PWX Initiative Main Event

[THE Mac Bry v2]

Alexis Lace: Ladies and gentlemen... it is NOW TIME, for YOUR, PWX Initiative main event of the evening!! A Tables, Ladders and Chairs Six-Pack Challenge, and it is for the Pro Wrestling X HYBRID Championship..... of the Woooorld!!


The crowd roars its approval. The lights then cut out suddenly to the arena. The crowd calms down to a mixed chorus of anticipation and wonders. The opening drum line and riffs to Kreator’s “Impossible Brutality” begin to blast out from the speaker stacks situated on either side of the entrance of the stage.

Alexis Lace: Weighing in at two-HUNDRED and forty pounds, standing six foot four... PWX faithful, this IS Matthew...PRIIIINCE!!

Matthew Prince emerges from the backstage to a mixed chorus of cheers and boos. As he makes his way down the ramp and towards the ring, he pays little attention to the cheers and jeers coming from the crowd in attendance around him.

Chris: Prince looks ready!!

Ricky: Prince looks like he's ready to break a few necks...

Chris: And you better believe, that in a match like this? Something like that is almost inevitable.

Ricky: Ya got that right, Chris. Tables, ladders and chairs line the ringside area, and before tonight is done, there WILL be a champion. But I can't very well say any of the six people in this contest will be 'winners'...

Chris: A match like this takes years off any man or woman's career. But the reward is enough for all six of these PWX stars to put EVERYTHING on the line.

Approaching the edge of the ring, Prince reaches up and grabs the middle rope. In one fluid motion he hoists himself up onto the edge of the ring and over the ropes. Landing on the heels of his wrestling boots, he begins to bounce to the left and right on his feet warming up in anticipation of the upcoming match.


Alexis Lace: Next up, representing The Establishment--

The fans immediately raise their voices in a chorus of boos. "Two Weeks" by All That Remains hits the PA as blue lights flash.

Alexis Lace: --she is the "Icy Princess", Tiami...Alexis...TYLER!!

Tiami comes out on stage smiling as the fans jeer. She skips her way down the ramp, before getting into the ring. She just smiles, posing for the crowd, who show their distaste for The Establishment's resident 'Princess'. She then awaits her opponents.

Alexis Lace: Next, representing the ANTI-Establishment--

The fans now lift their voices, cheering, and clapping their hands together. Black and blue lights shine on the stage as "1.000.000 Lightyears" by Amaranthe begins to play on the loud speakers.

Alexis Lace: He weighed in tonight at an even 220. Stands 5 feet, NINE inches, he is a former PWX Hybrid Champ, he is the MASTER of the 'StoryTeller'... TIMOTHY...Huuuuunt!!

Timothy walks out and walks towards the ring with Jessica Harmony by his side.. Timothy gets in the ring as Jessica cheers him on. The music continues to play as Timothy poses for the crowd real quick before he turns towards the stage, awaiting the next competitor...

As "Faint" by Linkin Park blasts over the pa system, white smoke fills the entrance way as a person is seen behind the smoke.

Alexis Lace: Next, he is the self-proclaimed 'Wrestling God', 'The Master of The Suplex', and a former Hybrid Champion in his own right... Anton...CHASE!!

The person steps forward in front of the white smoke revealing himself to be Anton Chase. He makes his way down the ramp way, with a cocky smile on his face and his arms out at the side, he climbs in the ring and climbs the second ropes and puts one hand up in the air.

The guitars and cymbols slam as "From the Outside" by All that Remains kicks on the loudspeakers.

Alexis Lace: Next, weighing 245 pounds, standing 5'11, and walking in tonight as the PWX Hybrid CHAMPION. He is, TJ... Coddaaaiiirrr!!

Codair's entrance video plays, as TJ Codair steps out from the back. He holds his left arm, still visibly reeling from his recent match against Anton Chase.

Chris: Codair still suffering from that injury handed to him by Chase this past week on Adrenaline.

Ricky: A couple armbreakers followed by a hammerlock, and I'm tellin' ya... things don't look too good for the champ's reign. Throw in not one, not two, not three, not FOUR, but FIVE challengers? I gotta say, it looks like Codair's days on top are numbered.

Chris: I wouldn't count him out quite yet, Rick. This man is a fighter. Come hell or high water, he will not back down. Regardless of the injury there is no quit in TJ Codair. And if he goes down? He goes down swingin', ain't no doubt about it...

TJ makes his way down to the ring, quickly rolling in as the fans are heard chanting Codair's name. He walks over to the turnbuckles and climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle, he looks out to the fans.

"From the outside, stand and judge like enemies.
Opened eyes see reality...
Trying all the while to knock me down this tragedy.

"And the days turn to memories."

He pounds his right fist into his heart 3 times and holds his fist out to the fans. Codair then turns and jumps off the turnbuckles as the music dies down. Still clearly favoring his arm, he holds the Hybrid Championship at his side as he cracks his neck. TJ looks down at the title belt, shaking his head, and savoring the gold in his hands. He then walks to the ropes, before handing the championship out to the timekeeper. The Codair chant is heard throughout the arena, as he waits for the match to begin...

Alexis Lace: And FINALLY...

"Hail to the King" by Avenged Sevenfold hits the PA System. The lights go down and a giant spotlight hits the arena as the crowd boos rauceously.

Chris: These Florida fans showing their EXTREME disdain for Mr. Zion!!

Ricky: He may be hated worldwide, but make no mistake about it. He ALWAYS receives the loudest reaction of anyone on the roster.

Chris: Yeah. And it's always a negative one...

Darin Zion walks down in a pair of cargo shorts, looking like he's about to go to war.

Alexis Lace: Hailing from Chicago, ILLINOIS! He weighs in tonight at an amazing two-HUNDRED...and thirty-five pounds!!

As the light hits Zion, he walks past the crowd, glaring down at all five combatants who surround the ring.

"Hail to the king, hail to the one
Kneel to the crown, stand in the sun
Hail to the king

Hail!
Hail!
Hail!
The King..."

Alexis Lace: Ladies and gentlemen, he's a former grand slam champion. FUTURE Hall-of-famer. And he is the current owner of PWX and our SAVIOR: Daaaariiinnn......ZIIIIIIIOOOOON!!!

Chris: Lacey's gotta be loaded with cash by now!!

Ricky: What gives you that idea?

Chris: Zion's STILL having her roll out that self-serving drivel. Every time she does, that's another fifty grand in the lovely lady's bank account...

Ricky: DAMMIT CHRIS!! She gives that intro because every last WORD of it is the truth!! Former Grand-Slam Champ? Check. Future Hall-of-famer? Check. Owner and SAVIOR of PWX? Check, check, and DOUBLE CHECK!!

Chris: Self-obsessed egomaniac? Check.

Ricky: ...I hate you.


Darin Zion bows and smiles as he embraces the crowd booing him. Darin sticks his arms up in the air and pyro goes off. Zion jumps up and down, amping himself up for a moment. He then charges the ring and slides in beneath the bottom rope. He climbs the turnbuckle, where the boos continue to get louder and louder, as outside the ring, all five stare him down. Even Tiami is looking on in hatred, after the words Zion had for her.

Chris: There's no denying this man has a target planted squarely on his back.

Ricky: And ya wanna know what he says to that?...Bring it on.

Darin hops down from the turnbuckle, and glares out across the sold out stadium. He smirks conceitedly to himself, before slipping the sunglasses off and handing them over to Alexis. The ring announcer carries the shades with her as she departs from the ring... and the other five competitors make their way inside it. The referee slides in under the bottom rope, signals for the bell, and the main event of The Initiative is underway!!

TJ Codair, Timothy Hunt, Anton Chase & Matthew Prince IMMEDIATELY set their sights on Zion, and the Establishment leader looks more than a bit uneasy. He begs off a bit...before Tiami stands in front of him, gazing across the ring at the four men staring down her boss. She doubles up her fists, going on the defensive for Darin... he smiles and nods his head... before--

Ricky: Holy SHIT!! What does that JEZEBEL think she's doing?!

Chris: Tiami Tyler just BITCH-SLAPPED Darin Zion!!

Ricky: What the FUCK, seriously?! Doesn't that woman know her place?! That man MADE her who she is today and he can just as easily break her!

Darin holds the palm of his hand against his face, before glancing down at it, and then back up at Tiami. He mouths the words "you just made a big, BIG mistake little girl"...he then yanks Tiami by the hair, and slings her across the ring, watching as she topples to the canvas. He looks back up, and in a SPLIT second, Matthew Prince has leveled him with a BRUTAL lariat.

Chris: Darin had his focus on Tiami and he paid for it with a vicious clothesline from Prince!!

Ricky: That ungrateful wench BETRAYED our glorious leader! She's a damned Benedette Arnold is what she is!!

Chris: ...dont'cha mean 'Benedict'?

Ricky: And when's the last time you heard of a gal named 'Benedict'?

Chris: I dunno, when's the last time you heard a gal named 'Benedette' in this day and age?

Ricky: ...good point.

Prince hooks Zion by the head, before lifting him back to a vertical base. He whips Zion into the ropes, and on the rebound, he lowers down, sending Darin up and over, CRASHING to the canvas with a backbody drop. Prince then eyes Codair, the man he's been at odds with for some time now, the man Codair respects more than anyone in this contest.

Chris: These two men are about to give the fans what they wanted, the EPIC encounter that only these two can provide!!

Ricky: But that pain in Codair's neck, and arm, Anton Chase is sneaking up from behind Prince...he just BLASTED him with a steel chair!!

Codair looks down at his fallen arch-nemesis...then back up at Chase.

Ricky: Oh SHIT!! Codair has a gleam in his eye and a scowl on his face, TJ may not LIKE Prince, but he DAMNED sure respects him!!

Chris: Matthew was the man Codair had every intention of focusing on in this title match, and had his heart SET on tearing down the house with. But Anton Chase just wasted him with a cheap shot from behind!!

Ricky: And ya better believe Codair's gonna make the kid pay for taking away their chance to blow the roof of this place!!

Codair pounces on Chase like a rabid wolverine... Meanwhile, Tiami is still barely moving on the mat, and Timothy Hunt looks to be moving in to meet her as soon as she gathers her bearings. TJ Codair and Anton Chase slug it out, Chase naturally zoning in on the injured left arm of Codair.

Chris: Anton Chase fell short in claiming the Hybrid title from Codair in the main event of Adrenaline. But it appears as if the work he began on that night is paying off here at Initiative!

Ricky: That's what I call strategy! He injured the champ, and now? TJ's nothin' more than a bag of bones ready to be picked at. Anton's done the damage, and it's only a matter of time before Codair drops. New champ here tonight folks, it's academic.

Chris: I said it once, I'll say it again, do NOT count out TJ Codair. This man is a machine in the ring.

Ricky: Yeah, he is, and the funny thing about a machine? You break one gear...ONE gear. And the whole thing falls apart.

Chase grabs TJ by his left arm, before hitting another armbreaker, picking up right where he left off last week. Codair slowly picks himself back up, but Anton strikes TJ down with a wicked implant DDT. He then lays in the boots, as Codair tries to shield himself.

Ricky: What did I tell you?! Only a matter of time folks, only a matter of time. Tick, TOCK!!

Chris: Rick, the match has only just begun, and you know as well as I do that this business has seen its fair share of shocking comebacks. If you're already counting Codair out, claiming a 'new champ', you have a lot to learn. Especially about this man. I gotta feeling that by the end of this match, Chase is gonna regret injuring Codair's arm, just you wait and see...

Meanwhile, Tiami has finally regained her footing, and as she does, Timothy catches her with a boot to the gut. She doubles over, and Hunt plants her with a quick belly-to-belly suplex, sending her crashing into the corner. Tim then stalks toward her, but as he approaches, Darin blindsides him with a lightning fast roundhouse kick!!

Ricky: Our esteemed Establishment SAVIOR has just nailed Timothy Hunt right in the FACE with that knockout blow!

Chris: After laying down a brutal assault on Darin, Prince has been taken out of the equation momentarily. The cameras didn't catch it, but Zion managed to aquire a steel chair and lay him down for the time being.

Ricky: Prince is out beside our announce table, and it looks as if the fire that was burning so brightly minutes ago has already died out!!

Chris: Ricky, just like with Codair, ya gotta give a man time. He may look out of it right now, but in this game, things can change drastically, and in a hurry.

Darin Zion taunts the fallen Hunt, before turning his attention to Tiami. He still holds the steel chair he used to bring down Prince, and he has an evil look in his eyes, and a menacing grin spread across his face.

Chris: Oh dear lord no, he wouldn't...

Ricky: Oh yes he WOULD, and you know DAMNED well she'd deserve it!! She brought all of this down upon herself when she took his words far too personally! He is a businessman, first and foremost, and he simply said what he did in the interest of business!

Chris: He ran her down like she was an animal, you blind sycophant!!

Ricky: He was simply building a credible main event, cuz God KNOWS none of these other 'stars' did the job! He wanted asses in these seats, he wanted people to PAY to see this match, and look around Chris! Is this a sold-out arena? You're damned right it is, and it's because of ONE MAN. Darin. Fucking. Zion.

Chris: Yes. Because there surely isn't an entire roster of talent in this company, each with their own fanbase. Face it, Ricky, a company isn't built on the foundation of one, it's built on the backs of MANY. PWX wouldn't be here if it weren't for men like TJ Codair, Timothy Hunt, Troy Stone, Adam Stryker, John Ojeda, John Pariah, Noah Hanson, Elijah Black, NIGHTHAWK. Men AND women that have poured their blood, their sweat, their tears, their heart and their soul into this company. Broken bones, torn muscle and battered bodies. Darin Zion is one part of a whole. And I think it's about time he realized that.

Ricky: Well, right now? He's 'realizing' that Tiami's battered body is ready for the killshot. He's gonna cap her like Old Yeller, and it's gonna be a MERCY killing. It's gonna be for her own good! LAY DOWN TIAMI!! Do the smart thing for once.

Darin closes in on Tiami, and she clings to the ropes in the corner, trying with all her might to make it to her feet

Ricky: Well, right now? He's 'realizing' that Tiami's battered body is ready for the killshot. He's gonna cap her like Old Yeller, and it's gonna be a MERCY killing. It's gonna be for her own good! LAY DOWN TIAMI!! Do the smart thing for once.

Darin closes in on Tiami, as she clings to the ropes in the corner, trying with all her might to make it to her feet. Darin is inches away from her when--

Chris: OH YEAH!! Now THAT'S a 'killshot' if I ever saw one!!

Ricky: That BITCH!! Tiami Tyler just kicked Darin Zion right in the NUTS!!

Chris: And the bastard falls like the sack ah shit he is!

Ricky: She may have gotten her 'payback', but after tonight she's gonna get a PINK SLIP!! Someone's about tah get 'Future Endeavored'! Say hello to Calibanned for me, 'Princess'!!

Chris: Darin is squirming on the canvas, holding his 'grapefruits', and Tiami is standing tall. She just spit right on the fallen Zion!!

Ricky: Insult to injury! And it's an insult she's gonna PAY for, mark my words!!

Meanwhile, Anton Chase and TJ Codair have taken things to the outside, where Chase slams Codair's face into a propped up table. Chase then whips Codair toward the announce position, where Prince has slowly began to make his way to his feet. Anton makes his way toward Codair, before snapping off a step-up enziguri to the mush. Codair stumbles backward, before falling against the announce desk. Chase sees his opening, and begins pounding a few closed-fists into TJ's skull. He then grabs a ladder, and begins to head for the ring...before turning his eyes back toward Codair.

Chris: Oh no, it looks as if Anton Chase has something in mind for the Hybrid Champion!!

Ricky: I TOLD YOU!! Chase is about to finish Codair, and I'm not just talkin' about a title reign, I'm talkin' about a CAREER!! As in he's gonna be done, finished, KAPUT. Ta ta, farewell, ciao, adios, saiyanara, hasta la bye bye, TALK TAH YA LATER TJ!! Hope ya like retirement, ya SCHMUCK!! We're already in Florida, he can just STAY HERE!!

Chase stands the ladder up, before making his ascension. Rung by rung, he always keeps his eye on Codair below. Anton Chase stands at the top, looking down at Codair, who's still barely concious, draped over the announce table.

Chris: Rick, we better get outta here, this spot's about to become ground zero and we don't wanna get caught in the crossfire!

Chris and Ricky flee the scene, standing beside the timekeeper, as Chase raises a fist to the sky. But wait a minute...

Chris: WAIT A MINUTE!! TJ is stirring, and he's off of the table! He was playing possum the whole time!!

Ricky: The rat bastard, he was faking it!! He's a liar, what kinda champ is he?!

Chris: A FIGHTING one, that's what kind, just as I said! This man knows no quit, no matter the circumstances. He's climbing the ladder, and he's about to leave an impression on Anton Chase that the kid will never forget!!

TJ scales the ladder, and starts to wallop Anton with fist after fist to the head, climbing closer and closer to the top with every punch to the skull. TJ stands before an absolutely horrifie Anton Chase, who TJ grabs by the head, before BASHING him into the top of the steel ladder!! Codair then hooks Chase...

Chris: Oh..my...GOD. He wouldn't, he COULDN'T...

Ricky: That crazy sunnuvaBITCH is gonna drop Chase off the top of that ladder with the Shatterstar!! He does this and he's DEAD, the man's already injured... what kinda PSYCHO would risk his own health just to prove a point?!

Chris: The kind that's been pushed one step too far! Chase tried to take out Codair. Now? It's payback time.

Codair looks out to the fans, and it's clear who they're firmly behind. He grins, ever so slightly. In his eyes, you can just tell... whether he walks away from The Initiative with the strap, he's about to get precisely what he came for here tongiht. Codair slowly drags his thumb across his throat, signaling for the end. Hooking Anton, TJ spins ever so slightly, but enough to bring Anton as well as himself soaring down, through the air, and toward the announce table below...


*CRASH*


Anton Chase lies in the wreckage, Codair as well. But while he looks as if he could have another injury on his hands, the champ can't help but show off a small smile...knowing he just put Chase out of commision.

Chris: The belt might change hands, but DAMMIT if Anton Chase didn't just learn a lesson he won't soon forget!!

Ricky: And that lesson? Don't fuck with TJ Codair. Message sent, loud and clear...

Back in the ring, Tiami stands tall while Timothy and Darin are still gathering themselves on the mat...

Chris: Oh no... oh NO!!

Ricky: YES!! Looks as if that treacherous 'Princess' is about to meet her 'Prince', only unlike Cinderella's 'Prince Charming'? This man ain't gonna put some silly little shoe on her foot, naw. He's gonna break that glass slipper and CUT HER WITH THE SHARDS!!

. He steps up onto the apron, carrying his steel chair now wrapped with the barbed wire he used with Hunt. He rolls right in through the top and middle ropes before DRIVING the chair into the skull of Tiami. The BRUTAL shot sends blood splattering against the canvas!! A 'HO-LY-SHIT' chant echoes around the building, as Prince soaks it in. He smiles a vile smile, shaking his head, before dropping the chair to the mat with a clatter. He then grabs Tiami by the neck, before chucking her over the top rope. He then rolls out of the ring, and grabs a table, sliding it in. Then, he yanks the ladder that Codair just took flight from moments ago.

Prince then slides the ladder in under the bottom rope, following it inside. But as he does, he receives a chairshot to the head, before he's even able to make it to his feet.

Ricky: ZION'S BACK IN THIS THING!! He's standing tall, but the same can't be said for Prince!! Darin's driving those shots into Matt's fat head, and now the head honcho here in PWX has a golden opportunity!! Codair and Chase are out in the remains of our desk, Tiami is a mess on the other side of the ring, Hunt's still down, and now PRINCE is down.

Chris: I hate to say it, but all the man has to do is set up the ladder and the Hybrid title will be his for the taking...

Ricky: Only a matter of time, Chris, ONLY a matter of time.

Chris: But hold onto your horses!! Timothy Hunt is back on his feet, and he is CHARGING for Darin Zion!!

Ricky: GAWD DAMMIT!!

Hunt catches Zion off-guard with the 'Tired Of...', a superkick in return for the roundhouse Darin delievered to Tim earlier in the match. Darin stumbles back a few steps, before falling to a knee. With Zion on one knee, Hunt grabs the Establishment's golden boy by the head, before PLANTING him with a sharp, snap DDT. Hunt then heads for the table Prince brought into the ring, setting it up. He lifts the ladder, and does likewise, setting it beside the table. He then moves back toward Zion and begins to strike him with boot after boot, to make sure he stays in a weakened state.

Seconds later, Hunt pulls Zion to his feet, before grabbing him in a front chancery. He signals for 'The Hunted' before NAILING it. Zion's head hits so hard against the mat that it bounces off with a loud thump, and Darin is left holding his head in agony. Hunt springs to his feet, and motions to the crowd, brimming with intensity, and hyping the audience into a deafening roar. Hunt then gazes down at Zion, showing off a grin, knowing precisely what he's about to do. He lifts Darin to his feet, following in with a series of chops, backing Zion up against the wooden table.

Hunt pulls his hand back, looks out at the fans, and then delievers a HARD knife-edge chop. Zion is sent reeling back, before he topples over, resting upon the table. Hunt smiles broadly, his teeth glistening in the light of a thousand flashing cameras. He then looks up toward the top of the ladder, and begins to rise. Hand over hand, foot over foot, he climbs up the ladder and toward the belt. But it's soon apparent his focus isn't on the belt, it's on leaving a lasting image in the back of Zion's mind... and he does so, as Hunt stands upon the VERY top of the ladder, raising both of his index fingers high above his head... before glaring back down at Zion... and then SAILING from his perch, flying over the top of the ladder, and--


*SMASH*


-- Hunt comes down, hitting the "Controvery's Story" with precision, and OBLITERATING Darin Zion right through the table!! Splinters fly through the air, as Zion lays a beaten and broken mess.

Chris: Hunt just soared from what's gotta be at LEAST fifteen feet in the air, and he drove Zion through that table!

Ricky: DAMMIT!! Zion had this thing, he HAD it!! And now Hunt's stealing it from his grasp!!

Chris: Hunt isn't stealing a thing! If he wins the title tonight, he EARNED it, plain and simple!

Darin Zion is left coughing up blood, as Timothy Hunt slowly, but surely, makes it back to a standing position. He tumbles back a bit, leaning against the ropes. But here comes Prince! The big man clobber Hunt against the ropes, driving vicious forearm shots into the former two time Hybrid Champ. Prince then whips Hunt across the ring, following up with a devestating big boot to the face. With Hunt sprawled out against the canvas, Prince climbs up the turnbuckle, eyeing Hunt to make sure he stays down. Standing atop the turnbuckle, Prince lifts a fist to the heavens, before LEAPING and landing a leg across the throat of Timothy.

Chris: Now Prince is once again firmly in this battle!

Ricky: Well, you kept talkin' about not counting anybody out. Don't you DARE count out Darin Zion!!

Chris: Wouldn't think of it, Rick, and neither should you count out Timothy Hunt. Whoever pulls that title down first will be the undisputed Hybrid Champ. The bout isn't over, it's still anyone's match to win.

Prince then grabs Tim by the hair, before ripping him from the mat. Hunt receives a boot to the gut, and he hunches over. Prince tosses Timothy's head between his legs in a powerbomb position.

Matthew then looks outside the ring...where he finds a table propped up on the outside floor.

Chris: OH MY GOD!! He CAN'T, this could end Timothy Hunt's career right here, right now!!

Ricky: It could?......DO IT PRINCE!! DO IT, DO IT, DO IT!!

Chris: You're a sick, sick man Rick...

Ricky: Thanks, Chris, I try!!

Chris: Oh brother...

Prince pulls Tim up and over so that his back and shoulders are resting against Matt's right shoulder. Prince then moves toward the edge of the ring, holding Hunt in position.....before FLIPPING him over the top rope, sending him careening through the air, driven through the table!

Chris: IMPOSSIBLE BRUTALITY!! He's modified it, and used the move to send Hunt HURTLING through the outside table!!

Matthew then pulls Tim up and over so that his back and shoulders are resting against Matt's right shoulder. Prince then flips Hunt over and down, driving the top of his head and neck directly into the canvas.]

Chris: IMPOSSIBLE BRUTALITY!!

Ricky: And if THAT doesn't take Tim out of the, well, HUNT for the gold, I don't know what will!!

Chris: Smooth one there, Rick. Clever as ever... Prince stands and shoves Hunt out of the ring with his foot, driving him out under the bottom rope. He then turns toward the ladder... and stares up toward the Hybrid Championship of the World.

Ricky: OH NO YOU DON'T!!

Chris: Oh yes he very well might!! He's the last man left standing, and he has the perfect shot right here to climb up the stairway to success!!

Ricky: It's a LADDER, Chris!!

Chris: It's a metaphor, Rick...

Prince makes his way to the ladder, before slowly climbing toward the strap, dangling precariously above the ring. He reaches out his hand, but it's still too far away. He climbs up a bit more, and the title is now mere fingertips from his possession. Prince climbs up one more rung and--

Ricky: YES!! Darin's up, HE'S UP!!! He's climbing the ladder, YOU CAN DO IT BOSS!!

Chris: He's groggy as all get out, but Darin Zion IS making his way up the ladder! Prince is reaching out, he's TOUCHING the gold... Timothy Hunt is clamoring into the ring, but the guy barely has his wits about him. Darin is half-way up the ladder, as Prince is trying to unfasten the belt...

Ricky: Darin's at the top!! That CRETIN Timothy Hunt is staggering around at the bottom, desperately trying to muster up enough energy to do something, anything, but he's too late!! Darin has his hand on the belt... but so does Prince!! They're fighting eachother to pull down the title...

Chris: They've both unhooked the championship?! They're BOTH holding the gold!! Down below, Timothy Hunt has collapsed from the pain racking his body. He did his DAMNDEST to get back into this war, but his body's given out on him...


*THWACK!!!*


Ricky: OH MY GOD!!.....YESSSSS!!!

Chris: Oh my...

Darin Zion cracks Prince in the SKULL with the title belt, sending the monster of a man toppling from the ladder, in a scene reminiscent of King Kong crumblng from the Empire State Building. Prince collides with the canvas, the sound echoing throughout the arena... Darin Zion himself is shocked. But after realizing what's happened, he holds the title belt aloft to the absolute disgust of everyone in the building. Well... ALMOST everyone...

Ricky: YES!! THERE IS A GOD!! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS, DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?!?!?[/