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The jeers would fall into hindsight with the visual eye candy, dancing across the ominous trinity of super screens. A select bevy of monikers would appear at random exploding on the Arena of Champions one after the other. After the last moniker appeared on the screen new music reverberated throughout the arena speakers. Vince Jacobs in his ring gear made it to the stage as “Villain” by Theory of a Deadman erupted throughout the United Center. The last Legacy champion stood on the stage peering out into the crowd as the lovely Natalia stood by his side. The Legacy Champion was soon joined by the Relentless Champion, Nashvillain and the Underground Champion, Derecho. The jOlt tag team of the West Texas Terrorists soon came out and stood behind the three champions. All five men and Natalia made their way slowly down the ramp and into the ring. The tree champions held their titles high in the air as the fans let them have it in the middle of the ring. Natalia grabbed a microphone and handed it to Jacobs. Jacobs walked around the ring as he looked out into the crowd. “I’m getting real sick and tired of people thinking that the mighty blue fag is unbeatable. Ever since he stepped foot in jOlt he has been running roughshod over everyone that has been put in front of him, except one man, ‘Superstar’ Vince Jacobs.” Fans erupted in boos as Jacobs smirked. “I have done things that would make the average man piss his pants. I walked right up to the human roid rage and took it to him. How many people can say that they walked into the fire with Sylo and survived? The internet smarks think that SVJ is no match for Sylo well I am here to tell you that maybe you smarks got it all wrong. Why don’t you ask the question, Is Sylo a match for SVJ?” “I plan to finish the job I started last week on iNtense, tonight. I plan to hurt Sylo really bad before we even set foot in the ring one on one at Divide and Conquer. So even though you peons do not deserve it, Mr. Lee has decided that in the main event there will be a ten man tag team match. It will be this team of champions standing before you against Sylo and four friends, if he even has any friends.” “Tonight is the first step in Vince Jacobs ending this farce of a crusade by Sylo. SuperBeast you want to continue this so called war you have in your head over a dead and gone promotion. I want you to look in this ring right now. You are looking at the best of what Legacy of Champions had to offer. Derecho, Nashvillain, and yours truly, Vince Jacobs. We have all accepted the fact that Legacy is gone and jOlt is what is the here and now. I know your pea brain cannot handle this but you have to just put this crusade to end. I implore you to be rational.” The crowd started to chant… JACOBS FEARS SYLO!! Vince smiled. ‘I do not fear any man. You all think you saw fear in my eyes last week but on the contrary, I did not show fear, I showed intelligence. I have a plan for your beloved blue monster and later tonight I plan to evoke the first part of the plan.” Jacobs handed the microphone to the Underground Champion. Derecho brought the microphone to his lips as he turned to ‘Superstar’ Vince Jacobs. "The list of people who have walked into the fire with Sylo and survived is a very exclusive list. In fact, the championship around your waist is proof that I am one of those elite few for back when Legacy of Champions existed, I was one of the few who dethroned Sylo and took that championship from him." The people jeered even more as Derecho turned his attention to the camera as the Icon acknowledged Derecho with a nod. "That was then... this is now. Things change with time. From perspectives to beliefs to goals to personal missions... all can change within the blink of an eye. In my case, it was the will of the people that caused me to change. Each and everyone one of you molded and shaped me into what I am... the King of the Underground." Derecho paused for a moment. "Tonight, I'm not in my realm. I'm not in the Underground, but the results will be no different. It doesn't matter who is on the opposite side. I do what I want to who I want when I want. If you happened to be tagged in on the opposite side of me. Just keep in mind that I don't need weapons to put you on the shelf. I can get the job done with my bare hands. All that matters is how I feel at that point in time because it will determine just how far I go." Derecho cracks a sinister grin. Derecho handed the microphone to the Relentless Champion, Nashvillain. “Sylo you think last week was a victory for you against the greatest Relentless Champion that ever graced Legacy of Champions and now jOlt. What you did to these two men behind me will not go unpunished. They told me personally that you will pay for your injustice. And far as I go, I’m not into playing games. The jokes are over. These five men in this ring mean business and when we step into that ring as a united front, this business will be a pleasure for us.” Nashvillain smiled as he handed the microphone back to Vince Jacobs. “As you plebeians can see, these five men are ready for battle. I do not believe that Sylo will find four guys to stand with him but I can tell you this. If there are four guys in the back that are stupid enough to join Sylo against the likes of what you see in this ring, then God have mercy on your souls because WE won’t.” Jacobs dropped the microphone and raised the Legacy title high in the air as Nashvillain and Derecho did the same to a chorus of boos from the fans.  
Greg Vincent walked around backstage, with the wound on the back of his head still fresh from the beating by Jason Rau four days ago, on Warriors. But you couldn’t tell for the smirk, arrogantly stretched across his face. He walked with a arrogant strut, carrying a black and blue gym bag in his hand. It had become his walking style over the past couple of weeks, since entering jOlt. He walked towards his dressing room, to prepare for the upcoming match with Sanchez Cano. But something had been on his mind, before entering the jOlt arena. It obviously had to do with the letter written by Damien Lee, on top of the Jason Rau beatdown. You see, Greg Vincent was in his own little world. In his twisted, egotistical mind; he was the Baddest MotherFucker Alive...the King of the World...an Untouchable Icon...he was the MegaSTAR. He could do anything you could do, but BETTER. So you could imagine the amount of anger rushing through his veins, as he approached the door, and entered his domain. But there was an unexpected guest, sitting in his throne, tapping his foot lightly on the floor. Greg was not too fond of visitors, anyways; especially tonight. “Who the hell are you?” The man stood up to greet the MegaSTAR. He extended his hand, in attempt, for a proper greeting. But of course, yours truly stood there and looked at the old man with a, ”What the fuck do you want?” expression, distinguished on his face. “Dr. Adams.” he answered, “And I’m here to inform you that you have a severe concussion and you should not participate in tonight’s event. One small hit to the head could cause more damage. Take tonight off and...” Greg interrupted. “Shut Up old man, just shut the hell up. I don’t need you telling me what I NEED to do. I know what I need to do.” Greg sidestepped and pointed his finger down the hall, hinting to fuck off, “So get your ass off my property, before I kick your ass off it!” Dr. Adams tried to reason with Vincent,, “Greg, you're risking...” Greg quickly dropped his bag with one hand and grabbed Dr. Adams shirt collar with the other, reeling him within inches of his face, “You’re too damn stupid to be a doctor...” GV tossed the old man into the wall and the doctor repelled off of it, falling to the ground. He looked down at the highly educated figure, “Fuck you and your medical degree!” Greg picked up the bag, containing his wrestling gear, and slammed the door shut behind him. He tossed the bag on the floor next to the chair, in the corner of the room. He reached into his back pocket and pulled a pack of cigarettes, as he sat down, and opened his bag. A cigarette would settle the anger, coursing through his nerves. He snatched a cigarette and placed it between his lips, lighting it. He sighed, in relief. His nerves began to settle, with each puff. Smoke rolled into his eyes, causing them to burn. But he was not bothered by the burning sensation in his eyes, for he had grown immune to thick smoke over the years. He also, had grown immune to the throbbing pain in the back of his head; thanks to a couple shots of Jack Daniels and a cold beer, before entering the arena. Now, Greg Vincent was ready to kick some ass.  
The former Arena of Champions was a familiar place to a lot of people but very few knew the building like Sylo. He knew the darkness where no one would go and because of that he had been able to find a place to actually do his warm ups without being disturbed. Since jOlt had started many people had heard through the grapevine where they could find The SuperBeast if he wasn’t in his locker room or the ring but no one was that stupid. Not even Vince Jacobs was that stupid.To step into that area was to step into Sylo’s world. It was like stepping into Hell itself and in that proverbial Hell it also made Sylo stronger. After what he had done in a month no one was going to face Sylo and give him the upper hand. That would be suicide. Now Sylo faced the possibility of facing five men by himself. The week before it was three. It seemed Vince Jacobs had grown even more desperate to take the upper hand. Sylo didn’t need an army. The image of his best friend Chris, better known as Wippit Guud, had shown him that. Although it was getting more and more difficult to follow through with his plan but that was war wasn’t it? You didn’t win every battle but with enough strategical attacks you’d eventually win the war. He knew this. Still, it didn’t change the fact that he’d be in the ring with at least three members of the last Team Johnson. The same Team Johnson team that helped Jim Johnson destroy the Legacy. Finally you added in The West Texas Terrorists and although Sylo had taken both men out and ruined Vince’s plans, he had done that with a huge surge of adrenaline. He had lost focus. He had let that unnatural Beast side take over fully for a brief moment, but he couldn’t count on that this week and both brothers weren’t pushovers. Sylo thought about all of this as he had two earbuds jammed in listening to his iPod. He was in his sanctum doing pushups, running through his thoughts, preparing a strategy because if Vince pulled a win out tonight he would ultimately decide what type of battle ground they would face each other on. With a mind like Jacobs no one could know what he would choose but Sylo knew, no matter what it was, it would put Sylo at a very large disadvantage. “War isn’t won on the back of the sheep,” He was reciting his pledge. He was reciting the thing that kept him going week in and week out. “War isn’t won by the words of the wise,” Sylo pushed up again. “War is life,” Sylo blew out and went down again. “War is all you know,” Up he went. “War is all you are,” Down he went. “And when all seems lost you send them to hell with you.” And up. “Quite the peptalk you give yourself.” A voice came from behind Sylo. In one fluid motion he was on his feet in a fighting stance. Once he saw who it was though, confusion replaced intensity, as he dropped his hands and pulled the earbuds out. “It’s not smart to come here. Especially with the state of things as of late, Aria.” Sylo looked at the 5’8” 140 lb Aria Murphy that stood in his sanctum. Aria chewed on her lip before she spoke again. “Everyone knows this is your area. Everyone stays away. I had to come though. Listen, last week you were thrown in that three on one match and I know you didn’t beat the ever loving hell out of those Rednecks for me but I wanted to-” Aria paused. Had she ever shown anything that resembled gratitude? “No need. You’re welcome,” Sylo answered. Aria looked stun for a brief moment as Sylo sat leaning against one of the sound equipment crates. “Gratitude hasn’t always been one of my strong suits either. It’s hard to say two simple words to someone when all you know is to fight. It’s hard to feel anything but hatred, contempt, pain, and rage. So, I understand Aria, and those three got what they deserved. I may be a lot of things but beating up on women is one thing I’ve never believed in.” Aria actually smiled. “Thank you.” She laughed. “I guess it wasn’t that hard to say. Look, I’ll go out there with you tonight and fight if you like. It doesn’t seem right for you to do this alone and I feel as though I owe you.” She chewed her lip again. She didn’t want to be rejected. Sylo just eyed her for a moment before answering. “You have as much right, if not more than me, to fight. If you want to fight, you’ll fight,” Sylo went to put an earbud back in and continue his warm up but Aria stopped him. “Thank you. There I go again. Also, I, uh, well I’m sorry about Natalia. I know you two were close. I know, whether you admit to it or not, she meant a lot to you. I know it isn’t easy to watch Vince try to play her against you and honestly, if I was in your shoes, I don’t know if I could pull through it as well as you have. I hope I haven’t overstepped my boundaries but I felt someone should say it,” She watched Sylo cautiously. After all, he was a man known to snap and go on rampages that would leave multiple people laid up in hospitals. Sylo only nodded. “It isn’t easy, you’re right, but what’s done is done. I’ve walked alone through every situation for most of my career. People either fear me, hate me, or just want nothing to do with me. I’m what they call a liability. So after a while you become numb and stop caring. I only have one thing to do and that’s all I need to worry about,” Sylo looked away. He thought about it. His life was filled with nothing but destruction, anger, and pain. How long had it been since he had felt something positive. He’d let others use him as a weapon and eventually, he used himself as a weapon. He’d lost himself in thought so when he felt Aria’s hand on his shoulder it smacked him like a fist back into reality. “You shoulder too much. You’re a warrior you were just born in the wrong era.” She smiled. Sylo was shocked because for the first time someone understood Sylo better than Chris in that regard. Aria leaned down and the unimaginable happened. She softly planted her lips on Sylo’s forehead. Her lips were soft. It was a feeling that made every nerve ending stand on edge. Sylo’s whole system was in shock. He couldn’t figure out how to respond. Sylo grabbed her hand. It seemed only natural. He squeezed it softly and let go. “I...don’t,” Sylo looked up. “You don’t have to,” Aria smiled again. “And if you ever tell anyone I don’t care how scary you are, I’ll rip your vocal chords out.” Aria winked at Sylo with a laugh as she turned to leave. “And I’ll see you tonight.” Sylo watched her leave, analyzed the situation one last moment, and then went back to his warm up as if nothing had ever happened. Damn this was going to be one hell of a night.  Greg Vincent vs. Sanchez Cano   
As the camera zoomed in on the entrance, Sanchez Cano’s music struck mild jeers, as he pushed through the curtains. The Sadistic, Cano ignored the fans, and stayed focused. Tonight was the first match since iNtense 35, where he failed to become the Flyweight Champion by defeating Avispa Ultima in a Three Way Matchup, with Cordova as the third person. And tonight, he looked to redeem himself with a victory. But first, he would have to get past one of jOlt’s newest superstars. ‘Cocky’ by Kid Rock. “BOOOO!” shouted all the fans. There were no special effects tonight, to introduce the MegaSTAR. Just Greg Vincent and his arrogant strut, as he stepped into the spotlight on the stage just below the jOltVision. The concussion he sustained this past Wednesday was cloaked by confidence. He slid into the ring, underneath the ropes. Greg quickly bounced to his feet and stared at his opponent, Sanchez Cano, from across the ring. Referee Simon Boulder signaled the bell. The bell sounded three times and both men wasted no time, as the met center ring with a collar and elbow tie up. Greg being the stronger of the two superstars gained the advantage with a side headlock. He sent some closed fist into Cano’s face to daze him long enough to wrap his arms around his waist, lifting him, and slamming him with a side suplex. Greg stood to his feet and turned in Cano’s directing, expecting him to still be sprawled out on the mat. But to his surprise, Cano bounced up bashing the MegaSTAR with forearms, pushing him back into the ropes. Cano snatched GV’s wrist and whipped him into the ropes. Cano bent over, in attempt to flip Greg over his shoulder; but it was too soon. Greg wrapped his arms around Cano’s neck and... Spinning Neck Breaker! Greg quickly went for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! The Sadistic, Cano kicked out before referee Simon Boulder could pound his hand on the mat, at three. Vincent picked Cano up and drilled him with some forearm shots of his own, this time, backing Sanchez up into the turnbuckle. Greg sent a few stiff kicks to the midsection and launched him across the ring into the opposing turnbuckle, where Greg would get a boot to the face, in attempt, for a clothesline. GV stumbled backwards, as Cano quickly hopped on the top turnbuckle. Greg’s eyes turned only to see Cano leaping into the air, drilling Vincent with a cross body splash, followed by a cover up. ONNNNNNNNNNNNN! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THR....NOOOOOOOOO! Greg kicked out and rolled over onto his shoulder before he speared Cano into the mat and started pummeling him with rights and lefts, relentlessly. Referee Simon Boulder shouted at the MegaSTAR, giving him a fair warning before calling the match due to illegal strikes to the face. With Greg’s attention focused on the referee, Cano used all his strength, and pushed GV off of him. Greg quickly bounced off the ropes, in attempt for a dropkick to the face as Cano was getting to his feet. But Cano sent a spinning wheel kick that knocked his opponent off his feet. The back of Greg’s head hit hard on the mat, reopening the cut that had been stitched up. Sanchez covered Vincent. ONNNNNEEEE! TWOOOOOOOOO! KICKOUUUUUT Both men rose to their feet. Greg showcased his toughness by getting to his feet, but Cano was the first to strike with some overhand chops, forcing Greg into the ropes. Cano snatched Greg’s hands and went for an Irish whip. Unexpectedly, Greg reversed the move, sending Sanchez into the ropes instead. The MegaSLAM! The powerslam had both men struggling for air, due to the face paced action in which the match was showcasing. Greg’s blood stained the ring mat, as he rested the back of his head on it. The referee began the ten count. ONE! TWO! THREE!! FOUR! FIVE! Both men slowly began to rise. SIX! SEVEN!! EIGHT!! NINE!! Cano stood up, with his hands on his knees. Greg was on one knee. Sanchez looked up and charged at the MegaSTAR. PICTURE F’N PERFECT Greg caught Cano off guard and sent a stiff kick to the midsection, followed by a stiff DDT. Greg held the hold, choking the Sadistic Cano until his arms were limp, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Referee Simon Boulder called for the bell.  DING! DING! DING! The match was officially over, but Greg Vincent deemed otherwise. Simon huddle over the two jOlt stars, trying to peel Greg off of Sanchez. Finally, Greg released the hold, and rolled over onto his back sucking in a breath of fresh air. “Ladies and Gentlemen! Your winner by Submission! ‘MegaSTAR’ Greg Vincent!” Brad Arnold shouted. “That was some fast paced action, Nathan. And Greg Vincent gets his first win in jOlt!” Michael stated. “Sanchez Cano was a top contender for the Flyweight Championship and Greg Vincent just rolled him!” Nathan said, in reply to Michael. “It was a damn good match, Nathan. Sanchez almost pulled it off.” Nathan laughed, “Yeah...just like he ‘ALMOST’ beat Avispa Ultima!” he quickly changed the subject, as he spotted Greg getting to his feet, “And look at the MegaSTAR. Concussion and all...and he is still standing! This man is tough!” ‘MegaSTAR’ Greg Vincent finally stood up. He smirked. And gestured a BIG, Fuck You! 
Alone.It was no surprise that the Superbeast would find himself alone more than once a week, he wasn't exactly a figure that many wanted to spend a lot of time around. "Don't think I can't hear you." Though when people did look to sneak around him, he tended to suss them out. It was eerie but The One Man Wrecking Crew had a way with picking up on the footsteps of others. This man's was regrettably unfamiliar, so that meant that Sylo knew exactly who they belonged to. There was only one man, in recent memory, brave enough to quietly seek out the biggest, baddest man to ever set foot in jOlt. "I'm not trying to hide, I simply didn't want to interrupt... you looked deep in contemplation." Phoenix answered, stepping out from the shadows. It was no wonder Sylo had spotted him, his outfit was awful for the shadows... all whites and gold. He even wore a new jOltshOp t-shirt. A white shirt, with the jOlt "O" that had fiery wings of a Phoenix coming from either side, all of it in golden leaf. The sleeves were cut off and the sides cut open, so that the shirt draped over Phoenix like a damn fine looking poncho. "Can I help you." Sylo asked, his tone laced with a bit of apathy. It really was strange to see someone so large, so full of power, and so destructive be so meek. "No, I understand. You have a lot to think about, a man known as Death to some... a man so lauded by our fans, but responsible for so much hardship in jOlt already, it's reckoning. A man who bares the color of jOlt's lightning bolt, but with sharing more in common with thunder." Phoenix didn't move an inch, as Sylo's large muscular body shifted to face him. It had to be said, the Masked Enigma had balls. "For one however, can tell me why you requested for me to be on your team in tonight's main event." “You seem to be more intelligent than most, Phoenix. I’d like for you to indulge me if you would?” Sylo stared at Phoenix through long black strands of hair but those blue predator eyes watched every muscle twitch and every vein send blood flowing through Phoenix’s body. “Jolt indulges you... but what I will give you my full attention.” jOlt’s newest enigma bowed slightly. “I assume you’re a man that reads. If you are such a man then you would be familiar with the work of Shakespeare. It’s from the play Coriolanus, Act V, scene IV, and I figure if you know it then you’ll have a better understanding of the man as well as the beast.” Sylo rose, towering over Phoenix, but his body language showed that he meant no harm. "There is a difference between a grub and a butterfly; yet your butterfly was a grub. This Marcius is grown from man to dragon: he has wings; he's more than a creeping thing." Sylo continued. Phoenix eyed him a moment and replied. "He loved his mother dearly." Phoenix quoted through his mask. "So did he me; and he no more remembers his mother now than an eight-year-old horse. The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes: when he walks, he moves like an engine, and the ground shrinks before his treading: he is able to pierce a corslet with his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is a battery. He sits in his state, as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids be done is finished with his bidding. He wants nothing of a god but eternity and a heaven to throne in." Sylo closed his eyes as he finished the quote. “Many men take many variations of the meaning of that. I draw my own conclusion as I’m sure you draw your own." "You quote the hushed words of a fan..." Phoenix replied in slight exasperation, impressed but at the same time maddened by the heavy weight on Jolt's strongest man, and yet the Golden Masked Man continued, "These words about a man who looks to bring peace… instead of the war he is infamous for, and is murdered because of it." "I hope you see now why I do the things I do. Everything in this life has a purpose and every decision and move I make has one as well. I selected you so that I could converse with you, face to face, as well as to test your mettle. You were brave enough to step foot where few others would. In my eyes, that is the true mettle of a man.” Sylo bowed a little back. A show of respect, maybe? As Sylo came up though those predatory eyes were scanning Phoenix. “Although, I must admit your footsteps have a sound to them I’ve not heard in some time. I assume the name Phoenix is just an alias?” The fact that Phoenix was wearing a mask meant that any reaction to Sylo's questioning didn't show on his face, which is likely how Phoenix liked it. Though his whole body tensed before Sylo had finished his sentence, Phoenix would only tilt his head slightly on his reply, "Phoenix may not be the name some would call me... but a man like, oh, Scott Riktor... it's the last name he knows me as." “I see. For now, whatever business you have with whoever it may be is your own. I know Scott Riktor on a personal basis and whatever your” Sylo scanned his thoughts for a moment, deciphering the right word, “Quarrel is with him I suggest you bring everything you have. Until that time, as I stated that is no one’s business but your own, until I’m forced to step in, that is. I know as a warrior as well as someone that knows the true scale of the things in play, you respect that,” Sylo stayed calm and emotionless. “None the less, I would ask you to be a part of what they’ve dubbed Team Sylo, as silly of a name as it is, and ride into battle tonight but not for me. I ask you to ride into battle because it’s in your blood and you are a man that knows right from wrong and good from bad. You’re a man that understands my blight.” Sylo nodded to Phoenix, folding his arms, as he leaned against the wall. "If I ride with you..." Phoenix motioned a few time before making a tight fist, "Ride, fly, roll into battle beside you, I want you to understand that I truly know good from bad. It's what I've been able to decipher in One Eye, and it's what I want to insure is strong within you. Sylo, if you believe you also know the true scale of the things in play... you must not concern yourself with petty attacks but instead keep fighting forward, especially against men like Superstar Vince Jacobs..." Oddly, both men seemed to bristle with the mention of that name. The Masked Enigma had seemingly taken SVJ’s evil machinations in jOlt to heart. "I know men like Jacobs, and you cannot allow him to muddy the waters... you must not allow him to sink you to his level because that is where he is victorious. Bring him up to your level however, make them rise to your steel... and well, heaven may not give you a thrown... but you'll surely be able to thank whatever gods may be for your unconquerable soul." 
Ray was seen backstage as he entered the arena from the back entrance. Several jOlt employees talked amongst themselves, their voices at a whisper. Many were not comfortable with Ray’s appearance yet and did not want to approach him, or even acknowledge his presence. Ray was accustomed to this treatment ever since his accident. This kept him looking forward to the cheers from the crowd each night. Keith could be seen running towards his client from the opposite side of the arena. He waddled as fast he could until he caught up to Ray. He raised his finger up at Ray, taking a few moments to catch his breath. With a final deep breath, he scratched his nose. “Ya had me worried champ. Ya need to get yourself a cell phone or something. Hell, how about a bat signal? In all seriousness, what in the hell happened with you on Warriors? Ya take off on me without so much as a word, then I come to find out you were attacked for the second time by that Greg Vincent guy. What were ya thinking?” Keith asked with an eager tone. Ray was not in the best of moods, especially after two weeks of getting his head smashed. “That guy is a loose cannon, Keith! Jason Rau is lucky I happened to be walking by when I did. I was not about to watch him get knocked out cold and do nothing to stop it. If there is one thing I’ve learned from this business, it’s to stand up for what you believe in. The way I figure, I just even the odds,” he responded. Keith rubbed at his mustache, as he often did when he felt himself about to lose it. It was a way he had learned to calm himself down, before he said something he would regret. “Even the odds? After watching the footage, I noticed you getting cracked with a chair, nobody else. Do ya trust me?” “What?” Keith repeated himself, “DO YOU TRUST ME?” Ray rarely trusted anybody just because. How could you trust someone after only a few weeks? Then again, he had known Keith back in the Legacy of Champions. “I suppose,” Ray said flatly. Keith chuckled to himself, then pulled out his pack of Marlboro Lights. He knew it was against the rules, but to hell with the rules. It was time for Keith to nip this one in the butt. He place a lone cigarette in his mouth and fired it up. He took a deep puff and inhaled the marvelous smoke. He felt much better now. “I remember ya, Equalizer. Don’t ya ever forget that. I know all about the Master of Manipulation. I know more than ya give me credit for. Hell, don’t get mad. It’s my job to know everything about ya! I’m tellin’ ya right now bud, ya can’t jeopardize your career for some piece of shit like the MegaSTAR. I mean, what the fuck is that all about?” Keith took another puff. He continued, “You’re still not one hundred percent, chief, and I need ya to be. I remember when ya would march out to the ring and lay a beating on guys twice Grendel’s size. Your instincts were on point back then, because that guy wouldn’t ever let his guard down and get pulverized by a steel fuckin’ chair! Don’t forget why you’re here, cuz I haven’t. Do not ever forget about your daughter, or your responsibilities.” Ray instantly slapped the cigarette off Keith’s lips. “Leave my daughter out of this Keith. You’re not responsible for my decisions. I don’t need you reminding me about responsibilities, because I don’t forget. I’ve done everything you’ve told me to do so far. The fans have given me their full support and I don’t intend on letting them down, ever. I’m already starting to make some cash with that bullshit contract of mine.” Keith interlocked his fingers and raised both his hands up, pleading, “I need your trust, champ. I need ya to believe in me. You will realize just how fuckin’ great I am at my job. You’re right about the fans, they do love ya now. I made that possible, just like I told ya I would. Now it’s time for ya to WIN WIN WIN! I need ya to beat these guys with either a pinfall or a submission. There ain’t no taken the easy way out with a disqualification or count out. I want ya to prove, not only to the fans, but to yourself, that ya can still go out there and get the job done. I believe in ya, chief.” A production assistant quickly ran over to Ray, “Mr. Chavez, there is an urgent call for you in the office.” “From whom?” Ray asked. “He didn’t say. He just said to find you and that it’s all good.” Ray turned back to Keith, “I better take this.” “Ya, go ahead and handle ya business. In the meantime, I’m going to get you booked tonight in a rematch against the no talent hack, Greg Vincent. I sense a little retribution comin’ and it’s comin’ in the form of an Equalizer, baby!” Keith said, clapping his hands together. Ray watched him take out his cell phone and make his way down the hallway towards the locker rooms. He motioned to the assistant to lead the way. 
Mr. One Letter Better and jOlt’s current International Champion, Jonathan Conspiracy, stood outside of a locker room. He seemed to be in deep conversation with his personal Queen, Sweet Aroma. He seemed to have a death grip on the part of the strap that hung over his torso as he and Aroma spoke in hushed tones.“We do have history you know? And if memory serves me correctly that history wasn’t exactly what you’d classify as good” JCON hissed under his breath. “That was in PIW, Jerome. Besides, do you think he really cares about that now? You’ve seen the carnage so far from his one man crusade,” Aroma argued back but in a whisper as well. “Yes, I have seen the carnage and that’s why I’m hesitant to just walk in there. You know how unstable he can be and if I catch him in the wrong mood it’ll be me in the hospital. I think I’m a pretty damn amazing superstar but Sylo? When he’s in a mood? Fuck that. That’s suicide,” JCON hissed again. Aroma just rolled her eyes and pushed passed JCON. “I guess I now wear the balls in this relationship?” she quipped at JCON, who didn’t take kindly to the fact that his manhood was in question. Aroma was about to knock, JCON was about to quip back at Aroma completely forgetting the fact they were standing outside of Sylo’s locker room, until both were stopped in their tracks. “Either come in or stop arguing outside of my locker room. You know voices carry in this arena no matter how quiet you are,” The voice of Sylo shocked both JCON and Aroma who stood in stunned silence for a moment. Finally Aroma rolled her eyes again at JCON, put on her friendliest smile, and opened the door. Sylo sat on the same wooden bench he had for weeks. If he wasn’t warming up, putting someone in the hospital, or addressing business in the ring, then odds were you could find him here. He already had his gear. His hands and feet were taped, his gloves were on, he had already changed into his black SilverStar “SuperBeast” special edition MMA shorts, and he wore the jOlt “Pale Horse - And Hell followed with him” shirt over it. Underneath, near his heart, almost in symbolic fashion, was his WAR Dog Tags. “Sylo! It’s been too long!” Aroma smiled as she entered followed by JCON. “Yeah, man. How’ve you been?” JCON followed Sweet Aroma’s lead. “Also, you never cease to amaze me with how you have this knack for detail! Footsteps, voices, echos, and being able to scout an opponent's strengths and weaknesses in your head in a matter of seconds? You sure have come a long way from PIW, that’s for sure!” Aroma smile broadened as Sylo lazily rolled his head up, looking through the strands of long black hair, his predator-esque eyes almost pulsating blue. “Strategy and analysis is just as important as battle. Without the first two, the third is doomed from the start. Friend, Enemy, Acquaintance, or someone you barely know, it doesn’t matter, it’s all useful information. Now, I know you two weren’t outside arguing about coming in here just to discuss my skillset. I already have a job so no need for a job interview.” Sylo was direct but his voice wasn’t laced with any hint of malice. It seemed as though he wanted to just put their mind at ease that he wasn’t about to snap someone's neck. “No, you’re right. Look, Jus-, I mean Jay, I know you’ve seen what those rednecks have put me through. I know you’ve seen first hand how low down they are. They’re gutter trash at best so-” JCON didn’t get to finish as Sylo raised his hand. “Jerome, I know, you want to get your hands on Nash. Honestly? I can’t blame you. Usually I’d say yes and that would be that because I’d just feel better there was another capable warrior headed to the ring with me but things have changed. I have to ask, Jerome, why are you here? Before you ask, no, not why you’re here in my locker room. I want to know why you’re here in jOlt.” JCON stared at the ground for a second before letting his eyes drift over to Sweet Aroma. She smiled at him, the kind of smile that only someone who truly loved you could give you, that smile that moved past your eyes into your soul as she took his hand. Sylo took a moment to analyze that as well. The two just seemed to go together. “Well, Jay, I’ve done a lot of rotten things in my career. I’ve hurt a lot of good people that never deserved what happened to them. I suppose in a way this is my redemption. I guess, in some weird way, this is my chance to show everyone that I am a good man and not just some power hungry gold hound that’ll follow the guy in power like a good puppy and hope I get my shot. I guess it’s my chance to,” He looked from Sylo back to Aroma. “show certain people that they didn’t make a mistake when they took a chance on me.” Aroma smiled as JCON genuinely smiled back. Sylo had heard, more-so, seen enough. He extended his hand and JCON shook it. “Welcome to “Team Sylo”, no, I didn’t name it. Whatever, they can call us what they want, as long as we win,” Sylo’s expression was deadly serious. “We will. We’ll show them what an original Team Johnson can d-” JCON stopped as Sylo glared at him. His eyes flared a bit at the mention of his time in PIW. “We’ll show them why we’re better than any formation of Team Johnson could ever be,” JCON said with a smirk. “Works for me. See you out there. I have some business to handle before it’s show time.” Both took the hint and turned to leave. “Oh, and Aroma, watch out for him. I need him in that ring in one piece. I only tell you that since you wear the balls,” Aroma busted out laughing as JCON sneered at her. The two exited the locker room and Sylo could hear their playful banter all the way down the hall. He reflected on that for a moment; love. Love wasn’t a part of war, therefore, love wasn’t for Sylo. He had to admit to himself though it was good to see two people who had been lost in the dark find one another and become each other's light. And just like that he let it leave his mind. He picked up his phone, thumbed through it, took a deep breath, and let out one hell of a sigh as it rang. His brow furrowed as someone answered on the other side. Business as usual.  Demon of Dublin vs. Bane Loneheart 
"Nathan, I've heard rumblings about this new performer Damien Lee has signed and if the rumors are true; Bane Loneheart has no idea what he is in for." Michael Buhrman told Nathan Powers in anticipation to debut of jOlt's newest wrestler. "Eh, it doesn't matter who it is. Bane will find a way to get his hands on a lead pipe and teach this new guy who to respect immediately!" Nathan shot back. “Death Of The Gods” by Primordial began playing and beast of a man who was wearing an intricate mask that looked like a demon walked out from backstage and the entire crowd in attendance was silent. “Standing at six feet, eight inches!” “Weighing in at two hundred and seventy-eight pounds!” The man slowly walked to the ring not letting his eyes leave Bane Loneheart. “THE DEMON OF DUBLIN! IVAN BORODIN!” "The Demon of Dublin? This man got his nickname wrestling in Ireland's premier organization after he snapped inside of the ring and damn near killed his opponent, making him bleed with everything he could get his hands on! This man is demonic and the mask he wears tells the same story!" Buhrman informed Nathan Powers who just stammered in response. The man stopped and roared which caused the fans closest to him to react with surprise and shriek in fear and amazement at this behemoth. Bane Loneheart stepped back as the man called The Demon of Dublin stepped over the top rope and motioned for Bane to try. Bane, not hesitating at all, took the fight straight to Ivan. Punching him repeatedly over and over again in the stomach and the sides, Ivan shrugged off the attacks and pushed Bane back a little before once again roaring toward him and showcasing his might. "I don't think Ivan even felt that initial attack, Nathan." "Michael, Loneheart is about show this Ivan guy that he deserves respect!" Bane looked around the arena for a second before slapping Ivan so hard the sound echoed throughout the crowd and Ivan shoved Bane so hard he was forced out of the ring and Ivan took the moment to react to the crowd. Prompting Bane to look under the ring for a weapon, and it wasn’t much of a surprise when Bane pulled out a lead pipe. "I told you Michael, this is over. Damien Lee never should of put Bane in an Underground Rules match knowing that Bane has been attacking people with those lead pipes! Ivan is all but done now." Nathan shot at Buhrman. "You're probably right Nathan. The Demon of Dublin sure looks impress and the crowd seems to be enamored by him but we've seen the damage Loneheart is capable of doing with those lead pipes." Ivan motioned for Bane again; leaving the crowd quiet but intent on seeing what would happen. Bane swung the lead pipe. Ivan tried to block the attack but the connection was too much and his arm was momentarily out of commission. Bane hit Ivan in the shoulder and the small of the back forcing the big man to a knee before Bane finished it off. CLINK! Bane hit Ivan in the side of the head and Ivan hit the mat with a loud thud. Bane turned him over and pinned him trying to get the quick victory. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!! Ivan physically forced Bane into the air when he kicked out miraculously allowing Bane to land on his feet. Bane hit Ivan again with the pipe while Ivan was trying to get himself back to his feet. CLINK! “YOU WILL RESPECT ME!” Bane shouted as he threw the pipe down next to Ivan. "What'd I tell ya Mike? This match is over." Nathan spat sharply. Bane stepped back and leaned into the ropes to create momentum as he ran toward Ivan who was down on one knee again. “HOLY SHI—UGH!!” The Demon of Dublin, Ivan Borodin had quickly stood up and literally threw Bane Loneheart into the air. Bane just barely finished his phrase of shock before his face landed on the knee of The Demon. Bane staggered to his feet groggy and unaware of his surroundings. Then the monster of a man sprung into action and hit the opposite side of the ring and bounced back to the other in what seemed like two steps before he left the mat and kicked Bane Loneheart in the chest so hard he bounced to outside of the ring and Ivan Borodin stood up and shouted at the crowd. “RESPECT NOBODY!!” "Nathan, I think you spoke to soon." Buhrman told his colleague. "Shut up, Michael." Nathan said not liking the way Michael Buhrman said that. Ivan rolled out of the ring and walked over to Bane picking him up and hoisting him over his head, much to the delight and fascination of the fans. Ivan threw Bane in between the top and middle ropes and back into the ring, followed by the inevitable pin. ONE! TWO! THREE!  Ivan Borodin, The Demon of Dublin had won his debut match in jOlt. He picked up the lead pipe and looked at it before rubbing his shoulder with a grimace and dropping the pipe next to Bane’s head.  
The lights in the arena dropped to nothingness, as the jOlt Vision screen sparked to life. The same eerie scene that the fans had become accustom to over the previous weeks, and instead of standing in awe of the mask before them, they now began to cheer as the mask of Citizen came into picture. “Another week and we find another victim thrown onto the chopping block.” The enigmatic superstar started with the vocalizer in full effect. “Slowly, I have rid this tournament of the waste that steps into that ring and claim to be the best in the world. The best liars, the best hypocrites, and the best actors in the world; like lambs being led to the slaughter, you have all stepped into the ring with me and expected to pick up an easy win.” “I am your piper though, and I have led you all through the streets, and to your eventual demise. This is what they’ve done to all of you for years, they have played to the fact that you have cheered them and that you have booed them. The majority of them nothing like what they portray in the ring when they step through that curtain at the end of every match they put on for you.” “Nothing more than a show,” Citizen continued, “because they didn’t think you could handle the truth. They didn’t think that telling you the truth would matter in the least. I, however, know better and it’s apparent to me with the fact that you’ve began to follow that you’re not as dumb as the suits all imagine you to be. In fact, you grow more aware of the propaganda that is put before you the more you listen to my words.” “I do not seek your admiration though,” Citizen hissed, “that is not the mission at hand. My mission is wad through the filth of this tournament, bring my competition to their knees, and make them understand that the error of their ways cannot always be solved by a public relations specialist.” “Believe me when I say this, there is no manner of help that can bring you back from the nightmare that I have inflicted on you.” Citizen paused for a moment, “Once the people have seen that you’re nothing more than human, and that you are not a super human, there is no coming back from that. They lose faith in the fact that you are the good guy and can make the comeback. They lose faith in the fact that you are the biggest villain and that you will do anything to win.” “I am not, by any means, the biggest or the strongest man stepping into that ring.” Citizen continued, “Yet, I have managed to take out some of the biggest names that have set foot in this companies ring. I have taken bigger beatings than any other man in this company, yet I still manage to get back to my feet and defeat everyone that is put in front of me.” “Tonight, I have the chance to take out one of the biggest influences on this business in the form of the Unwanted Angel, Reno Davis.” Citizen paused, “Tonight, Reno, you will be subjected to the light at the end of the tunnel and just like those before you, will never be the same from it. Prepare yourself for the end!” The lights in the arena cued back up, and the screen died down as the fans we still left cheering
Ray made his way to the locker room area, making sure Keith was nowhere in sight. As he walked, he read the name on each door he passed. He finally came up on the one he was looking for. He stood there, the brief pause feeling like an eternity. For all those times of certainty in his career, this was an entirely different beast. Sure his guard was up, that was a given, but he also needed to do something. The camera panned around his frame and focused in on the name on the door, which read… SYLO. And with that, he knocked. KNOCK KNOCK The door opened and there stood the colossal superbeast, Sylo. “You come here for a fight?” Sylo said apathetically, before turning his back on Ray and walking over to the bench in the middle of the room. Not exactly what Ray had expected, but nothing was ever for certain with Sylo. “A fight? Of course not. Why would you think that?” Sylo was now seated, his eyes staring straight down at the floor. He did not both to even look at Ray, yet replied, “I remember you. I never forget a face, even if it’s covered. I know who you are and what you’ve done.” Ray stepped into the room. “I see. I think it’s safe to say I’m not the same guy I was before.” Sylo turned his head as his eyes pierced Ray’s, if only for a fragment of a second, before he brought his gaze back to the floor. “People never really change. It’s all the same shit, just wrapped up differently. The only ones that hold onto the concept of change are those who are guilty for what they’ve done. So what did you want, cause I’m busy.” Ray knew of Sylo’s fits of rage and bad temper, so he chose his words carefully. The last thing he wanted was to upset him, especially when his intentions were honorable. “I heard about your match tonight. Vince Jacobs, the Nashvillain, Derecho, and the West Texas Terrorists. You going out there alone sounds like a suicide mission. The odds are in their favor. You and I always ran in different circles, so I know you have no reason to trust me and that’s fine. I’m just saying, if you need me to go to battle with you tonight, I’m willing and able” Ray finished, waiting for Sylo’s impending response. Now Sylo’s focus was directly with Ray, eye-to-eye. “I assure you the odds are still in my favor. Regarding your help, I’ll have to decline.” “What for?” Ray said in bewilderment. “Sit down Ray.” Ray, unprepared for that response, sat down before he could consider it. Sylo calmly continued, “I don’t know who you think you are, but you’re not the Ray Chavez I remember. Even behind that mask, I recognize the face, but everything that comes out of your mouth is foreign to me. YOU are of no use to me, not like this. Tell me, why are you here?” “I was sent a contract…” Sylo quickly cut him off, “Why are you here?” “Sylo, it’s public knowledge already…” “Why are you here?” Sylo repeated. “I already told you. I also needed the cash” Ray said, struggling to find his words. “Same old worries about money, I see. Why are you here?” Ray stood up, uncomfortable with Sylo’s badgering question. “Damnit Sylo, it’s different now. You don’t understand.” Sylo realized Ray was deflecting, “Then make me understand. Why are you here?” Ray pounded his fist against a locker out of frustration, “because not everybody has a shitload of money like you do! I have my daughter to worry about. That’s why I’m here…” “Is that your shield Ray? You blame this meaningless existence on your daughter? A real man would have admitted that he thought he was unstoppable, until he got stopped. All those years of manipulating others, pulling your corporate strings, now your strings are getting pulled and you have no idea how to handle it. Am I warm yet? Now tell me why the hell you’re here!” Sylo shouted. Ray had forgotten about trying not to anger the Superbeast. A million thoughts were racing through his head, all at once. “What do you know anyways…” “I know you actually have convinced yourself to believe in all these lies you tell everybody. I didn’t come to you Ray, you came looking for me. You’re in my locker room, feeding me lines of bullshit. Last I heard, you don’t even talk to your daughter, so I’ll ask you again. Why… are… you… here?” This whole thing had gotten out of control. Ray was livid. “I’m work for jOlt now, it’s my damn job! No different from when I worked for LoC. I did what I had to do to support my wife and child. Who are you to judge me!?” “Why stop with the child right? Let’s put the rest of the blame on the dead wife. Is this what you’ve been reduced to?” Sylo said with a hint of disdain in his voice. That was the last straw. The gloves were off now. “You SON OF A BITCH! Don’t you talk about her!” Ray bellowed loudly. Sylo stood up and looked down at Ray. “Why are you here!” “BECAUSE IT’S ALL I HAVE LEFT!!!” Sylo did not pause for a second, “So why the fuck are you here then?” Ray could not think straight, his blood boiling with anger. “Because I’m sorry for all the wrongful shit I’ve done to people! Because I’ve fucked up my family worse than any one man can! Because I know I’m a better man than that! And every day I wake up, with this face… I realize I’m only happy when I’m in that ring! I’M HERE BECAUSE I LOVE WHAT I DO!!!” Ray finished that line with tear-filled eyes, all the emotion boiling over. Suddenly, Sylo wrapped his massive hand around Ray’s throat and pushed him hard into the lockers. CLANK! Sylo leaned in closer to Ray’s face, “Then why are you so afraid of me?” Ray flung his arms up, breaking the hold. With all his might, he pushed Sylo against the adjacent lockers. CLANK! It quickly sank in just what was about to happen. Ray readied himself, raising both his clenched fists, his chest heaving in and out. Sylo walked completely past Ray towards the door. Before exiting, he patted Ray on the back. “That’s all I needed. I’ll see you in the ring.” Citizen vs. Reno Davis  
Brad Arnold stood center of the ring, and as he finished his announcement for the upcoming match referee Jack Mehough stepped in and the two awaited the entrance of only undefeated men left in the tournament. “I Don’t Care” by Antidote blasted throughout the arena and from the back emerged the Unwanted Angel. Br> “Reno Davis is not feeling the love here tonight,” Powers began, “but who can blame the fans. Has he ever done anything for them over the span on his career? He’s cocky, brash, and he’s a hell of an in-ring competitor and he’s not afraid to let people know it.” “Making his way to the ring, weighing in tonight at one hundred and sixty-six pounds and hailing from Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada; HE IS RENO DAVIS!” As Arnold finished his announcement Davis made his way up the entrance steps and jumped through the ropes into the ring. He stood looking over the crowd with a cocky smile as his music faded. “Seeing Reno Davis make it this far into this tournament wasn’t much a stretch of the imagination.” Buhrman commented, “However, his opponent could possibly be one of the biggest Cinderella stories we’ve seen come through this sport in a long time.” “Would you really call him a Cinderella story at this point though Michael?” Power interjected, “This tournament is coming to a close soon, and Citizen has gone through some of the biggest names that have ever graced the jOlt ring. It’s obviously far from a fluke that he has done so well, but I’m afraid tonight his ticket may be up.” The lights in the arena died, the spotlight shown down on the entrance ramp, and the smoke began to roll onto the stage. “The End is Coming” by Sevendust began to blast throughout the arena, and the fans sparked to life as Citizen emerged from the cloud and onto the stage. “You may feel that his time is over in this tournament, Nathan.” Buhrman commented, “But you’ve got to admit that the fans have really begun to stand behind his message. Just listen to the ovation he is getting!” “Making his way to the ring, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-five pounds and hailing from New York City, New York; HE IS CITIZEN!” Arnold finished his announcements for the match, and quickly made his exit from the ring. Citizen slid into the ring under the bottom rope on his right thigh and quickly popped back up to the center. A quick glance in the direction of Reno Davis, and Citizen made his way to his corner. Mehough looked to both men and then signaled for the start of the match. DING! DING! DING! “This match should be one of the best pure wrestling matches we’ve seen through the duration of the Underground Tournament.” Buhrman stated. “On paper, both of these men stack up perfectly, and their wrestling styles mirror each other better than anyone else we’ve seen. So, I really can’t disagree with that comment, Michael.” Powers added. Davis and Citizen both circled the ring, waiting for the other to make the first move. Davis wasn’t one to back down from a fight, but needless to say he was definitely happy that it was Citizen he was facing tonight instead of Extreme. The former International Champion wasn’t giving up much size or weight advantage to his opponent tonight, but he knew exactly what Citizen was all about and he had seen how easily it was for him to come back during his last two bouts. Davis quickly rushed Citizen, and while Citizen looked to lock up with Davis in a collar and elbow tie-up, instead Reno brought a boot up between his legs. The fans in the arena, at least those of the male persuasions, all groaned at the sight as Citizen dropped to his knees. “So much for this being a pure wrestling match!” Buhrman commented. “That made my fun bags hurt just watching it.” Powers looked very uncomfortable as he made his comments. Davis turned toward the ropes and rushed to them as quickly as he could. He bounced off and upon returning to Citizen he jumped, grabbed hold of his head, and brought him twisting to the mat with a tornado DDT. “I can’t honestly say I’ve ever seen that move preformed on an opponent that was on his knees! How in the world did Davis get that much force going down to twist Citizen up like that?” Powers screamed ecstatically. Davis jumped back to his feet and knowing that Citizen was down he rushed toward the ropes. Reno ran up the turnbuckles and ended at the top, then jumped off just as quickly as he scaled. “The Upbeat Tempo!” Buhrman shouted. “That’s the reason people tune into this company two times a week! Have you ever seen anyone in any other promotion in the world that was able to hit a double back flip moonsault! No, you haven’t and you’re not going to either, because we’ve got Reno Davis and you don’t!” Powers continued even more excited than earlier. Reno quickly made his way to his feet, and that cocky smile on his face was bigger than before the beginning of the match. In the back of his mind, he knew that he had Citizen beaten, and there was nothing he could do about it. The combination of moves that he just hit should have very easily knocked any normal man out. Mehough knelt down in front of Citizen to check and make sure he was knocked completely out, but before he even had the chance to ask anything Citizen grabbed hold of the referee’s shirt and shoved him backward. Reno’s cocky smile quickly disappeared as Citizen began crawling toward the ropes. Davis dropped to the mat and rolled out of the ring, he lifted the apron and began searching for anything he could find. The Unwanted Angel produced a steel chair, a Singapore cane, and a stop sign; he threw all of them into the ring and quickly made his way back in as well. Citizen had made his way to the ropes, and was slowly beginning to pull his way back to his feet. Davis now back on his feet in the ring grabbed hold of the Singapore cane and made his way over to Citizen. Davis drew the cane back like it was a baseball bat and brought it across the back of Citizen. Citizen cringed as the shot connected with his spine, but he continued to fight his way back toward his feet. Reno drew the cane back again, and as Citizen finally rested with his back against the ropes. Davis brought the cane down atop the crown of his head, the fans in arena waited for the knees of Citizen to buckle and for him to fall to the ground. “Is this man human?” Powers questioned. Citizen pushed off of the ropes and started making his way toward Davis, who was in full backtrack mode now. Davis drew back with the cane one last time and sent it swinging in toward the ribs of Citizen. The masked enigma caught the cane and jerked it free of the hands of Davis. The cocky smile graced Reno’s face again as he looked to draw back and punt Citizen in the crotch again, but instead Citizen was quick enough to drive the handle of the cane into Reno’s gut. Citizen then brought the cane up again and over the back of Davis. He then threw the cane to the ground, wrapped Davis up in an underhook position and found his positioning. “Holy crap!” Buhrman shouted, “Citizen just planted Reno Davis head first on that steel chair with the Merciful Judgment!” Citizen quickly rolled to his feet, and made his way to the nearest corner. He waited as Davis began to slowly crawl back to his feet, and once Davis pushed his way out of what looked like a three point stance, Citizen burst from the corner. Davis turned just as Citizen leapt into the air, and caught Reno square in the face with the Busaiku knee attack. Reno fell to the mat and the back of his head bounced off of the stop sign that he had brought into the ring. Mehough quickly dropped to check on Davis, who was literally seeing stars, and then quickly turned to signal the end of the match. “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match via knockout and the only undefeated man left standing in the Underground Championship Tournament, CITIZEN!” Brad Arnold announced from ringside, and inside the ring Mehough raised Citizen’s arm in victory as the crowd continued to cheer. Sevendust blasted throughout the arena again, and suddenly all of the lights in the arena cued up. The cheering quickly turned to a hiss. “Looks like he showed up after all,” Powers started, “did he just arrive though, or has he been standing at the top of the ramp this entire match?” The man he was making reference to was none other than the reigning Underground Champion, Derecho. The champ stood looking down at the ring for a brief moment before turning and making his way into the backstage area. “With only three men left in this tournament, Citizen has punched his ticket to the finals at Countdown with his win tonight. This week on Warriors though we find out whom he will be facing for the right to go against Derecho at Divide and Conquer.” Buhrman commented. “The question at this point though,” Powers started, “is just exactly who will Citizen face for the shot? Will Reno Davis get a chance at redemption, or will Khristian Keller continue on his undefeated streak in the lower tier of this tournament. Find out on Warriors!”  
Aria Murphy was never one to back down from a challenge. She would gladly take on any man in jOlt if it meant being able to show everyone that she was, in fact, one of the best wrestlers in the world. She's a former LoC Flyweight Champion and has been the sole owner of the Starlet Championship for years. No female wrestler has been able to hold a candle to the Stone Angel in the ring.
Until tonight... She came out of nowhere and drove a hard elbow into the back of Aria Murphy's head. Towering over the Starlet Champion, the girl must have been at least 6 feet tall. Well-muscled and toned, she was intimidating and yet she still had a delicately beautiful face ... even while she was snarling and driving forearms into Aria back and shoulders. Aria dropped to her knees on the hard pavement and her young, blonde assailant lifted her up by the back of her shorts. She tossed Aria through the curtain and out onto the entrance stage, much to the shock of the Arena of Champions crowd. She grabbed a microphone. "Well, if it isn't the Queen of the Starlets," she said sarcastically. "Come here tonight to wrassle with the big boys, huh? Tryin' to make a big statement, sweetie? Well, honey, you ain't even gonna get that far." With each sentence the woman snuffed Aria's face with her red cowboy boot. "Darlin'," she continued, "I'm here for the same damn reason. To make a big statement. An' here's mine." She lifted Aria Murphy up one again and hoisted her into a powerbomb position. Running with the Starlet Champion on her shoulders, the young woman tosed Aria Murphy off the stage and through a table full of electrical equipment. Sparks flew like the 4th of July while Aria's attacker stood on the stage admiring her handiwork. "Y'all may not know who I am. Well, I'm Daryn Thompson ... daughter of the great Dusty Thompson and granddaughter of the legendary Alan Thompson. This is my statement. At Divide & Conquer I'm coming for Aria Murphy's throne and there ain't nothing that can stop me." "Blood, Milk, and Sky" by White Zombie. Roof. Blown. Off. Rune Winters was back, shovel and all. "Daryn, is it?" The third generation Starlet nodded her head and mouthed, "What the hell do you want?" "We haven't met, I'm Rune Winters. Affetionately known as "The Baddest Motherfucker Here" and, um, I hate to be the one to inform you of this but I've been appointed by Damien Lee to come out here and hit you upside that pretty face with a shovel ... repeatedly." Daryn Thompson was full-on screaming at Rune Winters. Saying something about him not being able to do exactly what his job was to do. She was new here, obviously. "Shhhhhhh. I don't know where you think you are but this isn't the kitchen. You're not in control here. I'm in control here and I have a shovel, so you're going to shut your mouth and open your ears. "You can't possibly be so stupid as to believe that you can come out here in front of everyone, toss Aria Murphy into a goddamn table, and just get away with it. I mean ... do you know who I am?" "I know who you are." The crowd went insane as Chris Titan emerged from the behind the curtain and lunged at Rune Winters, causing the BMFH to drop his trusty shovel and smile. The two old emenies began trading lefts and rights on the stage. No resting, no aiming - just shot after shot after shot to each other's faces. Shades of years past but Rune had come a long way since Chris Titan had christened him the reigning king of hardcore, he drove his knee into Titan's gut and cleared his lungs of all air. "This makes my job a lot easier, Chris. You come to me and I knock your teeth down your throat. Lee pays me and we're all happy, you mostly because you're concussed. Now, where's my...?" *WHOCK!* *WHOCK! WHOCK! WHOCK! WHOCK! WHOCK! WHOCK! WHOCK!* After clubbing Rune Winters right in the face with his own shovel, Daryn Thompson proceeded to flatten his face in with blow after blow. Chris Titan regained his breath and snatched the shovel out of Daryn's hand. She pointed to Rune Winters on the ground, trying to shake the cobwebs out and Titan nodded. *WHOCK!* Chris Titan swung for the fences and Rune Winters was out. Daryn Thompson immediately gave Titan a hug and a kiss on his cheek. Titan looked the rookie Starlet up-and-down and smirked, then went in for the kill with a forceful make-out session. He pulled away and winked at Daryn, who smiled back at him. *WHOCK!* And down she went. Chris Titan stood atop the bodies of Rune Winters and Daryn Thompson with Rune's shovel held high over his head, screaming at the top of his lungs. It appeared as if the inmates were still very much running this asylum. 
When you are a historical Luchadore family, it only makes sense that you get your own locker room, even if you don’t have a televised match on the show. We are live in the Clan Avispa locker room; Avispa Guerrero II, Hija de un Gran Avispa, and Avispa Campeon Jr talk in the background as La Avispa Grande makes his way over to the other side of the room. The camera zooms out to see the Jolt Flyweight Champion with his respective championship over his shoulder as he leans against the wall. If we could see his face through his mask, one would think he is lost in thought. His uncle places his hand on his shoulder briefly causing Avispa Ultima to turn around. “Have you heard about the tournament coming up?” Tournament? There is a tournament being planned? We have yet to hear of any such thing. Avispa Ultima shakes his head before looking at the title on his shoulder, “I have to worry about Cordova and Cano before worrying about that.” “True.” Is the only response from his uncle, “I have faith in you, never forget that.” Ultima nods his head again before Grande walks off  
"There are just too many elements at play in this main event," Lee shook his head, before removing his glasses and rubbing his eye, "As long as this night ends without the loss of more talent, or a lawsuit from a fan... heck, I'll chalk it up as a win."Damien Lee was on the walk back to his Skybox office, having left earlier not only to grab some coffee but to make sure his ship was still on the right course tonight. With Divide & Conquer ever closer iNtense's were getting more, well, intense. And as it was, Lee had spoken much too soon. Slumped against the door to the Skybox sat the battered and bloodied body of Phoenix. It was a shocking sight to behold, a man who had up until this point appeared so control… was now so lost, and he sat against the door not exactly up straight, slumped slightly to one side. “Christ…” was the only word that could escape Lee’s lips. He ran up to Phoenix, and knelt before the gold and white colored Masked Enigma… who’s mask now had a large patch of crimson and who’s upper-body held welts. “Phoenix… Phoenix!” Lee raised his voice, and waved his hand in front of the masked man’s face before sighing, realizing the inanity of trying to see if a man with a full-face mask on, was still conscious. So naturally, Lee went to remove the man’s mask. GAAASP! Suddenly Phoenix’s hand shot up and caught Damien Lee’s, causing the current General Manager of jOlt to jump back in shock and surprise. Phoenix’s sharp, hard gasp only caused Lee to gasp as well. “Phoenix, can you hear me? How bad off are you? Listen, I’m going to get the medics…” “It was him…” Phoenix mumbled for a moment, before coughing, “In the land of the blind… how could I be so blind… it was HIM…” “It was…” Damien Lee shook his head, as he tried to reassure Phoenix, “Listen, if you know who your attacker is, you have to tell me. Was it Bane? Someone in the main event tonight… damn it, the main event.” Damien Lee’s mind went to the 10-Man Main Event for the night, Sylo’s team was now short one member. All Damien Lee asked for… was one thing, and one thing only. Lee was snapped back into the moment as Phoenix waved him off. “No. No, sir. I can’t… can’t do that.” Phoenix continued, trying to push his bloody and bruised body up off the floor, though still obviously disoriented, “This can’t be someone else’s problem. Can’t be Rune Winters… fun. I have a responsibility to my friend, One Eye.” Damien Lee sighed, and once again shook his head. Damn it, even the good men who were standing up against the chaos couldn’t work with him. “You WILL tell me if you know who did this, this cannot go on ANY longer.” Damien Lee said once again, this time with much firmer language. “I agree, sir…” Phoenix continued to speak, as he slowly pushed himself up to his feet using the wall as support, “This cannot go on any longer. Which is why I plan to stop it. Stop it, in the ring…” Phoenix reached out and clutched Lee by the shoulder, as the Golden Masked Enigma stepped forward, “But first I have my first jOlt main event to atten—“ As Phoenix took his first step away from the wall, the man in Gold and White (and now crimson) crumpled to the floor. It seems thanks to his attack, at the hands of a man he refused to turn in, Phoenix would NOT be a part of the main event. Lee, his hand on the weary and battered superstar’s shoulder, yelled down the hall. “Medic, get me the MEDIC DOWN HERE!”  Superstar Vince Jacobs, Derecho, The Nashvillain, & West Texas Terrorists vs. Sylo, Jonathan Conspiracy, Ray Chavez, Jason Rau & Wippit Guud 
“God’s Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash The people in the arena stood up and booed as the Relentless Champion, The Nashvillian stepped out from the backstage area with the title over his shoulder. With him were the two guys who made quite the impression on Rock the House… Ezra and Eli Conway, collectively known as the West Texas Terrorists. Their impressive victory over Sam Sweet Lennox Love earned them a spot in tonight’s main event. Ezra and Eli stepped to one side while Nashvillian stepped to the other side. “One Reason” by Fade The people continued to boo as the next man out was the Underground Champion, Derecho! Derecho had the championship firmly around his waist. The look on Derecho’s face was as focused as ever and one must wonder how he will handle this match which will be his first match in jOlt that doesn’t involve Underground rules. We’ll have to see if Derecho can contain himself, but for now, he stepped to the side and joined Nashvillian on the right side of the stage "Villain" by Theory of a Deadman The final piece of the puzzle… the Legacy Champion himself, “Superstar” Vince Jacobs stepped out from the backstage area. He stepped right between Derecho and Eli Conway and the five of them stood side by side. It was a sight to behold. As the music continued to play, they all made their way down to the ring together. Derecho and SVJ entered the ring first followed by Nashvillian and the Terrorists. They all made their way to the center of the ring where Derecho and Nash held their belts up in the air as did SVJ behind them. One each side, the Terrorists raised their fist. It was a clear display of the dominance they believe they held. Soon, that theory would be tested. “No Church in the Wild” - Kanye West and Jay-Z. The fans jumped to their feet as JCON played up to the fans as he made his way through the curtain. Sweet Aroma followed her man, smile from ear to ear, as JCON kissed her for good luck and turned his attention to the men in the ring. JCON slid over to the right side of the stage as his music slowly died down. JCON jumped up and down a little, simultaneously getting the last few kinks out and pumping himself up. After all, those rednecks, especially Nash, were about to pay. “Passive” – A Perfect Circle Australian-born Jason Rau stepped out to mild cheers from the fans. This man was coming off three losses, but had every intention of turning that losing streak around. He raised both fists high in the air then pounded on the left side of his chest. He pointed out at a couple fans in the audience before walking to the right and standing next to his partner for the night, JCON. Equalizer... cued up to the fans excitement. “Sacrifice” (Eq Mix) – Atom Smash Ray Chavez stepped out from behind the curtain as the soft blue lights reflected off his eerie white mask. His manager, Keith Kane, followed close behind with a huge smile on his face, bouncing his head in a bobble-like motion as the fans continued cheering. Ray only had to stand there as the ovation grew louder. After looking from the left side to the right, Ray slowly stepped to the left side of the stage. Lights...out. Johnny Cash would follow. “And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder. One of the four beasts sang come and see and I saw. And behold! A white horse. And his name that sat on him... Was death. And hell...followed with him.” “Miracle (Pale horse remix)” - Nonpoint. A blinding white explosion went off signaling Sylo meanwhile engulfing everyone on the stage from view. When the light died down Sylo stood dead center of the other three men on the stage. Keith Kane kept his distance, after all, he had said a lot of bad things about Sylo in LoC and a lot of good things about Jim Johnson. With what Sylo had done to those kinds of people it was just best to stand in the corner and piss like a scolded dog. Add in the fact that Sylo was in probably the worst mood he could be in and you wanted to stay clear. Obviously Vince Jacobs was too stupid to get that memo. “That it? I knew you’d probably pull something together but wow, talk about underwhelming,” Jacobs laughed as the rest of “Team SVJ” started in. “You thought that was it? No, these three are just the ones you actually know about. Aria went down, Phoenix went down, and I wonder why that is? Could it be....fear, Vince? You want the fifth man? Okay. I made a phone call and that call was answered.” Sylo just dropped the mic and left it at that. There is a kind of awkward silence in the arena, with a buzz in the fans wondering if someone else was going to come out. After 30 seconds, it appears this match was indeed going to be 5 on- * BONG * As single bell tolls, and the lights go out in the arena. * BONG * What was probably the most known piece of music in all of wrestling, "Graveyard Symphony" began to play as dark blue lights came on, and the main entrance began to fill with smoke. Periodic strobe lights were punctuated by peals of thunder, and a shadow appeared in the entranceway. He paused for a moment, just a silhouette against a white backlight, and the fans of jOlt were a mixed bag between shock and awe. Draped in a trenchcoat, the dead man from death valley walked onto the stage. The arena filled with soft light as thousands of lit lighters were held above heads. In the ring, even those whose team he would be on looked on with shock - could this really be happening? Wait a second; something was wrong. As the lone figure stood there it became obvious he was a bit shorter than 6'10". By at least a foot! The shadowy man slowly raised his head up, arms at his side, and then in true Undertaker fashion, suddenly raised his arms to turn on the house lights. He also seemed to throw the jacket off at the same time, and the music- "Raise a little hell, raise a little hell, raise a little hell!" Nuts to you, Undertaker. This guy got a bigger pop than you'll ever get in jOlt. The man stood there bouncing his head back and forth, wearing a black pilgrim hat of all things… WIPPIT GUUD! And you thought the shock on the people in the area was big, for Taker? Wip did a few pelvic thrusts to his music, which eventually died down. Wippit walked over to the left side of the stage, giving his former tag team partner, The Equalizer, a playful hug. He moved next to Sylo throwing the hat at him. “You know it’s not Thanksgiving, Chris. What the fuck?” Sylo asked, a little amused, bad mood aside. “Yeah but we’re still about to take it to a few Turkeys!” Wippit said, grin plasted on his face. Everyone on the face did their own facepalm as the five men composed themselves and made their way to the ring. There was much discussion as to who would start off the match. It looked as if Eli Conway and Ray Chavez were selected to begin things. Once both teams settled and were in their respective corners, the referee was about to signal for the bell but he stopped himself because something caught his eye. Apparently it caught the eyes of the entire audience as well as they stood up on their feet and cheered! Phoenix had arrived!!! With no music, Phoenix just staggered out from the backstage area. There were referees and trainers trying to advise Phoenix that he’s too injured to compete, but Phoenix just stared down at the ring and pointed right at Derecho where he screamed “DERECHO! It... it was never you. DAMN IT, IT WAS NEVER YOU, IT WAS HIM! IT WAS HIM ALL ALONG!” Derecho looked at Phoenix with a cold stare. Phoenix had his attention, but it's as if Derecho didn't care because he knew he was innocent. Derecho just looked at Phoenix as the officials and trainers held him back. Finally, they calmed him down and convinced Phoenix that he shouldn’t be out here risking his health any further. They finally start to bring him to the back. The referee calls for the bell and right away we get “WIPPIT” chants all throughout the arena. Eli and Chavez circled each other in the ring before they locked up. Chavez went into a side head lock and then hit a quick snapmare which sent Eli to a seated position. Chavez then lined up his foot with Eli’s spine and hit a quick kick to the upper back. Chavez measured up Eli again and hit another quick kick. Chavez then pulled Eli up to his feet and sent him into the ropes. Eli bounced back and hit the shoulder block on Chavez. Eli took off to the ropes once again, but Chavez popped up and made Eli eat a back elbow to the face which knocked him down to the canvas. Eli popped back up and had his chest lit up with a knife edge chop. Chavez fired another chop into the chest of Eli and then sent him off to the ropes, but Eli reversed it and sent Chavez for the ride instead. Eli scooped up Chavez off the rebound and nailed a power slam in the middle of the ring! Chavez stood up holding his lower back as Eli measured him up and dropped him again with a lariat. Chavez staggered back up as Eli backed him against the ropes and fired him off. Eli telegraphed the back body drop, but Chavez stopped it with a stiff kick to the chest. Eli staggered back as Chavez charged in, but Eli dropped down and hit a drop toe hold which caused Chavez to fall across the middle rope. Eli got a running start and drove his knee into the upper back of The Equalizer. Eli took off to the ropes and hit another running knee into Chavez’s upper back. Eli grabbed Chavez in a side headlock and dragged him over to the corner where he tagged his brother Ezra Conway. Ezra and Eli shot Chavez off to the ropes. When Chavez hit the ropes there was a blind tag by Mr. One Letter Better himself, Jonathan Conspiracy. The Terrorists hit a double shoulder tackle on Chavez, but didn’t see JCON leap to the top rope and springboard off with a missile drop kick. One leg for Ezra, one for Eli! Eli rolled out of the ring as JCON pulled Ezra back to his feet and sent him off to the ropes. JCON leaped up and dropped him with a nice drop kick that took Ezra back down to the canvas. Ezra staggered back to his feet as JCON backed him into the ropes and shot him across the ring again. JCON hit a toe kick to double Ezra over and then took off to the ropes, but when he rebounded, Ezra pivotted and almost took JCON’s head off with a big time clothesline! JCON is pulled back up to his feet where Ezra hit an inverted atomic drop and headed to the ropes. He bounced off and nailed a running big boot to the face that put JCON down hard. Ezra walked over to his corner where he tagged in the Underground Champion Derecho. When Derecho stepped into the ring, he felt a slap on his shoulder from the Relentless Champion, Nashvillian. Derecho turned and looked at Nash who asked if he could have him. Derecho nodded and stepped out and in came Nash. As JCON got back to his feet, Nash walked over and pounded him in the head with a big right hand. Nash then unloaded on him with another right and another! At one point, Nash asked “You want more?” and threw a haymaker that put JCON down. The fans booed and then started up a “WE WANT WIPPIT” chant. Wippit warmed up on the ring apron and called out to JCON for the tag. The fans were rallying behind JCON to pull it together. Nash just watched as JCON crawled toward his corner, but as he got close, Nash dropped his big frame onto JCON’s lower back with a massive elbow drop. “You ain’t goin’ nowhere, son” yelled Nash as he stood up and dropped another big elbow across JCON’s back. While JCON was on his stomach, Nash locked in a back mounted inverted face lock. Sylo would not stand by and watch this happen. He entered the ring and immediately Nash broke the hold. The referee was holding Sylo back and Nash used this opportunity to kick JCON right between the legs as he layed there. The people booed Nash profusely as he walked over and tagged in the Underground Champion, Derecho. Derecho stepped into the ring and then looked back at Nash, making sure it was okay to actually enter the match this time. After sensing that he could enter, Derecho walked over to JCON and pulled him up to his feet, but JCON fired off a punch to the stomach of Derecho which halted him for a brief moment. JCON hit another punch to the stomach and then a European uppercut to the chin which staggered Derecho back. JCON turned and lunged to his corner. Both Wippit and Sylo had their hands out. JCON reached out for the nearest piece of human flesh and made the tag. Which one got it? The one with the blue hair! Sylo entered the ring as Derecho looked up and saw him step in. Sylo and Derecho walked to the center of the ring and stood there face to face. There was some history between these two and now they both were known as the monsters of jOlt as both have laid their own respective paths of destruction thus far. Many wondered what would happen if these two would collide and now that question was about to be answered. “BRING IT YOU BLUE-HAIRED BITCH!” Derecho screamed at Sylo as he slapped him right across the face! Not something you want to do to someone like Sylo because that just got his attention! Sylo swung with a big right hand, but Derecho ducked and moved to the side where he retaliated with quick kicks to the leg of Sylo! Sylo hobbled away, but Derecho continued to kick Sylo in the same leg. Derecho then quickly switched to forearm shots to the face and then rapid fire lefts and rights… combination blows to the skull of Sylo! This has Sylo backed into a corner! This is a sight to behold… Sylo being dominated by the monster of the Underground division! Sylo covers up his face and waits for an opening. Once he sensed one, Sylo shoved Derecho away and down to the canvas. Derecho got right back up, but Sylo explodes out of the corner and nails a clothesline that damn near takes Derecho out of his boots! Derecho staggers up to his feet as Sylo hooks him and nails an overhead belly to belly suplex on Derecho! Derecho staggers back up as Sylo grabs him by the neck with both hands, but Derecho breaks free! Derecho nails a knee to the stomach and then quickly hooks his arm around Sylo’s neck and then scoops him up and over with an Exploder Suplex! Sylo then pops up as Derecho charges back in, but Sylo hits a knee to the stomach to return the favor. Sylo then grabs Derecho and tosses him over with a Northen Lights Suplex. Derecho staggers back to his feet as he’s now near the ropes. Sylo charges in, but Derecho uses his Sylo’s momentum to lift him up and over to the outside, but Sylo grabs Derecho’s head on the way over and in one smooth move, hot shot’s Derecho’s head across the top rope as Sylo falls to the outside where he lands ringside, on his feet, displaying amazing agility for a 7’1” 335lb frame! Derecho staggers forward and drops to a knee as he loses his balance. Sylo slides back into the ring and damn near takes Derecho’s head off with a running big boot to the face. What Sylo doesn’t see is SVJ now perched up on top of the turnbuckle pads. SVJ flies off and nails a missile drop kick to the back of Sylo which causes him to fall forward. Jason Rau then leaps over the top rope and charges in at SVJ and nails him with a stiff forearm strike that knocks him down. Rau then sees Derecho staggering to his feet and he wants a bit of payback for getting stretchered out back on Warriors. Rau kicks Derecho right in the face and then pulls him up to his feet where he scoops him up into the tombstone position, but when he’s about to hit it, SVJ lunges in and kicks Jason Rau right in the face with the Superstar Kick! Derecho falls to the canvas, but SVJ helps him back up. Derecho and SVJ then begin to pound away on the back of Sylo as Rau rolls out of the ring. Derecho and SVJ take turns laying in the punches to Sylo. As Sylo is staggered, Derecho hits a kick to the leg of Sylo that he worked on earlier. This brought Sylo down to a knee. SVJ then grabbed Sylo by the head and spiked him with DDT into the canvas. It didn’t keep jOlt’s monster down for long as Sylo staggered back up to his knees and Derecho lunged in with the Shining Wizard! Sylo went down, but he still fought back up! The amount of punishment he has taken and answered from just proves he is one of the monsters of jOlt! Derecho and SVJ backed Sylo against the ropes, but Sylo fought back with an elbow to the side of SVJ’s head and then a big right hand to Derecho’s skull! Both Derecho and SVJ staggered back. Sylo then charged in, but both SVJ and Derecho recovered enough to hit a double team drop toe hold that caused Sylo to smack face first into the canvas. Derecho and SVJ formulated a plan. Jacobs went to the corner and ascended the turnbuckle pads as Derecho brought Sylo up to his feet. Derecho then grabbed a dazed Sylo and shot him off to the ropes. Derecho picked up Sylo and in a display of power, pivoted and planted him with a massive Double A style spinebuster! SVJ then leapt off the top rope as Derecho moved out of the way, and nailed the Five Star! His patented frog splash connected! Derecho then quickly headed to the corner and ascended the turnbuckle pads and leapt off with a Frog Splash of his own that connected! Derecho went for, if you could believe it, the first cover of this match! One…. Two… Sylo kicked out with authority!! After taking all of that, Sylo still had that much power to kick out! Derecho and SVJ brought Sylo back to his feet and then shot him off to the ropes. Both were about to take off, but Jason Rau reached in from the outside and tripped up Derecho! SVJ charged in alone and Sylo damn near took his head off with a massive clothesline! SVJ rolled out of the ring as Jason Rau pulled Derecho to the outside! Eli and Ezra Conway then entered the ring to try and take out Sylo, but Sylo turned nailed them both with a double shoulderblock! The Relentless Champion, Nashvillian stepped into the ring and tried to shoulder block Sylo, but Sylo stood his ground. He challenged Nash to try it again and Nash did so, but Nash leapt into the air instead with a running cross body that put Sylo down. Nash then mounted Sylo and began to lay in the punches. JCON then hopped into the ring and nailed a running seated drop kick, planting both feet into the face of Nashvillian! Meanwhile on the outside, Jason Rau threw Derecho into the barricades at ringside and then nailed a running knee to the stomach which caused Derecho to double over. Rau then nailed an elbow to the upper back of Derecho then tried to whip him into the ring apron, but Derecho reversed it and drove Rau back first into the apron.. that already tender back from when he took the Emerald Flowsion on top of the ladder was now re-aggrevated! With Rau incapacitated, Derecho slid back into the ring and grabbed JCON from behind. He spun him around and hooked him for a side Russian leg sweep, but JCON threw an elbow into the side of Derecho’s head and broke free. He quickly hooked Derecho into an inverted DDT and lifted! Co-Conspirator!! Derecho, the legal man, was laid out as Sylo got back to his feet. Sylo saw Nash staggering to his feet as well, but also saw Derecho, the legal man. JCON then rolled out of the ring and checked on Jason Rau on the outside. Sylo had a decision to make and then decided to go after the sure thing. Sylo bent over and picked Derecho up off the canvas and then lifted him up onto his shoulders. Sylo finally got Derecho positioned right where he wanted him when Vince Jacobs slid back into the ring and nailed a flying forearm to Sylo, saving Derecho from a Systematic Shutdown! Eli and Ezra Conway both got back into the ring and joined SVJ in stomping away on Sylo. The crowd was really chanting for Wippit Guud and Wippit couldn’t take it anymore! The crowd exploded into cheers! Wippit stepped into the ring and nailed a forearm to Derecho, then one to Eli, then one to Ezra, then one to SVJ! Nashvillian staggered to his feet and Wippit nailed a forearm to him as well. Derecho staggered forward and Wippit kicked him in the stomach and nailed him with a DDT! Wippit kipped up back to his feet when Eli and Ezra both hit a toe kick.. they then hooked Wippit for the double uranage suplex… but Wippit elbowed his way out of the hold. He quickly hooked the head of Eli with a chancery and the head of Ezra with a uranage hold. Wippit then fell back with a DDT/Flatliner combo on the West Texas Terrorists! Jacobs then dropped a double axe handle on Wippit, preventing him from getting up. Eli and Ezra rolled back out of the ring as Jacobs brought Wippit to his feet. Jacobs then sent Wippit to the ropes, but Wippit went into a handspring and then into the kick! WHIPSMACK! Jacobs rolled out of the ring and Nash charged in next. Wippit then hit a toe kick to the stomach and then an enziguri to the side of Nash’s head! Nash collapsed to the canvas and rolled out of the ring as well. Wippit then stood tall in the middle of the ring as he single-handedly took out everyone that stood in his way! The fans were going nuts! “WIPPIT! WIPPIT! WIPPIT” By this time, Jason Rau and Jonathan Conspiracy were back up on their respective corner. The members of the other team… all around ringside. Wippit then called for a dive as SVJ, Nash, and the Terrorists all regrouped by the entrance ramp. Wippit got a head start and then flipped over the top with a tope con hilo, wiping out the team once again! The crowd was going ballistic as Wippit Guud single-handedly took out the majority of jOlts champions! Back in the ring, Sylo and Derecho both got back to their feet. Most of the chaos simmered and the two legal men stood toe to toe once again. Right hand by Derecho Right hand by Sylo Right hand by Derecho Right hand by Sylo Another right by Sylo And another and another and one more to put Derecho down! Sylo then walked over and tagged Ray Chavez back into the match. Chavez came back in and pulled Derecho back up to his feet. Derech was quick to deliver several quick shots into Chavez’s midsection. Ray fired back with a few right hands of his own to the head. Ray used his strength to lift Derecho high in the air and drape him neck-first over the top rope, slingshotting him back onto the mat. Keith Kane jumped up and down outside the ring as the fans cheered. Chavez picked up Derecho once again and hit him with a Half Nelson Back Breaker out of nowhere! Derecho’s body twisted on the mat as he held his lower back in pain. Chavez then signaled for the end as he hoisted Derecho up onto his shoulders.. D\/D – Death Valley Driver! Chavez went for the cover and many sensed this one to be over! One…. Two…. Three…. NO! Chavez didn’t notice that after the impact, Derecho was close enough to the ropes for him to stretch a leg out and drape it across the bottom rope! By this time, Wippit had made his way back around ringside and hopped back up onto the apron and rejoined JCON and Jason Rau. Chavez then signaled for one more and the people couldn’t be more than pleased to see it. Chavez then hoisted Derecho up into a vertical suplex, then hit him with a thunderous Shouten, a move he liked to call The Saturday Night Special! Chavez was about to make the cover when he noticed Jason Rau out of the corner of his eye begging for the tag. After knowing what happened to him, Chavez understood that this would be the moment of payback for him. Chavez obliged and tagged Rau into the match. Rau then ascended the turnbuckle pads and took aim on Derecho. He leapt off with a diving headbutt and it connected! Rau then screamed “You’ll pay for what you did to me” as he held his mid-section in pain. Rau then pulled Derecho to his feet. Derecho did not hesitate as he dropped Rau with a forearm shot to the temple. Derecho whipped around and grabbed a handful of Ray’s hair as he was on his way to his corner. With a rough tug, he brought Chavez down onto the mat, even ripping a small portion of Ray’s hair in the process. Rau was up now as JCON quickly slapped his back in a blind tag. Once Chavez was on his feet again, he charged at Derech with everything he had and went for a wild spinning lariat that was sure to take his head off! Derecho dived out of the way as Chavez’s lariat caught an unexpecting Rau with force! The impact sent Rau flipping over the top rope, as he landed head-first in an awkward position on the mat. Chavez looked down at Rau, not realizing what he had done. Derecho seized the opportunity and dropkicked Ray from behind, sending the masked man over the top rope and onto the mat. Derecho makes a diving tag to SVJ as JCON rushes over. SUPERSTAR KICK! Sylo and Wippit are about to step in, but Nashvillian and the West Texas Terrorists quickly circle around ringside! Eli Conway grabs onto Sylo’s leg. Ezra pulls down Wippit and drops him with a short arm clothesline. While they are all preoccupied, SVJ goes for the cover on JCON! One…. Two… THREE!!!! Sylo can only stare on as Nash and Ezra hold him back… DING DING DING!! Derecho was still fighting with Chavez on the opposite side of the ring, near the ramp. Each one trading back and forth shots. Wippit jumped onto Nash’s back out of nowhere, applying a sleeper hold as Nash ran a few paces and tried to flip him off. Sylo watched all the commotion and grabbed both Conway twins by their hair. THUD! He slammed both of them into each other face-first as they sprawl to the floor!! JCON jumped off the top rope with a double axe handle to the back of the Relentless champion, causing him to fall to a knee with Wippit still holding on tight. Sylo looked around for SVJ, but couldn’t find him anywhere. He slamed his fist down on the apron, blaming himself for losing focus and allowing his teammate to be pinned. Ray could be seen tackling Derecho into the steel barricade. Sylo was visibly upset as he lets out a thunderous roar! With that he kicked over the steel steps. The sound of metal steps scraping against each other caused a few people to cover their ears. The Superbeast became furious! Sylo kicked aside a few chairs near the announce tables before ripping the black padding from the guard rails!! Some of the fans moved back, getting out of the way of a raged out Sylo. Sylo walked back over to the announce tables and punched one of the monitors clear off the table in a mess of sparks and flying metal. He ripped off the remaining three monitors, slamming them into the ground, causing one to pop and start smoking. Meanwhile The West Texas Terrorists were trying to shake off the cobwebs, still not sure where they were supposed to be. Eli turned around… THUNG!! And was smacked with a giant flying projectile courtesy of the SuperBeast chucking the steel steps at his head like a God Damn missel. The impact sent Eli flying backwards into the time keeper, sounds of him screaming in pain, heard throughout the arena. Ezra, pissed off about his brother, charged at Sylo, only to be picked up in mid air. Sylo gave him an A for effort in the form of a monstrous spine buster through the announce table!! It looked to have snapped Ezra in half!! “JACOBS?! COME OUT YOU COWARD! FIGHT ME IF YOU WANT TO FIGHT ME! OTHERWISE YOU WON’T HAVE ANY PAWNS LEFT BY THE TIME I’M DONE!” Sylo roared. Sylo walked over to Eli who still had the steel step draped over his body. Sylo rippped the step off Eli and flung it clear over the top rope and into the ring. He lifted up Eli and hoists him into the air. Sylo leaned back and this time used Eli as a projectile as he powerbombed him through the Spanish announce table!! BLAM!! Steel collided into the back of Sylo who just shrugged it off and turned with a roar. He expected to see Vince Jacobs, instead he saw his friend, Wippit Guud. Wippit slammed the chair on the ground and roared right back at Sylo. “What are you doing?! You’re losing focus, dumbass! These morons aren’t the enemy, Vince is! So what? You’re going to beat up the entire roster until only Vince is left? Think! You’re going to get yourself suspended and then you don’t go to Divide and Conquer, then you don’t get your hands on SVJ, and then you don’t end this!” Wippit screamed at Sylo. Sylo stopped dead in his tracks because he knew Chris was right. He was on the verge of ruining everything he’d done and it would be no ones fault but his own. Wippit eyed Sylo, making sure he was calm. “Now we have a mess to clean up. Care to get off your ass and join me?” Wippit grinned before taking off into the ring. He slid in, ran to the other side, and went flying over the top rope taking out Nash and Derecho as he landed. Sylo was ready to clean this up and move on until he saw something out of the corner of his eye but it was too late. BAM! Vince Jacobs was swinging for the fences and just knocked it out of the park. The Legacy title crashed into Sylo’s skull sending him to the floor. Vince wasted no time jumping on Sylo driving the belt into his skull a few times before standing up with a microphone. He pulled it to his lips, already laughing. “I told you! I told you it ended tonight. All I had to do was get you to snap. You see this?” Jacobs held up the Legacy title, Sylo’s blood was smeared on the title itself. “This is as close as you get. At Divide and Conquer, I not only cement myself as the last Legacy Champion, not only do I cement myself as the first jOlt Champion of the new era, I also cement myself as the man that took out The SuperBeast for good and I’m going to do all of it in,” SVJ cracked a cocky smile as he looked down at Sylo. “A LADDER MATCH!” SVJ threw the mic aside laughing as the fans jeered. SVJ slowly backed away toward the ramp as the rest of the brawl had seemed to get itself under control. Wippit saw Sylo and was the first one over to him as the rest of the team rushed over. Vince Jacobs just watched from the stage as the master manipulator, the man with a plan, and the man who had just DIVIDED “Team Sylo” long enough to cause a distraction and put into motion ”CONQUERING Sylo. 
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