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Chrono was called on commentator duty apparently for this Main Event to hype the triple cage match. He sat next to the commentators as he waited for the competitors to enter the ring.

" I should have seen all the signs around me
But I was comfortable inside these wounds
So go ahead and take another piece of me now
While we all bow down to you

You tear me down and then you pick me up
You take it all and still it's not enough
You try to tell me you can heal me
But I'm still bleeding and you will be the death of me ”

The sound of thunder and lightning echoes throughout the arena as the titan tron shows the image of a desert,the storm brewing off in the distance. A chorus of voices could be heard laughing,crying, and speaking- all at once. The noise stopped,but it welcomed something more. A deep,powerful voice spoke against the sounds of chanting and bells tolling in the background.A dark,shadowy figure appeared;rapidly walking to the screen. The face of this person couldn't be seen,leaving which left no clue as to who it was.

"I won't forget, I cannot forget this
I won't forget, I'll never forget this
I won't forget, I cannot forget this
I won't forget, I'll never forget

No, I can never prove this solution
You aren't the one that I thought you were
And so I learn to embrace this illusion
I will separate this all to a blur

You tear me down and then you pick me up
You take it all and still it's not enough
You try to tell me you can heal me
But I'm still bleeding and you will be the death of me
And you will be the death of me

I won't forget, I cannot forget this
And you will be the death of me "

A bolt of lightning struck,creating a flash on the screen before it turned to darkness. The half of a pale white face emerged from the darkness,and that face was the face of Phoenixfire. At this time,Phoenixfire strode down the ramp with no emotion on her face while the lighting of the arena turned to a deep shade of purple. Her hips swayed from side to side as a layer of fog began to form at her feet. She approached the steel steps and walked up them,stopping at the turnbuckle before looking to the crowd. Phoenix stepped through the ropes and sprinted to one of the turnbuckles,then placing herself on the second rope. She held her arms open and her face pointed upwards as the lights flickered through out the arena. After the lights went to normal,she jumped down and began to pace around the ring.

It didn't take a psychiatrist to figure out that Phoenixfire was beyond unhappy with the booking staff for placing her in a match with a man they knew she loathed and would be less than willing to work with. The only thing that kept her from avoiding the match altogether was the gentle coaxing of her husband to at least give it a try since he would be there in the capacity of commentator which meant she need not fear the father of her son. If there was anything to be gained from her quite apparent displeasure, it was that Landry had a challenge awaiting him if he wanted to win this match.

Clean shirt, new shoes
and I don't know what I am gonna do.
Silk suit, black tie,
I don't need a reason why.
They come runnin' just as fast as they can
cause every girl is crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.


The crowd begins to boo loudly. A portion of them didn't even know who was coming out, as they'd not seen the results of the last Pay Per View. But hive mentality took over and eventually even they joined up. The song drew on, as the man who was about to enter didn't have a problem forcing people to wait. It was a subconscious thing, he liked to throw around power, even if it was something petty like this.



Curtains fly open, out steps Freakshow with a morbid looking toothy grin, clenching a cigarette in his teeth while he did this. He flings his arms out, as if to proclaim 'here I am!" In his hand he carriers a familiar mask, that of El Hijo Del Crusher. It was just weeks ago that he'd pulled off the heist of the century. Infiltrating WWE:E as a masked performer to insure that Brantley would capture the title... This was not his only motivation, but that story was for another place and another time.

After soaking in the reaction, albeit a negative one, he breaks into a strut that would make Ric Flair or Jackie Fargo proud/roll over in there unoccupied graves. He's dressed in black tights, there is a notable absence of kneepads on him.. Also notable is the bright pink Ribera Steakhouse Track Jacket he'd decided to wear. He'd looked in the mirror that afternoon and decided, ******** it, only a real man can afford to look this great. He saunters down the ramp, stopping only to give some fans a few choice words, like: "You're fat!" and, "What, you wanna fight?" To a gentleman in a wheelchair. In the ring was Landry and Phoenixfire. Landry he had a long history with.. Phoenix, he had nothing against, although Freak was not afraid of hitting a woman should one get out of hand.. Infact he preferred it to hitting men. Hopefully, with Chrono's influence and the soap-opera of a situation going on, it wouldn't need to come down to that.

Freakshow goes into a short jog and gets knee onto the apron before hoisting himself up. Casually he leans on the top rope, his arms over them as he looks on at PF and Landry from behind his shades with a slimy, lopsided grin. He runs his hands through his greasy hair and props his foot up on the middle rope.. From the apron he blows a lung full of cigarette smoke at them, though they were both on the other side of the ring, it was the thought that counts. There he waited for Brantley to make his entrance..

Landry couldn't help how eerily similar both of the Midnight Marauders' entrance was. He shook it off, knowing that wasn't what was important now. He was in a circle of death, surrounded by four sharks who wanted to rip him apart for one reason or another.

Ding
Ding
Ding

Landry distances himself from his corner, knowing his isn't safe there. As far as he's concerned, the neutral corners are his corners.

Landry was on edge, and he was tired of Freakshow's tactics. He marched straight up to Freak and attempted to grab him by the collar, and throw him back into the middle of the ring to force him to compete.

Landry accepted the lockup and began going to work like a machine. He attempted to duck under Freakshow and turn it into a hammerlock, but he wasn't done there. If it worked, he'd try to turn Freak around while holding onto the Hammerlock with one arm, and secure a front facelock with the other. If he got that far, he'd reach up with his left leg and try to hook onto Freakshow's ankle and fall backwards, which would swing Freak down into a tight variation of a small package.