A Show With A Name

1. Matt Kail vs Nikki Song
Handshake between the two old friends before they lock up. Knowing one another as well as they do, having trained together so much and Nikki having even been one of Matt's original trainers, they're familiar with all of each other's tells and tricks. That means the match is extremely fast paced yet also tactical, with them spending huge amounts of it going hold for hold on the canvas, looking for positioning superiority - though a few times it also progresses to speedy striking exchanges using the ropes for momentum. They manage to exhaust all of one another's rope breaks, leading to a sudden death kind of situation. Nikki traps Matt in a cloverleaf, but he's able to climb up the ropes with his hands until he can gets the leverage to pull himself free. A little more grappling, a feint from Nikki, and she twists Matt into a submission - no, counter-feint, he flips over her with a jacknife and holds on for the three count!
Winner via pinfall: Matt Kail

Stevie says something about Matt stealing it, but Nikki congrangulates Matt on a well-spotted opening and clean execution as they shake again.

2. Daughters of Darkness (Cassie Crowe & Serena Raine) vs Snow Queen VN & Takeo Shima
In the opening couple of minutes, Snow and Takeo make it clear that they haven't forgotten about the Daughters' invasion of Wildfire Academy and their beatdown on Roscoe Lake - and what's more, Snow accuses Serena of having probably been behind the attack on Revvy King last time. Serena laughs arrogantly and says yeah, maybe she was. But when Snow brings up Serena's "pathetic" obsession with Mark Chapman, the blue-haired fighter sees red, and the match takes a nasty turn with the Daughters isolating Snow in their corner and punishing her with brutal stomps, illegal chokes and disrespectful slaps. The fans and Takeo are both rallying behind Snow, and the Daughters are mocking them every time they cut off a comeback attempt... but the place EXPLODES when she finally makes the hot tag and Takeo takes both Cassie and Serena down! That allows himself and Snow to take over... until he realises they're being watched from the stage, by none other than Alex Chambers. Takeo yells at him to go backstage, but instead Alex slowly starts walking to the ring. The distraction allows Serena to catch him with the Blood Rain!
Winners via pinfall: Daughters of Darkness

Alex rolls his eyes in disgust at Takeo losing yet again and starts to enter the ring... but he catches Cassie's eyes and grins, making a belt sign around his waist, warning her that's coming for the Chaos Championship. And then they both turn to the stage to see Lyra Keston standing there watching too! But the commentators remind everyone that while Alex and Lyra have both thrown their hats into the title chase, the #1 contender is Isabella Thorn. Alex drops back to the floor and points menacingly at Cassie, then Lyra, and finally Takeo before heading into the audience. Cassie and Lyra watch him go before staring at one another, while Snow checks on Takeo.

3. Roscoe Lake vs Shane Tallin
As the commentators note, this match was supposed to be Heart Boy Hugo taking on Shane, but Roscoe was drafted in to replace him after Hugo suffered an injury in training. Depsite the short notice change, Shane remains confident and in control as things start out. But Roscoe has determination for days and no matter what Shane throws at him, he keeps on fighting back, to the point that the Hall of Famer is visibly impressed. After already kicking out after the Renegade Rush and Rending Reality, he dodges the backstabber into a standing switch and a desperate bridging dragon suplex fo a two point nine! Pain is obviously wrecking Roscoe by now, but he keeps fighting... until a spear and a Second Shattering put him away for good.
Winner via pinfall: Shane Tallin

Shane helps Roscoe back up. Roscoe shows the veteran respect before heading back up the entranceway - where he's suddenly blasted with a superkick! Still wiped out from his match, he crumples, and Serena Raine grabs him in a headlock! She yells into the nearest camera, "YOU CAN'T DUCK ME FOREVER, CHAPMAN! HOW MANY TIMES DO I NEED TO BEAT THIS KID UP BEFORE YOU'LL FACE ME AGAIN?" and gets ready to throw Roscoe off the stage, until security guards arrive and separate her from him.

Watching this unfold on a monitor from backstage are Ryan McGrath and Heart Boy Hugo, the latter with a compression bandage on one wrist. Hugo looks concerned about Roscoe's plight. Ryan does not. Instead, he nudges his buddy and says, "This is what I've been telling you it's like around here. They barely use you, and when they finally put you against a major name, they pull you at the last minute for Mark's new-" -he scoffs- "-golden boy." Hugo starts to disagree, but Ryan shakes his head and hops down from the table they're sitting on and continues, "It's a joke, man." As he walks away, Hugo stares after him, then back at the screen, unsure what to think.

On her way to the ring for the next match, Augusta D'Antagoné once again cuts a promo about how much she's improved RADBOT's performance since we last saw them.

4. Augusta D'Antagoné & RADBOT vs Chloé Becker & Kismet
Unfortunately for her, Kismet immediately knocks RADBOT down with a dropkick, and from there the newcomers pretty much run this for the opening minutes. The scientific scoundrels only get back into it when Augusta sneakily dinks Chloé on the head with some fancy steampunk-looking mystery tool; from that point on it's rather more even. However, even with that equaliser, the Wildfire graduates still win when RADBOT goes up to the second rope for a diving fist drop, only for Kismet to catch him with a Spanish fly!
Winners via pinfall: Chloé Becker & Kismet

5. Lyra Keston vs Zanatos
For a chaos rules match, this really isn't all that chaotic for the first few minutes, as they both wrestle fairly cautiously. Zanatos is the aggressor, putting Lyra into a rare defensive role, but he's still paying attention to her movements and looking to counter her counters. He gets the first really big hit, with a sidewalk slam through a chair followed by a Striking Bullet for a two count. As he picks Lyra up she rakes his eyes; the ref chides her, and she tells him to fuck off. Lyra shifts into the aggressive role, and she has no qualms about using more underhanded tactics, in full view of the referee since she can't get disqualified. Despite her dirty deeds, Zanatos has the experience to come back into it, and eventually he pulls her into the Falling Bridge, on top of a chair - NO! She slams a heel into his crotch! Eye of the Storm into the chair while he's unbalanced, and she takes the pin!
Winner via pinfall: Lyra Keston

As she's walking to the back, Lyra goes up to the camera making a belt sign around her waist, telling Cassie she's coming for her - and the world that that's why she should be a singles competitor.

We cut to backstage, where Brooke Davis is standing with Chaos Champion, Casse Crowe. Crowe has changed from her match earlier, and is standing next to Brooke in a Battlegrounds hoodie, the Chaos title wrapped around her shoulder, and a donut in the other hand. She winks at the camera as Brooke begins.

"I am here with reigning Chaos Champion, Cassie Crowe. Cassie, it has been 135 days since you defeated GEW legend Sah'ta Thor at Winter Bash to claim the Chaos crown, and we are now rapidly approaching Extreme Extravaganza. You've had a few challengers claim they deserve a shot at your title; what are your thoughts on the situation?"

Cassie smiles sweetly, and then takes in a contradictory breath.

"Challengers. Right. Here's the thing Brooke, two of those so called challengers, Alex Chambers and Lyra Keston - they don't really deserve shit."

She looks directly into the camera brandishing pastry aggressively as she speaks to Alex and Lyra directly.

"Alex, you silly, sweet thing, you didn't have anything. What you had was a LOSS to the Daughter of Darkness, right in the middle of the ring. Last I checked, it really doesn't get any more definitive than that. And you can comfort yourself all you want, use any excuse you can about how things went down, but at the end of the day, it's wins that earn title shots, not almost wins. And Lyra, you're sitting in the same leaky boat. You managed to hit a move and made an attempt at a cover, but you didn't win because of that. No, you can actually thank Ryan McGrath for that one. Amd having someone else win you the match? Also does not earn title shots. So the way I see it, the pair of you can sit the fuck down, and get back in line."

She nods in satisfaction and goes back to Brooke.

"What's more interesting for me though, Brooke, is Isabella Thorn. The daughter of the very man I beat to bring this gorgeous little accessory home. I mean, the story practically writes itself. The daughter of the great Sah'ta Thor, rising through the ranks to challenge the last person to beat her dearly departed daddy in a GEW ring, for a title that he was absolutely, problematically obsessed with. It's beautiful, when you think about it."

Cassie stops though, suddenly playing up being very serious.

"I mean, she's going to lose, and it'll be all tragic and sad. But put yourself in my shoes. Imagine the rush of crushing such a touching story!"

At this moment the aforementioned Isabella Thorn steps into view from behind Cassie. As there's still a bit of time before her upcoming Chaos rules tag match, the young woman is dressed in an IYW t-shirt and jeans. In her left hand is a black duffel bag and over her right shoulder gleams the EHWF Hardcore Championship. With a calm expression she walks past Cassie to stand on the other side of Brooke. Once there she motions Brooke to hold the microphone so she can speak.

"You are right Cassie, you were the LAST person to face my father here in the GEW. Yet, it is no secret that I was his last opponent ever. That makes us the last two to have ever faced him in the ring. However, Cassie, you have something I want. No, scratch that, you have something I need and the Booking Committee has given me a guaranteed shot at it."

Crowe, casually almost, grabs Brookes wrist and guides it away from Isabella.

"First off, rude. You'd think for a family who walk around with a stick up their ass, you'd be a little more polite."

She flashes a smile, dripping with bile.

"I'm glad you got the match though. You earned it, after all. But I have to wonder, Isabella, come the time, are you going to be up to the task? It'd be one thing if you were coming for this title-"

She hefts the title on her shoulder, flashing it at the younger woman.

"At the top of your game. But I really don't think that's where you're at, is it? No, you're burning away. How couldn't you be, after what happened in that very last match."

A knowing smile.

"Nah, you're gonna continue burning away, and by the time you get to me, I'll just have to blow the ashes away. It'll be easy."

Isabella gives a slight exasperated smirk before her expression shifts to one of determination.

"Oh Cassie, you think you can get into my head worse than I already have? I wonder if you even know my story? Not that it matters since let's make one thing even if I don't beat you for the GEW Chaos Title when we meet it won't break me. You have seen me in the ring lately so are you really sure you want to underestimate what I can do out there?"

There is a brief pause as Isabella tilts her head thoughtfully to the left before lifting her right hand up to rest on the title over her shoulder.

"I just realized something Cassie, who have you really beaten since winning the Chaos title? How many main events or opening matches have you been in since Winter Bash?"

Cassie simply smiles at Thorn for a moment, and takes a bite of her donut instead.

"Good question, but boring, Isabella. Come on now. 'I won't break', 'hve you seen me', 'who have you beaten'. If I wanted clichés I wouldn't be in wrestling. So let me set this up for you. So you know what to expect. This isn't just about this shiny little belt for me, Bella. It's about hurting people. And people like you are my favorite. So cultured, yet so blind all at the same time. So, when you come for this belt, I'm going to beat you, because it's fun. Because denying you your daddy's precious prize, that you NEED so bad, is fun. And because this title, when all is said and done, will be more associated with the name Crowe than Thor, or Thorn - because that amuses me. Understand?"

As Cassie speaks Issabella's face hardens with her jaw clenching for a few seconds. She forces herself to relax but in her eyes is a hint of something dangerous.

"Oh, I understand completely - but do you?"

The words are spoken in a deep, almost soulless tone before Isabella turns and walks out of view to go prepare for her upcoming match. Cassie smiles, looking pleased, and turns to Brooke as Isabella leaves the frame.

"Ooh - I think it's playtime, Brooke."

She then chuckles, gives Brooke a little wave, and hops off screen.

6. Blaine Knox vs Oliver Creed
Blaine is determined to control the tempo and he peppers Oliver with fast yet measured strikes. This is not Oliver's first rodeo, however, partly because he's got a lot of experience and partly because this isn't a rodeo, it's a wrestling match. Despite having smaller reach than Blaine he's able to pretty much match the rookie blow for blow, and his are even more precisely placed. He's able to get inside his reach and grapple before long, surgically taking Knox down multiple times. Blaine gets heated and tries to ramp things up, but Oliver is able to soak up the pain and change gears to match. Finally he gets Blaine in the Purgatory Lost. Blaine stubbornly refuses to tap out, so Oliver lets him go - only to immediately plant him with Last Rites for the victory.
Winner via pinfall: Oliver Creed

Both men stay out for the next match, to watch it up close, with Blaine still sore - in both body and temperament - and Oliver looking slightly smug.

7. The Bethel (ABEL & DEACON) vs Napoleon Collins III & Zeke Colton Spence
The One True Gospel predictably start off strong, throwing their smaller opponents around with abandon. Zeke and NC3 show masses of heart, though, refusing to be cowed and refusing to lay down. No matter what punishment they take they keep on coming back, blasting ABEL and DEACON with strikes and dives. While Oliver is calmly observing his soldiers' performance, Blaine's slapping the apron and calling encouragement to his fellow Wildfire grads. Napoleon in particular looks like he'd prefer Blaine wasn't there, but he doesn't let it distract him - he can't, not against a team like The Bethel. He and Zeke very nearly manage to score upset wins off rollups not once, not twice, but thrice. However, in the end DEACON catches Napoleon with the Black Maw to get the fall.
Winners via pinfall: The Bethel

Oliver enters the ring and The Bethel assume their signature pose. Blaine and Zeke collect their buddy, and the looks ABEL and DEACON give them make it clear they're quite ready to continue the beatdown, but Creed gives no indication for them to continue, so things seem to be over for now.

8. Kai O'Hara vs Ryan McGrath
Before they get into it, Kai tries to tell Ryan that he needs to stop being a dick, basically, and think about what he's doing. Ryan doesn't have any time for that, though, and he flies at his opponent with a lariat off the bat - but Kai has it scouted and ducks, then grabs Ryan around the waist and hoists him with a German suplex! From there it's a contest of speed vs technique, with Ryan trying to put Kai away with agility and bouts of high-flying (contrasting his approaches in his last two matches) and Kai trying to keep him grounded with his grappling experience. At one point they get into a slugfest, which Kai easily comes out of with the upper hand due to his martial arts background. Even so Ryan almost puts him away after a tornado suplex, but Kai gets a shoulder up just before 3. It looks as though Kai may be in for his first win when he has Ryan tied up in a guillotine choke with nowhere to go, but the youngster manages to get free by 'unintentionally' kneeing Kai in the balls as he tries to manoeuvre out of it. Kai curls up in pain, the referee looks confused after not seeing it, and Ryan capitalises with a flip splash that catches Kai awkwardly as he's still not quite flat on his back and pins.
Winner via pinfall: Ryan McGrath

Ryan celebrates smugly while Kai finally manages to move, still holding his groin as he gets back up to his feet. He stares daggers through Ryan, who blows him a sarcastic kiss and tells him to tell Mark to send someone who will actually challenge him next time.

Cutting to a video package, Oregon Spirit by Rolf Anton Kreuger begins to play and the backdrop looks like a strip mall in a location the viewer will never go to. The camera star wipes to an image of Joey Classic, who seems to be wearing a bright and loud collar shirt you'd see your grandfather wear to BBQs during the 70s. Behind him is a big banner, with "CLASSIC ACADEMY" written in bold font (the check Joey gave to the illustrator bounced, so deal with the Office Depot poster for now). There the masked wonder is, sitting down with a microphone in his hand staring dead into the camera.

"Hello, this is Joey Classic, wrestling superstar, singer, actor, comedian, and author of several memoirs such as, 'Mat Classics: Get Classic or Die Trying,' or 'The New Karma Sutra: Joey Classic's Sexual Position Guide'."

Joey turns, thinking he’s facing the camera, but the camera is on the opposite side. The cameraman behind the lens clears his throat and Joey shifts, now facing the right direction.

"Hey kids, did you ever wonder what it's like to be a wrestler? Of course you do. You see these muscles, you see the '76 Grand Prix I got parked outside, you see the Rolex (it's not.), and you think to yourself 'Goddamn, pal! How do I live that kinda lifestyle?' Well, it's simple. You wanna make it to the big time, you gotta pay your dues, and Classic Academy will gladly help you on your journey to-"

Joey points to the wrong camera... again... and then shifts quickly to point in the right direction.

"To become... the best wrestler in the world."

Star wipe, Joey is now walking amongst his students, guys and gals alike. The students seem to be practicing flat back bumps on the concrete floor.

"You ever see one of those spot monkeys on T.V. before? 'Wrestlers' they like to call themselves. Well, here at Classic Academy we only teach the fundamentals that'll assure your success in the ring! No 450 flipper mcdoodoo swanton bombs from 500 feet up, no siree, clean wholesome wrestling! Back in '56 if I wanted to get a ring rat to gush in her seat, all Joey had to do was slap on that vice grip of a headlock and squeeze in real-time. The gash I got would’ve repopulated a poor country in the Global South! If you wanna be shaft deep in a 35-year-old with two kids and an absentee father who doesn't know their MILF of a wife’s banging a stud, come down to Classic Academy, where I'll show you some cool and clean techniques I once taught to those Albanians during the Kosovo War! Moves such as Clothesline. Headlock. Wristlock, Katahajime, Louisiana Taint Shredder, Bolshevik Tit Twister, Sunset Flip, and many, many more..."

The screen shows the name of other moves, some too fast to even parse through. The camera star wipes to Joey standing inside of the ring with his students dressed in warm-up jumpers waving and smiling.

"So, you think you have what it takes, come on down to Classic Academy. First class is free and if you act now you'll get your very own Classic jumper for only $24.99 (plus shipping)! Well what the hell are you waiting for, pick up the goddamn phone and call now! Alright kids, let’s get back to it!"

Joey leans on the ropes while his students weakly lock-up and grapple around like the amateurs that they are. The screen shows the name of the school, "Classic Academy" and then fades away like an old VHS recording coming to an end.

9. Isabella Thorn & Ivan Grant vs Ligaya Fontaine & Phreak
Izzy and Ivan are noticeably less on the same page than usual. Isabella in particular is overly aggressive and overextending herself somewhat, and Ivan's getting kind of annoyed with her. Not that he's wrestling a perfect match either - he's having hesitant moments, failing to capitalise on openings properly. But that's nothing on the trouble Phreak and Ligaya are having. Even with Serenity out there with them to help coordinate them, even going so far as to get into the ring, taking advantage of the chaos ruleset, they just can't get on the same page. They spend more time arguing than working together. By the time Isabella locks Ligaya in the Oni Drop, Phreak barely looks like he wants to break it up... not that it matters, as Ivan intercepts him first anyway.
Winners via submission: Isabella Thorn & Ivan Grant

Backstage, Roscoe Lake is sitting in the middle of a corridor, his back to the wall and his eyes closed. He's clearly still feeling the effects of the punishment he's been through tonight as he pulls his legs up to a bent position to avoid tripping up anyone who may be walking past. The someone who happens to walk past - or rather to - him, is Mark Chapman. There's a camera there to catch their conversation, obviously.

Roscoe opens his eyes as he hears the quiet, "hey."

"Hey," the youngster says with a small smile as Mark takes a seat on the floor next to him.

"I'm sorry you keep getting dragged into this stuff," Mark says.

Roscoe just shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's fine. It's not your fault she's a psychopath."

There's a short pause before they both laugh. "I know, but you shouldn't have to keep taking the beatings because she's not getting her own way."

Roscoe shrugs again. "Rather me than someone else that doesn't deserve it," he says, then turns to look at Mark. "Do you think she's the one who attacked Revvy?"

Mark sighs and shifts his gaze to the floor. "I dunno," he admits. "I still think Ryan had something to do with it because he thinks I'm banging her and-"

"Are you?" Roscoe blurts out, interrupting him and Mark laughs.

"No, don't be stupid. We're just friends." He shrugs. "She's a little bit obsessed, I guess... in a different way to how Serena is obsessed."

There's a laugh off screen, and a second later, Serena Raine enters the frame. She's smirking, and staring directly at Chapman, "Of course you'd think that. But let's set that straight. I'm not obsessed with you like all your little fan girls, Mark. I'm obsessed with being the best." She glances at Roscoe for a second, her expression twisted like she was looking at scum, "Not that I'd expect anyone here to understand that."

Roscoe goes to stand up, a glimmer of fear in his eyes after seeing Serena. Mark places a hand on his shoulder, keeping him where he is and says, "Relax, she's not gonna touch you," before standing up himself and taking a step toward Serena. "The best? You think you're the best by going around attacking kids when they've just been through a tough match?" He shakes his head. "You're not even close to being the best, Serena. You're nothing but a bully, still acting out over the fact that I beat you months ago."

"If that's the case, why haven't you accepted the challenge? If you're sure I'm nothing but a bully, you should be putting me in my place, no?" She glances past Mark to Roscoe, "If not for yourself, maybe for your students." She steps up to Mark, clearing the gap between them, "But you're not going to do that, because you're a coward. One who won't even defend his students after they've been beaten down. You need to take some responsibility for the situation. Or you can just hop back on a tour bus and hide some more."

"Like I told you, you don't always get what you want," Mark says, standing his ground but speaking quite calmly. "I'm not here to bend to your demands. Throwing tantrums and taking it out on people who've done nothing to you isn't gonna get you anything. You'll quite happily attack my students when they're unprepared, claiming it's me that you want... yet I'm standing right here and you ain't doing shit."

Behind Mark, Roscoe is now up to his feet, watching the situation carefully. Serena's head tilts to one side, and her eyes narrow, "I'd be very careful what you wish for, Mark. Because that sounded to me like you were asking to have your ass kicked." At her side, her hand forms in to a fist, and she steps just a little bit closer, glaring up at him.

Mark grins as he takes a step back and then, rather uncharacteristically of him, spits in Serena's face. "What are you gonna do?"

There's no response here, but something like a low growl before Raine drops her step and drives forward at Mark, looking for a double leg takedown. The pair thud heavily against the ground, and chaos takes over from there. Chapman and Raine scramble for control momentarily, Roscoe attempting to pull the two apart with little success.

It's then that Shane Tallin comes quickly on screen, his arm finding space between the two to wrap an arm around Serena's midsection before ripping her from the fray.

He releases her, and keeps himself between them, "Enough! Back it up, this is not the time or place."

Raine tries to move around him, but Tallin simply shakes his head before Serena scowls and begins to head off screen, "Lucked out again, Chapman!"

Tallin then turns back to Roscoe and Mark. Roscoe looks at Shane and gives a sheepish "thanks" while Mark watches Serena go, dusting himself down before directing his attention to Tallin.

"Tell her she'll get her time and place soon."

Tallin nods an acknowledgement to Mark, and glances at Roscoe, "Good effort tonight, kid. Impressive stuff." He holds a fist out, but his eyes go blank, and he seems to just stare at Roscoe quietly. He shakes his head after a couple seconds, and takes in a breath, "Long fuckin' day..." He then nods at the other two, and walks off screen. Mark and Roscoe share a glance between them but nothing else is said as the camera fades.

10. Anson Orlandelli vs Kameron Chase
No Russ Lehman with Anson here, to the surprise of many including Crell, but Anson looks confident. So does Kam, though, and the feeling out minutes see a lot of smirking and pointing and the like from both men whenever they hit a stalemate. Anson's... actually fighting this one relatively clean, only using cheap shots a few times, though of course when he does, it opens the door for Kameron to do likewise. He ain't above paying someone back for a fishhook or rake. Deeper into the match, Kam kicks out of a lot of Anson's biggest hits including the Diamond Pickaxe, the Drilling Conclusion, and even the R.F.G., leading to the tag specialist to get frustrated. But he gets his own turn to frustrate Kameron later in the match when he manages to power free after the Mental Maelstrom! It's a stunning moment for everyone, including Kam, who's thrown off his game somewhat, and Anson capitalises a minute later with a small package for a painfully near fall. But being driven onto his head like that has definitely taken something out of him, and he starts falling behind more and more as the minutes keep ticking up. It seems like Anson is headed for a loss... which proves accurate when Kameron catches him with the Kamokaze. Anson stubbornly tries to avoid tapping out for as long as he can, but eventually he has no choice.
Winner via submission: Kameron Chase

There's a bit of dead air before the main event. The crowd is standing, waiting for the show to continue. Suddenly the lights turn off and the crowd stirs in anticipation. "Pray" by Crows plays around the arena, some people not sure what's happening. Suddenly, through the frantic imagery in the entrance video, the words appear, "JIMMY PAGE" and the crowd let out a roar! Jimmy Page, in his familiar controlled stagger, comes out from the back arms extended from his sides and his head down.

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

Jimmy raises his head, chewing on a piece of gum. He gives a quiet smirk and he swaggers down to the ring. Page stops at the bottom of the ramp, and looks around at the crowd. His eyes flutter, and feeling a bit emotional at the warm ovation, he walks off to the right and graciously begins to slap the hands of the fans who extend them out in gratitude. He finally takes a running start, slides on the apron, and then just stands tall. He looks at the crowd again, trying to shake that feeling in his body, and then he climbs on the top turnbuckle to his left. Clawing a hand through his messy hair, he glances around. He leaps down, and asks for a chair and a microphone. Page places the chair in the middle of the ring. He slowly sits down, and his music begins to die down. Sitting there, he looks around with a smirk, as the crowd continues to cheer.

"WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!"

Page leans forward, a hand rests over his mouth, and he looks down trying to go through his thoughts; He holds the microphone close to his chest, wanting to say the right thing to convey how he feels in this exact moment.

"I..."

Page stops as the fans continue, he looks at them all, taking in this extraordinary reunion... finally he speaks.

"I need that."

Page clears his throat, his eyes misty, as the fans give him a round of applause.

"God it has been a long time, hasn't it?!"

The crowd cheers in agreement.

"I haven't been in a wrestling ring in a century. I once thought I was indestructible. No matter the abuse, no matter the pain I suffered, I always felt like at the end of the day, I'd come back out here through those curtains no matter what! I'm just like that, maybe it's the Flint in me, but no matter what life threw at me - from the time I was a kid to now - I'd get back up and I'd still be... me!!

Page pauses, the crowd cheering at his statement.

"But a few years back, back in FGA, my home away from home, something changed. See the injuries started to pile up. I went to specialists and doctors about my neck and, um, see I don't know if I talked about this or not or..."

Page leans forward again, searching for his explanation. His eyes rise to look up at the camera, feeling brave enough to discuss this topic.

"The reason why I had been gone for so long was because I had broken my neck. It was hard, because my motor skills were off, my arms felt numb, it was even hard to shower let alone use the bathroom. But I got it fixed, it just..."

The crowd claps and cheers at least the good news.

"Um, they had to fuse my C4 and C5 and now I've got rods and screws in here. The doctors told me that my neck, or rather my cervical spine, had taken a lot of damage. Some of them thought my neck and spine would begin to deteriorate, and they said that in a few year's time, I might lose the feeling in my arms and legs altogether, and it was scary to think about. And because of that... I would have to retire and uh, that was a tough pill to swallow. Here I am, big tough, I'm the King of the F'N World, y'know, and here I am bawling, because I... um, I knew... I wouldn't ever get to see you all again."

"WE LOVE YOU JIMMY!" someone in the faceless crowd exclaims and Jimmy fights back his tears and rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish grin as the fans continue to support him.

"I felt helpless, lost, I thought about turning back to drinking. But through whatever divine presence, I went through rehab, I worked my ass off and here I am! I didn't know how to face you all, so I called an acquaintance, Laurel Anne Hardy... and I asked for a favor, just one, and that was give me a chance. Give me a chance... to come out here... and let them know I'm ok! Give me the chance to let them know that Jimmy Page is ALIVE! And all it took was a signature here and an initial there... and Jimmy Page SIGNED... WITH GEW!!!!"

The crowd erupts in cheers, Page looks dead in the camera.

"I decided that if I go, I'm going on my own terms! Doesn't matter if I've got screws in my neck, or if my arms fall off, or even if I never walk again, I'M NOT GOING WITHOUT A FIGHT! And let me tell you I got a lot of fight left in me!"

Page raises from his chair in defiance of the fate he was chained to. He paces from left to right now glaring straight ahead.

"Some people might call it a midlife crisis, but I call it a celebration of a long life lived! I'm alive, and I will not DIE because you can't kill JIMMY FUCKIN' PAGE!!!!"

The gleam in Page’s eye is that familiar gleam he’s had since his time in FGA. This was Jimmy’s killer instinct manifested.

"I didn't come back from my injury just to sit back and watch a locker room full of men and women live this life and get comfortable! GEW might have the rep of being a place of violence, brutality, and house some of the best wrestlers in the world, but guess what... I'm here to test that threshold! I'm here to see what the hype is about, and believe me if Laurel hasn't told them about me, the fuckin' locker room is in for a treat! I'm a walking embodiment of a battlefield, I am a living example of battle scars, '’M A GODDAMN PROBLEM YOU BETTER HOPE YOU NEVER HAVE!!!! So I throw down the gauntlet, no matter who, no matter what. you wanna know what sits at the top of the mountain that's Jimmy Page, take the climb! If I'm going out, I'm going out with a bang, so... make it worth my while!"

Page tosses the microphone and stares ahead as his music plays. He walks around the ring to glance at the people one last time and mouths a word of thanks to them all. The scene fades with Page continuing to thank the fans for welcoming back to the one place he felt whole: Wrestling.

11. Lance Murphy vs Shaun Irvine
It's not like MC Inc and Shooter Load ever liked one another in the first place, but Shooter Load injuring Tony Harrison on the last show has made MC Inc more furious than ever. On the outside Casey Black attacks Phil Hunter pretty much right away, and the two of them have a massive brawl all over the venue, that sees them fight into the bleachers, all the way to the concession stand, and then up onto the stage. But back in the ring, despite all his rage Lance still keeps Shaun in the cage. He's taking great care to keep himself in check and not get disqualified, so that he can prolong his vengeance. When Shaun realises this he starts antagonising Lance to really let loose in the hopes of Lance DQing himself, and Murphy is obviously really tempted, especially when Irvine starts using cheap shots, up to and including a low blow. But Lance's determination, both physically to continue beating Shaun up and mentally to send a message of dominance, is too strong. After weathering Shaun's vicious attacks he ends this when he chooses to, finally putting Irvine away with The Ultimate Zing.
Winner via pinfall: Lance Murphy

But after the bell, the gloves are off. Lance throws Shaun to the outside and slams him into the ringpost as the opening salvo of a violent beatdown. Another low blow saves Shaun, though, and he smashes Lance in the head with a camera! They too now fight into the audience. Soon thereafter, they're joined once again by Phil and Casey, leading to a massive, violent brawl which security are still vainly attempting to break up as the broadcast ends.