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*The arena awaits the rest of Madness, and Victor Cross enters the ring, raising a mic to his lips.*

Vic: The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall!!

SO YOU WANNA BE A ROCK SUPERSTAR?!

*The arena goes nuts as "Rock Superstar" hits and Shadow emerges, riding his custom ducati. The audience's cheering almost drowns out Victor.*

Vic: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 253 lbs, he is the Original Legend of Shadows, Shadow Starr!!

*Shadow rides down to the ring and around it a few times before entering, waving to the crowd. Victor starts raising the mic, but Shadow grabs it.*

Shadow: Naw, naw, naw. Let me. And now, Shadow's opponent, from some toilet bowl that hasn't been washed for years, he is the Gaia Champion, Bryan Kutterman!!

*The arena is filled with laughs and cheers for Shadow's introduction of Kutterman, but soon turn to jeers as "Demonoid Phenomenon" hits, random colored lights hit the entrance ramp. Kutterman slowly walks out of the backstage with his head down and right arm held up high. Kutterman makes a sudden stop in the middle of the runway and puts his arm down and get his arms set up in the crucifix position. He's smirk's and keep's walking to the ring. As soon as he arrive's at the apron and roll's in the ring, the mist fades and Kutterman walks up to Shadow, who is smiling like a nut. Kutterman stares down Shadow and yells at him, telling him that he had no right to insult him. Shadow yells back, telling Kutterman he's not worthy enough to own the Gaia Championship. The bell rings but neither of them seem to notice.*

Headhunter: These two are REALLY getting out of hand... I mean, c'mon!! Somebody PLEASE throw a punch!

The Voice: Look! They're in there yelling insults and crap at each other and... OH MY GAWD!!!

Vic reacts to Kutterman hitting Shadow upside the head with the Gaia Title. Kutterman tosses the title outside the ring as Ref. Jackie Kiddo enters the ring. Kutterman yells for Shadow to get up and starts the match.

Shadow gets to his feet and Kutterman hits a kick to the abdomen, hitting a vertical suplex. He drops Shadow and heads for a turnbuckle as Shadow starts getting up, charging for a shoulder block as Shadow gets to his feet. He hits another shoulder block as Shadow rises again and hits a clothesline to keep him down as he gets up a 3rd time. Kutterman plays to the crowd, who is mostly jeering at him. He turns around and Shadow is right in his face, which surprises Kutterman. Shadow takes advantage and hits a DDT, taking the cover, but Kutterman kicks out before a 1 count.

Headhunter: The Shadows are getting a little overzealous, don't you think?

The Voice: Well, I guess when you're against the Gaia Champion you'll take any opening you get.

Kutterman and Shadow make it to their feet and lock into a collar-and-elbow tie up. Shadow and Kutterman struggle for control until Shadow tosses Kutterman for an irish whip move, sending Kutterman to the ropes. Shadow goes for a clothesline, misses as Kutterman ducks, and Kutterman uses the ropes as a springboard for a dropkick, but Shadow ducks and Kutterman misses. Shadow goes for a turnbuckle and starts climbing, but Kutterman gets up and sees Shadow. He runs over and hits Shadow, causing Shadow to lose his balance and fall onto the turnbuckle. Kutterman throws some punches and sets up for a superplex, but Shadow starts fighting back, knocking Kutterman off. He waits for Kutterman to get up before jumping, connecting a huge dropkick from the top turnbuckle.

Headhunter: Whoa!! Brilliant move by Shadow Starr!

The Voice: This veteran wrestler is pulling all the stops to bring down his greatest opponent yet!

Shadow takes the cover on Kutterman and Jackie Kiddo slides in for the count.

1... 2... kick-out by Kutterman.

Shadow is surprised at Kutterman's kick out but makes sure not to lose his cool. He stands up and waves to the crowd, then sets up for the SHadow Slam.

Headhunter: ARE WE GOING TO SEE IT?!

The Voice: YES!! THE SHADOW SLAM IS COMING!!

Shadow watches as Kutterman rises and charges... AND FLIES OVER THE TOP ROPE!!! Kutterman has obviously studied up as he grabs the top rope and pulls it down, sending Shadow high over the rope onto the floor below. Kutterman crawls to a turnbuckle to recover as Jackie Kiddo counts out Shadow.

1... 2... 3... 4... 5...
Shadow gets up
6... 7... 8... Shadow is in the ring.

Kutterman runs up and starts kicking Shadow, who is laying on the mat. Shadow tries to roll away but Kutterman follows his every move, keeping on the pressure. Shadow finally fights back, grabbing Kutterman's leg and tripping him into an ankle lock submission hold. Kutterman screams in pain as Jackie Kiddo asks him if he wants to give up. Kutterman continuously refuses as Shadow keeps the hold locked in.

The Voice: Shadow must really want this win... he came up with that fast enough to surprise Kutterman and is keeping it locked in.

Headhunter: But can the Shadows make Kutterman tap, or will the Champion find a way out?

Shadow keeps the hold as Kutterman searches for a rope. He starts crawling towards the nearest rope and almost makes it, but Shadow pulls him away. Kutterman rolls onto his back and manages to kick Shadow off his leg, giving him some time to recover. He grabs his leg in pain as Shadow walks up, stomping down the injured area. The crowd cheers for their hero as Shadow twists Kutterman's leg again, then lets it go. Kutterman takes some time to recover, giving Shadow a chance to set up for his next move. Kutterman rises to his feet and Shadow runs from the opposite side of the ring, and as Kutterman turns around, Shadow grabs Kutterman's skull, planting it into the mat connecting the Shadow Slam!! Shadow takes the cover.

1... 2... thr... NO!! Miraculous kick-out by Kutterman.

Shadow stands up, frustrated. He realizes that he only needs one more good move to end the match, and knows what he must do. He drags Kutterman to a turnbuckle and climbs to the top, then waits for Kutterman to rise. Shadow grabs Kutterman's shirt and raises him into the air, leaping off and connecting a baldo bomb off the top turnbuckle.

The Voice: THE GRIM REAPER!! HOLY CRAP, KUTTERMAN JUST EXPERIENCED THE GRIM REAPER!!!

Headhunter: IT'S OVER!!

Jackie Kiddo slides in for the count.

1... 2... 3!!!

DING DING DING!!

*The arena goes nuts as "Rock Superstar" hits and Victor Cross takes a mic.*

Vic: Here is your winner, Shadow Starr!!

*Shadow gets to his feet and raises his hands in victory. He absorbs the energy from the crowd as they fill the arena with cheers. Shadow goes outside the ring and grabs the Gaia Title, then goes into the ring. He puts it up to his waist and plays to the crowd, then lays it across Kutterman's chest. He exits the ring and mounts his ducati, revving the engine before riding off backstage.*

The Voice: WOW!! That was amazing!! Shadow defeats the Gaia Champion Bryan Kutterman with one of his greatest moves.

Headhunter: But what does this mean for Shadow, Kutterman, and the Gaia Championship?

The Voice: And Shadow-Heat in the Tag Team division...

Headhunter: We'll see in the coming weeks!!

Reserved Post - 11/23 - Makuta vs. DarkFyre

EDIT: Makuta survives the challenge of Darkfyre, but it's announced that he will be facing Anthony Voorhees in a CASKET MATCH for the TV Championship at Mutual Annihilation.

Vic: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to Tuesday Night Madness. I am Vic ?The Voice? Hartman and of course accompanying me is the Headhunter, James Sharpton.
Headhunter: Boy Vic, That last match sure was a hell of a fight. Just like what I like to see; pain, blood, and determination backfiring in people?s face!
Vic: You thoroughly disgust me.
Headhunter: Well, Vic, it?s an art I?ve taken pride in perfecting within these past years.
Vic: Obviously so. And as so ends the last Tag Team bout now begins another. Just to explain, or recap for those at home this is how the rules for this evening will work: There will be three teams of two at ringside. One man from each team will be in the ring at all times and may tag in their partner at any time. When one teammate is defeated the other is required to enter the ring and may continue wrestling until they too are eliminated from the match. The last man left in the match picks up the victory for his team.
Headhunter: That?s right; now let?s get the havoc started!

Victor Cross was seated next to the announce table and began the introductions in his thick German accent.

Victor Cross: And now, a triple threat tag team match scheduled for elimination pinfall or submits will help decide the number one contenders for the tag team titles. Weighing in at exactly three hundred pounds, and at a height of seven feet, on the dot, reigning from Death Valley Texas, it?s "The Representative of the Underworld", Demon!

At that instant ?Faint? By Linkin Park hits the arena and the crowd erupts into a million boos. Suddenly smoke begins to make a mini cloud, blocking the entrance from view. Suddenly a little shadow appears behind it. It gets larger and larger, it?s shape begins to look like Demon?s, until Demon appears in front of the smoke. The boos and jeers increase but Demon ignores it. Demon walks down to the ring using the steps and then stepping through the ropes. Demon paces the rings a couple of times before turning to face the entrance awaiting his partner.

Victor Cross: Also making his way to the ring in affiliation with Demon, weighing two hundred forty-six pounds, standing at six feet four inches, directly from London, England, it?s Raymond Kage!

"Pure Hatred" by Chimaira boomed through the arena along with 10 pillars of flame that shot out on the stage as the energetic Kage pointed upwards and then banged his head up and down to the music as he moved down to the ring, the Barton crowd erupting with boos for one of the most up-and-coming heels in the BTWF. As Kage entered the ring and his music died down, he took off his t-shirt and jacket, stood beside his partner. They made small talk, discussing strategy as they awaited their first set of opponents.

Victor Cross: Now making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of four hundred fifty-four pounds, all the way from Seattle, Washington, the Renegade Souljahz!

Two pyros, on either side of the top corners of the BarTron simultaneously erupt. As they do so Eminem?s ?Soldier? causes the speakers to bump with life. It is now, at the same time the music was cued, that Powerhouse and Eliminator take the stage as the sparks from the once sudden blast sprinkle around them. As they progress down the ramp they both play to the crowd in two contrasting fashions. Powerhouse, who is slightly ahead of The Eliminator, slaps fan's hands, waves, and talks briefly. The Eliminator points at himself, raising his arms in the air, accepting any praise given. As Powerhouse slides into the ring, rising and taking his turnbuckle as usual and The Eliminator climbs the stairs and hops the ropes in his usual manner, Demon and Kage back off slightly, allowing room for the other tag team. They dismount in a synchronized fashion as their music fades away.

Victor Cross: The final team in tonight?s event, weighing in combined at three hundred eighty-five pounds, Pay 4 Pain!

The guitar at the beginning of ?A Battle without Honor or Humanity? begins to float above the fans. The orchestra of the song begins to hum, and with it ?Here Comes the Money? is quietly cued up with it. The second song becomes louder and louder, over-taking the first. It is now that fake dollar bills begin to fall from the rafters. A blue flame erupts, singing a few of the bills. An explosion of cheers sounds from the back of the crowd. It is obvious why soon enough; Victor was entering from one of the back sections. Mister Money, on the opposite side, enters down the ramp. As they are about to enter the ring from opposite sides Both Demon and Kage and the Renegade Souljahz back themselves into the middle. Bidwell and Money both raise an opposite arm, accompanied by one last blast of blue flame. Mr. Money then throws a small bundle of cash towards the announcer?s desk, just above them.

The four men in the ring are uneasy; they are all back to back watching both members of P4P. Bidwell and Money nod silently to each other, take a short step back, and both dive under the bottom rope into the ring at the same time. All six men explode, Demon and Powerhouse begin to stomp down Bidwell on one half of the ring while Kage and Eliminator busied themselves kicking Mr. Money back out on the other.

Headhunter: Beautiful, Vic, The heels are running the show!

Eliminator doubled over as soon as Money was out of the ring, catching Kage?s knee in his abdomen.

Vic: This is disgusting, the official, Grey Fox, has already lost control. Someone has to deliver order in this match!

Kage sent Eliminator running to the other side of the ring and ran after him, diving for a spear. However Eliminator was able to grab hold of the middle rope and pull it down. Kage flew between it and the top rope, hitting the ground near the announce table hard.

Vic: Dear God, did you hear Kage smack against the floor? I?m not entirely sure he?ll be alright?.
Headhunter: Hell yeah I saw it. I knew there was a reason I liked that Eliminator.

Bidwell had also been kicked from the ring by Demon and Powerhouse. Now it was Powerhouse pounding away at the man with a ten inch, ninety pound leverage over him. His fists were doing nothing to help him. He backed up, bounced against the ropes, and flew at Demon with a clothesline. Powerhouse crumbled to the ground beside Demon, sure that would have taken care of the job. Demon simply smiled down at him. Powerhouse scrambled to his feet, backed against the ropes, and flew at the giant with another clothesline. Demon stood still, watching the Powerhouse fall in vein again. Eliminator was rising with Powerhouse. Demon grabbed Powerhouse by the back of the head and laid a heavy fist against his face hard. Powerhouse stumbled backward, turning away from Demon, and leaned against the ropes.

Demon turned to Eliminator, and as he reached for him Eliminator, the shorter man, pumped two or three fists into his stomach. Eliminator backed to the rope to bounce off of it and rebound at Demon, but was retained by Victor Bidwell?s hand. Victor pulled the Eliminator out of the ring under the bottom rope, but Powerhouse finished what he had started and with a running drop kick connected with Demon?s chest, sending him toppling over. The mat bounced under his weight and the crowd burst into a wave of excitement; Demon had been knocked over!

Vic: Powerhouse just sent Demon to the mat!

Kage had slowly risen and took to one of the corners, as did Mr. Money. In the ring Powerhouse mounted the fallen Demon and began pumping a furry of fists against his skull. Outside Victor Bidwell picked Eliminator?s lower body up from the ground by his foot, and then slammed his knee into the ground. Eliminator?s hands went to his knee and his face contorted in pain. Bidwell slipped back into the ring, crossed the mat, and tagged in Mr. Money. At the same instant Powerhouse was thrown off of Demon almost effortlessly by the gargantuan man.

Powerhouse hit the mat a good three feet from Demon, who then began to be stomped on by Mr. Money. With the forth stomp Powerhouse was back up and Demon caught Money?s foot. The seven foot being stood until he towered over Money, then, with Money?s foot still captive, he clothes lined the smaller man. Money was hit square in the chest, and slammed against the mat hard. Powerhouse chose that moment to charge at Demon. Demon, however, caught the action from the corner of his eye and turned, squeezing Powerhouse?s throat between his fingers. Powerhouse grabbed his arm with both hands, trying to pry free, but to no avail. Demon lifted him ten feet in the air, held him there for a short moment, then forced Powerhouse?s body down, as if tossing a rag doll. Powerhouse hit the mat, bounced once, and sprawled out in pain.

Vic: Oh My! Demon is going to slaughter these two!
Headhunter: I know, isn?t it great, Vic?

Mr. Money was finding his feet when Demon stalked back over to him. Money quickly got to his feet and stepped toward Demon with a backhanded chop. The crowd cheered in an uproar, ?Woooooooo!? Again he assaulted the massive athlete with a chop, ?Woooooooo!? It was when he went for a third that Demon grabbed Mr. Money by both shoulders and walked him backward into Demon and Kage?s corner. He held him against the turnbuckle with a large palm, brought the other high into the air, and splashed it hard against Mr. Money?s chest. Money screamed in pain as he fell to the floor. Demon tagged in Raymond Kage, whom dropped off the apron.

Kage reached under and withdrew a chair, sliding it into the ring. Grey Fox ran to that edge of the ring and began to yell, ?You get that out of here!? Kage pointed out it was no DQ, to which Fox retorted, ?I don?t care!? Kage, however, not one to be told ?no? when a weapon was within his grasp, climbed back onto the apron and pushed his way past Grey Fox. Mr. Money and Powerhouse were crawling toward their corners as the argument went on. Powerhouse stretched as far as he could and connected with The Eliminator?s hand just as Fox caught it.

Eliminator ducked between the second and top ropes, then exploded full force, running toward Kage he planted his elbow in Kage?s face, sending him sprawling to the ground. Eliminator then continued on to the other side of the ring performed a running super kick, connecting with Bidwell?s Jaw. Bidwell went straight and fell off the apron before giving Mr. Money a chance to tag out. Eliminator grabbed Money by a handful of hair and drove fist after fist against his skull, beating him back down to the mat from his knees.

Seeing Kage, who had regained his feet and picked up a chair, was charging at him, Eliminator dropped his pummeling of the already worked over (thanks to Demon) Mr. Money, and turned toward Kage, just in time to hoist him into the air then bring him down with a Manhattan drop. Kage?s hands dropped the chair and went straight for his groin as the man hopped up and down before collapsing, gasping for air. Mr. Money was back to his hands and knees and forced a fist up, catching Eliminator in the stomach. Eliminator flinched, and then Money drove another fist into Eliminator?s stomach. Money was to a knee now, and drove another fist into Eliminator?s gut. He stood, smacking the man with the eight inch advantage in the jaw, and then again. With the third punch to the face Eliminator went down, but only to sprawl back up. He was met with a clothesline by Money, then another when he attempted to regain his feet again.

Raymond Kage was almost to his feet again, thanks to the ropes as his assistant, and Victor Bidwell and Powerhouse were back in their respective corners. Money delivered a hard chop across Eliminator?s chest, and then another directly after the crowd approved his first with a sound off of ?Woooooooo!? Eliminator yelled out in pain a third time with a new chop that had backed him into the only vacant corner of the ring. Money went for a forth chop but there was nothing there to hit. Eliminator a dodged the blow and ducked past Mr. Money. He didn?t see Kage behind him, though, and Kage took the opportunity to lock his arms around him and attempt to initiate a German suplex. As he lifted him from the ground Mr. Money clothes lined him down as well.

Headhunter: What are they doing? They can?t double team Eliminator!
Vic: It?s a triple threat; there are no rules against it, James.
Headhunter: Well rules are for sissies and old maids, Vic. They should have something in there about double teaming Eliminator.

Kage picked up his chair again, stalking up to Money behind his back. Mr. Money did turn in time, though, and ducked the chair shot, then turned around with a spinning kick, planting his boot into Kage?s chair, which in turn collided with his face.

Vic: This is great for P4P; Mr. Money has gone from the brink of elimination to controlling the ring!

Money quickly went for the cover over Raymond Kage and Grey Fox hit the mat. He slapped the mat with his right hand, ?One!? Fox brought his hand back into the air and slapped it down against the mat again, ?Two!? Grey fox raised his hand a third time and slapped the mat again, but just before hitting the canvas Demon had entered the ring during the count and stomped Mr. Money off his partner. Grey Fox stood, raising two fingers on each hand to signify it was just a two count. Grey Fox turned around, ordering Demon out of the ring, but he was reluctant to leave. As they were disputing Mr. Money tagged Victor Bidwell in.

Kage and Eliminator were making it to their feet but Bidwell used a double clothesline to bring both back down. Kage is first up, but caught with a foot to his stomach. Bidwell tucks Kage?s head under his arm, raises him vertical, and then drops him in the V-buster. It is Eliminator who stands second, but is caught by a vertical suplex Bidwell so willing gave him. Victor ran back to the turn buckle and jumped to the top rope. He began bouncing to the crowd?s count. ?One, Two, Three!? The King of Pain leapt from the turnbuckle, landing a chop against Eliminator?s chest, then covered him.

Grey Fox had finally gotten Demon to get out of the ring and turned around He dropped to the mat to begin the count, yet abruptly stood again. ?You aren?t the legal man!?

Vic: The official, Grey Fox, is telling Bidwell that he isn?t the legal man! He tagged in fair and square!
Headhunter: And it only counts if the ref sees it. I told you fighting by the rules is overrated.
Vic: That?s exactly what Grey Fox is telling Bidwell.
Headhunter: Bidwell and Money look pissed.
Vic: As they should be! Victor Bidwell should have just defeated The Eliminator fair and square, and for the ref not to count because of a small technicality! This is simply unbelievable.

Grey Fox forced a very unhappy Victor Bidwell back into his corner, Mr. Money taking his place. Money quickly ran to the center of the ring and dove on top of Eliminator, hoping he could still put him away. Grey Fox took to the mat again, beginning his count. Slapping his hand again once he yelled, ?One!? The second it was ?Two!? And yet before he could bring it down one last time Eliminator kicked out. The crowd jeered both the bull headedness of the official and the determination of the heel. Mr. Money, in a fit, set to stomping Eliminator.

Kage, crawling slowly, using everything he had, reached his arm out and barely skimmed Demon?s hand, but that?s all it took to make it a legal tag. Demon stepped over the top rope, labored to center ring, and stood behind Mr. Money. Money ended the stomping, looked around in front of him for where Kage should have been, then took a step back, running right into Demon, easily mistaken for a brick wall. Demon put Money in a full nelson and raised him in the air. Money?s scream turned from pain to terror as Demon released the hold, pressed a giant hand against his chest, and pushed him to the mat beside Eliminator. Demon put a big boot on the chest of Mr. Money and Grey Fox once again took to the mat. ?One! Two!? Again, just before striking the mat a third time Money exerted all his efforts to kick out. Demon simply walked over Mr. Money after he broke the count, nearly breaking his sternum and ribs. Mr. Money screamed out in pain again, kicking his legs.

Vic: That was uncalled for. This Demon, he?s an animal, that?s what he is!
Headhunter: Yeah, it?s great isn?t it?

Demon reached down, picking Eliminator up by his head. One punch sent him leaning back into the vacant corner. Demon put his boot against Eliminator?s throat, grabbed the top rope, and choked off his air supply. Eliminator flailed, attempting to get free. After four counts from the referee Demon removed his foot and Eliminator fell into the corner in a heap.

Mr. Money was still lying in the middle of the ring, rolling back and forth, arms across his chest. Demon stepped over him, walked to his corner, and tagged in Kage. Kage mounted the top turnbuckle from where he was on the apron and jumped at Mr. Money with the Hangover Neck Crash. Mr. Money, however, rolled closer, and Kage collided with the mat. Mr. Money was crawling back toward his corner slowly, Kage forcing himself after. Mr. Money extended a worn, needed hand toward Victor Bidwell. Their fingers were centimeters apart, and then Money lunged forward. Still he missed the tag. Kage had grabbed hold of Money?s foot and now pulled him back.

In the middle of the ring both men were on their knees, but Kage stood. He slammed his right fist into Money?s kidneys repetitively, despite the official?s orders. Money collapsed, moved to get back to his knees, and then fell flat to his stomach once more, prodded by the heel of Kage?s boot.

Vic: Once again the tag between Money and Bidwell has been denied. This is devastating to their team.
Headhunter: Devastating? Bidwell has hardly been touched; I?d say this increases their chances at a win. You get a fresh man in there and you can run the ring.
Vic: I didn?t think you had any knowledge of activities outside of shots?.
Headhunter: Guns and beer are the way to go Vic, but I?ve seen a few bar brawls in my life, too. Enough to know what?s going on in that ring, anyway.
Vic: I?ll bet you have, James, and I?ll bet Eliminator is glad to be out of that ring.

Eliminator, while Kage was busy making sure Mr. Money was spent, had crawled to his corner, Tagging in Powerhouse. House had mounted the top turnbuckle, waited patiently for Kage?s beating to stop, then leapt at the man, his boot planting across Kage?s face and chest. Mr. Money was finally making his way to his feet when Powerhouse cut him off with the toe of his boot, then flung him into Powerhouse?s own corner. Powerhouse stood on the second corner post and drove a fist into the man?s head, then another and another before the crowd caught on. ?Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! TEN!? Powerhouse, before dismounting, tagged Eliminator, and then ducked between the top and middle ropes.

Eliminator hopped to the top turnbuckle behind Mr. Money?s head. As Money began to fall Eliminator flipped over him, catching his head between his right hand and his shoulder, landing squarely on his Arse. Eliminator quickly covered him, quite near the ropes, not that it mattered, Money was out cold, and Grey Fox hit the deck counting. He brought his hand down hard Once, Kage was up and watching, ?One!? Grey fox brought his hand up a second time, Victor Bidwell Entered the ring and began a dash for Eliminator and Mr. Money, as did Kage, ?Two!? Grey Fox?s hand went up a third time, Bidwell brought up a leg to stomp the count apart, and Kage left his feet, spearing Bidwell away from the pin just as Fox?s hand smacked against the mat again, ?Three!? Kage and Bidwell crumpled to the ground in a heap, though Kage was quickly back on his feet.

Vic: Mr. Money has just been Eliminated, in every sense of the word! Victor Bidwell now finds himself alone without a partner in this now five man match!
Headhunter: I only bet on the best, Vic.

Eliminator left the cover and stood, taunting to the crowd cockily, like he usually did after a rather important achievement. As he turned around, however, Kage was waiting, and rather happy to pound a foot into Eliminator?s gut. Eliminator keeled over, leaning directly into Kage?s trap. Kage placed his right heel on the back of Eliminator?s head, jumped off his grounded foot, and grounded his opponent?s face into the mat. Once again Grey Fox was there for the count, but Powerhouse wasn?t. Demon was on the outside, placing the unprepared Powerhouse on his shoulders, and the next instant he launched him into the barricade with one of his finishing maneuvers, Hell?s Bomb.

With Powerhouse incoherent on the outside and himself recently dismantled by a London Lament, Eliminator was spread out in the center of the ring, being pinned.

Headhunter: No way! Vic, Demon is a cheating sonofabitch! Eliminator has no chance of kicking out now!
Vic: You said you only bet on the best?.Here?s the count: One!
Headhunter: No!
Vic: Two!
Headhunter: You gotta stop ?em, Vic!
Vic: Three! Eliminator is out of the match, and Raymond Kage and Demon most obviously have the advantage here tonight, James.
Headhunter: I demand a rematch!
Vic: It isn?t over yet.
Headhunter: It is for my salary?.

Raymond Kage was up again, just as Eliminator began to roll from the ring. Bidwell was struggling with the ropes to help himself up after the spear delivered from Kage. Kage had a grin on his face as he walked toward the vacant corner and reached down. It was his steel chair. Kage picked his weapon up and placed it on top of the middle rope, horizontally at the vacant turnbuckle. Bidwell was up and coming to meet Kage in the center of the ring.

The King of Pain raised an arm above his head, and then Kage raised one to meet it. They touched fingertips, and then both withdrew. Bidwell and Kage both put their hands back, slowly interlocking their fingers, after which they did the same with their other hands. The two men suddenly forced against each other. Kage bent Bidwell backward and appeared to have won the test of strength when Bidwell fought back up to a straight position and bent Kage backward. Raymond Kage?s shoulders nearly touched the ground before he drove a knee into Bidwell?s stomach and flipped the king over his head, via a release Northern Lights Suplex. Bidwell?s back hit the canvas, his hand went to the small of his back, and he writhed around, attempting to get the pain to simply disappear.

Kage regained his feet with a smile and walked triumphantly to his corner, tagging in the giant Demon. Demon and Kage traded places and Demon went to the center of the ring. Bidwell was there on his knees. As Demon approached with a smile Bidwell put his arms up, shaking his head.

Headhunter: Look at that, Vic, The King of Pansies can?t take anymore. Ha-ha!
Vic: His name is the King of Pain, you know that damn well. And maybe you?re right, James, but P4P has been through a hell of a lot in this match.

Demon showed no mercy, towering above Bidwell, a Sadistic smile portrayed on his lips. Bidwell?s arms went from begging to destruction in one second as he threw his fore arm between Demon?s legs, causing the big man?s face to twist into a million shades of pain. Bidwell got quickly to his feet and presented Demon with a back hand chop, the crowd loving it, ?Woooooooo!? Again, ?Woooooooo!? One last chop, ?Woooooooo!? Bidwell backed into the ropes, then came forward with a cross-over clothesline, sending Demon to his back. The arena was practically rocking with cheers. The sole face in the match was sending the sadistic heel a message?and in full force.

As Powerhouse began to take life outside the ring fans began to pat him on the back, yell encouragements, anything they could to claim a piece of the athlete. While inside Bidwell was just getting warmed up on the huge being. He began stomping angrily at Demon?s ribs and shoulders, then planted his boot in the middle of Demon?s face and stood, twisting around one full rotation. Demon screamed in pain, bringing his hands up to guard his face.

Powerhouse shook his head clear outside the ring, then slid under the bottom rope. Bidwell stepped back from Demon, spying Powerhouse. House raised his hands up, waving them back and forth, and then pointed down at Demon. Bidwell looked down to the big man, searching for a knee, then back to Powerhouse and nodded.

Bidwell turned and pumped a fist into the back of Demon?s head. Nothing. Again, nothing. Powerhouse strode alongside Bidwell, throwing in his own fist. Nothing.

Vic: Demon is?look at him, he?s possessed!
Headhunter: Possessed like a train, Vic, I?ll tell you I sure wouldn?t want to be in his way.

Demon looked up with eyes of steel. Blood oozed slowly from his nose. The man thrusted two arms up, closing them in on the men?s throats. He finished standing, even as Bidwell and Powerhouse took alternating turns plowing the man in the face with hard fists. Demon let out a roar of power as he lifted both his opponents into the air.

Vic: Demon is going to execute a double choke slam!
Headhunter: Well, Vic, they got in his way.
Vic: So I assume you?re in favor of Demon now?
Headhunter: Without Eliminator who?s left to like?

Bidwell plunged two curved fingers toward Demon?s face and was relieved to be dropped. Demon also released Powerhouse, concerned with protecting the eye Bidwell had gauged. Bidwell and House each grabbed one of Demon?s arms, pushed into him, then pulled back hard, sending him running toward the ropes. Demon bounced off of them and bounded toward the pair, who were ready and waiting in crouched positions. As Demon approached they both looped an arm between his and flipped him over, each going to a knee. Demon yelled as he went into the air, but that turned into a scream of agony as his back came down hard against of each man?s knee. He stumbled forward a step or two in the direction he landed, then collapsed toward his own corner, Kage slapping his chest before he hit the mat.

Kage bounded from the top rope, maneuvering into a flying cross body which caught both men in it?s span. Grey Fox went to the mat slamming a hand down, ?One!? He lifted and dropped his hand again, ?Two!? Before he even lifted his hand the third time Powerhouse and Bidwell forced out of the pin. The three quickly scrambled to their feet and began to circle?eying each one of them. Ray Kage was the first to charge, being caught in another double team brought forth by Powerhouse and Bidwell. Kage charged with a double clothesline that was stopped short with the two men ducking his arms, placing their arms around his shoulders, a leg behind each of his, then diving forward. Kage was laid out in the center of the ring when Bidwell was first to pin him. Grey Fox dove back to the canvas, dropping his hand, ?One!? Again, ?Two!? Kage forced a shoulder up.

Vic: A double STO and a close two count.

Bidwell went for a second pin, ?One! Two!? Again, Kage forced a shoulder up. Grey Fox got quickly two his feet, holding up two fingers on each hand. Bidwell did the same, placing a boot hard against Kage?s ribs. Powerhouse was off to another side, out of the ref?s view as he moved to a Bidwell?s corner and untied the turnbuckle, leaving it over the corner post.

Kage was using his fists against Bidwell, fighting for better position. He made it to his feet, punched Victor?s face, and then found himself doubled over again. Powerhouse had kicked Kage in the gut and now tucked his head under one of his arms. He lifted Kage?s body at a forty-five degree angle, then fell backward, Kage falling victim to his signature Inverted DDT, borrowed from Gangrel. Kage went vertical for a moment, his body completely straight, and then rolled through the move, laid out on his back in the center of the ring. Victor Bidwell had taken Powerhouse?s DDT as an opportunity to mount the nearest turnbuckle, bounce, again, to the count of the crowd, ?One! Two! Three!? and then leap from it, landing with a chop across Kage?s chest. Bidwell went for the cover; Demon still was not up, writhing near his corner. Grey Fox jumped to the mat, slapping his palm on it, ?One! Two! Three!?

Vic: My God, James, The Powerhouse and The King of Pain, Victor Bidwell, have formed a deadly alliance inside that ring. They have just decimated Raymond Kage, who is now struggling to the backstage area.
Headhunter: They?re only delaying the inevitable, Vic. They?ll turn on each other soon enough.

No sooner said than was it done. Bidwell turned to congratulate their efforts, catching powerhouse?s boot out of sheer instinct. He did not catch the athlete?s other foot, however, which slammed into the back of his head. The enzuigiri caused Bidwell to fall to his knees, and then to his face. Powerhouse took the right leg of Bidwell and bent it so the ankle was placed in the left knee of his other leg. He then folded the other leg up so that it?s calf pressed against his right shin. He faced away from the man and weaved his own right leg over Bidwell?s left and hooked his boot under his right leg, then flopped backward hard. Bidwell screamed in pain, reaching for the ropes, yet was slightly out of reach.

Vic: Powerhouse has just placed Bidwell in the Indian Death Lock!
Headhunter: He?s no where near the ropes, Vic; looks like your goody two shoe?s days are numbered!

Demon had finally reached his feet, and through blurry eyes, a bloody nose that smeared around those hate-filled spheres, and a wave of red anger, he saw two men he very much wanted to decimate. He slowly lumbered to the two, Powerhouse standing, ready to flop back again, and Bidwell ready to about tap out. He raised a huge boot, feeding it to Powerhouse. Powerhouse felt blood begin to leak from his own nose, falling back hard. His leg was no longer weaved in with Bidwell?s, nor did it matter; they were both in a world of trouble either way.

Bidwell tried to crawl away, attempting to get near the ropes to tow himself up. Demon stomped down on his back, sending a wave of pain through Bidwell?s eyes. His scream shot through the arena of booing fans. Demon couldn?t do that to Victor Bidwell, he was a good guy!

Vic: Demon has snapped, James!
Headhunter: I told you before I wouldn?t want to be in his way.
Vic: Well someone has to stop him before he breaks both these men?s backs!

Demon reached down and lifted Bidwell by a handful of hair. Powerhouse was fighting for his feet as Bidwell?s head was tucked between Demon?s knees. Demon locked his fingers around Bidwell?s waist and brought the lighter man to his shoulders, then let him hang.

Vic: He?s going to put the King of Pain through Flaming Hell!
Headhunter: Hell yeah he is.

Powerhouse reached his feet and swung blindly toward the monster, nailing a spot in his kidney. House wound up and hit him again in the same spot. Demon gritted his teeth as Bidwell began to sit up, grunting to get his abdominal muscles to cooperate. Powerhouse drove two more fists into the kidney of Demon and Bidwell sat on the monster?s shoulders, pounding his own right hand into the head of Demon. Demon lifted Bidwell, determined to deliver Bidwell to hell. Powerhouse backed against the ropes, and then dove at the back of Demon?s knee, clipping it. Bidwell?s next fist to Demon?s face caused him to buckle under the strain. He fell backward with Bidwell atop him, pumping more fists at him, driven forward by the fan?s cheers.

Headhunter: What? No way!
Vic: Somehow Bidwell and Powerhouse have managed to stop Demon dead in his tracks again!

Powerhouse stumbled to Bidwell?s corner and stripped the turnbuckle pad off, simply pushing Grey Fox away when he attempted to wrestle it away from the athlete. Powerhouse tossed it out of the ring, onto the entrance ramp. Bidwell dismounted Demon and pulled him up. A boot to the gut bent the man over, gasping for air that never came. Bidwell tucked Demon?s head under an arm, grabbed hold of the hem of his waist, and rushed a V-buster.

Before he could cover, however, Powerhouse grabbed him by the wrist and flung him toward the corner. Bidwell stopped short, shifted his weight, and reversed the Irish whip, sending Powerhouse?s back straight into the exposed turnbuckle. As he stumbled forward he was greeted by a haymaker punch, via Victor Bidwell. Powerhouse stumbled backward, leaning into the corner. Bidwell grabbed the man, turning him around as he climbed the ropes. Bidwell tucked House?s head under his arm, wrenched him up to a forty-five degree angle, and jumped backward off the turnbuckle. Both their bodies cleared the top rope. Bidwell landed on the ground, on his feet, however Powerhouse?s head was driven into the apron of the ring. His body crumbled and flopped to the floor outside the ring.

Vic: My Lord, Bidwell has just destroyed Powerhouse with some type of variant of the V-bomb!
Headhunter: That?s something I?d like to see again, Vic.

Bidwell climbed back into the ring, crawled to the middle of the ring, and laid on top of Demon. Referee Grey Fox hit the deck and began his count. ?One! Two!? His hand went up a third time, but Demon had already kicked out. Bidwell ran to the ropes, coming back with a cross chop, bringing Demon back down. A tired Victor Bidwell took the moment to walk to the side of the ring nearest the entrance ramp, duck between the ropes to get on the apron, then climb slowly to the top turnbuckle, unable to see the person running up from backstage. The crowd?s count to Bidwell?s bounces had already began.

Headhunter: Who in God?s name is that?
Vic: That?s Raymond Kage running down to ringside with a steel chair in hand, but he?s already been eliminated!

The crowd counted: ?One! Two! Thr?? They never had the opportunity to finish their count. Raymond Kage had ran up the first of the steel steps and taken a full swing with his chair, sending a bone-chilling slap of metal on skin through the arena. Demon awoke to the body of Victor Bidwell bounce off the mat and crawled to the leveled man. Demon rolled Bidwell over and Grey Fox reluctantly began his count, ?One!? His palm slapped the mat again, ?Two!? A third time his hand was dropped, ?Three!?

Vic: Unbelievable! That slimy cheat, Raymond Kage, has just screwed P4P out of a shot at the Tag Team Titles!
Headhunter: It was his own fault, Vic. P4P should know better than anyone to watch their backs.

Demon looked around the ring for his last victim. He knew there was one, he hadn?t heard a bell. Kage walked around the side of the ring, finding a struggling Powerhouse. He grabbed him by the head and slammed a fist into his head, then whipped him into the steel steps. Powerhouse?s body hit the top of them, sending them to topple off, him following. Kage wasn?t finished. He stepped over the base of the stairs, picked Powerhouse off the top half, and bashed his head against the corner post, then rolled him into the ring, beating his own hind on the apron to tell his seven foot partner to hurry and end the match. Kage paced back to the other side of the ring, standing next to the intact set of stairs, watching on.

Demon stalked to Powerhouse, who offered little fight; fatigued fists that did little against the man. Demon caught the next fist and threw it down, then tucked Powerhouse?s head between his knees, lifted him to his shoulders, and turned around to finish the job in the middle of the ring. What Demon saw next, however, caused him to drop Powerhouse, who was already using the ropes to rise again.

A masked individual sprinted toward the ring, jumped and grabbed Kage?s head and bull dogged him into the steel steps. Demon?s face turned angry. The masked man hopped up to the apron, pulled a springboard off the top rope, and sent his shin to collide with Demon?s head.

Headhunter: Now who is that? Can?t these people leave this match alone?
Vic: That masked man just delivered a flying shining wizard to Demon this opens the match right up!
Headhunter: Or ends it.

The masked man fled the ring and Powerhouse spied the spent Demon in the center of the ring. He ran past him, jumped off the middle rope, and landed a lionsault splash on top of Demon?s three hundred twenty pound frame. Grey Fox quickly went to the mat, counting hard.

Vic: A lionsault by Powerhouse and the count. One!
Headhunter: No!
Vic: Two!
Headhunter: Get up, Demon!
Vic: Three! The Renegade Souljahz advance to the next round!

Powerhouse, at hearing the bell ring and Eminem?s ?Soldier? Begin rotation over the PA system, Stepped over Demon and raised an arm in victory. He climbed out of the ring and stumbled up the ramp, going backstage to leave a defeated Kage and Demon to nurse their own wounds.

RESULTS!

This match turned out to be a great classic ME as it was predicted to be. Both competitors fought long and hard. There were several turnovers and it was hard to predict the victor. Heat had many near falls but the champion held his own as he got out of them. Then finally, as Heat went for the Game Over, Bryan flew back in a Back Body Drop and hit Heat with a Eye Rake before bringing him down in a Punk House Dropper. It seemed like it was all over as Heat was knocked out cold. Bryan goes for the pin. 1..2.. WAIT! Bryan was pulled out of the ring by.. ROCKY!

A tall figure in a clear black T-Shirt and Black trackpants pulled Bryan out of the ring before Bryan could get the three count. The crowd simply burst into cheers, knowing who was standing there to break the pin. Rocky looked down at Bryan who was on the floor outside looking up, in complete suprise. His eyes were widened and his jaw was dropped. Bryan attempts to quickly slide in the ring, but Rocky catches him and pounds away at him with right hands. After a wide assualt, Rocky hits his finisher, the Eighth Wonder which is a Suplex Powerbomb on the floor. With Bryan knocked out cold, Rocky and exits to the back. Unfortunetly, the ref saw this and called for a DQ.

So Bryan won the match by DQ and managed to keep his title. Heat eventually got to his feet to see Bryan knocked out and Rocky walking to the back. The Ref fills him in on what happened and Heat looks absolutely furious. He couldn't believe that he lost his chance at the title because of an interference. He then turns to Rocky, glaring. Rocky turns back and they both stare at eachother with furious glares as we fade..to.. black.

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