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The ring crew and Victor Cross are all set for the next match, but before any action can happen, Maxwell Conners is shown backstage, which recieves a mixed reaction from the Barton crowd, being interviewed by Johnny Miller. Johnny asks the question everyone had been wondering, "Why did you do it?" Maxwell shrugs Miller off and takes the mic, explaining his whole vendetta.

"You know, ever since I did what I did last week, everyone has had that question running through their heads. They ask me, 'Why Maxwell, Why?' And you know what? I'm tired of hearing that question, so right here, right now, I'm going to tell you people why....though it shouldn't be to hard to realize."

Maxwell looks down and musters up a smirk before raising his head and staring intently back on the camera. "Raymond Kage thought it would be amusing to screw me out of the World Heavyweight Championship, way back at the Civil War. And basically, we all saw what happened to him at Legacy of Supremacy. And once I finished him off, I truly believed that Maxwell Conners would go to great places. No more being screwed, no more being cheated out of the things I rightly deserve." Maxwell shakes his head to himself before continuing. "Thats when I heard that I had the chance to win the World Tag Team Championship, a title that though of lesser importance, always held a special place in my heart. But in order to get that shot, our great CEO, Brian Blade, decided that I'd be tagging with this lowlife Hell's.....oh wait, thats right...he likes to be called Stephen Ford now." Maxwell smirks to himself at this continues.

"Anyways, I had the chance last week to regain all that had been taken away from me over this past year. You see, to be great, you have to follow a road full of pride, confidence, and determination. And last week, I had a chance to regain that pride, regain that determination, by winning the world tag team championship. You see, everyone knows that I am one of the, if not the, greatest athlete in this buisness. And though I was required to partner with that jobber Ford, I knew I could win it.....but thats where I was wrong." Maxwell garners a very serious look on his face. "You see, Ford happened to do the one thing that eliminated all hopes of our team winning....he took me out. He screwed me out of the World Tag Team Championship. And just like Raymond Kage, he felt the pain, he felt the beating that comes with screwing Maxwell Conners over. And now, I have this match today with Eclipse. And he isn't going to fare much better than Ford did last week. You see...." Maxwell continues to go on, but he hears a loud amount of boos from the crowd. Maxwell takes a moment to look all around him, with an annoyed look on his face.

"You know what? I've done everything I possibly could for you people this past year, and this is the thanks I get? I risk my body for you people, suffering injury after injury, but you sit here today and boo me, when EVERYTHING that I am saying is the truth, regardless of whether you want to hear it or not." Maxwell smirks as he finishes, only to recieve a good amount of boos from the crowd. "Ya know, you people don't give a crap about me, so why in the hell should I give a crap about you?" With that, Maxwell drops the mic and exits the picture, leaving Miller to pick up the mic from the ground.

"See You at the Show" immediately begins to play, and the arena darkens as a red light shows down from the Bartron, but Maxwell doesn't appear for a good amount of time. Victor Cross announces his name, but Maxwell is no where to be seen. Then, out of no where, Maxwell goes flying out from the back and begins rolling down the entrance ramp. The lights go back on and STEPHEN FORD is shown on the entrance ramp, smirking down at Maxwell. Stephen quickly runs to Maxwell and begins kicking him all the way down to ringside, and once they are there, he shoves Maxwell into the ring. Ford follows quickly, as Maxwell begins using the ropes to get to his feet. He turns around once there right into a clothesline from Ford. Maxwell quickly gets to his feet and runs right into another clothesline. Ford immediately falls to the mat and begins to pound away at Maxwell's head with swift rights and lefts, as Maxwell tries to cover up to no avail. Ford gets back up to his feet, and begins to raise his arms as he tries to pump up the crowd, but he leaves Maxwell unattended, so Maxwell is able to cral to his knees. Ford then walks over and drags Maxwell to his feet by his hair, but Maxwell is able get a knee to the midsection, which sends Ford keeling over. Maxwell notices that Ford is winded, so he runs against the ropes for momentum, but all he gets for his troubles is a Lou Thez press from Ford, who immediately begins to pound away at Maxwell's head with swift rights again. By this time, the Jack Frost Security Force has made its way to ringside, and quickly climbs in and 4 men begin to grab Ford as they try to drag him away, but Ford is somehow able to power out, as all men go flying backwards. Ford quickly moves back over to Maxwell and begins pounding away yet again, but even more security come this time and are able to restrain Ford. Maxwell slowly gets to his feet and looks angrily at Ford, being restrained by all of the JFSF. But not caring at all, Maxwell runs towards the group of men and begins to fight through, as he lands a few punches to the head of Ford, but Maxwell is restrained as well by even more security. Security has taken Ford out of the ring and slowly up the entrance ramp, as Maxwell, with his security force, remains in the ring, as both men stare intently at each other.

With each man currently held by about 5 or 6 men a piece, it seems as though the fight is over... That idea is shattered when Ford breaks free of his security and rushes back down to the ring. He slides in and leaps on top of the security force holding back Conners to try and take him out. The rest of the has come out by this point, and the ring is slowly filling up with the bodybuilders turned security guards as they try to restrain the two superstars. The two try to break free, but all thier hopes of an escape are crushed when the JFSF's leader, Jack Frost, rushes out into the middle of the ring. Since neither man wants to pick a fight with the 7'1" Frozen Nightmare, they visably calm down... and immediately go back to thier tempers when they see Brian Blade waltzing down to ringside. Pulling a mic out of his pocket, but staying out of the way, Blade grins at the two warring superstars.

"Y'know, this is one really interesting fight, I do say so myself... unfortunately, there's airtime and ratings and whatnot that we have to deal with, and since sweeps is coming up soon, we need to show those ad-folks that we're not to be ignored!" Blade rambles, the effect of his manic rambling calming down Conners and Ford. "Now, that brings me to you two... Because of the harsher looks I'm getting these days, we can't have you taking up 20 minutes to brawl about in an unscheduled fight. But, since seeing you two clowns tear each other apart is so much fun, why don't we reschedule this fight... for say... Payback on April 12th? Then, you two can beat on each other as much as you'd like, and people would be paying me for it rather than me paying for it in ad revenue. Speaking of which... damnit Frosty, aren't you done those damn taxes yet? April 15th isn't THAT far away y'know!"

Frost, along with the majority of the crowd, just stares at Blade and his constant energy and rambling, while Conners and Ford look at him with a 'get on with it' look.

Sensing that he needs to wrap this up, Blade grins and looks at both men, "Now, I know that kicking each others asses on a stage like Payback is a great reward, not only emotionally, but in your pocketbook as well. Now, while being the 4th biggest match on a show isn't that bad, there's nothing like being in the main event," Blade pauses at that moment to sigh a sigh of relief. Continuing, he adds, "This is where the two of you might want to start taking notes... Oh wait, you're being held apart by 7 300 pound bodybuilders, so I don't think you'd be able to write anything, would you. Oh well... anyway, take mental notes or something, because I won't repeat this again. The announcer guy or the guy that does our commercials might, but you will not hear me repeat this to anyone else."

A few seconds of smirking later, Blade continues, "Whoops, I guess I started to move off topic... Anyway, while you two take your notes, I'm gonna tell you a story... And this story is about Omega, our former BTWF World Heavyweight Champion. See, almost immediately and against the orders of our fine medical staff, Omega slammed a contract for a Payback rematch and told me to sign it. I, of course, did exactly what he wanted. I mean, look at it in my eyes..." Blade stops for dramatic pause, since he WAS in theatre. "That was gonna be a huge a** match... Darson Grays vs. Omega, one on one... That's like, a dream match like nobody's EVER seen before! I quickly rushed and made a whole bunch of posters and such advertising the match. Of course, then Omega found out his neck was completely ******** up and he needed to go have the spinal fusion surgery, cancelling my precious main event." Blade makes some fake hysterics that award him a look from Frost, and then continues, "And that brings me to you two..."

"See," Blade grins as he finally has the rapt attention of the two hated rivals in the ring, "Both of you have expressed interest in facing Darson Grays and winning the World Heavyweight Championship for a second time. Soooo, that is why I'm gonna throw you both a bone. I just talked to Darson backstage, and he agreed to this little stipulation for your match... Basically, both of you better hope that you don't beat the crap out of each other in your match, because if you do, then you've got no chance when the winner of your little fight faces Darson in the Payback Main Event later that night." The crowd cheers at this little announcement, though it took bloody forever for Blade to get to that point. "Like I said, don't beat on each other too much, because if you don't have enough left in you to beat Darson later that night, I won't be sorry 'bout your damn luck."

CALM LIKE A BOMB!

Blade tosses his mic into the crowd and walks backstage, with the two JFSF groups pulling Conners and Ford apart as we go to a commercial for the BTWF 1 Year Awards Ceremony, live on April 15th, 2005.

New Matches Signed for BTWF Payback:
Maxwell Conners vs. Stephen Ford
-AND-
BTWF World Heavyweight Championship
Darson Grays (c) vs. Maxwell Conners -or- Stephen Ford

The Barton crowd is emotionally charged after all the events that have taken place tonight, finally culminating in this main event. Though the two men going for the Gaia Title Number One Contendership are both unliked in Barton, the crowd is nevertheless concerned with which of the two will face Heat for his title at Payback.

Victor Cross enters the ring, clearing his throat before beginning. "The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is to determine the Number One Contender for the BTWF Gaia Championship!"

The lights in the arena suddenly fade to a pale red glow, the crowd immediately getting up onto their feet and letting out a huge cheer as the Hot Sauce Symbol appears on the BarTron. The image switches to the blue sun, the flames growing larger and larger as the camera moves in towards the star, eventually slipping inside, seven letters spelling out the words "The Heat". Columns of fire suddenly shoot up from the BarTron, following lines out over the ceiling and down the sides of the entrance ramp as "Touche" by Godsmack hits, the opening acoustic guitar strums flowing out through the sound system as the crowd cheers even louder, the red light now alternating between blue and red as the illumination sweeps over the arena.

As the opening guitar solo ends and the first verse begins, a spotlight snaps on at the top of the entrance ramp, and The Heat exits through the curtains, walking out and looking over the crowd, the Gaia title slung over his shoulder. Victor Cross seems a bit confused, but goes into an introduction anyway. "Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the Mexican Marvel, the Icon, a member of the Archetypes of eXcellence and the current reigning and defending BTWF Gaia Champion...THE HEAT!!!" The crowd follows Cross' intstructions perfectly, Heat just grinning as he moves down the ramp, holding his arms out for high fives from the crowd. Eventually, Heat reaches the ring, heading over to ringside and moving over to sit at the announcing table between Hartman and Sharpton, setting his title down on the table and putting a headset on as "Touche" fades out.

Hartman: Heat! Wow, we sure didn't expect to have you come down here and join us!

Heat: This match is going to determine who I face at Payback, ese. I think it's important enough for me to come down and watch.

Sharpton: You could've watched from the crowd...

Heat: But where's the fun in that?!

SO YOU WANNA BE A ROCK SUPERSTAR?!

"Rock Superstar" by Cypress Hill hits, the crowd booing and jeering as the sound of a motorcycle engine is heard revving up. After a few moments, Shadow rides out on his custom Ducati to the top of the entrance ramp, stopping it and looking out over the crowd, revving up his cycle a few times. "Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred fifty-three pounds...SHADOW STARR!!!"

Hartman: Now, of course, we all saw Shadow's shot at Legacy of Supremacy for Heat's title end in a loss.

Heat: Major loss.

Hartman: But because there is no determined Number One Contender for the Gaia title after Bryan Kutterman's loss last week, Shadow has been given a second chance this week against Revision.

Heat: Shadow, Redesign...It doesn't matter. The Icon's going to win either way. I'm never letting go of this title, vato!

Sharpton: Shadow and Revision may have something to say about that...

Shadow rides down the ramp, stopping at ringside and getting off his cycle, sliding into the ring and walking over to the edge of the ring near the announce table, pointing down at Heat before making a belt motion at his waist. Heat just shakes his head and waves Shadow off.

Heat: Yeah, yeah, say what you want, but I took you out clean in the ring, Shadow.

Shadow walks away from the ropes and leans back against the turnbuckles of his corner, watching the entrance ramp as his entrance theme fades out.

The lights in the arena dim to a dark blue color as the opening bass guitar solo of "Hysteria" by Muse floods the sound system, the crowd booing and jeering even more heavily than they did for Shadow as the drums make their way into the beat, white spotlights flashing on at the top of the entrance ramp and illuminating the back of Revision, currently dressed in his normal dark blue boxer's robe. As the song moves into its main beat, Revision spins around and throws his arms out to the side, a wall of white pyro erupting from the top of the ramp, Revision emerging from the smoke a few moments later, the crowd jeering even heavier as Xunkai follows him out. The crowd notices Stetson isn't with them this time, but then sees that Cross has a card with him, seeming reluctant to read it, but goes into it after a moment. "And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Xunkai, from the City of Sin, weighing in at eighty-six kil-...one hundred ninety pounds..." Cross reads the rest of the card in an exasperated, annoyed voice. "He is the Future of Wrestling, the Destroyer of Prodigies, the Killer of Humans With General Feline Fantasies, and the Dispeller of Shadows...This is Revision."

Cross rips the card into pieces and tosses them out of the ring in disgust, exiting as Revision makes his way through the ropes, Xunkai sliding into the ring with him. Revision grins and calls out to Cross at ringside "Be a little more energetic next time!" Cross glares daggers at Revision as he turns away, making a slow 360 degree turn before dropping down to his knees, white sparks showering down from sets above the turnbuckles, Xunkai standing behind him and looking out over the crowd with narrowed eyes. Revision gets up after a moment, undoing his robe and handing it off to an official as well as his sunglasses, speaking with Xunkai for a moment before the Anarchist slides out of the ring and "Hysteria" fades out. Revision and Shadow stare each other down, though Shadow has a serious expression while Revision has the ever-present smirk.

Sharpton: Revision's beat Shadow once before. I don't see how this match is going to be any different.

Hartman: Ah, but a Number One Contendership trophy wasn't on the line that time.

Joe walks forward between the two men, asking if both are ready, then steps back and calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

Revision and Shadow slowly circle each other for a few moments, Revision reaching up to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind his ear before moving forward and holding his arm out, as if to go for a Knucklelock. Shadow seems wary at first, but then decides to go for it, locking his fingers up with Revision's, only to receive a sharp kick to the outside of his knee, Shadow quickly breaking the hold and moving back. Revision just grins, circling around Shadow again, bouncing up and down, seeming pretty confident with this match. The two men go to lock up into a grapple, but Revision quickly darts around behind Shadow, pulling him into a Reverse Waistlock before taking him down to the mat, quickly spinning his body around and shifting up towards Shadow's head and pulling him into a Front Facelock. Shadow pushes himself up to all fours, Revision cinching the move in tighter, but Shadow twists out of it and pulls Revision's arm down into a modified Armbar, then twists it up into a Hammerlock. Revision cringes for a few moments, but then rolls out of the move, Shadow still managing to hold onto Revision's arm, but gets his leg taken out from under him by The Future, who then grapevines Shadow's leg, as if to go for a submission, but Shadow quickly reaches down and pulls Revision up into a Sleeper Hold. Revision manages to cinch in what appears to be an Inverted Figure Four, however, and Shadow lets go. Revision wrenches up on his leg with the maneuver, knocking Shadow's hands aside as he goes to pull him into another Sleeper, finally releasing the hold and standing up, quickly lifting Shadow up by his head and connecting with a European Uppercut. Shadow bounces off the ropes from the force, walking right into a Snapmare Takedown from Revision, who then cinches in a Rear Chinlock.

Hartman: A surprising technical exchange between these two men. I wasn't expecting that.

Sharpton: I wasn't expecting Shadow to last more than ten seconds.

Heat: And I wasn't expecting the amount of Heat Girls here tonight.

Shadow manages to twist out of this after a few moments, pulling Revision into a Front Facelock and hooking his left arm, eventually releasing the facelock and twisting Revision's arm up into another Hammerlock, this time pulling him up and twisting Revision around to face him in a bent-over position, still keeping the Hammerlock held in. Shadow hits a quick knee right into Revision's left shoulder. Shadow releases the Hammerlock, but quickly pulls Revision into a Snapmare Takedown of his own before dropping down and locking in a Reverse Chinlock. Revision twists out of it before Shadow can cinch the move in tight, however, pulling Shadow up in a Front Facelock, but suddenly releases it before hitting a vicious Knife-Edge Chop across Shadow's chest, knocking him backwards. Revision quickly moves in and follows up with a Toekick before pulling Shadow down into another Snapmare Takedown, this time cinching in the Reverse Chinlock tightly. Revision twists his arm up every so often to tighten the hold and make sure Shadow doesn't get out, but Shadow finally does manage to wrench out of the hold, twisting Revision's left arm up into an Armbar. Revision cringes, but eventually manages to roll out of the maneuver, but can't tear his arm away from Shadow. Finally, Revision rolls back onto his shoulders so that he's vertical, then kicks out into Shadow's shoulder, making him release his arm. Revision rolls up to a standing position and shakes his arm out, rolling his neck and smirking at Shadow, but suddenly turns around to a particularly vocal anti-EP fan and begins to throw insults back. Shadow doesn't miss this opportunity, grabbing Revision from behind and taking him down to the mat in a Reverse Waistlock, then begins to try to take Revision into a submission hold. Revision twists and rolls, trying to break out of Shadow's grip, and prevents any holds from being put on him, but finally has to roll out of the ring just to get Shadow off him, the crowd booing as The Future stands outside the ring, Xunkai patting him on the back and speaking to him for a few moments.

Hartman: Just like Revision to roll out of the ring and keep from getting any more punishment.

Sharpton: It's a strategy, Vic. Why stay in the ring and get hit when you can go out and get a breather? Besides, Revision's got Xunkai at ringside. He's a veteran. He can give him tips.

Heat: Or interfere in the match.

Sharpton: Never!

Revision slides back into the ring after a bit of coercion by Joe, this time running forward and coming in with a punch, but Shadow blocks it and fires back with his own punches, knocking Revision back into the ropes before whipping him across the ring and catching him with a Back Elbow. The crowd actually seems to be getting behind Shadow a bit at this point, deciding that he is the lesser of the two evils in the ring. Once again, Revision rolls to the outside, shaking his head out and holding onto the guard rail for a few moments before turning and moving back into the ring, Shadow catching him with a few punches before bending Revision over and slamming his forearm down into his back, then pushes Revision up against the ropes and whips him across the ring. Revision comes back and goes for a Lariat, but Shadow ducks it, catching Revision as he comes around the second time with a Back Body Drop. Revision once again rolls out of the ring, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. Shadow seems angered at this point, walking over to the edge of the ring and yelling at Revision to get back in the ring, Joe doing the same. Revision grabs a steel chair and folds it up, walking back over to the ring, but Joe prevents him from getting in while still holding the weapon. Meanwhile, Shadow becomes distracted with Heat at ringside, walking over and getting up on the top turnbuckle nearest the Gaia Champion, yelling down at him. Heat responds with a few insults of his own, but this is all interrupted as Xunkai walks over and pulls Shadow down off the top turnbuckle and throws him down into the ring to boos and jeers from the crowd. Seeing this, Revision throws the steel chair down and moves back into the ring, starting to pick Shadow up by the head. Shadow suddenly counters with a swift punch to the ribs, then another one to the side of Revision's head before slamming his forearm down into Revision's back once more. Shadow goes to Irish Whip Revision, but The Future reverses it, sending Shadow across the ring instead and leapfrogging over him as he comes back. However, as Shadow comes over a second time, Revision suddenly drops down and clutches his knee, cringing in pain.

Hartman: What's going on here?

Sharpton: Looks like Revision hurt his leg doing something...

Heat: Like what? Shadow hasn't hit a move to his leg this whole match!

Hartman: It's possible he twisted it while running or something...

Joe comes over and crouches over Revision, checking on him while Shadow stands to the side, seeming confused and somewhat angry. Suddenly, Revision reaches up and grabs Joe, tossing him into Shadow, then quickly gets up and runs to the ropes, jumping up and bouncing off to hit a Springboard Spinning Wheel Kick just as Shadow throws Joe to the side, the crowd booing and jeering heavily as Revision sits on the mat, pointing to his head and grinning. Revision goes for the pin after this. "1...2..." Shadow kicks out. Revision doesn't seem to angry with it, picking Shadow up by his head and lifting him up onto all fours before swinging his knee right up into Shadow's face, knocking him down to the mat. Revision smirks a bit before picking Shadow up and pulling him down again with Snapmare, then runs back to the ropes, jumping off and coming back with an Elbow Drop right onto Shadow's neck, once again covering him. "1...2..." Shadow kicks out again. Revision picks Shadow up once more, then bends him over before hitting a sudden Mongolian Chop, slapping his hands down onto Shadow's back. Shadow arches his back and cringes, the crowd cringing as well from the sharp smacking sound that comes from the striking maneuver, Revision picking Shadow up again, dodging an elbow before hitting another Mongolian Chop. Revision pulls Shadow over into the corner, pushing him up against the turnbuckles before firing off a Knife-Edge Chop heard throughout the arena. Shadow counters with an elbow to the side of Revision's face, but The Future strikes back with a kick to Shadow's gut, only to be caught with another forearm to the side of his head. Revision responds with a second Knife-Edge Chop, and this one manages to stun Shadow. Revision pulls Shadow down with a Snapmare, then slams his foot into Shadow's back with a STIFF kick, Shadow crying out and arching his back, rolling over onto his side.

Sharpton: Look at that! Revision's taking it to Shadow with those striking attacks!

Hartman: Revision is certainly showing that he can do the striking style of wrestling as well as the high-flying aspect.

Revision rolls Shadow onto his back and goes for another cover. "1...2..." Shadow kicks out once again. Revision seems a bit annoyed with this, but takes his frustration out on Shadow by pulling him into a Figure Four Head Scissors, wrenching back up on his neck and cutting off his air supply. After about thirty seconds or so with this locked in, Revision finally releases the hold and goes for another cover. "1...2..." Shadow manages to throw a shoulder up off the mat. Revision seems to be getting frustrated at this point, picking Shadow up and hitting a harsh Knife-Edge Chop again, but Shadow fires back with a forearm to the side of Revision's head. Revision hits a Toekick that knocks Shadow back into the corner but Shadow hits a Toekick of his own, refusing to let Revision get another advantage. Revision responds with a hard right hand into the side of Shadow's head, then quickly hits a European Uppercut before Shadow can counter. Shadow manages to shake this off and hit a punch of his own, then grabs Revision by the legs and attempts to throw him up out of the ring. Revision manages to twist around and land on the apron, however, grabbing Shadow from behind and Guillotining the back of his neck on the top rope as he jumps down off the apron. Shadow clutches his neck and rolls out to the middle of the ring, Revision sliding back in and picking Shadow up in a Front Facelock, taking a few deep breaths as he grabs Shadow's leg before slowly lifting him up and dropping down in a Vertical Suplex, it obviously having taken a lot of Revision's strength to pull that move off. Revision shakes his arms out for a few moments, then goes over and climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, steadying himself on the top ropes for a few moments before jumping off and hitting a Flying Knee Drop right onto Shadow's ribs! Shadow cries out and clutches his ribs in pain, Revision quickly rolling him onto his back and kneeling on his chest and neck in a cocky cover. "1...2...TH-" Shadow throws a shoulder up!

Hartman: Revision could've broke Shadow's ribs there!

Sharpton: It'd make it easier to win the match!

Heat: You say it as if the people here care whether Shadow's ribs could be broken or not.

Revision narrows his eyes at Joe, but shrugs it off, standing up and picking Shadow up as well before knocking him back against the ropes with a harsh chop. Joe tells Revision to back away for the rope break, Revision holding his hands up and doing so...But then hits a Toekick on Shadow before slowly picking him up in a Suplex position before laying his upper body across the top rope before launching himself up in the air and hitting a Leg Drop right onto the back of Shadow's neck! Shadow falls back into the ring, Revision walking over and picking him up by the head, Shadow fighting back suddenly with a few shots to Revision's ribs, but Revision quickly stops this with a Rolling Koppu Kick, knocking Shadow down into the corner. Revision stands up and hits a swift kick right into Shadow's ribs, the crowd cringing just as much as Shadow. Revision follows it up with two more kicks, then turns and gives a thumbs up to Xunkai and grins, The Anarchist grinning back, Revision obviously taking a page out of Xunkai's book with the stiff kicks he's been using in this match. Revision pulls Shadow out of the corner and kneels down over his neck for another cocky cover. "1...2..." Shadow kicks out again. Revision seems a little annoyed with this, this time picking Shadow up and pushing him back against the ropes, but suddenly tears Shadow's shirt in half, pulling the two pieces apart before hitting a STIFF chop across Shadow's chest, Shadow crying out and falling back against the ropes, the crowd cringing at the maneuver, Revision shaking his hand out after hitting it. Revision pushes his elbow pad down around his forearm, then follows this up with an elbow right into the back of Shadow's neck, making Shadow fall down to his knees. Revision smirks and shifts his elbow pad back up into its proper place before walking over and picking Shadow up, but Shadow suddenly drives his shoulder forward into Revision's stomach, coming back with a series of harsh forearm shots to the side of Revision's head, but The Future manages to catch him with a Dropkick.

Hartman: Revision is just picking Shadow apart with those harsh strikes.

Sharpton: I guess that's what happens when you have a guy like Xunkai coaching you from ringside.

Revision walks over to Shadow as he stands up, catching him with a kick to the knee before hitting him with a harsh European Uppercut, knocking Shadow back down into the corner. Revision walks forward and presses his foot up against the side of Shadow's face, digging it back into the turnbuckles as the crowd boos, Revision finally moving back at the count of four. Revision walks back over after a few moments and picks Shadow up, driving his fist right down into Shadow's face, but Shadow just glares up at Revision, obviously not going to give up. Revision backs Shadow into the corner again with some vicious punches before once again hitting a harsh Knife-Edge Chop on Shadow's exposed chest. Revision jumps up and tosses Shadow out of the corner with a Monkey Flip, then goes for another pin. "1...2..." Shadow kicks out, refusing to be taken down and miss another shot at the title. Revision lets out a deep breath, closing his eyes for a few moments, seeming to be resisting the urge to yell in frustration, but eventually picks Shadow up, this time going to whip Shadow across the ring, only to have Shadow reverse it and catch Revision with a huge Lariat on the rebound! Revision flips all the way over onto his stomach from the sheer force of the move, the crowd popping huge for this. Shadow falls down to all fours after hitting the move, breathing heavily, obviously having needed that to get some rest. Revision finally starts to roll over onto his back, moving up to a vertical base, but Shadow catches him with a boot to the gut as he stands up, knocking him back into a corner and beginning to lay into The Future with a serious of hard forearm shots right into Revision's temple, Shadow able to wind up before each one due to how stunned Revision is. Shadow takes a deep breath before grabbing Revision's arm and whipping him across the ring into the opposite corner, Revision's back slamming into the turnbuckles. Shadow quickly runs forward and hits a Clothesline, slamming Revision farther back into the corner, The Future falling down to a sitting position. Shadow quickly runs across the ring, bouncing off the ropes and coming back to hit a low Dropkick right into the side of Revision's head.

Hartman: Shadow seems to be making a comeback! It seems the cockiness of Revision may be his downfall!

Sharpton: A minor setback. Revision will be back in control soon enough.

Revision falls out of the corner, forcing himself up and stumbling out towards the middle of the ring, not even seeming to know where he is. Shadow quickly regains his senses, running up behind Revision and hooking him up in a Full Nelson, seeming ready to hit a DRAGON SUP-NO! Revision hits a sharp kick into Shadow's knee, pulling out of the hold and turning to go for a Clothesline, but Shadow grabs Revision's arm, reaching down and hooking his leg before pulling Revision into a Front Facelock and lifting him up to hit a FISHERMAN'S BUSTER! The crowd pops as Revision's head is driven right down into the mat with the maneuver, Shadow rolling over for the pin. "1...2..." Revision weakly kicks out to boos and jeers from the crowd. Shadow doesn't stop, quickly lifting Revision up to a vertical base before pulling him over towards the turnbuckle, setting him up for a Spinning-Out Powerbomb, looking to be setting up for the SHADOW BUS-NO! Revision turns and hits a thumb to the eye, Shadow stumbling back towards the ropes and letting go of Revision, who quickly runs across the ring and comes in with a Roaring Forearm right into the back of Shadow's neck before turning him around and running up the ropes to hit the FULL CIRCLE!!! Shadow flips over to land on his back, Revision taking a few deep breaths before covering him. "1...2...TH-NO!" Shadow manages to get a shoulder up! The crowd cheers at this, obviously getting behind Shadow at this point, probably due to the fact that Shadow was liked at one time, while Revision has always been hated in Barton. Revision glares down at Shadow, then makes a quick cutting motion across his throat, indicating it's time to end it. Revision stands up and lifts Shadow up to a vertical base as well, shoving his head under Shadow's arm and hooking him for the COLLAP-NO!!! Shadow manages to push Revision away, but The Future strikes out with a Knife-Edge Chop before Shadow can follow up, then runs to the ropes, jumping off and twisting in the air to hit a Springboard Spinning Wheel Ki-NO! Shadow ducks under the maneuver, turning around and pulling Revision up onto his shoulders before dropping back in an Electric Chair Drop! Revision arches his back and cringes as he's driven down into the mat, Shadow quickly turning over and covering him. "1..2..." Revision kicks out!

Heat: Hmm...I didn't think Shadow-boy had it in him.

Hartman: Shadow is certainly turning this match around. Revision is in trouble.

Sharpton: ...Nah. Can't be.

Heat: I think someone's in denial.

Sharpton: NEVER!

Heat: Yeah, yeah...Well, I'm going to go get a closer look at this match.

Heat removes his headphones and sets them down on the table, nodding to Hartman before grabbing his title and walking over to the opposite side of the ring from Xunkai, who is watching the match with a slightly nervous look, obviously not wanting to see his faction partner lose. Shadow pools his energy, quickly getting up and pulling Revision up with him, turning him around before pulling him into another Full Nelson, going for another Dragon Suplex, but Revision plants his feet, continually shifting his weight and keeping Shadow from pulling him back. Finally, Shadow suddenly breaks the Full Nelson and grabs Revision in a Reverse Waistlock, pushing him up against the ropes and rolling back into a Reverse Rollup! "1...2...TH-NO!" Revision barely manages to kick out this time, this maneuver obviously having surprised him. Shadow doesn't waste time, quickly pulling Revision up and hooking him for another Dragon Suplex, but Revision once again pulls out of it, this time jumping up and going for a Back Brain Kick to Shadow, but Shadow ducks it, grabbing Revision from behind, finally nailing the DRAGON SUPLEX!!! Shadow pulls himself up into a bridge, the crowd watching with anticipation. "1...2...THR-NO!" Revision somehow kicks out, the crowd, as well as Shadow, unable to believe it. Shadow looks over at Joe with a confused, astonished look, but Joe just shrugs, telling him that it was a two count. Shadow runs a hand back up through his hair, then sighs, standing up and slowly lifting Revision up, this time hitting him with a hard elbow to the back of the head, then runs back towards the ropes, the crowd getting psyched up as Shadow bounces off the ropes and bends down, running forward and jumping up once he moves past Revision, the crowd immediately getting up on their feet as Shadow grabs Revision's head and hits the SHADOW SLA-NOOO!!! Revision twists to the side and pulls out of the 3/4 Facelock, Shadow falling down to the mat on his back, unable to hit the move. Revision rolls down and out of the ring, walking over to lean against the steel barrier, obviously needing a breather after the Dragon Suplex.

Hartman: If Shadow had hit the Shadow Slam, it would've been all over for Revision!

Sharpton: If if's and but's were candy and nuts, it'd be a Merry Christmas.

Hartman: ...

Sharpton: ...

Hartman: ...Back...to the match.

Shadow stands up after a few moments, turning and seeing Revision on the outside, but then turns as he hears Heat from ringside, the Gaia Champion smirking up at Shadow and sarcastically clapping, yelling out "Nice job, Shadow!" Shadow glares down at Heat, then suddenly runs forward, diving through the ropes with a TOPE SUICIDA ONTO HEAT!!! The crowd immediately gets up on their feet as Shadow takes Heat down to the mat with the maneuver, quickly mounting the Gaia Champ and laying into him with straight punches right into the face. Joe sees this and immediately calls for the bell, moving down and trying to pull Shadow off of Heat, but Shadow just flings Joe aside. This gives Heat the opportunity to counter, though, grabbing Shadow by his shoulders and throwing him backwards off of him and into the steel guard rail. Victor Cross stands up, watching the two men while making his announcement. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this match has been ruled a No Contest!" The crowd boos and jeers heavily at this ruling, a "BULLSHIT!" chant starting up almost immediately. Heat picks Shadow up after tossing him into the barrier, but Shadow knocks Heat's arms away, ramming his his shoulder into Heat's gut and driving him into the side of the ring. The JF Security force is on their way down to the ring now, quickly coming over and managing to tear the two men apart, each one trying to tear away from the security and attack each other again. However, Revision is back in the ring now, and with a microphone.

Revision: NO! NONONONONONONONONONO! THIS MATCH IS NOT GOING TO END IN A NO CONTEST! I AM THE RIGHTFUL NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE GAIA TITLE! I DESERVE THAT SHOT! NOT SHADOW! IT'S MINE!

Shadow has managed to get away from the security, but doesn't run forward to attack Heat, instead just yelling "I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE TITLE! I WANT YOU, HEAT!" The security releases Heat after a moment, who glares at Shadow before turning and demanding a mic. One of the officials quickly gets him one, Heat breathing heavily for a few moments before lifting the mic up.

Heat: FINE! YOU BOTH WANT ME?! THEN YOU'LL BOTH GET ME! AT PAYBACK, I'LL DEFEND MY TITLE AGAINST BOTH OF YOU, IN A THREE WAY DANCE!!!

The crowd pops huge at this announcement, Heat throwing the microphone down to the mat before turning and walking away up towards the entrance ramp, Revision nodding with a grin on his face and tossing his mic off to an official before moving up to the back with Xunkai, Shadow leaning back against the steel barrier and watching everyone, his face hiding any major expression.

Hartman: WOW! We just heard a shocking announcement everyone! The Heat will defend his Gaia Championship at Payback against BOTH Revision and Shadow in a Three Way Dance!

Sharpton: Now this will definitely settle this situation.

Hartman: No doubt. Well, that's it for Madness tonight, folks. We hope to see you again next week.

Shadow begins heading back up the entrance ramp, showing a somewhat troubled, but also determined expression, disappearing behind the curtains as we fade...to...black.

BRUISES!

*As "Glass Shatters" by Disturbed cuts off the sound of "Bruises" by Skindred takes its place over the Barton Arena sound system, making the fans in Barton stand to their feet and cheer as they await the arrival of none other than Steve "Savior" Twist. They don't have to wait long as "The White Phoenix" makes his way out from the back on to the top of the entrance ramp where he is cheered greatly. Steve has a smile seemingly from ear to ear because of this, but also due to the fact this segment is usually one of the highest rated on Madness which means a bigger paycheck for himself. Not that Steve would be in the business just for the money, especially not with Brian Blade handing out his paychecks, but it is a perk that Steve takes notice of while going out and entertaining the fans. Twist begins to make his way down the entrance ramp after a small pause at the top and we can see that he still isn't dressed in ring gear tonight, but instead a standard black with blue lettering BTWF t-shirt, a pair of tan cargo pants, and his signature "Steve Twist" Nikes. Upon making it down the entrance ramp he enters the ring via the ring steps and quickly goes over to the far set of ropes and grabs a microphone from an official on the outside as the cheering in the Barton Arena continues. Steve waits a few moments for the cheers to calm down before bringing the microphone up to his lips and beginning.*

Twist: "Welcome one and all to the main event of the evening. Of course there may be some wrestling yet to come, but you didn't really come for the wrestling if I wasn't on the card did you? Actually, don't answer that question and instead we'll just get started. Empty Promises, last week you came face to face with Steve Twist one more time and all three of you had me figured as a moron with no plan in mind. Well it may be a little late for a newsflash since the storm has already come and gone, but I didn't come out to this ring unprepared last week. As everyone here in Barton saw I brought along some help who is here tonight to do this segment called Twist's Tale of the Tape with me. Upon saying that allow me to introduce one of the biggest stars in the BTWF today, a woman who is known throughout the world for her great wrestling abilities, Riona Langly!"

A soft pinging noise is heard throughout the arena as the house lights begin to flicker. The lights go out completely after a few moments as a slow guitar riff starts, punctuated by huge bass drum beats. A woman's voice comes over the speakers, speaking in a low tone.

Sing to me my muses...
Lost in the hot cyclops anarchy...
Possession, invention
Blood, blood...

Spirits, spirits...

Spirits, spirits come, come...

The drum beats get faster, and the woman's voice gets louder...

Where will these visions lead?
How far dare I go?
Where will this song take me?...
INTO THE DEEP UNKNOWN!!!

Silver sparks shower down from the entrance ramp and a woman slowly walks out into them. The woman's black dreadlocks, dyed red at the front, cover her face, but she suddenly tosses her head back and throws her arms out to the side in a crucifix position as silver fireworks shoot off from the ramp in front of her. Riona calmly steps out of the firework shower, an evil grin on her face as she walks down to the ring... She slides in and points out to the crowd before looking at her partner for Payback, Steve Twist, who hands her a microphone which he obtained during her entrance.

Twist: "Standing in the ring right now I honestly never thought I would see the day that Steve Twist and Riona Langly were in the same ring together. I mean besides that we are even on the same side as I would assume some people would call it, but nonetheless this is just a warm-up for what the fans here in Barton are going to get at Payback. Now I know that we both have the common bond of hating Empty Promises and this whole alliance we formed came from that, but what really was it that made you return my call the night of that Madness in Durem when I got my a** kicked by all three members of EP?"

Riona: "First of all, I think that everyone expected us to fight if and when we would meet in this ring, and trust me, when it happens, it'll blow anything these people have seen in their lives away... in fact, it'll probably be better than anything their children will see either. It's gonna be a classic, and we both know it... of course, I'll win, but hey, it'll still be good..."

Twist: "Yeah...hey wait a second what do you mean by you'll win? I'll be the one winning in that match just like I'll be making the hot tag and beating EP down before scoring the win at Payback, but just like you I shouldn't get too ahead of myself. Even with that small slip up here the fans might be just a tad interested in what you have to say so you can go on."

Riona: "Please Steve, everyone knows that you're the drizzling shits when it comes to tag team wrestling, while me, I'm a ******** goddess!"

Twist: "A goddess huh? So maybe Sex & Violence wasn't such a great tag team in PCW, but I did manage to pin the champion at the time...umm...of course you ended up winning that belt on your own later on...okay a different example S&X...oh yeah..."

Riona: "Exactly, you suck when it comes to tag teams... then again, you've never had a great choice in partners. I mean, Ledge is an awesome friend, but I think even he knows that his heart isn't in this industry. And let's not get started on your other partner, that green-haired little wuss named... oh ********, what was his name again? Xanki? Xumlak? Oh well, whatever his name is, he didn't exactly help when it came to your tag team experience... And that, Steve is one of the reasons I answered my phone that night. Because if I didn't answer, who would?"

Twist: "You see about that I'm sure someone would've. I mean I know I don't have a lot of friends in the business. Okay I don't have s**t for friends in the business, but I had expected someone to eventually return a call. I mean I tried Darson and while he used to be my biggest fan back in the day it seems we have grown apart. Of course that could be because he dropped me on my head at LoS just so he could walk away with a World title that belongs to me and certainly not you Riona, but I mean who gets so pissed off just because he was the one that screwed up? Not to mention I tried to call TT many times before I remembered that we didn't like each other. Silly me. So yeah I'll give you that maybe no one else would have answered my call, but right now I'm beginning to wonder if I really needed a partner in the first place. I mean Austin isn't a hard hitter and Xunkai would probably end up falling off of something halfway into the match so what exactly is it that you bring to the table that is so great Riona?"

*Steve then mutters under his breath 'besides losing to Revision of all people at LoS' before giving Riona the chance to speak again.*

*Riona retaliates by muttering 'at least I've never tapped out' before grinning.*

Riona: "Oh, and you felt it nice to bring up Revision... he's the other reason I agreed to help you out... I made him a star at Legacy of Supremacy. He beat me fairly, 1-2-3 in the middle of the ring, and then flushed it all away by joining that little disrespectful, arrogant, selfish punk Azure and that other guy. Revision could be the one challenging Darson, but instead he's just taking orders from that blue-haired freak of nature. Wrestling G-O-D my a**, there's only one technical wrestling divinity and their name is not Austin Azure, Tommy Riley, or Omega... no, their name is Riona Langly, and that p***k will find that out... Oh, did you want to speak Steve?"

Twist: "Of course not go on as long as you like. You do know they pay me for this segment by the minute right? Of course the pay isn't very good...but you do bring up a good point that you are a great technical wrestler. Maybe that is what I saw in you, but I could have sworn it was something else. I mean chain wrestling is fun and all, but the REAL reason you would win a Twist/Riona match is because you would put me to sleep while I was 'struggling' in one of your chinlocks. Besides I've seen teams made up of technical wrestlers before and although they sometimes have an advantage they aren't always going to win especially if they don't follow the plan each have laid out for the other."

Riona: "That's right, the plan... basically, if we're gonna win, I do all the work taking care of Dorkboy and whatshisface, you come in, hit a few "awesome spiffy keen" spots, and then leave the wrestling for the big girls, since everyone knows I'm the actual workrate in this match Steve. At least you can admit that much..."

Twist: "I'll admit something alright and that sure isn't that you're the 'real' workrate in the match. While you were off playing with little boys in the midcard of LoS I was involved in a 68 minute match involving Darson Grays and Omega as I've already slightly mentioned. Sure it wasn't a technical masterpiece, but I damn well showed that I can go in long matches and hit bigger moves with the rest of the big boys as well as sticking with my game plan. Since you seem so confident in yourself however I guess I'll do you one favor and that is saying that right now you'll be in the ring first at Payback to face whoever it may be from their team. Now if you are happy with that why don't we move on and actually talk about the two guys we are facing next Tuesday instead of how great you aren't. First on the agenda we have Austin Azure who has been a real thorn in my side since coming to the BTWF. You may think he is just egotistical, but you'll be surprised to see he can actually go when you meet him in the ring and I assure you that isn't a compliment I hand out easily or one I would give three quarters of the jobbers you face while working the opener in Japan."

Riona: "Y'know, I should kick your a** for saying half that s**t man... I've met opening acts in Japan that could make Omega look like a joke. As far as Azure goes, Steve you know that despite my awesome tan, that I spend half my time watching wrestling tapes in my basement. I know Azure's stuff, and seriously, it isn't anything that I haven't seen before. Beating up on DarkFyre, Eclipse, and Raw Mike is a lot different than beating The Prodigy."

Twist: "You really should try and kick my a** before proclaiming you are going to do so. You can make jokes about Omega all you want as I often do, but it doesn't change the fact you haven't faced him in a BTWF ring or anywhere else for that matter. I also know that beating a long list of jobbers doesn't make Austin a great wrestler, but neither does watching wrestling tapes. What makes you a great wrestler is doing so I'll leave it up to you two to settle the score between yourselves at Payback while I go after Xunkai. You know, even though it was pretty amusing when I kept forgetting that one guys name in PCW, I know you rarely forget who it is you're talking about. You don't need to worry about Xunkai though because I'll be the one taking care of him in this match. While I know that you have been in some hardcore matches in your day you would have to agree in the BTWF at least I'm really under credited in that department even though I am one of the best there is at it. That being said I'm going to make sure that before the end of the night Xunkai sees that walking around with a kendo stick in hand and kicking people, just like kicking and jumping off of high stuff, doesn't make you a badass or a great wrestler."

Riona: "Stop stealing my lines Twist, I know a great 7'1" lawyer..."

Twist: "Since when was that line yours exactly? I could've sworn you stole it from one of your many enemies, mainly the biggest rival you have when you talk about Riona Langly, but I'll try to stay out of your material and stick to my own unless I dare face the wrath of Frost."

Riona: "Since Miss Seldon was talking ABOUT me when she said that, then obviously I have full rights to take the line and use it however I wish. Anyway, Lisa's too busy proving everything I've ever said about her around Jacob."

Twist: "...hmm oh you're done already. While that is interesting and all and we really seem to have run out of topics when we reach the point of the history of Riona Langly being as important to know as good bracketology so we must find a way to wrap this up. I propose asking the one question everyone out here wants me to ask you..."

Twist: "Just when will we get Riona Langly in Playboy?"

*As soon as he is done asking the question Twist about dives from the ring while laughing the entire way. He ends up out on the floor with the entrance ramp behind him as an escape path and a microphone still in his right hand while Riona stands in the middle of the ring looking ready to kill him had he not run away.*

Riona: "Steve... you do know that you'll be within arm's reach next week... there's nothing in the rulebook about strangling your partner..."

Twist: "...maybe I should have thought that through a little more, but I needed something to spike ratings. That being said I'm out of here until next week where I'll remember to get security to escort me to the ring to watch Riona Langly wrestle both members of EP. Until then good night Barton!"

*With that Twist walks off leaving Riona in the ring while the crowd cheers some for both of them although many are still laughing over the end of the TotT. With that we cut to our first commercial break of the night...*

FILTHY BLACK SOUL! SLUTS WITH PUSS FILLED SOIL!

*Murder Song by Skum of the earth Hits the PA system, the fans look towards the TitanTron and Ivan walks out of the back with his custom made Bazooka. Ivan laughs and fires his Bazooka straight at the room, sending off a load of pyros off on the roof itself! The fans cheer loudly as Ivan drops the empty bazooka on the stage and takes off his custom Russian made jacket, he puts it down and walks to the ring. Ivan looks around while on his walk to the ring. Ivan Arrives at the apron of the ring and grabs the top rope, Ivan uses his large amount of power to lift him up to the edge of the apron and steps over that same rope.*

As Ivan awaits in the ring, The lights in the arena go out everywhere, graphic images flash on the screen as some demonic chanting is heard, after a few moments, an eerie purple colour fills the entrance ramp, and then a voice is heard over the PA system saying:

Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and Girls! [Long pause]

DYIN TIME'S HERE!!!

The familiar GONG tolls, but the song kicks in with:

Can you feel that?
Oh s**t...

OOH AH AH AH AHH!!! x2
OH OH!! x3

The lights turn an eerie purplish-blue and the entrance flashes with a blinding light. When the light fades, Voorhees is seen at the entrance, holding the Symbol. He takes a look around him, and begins walking down the runway.

Drowning, deep in my sea of loathing,
Broken, your servant I kneel (Will you give into me?)
It seems what's left of my human side,
Is slowly changing in me. (Will you give into me?)

Hika Lai is walking in front of him. Just as he gets to the end of the ramp, he places the symbol inside a pedestal, which sets off his pyro, re-illuminating the arena.

He slowly walks to the steps and lifts the end of his coat as he climbs the steps, stopping at the turnbuckle to eye his opponent/victim for the evening. His eyes become a pure white, and then revert to normal before he continues.

Walking along the apron, he gets in the ring through the second rope, at this time; Hika Lai has already entered the ring and slowly removes his coat, which she gives to the referee who hands it to the timekeeper. The music suddenly halts, as the GONG tolls out once more.

MADNESS HAS NOW COME OVER ME!!!

The Voice:
Here we have it, a match that Voorhees says Blade handed him.
Ivan the Terrible is a sacrifice to Voorhees here tonight.
Do you think that's true?

Headhunter:
I'm not sure, one thing I know is, is that sacrifice or not, this 7'3 Ivan The Terrible will indefinitely give the 6'4 Voorhees a run for his money. It's gonna be a fight.

[After the referee checks both men for foreign objects, the bell rings, and Voorhees and Ivan begin to circle the ring, Voorhees stretching himself off the ropes, building himself up. They stand centre, staring each other down. Both men take a step back, looking around the arena, before facing each other. A moment or so passes and both men lunge at each other, grappling into an elbow tie-up, pushing back and forth, Ivan using his 70lb weight advantage to push Voorhees against the ropes, trying to push him over, referee beginning to count to break them off the ropes, Ivan stops at the count of 4, and Voorhees pushes back, breaking the tie up, and tilting his head slightly as both Voorhees and Ivan stare each other down. Voorhees shakes his shoulders and the two tie up again, Voorhees pushing Ivan against the turnbuckle, but Ivan counters and tosses Voorhees into it, still holding that tie up as Ivan forces Voorhees back into the buckle. Voorhees yells and shoves Ivan away from him, coming back from the turnbuckle. Still staring each other down as they tie up for a third time, Ivan pulling Voorhees into a headlock, while Voorhees uses his hands to block Ivan's face, struggling to push the 380lb'er off of him.

Both men wind up against the ropes, as Voorhees manages a knee to the gut of Ivan, breaking the headlock and whipping Ivan against the opposite ropes, knocking Ivan down with a shoulder block as Ivan bounces back off the ropes. Voorhees laughs as he stalks Ivan, waiting for him to get up. Ivan gets to his feet pretty quickly, and looks Voorhees over, moving out a bit, before engaging in a fourth tie up, pulling Voorhees into another headlock, Voorhees breaks free again, whipping Ivan, aiming for a clothesline, but Ivan ducks, bounces off the ropes and takes Voorhees down with a clothesline of his own. Voorhees lies on his back as Ivan taunts him, grabbing Voorhees by his hair. Ivan hits a toe kick to the gut of Voorhees and sets up for The Iron Effect. Voorhees quickly pulls away, pushing Ivan against the ropes, and powerslamming him HARD on his return, Voorhees now taunting as Ivan pulls himself to his feet, charging at Voorhees with a right hand to the jaw of Voorhees.

Voice:
As usual we see Voorhees with those right hands. We also see that Ivan is giving Voorhees a bigger run for his money than Voorhees may have originally thought.

Headhunter:
Big deal, so it's not a squash match, just shut up and enjoy these two behemoths destroy each other.

The Beast retaliates with a right of his own and another, forcing Ivan back against the turnbuckle as he starts into a volley of rights and lefts, before whipping Ivan across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle. Ivan bounces as Voorhees charges, but counters with an elbow to the jaw, which stops Voorhees dead in his tracks. Ivan comes at Voorhees again, only to be stopped by Voorhees hand clamping around his throat, choking him as Voorhees throws Ivan back into the turnbuckle, throwing rights and lefts into the gut of Ivan, and then throwing his elbow into Ivan's jaw, and then punching him in the face. Ivan tries to break away, but Voorhees grabs him, whipping against the ropes, and using Ivan's comeback to toss him for a back body drop, Ivan letting out a yell as he landed. Ivan climbs to his feet, and Voorhees grabs him again, tossing him against the ropes again, trying for a clothesline, but Ivan ducks, bounces off the ropes, and knocks Voorhees over the ropes with a clothesline, shaking his head to stay focused as Voorhees hits the outside floor. The ref begins to count as Voorhees lays on his stomach, pulling himself to his feet, Ivan getting out of the ring and grabbing Voorhees, smacking his head off the guardrail barrier and knocking Voorhees to the floor again, rolling back in the ring to break the new count, and rolling back out as he kicks Voorhees in the ribs, and gets back in the ring, waiting for Voorhees.

As Voorhees pulls himself onto the apron, Ivan comes charging from the side with a legdrop against the back of the neck of Voorhees, dragging him in and beginning to stomp on Voorhees' gut, dropping to his knees and punching Voorhees, then choking him, the ref beginning to count as Voorhees is released on the count of four, the referee yelling at Ivan, as Ivan stands up, distracting the referee, allowing for Kid Chaos to come out from the crowd and drag Voorhees out of the ring, kicking him in the head, and rolling under the ring before the referee caught sight of him, coming out on the side of the ring beside Hika Lai, both Chaos and Hika looking at each other in disgust, each having a tie to Voorhees.

Voice:
Why in God's good name is Kid Chaos out here?
He has nothing to do with this match!!!

Headhunter:
Supporting his team-mate probably?

Voice:
Yeah right, more like trying to help Ivan cheat!!

Ivan is now outside the ring, bringing Voorhees to his feet, grabbing Voorhees and tossing him down hard with a spinebuster, to the unprotected floor, Voorhees yelling as Ivan picks him back up, Voorhees holding his back, as Ivan drives him into the side of the ring, grabbing him once more and rolling Voorhees back into the ring, laughing as he sets Voorhees into the AfterPain. Voorhees yelling as he tries to break free, referee constantly asking him if he gives, Voorhees constantly saying no.
Voorhees struggles, but slowly his able to hoist himself to his knees, and even more slowly to his feet, Ivan trying to lock the hold in tighter. Voorhees screams, before dropping backwards, causing Ivan to hit the mat, his head bouncing as it ricochets off the canvas, the crowds cheering as they get big pop out of it. Both men climb to their feet, Ivan getting up more quickly as Voorhees pulls himself up with the ropes, Ivan using this as he knocks Voorhees back down with a double axe handle, before stomping on the back of Voorhees. Ivan grabs a hold of Voorhees, choking him as he drags the monster to his feet, turning him around and applying a front face lock, and tossing Voorhees up, bringing him down with a delayed vertical suplex. Voorhees' back arches as he hits the mat, Ivan, turning over and beginning to pummel into the skull of Voorhees, making a quick pin attempt, the ref counting, but only gets to two as Voorhees kicks out. Ivan's eyes widen as he stands, sitting Voorhees up and begins to kick and stomp on the back of Voorhees' neck, finishing with a knee drop into the top of Voorhees' spine, as Ivan stands back up. Setting Voorhees between the ropes, pressing him down and choking him against the ropes, the ref counting but breaks on four as Ivan distracts him, Kid Chaos using the distraction to pull Voorhees throat down more into the ropes, choking him, but getting distracted as Hika Lai stops Chaos momentarily, which allows Voorhees to climb back to his feet.

Ivan grabs a hold of Voorhees, driving him into the turnbuckle, using a right hand to cause the monster to stumble, as he punches again, stopping for a second only to walk into a punch from Voorhees. Ivan stumbles as Voorhees comes out, throwing right hands into the jaw of Ivan, steering him with punches into the opposite turnbuckle, before finishing with an uppercut. Voorhees grabs a hold of Ivan, whipping him toward the ropes, but Ivan counters the whip, tossing Voorhees into them, catching him on rebound, and planting the 6'4 monster with a massive spinebuster, yelling at Voorhees before trying for a pin. One, two, no, Voorhees kicks up on two, and Ivan tries again, the result being the same as Voorhees kicks out on two again. A frustrated Ivan stands up, stomping on the chest of Voorhees, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, Te--No, Voorhees catches Ivan's foot on ten and pulls, causing Ivan to fall on his back as Voorhees gets to his feet, beginning his own stomps, except these are on Ivan's head.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Voorhees pulls back, watching Kid Chaos, before turning his attention back to Ivan, picking him up and latching a hand around the throat of Ivan. Ivan counters with a knee to the gut, taking a hold of Voorhees' head, turning him around and dropping down with a neckbreaker, and trying another pin attempt.
1, 2, Thr--No, Voorhees doesn't kick out, but rolls up, getting his shoulder off the mat. Ivan stands, and attempts to grab Voorhees by the hair, but Voorhees launches a right hand at the gut of Ivan. Ivan stumbles and comes back, only to be punched again. Ivan comes back a third time, only for Voorhees to hit him with an uppercut as he stands. Ivan throws a foot out, kicking Voorhees, setting up for an Iron Effect, but gets back body dropped by Voorhees because of it.

Voorhees now grabs Ivan, whipping him, but Ivan laughs as he comes back, nailing Voorhees in the temple with the Fist of the Terrible. Voorhees falls over, almost folding like a napkin as Ivan yells and taunts Voorhees' threats against him earlier in the week. He drops to his knees, attempting another pinfall, but Voorhees powers his way out on a count of two, laying on his back, almost catching his breath as Ivan rolls out of the ring, the ref counting as Voorhees rolls onto his stomach and begins to pull himself up. Ivan gets back in as Voorhees is almost on his feet. Ivan charges for a clothesline, Voorhees ducks and nails Ivan in the face with a Big Boot as Ivan bounces back. Voorhees grins, grabbing Ivan, and whipping him once more into the ropes, Ivan ducks a clothesline, but on his return, Voorhees leaps, catching Ivan with a Lou Theze Press and begins to pummel into the face of Ivan with lefts and rights, Ivan tries to block but Voorhees knees are pinning down Ivan's forearms.

Ivan struggles as Voorhees punches again and again, Voorhees hand still in the cast from his match with Makuta at LoS, Voorhees then begins attempting his own pin, only for Ivan to kick out at two, throwing Voorhees off of him. Both men stand up, Ivan resting against a turnbuckle as Voorhees looks like he's gonna explode, Ivan's face now busted open, with his blood coming from Voorhees cast arm. Voorhees charges at Ivan, but Ivan gets a foot up, which puts Voorhees on his back. After a moment, Voorhees begins to stand as Ivan grabs him; Voorhees locks an arm around the top rope and won't budge as Ivan tries to whip him. Ivan tries again and still nothing, Voorhees won't move and instead pulls Ivan forward and knocks him down with a short-range clothesline. Voorhees laughs as grabs Ivan by the head, picking him to his feet. Ivan tries to struggle, but Voorhees stops him short with a kick to the gut and furiously whipping Ivan toward the ropes, charging after him and knocking him over the ropes with a hard dealt clothesline.

Ivan hits the floor as Voorhees follows him, picking him up and whipping him again, but Ivan counters and whips Voorhees into the steel steps, the steps breaking apart upon impact with Voorhees, Voorhees holding his arm as Ivan grabs him, setting him against the turnbuckle. Ivan rolls in to break the count, but then grabs Voorhees' casted hand, placing his foot on it, Voorhees struggling to break free as Ivan crushed his hand between his boot and the steel post. After a few moments, Ivan let go, kicking Voorhees across the chest and once again rolling in and out of the ring to break the count. Voorhees struggles, but climbs to his feet, walking around the ring to catch his breath, but Ivan caught up, grabbing Voorhees. Voorhees breaks free, grabbing Ivan and smacking his busted face against the second set of steel steps over and over, before rolling him back into the ring, and following him. Ivan is on his knees, when Voorhees punches him across the back of the head with his cast hand. Kid Chaos jumps onto the ring apron to distract the ref, while Voorhees continues pummelling the back of Ivan's skull, getting a count off the crowd, stopping on Ten before delivering a final 11th blow which causes Ivan to just keel over, Chaos still has the referee distracted as Voorhees makes a cutthroat sign and picks Ivan to his knees, only for Ivan to counter with a low blow to Voorhees. Hika glares, and grabs Chaos' legs, using what strength she has to pull Chaos off the apron, his jaw connecting with the side of the ring as he rolls under the ring holding his jaw.

Headhunter:
Did you see that?
Hika Lai just owned Kid Chaos.
Hahaha!!!

Voice:
Don't laugh!!!
I can guarantee, Kid Chaos being as distorted and as sick as he is, will make her pay for that soon.

Headhunter:
Hahaha!!!

The referee turns back around, to see Ivan back in control of Voorhees, bringing Voorhees to his feet, whipping him to the turnbuckle, but Voorhees tries to counter with a whip of his own, but Ivan counters into another whip, this time sending Voorhees straight into the referee. Voorhees gets up, a grin sliding across his face as he looks at the O/C ref. He punches Ivan before whipping him, catching him on the rebound and driving his back onto the canvas with a Sidewalk Slam. Voorhees looks around as his eyes catch the broken steps, he gets out of the ring, grabbing the bottom part of the steps and sliding them into the ring, getting back into the ring along with them. Voorhees sets the steps in the centre of the ring, and moves to grab Ivan, but just as Ivan is on his feet, Ivan lets out with a second Fist of the Terrible, looking at the steps Voorhees brought as a smirk crosses his face. Ivan picks up the steps, setting them in between the turnbuckle. The crowd pops, and Ivan has no clue why, but he turns around to find Voorhees is sitting up and making it to his feet.

Ivan tries to punch but Voorhees blocks, punching Ivan back, and pulling back, before spraying Ivan in the face with a Black Demon Spew. Ivan covers his eyes as Voorhees rips the stairs from the turnbuckle, setting them back where he had them before grabbing Ivan, and to the amazement of the crowd, was able to set the 7'3 Ivan in position for the Tombstone Piledriver.

Voorhees climbed the steps and looked around the crowd then to Hika Lai, who simply smiled and made a thumbs down gesture, which Voorhees simply grinned at before dropping to his knees, hitting Ivan with the Tombstone onto the steel steps.

Voice:
A TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER TO THE 7 FOOT 3 IVAN!!!
OH MY GOD!!!

All that was needed now was a pin count. Voorhees kicks the steps out of the ring and shakes the ref, but to no avail, the ref won't wake up. The crowd pops again, and Voorhees turns round, only to be knocked to the ground by Kid Chaos and the barbwire baseball bat. Voorhees holds his face as Chaos begins stomping in on Voorhees. Voorhees tries to break free, blood now dripping down his face as he fights back, getting to his knees and punching Chaos in the gut, slowly getting up, and beginning to exchange blows with Kid Chaos, grabbing him an whipping him into a turnbuckle, he goes to charge, but is pulled back and cracked over the head with a chair, by Ivan The Terrible!!!

Ivan goes to the turnbuckle, and shakes Chaos to help him get the cobwebs out of his head as they both begin to stomp on the battered Voorhees. Voorhees tries to fight back, but his attention is distracted by Chaos as he beats down Ivan, and by Ivan when he battles back Chaos.

It soon gets to where Ivan and Kid Chaos are playing ping pong with Voorhees, Ivan laughing as Kid Chaos grabs Voorhees, spitting in his face before setting up the Chaos Theory and landing it and rolling out of the ring, Hika Lai rolling in, shaking Voorhees. Ivan steps outside the ring, taking a steel chair, and throws it into the ring, grinning, before his eyes narrow, looking at Hika Lai, stalking her, the 125lbs female, backing toward a turnbuckle, finding herself with no place to run, she tries to move, but finds herself restrained by Kid Chaos who is pulling her arms backward, Ivan grinning as he, presses his boot against her throat stomps down on her, picking her up, pulling back his fist and planting Voorhees' manager with the Fist of the Terrible, the crowd booing at Ivan and Chaos' tactics. Ivan grins, turning back to face Voorhees, moving to grab him, but Voorhees' hand shoots up, latching around Ivan's throat, pulling him to the mat, and quickly getting to his feet. Voorhees' eyes fall on the unconscious Hika Lai, his eyes coming into the back of his head as he turns and faces Ivan, stalking The Terrible, booting him in the face and grabbing his hair, picking him up to his feet, picking Ivan up and dropping him onto the turnbuckle with Snake Eyes.

Headhunter:
Snake Eyes by a now pretty pissed off Anthony Voorhees, blood streaming down both the face of him and Ivan!!!

Voice:
Kid Chaos now getting back in the ring!!!

Kid Chaos slides back into the ring, and charges at Voorhees, Chaos then pulls back his left hand like he is going for a punch he then swings his right leg to the right and then back to the left kicking out his left leg making his whole body go horizontal and airborne Chaos seems to hang for a second in mid air then comes crashing down with a fist drop right to the back of Voorhees' head. He laughs, but then is smacked down to the mat by a chair wielding Reaper. Reaper looks at Voorhees as Voorhees just sits up, looking at both Kid Chaos and Ivan as they lay out on the mat.

Voorhees gets to his feet, and orders Reaper to take out Kid Chaos, as Voorhees kicks the referee out of the ring, not really caring about the match anymore. He grabs Ivan to his feet and punches hard with the cast hand, Ivan blocks out of instinct and punches back, but Voorhees blocks that and head butts Ivan, scooping him up and moving centre of the ring, holding Ivan the Terrible, watching Kid Chaos and The Reaper as they battle on the outside. Chaos turns and looks at Voorhees, as Voorhees drops to his knees, delivering a second Tombstone Piledriver to Ivan, crossing his arms and counting to three, staring down Kid Chaos as he gets back to his feet.

Chaos shakes his head as Voorhees calls for a mic. It's handed to him as Voorhees stares down Kid Chaos.

Voorhees:
Kid Chaos!!!
You seem to enjoy interfering in my matches and trying to cost me them lately.
Well, in 7 Days!! I shall PAY you BACK!!!
April 12th, 2005, it shall be, The Bringers of Death; Anthony "Terror Ryzing"? Voorhees and The Reaper in a tag team match against Ivan The Terrible... And KID CHAOS!!!
Kid Chaos, prepare to meet thy maker!!!
In 7 Days, you WILL

REST... IN... PEACE!!!

Voice:
Did you hear that?!!!
At BTWF's Payback!!!
Anthony Voorhees and The Reaper vs Kid Chaos and Ivan the Terrible!!!
And you have to believe that Voorhees is looking to make his adversaries PAY for their sins!!!!

Voorhees makes one last move, picking up Ivan, and kicking him in the gut, setting Ivan's head between his legs, flipping Ivan up, onto his shoulders, and forcefully, and violently, throwing Ivan to the mat with a Crucifix Powerbomb. His eyes still locked on Kid Chaos, who is slowly walking backwards backstage. The lights go purply-blue as a gong tolls, Disturbed's "Down with the Sickness" blasting through the arena as we fade-to-black]

Victor Cross enters the ring, the crowd getting pumped up for this singles match, knowing with who's involved, it'll be a good one. "The following contest is scheduled for one fall!"

ONE! TWO! THREE! GO!!!

"Step Up" by Drowning Pool rips through the sound system as Seraph dashes out through the curtains, the crowd immediately getting up on their feet and erupting into cheers for one half of the most popular tag team in the BTWF. Seraph hops up and down a few times, psyching himself up for the match as he looks off to his right, showing his tribal tattoo to the crowd for a few moments before spinning around to face the BarTron, throwing his arms out to the side to open his longcoat, white sparks flying up from the entrance ramp to make the appearence of wings. After a few moments, Seraph turns around and begins to make his way down the entrance ramp, high-fiving the crowd. "Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at two hundred twenty-four pounds, he is an Archetype of eXcellence, one half of the High Altitude Low Operatives, and one half of the BTWF Tag Team Championship Number One Contenders...SERAPH!!!"

Seraph slides in under the bottom rope into the ring once he makes it to the bottom of the ramp, observing the crowd from this position for a few moments before kipping up and running to the nearest corner, jumping up on the middle ropes and throwing his arms up in the air, the crowd responding with another cheer before he jumps back down, removing his longcoat and handing it off to an official as his entrance theme fades out.

Stop. Drop. Shut 'em down, open up shop. Ohhhh. Noooo. That's how Ruff Ryders roll.

Raw Mike (A.K.A. Mike Check) steps out from behind the curtains, running out to the top of the stage with choppy stomps, throwing his arms up in the air in time to his entrance theme, "Ruff Ryders Anthem" by DMX. Mike insults the crowd a few times from the edge of the stage, playing himself up, the crowd responding with a large chorus of jeers and boos. Mike then begins to make his way down the ramp, flipping off and insulting a few fans as he does so. "And his opponent, from New York, New York, weighing in at two hundred one pounds, he is a member of the Renegade Souljahz and one third of the BTWF Tag Team Champions...RAW MIKE!!!"

Once Mike reaches the ring, he grabs the ropes, pulling them down a few times and checking out their strength before stretching them down a bit, suddenly releasing some of the pressure, the elasticity allowing him to jump up and vault over the ropes, landing squarely inside the ring, smirking at Seraph for a moment before turning around and insulting the crowd a few more times as "Ruff Ryders Anthem" fades out.

Niggas wanna try. Niggas wanna lie. Then niggas wonder why niggas wanna die...

Grey Fox calls the two men to the middle of the ring, the two members of rival tag teams staring each other down for a few moments before Grey Fox gets a little seperation between the two, asking if both are ready before stepping back and calling for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

Seraph and Mike slowly begin to circle each other, each one staring the other down, not about to give their opponent any chance to get in a sneak attack. The two men lock up into a grapple after a few moments, each one working hard to get control of the grapple. Though Seraph has a slight weight advantage, Mike is the better technician, and uses this to his advantage, suddenly breaking out of the grapple and grabbing Seraph's arm, taking him down with a quick Arm Drag. Seraph is right back up, however, the two men once again beginning to circle, wanting to get a feel for each other. After a few moments, they lock up into another grapple, and this time Seraph takes control, pushing Mike back into a nearby corner before tossing him out of it with an Arm Drag of his own, giving a little smirk to Mike as he gets up, Mike looking about ready to pop him. The two men quickly move up into another grapple, but Mike ends this one by pulling Seraph into a Side Headlock before spinning around and twisting Seraph's arm into a Hammerlock. Seraph shifts around for a few moments, eventually managing to twist out of it and pull Mike up into a Hammerlock of his own, but Mike shows his technical skill, quickly breaking out of it by pulling Seraph down with a Drop Toe-Hold. Mike quickly shifts forward and pulls Seraph up into another Side Headlock while on the ground, grinning out at the crowd, who respond with boos. Seraph manages to pull himself up to a standing position, attempting to push Mike's hands away, but Mike just shifts the hold, keeping Seraph in it. Eventually, Mike breaks the hold of his own accord, this time grabbing Seraph's arm and twisting it around into an Armbar. Seraph just steps back and grabs the ropes, however, preventing Mike from getting any real damage done to his arm. Mike backs off after a three count from the ref, seeming a little annoyed that Seraph had broken out of his move.

The two men meet up in the middle of the ring again, this time initiating a Knucklelock, Mike trying to twist Seraph's arms around to get an advantage, but Seraph doesn't seem to be doing too bad. However, Mike takes that advantage away by sweeping Seraph's leg out from under him, quickly breaking the Knucklelock and reaching down to lock in an Anklelock, twisting back on Seraph's leg while Seraph is still on his back. However, Seraph manages to get to the ropes quickly enough, Mike once again forced to break his hold before he can get any advantage to it. Mike and Seraph once again lock up into a grapple, Mike using his technical advantage at every opportunity here and pulling Seraph into another Side Headlock. Seraph quickly pushes Mike back against the ropes, however, before whipping him across the ring, but Mike catches him with a Shoulderblock. Mike quickly runs to the ropes, but Seraph kips up, grabbing Mike as he comes back and going for an Arm Drag, but Mike quickly reaches down and grabs Seraph's leg, dropping and hitting a Fireman's Carry Slam. Mike keeps Seraph's arm hooked, suddenly pushing him down in a Knucklelock, forcing his shoulders down onto the mat, Grey Fox sliding in for the pin. "1...2" Seraph pushes his shoulder up off the mat, fighting the arm strength of Mike, eventually getting them both up to a standing position before pushing Mike back into the ropes while still keeping the Knucklelock in, jumping up and hitting a Monkey Flip off the ropes. Mike doesn't release the Knucklelock, though, Seraph rolling backwards to try and pull out of it, but Mike just pushes him up onto his feet with his legs before kipping up and hitting a Monkey Flip of his own. Mike rolls backwards to knee on Seraph's shoulders for a sudden pin. "1...2..." Seraph swings his legs up and tucks them over Seraph's shoulders, pushing him down into the mat with a pin of his own. "1...2..." Mike kicks out.

Mike, not wanting to lose this chance, quickly runs forward, but Seraph catches him in a Leg Scissors while still on the ground, Mike grabbing Seraph's legs and trying to pull out of the maneuver. Seraph takes Mike down to the mat with the maneuver, however, wrenching back on Mike's neck with the Leg Scissors. Mike slowly fights his way up to his feet again, managing to push one of Seraph's legs away before twisting around, looking to go for a Figure Four, but Seraph grabs the ropes again, determined not to let Mike work on any body parts. Mike backs off after a few moments, allowing Seraph to get up. Mike comes in for another grapple, but Seraph dodges this one, this time, slamming his elbow down right into Mike's shoulder as he misses. Mike cringes, Seraph quickly capitalizing and twisting Mike's arm up into an Armbar before shifting under it and wrenching it down onto his shoulder a few times. Mike tries to flip out of the move, but Seraph quickly ducks down and takes Mike's legs out from under him as he goes to land before jumping up and dropping a knee right onto Mike's shoulder. Seraph picks Mike up after a few moments before whipping him across the ring, but Mike reverses, sending Seraph into the ropes instead and catching him with a Leg Lariat as he comes back. Seraph quickly gets up to his feet, but Mike comes in with a flurry of Knife-Edge Chops, knocking Seraph back towards the ropes before pulling him into a Front Facelock, lifting Seraph up before dropping him down in a hard Vertical Suplex, floating over for the pin. "1...2..." Seraph kicks out. Mike doesn't let this go long, quickly standing up and pulling Seraph into a Back Suplex before hooking the leg for another pin. "1...2..." Seraph once again kicks out.

Mike seems rather annoyed by this, picking Seraph up and hitting another harsh Knife-Edge Chop before whipping him across the ring. Mike runs forward, trying to catch Seraph off guard, but Seraph brings his leg up for a kick. Mike catches this, however, but doesn't catch the Enzuigiri, the crowd cheering as Seraph nails Mike in the back of the head. Mike falls down to the mat hard, Seraph quickly rolling over for a pin. "1...2..." Mike kicks out, but Seraph quickly follows up by pulling Mike into a Crucifix Armbar, the crowd popping as Seraph locks in the submission. Mike cringes as his arm is wrenched out of its socket with the maneuver, slowly turning his body towards the ropes, finally managing to get to the ropes. Seraph lets go of the move to boos from the crowd, Mike pulling himself forward and hanging off the side of the apron a bit. Seraph grins, seeing his chance here, quickly grabbing the top rope and vaulting himself over, hitting a Springboard Leg Drop right onto Mike's shoulder! The crowd pops huge for the high-flying maneuver, Mike crying out as his shoulder is driven down into the edge of the ring, rolling back towards the middle of it. Seraph quickly slides into the ring, coming forward with a few swift kicks into Mike's shoulder to soften it up, then picks Mike up, pulling him over to the center of the ring before hitting an Arm Drag and dropping down into another Crucifix Armbar. The crowd is getting excited at this point, knowing that Mike's arm is starting to get worn down after those hard shots from Seraph. Mike does manage to get to the ropes again, however, much to the crowd's chagrin. Seraph doesn't let up, however, picking Mike up and sending him across the ring into a corner, running forward and hitting a Rising Knee Strike right into Mike's shoulder. Seraph pulls Mike out of the corner, hitting a few quick punches to the side of his head before going to whip him across the ring. Mike reverses, twisting Seraph's arm around and coming in for a Short-Arm Clothesline, but Seraph ducks it, pulling Mike into a Reverse Waistlock, only to have Mike reverse that and pull Seraph into the same hold, but Seraph grabs the ropes. Mike lets go of the hold, Seraph letting go of the ropes, thinking Mike had backed off, but Mike quickly grabs Seraph again and hits a German Suplex, bridging the maneuver after hitting it. "1...2..." Seraph kicks out, though just barely, having been caught off guard.

Mike and Seraph get up after a few moments, but Seraph gets the first shot in with a hard Chop before grabbing Mike's arm and wrenching it down in a Single-Arm DDT. Seraph doesn't give Mike any time to recover, standing up and lifting Mike up before whipping him into the corner, running forward only to be caught with a boot from Mike, Seraph stumbling and turning around only to have Mike jump up on his shoulders from behind and hit a Victory Roll! "1...2..." Seraph reverses the pin, rolling into one of his own, but Mike uses the momentum, the two men rolling forward until they get to the ropes, where Seraph breaks the hold by tossing Mike up out of the ring with his leg strength. Mike gets up after a few seconds, barely dodging a Baseball Slide from Seraph, who then gets caught with a harsh Clothesline from Mike. Mike rolls Seraph back into the ring before climbing up onto the nearby turnbuckles, waiting for Seraph to stand up before jumping off and hitting a Flying Cross-Body! Mike stays on Seraph for the pin. "1...2..." Seraph kicks out. Mike seems a little ticked off at not getting the pin there, but stands up, pulling Seraph into a Front Facelock, looking to go for another Vertical Suplex, but Seraph floats over, only to have Mike reverse it into a Reverse Waistlock. Seraph elbows out of it, however, before running forward and bouncing off the ropes, only to get caught with a Dropkick from Mike. Mike quickly lifts Seraph up in a another Front Facelock, but this time drops him down in a hard Brainbuster, the crowd booing and jeering, a little scared for Seraph now. Mike rolls over for the pin. "1...2...TH-NO!" Seraph manages to get a shoulder up, pissing off Mike in the process, who gives Grey Fox a glare before picking Seraph up again, this time pulling him into a Standing Head Scissors, hooking both of his arms and looking to go for a Butterfly Suplex, only to have Seraph pull out of it, knocking Mike down with a quick Lariat before rolling him over onto his stomach and pulling his arm up into a Wakigatame Armbar!!! Seraph leans back and wrenches Mike's shoulder off to the side, Mike cringing and flailing his legs and free arm about, trying to find the ropes. Just when it seems Mike is about to tap, one foot finds the bottom rope, Grey Fox forcing Seraph to break the hold, the crowd booing heavily.

Seraph seems frustrated, but doesn't argue with Grey Fox, backing off and allowing Mike to stand up again, the Souljah suddenly grabbing Seraph's head and dropping down to hit the CANDY SHOP!!! Seraph's jaw cracks down against Mike's skull, the H.A.L.O. member falling down onto his back, Mike moving up to his feet and flipping the crowd off before grabbing Seraph's arm, twisting it slowly around until Seraph is on his stomach before hooking it and reaching forward with his good arm to grab Seraph's leg, wrenching it up in a Half Boston Crab position, locking in the GANGSTA STRETCH!!! Seraph cries out as he's pulled into the harsh submission maneuver, the crowd booing and jeering as Mike wrenches back on Seraph's leg, laughing madly. Seraph slowly tries to inch his body over to the ropes, but Mike has the move cinched in tight, preventing most movement. Finally, Seraph seems to be tiring out, just not having the energy to move towards the ropes anymore, the crowd gasping as SERAPH TAPS OU-NOO!!! FOOT ON THE ROPES!!! The crowd sighs with relief before erupting into cheers as Seraph stretches free leg out, managing to get it on the bottom rope, Mike unable to believe it just happened. Grey Fox calls for Mike to break the hold, the Souljah doing this after a four count, obviously very pissed off at Seraph now, hitting a few stomps into his lower back before Grey Fox forces him to back off. Mike does just as Grey Fox says, but climbs out onto the apron, watching Seraph intently as he slowly gets up. Just as Seraph turns around, Mike jumps up onto the top rope and springboards off, hitting the RAW RHAPSOD-NOOO!!! SERAPH CATCHES MIKE WITH A HURRICARANA OUT OF NOWHERE INTO THE BROKEN WINGS!!! The crowd is up on their feet immediately as Seraph locks in his signature submission maneuver, Mike crying out with pain as both his arms are wrenched back, trying to shift out of the maneuver, but he's in the middle of the ring with no way to move, and finally, MIKE GIVES UP!!!

The crowd erupts into cheers as "Step Up" by Drowning Pool hits, Seraph releasing the hold and rolling over onto his side, closing his eyes and breathing heavily. "Here is your winner...SERAPH!!!" Seraph slowly gets up to his feet as Mike rolls out of the ring, clutching his shoulder. Grey Fox walks over and grabs Seraph's arm, lifting it up in the air in victory, Seraph smiling as he lifts the other one up as well...ONLY TO GET HIT IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE TAG TITLE BELT BY THE POWERHOUSE!!! The crowd boos and jeers heavily as Powerhouse drops the belt, beginning to stomp repeatedly on Seraph's back as Eliminator slides into the ring and joins in on the beat-down. The crowd's cheers begin anew, however, as Irvine Kanyon and Ravena appear at the top of the ramp, quickly running down and into the ring, the Souljahz exiting before they can get attacked. Kanyon doesn't care about this, however, just running forward and throwing himself over the ropes with a PLANCHA ONTO THE POWERHOUSE AND ELIMINATOR!!! The crowd erupts into cheers at this, but watches anxiously as Mike gets into the ring, looking like he's going to attack Ravena from behind, but Ravena catches him with a SUPERKICK OUT OF NOWHERE!!! Mike falls down to the mat as Kanyon moves off of Powerhouse and Eliminator, Ravena deciding to join in, running forward and pulling herself up onto the top rope before turning around to face the ring and flying off with a CORKSCREW ASAI MOONSAULT!!! Ravena slams down into the Powerhouse and the Eliminator, Kanyon sliding back into the ring at this point and helping Seraph up, the two of them looking down at Mike for a moment before grinning to each other and nodding, jumping up onto the ropes and flying off in the HALOSAULT!!! The crowd pops huge as Seraph and Kanyon hit their double team maneuver, both then rolling out of the ring and joining Ravena as they walk up the entrance ramp, Seraph and Kanyon turning to face the ring and making belt motions at their waist and we cut to a commercial.

Xunkai vs The Heat
Non Title Match
5-4-05

Hartman- And now... we have the main event and what a main event, Xunkai is challenging The Heat, this will be the Icon's final match before Payback, what do you think James?.

Sharpton- "Oh Iron... Kiss Me".... Oh sorry, i was playing with the figures... yeah Heat needs to win this one to have a solid start at Payback, if he loses today i doubt he manage to make a wonderful comeback at PB... now let us start this!.

The calm, pulsing beat of "Double Bass" by the Gorillaz washes over the speakers, the crowd immediately beginning to boo and jeer heavily. After a few seconds, Xunkai pushes the curtains aside and walks out onto the entrance ramp, stopping at the top of it and folding his arms across his chest, taking a few moments to look out over the crowd with narrowed eyes, as if surveying a large group of imbeciles. Of course, in Xunkai's mind, this is probably the truth. Xunkai un-folds his arms and begins to move down the ramp, from the same entrance Revision appears, he walks behind his friend with a cocky smile, everyone boos them meanwhile Xunkai is shaking his arms out and rolling his neck as he does so, loosening himself up for the match ahead.

Cross: "Introducing first, from an Unknown Location, weighing in at two hundred eighteen pounds, he is a member of Empty Promises...The Anarchist...XUNKAI!!!... oh yeah and Revision is with him"

The fans like how Victor Cross made that cheap joke, once Xunkai reaches the ring, Xunkai jumps up onto the ring apron before quickly slipping through the ropes, walking forward to the opposite side of the ring and laying his hands on the top ropes for a few moments as he takes another look out over the crowd. Finally, he turns and heads over to his corner, doing a few stretches as "Double Bass" fades out, Revision is at ringside encouraging his partner..

The lights of the stadium fade quickly and the pale red glow is left there, everyone is expecting to see the BarTron turn on but this time is diferent, it all starts with an old school phrase.

-"So... Can You Stand The Heat?!"-

An enormous avalanche of cheers follow those words, the BarTron turns on displaying a red sun and a huge flamethrower spits fire from the base of the BarTron to the entrance ramp, the fire splits on two on the floor and -Touche- starts right away, several red and blue lights sweep from all over the place, then after the first lines from the song the mexican walks outside as the fire ends, Heat mimics Xunkais way of looking around, then grins and moves to his left, showing the Gaia Title up to everyone, after a few seconds the walks to the right, doing the same and noding a few times before returning to the center of the ramp, he adjust his shades then walks down.

Cross- Making his way to the ring, weighting at a 258 lbs, born in Ciudad Azteca, he is the Icon, the Magic One, the Mexican Marvel and an Archetype of Excellency... Our Gaia Champion... THE HEAT!!!!

The fans show their side right after Cross announced him, the mexican stays on the ringside looking first up to Xunkai then down where Revision is, Heat smirks and using the metallic steps gets on the apron and walks to the corner getting on the second rope and raising his right arm with Gaia Championship on the hand, he waits a few seconds before going down and crossing the ring completly ignoring Xunkai and getting on the corner again, this time he looks at Revision who is close and points at him, then jumps down and turns, giving the belt to Schmoe and the shades, this time Heat keeps the jacket.

Hartman- Here we go, another Madness, another Heat match and another high attendance by the ladies as only the latino heat can do it!.

Sharpton- I don't know Vic, Revision here is a x factor, Heat must stay focus if he wants the victory here and at Payback!.

Ding! Ding!! Ding!!!

Schmoe calls the bell and the fans roar as the match starts, Heat offers his hand for a shake but Xunkai slaps the hand away, Heat offers it again and Xunkai slaps it for the second time, Heat offers it a third time and this time Xunkai stares at him for a while, Heat holds the hand in the air and is looking at Xunkai eyes, he finally is about to grab it when Heat moves the arm fast and strikes 3 Forearms Smash on the anarchist face then it whips him to the ropes and waits for him to return, Revision shouts from the outside and Xunkai returns but ducks the Clothesline attemp, Heat turns quickly enough to catch Xunkai's right foot before it hits his stomach, the mexican smirks and tosses the foot away but Xunkai spins on his left foot and knocks the mexican down with a Dragon Whip, Xunkai gets up and The Icon rolls away very surprised by that last attack, Xunkai is the one smirking this time and Heat grants him that moment then circles the ring clockwise, Xunkai does the same and they tie up in a Shoulder Lock, Heat is bigger and heavier, he easily wins the struggle and lifts Xunkai up letting him on the air for a few seconds before smacking it down in to the mat with that Flag Suplex, Xunkai ignores the pain and gets up quickly, Heat backwalks a few steps and the anarchist runs towards the mexican who catchs him and uses his impulse to roll him with a small package, Schmoe quickly drops to the mat and counts, One!... Two!... Quick out by Xunkai, the referee gets up and both wrestlers do the same, Heat adjust the jacket and smiles, Xunkai narrows his eyes and invites Heat to attack him, the mexican nods and goes for it, Xunkai stretches his arms and manages to hold Heat's left arm and creates a quick Armbar Takedown, the anarchist tries to convert it on the mat in to an Arm Wrench but Heat gets up first draging Xunkai with him and he pushes Xunkai back until they hit the corner, the anarchist releases Heat's arm and the mexican punishes Xunkais mid section with 5 Shoulder Thrusts, Schmoe orders Heat to back off and the Icon obeys walking away just the necessary to run again to the corner and hit Xunkai with a Cross Body, Revision yells something at Heat and the mexican turns saying that his turn is at Payback, only the fans by the barricade hear that, Heat turns and waits for Xunkai to get up.

Hartman- Heat is leading this match s far, Xunkai seems a little lost up there.

Sharpton- Yeah... and i tough Heat will be very distracted by Revisions presence... this match still promises a lot.

Hartman- You're right... now let me push here.."Im Brain Damaged... i mean Bryan Kutterman"... hahahaha.

Xunkai gets on his feet again, he shakes his head strongly before focusing agin, Heat now invites him and the anarchist obeys right away, Heat was expecting a charge attack but Xunkai jumped before reaching him and took The Icon down with a Swinging Elbow Attack, Heat tried to roll away but Xunkai traped his legs and pulled him back, the anarchist tried to start a Single Boston Crab but Heat kicked him away with free leg, Xunkai bounces in the ropes and returns to find a Heat up and ready to deliver a Spinebuster, Heat gras Xunkai and spins back to the center of the ring but the anarchist locks the mexican head and pulls back, instead the Spinebuster on Xunkai Heat received a Modified Face Buster, Xunkai quickly gets up and boos don't wait, he turns and curses the fans then walks to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs it, Heat remains for a few seconds down, then slowly gets up holding his face, Xunkai jumps and traps Heats head again rolling as he decends, an awesome Tornado DDT is delivered in to the Champs head, Xunkai quikly covers and Schmoe counts, One!... Two!... Thr.. NO!!!, Heat raises his right shoulder just in time, Revision on the outside yells and shouts, Xunkai gets up upset by that, it was a genuine 3 count, Schmoe orders to continue with the match and Xunkai picks up the mexican starting a series of Back Chops in to the mexican chest, the fans are chanting The Icons name and Heat reacts blocking the last attack and returning the favor by giving some of his own collection, Xunkai ends between the ropes and the mexican, Heat finish by whiping Xunkai to the parallel rops, on the last second Xunkai reverses and Heat is the one tossed away, Heat bounces and returns only to be fired off in to the air by Xunkais Catapult, the mexican lands on his back and quickly gets trapped by Xunkai, Revision is encouraging his partner despites the constant jeers and complains from the fans, Heat is picked up, Xunkai locks both arms of the mexican and rolls back starting a Butterfly Lock, Heat raises the waist from the floor and pull his arms away from Xunkais hold, the anarchist tries to mantain control but Heat arms slip from his grasp, Xunkai only stays with the jacket on his arms and Heat gets up quickly, Xunkai follows and runs towards Heat, the mexican steps aside and picks Xunkai up from his right side lifting him on Flapjack position and drops him over the rope hurting chest, the anarchist lays there and Heat begins to choke him with the knee and the second rope, Schmoe gets there and Heat frees Xunkai after the 4 count, the mexican walks back and turns to Revision pointing at him, the Future returns the glare and they exchange some words, Heat turns and finds Xunkai on his knees, the Gaia Champ gets near and slaps him 3 times before picking him up and tossing him to a corner, Heat follows right away and Xunkai receives a Clothesline and Bulldozer, the crowd roars watching Heat jump up and stand above the anarchist.

Sharpton- This match is not Heats usual Vic, he is acting diferent, more agressive... he is using Xunkai as prey!.

Hartman- Yeah... that's what he meant at the -In Da House-... but the fans are still with him, i don't know what else he will do.

Heat picks up Xunkai and drops him down with a Scoop Slam, then standing above him he points up before rubbing his right forearm, the fans shout wildly, Heat has announced the Heat Wave and he starts the -run & bounce- motion to his left, Heat bounces and returns crossing the ring and jumping Xunkais body, he bounces again and returns but instead doing the Elbow Drop he keeps running and knocks Revision down who was climbing the apron, Heat is about to launch himself out but Schmoe stops him, his behavior will cost him the match, Heat stops his attemp but glares at Revision who lays down on the floor then turns and Xunkai surprises him by kicking the guts, the mexican bends and Xunkai pulls the head of the mexican on Standing Head Scissors and traps the arms, the fans stop their ruckus as Xunkai stoles Heat's Game Over, the champ got his head blasted in to the mat and Xunkai quickly covers, One!... Two!.. Schmoe stops the count!!, Heat had a foot on the ropes and cheers rise as Xunkai gets up, the mexican was close on that one, the anarchist picks the mexican up and toss him back with a Belly to Belly Suplex, Heat lands and stays down, Xunkai gets up again and repeats the Suplex on the mexican, Revision shouts something from outside and Xunkai picks Heat for the 3rd time, again the mexican flies half the ring and remains on the mat, Xunkai gets up the nearest corner and launches a Flying Elbow Drop hitting his target, the fans are disaproving every action of Xunkai but he ignores them all and goes up the ropes again, this time he smiles widely then jumps making a flip on the air and heading to Heat, the X-orcism hit..NO!, Heat rolls away and Xunkai hits the mat with his head, the fans roar as the mexican crawls away, Xunkai missed that amazing Shooting Star Headbutt and now lays out cold in the mat, Heat laughs on a corner, Schmoe checks the anarchist and he is alive, damaged but alive, Heat gets up and pulls Xunkai to the center of the ring, with no oposition from the anarchist the mexican picks up both legs of Xunkai holding them and looking at the crowd, the fans are roaring as Heat cross the legs putting his right one in the midfle of them, then after the shoulder pose the mexican spins back trapping the anarchist in the Heat's Sharpshooter, Xunkai feels the pain on the back right away and wakes up, he tries to escape but Heat has that move mastered, he wont go away that easily, Xunkai crawls but doesn't get far, Heat drags him back and the anarchist is about to tap out but suddenly Heat let him go and runs to the ropes again attacking Revision who was trying to get inside the ring, Schmoe gets between Heat and the ropes, the mexican wants to go down but Joe isn't letting him.

Sharpton- That was so close!... well, this match started oddly and finally Revisions presence is affecting Heat, a few more seconds and he could have won.

Hartman- Come on Heat, ignore him and finish this.

Sharpton- Too late now Vic, Xunkai is getting up and Heat is still trying to go down where Revision is just smiling... no good.

Heat is shouting things to Revision but the cruiser isnt answering, just smiling at him and doing as if he isn’t listening, Schmeo tries to cam Heat but from behind Xunkai tackles both and Heat accidentaly hits the referee taking him out that is Revision cal who quickly slides in the ring, Heat tries to get up quickly but Xunkai Stomps him down, Revision says something and both pick the mexicna up and whip him to the oposite ropes, Heat travels and returns to receive a Double Clothesline, Revision looks around and Schmoe is still down, the Future picks Heat up and toss him to a corner, the mexican crash and lays there, Xunkai runs towards him with a Yakuza Kick to the face and Heat blacks out, the fans are jeering and shouting, Revision ignores them and starts some Stomps on the mexican chest until Xunkai interferes, they talk something then both pick him up and raise him in to the air, looking for a Double Vertical Suplex, the mexican tastes the mat and Revision quickly slides outside, Joe is waking up and barely sees Xunkai covering Heat, he starts a weak count, One.. Two.. Joe stops, this time he manages to see that Xunkai is putting his left leg on the first rope making more pressure on the cover, the fans are now messing with Xunkai who has to get up taking Heat with him, on the outside Revision jumps to the apron and Joe turns to him ordering to get down, Revision argues something and Xunkai uses that chance to smack Heat heads on the corner, Revision leaves the apron and Xunkai stops the slams, Joe turns and finds Xunkai with Heat on the corner, the mexican flyies again thanks to a Monkey Flip by the anarchist, the fans are now angry as heel, Schmoe didn’t said a thing to Revision but when Heat tried to do something he go scoled, Xunkai gets on the corner again, trying to piss off the crowd even more he mimics Heat way of stading on the corner and he is looking for a HighWay Clothesline, Heat slowly gets up, first putting one knee down then finally standing on both foots, he looks around and doesn’t find Xunkai anywhere, he turns after the anarchist whistles and as he turns Xunkai flyies oof, Heat finds him right above him and just moves to his left side raising his left elbow as Xunkai lands, the fans roar as Heat managed to avoid that HW Clothesline and knocked Xunkai down, Revision is furious outside but he can’t do a thing, Heat gets up and drags Xunkai with him, the mexican stands behind him and wraps his ams around Xunkais waist then pulls back, the first German is delivered and the second right ater, Heat waits a few seconds before performing the 3r, the fans roar after Heat jumps up standing again, Los 3 Compadres appeared and Xunkai is down on the mat, tired and damaged, Heat points at Revision, then drags Xunkai up again and places him above his shoulders, the fans get excited and Revision is shocked, Heat will use the Cutter Zero to end this, Schmoe is watching everyhing and turns when Revision slides inside the ring, Heat stops his move and Xunkai slips from Heat’s grasp and lands behind him kneeling quickly and delivering a powerfull Low Blow, the fans yeel and Revision slides outside right after, Heat kneels down holding his crouch and Xunkai smiles widely, Schmoe turns and sees Heat down and Xunkai walking to a corner, the fans are booo him as Xunkai gets on top f the corner and launches his X- orcism again, this time he hits the target and quickly cover hooking Heat’s leg, Schmoe looks carefully, nothing illegal is on the picture then quickly goes down starting the count, ONE!... A hooded man runs from behind the fans and jumps the barricade, TWO!... The hooded man slides inside the ring and gets up, he has a chair on his arms, THREE.. THE HOODED MAN PULLS SCHMOE AWAY AND SLAMS XUNKAI ON THE HEAD!!!, Schmoe quickly ask for the bell as Revision tries to get inside only to be recived by another Chair Shoot from the hooded guy, Xunkai is still aware and gets up all groggy, the first shoot didn't took him down, the hooded guy removes the hood from his face and the fans gets surprised, it's Shadow!, the Original Legend slams Xunkai again on the head and the anarchist goes down, the bell is ringing again but Shadow isn't listening, Heat slowly wakes up, he stands and looks around, Revision and Xunkai are dow and Shadow is there with a chair, Heat stays still and Shadow turns walking away, the all of the sudden he turns and smaksc sthe mexican right in the face, the fans kill a scream as Shadow laughs histerically above the bodies of the 3 men he just wacked, with chair on hands he is ready to Payback... -Do You Wanna Be a Rock Superstar- plays as Shadow celebrates alone as we fade to black