The Van X BoyZ raise their arms in victory, with a slight embrace to show the true impact of their return to the ring, not noticing the Apocalypse of Wrestling slowly approaching the ring.

Denison, Bonez, Maddog, and Clarkson each take a side of the ring, when the Van X BoyZ finally notice them lurking on by the apron. Chris Van X leans over and picks up the bloodied and barbed-wire wrapped singapore cane, readying it for anyone who may try to attack his brother and himself. With a nod of Clarkson’s head, all four men hit the ring at the same time, with Bonez and Denison making a direct route toward Chris Van X. Clarkson enters the ring with the championship belt in his hand, rushing straight for Sean. Chris takes a swing with the singapore cane, but Denison goes low and avoids a blow to the side of the head, knocking Chris Van X to the canvas with a body tackle. Almost immediately after, Clarkson knocks Sean Van X silly by ramming the championship belt into the side of his head. Sean Van X hits the canvas, only to have Bonez stomp him across the back and pull him back up to his feet. Bonez lowers Sean Van X’s head and gives him a rising knee lift to the jaw, knocking him back down to the mat.

T.L: The Apocalypse of Wrestling have no reason to be out here!

Denison subdues Chris Van X in a variation of a camel clutch, clutching him tightly to ensure that he cannot get away. Bonez leaves Sean Van X laying on the mat to help Clarkson remove the likes of Big Lee Levec and Preston Terranova from the ring. President Maddog circles the ring, leaning through the ropes to get a microphone from the ring crew members. Finally, Bonez and Clarkson force the two other men away from the ring, leaving Bonez to go back over to Sean Van X to add insult to injury by getting on his knees and polishing him off with several closed right hands. Maddog slowly steps over to Clarkson, handing him the microphone, both have growing smirks on their faces.

CLARKSON: So this is the Great Van X brothers?! The tag team who is going to come in and swoop the UWWF and the Apocalypse of Wrestling’s tag team titles from us. Sean, Chris, let me give you a fucking lesson in who runs the show around here. You see, the liberation runs different from when you were ever in here. You see, Maddog is the one who decides the matches. The president runs this operation. Bonez, he keeps things in order. Denison, he is the one who pays for everything. And the one who is responsible for this. And me? well, im the one who breaks all the bones, kicks all the asses around here and keeps bastards like you guys from getting too big for yourselves.

****Bonez grabs Sean Van X’s head and lifts it off the canvas, while Clarkson grabs Sean's chin and sticks the belt in his face.****

CLARKSON: This belt isn't coming you to. You see, if you want to step in the ring whit a man, you have to be a man first! To be able to beat me, you are going to need some type of army. And every pussy backstage who calls themselves a man are all standing there in front of a monitor, watching what we're doing to you now. They're busy Shockering, while I have you at my mercy. I could break you right now.

***Clarkson grabs Chris's face now, sticking the belt in his face.****

CLARKSON: You two brothers are nothing more than washed-up has-beens, who will be gone within weeks. Because no matter what you say, no matter what any crotch less wonder behind the curtain says, there isn't anybody who has beaten me back there, and there is nobody who will. Not one person in that dressing room, out here in this ring, or in that audience can stand here and tell me that they have pinned my shoulders to the mat, made me quit, or knocked me out cold. Not one, single person. So what makes you think that you are the one who can do it? Huh? ‘Cause you have your brother? He's pretty useless now.

***Clarkson rakes the belt now in Chris's face, while he starts to yell.****

CLARKSON: As long as you two fail to get an army, there will be no victory for you Chris! You like the feel of this? You like this gold now? Huh? You cannot beat me!

**[Points to Prime]** Him! Ask him. Ask Cody “Mother Fucking” Prime about what I have done, who I have beaten and the path of destruction I have laid out. Because if you don’t believe, me soon I will convert you. This will be your ending. You may have beaten Final Judgment a long time ago, but you cannot beat the Apocalypse. The apocalypse is upon you both.

****Clarkson drops the mic and turns to walk away, before suddenly slamming Chris Van X in the face with the Belt. Sean starts to move, but Denison and Bonez commence their attack on him. Denison rattles him with a stiff boot to the side of the ribs, followed by one from Bonez. The stomping session continues a few more minutes, as the laughing duo of Clarkson and President Maddog start toward the ropes. After minutes, the Apocalypse of Wrestling have more than proven their point to the newly returning Van X BoyZ. ****

CVX: What the hec????

~{It was all just a dream. Chris Van X is laying in his bed just waking up from another horrific nightmare. He lay’s there in his boxers sweating to death. He sits up on the side of the bed and puts both his hand’s in his face. After a moment he gets up and starts to make his way down the hall. He walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge he grab’s a beer. He twist the top off and takes a swallow. He then turns and walks into the living room and cuts on the television. Suddenly for the first time ever you get a glimpse of the inside of Chris Van X’s head as you can hear him think.}~

I’m sick of having these dreams. I just wish they’d stop. Good lord this is annoying…… There ain’t even anything on television this late….. I just wish I could get back to sleep. I really need to rest. The biggest match of my career and I am having Nightmares. Flashbacks from previous battles. I can’t believe it. I haven’t had nightmares since Sean got out of diapers. All those year’s now suddenly bam. I’m having them almost every time I doze off. I can’t believe it.

~{Chris is mumbling out loud as he is think and after a sip’s of beer’s his nerves are calm. He slowly start’s to drift off to sleep but another dream is on it’s way.}~

Clarkson backs up and drives his arm forward, knocking Sean backward. His hands lock around the top bar of the railing, as he flips over and continues to hold on. Clarkson looks down at Sean Van X, just as Chris sends Bonez running with a short irish-whip toward his partner! Clarkson turns to see Bonez headed straight for him, so he drops down to his stomach…Bonez jumps up slightly, catching his legs on Clarkson’s side, sending him flipping over the side of the railing. Now both Bonez and Sean Van X are struggling to keep their grip on the railing, otherwise they are done for!

T.L: Two men are dangling from the side of that scaffold….this doesn’t look good at all!

Sean grabs onto Bonez’s arm and pulls himself up onto the scaffold, making sure to have a secure footing. He tries to stomp Bonez’s hands away from the railing, but Bonez catches his foot before he can do so, giving him a chance to pull himself up. Sean allows Bonez to climb back up onto the scaffold, hoping to not jeopardize his and his brothers chance at tag-team championship glory.

C.P: Oh this shit ain’t done yet! Look at this shit!

Sean Van X and Bonez hold onto the outside of the railing tightly one arm, as they exchange blows back and forth. The blows slow down, as the two try to catch their breath and hold onto the scaffold without taking a plunge. On the inner-scaffolding, Clarkson and Chris Van X struggle in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, until Clarkson gives Chris a surprise when he thrusts his arms up and grabs onto the sides of his head. In a quick motion, Clarkson drops Chris jaw first across the top of his head! The jawbreaker pushes Chris back against the railing, where Bonez and Sean Van X struggle to keep the advantage out of one another’s reach! Without thinking Jeremy “Repent’ Clarkson jumps forward, as Chris moves a few inches away from the railing…Clarkson nails Van X with a drop-kick forcing him against the railing with authority! As Chris’ back hits the railing, he flings his arms back and hits both Bonez and his brother, Sean! Their weak grip on the railing is broken and the two are forced off the side of the balcony!

T.L: OH NO!

Both men drop quickly…CRRRAACCK! Several tables, that had been sporadically placed along the inside of the ring, seem to explode upon impact – leaving particles and shards as an aftermath. Both men had simultaneously hit the canvas, which is played back over every single monitor in the building in slow motion. The two referees on the outside of the ring chatter amongst each other, not knowing what to do. Clarkson raises his arms in the air, as he looks down at the ring fifteen feet below. Chris Van X stands up behind Clarkson, thrashing the back of Clarkson’s neck with a double axe-handle! Chris turns Jeremy around and thuds his knuckles across Clarkson’s jaw. Clarkson pushes Chris away, proceeding to hit him with a pair of rights to the side of the head. The scaffold swings uncontrollably, knocking both men to their knees. Both men stop their brawling to ensure that they aren’t ejected from the scaffold like their partners moments earlier.

T.L: Who won? What’s the official decision! Come on!

C.P: The Purveyors!

The scene cuts to several view of the outcome of Clarkson’s dropkick, that had knocked his partner and his foe off the side of the scaffold. When we come back to the ring minutes later, Clarkson and Chris Van X are now inside the ring helping their partners up off the canvas. The referees enter the ring, both holding one half of the tag-team championship straps. The ring announcer enters the ring soon after, accompanying the referees. The announcer covers the microphone, while the three converse with each other. The crowd hasn’t shown a stop to their chattering since both Bonez and Sean Van X were flung from the side of the scaffold. Minutes pass as the three officials nod back and forth. The Van X Boyz and the Purveyors of Perfection regain their composure, making strides to meet in the center of the ring. Clarkson is the first to step into the center of the ring, soon met by Chris Van X. The two push forward, chest to chest, exchanging a few heated words between each other. Chris Van X is about to wind his fist back, when the announcer pipes up over the microphone, which stalls his actions.

Announcer: The two officials in this contest apologize in full for the wait. The crowd starts chanting, ”WE WANT CHAMPIONS! WE WANT CHAMPIONS!”.

Chris Van X diverts his attention from Clarkson and turns to the announcer in the corner of the ring. All four men lock their eyes on the officials standing nearby.

Announcer: The ruling for this contest…[the crowd drowns him out]

The announcer waves for them to quiet down, but their chattering keeps on for a few more minutes. Clarkson points to the crowd, then extends out his middle finger, ”SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!” The crowd let’s out a quick hissing, before they finally tone down.

Announcer: The two officials in charge of calling this contest have decided that that the conclusion could be brought down to a no contest!

An argument breaks out between both officials and the four men involved in the contest.

Announcer: Please allow me to continue, sirs. After further consideration, they have decided on a possibly uneasy decision…

Clarkson crosses his arms over his chest, already uneasy about the decision. The Van X Boyz shrug at one another and Bonez thrusts his hands onto his hips. All four are waiting…

T.L: What’s the decision, boys!?

The announcer puts his hand up before speaking again.

Announcer: Due to the double elimination of Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt and Sean Van X, two opposing team members…[the announcer lowers the microphone, as the two officials give him the heads up to complete his speech.]….referee Powell and referee Barnes declare the winners of this contest….JEREMY “REPENT CLARKSON AND CHRIS VAN X!

C.P: WHAT?! They can’t fucking do that!

T.L: I don’t understand this decision, Cody.

Inside the ring, both referees make their way over to each man, handing each a championship belt. Bonez interrupts the referee going over to Chris Van X, grabbing him by the shirt and shaking him with a shout of anger. Chris Van X steps in and shoves Bonez away, grabbing onto his belt. Sean Van X jumps to the side of Bonez and turns him in his direction, throttling him with a stiff right. Clarkson sees the Van X brothers cornering Bonez in, so he rushes in to take action. From behind he nails Sean Van X in the back of the head with his belt, dropping him to the canvas in a heap. Chris drops his belt and shoves his palms against Bonez’s chest only to be turned around by Clarkson. Clarkson slaps the plate of the championship belt into his forehead, then drops it to the mat. Continuing on Clarkson slugs Van X in the stomach to open him up to lace him with a few punches to the side of the head. The officials step in and try to hold both men back, but they are thrown out of the way. President Maddog can be seen in the background, making his way down the ramp to see the commotion. Assisted by a few security guards, Maddog enters the ring and points to the Van X Boyz. The security guards scatter in their direction, holding them back while Clarkson still tries to get at him.

T.L: What’s going on here?

Maddog grabs Clarkson and turns him around, ”It’s over, man. The decision was made and I’m going to go with it.” Clarkson pushes Maddog away and scoops his belt off the mat. He exits the ring accompanied by Curtis Schmitt, who glares at Maddog as he exits. Maddog waves the security away after the Purveyors are out of sight, releasing the Van X Boyz. Maddog is near the ropes trying to exit, when Chris Van X rushes over and pulls Maddog away from the ropes. ”Do you think this is fair?! Huh?! Answer me right damn now!”, Van X bellows with his brother standing right behind him. Maddog brushes his arm away, making his way through the ropes without an answer. Maddog hops off the apron and turns to look up at Chris Van X. Chris points his index finger at Maddog, ”This isn’t over. Not by a long shot, buddy!” Maddog turns to the ramp and starts toward the backstage area.

~{Snap back into reality. Chris Van X wakes up again and this time he tosses his half empty beer bottle as he jump’s. He ball’s up both fist ready to fight He look’s around for a minute then seems disgusted with himself. He takes a few deep breath’s and then gets up. He grab’s a pair of jeans off the floor and pull’s them on. He then grabs the black “Maddog: Bigger Than You” shirt and pull’s it on. He slides on some tennis shoes by the door as he head’s out. He walks outside and jump’s in his truck as he start’s to drive down the road.}~

I just need to clear my head. Get my thoughts in the right area then I’ll be ok. Why am I acting like this lately? Ever since the night I beat Polar I’ve been having these different nightmares. These dreams. Why wont it stop?…. I know how important this match is. I’ve been dieing to get this chance. This match is so huge for me. I can handle Clarkson, I can beat him. It’s not that hard. He will fail. He will get beat. I can do this. I will do this. I must do this. I will go down as the legend, I will go down as a King.

~{Chris has pulled into a small truck stop slash restaurant. He pull’s his truck up to the spot close’s to the door. He jump’s out and walk’s inside. He seat’s himself in a booth in the corner and look’s over the menu. After a moment a waitress comes over.}~

Waitress: Mornin’ What can I get for ya?

CVX: Morning, Let me get a cup of coffee black. And a slice of whatever pie you have in stock.

Waitress: Be right out.

~{The waitress turns around and walk’s back over behind the counter. Chris Van X sits there and look’s out the window almost in a daze. After a moment the waitress walk’s back over and sets the pie down in front of him as well as the coffee. Chris nod’s at her and she walk’s away. He then reaches down and grab’s his fork and takes a bite of the pie.}~

Lousy pie, taste stale. Oh well maybe it will fill me up and I can get some sleep for once. I cant wait till Killing Spree. I finally get my chance. It’s all come down to this. Months of fighting and I am ready, at least I think I am. No one has toppled Jeremy since he won the first King of Hardcore….. Man that’s one sweet winning streak he has going. I wish I could do something like that. But I just need to take it one step at a time. Let’s just beat Jeremy. Beat Jeremy and then the rest should start to fall into place. Coffee isn’t too bad. I’ve had worse, a lot worse. Nothing will ever be worse than that coffee I had back when I got that light bulb tube stabbed in me and I had to go to the hospital for those two day’s to get all the excess fragments out. God that coffee sucked major dick.

Waitress: You ok hun?

CVX: Yea, just fine.

Quite in here tonight. Must be slow for them. Man my mind is wondering. I can’t even think about my match without being distracted. What is going on here lately? I mean I devoured Polar like he was nothing. Beat Cyrus within a inch of his life and took Dunn and punked him out. I’m hotter now than I have been in a long time but I can’t see to focus. I’m anxious is what it is. I am so ready for Killing Spree. Van X and Clarkson one on one. This is big, it’s way big. Two of the men who everyone said would end up meeting in the final’s finally do. It has taken seven months but it’s happen. It’s come to this. Such a sweet time. Well I’ll go back home and try to get some sleep now.

~{Chris tosses a five dollar bill down on the table and gets up. He walk’s towards the door and nod’s at the waitress as he exits. She quickly goes over to check to see if he paid. Chris uses the keyless entry to auto start the truck. He climb’s inside and takes off down the road.}~

CVX: Jeremy Clarkson, Repent, UWWF Legend, UWWF Champion, UWWF Hall of Famer, King of Hardcore, I could go on and on with different names you have. You’re a hardcore icon. You’re a big shot, and I know it. I’m not afraid to admit that you have accomplished a lot of thing’s in your time. You’ve done it all, you’ve beaten them all top to bottom. From Smitty, to Nightmare to Maddog and the list goes on and on. The stories are famous. The feud’s are huge. But when the line is drawn in the sand, and your left looking around and no one can be seen except me. Your list of previous opponents, your list of past accomplishments, all your fame all your glory, your winning streak and all wont mean a thing. Because Jeremy your not looking across the ring at Smitty, your not looking across the ring at Acid, Your looking across the ring at the most dangerous man to ever set foot on the face of god’s green earth and I will destroy you. I will hurt you, I will make you feel pain. I will make you feel sorrow, This match isn’t going to be for the faint at heart. It wont be for the weak. It will revolutionize hardcore, and it will rock the wrestling world. Jeremy you and I will both enter. Only one will walk away. You and I will square off, only one can leave, you and I will stand face to face, only one will fall. The battle is at it’s high point. With this match the entire war can be won. Be prepared….. Do let me get to you to quickly. Be smart use defense. Do try to attack me as quick as you do others. Play it smart Jeremy, Because you know and I know that I am like no other opponent you have ever faced. Clarkson I unlike the others have something that can never be taken away. I have your Tag Team championship. Me and my brother beat you guy’s for them. I unlike all the rest actually do have a victory over you. But soon I’ll not only have a victory. I’ll have the King of Hardcore.

~{Chris has drove all the way back home now and he pull’s into the driveway. He roll’s both windows down and look’s down to the dock. He sits and watches the water for a moment then he begins to think to himself once again.}~

Man the water is so peaceful looking tonight. I bet the fish are hitting like crazy to. Epically since they let the water down. Oh well no time for that. I need to get some sleep. It’s like the world is spinning so fast and I cant stop it. But at Killing Spree it will come to a halt, everything will stop, no word’s will be spoken, it will be dead silence. Then bam. It will explode, the world will shake on it’s axis and everyone will be on there feet. Van X and Clarkson. It’s like…… it’s like a dream……

Sean finally pulls himself free from the chain, climbing down to the main platform. Clarkson tries to come back at him, but Sean Van X hits Clarkson in the knee with a brutal low-dropkick, knocking him down to one leg. Chris Van X stomps Bonez in the chest several times, before he leans over and grabs onto his shirt and tears it clean off. Chris stomps Bonez one last time, before he picks up the weed-whacker, pulling on the handle. The motor of the weed-whacker sputters, dying out seconds later. Van X pushes the small black button near the gas tank of the weed-whacker to inject more fuel into the device. Chris Van X pulls the cord again, this time the weed-whacker fires up without any trouble at all! Chris kicks the weed-whacker into full throttle, filling the silent arena with it’s annoying buzz. The wire of the weed-whacker whizzes around viciously, revealing it’s brutality to all as it is lowered against Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt’s stomach! The string of the weed-whacker licks the bare flesh of Schmitt’s stomach, emitting a sickening slap. Chris pushes the weed-whacker into Schmitt’s flesh to further the pain, pulling it away seconds later. The camera zooms in on Schmitt’s stomach, as the wounds begin to swell almost instantaneously. A large area of his stomach is hacked apart, revealing the welling blood underneath the swelling mounds of flesh. Within seconds, Schmitt’s stomach is flooded with crimson. He drops his head back and places his hands on both sides of his head, baring his teeth with an agony filled wince.

C.P: Fuck, I thought I’ve seen everything…this brings us into an entirely new fucking level! This is some sick-ass shit, man.

T.L: Not to mention disturbing, sick, and demented. The Van X Boyz aren’t just out here to take home the Brass Knuckles Tag Team championship belts, they are out here to destroy Jeremy “Repent’ Clarkson and Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt!

Chris Van X lifts the weed-whacker above his head, winding it out at it’s full potential. Grayish colored exhaust floats through the air, as Chris Van X bellows loudly with a sadistic smile on his face.

T.L: Bonez has been pummeled, beaten, cut, scraped, vandalized with a weed-whacker and bloodied beyond reason. I’m not sure how much more he can take!

Sean Van X snatches Clarkson up, ramming him head first into the side of the ladder, TING! Proceeding in their attempts in destroying The Perveyors of Perfection the Van X Boyz forge forward with their form of unadulterated violence. Sean pulls Clarkson’s head through the rung of the ladder, then climbs up two rungs and holds onto Clarkson’s head to smash his knuckles against the back of his head. Sean jumps down and drops his elbow across Clarkson’s head, forcing Clarkson’s throat against the rung. Clarkson’s head bounces up and he smacks the back of his head against the higher rung, then pulling himself away from the ladder, he falls to his knees. Sean Van X comes around the corner of the ladder and blasts Clarkson in the side of the head with a buzzsaw like kick! SLAP! Jeremy “Repent” Clarkson goes down like a sack of bricks, leaving Sean Van X to try and make a go at the championship belts! He starts up the ladder, but his weary nature slows him down a bit.

T.L: Sean is going for victory!

C.P: While his brother demolishes Bonez!

Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt rolls onto his back, clutching at his open wounds with agony. Blood streams down nearly ever appendage of his body, as he begins shaking from blood loss. His shaking doesn’t stop Chris Van X from throwing the weed-whacker down across his chest with force. Bonez grabs onto the weed-whacker and throws it to the side. Upon moving, he clutches at his wound ridden ribs, groaning in pain. Chris Van X kneels down and rips him off the platform into a sitting position. Adding a punch to Bonez’s misery, Chris Van X drags him back up.

T.L: Chris Van X is a ruthless and uncaring man.

Sean Van X nears the middle of the ladder, but Clarkson is now in toe. Jeremy Clarkson grabs onto some of the higher rungs of the ladder and does a pull-up, bringing himself within a few feet of Sean Van X’s heels! Taking one more step up on the rungs, Clarkson grabs desperately at Sean’s ankles, until he finally grabs the back of his leg. Sean tries to kick his leg free, but Clarkson’s grip is far too tight to allow him to do so. Clarkson tugs, but Sean keeps himself grounded by holding onto sides of the ladder. He makes a drastic movement, turning his body, nearly swinging Clarkson off the side of the ladder. Clarkson holds on with one hand, as his body turns to the side…Sean Van X drops off the side of the ladder, catching Clarkson by the head on the way down!

C.P: OH, FUCK NO!

Sean adjusts his hands while in mid-air, bringing Clarkson down six feet with a full force diving and driving diamond cutter! THUD! The scaffold shakes, as the two hit the platform! Clarkson rolls over onto his back after hitting the platform with full force, leaving a splattered of blood where his head had connected. On the other side of the scaffold, near the second ladder, Chris Van X pounds Bonez with elbows and closed fists to the face. Bonez drops his head down, spitting blood onto the platform, before he is pulled in Chris’ direction. Chris steps back, lifting his foot onto the rung of the ladder. He steps onto the third rung, bending Bonez over. Chris hooks him by the waist and pushes his back against the vertically secured ladder, lifting Bonez up briefly. After lifting Bonez up several feet into the air, he drops off the ladder and connects with a seated powerbomb! THUD! Bonez cracks his head off the scaffolding, showing it’s effect by nearly rendering him unconscious. It takes several second before Chris Van X gets back up, bringing Bonez with him. He pushes Bonez back, leaving only an inch or two between the backs of Bonez’s feet and the edge of the scaffold. Bonez nearly falls back, but Chris grabs him by the shoulder saving him from the near falling situation, only to punch him in the jaw. Bonez leans forward, as Chris releases him, meeting a few more stinging jabs to the chin. Chris backs up with his fist wound back, stepping into one hell of a haymaker! Bonez tilts to the side, lifting one leg up, losing his balance! His leg gives out and he plummets over the side of the scaffold, flying downward. Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt’s arms and legs swing wildly, as he crashes down across the barbed-wire circus net for the second time in the night! His body whips across the wire, forcing him to roll near the center of the ring. The wire catches his arm, tearing a somewhat large gash in his forearm. He rolls onto his back and sprawls his arms out, revealing his blood covered forehead. His body twitches and trembles, as the Van X Boyz make their triumphant climb toward the second level of the scaffold to reclaim the belts they once held quite some time ago in UWWF history.

Chris wraps his arms around the pipe, shimmying himself closer to the championship belt. On the other side, Sean Van X sits down on the pipe, pulling himself closer and closer to the belt. He gets to the belt, holding it with one hand and unfastening it with the other. He pulls it loose and holds it up, wrapping his leg around the length of lead pipe. Chris Van X grips the belt and pulls it loose, quickly shimmying back toward the scaffold. Finally, after snatching the championship belts, the Van X Boyz turn to one another.

~{Chris has obviously dozed off yet again. Somehow the dream this time doesn’t wake him in a horrified nature. He is however heard mumbling in his sleep.}~

CVX: It’s mine, it’s mine, it’s mine! I am the king! I am the king! I did it! I did it!

~{Chris is shown as he is still mumbling more and more words, The camera cuts to black in the middle of the driveway.}~