The Road to Redemption
“Thank you, Ryan.” Morpheus said. He didn’t look at all like any former SHOWrestling fan would recognize him. He was clean shaven, for the most part anyways. He wore a leather coat with a white undershirt beneath. Around his right shoulder, the SHOWorld Championship was draped. With his hand, he held onto the strap to make sure it didn’t fall from its place. He brought the microphone up to his lip with his free, left hand.

“For those of you that don’t know me, seven years ago I was crowned the first ever SHOWorld Champion. Four years later, when the company came back into the limelight, I was awarded this belt once again. However, the past is behind us.” The fans really didn’t seem to care.

“I’m not out here to announce myself as the new SHOWorld Champion. I am out here to make a couple of announcements. Last week, I was made the President of SHOWrestling. What that means is… well… quite frankly, I’m the boss. I make the matches. I make the final decisions around here. I hold the controlling interest in SHOWrestling. Rebuilding the SHOWrestling infrastructure isn’t going to be an easy task. The road to redemption starts tonight. With that, tonight’s main event will see the crowning of a new SHOWorld Champion. Unarguably, the two best wrestlers in this company, Uncensored and Nik VanCore will do battle for this title.

“They have a well-documented, career-long rivalry. I think it’s about time to put it to rest. Tonight.”

“Walk” by Pantera played as Morpheus exited the ring.

The cameras didn’t focus on his exit, however. It panned back to the announcing booth.

“WOW!” Ryan exclaimed loudly. “We’re kicking things off with a bang, eh? Uncensored will be taking on Nik VanCore to finally, officially end the hatred the two have for one another. It’s only fitting it’d happen in the place where it all began for the both of them, SHOWrestling. What do you think, Bill?”

“You know, Ryan,” Bill said. “Usually, I’m just here to spit out shitty one-liners every now and then. But I’ve got to be serious. This night is sure to be an amazing one.”

Like Old Times
Morpheus, Uncensored, and Nik VanCore were all sitting in the locker room. Sadistic was painting his face prior to putting on his mask. The three of them watched on while the pre-taped segment featuring Morpheus and Uncensored played on a monitor. Neither of them were exactly the best of friends. But they all could tolerate each other more so than anyone else in the locker room.

“I gotta tell you guys,” Morpheus started to say, “I’ve got a pretty good feeling about this.” Uncensored and nVc kept their eyes on the segment.

Eventually, Uncensored chimed in with, “A good feeling about what?” VanCore took a drink of his bottled water.

“SHOW!” Morpheus exclaimed. “I really think this could be what we’ve all wanted to see from this company. What we’ve all worked so hard on in the past, and we’re finally going to see great things.”

“You told me this last time, Morph.” Uncensored said. “We all remember how well it ended up that time.”

“And besides,” nVc chimed in. “We’ve already got too much shit holding us back, you know?”

Morpheus shook his head.

Lunatic walked in. Uncensored stood up and the two shook hands. “What’s up, Loony?” Uncensored said as he was glad to be back with his old friend.

“Not a whole lot, how about you guys?” Lunatic responded.

“Not shit, bro. Just kickin’ back watching the show.” Uncensored answered.

“I’m telling you guys,” Morpheus started up yet again. “I haven’t felt this good since SHOW first opened seven years ago. It’s just like old times.”

A Needed Conversation
Immediately, “Walk” was turned off. For the fans at home, as well as on the SHOWMe Screen, Uncensored was seen arriving into the building. With the crazy weather the country’s had over the last few weeks, he was a little more dressed than his usual short jeans and undershirt as he normally would be.

This time, he wore a white t-shirt.

He dragged his suitcase behind him. As he made his way towards the locker room.

“And there he is,” Ryan said. “He has been through a lot in his life during the past several years. He’s been through a lot with this company and tonight, it very well could pay off.”

“Ryan, the past is behind him.” Bill stated. “Sure, it will be in the back of his mind, but tonight is a different night. It isn’t the same place it was four or seven years ago. Tonight he has a chance to fulfill a goal he has been reaching to accomplish for over ten years. This is the house that he built. It would only be fitting that he see the fruits of his labor finally break through for him.”

“Well put.” Ryan told his partner.

Uncensored kept on walking during the whole conversation. More than likely, he didn’t even know that he would be in the evening’s final outing. Nor did he know what would be at stake or who it’d be against.

He just walked. Walked on towards his destination. Trying to find the locker room. Suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks.

In front of him was the man who decided his fate just moments prior.

The history of Uncensored and Morpheus is fairly simple. For a few months during the last installment of SHOWrestling, the two were close allies. Morpheus held the SHOWorld Championship while Uncensored held the SHOWPrimetime Championship. In a lot of ways, Morpheus just used Uncensored in order to win matches and keep his SHOWorld Championship.

The last time they saw or spoke to one another, as far as anyone knew, anyways, was during Uncensored’s arrest on the worst night of his life. All that transpired between the two of them was Uncensored calling out Morpheus’ name as he was put in the squadcar.

For the few short moments that they shared staring into each other’s eyes, this all flashed in their minds. They had moths flying about in their stomachs.

“We need to talk.” Morpheus told Uncensored.

Uncensored just shook his head slightly and let out a small sigh. He continued to walk as he passed SHOWrestling’s President, Morpheus followed him. He put an arm around Uncensored and the two walked off.

Ghost Whisperringz
After that scene, the cameras were immediately changed to view Lunatic walking down a backstage corridor. He talked into what appeared to be an empty juice box.

“Director’s Log: 0, 4, 6, 3, 3, 5, 17, Almighty, Zero.” He said into the box. “Tonight, we have from making a finds ourselves studying the case as much as possible. The client has requestered us to bring ourselves some priests up in this BEE and try to rid ourselves of the ghost once and forevers.”

He continued to walk down the hallway.  He began to narrate while looking in the camera’s lense. “All my lives, I had been tormented by the paranoidal and tried to look from all on answers, but it never workeded. Then I decided to look for some ghosts of this one dude who once left us all for good. And now, I finded this one thing for the paranoidal. This is our investigationalism.”

“Dude,” he said to the camera man, “Did you bring the evepees? I need some electric night visible camera goggles.”

“Uh… what are you talking about?” An unseen voice asked.

“Nope. It’s not going to happen.” Lunatic told him.

“Camer-dude’s Log: Stargate vision 7, 1, 1, 7, 7, 1, 1, 7, 7, 1, 7, 7, 1, 1, 1. I just want to make sure we’re logging this shiz down and all.”

Lunatic jumped, as if he was startled by something he had seen.

“OMG~! DUDEZ~! THERE IT IS~!” He yelled while pointing down the hallway.

The camera man tried to turn, but technical difficulties had brought the fans at home and in the arena to static.

A Full Bottled Apprehensions
“Well, we’re apparently having some technical difficulties. We do apologize.” Ryan Harms told the audience at home. “So now, we’ll take you to Jessica Styles who is standing by.”

“Thank you Ryan,” Jessica said. She stood by the side of the entry ramp. “We are just two hours away from crowning a new SHOWorld Champion, but right now, we’re going to take a special look at the former SHOWPrimetime Champions as we get ready for the first match in the tournament for that title.”

“Hold on, dude! The high-pitched voice of Lunatic could be heard saying, although he wasn’t seen on camera. Soon enough, he was seen with another camera man standing beside Jessica Styles.

“You gotta check out what we caught on some camers.” He told Jessica. “We got it up on this LSD screen. Give it to me, dude.” Lunatic reached for the camera that his camera man was holding. He leaned downward, while doing something that he tried to hide.

“THERE IT IS!” He yelled while holding the camera for a moment. He put his camera in front of the other, showing the LCD screen.

It was paused at the second just before things had just cut to static beforehand. However, there was an obvious black spot created by a marker. “THERE YOU HAS IT~!” Lunatic said with excitement filling his breath. “WE’S FIND IT~! IT’S THE FULL BOTTLED APPREHENSIONS OF GRASS HOPPERS~!”

Lunatic started running around in circles, dropping the camera on the steel entryway along the way. Suddenly, when he was running, he ran into a full bodied…person, knocking him square on his ass.

This person grabbed hold of Jessica’s microphone and spoke.

“Wait just a second,” this man said. “MaX-Files is on the case!” He looked down at his watch. “Now, I have just a few moments before I must stop the technological discomforts of the coming new year!”

Lunatic jumped up and down. “HAPPY NEW YEAR~!” He screamed as if he had just watched the ball drop in Times Square.

“It would appear as though the both of us are scheduled for a bout in a tournament to be the master of all of Primetime television to take place.” MaX-Files told him. “Now, we must make haste or else all of the microwaves from here to the Southern regions of Kansas will no longer be functional!”

Lunatic looked at him and simply said, “Nah, mang, I don’t feel like playing paranoidal estate of ghost hunteraling adventuralist anymore.”

“QUICKLY, MAN~! DON’T YOU REALIZE WHAT IS AT STAKE?!” The artist formerly known as Max Hopper yelled in the dumb ass’ face.

“Whatever dude.” Lunatic said. The combatants, if you could call them that, made their way to the ring.

“Well, it looks as if the first match of the SHOWPrimetime Championship tournament is going to happen right now!” Ryan said into his headset.

SHOWPrimetime Championship Tournament
Lunatic vs. MaX-Files

For the past several weeks, starting at nbW’s presentation of Twilight, Lunatic has been running around in search for the ghost of Max Hopper’s career.

He brought his quest with him to SHOWrestling. Where, surprisingly, he didn’t get a glimpse of an apparition, but rather he ran into the stone wall that was the body of Max Hopper himself.

Tonight, it was about the history of… well… who knows?

The bell rang. Lunatic just ran around in circles during the entire sounding.

Max Hopper has gotten his feet wet with the paranormal. He’s travelled through time. But he has never stepped in the ring with a dumb ass. Well… at least this big of a dumb ass, anyways.

Lunatic looked at Max Hopper and jolted as he was startled. “Why doesn’t this ghostist go away?!” He yelled. With his high-pitched voice, it would be practically impossible for the cameras to not pick it up.

Lunatic ran directly towards Max Hopper. Their shoulders collided and Lunatic found himself flat on his back. “NO d00d~!” He yelled again. “I shotted you. You’re not playing fair, mang.”

“Typical Lunatic strategy,” Ryan noted.

“It was old after the second time I saw it,” Bill added.

Hopper rubbed his chin. He hadn’t an idea what to do. Lunatic laid there, kicking and screaming, having a temper tantrum due to the said unfair play by Hopper. Max-Files decided to go to work.

He grabbed Lunatic’s left ankle and tried to apply a half Boston crab. Lunatic quickly squirmed his way out of it. He rolled around to the other side of the ring. He stood up and looked Max Hopper in the eyes from a few feet away.

“Alright, Mr. Ghostist,” he said. “You’re starting to piss me off, now.”

Lunatic looked around at the fans and smiled. He spread out his arms and walked around the ring and made the sound of an engine. Hopper purposely walked in his way. Yet again, their shoulders collided and Lunatic fell to the mat.

“No d00d, I don’t crash yet!” He yelled. “You suck at playing. I’m leaving this BEE.”

Lunatic walked out of the ring and headed up the aisle. Once again, his arms were extended and he made the engine sound, zig-zagging his way towards the locker room. Hopper quickly gave chase. He grabbed the back of Lunatic’s hair and tights and started to bring him back into the ring. The tossed the loony one under the bottom rope and slid in himself.

Lunatic was quick to his feet. Finally, some sense had reached whatever brain he may have. He attempted a quick lariat. Hopper thought better of it and ducked and turned to face Loony’s back. From there he gave him thunderous German suplex. He held a bridge for the evening’s first pinfall attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

Lunatic shot a quick shoulder off of the mat.

“Wait a minute, Lunatic shot a shoulder up? I didn’t think that was possible.” Bill said.

Hopper brought the both of them to their feet. He sent Loony with an Irish whip into a corner and decided to follow along, only Lunatic decided to step up to the top turnbuckle and leaped off with  moonsault. It would have been pretty impressive, only Hopper saw it coming from a mile away. He side stepped the Loonysault and let the dumb ass crash onto the canvas.

Lunatic didn’t stay down too long. He put an arm around his mid-section and breathed heavily, feeling the effects of the crash landing. He was now, officially, upset.

Hopper tried to grab a hold of him, but he quickly dodged out of Max-Files’ grasp and darted towards the floor. Once outside of the ring, Lunatic looked under the apron and pulled out a table. Within mere seconds, the table was set up and parallel with the ring’s apron. He’s been doing this for a number of years. One could say he had gained a lot of experience doing this and is a real pro at it.

Quickly, Lunatic reentered the ring. He walked up to MaX-Files and said, “Alrighty, I never wanted it to become to this stuff, but you lefted me without choosing.” The official separated the two of them and warned Lunatic that if he uses the table on his opponent, he will be disqualified.

“No dude, I don’t need some moneys.” Lunatic simply told him.

Lunatic ran across the ring, he bounced off the ropes and neared the side of the ring where the table had been set up just mere seconds prior. Lunatic leaped over the top rope, flipping his body forwards and smashed through the table below.

And the audience gave his stupidity a standing ovation.

“Old fashion, Loony style!” Ryan exclaimed, sharing the fans’ enthusiasm. Bill only yawned.

Hopper looked down at his watch. He didn’t have the time to be messing around this much with the loony one. He couldn’t stick around for all of his petty games.

Lunatic staggered to his feet. He walked over to the ring announcer and grabbed a steel chair.

Hopper went outside of the ring. Lunatic saw him coming and thusly, threw the chair over both of their heads. It landed in the ring. The referee looked at it. He even contemplated kicking it to the outside. But there was a MUCH more important matter to attend to.

He needed to continue with the count out of both wrestlers on the outside. He was only at three. He NEEDED to proceed to four!

Lunatic ran in the ring determined to not let MaX-Files catch him. He bent over and tried to pick up the chair. Instead, he found himself in perfect position for one of Hopper’s signature maneuvers.

“REVOLVING GLASS CEILING~!” Ryan yelled. “This one is sure to be over in a matter over mere moments~!”

Next stop…

CLASSIFIED!

MaX-Files was moments away from nailing the loony bastard with it. When..

BEEPBEEPBEEP

BEEPBEEPBEEP

BEEPBEEPBEEP

“I’M TOO LATE~!” Hopper screamed as he looked at his watch. It’s alarm was sounding.

He started breathing heavily. He couldn’t imagine a world with the after effects of what could possibly happen. However, the dumb ass had made him late.

His blood pressure rose with every gasp of quick air he made. Eventually, his body took over his mind and shut itself down. He fainted right in the middle of the ring.

“Something’s going on,” Ryan said, though it didn’t provide much further information for the fans at home.

Lunatic was a bit slower to get to his feet. He did, however, return to that vertical basis. He shook out the cobwebs. “I shouldn’ta drank myself some of the lemon aid.” He said. Then he saw it. In his eyes, it was the closest thing to heaven. It was shining brighter than any Christmas tree his soul had ever seen.

The steel chair.

He bent over and picked it up. He held it over his head as if he had the holy grail in his possession. He looked up at all of its glory.

“What’s Loony going to do with the chair?!” Ryan asked.

“Who cares?” Bill answered.

In one swift moment, Lunatic hit himself between the eyes with the steel piece of furniture. His body fell backwards until it found itself on top of the body of MaX-Files.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

…

Lunatic…

…won?

“I NEVER THOUGHT I’D EVER SEE THE DAY~! LUNATIC HAS WON A MATCH~!” Ryan yelled with excitement.

“Down Under” by Men at Work began to play over the stereo system. The bell was rung three times. And Lunatic was announced as the winner and progresses on in the SHOWPrimetime Championship tournament.

WINNER: Lunatic

Trouble in a Sleepless City: Part One
Morpheus sat in his office when someone came barging in. The barging wasn’t completely unexpected. He stood up from his seat and headed towards the door. A police officer had entered his office.

“What’s the news,” Morpheus asked him.

“We’ve started searching the building, about 10% has been cleared.” The officer told him.

“Good, good.” Morpheus said. “Be sure no one knows what’s going on. The last thing this company needs is for the arena to explode in a panic.”

“Well, what if there isn’t any panic? You catch my drift.” The officer said. “More than likely this is another false alarm, that’s the only reason there hasn’t been an evacuation yet. But the longer we wait, the greater the risk.”

Morpheus nodded. “Well, just keep checking the building.” The two shook hands and the officer left the room to continue his apparent search.

Morpheus pulled out his cell phone. “I don’t want to do this.” He said as he pushed buttons. He brought the phone up to the side of his head.

Bygones?
“Uncensored sat atop of a table he tried to drown all of his thoughts. He thumbed through his MP3 player, listening to music as a way to forget about all of the memories flashing in his mind’s eye.

Flashbacks of his past. Visions of the future.

Being here, in this arena, with this company, all it could do was open up the Pandora’s Box that is the demons of William Banks.

He sat there, shirtless, trying to at least prepare himself mentally for one of the biggest matches of his professional career. He looked down over his heart. He looked at his tattoo. The scar over his heart. The constant reminder of the worst night of his life. The one thing that he regrets.

It all took place over four years ago.

He took the chance. And it didn’t pay off.

Much like that night, he will be taking another gamble on this tonight. Once again, it’s all or nothing. His dream. Or his nightmare.

He listened to whatever played. Maybe it was death metal. Maybe it was gangster rap. Maybe it was some slow power ballad. Whatever it was, it was sure to drown out all of his thoughts. Drown them or resurface them.

He took the earphone out and started walking down the hallway. He saw his wife. His angel. He remembered the times she was on the road with him, walking down the same backstage areas. The two of them making out against a wall. He saw every detail. He knew she was with him tonight, at least in spirit.

He saw his fiancé, Jessica Styles. She was preparing for the interview with Nik VanCore coming up in a few moments. She was flipping through the outline of what she could expect, though the entire thing wasn’t going to be scripted.

Uncensored walked up to her and gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Hey babe,” Jessica said. “You sure Nik isn’t going to pull anything?”

“Who knows?” He answered with a question. An easy way out.

“Speak of the devil.” Jessica said. nVc approached the couple.

“Yeah, prolly.” VanCore said. He looked Uncensored dead in the eyes. “Look, Will. We’ve been through a lot through the years.” Uncensored just snickered. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you all night. Been looking for you for a while.”

“What do you want?” Uncensored asked him.

“I just want you to know, whatever happened in the past – it’s done with.” nVc told him. “I don’t want there to be any hard feelings between us, you know? Let’s let bygones be bygones. It’s time we both move on. What do you say?” Nik extended his hand.

Uncensored contemplated, but it didn’t take long before he shook VanCore’s hand.

“Alright, Nik.”

SHOWPrimetime Championship Tournament
"Ziggy" Wagge D. vs. Stevie K.

The camera zoomed in on Bill and Ryan, both waiting for the next match as “Ziggy” Wagge D. is already in the ring, getting ready to face his former tag team partner and long time stable mate, Stevie K.
 
“Well Bill, two former partners going at it as part of the tournament for the SHOWPrimetime Championship tonight, what are your thoughts?” Ryan asked.
 
“I remember these guys, I thought they were life partners or something,” Bill answered preceding a laugh. “You catch that? You see what I did there Ryan?” Bill nudged Ryan after cracking a joke.
 
“Yeah… yeah, Bill I caught that, you’re a real Eddie Murphy aren’t you?” Ryan shook his head.
 
“What? Eddie Murphy? No, no I’m more of a Dave Chappell kinda’ guy dough boy.”  Bill poked fun at Ryan’s weight.
 
“Anthem Of The Year 2000” by Silverchair hit the sound waves as Team No Respect made their way out onto the stage, with Stevie K holding a mic as the fans booed loudly. Chyler Lockhart was standing to his right and Takashi Dagan to his left. Takashi was dressed in his gear, and Lockhart was dressed in a revealing cut shirt and cut jeans with her flowing blonde hair making the men in the audience go wild.
 
“Just so you know, Ziggy, you were the worst thing to ever happen to me.” Stevie said with laugh.
 
“You are a total joke, nothing more than humor for the big up’s in SHOW, and I’m not, nor will I ever be a part of the joke any longer. You see, it’s time for a change and you’re looking at it.” Stevie looked at Dagan, who slowly started walking towards the ring, with Ziggy looking confused.
 
“We are Team No Respect, we are going to destroy this… this so called legacy that you seem to have built. This legacy built on lies, built on a glass ceiling and most of all taking guys like myself and making me a joke when I’m THE rising start in wrestling today!” Stevie cried out.
 
Takashi Dagan rolled into the ring, as Ziggy went for an attack but was decapitated with a monster clothesline from Dagan. Dagan picked up the lifeless Ziggy and power bombed him over and over again, about three times. Stevie started to stroll to the ring, watching his bodyguard do all his dirty work. Ziggy laid motionless as the monster known as Takashi Dagan laid over him the match hasn't even started yet.
 
“For god's sakes Bill, the match hasn’t even happened and you have that monster of a man destroying Stevie’s opponent, what a load of bull crap!” Ryan screams.
 
“Oh man Ryan, that Chyler Lockhart could come sit on my lap any day. I bet you get special agent privileges being signed with her! Oh baby, she is smokin’. Where can I sign up?” Bill’s jaw was wide open you could see the drool rolling from his mouth.
 
“You'd sell your soul to the devil if he was a hot blonde, wouldn't you Bill?” Ryan looked disgusted.
 
Stevie rolled in the ring, the referee was reluctant to even ring the bell. Stevie yelled for the official to ring it as Ziggy slowly started to move, slowly started to crawl to his knees. Suddenly, Stevie K ran at Ziggy, giving him a devastating Flavor Of the Week, knocking Ziggy completely out cold. Stevie stood up and put one foot over his opponent’s chest, waving to the fans as the ref reluctantly began his count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!
 
“How can this even be a tournament match Bill? The man had his bodyguard come down here and destroy his opponent before the match even started!!" Ryan was visibly upset.
 
“You think Chyler is a double D? You think I got a shot?” Bill didn’t take his eyes of her.

“Bill, you have no chance in hell. She’s out of your league man.” Ryan shook his head in disgust.
 
Suddenly, Dagan ran to Ziggy and picked him up and decapitated him with another clothesline. Dagan got on top of him and started pounding him in the face, maybe breaking Ziggy's nose. Blood started gushing from his face with each blow. The backstage crew and the referees pulled Dagan off of Ziggy.
 
“Oh my, what the hell is going on here tonight? This is out of hand!” Ryan screamed.
 
“Oh boy, get your popcorn ready, where can I get a TNR shirt Ryan?” Bill winked.
 
“Ugh, probably at the concession stand, you gutless piece of shit." Ryan looked down and shook his head.
 
WINNER: Stevie K.

A God King's Wrath
Jessica was waiting for her cue backstage, standing next to Nik VanCore who was smiling acting like his old self, seemingly warm and pleasant after just making amends with his long time rival Uncensored. Jessica was getting ready for the interview she talked about what she was going to go over. Nik nodded and took a sip of water, just seemingly care free. The camera man signaled to get ready, both nVc and Jessica stood next to each other looking like they were ready to go.

“Now fans,” Ryan said. “We bring you to Jessica Styles who is standing by with one of the participants of tonight’s main event, and former SHOWorld Champion, Nik VanCore.”

“Thank you, Ryan.” Styles said. She turned to VanCore, “So Nik, it’s been a long time since you stepped foot into a SHOWrestling ring, you’ve been traveling all over the world recently, tell me a little about how it feels to be back home?” Jessica asked with a smile on her face.
 
Nik's face went from a smile to a deathly cold stare. He didn't stop looking at her; he just got a disgusted and utterly angry look on his face.
 
“Nik, umm, it’s been a long time since you stepped foot in the SHOW ring what is your thoughts on that?” Jessica chuckled and waited for an answer.
 
Nik tilted his head as if he was confused with that same smug look on his face of utter disgust. His cold brown eyes just burnt a hole into Jessica. Jessica looked a little confused and shrugged, looking at the camera. She let off an uncomfortable chuckle and said…
 
“Sooo, umm, Nik,” but before she could get out the rest of that sentence, Nik grabbed her mouth and pushed her up against the wall, seething, showing his teeth, getting right in her face.
 
“You know, I lied.” Nik whispered into her ear. Her microphone was barely able to pick it up.
 
“You know deep down inside my black little heart... bleeds HATE for your fiancé. I hate you, I hate the world and if he thinks it’s over, then he lost more brain cells than I thought. What a fool to believe me.” Nik started saying into the camera.
 
“Oh Jessica, you little whore. You think your little foul mouth loser of a boyfriend can save you? Do you? Do you think it’s over? I'm going to end his existence and re-write the history books. I'm going to end his life, your life and this promotion’s life.” Nik screamed in her face.
 
“I AM YOUR GOD KING NOW!” He screamed in her face.
 
“I am better than your best, I’m better than you. I’m better than him. And damn it, I’m better then everyone in the world and these hypocrites can shove this quote ‘entertainment’ on quote up their rich, greedy asses.” Nik snarled and laughed.
 
“I am the god king. I rule this industry and my time has come to shine. It’s my time to rule and destroy all that you love. If god stood in front of me today, I’d strike him down and rule heaven. Then I’d go to hell and strike down the devil and that’d make me your god king.” Nik laughed.
 
“I was made in your Lord’s image, and yet I’m going to destroy all that you know and love. Love? You think you know love? You think your special to Will? You’re just second fiddle, the reject, the second best to what he had. The next time he and I meet, it’s end game for Uncensored. It's game over. He’ll just be another tragic city tragedy… much like you.” Nik whispered.
 
Nik let go of Jessica, who was in tears shaking, he slowly turned to walk away, and then booted her into the gut as she fell to the floor. She slowly tried to get up, but she was out of breath, looking up at Nik VanCore, barely getting out the word, “Why?” Before she could get out another syllable, Nik ran and kicked her in the head, leaving her motionless as he stood over her with a smirk on his face.
 
“You will not enjoy this, I am not a kind god I will destroy all you know a love. I am your god king now, and you will all bow to me… or you will all die trying. I will take all you know and love, and I will kill it… pity, maybe you should have loved someone who actually could save you.” Nik laughed and walked away, emotionless.
 
The cameraman dropped the camera. Officials raced in to see if Jessica is alright, everyone was screaming for help and medical attention. You could see stage hands screaming “That wasn't part of the script, what the hell was he doing?” Nik just walked away, with no feeling and no remorse.

Trouble in a Sleepless City: Part Two
“GOD DAMN IT~!” Morpheus yelled as he slammed a clipboard loaded with pieces of paper down on his desk. “What the hell is Nik doing?! Someone get Uncensored in my office.” He pointed at one of the stage hands who had been hanging around with him all night. “NOW, YOU BASTARD!”

“Y-yes sir,” The no named bastard said before walking away.

Morpheus let out a sigh. He slammed himself down in his chair, placing both elbows on his desk and holding up his head with his hands.

Someone stormed into his office, “Look, Will,” Morpheus said. But he stopped whatever his mind had planned on saying next as soon as he caught sights of who had entered his office. “Oh, what do you want, now?” Morpheus asked.

“Well there still is no sight of a bomb,” The same police officer from earlier told him. “But we did find this.” He handed Morpheus a large, tan envelope. “It’s already been cleared by the bomb squad.”

Quickly, Morpheus tore it open. He wanted to find out the envelope’s contents. He pulled out a piece of paper and an old, dead rose. He read what was written on the piece of paper to himself.

“That son of a bitch.” He thought to himself, out loud.

SHOWPrimetime Championship Tournament
Shawn FX vs. Sadistic

“For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.” The words were spoken in darkness.
 
“I have come here to lead a new awakening.” The voice this time whispered.
 
“Prepare for the dawning of a new era!” The capacity crowd erupted into cheers as they recognized a familiar face.
 
“Oh hello there!” Shawn FX said shortly after he stepped out of the darkness as he appeared on the SHOWMe Screen.
 
“Feels So Numb” by Rob Zombie began to play. Shawn FX walked through the entrance curtain wearing his trademark sunglasses with his long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. He wore a black leather vest, red long wrestling tights, black wrestling boots, and fingerless black gloves.
 
Shawn looked to be in peak physical condition. He was slender with broad shoulders and chiseled abdominal muscles. It was obvious by the way he looked he spent a lot of time in the gym. He was not overly muscular but apparently genetically gifted with a naturally sculpted frame.
 
The crowd gave Shawn FX a hero's welcome but why? Here he was making his very first televised appearance for SHOW. The face was easily recognized by wrestling fans though. After all, he had competed in PIW and even further back the globally recognized zTw.
 
Shawn FX walked towards the ring with a purpose but also took the time to high five and acknowledge the fans as he walked by them. Shawn noticed a young boy in the front row holding up a sign that read, “fWo FEARS THE FX.” As soon as Shawn saw it he nodded his head and smiled. In appreciation, Shawn took off his signature sunglasses and gave them to the young boy. The young boy jumped up and down, happy to wear his idol's memorable gift.
 
Bill Yeager had finally seen enough. “Alright! Alright! We've seen enough of this guy pandering to the fans. Is he ever going to get around to stepping into the ring sometime tonight?”
 
Shawn FX walked up the ring steps. He began to step through the ropes but then paused for a moment. He surveyed the crowd, even looking up into the cheap seats where he was sure Ben Halkum was watching. Due to a lack of donations to EWZine the poor guy was probably to strapped for cash to get a ringside seat for himself.
 
Ryan Harms interjected, “I wonder if Shawn has any idea who his opponent is tonight? He seems way too at ease considering Sadistic, that's right Sadistic, is his opponent in this First Round SHOWPrimetime Championship Tournament match.
 
“WHAT!??!” Bill Yeager exclaimed. How the heck does Shawn FX get an opportunity at one of our titles when this is his first televised match in our company? He must know somebody behind the scenes and made sure to wipe the brown off his nose before he came out here!"
 
“Well… I'm…” Ryan Harms cut himself off before saying anything more.
 
“Now this guy wants a microphone?” Bill Yeager said disgustedly.
 
“For those of you who may not know me... my name is Shawn FX!” Shawn smiled as he soaked in the crowd's reaction.
 
“Normally, I'm not a man of many words but since this is my televised debut as part of THE SHOW I've got a few things I'd like to get off my chest.” Shawn paused for a moment.
 
“This should be good.” Ryan Harms nodded as he waited for Shawn FX to continue.
 
“Do you know something I don't know?” Bill Yeager asked suspiciously.
 
“You see the last time I was in a wrestling ring was when I was working for a promotion known as the SWF. A lot has been going on behind the scenes there. Some of those things good, some of those things… well… not so good. Working there has been like riding a rollercoaster. I'll say that much. So one day I get a phone call the man who thought I had enough talent to be a part of this SHOWPrimetime Championship tournament, Morpheus. A lot of you hardcore SHOW fans have seen me perform on several of SHOW's untelevised house shows. As a matter of fact, about a month and a half or so ago, I went to a time limit draw with Nik VanCore…”
 
The crowd responded with boos as soon as they heard Nik VanCore's name.
 
“It's no big secret why I'm here. I'm looking for a higher level of competition than what the SWF has had to offer. I'm here to win a championship. I'm here to become the SHOWPrimetime Champion. It doesn't matter who I've got to go through to get it!” Shawn FX said with intensity in his voice.
 
“Those sound like famous last words to me, Shawn!” Bill Yeager shouted gleefully.
 
The lights to the arena went out. The theme from the movie SAW began to play.
 
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Here he comes! Shawn FX is about to meet the most sadistic S.O.B. in the business today!” Bill Yeager proclaimed excitedly at the top of his lunges.

Ryan Harms started to describe Sadistic. “He's 6'8. He weighs 275 lbs. Even after 8 long years of destruction little is known about the man slowly and ominously making his way towards the ring.”
 
“Shawn FX doesn't look as laid back and confident now does he? It just took one look at Sadistic and Shawn must be asking himself what he has gotten himself into. This isn't the Shithole Wrestling Federation, my boy. You're going to finally have to wrestle some real competition just like you found out during SHOW's house show tour not too long ago!" Bill Yeager rubbed his hands together as he finished his last sentence. He then adjusted his headset anxiously anticipating the match.
 
Ryan Harms cleared his throat. "We have both participants standing in the middle of the ring. The referee has signaled for the bell and we are officially underway."
 
Bill Yeager looked up into the ring and then on his television monitor. "I love how Sadistic towers over Shawn FX. Just look at that! Shawn FX is eye to chest with him!"
 
Collar and elbow tie up. Sadistic tossed Shawn FX across the ring like he was a rag doll! Sadistic motioned to Shawn to get up. Upon doing so, he gave FX a big boot to the face!

Shawn FX was down face first on the canvas. Sadistic picked him up and slamed him into the mat with authority. Sadistic went way up in the air for that flying elbow drop but missed Shawn entirely!

Sadistic was still in control, however, after a knee to the mid-section and hammering blow to the back of Shawn's skull. Shawn FX was picked up and planted by a side slam! Now a cover…

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Shawn barely managed to get his left shoulder up.
 
“Sadistic is stepping on Shawn FX's throat! Shawn with a kick to the groin!” Screams Ryan Harms.
 
“I don’t care how big you are. Any man would double over and howl in pain after that!” Bill Yeager didn’t want to admit it but the tide had suddenly shifted in the match.
 
Shawn FX delivered a stiff uppercut. Now a forearm shiver. Shawn FX came off the ropes and connected with a flying clothesline! Sadistic was still on his feet! Shawn FX off the ropes again this time with a flying back elbow to the chest right on the money.

Sadistic went down hard. Shawn FX began to climb up to the top rope.  Just as Sadistic was back on his feet...

WHAM~!

He found himself crashing head first into the canvas!
 
“He calls that move the Special FX!” Ryan Harms pumped his fist after he saw Shawn FX execute a moonsault off the top rope into a DDT!
 
“Shawn FX isn’t done yet. He’s going back up to the top rope!" Ryan Harms nodded in approval as Shawn FX pointed over to him.
 
“What’s he going to do?” Bill Yeager said beside himself.
 
“I'll tell you what he is going to do... It's a 5 Star SPLASH!” Ryan Harms said as he clapped.
 
The crowd counted along with the referee.

ONE!

TWO

THREE!
 
“Shawn FX has pinned Sadistic and moved on to the Second Round of the SHOWPrimetime Championship tournament! What do you have to say about that Bill?” Ryan Harms looked over at his broadcast partner.
 
“Bah. It’s just one win. I guarantee you the next round will feature a much higher level of competition. Sadistic really disappointed me tonight. Where was his killer instinct? I’ve never seen him beaten so relatively quickly.” Bill Yeager paused as he noticed Sadistic slowly getting up and leaving the ring.
 
“Hey! Wait a minute now!” Ryan Harms moved out of harms way as Sadistic lunged at the time keeper sitting next to him.
 
“No! No! No Espanol! Not our table!” Bill Yeager pleaded.
 
Sadistic picked up the time keeper by the throat in a fit of rage and chokeslammed him through the announce table. He looked down at his victim for a moment and cocked his head sideways.
 
Meanwhile, Shawn FX had his hand raised by the referee in a token of victory. He knew it had only been the first round, the first test. What would be in store for him next? Judging by the blood thirsty crowd now chanting “HOLY SHIT!” all he had to do was make one wrong move and they would then have no problem chanting on any given night… “FX SUCKS!”

WINNER: Shawn FX.

Live by the Ring, Die by the Ring
Following yet another short match, the cameras immediately cut to Uncensored standing by the interviewing area. Where his apparent fiancé was brutally assaulted by his opponent in tonight’s bout. His head was held low.

In shame.

In disgust.

In repulsion.

In anger.

Take your pick.

“You know,” he said, practically under his breath. “I told myself it wouldn’t happen again. I convinced myself that what happened four years ago, in this same damn company would never happen again. I begged. I pleaded. And most important of all, I told myself it would never happen again.

“‘Today is a new day,’ I would tell myself. ‘No one will be out to get me anymore.’ I was stupid enough to believe.” Following these words, he let out a scoff. All the while, he kept his head pointed at his boots.

“I told her my enemies from my past are long gone. They’re worlds away. They’ve gone back to their wax museum lifestyle. They won’t bother to come after me again. But you. You, Nik VanCore. You just HAD to prove me wrong, didn’t you? You just HAD to try and make a name for yourself. You just HAD to steal the show.” All the while, he kept his head pointed at his boots.

“I should be at the hospital by Jessica’s side. But you know what?” He said. Finally he lifted his head and looked dead into the camera’s eyes. “I HAVE to prove you wrong, Nik. I HAVE to make a name for myself, Nik. And I WILL steal the show. When I stand over you with the SHOWorld Championship held high and the only thing your eyes can see if the bird looking you dead in your eyes, you will know, Nicholas. You will know that you didn’t succeed. You’re just living proof...”

“People may say that I’m a bad influence. I say, the world’s already fucked. I’m just addin’ to it.” He walked off and headed towards the ring.

SHOWorld Championship
Uncensored vs. Nik VanCore

History.

Hatred.

Those are two words that easily sum up what this next match is about.

Throughout the careers of both competitors, the other has been a thorn in their side. It all began six years ago in this very company. What had started as a simple, heated war of words was able to degenerate into hatred that would manifest itself

During the first run of SHOWrestling, Nik VanCore and Uncensored mostly battled each other by way of tag team matches. Uncensored, aligned with Genesis, would constantly do battle against Nik VanCore, who was then thought to be the brother of Carl Ca$h. The teams traded the SHOWTag Team Championship with each other. However, it all started with a feud between Carl Ca$h and Uncensored.

Uncensored and Carl were the final two participants in a tag team battle royal. Thusly, they were awarded with the SHOWTag Team Championship. They were partners that hated each other. Eventually, the two had a match to settle the score and for ownership of both titles. Carl Ca$h won on that night. The Ca$h Brothers were then named SHOWTag Team Champions.

At the reunion show that was dubbed “The Final SHOW,” on September 11, 2002, Nik Ca$h battled the artist formerly known as Genesis, SICK in a hardcore match for the Undisputed SHOWHarcore Championship. Immediately following that bout, those two wrestlers were accompanied by their partners, Uncensored and Carl Ca$h for a battle for the Tag straps once more, this time in a TLC match. nVc stabbed Carl in the back after learning that the DNA results “proving” them to be brothers had been forged by Carl in order to use Nik as his own, personal slave.

Things would only go downhill from there as far as the rivalry between nVc and Uncensored was concerned.

Things would really begin to heat up for them in PRIME, where they would battle each other constantly. Nik VanCore was the one to mostly come out of every bout ahead. They would continue to do battle in independent promotions such as T-nW and No DQ.

Finally, things reached the boiling point during the return of SHOWrestling in 2004. On that first edition of STATIC, Uncensored defeated Sadistic to be declared the SHOWPrimetime Champion. Nik was declared his number one contender. The two duked it out in one of the most brutal matches in SHOWrestling history. It was a ladder match in which Uncensored used a stun gun to defeat his archrival.

At the very next edition of STATIC, the two would have yet another match, this time, the winner would be declared the number one contender for the SHOWorld Championship. nVc prevailed after William Arthur Reagan and his band of misfits intervened.

With the second closing of SHOWrestling, the two remained in the dark for an entire year. nVc returned to active wrestling in order to get revenge on his enemy in No Brand Wrestling. They duo had one match against each other, which saw Uncensored coming out as the victor.

Nothing has really been heard of from the two. Uncensored continued on with nbW for a short while. He still will pop up every now and again. His last appearance being just a few weeks ago when he challenged High Flyer for the nbW Championship in a bout that went to a draw.

Tonight, things became personal.

Tonight, Uncensored will be out for Nik VanCore’s blood.

He’d be out for revenge.

“Not Going Away” by Ozzy Osbourne began to play over the stereo system in the arena.

“Are you ready for a fight, Bill?” Ryan asked his broadcast partner.

“Are you serious? nVc has already broken Uncensored’s heart. It’ll just be a matter of time before he slips up and makes the biggest mistake. It’ll definitely cost him the match. Who knows, maybe even his career?” Bill gave a rather intelligent response.

The fans looked towards the entryway in anticipation for who may step out from the curtain. The bell had been rung three times and he ring announcer stated that the following bout would be for the SHOWorld Championship. Immediately, the audience erupted with cheers.

Shortly thereafter, the foul mouthed S.O.B. himself pushed through the black curtains. He didn’t have a look of confidence, though no one could doubt that he was deep inside. His face was painted in hatred.

His eyes were about to burn holes into anyone or anything that dare to glare directly into them. He was ready to get his hands around the throat of the bastard known as Nik VanCore.

“My, oh my!” Ryan said, “I don’t care what you think, Bill. Uncensored would just as easily kill Nik VanCore as he would defeat him! He’s ready for this match, no question about it.” Bill only scoffed.

Uncensored stomped his feet all the way up the four steel steps like an upset child throwing a hissy fit. Who could blame him?

There was no playing to the fans. There was no throwing up of a middle finger.

Nothing.

Just hatred.

Uncensored slowly walked to his corner where he moved about around that side of the ring.

“Not Going Away” dimmed down into the depths of nothingness. After a few seconds of the crowd’s chatterer clouding anything remotely audible, “Still Fly” by The Devil Wears Prada played over the stereo system.

“And here comes his opponent, Nik VanCore. I sure hope he gets what’s coming to him after that stunt he pulled.” Ryan said a tad angrily.

“He won’t. He’s only going to further Uncensored’s suffering. Soon, you too will bow down before your god king! Ha ha” Bill said.

“I’m pretty positive that you already bowed down and kissed his ass too. Didn’t you?” Ryan shot back.

Just like Uncensored had before him, Nik VanCore pushed his way through the curtains. He smiled upon first sight of Uncensored. He didn’t smile because he was happy to see the guy, that’s for sure. He smiled at the life he had tried to ruin. He smiled at the chaos he had created within the man’s heart.

Unlike his opponent, nVc was visibly as confident as ever.

He strolled down to the ring without a worry in the world. He even offered a handshake to a fan, only to fake him out. VanCore may as well have been lighting up the dance floor at some local Vegas club joint.

Without a doubt, he knew what was up for grabs during his upcoming contest.

Above all else, maybe even throwing their personal hatred for one another aside, this match was all about the SHOWorld Championship.

Nik VanCore had finally reached the ringside area. He had finally showed a general concern. “Hold him back!” He yelled at the official. Uncensored had approached the opposing side of the ring. Uncensored could taste his revenge.

The referee tried to hold the San Diego native back away from his opponent. Once nVc saw this transpiring in the ring, he smirked. He even turned his back to say some words to a fan in the front row.

Once he turned around he found himself being pancaked by two hundred and forty-five pounds of human mass.

As it turned out, Uncensored decided he couldn’t wait for the bell to toll. He needed his vengeance. Now. Within the time span of about three or four seconds, Uncensored shoved the official down to the canvas, ran back to what was deemed his side of the ring, and onward towards Nik. He leaped over the top rope just as Nik was turning back around to face him and pulled off a suicide dive.

“This is it, Bill! Would you like me to heat up your words, add some salt, and serve them to you?” Ryan said, as he sat on the edge of his seat.

“Is that all you think about is food?” Bill replied. “Just you wait. The match hasn’t even officially started yet.”

The suicide dive did generate a decent pop from the audience. Uncensored took a look around at all of his supportive fans. He gave a slow nod before going back to work. He pulled nVc back to his feet by his hair.

Still with a handful of the back of Nik’s hair in his grasp, Uncensored walked back up the aisle.  He smashed nVc’s face atop of a security railing. Some lucky fans were able to give him a pat on the back… or… the arm, anyways. Uncensored continued to bring the both of them the aisle.

He stopped at the foot of the ramp way. He finally relinquished nVc’s hair and stood in front of him. Uncensored tucked his arms under his opponent’s. He locked his hands together and threw his body backwards, consequently causing nVc to flip over and crash on the steel. It cost him great pain, however. The back of his own head cracked against the steel as well.

Immediately, he wrapped his arms around his newly injured head and winced in pain.

“Just like I told you! It was just a matter of time before Uncensored would mess things up for himself. Now, without the match even officially starting, he’s done it within the first 30 seconds! Ha ha!” Bill stuck it to his partner.
-----


I couldn’t let this get to me.

Sure, my head hurt like hell. Lord knows, I’ve done enough damage to it over the years. It deserves to yell at me every now and again.

I looked over at the bastard laying down beside me. I wasn’t about to let him win. Not that easily.

I tried to push myself off of the ground. My head only terrified me more.

Fuck you, cranium.

I had to teach this prick a lesson.

I stood up. It definitely wasn’t the wisest decision I could have made. But it had to be done. If for no other reason than for the fans. I had to give them more than this. When I stood up, my bones started to ache. Eight years in the business, it was only a matter of time before something like this would happen.

When I stood up, I staggered. But I knew it had to be done.

I quickly walked over towards Nik and I kicked him. I kicked him square in the nose. God damn, do I wish I was wearing steel toed boots. Almost immediately, blood started pouring out from that bastard’s face.

Did I stiff him? Of course. What more would anyone expect?

That couldn’t be it.

Body, fail me not.

I squatted over him and I envisioned everyone.

Everyone in my life that has ever screwed me over. Anyone that has ever fucked with me.

From Josh, my childhood friend-turned-asshole, to Keegan and his brother John C. Willis, to William Arthur Reagan.

But most importantly…


I saw his face in front of me.
-----


“Uncensored is just waling on nVc! He’s mounted over him and giving him a flurry or right hands!” Ryan said. “He’s got to be feeling the after effects of the belly to belly suplex he delivered, however.

The official had to practically pry the competitors apart. Two other referees came down the aisle to check on VanCore’s condition. One tried to keep Uncensored off of nVc. “Fuck no!” Uncensored yelled. “This asshole’s not getting off that easy!”

He shoved another referee down. “Come on, god king!” Uncensored mocked. “You don’t see me bowing yet, do you?”

Uncensored mockery was enough for nVc to peel himself off of the floor. He ran towards Uncensored and took him down with a spear. The two rolled down the aisle exchanging the toughest of blows.
-----


This guy wasn’t anywhere near my level. I had surpassed him years ago.

How the hell he still hasn’t gotten the memo should surprise anyone.

Uncensored was just a no talent asshole who hyped himself as much as he could and rode that train all the way to the bank. He thought he was God’s gift to SHOWrestling, hell, the wrestling industry because he could say a few swear words and have some personal rivalries?

Fuck him.

Damn, the blood’s gushing out more and more.

Take this, asshole!

I gave him a kick, much like he had done to me. Only mine caught his Adam’s apple. That better teach him.

He was basically dead weight from then on in.

I had to pick up his dumb ass and roll him into the ring. After I came into the ring, the ref called for the bell.

You better do your damn job, Will.

The tragic hero.

That’s your role tonight. You had better not forget that. That was set in stone miles before what I did tonight.

You better keep your head straight, Will. Just let it be done with now. We all know you can’t work for shit. There’s no need to embarrass yourself any further. I’m laying on top of you, Will. Don’t even think about kicking out.

There it is. The ref’s hand came down once. Twice.
-----


Uncensored kicked out after the official made a two count as soon as the match was started.

“The bell just rang, and this match has been kicked off with a lateral press.” Ryan didn’t hesitate to say.

While on his knees, Nik VanCore took a moment to clap his hands three times in succession, arguing with the referee. He claimed that the count was too slow. However, the senior referee assured him that it was only a two count. Nothing more.

Uncensored saw an opening. He grabbed hold of nVc’s arm and picked up his legs off the canvas. He wrapped his legs around VanCore’s neck, and applied pressure. The triangle hold wasn’t about looking to end the match. It wasn’t about inflicting pain.

Uncensored rolled through, modifying his legs and brought Nik’s back onto the canvas. Uncensored pulled on nVc’s arm, holding him in an armbar hold. Nik was in a hard place. He wasn’t about to give up that easily. The only thing he could do was to wait for Uncensored to let go of the hold.

It took a good 20 seconds or so, but that did, in fact, happen. Not before Uncensored drove his heel into VanCore’s already injured face.

Uncensored stood up and plotted out what he should do next. He waited for the next perfect time to strike.

nVc felt his face, more specifically, the blood that dripped from it. His nose was broken. That was for sure.

“Bill, a match like this, it’s gotta change you.” Ryan tried to add what little insight he had.

“Obviously. Any match will take a toll on every wrestler. But a match that is this aggressive, it’s gonna take a good, long time before these guys will be the same.” Bill added.

It wasn’t too long afterwards that nVc stood back up. Uncensored wasn’t in his sights, however. He knew he shouldn’t but he had to.

He turned around and noticed Uncensored’s size 12 boot coming directly at his face.

Perhaps it was instinct. Maybe it was fate.

Whatever the cause or reason, Nik grabbed Uncensored’s leg and twisted both of their bodies. In essence, he brought Uncensored down with a dragon screw that looked like it could have easily done some damage to his opponent’s knee.

In fact, Uncensored grabbed towards his right knee from feeling the effects of the maneuver. It finally hit Nik VanCore like the proverbial ton of bricks.”

nVc walked closer to his fallen opponent and stomped on his knee. The hardest stomp he physically could deliver. It didn’t stop with just one. Not two. Not three. Nor four. But a quick, five, hard stomps delivered to Uncensored’s knee.

“YES! GOOD THINKIN’ NIK!” Bill said. “Take out the leg, you take away his Verbal Assault superkick!”

Nik continued to go to work on the leg. He grabbed Uncensored’s ankle and dragged him over to a corner of the ring. He wiped some blood out of his eyes before exiting the ring. Once he was on the arena’s floor, he walked back over to the corner and grabbed hold of the very same ankle.

He pulled Uncensored’s legs outside of the ring and threw his leg around the ring’s post. The side of Uncensored’s knee took the blunt of the blow.  It didn’t’ stop with just one. Not two. Not three. Nor four. But a quick five, effective times he threw Uncensored’s leg around the post.

Uncensored cried out in pain. Nik only laughed. “Are you going to bow now?!” nVc screamed at his archenemy.

He had to be quick. Nik VanCore walked over to the stand-in ring announcer and shoved him out of his chair. He folded in the steel piece of furniture and walked back over to Uncensored. The official tried to stop him. But it did no good.

The referee wasn’t going to deem the match dead as a result of a disqualification. If he was, he probably would have done it a long time ago. Sure, it was bending the rules. But it was necessary.
-----


Take this, you asshole!

I swung that chair harder than I had swung anything in my life, ever. I swear it.

Uncensored was going to pay. I was going to have MY revenge. Forget about that tramp of his. She’s nothing. Nothing at all. This is about the eight years of my life this prick has stolen from me.

I heard the chair smack pure bone when it hit William Banks’ knee. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever heard in my life. I enjoyed it so much, I did it another two times.

You glad to be back in the business now?

Are you?

Soon enough, you will realize, you are nothing compared to me. I will beat it out of you. I will staple your eyelids open. That’ll probably be the only way to make you see.

You stupid cunt.
-----


“This isn’t right, Bill! Sure, there must be a winner. But at what damn cost?” Ryan pleaded.

Nik leaned the chair up against the ring’s apron. He had a sick, Hannibal Lecter-esque smile slapped on his face. He chuckled at the stupid fans that dared to boo at him. At his actions.

He looked back at Uncensored. He grabbed a hold of the same ankle he has the last couple of times. He wrapped it around the ring’s post and just pushed on the ankle. His teeth ground together. You know that’s got to be a lot of effort he put into the whole thing.

Still, it had to hurt. No question about it.

He relented after a few short seconds.

Afterwards, he thought it would be best to grab both ankles. He looked around at the crowd. “Is this your hero?!” He yelled out to them. They knew what they could expect to see next.

However, Uncensored changed things up. He pulled his legs back. nVc’s grasp was so tight that he didn’t have enough time to let go. Thusly, Nik VanCore’s face was planted right into the ring’s post.

Uncensored used his arms to pull himself out of the corner. Nik remained on the outside. There wasn’t any way either of them could make their way up to their feet. Not that quickly, anyways.

Uncensored tried to do so, but his leg gave out on him. He found himself back on the mat.

Nik VanCore was actually the first one to his feet, although he did stagger quick a bit. He slithered under the bottom rope. He, honestly had very little idea of where he was. So it would appear, anyways.

He stood back up only to find Uncensored’s boot coming towards him yet again.

VERBAL ASSAULT!

Uncensored landed it. He used the power of his opposite leg. And although the superkick wasn’t quite as effective as it normally would have been, it still would seemed to have gotten the job done.

“The match has to be over!” Ryan said. Still, he was on the edge of his seat.

“NO!” Bill called out. “It can’t end like this!”

Uncensored was in just as bad of a way as his opponent. He fell back onto the ring’s floor as soon as he connected with the Verbal Assault. He rolled over onto his stomach. He knew he had to at least attempt the cover. He placed most of his weight on his forearms and elbows and he crawled towards the fallen god king.

After all that, he was able to place his body on top of his opponent’s.

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEE! NOOOOO~!

Nik VanCore was just a heartbeat away from losing the bout when he picked his shoulder off of the canvas.

Uncensored rolled off of nVc’s body and towards the other side of the ring. With every bit of strength he had, he pulled himself off of the mat and onto his one, good leg.

Two superkicks would surely HAVE to keep nVc down for the count, right?

Uncensored smacked his thigh, calling for Part Deux.

However, it wasn’t to be. At least, not in somebody else’s mind.

“What’s this?” Ryan asked. He seemed as confused as ever.

Someone wearing a gray hoodie made their way through the crowd, hopped over the security railing and climbed up on the ring’s apron. Uncensored saw this. He couldn’t see who it was at first.

The referee tried to keep the man from entering the ring. Uncensored thought he should probably give him a little assistance. He tried to hop over towards the apparent fan. He still didn’t realize who it was.

Security flooded the ringside area to try and get the man out of the arena. They managed to pull him off of the apron. That’s when the fan took the hood off of his head. Uncensored couldn’t believe who he saw.

CREDITS:
The SHOCK of Your LIFE... - Ryan
The Road to Redemption - Ryan
Like Old Times - Ryan
A Needed Conversation - Ryan
Ghost Whisperings - Ryan
A Full Bottled Aprehensions - Ryan/Ernie
Lunatic vs. MaX-Files - Ryan/Ernie
Trouble in a Sleepless City - Ryan
Bygones? - Ryan/Dave
"Ziggy" Wagge D. vs. Stevie K - Dave
A God King's Wrath - Dave
Trouble in a Sleepless City: Part Two - Ryan
Shawn FX vs. Sadistic - Tyrell
Live by the Ring, Die by the Ring - Ryan
Uncensored vs. Nik VanCore - Ryan
To Lose is to Die as to Die is to Lose - Ryan/Bob
The Don vs. Morpheus - Ryan