TROPICAL TURMOIL MATCH: PAXTON RAY vs. JARED SYKES vs. NATE COLTON vs. CANCER JILES vs. HAYES HANLON vs. IVAN STANISLAV

PetCo Park is ROCKING as Night Two of Tropical Turmoil is LIVE!

Nick Stuart: NIGHT TWO OF TROPICAL TURMOIL IS HERE! WELCOME EVERYONE WATCHING AT HOME!

Richard Parker: Why… are… you… so… loud?

Nick Stuart: Because we’ve got well over FIFTY THOUSAND PEOPLE in attendance and they are ROCKING THE PARK!

Richard Parker: Stop… yelling. 

Nick Stuart: If you joined us for Night One, thank you so much for coming back for Night Two! That was a doozy of an evening that saw —

Richard Parker: Do you not care about spoilers?

Nick Stuart: Fair enough. Go back and watch Night One if you haven’t seen it! We crowned new champions and feuds were buried.

Richard Parker: Cool. Cool. What’s going on tonight?

Nick Stuart: Tonight! We’ve got some fun matches planned for you. Bobby Dean will take on Chandler Tsonda — 

Richard Parker: Is Tsonda gonna get stuffed?!

Nick Stuart: Jonathan-Christopher Hall is going to battle with Rocky de Leon —

Richard Parker: A battle of who is going to annoy me the most, go on.

Nick Stuart: Plus, The Anglo Luchador and Arthur Pleasant are going to finally trade blows as they look to put their feud this past arc behind them —

Richard Parker: I hope Pleasant bites TAL and turns him into a werewolf.

Nick Stuart: I don’t think he can do that. Plus, we’ve got FLAMBERGE challenging for the Intense Title as Anna Daniels will defend her title for the first time. And in our main event! Brandon Youngblood will defend his title against the winner of the Murder Rumble… TYLER! ADRIAN! BEST!

Richard Parker: Groan.

Nick Stuart: Did you just say the word groan?

Richard Parker: I did and I don’t feel like talking about it any longer with you.

Nick Stuart: BUT FIRST! Oh man, we’ve got a doozy for you. Only for the SECOND TIME EVER —

Richard Parker: I am going to punch you in the throat if you don’t stop yelling in my EAR!

Nick Stuart: THE TROPICAL TURMOIL MATCH!

Richard Parker: Seriously, Nick. I hate you.

Nick Stuart: Let’s send it to Vince Howard for our wrestler introductions.

We then cut to the ring and see Vince Howard looking as dapper as ever. 

Vince Howard: The following match is our TROPICAL! TURMOIL! MATCH! Six competitors will step through these ropes and wrestle in an elimination style match with the winner getting a shot at the Universal Title at ULTRAVIOLENCE!

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Vince Howard: Introducing first…

The lights slowly draw to darkness. An unnerving chill moves through the air. “I am the COOL” by Screamin’ Jay Hawkins and its coinciding electric guitar riff try to drown out the SOLD OUT crowd of PRIMEates in attendance.

BOOOOOO~!!!!

Nick Stuart: Here we go! Tropical Turmoil time!

Richard Parker: Of course he’s out first. Hey, maybe this means he’ll be the first one eliminated?

Nick Stuart: Never know.

“I’m the one your mama warned you about”
“When you see me, I will leave you no doubt”
“I’m the coolest man that ever walked this earth”
“I’ve been the coolest since the day of my birth”

An intense, scorching, volcanic, hell fire volley of pyrotechnics illuminates the top of the entrance ramp.

“I AM THE COOL”

At the conclusion of the seemingly End of Days meteor shower taking place inside of Petco Park, and appearing at the top of the ramp as if he had just rode one of those space rocks all the way down from outer space is none other than The KING of COOL, Cancer Jiles.

Nick Stuart: There he is. Former UNIVERSAL Champion, Cancer fucking Jiles. Dare I say he’s one of the most hated and despised men in PRIME’s long history. Just listen to this crowd.

BOOOOOOO!!!!

Richard Parker: Please let him get eliminated first. Please. He got his zillion dollar entrance, now go the fuck home.

Vince Howard: Hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, CANCER! JILES!

“I am the COOL” is halfway over before Jiles even moves an inch towards the ring. Luckily, while he was in look at me mode, the heat from the pyro which of course only he can withstand because of his COOLYMPIAN blood lingered around him. As such, and there were few, all objectiles hurled in his direction vaporized before hitting him.

Richard Parker: Any. Fucking. Day. Now.

It’s obvious. Especially with how slow he is walking, and how he’s taking the time to berate anyone who wants a taste– not just the MESSIAH fan. If no one is out here to stop the CURTAIN JERK from doing so, he and his salted shoes are going to take their good old time. 

Nick Stuart: You’d think Jiles had extra entrance time banked from this arc and that he needed to use it or lose it. This is the second time that he’s walked back to the top of the entrance ramp to hit a pose after already making his way down to the ring.

Richard Parker: I’m speechless. I am. Just when I thought I couldn’t hate him anymore. 

The third time’s a charm for PetCo Park, Richard Parker, and those watching at home. Jiles makes his way back towards the ring, and slides under the bottom rope. For the first time ever the PRIMEates cheer something he does which brings a foul look to his clean shaven face.

Nick Stuart: HA! Got him!

Unimpressed, Cancer carefully removes his precious T-Shades and fakes throwing them into the crowd, which of course gets things back to normal.

BOOOOOOO~!!!!!!

Richard Parker: I’m feeling better already.

Vince Howard: Introducing next… 

The lights of the Footprint Center once again go out.

The fans erupt in anticipation, and soon their energy is rewarded as the PRIMEView springs to life. On a field of white, three words appear

THE
NEXT
DIAMOND

These fade away, replaced by a logo. It’s the letter C in the shape of a diamond, with a smaller N inside. The logo is framed by the name.

NATE
COLTON

A classic rock riff signals the beginning of “Tryin’” by the Eagles, and the Kansas City fans give out a raucous cheer. Moments later, Nate Colton emerges from the curtain. He holds his arms up high, showing off his blue satin jacket–his family name emblazoned on the back; his first name stitched on the front.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Nate walks quickly to the ring, stopping periodically to point at groups of cheering fans, or waving his arms to hype up the crowd. 

Vince Howard: Hailing from Evansville Indiana…weighing in at two-hundred fifty-five pounds…he is the Next Diamond! He is the former PRIME Five Star Champion! He is…NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE! COOOOOOOOOOOOOOLTON!

Nick Stuart: Few have the record Colton has amassed during his time here in PRIME.

Richard Parker: Nor have any of them been as exciting as watching butter melt on toast.

Vince Howard: Introducing next…

“They say it’s good to start a story with a tragedy.”

The chunky guitar riff of “Fistfight” by The Ballroom Thieves kicks in as Paxton Ray walks out under the PRIMEView with Foster Nackedy behind him wearing his disco concussion helmet. Paxton sneers as the fans boo, then slowly holds his hand up in the air.

The day I finally met you like I knew I would
You raised me from the wreck of my doubts
You were smiling to yourself as if we both understood
The silent language of the anguish of a heart that sings but doesn’t make a sound

Foster gets ahead of Paxton, jeering at fans and shaking his head as if to show off his lovely helmet. Paxton slowly walks towards the ring, looking around as the crowd rains hate down upon him. He steps up to the apron and steps over the ring ropes, then leans back against them and closes his eyes.

Vince Howard: Weighing in at 245 pounds…he is The Bayou Butcher…PAAAAAXTOOOOONNNN RAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!

Foster Nackedy then heads to the back.

Richard Parker: Talk about a guy I wouldn’t mind tripping and falling until he lands neck first on the barricade.

Nick Stuart: Well, that’s a statement that I don’t have a good segue for.

Vince Howard: Introducing next…

Distorted guitar heralds a black hole emerging on the PRIME*View, dangerously close to the screen; hanging in the void among planets and nebulas.

Sirens accompany as the screen shakes, pulling us in violently, until the lyrics scream throughout the PA system.

“WHEN MY BACK’S TO THE WAAALLLL!!!”

And huge, white block letters fill the screen:

I!!!

WILL!!!

CON!!!

QUER!!!

The speakers and amplifiers hold on for dear life as “Daggers” by We Came as Romans absolutely bludgeon the eardrums. And speaking of explosions, those planets and stars on the PRIME*View do just that, bursting into blinding eruptions of violent light. It carries into the arena, rumbling flashbulbs explode in various points throughout the building; in the ceiling, in the stands, one after another.

And then, from the ramp, the Event Horizon.

“I SEE THE MOUNTAIN AHEAD, I FEEL THE THUNDER ROAR!
I FEEL THE FURY WITHIN, BUT LOUDER THAN BEFORE!”

Hammerin’ Hanlon marches forward, those dark eyes focused, ‘stache on point, while the fans around are on the brink of a literal mosh pit.

Vince Howard: FROM WEST LINN, OREGON! STANDING SIX FEET, THREE INCHES AND WEIGHING IN AT TWO-HUNDRED AND SIXTY ONE POUNDS!!

Hayes climbs the apron, steps through the ropes, and b-lines for the turnbuckle.

Vince Howard: The Event Horizoonnnnnnn…HAAAAAYESSSS!! HAAANNNLLOOOONNNNN!!!

Up one rope, then the second, chest and jaw jutting out, and a thumb across his neck.

“DRAW! THE! DAGGER!
CUT OUT THE PAIN! TO FIND THE POWER!”

He hops down, making way to the next post to repeat the process one more time.

“DRAW! THE! DAGGER!
CUT OUT THE PAIN!”

He remains on the ropes, and in unison with the crowd, beats his chest four times while roaring out the crescendo.

I!!!

WILL!!!

CON!!!

QUER!!!

The Comeback Kid stays for a moment, eyes out to the roaring crowd, allowing the music to reach its breakdown. He hops to the mat and takes his place in his corner, ready to go.

Nick Stuart: You know that Hayes Hanlon is chomping at the bit to get back to the Universal Title.

Richard Parker: Joy. He can gain it and lose it for a third time. How wonderful.

Vince Howard: Introducing next…

“The Soviet National Anthem” by the Russian Red Army Choir erupts as Ivan Stanislav and Alexei Rulsan emerge from the backstage area. Stanislav and Ruslan raise their arms, side by side, roar at the crowd, and pointedly make their way towards the ring. Stanislav points and jaws at several fans along the way, while Ruslan points and hawks at the greatness of the Russian Bear.

Stanislav steps over the top rope and thunders into the ring. He raises his arms over his head and bellows at the camera.

Vince Howard: Hailing from Arkhangelsk, Russia! THE RUSSIAN BEAR! IVAN! STANISLAV!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Alexei then returns to the backstage area.

Nick Stuart: Lots of love for Ivan in PetCo Park. Kidding, of course.

Richard Parker: I’m surprised the hippy commies here in California don’t love him to be honest.

Vince Howard: And finally…

The arena lights dim until the crowd is bathed in darkness. The sounds of thunder over the speakers is accompanied by brief flashes of light over the audience before a loud roar echoes throughout the building.

When the PRIMEview flashes to life it shows a version of San Diego that is barely recognizable. The city lies in ruin, a lifeless husk of burning, smoldering ash. A shape flies across the blasted landscape once, then again for a second time. It spreads its wings wide as it approaches, and unleashes a torrent of fire towards the screen. A wall of flame erupts across the length of the stage, and the first note hits. Deep, resonant, and with it comes a flood of white light that washes over the crowd. As the sound fades, so does the light.

Northlane. “Plenty.”

I’ll never be ready to meet a memory

Vince Howard: Making his way to the ring…

A steady rhythm follows, each note building and bringing with it a pulse of white, like a heartbeat slightly out of time.

Falling silent
Going mad
I’ve gone walkabout with the parasites in my head

Vince Howard: Hailing from Boston, Massachusetts…

The only thing louder than the thundering guitar coming through the speakers is the explosion of the crowd.

Far too quiet
It’s deafening
As I pick away at the surface the itch burns through my skin

Vince Howard: Weighing in tonight at 201 pounds…

The guitar rips into frenetic tapping riff, and with it blue and purple lights begin pulsing over the crowd in time with the beat. A gap opens in the middle of the wall of fire, wide enough for one person to walk through.

Vince Howard: JAREEEEEEEEEEEEEEED SYYYYYYYYKES!!!

When the dirt crushes my bones
And the worms call me their home
If I’m asked to start again
I can’t pretend I’m ready
I can’t pretend
I’ve had plenty

Tonight there’s a bit of an update to his standard ring gear, as his traditional pre-match hoodie is replaced by a vest whose upper back and shoulders appear to be covered in scale mail. A tattered hood hangs low over his face.

Nick Stuart: Abe Lipschitz. What does that name mean to you, Richard?

Richard Parker: The absolute worst decision-making skills imaginable. Like, just the worst. The absolute worst. Why?

Nick Stuart: Because in the eighteen months since PRIME has been open, he is the ONLY person on the roster to pin Jared Sykes.

Richard Parker: That sounds made up. I feel like you made that up.

Nick Stuart: He ran the Survivor gauntlet. Went wire-to-wire with Justine Calvin as half of a record-setting tag team. And make no mistake, when it comes to those titles Eminence holds all the records in PRIME that count. He made it to the final five at Culture Shock, and now tonight he gets another chance to punch his tickets towards a Universal Title shot.

And then there’s the matter of his right shoulder. The kinesio tape that covers it is clearly visible on his exposed skin. Tonight Jared Sykes may walk through fire to get to the ring, but the bullseye on his arm means he’ll have to fight through hell to get back out.

DING DING

Ivan Stanislav.

Jared Sykes.

Paxton Ray.

Hayes Hanlon.

Cancer Jiles.

Nate Colton.

At the sound of the bell, the six men all glare across the ring at one another. None of them move out of their blocks, instead waiting as Tropical Turmoil Night Two is officially underway. Neither man wants to move too fast, understanding the way that this match is going to unfold.

Violent.

Bloody.

Painful.

Eliminations.

Ivan then explodes with a mixture of speed and fury that is frightening to just about everyone in the ring. His shoulder explodes into the chest of Jared Sykes, sending him through the middle rope and crashing to the mat outside. As Ivan’s shoulder collides into Sykes, this signals the true beginning of the match as everyone else immediately finds someone they want to hit. 

And they do just that.

Nate Colton makes a beeline for Paxton Ray, slamming open-handed palm strike after palm strike to the jaw of Paxton Ray while Hayes Hanlon chases Cancer Jiles out of the ring. He grabs Jiles by the back of his skull only for Jiles to spin around and slam the edge of his hand into the throat of Hanlon. Hayes, caught off guard, is then smashed head first into the ringside barricade.

Sykes sits up on the outside of the ring, confused slightly on how he got there, but that confusion only lasts momentarily as he scrambles out of the way of a charging Stanislav, looking to drive his knee into the chest of the man who nearly impaled him with a forklift two weeks ago in Arizona. Sykes scrambles to his feet and as Ivan turns around, Sykes connects with a stiff forearm that seemingly doesn’t do much to the enraged Ivan. Stanislav wraps his arms around Sykes throat and yanks him in to him before hoisting him into the air and slamming him back first across the ringside barricade. 

Richard Parker: So, where do you start? Because this already feels significantly crazier than the Murder Rumble and that match had significantly more people.

Nick Stuart: You’re not wrong. Everyone in this match hates someone else in this match. The bad guys in this match, Ivan, Paxton, and Cancer have literally pissed off everyone else in this match.

Richard Parker: Don’t get me started on Cancer.

Nick Stuart: You know, I always thought you were kidding about your animosity towards Cancer, but you haven’t wavered once.

Richard Parker: NEVER WILL!

Paxton Ray pushes Colton into the corner and drills him with a forearm that sends spittle flying out of Colton’s mouth. Ray then takes a step back and presses his foot into the throat of Colton, lifting him off the ground in the process. Colton thrashes wildly until Paxton decides to end the torture. Colton collapses to his knees and as he does, Paxton reaches down, wraps his arm around Colton’s midsection and nails him with a gut-wrench suplex. 

Cancer meanwhile presses Hanlon’s throat into the ringside barricade and holds him there. A few fans begin yelling at him and one produces a sign that says “RICHARD PARKER IS COOLER THAN YOU”.

Richard Parker: HEY! Those are my new favorite people in the world!

Nick Stuart: Are you that easily swayed?

Richard Parker: How do you think I put up watching some of these matches?

Cancer looks at the fans and gives them the finger, but by doing so, it distracts him long enough for Hanlon to plant his elbow into Cancer’s midsection. Jiles doubles over and Hanlon swiftly lifts his knee into the precious moneymaker of Jiles, which sends him crashing to the mat. Hanlon quickly mounts him and plants him with fist after fist, each stiffer than the last one. 

Sykes plants his boot into the left hamstring of Ivan, causing the Russian Giant to howl in pain. Jared connects with another stiff boot to the hamstring, but is then pushed away by Ivan, his hand wrapping itself around the face of his foe. Sykes rolls backwards and to his feet before rushing at Ivan and connecting with a dropkick to his left hamstring. Stanislav drops to one knee from the shot and Jared follows it up with a rising knee to the face. 

Nick Stuart: Stanislav being caught by some brutal strikes from Sykes.

Richard Parker: Well, after Sykes hit him with a forklift, I would imagine that Ivan is not at 100% tonight. Just call it intuition.

Nick Stuart: Probably not wrong. In the ring, Paxton Ray is reigning down boot after boot to the back of Colton’s skull.

Richard Parker: Well, not for long.

Sure enough, Sykes slides in under the bottom rope and rushes at Ray, connecting with a Sling Blade that sends Paxton to the mat. Jared hopes back up to his feet, bounces off the ropes, and goes for a springboard moonsault only for Paxton to get his knees up. Jared rolls onto the mat, clutching his ribs in pain, while Paxton climbs to his feet. He reaches down and grabs Sykes before tossing him into the corner. Paxton unloads on him with a series of body shots, targeting his kidneys, which causes Sykes to double over from the pain. 

Hanlon, seeing his buddy getting mauled by Paxton, slides in under the bottom rope, but is met with a boot to the back of his head from Paxton. Hayes drops to one knee as Paxton puts both men into a front facelock. Paxton goes for a double vertical suplex only for Colton to come up behind him and slam his forearm into the back of his neck. Paxton is sent careening into the corner. As Sykes shakes off his pain, he moves towards Paxton only for Jiles to grab him by the boot and yank him out under the bottom rope where he mows him down with a clothesline.

Colton snaps his boot into the midsection of Paxton and Hanlon gets up to his feet. Both men put Paxton into a front facelock and connects with a vertical suplex out of the corner. 

Nick Stuart: Pure pandemonium all over the place!

Richard Parker: What did you expect? We’re the people who did the Murder Rumble and we clearly just like taking our action figures and smashing them together. Repeatedly!

Nick Stuart: On the outside, Cancer Jiles goes to whip Jared Sykes into the barricade, but Sykes reverses it and sends Jiles crashing into it instead.

Richard Parker: Not only thicc boy, but also after my heart with stomping away at Cancer Jiles!

Sykes closes the gap between Jiles and himself, but as he does, Cancer fires away a boot into Jared’s midsection, slowing the giantslayer down. Jiles cocks back his right fist and fires away a jab that catches Jared flush on the jaw. Cancer then connects with a spinning back fist that forces Sykes into the ring post. As he leans against the post, dazed, Jiles runs full speed at him and goes for a splash against it only for Jared to move out of the way and cause Cancer to collide into it.

Hanlon gets back to his feet and goes towards Paxton only to be run into by a Russian Dump Truck known to the world as Ivan Stanislav. Ivan stands over Hanlon, hitting him with his shoulder having knocked him to the mat, and roars at the former two-time Universal Champion. Hanlon rolls back to his feet and the two men lock eyes. Hayes fires off a forearm shot that catches Stanislav in the jaw only for Ivan to smash his boot in between Hanlon’s eyes, sending him crashing into the ropes. Ivan closes the distance between them and slams his forearm across the upper back of Hayes, causing the former champion to arch his back in pain.

Colton turns to help out Hanlon only for Paxton to grab him by the boot and yank him back towards him. Ray then catches Colton with a stiff punch to the jaw before hot-shotting him across the top rope. Colton clutches as his throat in pain while Paxton lifts him up and slams him down to the mat with a sidewalk slam. As Paxton gets up to his feet, he makes his way over to where Ivan and Hanlon are duking it out, putting his boot into Hanlon’s midsection.

Nick Stuart: This could be a dangerous combo for everyone in this match if Ivan and Paxton team up together.

Richard Parker: Your astute observations Nick are outstanding.

Nick Stuart: Hanlon trying to fight back against both men, but the sheer strength and tenacity from both of them are too much for him as they just slam fist and boot into his body until he’s down on all fours. Paxton then punts him in the ribcage and sends him crashing to the outside. 

Richard Parker: Welp, I guess this match is over. 

Sykes dodges a forearm shot from Jiles and does a standing switch, getting behind the former Universal Champion. He wraps his arms around his waist and goes for a German Suplex only for Cancer to grab the ring apron, holding onto it for dear life. Sykes slams his elbow into the neck of Jiles before attempting to lift him again for the German Suplex. As he does though, he winces in pain from his shoulder and releases Jiles. Cancer, ever the opportunist, spins around and mows Sykes down with a clothesline.

Hanlon makes his way to his feet, but as he does, he’s met with a running boot from Paxton that sends him crashing to the mat. Before Hanlon can register where he’s at, Paxton reaches down and scoops Hanlon into his arms before slamming him back first into the edge of the canvas. Hanlon, lying on the apron, fires a series of fists into the face of Paxton, stunning the Bayou Butcher momentarily. Hanlon climbs to his feet while on the ring apron and goes for a clothesline, but before he is able to do so, he is grabbed from behind by Stanislav.

Stanislav wraps his arm underneath the chin of Hanlon and yanks back, lifting the former two-time Universal Champion into the air and cutting off his air supply. Ivan is only able to do his for a moment though as Nate Colton charges behind him, clubbing him in the back of the neck with a forearm shot. Ivan releases his hold on Hanlon, who falls onto the ring apron. Colton takes a few steps back and drives his boot into the side of Ivan, previously attached to a forklift. Ivan growls in pain as Colton steps back. Colton rushes at Ivan again, Ivan goes for a clothesline which Colton ducks, and Colton hops onto the middle turnbuckle before connecting with a flying clothesline from the second ropes.

Nick Stuart: Ivan may have been stunned by that move, but he’s not down!

Richard Parker: You need tranquilizer darts to take that man down.

Nick Stuart: Truer words never spoken. Colton is back up to his feet and connects with a chop block to the left knee of Stanislav.

Richard Parker: Those knees are reinforced with Russian vodka and Chernobyl steel. That’s never going to work!

Colton goes for another chop block to the knee of Ivan, but is stuffed in the process. Ivan slams his forearm into the upper back of Colton before pulling him into a standing position and connecting with a thrust to the throat that sends Nate crashing into the corner. Ivan takes the opening and runs full speed at Colton, connecting with a clothesline that sends Colton to a seated position.

Hanlon slams his forearm across the arm of Paxton Ray before climbing back to his feet and connecting with a running knee to the face that sends both men tumbling to the floor mat. Hanlon is the first to his feet and snaps his boot across the face of Paxton Ray before charging at a rising Cancer Jiles and spearing him into the nearby barricade. Hanlon rises to his feet, standing over Cancer Jiles.

Sykes grabs Paxton Ray and rolls him back into the ring before bouncing off the ropes and dropping a knee across his face. As Jared gets up to his feet, the meaty hands of Ivan wrap around his throat. Jared slams his forearm repeatedly across them, but is unable to break the grasp that Ivan has. Ivan lifts Jared into the air before slamming him to the mat. Ivan keeps his hold on Jared though and lifts him off the mat once again, hands wrapped around his throat before slamming him to the mat for a second time.

Nick Stuart: We might need to get someone to check on Jared Sykes with the way his body crashed into the mat the second time.

Richard Parker: This is why everyone should stay clear of Ivan. Wrestlers, referees, staff, janitors, catering crew. This is a man that has no regard for human life, period. 

Nick Stuart: And Ivan just bounced off the ropes and delivered an elbow drop across the sternum of Sykes that — that is a four-hundred pound man dropping his weight across the body of Sykes!

Richard Parker: Did you want him to gently lay his body across Sykes? This is what Ivan Stanislav DOES!

Hanlon turns around and is met with a right fist from Paxton Ray. Hayes is stunned by the shot and Paxton follows up with another one. Hayes drops to one knee from the heavy hands of the Bayou Butcher. Paxton proceeds to drive his forearm into the upper back of Hanlon before yanking him up to his feet and delivering a side belly-to-belly suplex onto the stadium floor. Hanlon arches his back from the pain shooting through his body. Paxton gets to his feet and proceeds to drop three quick elbows across the chest of Hanlon. 

Colton pulls himself up to his feet and catches a rising Stanislav with a forearm shot that rocks the Russian Bear, but is unable to follow up on it due to Ivan driving his knee into the midsection of Nate. Colton drops to one knee as Ivan reaches down and grabs him by the back of the head. Ivan drags Nate over to the nearby turnbuckle and slams his head into the top turnbuckle repeatedly until Nate is kneeling before it. Ivan takes a few steps back before running at Nate, slamming his knee into the back of Nate’s skull and driving his face into the middle turnbuckle.

Nick Stuart: Ivan Stanislav is decimating one challenger after another and at this juncture of the match, that could be dangerous for everyone else. He could start eliminating people rather quickly.

Richard Parker: I mean, he weighs four hundred pounds. I understand everyone in this match, save for Cancer Jiles, works out, but when lying flat on the mat, could they really kick out of Ivan if he just sat on them?

Nick Stuart: Obviously yes. You and I thought? Not in a million years.

Richard Parker: You couldn’t catch me that close to Ivan willingly.

Paxton reaches down and yanks Hanlon up to his feet, but as he does, Hanlon lifts Paxton into the air and connects with a tilting Samoan Drop! Paxton groans from the pain as the Event Horizon sits up, a little worse for wear, but locks eyes on the man in the center of the ring that has taken out two of his allies. Hayes rushes under the bottom rope, grabs Ivan by the shoulder before whipping him around. Hanlon fires off a succession of jabs to the jaw of Ivan that stuns the Russian Bear. Ivan goes for a wild swing of his own, but Hanlon manages to duck underneath it. 

As Ivan turns around towards Hanlon, Hanlon connects with a jumping shoulder sit-out jawbreaker on Ivan, sending the Russian Bear crashing to the mat.

Nick Stuart: FLASH POINT! FLASH POINT!

Richard Parker: Hayes Hanlon may have just saved the day for everyone else in this match and taken Ivan Stanislav OUT OF THIS MATCH!

Nick Stuart: Hanlon getting back to his feet —

Richard Parker: Pin him, you fool!

As he gets up, his eyes focused on Ivan, he begins to move for said cover. Yet, as he does —

CRACK!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Richard Parker: MOTHERFU—

Nick Stuart: CANCER JILES WITH A SUPERKICK! TERMINAL CANCER! AND HANLON LOOKS OUT!

Richard Parker: SOMEONE KICK HIM IN THE FACE UNTIL HE IS BLOODY!

Nick Stuart: There’s been a fair amount of conversation about Cancer not being able to defeat Hanlon and he caught that superkick FLUSH on his jaw.

Jiles then hooks both legs as Timo Bolamba begins his count, begrudgingly.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Eliminated: Hayes Hanlon

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick Stuart: A monumental elimination and it is our first elimination in the Tropical Turmoil match.

Richard Parker: Look, as much as I hated that it was Cancer Jiles who got the elimination, at least I don’t have to see Hayes Hanlon competing for the Universal Title for a third time. 

Nick Stuart: As Hanlon rolls out of the ring, you can see the disappointment in his face.

Richard Parker: Especially considering he hit a massive move on Ivan Stanislav that could have seen Ivan eliminated from the match.

Cancer looks down, cockily, at Hayes Hanlon and waves goodbye to him. Jiles then looks over and sees Ivan still on the mat, stunned from the Flash Point. Jiles immediately jumps on top of him as Timo sighs and begins his count again.

ONE!

Cancer’s body then lifts off of Ivan suddenly and Cancer goes flying over the top rope as Ivan sits up, beat red and angry beyond all belief. 

Richard Parker: Favorite. Moment. Of. The. Match.

Nick Stuart: Ivan just pushed Cancer off of him and Cancer went flying OVER the top rope!

Richard Parker: I need replays of that, for life. Seriously, just play that for two hours straight on ReVival 31.

Nick Stuart: You are easily amused.

As Cancer’s body thuds against the ring floor and Ivan sitting up, Colton bounces off the ropes and slams his knee into the face of Ivan Stanislav. The Russian Bear falls backwards on the mat from the shot. Colton rises to his feet and catches Paxton Ray with an uppercut as he gets to his feet after sliding underneath the bottom rope. Ray is stunned from the shot and stumbles into the corner where Nate Colton stomps away at him until he is in a seated position. Colton stands above Paxton and lifts his body using the top rope before driving both feet into Paxton’s face.

Colton then reaches down and yanks Paxton up to his feet. He ducks a forearm from a dazed Paxton and slips behind him. He wraps his arms around his waist and goes for a side suplex only for Paxton to land on his feet. Colton turns around and is met with a devastating lariat from the Bayou Butcher that sees him flip inside out and land on his stomach. Ray, ever an opportunist, slams his boot repeatedly into the lower back of Paxton Ray. Cancer Jiles slides back under the bottom rope, but as he does, he is met with a stiff kick to the midsection from Jared Sykes.

Sykes then whips Jiles into the ropes and connects with a backbody drop. As Jiles stumbles back to his feet, Sykes drills him in the face with a forearm shot that sends Cancer crashing back to the outside. As Sykes turns around, his body stiff from the punishment he took from Ivan, he is mowed down by a clothesline from Paxton Ray. Paxton wastes no time as he mounts him and pelts him with a series of fists to the unprotected face of Sykes.

Nick Stuart: These two are revisiting their on-again, off-again feud since late last year.

Richard Parker: I mean, when someone paralyzes one of your closest friends, I don’t think the feud is ever off-again.

Nick Stuart: Fair enough. 

Richard Parker: And Nate Colton is getting into the fracas.

Nick Stuart: Fracas?

Richard Parker: Fracas.

Colton drives his boot into the back of Paxton’s skull. Before Nate can follow up on it though, the Russian Bear scoops him up from behind and throws him onto the floor. Colton gets up and as he does, Ivan scoops him up and holds him above his head. He lifts Colton up and down as if he’s barbell before tossing him into the air and stepping out of the way, causing Colton to land chest and stomach first onto the mat.

CRUNCH!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Ivan then turns his attention back to Jared as Paxton pulls him up to his feet. Ivan slams his open-handed palm into the chest of Jared, dropping him to one knee. Paxton pulls him back up to his feet and drives his fist into the jaw of Sykes.

Nick Stuart: Poor Justine Calvin, having to take all of this in backstage.

Richard Parker: I would imagine someone is having to hold her back from coming out here with a machete or something.

Ivan wraps his arms around Jared, looking for his release suplex. Jared though drives his head into the skull of Ivan, forcing Ivan to let go. He then connects with a diamond cutter on Ivan, laying out the Russian Bear in the center of the ring.

As Jared gets up to his feet, he dodges a running lariat from Paxton Ray. Jared grabs Paxton and puts him into an inverted headlock before connecting with an inverted headlock backbreaker!

Nick Stuart: Paxton is going to need a chiropractor after that! I think Wyatt Connors used to use that move as his finisher and he could call that The Wisecrack!

Richard Parker: Whatever that is, and whoever that is, it seems like Jared owes somebody some money.

Jared then drapes his body across the chest of Paxton Ray as Timo Bolamba begins his count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Eliminated: Paxton Ray.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Nick Stuart: And just like that, we are down to four! Nate Colton. Cancer Jiles. Ivan Stanislav. Jared Sykes.

Richard Parker: I… think we should just end the match here and no one wins.

Nick Stuart: What would be the good in that?

Richard Parker: Because I don’t want to watch any of these blowhards win.

Jared rolls off Paxton Ray, his body ravaged with pain. He rubs his right shoulder, feeling the pain he suffered from ReVival 29. As he tries to massage it though, a boot collides with it. Repeatedly. As if it’s on purpose or something. Since its Cancer Jiles doing it, it’s definitely on purpose. Jiles then reaches down and grabs Jared by the back of the head and lifts him up to his feet before pushing him into the corner and connecting with a knife-edge chop. Jared grimaces from the shot, but Jiles is keen to repeat it and does exactly that. Cancer then grabs Jared’s wrist and goes to whip him across the ring only for Jared to reverse it. 

Cancer runs up the turnbuckles and lands behind a running-towards-Cancer Jared Sykes. Sykes manages to stop just short of running into the turnbuckles, but Cancer connects with a dropkick that sends him crashing into the corner. Sykes’ chest collides with the turnbuckle and as Jared stumbles backwards from the impact, Jiles wraps his arms around Jared’s midsection and connects with a release German Suplex that folds Jared like an accordion. Cancer then gets up to his feet and rushes over to Jared, going for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick Stuart: Sykes just gets his left shoulder up, but you can tell he’s not in a good way. 

Richard Parker: You try tussling with the Russian Bear, or any bear for that matter, and see what happens to you. You’d probably limp out here with half your arm eaten and three toes between both of your feet.

Nick Stuart: And you would be much better?

Richard Parker: Helllll no.

Cancer gets to his feet and starts to drag Jared up with him when he is met with a spinning back elbow to the face by Nate Colton. Cancer stumbles away from Nate, who follows after him before smashing his head into the top turnbuckle. Nate spins Cancer around and drives his shoulder into Cancer’s midsection. Nate then connects with an uppercut that nearly sees Cancer come out of his boots. Nate mounts the corner and begins pummeling away at Jiles with the crowd counting alongside him.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

TEN!

Colton then hops off the turnbuckle and watches as Cancer stumbles out of the corner.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Richard Parker: I think even Timo was counting along!

Nick Stuart: I think that was just part of his job.

Richard Parker: Then why is he smiling?

Nick Stuart: Fair point. 

Colton then slips behind Cancer and goes for a side suplex only for Cancer to block it, blasting Nate in the face with a flurry of elbows. Colton turns away from Cancer, who tries to put Nate into a reverse face lock, but Colton reverses it and sends Cancer flying into the corner. As Colton steps backwards, he is met with a massive force standing behind him. Colton slowly turns around to find himself face to chest with the Russian Bear. Ivan connects with a large paw to the side of Colton’s face, which drops Nate onto the mat. Colton doesn’t remain down for long though as he hops right back up only for the second fist to plant itself into his ribcage. 

Ivan then connects with a headbutt that sends Colton crashing to the mat. Ivan then puts his boot onto Colton’s chest.

ONE!

TW—

Ivan is then knocked off of Colton when Cancer rushes into the ring and shoves him in the chest.

“I’VE BEEN WEARING HIM DOWN! THAT IS MY VICTORY!”

Nick Stuart: This doesn’t seem to be the brightest option for Jiles.

Richard Parker: Don’t care, shut up. Hand me my popcorn. This is about to be the good part.

Ivan glares at Jiles and shakes his head before he lifts Jiles into the air with one hand, drops him, and short clotheslines him with the full power (and might) of Mother Russia.

Richard Parker: Just like I said! The good part!

Nick Stuart: Jiles just got hit with The Iron Curtain! Jiles looks like he might be, you know, dead.

Richard Parker: Doubt it, he’s a cockroach.

As Ivan goes to pin Cancer though, Sykes dives at him, slamming his fist into the face of Ivan until both men fall through the ropes and tumble to the outside. Timo looks around at the action and then sees Nate drape his arm across Cancer Jiles and begins his count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ELIMINATED: Cancer Jiles

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Nick Stuart: And just like that, we are down to three!

Richard Parker: The question I have, is Ivan stuck in there with Sykes or Colton, or are Colton and Sykes stuck in there with Ivan?

Nick Stuart: It’s a fair question, and one we’re going to have an answer to quite shortly here. 

On the outside of the ring though, Jared Sykes is being smashed into the ringside barricade as if he made the mistake of saying Communism Sucks to Ivan. Stanislav grabs Sykes by the feet and whips him head first into the ringside barricade. His boot presses against Jared’s throat, not content unitl he extinguishes all life out of Jared. Sykes flails, looking for anything to help him escape from this situation, but is unable to find anything. Ivan relents as he reaches down and grabs Sykes, pulling him up to his feet and whips him into the ring apron. His back cracks against the edge of the apron, dropping him to his knees.

Ivan walks over to the nearby ring steps and grabs them with minimal effort. He brings them over to where Jared is standing. He places them on the ground and reaches down to grab Sykes. Jared fires back with a series of fists, but Ivan headbutts Jared and yanks him onto the steps with him. He lifts Jared onto his shoulders, looking to powerbomb him into (onto?) the ring apron. As he holds him up on his shoulders though, someone else has a different idea.

Nate Colton sprints off the ropes and dives through the middle ropes into a spear onto the ribcage of Ivan Stanislav. Ivan drops Jared, who manages to land on his feet somehow on the ring steps. Meanwhile, Colton and Stanislav crash into the ringside barricade. Jared gathers his wits as he looks at Ivan, leaning against the barricade, and launches himself off the steps and connects with a clothesline that sends both men crashing into the crowd.

Nick Stuart: Do we have enough insurance coverage for someone like Ivan collapsing into the fans in the front row?

Richard Parker: Probably not. That’s probably the end of PRIME after all the lawsuits we’re about to be hit with.

Nick Stuart: Sykes is climbing back to his feet, somehow, and is planting his boot into the face of Ivan while Colton is climbing over the barricade. 

Richard Parker: Probably the only way that you’re going to take out Stanislav if we’re all being honest.

Sykes and Colton trade shots, each one landing flush on Ivan’s face as he gets to a kneeling position. Each shot is harder than the last one until the duo decide to start kicking him instead. Ivan roars in fury, refusing to be taken down any further and urges both men to come harder than that. Sykes and Colton respond with double kicks to his face that nearly rocks the Russian Bear onto his back. The duo then put him into a double front facelock before lifting him off the ground and connecting with a suplex back over the barricade and onto the ring steps!

Nick Stuart: That’s one way to take out a Russian Bear.

Richard Parker: Yeah, now get that Russian Bear into the ring and cover him!

Seemingly hearing what Nick and Richard are saying, they decide to do just that as they hop back over the barricade and yank him off the ring steps before rolling him back into the ring. They slide in after him and both proceed to cover him as Timo begins his count.

ONE!

TWO!

TH—NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick Stuart: Stanislav manages to kick out! HOW?!

Richard Parker: Wrong place, Nick. We are PRIME.

Having managed to kick out, Ivan rolls onto his side, but Nate and Sykes are on top of him as they drop elbow after elbow onto his ribcage, trying to keep the giant down on the mat. Ivan continues to fight through it, shaking his head in the process. He makes it to a standing base and Sykes goes for a running clothesline on Stanislav only for the Russian Bear to move out of the way. Instead, Sykes connects with the clothesline on Colton!

Richard Parker: FRIENDLY FIRE!

Nick Stuart: Now look who’s yelling.

Colton crumples to the mat while Ivan grabs Jared and hoists him over his head. He walks around the ring before walking over to the edge of the ring and tosses him chest and ribs first onto the ring steps below.

CRUNCH!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick Stuart: Heinous! Jared could have multiple broken ribs, a collapsed lung—

Richard Parker: Ivan doesn’t give two flying fucks about that.

Ivan then turns his attention back to a rising Nate Colton. Stanislav quickly headbutts him before he connects with a Release Suplex, sending Colton crashing into the nearby turnbuckle.!

CRUNCH!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick Stuart: RED SCARE! Colton does not look good!

Richard Parker: About time someone sees it from my point of view.

Nick Stuart: Oh, shut up.

Ivan then covers Nate as Timo begins his count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ELIMINATED: NATE COLTON

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

And just like that, there were only two. One, was the man rising to his feet in the ring. The other was the one lying prone on the ring steps outside of the ring looking as if he was a crash dummy in one of those vehicle test commercials. 

Nick Stuart: And it comes down to these two men, these two that have been back and forth with one another since the ReVival after Culture Shock. 

Richard Parker: The peabrain and the wrecker of everything.

Nick Stuart: Which is which?

Richard Parker: That’s… a good question. I guess it depends on the week.

Nick Stuart: You’ve had injuries, forklifts, everything you could imagine under the sun between these two and only one of them will secure their chances for a shot for the Universal Title at UltraViolence. 

Ivan laughs as he makes his way to his feet and looks over at his final foe, the final person he must vanquish. He moves over to the ropes and points at the prone Jared Sykes. He looks over at Timo, who is checking on Nate Colton as he gets out of the ring, and yells at him to come over here. Timo begrudgingly does so and Ivan mocks Jared.

“PUNY JARED!”

Ivan than climbs through the ropes, still laughing. As he stands on the ring apron, he looks over at Jared and shakes his head some more. He then decides to finish Jared once and for all as he leaps off the ring apron, looking to connect with a splash on the prone Jared Sykes.

Except Jared rolls out of the way. 

And Ivan crashes chest first onto the steel ring steps.

CRACK!

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Nick Stuart: JARED MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!

Richard Parker: That can’t feel good if you’re Ivan.

Nick Stuart: I wouldn’t think so.

Jared kneels against the ring steps and shakes his head as he rises to his feet and looks at the prone Russian Bear.

“Stupid son-of-a-bitch…”

He then walks to the nearby corner and grabs a steel chair, folds it, and walks over to Ivan. He cocks the chair back and slams it as hard as he can into the back of Ivan.

CRACK!

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

And again.

CRACK!

Add another five times for good measure.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

The groans emitting from Ivan suggest a man who is in considerable pain. As Jared grabs him by the back of the head and pulls him off the steel steps, the fans in the front row see a gruesome sight as blood stains the chest of the Russian Bear.

Jared though, doesn’t care. He rolls Ivan back into the ring. This is a man who hit Ivan with a forklift. Things had escalated to the point that limb and life were no longer considered in the two men’s actions. Ivan tries to push himself up to his feet, but struggles to do so, pain emitting through every ounce of his body. Jared helps him out, because he’s clearly a nice guy.

Nick Stuart: Jared has got Stanislav RIGHT where he wants him.

Richard Parker: Yeah, I’ve seen this movie before. This never goes as planned.

Nick Stuart: He’s got Ivan up to a standing base… Neckbreaker Driver on Stanislav! 

Richard Parker: Well, I stand corrected. Congrats Jared Sykes!

As Ivan lies there on the canvas, Jared goes for the cover, seeing his destiny in front of him. Timo slides down and begins his count.

ONE!

…

…

…

…

…

…

…

…

…

TWO!

…

…

…

…

…

…

…

…

…

THRE— 

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

It should be three. It would be three. Ivan hasn’t moved. Jared is still on top of him. It takes a moment for Jared to realize that Timo though is no longer on the mat next to him, counting.

Instead, Timo is outside of the ring, looking bewildered at Alexei Ruslan. He looks bewildered because Alexei has yanked Timo out of the ring, saving Ivan from his certain loss. Jared gets to his feet and walks over to the edge of the ring, fire in his eyes at the enraging sight before him. 

“ALEXEI!”

Alexei looks over at Sykes and hops onto the ring apron. As he does though, Ivan stirs to life. Jared looks behind him and then as he looks back at Alexei, he sees him digging in his pants to get something out. Before he can react though, the crowd roars to life.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Nick Stuart: THAT NO GOOD BASTARD!

Richard Parker: Nick, Nick! It’s about to get froggy in here! Justine Calvin is on her way down!

She hops onto the ring apron and grabs Alexei. Who then elbows her in the jaw. Which causes Jared to fire off a superkick to the jaw of the man who just attacked his fiancee. 

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Richard Parker: Alexei is OUT!

Nick Stuart: Oh no…

Oh no is correct because as he’s distracted by Alexei, Ivan has gotten up to his feet and wrapped his arms around Sykes. Jared’s eyes grow large and before he knows it, he’s connected with a Release Suplex that launches him across the ring, landing on the back of his neck and skull.

CRUNCH!

Jared lies there, motionless. Ivan then slams his fist into the face of Justine, sending her crashing to the ring floor.

“GET IN THE RING, TIMO!”

He yells at him and Timo obliges, begrudgingly, as Ivan walks over to Jared and covers him. As the tens of thousands of fans in the arena see what’s about to happen.

ONE!

…

…

TWO!

…

…

THREE!

DING DING DING

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The cacophony of jeers reign down upon Ivan, but he could care less. He’d earned his shot at the Universal Title.

Vince Howard: Your winner… IVAN! STANISLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAV!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nick Stuart: And the fans are making it known how they feel about Ivan winning this match, especially in the way that he did.

Richard Parker: This is why Ivan is so difficult to defeat. Because he’s a seven foot giant that weighs over four hundred pounds and he’s got a man in his corner like Alexei who will do everything in his power to make sure his man wins.

Ivan stands up and as Timo tries to raise his hand in victory, Ivan yanks it away and lifts both arms in victory, proud of the victory that he is bringing back to his motherland. 

Ivan then looks down at Jared, who is broken and battered. He thinks about exacting further revenge upon him, but Justine slides into the ring and covers his body with hers.

Normally, Ivan wouldn’t care about such a thing. But tonight, he is content with the victory he has earned and makes his way to the opposite set of ropes. He climbs through them and hops off the ring apron before helping his friend Alexei to his feet. 

A smile appears on Alexei’s face as Ivan wraps his arm around him and gives him some stability before walking down the ramp at PetCo Park.

Nick Stuart: What an amazing match, but marred with—

Richard Parker: This was always going to happen, Nick. Ivan will do everything in his power to seize a victory and he reminded all of us of that here tonight.

Nick Stuart: Truer words have never been spoken. We open the night determining who will be one half of the main event at UltraViolence and tonight, we will close the night by finding out who his potential opponent will be. Could it be Brandon Youngblood who will defeat Tyler Adrian Best tonight and defeat his mid-arc challenger? Very possible. Or it could be Tyler Adrian Best, who will take the title back with him to HOW as he says. We’ve got a lot of show before we get there, but let’s cut backstage where I understand Matt Mills has one of the competitors from this match with him. Take it away Matt.

We see Ivan and Alexei standing at the top of the ramp, glorious in their victory, before we cut backstage.