The witching hour is upon us. We are officially in the overflow. However, there's one more piece of business to take care of here on Vendetta. The final segment starts just as we get back from commercial...

Oh it's a cheer all right, but had they been in any other city in America, Tyler Lawson would be receiving the largest pop of the night by far after the hell he went through at the Pay-Per-View last night. However, the San Antonio crowd knows all too well the implications of Lawson's win, as referenced by his future opponent earlier in the show. Nevertheless, the majority of the crowd is still on his side, roaring to life as his theme begins, from now on an edited version that starts where the lyrics begin. The cheer kicks up another octave as Lawson himself appears in the entranceway.

Like it or not, Adam's right. Lawson looks a little worse for wear after his war with John Hudson. His right leg is heavily bandaged and iced, and he is even holding a crutch to help him walk. He can put weight on his leg, but needs the crutch to prevent massive pain from shooting up with every step as he hobbles down the ramp. Without much interaction with the fans, he makes his way to the ring, where Laura Watts is waiting, holding a crown, cape, and scepter to present to the "king", if you will. Eventually, Lawson reaches the ring, sliding his crutch in under the bottom rope before pushing himself up and rolling in after it. The camera pans around in the crowd as he struggles back to his feet, because no one wants to see that, do they?

As Lawson hobbles over to the center of the ring, Laura hands him a microphone and holds out the kingly attire for him, but he waves his hand forward, shaking his head, signaling he doesn't need the formalities. You can see her mouth "You sure?" as she takes a few steps back. However, Lawson's expression drops as he rethinks himself, partially due to the sad look on her pretty face. He changes his mind and holds out his hand, asking only for the crown. Her bubbly smile immediately returning, the young ring announcer happily places it in the Instant Classic's hand before turning and heading back out of the ring. The crowd roars again; he just couldn't help it. Lawson puts the crown on his head with his free hand, trying in vain to hold back the goofy smile that creeps up onto his face, before shifting the microphone from his crutch hand to his free hand. Tyler's theme begins to die down as he leans on the crutch, waiting for the quiet to arrive so he can begin talking. Eventually the music stops, and the fans quickly give Lawson the floor.

Tyler points at his crown, getting a bit of a pop.

The crowd cheers again. In any other arena they wouldn't even be letting him get a word in edgewise, but there's a definite tension with this Texas crowd, for obvious reasons.

He turns and scratches his cheek with his knuckles, gathering his thoughts. This is big. He's got all the power here, that microphone in his hand.

Another loud ovation from the crowd. The snowball is getting itself rolling.

Lawson's smile drops. He glares at the stage area angrily.

He hobbles around 90 degrees, facing the stage.

A few especially vocal David Michaels fans begin to boo the 'swine' comment. The rest of the crowd is slightly taken aback by how quickly Tyler's mood changed.

Tyler's smirk returns as the champion is here. The crowd goes absolutely ballistic as their hometown guy comes out for the third time. David Michaels appears in the entrance cavity, title draped over his shoulder, flanked by his partner in hilarity. Nova isn't far behind the two of them as they slowly make their way out onto the stage. David is still in his ring gear after his match with Dante Crotch...I mean Cross. As the three get to the top of the ramp, JHalc pulls a microphone out of his hammer space (see what I did there?) and hands it to the champ. After letting the adoring crowd quiet themselves down, not to mention his theme song as well, the clearly annoyed Michaels begins to speak

Lawson starts to chuckle.

Coming from anyone else, a normal crowd would have given them hell for that. But Michaels in Texas...about half the place is chuckle city.

Tyler throws his hands up in the air as the immature giggling continues. Some fans, however, show some constraint, and are torn on who to support in this confrontation.

The champion's supporters don't take too kindly to that comment, and erupt into a reign of boos onto the Instant Classic. David smirks and lets them continue before retorting.

A surprising mixed reaction for the Showstealer here. The crowd is already nearly torn in half.

Lawson's new calm, collected demeanor is thrown to the wind. He simply hates Michaels, and is just letting him have it here.

A few of Lawson's supporters start a quiet "Su-per-Slam!" chant. Michaels is visibly angry at that.

Everybody pops for the official acknowledgement.

The camera pans back to Michaels, shaking his head repeatedly.

Michaels is visibly shocked by that response. He fumbles with his response.

The camera shows Nova shake her head and repeat "No Excuse" to the #1 Contender.

Sudddenly, JHalc holds his hand out toward his partner, calling for the mic. As Lawson shifts his weight, Michaels gives it to him.

David bursts into laughter as he takes the mic back, while JHalc smirks, basking in his 5-0 record against the Instant Classic.

The half of the crowd in support of Lawson roars back to life as Michaels takes a step back, glancing back at his title.

Lawson just shakes his head and brushes that comment off. We're running short on time, so he quickly moves to his next point.

Lawson shakes his head sarcastically. The fans have quieted down significantly, but are hanging on every word either of these two say.

Sadly no, Tyler didn't hear a word of David's attempt to gain the upper hand, and he cuts him off at the first opportunity.

The champion stops dead in his tracks. Lawson just crossed the line. The crowd lets out some kind of reaction to that. Some "Oooooooh"ing, some booing, and some just laughing their ass off. Davids face becomes stoic, his eyes widen at the mention of his wife, former SIW interviewer Sugar. Not to mention the accusation his rival just brought upon him. Nova glances at David, appalled, before glaring back at the ring. Tyler sees he's opened a weak point, then goes in for the kill.

This time, more of the crowd is on Lawson's side, now torn between the two, despite the home field advantage for Michaels. Tyler's clearly got under the champ's skin. Michaels starts to shake in pure, unadulterated rage as Lawson smirks at him from the ring. Jay, surprisingly calm through this, slowly reaches down and grabs David's wrist, bringing it up to his mouth.

Lawson ignores him, surprisingly, focused completely on the man he will be facing in 4 weeks' time.

Michaels rips his arm out of JHalc's hands, almost screaming into the mic.

With that, he drops the belt and starts sprinting toward the ring, Nova hot on his heels. A bit confused by the outburst, JHalc double takes before reluctantly starting to chase after them. Lawson, a bit surprised himself, reacts quickly, using his good leg to drop down to the mat and roll out the side of the ring just as Michaels and Nova slide in. After JHalc is in the ring, the Instant Classic tries to hop away as fast as he can, using his crutch to steady himself. His crown fell off during the escape attempt, and the first thing Michaels does when he gets up is lay a boot into it, punting the plastic prop 30 feet into the crowd. He turns around and leans into the ropes, pointing and shouting various obscenities at his opponent, who is slowly hobbling backwards up the ramp. Michaels is furious. The crowd actually boos a little because of the lack of combat here, but they have no idea what they're in for.

Lawson cringes as he accidentally puts some weight on his right foot. The crowd's displeasure grows a little bit more. Tyler might be ruining his image here with the fans.

Suddenly the fans are interested again. They stop and listen to what he has to say.

The boos start again, but that's obviously for Razor.

The crowd likes that. They like that a lot. And they show it, breaking into an almost unanimous cheer.

Michaels seethes through his teeth, reluctantly nodding in agreement.

...and the crowd goes wild.

Indeed it is Evan Flare who immediately walks out onto the stage behind Lawson. He walks up beside the Instant Classic, an unwavering glare into the ring. The only person to beat David Michaels since his return is now facing him next week, and Michaels knows it. The color drains from the champion's face as he takes a few steps back in the ring. JHalc's face finally shows a look of concern, although it's more of the "well that's an interesting development" variety. Flare turns to Lawson and quickly upturns the corner of his mouth, flashing him a smirk before the two turn to look back at their opponents next week. As the crowd roars in approval for the huge main event set for next week, the final shots of Vendetta feature a staredown between the two teams: JHalc and Michaels slowly getting their confidence and anger back, and Lawson and Flare both confidently glaring back from the ramp, ready to kick some ass next week.


...And the show fades out...

Pretty good promo. Nice bit of jabs between David and Tyler and the tag match, unfortunate for me as I won't be here to read it, sounds good.

Evan flare is back! the crowd didn't go mild tho

My ass is everywhere

Damn that afro haired man

FLAREEEE!!!!!!!