And center stage, Shawn Christopher sits in a chair. His torso is bandaged haphazardly -- more the work of a butcher than a doctor. He's holding a piece of paper in front of him, focusing on it instead of the camera.

Ken: What is going on here?

In front of the backdrop, SC clears his throat and keeps his eyes on the paper.

SC: Dear PWE . . . Ever since signing on to this federation, I have been met only with hostility and treated like some wayward vagrant by wrestlers and management alike. The Universal Title shot I deserve has been given to hasbeens and midcarders from that other federation. Staunch anti-smoking policies have robbed me of comfort.

Chris: He has a point.

Ken: Well, first, he's reading this, but even so, this is ridiculous.

SC: I will continue to remain a PWE Superstar, even though I have not been treated as fairly as I deserve. Especially now that I have the Gateway title in my possession. My ticket to gaining everything I rightfully deserve.

The boos from the crowd can be heard.

SC: Citizen Truth here, will ensure my fair treatment and protection within PWE shows. We will now be referred to as the League of Awesomeness. Other wrestlers who feel they've gotten an unfair shake can feel free to seek haven with us as fellow representatives. For we are the pure, and PWE shall be ours.

Ken: I can't believe what I'm hearing.

Chris: I know. In my book, the League of Awesomeness is already the greatest faction ever!

Ken: You're almost as ridiculous as they are.

SC: Believe me, PWE. I did not want things to have to go down like this. But you brought this upon yourselves! Our forces will grow. We'll come after your belts and your superstars until you recognize us as a serious force and give us the respect due to us. For those of you who see me as a struggling hasbeen who happened upon a lucky victory to get here, prepare to be proven wrong. What you misunderstand as folly is an incomprehensible genius. You can either recognize it or stay aloof and get trampled under my ascent -- and the ascent of those I represent. Make no mistake. Like Emperor Norton, I will be king. Most of you will go down with your ships, but for the rest . . . it's never too late to bow.

The feed cuts there, with Shawn looking at the screen's lack of words, then at CT, shrugging.

Ken: I have no idea what that was all about, but Shawn Christopher sure is taking it seriously.

Chris: That's because you don't understand his genius like I do.

Ken: Is that so? Maybe you can enlighten the rest of us.

Chris: I really think it's more rewarding if you figure it out yourself.

Ken: Yeah. Thought so.

HAWAIIAN HARDHEAD

And on that, “Different Girls” by Nu Jersey Devil ft. Lil Wayne hits on the PA, and the crowd is eager as hell to see the superstar ready to come out. Just when they think it’s a joke, a voice rings on the mic.

HHH: I’m up here!

The crowd and cameras immediately look up into the rafters, to find their favorite dumb-ass looming over them.

HHH: I’m sure you all are wondering why Hawaiian Hardhead is all the way up here.

The crowd reacts with a simple cheer.

HHH: Come on Chi-Town let me here you shout!

The crowd reacts with an even louder cheer, directed at the dude in the air.

HHH: My answer is simple and yet complicated. I’m up here because I want to get in touch with myself, alone.

A wave of confusion goes across the crowd.

HHH: At Summer Slaughter, I fought long and hard for the Universal Title, but I wasn’t able to clinch the victory. The loss had me thinking what I can do to actually win the title, and then I thought about myself. I needed to kill my alter ego, and that’s what I have done.

A simple cheer goes from the crowd’s mouths.

HHH: It’s all a little bit confusing, but unfortunately, Jack Deathshot is no more. To say the least, Hawaiian Hardhead is here to stay, and needless to say, I want another shot!

The crowd goes crazy for such a demand.

HHH: Tommy you and I were once partners, then we were enemies, and now, I want you one more time, in that square ring, for that title. I don’t care what match, I don’t care who else is involved, I just want a rematch. In a few short months, I've only touched the very edge of what I'm capable of. Coming out here, competing in front of all of you, it pushes me harder than you could imagine. I feel like there's no limit to what I'm capable of doing out there, and I plan on turning each and every one of you into a believer. Don't doubt me Tommy, cause if you do.. then that Universal title will be mine!

With that, Different Girls comes back over the system as HHH makes his exit.

Ken: A man who wants another shot, telling everyone he has No Fear.

Chris: Gaaaaaaaaaaay. Next?!

Ken: Nope.

Chris: Nothing you can think? No sage advice that you ignored?

Ken: Is there something you’d like me to say, Richard?

Chris: I TOLD YOU SO! NYAH! TOMOKO WON! SC WON! DEREK WON! DIA WON!

Ken: You’re still awash in joy from SummerSlaughter, I see.

Chris: I mean, seriously, the money I made off of betting for my guys is not pocket change, my friend.

That’s important and all, but "Better Now" by Collective Soul interjects, as the crowd gives a solidly positive reaction to the appearance of Chris Stevens.

Colin Peterson: Coming first to the ring… weighing in at two hundred forty-five pounds… he is CHRIS STEVENS!

Chris: This guy needs a nickname. I feel dirty when I say his name.

Ken: Stevens was pretty close to pulling an upset at SummerSlaughter. Bobby Strange eventually took the win, but Stevens definitely has a future in the Vicious division.

Chris: Don’t give me your generic "this guy has a bright future" speech, Stevenson. I’m not drunk enough for that. Not yet, at least.

Stevens readies himself for the match, simultaneously saluting the fans.

"Prince's Of The Universe" screeches over the loudspeaker, a sound that hasn’t been heard in PWE for a long time. And like that, the man…no, creature, that is known as Dylan Cage emerges from the back, throwing his arms up as he rediscovers the adrenaline rush of walking out from behind the curtain.

Chris: Now this is a badass.

Colin Peterson: And his competitor…weighing in at two hundred and nineteen pounds….from Eternia, Florida… the Drama King, DYLAN CAGE!

As Cage slides into the ring, he smirks at Stevens, who cocks an eyebrow towards the famous singles wrestler. Max Newell, not interested in standing between these two bad dudes anymore, moves out of the way and calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

The two men lock up in the middle of the ring, and Stevens takes the early advantage, putting an elbow in Cage’s gut. With a momentary opening, Stevens seizes Cage by the head and puts him on the mat with a Russian leg sweep. Pulling the Drama King up, Stevens offers several right hands, the last of which Cage is able to duck and he pulls Stevens to the mat with an arm trap neckbreaker, easily converted into a pinfall attempt.

One…

Two…

NO!

Chris: Coulda really saved us some precious time there, Cage.

Ken: Hot start to the match, despite what my crude colleague has to say about it.

Both men reach their feet again. Cage tries a double axe handle, but Stevens sidesteps the move, sneaks in behind Cage and puts the big man on the mat with a full nelson slam that shakes the ring.

Ken: Might be some ring rust for Cage, while Stevens’ been competing against the best of the best for over a month now.

Chris: "Competing against" being a euphemism for "losing to."

Ken: Considering there’s no one in the history of the company who’s gone undefeated in their career, I’d say he’s doing fine.

Stevens stomps twice on Cage. He waits for the dramatic royalty (see what I just did there?) to rise, at which point a rolling neckbreaker takes Cage down again.

Chris: I can’t believe we have to go to frickin’ Baaaaaaaahston for Cyberslam this year. Why couldn’t we go somewhere awesome? Ya know, like Rio or Vegas?

Ken: You think that holding Cyberslam in Rio de Janeiro, one of the most violent and unstable cities in the world, would be a good idea with the cast of characters on our roster?

Chris: You don’t understand how traveling works for Americans, Ken. We just pay the local police with our magical American dollars and all problems go away.

As Cage stands, Stevens whips him to the opposite ropes, catching him on the comeback with a running powerslam that he turns into a pinning combination.

One…

Two….

NO!

Stevens pulls Cage back up, but the Drama King fights him off with a set of backhand chops that invoke a familiar crowd reaction.

WHOO!
WHOO!
WHOO!
WHOO!

No fifth "whoo," though, as Stevens charges forward and knocks down the ex-ICE member with a fearsome shoulder block, this marking the first time a shoulder block has ever been fearsome. Go figure. Cage is slower to his feet this time, and Stevens takes advantage, putting a boot into the side of Cage’s head. That, of course, will stop a man’s attempt to reach his feet.

One…

Two…

ThreeNO!

Ken: Still not enough to keep Cage down!

Pulling himself up by the ring ropes, Cage’s ready for the next attack from Stevens, an attempted short-arm clothesline. Cage ducks and puts a knee into Stevens’ midsection, trying to grab the big man around the chest.

Ken: Cage going for his Ichigeki Hissatsu ’09!

Chris: You have an impeccable Japanese accent.

Ken: Thank yCOUNTER!

Stevens spreads his arms, breaking out of the hold by Cage, and lifting his fellow big man before spiking him into the mat with a high-angle spinebuster that really shakes the ring.

Chris: Big tree. Fall hard.

Ken: Reusing Wedding Crashers jokes?

Chris: Honestly, Christian just wants to go watch Fringe episodes and one of the people in this match didn’t RP, so, ya know, you’ll live.

Stevens circles Cage as the former ICE stalwart tries to shake the cobwebs. But that’s the thing about cobwebs: they’re sticky and filled with spiders, which makes them, I dunno, doubly icky. And stuck in that world of doubled ickiness, Cage can’t avoid a spinning elbow from Stevens, which is followed by an impressive roundhouse kick to the face. Stevens dives onto his opponent, going for a pinfall.

One…

Two…

Ken: Can he do it?!

…

Three!

Ken: Yes! Stevens with the upset!

Chris: Pfft. He’s won the battle, but when he wakes up with two tiny holes in his neck and a growing need to chow down on some O-positive, he’ll see who won the war.

As "Better Now" by Collective Soul blares over the speaker system. Max Newell raises the big man’s arm as he looks down at Cage. For Stevens, the win puts his Vicious prospects looking good.

Ken: A promising start to the night, especially for Chris Stevens!

Chris: Can’t we have a Chris Jacobs segment now? I’ve behaved so well.

Chris: Well, you know how hotly anticipated this is. I mean, they're the Kings.

The lights go out in the United Center in Chicago, as all eyes turn to the entrance. After all, when the lights go out in a wrestling show, it's obvious that something is going to happen. It's science. You can't fight it.

"And during these few moments that we have left... I want to talk right down to Earth, in a language that everybody here can easily understand."

"Cult of Personality" by Living Colour hits, and out comes the Kings of New England. Both men, dressed for in-ring action, are wearing matching white and blue tights. Behind them is Michelle O'Reily, wearing an elegant-looking blue gown that matches what Elijah Josten and Connor O'Reily themselves are wearing. It should be noted that both men are also wearing their Patriots jerseys, with Connor rocking the Tom Brady jersey and Elijah rocking the Randy Moss jersey. This act alone nets them massive boos in Chicago. The spotlight shines down on the three individuals, as Colin Peterson begins his announcement.

Colin Peterson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is sch--

Elijah Josten: (interrupting) Shut up, Peterson.

The sound comes from a microphone held in the right hand of Elijah Josten. The music cuts short, as the fans are already dropping some massive boos on Elijah Josten and Connor O'Reily. Part of the reason, though, might be the fact that they are proud New Englanders in enemy territory. Elijah can only smugly smirk at the thousands of angry fans in attendance, who might be wanting to see the Kings get their faces ripped off by whoever they're going to face tonight.

Elijah Josten: Well, I knew we would enter this vile city at some point. PWE just can't stay away from loser cities with loser people in it.

Boos, of course. What, you think they'd cheer for something like that?

Elijah Josten: I mean, Chicago has nothing really going for it to begin with. First of all, your Professional basketball team hasn't even smelled the whiff of a championship since you ran his Greatness out of town. Then, your PROFESSIONAL basketball teambeloved Cubs is so weak that even just me and Connor, alone, could take them all on.

More boos, as Elijah continues to go off on Chicago.

Elijah Josten: And don't get me started on your fucking Bears. When you're not busy being the Packers' bitch, you're the bitch to the rest of the NFC. You think Jay Cutler is really gonna help you? Maybe if this was a beer pong league, then youd have a great team. Any time you face us, you will die and you will die horribly. You'll never get as lucky ever again, so enjoy your single fucking Icky shuffle title while we rock our four titles with many more to come.

You better believe that Elijah is getting booed out of the building right now. Michelle gives him a disapproving look, but then Elijah hands the microphone over to her brother, Connor.

Connor O'Reily: Anyway. We were scheduled to come out here and have a match. I don't know who it was supposed to be against. Maybe it was some of those Enemigos. Maybe #1 and #8. ....Okay, seriously, are these guys in any way related to the Villanos?

Connor turned to Elijah, who gave his opinion a bit.

Connor O'Reily: Oh. So they're just a bunch of guys from Chicago who speak Spanish and are so useless that they can only be called numbers?

Elijah nods.

Connor O'Reily: Well, anyway. Fuuuuuuck that shit. You think we came here to make our debut against some fucking Chicago Mexicans? Regular Mexicans are bad enough, but Chicago Mexicans are the WORST. On top of that, we're not even in the main event for our debut? COME ON. We're the Kings of New England, not some loser, lowborne tag team like... well, every other tag team in this division. Finally, we're to have our debut in this goddamn pigsty you fuckers call Chicago?

Connor pauses, absorbing the heavy boos that he and Elijah are now taking from the crowd. He looks to Elijah.

Connor O'Reily: Say, Elijah. What's that thing you usually say when you don't want to be bothered doing something?

Connor holds out the microphone. Elijah looks up at the ceiling, his hands on his hips, before he leans towards the microphone.

Elijah Josten: I'm too pretty for this shit.

Connor O'Reily: Yeah. Except in this case, it's "we're".

Elijah Josten: Verily.

Connor O'Reily: See, we're not gonna give you the benefit of the doubt and let you witness our majesty in the ring. We're going to turn... right the fuck around... go back to the back, and call it a fucking day.

Elijah only nods, while Michelle O'Reily looks at her brother as if he is fucking insane.

Finally, Connor tosses down the microphone. "Cult of Personality" cues up again, and both Elijah and Connor simply turn around and leave. Michelle is left alone for a brief moment before she, too, leaves.

Ken: Come on! This isn't right!

Chris: Sure it is. They have the right to refuse matches.

Ken: Since WHEN?

Chris: Since... always?

Ken: (sighs) Well, I guess the scheduled debut of the Kings of New England is not tonight... let's just move on.

Chris: Like parachute pants, the tag team is making a serious comeback.

A poignantly loud static sound resonates through the United Center. Everybody covers their ears and annoyingly looks to the source, PWE's state of the art sound system. Several technicians are scattering about, attempting to locate the specific malfunction and return Solitary to normal standards.

Ken: AUGH! I CAN'T HEAR MYSELF THINK!

Chris: WHAT?

The static continues, but the visual on the Evo*View presents something different. A few fans in the upper south section are watching a cameraman pump his legs through the wrestler corridors. Most other fans are trying to prevent from going deaf, while this cameraman rounds the corner and comes upon a lone individual blocking the path. In his right hand, he holds a remote control and is pushing down hard on a particular button. A few windows shatter in the process and select fans drop to the ground in agony.

Finally, once the antagonist notices that he's been caught, he releases his hold on the button and turns to fully face the camera, propping his Armani covered legs against the parallel wall. The Man in Black spins a microphone in his fingers, using his thumb as a guide while waiting.

Once the crowd is able to recover, they give him the proper greeting.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ken (OSV): Oh great, what does this malignant bastard want?

Chris (OSV): He can say and do whatever he wants. You going to argue with him?

After waiting another moment, Jacobs turns to the camera and holds the microphone up to his mouth.

Chris Jacobs: Got your attention yet?

If there was a button on the soundboard that had crickets chirping, the technicians would play said noise just to tell CJ how funny that joke was.

CJ: You see, I know exactly what the fans of wrestling want out of me. I know what the city of Chicago wants out of me. You want me to come down by myself and step into the ring to face each and every one of you like the defendant at a murder trial like I've done something wrong. You want me to stand stalwart and proud, unsuspecting of your ulterior motive. Like cons who see the freshest and sexiest piece of meat step out into the yard, you'll close my avenues of escape. Sweat will pour from my head. My fingers will twitch. My breath will shorten. Then like the carnivores you are, you'll attack and maul me. I won't go into the graphic details because nobody should have to endure endless and agonizing torture on public television while the ones they love watch helplessly-

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Chris: Zing. Scoreboard.

CJ: But that is what all of you want. That is what you think I deserve. Am I right?

Nobody responds at the first juncture, causing Jacobs to stand up and dust himself off.

CJ: You want me to step through the curtain, chest puffed out, begging anybody and everybody to get a piece? I'll even keep Derek in the back.

A few rambunctious fans scream "YEAH!"

CJ: DO YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME CHICAGO?

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

CJ: DO YOU WANT TO SEE MY BLOOD SCATTERED ALL OVER YOUR CITY?

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Jacobs continues his walk toward the gorilla position, the cameraman rushing to keep up with his frantic pace.

CJ: YOU CAN BREAK MY BONES! SPIT IN MY FACE! KICK ME IN THE BALLS! LET EVERY SINGLE OUNCE OF YOUR RAGE OUT ON ME! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

Jacobs comes to an abrupt halt. The cameraman almost trips over himself stopping on the same dime.

CJ: Well guess what Chicago, that ain't gonna happen. This is the REAL world and I'm not going to walk out there to fulfill some sick karmic wish you decrepit psychos have and make everything right in the universe.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

CJ: Even if I did walk out there and throw myself at your anger, none of it is going to make anything right. I may have lost at SummerSlaughter, but it wont change the fact that I've dominated Randolph ever since I stepped foot in PWE. This isn't a fairytale. Even if you took out my legs again, Randolph would still be a loser. He still wouldn't be able to be the best. You can't sprinkle some magic dust on him or let Tomoko super kick some talent back into him. See, wrestling fans like yourselves are always accustomed to seeing good triumph over evil. It's something that logically makes sense in the world and so every single time it happens in our industry, you expect the rules to carry over. Well, I'm going to be the one to burst your bubble and make you realize reality. The two biggest talents and biggest draws on this roster are the two biggest assholes in the company. Hanahara is the Champion and she taunts you with her superiority while I make you feel like complete shit for supporting the people that you do. You think I'm kidding? Look at the records. Look at the trail behind us and see where the truth lies.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

CJ: And look at the words that have come out of my mouth. Were any of them false? Did I not say that I would make the lives of those who loved and cherished his company miserable?

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Jacobs revels in the smite, chuckling as he opens up the back entrance to the wrestling corridors. He starts a power walk down the hall, banging on each door as he passes by.

CJ: Now, many of you are wondering where does Chris Jacobs go from here? Well, frankly that is something I'm pretty curious to know myself. I've heard all the nasty words and comments through the media that a lot of superstars have said about me and my brother, so I'm going to see what they really have to say about it when the pressure is put on them. If they are really such a bunch of badasses, when I knock on their door right now they will come out and get in my face. They will threaten to do me bodily harm and put me out of commission.

CJ knocks on one door. Another door. A third one. Fourth. Fifth. Sixth. Nothing. He rounds the corner and continues the process.

Chris Jacobs: Hey Tanabashi, we've got a little history so why don't you open the door. Taylor also seems pretty glum about the whole situation...Oh wait, he can't even beat Derek, and I'm tired of carrying him.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The knocking continues. Jacobs rounds the last corner sectioned for wrestlers.

CJ: Who knows, maybe another of my fellow douchebags will open the door and accept the invitation I'm throwing out. If you choose to step up, I'm going to make your life miserable. There won't be anything to protect you from what my mind conjures up. You will be a helpless victim to my onslaught. Who is gonna accept the call? Hanahara? Truth? Shawn? I'm just eager to find out.

Jacobs pounds on the last door and hears the creak, stopping his feet to turn around and acknowledge the person who was either brave or discontent enough to come out into the limelight and challenge him.

When the Man in Black gets a good look at his new adversary's face, he's perplexed to say the least.

The very short, almost bald haircut.

Lean physical body capable of leaping over the top rope without assistance.

Glasses of a perplexing variety that would make some moviegoers scratch their head.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

"E'cuse you."

Tsukino Meiou nudges the cameraman aside and steps up to The Man in Black. He calmly reaches up to his face and removes the sunglasses, staring a hole into the black soul of CJ.

Meiou: So...I hear you're lookin for someone who's not afraid to get in the ring with Dashboard Confessional's PWE Represenative? Well, ya don't gotta look any further, 'cuz I'm here.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

With his mouth slightly agape and eyes darting back and forth, Jacobs ponders for a moment. Is this a mirage or is Tsukino Meiou actually calling him out?

The Dark King provides the answers.

Tsukino Meiou: See, I'm fine with guys beating one another for the sake of competitiveness and for this great business which has given all of us a job. We're all competitors and we all want to be the best. But what you didn't just cross THE line, bruh, it crossed EVERY line. And don't think I've forgotten about you threatening my family. When ya do that...

Meiou takes another step to Jacobs, leaving no available room for him to escape. They are nose to nose. Meiou clinches his fists and grits his teeth.

Meiou: I'm gonna fight back.

Meiou develops his own devious grin, just a tad more eerie than CJ's.

Meiou: Well, as they say... Payback is a bitch. Now you're gonna be the puppet and I'm gonna be the one pullin' the strings. Get ready...get ready, cuz the Dark King is gonna hurt you. This is more than about being the better man. This is more about wins and losses. It'll be my pleasure to do my best to end your career...bruh.

Meiou continues his hard stare at The Man in Black and looks for a reaction. Behind CJ's legendary poker face a hint of concern has developed. CJ can't produce a response and simply walks away from Meiou, down the corridor, and away from camera range. The psychological battle has already started and Meiou just scored the first point.

YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAH!

Colin Peterson: …is one fall and is our main event for the night!

STRANGE! STRANGE! STRANGE!

Ken: And listen to these fans. They’re pumped up for this main event match tonight! Insanely pumped.

Chris: Why? They’re just going to watch Strange fall on his face faster than Vanilla Ice did. Ice, Ice, Baby!

Ken: Citizen Truth is going to be a tall order for Bobby Strange, and probably his most difficult match-up to date. But, like he said earlier, no one expects anything of him, and he plans on proving them all wrong.

Chris: Let me tell you, no one expects anything out of Strange and for good reason. He’s not going to do anything. Against the likes of the talent he faced in TWC? Yeah, he can do some damage, but so can an infected kidney. Against the upper-echelon of this fed? Nope, not happening.

Ken: Well, we’ll just have to see, Chris…

Colin Peterson: Introducing first!

Flashing lights fill the arena as the house lights dim. Then a few notes are heard over the sound system until "Flagpole Sitta" by Harvey Danger is heard in the arena. The fans rise to their feet as on the Evo_Tron it reads one thing.

Then, from the back area emerges Bobby Strange, who gets a huge pop from the crowd. The Newcomer of PWE had gained a huge following thus far during his time in PWE. He stands at the top of the ramp, wearing a pair of black and white tights with his name printed upon it.

As the chorus hits the arena, Strange hops up and down a few times before he races down the ramp, fireworks following alongside him all the way down the ramp until he hits the ring. Strange then runs up the steps and alongside the ring apron before he runs up the nearby turnbuckles and hops onto the top turnbuckle as he looks out at the crowd! The fans are yelling his name as he nods his head with the beat. He then hops off the top turnbuckle and lands in the middle of the ring as the four corners light up with fireworks going off!

Colin Peterson: Weighing in at 255 pounds and standing at 6 feet and 1 inches, he hails from Toronto, Canada... BOBBBBBBBBYYY! STRRRRRAAAANNNNNGE!

The song then fades out as Strange waits for his opponent.

Ken: Strange is now the #1 Contender for the Vicious Title, and has decided to take that opportunity at Cyberslam 2009!

Chris: Not the brightest decision this kid could’ve made.

Ken: Facing Diabolique is going to be a challenge, but this kid shows no fear. He’s ready for it all. Bobby just needs the stage to prove it on.

Chris: Telling you, it’s going to be such a bad idea. Just horrible.

Colin Peterson: And his opponent…

Lights fade.

Red, white, blue hue.

GO!

"Requiem for a Dream (I Need a Hero Intro)" by Clint Mansell

Once the vocals end, parting the curtains like the Red Sea, Citizen Truth walks out and throws both fists in the air to a chorus of cheers and jeers. Once he reaches the entryway...

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Standing with a shower of patriotic pyro behind him, CT makes his way to the ring. After a successful leap onto the ring apron, the Americanimal stalks the ring and climbs inside, again, with both fists in the air.

Colin Peterson: Weighing in at 285 pounds and standing at 6 feet 7 inches tall, he hails from the great city of Gothametropolis! He is the HEROIC HOSS! The AMERICANIMAL! CITIZEN TRUUUUUUUUTH!

Strange’s eyes narrow as he looks at CT, anger and hatred nearly pouring out of them while Truth moves to the center of the ring. Bobby walks too, but is giving up a half foot to his opponent tonight, a tall order indeed. Yet, he shows no fear. None at all.

Chris: A classic battle of David versus Goliath.

Ken: Bobby’s seen a few battles where he’s giving up considerable size to his opponent, but he refuses to go down. Just refuses.

The referee explains the rules to Bobby and Truth before signaling for the bell to be rung.

DING! DING! DING!

As the bell rings, CT goes for a fist on the smaller Strange, but Bobby manages to duck underneath it and blasts CT in the face with a few of his own when the Heroic Hoss turns around. The shots don't really faze CT though as he goes for another haymaker, but Strange once again ducks it before slamming his boot into the back of CT's right knee. Truth turns around and goes for another punch! Strange tries to duck it again, but the Heroic Hoss is ready for it as he blocks Bobby's path and nails him with a fist to the face. CT doesn’t let up one bit as he just continues to hammer away at Strange who is helpless against CT’s relentless assault which eventually puts him into the nearby corner! CT backs up for a split second, but doesn’t allow it to last for long as he starts kicking Strange in the midsection over and over again until Strange finds himself sitting in the corner, dazed from the pounding he’s taken in the opening seconds of this bout.

Chris: And that's how I thought this match would start. Strange might be quick, but Truth is just dominant.

Ken: Bobby is going to have to stay out of his range of those brutal jabs if he hopes to make it very far in this match.

Chris: I don't know if that's possible with a man the size and stature of Citizen Truth.

CT then grabs Strange by the back of the neck and pulls him up to his feet. CT brushes aside the referee as he then whips Strange into the ropes while he bounces off the opposite ropes. Then, with both wrestlers heading right at each other, CT nails Strange with a boot right to the face with such force, from the running off the ropes and the sheer strength from CT, that it turns Strange inside out! With Strange laying flat on his stomach in a world of hurt, CT shows no compassion as he scoops down and brings Strange back up with him before drilling him in the face with an elbow that sends Strange to the ground once again.

Ken: Okay, now this is just getting ugly.

Chris: Ken, it's only getting to the good part! I promise you.

Ken: The fact that you're enjoying this is just making it worse.

With Strange up on his knees and elbows, slowly getting up, CT rushes up to Strange and kicks him as if he’s the punter on a football team kicking the ball to the opposite team. Strange rolls over in a world of pain, grabbing at his ribs, as he wonders what kind of mess he got himself into. Eventually, Strange rolls himself out of the ring trying to create some distance from CT so that he can regroup. CT just waits inside of the ring, not wanting to give up his domain at all. After a few seconds, and the referee yelling at him to get back into the ring, Strange slides back into the ring only to be met by a forearm shot from CT who follows it up with an irish whip into the ropes once again! CT then bends over, hoping to continue his assault upon Strange. However, Strange counters this with a stiff knee to the face of CT who shoots up from the impact. Strange takes the opening as he bounces off the ropes before nailing a textbook perfect dropkick to the right knee of CT. The monster drops to one of his knees as Strange rushes over to a nearby set of ropes, leaps onto the middle one, and springboards off of it before connecting with a savate kick to the jaw of CT who goes down in a slump.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Ken: Talk about a potential game-changer! It's one of the things that amazes people most about Strange, that he is resillant, that he refuses to go down!

Chris: Still a long way to go before we're talking about how great he is.

Ken: True, but that's a huge step in the right direction.

Back in the ring, Strange is crouching in a corner as he watches CT get back up. Taking the time to make sure that he’s ready to take CT out of his element, he just simply watches as CT’s eyes rest upon Strange like a lion in the Serengeti. CT starts to move his way towards Strange who just slams his elbow straight into the face of CT, dazing the Americanimal!

Ken: Another high-impact move from Strange, who is showing that he doesn't have to rely on his speed, that he'll take it right to you.

Chris: Do you really want to take anything to Truth? I mean, I wouldn't take a slice of pizza to the man for fear of him ripping my head off.

Ken: That's the thing that Bobby has to show in this match. That he's not scared. That when he's faced with a great challenge, a more experienced wrestler, that he'll do everything in his power to pull it off instead of wiltering in the face of it all.

Chris: Facing Diabolique is going to be a challenge, but facing Citizen Truth is a death sentence waiting to happen.

CT stumbles around before turning around and runs right into an uppercut from Strange before the youngster bounces off the ropes and connects with a flying roundhouse kick that plants CT back on the ground. The fans begin to chant Strange's name as the Psycho of PWE begins to climb up the nearby turnbuckle, he can feel the confidence in his body before he reaches the top turnbuckle and does a legdrop across the throat of CT that connects perfectly. Strange clutches the back of his leg as he manages to get back up to his feet before he bounces off the ropes and nails an elbow across the throat of his opponent.

Chris: Well, okay, not liking this at all.

Ken: Strange is riding this wave of momentum as far as it will take him, but he has to know the Americanimal is not going to be put down so easily.

Chris: Dude, Truth is going to eat him alive. Alive!

With Strange finally off of him, CT decides to take a break and rolls to the outside to clear his mind. Strange walks to the edge of the ring and yells at CT to get back in. Instead, CT just walks the ring, regrouping, but all this does is irritate Strange who wants the match to continue. Strange then decides to take matters into his own hands as he bounces off the ropes before soaring through the ropes and connecting with a suicide dive onto CT whose head bounces off the barrier. As Strange gets up, he hears the cheers from the fans who personally can’t stand CT! Truth looks to be slightly dazed, but out of nowhere he slams his elbow into the gut of Strange who doubles over in pain! CT then turns back around and spears Strange right into the edge of the ring causing Strange’s back to crack sickeningly that makes some people in the audience cringe.

Chris: Even taking all of that pain and punishment, Truth is still able to dole out some of his own.

Ken: Strange can't give CT these chances to take a break. He's gotta stay on top of him at all times.

Chris: That's the inexperience of Strange showing.

CT just stands over Strange who is getting back up to his feet and looks down upon him. Finally, Strange is able to get back up even though his back is screaming in pain. CT grabs Strange by the shoulder but Bobby counters with a kick straight to the chest of CT that takes the wind out of him. Strange then nails CT with a European Uppercut that sends CT rocking backwards in a world of hurt! Strange follows him and hits him with yet another European Uppercut that rocks CT’s world! Strange goes for another one, but he misses which gives CT the opening he needs. He wraps his arms around Strange’s waist and looks to be going for a German Suplex. However, Strange is able to roll out of CT’s arms before he kicks the back of CT’s knee and slams him down into the mat with a bulldog!

Ken: The agility and athleticism of Strange is keeping him in this match though.

Chris: I'll give it to the kid, he's gutsy. In the end though, it's just not going to be enough to overcome a monster like Citizen Truth.

Strange then grabs Truth and rolls him back into the ring as he knows he can’t get a victory over CT if he’s outside of the ring. He then climbs back up to the ring apron as CT is already pulling himself back up. Strange then climbs up to the ring apron, but CT is already back up to his feet. In the blink of an eye, CT is rushing at him! CT is able to connect with a shoulder to the chest that sends Strange flying off the ring apron and his back connects with the side of the announcer’s table!

Chris: Ouch, now that hurt.

Ken: Strange's back has to be hurting as it's been taking a bit of punishment in the last few moments.

Chris: Taking out something like his back or legs could prove to be a good move by Truth.

Ken: In this kind of match? Yeah.

CT then slides out of the ring where he starts decking Strange with fist after fist to the face, much like how the match started. But, instead of just taking it, Strange starts retaliating with a flurry of forearms to the face of CT himself. The referee continues to yell at the competitors to get back in the ring, but they’re ignoring him as they just unload upon each other. Then, CT slams his knee into the gut of Strange before rolling him back into the ring. CT then follows him into the ring, but Strange is ready for him as he begins to kick the back of CT's head, anger starting to over come him.

Ken: Strange is beyond fired up tonight! He realizes what's at stake here. His standing in the eyes of those who watch and follow PWE.

Chris: Strange just needs to realize that Truth will do whatever he want, whenever he wants to.

Strange pulls himself back up but so does CT who retaliates with a sickening clothesline! CT then looks to be going for a pin on Strange, but instead he mounts him and starts landing powerful blow after powerful blow to the head of Strange who can just cover up and hope to come out of it in one piece! The referee finally grabs CT and rips him off of Strange! CT doesn’t like that one bit and he starts to threaten the referee. Meanwhile, behind CT, Strange pulls himself back up ready to attack CT at a moment’s notice. CT turns around only to be met with a fierce kick to the gut from Strange who immediately wraps his arm around CT's head. Strange then goes for a DDT, but CT manages to block him.

Chris: Look at the strength from CT! He refuses to go down!

CT is able to lift Strange up off the ground with his raw strength, twists him into a powerbomb position and Jacknife's him into the mat! With the Bomb on Strange, it looks like Bobby's chances of pulling off the upset have grown very slim as CT reaches over and peels Strange off the mat once again before he connects with the...

Citizen Truth: GREAT AMERICAN DROP!!!

CT then goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

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TH—NOOOOOOO!

Chris: How did he manage to kick out of that?!

Ken: I have no idea, but I can only imagine Citizen Truth is going to put Strange down once and for all, after he kicked out of the Release Crucifix Jacknife Powerbomb and a vicious Samoan Drop!

Chris: How do you know all that?

Ken: I look at the PWE website!

CT reaches down and grabs Strange by the back of the neck before sending him chest first into the nearby turnbuckles! Strange collides hard with it and stumbles away backwards. CT wraps his hands around Strange’s waist and lifts him up for a German Suplex, but Strange rolls off of his shoulder and lands on his feet. He then reaches up, wraps his hands around CT’s jaw and falls backwards with his knees out so that CT’s back collides into them! The Americanimal rolls around on the mat as Strange looks out at the fans, dazed and still confused.

Ken: And Strange acting out of pure instinct there after the rough beating he’s taken from Truth.

Chris: It’s going to take more than pure instinct to take down the Heroic Hoss though!

Ken: That remains to be seen.

CT is the first back up to his feet, but he’s obviously a little dazed from the shot he just took. He reaches down and pulls Strange back up to his feet, but Bobby slams his knee into his midsection to break away. Strange then blows by CT as he runs up the nearby turnbuckle to the top before he leaps off into a body press that drops CT back onto the mat. Strange climbs back to his feet before he exits the ring to the ring apron and then sling shots himself over the top rope before connecting a Frog Splash onto his foe.

Ken: And Strange is going high-risk, high-chance maneuvers, but so far they’re paying off!

Chris: He’s going to need them to continue paying off if he wants to walk out of here the winner tonight. Which isn’t happening.

Ken: Don’t sound so sure.

Strange climbs back to his feet and goes down to bring CT up with him when the Heroic Hoss wraps his hand around Strange’s throat and proceeds to get up to his feet. He then brings Strange into him and headbutts him which sends Bobby into the nearby corner. Truth wastes no time as he starts slamming his hip into Bobby’s body, unrelenting in the least bit. He then wraps his hands around Strange’s throat and begins to choke him before he tosses him out of the corner and into the middle of the ring. Strange stumbles back up to his feet before he’s met with an Open-Handed Chop that sends Bobby crashing to the mat once again.

Chris: And Truth is showing why he’s one of the best in the ring. He completely dominates the entire time. He dominates more than Dwight Howard does!

Ken: Strange is going to need to pull something out of his bag of tricks if he wants to walk out of here the victor.

Chris: He’s going to need to hit Truth with a Mack Truck, but I’m not even certain that’s going to work either.

CT pulls Strange back up to his feet once again and nails him with a forearm smash. Bobby stumbles backwards, but CT brings him right back as he drills him with an elbow to the face. With Strange stunned, CT brings him closer before he connects with the...

Citizen Truth: HOOOOLY JUSTICE SLAM!!

... that leaves Strange motionless in the middle of the ring. After the Over-the-Shoulder Powerslam, CT refuses to back down as he walks around the ring and watches his opponent as he tries to claw back to his feet. The Heroic Hoss then plants his boot into the back of Strange’s head!

Ken: Another brutal shot from Truth who looks like he’s ready to just end this match.

Chris: Strange might be wishing this match was dead.

CT backs up and watches as Strange climbs to his feet with the aid of the ring ropes. Strange is obviously not all there as he hangs onto the top rope while CT moves in and locks him in with an Over the Shoulder Chinlock! He then lifts him up into the air into a Canadian Backbreaker which sends a world of pain through Strange’s body! CT holds him up there for a minute before he lifts him up and goes for the Ganso Bomb, but Strange manages to slip out of CT’s grasp before he drills him with a dropkick that pauses CT for a moment. Strange gets back up to his feet before he nails him with a superkick!

Chris: Whoa.

Ken: Good Night Sleep outta nowhere! Somehow, Strange managed to worm his way out of the Fastball Special and leave CT stunned in the process. Not an easy feat at all.

Chris: Now though, he has to put away Truth or it’s all for naught!

Strange watches as CT rises to his feet and wastes no time as shows some incredible strength and hoists CT onto his shoulders, and nails him with a F-5 that gets a huge response from the crowd as they begin to chant his name!

Ken: Strange with Beware The Duck! That F-5 did just the job if it gets Bobby the three count.

Chris: You need like four more of those to put Citizen Truth down once and for all!

Ken: Well, we’ll have to see as Strange is going for the cover! Can he pull it off?!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!

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TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

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TH--NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

It looked like that Strange had won the match. For all intents and purposes, he should have. Except, Shawn Christopher, the other half of the League of Awesomeness had appeared and interrupted the three count. The referee gets to his feet and starts to yell at SC to get out of the ring, but the Gateway Champ takes his sweet time as Strange gets back to his feet.

Chris: That's called having a backup plan!

Ken: That's called cheating and Strange isn't happy about it in the least bit!

Strange gets right into SC's face as he starts jawing away, obviously not happy about the interference taking place in his match. He had put Truth away and yet, it wouldn't be recorded. Not unless he could do it again. He backs away from SC as CT's mentor slowly exits the ring. As Strange backs up though, he runs into something. Or rather somebody. A large somebody.

Ken: No...

Chris: Yesssssss!

Citizen Truth: LONG ARM OF THE LAW!!!

CT, in one swift move, swings that mammoth right arm, and nails Strange with a vicious lariat that damn near takes his head off and rocks the arena!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Chris: The Long Arm of the Law! It's all over!

Ken: Unfortunately, for Strange. He didn't deserve this.

Citizen Truth goes for the cover.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!

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TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

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THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

DING! DING! DING!

Colin Peterson: Your winner... CITIZEN TRUTH!

Chris: The real winner right there!

Ken: And these fans are not happy in the least bit! Just irate!

Chris: Too bad. They're idiots!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

CT then rises to his feet as SC enters the ring and both men look down at their fallen foe. The League of Awesomeness had made their mark on this evening, ruining Strange's chances to walk out with the victory. The fans let them know their displeasure, but they didn't care.

PWE had been put on notice.

Awesomeness had arrived.

The March to Cyberslam had begun.

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