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The following contest is for the EEW X-Treme Championship, and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first....

Red lasers flashes everywhere in the dark as "Over the Mountain" (Ozzy Cover) from Fozzy plays through the arena. Lights then turns red and spotlights turns in circles over the crowd as Marxx appears from the entrance ramp, wearing his signature black leather coat and his right arm wrapped in his steel chain.

He runs to a side of the ramp, jumping a screaming outloud to the fans, then runs by the other side and does the same thing. After, he comes back to the middle of the entrance ramp as he tilts to the left and does an X with his arms in front of his face. He stays in that position for a second before suddently extending his arms to each sides as red pyro explodes in an "X" form on each side of the entrance.

Announcer: Introducing the challenger, from New-Brunswick, Canada, weighting in at 241 pounds: Marxx!

He starts walking on the ramp, clapping in the nearest fans hands. He stops in front of the ring, then turns back by the fans as he takes off his leather coat and puts the chain around his neck. Then, he rolls inside the ring and jumps on a corner, where he does an X with his arms in front of his face before extending them to each side. He jumps off the turnbuckle and does the same thing on the opposite side before going back to his corner, where he drops his chain.

The referee raised the belt, as his way to tell the crowd it was on the line during this match. He didn't need to do so since everyone there read the program or checked on the website. Whatever.

Marxx glared at Riker. He remembered all the s**t done to him because of his intervention. He had so much frustration to let go. He charged at Riker as soon as the bell rang and tried to send him to the floor with a Clothesline.

The crowd went wild as the two stared eachother down. The intensity picking up with out either opponent lifting a finger. Then Riker went to clash with Marxx, going for a lock up.

Riker's arm was torqed high behind his back. Through Riker wasn't a rookie. He rolled forward going to reverse the hold, and attempt to lock Marxx in a Hammerlock of his own.

Riker felt the pounding elbows slam into his rib cage. The only thing Riker could do was let go of Marxx's arm and attend to the sore area around his side. As soon as Riker let go of Marxx's arm he was flipped over his waist quicker then a jack rabbit mating. Riker's landed on his lower back, seating up and arching his back in pain.

The kick sent jolting forward on his a**. He tring to crawl away going to the ropes.

Riker was whipped into the ropes, sending him charging back towards Marxx.