Show Opening

Featuring: Chuck Thompson and Howard Sanford

Writer: Matt

Voice: The following broadcast is brought to you by Ringside Wrestling’s General Manager, John Mark Blackburn.

The show then fades into the new opening video which includes new theme music provided by Fuel. As “Scars in the Making” by Fuel begins to play, video clips of past Tradition highlights are shown on the screen.

♫ Do you ever see
♫ These shadows over me
♫ And all the things you left that leave me hollow
♫ Do you ever feel
♫ In time we're forced to heal
♫ And all the bitter pills you made me swallow

♫ All undone
♫ All unsung and left to fall

♫ Every memory that I hold
♫ Were all just scars in the making
♫ And all the things we can't let go
♫ Were all just scars in the making

♫ I could never make you fall
♫ Or anything at all
♫ And I'll never understand
♫ What you hold sacred

♫ Every memory that I hold
♫ Were all just scars in the making
♫ And all the things we can't let go
♫ Were all just scars in the making, scars in the making

♫ There's no way you could ever try
♫ There's no way you could ever hide
♫ Maybe someday you will wonder why

♫ Do you ever see
♫ The shadows over me
♫ And all the things you left that leave me hollow

As the video ends, the cameras in the arena flip on and begin panning around the crowd. Signs and T-Shirts supporting Ringside Wrestling wrestlers can be seen as the interlude instrumental music plays on the PA system. Chuck Thompson and Howard Sanford are at their seats at the announcer’s table.

Chuck Thompson: Welcome, everyone, to the thirtieth episode of Tradition brought to you by Ringside Wrestling. I’m Chuck Thompson alongside Howard Sanford. We’re going to be here all night calling the action.

Howard Sanford: What happened to Austin? I was starting to get use to his ignorance.

Thompson: Don’t you remember the news? Austin Andrews was promoted to Content Manager of the Ringside Wrestling web site. There have been a lot of new things happening with the web site now that Andrews has taken over.

Sanford: I still find the place boring.

Thompson: Well, since Andrews has taken over, the web site takes on a new look for each holiday that comes up. There was a jack-o-lantern on Halloween and a Red, White, and Blue theme for Election Day.

Sanford: Speaking of, who did you vote for Thompson?

Thompson: I don’t think it matters who anyone voted for anymore. What matters is that we have a new President-Elect and we, as Americans, should support him. He’s got a tough road ahead of him. But that is done with, what about tonight? What are you looking forward to the most tonight Howard?

Sanford: The ending credits.

Thompson: You’re such a joy to be around, do you know that? Tonight, is pick your opponent’s opponent night as Derek Barlow and Mark Knight will pick who the other will face as they head into REVIVAL next week.

Sanford: Also, Ryusaki and Holt put the Fellowship Championships on the line against The Hawaiians for Hire. These two teams have been at each other’s throats for the longest, and tonight it comes to an end.

Thompson: But starting us off, three new hires will show the world what they’re worth. Tyler Justice, AC Blood, and Infamous hit the ring in a Three-Way Match to kick things off for Tradition.

Sanford: Don’t forget that Jimmy Thunder and Eugene FitzPatrick will have a contract signing tonight.

Thompson: That’s right; Thunder and FitzPatrick have been at each other as well, and tonight they sign a contract for their match against each other at REVIVAL. The big thing on the plate is if either one of them touch the other, the match is off. If Thunder touches Fitz, he automatically forfeits the title over to Fitz and if Fitz touches Thunder, Fitz loses his chance at the belt. It is definitely going to be interesting.

A Family Affair

Featuring: Jimmy Thunder

Writer: Chris

The camera pans out to the open carpark area where several fans who couldn't get tickets to be inside the arena, hang over the steel fences trying to get a glimps at any Ringside Wrestling stars arriving. The fans only have to wait several minutes when a black limousine pulls up to the backstage entrance section and to their surprise out of the limo climbs Jimmy Thunder, followed by his son Jimmy Junior and his obviously pregnant girlfriend, Emma.

The camera shows Jimmy acknowledging the small gathering's wild cheers for him by clenching his fist in their direction with a smile on his face. A staff member of Ringside Wrestling begins to lead Jimmy, Emma and Junior into the backstage area where a small boy, standing alone, wearing a Ringside Wrestling shirt smiles when he sees Jimmy approaching in his direction. Jimmy walks over to him, bends down on one knee and has a quick chat with him before signing an autograph and taking a photograph with the boy as his father comes out of nowhere to take the photo.

Jimmy has a brief discussion with the boy's father when Kayla B. notices the Commonwealth Champion standing around backstage. Seizing her opportunity, Kayla B. organises to have a word with Jimmy prior to tonight's contract signing with Eugene Fitzpatrick.

Kayla B. : Jimmy Thunder, later on tonight you'll go face to face, yet again with the man who has challenged you for the Commonwealth title, when you and Eugene Fitzpatrick officially sign the contract that will book you guys for a match at Revival.

Jimmy walks over to where Emma and Junior are standing then begins to walk down the hall way with one arm around Emma and the other around Junior. He keeps walking with a serious look on his face as Kayla B. tries to keep the mic close to his mouth as she follows Jimmy downthe hall.

Jimmy: Both Fitz and I have been in some real pressure cookers during our careers and this match won't be any different. A few weeks ago I made an open challenge to anyone, Fitz stepped up and wants to go toe to toe with me. All I can say to him is to bring all his experience to Revival, cause he's going to need it.

Kayla B.: Even though you've faced him for the first time a few weeks back, does the reputation he gained during his time at Core Wrestling still daunting to you?

Jimmy: Reputations are just myths if you don't bring your "A" game to the job. If you're asking me does the fact that Eugene Fitzpatrick being a Core Wrestling Hall Of Famer worry me? Not in the slightest. You should be asking him if coming to the ring at Revival to try and take my title from me will scare him more, you'll find he'll tell you the exact opposite on how he'll be feeling.

Jimmy, Emma and Junior walk into Jimmy's dressing room just as Kayla B. tries to ask one more question but is cut off from the dressing room door being shut in her face. She stands there for a few seconds surprised that the door was slammed in her face as the screen fades.

Just Watch me

Featuring: AC Blood

Writer: Clint

Kayla B stands before the camera with her pretty smile twinkling and a microphone armed at the ready.

To her left a man sneers as he stares down the barrel of the camera. His head is shaved to stubble and appears the same length as the hairs on his chin, as if he shaved everything all at once. His piercing green eyes tell the viewers he is serious as he tries to stare a hole into the head of every fan viewing at home.

He wears a black Ringside Wrestling t-shirt beneath a sleeveless flannel shirt. His denim shorts are cut off at the knees and his attire is capped off with a pair of black army boots. While he stands, he pats his fist into his other hand as he psyches himself up to Kayla B’s interview.

Kayla B: Hello Ringside fans, I’m here tonight to welcome a new part of our roster into the fray. He is the Original Blood Duster, AC Blood. AC, welcome to Ringside Wrestling.

She pokes the microphone under his nose and he simply sneers at it, giving her a look to get on with things and cut the chit-chat. She throws a look of uneasiness toward the camera before continuing on with the interview.

Kayla B: AC, what was it about Ringside Wrestling that wanted you to be a part of the roster?

Blood looks her up and down, rolls his eyes and sighs heavily before grabbing her around the wrist so he can put the microphone into a position he thinks if audible. Her hand wriggles to free herself which causes Blood to grip her wrist tighter.

AC Blood: Keep still. Let’s start off with yer question… Ringside Wrestlin’ is goin’ through a slump. They’s stuck in a big, damn holed. That’s the truth. They’re droppin’ stars quicker than you drop your panties when Mark Knight gets his pay check. They need quality performers who can do the job each and every week, Kayla. That’s why they need people like me. The Original Blood Duster. People willin’ to put their bodies on the line and put on one HELLUVA show EACH and EVERY…<i>(Blood points in the direction of the ring area)</i> …time they go out to that damn ring. They don’t need no more fruits in rabbit costumes. They don’t need no 40 year-old champions.

Blood thumbs his own chest whilst continuing on.

AC Blood: They need AC Blood, Kayla. I’m the Broken Mould. They don’t make guys like me in this industry. They all want those pretty boys so bitches like you can flip their beans over ‘em. Gooing and gahing in the front row, tearing the heart right outta this industry. They want six-pack abs and toned obliques. Do you see them calling out for slightly overweight people who give a damn about entertaining the fans by putting their bodies on the line?

He shakes his head slowly. Kayla B is clearly in some distress having her wrist gripped so tightly.

AC Blood: They don’t… but they should. This business has grown shallow. It’s turned into my World Champion is prettier than your World Champion --- but can he do more than five GOD DAMN MOVES? My US Heavyweight Champion can rap. My Tag Team Champions are faggots --- we’re tryin’ to appeal ta the Fr’isco audience. Look at me Kayla! LOOK AT ME!

He gives her a light slap across the cheek that makes Kayla look at AC Blood. Her face is taut with fear and she has given up trying to free her wrist.

AC Blood: Is there anything you see here that stirs something in that pungent little gash of yours?

Her jaws gapes wide as Blood shakes his head.

AC Blood: I don’t think so. Ringside Wrestlin’, you’re looking at the man that is your salvation. I’m not here to be your friend. I don’t care if ya like me or not. But you WILL respect me. That’s for DAMN sure.

He grabs the microphone with his free hand and pulls her wrist away from it.

AC Blood: Line ‘em up, Ringside Wrestling. Line ‘em up and I’ll knock ‘em down.

The Original Blood Duster reaches out and grabs the front of the camera, pulling it in for an extreme close up. The cameraman and production crew try as they might to bring Blood into focus.

AC Blood: JUST. WATCH. ME!

Shoves off the camera and pushes the microphone with a little too much force into the chest of Kayla B, causing her to stumble backward into the corridor wall. Shaking her head with disgust as Blood stomps off down the halls having officially laid out all of his cards and let the world know…

AC Blood was in Ringside Wrestling and ready to prove a point.

AC Blood versus Infamous versus Tyler Justice
Three-Way Match

Writer: Brandon

“Drink, Fight, F**k” hits the PA system and AC Blood emerges from the backstage area. His intensity is prominent as he pumps his fists by his sides to psyche himself up. Throwing his fists above his head he then makes his way down to the ring. Ignoring the fans he makes it straight down to the ring steps, storming up those and through the ropes and climbs the closest turn buckle and pounds his chest with his fist. Psyching himself up further as he talks himself up to the fans and whoever else will listen.

Sanford: Here’s newcomer AC Blood, who is hoping to make an impact here on Tradition.

Thompson: This should be a very exciting match featuring the next generation here in Ringside! I know that management has worked very hard to bring in this new talent.

Infamous struts down the entrance ramp to Ringside’s default music and slides into the ring.

Sanford: Ringside may not be able to afford entrance music for this young one yet.

Thompson: Infamous is an uncertainty so far, we’ll have to see how he can compete in this match.

'Injection' by Rise against hits the system and the lights begin to flash lightly. As the beat picks up Tyler busts through the curtain and throws his arm into the air. He briskly makes his way to the ring, slapping hands with fans sporadically as he does. Once he gets to ringside he runs around the ring, giving high fives to the fans in the front row. After two laps he slides into the ring and begins hitting the ropes as his music fades.

Sanford: Tyler Justice is coming off a victory a few weeks ago against Alejandro. He’s established himself with these fans already to an extent.

Thompson: Based on his past performance, I can tell that he’s got some potential.

The three begin to circle as the bell rings. Tyler Justice and AC Blood lock up, but Infamous quickly takes out Justice with a chopblock, causing him to fall against AC Blood, dropping AC Blood as well. Infamous begins laying in the boots to both of his competitors. Justice is the first to his feet, and Infamous whips him off the opposite ropes and back into a clothesline. By that time, AC Blood is up. Infamous quickly drops Blood with a fireman’s carry. Infamous again begins laying in the boots to both of his opponents – asserting his early influence!

Thompson: Infamous has really come out swinging here.

Sanford: We’re three minutes in and he’s controlled all of them!

It’s AC Blood that gets up first, taking down Infamous with a rising spear. Justice rises, but is quickly dropped with a spear of his own from Blood. Blood picks Justice up and slams him into the turnbuckle, laying in right hands and boots to leave him sitting in the corner. Infamous rises and Blood whips him into the same turnbuckle. Infamous smashes Justice against it and bounces back into a dropkick from Blood. Infamous goes down and Blood lays in more boots to both opponents before lifting Tyler Justice up and dropping him with a powerbomb in the middle of the ring! He quickly goes for a pin! One! Two! Justice kicks out!

Sanford: AC Blood is showing some real potential; we’ll have to see if he can keep this up.

Thompson: Tyler Justice is reeling …

As Justice recovers, Infamous takes AC Blood down with a clothesline. Blood rises but is grappled and dropped with a piledriver. Justice rises and catches Infamous off guard, grabbing him and slamming him to the mat behind him with a german suplex. Justice then holds on and hits the same music again. He sees Blood rising to his feet and releases Infamous. He then proceeds to telegraph Blood’s charge and he hits Blood with a drop-toe hold, smashing Blood’s face to the mat. Justice rises and lays in some right hands to Infamous. Blood again rises, but Justice catches him with a Northern Lights Suplex!

Thompson: And finally Justice has come out swinging!

Sanford: He’s really asserted his influence!

Justice moves to assert his influence over Infamous, but Blood recovers fairly quickly from the suplex. Blood rises to his feet slowly and quietly, watching as Justice lays in some boots to Infamous. Blood charges, dropping his head and catching Justice with a spear to the back into the ropes. He quickly picks Justice up and strikes him with the Blood Bath jawbreaker! Justice drops to the mat in great pain from the powerful set up maneuver. Blood signals for his finisher! Blood picks up Justice and drops him with THE BLOOD DUSTER! He quickly goes for the pin! One! Two! But Infamous drags Blood off of the pin! Blood rises and the two go blow for blow in the middle of the ring!

Sanford: Justice has fallen prey to AC Blood! We’ll have to see if he can pull it out here.

Thompson: AC Blood has taken the advantage – but he’s got to hurry, we’re almost to a time limit draw!

Tyler Justice begins rising slowly as Infamous and Blood battle on which one gets to pin him. Blood drops Infamous to the mat, turns gleefully, and then is shocked to find Tyler Justice is up! Justice grabs him by the neck on a running DDT, and smashes his head into the ground! Justice goes for the pin! One! Two! No! Infamous grabbed him by the leg and pulled him off the prone Blood. Justice swings his leg violently at Infamous, and catches him in the face. Justice walks over in anger, picking Infamous up and hitting a fisherman’s suplex! One! Two! No! Infamous kicks out! The three all rise simultaneously and charge when the bell rings, signaling a time limit draw! The three start battling anyway until a number of rW staffers rush in and pull them all apart – sending them their separate ways.

Thompson: This is really a perfect ending for this match. There are no winners here, but there are no losers.

Sanford: There’s one big winner as far as I’m concerned: Ringside Wrestling.

Winner: Time Limit Draw

Commercial Break

The Past is About to Bite

Featuring: Jimmy Thunder

Writer: Chris

Sitting in his dressing room with Emma and Junior, Jimmy just finishes a live radio interview to promote Revival next week when he hears a knock at the door. Emma looks at Jimmy when the door opens and Thomas Dsousa walks in with a smile on his face. Jimmy slowly stands up and walks to Dsousa and uses his massive frame to hover over him in an intimidating way.

Jimmy: What the hell do you want?

Thomas: Well I was kind of expecting a warmer greeting than that.

Jimmy stares at Thomas, waiting for him to explain why he has come. Thomas takes a few steps back before he starts pacing around the large room.

Thomas: When you came to my office looking for a job several years ago, I saw a lot of potential. You were raw around the edges but I knew with a little bit of work you'd turn into a great money making tool for the WFW.

Thomas pauses for a moment.

Thomas: Since you left the WFW you've gone on to make yourself a very comfortable life. I'm very happy for you, believe me.

Thomas looks at Jimmy.

Thomas: The thing is, I feel like I've been missing out of some of the pie.

Jimmy: That's not my problem

Thomas: You see that's where you're wrong.

Jimmy raises his left eyebrow curiously.

Thomas: When you signed your WFW contract, a stipulation of the contract was that if you ever wanted to leave you could do so via a signed release by me. When you left for the DWA I didn't sign a release for you which in actual fact means that you were still contracted to me and the WFW.

Jimmy: That' a load of crap.

Thomas: It's true. Your contracts with Thomas Iscariot at DWA, Chris Rush at GCW, Simon Cain at Bloodbox, Matt Lanier at Core, Steven Caldera at GCW and now John Blackburn here at Ringside Wrestling are all breaches of your WFW contract.

Jimmy: What are you trying to say, Thomas?

Thomas: What I'm saying to you is that you owe me a hell of a lot of money.

Jimmy: I owe you nothing, you won't get a dime out of me.

Thomas: Hold up there Jimmy, we can make some sort of agreement where I can wash all that away.

Jimmy stares at Thomas who is slowly walking towards him. Thomas looks directly at the Demon Jewel hanging from Jimmy's neck and slowly lifts his hand to touch it.

Thomas: You could give me back what is mine

Jimmy grabs a hold of Thomas' wrist and squeezes it tightly.

Jimmy: Listen to me now Dsousa, I'm going to say this once and once only. You're not getting any money from me and you're definitely not getting the Demon Jewel back. You better get out of my face right now before I cave your nose in with my fist.

Jimmy and Thomas stare at each other as Jimmy let's go of Thomas. Thomas smiles at Jimmy, Emma and Junior as he backs up towards the door.

Thomas: You can expect a call from my lawyer.

Thomas exits the dressing room leaving Jimmy, Emma and Junior to stare at each other as they try and and digest what had just transpired.

The screen fades...

Welcome, Mr. Barlow, To Tonight's Nightmare

Featuring: Mark Knight

Writer: Jeff

The sound of fireworks screaming into the air fills the arena, though the stage only shows a single firework fizzling out in a storm of Mythbusters-like smoke.

Thompson: Well, someone certainly cut the introduction budget this week.

The PA system, however, is at full power, as proven by the chords of Atreyu's "Ex's and Oh's" filling the arena. The music is so loud, even, that Charles Thompson finds himself needing to scream to make himself heard.

Thompson: I'M SURE EVERYONE AT HOME IS ANXIOUSLY AWAITING --

Sanford: Turn your microphone on, you fool.

Thompson: WHAT?!

Sanford reaches over, his hand dissapearing beneath the desk, toward Thompson. A subtle click can be heard, and Thompson can be easily understood once again. Even over the loud cheering of the fans filling the arena: Mark Knight has come out on the Ringside stage.

Thompson: That's better. I'm sure everyone at home is anxiously awaiting the upcoming announcement from Ringside Champion Mark Knight. Last week John Mark Blackburn surprised everyone by announcing that each of the competitors in the REVIVAL Championship Match, Mark Knight and Derek Barlow, would be allowed to pick their opponents' ... opponent, this evening. Barlow's match is next, so let's go to Mark Knight for the announcement.

Knight slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He springs to his feet, raising one arm to the crowd as an arm from off-camera hands him a microphone. Knight motions for the crowd to calm down before bringing the mic to his lips.

Knight: Tonight, I get to pick Derek Barlow's opponent.

The crowd cheers.

Knight: So I spent the last two weeks -- asking myself "Who would be the best opponent for Derek Barlow?" I needed to not only pick an opponent that had a chance to wear Barlow down, but, moreso, one whose performance I could watch for possible weaknesses. A film I could study before next week's match.

So I picked me.

The crowd explodes! As the camera cuts, both Thompson and Sanford are at a loss for words.

Knight: But -- but ... I wasn't allowed to that. (The boos rain down) No, Blackburn made it quite clear that the Ringside Championship match must wait for Revival.

Knight begins to pace around the ring, alternating looking down at the mat and out to the crowd.

Knight: So who to pick ... who ... to ... pick. Obviously, because I don't want Barlow 100% come Revival I needed a talented individual. Championship-worthy, even. And I need someone with similar traits. A similar respect for the Ringside championship. A similar respect for the fans. Derek Barlow and I have a little history together. While there may be some level of respect there, underneath it all, I can't help but feel that he could use a reminder of what he's up against at Revival.

Knight pauses, stepping onto the turnbuckle.

Knight: LU-CIAN CAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNN!

To say the crowd explodes ... well, that would be an understatement.

Thompson: Wow.

Sanford: Ditto.

Thompson: I am at a loss for words. The roof of the arena may very well have come off after that announcement. Lucian Cain will be in the arena ... well ... his match is next!

Lucian Cain versus Derek Barlow
Pick Your Opponent's Opponent - Singles Match

Writer: Matt

Thompson: It’s time for the first of the pick your opponent’s opponent matches. First up Derek Barlow will take on who Mark Knight chooses for him to face. Knowing the champion, he probably picked an opponent that will get Barlow ready for his match against Knight next week.

Sanford: If Knight had any brains about him, he’s pick someone to beat the tar out of Barlow so he wouldn’t have to work so hard to retain his title next week.

Thompson: I don’t think Knight is that kind of a person, personally.

Sanford: I guess we’ll find out.

'Are you listening?'

As the opening screams of 'Walls' by Emery shakes the arena, the lights dim as strobe lights fill the arena. Though the flashes, Derek Barlow sprints to the ring, and then slides into the ring from under the bottom rope.

Stacey: The following match is for one fall. Introducing first, weighing two-hundred thirty five ponds and hailing from Atlanta, Georgia, the number one contender to the Ringside Championship... DEREK BARLOW!

Derek gets to his feet, tugging several times on the top rope before taking a seat on the middle turnbuckle in anticipation of his opponent as his music fades into the background. As Barlow is waiting in the ring, the crowd erupts as the lights cut out as the 'Beginning of the End is the Beginning' by the Smashing Pumpkins begins to play over the PA system. As the bass pulses, the darkness flashes with yellow lights along with the beat of the song till a single yellow light illuminates from the entrance ramp. A figure rises from the floor covered in a black long coat.

Stacey: And his opponent, make his return to Ringside Wrestling, standing six feet two inches and weighing in at two hundred thirty two pounds, he is LUCIAN CAIN!!

The figure makes his way down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. The lights constantly pulse black and yellow as standing in the center of the ring with his arms spread out is Lucian Cain, the 'Forsaken One' is here! The fans are going nuts!

Thompson: Lucian Cain has just made his return to Ringside Wrestling. A few weeks ago, the hint of his return was broadcasted as he left Myles Jake covered in blood. I guess we finally know who Abel’s brother is.

Sanford: Touché, Knight, touché.

As Cain’s music fades out, he removes his long black coat and passes it off to the crew member at ringside. Mr. Black, who is refereeing his last match, calls both wrestlers to the middle of the ring. He explains he wants a clean match and then calls for the bell.

DING
DING
DING

Thompson: And we’re off. Barlow and Cain, one on one. Former champion against a potentially future champion.

Sanford: As much as I like and respect Barlow, I think Cain is going to teach him something about being a champion tonight.

The bell sounded and both men begin circling each other. They meet in the ring with a collar elbow tie up. Cain gets the early advantage by quickly applying a hammerlock on Barlow. Barlow quickly spins out of the hammerlock and drives a forearm into the face of Cain. Barlow grabs Cain by the right arm and sends him into the ropes. Cain bounces back and Barlow takes him down with a clothesline. Barlow wastes no time in following up as he quickly drops to the mat applying a side headlock. Cain, using his strength, pushes himself to his feet to break the side headlock. Cain pushes Barlow into the ropes. Barlow bounces back and Cain sends him over with a back body drop. Barlow quickly rolls to his feet and Cain turns and catches him by scooping him and then dropping him down to the ring with a scoop slam. The crowd starts to go nuts as Cain makes his way to the top rope.

Thompson: It looks like Cain is going for a little high risk action.

Sanford: Not a real safe place to be.

Cain gets to the top rope and then leaps off extending his elbow to drop across the chest of Barlow. Barlow sees him coming and rolls quickly out of the way. Cain crashes to the mat. Barlow stands to his feet and walks over to the former champion. Barlow pulls him to his feet and then whips him back over to the mat with a snapmare takedown. Barlow then steps back a few feet and then connects with a low drop kick to the back of Cain. Cain flies forward under the ropes from the impact. Cain’s body is lying under the ropes, and his head is hanging past the apron. Barlow comes over and grabs the top rope. He uses he feet to roll Cain over onto his back and then uses the top rope for leverage to pull himself up and over to drop a leg drop across the chest and throat of Cain who was hanging over the side of the ring. Barlow falls to the outside and Cain slowly slides from under the ropes onto the outside as well.

Sanford: There is the Barlow I’ve come to respect. He’s showing Cain that things in Ringside Wrestling have changed since he was on top.

Thompson: A lot of things have changed in Ringside, but I think Cain is just working out some ring rust. It has been a few months since he’s competed.

Barlow stands to his feet and reaches down and pulls Cain up to his as well. Barlow drags Cain over towards the announce table. Barlow pulls Cain’s head back by the hair despite the warnings by Mr. Black. Barlow then drives Cain’s face into the announce table. Cain collapses on the outside. Mr. Black yells for them to get back into the ring. Barlow pulls Cain up once more by the hair and rolls him into the ring. Barlow rolls in after him and quickly makes a cover.

1…

2…

KICK OUT!

Thompson: Not enough to keep the former champion down.

Sanford: Barlow is wearing him out though, you can tell.

Thompson: Don’t forget, he’s also wearing himself out when he does those high impact maneuvers.

Cain begins to stand to his feet. Barlow charges the ropes in front of Cain. Barlow bounces back and then charges at Cain looking to take his head off. Cain sees him coming and grabs Barlow just as he gets close enough and lifts him up in the air spinning and then driving him back down to the mat with a spinebuster. The crowd erupts as Barlow and Cain both lay in the middle of the ring. Cain starts to stand to his feet. He reaches down and pulls Barlow up. Cain delivers a hard forearm to the face of Barlow. Another hard forearm from Cain and then Barlow is sent into the ropes with an Irish whip. Barlow bounces back and Cain takes him down with a swinging neckbreaker. Cain then quickly hooks the leg making a cover.

Thompson: Huge spinebuster by Cain, he goes for a cover…

1…

2…

KICK OUT!

Sanford: Not quite enough. You can tell he knocked the wind out of Barlow though. Barlow is going to have to step it up now.

Cain and Barlow, both beginning to tire from the match, stand to their feet again. They tie up again, and Barlow quickly drives a knee into the midsection of Cain. Cain folds over and Barlow drops an elbow across the back of his neck. Cain is driven to the mat once more. Barlow then drops a standing leg drop across the back of Cain’s neck. Barlow then spins around positioning himself, and then locks in a crossface. Barlow rears back on the hold pulling at Cain’s neck. Cain yells in pain while trying to fight off the hold. Mr. Black asks Cain if he wants to submit, but Cain refuses. Cain then sees the ropes a mere three feet away and begins pulling himself towards them. When he is finally close enough to grab it, Barlow anticipates and stands to his feet. Barlow then drives his boot into the back of Cain. The fans roar with disapproval.

Thompson: Barlow has been winning the fans over the past couple of weeks, but they certainly do not like this side of Barlow tonight.

Sanford: Barlow has his mind on one thing, the Ringside Championship. And right now, Lucian Cain stands in his way of that.

Barlow pulls Cain to his feet again. Barlow whips Cain into the corner turnbuckle. Barlow then charges the corner and connects with a clothesline. Cain begins to crumble in the corner. Barlow begins to stomp away at the fallen Cain before Mr. Black forces the rope break. Cain slowly pulls himself to his feet as Barlow watches on. Cain gets to his feet and Barlow charges the ropes in front of him once more. Barlow bounces back and charges at Cain. Cain gets all the way to his feet and Barlow connects with a hard spear driving Cain to the mat.

Thompson: Barlow hit's Cain with the spear! It's the setup for the ending and Cain's return is going to be tainted by Barlow!

Sanford: Cain should have never came back to begin with! He's a has-been and worth nothing!

Thompson: Cain is getting up and Barlow is standing there, waiting to hit the Crime and Punishment! Cain is up and Barlow kicks Cain in the gut, swings his right arm over his head and begins the Crime and Punishment!

Sanford: See?! Pointless?! Did Knight really think Cain would be able to do anything!?

Thompson: Wait a minute, Cain swings in a neckbreaker-like fashion but swings Barlow into the ropes, THE COVEN! THE COVEN! CAIN HIT'S THE COVEN AND GOES FOR THE PIN!

Sanford: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!

1...

2...

Thompson: NO! WHAT IS THAT!?

A figure comes out from the crowd covered completely in black, we cannot make out whom this person is other than they are big and stocky, his face is covered with a black mask as the figure jumps in the ring and brakes up the pin!

Sanford: Whoever that guy is, HE'S MY HERO!

Thompson: Well this man completely covered in a jumpsuit complete with mask just broke the pinfall attempt by Cain and this man is beating the hell out of Cain!

Sanford: SOMEBODY SIGN THIS GUY!

Thompson: The man lifts Cain up and hit's a snapping t-bone suplex! WOW did you see that t-bone suplex!

Sanford: I've seen one like that before but it's been a long time!

Thompson: Whoever this man is, he's going for an STF on Cain now! Barlow is starting to come around and see's what is going on and decides to leave! This masked man has the STF locked in on Cain! Somebody needs to stop this!

Sanford: No, KEEP GOING!

Thompson: Wait! Cain has broken out of the STF! He's trying to take the mask of the man and manages to get it off! Cain has seen who he is but the man gets his mask back and runs off quickly! Cain was the only one who saw his face and look at Cain! Cain is livid, like he's seen someone he has hated for a lifetime! Cain is chasing after the masked man!

Sanford: WELL WHO THE HELL WAS IT!?!

Thompson: I have a feeling we'll know before the end of the night Tex!

Winner: Derek Barlow via Disqualification

Commercial Break

Contract Signing

Featuring: Jimmy Thunder and Eugene FitzPatrick

Writer: Chris and Martin

The camera pans out to the screaming fans waving their various signs until the screen turns to Chuck Thompson standing in the middle of the ring with a mic in his hand.

Chuck Thompson: In seven days time at Revival the Commonwealth championship will be on the line when champion Jimmy Thunder takes on the one and only Eugene Fitzpatrick in what can potentially go down as one of the matches of the year.

The crowd applaud.

Chuck Thompson: In a few short moments we'll have both men out here to sign the match contract but before I introduce them to you all, both wrestlers have had t heir lawyers go over the documents and all the terms have been agreed upon. The contracts ave been signed by Ringside Wrestling authorities as well as the the Tennessee Amateur and Professional Sporting Commission so without further ado, let me introduce to you the combatants.

The crowd cheer.

Chuck Thompson: First of all the challenger....

'Riverdance' starts blaring out from the speakers. Sanford sits down and readjusts his head set. The crowd all stand up and begin to cheer as they believe they are aware of what is coming. Suddenly, fireworks blast from the stage, fusing a colour of green, whites and red, blasting up to the roof. Snap's I've Got the Power blares through the speakers. As the music is still playing, Eugene Fitzpatrick walks out from the stage as the fans vent their anger at him. The Core Wrestling Hall of Famer paints a serious pose, his large psychotic blue eyes staring wildly at the ring.

Chuck Thompson: Hailing from Dublin Ireland, he weighs in at 286 pounds, ladies and gentlemen introducing the challenger, the one, the only, Eugene Fitzpatrick!

He climbs up the stairs and through the ropes as the chants of 'Asshole' emanate from the crowd. Eugene walks around the table and two chairs that are centred in the ring as he takes in the fans venting their hatred towards him.

Chuck Thompson: And his opponent!

The crowd suddenly turn from booing to cheering at the blink of an eye as they anticipate who is about to come out.

Chuck Thompson: Hailing from Boise Idaho via Sydney Australia.
The crowd continue to cheer as Chuck Thompson pauses to hype the crowd to cheer louder.

Chuck Thompson: He weighs in at a hefty 390 pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce to you the current Commonwealth Champion Jimmy Thuuuuuuuuuuuunder!!!!!!

The lights go out as the sound of thunder clapping echos the arena. 'Your Disease' by Saliva blasts through the arena's speakers as an enormous cheer from the crowd starts when Jimmy Thunder walks out with one of his arms wrapped around his pregnant girlfriend, Emma and the other around his son Jimmy Junior. With the Commonwealth title belt wrapped around Jimmy's waist he begins to walk down the aisle while the crowd beginning to chant 'THUNDER! THUNDER!' in unison. Jimmy doesn't take his eyes off the ring before him; his stone like facial expressions are replaced with a smile from ear to ear as the pride he exudes from walking to the ring with Emma and Junior is evident. They all climb up the steps and into the ring as Jimmy climbs all four turnbuckles to acknowledge the fans cheering while Emma and Junior stand aside and clap for Jimmy. The music dies down while the lights turn on as Chuck Thompson walks over to Jimmy Thunder.

Chuck Thompson: You certainly know how to raise the roof of any arena, Jimmy.

The crowd continue to cheer as Jimmy smiles while taking the belt off his waist and draping it over his shoulder

Jimmy Thunder: Atlanta Georgia has always been one of my favourite places in the world.

The crowd cheer louder to Jimmy's comments.

Chuck Thompson: I've noticed you brought your family out here tonight for the contract signing.

Jimmy Thunder: I wanted to share all this with them, they're usually at home during these times and are rarely on the road with me and I thought it would be nice to bring them out here so that they can experience a little bit of what I do out here.

Chuck Thompson: How are you feeling physically Jimmy?

Jimmy Thunder: Oh I feel great, I'm in great shape and I can't wait for Revival and retain my title.

Chuck Thompson walks over to where Fitz is standing.

Chuck Thompson: Gene, you must be delighted with the way your comeback has progressed, undefeated so far, defeating several top rW superstars, and now the chance to win a championship at your age?

Fitz: Let's not bring this down to age, because age has nothing to do with it, I've worked hard and still have the fight inside of me to continue, and that is what I will do.

Chuck: Did you foresee coming this far?

Fitz: Of course, why wouldn't I? If I didn't think I still could, I wouldn't be here. I'm glad to have been given the oppurtunity by John Mark Blackburn, to be here and compete.

Chuck: How do you prepare for these matches, is it a case of having to work harder towards it?

Fitz: No it's not Chuck. You cannot be lazy, laziness is regrettably a trait that you cannot have in this game. You need to get into a routine and use the experience that I have from the last thirty-odd years. Myself, I have a couple of large scotches and clear my mind and a cigarette to focus myself. I realise it isn't everyone's cup of tea, but hey, it's worked for me so why shouldn't it continue?

Chuck: Interesting, thanks for that Gene, let's get to the signing! Ok if we can get both guys sitting down at the table.

Jimmy Thunder and Eugene Fitzpatrick take a seat at opposite sides of the table. Chuck Thompson gives Eugene Fitzpatrick a pen and shows him where to sign. Jimmy Thunder is now given the pen and is shown where to sign the documents. Both men lean back in their chairs as Jimmy Thunder is handed a microphone.

Jimmy Thunder: Now that everything is signed and sealed, it's time for me to deliver. Come Revival, I promise you Fitz, while my arse is still pointing to the ground, I'll walk away with this title.

Eugene Fitzpatrick: All I can say is make sure you bring your pretty little girl and your kid to Tennessee with you so they can witness first hand me beating you within an inch of your life. When I'm finished with you, their nightmares will be so bad they'll never sleep again.

Jimmy Thunder stands up and drops his mic to the floor and hands his title to his son as Eugene stands as well.

Chuck Thompson: Now guys, let's leave this for Revival.

Jimmy moves the table and now stands toe to toe with Fitz. The crowd start cheering as they can sense a brawl is about to break out when Emma collapses in the ring. Jimmy quickly rushes to her and supports her head with his arms as he frantically calls out for help.

Chuck Thompson: Can we get some medics out here quickly!!!

Jimmy and his son are now on their knees by Emma's side when several EMT's rush the ring. Suddenly, out from nowhere, Eugene Fitzpatrick nails Thunder with a swift and sharp kick to the head, causing him to fall immedietly from his knees to the floor.

Chuck Thompson: Oh my God, Gene stop!

As Thunder gets up to his feet, he turns around groggily to meet a stiff big boot right to the face from Fitzpatrick, who had bounced of the ropes and got his leg quite high to hit Thunder on the head. Thunder hits the floor as Fitz rolls out of the ring as the agents make their way down to the ring and surround him in an effort to calm the situation down. Fitz walks up the rampway and raises both his arms in the air and cackles at the misfortunes the family in the ring are facing.

Chuck Thompson: Oh my God! We're going to have to go to commercial! We'll be right back ladies and gents...my god.

The crowd are booing wildly and chants of "A**hole" are echoing around the arena, as the scene fades to black with medics rushing to the aid of both Jimmy Thunder and Emma.

Oliver Ranken versus Mark Knight
Pick Your Opponent's Opponent - Singles Match

Writer: Matt

Thompson: And now, it’s time to see who Derek Barlow chose to face Mark Knight.

Sanford: I think I know who it is. I think it has something to do with who attacked Lucian Cain earlier tonight.

Thompson: Cain saw who it was, and when he did, he was certainly not happy.

“Ex’s and Oh’s by Atreyu begins to play on the PA system and the crowd erupts. A huge pyro explosion happens on the stage and Mark Knight steps out from the back and stands on the entrance stage with the Ringside Championship wrapped around his waist. He looks around at the crowd giving him the largest ovation since his debut in Ringside Wrestling. A look of determination is on his face.

Stacey: The following match is for one fall. Introducing first, from Winston-Salem, North Carolina, standing six foot one inch, and weighing in at two hundred twenty four pounds, he is the Ringside Wrestling Champion, MARK KNIGHT!

KNIGHT!
KNIGHT!
KNIGHT!

Knight raises his fist in the air as the crowd roars loudly chanting his name. He then lowers his arm and begins his descent to the ring. He slaps the hands of a few fans alongside the entrance ramp before reaching the steps. He climbs up on the steps and walks out on the apron. He turns to face the crowd and motions his arms around his waist like a title belt was there. He then throws his fist up again as the ring posts explode with pyrotechnics. He then turns and steps into the ring as his music begins to fade out.

Sanford: I hope Barlow picked someone good.

Barlow then steps out from the back and stands on the entrance stage. He is wearing black winds pants, a t-shirt, and a towel around his neck to dry the sweat from his match earlier tonight. He, like Knight did, has a microphone in his hand.

Barlow: Like you Mark, I did give it some thought as to who I wanted you to face tonight. As I thought about our match next week for the Ringside Championship, I thought about a man who wanted nothing more than to be the Ringside Champion. Someone who’s hunger for the gold was even stronger than mine. Someone who defeated even me in his quest for glory. Tonight Mark, you’re facing…OLIVER RANKEN!

Thompson: No…

Sanford: H#ll yes! I knew I saw that T-Bone Suplex before.

Thompson: You’re saying, Ranken attacked Cain?

Sanford: That’s what I’m saying…

'Cat Gotcha Tongue' by Stray begins to play over the PA system and the crowd erupts loudly as a man walks out from the back wearing a UK flag singlet and the black mask seen earlier tonight on his face. The man rips the mask off to reveal the face of the Bully from Britain. Ranken smirks and then tosses the mask into the crowd as he makes his way to the ring.

Stacey: And his opponent, standing five feet nine inches and weighing in at two hundred sixty nine pounds, from London, England, OLIVER RANKEN!

Ranken gets to the ring and the mauler steps in under the top rope. He walks over to the middle of the ring and throws his hands in the air to a mixed reaction from the crowd. His music slowly fades out as Joseph Stevenson gets ready to call for the bell. Knight hands the Ringside Championship off to a crew member. Ranken eyes the championship that he once felt should have been his. Ranken then turns his attention to Knight as the bell sounds.

DING
DING
DING

Thompson: It’s been a long time since Oliver Ranken has been in a Ringside Wrestling ring. Tonight he returns as Barlow’s choice to take on Mark Knight.

Sanford: As you know, when rW invaded EPW that one time, it ended up as a match between Barlow and Ranken. Ranken pulled out the victory. I am betting we’ll see the same here.

Both men begin circling each other in the ring. They meet in the middle of the ring looking to tie up, but Ranken ducks Knight’s grip. Ranken then throws a hard shot in to the midsection of Knight. Ranken follows up with a few more hard shots to Knight’s midsection. Ranken then delivers a hard forearm to the face of Knight. Ranken then wraps his arms around Knight and muscles him to the ground with a belly to belly suplex. Ranken continues the onslaught of rights and lefts into the face of Knight. Barlow, still standing on the entrance way smiles while nodding his head. He then turns to head to the back leaving Ranken to it.

Thompson: It seems Barlow was rather enjoying Ranken pounding away on Knight.

Sanford: Ranken is called the Bully from Britain for a reason. He is a ground and pound wrestler and will just beat the tar out of an opponent.

Ranken begins to stomp away at the midsection of Knight. Knight finally rolls out of the way and onto the outside of the ring to get away from the ravenous Ranken. Knight stands to his feet on the outside while Stevenson does what he can to hold Ranken back in the ring. Knight shakes his head and turns back to the ring and climbs in. Knight then meets Ranken head on in the middle of the ring. This time, the two men do tie up. The more technical Knight quickly locks in a side headlock on Ranken. Ranken begins throwing elbows into the midsection of Knight to break the hold. Knight pushes Ranken in to the ropes. Ranken bounces back and levels Knight to the mat with a shoulder block.

Thompson: Ranken is just one tough man. Knight is going to have to come up with some sort of strategy to stop this iron bull from running all over him.

Sanford: That’s what happens when you don’t have time to prepare for an opponent, you’re caught by surprise y his unique style.

Ranken pulls Knight to his feet again. Ranken whips him into the corner. Ranken then walks over and drives his shoulder in to the midsection of Knight. Another driven shoulder by Ranken and Knight is barely standing on his feet. Ranken climbs up on the second rope and starts pounding his fist into the head of Knight. Knight is rocked by each punch delivered by the former MMA fighter. As Ranken continues to pound, Knight begins to fade. Ranken eventually comes down to the first rope, and then to the mat. Knight is finally pounded straight down to the mat. Stevenson finally calls for the break and pushes Ranken away. Knight’s face has been busted open from the shots from Ranken.

Thompson: It looks like Knight has been opened up by the south paw. Ranken is really devastating Knight here tonight. I don’t know if Knight is going to be able to make a comeback from this.

Sanford: Me either Chuck.

Knight pulls himself up using the ropes, and Ranken finally side steps Stevenson and charges in. Knight throws up his feet and catches the British brawler with a kick to the jaw. Ranken shakes it off and charges in again, but Knight is able to get his feet up once more sending his boot into the face of Ranken. Knight then drops his feet down to the mat and explodes out of the corner and takes Ranken down to the mat with lunging clothesline. Knight then begins his own onslaught of rights and lefts into the face of Ranken. Finally, Ranken shoves Knight off of him and gets to his feet. Knight is right there with a kick to the midsection. Knight then grabs the folded over Ranken by the back of the singlet and sends him into the turnbuckle like a battering ram. Ranken is sent crashing into the ring post between the ropes.

Thompson: There you go Knight. In order to beat the bull, you have to be the bull.

Sanford: What are you saying? Ranken could have serious shoulder injuries now.

Ranken back steps out of the corner and Knight grabs him by the head and drops him down to the mat with a neck breaker. Knight quickly rolls over and makes a cover. Before Stevenson can get down to the mat, Ranken powers out of the cover. Knight gets to his feet and Ranken slowly starts to stand up. Knight walks over and as Ranken stands up, Knight gives him a hard kick to the back of the leg dropping Ranken back down to one knee. Knight turns in front of Ranken and drives his knee into Ranken’s midsection. Knight then grabs a hold of Ranken’s head and drops down delivering a hard DDT. Knight then rolls Ranken over and makes another pin attempt.

1…

KICK OUT!

Sanford: Ranken was a bit stunned that time. Whatever hurts Ranken won’t stop him; it only makes him angry, so Knight better watch out.

Knight gets to his feet and pulls Ranken up to his as well. As Ranken stands fully up, he quickly wraps his arms around Knight’s waist again and quickly sends him over head with snap belly to belly overhead suplex. Ranken then gets to his feet and shakes off the bit of damage Knight has done. The brawler then reaches down and pulls Knight to his feet. The blood is continuing to drip from Knight getting into his eyes. Ranken sends Knight into the ropes with an Irish whip. Knight bounces back and because of the blood in his eyes, he can’t see Ranken. Ranken catches him with a back body drop sending him back down to the mat. Knight wipes the blood from his face clearing up some of his vision. He sees Ranken almost on top of him dropping and elbow and he quickly rolls out of the way. Ranken drops hard into the mat. Knight stands to his feet and as Ranken is on his knees getting up from missing the elbow, Knight delivers a big boot right to the face of Ranken. Ranken falls backwards and Knight quickly makes another cover.

1…

2…

Thompson: This could be it!

KICK OUT!

Sanford: Kicked out at the very last nano-second.

A look of frustration comes over the face of the Ringside Champion. He then gets to his feet. He reaches down and grabs the arm of Ranken and pulls him up. Knight then wrenches the arm around applying pressure to the muscles in Ranken’s arm. Knight then pulls the arm down hard sending pressure to the elbow as well. Knight then flips Ranken down to the mat with a arm drag and continues to hold Ranken’s arm in an inverted arm bar. Ranken, the seasoned MMA veteran, knows what an arm bar can do, and starts to struggle to get out of it.

Thompson: Ranken looks to be in trouble now. Knight seems to have complete control of this match up now.

Sanford: Ranken is well aware of his ring presence at all times. He can get out of anything at anytime. Just watch.

Knight stands to his feet while bending over and holding Ranken’s arm back his back know. Knight then drives his knee into the elbow of Ranken. Another knee shot to the elbow of Ranken and Knight is then back on his feet. He pulls Ranken up by the back of the head. As Ranken gets up, Knight throws a forearm into this face. Ranken tries to answer back, but Knight ducks the shot. Knight then pushes Ranken into the ropes in front of him. Ranken bounces off the ropes, and Knight rolls him up in a school boy.

1…

2…

KICK OUT!

Thompson: Knight almost got him with the school boy pin. A classic wrestling maneuver.

Sanford: A cheap one too.

Knight stands back to his feet. As Ranken stands to his feet using the ropes for leverage, someone jumps over the barricade on the side of the ring. The fans erupt when they see who it is. Ranken is leaning on the ropes, and the person who came through the fans uses the steps for leverage as he runs and leaps at the face of Ranken. The person, who can obviously be seen as Lucian Cain connects with a hard shot to the face of Ranken. Ranken is dropped to the mat and Stevenson has no choice but to call the match a disqualification. Cain gets to his feet from landing on the outside and slides into the ring.

Thompson: It’s LUCIAN CAIN! I guess he’s here to extract a little revenge!

Sanford: He has no idea what he is doing!

Thompson: Knight is just watching on, he doesn’t know what to think.

Cain and Ranken begin brawling in the middle of the ring. The rest of the Ringside Referees and security team run out from the back to try and break the two former rivals up. They finally get them apart as Knight takes his championship belt from the time keeper’s table and heads away from the mayhem in the ring.

Thompson: Knight is getting out of here almost unscathed. It looks like Barlow’s plan of Ranken destroying him before next week backfired. But Cain and Ranken are still trying to get at each other.

Sanford: Ever since Cain defeated Ranken to be the first Ringside Champion back at Tradition Episode Five, Ranken has been looking to get his hands on him.

As the security and referees begin dragging the two to the back, John Mark Blackburn steps out from behind the curtain with a microphone in his hand.

Blackburn: Cain, Ranken, you guys were brought in tonight to face two other men, but you two can’t seem to keep your hands off each other. So next week, at REVIVAL, it’s going to be Lucian Cain versus Oliver Ranken II in a Last Man Standing Match. You can beat the h#ll out of each other then.

The crowd erupts at the announcement of the REVIVAL Match. Ranken and Cain are finally corralled to the back as the show fades out to a commercial break.

Winner: Oliver Ranken via Disqualification

Commercial Break

Fallout

Featuring: John Mark Blackburn and Jimmy Thunder

Writer: Chris

The fans are on the edge of their seat and the excitement heightens when “Devour” hits the PA system. As the musical introduction to the song plays loudly, the fans jump to their feet. When the lyrics finally start, the General Manager of Ringside Wrestling, John Mark Blackburn, steps out from behind the curtain. He wastes no time and heads towards the ring.

Thompson: Here comes the boss and he doesn't look too happy.

Sanford: You can say that again, he looks like he's on some sort of mission.

Blackburn climbs into the ring and walks straight to the center of the ring and looks down the barrel of the camera as the lights brighten up as the music fades.

Blackburn: Just last week I gave a directive to both Jimmy Thunder and Eugene Fitzpatrick that if one was to lay a hand on the other prior to Revival, that person will suffer the consequences. Earlier tonight, Eugene Fitzpatrick in, ugh, I don't know whether it was the heat of the moment or just a moment of madness, attacked Jimmy Thunder during a delicate situation. Now I don't care who Eugene Fitzpatrick thinks he is but at the end of the day, I'm the boss and what I say goes. It's as simple as that. As a result of his actions tonight, Eugene Fitzpatrick will not be competing at Revival for the Commonwealth Championship.

Blackburn pauses as the crowd cheers.

Thompson: WOW! This is huge!

Sanford: I'm speechless.

Blackburn: With Eugene Fitzpatrick out of the Commonwealth Championship equation, I have to replace him and give somebody else a shot at Jimmy Thunder. Now after a quick meeting with several members of the Ringside Wrestling board, we all unanimously agreed that Jimmy Thunder's opponent should be....

At that point "Your Disease" by Saliva blasts through the arena speakers which brings the fans to their feet, followed by a roar that matches the music for loudness. Out walks Jimmy Thunder with his Commonwealth title belt around his waist and immediately marches towards the ring.
Thompson: Here comes the Commonwealth Champ and he looks as happy as the boss did when he walked towards the ring.

Sanford: I don't know why he's upset, John Blackburn just saved his title. Eugene Fitzpatrick would have beaten Thunder guaranteed.
Thompson: Reports backstage is that Jimmy's girlfriend Emma is fine which is a tremendous relief.

Sanford: If Thunder came to the contract signing alone we wouldn't have any problems at all. I blame him for all this.

Jimmy's emotionless face stares directly at Blackburn and ignores the fans who are reaching out and trying to get Jimmy to touch their hands. He quickly walks up the stairs and climbs over the top rope. He walks straight up to John Blackburn and hovers right over him.

Blackburn: Now Thunder, I don't know if your previous employers would accept this but I wont tolerate you trying to intimidate me so back up a step or two and I will answer any questions you may have.

Jimmy takes a short step back but continues to stare at Blackburn.

Blackburn: That's better, now Thunder, I know you're interested in who your next opponent is for this week so I'll.......

Thunder: I don't care who you have lined up next, I want Fitzpatrick.

Blackburn: What you want and what you get is entirely two different things my friend. You might have misunderstood me, Eugene Fitzpatrick disrespected by orders so now he loses his title shot like I promised last week.

Thunder: There is no way in hell I'm facing anyone else at Revival but Fitzpatrick.

Blackburn: Thunder, you are the Commonwealth Champion and you will face whoever I say and whenever I say. I'll guarantee you now that Jimmy Thunder will not defend his title against Eugene Fitzpatrick at Revival. Eugene Fitzpatrick has lost his shot and is now at the back of the contenders line.

Jimmy takes a few steps away and kicks the bottom rope in frustration before walking back to where Blackburn is standing.

Thunder: How do you like this for an idea, you take the Commonwealth title and I take on Fitzpatrick at Revival?

Blackburn gives Thunder a surprised look.

Thunder: I want Fitzpatrick one on one in a falls anywhere street fight.

The crowd cheers as Blackburn is still stunned by Jimmy's idea.

Blackburn: You don't want to do that.

Thunder: You bet your bottom dollar I do.

Blackburn: If you want him that bad then you can have him.

Blackburn holds out his hand and waits for Jimmy to give him the Commonwealth title belt. Jimmy unstraps it from his waist and takes one last look at the belt before looking around to the fans who are yelling out for him not to do it. Jimmy looks at the belt again before he kisses it and slowly hands it over to a smirking John Blackburn. Jimmy immediately walks away as "Your Disease" by Saliva hits the arena speakers just as Jimmy Thunder exits the ring.

Thompson: I cant believe what we have just witnessed. Jimmy Thunder has relinquished the Commonwealth title to guarantee that he has his match against Eugene Fitzpatrick.

Sanford: I'm convinced the man is an idiot. He gives up the title that Blackburn made sure Fitzpatrick wasn't going to take from him only to face him in match that will have Fitzpatrick salivating.

Thompson: I'm sure Jimmy Thunder is running on emotions right now, I just hope he knows what he's doing.

The camera shows Jimmy walking up the runway as he again ignores the fans and heads straight to the backstage area.

Next to Last

Featuring: Hiroshi Ryusaki and Steven Holt

Writer: Brett and Ryan

The camera cuts backstage as Silas Eneas sits on a sofa in the locker room of the reigning Fellowship Champions. On his left sits Hiroshi Ryusaki while on his right sits Steven Holt. Both of Silas’ hands hold 32 ounce Big Gulp glasses. Steven takes one, sipping it slowly before putting it back in Silas’ hand. Ryusaki flips the station from MSNBC to CNN. Neither man speaks as Silas glances back and forth before finally speaking.

Silas: Just say something.

Ryusaki (glancing at him, before looking back at the television): What?

Silas (angrily): Anything! This is boring.

Steven (coughing to interrupt): Um, I'm watching the news.

Silas (looking a bit surprised): ... the news? You have a match in 15 minutes.

Ryusaki (reaching over to take his Big Gulp): And in 25 minutes, it'll be over.

Silas: ... That's all you have to say about it?

Ryusaki: We've beaten them too many times to count, Silas. This match is like beating a dead horse... only the horse is two annoying Hawaiians.

Steven: ... the dead horse would smell better.

Silas: YES! See! This is what I wanted.

Both Hiroshi and Steven are completely silent now, returning to their news program.

Silas: ... do you just not care?

Steven: Yes.

Silas: Hiroshi? Tell me you care?

Ryusaki is completely silent.

Silas: Hiroshi?

Hiroshi (pointing at the tv): Who's this guy again?

Silas groans.

Silas: You're both starting to piss me off.

Steven (to Ryusaki): So, you a fan of Obama’s speech last week?

Silas’ head drops in defeat.

Ryusaki nods.

Hiroshi: It's much more fun watching Palin blame McCain and vice versa. I'm waiting for Jerry Springer to step into the picture.

Silas: Are you two going to talk about anything that resembles a match related comment?

Steven (pausing before looking around): I’m hungry, I think I saw some watermelon in the dining area. (he stand, glancing at Hiroshi) Want any?

Hiroshi: Watermelon? This time of the year? (pause) Sure.

Ryusaki stands and walks towards the door with Holt just a few steps ahead of him.

Hiroshi: You know, they make it square in Japan.

Steven: Square? No sh*t?

Hiroshi: Mhmm, makes it easier to stack in the store.

The two men exit the room leaving Silas sitting there on the sofa. He glances around briefly and then begins to mutter.

Silas: ... I can not wait until they're gone! (pause) oo, look at me, I'm a writer. Oo look at me, I'm asian. Me and my ... my typewriter and my square watermelons, I think I'm so special.

Silas stands and prances about the room as he mocks the two champions, holding one of the two belts to his waist.

Silas (bad Japanese accent): I ru no undoostan' la wado comin' ou' ob' ma' o'n mouf.

Hiroshi (from the hallway): ... Silas, there's a tv in the hallway.

Silas pauses, drops the belt and then bolts out of the room as fast as he can before the scene fades to black.

Commercial Break

Hawaiians for Hire versus Hiroshi Ryusaki (c) and Steven Holt (c)
Fellowship Championship - Fellowship Match

Writer: Matt

Stacey Dream enters the ring, her microphone in hand as the crowd begins to feel the uproarious excitement of yet another Ringside Wrestling match.

Thompson: This is likely to be one of those matches that makes Ringside history. There’s a lot of heat between these two teams.

Sanford: … who’re you?

Thompson: … Chuck Thomp- you know who I am.

Sanford: Where’s Austin?

Thompson: He got promoted. I’ve taken over his position.

Sanford: When did this happen?

Thompson: I see why he loathed you.

Stacy Dream: Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to bring to you a tandem rematch worthy of Revival… introducing first, tonight’s challengers, from Hawaii, Johnny Kapaa and Kalena Gomes… The Hawaiians For Hiiiire!

The crowd gives a mixed reaction to the tag team as they make their way to the ring.

'Senseless' by Asian Kung-Fu Generation hits the PA system and the crowd erupts with a mixed reaction. A huge pyro explodes on the entrance stage as the Fellowship Champions walk out with the belts draped over their shoulders.

Thompson: It’s crazy. These two men are complete assholes; they have no respect for the audience, for the other wrestlers and yet listen to this crowd? There are parts that love them!

We cut to Howard Sanford who is now wearing a Holt/Ryusaki t-shirt, standing on the announcers table, and waving two pendants: one says Holt and the other says Ryusaki.

Thompson: I wish they’d fired me when they canceled Hype.

Stacey: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred sixty five pounds, they are the Ringside Wrestling Fellowship Champions, STEVEN HOLT AND HIROSHI RYUSAKI!

The crowd erupts again as Holt and Ryusaki get to the ring. They climb in from the steps and meet in their corner. They hand the title belts off to the crew member at ringside. Holt and Ryusaki converse in the corner as they wait for match to begin. Ryusaki’s music fades out.

Steven Holt is the first into the ring from the Champion’s corner; on the challenger’s side, Gomes initiates the match. Seeing as how Gomes has no bio of his own, he just kinda stands there and waits to be hit. A quick right hand from Holt staggers the challenger. Holt launches a second but Gomes twists under his arm and jumps, delivering a standing drop kick!

Thompson: Great connection for Gomes there; looks like it landed perfectly at Holt’s ribcage.

Holt catches himself on the ropes and then jumps back almost immediately as Kapaa rushes down the apron, prepared to snatch an easy shot at the champion. Ryusaki moves away from his corner, keeping his eyes more so on Kapaa now after his initiation. Gomes and Holt pace briefly in the ring before a lock up; Holt with a quick advantage and a knee to the gut solidifies his position. Holt attempts a suplex but Gomes hooks their legs, preventing the lift. A hard right to Holt’s ribs by Gomes followed by a quick knee from the champion; a second attempt at the suplex yields no results with Gomes, once again, hooking the leg. Holt tries a third time, immediately after the second, and this too is easily blocked by Go-WOAH! Holt twists out of nowhere and drops the challenger with a neckbreaker!

Sanford: This is why they’re champions, Chucky.

Gomes is the first up, surprisingly enough, but more out of self-preservation than energy alone; he slides away from Holt and makes a quick tag to his much larger partner. Holt sits up on his knees calmly, a smirk on his face. Kapaa rushes the champion and prepares for a big boot in his prone position but Holt ducks just in time and grabs Kapaa’s leg, now holding it over his shoulder, he slams a fist into the inside of Kapaa’s supporting knee and knocks the larger man down before rolling towards the free leg, jerking and twisting the captured knee one good time before getting to his feet. Holt with a quick tag to Ryusaki.

Kapaa grins and instantly moves towards the smaller opponent. Ryusaki strafes to the right momentarily, the two men keeping an eye on one another. Kapaa slowly closes the distance and they quickly lock up.

Thompson: Bad decision by Ryusaki here, he’s much larger.

As if Thompson had been a prophet, Kapaa head butts the champion in one swift thud, so sickening that extra janitors were called to the stands. Ryusaki staggers back and Kapaa grabs the smaller man and jerks him in for a devastating short-arm clothesline. The crowd is giving their legendary mixed reaction, some cheering for the downfall of the pompous Ryusaki, others booing for the team everyone loves to hate.

Kapaa stomps around his opponent, planting a boot here and there to maintain his advantage, but primarily gloating. Gomes partially climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms, twisting to look out into the crowd. Kapaa motions to Gomes who nods; Gomes drops another very hard heel into the center of Ryusaki’s chest and then reaches down, grabbing him by the wrists. Kapaa drags Ryusaki within range of Gomes who immediately launches himself off the top rope for some kind of splash.

Thompson: Woah, this is breaking down fast!

Holt from nowhere slams a hard elbow into the side of Kapaa’s head, sending him staggering to the side. Ryusaki rolls out of the way just in time, causing Gomes to slap face first into the mat, bouncing up with the shear amount of force! Referee Sam Worth is in the middle of the tandem brawl, attempting to restore order to this championship matchup!

Sanford: The crowd is loving this. I’M loving this!

Holt with an arm wrench on Kapaa and he twists around, delivering a short arm-bar clothesline of his own, dropping the large man to the canvas. Gomes and Ryusaki have each gathered their wits and are engaging in a Matrix-style battle of their own, each one throwing strikes at the other, only to have minimal contact with each. Ryusaki leaps up with a high roundhouse, Gomes ducks and swings to catch Hiroshi’s midsection but the athlete quickly hooks the arm and flips over, landing on his own two feet. A quick spin kick by Ryusaki bends Gomes at the waist and a fast axe-kick to the back of the neck drops him to the apron. Worth forcibly shoves Holt away from Kapaa and points at Gomes, yelling for him to vacate the ring.

Sanford: Pretty brazen move there by Sam Worth.

Thompson: Holt may be an ass… an irritant… a complete jerk. (pause) Ever spoken to him on aim? It’s like a vasectomy without anesthetics… where was I going with this?

Sanford: … Worth

Thompson: Oh yes. He’s not stupid enough to attack an official in the ring.

Ryusaki and Kapaa remain in the ring; Kapaa moves in to regain control of the match but is caught off guard by a quick kick to his knee, the same knee that Holt assaulted earlier, dropping him to the mat. Gomes yells out but to no avail, Hiroshi drops Kapaa further to the mat with a spinning heel kick followed immediately by moving to his injured leg. One quick, blunt kick causes the challenger to jerk and begin to move away, putting him in the perfect position as Ryusaki jerks the leg up and quickly applies a Leg Slicer.

Sanford: That… looks painful.

Thompson: These two are experts at taking an opponents weakest point and breaking it. Beating it. Making it a shadow of its former self.

Sanford: You finished being poetic over there?

Thompson: Think so, yeah.

Kapaa is yelling out in agony as referee Worth checks to see if he’s wanting to call the match. Gomes yells from the sidelines, trying to bolster the endurance of his partner. Holt leans over the ropes and extends his arm, making an extended quick tag with Ryusaki. Holt moves in immediately and drops a knee onto Kapaa’s knee, causing the already winched joint even more pain. Johnny screams out and before he can get away for a much needed tag, Holt applies a Figure Four Leg lock. Ryusaki moves to the apron, blowing a kiss at the very agitated Gomes.

Sanford: Now THIS is entertainment! The systematic destruction of one man by two others.

Thompson: You’re sick… absolutely disgusting.

Sanford: You’re the one sleeping with your wife.

Thompson: I…

Sanford: And victory to Howie.

Kapaa, after far too long on his back, forces himself into a sitting position, grabs Holt by the shirt and in one fluid motion, back hands the champion, knocking the hold loose and sending the champion rolling onto his side.

Thompson: Wow, momentous power in that strike from Johnny Kapaa. The Hawaiians are showing what they’re made of here tonight. Amazing stamina.

Sanford: … that’s what your wife sa-

Thompson: I will kill you in your sleep.

Kapaa pushes himself up and then, using the ropes, pulls himself to his feet. He’s very clearly favoring his right knee and begins limping towards Gomes.

Thompson: This is a much needed move by Johnny Kapaa, don’t you agree?

There’s no response. We cut to the announcers as Thompson look to his right to find Howard Sanford 5 feet away, holding a chair in front of him – obviously in fear.

Kapaa is within inches of Gomes – Holt from nowhere as he practically shoulders him into the ropes; Kapaa makes a desparate reach for Gomes but Holt grips him about the waist and lifts with all of his might, spinning away from Gomes, and slams him with an awkward spinning spinebuster, Holt’s Sudden Stop.

Thompson: I’ve seen that look better in Holt’s career. Kapaa is just too large of a man for Holt to fully manhandle.

Howard: Still a fitting name for this situation; a sudden stop to what could have changed the course of this match.

Holt, just two feet from Gomes, grips his opponent (Kapaa) by the legs and applies the Boston’s Own Boston Crab, causing Kapaa to yell back. Holt’s face is one of pure glee as he leans back, his eyes on Gomes the entire time, applying more and more pressure to the move. Kapaa is screaming at this point, gripping desperately in all directions. Gomes looks around for anything that can help but is met by Sam Worth’s persistent glare. Gomes quickly enters the ring and then ducks out again, garnering a response from Hiroshi Ryusaki on the other side of the ring. Ryusaki ducks under as well and the second Gomes is out, Worth turns his attention to the Japanese competitor; Gomes grips Holt by the foot from outside the ring and jerks him – and thus Kapaa – towards the ropes. Kapaa makes a quick grip of the rope before Worth turns around.

Sanford: Clever move on the part of Kalena.

Holt stands up, his eyes on Gomes on the outside as he grabs Kapaa and pulls him to his feet – a torturous journey for the injured man – and whips him to the ropes. Kapaa doesn’t make it with his knee in the shape it is and drops mid way, grabbing at his right leg in agony. Holt with a quick stomp as he passes his opponent and an easy, almost carefree, tag to Hiroshi.

Sanford: Look at that, not a care in the world of Steven Holt.

Ryusaki slips into the ring. Kapaa has pulled himself up and begun hopping – no longer limping – towards Gomes. Gomes is practically balancing on the top rope as he leans into the ring, extending the tag to Kapaa. Ryusaki smiles!? Hiroshi breaks out in a furious run and slides feet first between the legs of Kapaa, twisting his own legs about Kapaa’s right before jerking his body to the side and… TSUJIKAZE LEGBAR! Kapaa slams sideways to the mat with Hiroshi’s head close to the ropes, the move perfectly positioning him out of reach. Gomes is in a full fledged panic on the side of the ring as Kapaa yells out in pain, his face turning red as he grits his teeth. Kapaa covers his face as Worth begins to check on the submission.

Sanford: This is all she wrote. A powerful technique employed here by Ryusaki and Kapaa’s knee can only take so much.

Thompson: The champions prove why they’re the champions right here.

Gomes drops off the apron and rushes the announcers desk.

Sanford: HEY!?

Gomes jerks the microphone and small desk stand off the table and rushes the ring. Worth has his back to the actions going on outside but Holt immediately bolts into the ring and dashes right past Worth, who attempts to stop him, and slide to the outside.

Sanford: Go Holt! (having stolen Thompson’s microphone)

Holt slides out of the ring and rushes an unsuspecting Gomes; Gomes turns… BLACK SWAN THEORY! Gomes meets Holt’s knee chin-first and drops backwards, his lights completely out. Holt is furious; he grabs his tag title from the nearby desk and begins to slam it, repeatedly, into the face of Gomes, bloodying his forehead and nose before security can pull him back. In the ring Kapaa finally taps, signaling the end of the match.

THAT’S IT!

Sanford: Wooo! The champions rock!

Thompson: Despite some dirty tactics, Kapaa and Gomes were unable to pull off a win against these two well rounded atheletes.

Ryusaki releases the hold and shoves Kapaa away. Hiroshi pulls himself up and looks around to see Worth holding one half of the tag team titles. Johnny Kapaa, now having crawled to the other side of the ring, pulls himself up. Worth approaches Kapaa to check on him. Ryusaki glances out at Gomes and Holt's interaction before grinning and glancing back at Kapaa; he rushes him immediately…

Sanford: OH MY GOD.

Thompson: He did, he did!

FUBUKI! Hiroshi delivers a devastating straight kick, once banned from the world of professional wrestling, to the chest of Kapaa! Kapaa is thrust back into the ropes and over the top, crashing to the apron and then the floor below. The crowd is on their feet, some cheering with others jeering. Sam Worth was knocked to the mat with the sudden quick movements of Ryusaki who leans over the ropes, staring down at his obliterated opponent.

Sanford: He was already going to have to deal with the leg injuries and now? My god… my god.

Ryusaki snatches the title from Worth and drapes it over his shoulder. Holt has long since calmed, the bloodied belt still hanging from his clenched fist. The two men exchange glances, each noting the other’s handiwork before beginning to make their way up the rampway. "Senseless" by Asian Kung-Fu Generation plays over the sound system while medical staff rush the ring to deal with what remains of the Hawaiians for Hire.

Sanford: And that's it... Holt and Ryusaki just proved why they are the Fellowship champions.