the tron where the results of Hooligan's Fan Poll are displayed for all to see.

INFERNO MATCH Aversion Championship Match Hooligan(c) (6) 13% Xander Daniels (42) 87%

Xander's smile grows wider as he holds his Rising Star award high in celebration. After the crowd once again erupts in a chorus of boos, Xander begins to speak again,

"I slaughtered him! In his own fan poll! Seriously though, I just thought I'd bring this all to everyone's light before I beat Hooligan tonight for the Aversion Title."

With that "Orange Sunshine" starts to play again as Xander makes his way out of the ring and back up the ramp.

White lights begin to flicker throughout the arena, as the harmonious opening riff of "Look to Your Orb for the Warning" by Monster Magnet plays over the PA system. The lead singer's voice cuts in, and the crowd comes alive. They give a mixed reaction as 'The Preacher' Billy Jacobs walks out onto the stage, dressed in a flowing white robe. He pauses, staring for a moment at the large wooden cross lying on the stage. The arena lights are completely dim save for a single spotlight focused on Jacobs as he starts to walk to the ring.

Upon reaching the ring, Jacobs quickly jogs up the ring steps, and hops up to the top of the nearest turnbuckle. Once again, he surveys the crowd at hand, paying little attention to reaction they are giving him.

Jacobs looks up for a moment, as if staring into Heaven itself, before ripping the robe away to reveal his usual wrestling attire. He crouches down in the corner, saying a little prayer as he awaits the arrival of his opponent.

"Macho Man" hits the PAs as the arena lights swirl in various shades of pink. The crowd looks towards the entrance ramp for the arrival of "Sexy" Simon Marks, however a commotion is soon seen from off-stage. just behind the South of Heaven set. A large carriage materialises, pulled along by several plumed white horses and steered by a midget dressed only in a top hat and bondage gear, complete with a bright red ball gagging his mouth and a long whip clenched in his hand. The carriage moves as close to the entrance ramp as possible as Billy Jacobs, the referee and most of the crowd look on in disbelief.

The door swings open and Simon Marks climbs out, dressed for battle in leather pants. He prances towards the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and staring down Jacobs. The camera pans around, to reveal that the backside of the pants have been torn away leaving Marks' bare ass peeking through the fabric. The referee shakes his head, before calling for the bell to get the first ever "Extreme Ascention to Heaven" match underway!

The bell rings, and Jacobs gets in early with a quick chop to Marks. He continues the chopping, sending Marks reeling before whipping him into the ropes. Marks charges back and leapfrogs over Jacobs, continuing forwards and rebounding off the ropes again, taking Jacobs down to the mat with a shoulderblock. Marks climbs back to his feet and runs at the ropes again, jumping over the still motionless form of Jacobs. However, as he runs back Jacobs trips him over. Marks slams into the mat, his head bouncing off the canvas. He applies an STF hold, however Marks manages to wrap his arms around the bottom rope, and the referee orders Jacobs to release the hold. Jacobs obliges, climbing to his feet as Marks crawls out of the ring.

As Marks staggers about trying to regain his bearings Jacobs runs at the rope, executing a suicide dive over the top rope and he collides with Marks, again taking Hostility's most fabulous superstar down! Both men are in a crumpled heap on the ground, however it is Marks that manages to distangle himself first. He climbs to his feet and reaches falls against the ring, trying to regain his focus. Behind him Jacobs rises to his feet and charges, however Marks barely manages to throw himself out of the way. Jacobs collides with the ring, eliciting an "Oof!" of pain from "The Preacher". Marks grabs his hated opponent and rolls him back into the ring, before dragging him into the corner. Jacobs however executes a low blow, which sends Marks reeling. Jacobs climbs to his feet and hits a dropkick as Marks turns around, knocking "The Sexy One" down.

Jacobs is back up almost instantly, and he attempts to pull Marks up too however Marks drives a savage elbow right into Jacobs' stomach. Jacobs takes a step back, clutching his midsection and it gives Marks enough time to climb to his feet. Marks runs at Jacobs and hits a neckbreaker, before sliding out of the ring and pulling "The Preacher" along with him. He hangs Jacobs' head over the edge of the canvas and drives an elbow down into his face, causing Jacobs to recoil in pain. Marks ducks underneath the ring again, pulling out a steel chair. He holds it up, however Billy Jacobs hits a baseball slide out of nowhere and drives the steel chair right into Simon's face! A replay is shown on screen, along with the footage of Jacobs climbing to his feet while Marks searches under the ring. Cutting back to the action, Jacobs is on the outside now as well, driving in several kicks to Marks who is slumped up against the guardrail! Marks attempts to crawl away, however Jacobs picks up the steel chair and delivers a huge blow to Marks' back, sending the flamboyant superstar down onto the ramp. Marks attempts to get up, however another steel chair blow soon crushes his aspirations. He attempts to get up a third time and Jacobs finally wraps the steel chair around his head with a chair shot that echoes around the arena. Marks collapses, blood trickling from a new gash in his forehead.

Jacobs pulls Marks to his feet, grabbing a handful of Marks' blonde hair in order to do so. He starts to pull a groggy Marks up the ramp, towards the large cross, however as he approaches the stage Marks again drives his elbow into Jacobs stomach, before whipping him right off the stage! Jacobs collides with several large pieces of machinery, sending chucks of metal and plastic flying. Marks climbs down off the stage, picking up a lead pipe off the ground. He advances on Jacobs, who is on his hands and knees trying to climb back to his feet. He looks up at the enraged Marks, his face streaked with blood, and attempts to crawl away, begging for Simon to put the pipe down. Simon stares at the pipe and then throws it away, as the crowd lets out a disappointed "Awwwww!". Marks suddenly breaks into a full on sprint, lifting his foot and punting Jacobs in the head! Jacobs is left motionless on the ground, as Marks wipes back slick blood and several locks of loose hair from his face. He walks back over to the stage and pulls the large cross towards him, sending it down to the ground with a THWACK. He hoists it up and, carrying it over his shoulder, starts to limp towards a groggy Billy Jacobs on is only now starting to climb back to his feet. As Marks gets closer he attempts a whirlybird with the cross, however Jacobs ducks under the spinning wooden beam, timing and executing a perfect dropkick and knocking Marks down!

Jacobs staggers over to the fallen cross, setting it out on the ground. He then grabs the out-of-it Simon Marks, pulling him to his feet only to DDT him into the ground. He drags the body of Simon Marks over to the cross, attempting to tie "The Sexy One" to the cross using several rope binds. He manages to tie of of Marks' hands to the cross, however as he attempts to tie Marks' remaining hand to the cross Marks bursts to life, flailing violently and viciously kicking and punching at Jacobs. Jacobs tumbles off balance and Marks uses the time it gives him to untie himself from the cross. He starts to move towards the stage, with Jacobs in hot pursuit. He climbs up onto the stage, quickly glancing back towards Jacobs. He suddenly appears to make a rash decision, by starting to climb up the South of Heaven set! Jacobs, now on the stage, appears to debate for a moment on whether or not to follow Marks, however he soon makes his choice and starts to climb the set as well! The cheers of the crowd start to intensify, as both men near the top of the set. Marks attempts to kick Jacobs off the set, however his plan backfires as Jacobs catches his leg... the struggle between the two men intensifies for an instant, until Marks suddenly falls from the set! Marks plumments down, crashing and breaking through the stage! The crowd screams "Holy shit!", and even Jacobs looks a little stunned by what just happened. Climbing up a littler further, he cautiously peers down at the crater Simon left in the stage. He makes the sign of the cross on the stage, and several fans realise ahead of time what he is about to do. The entire crowd erupts as Jacobs jumps off the set, disappearing into the crater with an almighty CRASH!

The crowd falls absolutely silent as a group of referees and medical personnel surround the small crater the two stars have made. With awed faces they slowly back away as Billy Jacobs crawls from the crater, dragging Simon Marks by his "fabulous" head of hair! Simon looks to be unconscious as Billy finally makes it out of the crater, pushing the refs aside with one arm and dropping Simon on the edge before collapsing so he can gather his breath.

Slowly he stands with a confidant smirk on his face. He sneers down at the lifeless body of Simon Marks, grabbing him by the hair once again to pick him up. However before anything else can be done Simon drops Billy with a massive jawbreaker from out of no where! Billy stumbles backwards as Simon stands up and pursues Billy with a smile of his own. With a running start, he hits Billy with a flying clothesline and Billy goes down hard!

Without skipping a beat Simon quickly drags Billy over to the fallen cross, attempting to tie "The Preacher" to the cross. He starts with Billy's legs, only to be met with a boot to the face from Billy! Simon stumbles backwards, holding his jaw as Billy gets a running start and hits a flying Superman Punch, what Billy Jacobs calls "The Right Hand Of God!" Simon goes down only to be picked back up to his feet by Billy!

Billy hits a hard European Uppercut on Simon and quickly follows it up with the move that Billy calls "Bow Your Head!" Looking down at the fallen Marks with satisfaction, Billy drags him by his boot over to the cross. He starts to tie on leg, then the other leg. "The Preacher" moves up to Simon's arms and starts to tie one down. Before he can make it to Simon's other arm though a crash rings through the arena and the crowd gasps as Billy goes down hard, followed by a shower of plaster!

Jody Jacobs, the brother of Billy, is standing above his brother, holding what used to be a Jesus statue, with a bitter look on his face! He turns from his brother to Simon, who is beginning to wake up. With some urgency, Jody helps to free Simon from the cross! Simon gets to his feet, holding his head gingerly as the two men look down at the helpless form of "The Preacher!" They roll him onto the cross and tie him up, lifting the cross for all to see the unconscious form of Billy Jacobs helpless on the cross! The bell is rung signaling the end of the match!

WINNER: SIMON MARKS via CRUCIFIXION

Billy opens his eyes slightly only to see Simon and Jody sharing a kiss, but quickly closes them hoping that it's only a nightmare. Unfortunately for him the only sound he now hears are the sounds of the hair clippers on either side of him! Jody and Simon have each taken a side of Billy's head and shaved him bald. Once they're done they share a kiss over the enraged head of Billy Jacobs.

"Heatwave" by Buck 65 hits the PA system as the President of Hostility, James Milenko, makes his way down to the ring. Slung over his shoulder, is none other than the Legacy Title... the strap that two men have laid claim to. You see, two weeks ago in a Triple Threat Match for the aforementioned Legacy Title, the conclusion of the match saw two referee's in the ring... both of whom saw a different outcome. And now... as it always is... the decision is up to Milenko. Who will be the new Legacy Champion?

Milenko takes his time climbing the ring steps, and hops in between the ropes. He walks directly to the center of the ring, and calls for a microphone. When one is tossed to him, he slowly raises it to his mouth, and begins to speak.

James Milenko: Ladies and gentlemen, for the past two weeks, I'm sure you've all been wondering... just what DOES James Milenko have in mind for the Legacy Title? Yes... I am aware of the mix up during the Triple Threat match two weeks ago... and I am also aware, that technically speaking, both Don Tiago AND Ronnie McNeil have legitimate claims to the title. So right now, I'd like for both of those young men to come on out here so we can get this straightened out, once and for all.

With no music, and little fanfare, Don Tiago is escorted out to the ring by his guard buddies, looking pretty beat up. He had a hell of a match earlier in the evening, but came up a little short of winning himself a shot at the World Title.

Not far behind the sea of blue shirts, Ronnie McNeil scurries down to the ring, looking to take what he believes rightfully belongs to him. Both men enter the ring, and demand that the title go around their waste. However, Milenko simply raises a single finger in the air, motioning for the two of them to shut the hell up.

James Milenko: Don Tiago... though sometimes lacking in the sense department, you are a hell of a talent. I mean, come on... you're a former Legacy Champion. And you Ronnie... I would be trying to model Don after you if I didn't think you couldn't compete. Both of you are worthy of holding any one of the championship titles in Hostility, that much is certain. And that is why, right here, right now... I am going to name both of you... CHAMPIONS!

Tiago and McNeil share a perplexed look. Maybe Milenko has been training a little to hard for his match over the past few weeks. However, Milenko looks to have made up his mind as to who should hold the Legacy Title. Slowly, he lifts it into the air, looking back and forth between the two hopefuls, and then turns and gently hangs the title over the top rope. Again, a confused look is shared between Don and Ronnie.

James Milenko: Confused? Yeah... I understand. But it will all make sense in a moment.

Pointing to the stage, Milenko waves his hand, motioning for someone to come out. A backstage crew member comes running down the ramp, with something in his hands... which is covered by a white sheet. He quickly climbs into the ring, and hands whatever it is off to Milenko.

James Milenko: What I hold in my hands here... can redeem both of you men. When I said you both deserved to be champions... I meant it. That is why you'll both be receiving a championship strap.

Ronnie looks over at Tiago, not really excited with the idea. Tiago glances over at Ronnie with a look of disgust and annoyance plastered on his face. Then, when they both turn their attention back to Milenko, he pulls the white sheet away from his hands to reveal a set of identical Titles. However, they are not like any titles seen before in Hostility.

James Milenko: Now... seing as the Legacy Title is a singles title... there is no way that both of you could hold it at the same time. The infighting would be ridiculous... the prestige and pride for the title would be lost after a week. So instead of seeing that happen... I've decided to... retire the Legacy Title. Brought about by controversy... it seems fitting that it go out with controversy.

Suddenly, Ronnie snatches the microphone away from Milenko.

Ronnie McNeil: So what the hell are these then?

A crackling is heard over the speakers as it is Tiago's turn to steal the mic.

Don Tiago: Yeah... you dragged me out of prison for this bullshit? Homie don't play them games wit me!

For a third time, the mic is snatched up, this time by the man who originally had it. Milenko stares at the two men before him with a look of disappointment. However, the expression fades, and is replaced by a sly smile.

James Milenko: Gentlemen... the fire in your eyes... and the desire in your hearts.. It reminds me of a young... me. I know you two don't get along so well, but trust me, you have a lot to learn from each other. And that is why I have decided...

Both Ronnie and Don hang on Milenko's every word. They urge him to finish his sentence, but he waits until they can bear it no longer. Even the crowd is on the edge of their seats.

James Milenko: I have decided from this day forth... Ronnie McNeil... Don Tiago... you are the new, and first (as far as I'm concerned) Hostility... TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!

The crowd goes nuts as an official Tag Team Division has not been seen in Hostility since the original opening days when Mountains of Muscle and TnT had feuded for the Titles leading to the very first Misery Pay Per View. However, the only ones no overly excited, are the two men now in possession of the Tag Titles. They both stare at Milenko, dumbfounded... and then at each other. HAppy with his decision, Milenko shakes their hands and wishes them luck.

As South of Heaven cuts to a paid commercial break, Tiago and McNeil are left in the center of the ring, soaking in the cheers from the crowd... cheers that they don't necessarily feel like receiving at an awkward time such as this.

NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: DON TIAGO & RONNIE MCNEIL

Coming back from a paid commercial break, "Stars and Stripes" slowly fades from the house speakers as Nathan Paradine enters the ring. Paradine stands there, a smirk across his face. Chuck Norris stands there, a look so badassedness it can only be described as Walker, Texas Ranger-ish. The crowd cheers. It's win/win. After a brief pause, Paradine searches the audience for a sign that this should actually be a real wrestling contest. He doesn't find anything, so he pushes Norris. Chuck is forced back a few steps, and glares, his look even more Walkery. He steps back up to the mound, winds up... and PUSHES NATHAN PARADINE?! What the hell. Is this not-so-high profiled match-up going to wind up as nothing more than a push-and-shove contest? Nuh-uh! Because after getting nudged forcefully, Paradine steps back up and slaps the living hell out of Chuck Norris! It seems the fans in attendance really seemed to enjoy that one!

Paradine is like a shark. He smells blood and he pounces. He follows Norris to the ground (it was a pretty hard bitch slap, you know). Lefts and rights, lefts and rights, lefts and rights. Paradine is pummeling the hell out of Chuck Norris and the fans are on their feet. I wonder if they'd be like this if he were beating up Steven Seagal or Jet Li? I just don't know. Back to the action. Norris has somehow managed to knock Paradine off of him and got back to a fighting stance. Paradine is slow to his feet, and pays for it with a kick to the skull. Not one though. Three. One from the left, one from the right... and another one from the left but this time a bit harder. Paradine just keels over. Norris jumps around and taunts to the crowd before making a pin attempt. The first of the match.

One..
Two..

NO! Paradine gets a shoulder up, and Norris bounces off the ropes before dropping a chop across the throat of The Australian Submission Machine. Nathan quickly grabs for his throat. People are really starting to take notice to Chuck Norris. Perhaps they should've never placed doubt upon the shoulders of Mr. Delta Force. Norris grabs the back of Paradine's neck and pulls him to his feet. Norris shoves a knee into the gut of his opponent, and spins around, attempting his patented ULTIMATE ROUNDHOUSE KICK OF DOOM... but, Paradine just grabs a hold of his leg and takes him down with a massive clothesline. Chuck Norris bounces off of the canvas like a ragdoll, and Nathan Paradine just smiles. He grabs Norris by his brownish-red hair and jams his face into his knee. Continuously I might add. Norris starts to bleed a little, actually, and finally the assault stops. Nathan tosses Chuck away from him and stands triumphant. His hands raised, prematurely, in false victory.

Nathan turns back to notice Chuck Norris standing, leaning actually, on the ropes, presumably trying to regain his breath. Nathan grabs Chuck by the shoulder to turn him around, but out of nowhere, CHUCK NORRIS HITS HIS ULTIMATE ROUNDHOUSE KICK OF DOOM!!!!! The fans are on their feet. Cheering. And booing. I think Xander Daniels is actually booing, too.

Chuck makes the count.

One...
Two...

THR--NO! Again, Nathan gets his shoulder up. Amazing action I tell ya. Amazing. Chuck Norris is upset. Nathan Paradine is a little groggy. Chuck is too busy arguing with the referee to realize that Nathan is actually up and already headed for him. Paradine reaches up and grabs Norris around the neck with his massive Australian arms. He's got the Ultimate Bow-Flex endorser by the goddamned neck and is shaking him like a two-dollar whore from Cambodia! No lobster dinner necessary, the bitch is going down.

Paradine drops Norris faster than a straight guy's crack habit in an all-Gay community. [That doesn't even make sense.] Paradine exhales loudly before he bends down and scoops up Norris and tosses him overhead with a massive Para-Plex! The fans are going nuts because they know what the fuck is next. That's right. Paradine in one fell swoop manages to lock Chuck Norris in the Mark of Judas! Norris is really fighting it, one of the wrestling world's most awesome submission holds, and most wrestlers tap out immediately! After another minute or two, and Norris could have severe trachea damage. Norris still refuses to tap out, and blood soon begins to pour from Norris's mouth. Still, there is no tap! What the fuck is up with this guy? Finally... the referee checks to see if Norris is still alive.

He lifts up Chuck's hand... and on the first attempt, it falls hard.

The referee grabs ahold of the hand of Chuck Norris for a second try, and again, it falls to the mat.

On the third try, the referee raises the hand of Walker, Texas Ranger. Chuck's hand comes down... and hits the mat. The fans are on their feet. Chuck Norris is knocked out and presumably has some interntal bleeding. Nathan Paradine? Thrilled. He just won a match that half of the fans in attendance assumed he would lose. He knocked out martial arts legend Chuck Norris, and he's a winner on the grandest stage of them all. "Stars and Stripes" begins blaring once more and the referee raises Nathan's hand in victory. The fans cheer. Not really for Nathan, more so for Hostility. That's Hostility-one. Hollywood-zero.

WINNER: NATHAN PARADINE via SUBMISSION

Against the South of Haven backdrop stands Jessica Hayes and a very anxious, and frustrated individual, one, "The Reflection of Perfection" Cody Williams. He continually paces back and fourth in front of Jessica, clearly his mind is else where, running his fingers through his hair, attempting to regulate his breathing in order to calm himself down.

Jessica Hayes: Ladies and gentlemen I am joined by the man who will in a few short moments, step into the ring with my boss and Hostility President James Milenko.. I am talking about none other than Cody Williams.

He stops on the left side of Jessica Hayes and places his hands on his hips, tilting his head back so that he faces the ceiling. She raises the microphone to his mouth and Cody slowly slumps his head back down.

Jessica Hayes: Cody, tonight you..

Cody turns away from Jessica and takes a few steps away, taking him out of cameras view. Moments after he comes back into view and starts to pace again.

Jessica Hayes: Cody, you..

He raises his hand in front of Jessica, prompting her to stop.

Cody Williams: I know, I know..

Cody lets out a heavy sigh.

Cody Williams: I have a match with James tonight. I know! For the past two weeks, that is all that I have been hearing, it is all that everyone has been talking about. It has been echoing in my head for the longest time, it has been haunting me, like a recurring nightmare.. Tonight is supposed to be the greatest day of my life, but it has now become more of a judgement day for myself!

Jessica Hayes: Isn't this what you wanted Cody? Isn't this what you have been asking for?

Cody Williams: You see Jessica, that's exactly it! I'm getting what I wanted, I'm getting exactly what I have been asking for.. But for some reason I can't shake the fact that this is my only chance. This is my one and only chance, its do or die.. Win or cry. For the longest time, I have been wanting that one chance, that one opportunity to shine.. To show the whole world what Cody Williams is all about. The opportunity is there, the shot is there, but this is my ONE opportunity, my ONE shot! If I don't win tonight, I will NEVER EVER get an opportunity like this ever again!

Jessica Hayes: You brought this upon yourself Cody, you didn't have to.

Cody Williams: But I wanted to. I wanted to make a point. I am out to prove that I am the best there is, the best there was and the best there ever will be. No I am no Bret Hart.. I am BETTER. I am "The Reflection of Perfection" Cody Williams. Tonight it is my time, it is my opportunity, it is up to me what I want to do with it. Milenko, it is me, you, and the #1 contendership to the World title. You have nothing to lose, and I have everything to gain.. This is my night, and it will be my crowning achievement thus far at your expense. And just like everyone else, Mr. James Milenko you will come second to one, ME, Cody Williams!

Cody sneers at the camera, giving his trademark sneer, but his eyes seem lost and worried. You can easily see that he is not fully there and that he is not at ease like he usually is. A lot is at stake tonight, and Cody knows it. We will just have to wait and see if he can overcome this obstacle set in front of him, or if he will succumb to his own ego and lose the greatest opportunity set before him.

We are given a pushed back shot of the arena. The camera flashes flickering. The crowd going absolutely insane. Ringside no longer looks like a standard wrestling stage. Instead, it has been converted to look like a circus for the criminally insane. Elevated by steel beams driven into the concrete floors, massive amounts of scaffolding are stacked above the ring canvas. From this far away it's hard to tell, but there are five different levels of scaffolding and they are all designed with mechanical pulleys that raise and lower them. So essentially, a superstar could be on the top level and the pulley suddenly, and very randomly, could lower that scaffolding to the bottom floor.

The set up is something that only Jigsaw of SAW or the brilliant writers behind Hostility could think up. There are various ways to get to the first level - which starts twelve-feet up from the canvas. There is a rickety wooden service elevator placed outside of the ring directly next to the beginning of the ramp that will lift the superstar up and bring them to the first level. Each level rises an additional 12 feet and there are step ladders and various tools of weaponry resting on each level. In addition to that, you also have the rugged-man's way of doing things: leaping, climbing, scaling, and diving. Seeing as how this is obviously as no-holds barred as it gets, you'll likely see five rugged men in there tonight. The first level is raised fifteen feet above the ring, so there are ladders scattered ringside and within the ring along with steel chairs.

Oh, and did I forget to mention? Steel, vacuum-like canisters are placed at each corner of the ring. These canisters, as random as the scaffolding level shifts, expel water fountains of incredibly hot pyro that shoots off into the atmosphere of the arena and then crashes back down onto the anarchy taking place inside and outside of the ring. Why did Hostility add this? Cause and effect.

The sight is absolutely overwhelming. Any human being who walked in and saw this for the first time would not know where to start or how to achieve victory - however - victory is VERY simple. The camera zooms in on the top level where the gleaming Extreme Title hangs six feet six inches from the level-5's surface by a wire attached to MSG's rafters. The first man to be able to get to the fifth level of death-trap scaffolding and yank that belt off of the wire will walk home with it around their waist.

Only one man, though very bloodied, battered, and beaten to the core, can be so extreme as to walk away the winner. Who will it be? The lights dim down and we now see the ring announcer in the middle of the ring holding a queue card in front of his face. And now it starts, the climb to everlasting hardcore salvation. Bring on tonight's brave contestants.

Just as the ring announcer proclaimed the entrance, the panning cameras within the arena showed fans hopping to their feet in excitement for the return of one of their favorite female wrestlers – Roxy Monroe! The crowd was cheering wildly, all hyped up with all that had been going on at night, and now with the entrance of the Punk Rock Princess. As the lights begin to have a bit of a flicker and signal that Roxy was coming to the ring - the fans began to die down and became quiet so they could feast their eyes with focus upon the beautiful Roxy Monroe. Out of nowhere a familiar rock theme begins to thump over the P.A system known as “Hollywood Whore” by Papa Roach, sending sound waves throughout the arena. The camera than shoots around the arena to capture the fans’ overall and immense excitement towards the newly arrived female. The top cameras then move their way over to the top of the ramp way, as a blond headed diva emerges from behind the curtain at the top of the ramp. The camera zooms in to view Roxy’s excited expression as she smirked to the fans, and tossed her arms frantically above her head, waving. The crowd's cheers and screams immediately increase in sound as she stops on the top of the ramp and nods to the fans with a wide smirk spreading along her luscious lips. Monroe adjusts her top as she begins to jog down the ramp way and then stops mid way and tosses her arms upwards into the air. A loud fire crack is heard erupting form the top of the stage, followed by another, as purple and pink fireworks illuminate the stage and the arena in general with Roxy grinning with appreciation towards their excitement.

The Punk Rock Princess then skips forwards and runs along the barricade and claps her beloved fans’ hands. While making her way to the bottom of the ramp as she waves to everyone once more and climbs onto the side of the ring only to bend beneath the second rope. Roxy Monroe jogs over to the branded turnbuckle and climbs upon it steadily and lifts her hands high as the crowd continues to cheer for one of their favorite female wrestlers. She then hopped down backwards carefully and landed on the heel of her black boots. Roxy smirked as she brushed her short platinum blonde hair over her shoulder as she emerged forwards nodding to the fans with appreciation. Roxy was thrilled to be inside of a ring and in front of her fans. She adjusted her top as she looked from side to side and then backed into the ropes, looking forwards to the ramp way. Soon, her opponent would be making their way down the ramp way. The Punk Rock Princess was ready, and she was going to show everyone what she was made of. Whether or not her opponent was greater in size or athletic skill, Roxy was going to fight a well organized and clean match, in hopes of pulling out victorious.

Orange and blue laser lights fill the darkened arena as 'Still Fly' by The Devil Wears Prada blasts and the audience cheers. As the music heightens, AirStrife runs out to the entrance stage, jogging in place as his jacket vest bounces along with him. White pyro blasts off as he raises his fists in the air, before walking to the ring, high-fiving fans along the way.

The crowd pops, some cheers, mostly booing, as 'King of My World' by Saliva begins to play. As the song moves into the opening verse, Ronnie steps out from behind the curtain as he just stands there in his hooded vest, hood over his head, bouncing from side to side

I'll never see any side of heaven
I walk for miles to a place in hell
It doesn't matter what you think I'm supposed to be
Because I myself know all too well

He makes his slow walk to the ring, ignoring the booing fans that line the aisle.

I'll open your eyes and make you see

Ronnie slowly walks up the ring steps, and steps through the ropes. He then stands on the middle rope, holding one arm above him, before stepping down, and leaning over in a corner.

I'm the king of my world (king of my world)
I'll break down the walls around you now
I'm the king of my world (king of my world)
I'll break down the walls around you (the walls of Jericho)
The walls of Jericho....

He takes the hood from off his head, then takes the vest off completely, tossing it to the floor, awaiting the beginning of the match.

'Anarchy In The USA' hits the sound system as a loud siren goes off. The stage backdrop show a flashing inverted anarchy symbol. Alexander enters from backstage, throwing up his arms in the air,turns to the left and points at the crowd, then turning to the right points at the crowd. Pumping his arms wildly as he moves toward the ramp. He stops and starts to run but takes some time to slap the hands of the crowd as he runs down the ramp.Climbing up the ring, he steps over the top rope and enters the ring. Hurling his hands in the air and throws them down, pyrotechics erupt in a blinding flash from the ring.

Beautiful' Bobby Dean donned in his sparkling baby blue robe makes his way down the ramp as 'Eye of the Tiger' by Survivor plays throughout the arena. The fans boo despite the fan friendly music as 'Beautiful' Bobby Dean slowly spins around showing the name 'Beautiful' emblazoned on his back in diamonds/sparkles. He walks to the ring, up the steps, where he demands the ref to part the ropes for him. With the referee separating the ropes 'Beautiful' Bobby Dean wipes his feet before stepping through. He walks to his corner and disrobes slowly, offering the women in the audience quite the show.

The show doesn't go for very long as Roxy finally has enough of it, runs over to Dean, and cheap-kicks him straight in the nuts. The bell rings immediately after this and we have an all out war in the middle of the ring with the scaffolding above swaying ever so slightly. Alexander Anarchy gives a kick to McNeil's midsection and then flings him into the turnbuckle with a slicing Irish whip. He scurries over to him and starts pounding away in the corner. The camera switches over to Roxy who was now choking the life out of Bobby Dean with her boot. Roxy lessens the pressure and it's enough for Dean to squiggle away and exit the ring. His elbows smack against the ground and he immediately gets far away from the action to keep himself from getting too hurt.

The camera quickly switches to an awe-inspiring aerial view to catch Airstrife flying in the air and slamming into a fallen McNeil and an unaware Anarchy. The body splash suddenly gets the crowd emotionally motivated as a good portion of them stand up from their seats. Roxy exits the ring and re-enters with a steel step stool and two steel chairs. Airstrife sees the weaponry and gets up immediately after the body splash, grabs one of the steel chairs, and carelessly smashes Roxy directly in the face. The impact causes her to crumble to her knees. Airstrife turns around to take someone else down but McNeil crawls away and Anarchy backs down from the challenge.

The ever so sneaky 'Beautiful One', however, starts playing the game his way. From outside of the ring, he reaches in and yanks Airstrife's feet from underneath him causing the chair to crash back against the ring canvas. Roxy was now on the outside, just about as motionless as possible, tending to the very sudden steel blast to the face. Airstrife tries to get back to go after Dean, even though Dean was no longer even remotely close to Airstrife, but his head is quickly tucked underneath the arm of Alexander and then smash-slammed into the fallen steel chair. From the corner of the camera lens, we catch the first attempt to scale up to the first level of scaffolding by Ronnie.

After a bit of a climb, he manages to get to Level-1 but Dean isn't far behind as he makes his way to the first scaffolding, much quicker, using the elevator. Now with two men on the first level, a punch by punch slug fest starts up as Bobby drives jabs into Ronnie's chin and Ronnie follows up with his own style of haymakers. Ronnie finally manages to block a punch and goes to kick Dean in the stomach - Dean catches his foot, spins him around, and grapples around his waist. In a stunt of absolute strength, Dean lifts Ronnie backwards and let's go, allowing Ronnie to fall thirteen feet from the first level of scaffolding and onto a turnbuckle which he flopped against and rolled off like a lifeless fish.

Dean looks down, almost amazed at himself for what he just did, and seemingly drowns his senses with subconsciousness distractions. Because of this, a thundering bell toll - meaning that a shift change was about to take place on the scaffolding - scared the life out of him and caused him to lose his balance when the pulley started tugging the scaffolding up another level. We see Airstrife at the bottom, now eagerly awaiting Dean's plummet. Dean stumbles backwards, trying to find anything to keep him from falling but the scaffolding was now tipping and trembling like crazy. Dean finally fell on his back and rolled off of the scaffolding. Airstrife catches him before he reaches the ground, flips him over on to his stomach, and executes an absolutely stunning one-person 3D!

Suddenly we see Roxy crawling into the ring again, a giant gash from side of her forehead to the other. She gets to her feet, struggles to keep her balance, and starts walking towards Airstrife who was bathing in the success of the maneuver he just pulled off. Airstrife turns around and bumps chests with Roxy. They both take a step back, stare at each other, and then Roxy blows a massive honker into his face. In the background, we could hear the clattering of a ladder. The camera switches angles and we see Alexander pounding Ronnie into the ground with the 12-foot ladder -- as if he wasn't already hurting enough from that fall from the first level of scaffolding. Dean slowly slithered out of the ring while Airstrife wiped away saliva boogers from his eyes. He looks at her with disgust and mouths 'BITCH'. Roxy shakes her head and executes a stunning bicycle kick that sends Airstrife almost packing - he tries to catch his balance but not quick enough as Roxy flings herself onto Airstrife with a full body press and starts headbutting, biting, beating, destroying, and absolutely humiliating Airstrife in the middle of the ring.

Two ladders get slid into the ring and here comes Alexander with a twisted expression gleaming on his face. He stands up and props one of the ladders up... and then the second one. Dean quickly gets into the ring and gorilla punches Alexander from behind, slightly knocking him into the ladder. Dean grabs Alexander's head and slams it into the corner of the ladder and then Irish whips him into the ropes. Alexander counters the Irish whip by whipping Dean back but Dean counters the freaking counter by whipping once more... straight into the 12-foot steel climbing apparatus at full speed. He stumbles over the ladder and tries to put the breaks on but his weight forces him to crumble directly on top of the laid-out ladder, cracking his skull violently against one of the steps in the process. Literally seconds after this happens, the steel canisters light off and send massive amounts of glowing embers into the air.

They drop back down on the pummeled bodies of the five superstars in the ring and outside of the ring along with a corner of one of the wooden scaffolding levels.. lighting it ablaze. The crowd starts going insane as the off-target pyro literally torches the top scaffolding. The fire is so intense that it forces the level to snap in half and a chunk of blazing wood crumbles down into the ring, literally over forty feet from above. This causes those working the stage to lower the belt down near the fourth level instead. Now, in the ring, there were scattered ladders, chairs, and bodies.. but now we also had giant pieces of kindling lit on fire in the corners of the ring. With Anarchy still down, Ronnie slides into the ring after the raucous and sees him in a very vulnerable situation. He does what everyone dared to imagine and grabs a piece of burning kindling, scolding his hands in the process, and shatters it over Alexander's bare spine. Alexander wakes up from his daze really quick, snaps his neck towards the ceiling, and starts screaming in pain before rolling around in bitter agony.

We quickly shift camera angles again and the scaffolding is once again on the move, shifting shapes and turning into a rickety, wobbly nightmare. It was amazing that barely any action had taken place on there yet. Did we say yet? That all changed now. Dean sneakingly, like he has been throughout the entire event, gets inside of the wooden service elevator and starts taking the ride up to the first level. Dean honestly thought he was perfect... that he was golden at this point. Both ladders were now standing. On top of one of them? Roxy Monroe. On top of the other one? Airstrife. They both get on their feet, basically surrounding Dean on both sides, and get ready to jump when McNeil bear-tackles Roxy's ladder. Roxy's ladder slides away from her and she has no other choice but to make a death-defying leap towards the elevator that sheltered Bobby Dean. Dean sees Roxy flying toward the elevator and tries to back away as much as possible.

Roxy manages to grab and the sight at this point was almost too memorable. There was Roxy, hanging by her fingernails, her legs rocking back and forth in the free air. Then there was Airstrife. He looks down at what lays below him and then makes the super heroic jump toward the elevator. Airstrife didn't work out his landing all that well and instead of gloriously grabbing on lethal weapon style like Roxy did, his body acted like a human cannon ball. He crashed straight into the pulley-mechanized elevator and the impact literally turned the elevator into an exploding box of wood clippings. Instead of Roxy, Bobby Dean, and Airstrife falling to the ring, they were high enough to crash land against the rough scaffolding of Level-1. Just when these three superstars managed to get to the first level, Ronnie was just finishing his scaling job up to the first level. We now had four out of the five finally on the scaffolding.

The crowd was going absolutely insane. It was like no audience that Madison Square Garden ever housed. Just three levels above them hang what they were all fighting for. Alexander Anarchy? The man couldn't take the burns and carted himself out of the arena and into the backstage to likely sit in a bathtub full of ice cubes. Bobby Dean finally gets into the action, wood splinters poking through his skin and a cringing splinter slash on his left upper arm. Roxy was barely unrecognizable with all of the blood swamping on her face. Airstrife looked mutilated. His face paint completely worn off. His wrestling tights torn in some areas. McNeil was the only one who was surprisingly not bleeding or tore up in some fashion. Only thing with him was that his fauxfro was flopping and a glaze of sweat covered every piece of flesh exposed. All four men and woman stood up, stared at each other, and then colliding like a pack of fucking roadrunners.

One of the ladders was resting against the edge of the scaffolding and Ronnie slipped out of the war and pulled it up onto the scaffolding. Roxy grabbed two hands full of Bobby Dean-hair and slammed his face into the steel support beam, causing him to completely collapse to the ground. Roxy tries to take a breath but it's just impossible in this kind of setting. Just as Roxy turns around to go after someone else, she gets an unbelievable face-full of Airstrife foot with a mighty super kick that sends her into Disney Land and sailing off of the scaffolding, into a tangle within the ropes, and then one final plummet to the hard floor of ringside. Airstrife wastes no time by hopping up onto the ladder and diving onto the second level with ease. Bobby Dean tries to follow, barely conscious in his quest, but Airstrife steps down on the seat section of the ladder creating a see-saw effect and forcing the legs of the ladder to shoot up and smack Dean straight in the chin, forcing a web of saliva to propel out of his mouth and into the smoky atmosphere.

Dean doesn't lose his balance this time. Instead, he gets down on one knee and uses his hands as grips to stay on the scaffolding. Suddenly, that all-too-familiar thunderous bell toll sounds off again and the scaffolding shift again. Airstrife doesn't like that sound and he shouldn't because his level goes down and becomes level-1 while Bobby Dean suddenly becomes the sole man on level-2. Bobby Dean can't believe how quick the tables turned that he is beside himself. He starts smiling, laughing, and pointing towards Ronnie and Airstrife like a fifth-grader. The both paused brawling just to stare in amazement at the way Dean was reacting. Strife and McNeil look at each other, shake their heads, and suddenly starting doing something that was not to be heard of when this match was planned: teamwork. Airstrife pulls the ladder down to the first level and props it up.

Him and Ronnie then start to scale it on either side with one intention, to take out the man who skillfully and wit fully became a sneak for the entire match. Dean's smile is no longer there. Its replaced with dismay, shock, and raw realization. The bell tolls again, much quicker this time than it took the last time, and the levels rise up. Bobby Dean is now suddenly one level away from the Extreme Title while McNeil and Airstrife - both on the final step of a massive ladder - are on the second level. Dean wasn't paying attention as he started to back up until there was no more room left. Airstrife turns his head and tells Ronnie to get off first. Ronnie nods and steps down onto the third level while Airstrife waited. Ronnie steps down, exhales, and immediately turns around toward Airstrife only to wave 'bye bye' to him. Airstrife, confused, tries to step off of the ladder as an uneasy feeling started to unravel, but it was too late. Ronnie carelessly kicked the ladder hard enough to send it tipping over the opposite way. Airstrife could no longer hold on to the ladder and made the brave decision to let go. In one of the sickest bumps in the history of Hostility, Airstrife's body collided and smashed through two levels of scaffolding and slammed like a nuclear bomb into the ring canvas - even creatng a slight dent in it from the impact. The crowd is so loud that the roof nearly blasts off into the sky.

No one saw that coming and nobody ever will again. That was one of those moments in wrestling that only come once in a lifetime and you're shit out of luck if you missed it. Being strolled up the ramp, Roxy rests in a stretcher. Two competitors had now thrown in the towel. What did that symbolize about this match? The crowd roars as the camera gets back to the action at level-3. Ronnie smiles towards Bobby and starts walking towards him. Bobby holds his hands up and starts trying to convince Ronnie NOT to beat the tuna fish out of his ass but it's too late. Ronnie tries to grapple up with him but the 'beautiful one' goes with a cheap jab shot to the midsection which sends Ronnie keeling over. Bobby lets him ache for a moment and grabs a chair laying in one of the corners of the scaffolding. He raises it high, showing it to the massive crowd who just booed him back down to size (or at least tried to) but all that did was make Bobby slam the chair down on Ronnie's back that much harder. Ronnie crumbles to his knees and Bobby does a reversed guillotine, elbow dropping against the back of Ronnie's neck.

Ronnie falls onto his stomach and Bobby starts to set up a smaller version of the big ladder that Airstrife and Ronnie climbed up to the second level with. He props it up appropriately and starts his ascent to the final level, the belt dangerously close at this point. He takes the first step... then the second.. and then the third of eight total ladder steps. Ronnie finally comes to and looks up towards Bobby ascending to a belt that he obviously believes doesn't belong to him. Ronnie gets up as quick as he can and then takes a leaping charge onto the ladder, sending it wobbling a bit. Ronnie wraps his arms around Dean's back for a moment in an attempt to yank him off but Dean's grip was too tight. Ronnie's alternative choice of attack was then elbow chops to the side of the head and brutal headbutts that had echoing thuds that made the crowd 'Ooooh' and 'Ahhhh'. Three headbutts in and Dean's beautifully blond hair was now bleached in blood from Ronnie's obliterated nasal cavity - the things we do for gold.

DING... DING... DING...!

A massive lightning bolt of pyro strikes down followed by a crackling of thunder. We knew this routine by now didn't we? There was a slight difference this time around. The scaffolding wasn't shifting levels. Instead, it was like the entire structure was going through it's own little earthquake syndrome. It causes the ladder to tremor violently. Ronnie lost his footing and slipped a bit. Unfortunately, a bit was way too much at this point in the match and it was enough for Dean to take matters into his owns to end this on his own terms. For the first time in this match, Bobby did something incredibly unthinkable: he released his grip from the ladder and Ronnie and himself plummeted back down onto the third level. The force of the combined weight of both men caused that level of scaffolding to bend in half and snap. The scaffolding shifted onto an angle and both men started rolling down it like children on a ice-slick rooftop.

Ronnie tried to grab onto a steel beam to the left side of him but it slipped out of his hands and he crashed to the second level, straight on top of a laid-down ladder. Bobby rolled down the same path that Ronnie did but he actually managed to hang on, by one hand, to the bent beam. He looked up, completely shocked that he held in there, and crawled back up the half-snapped scaffolding. He climbed back up the ladder which was amazingly still standing and rolled himself onto the fourth and final level. There was the belt - staring at him - waiting to be yanked from its torturous hanging state. He got on his tippy toes, stretched both arms out toward the belt and, with an outrageous militia of camera flashes going off and enough jeers to kill the entire list of ball players on the Mitchell Report, pulled the belt off of the wire and into his heaving chest.

'Eye of the Tiger' by Survivor starts blasting through the speakers as 'Beautiful' Bobby Dean, the last man standing in the first ever 'Climb to Salvation' match, stares at this historical world within a world we like to call Madison Square Garden. A brawl in which we shall never forget. A match that can never be explained through words but only through the actual visuals. Ironically so, the blood, the battering, the sickening thuds, the cracking of bones, and the scattering of bodies has all because just that much more beautiful tonight.

WINNER and NEW EXTREME BEAUTIFUL CHAMPION: "BEAUTIFUL BOBBY DEAN via RETRIEVAL

We fade in backstage on a dishevelled, newly-shaven Billy Jacobs, an expression of anger in his face. He'd just been humiliated, in front of the whole world, by "Sexy" Simon Marks... and his own brother! His own brother had chosen to side with Marks and help bring him down. There would be no redemption from something like that. Shaking his head, "The Preacher" walks towards the locker rooms avoiding the grinning faces and jeers of the backstage staff. As he approaches a door marked "Locker Room", he pauses to listen to the voices trailing trough the thick wood.

Voice #1: "Haha, it was a great idea to start spreading rumours over the Hostility fan forums... especially under a name like 'Mystery'!"

Voice #2: "Hey, just doing my bit. If I can't step into the ring anymore, I may as well try and hype up the creation of the greatest stable in wrestling today a little..."

Voice #1: "And no-one, not even the heavenly father himself, will be able to stop us."

Suddenly, the locker room door bursts open and Billy Jacobs steps into the room, an angered look on his face.

Billy Jacobs: "Thou shalt not..."

He trails off when he realizes the occupants of the room are none other than Xander Daniels and Pat Fullam. The giant Fullam smirks at Jacobs, cracking his knuckles in his mammoth hands.

Pat Fullam: "Well well well... what do we have here, then?

Daniels climbs to his feet as well, a casual sneer on his face. As they both advance on him, Jacobs backs up a step, but ultimately, stands his ground.

Billy Jacobs: "Wicked are those who sully the name of the Lord!"

Behind Jacobs, the door slowly creaks shut, closing off any hopes of escape. Sweat breaking out on his brow, he turns around to find himself face-to-chest with Nathan Paradine, looking none the worst for wear after his match against Chuck Norris, casually leaning up against the wall, one hand on the doorknob of the door. Jacobs glances around at all three men, like a trapped rat.

Billy Jacobs: "Listen-"

Pat Fullam: "I guess you've heard our plans, Billy."

Billy Jacobs: "It's not me that you should worry about. It's him..."

Jacobs points upwards, obviously pointing to the Big Guy in the sky.

Xander Daniels: "You see, we were going to form a little group tonight... kind of a surprise for James Milenko."

Nathan Paradine: "But now... Mate, you've walked in on a very nasty situation. We can't just let you walk around knowing our plans, can we?"

Billy Jacobs: "Lord protect me."

All three men advance on Billy Jacobs, grabbing "The Preacher" and thrusting him into the arms of Pat Fullam, who proceeds to slams Jacobs into a row of lockers, leaving the mental dented and broken. Xander moves in for the kill, laying in several vicious kicks to Jacob's ribs, each one eliciting a cry of pain. He pulls Jacobs to his feet and smiles, before hitting The Conflaguation on the bare ground! Blood splatters as Jacobs is left on the ground, struggling to even move. He manages to crawl forwards, before collapsing on the ground, heaving for breath. Paradine walks up to him and kneels down, so that his face is only a few inches away from Billy's. He murmurs something to him, before picking his head up gently off the ground. Jacobs starts to climb to his feet, however Paradine immediately locks in the Mark of Judas, leaving Jacobs flailing for air! Jacobs struggles, gasping for air... weakly... weaker... finally, he passes out, blood trickling down his face and dripping onto the floor. Paradine, his work done, climbs to his feet and surveys the destruction.

Nathan Paradine: "And that is what happens when you mess with... Uh..."

Paradine blankly stares at the other two men. Fullam shrugs, however Daniels walks over to the dented lockers and pulls out a can of black spraypaint. He walks over to the motionless Jacobs, and paints the letters V and E on his back. Daniels takes a step back, to admire his handiwork.

Nathan Paradine: "What does it mean?"

Xander Daniels: "It signifies who we are... and what we will become."

Pat Fullam: "Violence Evolved... The Past, The Present and The Future."

Nathan Paradine: "Heh. I like it."

Daniels throws the can away, looking up at Fullam.

Xander Daniels: "C'mon. I have a match now... time for me to become the Hostility Aversion Champion!"

All three men nod and walk out of the room. As Paradine shuts the door however, Daniels grabs him by the shoulder.

Xander Daniels: "What did you say to him, when you knelt down and whispered?"

Paradine shrugs off Daniels' hand and continues walking. He pauses a few steps away and turns around, a smirk on his face.

Nathan Paradine: "I asked him where his God was."

Paradine turns and follows Fullam, leaving Daniels to ponder the weight of such a question before shrugging and following his new partners in crime.

The sound of a THX Dolby Digital Surround Sound test fills the arena, synched to the slow dimming of the house lights. "Requiem For A Dream" by Clint Mansell plays on the speakers. A video package is shown, hyping the greatest professional athlete to have ever graced the squared circle. Gold lights and lasers wander throughout the arena as smoke and the flashing of a strobe light covers the entrance way. "Isarel's Son" by Silverchair blares on the sound system and the crowd erupts, standing on their feet in anticipation of their beloved superstars entrance.

The smoke gets heavier, settling in a foggy haze as Cody Williams can be seen rising to the top of the ramp by way of lift, covered in a long, black, fur lined cloak draped over his shoulders. Once the lift comes to a halt he throws his arms up into the air to an eruption of fireworks and pyrotechnics raining down on him from overhead. The smoke begins to clear as Cody makes his way to the ring.

He makes his way down the entrance ramp, pounding his chest as they continue to drown the stadium with boos and shouting out obscenities. He hops onto the ring apron with one knee and wipes his feet before stepping into the ring. He rushes to the nearest corner and stands on the second turnbuckle leaning over, repeatedly pounding his chest and raising his arms in the air. He hops off and heads over to the opposite corner and does the same. He makes his way to the center of the ring and begins to bounce in place, sliding the cloak off his shoulders and letting it fall to the ground in a silky heap while he stares down the ramp awaiting the arrival of his opponent.

Red and white lights begin to flicker and flash all around the arena, and the crowd gets to its feet. "Soul Creation" by Cinder... the original Milenko theme music, begins to pound over the PA system as the frequency of flashes quickens. After several moments, the flickering becomes so fast that it looks like one steady flow of luminous color flooding Madison Square Garden. When the music hits a fever pitch, there is an explosion of pyrotechnics on the stage. The music stops, the lights go out, and the crowd roars. "Heatwave" by Buck 65 replaces the silence, and the lights return to normal. Out from the back walks the President of Hostility, James Milenko. He is decked out in his old, red wrestling trunks and black boots. With a smirk on his face, and a 'Milenko Brand' T-shirt on his back, he struts down to the ring, much the chagrin of one Cody Williams. The owner of the company rolls in under the bottom rope, and waves to Cody as he walks over to the corner. Hoisting himself up to the top turnbuckle, Milenko poses for the fans before hopping back down to ready himself.

The two men stare bitterly across the ring at each other, never taking their eyes off of each other as the referee checks the two men for any weapons like brass knuckles since there has been a recent increase in the tiny weapons usage.

Finally satisfied the ref calls for the bell and the Battle For Power is under way! Cody wastes little time and hits Milenko with a stiff clothesline! Milenko goes down hard as Cody postures to the crowd, gloating because he got the first knock down. However Milenko quickly recovers and stands up behind the unsuspecting Cody. Grabbing him by the head The Boss hits a massive inverted DDT!

Cody goes down hard and Milenko quickly follows up with an inverted STF lock! Cody looks to be in extreme amounts of pain as the ref asks if he'd like to give up. Cody shakes his head and James does what he can to increase the pressure on the hold! Cody again shakes his head as the ref asks him if he'd like to submit. Milenko rolls his eyes and releases the hold, standing above Cody and delivering a couple vicious boots to his midsection.

Milenko soaks in the cheers of the crowd as he ascends to the top rope. He eyes the body of Cody Williams before him on the mat, smiling slightly before jumping off for a splash! However right at the last second, Cody rolls out of the way and Milenko does nothing but hit the mat! The fans in the front row can almost hear the sound of the wind gushing out of Milenko's lungs. Cody smirks as he delivers a few boots of his own to Milenko's body.

He picks up his fallen boss and shoves him roughly into the turnbuckle. He slaps him a couple times before taking Milenko by the arm while he climbs onto the second rope. It looks like he's setting up for his trademark move "Perfectly Executed!" However before he can do anything else Milenko recovers enough to deliver a powerful slap of his own right to Cody's jaw! Cody is forced into a sitting position as Milenko lands a couple more hard blows on the thorn in his side. Backing up, Milenko gets a running start and hits a beautiful Top Rope Backflip Kick! Cody falls to the apron and then rolls to the floor outside.

James Milenko, the owner of Hostility, the man who many call "Boss," backs himself up on the opposite side of the ring. Cody rises to his feet just as Milenko takes another running start and hits Cody Williams, The Reflection of Perfection, Version 220, with a suicide dive! Cody once again is flat on his back on the outside of the ring as Milenko uses the ring apron to pull himself up. The ref begins the ten count...

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

James eyes the two announce tables. One where the dynamic duo of Preston Waltman and Tanner Graves are busy trying to figure out what Milenko's next move is going to be. The next table over where Jesus Christo and Jose Pedro Hector Swarez sit saying what could very well be the same thing as Graves and Waltman are saying, but who knows? Spanish is elaborate gibberish. The ref continues his count...

FOUR!
FIVE!

James rolls into the ring and then back out, resetting the ref's count. He then proceeds over to the Spanish announce table and starts to take off everything on the top of it. Monitors, papers, what have you, if it was in James' way, it was now on the floor. However before James can do anything else he's hit from behind by the now recovered Cody Williams! Cody hits James with a series of shots before turning him around and hitting "Pure Perfection" on the man in charge! Milenko's face starts to ooze blood as Cody looks on in triumph.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!

Cody rolls into the ring and then climbs onto the apron. Without warning he hits an Arabian Press from out of no where! He lands on top of the back of James Milenko and the ref begrudgingly starts the count again...

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!

Cody pulls himself off of the body of Milenko. He leans up against the ring for support before rolling back in, urging the ref to count faster.

FIVE!
SIX!

Milenko begins to stir and crawls over to the ring. Using the apron he tries to pull himself up.

SEVEN!

Before anything else can happen though Cody goes for a double springboard moonsault to the outside! James was ready this time though and tactfully takes a couple steps in the opposite direction, letting Cody crash and burn right in front of him. A bemused expression takes over James' face through the blood as Cody withers in pain before him. Rolling his eyes, the ref begins the count once again.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

James once again eyes the Spanish announce table. His bemused expression turns to a sinister grin as he yanks Cody up and quickly drops him again with a vicious DDT! Cody looks to be in a different world as James sets him up on the Spanish announce table. Sensing what is coming, the crowd begins to work itself into a frenzy, standing up to get a better view of what's to come. James rolls into the ring and the ref practically begs him to stay in the ring. James shrugs off the ref's words and the ref has no choice but to continue the count as Cody lies on the announce table and James climbs carefully up to the top turnbuckle...

FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!

James stands up on the top turnbuckle and the crowd collectively gasps as James leaps off the turnbuckle and hits Cody Williams with a flying (to put it mildly) elbow drop! The crowd goes berzerk as the two men lie motionless outside the ring. The ref still has no choice but to count (again)...

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!

James stirs and gets to his knees, a smug smile on his lips as the crowd yells "HOLY SHIT!" Cody gets to his knees and hits James with a vicious right! James only returns the favor and the two continue to trade punches. The ref continues to count, raising his voice...

SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!

Finally realizing what was going on, the two men make a bee line for the ring, barely managing to both climb into the ring right at "ten." James stand shakily to his feet, the blood still pouring from his nose. Cody follows suit and the two stare daggers at each other. From out of no where the two run at each other and Cody gets the upper hand with vicious rights and lefts. With a sudden burst of energy Cody hits the Version 220! The crowd gasps as Milenko lands on his head and Cody hooks the leg for the pin. The ref slides in to make the count...

ONE!
TWO!
TH...NO!

The ref stops the count because the veteran Milenko found some way to put his other foot up on the bottom rope causing a break! Cody is beside himself with anger as he drags Milenko to the center of the ring to try again...

ONE!
TWO!
NO!

Somehow, some way, James Milenko is able to get his shoulder up! Cody can't believe it and stares at the ref, who only tells him that it was only a two count. Cody looks down at Milenko and can hardly believe it. Version 220 picks up his boss and preps to deliver his Picture Perfect move! However from out of no where James whips Cody into the ropes and hits the Overcharge! Cody goes down hard and Milenko rolls him over for the pin.

ONE!
TWO!
THR...NO!

Cody Williams is able to kick his shoulder up and this match still continues! James just shrugs his shoulders, not one to lose his temper and takes hold of Cody's feet. He looks over his shoulder, satisfied with what he sees and catapults Cody into the turnbuckle! Cody is busted open, donning a bloody mask much like the one James Milenko is wearing. Cody looks stunned as he puts his hand up to his head and looks at the blood on his hand. He backs up, not knowing where he is, and Milenko easily rolls him up in a school boy pin! The ref slides in...

ONE!
TWO!
THR...NO!

Just barely Cody is able to get his shoulder up. James rolls his eyes and glares at the ref who backs up cautiously. Turning his attentions back to Cody, James takes him by the arm and picks him up. He carefully backs him up to the corner and climbs up to the top rope while holding Cody's arm. He carefully takes a step out onto the top ring rope, another step, the crowd "Oohs" and "Ahhs" at the balance of the figure head of Hostility Wrestling Federation. Cody looks like he's about to gather himself when all of a sudden James jumps off the top rope, hits a hurracanranna and quickly turns that into a triangle choke move! The ref leaps in to see if Cody wants to give up but he quickly shakes his head. Cody starts to thrash with his legs, and weather by luck or his ring presence, one of Cody's boots lands on the bottom rope! The ref calls for a break in the hold and Milenko has no choice but to release the hold on Cody.

James stands up as Cody uses the ropes to pull himself up. Cody runs at Milenko who is more than ready for him and just dishes out more punishment in the form of The Deal Breaker! Cody grips his back in pain and James quickly locks in a Camel Clutch! The ref once again is asking Cody if he'd like to give up and of course Cody shakes his head no. James leans back more, putting more pressure on Cody's back but Cody just refuses to give up! He struggles to stand but is able to accomplish this feat, quickly falling backward, giving James a modified back body drop! Cody recuperates as James struggles to gather himself. With a burst of energy Cody quickly goes on the offensive hitting James with a hard hitting STO!

Eager to dish out more punishment, Cody stands James up and picks him up on his shoulders. He backs up into the closest corner and stands on the top rope, quickly delivering a Diving Fireman's Carry from the second rope! Cody bounces back up and then quickly goes for yet another double springboard moonsault, this time hitting his target! He goes for the pin and the ref slides in to make the count...

ONE!
TWO!
TH...NO!

Milenko kicks out of the pinning predicament and this match continues! Cody picks up Milenko and hits him with a vicious right! Milenko staggers backward and Cody follows again hitting another right. Cody backs up to get a running start. He comes running full steam at Milenko, who responds by springboarding off the second rope and nailing Cody with a double axe handle! The crowd erupts and Milenko smiles. He mouths the words, "Time to teach you a lesson," as he picks up Cody and uses Cody's own finishing maneuver, The Version 220, against him! Cody lands hard on the mat and looks to be down for the count! The crowd is urging Milenko to pin him but James Milenko hesitates. The ref begs for him to make the pin and Milenko responds with, "Hey, you do your job and I'll do mine." He looks to Cody and then to the closest turnbuckle. The crowd gets louder as Milenko climbs to the top. He glares down at Cody's prone body and turns carefully around facing the crowd. Shouting at the top of his lungs, "This one is for all of you!" he leaps backward, hitting his trademark moonsault into a leg drop across the throat of Cody! The crowd and the ref can't believe it as Milenko hooks the leg for the pin. The ref makes the count...

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

James Milenko has done it! He's beaten 'Version 220' and ensured that Cody won't be getting a World Title shot anytime soon while also proving that you just don't cross the boss!

WINNER: JAMES MILENKO via PINFALL

We're taken to the back where we see one of Hostilities newest members and family man; Christian Bryce. Christian is dressed in his wrestling attire with a black tee. Riding on his shoulder is his son Gabriel wearing a black Hostility tee and sporting a big foam finger with the word Bond on it. His face is painted up like Talon. Christian and Gabriel are making their way down the hall. Suddenly Gabriel's face drops wide open and he points.

Gabriel: Daddy!!! Talon!!!

Christian notices Talon at the end of the back hallway. Christian walks over to Talon stopping a few few away. Christian almost sounds nervous as he speaks.

Christian: Hello Mr. Talon....champion.....sir.

Talon turns around, flashing Christian a grin as he looks between the Blue Collar Hero and his young son.

Talon: No need for the 'sir' bit, my man... what can I do for ya?

Christian: Just wanted to come by and say hello. My names Christian Bryce, I'm rather new to Hostility. This is my son Gabriel, as you can tell from the face paint, he's a fan.

Gabriel looks almost as if he's going to die from excitement he's all but bouncing on the shoulders of Christian

Talon chews his lip for a moment, inspecting the little guy on the father's shoulder, before taking off the glove on his left hand. He pulls out a sharpie marker and signs his name on it. He hands it to Gabriel and pats Christian on the shoulder.

Talon: Here ya go buddy, but let me tell ya something... your dad here, he's a real hero.

Gabriel takes the glove in his hand and is grinning from ear to ear. Christian gives Talon a nod closing his eyes for a second and smiling.

Christian: What do we say to Mr. Talon, Gabriel?

Gabriel: Thank you!

Christian: Thanks Talon.

Christian smiles at Talon before heading off down the hallway leaving Talon to prepare for his match

The arena goes completely black as "Orange Sunshine" by Tree starts to blare over the sound system. A small flame appears on stage and ignites into a ring of fire as Xander Daniel's video package starts to play on the Hostile-Tron, highlighting his times in the ring.

Suddenly, in the raging ring of fire, a dark silhouette rises from beneath the stage. Slowly, the silhouette steps out from the flames, and stands at the top of the ramp. As the flames subside, they leave 'The Phoenix' Xander Daniels alone to face the chilling round of boos hurled at him by the fans. He snickers as they continue to jeer, and then begins to march down to the ring; a red spotlight following his every movement. The lights come back on as Xander makes it to the ring. He looks to his left and his right, raising his arms as if he's already won the match, and then slides in under the bottom rope. He postures once again for the crowd as flames erupt from the ring posts.

His music quickly dies out, leaving only the boos and hisses from the crowd at ringside. The sentiments of hate fill the air, but only for a short time.

Once again, Madison Square Garden is enveloped in darkness. As opposed to the flames that ushered Daniels to the ring, mist shoots up from the stage, a flakes of snow begin to fall from the rafters. "Staring At The Rude Bois" by the Gallows starts to play as red flares shoot off in front of the entrance curtain. It is then, that Hooligan, the Aversion Champion, steps out wearing his trademark wrestling mask designed to look like a hockey mask. The white snow settles on the shoulders of his black leather Red Wings jacket, and piles up around his black boots. Without hesitation, he rushes down the ramp, smacking a few random hands that shoot out from the crowd. Hooligan then leaps up, rolls under the bottom rope, and hops to his feet. He begins to run around the ring, hyping the crowd in attendance, before going to the center of the ring to hold up his Aversion Title for all to see. He then hands off the Title belt to the referee, who holds it up a second time for the audience.

With both men in the ring and raring to go, the referee calls for the bell, which also summons a massive pyrotechnics display that surrounds the ring, leaving the entire ringside area in flames. Both men stare into the fire, its bright reddish-orange glow, reflecting in their eyes. Or perhaps that is just the intense flames of desire and determination. The bell is finally rung, and the Inferno Match to decide the Aversion Champion begins.

Daniels wastes little time, and charges at Hooligan. The Aversion Champ is quick to react, and the two men lock up for the first time. Jocking for leverage, they spin in circles, going from one corner to another, never breaking their interlocking arms. Finally, it is Hooligan who comes out on top, after delivering a solid boot to Xander's midsection. The swift kick doubles the challenger over, leaving him wide open for a clubbing blow to the back of the neck. The shot forces Xander to his knees, and a follow up kick to the face puts him on his back. Laying in a most prone position, Xander eats several stomps to the stomach and chest before taking one last jumping elbow drop to the chest.

Hooligan hops back to his feet, and takes off running towards the far ropes. On the return trip, he leaps high into the air, and connects with a serious splash that takes the air out of Daniels' lungs. Fighting for each breath, Xander can't fight back as Hooligan swiftly rolls him from the ring, and towards the fire that can end the match. Feeling the scorching heat of the flames, Xander somehow manages to break free from Hooligan's grasp, and rolls back in to the safety of the ring. Not far behind is Hooligan, who looks to stay in early control of the match.

With the Champ in hot pursuit, Xander desperately crawls towards the far side of the ring. He gets to the ropes and holds on for dear life as Hooligan closes the gap. Suddenly, 'The Phoenix' flips over onto his back, and gets the sole of his boot up under Hooligan's ribs, pushing him away. Unrelenting, Hooligan closes in again, this time taking an even more forceful boot to the midsection. Again, not showing any signs of slowing down, Hooligan approaches Xander, who quickly sits up and grabs Hooligan by the front of his trunks, and pulls the masked man forward so that he falls out through the top and middle ropes. Crashing to the floor below, Hooligan luckily has slows his momentum before rolling right into the fire. With a sigh of relief, he climbs back to his feet, and turns to face the ring. However, Daniels is already in the air, using the top rope to propel himself to the outside, landing right on top of Hooligan.

Both men hit the floor hard, and remain down for a few moments. Even though he's received most of the punishment so far in the match, it is Xander Daniels who is the first to climb to his feet. He turns to Hooliagn, who is just getting to his knees, and tries to pull him the rest of the way up, but Hooligan slams a hard forearm into Xander's gut. Daniels, never being one to be out done, fires back with a short burst of speed, followed by a knee to the masked face. Hooligan crumbles to the floor, holding his face and groaning in pain. Finally with things going his way, Daniels drops down to his hands and knees, and starts to searching for a weapon underneath the ring. A cry of discovery rings out as he apparently has found something. But before he can pull the weapon out from under the ring, Hooligan latches onto his leg and begins to drags him away from the apron.

Xander scratches and claws, trying to pull away from Hooligan, but is unable to do so... that is until Xander gets his free boot into Hooligan's face. Once free, Xander climbs back to his feet... and then promptly drops a hard elbow down on the chest of the Champ. With both men feeling the effects of numerous smashmouth attacks, the rapid-fire pace that had begun the match, begins to slow down. Daniels take his time getting to his feet, dragging Hooligan up with him. Xander then looks to be going for a piledriver of sorts, but Hooligan warily slides out of position, and fires off with a forearm shot to the head. Xander fires back with one of his own, only for Hooligan to hit a second one. Both men now trade blows, each more destructive than the last. Finally, Xander manages to block one of Hooligan's forearm shots, and then another... and another. He gets a knee up into Hooligan's midsection, then spies the ring post. Keeping Hooligan on his feet, Xander tries for an Irish whip into the unforgiving steel, but Hooligan counters with an Irish whip of his own. Xander's head bounces off the metal ring post, and in a daze, he turns around... right into a spear.

Hooligan roars with approval as he climbs back to his feet. Picking up where Xander left off, the Aversion Champion now begins to rummage around under the ring, and pulls out... you guessed it... his trademark hockey stick. Lifting it into the air, Hooligan holds his weapon of choice as if it were a scepter or trophy. However, as he readies himself to strike, he stops, and then drops the stick down at his side. Daniels is on his hands and knees, trying to get back to his feet, but Hooligan puts a stop to that by giving the challenger a good ole fashion kick to the ribs. Xander rolls around on the floor, grabbing his aching ribs, and warning Hooligan to quit while he's ahead. Unfortunately, Hooligan isn't listening. He's to interested in dipping the blade of his stick into the blistering heat of the raging inferno. The crowd starts going nuts, as Hooligan once again holds his hockey stick up for all to see... especially the end that is no engulfed in flames.

He stands behind Daniels, begging for him to rise to his feet. On the inside, the referee is growing impatient. He screams at the two competitors to either use the fire, or get back into the ring. Back on the outside, Hooligan is still waiting for Xander to get to his feet. A few moments later, Daniels begins to show a little life, and pulls himself to a knee, and to both knees... and finally to his feet. He turns to see the flaming-hockey stick-wielding-hockey mask-wearing Champion advancing towards him.

WHOOSH!

Xander is barely able to duck under the swinging hockey, and checks to make sure his head is still entirely intact.

WHOOSH!!

Again, Xander is barely able to sidestep another attack with the hockey stick. This time, he retaliates and grabs a hold of the hockey stick as well. The two men fight for control of the equalizer, pulling eahc other closer and closer. As they get nose-to-nose, Hooligan leans back and delivers a massive headbutt that takes its toll on both the headbutter and the headbuttee. The headbutt forces Xander to let go of the hockey stick and stagger a few steps back. Hooligan, not in his right mind after using his head as a weapon, swings the stick with a back-swing, looking to connect with a "slap shot", but as he does, the referee sticks his head out through the ropes to try and bring the match back into the ring. As he does so, the errant swing of the hockey stick does connect... unfortunately, it was the side of the referee's head. The man in the zebra shirt falls back into the ring, acting as if he had just been shot. Distracted, Hooligan turns to see the referee in obvious agony. Xander totally capitalizes on the Aversion Champion's mistake and grabs him from behind. He quickly whirls Hooligan around, and forces his head down towards the flames.

The crowd begins booing heavily as it looks as though Xander is on his way to winning the match. However, with the referee down, there is no one to see what's going on. Hooligan screams as the intense heat envelops his head. Black soot forms on his prized hockey mask and the plastic begins to bubble. Now with clear evidence of victory, Xander lets go of Hooligan and climbs back into the ring to revive the referee. He pulls the ref to his feet, and half heartedly asks if he is alright. The referee is slow to respond, still feeling the effects on the hockey stick to the side of the head. Meanwhile, outside the ring, Hooligan has removed himself from the flames, and collects his wits. As Xander finally gets the referee to turn back around, Hooligan dives head first under the ring, hiding his deformed mask from the view of the official. Xander can't believe his eyes, and quickly slides back out of the ring to where Hooligan's legs dangle from underneath the ring apron.

The challenger then grabs a hold of the nearest appendage, and drags Hooligan out into the open. To his dismay, Hooligan's burnt mask is nowhere to be seen. Instead, the Champion is now wearing a fresh mask... one free of burns and bubbled plastic. Daniels looks up at the referee, who sees nothing wrong with Hooligan, and starts to argue that he has won the match. However, the referee just yells at him to continue on with the match. Xander is beside himself, adamant that the Aversion Title is his. With a fire all his own burning in his eyes, he reaches down to pull Hooligan to his feet, only to receive a sharp uppercut for his efforts. The punch forces Daniels back a couple steps, allowing Hooligan to climbs to his feet under his own power. As he does so, he finds his hockey stick once again, and swings with all his might. This time, he connects with the right person's noggin.

Dazed from the assault, Xander stumbles towards the ring, and rolls in. Hooligan is hot on his trail, sliding in right behind him. Xander scrambles to his feet, but gets a crosscheck to the small of his back, which shoves him into the corner. Once against the turnbuckles, Xander flips around to face the center of the ring. Hooligan is right there in his face, driving the butt end of his hockey stick into Xander's stomach. The spear, as it is known in the game of hockey, drops Daniels to the canvas, clutching his abdomen. Hooligan looks around at the fans cheering at ringside, and finally decides to give the hockey stick a rest for a while. He drops it, and picks Xander up instead. Going for an Irish whip to the opposite corner, Hooligan pulls Xander from the corner. However, Xander counters with an Irish whip of his own. But as if looking into a mirror, Hooligan reverses things back into his favor, and sends Xander in a different direction with the originally intended Irish whip. Xander bounces off the ropes, and rebounds into a big back body drop by Hooligan.

Almost instantly, Xander bounces up from the canvas, and turns around into a body check that sends him hurdling towards the ropes. He catches himself on the top rope, and stays standing up. Hooligan is quick to react and grabs Daniels from behind, and tries to dump him out over the ropes. Somehow, Xander manages to land feet-first on the ring apron, but is caught in no man's land when Hooligan lays into him with an elbow to the head. Xander begins to teeter off the edge of the ring, but holds onto the ropes for dear life. Another elbow has him teetering even further now, and a third even more so. Seeing that the elbow just aren't going to do the trick, Hooligan runs to the far ropes, and gets a full head of steam before diving through the ropes, trying to spear Xander from the ring apron to the flames below. Miraculously, Xander jumps up at the last second, allowing Hooligan to sail right through the ropes. Quick thinking, on the part of the Champion, saves the match as Hooligan somehow bends his knees in mid flight, and hooks his legs on the ropes.

No it is he who is in no man's land. Xander lands with a foot on either side of Hooligan's body, and with a malicious laugh, he hooks Hooligan's leg under his armpits, and applies a modified boston crab, which has Hooligan's upper torso dangling from the ring, and his legs twisted and contorted in the ropes. Never having seen a Boston crab quite like this, the crowd breaks out into a "HOLY SHIT!" chant, rivaled only by the screams of agony coming from under Hooligan's mask. Xander leans back, putting as much pressure and torgue on the Champ's back as humanly possible. If this were a normal match, the hold would undoubtedly have to be broken. If this was any sort of no disqualification match, Hooligan would have been forced to submit by now. But where the only way to win lies within the fire at ringside, Xander is free to hold the Boston crab on as long as he'd like.

However, even though he's enjoying torturing his arch nemesis, Xander knows he cant end things like this, and he eventually releases the hold. Hooligan drops down to the ring apron, and rolls back into the ring. But that's as far as he gets, as the crippling pain in his back won't allow him to get to his feet under his own volition. Luckily for him, Xander is there to drag him to his feet. He hooks Hooligan's head under his arm, and drops him with a snap suplex, and quickly whips the hips and rises for a second. Hooligan manages to drop down, and rolls Daniels up with a small package. While this can't end the match, it does serve to get Hooligan out of the line of fire.

Both men sprawl to their feet once more, and Xander tries to continue with the offense. He reaches up to hit Hooligan with an Ace Crusher, but Hooligan swats him away to the corner. Summoning up all his strength and resilience, Hooligan rushes him from behind, but Xander gets his elbow up into the Champ's face. Daniels then takes a quick look over his shoulder to measure up Hooligan, and then hops up to the second rope, and dives back with a twisting cross body block. Hooligan sees it coming, and ducks down, sending Xander to the canvas. Xander grabs his chest, grimaces with pain, but still gets back to his feet. Hooligan is slow to turn, but does so in time to see Xander running towards him. 'The Phoenix' jumps up into the air, but Hooligan catches him and propels him up and over his head to the top rope. Xander lands in a seated position on the top turnbuckle, with his back to the ring. Hooligan grabs a hand full of hair, and jerks Daniels head back, so that he falls down into a tree of woe. The back of his head smashes off the bottom turnbuckle, scrambling what little sense his has left.

Hooligan, presumably licking his lips under his mask, stomps once on Xander's stomach, and then pulls him back up to his previous seated position. From there, teh Aversion Champion looks to the crowd for support... before climbing up to the top turnbuckle with Daniels. Once up there, he gets into position, and places Xander's head between his legs. The fans know what's coming, and another "HOLY SHIT!" chant starts up. With one last look at the crowd, Hooligan flips Xander up onto his shoulders, looking for a super powerbomb from the top rope. But Xander snaps out of it, and fights off the big move with several jabs to the face. The desperation shots stun Hooligan, and he, with Xander on his shoulders, begins to sway from side-to-side. Xander lays into his with more jabs, with the crowd looking on in horror. With nowhere to go, but down, the unthinkable happens. Hooligan totally loses his balance, and begins to fall from the ropes. Xander, the man who never goes high risk, now finds himself in that very situation... one of very high risk.

Without thinking, Xander hooks his legs around Hooligan's neck, and swings to the side. The shocking yet amazing, awkward yet graceful, top rope headscissors takedown causes both men to fall, not into the ring, but to the floor even further below. Daniels comes crashing down on his back; the sound of flesh on padded concrete echoes over the roar of the flames. Hooligan, on the other hand is sent flying through the air, and lands right in the middle of the wildfire. The referee, while just as amazed as everyone else, is upright and cognisant of the situation. He looks down at Daniels, who isn't moving, and then over at Hooligan who is woozy, but aware of the danger he is in. He rolls from the flames, which is a good thing, because half of his wrestling gear is on fire. That is enough for the referee, who calls for the bell.

In an instant, Madison Square Garden turns into a madhouse. The fans go insane, as the one of the most despised men in Hostility has just claimed his first bit of Championship hardware. Still on the floor, Xander slowly sits up, not even aware that the match is over. Suddenly snapping to his senses, he rises to his feet in search of his opponents. It isn't until he turns around to see Hooligan being doused with fire extinguishers, that Xander realizes what has happened. Turning around a second time, he comes face-to-face with his new Aversion Title, which the referee holds out for him.

Clenching it to his chest, Xander wanders away to the bottom of the entrance ramp where he meets up with 'The Coolness' Pat Fullam, who is there to help him celebrate. Xander nearly collapses in Fullam's arms, but is able to make his way back up the ramp with minimal assistance from his giant friend. Once at the top, both men turn back to the ring, and stare at Hooligan as he sits up on the floor.

You play with a phoenix... you're gonna get burned.

WINNER and NEW AVERSION CHAMPION: XANDER DANIELS via FIRE

The flames around the ring are killed as Xander calls for a mic. He is handed the Aversion Title and a mic just as "The Coolness" Pat Fullam enters the ring and Nathan Paradine can be seen coming into the ring from the ramp. They both nod approvingly as Xander takes center stage with the Aversion Title over his shoulder. He winces slightly as he waits for the crowd to quiet some and as they do so he begins to speak.

"So ends the title reign of Hooligan." Xander smirks as he continues, "To be honest, Hooligan, you put up a decent fight. However you just proved yourself to be nothing more than a transitional champion, winning an abandoned title at a PPV a couple months ago, and holding it for me until I got my title match."

The crowd erupts in a chorus of boos as Xander continues,

"This title win means a lot to me, seeing as how it's my first, but certainly not my last, title win here in Hostility. While that's huge news itself, I also have some MORE big news..." Xander pauses as the crowd hushes itself, waiting with their collective breath's held for the news that Xander has.

"This win not only ushers in an era of me as Aversion Champion, it also ushers in the time of the most dominant stable that Hostility has ever seen! I now introduce you to Violence:Evolved!"

Xander gestures to himself, Pat, and Nathan as he says this. Paradine hands Xander a can of spray paint which the new Aversion Champion shakes eagerly before popping the cap off of it. Tossing the mic to his side he sets the Aversion Title down on the ring and starts to spray paint it! The three men stand back to look at the title belt admiringly before Xander snaps the belt around his waist. The camera zooms in on the belt. In huge black letters across the face plate, the letters "V:E" were clearly visable to everyone watching. The crowd boos as "Princes Of The Universe" by Queen starts to play over the loud speakers and the three members of Violence:Evolved celebrate in the ring.

And here we are... time for our South of Heaven main event of the evening... it's all led to this moment... Talon defends the World Heavyweight Championship against Steven Steele... NOW!

Save The World for Me...
Tatoo the World...

The chours from "Disease" by Sevendust cuts onto the loudspeakers as Steven Steele steps out on to the staging area. Steele makes his way down to the ring. He stops for a second at the ring and then jumps up to the ring apron and steps inside the ring from the middle ropes.

Do I care anymore- if there's a new beginning
The simple plan is broken
Every time it's given
I needed thrust and love but grab the hand of hate

Steele stands in the middle of the ring. He looks around at the fans as they are booing him loudly. Steele grins as he looks up to the sky and holds his arms out stretched, and at that moment blue fire errupts from the ring post.

Destory all you see
Tatoo the world - change everything
Save the world for me
Tatoo the world

Steele then turns quickly and looks up at the ramp way and awaits the arrival of his opponent.

The lights drop as the sold-out crowd at Madison Square Garden rises to its feet, crying out as they anticipate what is happening. At the first chord struck for “Through the Fire and Flames”, gold and purple laser lights flash about the arena, matching the music as they protrude from the set. This continues until the music begins to pick up, hitting the first giant guitar riff, when a figure can be seen rappelling at the top of the stage, glittering in the light... IT'S TALON!

The Hero of Hostility hits the bottom as the fans roar, holding the Hostility World Heavyweight Championship and the Fed Wars Unified Heavyweight Championship high for the entire world to see, howling wildly as he soaks in the reaction, unstrapping himself from the harness and shaking it off effortlessly, his regal purple and gold coat flowing behind him as he takes a few steps forward, his title belts on his shoulder, pointing to the fans on one side... then the other... and then as he points down the ramp at Steele, a wave of flames, purple and gold, erupts from the stage, illuminating the entirety of Madison Square Garden!

A grin wide on his face, Talon takes his time walking down the most famous aisle in the world, high-fiving each and every one of his fans lining his road into battle, staring daggers into the number one contender for HIS Hostility World Heavyweight Championship. He sets the Fed Wars Unified Heavyweight Championship on the announcers' desk reverently, before placing the World Title on his shoulder and walking up the steel ring steps into the ring.

The lasers continue to flash around the arena fervently as Hostility's hero climbs to the top turnbuckle, raising the belt high one more time before hopping down. He takes the purple and gold coat off first, handing it off to someone at ringside as he looks down at the Hostility World Heavyweight Championship before finally handing it to the referee.

Alexandra Ricci stands in the center of the ring as champion and challenger stare each other down, a microphone in her hand.

Alexandra: Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, it is time for your main event of the evening... and it is for the World Heavyweight Championship. Coming to you LIVE from the historic Madison Square Garden in New York City... scheduled for one fall, this is your South of Heaven main event!

She lets the crowd go crazy for a moment, smiling as she speaks again.

Alexandra: Standing in the corner to my right, he weighed in this morning at two hundred and thirteen pounds... coming to us from Flowery Beach, Georgia, he is the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship... Steven Steele!

Steele ignores the boos and hisses from the fans as he stares daggers into Talon's head.

Alexandra: And now, standing in the corner to my left... he weighed in this morning at two hundred and forty pounds... he is coming to us from Carson City, Nevada... the Fed Wars Unified Champion and the Heavyweight Champion of the World... this is “The Hero”... Talon!

Talon raises his arms up, spreading them like wings as he soaks in the pop from the fans in this sold out arena.

Ricci takes the World Title from the referee and steps out of the ring as the ref calls for the bell to ring. The fans are on their feet as Talon and Steele circle each other, feeling each other out. Talon takes a step closer and Steele responds by taking a step back. Talon relaxes, turning away and looking out towards the crowd, but as he does Steele rushes him! Talon saw it coming, however, and steps aside, hooking his leg inside Steele's and grabbing him by the shoulder, tripping him up and slamming him down on the mat!

Talon wastes no time, spinning Steele around and trying to lock in Athena's Judgment, but Steele manages to kick upwards into Talon's chest, sending him backwards! Steele rises to his feet and charges Talon as the champion regains his footwork, spearing him into the mat! Steele unloads into Talon with a left and a right, but the champion shifts the momentum, throwing Steele onto the mat with Talon on top of him as they roll around, trading blows back and forth!

Talon finally gains the advantage, throwing Steele backward before kipping up, bracing himself for another spear by Steele and reversing it into a roll-up!

ONE...
TWO...
TH-No!!! Steele kicks out of the roll-up attempt, fury in his face as he quickly gets to his feet and charges Talon, kicks him in the gut, and hits him with the Foreplay! Talon's down and Steele goes for the cover... is it over already?

ONE...
TWO...
THR-No!!! Talon raises a shoulder, surprising Steele, the referee, and the fans. “The Hero” climbs to his feet slowly as Steele hits him across the back, trying to slow his progress. Talon drops to his knees as Steele attempts a punt, instead flying over the champion and landing in the ropes. As he recovers, Talon rises behind him and whirls him around... he punches him in the head once, twice, three times, before spinning him around and taking him down with the Wings of Destiny! Talon goes for the cover!

ONE...
TWO...
THRE-No!!! Steele gets his shoulder up! Talon gets up, pushing his hair back as he rises, pacing around the fallen Steele and shaking his head, as the number one contender rolls onto his stomach, picking himself up with his elbows, and from the look in his eyes it seems like even Steele can't believe he picked his shoulder up.

Talon picks Steele up by the head, locking up and lifting him up for a suplex. Steele, however, manages to shift the weight around, swinging back down and landing on his back, taking Talon down with him, cracking the champion against the mat skull-first! Both men are on their backs as the referee surveys the damage. Steele rolls onto his stomach instinctively, crawling under the bottom rope and out of the ring, as Talon groggily lurches upward, groaning as he shakes the cobwebs out of his head. He looks out of the ring as Steele shoves the timekeeper out of his seat, grabbing the steel chair and wildly looking back to the ring as he imagines the chair connecting with Talon's skull.

He stalks toward the ring with ill intent, but a cheer comes from the crowd as a figure emerges from behind the curtain... IT'S CHRIS BOND!

Steele steps up onto the ring steps, the referee protesting as he makes an attempt to step through, but Bond catches up with him, grabbing the steel chair from his hands! Steele growls, turning away from Talon for just a moment, giving the champ time to hit him with a ferocious Falcon Punch that knocks the number one contender off of the ring apron, crashing onto the arena floor below!

Talon looks at Bond, who is now being scolded by the referee for being at ringside, and it's easy to see that the World Champion isn't happy to see his best friend and brother in arms at the moment. Bond takes his attention off the referee for a second, raising his arms and explaining to Talon that he was just trying to help... Steele comes in with a low blow, dropping Bond to the floor in pain! Steele grabs the chair from Bond's hand and tosses it into the ring, behind the referee! Talon leans through the ropes, checking on Bond as Steele looks down below the ring apron. As the ref goes to grab it and remove the steel chair, Steele grabs another one and blasts Talon in the skull, dropping him down to the floor! The referee turns around to check the sound, but Steele has already tossed the chair aside.

He grabs Talon by the head, hitting him with a stiff shot to the chin as he drags him up and leads him over to the crowd of booing fans. He nails the champion with another shot, forcing him to stagger backwards. He goes for another one... but Talon blocks it! Steele tries it with the other fist... but he blocks it again, and responds with a shot across the face of his own! Steele tries to grab Talon by the throat, but Talon does one better, grabbing Steele by the head and knocking him back with a vicious headbutt! Talon steps backward for a moment as Steele leans against the rail, before knocking his block off with a Claws of Fate! Steele goes over the rail and lands in some lucky fan's lap!

As security works to move fans away from the site, Talon takes a breath, shambling up the ring steps before turning and looking at Chris Bond as he slowly rises to his feet. He turns back to the scene of Steven Steele, breathless in front of the fans, as he climbs onto the top turnbuckle. The fans go silent for just a moment as Talon holds his index finger to the air, following it with his eyes, before closing them, taking a deep breath, and leaping! He soars out of the ring, over the ringside area, and twists his body, aiming his feet at the rising Steven Steele... DEATH FROM ABOVE INTO THE AUDIENCE!

The kick catches Steele in the chest, sending him flying back once again, but Talon gets the worst of it, as his head connects with the steel rail on his way down, knocking the champion unconscious! The fans cheer for Talon to get up, but it's not happening... he could easily have a concussion from that... there needs to be a response from the Hostility medical team to this.

A medical official sprints out to the scene, getting to the rail and inspecting Talon... but Steven Steele is on his feet, and blindsides the official with a shot upside the head, rendering him stunned momentarily, giving Steele a chance to grab the official by the throat and drive him headfirst into the steel rail!

Talon begins to shake himself into consciousness, his eyes open but still fuzzy, as Steele turns around and looks at him. A grin forms on his face as Steele taunts the World Champion, shouting at him against the chorus of chants and boos from the fans. He slaps Talon on the back of the head, reminding him where he is, then blocks a weak shot from the champion, laughing as he grabs the fist and pulls Talon up. He pokes the wobbling champion hard in the chest, but his laughs are soon silenced as Chris Bond comes up behind Steele, nailing him with a shot to the back!

Steele turns around, preparing to deal with Bond, but the referee whirls Bond around and begins yelling at him, thrusting his finger toward the stage and ordering Bond to return to the back! Bond protests, but the referee points again, threatening to disqualify Talon if Bond does not follow his orders. Bond begins to back up toward the ramp, disbelief and heartbreak showing in his face as he pleads with the referee. Steele, meanwhile, turns around, a grin on his face at Bond's removal, and walks right into a Claws of Fate from the recovering Talon!

Steele leans against the steel rail, making him an easy victim to a Laundry Line from the staggering Talon! Steele kicks up landing on the other side of the rail, as Talon hits the guard rail with a big boot, toppling it over onto Steele and allowing the champion to collapse over it, rolling toward the ring as he struggles to keep consciousness after his injury. Once on the floor, Talon lifts the guard rail slightly, giving the waiting Steele an opportunity to hit a cheap shot from under the metal structure, stunning Talon slightly and giving Steele enough time to lift the guard rail and scramble out from underneath it!

Talon gets to his feet, wobbling still, and just narrowly staggers out of the way of a spear from Steven Steele! Steele hits the ring steps, cursing as he collapses onto them in pain. Talon turns, watching Chris Bond walk away for a moment and nodding before hitting Steele with a well-placed kick to the back! Talon stoops, his hands on his knees as he tries to breath and blink away the cloud on his mind, before delivering a knife-edge chop to Steele's back!

He picks up Steele by the head, throwing him into the ring and raising a fist for the fans and rolling into the ring himself. He grabs Steele by the head again, both men lifting to their feet in an inadvertent grapple, as they try to gain the advantage in the match. Steele breaks loose, slapping Talon across the face, but Talon responds with a boot to the gut and a DDT, driving Steele's head into the mat! Steele is down and Talon's going for the cover!

ONE...
TWO...
THREE NO!!! Steele gets a shoulder up! Talon almost had it wrapped up, but Steven Steele manages to get a shoulder up and deny the champion of the victory! Talon gets to his knees, looking to the lights in desperation, as Steven Steele continues to breath and get himself back into the game on his back. Talon, however, shakes his head and gets to his feet, grabbing Steele by the legs and locking him up, twisting him around... it's Athena's Judgment! Talon tried to lock it on before, and now he has the leverage and there is nothing Steele can do about it!

Steele groans in pain as Talon struggles to keep hold of the challenger's legs... the referee slides to the mat, talking to Steele, asking him if he wants to submit... but Steele refuses! He gets up on his hands and struggles toward the ring ropes, trying to get ahold of them... but Talon takes a step toward the middle of the ring, robbing Steele of the opportunity to escape!

The fans are on their feet, cheering for “The Hero” as he continues to apply pressure... but suddenly his eyes blank and he lets go of Steele's legs, dropping to his knees as a gasp goes out through the arena. Steele wastes no time, grabbing the lapsing Talon and locking on the Perfect Recoil! Thanks to sheer luck, Steele is out of Athena's Judgment and has locked on his own submission maneuver! Talon groans, his neck lodged firmly in Steele's bent leg, his eyes flashing wildly as he tries to figure a way out of the hold.

Waving his hand in the air, Talon rallies support to his cause, before closing his eyes, muttering a prayer, and by some miracle using everything he has left to power out of the position, launching himself while still locked in, feet balancing carefully on the mat... he turned a submission maneuver into a pinfall attempt! The referee goes for the count.

ONE...
TWO... No!!! Steele breaks the hold, releasing the gasping Talon as he rolls out of the way, grabbing the steel chair rising to his feet. The referee gets up, protesting with Steele, as Talon rises to his feet and goes for a Claws of Fate! Steele ducks out of the way, causing the kick to instead hit the referee right on the side of the head! He drops like a sack of bricks as Talon looks in horror at what he's done, but Steele smacks him right in the back with the steel chair! Talon drops to his knees, a look of defeat in his eyes as he glances at the referee before looking up at the triumphant Steele.

Steele nods, making a belt motion around his waist as he prepares the steel chair. He pokes Talon in the chest, taunting him, before swinging back, cocking the chair... and swinging down... but Talon has reached up and caught the chair before he could be hit by it! Steele can't believe it... the fans can't believe it... hell, Talon himself can't believe it!

Arms shaking, Talon rises to his feet, his chest huffing and puffing as he stares death at Steele. He lets go of the chair for a moment, giving Steele a chance to swing it again, but Talon lifts a big boot, knocking the chair into Steele's face! Steele drops the chair, his hands instead reaching up to hold his face, but he looks for a moment only to walk into a Falcon Punch from Talon!

Steele stumbles back, catching himself against the ropes as Talon roars in fury, charging the number one contender and hitting him with a barrage of lefts and rights. Talon lifts a knee into Steele's gut, throwing him aside right next to the steel chair. Talon raises his arms into the air for the fans in a wing formation, motioning for the Wings of Destiny... he's going to end it right now! The referee begins to shake his head, regaining consciousness, but that doesn't stop Steven Steele from grabbing the steel chair next to him, getting to his feet and bracing it as he prepares to swing...

… but Chris Bond slides into the ring! Bond has determination written all over his face as he rips the chair out of Steven Steele's hands and tosses it aside! 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!!!

Steven Steele has ended Talon's reign! Steven Steele has endured a grueling match, receiving help from the absolute least likely source, and becoming the Hostility World Heavyweight Champion!

Chris Bond backs up the ramp, getting garbage thrown at him as “Disease” by Sevendust plays through the arena, the new World Champion getting the title handed to him, raising his arms in victory as he looks at the fallen unconscious Talon. Steele places the World Title on his shoulder, out of breath from this huge moment... a huge moment for Steven Steele, for Talon, for Chris Bond and for all of Hostility... capping off the biggest night in Hostility history!

What's next for the land of the Hostile, now that everything has been changed forever? Tune into Hostile Violence next Monday to find out!

WINNER and NEW HOSTILITY WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: STEVEN STEELE via PINFALL