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ONE OF A KIND!!

Victor Cross: First, weighing in at 275 pounds, hailing from Cincinatti, Ohio...TAI 'NITRO' TOLIUM!

Two heavy drum beats were heard through the arena, a techno beat following it. Two more drum beats sounded off again, these two drum beats repeating themselves a few more times before the song itself finally got started. The lights started pulsating in tune to the the beat of the drum, pulsating between red, light blue, and normal lighting. As the lyrics for the song finally started up, Tai 'Nitro' Tolium started out, causing the lights to revert back to normal lighting. Tolium just stood there for a few seconds, grinning in a cocky manner before begin his walk towards the ring, swinging his arm out every few seconds to high five a lucky fan. Once Tolium reached the area of the floor where the the guard rail seperated the fans from the ring, he paused again and stood there, looking at the ring and everything surrounding it.

The fear I see when I look in your eyes
Makes you believe I'm one of a kind! (one of a kind!)
The fear I leave in the back of your mind
Makes you believe I'm
One of a kind!

Tolium shrugged off his jacket and shook it out a little bit before tossing it in the direction of the time keepers table, not bothering to watch where it landed as he jogged the last few feet to the ring and slid in underneath the bottom rope, rolling right up to his feet and throwing his arms up above his head in a taunt. Tolium slowly lowered his arms back down and walked across the ring to the oppisite corner, stepping up onto the second turnbuckle, placing his other foot on the bottom one, and raised a single arm up as he looked out at the fans. The super heavyweight yanked off his sunglasses and chucked them out into the audience, turning and dropping down from the turnbuckle and starting to stretch as awaited the beginning of the match.

Victor Cross: And his opponent, weighing in at 215 pounds, hailing from Boone, Iowa....This is Pohatu!

As the odd sounding opening of Faint by Linkin' Park, the lights in the arena dimmed down, the lights inside the actual entrance starting to flash between yellow, electric blue, and bright white. As the lyrics first started up, a figure was seen slowly moving out on the entrance, his movements not cocky, yet at the same time showing a certain inner-confidence. The figure stepped out fully onto the stage and turned, his back now fully to the entrance, no one except the people that were right up against the stage able to see his face. The figure reached up, adjusting his upper clothing before finally snapping his head back, the lights returning to normal to show Pohatu standing there in his regular wrestling attire, a certain glint in his eyes that showed he was ready for the upcoming match up.

Pohatu whipped off his vest and chucked it out into the audience, a brief scuffle happening because of it briefly before the vest finally disappeared into the sea of bodies, some tearing heard, which made Pohatu cringe before starting his trek down the ramp as the vest finally disappeared. At about midway down the ramp he paused, glancing from side to side, no emotion seen on his face as he did so. He slowly raised his hands up into the air, hooking his thumbs and rolling his hands around, making the image of a phoenix with his hands. He then snapped his hands down, his fingers briefly taking the shape of lightning bolts on the way down. Pohatu continued his trek down the ramp, pausing again as he reached the main ring area. He glanced over at the announcers, his eyes then travelling to the time keepers, the cruiserweight seeming to be making sure everything was in place.

Pohatu walked over to the steel steps that were on the corner to the left of him, slowly walking up them, placing his hand on the steel post as he reached the apron. Pohatu stared into the center of the ring for a few seconds before grabbing the top rope with one hand, stepping up the ropes and vaulting over the top rope. He landed smoothly inside the ring, leaning against the corner turnbuckls briefly before walking out into the center of the ring, raising one arm up into the air to briefly taunt the audience, lowering it just as quickly. He walked over to the corner furthest from the audience, slowly stretching out as he waited for the beginning of the match. As Faint faded out, the fans started up a TNT chant, Pohatu frowning as heard that, obviously not liking the show of disrepect as some of the fans even went to the extent of flipping the bird in the drection of Pohatu. Tolium just stayed in his corner, shaking his head as he laughed softly at how the fans were acting towards Pohatu, the big man moving out of the corner and moving to the center of the ring. Once there, Tolium extended his hand in the direction of Pohatu, offering the cruiserweight a handshake, but Pohatu would have none of it as he walked out of the corner and blatantly slapped Tolium across the face. This caused the big man to take a step back, rubbing his cheek before nodding towards the referee, telling him to start the match now.

DING DING DING!

With the sound of the bell, Tolium hauled off and put Pohatu into the ground with a big right hand, Pohatu falling to his butt and quickly rolling away to get right back up to his feet, only to be met with a clothesline that knocked him back down again. Pohatu scrambled away from Tolium and moved to the other side of the ring, facing towards Tolium as he got up, the big man just grinning as he looked across the ring at Pohatu. The audience started up with a 'Po-Hat-Who?' chant, Pohatu frowning to show that he was obviously confused beyond belief by the way the fans were treating him, but he quickly focused back on the match as Tolium started across the ring towards the light weight. Pohatu met Tolium halfway across the ring, attempting to get a series of right and left hands going, but Tolium stopped it with a quick uppercut that made Pohatu do a backflip and end up leaning against the ropes, Pohatu's eyes having gone wide again as he stared at Tolium. Tolium rolled his eyes and walked towards Pohatu, but Pohatu managed to collect himself and spun around, bouncing off the middle rope and springboard, attempting to hit a fly-over reverse DDT on Tolium, but the big man countered it into a release northern lights suplex. Pohatu arched his back up from the pain that surged through his body from the suplex, Tolium having rolled over to his knees and now grabbed Pohatu by the hair and dragged him up to his feet. Tolium started to apply a front-facelock on Pohatu, but Pohatu reversed it and hit a quick armdrag, bouncing back up to his feet at the same moment Tolium got up, nailing a drop kick with the same speed as the arm drag. Tolium backed up into the ropes, coming charging back to put Pohatu into the ground with a running lariat!

Pohatu did a flip in mid-air from the force of the lariat, ending up landing right on his shoulders as Tolium just rolled his arm out a bit, showing that the forceful lariat had had an effect on his arm, but nothing big as he dropped down to his knees and rolled Pohatu over onto his back, hooking a leg and going for a pin as the referee slid in. "One..two..." Pohatu kicked out right before the three, Tolium sitting up and glancing down at the cruiserweight to show he obviously hadn't expected him to kick out, but the big man shrugged and got back up to his feet, grabbing Pohatu by the hair again and dragged him up to his feet as well. Tolium then gripped Pohatu's arm and spun around, throwing Pohatu across the ring with an Irish Whip. On the rebound, Pohatu leaped up and attempted a head scissors take down, but Tolium whipped Pohatu back down and dropped him down with a sit-out powerbomb, the force of the bomb move causing Pohatu to pop back up into the air before dropping face down back to the mat, Tolium working his way back to his feet a few seconds later. Tolium glanced over at Pohatu, seeming to be considering something before moving over to a corner of the ring, squatting down and raising his arm and up down, signalling for the Gore! Pohatu was slowly starting to get up to his feet when Tolium stood up a bit, gripping the middle rope on either side of him as he started hopping a bit, Tolium charging across the ring as Pohatu finally got up, turning right into the GOR-NO! Pohatu dropped down to his side, hooking Tolium's legs to drop him face first with a drop toe hold, rolling throwing to hop onto Tolium's back and lock in a reverse double leg boston crab, wiggling his legs as he tried to get them around Tolium's neck to complete his trademark submission hold, Roaring Thunder. Tolium grabbed both of Pohatu's feet, hooking them so that the area underneath Pohatu's knees were right on his shoulders, Tolium then locking his arms around Pohatu's legs to make sure they couldn't move. Tolium then started to pry his legs out of Pohatu's grasp, the lock that Tolium had on the cruiserweight's legs making Pohatu quickly release the hold to save himself some pain.

Tolium then quickly stood up, keeping a hold of Pohatu's legs so that Pohatu was sitting up on his shoulders in the position for a shoulder mounted suplex, Pohatu attempting to reverse it with a rewind hurracarana, though it didn't work as Tolium held firm and didn't go over. Pohatu then swung back up, starting to pound away with right hands on Tolium's cranium, but this only lasted a couple of seconds before Tolium lifted Pohatu straight up off his shoulders, slamming him down in front of him with an Electric Chair drop, Pohatu pushing himself back up a bit to hold his nose in pain, though he got shoved back down as Tolium hopped onto his back, locking in a Camel Clutch. Pohatu started bouncing his right foot up and down, obviously trying to get the fans to start clapping, but they did nothing like that, even going as far as starting up another 'TNT' chant. Pohatu slowly scooted backwards, finally getting his left foot on the bottom rope, the referee immeadiately telling Tolium to break the hold, but Tolium didn't like the call, showing it as he released the Camel Clutch, only to lean back and hook both of his legs around Pohatu's left leg. Tolium then scooted forwards using his hands, proceeding to lock his arms around Pohatu's head once there were a few feet away from the ropes, locking in a side STF hold as Pohatu wiggled from side to side, trying to squirm his way out of the hold. Finally the cruiserweight just pushed backwards again, hooking his foot against the bottom rope, the referee ordering Tolium to break the hold this time, the super heavyweight doing as he was told to this time as he got up, releasing the destructive submission hold.

Tolium moved to sit on his side, glancing out at the audience and grinning a bit as they started applauding the match, showing that they appreciated the effort that Tolium was showing in his debut match in the BTWF. Some of the fans from the GWA who had decided to show up started pounding the crowd barrier, obviously trying to tell Tolium to finish the match up already instead of just sitting there, Tolium nodding and getting up to his feet. The fans again started to get another 'TNT' chant going, but Tolium moved over to the ropes and made a downward motion with his hands, the grin on his face showing that he was jokingly telling them to quiet down, this getting some chuckles out of the audience. Tolium nodded and turned around, grabbing Pohat and starting to lift him up to his feet, but Pohatu grabbed the arm and pulled Tolium over with an arm drag takedown, quickly getting back to his feet and hitting another arm drag takedown as Tolium got up. Tolium flew over and rolled right to his feet, grabbing Pohatu's arm and hitting an arm drag of his own, but Pohatu managed to float over and land on his feet, spinning aroun to slap Tolium in the face with a drop kick that sent the big man stumbling backwards. Pohatu ran to the ropes and bounced off of them, sprinting back and looking like he was going to try and clothesline Tolium over the top, but Tolium ducked down and lifted Pohatu up and over to back drop him over the ropes, Pohatu barely able to grab the top rope and skin the cat to land on the apron, rather than the floor. Tolium turned around, expecting Pohatu to be on the floor, but was a little more than surprised to see Pohatu standing right there on the apron, not able to stop Pohatu as the cruiserweight grabbed him by the ears and dropped down, Tolium being hung up on the top rope with a gullotine-type move that sent him straight to his back. Pohatu pulled himself back up onto the apron, using the ropes to slingshot himself over and drop a leg right across Tolium's throat, bouncing away and holding his upper leg area to show that he was obviously in a bit of pain from that, Tolium not showing too many signs of life.

Pohatu slowly drug himself up to his feet, using the ropes to prop himself up and get a little bit of a breather, glancing over at Tolium before walking over to the nearest turnbuckle, slowly making his way up onto the top one. Pohatu glanced over his shoulder one last time before leaping off backwards, twisting around for the LIGHTNING STO-NO! Tolium rolled off to the side, causing Pohatu to meet the canvas with the inverted star leg drop, Pohatu rolling over onto his side and holding his leg in pain again, his butt up in the air in a rather pathetic manner as Tolium got up onto all fours, glancing over at Pohatu and shaking his head. Tolium then got up onto his knees, hitting his chest a few times before getting up to his feet and walking up behind Pohatu and grabbing him by the back of his head and dragged him up to his feet, then grabbing each of Pohatu's arms and crossing them across the cruiserweight's chest. Tolium then leaned his head down, putting it between Pohatu's legs and then actually lifting him up into the air, keeping the straight jacket locked in...BEFORE DROPPING AND HITTING THE DYNAMITE DRIVER! Pohatu's head smacked against the mat before he bounced away from Tolium, the light heavyweight's eyes closed to indicate that he was more then likely knocked out from the move as Tolium just sat there, his breathing just a little ragged. Tolium slowly got up to his feet, shaking himself out a bit and walked over to Pohatu, lightly kicking Pohatu in the side, obviously attempting to see if the featherweight had any life in him, Pohatu showing that he probably didn't have any life left in him when he didn't move in the slightest from the kick. Tolium lightly kicked him a couple more times before dropping down, not hooking a leg as he went for the pin this time, the referee sliding in for the cover. "One..two..." Pohatu just barely got his foot up onto the bottom rope, the referee sitting back and holding up a hand with two fingers held up, signalling that it had indeed been just a two count. Tolium frowned and sat back himself, glancing at the referee to show that he obviously questioned the referee's judgement. That is, until he glanced back and saw that Pohatu had managed to get his foot up on the ropes, this causing a grin to come onto Tolium's face as he patted Pohatu's chest a couple of times, Pohatu grabbed Tolium's hand and whipping around to lock in a side armbar, Tolium grabbing the bottom rope instantly to break the hold.

Pohatu rolled out of the ring and leaned against the railing to try and get a breather, but all the fans that were near the barrier shoved Pohatu away from them, Pohatu turning around and glaring at them, not noticing that Tolium had moved up to his feet. Tolium bounced off the parallel set of ropes, running back as if he was going for a suicida move, but Pohatu turned around and ducked down, covering his face with his hands in an obvious attempt at blocking the move, staying there for a few seconds before slowly taking his arms away, frowning even more as he saw Tolium leaning against the ropes and chuckling at Pohatu. Pohatu quickly leaped up onto the apron and springboarded off the middle rope, twisting around to slap Tolium in the side of the head with an enzurgiri, this move causing the big man to stumble backward, a slightly glazed look to his eyes as he stumbled towards the middle of the ring. Pohatu waited until Tolium had turned back around to face him before leaping up onto the top rope, leaping off to hit a spinning wheel kick off the top, Tolium stumbling backwards a few more steps before finally falling to his back. Pohatu rolled up to his feet then moved over to Tolium, glancing at him once before leaping again up onto the top rope, bringing his legs around so that he was sitting on the top rope before moonsaulting off the ropes, landing right on Tolium and holding on for the cover. "One..two..." Tolium rolled his shoulder to break the cover, Pohatu leaping up and dropping a knee right onto Tolium's head, then maneuvering so that he was sitting on the big man's chest, the referee agian sliding in for the cover. "One..two.." Pohatu had been holding up his hand, counting right along with the referee, but was taken by surprise as Tolium again rolled his shoulder, this time grabbing Pohatu's hands and slowly standing up, not releasing Pohatu. The cruiserweight locked his legs around Tolium's head and attempted to hurracarana him, but Tolium held on and whipped Pohatu back up. He held him there for a few seconds then let Pohatu relased Pohatu's hands, letting the cruiserweight slide down his back so that Pohatu was upside down on him, Pohatu's belly to Tolium's back. Tolium then locked one arm around Pohatu's head, dropping down to one knee, leaving one leg lifted up to hit the Atomic Explosion, Pohatu crumblig to the floor after the move.

Tolium slowly stood up, glancing over at Pohatu and shaking his head in awe as he saw that Pohatu was still moving after that move, then moving so that he was leaning against the opposing set of ropes, a patient look in his eyes. Pohatu got up to one knee, shakily starting to move up to the other knee and then starting to move up to his feet as he turned around, Tolium bouncing off the ropes and attempting for the LIGH-NO! Tolium aimmed to high and missed with his trademark move, bouncing off the parallel set of ropes and turning around, running back to knock Pohatu down with a GORE!! Tolium went up to his knees briefly, looking out at the fans for a few moments before dropping down and hooking a leg for the pin as the referee slid over. "One..two...three!"

DING DING DING!

Victor Cross: Here is your winner....TAI 'NITRO' TOLIUM!

Tolium rolled out of the ring and stood up on the outside, raising his arms up above his head as the fans burst out into cheers, One of a Kind starting up right where it had left off before, slowly walking backwards up the ramp. At the top he paused briefly, pointing out at the audience and nodding a bit, showing that he was fighting for them. He then turned and walked behind the curtain, leaving Pohatu laying the ring, lifeless as we fade...to....black.

*The opening drum beat for “Iron Man” echoes through the PA system, the fans get to their feet and begin to boo. It sounds like the whole arena has just exploded with a roar of jeers.*

I AM IRONMAN!

*The guitar chords bending begin to echo with the drum beat still going, the opening guitar hits as red pyros begin to blast on the stage, Iron walks out of the back in his normal ring wear, trademark iron mask, blood red Jeans, matching jean vest, a small stud in his left ear and a mic in hand. Iron slowly walks down the ramp.*

Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all?
Or if he moves will he fall?

*Iron rolls into the ring and raises his over sized arms, the fans jeer even more at his taunt.*

Is he alive or dead?
Empty thoughts run through his head.
We’ll just pass him there.
Why should we even care?

*Iron looks at the fans and drops the mic, the lights slowly go out, only to go back on to show Iron ripping off his mask. Iron puts the mask in the corner of the ring and picks up his mic. “Iron Man" slowly fades away as Iron slowly speaks.*

Iron- …………You all should know me, I have been in the BTWF for a year now….I have been put through hell, and now I am here….I was beaten, walked on, spit on, made fun of, trash talked, ever since I ever started to wrestle. In the WWHW, I remember back on the days when I was slamming youngsters left and right, I remember when I was cracking skulls with my bare hands….But now father time has just slapped me and wants me to see….I am nothing more than an old man. My time isn’t up though…That is why I have laid down my open challenge….I am here to prove to father time that my life isn’t done, I promise to walk out of here victorious, a flawless victory shall be mine.

*Iron takes a deep breath, the first time talking in months.*

Iron- I have done a lot in my life, I have won many matches and held many titles. BTWF tag team title, longest holding in the BTWF, longest holding ever. WWHW tag team belts, I do think it was twice…That is why I am here, everyone thinks of me as nothing but a man who can only tag team. Some people even think I RELY on my partners' skills since I have none. Lies. I might be going on the 48, but I can still wrestle. I can crush them with my power….I remember, not too long ago…My friend, Apolo thought it would be a good idea to hit me….Apolo, when you are left for dead…Remember, I was the one who sent you there, not Heat. I know, I am boring you people with my words….Bring the man who wishes to be crushed out…

The crowd watches Iron for a few moments, seeming to be a bit solemnized by the brooding words, but then turn their attention back towards the entrance ramp as the lights dim down and the sound of wind blowing through the arena can be heard. After a few more moments, what sounds like a heavily-synthesized sintar-like instrument begins to fill the speakers, drowning out the noise of the wind. Another few moments, and a bass drum kick leads in, the song seeming to be growing closer to some kind of climax. The sintar has been replaced with a normal electric guitar by this point, short staccatto bursts playing alongside the bass drum. Suddenly, the music cuts out for half a second, only to be replaced with a loud yell.

SURVIVAAAAAAL!!!

Spotlights now begin to sweep over the arena, illuminating the crowd intermittently while a bank of lights curve downward to light the ramp. Many members of the crowd now recognize the song as Disturbed's "10,000 Fists", but still have no idea who the song could be an entrance theme for. Their questions are answered relatively quickly, however, as a quick series of bass drum kicks leads the song into its main beat, and the curtains are thrown open by...

DARSON GRAYS!!!

A deafening cheer fills the Barton Arena as the former champion walks out to stand at the top of the ramp, looking out over the crowd as his entrance theme blares in the background. Dar's appearence is notably different, but the man is still easily-recognizable by the legions of BTWF fans. Dar's hair, formerly spiked and mid-length, is now down to jaw level, and hangs freely about his deeply-tanned face. Rather than the t-shirt or longcoat the fans are used to seeing, Dar's upper body is covered by a leather motorcycle jacket, silvery metal studs trailing down either side of the opening in the front, no zipper or buttons visible. And rather than the wrist tape the crowd is used to seeing Dar's hands wrapped up in, they are this time covered by leather gloves, these also sharing the same metal studs over the knuckles. Dar's tights are also slightly different. Rather than the zig-zagging silver line seen before, two upside-down triangle shapes taper down from his waistline, still silver in color. And Dar's boots, formerly black with white laces, are now slip-ons, also silver in color.

One more god damn day
When I know what I want
And my want will be considered tonight, ah-ah
Considered tonight, ah-ah

Just another day
When I know what I want
Will mark me as a sinner tonight, ah-ah
I'm a sinner tonight, yeah

Dar begins to make his way down to the ring, holding his hands out to either side and high-fiving fans left-and-right as they scramble over each other to touch the returning superstar. Reaching the end of the ramp, Dar then begins to make his way around the ring with barely a glance at Iron, continuing to high-five and shake hands with fans along the barrier, even stopping at one point in the corner to autograph a t-shirt, much to Iron's chagrin. Finally, as he makes the full circle around the ring, Dar hops up onto the apron, walking along it before suddenly climbing up onto the ropes, one foot on the lowest one and the other on the middle rope, holding on to the top with one hand for balance while he raises the other up in the air, the chorus of his entrance theme rocking the sound system.

People can no longer cover their eyes
If this disturbs you then walk away
You will remember the night
You were struck by the sight of...

TEN THOUSAND FISTS IN THE AIR!!!

As the last yell resounds through the speakers, Dar lifts his other hand up and crosses his arms into the familiar X taunt, silver sparks exploding out of the four turnbuckles into the ring. Dar lowers his arms after a moment, then steps back down to the apron before slipping through the ropes, staring down Iron for a few moments as he walks over to his corner, where he removes the jacket and hands it off to an official. The lights in the arena revert back to normal as "10,000 Fists" fades out, but the crowd still hasn't calmed down, various cheers and chants keeping up even through the ring introductions, which Cross begins.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a special challenge match! Introducing first, in the corner to my left...Hailing from Parts Unknown and standing at seven foot three inches...Weighing in at three hundred eighty pounds...He is a member of the Generation of Legends...IRON!!!" Iron ignores the scattered boos and jeers, just watching Dar, not seeming scared of the former champ, but perhaps a little put off by his unexpected return.

"And in the corner to my right...Making his home in Honolulu, Hawaii and weighing in at two hundred seventy-five pounds...He is the original Archetype of eXcellence...The X Factor...DARSON GRAYS!!!" Dar throws his arms up into an X to another huge pop, still looking at Iron for a moment before lowering his arms and doing some quick stretches. Once Cross clears the ring and the ref enters, Dar walks forward, nodding to the question of whether or not he's ready, Iron doing the same. Once getting the affirmative from both men, the ref steps back and calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

Dar and Iron slowly begin to circle around the ring, the crowd still cheering. Dar turns around, beginning to pump his arm up in the air and stomp his foot down on the mat as he circles, the crowd immediately starting a "DAR! DAR! DAR! DAR!" chant to the beat. After a few moments of this, Dar turns his attention back to Iron, the two men stopping and just staring each other down from across the ring before locking up. After only a second or two of grappling, Iron suddenly reaches down and wraps his arms around Dar's waist, lifting up before snapping him down in a harsh Spinebuster, driving Dar's back into the mat. Dar rolls over to the corner as Iron tries to stomp on him while he's down, obviously having been taken off guard by that powerful maneuver. Hartman reminds us over commentary that the last time Dar fought someone as big as Iron one-on-one was at the first Tournament of Gods, in the finals against Jack Frost. The ref tries to keep Iron back, but he's simply too intimidated by the big man to keep him away for long, and Iron soon moves to the corner, picking Dar up and pushing him back against the turnbuckles before driving his knee repeatedly into Dar's stomach. He then pulls him out of the corner, looking to go for what might be a Spinebuster into the buckles, but Dar elbows out, only to get shoved back into the corner anyway by Iron, who follows it up with a Clothesline, slamming Dar into the turnbuckles again. Iron then puts Dar in a Front Facelock and pulls him out of the corner before spiking his head down into the mat with a DDT. Dar flips over onto his back from the impact and clutches his head, obviously not able to take moves to that area as well after the Dead of Night Tombstone he received at fadetoblack.

Iron looks down at Dar with contempt for a moment, then lifts him up, Gutwrenching him up onto his shoulder and holding him there, smirking out at the crowd, who immediately tense up. Iron then grabs Dar around the neck and flips him down into the IRON EFFE-NO! Dar manages to roll through the flip farther and land on his feet, only to get knocked down by a Big Boot. Iron backs up as Dar gets to his feet, running forward for a Clothesline, but Dar ducks under it, turning around and grabbing him around the waist, flexing backwards and tossing Iron back to land on his neck and shoulders with a Released German Suplex! The crowd lets out a big cheer for that, glad to see that Dar seems to have stopped the wave of offense from Iron, but Dar rolls to the outside, needing to catch his breath and get his bearings back. Dar leans against the railing, fans patting him on the back and giving him words of welcome after his abscence, but Iron has managed to shake the cobwebs out by now, and as Dar turns to face the ring again, his view is filled by a charging Iron, who throws himself through the ropes into Dar with a TOPE SUICIDA!!! The crowd boos Iron heavily for using Dar's favorite dive against him, though there is a slight feeling of awe at seeing such a large man as Iron perform a move like that. Iron then rolls back into the ring, waiting as Dar slowly gets up on the outside, shaking his head and trying to clear it. Finally, the former champion goes to enter the ring, but Iron quickly runs over and grabs Dar by the head, punching him until he falls off the apron. Dar gets back up, glaring at Iron, then takes a quick walk around to the other side of the ring, going to enter again, only to have Iron run forward and knock him away with a Baseball Slide. Iron follows Dar to the outside this time, however.

As Dar gets up, Iron grabs him by the throat, looking as if he's about to lift him up for a Chokeslam, but Dar lowers his center and refuses to be lifted up, so Iron just tosses him back into the guard rail instead. The big man lifts Dar up and pulls him into a Standing Head Scissors, flipping off the crowd before rolling Dar up onto his shoulders and POWERBOMBING HIM DOWN TO THE FLOOR! Dar cringes and rolls onto his side, his hand pressed against his back as the crowd boos Iron. The big man just ignores them this time, picking Dar back up and getting up onto the apron, pulling Dar up with him. The crowd starts to get tense again, Iron lifting Dar to his feet and bashing him with a huge right fist, then grabs him around the chest, setting him up for the IRON MAN SLA-NO! Dar elbows Iron in the temple until he breaks the hold, then hits two more that cause Iron to lose his footing and step down from the apron. Iron grabs Dar by the tights as he tries to get back into the ring, however, and finally pulls Dar back and sticks his head under his arm, falling back for a BACK SUPLEX TO THE FLOOR! Dar arches his back and cringes, the crowd jeering heavily as Iron decides to go for his big move once again, pulling Dar up onto the apron once more, grabbing him around the chest and pushing Dar's back against the ropes before swinging him out and falling down for an IRON MAN SLAM OFF THE AP-NO!!! Dar kicks off the ropes as Iron completes the rotation, backflipping out of the hold to land on all fours as Iron jumps off the apron, the big man landing on his feet, but losing his balance. Dar quickly gets up, spinning around as he does so, and catches Iron with a ROARING ELBOW! Iron goes down, and Dar finally gets his chance to roll back into the ring and get a breather.

Iron doesn't stay down long, however, and gets back up onto the apron, only this time climbing the turnbuckle, watching as Dar slowly gets up and turns around right into a Diving Axehandle! Dar goes down hard, but Iron lifts him right back up, grabbing him around the waist and spinning for a Turnaround Spinebuster! Dar's back is driven hard into the canvas, and Iron quickly hooks the leg. "1...2..." Dar kicks out to a sigh of relief from the crowd. Iron stands up, looking at the ref angrily, but doesn't argue, reaching down to pick Dar up, booting him in the gut before going to Gutwrench him onto his shoulder again, setting him up for the Iron Effect, but Dar falls to one knee, preventing himself from getting flipped up. Iron tries hard to lift Dar up, but Dar lowers his base each time, refusing to get lifted for the move. Finally, Iron just turns Dar around, grabbing him around the waist from behind, but Dar quickly turns and elbows Iron in the temple until he lets go and stumbles backwards, and Dar quickly spins around for another ROARING ELBOW! Iron goes down, but gets right back up, only to get smacked in the jaw with a Charging Elbow! Dar falls right over Iron with a lateral press as he goes down. "1...2..." Iron kicks out. Dar slowly lifts Iron up, then turns him around and locks in a Half Nelson, reaching down to cradle Iron's leg, looking for a Factorplex, but Iron resists getting his leg pulled up for the move, moving in jerky movements as Dar tries to hold him back towards the ropes, finally getting his foot on it. Dar manages to pull him away, however, looking for a German Suplex this time, but Iron manages to get to the ropes once more, grabbing the top one. Dar turns Iron around and goes to town with the elbow strikes, bashing six or seven of them into Iron's jaw before the big man topples again and rolls to the outside.

Dar rolls his arm in his socket, rubbing his elbow a little as he takes a breather, waiting for Iron to get up on the apron before going over to return the favor from earlier, elbowing Iron in the side of the head until he goes down to one knee. Dar then climbs out onto the apron, looking for a German Suplex to the floor, but Iron grabs the ropes to block it, knowing how devastating this could be to him. Finally, Dar ends up pulling both men off the apron to the floor, and catches Iron with some more elbows as he turns around before grabbing him and lifting him up for a RELEASED URANAGE ON THE FLOOR! Dar stumbles forward a bit and leans against the side of the ring, obviously having strained himself to lift Iron up for that move, but it seems to have been effective, Iron rolling to his side on the ground and looking dazed. Dar rolls into the ring, kneeling and watching as the ref starts to count Iron out, but Iron gets up and slides in on the seven. Dar quickly makes his move, grabbing Iron by the head and Snapmaring him over before locking in a Rear Chinlock, deciding to wear down the big man before he continues. Iron slowly starts to shift to the side towards the ropes, and Dar switches arms at one point and pulls Iron's head away from the ropes to try and throw off his sense of direction, but Iron manages to get his foot on the bottom rope and break the hold. Dar pulls Iron away from the ropes and bends him over, bashing his forearm down into his back a few times before jumping up and nailing an Elbow Drop into his back that forces the big man face-first down onto the canvas. Dar then lifts Iron up again, pulling him into a Standing Head Scissors and taking a few deep breaths, then rolls Iron up onto his shoulders and drives him down into the mat for a Powerbomb. Dar then clasps his hands together and lifts Iron up by his legs a bit before smashing him down in a second Powerbomb, before finally lifting him up a third time and holding him on his shoulders before dropping into a Sit-Out Powerbomb, ending the combo as the crowd lets out a loud cheer of "THREE!" Dar holds Iron's legs down for a pin. "1...2...TH-" Iron kicks out.

Dar looks a little frustrated as well as fatigued by that, but gets up again, walking over to the corner and doing something we don't see often from Dar, climbing up on top. Dar waits for Iron to get up and turn around, then jumps off and nails the big man right in the face with a Diving Boot! Dar quickly moves over to the opposite corner, climbing up that one as Iron gets up again, this time going for a Diving Clothesline, but Iron catches him in mid-air and spins around for another Turnaround Spinebuster! Dar is driven into the mat with even more force on this one, his back having already taken a beating. The crowd looks nervous as Iron covers him. "1...2...TH-" Dar kicks out. The crowd lets out a sigh of relief, but Iron looks frustrated, pounding a meaty fist on the mat. Iron gets up and starts to lift Dar up to his feet, but Dar is mostly dead weight at this point, his back screaming in pain. Out of frustration, Iron knocks Dar's head around with a stomp, then finally manages to get him up, deciding to finish him off, Gutwrenching him up for the IRON EFFE-NO! Dar slides forward down off Iron's shoulders, grabbing his head on the way down and nailing a Neckbreaker! Dar quickly gets to his feet, watching Iron for a moment, looking ready to catch him with a big move...And then collapses to the canvas. The crowd seems very concerned for Dar at this point, worried about his safety, and Dar doesn't seem to be doing too well with the fatigue. Iron gets up after a few more moments, lifting Dar up as well and picking him in a Powerslam, but instead just drops Dar chest-first onto the top rope. Iron lifts Dar up for another Powerslam, this time going to drop him face-first on the turnbuckle, but Dar suddenly grabs the ropes on the way down, spinning around to catch Iron with another Roaring Elbow, but Iron ducks it and spins Dar around for another Powerslam, dropping him onto the rope a second time. The crowd's brief sense of excitement after seeing Dar stop the Snake Eyes attempt deflates at that, starting to wonder if their favorite will be able to win this match.

Iron lifts Dar up by his arm, pulling him out towards the center of the ring before wrenching Dar into a Short-Arm Clothesline. Dar goes down, but Iron keeps a hold on his arm, lifting him up and twisting Dar's arm around until he can wind back and deliver a Lariat to the back of Dar's head, knocking him down to his knees. Iron lifts Dar up a final time, this time booting him in the side of the head. Iron backs up as Dar slowly gets to his feet, running forward to catch him with a Yakuza Kick. Dar goes down hard, seeming to be very dazed at this point, and Iron feels that the time to strike has come again, picking Dar up and going to Gutwrench him once more for the Iron Effect, but Dar falls to his knee once again. After a few moments of being unable to lift him up, Iron lets go, and Dar falls right onto his back, seeming to be dead weight again at this point. Iron lifts Dar up, turning him around and just tossing him halfway across the ring with a Released German Suplex, Dar landing on his face and chest. Iron, perhaps just showing off at this point, lifts Dar up and does the same move again before covering him. "1...2...TH-FOOT ON THE ROPES!" The crowd lets out a sigh of relief once more, knowing that Dar is still in the match, and still has enough prescence about him to go for a rope break, though the situation looks grim. Iron lifts Dar up once more, this time grabbing him around his chest, spinning him out for the IRON MAN SLA-NO!!! Dar elbows Iron in the side of the forehead repeatedly before he can do so, making Iron stumble back, then catches the big man with a Back Elbow as he tries to charge. Iron stumbles back, stunned, and Dar quickly runs back to the ropes, coming in for a Lariat, but Iron catches him by the throat and lifts him up for a Chokeslam! Dar, however, rolls backwards right up to his feet and spins around for a ROARING ELBOW! Iron goes down, and Dar collapses, that last move perhaps a final rush of adrenaline. The crowd lets out a big cheer for it, however, knowing that Dar still has at least something left in the tank.

Iron gets up first, lifting Dar up once again, only to have his arms knocked away and get elbowed in the face. Dar falls down to one knee as Iron stumbles back, and Iron goes to lift him up again, only to have Dar once again knock his hands away, Headbutting him suddenly before booting him in the gut and flipping him over for a Gutwrench Suplex! Dar slowly gets up to his feet, stumbling over to the ropes and trying to keep his balance, looking over at Iron before walking over and lifting him up, moving around behind him and setting him up once again for the Factorplex, only to have Iron turn and viciously elbow him in the temple. Dar stumbles back, and Iron pulls him into a Front Facelock, looking to go for a suplex, but Dar blocks it, only to have Iron push him back towards the corner and lift him up to set him on the top turnbuckle. Iron climbs up, but Dar fights him off with a series of elbows, waiting for him to get up before jumping off for a Diving Clothesline! Iron goes down, but gets up quickly, catching Dar with a Big Boot as he turns around after regaining his balance. Iron lifts Dar up one last time, turning around and Gutwrenching him up onto his shoulder before flipping him down into the IRON EFFECT!!! The crowd boos and jeers heavily as Dar lands right on his face and chest, bouncing off the canvas and laying still. Iron then rolls Dar onto his back, then covers with a lateral press. "1...2...THR-NOOO!!!" Dar somehow finds it in himself to get a shoulder up, and Iron stares in awe down at him before turning to the ref and arguing over whether that was a three count or not. Whatever the case, Dar really seems to be out of it. Iron stands up and drops an elbow, then runs to the ropes and comes off for a Leg Drop and another cover. "1...2...TH-NOO!!!" Dar once again throws his shoulder up, just refusing to lay down and die.

Iron lifts Dar up again, deciding that the only move that's going to put him away now is the Iron Man Slam, but Dar grabs the ropes as Iron tries to go for it. Iron finally manages to pull him away, but Dar elbows out of it this time, grabbing the ropes again, only to have Iron bash his forearm into his back repeatedly. Dar tries to fight back with elbows of his own, but finally gets put down with a Clothesline. Iron backs up this time, waiting for Dar to get up, then charges him, but Dar reaches down and grabs Iron's legs out from under him for a Double Leg Takedown, then drops down and goes for a series of mounted punches on Iron. Dar lifts Iron up, letting loose with the elbows once again, leaving Iron dazed as Dar spins around and nails Iron with his fourth ROARING ELBOW for this match. Dar lifts Iron up again, this time pulling him into a Half Nelson and flexing back for a head drop Half Nelson Suplex! Iron rolls back onto his knees from the force of the move, and Dar turns around to bash his knee directly into Iron's face. Dar lifts him right back up, though, this time pulling him into a Full Nelson and dropping him on his head once more with a Dragon Suplex! Iron slowly gets up, using the ropes, but Dar pushes him back against them and throws more elbows into Iron's jaw, only to have Iron rake his eyes in desperation. Dar steps back, holding his hand over his eye, but then throws even harder elbows into Iron's face, finally making the big man collapse and roll to the outside. Dar follows him out, rolling him back in and lifting him up, pushing Iron into the corner and throwing more elbow strikes, each one making a harsh cracking noise as they bounce off Iron's jaw. Dar pulls him away from the corner, turning him around and hooking him in a Half Nelson and cradled leg, slinging him back into the FACTORPLEX!!! BRIDGE!!! "1...2...TH-" Iron kicks out! Dar gets back up to his feet, watching as Iron gets up as well, then runs to the ropes, only to be caught with a Big Boot! Dar stumbles back...THEN SPINS AROUND AND HITS IRON WITH HIS FIFTH ROARING ELBOW!!! Iron goes down like a sack of bricks, and Dar stumbles to the ropes. The crowd is now up on their feet, seeing now that Dar is really wearing down Iron.

As Iron gets back up, Dar grabs him from behind once more, this time flexing back into a German Suplex! Dar doesn't stop, though, rolling through and pulling Iron into a Full Nelson, connecting with a Dragon Suplex! Dar rolls through one more time, grabbing Iron in a Double Chickenwing before flexing into a Tiger Suplex, ending the TRIUMVIRATAE SUPLEX!!! "1...2...THR-NOOO!!!" Iron kicks out once again. Dar slowly rolls over, Iron starting to get up on all fours, but Dar suddenly grabs his head, baring his teeth, and in a sudden rush of fury, pulls Iron into a flurry of KNEEEEEE STRIIIIIIKES!!! The crowd goes nuts as Dar bashes his knee directly into Iron's forehead over and over, finally ending the series after about nine or ten of the vicious blows. Dar slowly gets up to his feet, pulling Iron up with him into a Standing Head Scissors, lifting one arm up for a throat cut as the crowd lets out a huge cheer, then hooks both of Iron's arms, spinning him up and driving him down in a FOLDOVER TIGERBOMB!!! "1...2...THREE!!!"

The crowd pops huge as Dar walks back to lean against the ropes, "10,000 Fists" cutting in right in at Draiman's scream. "Here is your winner...DARSON GRAYS!!!" Dar raises his hand up in the air, then rolls out of the ring, walking over to the barrier and weakly slapping hands with several fans as he makes his way over to the ramp, walking backwards up it and holding his arms up in the X taunt as Iron slowly starts to come around. As Dar nears the top of the ramp, a chant fills the arena, almost every crowd member there taking part in it. "WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!" Dar grins a little as he leans against the side of the entryway, then shakes his head slowly before walking through the curtain.

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Victor Cross: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a 60 minute time limit."

"Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 260 pounds and standing 6 foot 6 inches tall, he is The Game KILLA K!"

The lights in the arena immediately dim and the entrance flashes and sparkles as the opening bass of "We Didn't Want You to Know" by John Cena booms out through the speakers, almost moving the arena. An unfamiliar voice comes out of them as well. "Feel my greatness......fear The Game." As the voice stops, the beat for the song picks up and the titantron flashes "Killa K" and "The Game" in repetition. Until it finally shows a figure hidden deep in the shadows of a pitch black room. His face looking up towards the sky. The video cuts from that, showing the hood and ruff parts of the city of Detroit. After showing the streets, it shows the figure again, ripping his hood back to reveal that it's Killa K himself, the video flashing images from his past matches, mostly him dominating.

If you don't know by now, we runnin the game
Neck froze, got a mill' on the chain
Show respect to Cen' and Trade
Cut the check, believe we're paid
Y'all waitin for the single to drop
Look down on the charts cause we sittin on top
Everybody else feelin the flow
If you don't know by now (we didn't want you to know)

To the crowd's pleasure and some dismay, Killa K comes outs from behind the curtains, wearing his signature all black hoodie, black, baggy pants, and matching black Air Force Ones. His brown eyes roam the gigantic crowd in attendance for the show. The crowd stands up on their feet, greeting him with a shower of cheers. Killa takes a few steps up, never expecting this type of reception from the crowd, but loving every second of it. A small smirk springs across his face. He throws his arms up in the air, a waterfall of red sparks falling behind the renegade wrestler. He breathes in the fresh air and pulls his hood back, showing off his brand new braids. He begins to walk forward and make his way to the BTWF ring, prepared for the battle ahead of him.

Get nasty, doin dirt don't put it past me
"Appetite for Destruction," +Axl+ couldn't +Slash+ me
I got hounds that found where your stash be
They play my sound in towns, rats harass me
They know I'm nice, they ain't bettin on you
That's like playin roulette and bettin on blue
Killa gon' blow - you goin no place
Snatch your dame, show her my old face
Still walk tall with a staggered stance
Plus I hold on the club like I was Bagger Vance
Make you breakdance for me, have you doin headspins
Ship you to D.C., covered in Redskins
Catch me in a classic drop low with the wine paint
Plus I'm classic on the flow, every line great
Believe me, yo the speech is tight
I lay you down like when you sleep at night, big business

Killa strides past the screaming fans walking right up the steel steps, eyeing the crowd, his left eyebrow slightly rose in amusement. He enters the ring going through the middle rope. Once in the squared circle Killa takes another moment to look at the crowd, loving every second of what was happening. He walks past the ref and steps up on the second rope on the upper right turnbuckle, throwing his arms up in the air again, getting some cheers from those who actually know him. He steps down and goes to the left turnbuckle opposite of the one he was on, repeating the same taunt. Killa jumps down from that turnbuckle and turns to face the entrance, waiting for his opponent. He nods his head with his music as it hits the ******** with the kid I'll leave you laid up in intensive care
This monopoly, I ain't got intent to share
When it's time to do business, I got no friends
A true hustler, burn the candle at both ends
If anybody on the scene doubt
I show 'em so much green, you think I'm farmin ******** bean sprouts
Wrist iced when I'm cracked ya mold
Cause revenge is a dish that is best served (cold)

"And his opponent, from Muskegon, Michigan, weighing in at 233 pounds and standing 6 feet 2 inches tall, he is 'The White Phoenix', STEVE 'SAVIOR' TWIST!"

One hundred million souls
Are joined together
All hoping for something better
And daring to ask the question
"What is all this worth?"
Because the answers
Have all lost their meaning
They got us all believing
We really have a future
And who will get their first?

|As "Knocked Down" by Pennywise continues to blare across the arena's sound system Steve steps out from the back to a crowd comprised mostly of cheers. Whether or not these are solely because of Steve, or partially because of who his opponent is doesn't seem to matter to "The White Phoenix" as he pauses on the top of the entrance ramp, his hood still over his head.|

Knocked down! Stumble then you fall
Stay down! Find some use for it all
No way! Walk before you crawl
When will you fall?

|Cheering and the chorus of this song playing seem to get Steve hyped up and he throws his head back to remove his hood while throwing his arms out to the side in a crucifix position at the same time. Steve doesn't hold this position very long, just long enough for those with cameras to get photos, before he begins to head down the entrance ramp towards the ring.|

So many hopeless lives
Have all been forgotten
Defeated once too often
Just hoping to find resolution
Held down by a greater force
In the search we find no solutions
And dream of revolutions
But wake to find we're part of the problem
So tell me what is worse?

|Upon making it to the bottom of the entrance ramp Steve looks around at the crowd once more to encourage more cheers. This works well as usual and he then climbs up the ring steps, only to walk along the ring apron facing the crowd as he exits from them. Steve yells something to the crowd to get them hyped up from here before turning around and using the top rope to jump into the ring.|

Knocked down! Stumble then you fall
Stay down! Find some use for it all
No way! Walk before you crawl
When will you fall?
When will you fall?
WHEN WILL YOU FALL!?

|With the fading out of "Knocked Down" Steve takes his vest off and hands it to the official before doing any last minute stretching or preparations on his own in the corner as he awaits the opening bell. Killa does the same as both men size each other up a bit in opposite corners as Joe Schmoe gives Steve's vest to an official on the outside of the ring and signals for this match to get started.|

The bell rings...

As expected the match isn't even able to get underway right off as the fans in the Barton Arena begin chants for both Twist and Killa. Neither man moves a muscle as they stand in their corners soaking up this atmosphere, something that neither of them were sure they would be able to hear again. When the two do decide to come together in the middle of the ring it is first to shake hands as a sign of respect. Just because this gesture is shown doesn't mean they are going to take it easy on each other as they immediately start to circle around the ring afterwards. The fans continue to chant, clap, and be merry as Twist and Killa measure each other up, knowing each other well from watching tapes of the other, yet still not quite knowing how to combat the competitor they are now actually faced with. A collar and elbow tie-up is initiated once the two have circled the ring a few times and neither man gains the advantage at first. The struggle continues on as Killa looks surprised at the strength of Steve, especially when Steve moves Killa back into the ropes. Of course Killa isn't so weak as to be beaten like that and turns away from the ropes with the lock up held to place Steve back first on the ropes. Breaking it shortly after this Killa then swiftly smacks Steve across the chest with a hard chop, only for Steve to shrug it off and hit Killa with one. This sort of disrespect isn't going to be tolerated by Killa as he hits Steve with another chop to start an exchange of chops between the two. Throughout the arena the hard smacks are heard by fans who cheer on this type of hard hitting as Steve starts to move Killa back towards the middle of the ring with a flurry of chops that catch Killa off guard. Almost instinctively Killa stops himself when he hits the center of the ring and suddenly nails Steve in the jaw with a European Uppercut that knocks "The White Phoenix" on his a**.

A mixture of cheering and jeering is heard by the 50/50 crowd in the Barton Arena who witnesses this. Figuring Steve has had enough for the moment Killa backs off and raises his arms in the air to tell his half of the crowd to get louder which they do. Meanwhile Steve stands back up to his feet and spits on the mat to make sure he didn't just get a tooth knocked out before walking right back over to Killa who has a smirk on his face. No respect is shown this time by Steve as he slaps Killa across the face and dodges a counter-slap which gives Steve the time to place Killa into a front waistlock. Puzzled by the thought of a smaller wrestler like Steve thinking he can pick Killa up with no trouble whatsoever, "The Game" just laughs at Steve as he nails him in the back with a clubbing forearm. Steve is the one left laughing this time as he looks up at Killa and asks him if that is all he has before nailing Killa with a beautifully executed Belly to Belly Suplex. An expression of shock fills Killa's face as he sits up after talking that Belly to Belly, as he knew Steve was strong, but not strong enough to throw him around like a wrestler that is lighter than Steve. Killa doesn't have time to be shocked however, as Steve makes his way over to him and places a knee into Killa's spine with him still sitting up. Steve also places an arm around the neck of Killa as he starts to look for a weakness in Killa through submissions. This doesn't seem like a difficult submission for Killa to get out of at first, but he finds that Steve really locks in his submissions with expertise despite not using them often. Even so Killa manages to roll over to his front and force Steve to change his hold to a Side Headlock as he gets up onto his feet.

Knowing it is only a few moments before he would be shoved off anyway, Steve decides to let go of the Side Headlock once Killa is to his feet and plants a couple of elbows right into the back of Killa's neck. These make an impression on Killa for sure, but that doesn't stop him from standing back up and nailing Steve across the chest with another chop. Just as Killa had shrugged off those elbows Steve shrugs this off, but finds himself unable to do so when he gets smacked across the face by Killa to pay him back for earlier. Not letting Steve fully recover from this, Killa places Steve into a front facelock to subdue Steve and go for a Vertical Suplex to try and weaken Steve some to be able to pick him apart. Such a simple move is easy for Steve to find a way out of however as he frees himself in midair and lands behind Killa where he hits him in the back of the neck with another elbow. To some of the more observant fans in the crowd it looks as though Steve has already picked Killa's neck to work on by this point in the match, but Steve makes them think twice as he places his head under Killa's arm and hits him with a Back Suplex to follow this up and bridges with it held for the first cover of this match. 1...Killa kicks out with ease, or that is what he tries to portray to make a mockery out of Steve seeming to take him lightly. Being up to his feet in a flash Steve tries to make Killa regret this as he kicks the "Canvas Assassin" right in the face once he gets to his hands and knees. Little things like this really show that no matter how much respect these two have for each other they aren't going to let it get in the way of their chances to win. With Killa seemingly dazed after that kick Steve decides to go back after the neck once more by jumping up and dropping a knee onto it, a simple but effective move.

Landing this knee drop to the neck Steve stands right back up as Killa flops down onto his stomach and places a hand on the back of his neck in an attempt to protect it and relieve the pain. Smirking at this feeble attempt Steve grabs Killa by the head and pulls him up to his feet and into a front facelock like Killa had him in earlier. Instead of going to hit Killa with a suplex Steve decides on a lower impact, but just as effective move as he turns with Killa's head and neck still held so he is facing away from Killa. The planned Back to Back Neckbreaker doesn't go down how Steve would like for it to as Killa manages to break Steve's hold around his neck and swiftly turns around to face Steve who whirls around as well. A sudden kick to the gut from Killa stops any chance at regaining the advantage Steve had and allows Killa to place Steve into a standing head scissors. From this position the crowd believes Killa will go for a high impact move, but rather than risk anything Killa steps over the body of Steve with his left leg so he has Steve's left arm trapped between his legs and held with his arm before he pushes Steve down to the ground and locks him into a Fujiwara Armbar. Some polite, yet skeptical clapping comes from the audience for this move from those who aren't sure what Killa is trying to accomplish. "The Game" knows what he is doing though and that is all that matters to him as he tries to rip Steve's left arm out of it's socket and put Steve at a disadvantage in this match. Not willing to be put out of the game this early, Steve struggles to reach the nearest bottom rope which doesn't take him too long as he is plenty fresh enough to put a good amount of energy into escaping a hold such as this. Once Steve has made it to the ropes Killa stands up out of the hold, but stomps on Steve's arm before walking away from him, getting a warning from referee Joe Schmoe for doing so.

Pulling himself up to his feet rather quickly Steve turns to look at Killa who is on the opposite side of the ring from him and just nods at Killa, almost seeming happy that Killa would take a cheap shot in this match. Killa nods back at Steve as he knows that Steve is glad he is really taking this match seriously now. Rather than waste time running around the ring again both men come straight to the center of the ring into a lock up once Steve has recovered and like earlier they put their all into it. While most wrestlers would rather just transition into other moves right away Steve and Killa are using this as a way to one up their opponent and put a good deal of effort into trying to win the lock up. Unlike the first clash between them Killa has the slight advantage this time as Steve's arm doesn't seem quite shook out enough. Using this to his advantage, Killa manages to shove Steve down to the ground on his knees. An upset Steve doesn't have time to worry about how this will effect his pride however as Killa breaks the lock up and grabs Steve's left arm to go behind him and place him in a Hammerlock which he kneels down with to really lock in. Looking really annoyed now, Steve decides to let Killa have an elbow to the side of his head for his trouble, but this elbow doesn't stop Killa from keeping the Hammerlock held. It does give Steve enough time to get to his feet before the pressure on his arm is too much again and with Killa following him up Steve goes to get out of the Hammerlock by ducking under Killa's arm. This leaves Steve on the backside of Killa with Killa's arm held, but Steve lets it go quickly to suddenly lock Killa into a Sleeper! This hold doesn't last more than a few seconds as Killa grabs Steve by the left arm and leans forward to toss Steve over him and stop the attempted Sleeper in its tracks.

Right back up to his feet Steve goes after this and he slams Killa with a chop to the chest when he turns to face him. Knowing that he might have an advantage with Steve being so angry at the moment Killa doesn't lose his temper, but instead just hits Steve with a European Uppercut in an attempt to take Steve down again. Unlike earlier in the match Steve does not go down, nor does he stagger backwards. Steve just stands there and takes the strike with a look of disgust on his face before he unloads with chops to the chest of Killa that leave "The Game" staggering backwards faster and faster towards the ropes. As his back hits the ropes Killa starts to fire back at Steve with a trio of stiff elbows to the side of the head followed by yet another European Uppercut. This serves to move Steve back slightly, but he comes right back at Killa with more chops as the crowd begins cheering loudly for the two men laying into each other. Killa starts hitting chops on Steve when Steve pauses after a chop and the two start going back and forth with fiendishly hard chops which leave the wind knocked out of both men who gasp for air, yet still continue to try and turn the other man's chest to ground beef. The cheering and clapping for this gets louder as the two move back towards the center of the ring and Killa starts to really let Steve have it with hard chops. Echoing throughout the arena these stop Steve in his tracks and leave the two going past the center of the ring to the opposite set of ropes which Steve hits and looks like he is about to fall down. More massive strikes fall across the chest of Steve which now is now looking like an uncooked piece of meat, but Steve still refuses to go down which leaves Killa getting ready for one last big strike.

Before Killa can hit this strike he winds up for, Steve suddenly nails Killa directly in the throat with a chop and follows with more that knock Killa away from him in a hurry and back towards the center of the ring. As soon as Killa stops himself to try and get back into the fight with Steve he ends up being taken down by a huge Discus Chop to the throat by Steve! Shaking out both his arms after this brutal striking exchange Steve yells at Killa not to EVER go after his arms again. Killa may or may not have heard him however as he is laid out on the ground in a heap and Steve decides to go for a cover, 1...2...Killa kicks out. This doesn't surprise Steve much and he is right back up to his feet with Killa in tow only moments after. Knowing already that a good amount of time has passed in this match Steve goes right back to trying to work on Killa's neck as he places him into a front facelock to go for a Cross-Legged Brainbuster! Killa isn't too dazed to know what is coming when Steve hooks his legs for this move and quickly fights out of Steve's grasp. Just when he manages to push Steve away from him, Killa finds Steve coming right back at him and isn't happy about it. Slamming Steve in the abdomen with a knee when he gets in range Killa finds himself suddenly placing Steve into position for and hitting him with a T-Bone Suplex! This gets a large amount of cheering from the crowd as it is a bigger impact move which allows Killa to go for a cover, 1...2...Steve kicks out. Figuring this would happen Killa moves right into a Cross Armbreaker on Steve's left arm after the cover, but before he can lock it in Steve slams him straight in the face with a closed right hand. This stops Killa from applying the hold and lets Steve roll away to his feet where he sees Killa looking at him wondering what that was for. Steve just says that he told Killa not to go after his arm and waits for Killa to get to his feet.

The calm demeanor of Steve about just hitting Killa in the face doesn't sit well with the "Canvas Assassin" and he looks to take his anger out on Steve quickly. Killa moves towards the ropes Steve is near in a hurry to do this, but with his wits about him Steve stops Killa with a hard elbow to the head. This doesn't effect Killa much as he goes to dish an elbow right back to Steve who manages to duck it and uses a head butt to hit Killa in the stomach. This blow leaves Killa keeling over and Steve sees his golden opportunity and places Killa into a front facelock. As soon as he does this Steve goes to lift Killa up for a VERTICAL SUPLEX TO THE OUTSIDE!! Luckily for Killa this doesn't end up happening as he slips out of Steve's grasp at the last second and manages to land on the ring apron. "The Game" isn't out of danger yet as he finds himself being assaulted once more by Steve who is disappointed that the last move didn't work. A few forearms to the face manage to daze Killa long enough for Steve to go through the ropes onto the ring apron as well. Whatever he has planned doesn't end up amounting to much as right when he steps out onto the ring apron it is Killa who hits him with some strikes to the head and face which almost make Steve fall right off onto the floor below. Seeing that Steve isn't going to put up a struggle after a few more strikes, Killa grabs "The White Phoenix" and turns him around on the ring apron so he is able to place him into a Full Nelson. Quickly regaining his wits when faced with a hold like this Steve flails his arms around in an attempt to get out, but Killa has him held in tightly and head butts Steve in the back of the head a couple of times to halt his motion before hitting Steve with a FULL NELSON SLAM TO THE FLOOR!!

Loud cheers emanate from the crowd as Killa slams Steve down onto the barely padded floor with this move. It may not be the most dangerous move ever, but it certainly is effective as Steve lays prone on the ground while Killa gets down from the ring apron to pick Steve back up and push him back into the ring. This doesn't take much time at all and when Killa has Steve in the ring he follows him in and goes for a quick cover, 1...2...Steve kicks out. Immediately after he kicks out Steve grabs at his back as the pain from being slammed to the floor kicks into high gear. While Killa isn't happy Steve wasn't finished with that move he does look more confident seeing Steve in pain. Standing up Killa decides what he will do next to Steve as he grabs him by the hair and picks him up to his feet. Steve doesn't last very long in this vertical position as he finds Killa deciding on a Spinebuster which sends Steve straight back to the ground and leaves him arching his back in pain before Killa plants his shoulders to the mat for another cover, 1...2...Steve kicks out. Rather than repeating the earlier process that resulted in only getting a two count Killa decides to sit Steve up after this pin and place Steve into a submission that is somewhat similar to the one Steve had on him earlier, just instead of having a Sleeper type hold on Steve while driving the knee into his back Killa places his hands on Steve's chin in a Camel Clutch type position. The crowd still seems into this despite Steve being decimated at the moment and either cheers for Killa wearing Steve out, or for Steve who is trying to escape and gets people clapping by stomping his foot while still in the hold. Sliding forward Steve manages to get out of the hold by reaching the ropes before much time passes and Killa appears upset as he is told to release the hold by Schmoe, something that he reluctantly does.

Upon standing up Killa gives Steve a stiff kick in the back prior to backing away from the former BTWF Champion. While some see this as disrespectful and jeer, Steve just finds it painful as he continues to hold his back with one arm as he gets back up to his feet. Trying to shrug it off as he faces Killa, Steve taunts Killa to come at him by waving his arms, something that Steve will most likely regret as Killa wastes no time in coming over to Steve. As Steve had figured Killa goes for a kick to the gut upon making it over to Steve, wanting to take a quick advantage and continue to capitalize on Steve's injured back. This predictability allows Steve to catch Killa's foot prior to it connecting with Steve's stomach which gives Steve the opportunity to try and pull Killa off his feet. Killa falls down hard as Steve keeps his right leg held before trying to turn Killa over onto his stomach and lock him into an STF. Unfortunately for Steve he isn't even able to turn Killa over as Killa uses his left leg to shove Steve off of him and back into the ropes before he swiftly gets back to his feet. Using the slight momentum gained from hitting the ropes Steve charges directly at Killa as he gets to his feet and goes for a Lariat! Once again Killa doesn't allow Steve to have his way and hooks Steve's arm to block the Lariat before lifting Steve up into the air in a Half Nelson to hit him with a HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER! Steve cries out in pain from his back just being driven down into Killa's knee from a good height, but doesn't have any time to recover as Killa goes for a cover, 1...2...Steve kicks out weakly. Seeing this weakness in Steve Killa wastes no time in going for a second, more secure cover, 1...2...Steve just raises his shoulder off the mat. Knowing that Steve isn't going to be pinned yet after this Killa decides to lift Steve to a sitting position and place him into a Ground Bearhug!

Squeezing the oxygen out of Steve isn't all this hold is good for obviously as Killa makes sure to really torque the back of Steve as he keeps the Ground Bearhug applied tightly. The crowd is split between cheering and booing for this as they have been all through this match, but Killa couldn't care less about what the fans think at the moment as he continues to apply pressure to Steve, determined to finally prove once and for all his real worth to the BTWF fans. These thoughts of not wanting to be trapped in the shadows of others encourage Killa to keep trying to snap Steve in two, but "The White Phoenix" isn't going to just wait for this to happen. Using the strength he can muster Steve grabs the head of Killa with both his hands and proceeds to hit several head butts on his defenseless opponent. The fourth or so head butt of this series makes Killa release the hold and fall backwards onto the mat, Steve doing the same although rolling away from Killa quickly after. Referee Joe Schmoe doesn't bother making a count for this as Killa sits up shortly after going down, holding his head, while Steve grabs the near bottom rope after he stops rolling to help pull himself to his feet. Both men take their time as they don't hear Joe counting with Steve somehow being first up. Killa is up shortly after however, so Steve takes no real advantage as they stare at each other from a little way across the ring, neither wanting to make a sudden move or get caught off guard. Thinking of a good way to bring Steve close to him Killa offers his hands for a knucklelock, something that does intrigue Steve and leave him moving towards the center of the ring. As soon as Steve's right hand and Killa's left meet Killa goes for a kick to the side of Steve that connects and leaves Steve vulnerable for Killa to break the lock and hit Steve with a quick Scoop Slam.

Once more the back of Steve pains him greatly as he takes this slam before quickly being picked up by Killa for a second Scoop Slam. Arching his back in pain Steve sees that he isn't going to get a break as Killa grabs him by the hair once more to place him in a vertical position to hit yet another Scoop Slam. After this third slam Killa goes down onto Steve for another cover, 1...2...Steve kicks out. This kick out isn't as weak as a few of his earlier ones, but does leave Steve slamming his hand into the mat because of the pain it puts his back through. Being the fresher competitor in this match by far Killa gets up to his feet without much trouble and once more is quick in picking Steve up, this time into a waistlock. The thought of escaping can barely even make it's way through Steve's brain before Killa hits him with a German Suplex into a bridge, 1...2...Steve kicks out. Keeping Steve held even after he has kicked out, Killa gets back up to his feet with the very beat up Steve held to apparently go for a second German Suplex. This isn't the case however as when Killa picks Steve up for a second German Suplex he releases the waistlock he has on Steve and instead hits him with The Rewind! Cheers from the crowd follow this move that seems to have taken Steve totally by surprise as he now gets turned over by Killa for a cover, 1...2...Steve raises a shoulder off the mat. Killa seems frustrated at this and goes right back to pinning Steve's shoulders afterwards, 1...2...Steve kicks out weakly. Seeing that Steve is struggling to stay in this match Killa has an idea as how to end it and brings Steve back up to his feet with him. Once up however, Steve lets out a sudden flurry of chops in a desperate attempt to stop Killa. These only serve to annoy Killa as he shrugs them off and nails Steve with a European Uppercut before going to hit the MOB!!! NO! Steve manages to break Killa's hold on his neck quickly enough to leave Killa smashing down to the ground on his bottom without Steve following.

Due to his ability to quickly reverse what could have been the last move he was hit with in this match, Steve now has the advantage for the first time in a long time and immediately starts his offense with a brutal kick to the back of Killa's head who is still sitting in front of Steve. This is followed by a vicious flurry of chops to the back of Killa's neck that appear to be even harder than the chops Steve was throwing early on in the match. Knowing there is no way Killa can just ignore this pain Steve finishes up his striking combination to then drop to his knees and place Killa in a Sleeper. The crowd that was just behind Steve almost one hundred percent now calms down, seemingly disappointed by Steve's choice of moves. Of course with his back so injured Steve doesn't have much of a choice but to try and rest it which is why he is using a move that allows this and continues to go after the neck of Killa at the same time. Even with his neck aching now more than it had been earlier Killa refuses to stay under Steve's control for long and starts to slowly get up to his feet, the crowd cheering him on. Once up to his feet Killa finds that Steve still hasn't let go of the Sleeper or at least tried to switch the hold up any which angers him. Deciding that one way or another he will get Steve off him, Killa suddenly begins to run backwards at the corner, making Steve back up as well. Prior to reaching his desired destination however, Killa quickly finds himself falling backwards as Steve falls down with the Sleeper to add a body scissors to it! Extremely annoyed now, Killa finds himself grabbing at the near set of ropes to get out of the hold rather than breaking it like he wanted to. Steve doesn't release the Sleeper right away, but a little coaxing in the form of a count from Joe makes him as both he and Killa go to get to their feet in a hurry.

Neither man looks overly ready for another conflict with the other once they are up as Steve holds his back which he hurt more even while in the Sleeper and Killa rubs his neck which Steve has basically tried to rip in two. Shortly after they are up and rested Steve and Killa decide to meet in the center of the ring for a standard lock up to try and work their way back into a rhythm. Fighting in this lock is far from what Steve wants to do which shows quickly after the start of it when he breaks free and knees Killa in the stomach to place him into a front facelock. Rather than go for a sure fire move Steve decides to finish what he started earlier by crossing Killa's legs in an attempt to once again go for the Cross-Legged Brainbuster! Killa only gets lifted slightly into the air by Steve who quickly sees his arrogantly made error and lets Killa down, grasping at his back. This allows Killa to gain a quick advantage by slamming a clubbing forearm across Steve's back upon standing up before placing Steve into a standing head scissors. Not wanting to waste time or allow Steve to recover whatsoever, Killa is hasty in his sweeping Steve up into a Powerbomb position before placing his knee forward as he hits Steve with a brutal POWERBOMB BACKBREAKER!! Steve lies on the ground cringing in pain after having Killa's knee driven right into his spine and finds himself being covered once more by his adversary, 1...2...2.5...Steve throws a shoulder up. Some fans in the arena figured that it was over there, but even Killa appears to have known better as he gets right back up afterwards and brings Steve with him, only to lock Steve into a normal Bearhug! The continuous assault on Steve's back now seems to pay off for Killa as he tries to break Steve in half once more, this time with Steve being more responsive to it and yelling in pain.

Not too long after the hold is placed on Steve, "The White Phoenix" tries to get out of it by slipping his arms in-between the arms of Killa, a tactic that relieves the pain but doesn't allow Steve to escape. Seeing this Steve continues his attempts to get out of the Bearhug by hitting Killa right in the forehead with a head butt, only for Killa to shrug it off and smash into Steve's skull with a head butt of his own. This vicious shot leaves Steve falling limp in Killa's arms and allows the "Canvas Assassin", who almost smashed his own skull in, to let go of Steve momentarily to place his arms under Steve's so the hold is more effective again. Right when Killa locks it back in and starts to squeeze Steve in it again the former BTWF Champion lets out a cry of pain and tries with all his might to grab Killa's arms and free himself. This doesn't last long as Killa decides to try and break Steve in two by pushing his upper body down so Steve's hands and head touch the mat. Loud cheers come from the crowd, especially those who prefer Killa to Steve, as a submission this painful could easily be the end of the match. Left with almost no choice as to what to do with the ropes so far away Steve just tries to endure the pain to the best of his ability, despite his back feeling like it is about to shatter. Joe Schmoe continually asks Steve if he wants to give up, even with it being obvious that Steve has no intention to. Finally, after one more inquiry by Schmoe Steve appears to have had it, but instead of tapping out he suddenly lifts himself up by his midsection to the best of his ability and grabs Killa's head. Letting all his weight hang on Killa's head and neck Steve finds himself being dropped to the ground not too long after his bold attempt to free himself as the pain this puts on Killa isn't worth him keeping the hold on.

What Killa didn't expect however, was that Steve would keep his head held like he does now. It doesn't take long for Killa to free himself from this as he rips Steve's arms away from his head, but it gives Steve more time to recover and Killa less. This proves to be the case immediately as Killa moves backwards towards the ropes as Steve does all he can to push himself onto his feet with his back this hurt. Regardless of the way his neck feels, Killa forgets the overwhelming pain as soon as he sees Steve on his feet and rushes at Steve to try and take him down. This proves to be a mistake as Killa runs right into an elbow to the face from Steve which he follows with a quick DDT. Upon hitting the ground Steve keeps Killa held in the front facelock he has applied and rolls over onto Killa, so he is in a sitting position, as Steve applies a Front Guillotine Choke! Now it is Killa who might have to tap out in this match as Steve uses this move to its fullest like all his submissions. After a while Killa seems to be fading and needs to think of a way to get out of this hold in a hurry as the sound of Joe's voice asking him if he wants to give gets softer and softer. Rather than just giving up Killa decides to take a move right out of Steve's book as he tries to use his arms to get a semi-Bearhug on Steve. While Killa doesn't get this held to the fullest, it does put obvious pressure on Steve, but the determined Savior won't give in as he uses his free arm to hit chop after chop to the upper spine of Killa, just below his neck which Steve has held. When Steve does this Killa decides to change his approach at getting out and starts to deliver some vicious punches to the unprotected abdomen of Steve. After a flurry of these it seems as Steve has no choice but to let go of the choke thanks to the boxer like strength of the fists getting buried into his gut.

Steve does let go of the hold and stands to his feet as Killa flops over onto his back and reaches back to grab the bottom rope, making any hold Steve would try to follow up with null and void. Backing away from Killa as he notices this, Steve holds his back as it is still bothering him, but the rest he has allowed himself will probably let him continue on in this match so long as he doesn't get caught again by Killa. The same type of idea with his neck comes to Killa as he pulls himself up, but it is just not to get caught again period so it can rest. With both men back up to their feet Steve decides to go after the advantage this time and approaches Killa just as he stands up to go for what appears to be a Lariat as he rushes at Killa. Of course "The Game" notices that Steve isn't moving very quickly thanks to his back and is easily able to block the Lariat with his arm before spinning Steve around to grab him for a waistlock. To the surprise of everyone in the arena Killa only gets a swift kick to the gut by Steve upon him spinning around and before anyone can react Steve has pulled Killa into position to hit him with the Skull BUSTAH!! A ton of cheering from the crowd makes it's way around the arena as Steve keeps Killa in a reverse standing head scissors after planting him face first into the ground to hit him with five consecutive ********. Knowing he has to capitalize on this as quickly as possible Steve rolls off Killa once the crowd has counted to five and rolls him over for a cover, 1...2...foot on the ropes. Disappointed describes Steve perfectly after this as the crowd jeers, not at Killa but because they thought that was three. Still, Steve doesn't just stand around and decides to grab Killa by the head to move him into the middle of the ring and place him into a Head Scissors.

Not allowing Killa to rest is the perfect strategy by Steve this late in the match and a move like this does that well. Most fans in attendance probably didn't expect a match like this between two hard hitters like Killa and Steve, but both have carried out their strategies to the best of their ability and neither can afford to take much more punishment now. Killa is especially in trouble at the moment as Steve squeezes the life out of him with the vice-like grip his legs have around Killa's neck. Knowing that he is risking passing out do to the pain and oxygen loss every moment he is in this Killa desperately tries to roll Steve over so he has a better chance to escape. After a try on each side Killa decides to use all his strength to roll to the left, Steve's weak side, and after a struggle he is able to turn Steve over onto his knees. With a suddenness unseen by either man in the match thus far Killa slips his head out from between Steve's legs and places Steve into a Half Nelson while both are still on their knees. Standing up to his feet with Steve held Killa goes to hit Steve with another HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER!! Killa doesn't stop after this as he grabs Steve by the head and drags him back to his feet, shaking his knee out while doing so. Once Killa has Steve up he grabs the arm of Steve and locks his wrist under Steve's legs as the crowd begins cheering wildly for the WRIST-CLUTCH EXPLODER!!! Most know Steve uses this move somewhat regularly so Killa may have got the idea from him, but none of that matters right now as Killa goes for a cover, 1...2...3-NO!!

Steve just barely kicks out and the crowd can't believe it. Killa can't seem to either as he sits up with a blank expression on his face, not knowing what he has to do to beat Steve. After a little while Killa stands back to his feet and signals to the crowd this will end it as he brings Steve up to his feet and into a standing head scissors. As soon as Killa lifts Steve up for the first powerbomb of the Last Destination however, Steve shows signs of life and smacks Killa right in the nose with a chop. This stops Killa in his tracks as he drops Steve down to the mat and holds his face. The crowd has a mixed reaction to this move by Steve as he could have seriously injured Killa with that, but Steve doesn't care as he pushes himself up to his feet, his back clearly hurting him the entire way. Killa can't seem to believe this as he moves his hands away from his face to reveal a bloody nose, but he soon does as Steve comes charging at him and with all his might nails a HUGE LARIAT!! Killa doesn't even budge from this besides holding his neck where he was hit and a rage fueled Steve backs off a bit before going for a SECOND LARIAT! Once more Killa doesn't go down, but does stagger back into the ropes where he comes off of them into a BURNING LARIAT FROM STEVE!!! Killa smashes into the mat from this shot and the crowd roars its approval as Steve flops down onto Killa for a cover, 1...2...2.999 count! Just as Steve kicking out earlier shocks everyone, Killa kicking out does as well. Now Steve's back is absolutely killing him as he tries to do whatever he can to stand up, but once he is up Steve signals for the end as he brings Killa with him and locks him in to go for the TWISTER-NOO!! Killa pulls his head free from Steve and suddenly grabs Steve's arms to hit him with a TIGER SUPLEX WITH A BRIDGE, 1...2...2.5...Killa can't hold the bridge!!

The crowd can't believe just how close Steve came to losing there, but Killa's neck prevented him from taking home the victory. Joe starts a count out as both men lay still on the ground. 1...2...3...4...Both begin to stir now at about the same pace despite Steve taking the worse beating in this match. 5...6...7...8...Now Steve and Killa are on their feet and come together towards the middle of the ring with the intent to win solely etched in their minds. Killa looks to take a quick advantage by throwing a right hand at Steve, but the faster wrestler is able to dodge it and comes back at Killa with a brutal uppercut that knocks "The Game" backwards. Not wanting to give this ground up, Killa charges back to where he stood, almost subconsciously, but is met with a kick to the gut from Steve when he gets there as Steve suddenly hooks him once more and this time hits the TWISTER!!! Down both Killa and Steve go to the mat, but as the crowd cheers Steve holds his back in pain and pounds his hand against the mat. Doing a move that compresses your spine slightly didn't end up helping Steve as he had planned and now he can't capitalize on it as Joe starts another count. 1...2...3...4...5...6...Finally Steve begins to stir and gets to his feet which is a surprise to most as it seems like going for the cover would be the smartest move he can make right now. "The White Phoenix" knows exactly what he is doing though as he goes over to the corner Killa is nearest to and climbs up to the top. With Killa facing face down on the ground and Steve facing towards the crowd the flashbulbs go off as Steve goes for the DIVING MOONSAULT!!! NOOO!! Killa moves out of the way at the last second leaving Steve crashing to the mat where he might be down for the rest of the match!

1...2...3...4...Killa hears this count after evading Steve's Moonsault and knows that now is the time for him to get back into this match. Slowly, Killa gets to his feet and the crowd cheers loudly for him as he staggers over to Steve to pick him up. Once Killa has Steve up he places him into a standing head scissors, content to finish what he started last time. Lifting Steve into the air Killa hits him with one powerbomb. Another follows before Killa places Steve onto his shoulders one last time. Right as Killa is about to deliver this final powerbomb Steve begins another desperate escape from Killa's grasp as he hits several shots to Killa's face which make Killa place him down with Steve still held. More solid shot from Steve to the face of Killa leave him in pain, but through sheer will alone Killa picks Steve back up into the air and plants him with the LAST DESTINATION!!! 1...2...3!!! NO!!!

The count appeared to be three to most, but at the very last second Joe sees Steve kick out and calls it a two which gets the crowd on his case immediately. Killa is extremely worn out now as he lies right beside Steve with nothing but his will left in his body. As the crowd cheers him on, Killa slowly starts his ascent to his feet and once he is there he picks Steve up with the last of the strength left in his body. Killa places Steve into yet another standing head scissors as he goes to pick Steve up for a SECOND FINAL DESTINATION!!! NO!!! Steve falls forward over Killa and goes to hit him with a Sunset Flip! This doesn't work however as Killa blocks it and moves away from Steve before going to pick him back up. When Killa does this he gets a weak forearm to the jaw, but Killa will not be denied as he places Steve up into a DVD position before hitting Steve with the VENDETTA!!! 1...2...3!!!

Victor Cross: "And here is your winner, Killa K!"

|The Barton Arena EXPLODES as Killa manages to pick up his much sought after victory by busting out his brand new finisher the Vendetta (A high impact Spinning Fireman's Carry Slam). Killa doesn't have quite as much enthusiasm though as he lies on the mat halfway dead, knowing that he had to do damn near everything possible to beat Steve and finally prove that he is a real star in the BTWF. Speaking of Steve he is stirring slightly as Killa is helped up by Schmoe and has his hand raised in the air. Once Steve is up he goes over to the ring near the announce tables and has a microphone handed to him.|

Steve: "Cut the music. ...Killa, I have to say you've impressed me greatly here tonight. I mean...you really knocked the s**t out of me. My back is ******** killing me...and you beat me."

|The crowd quiets down listening to Steve who doesn't appear to have any intention of ruining Killa's victory despite talking that way slightly.|

Steve: "It's cool if you guys cheer...but I do want you to hear me out. Killa...and everyone watching this too...I don't care about your corporate sponsored champions, your puppets of meat from other federations, or your hardcore whiners. But this man is real and you better not ******** forget that. Congratulations man, and good luck to you."

|Steve places the microphone on the ground and shakes Killa's hand before yelling at the crowd to make some noise despite them already cheering loudly. The celebration continues as a video package for the next match comes on the BarTron.|

The lights in the hall cut out leaving the crowd in darkness. "Wings of a Butterfly" comes onto the sound system and the riff plays twice. After that a drum kicks once and the riff starts again the lights flash violently for two riffs. The drum then starts to play constantly and Sparco comes from behind the curtain. He stands at the top of the aisle for a while chatting to the crowd, taunting a few Sparco haters. This continues for four riffs and then when the lyrics start; he quickly walks down the aisle while it plays bouncing from side to side giving fans high fives and such until he gets to the ring side when the verse ends. By now the lights had fades back to a very dim lighting. At this point the chorus hits:

Come on, and show them your love,
Rip out the wings of a butterfly,
for your soul, my love,
Rip out the wings of a butterfly,
for your soul.

Sparco slides under the bottom ropes and runs across the ring jumps onto the far turnbuckle and throws his arms out horizontally as the second line plays, he then holds him arms inward crossing them over his chest like CM punk and holds his head down. Then when the second line repeats he ones again throws his arms out again. Like a butterfly coming out of a Pupa. While he�s on the turnbuckle only the light over it flashes continuously. He gets off the turnbuckle and light fade to normal as he warms up for his match.

Forsaken

Cral jumps through the curtain at the sound of his theme.
The fans look on as the Number 1 contender make his way out to the ring.
Cral walks over to the side looking out at the fans he lifts both arms up getting a cheer from the fans... he brings them back down giving a point gesture to them.. Cral heads to the other side to do the same thing

I'm over it
You see I'm falling in the vast abyss
Clouded by memories of the past
At last, I see

I hear it fading
I can't speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
We fear them finding
Always winding
Take my hand now
Be alive

Cral heads back to the ramp heading down to the set up ring. On the ramp the lights go out for maybe 3 second before a green spot light hits Cral. The camera looks front on of Cral as he lifts his arms up once more bringing them down with force setting off Green pyro on the ramp. The darkness lights up a bit with Green as Cral runs towards the ring sliding in looking around at the other stars in the ring.


You see I cannot be forsaken
Because I'm not the only one
We walk amongst you
Feeding, raping
Must we hide from everyone

I'm over it
Why can't we be together
Erase it
Sleeping so long
Taking up the mass
At last, I see

Cral makes his way to his feet, heading towards the ropes on the other side, he jumps to the middle rope and pats his chest and points out to the fans.


Red comet: Entrance Theme: "Pound cake" by Van Halen

Heavens soldier: Entrance Music: Serial sleepers -house of heroes
Entrance: "wake the dead, serial sleepers slay with words unsaid...."
Serial sleepers blares across the PA system as Heaven�s soldier comes out to a video of his finishing moves the death of a soldier and righteousness. He doesn�t look any where but straight ahead doesn�t taunt the crowd doesn�t jeer but walks solemnly to the ring slides in and gets on the top rope and looks straight up pointing at the heavens.



Powerhouse: Entrance Music: Drowning Pool - Tear Away.
Entrance: "I'm tearing away...."
Drowning Pool's 'Tear Away' rips across the PA system accompanied by a sharp sound of explosion. The frame of the Bartron begins spewing smoke, enshrouding the entrance ramp in a veil of shadows. The screen portrays three letters, enough to send a shiver down the spine of many: PhD.
The screen of the Bartron abandoned the three horrific letters for a movie capturing various BTWF superstars feeling the wrath of the Powerhouse's PhD, and other signature moves.
The athlete descends the ramp with a smug smirk, acknowledging fans -- whether or not they favour him. If they don't it only seems to add to his enjoyment. He approaches the ring and takes to the steel steps, slowly going up only one at a time. Powerhouse, though a very quick individual, takes his time walking to the centre of the apron and spinning, stretching against the top rope much like a certain Chris Jericho, as he is convinced the rest of the world runs according to his time.
The man enters the ring between the middle and top ropes, then stalks to the front of the ring, mounting the bottom rope and staring toward the backstage area just in time to catch those three fearsome letters fading away from the Bartron: PhD.



the lights go out in the arena as Phoenix begins to blare.
It was gone in a moment
It went in a blaze
I felt so helpless, being so far away
The skeleton frame, how it's holding my memories
Cause god only knows now, just what's ahead of me
Cause everything's been taken from me now, I don't believe it

*Hell�s Guardian makes his way out to the ring looking at his FS title hanging above the ring, as he walks down the ramp, not looking at the fans and just staring down into the ring and the five men in there. *

When everything that you had just sweeps aside
You rise like the Phoenix to fly
No words can describe it
There was nothing to save
The ashes have dried now
They have all been blown away

*Hell didn�t even circle the ring in his normal fashion, he just made it to the ring, stared at Sparco, then Powerhouse, Cral, Heaven�s Soldier, and Red, then back to Sparco, Hell smiled as he slams his right hand into the face of Heaven�s Soldier and this match gets underway. *

Each man picked their own person to fight, Hell pushed H.S. into a corner, Powerhouse forced Cral, and Sparco forced Red into a corner.
Cral was pounded on as Powerhouse landed chops and Punches hitting the chest and face... Hell�s early attack gave him an advantage over HS, as he pushed him into the corner Hell went for shoulder thrusts hitting his shoulder over and over into HS gut.
Sparco wiped Red into the corner with force and ran going to trust his hip and side leg into the chest and abdomen arena but red quickly moved allowing Sparco to hit the corner. The miss did little damage as Red drop kicked Sparco�s back slamming him into the corner.
Cral was still getting pounded by the chops and punches but started to fight back, he countered a punch quickly tossing his right hand to the side of powerhouses face hitting a knuckle punch, he followed up hitting a jab, he was forcing powerhouse away and moving out of the corner. After the jab Cral hit a furry of body punches, as powerhouse stood dazed Cral spun hitting a powerful Elbow.
Power fell to the ground.
Hell was thrusting away at HS, he finally backed away before backing up and running in hitting a stinger splash knocking HS to the lower ropes. Hell backed up and ran back in hitting a gun packet, a Drop kick to the face of HS.
HS reacted by holding his face and rolling out of the ring. Hell quickly grabbed the girder and climbed the ropes intending to clime to the ropes above. Cral bounced off the ropes aiming to hit power with a knee drop to the face but when he hit the ropes he unknowingly knocked hell to the ground. Cral also hit the Knee drop rolling with the move.
After having a look around Cral moved over to Sparco and Red, Cral signalled for a tag move as he and red lifted Sparco to the top rope, both men climbed on ether side of Sparco tossing Sparco�s limp arms over there shoulder, at that point Sparco snapped to. Removing his arm from Cral�s shoulder he elbowed him knocking him from the top rope to the ring, he turned hitting Red as well. Sparco grabbed to girder only to stand up as he leaped off the ropes hitting Cral with a moonsault. The fans pick up from the high risk move.

HS had rolled back into the ring and went for power house, he stomped him once before grabbing the arm and going for a keylock and getting it in successfully.
Hell was back to his feet and was pissed at Cral making his way over to him stomping in furry at his shoulder. Hell fell to his knees as he rubbed his elbow across the face of Cral.
Cral started kicking as he pushed Hell away and rolled to his gut and stood to his feet.
Hell was quicker and hit a close line knocking Cral over the top rope onto the apron. Hell ran and bounced off the ropes coming back and hitting a baseball slide knocking Cral out of the ring. Sparco was up now and moved over the Hell as hell was looking out at Cral.
Sparco grabbed hell with force locking in a Sleeper.

Power house started pumping up and got to a vertical basis, where he hit a snapmare on HS hitting a combo Dropkick to the back afterwards. Power was to his feet and felt pumped; he dropped an elbow on HS before quickly getting up and moving over to Red and dropping an elbow. He hit an elbow twice on both guys before Cral got back into the ring and had a black steel chair. Cral drove the Chair into the back of Powerhouse stopping his sudden burst and sending him to the ground. Cral tossed the chair to the side as he went for the corner to clime to the rope above, he got to the rope and started to clime across, Sparco removed the sleeper hold leaving Hell gasping for air. Sparco grabbed the foot of Cral and Started pulling at him, Cral started kicking at Sparco preventing Sparco to have a steady grab, but HS was up and also grabbed at a foot. Cral couldn�t kick away both and got grabbed and with a steady pull Cral fell to the ground hitting his back off the mat.
Sparco and HS turned to each other then grinned both moving over to red. They lifted him and hit a double flapjack slamming Reds face in to the mat.
They where teaming up and moved to Hell picking him up and stood him face to face with HS, Sparco grabbed Hell in a full nelson and HS started in with Left and rights, ending with a large punch, Sparco let the move go and went to power house. They lifted him and tossed him into the ropes, as he returned power hit a Double close line. Knocking the 2 down.
Cral was back to his feet and moved over to Hell picking him up off the ground he slightly pushed him into the corner and started thrusting at the abdomen.

Power looked to his left to see the Chair Cral had hit him with earlier; he grabbed it and smashed it off the ground moving close to Cral.
After a few Thrusts Cral picked Hell up in a suplex like way and gordbustered him on the top rope. Cral climbed and looked like he was going to hit a sky high Suplex but Power swung the Chair and Hit Cral in the back with the chair knocking him from the top rope. Hell relaxed on the top rope.
Sparco had gotten to his feet, Red had gotten to his feet, HS had gotten to his feet and House turned and the 4 looked at each other. Sparco looked at Power seeing the chair he backed to a corner, Red turned to HS, but HS was looking at Sparco in the corner, Red had his chance and with a sudden burst ran and shoulder thrust HS knocking him out of the ring.
Power look at Sparco and ran aiming the hit him with the chair but Sparco moved and power ht the corner. Power turned in frustration with the chair in front of his face only for Sparco to hit a Super kick smashing the chair into powers face and knocking him to the ground.
Red went to the outside to capitalize on HS.
Red pulled out a table from under the ring and set it up just in front of the ramp, he turned to get a sharp edge chop from HS.
HS was forcing him towards the table, HS hit left and rights and finally got him touching the table, and HS hit a good left hand and pushed him onto the table.
HS ran to the ring and got to the apron, jumping to the 2nd rope HS leaped off with an Asai moonsault landing dead centre on Red breaking the table!!

Hell was coming to as Sparco climbed over power and got to the girder.
Hell turned and started to clime.
Both men where hanging from the ropes above and where making there way to the centre
Hell made it there first and hung his legs on the rope trying the grab the title belt, Sparco was also there and hit a kick to hells back. Both men where hanging from the top ropes attacking each other. Cral was staggering to his feet, power was trying to shake off the hit but was still grounded, Red and HS showed no movement.
Hell stopped going for the belt and went to knock Sparco off the ropes. He swung upside down and gave one straight punch low blowing Sparco on the top ropes... Needless to say Sparco fell to the ring screaming in pain. Cral had climbed to the top rope in the corner.
Cral was focusing on his target. Hell got back to the ropes and gave a grab for the belt.
Cral had jumped and grabbed hell by the waist just hanging there for a few seconds before hell could hold on no longer hold on and fell to the ground in a powerbomb like way.
The crowd picked up in a �holy s**t� when power had finally gotten to his feet he was staggering and could not get a good focus on anything. HS was staggering in to the ring and Cral had rolled to the corner. Sparco and hell where down in the middle of the ring red and started to move but most likely wasn�t getting up soon.

Power house shook off the earlier attack and made his way over to HS and pulled him into the ring Cral sat up in the corner and looked around the ring.
Power tossed HS into the corner and started giving elbows before lifting HS to the top rope.

Sparco was starting to move and was headed to the ropes to help him stand up.
Power climbs up with HS, he hooked HS�s head under his arm and hooked the leg; he jumped off the top rope hitting a fishermen DDT. The match was full of action as the fans pick up in a cheer. Power rolled and got to his feet facing the corner he just did the attack in.
Power turned to face the other one when Cral burst into speed aiming for Power with a suicide Drive but Power moved and Cral smashed Shoulder first into the turnbuckle.
Sparco was up and behind Power Sparco went to lift him up in a hijacker but power countered into a hurricana from the back end, and sent Sparco crashing under the bottom rope. Power was breathing hard; he had countered 2 finishing moves without a scratch. Red was finally up and had grabbed a chain from under the ring. Red had it wrapped around his hand and rolled into the ring behind Power.
Power was still shaken up and turned just in time to get a powerful Chain fist to the face. Power had fallen limp to the ground as blood poured from the forehead of House.
Red let the Chain drop and looked around to see what foe was doing what, Cral was starting to move, and Sparco was also starting to stir. Power was bleeding; HS had rolled out of the ring.
Red turned to the right and noticed Hell was missing. Red quickly looked around not seeing Hell he looked up. Hell was grabbing for the Title and almost had it. Red in panic ran up the turnbuckle grabbed the girder and started climbing across.
Hell noticed Red and quickly fumbled with the belt but it was too late and Red had been upon him. Red started kicking at Hell and Hell returned with the kicks both start swinging across the ropes.

Cral and Sparco had gotten to there feet and seen the assault above, nether able to grab the 2 above made a deal, and Cral was lifted up in an electric chair like way. Red got a good kick on Hell but Hell never fell. Cral was behind Hell and had a hold of hells tights, with 1 pull hell tumbled to the ground. Next was red, as Cral and Sparco moved towards red Sparco started losing balance
and fell, but Cral was able to grab Red�s ankles and the 2 fell down Cral falling on Sparco and red on Cral. Red slid down on top of Hell and Cral slightly sifted to the side.

All in all, five men lay in the centre of the ring looking flat out. None of them were stirring, but outside the ring HS was moving, he climbed onto the apron wearily and looked about. His eyes beamed when he�d seen all of his opponents flat out. He went as quickly as he can up to the girder, but as soon as he�d reached the ropes all five men stirred. HS kept going and once he�d reached the centre all the men were on their feet. Sparco grabbed at HS�s feet and pulled him straight down onto the mat. Then all five other wrestlers stomped on HS circling him trying to eliminate one of the competitors. Hell and Red grab him and throw him back over the top rope.

Sparco and Cral start to go at it, throwing lefts and rights at each other. Hell slid under the bottom rope and assaulted HS as Red ran at Power and tried to body plancha him but is grabbed by power and thrown backwards in a massive fall-away slam! Sparco got the advantage over Cral and kicked him the gut before planting him down with a DDT! Hell dominated of HS, after he�d managed to get a little rest, but Hell fought furiously back and threw him into the steel steps!

HS�s back buckled against the steps and HS lay down as Hell stomped on him with big boots. With Red and Cral down in the ring, Power and Sparco went at it, and Power took advantage and threw Sparco into the corner but when he�d gone to clothesline him, Sparco had jumped out of the way and Power slammed into the corner. Sparco jumped up and bounces of the top rope next to the turnbuckle sending him towards Power and he grabbed his head and slammed it into the mat with a springboard bulldog!

Outside the ring, Hell was under the ring the crowd could only see his feet but he came out from underneath carrying a sledgehammer! Raising it into the air the crowd had a mix reaction of boos and cheers and he turned to HS. Running madly he swung the hammer down toward HS but he moved and the hammer slammed into the steel steps with a bang! Hell raised the hammer once again intent on hitting HS but this time was stopped by Sparco. Sparco had ran off the ropes then spring boarded onto the top rope above Hell and attacked him with a somersault attack and both men flew into the crowd, landing with in a mess of chairs and both men lay flat out.

Red and Cral were first to move in the ring and they decided to go at it, firing lefts and rights. Red had took advantage when he gut kicked Cral, and then ran of the ropes before he unleashed the R.E.D kick slamming into the side of Cral�s head knocking Cral down like a sack of potatoes. While this had happened, HS had got up on the outside and noticed both Hell and Sparco out in the crowd but the crowd had formed a semi-circle around them standing about a metre away. HS picked up the hammer with a grin and looked at Hell. Revenge. He walked over to the barrier separating the crowd and got in distance of Hell with the hammer. And when he lifted it in the air and was about to hit Hell, whom was just starting to move, Power came from no where. He came from the top turnbuckle and bulldogged HS�s head of the barrier, but with the forward thrust both men landed in a pile on top of Sparco and Hell.

Cral realised what happened and was the only wrestler standing in the ring and its nearby area. He gleefully jumped up to the top rope, and then up to the girder and grabbed the rope. Hell, who was fully conscious could only watch his enemy get closer to his title under a pile of semi-conscious men. Luckily for him, Red was up to intercept Cral. Red quickly got up to the opposite girder and the men met in the middle. They fought bravely until Red knew he was losing and jumped from the rope and pulled Cral down slamming him into the mat in a spear like move!

Hell was first to get up out of the mess in the crowd. He stood up and stood on top of the barrier momentarily. Unluckily, Sparco caught him and pulled his leg away and his thighs smacked against the barrier and he fell to ringside grasping his leg. Sparco hopped over the barrier and over him and walked towards the ring. When he was just about at the apron, Power came from behind him and slammed him in the back of the head knocking him down. Power climbed onto the apron but the chain reaction carried on as HS appeared behind him, and jumped into his back choking him against the top rope. Power fell to the ringside and HS hopped down and slid under the bottom rope.

HS quickly made it up to the girder as he was the only standing man. He started across the ropes as Red and Cral stood up. HS was determined to get the title but he was stopped by Red and Cral who pulled him down in unison, and stomped on him together. Hell quickly came into the ring and joined them in stomping, but then Power and Sparco came to the ring and evened up the scores, Power taking Red and Sparco on Hell. Power threw Red literally over the top rope and he hit the barrier, and Power followed him out. HS managed to get an advantage over Cral and Cral fled under the bottom rope followed. Sparco and Hell were left in the ring standing a metre away staring each other down. The crowd explode in cheers over the tension building as Sparco slowly steps forward and Hell follows suit.

Suddenly the action exploded as Hell ran for a clothesline but Sparco ducked underneath and mule kicked Hell and both men hit the ground. They both got up at the same time and tried for a missile dropkick their feet clashing at the centre. They both got up again and stared down once more the crowd still cheered so loud it could deafen a man. This time, Sparco runs at Hell and Hell tried to stop him but was slammed down with a vicious spinebuster. Sparco stood back slightly and watched as Hell gingerly stood and then Sparco stepped on his knee when he was half crouched and slapped his other foot into the back of Hell�s head with his signature move � step-up Enziguiri!

Sparco looked around and noticed the other four competitors were too busy occupied with each other but Sparco didn�t go for the title he quickly slid out of the ring and set a table up on the out side of the ring. Sliding back into the ring, Sparco picked up Hell and chopped his chest a couple of times. He then threw him over the top rope and he landed on the table. Sparco cringed and hoped, and luckily the table didn�t smash and Hell lay on top. Sparco climbed up to the top turnbuckle and stood a good 6 foot above his opponent flat out on the table. At this point Sparco bellows at the top of his voice: �D-N-A!� and crowd explode in cheers waiting for this extreme finishing move. He jumped up, and turned gracefully in the air � OH MY GOD! Cral came out of nowhere and speared Sparco out of the air and both men landed damage fully at the other side of the table! Suddenly the other wrestlers flooded in as Red came to put Hell threw the table but to his surprise Hell jumped up and slammed Red down with a clothesline.

Hell threw Red under the bottom rope and slid under himself. Power and HS ignored the rest of them and were having their own private battle up the ramp punching, kicking and falling over. When it looked like neither was going to take advantage, Power wrapped his arms around HS and slammed him over his head in a belly-to-belly suplex on the ramp! HS rolled back down to ringside in pain, as Power walked after him smirking. Cral had got up on the outside and raised his arms in the air but when he turned around to Sparco he was also up and Sparco threw him onto the table. Sparco carefully stood on the table as well and it didn�t snap. Sparco lifts Cral up in the electric chair position going for the Hi-Jacker, but Cral managed to slip of Sparco�s shoulders and pull Sparco down and slammed both of them threw the table in an inverted facebuster!

Powerhouse and Heaven�s Soldier are out on the outside hitting each other with lefts and rights, while there out there, Hell nails Red with the SKF sending him down to the mat. Cral and Sparco are still trying to out do the other but to no advantage. Hell sees the two on the outside and runs towards the opposite side of the ring and bounces off the ropes charging to the side the two are one, Hell jumps off the top rope and does a Hell Bomb taking out both Powerhouse and H.S. Red begins to get up and without Cral or Sparco noticing him, he begins to climb up the girder and make his way across the rope. Hell crawls back into the ring and sees Red up the rope but can�t get up to stop him. With Powerhouse and Heaven�s soldier are out on the outside, Hell is down in the ring, Cral and Sparco are to busy with one another to see Red making his way to the title, suddenly the arena goes dark with no idea what could be happening, when suddenly two chair shots can be heard coming from the ring. The lights return on to reveal a mystery female standing in the centre of the ring with a chair in her hand and both Cral and Sparco are out cold, She then stares down at Hell and prepares to swing, but instead of him, she instead slams Red right in the head knocking him off the ropes. Hell suddenly smiles as this female helps him to stand up, she kisses him as he makes his way up the turnbuckle, she takes guard under the title with the chair in her hands as Hell makes his way easily across the rope until he grabs his title, and then jumps down. Holding his title in his right hand and this female in the other.

Fans boo as Hell is handed a microphone... "Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner and still the ******** Safety champion, Hell's Guardian, all thanks to the help of this lady, Hell's Angel, with her in my corner, Ill never lose a match again. Hell then proceeded to pick up one at a time, Sparco, Cral, and Red, and as soon as he picked each on up, he dropped them back down with the SKF, and then picked them up one more time and began throwing them all out of the ring, leaving only him and Hell's Angel. I have been screwed out of titles so many times, now thanks to her, I'm only getting screwed in other ways."

With that said He picked up Hell's Angel and carried her out of the ring and as they made their ways up the ramp the 'a*****e' and 'slut' chants began, so before they made it to the back, Hell with the mic still in his hand says, "******** Off, I've still got the girl..." and both him and Hell's Angel flick off the fans and head to the back.

“The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute time limit, and it is to determine the number one contenders, who will face the Unified World Heavyweight Champion in a triple threat match at a later date.”

NOW IS THE TIME FOR ME TO RISE TO MY FEET! WIPE YOUR SPIT FROM MY FACE; WIPE THESE TEARS FROM MY EYES!!!

“I Will Be Heard” by Hatebreed blasts out of the speakers directly after Victor Cross finishes the opening announcement. Kid Chaos and Bryan Kutterman waste no time before making their entrance, bursting through the curtain and immediately being met with a chorus of jeers. Chaos and Kutterman slowly walk down to the ring, standing close to each other, in deep conversation, presumably about the tactics they were going to employ in the match to guarantee victory. The both slid into the ring in unison and headed to the far corner where they both continue their talks, ignoring the crowd booing them on either side. Victor Cross gave them a quizzical look before making their introductions.

Cross: “Introducing first, at a combined weight of Four Hundred and Eighty Three Pounds, Representing the Generation of Legends, the team of Kid Chaos and “The Underground Legend” Bryan Kutterman!”

The crowd lets out another large boo, but it soon dies off as they realize that they aren’t getting to Chaos or Kutterman at all, who both still stand in the corner deep in conversation. The fans jeers turn to murmurs and the murmurs turns to silence as neither Shadow Starr nor The Unholy Meatpuppet make their way out to the ring. Kutterman and Chaos’s conversation soon ends and they turn each of their attentions to the entrance way in front of them, now each eager for the match to get under way. “Scars” by Papa Roach suddenly blasts throughout the arena as various pyrotechnics erupt from the entrance and from each corner turnbuckle in the ring, startling both Chaos and Kutterman. The fans erupt in a chorus of cheers as Shadow Starr makes his way through the curtain. He pauses for a slight moment on the stage, looking from left to right, out into the crowd, before hesitantly making his way down the ramp. As he gets to the base of the ramp, and the foot of the ring steps, Shadow pauses, apparently weary of getting into the ring with the ruthless members of the GoL alone. Instead he decides to wait for his partner to make his entrance, opting for team work of show boating. Starr stands at the base of the entrance ramp, eyeing his two opponents up and down as Victor Cross makes the announcement.

Cross: “And their opponents, introducing first, Standing a tall Six feet Four inches and weighing in at Two hundred and Fifty Three pounds, he is the “Original Legend of Shadows”, Shadow Starr!”

The crowd pops once more as Shadow throws an arm into the air, acknowledging the crowds response. As “Scar” fades out, and the arena is once again thrust into a silence, that is only interrupted by the occasion call of a fan. Slowly, the lights begin to fade, bringing the arena into a complete darkness. A light located near the entrance curtain begins to pulsate as “The Leaving Song” by AFI slowly begins to play. The strobe light continues to pulsate along with the beat and lyrics of the song, as the fans once again rise to their feet for the last entrance of the match, eagerly awaiting the emergence of the last competitor.

Hard to notice gleaming from the sky,
when you're staring at the cracks.
Hard to notice what is passing by with eyes lowered

The strobe light stops for a moment, as two hands work their way through the gap in the entrance curtain, prying them apart, as The Unholy Meatpuppet slowly walks through them. The crowd remain ominously silent, as this is the first time that they have seen Puppet in the BTWF. A smattering of boos can be heard throughout the arena, as obviously his reputation had preceded him. Puppet pauses for a moment, just a few paces from the entrance curtain that he just walked through. Suddenly the strobe light began to pulsate once more, and Puppet threw his bowed head back, sending his hair long flying above him, finally resting on his back. He slowly made his way down to the ring as Victor Cross made the final announcement prior to the commencement of the match.

Cross: “And his partner, originally hailing from West Chester Pennsylvania, and now residing in North Aekea, standing a tall Six Feet, Four Inches and weighing in at Two Hundred and Thirty Pounds, making his BTWF debut, The Unholy Meatpuppet!”

As Puppet made his way to the bottom of the ramp, Shadow turned to great him, hoping to begin the teamwork that he eluded to earlier in the week during one of his promos and maybe formulate a plan much like their two opponents, who were still anxiously awaiting them in the ring. Puppet just brushes past Shadow, who is left open jawed as he watches Puppet slide into the ring and head directly towards his two opponents. Chaos and Kutterman stand there with a look of curiosity on their face as Puppet rushes towards them. Suddenly, with a crack, Puppet sends Chaos to the floor with a vicious European uppercut to the jaw. Kutterman quickly responds, landing lefts and rights on Puppet, sending him reeling back to the opposite corner covering up Chaos rolls to the apron and pulls himself to his feet via the ropes, rubbing his jaw, obviously more shocked than in pain. On the opposite side of the ring, shaking his head in disapproval and frustration, Shadow Starr makes his way up onto the apron, allowing the match to officially start.

The Referee calls for the bell.

Kutterman continues to pound away at Puppet in the corner with closed fists for several moments, before grabbing a handful of hair, lowering Puppet’s head and hitting him with a ferocious European Uppercut, sending Puppet slouching to the ground. Kutterman slowly reversed before coming running back, hitting a knee directly to the temple of Puppet, who fell to his side immediately clutching his head. Shadow Starr hung his head in his hands as he watched on, while Kutterman played to the crowd, who were jeering his every move. Puppet got back to his feet via the ropes, and ran at Kutterman, who had his back turned to him. Kutterman side stepped him, though, sending him crashing into the opposing turnbuckle, eating a face-full of turnbuckle pad. Again Kutterman rushed the corner, hitting a vicious knee to the side of Puppet’s head. Puppet fell to the mat once again, clutching his head, but this time instead of having a small chance to recuperate, and get to his feet on his own accord, Kutterman quickly followed up, grabbing Puppet by his hair, pulling him to his feet, snapping him in a front face lock and throwing him over his shoulder, hitting a tight snap suplex. Kutterman got to his feet, once more, chuckling to himself, as Starr looked on disgusted, and the crowd booed behind him. Puppet got to his feet quickly, but this time, instead of trying to rush Kutterman for the third time, Puppet slowed up, slowly walking backwards, away from The Underground Legend, but never breaking eye contact. Behind him, Puppet felt along the rope with his hand, making sure not to get too close to the corner of the GoL, whilst guiding himself around the ring. Slowly, always watching Kutterman, and making it his business to keep Chaos in mind, Puppet made his way to his and Shadow’s corner, where he quickly tagged Starr into the match, and made his way onto the apron.

The crowd let out a huge pop as Starr entered the ring, and made no hesitation with confronting Bryan. The two immediately engage in a rough elbow and collar tie up, rotating several times and frequently hitting the ropes. Starr forces Kutterman into the turnbuckle, and the referee forces a clean break. Shadow obliges, and after cautiously releasing the hold, backed up into the centre of the ring. Now, slightly frustrated, Kutterman stormed the centre of the ring, once again locking up in the elbow and collar tie up. Kutterman takes the early advantage, but Shadow once again forced Kutterman into the turnbuckle, where the referee forced a clean break. This time, as Shadow attempted to cleanly break the hold, he received a hard right hand to the jaw, courtesy of a now very frustrated Bryan Kutterman. Surprised, Starr staggered a few paces back, before being hit with yet another right hand by Kutterman, who seemed to be getting the upper hand once again. As Kutterman attempts a third right hand, Shadow responds with a vicious combination of forearm blows, that eventually leave Kutterman reeling, at which point Starr hits a tor kick to the mid section and hits an elbow to the back of Bryan’s neck, sending him crashing to the floor. Quickly Shadow runs to the ropes to his left, rebounds off of them and hits a low dropkick to the side of Kutterman’s head, before rolling him over and attempting a pin fall. ONE!... Bryan quickly pops his shoulder off of the canvas and breaks the pinning combination. Starr quickly gets back to his feet, as Kutterman follows suit, and again hits Bryan with a toe kick to the mid-section, this time applying a front face lock and lofting him for a vertical suplex. After both men crash to the mat, Starr quickly rolls over the top of Kutterman again, attempting a pin fall, but this time doesn’t even get a one count before Kutterman’s shoulder made its way off of the mat.

Kid Chaos, in the corner furthest away from the action, begins to get frustrated at the way his team mate was wrestling, and his own lack of action. Chaos begins to bang on the turnbuckle trying to rally his comrade. Starr pulls Kutterman off of the ground, once again, and gets him to his feet, before grabbing his wrist and sending him into the far ropes via an Irish Whip. As Bryan runs back towards Starr, Shadow lifts his knee, pushing Bryans head down into it, hitting him with a high knee and sending Kutterman to the match again. Starr quickly bounces off of the ropes, nearest to Puppet, and while he was bouncing off of them, is the recipient of a blind tag from his partner, Puppet. Starr quickly stops, and turns to see what was going on. Puppet climbed through the second and third rope into the ring, and the referee behind Starr tried to usher him out of it. As Puppet walked past Starr towards Kutterman, Shadow attempted to ask Puppet what he did that for. Puppet just brushed past him and continued on to Kutterman. Starr grabbed the arm of Puppet, spinning him around to ask him what was going on. Puppet could clearly be seen saying “Let me show you how to do this”. The two began to argue, while giving Kutterman time to clamber to his corner to tag on Chaos, who made a quick B-Line to Starr and Puppet, quickly knocking Starr out of the way, and hitting Puppet with a flurry of left and rights. Annoyed, Starr merely made his way to the ring apron and watched on in frustration.

Chaos hit Puppet with a heavy right hand, to which Puppet responded with a forearm strike to the side of Chaos’s head. The exchange lasted several blows. Punch, forearm. Forearm, punch. Until, finally, Puppet got the upper hand, hitting Chaos with forearm after forearm before spinning Chaos around, wrapping a waist lock around his torso and hitting a German Suplex with a bridge. Chaos kicked out at one, before Puppet rolled over, holding onto the waist lock, hitting another German suplex, and getting a one again. This time, as Puppet got himself and Chaos back to their feet, Chaos surprised him with a standing switch, clasping on a waist lock of his own and hitting a big time reverse German Suplex. Kid Chaos gets to his feet first and stomps away at the still down Meatpuppet. The ref manages to step in and pull Chaos off of Puppet after several hard stomps. Kid shoves the ref away and goes right for Meat. Kid grabs a hand full of Meats hair and pulls him up, Meat, trying to get the upper hand, rams his thumb dead in the eye of Kid. Chaos staggers back from Meat. Meat waits for an opening; Kid staggers back a bit more and faces him. Meat runs at Kid and preforms a Shinning Wizard! Kid is down! Instead of going for a pin, Meat hit’s a stomp right in the forehead of Chaos, Meat looks down and mutters “It’s not fun when you’re the one getting stomped...” Meat walked to his corner and tags in Shadow “Even you can finish him at this state...” Puppet goes into the corner as Shadow gives him a slight shove. Both Shadow and Meat to begin to argue in their corner, not looking at Chaos. Chaos Crawls to his corner and tags in Biggie BK. Meat and Shadow don’t notice the tag in, Kutterman busts threw the middle ropes in rage and grabs Shadow, throwing him into ring. Kutterman looks at Meat, who is smirking at Shadows fall, Kutterman shrugs and turns to Shadow. Kutterman laughs, quickly facing Meat, Nailing him with a Super Kick. Meat hit’s the floor padding, Kutterman smirks and pulls Shadow UP, THOUGH Shadow doesn’t go down with a fight, punching Kutterman in the gut several times before Kutterman kicks Shadow in the mid section and gets him set up Shadow for a power bomb. Kutterman brings him up Shadow off the ground; Shadow begins to nail Biggie BK in the head, trying to escape. Kutterman staggers around trying not to drop Shadow, Kutterman back up into a turnbuckle while Shadow is waling on his head. Kutterman doesn’t drop him, instead he begins to run to the opposite corner and hit a running power bomb! Shadow’s body bounces of the ring, BK goes for a cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!

Shadow is able to get a shoulder up; BK gets up and looks at the corner to see an angry Meat staring him down. Kutterman laughs and looks down on Shadow. Kutterman picks him up and throws him into the GoL corner. Kutterman un-loads on Shadow with Closed fist shots mixed with chops, Kutterman looks at Kid who has a small mark on his forehead after Meat’s boot stomp. Kutterman tags him in and goes to his corner. Kid steps through the ropes while Shadow is in his corner. Kid slaps Shadow across the face, Shadow pops back to life and jumps at Kid. Shadow knocks Kid over and sits on him, waling away at his forehead. Starr quickly gets off of Kid, pulling him up by his hair. He tries to nail Chaos with a right hand, but Kid blocks it, replying with one of his own. Starr, reeling after the last punch attempts to hit Chaos again, but Kid blocks it, pre-empting the attack, and again replies with a right hand of his own. Shadow staggers a few steps backwards, before erupting back at him - hitting Chaos with a vicious combination of lefts, rights, lefts. Kid id left dazed on his feet as Starr’s blows slow to a halt. Suddenly Shadow spins around, knocking Kid to the ground with a big discus lariat. Bot men fall to the ground, with Starr’s arm still draped over Chaos’s body. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!

Puppet bursts through the ropes, frustrated at the proceedings before him. He quickly runs to where Shadow and Kid Chaos lie, lifting Starr and tossing him out of the way, Puppet lifts Kid up in a full nelson and hits a Dragon Suplex. He immediately releases the bridge, as there is no point as he is not the legal man, and is quickly met with an angry referee, demanding that he leave the ring until he is tagged in. After inflicting the damage needed, Puppet rolled out of the ring, slowly circling his way around the ring on the outside before making his way to his place on the apron. Shadow got to his feet as Puppet made his way out of the ring, and after seeing Chaos lying down on his stomach, put two and two together, with the result not making him very happy. Shadow looked to the corner where his partner stood, staring back at him, and immediately started to yell at him. “I don’t need your help!”. As Puppet and Starr argued, Chaos crawled slowly over to his corner and tagged in Bryan Kutterman, who quickly ran into the ring and attacked Starr from behind. Kutterman stomped on the back of the head and neck of Starr, before lifting Starr back to his feet and hitting a CRADLE PILEDRIVER! ONE! TWO! THR... Puppet got into the ring JUST in time to break up the count, kicking Kutterman in the back of the head. Kid rushed the ring as well, attacking Puppet by punching him in the face, and throwing him out of the ring. Kutterman got to his feet, and he and Kid pulled Starr to his feet, duel whipping him into the ropes and hit a big double lariat, sending Starr crashing to the mat once more. The referee quickly confronted Kid to exit the ring, but Chaos just pushed him out of his way as the two of them went back to work on Shadow Starr. They picked him up again and hit a double vertical suplex. Kutterman got to his feet and hit and stomped Starr in the back of the head, while Kid got up and motioned for Kutterman to go the opposite corner. Kutterman climbed to the second turnbuckle as Chaos lifted Starr to his feet, whipped him into the corner where Kutterman caught him and hit a TORNADO DDT! ONE! TWO! THRE... KICKOUT! Starr barely got his shoulder off of the mat before the referee’s hand hit the mat for the third time. Kutterman picked Starr up again by his hair as Chaos made his way over to meet the two. The referee stood in between Kutterman and Chaos, instructing Kid to leave the ring. Not thinking, Kutterman whipped Starr in the general direction of Chaos, but Starr ran into the back of the referee, sending both of them crashing to the mat.

Puppet got to his feet on the outside, and looked into the ring, where he saw both Chaos and Kutterman beating down on Shadow while the referee lied unconscious next to them. Infuriated, Puppet stormed to the time keeper’s position, and grabbed his steel chair, folding it up and sliding into the ring. Both Kid and Chaos began to back up, each of them not wanting to be on the receiving end of the steel chair. Puppet threatened to hit them both as he bought time for Shadow to get to his feet. Kid tried to inch further, but Puppet swung wildly, missing Chaos’s head by a few centimetres. Starr managed to get to his feet, and quickly made his way to his and Puppet’s side of the ring... CRACK! PUPPET SMACKED HIS OWN PARTNER IN THE HEAD WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!

The crowd erupt in boo’s and jeers as Puppet throws the steel chair out of the ring, and storms his way up the entrance ramp to the back. Chaos and Kutterman both look at each other, shrugging their shoulders. Kutterman instructs Chaos to get Starr to his feet, pushing him into Kutterman so he can hit the DESTINATION REVISITIED! Starr’s head bounces off of the mat as he rolls to his back. Chaos wakes the referee as Kutterman goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Cross: Here is your winners, and new number one contenders for the BTWF Unified Heavyweight Championship, Kid Chaos and Bryan Kutterman!

Kutterman and Chaos celebrate in the ring together, enjoying their win. The fans, still in a state of shock after what had just happened, boo as both men get their hands raised in victory, with Shadow Starr still unconscious beneath them.

Victor Cross:
The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Unified BTWF World Heavyweight Championship!!!

The opening "BA-DUM" of Otherworld sounds out, as the crowd get ready for the main event. Yuri Yurievich is spelled out on the Bartron and then switched to Russian text. The city of Russia and its wonderful sites are flashed in gray scale, eventually leading up to clips of Yuri Yurievich dominating his opponents in Indy matches across the country. Victor Cross takes the mic as the song plays

Cross:
On his way to the ring,
Weighing in at 242 pounds,
He is: The current BTWF Television & Gaia Champion!!!
The Combat Ace... YURI YURIEVICH!!!!

Go. Now. If you want it,
Another world awaits you.
Don't. You. Give up on it,
You bite the hand that feeds you

Yuri then strolls out through the curtains and down to the ring, not bothering to do any showboating, the BTWF Gaia Title starpped around his waist for what could be the last time

All alone, cold fields you wander,
Memories of it, cloud your sight,
Fills your dreams, Disturbs your slumber.
Lost your way, fallen knight.

Yuri climbs the steps and into the ring as Otherworld sounds out.

Cross:
And now...

[the lights go out, and a large GONG is heard, the crowd going nuts]

GONG!!

The sounds of Thunder crash as the arena is filled with another Gong, until the starting tune of Megadeth's "Prince of Darkness" begins, the arena filling with a eerie purple light, ectoplasm beginning to surround the ring]

GONG!!!

My victims are rich or poor, young or old, strong or weak
I cause millions of accidents, I am cancer in your bones
I fathered the lie, twist what you say, speak not the truth
I am insidious, impartial, deep inside your chromosomes

I take what you love, and leave you in tears
I imprison your soul, your hopes are my games
I strip you of pride, my promise is in vain
While you burn at the stake I dance with the flames

[As the song plays, but hold on, from behind the curtains emerge, that's right, The Druids. Eight of them, with their flaming torches. Four line up on either side of the ramp, chanting heard]

GONG!

[Voorhees w/ Hika Lai appears at the top of the runway, beginning their slow decent to the ring, but their not walking throught the fire and smoke, their floating, the druids lifting their torches slightly as Voorhees and Hika float through and past to the end of the runway, the song playing through all the while]

I bring poverty, sickness and death
A worthless handshake, the slickest thief, I steal your wealth
I answer your prayers for greed and lust
More than evil, I laugh at your trust

I am more powerful than all the armies of the world
I am more violent than violence, more deadly than death
I have destroyed more men than all the nation's wars
I am relentless, unpredictable, waiting for your last breath

Evil, more evil than violence
Violent, more violent than death
Deadly, more deadly than man
I am yeah, yeah, I'm evil I am

My kingdom corrupt with dissent
Your sins erupt by my intent
I loathe your prayer, I wallow in sin
Let the nightmare begin
Prince of darkness, your satanic highness
Prince of darkness, the devilish serpent, the dreaded Lucifer
Prince of darkness

[As Voorhees reaches the end of the ramp, and the music pumps through the loudspeakers, Hika Lai is already in the ring, Voorhees looking around him before heading towards the steps and raising his coat, the camera catching the BTWF Title secure around Voorhees' waist as Voorhees ascends the steps and walks to the apron, entering the ring via the second rope and turning to face Hika. Voorhees walks to the center of the ring and raises his arms, thrusting them down to cause a burst of white fire to explode from each turnbuckle, the camera zooming in on Voorhees to show his eyes were now rolled back. His eyes come back to normal as Hika Lai detatches the belt from his waist and propping it over her shoulder as Voorhees looks into the crowd, waiting for the crowd to settle down.

Referee Joe Schmoe, the officiator overseeing this matchup takes both titles, holding them up to the crowd before explaining the rules to both Voorhees and Yurievich. He calls for the bell and the match begins.

[Voorhees stands perfectly still as Yurievich circles him, moving only to keep his eyes on the Russian. Both men were virtually the same height, but Voorhees had a major weight adavntage. Yurievich jogged slightly, from corner to corner, trying to formulate a strategy as Voorhees waited, looking on as Yuri stopped in the north east corner, Voorhees took a step forward, and the two locked up into an elbow tie-up. Voorhees using sheer force threw Yurievich back into the corner and charged with an elbow. Yurievich moved and Voorhees elbow hit nothing but the padding of the turnbuckle. Voorhees turned around, staring down Yurievich, who moved in circles around Voorhees cautiously, and the two locked up again, Yurievich reaching round and pulling Voorhees into a side headlock, tugging fiercely, tightening his hold as Voorhees reached up from behind, trying to grab hold of Yurievich, but Yuri kept Voorhees away, leaving Voorhees no other choice but to press Yurievich against the ropes and whip him away. Yurievich bounced off the ropes, ducking a clothesline attempt by Voorhees, repelling off the ropes again and into the elbow of Voorhees. Yurievich rolls outta the ring, looking up at Voorhees. Yuri climbs back onto the apron and back into the ring as Voorhees raises his arm, challenging Yuri to take him on. Yuri charges, but Voorhees catches him by the throat, pressing him into the southwest corner, choking him tightly, his eyes rolling back as Hika Lai looks to be praying with the druids, and the referee begins to count. Voorhees releases on four, following up with an uppercut to Yurievich.]

[Yurievich quickly hooks his right arm around the turnbuckle, trying to keep on his feet as Voorhees grabs his left arm and attempts to whip the Russian into the opposite turnbuckle. Yurievich attempts to reverse the whip only to find Voorhees keeping his feet firm on the ground as he holds his ground, pulling Yurievich in to hit a massive clothesline on the Combat Ace. Voorhees quickly goes for the pin as Yurievich kicks out at one. Referee Schmoe checks on Yurievich, who quickly attempts to sit up as Voorhees walks away a little bit before coming back and picking his opponent onto his feet.]

[Yurievich quickly breaks Voorhees grip and hits a hard right on his opponent before grabbing onto the arm of his opponent and twisting it into a wrench and quickly hitting a few clubbing forearms, attempting to bring down his opponent with a fujiwara armbar. Kicking his opponent in the back of the knee, Yurievich attempts to press the world champion sternum first onto the canvas. Anthony, overpowering Yurievich, quickly gets to his feet and reverses the arm wrench, slapping one hand across his opponent�s throat and lifting him up for a modified chokeslam. Yuri finds himself lifted off his feet, as Voorhees releases the wrenched arm, allowing the Russian to land adjacent to his opponent.]

[Yuri quickly grabs onto his opponent�s farthest shoulder and sweeps the back of the leg to hit a Russian leg sweep on Voorhees, quickly transferring his body over to an armbar, trying to cut down his opponent�s offensive power as the Russian grapevines the arms with his legs and pulls back as hard as he can. The champion begins to show slight signs of pain as he attempts to escape the hold, as he attempts to get onto a vertical base, slowly reaching his knees before getting a fully standing position as he attempts to pry his opponent off.]

[Yurievich�s leg grip begins to loosen as Voorhees elevates his arm higher. The Combat Ace attempts to get to his feet, keeping the arm twisted as much as possible until Voorhes pulls him close and hits a hard elbow to his opponent�s temple. Yurievich falls to his knees as he let�s Voorhees arm go. The super heavyweight shakes off the pain in his arm as he pushes Yuri into the ropes, whipping him across the ring into the opposite set of ropes.]

[The Combat Ace rebounds into a biel toss from Voorhees, finding himself slammed hard onto the small of his back as he immediately gets up with his arm pressed against back as he straggles to his feet, eventually turning around into a big boot from his opponent. The big man runs into the adjacent ropes and immediately leaps up and delivers a running leg drop on Yuri, immediately pinning him after and hooking the leg. Yurievich kicks out at two, trying to immediately recover as he struggles to his feet before Voorhees and hits a thrust kick to the side of the massive wrestler�s head. Yurievich picks him up to his feet in a hunched over position as he gets in a gut wrench on the super heavyweight, lifting him up and dropping Voorhees down with a modified shoulder breaker. Anthony grabs onto his shoulder and begins to feel slight wear and tear on his shoulder as Yuri quickly grabs onto the arm and attempts to pin his opponent.]

[Voorhees boosts Yurievich off immediately before even getting to one, causing Yuri to stand to his feet a bit shocked as Voorhees stands up. Both wrestlers begin to slowly walk a circle around the ring with Voorhees showing an evil grin as he holds one hand out in a test of strength. Yuri stops in place a bit hesitant as he looks left and right, slowly grabbing the super heavyweight�s hand and attempting to win over in a test of strength. The Combat Ace falls to his knees, trying to fight back but already calling for mercy as Voorhees brings his opponent back to his feet into a gorilla press, holding his opponent high up in the air before tossing Yuri down face-first onto the canvas to flex his power in front of the crowd.]

[Hika Lai and the druids raise their hands up in prayer as Voorhees picks Yurievich up off the canvas again, pushing the Russian back-first against the ropes as he hits a hard knife-edged chop. Hooking an arm across the top rope and falling onto rear as Voorhees pick Yuri up again to land another hard knife-edged chop, finally picking him up again and grabs Yuri around the waist to hit a hard belly-to-belly toss, causing Yuri to damage his back again as he lands onto the canvas. Walking over to the recovering opponent, Voorhees kneels down and slaps his hand across Yuri�s throat with a darkness choke. Referee Schmoe quickly counts away. Voorhees pulls Yurievich up to his feet, attempting to chokeslam the Russian again, lifting the Combat Ace up. Yurievich quickly grips onto Voorhees, hooking his arm around the super heavyweight�s neck and land down on his feet as he sets the man up for a suplex. Finding himself lifted up, Voorhees shifts his weight down onto his feet and lifts Yuri up to hit his own suplex.]

[The Combat Ace quickly slides out of the grip and lands behind his opponent, attempting to set up in position for an unprettier position to hit the Yurika. Anthony Voorhees, quickly getting up to a straight vertical position, reverses and sets Yurievich up in a modified Vertebreaker. The Combat Ace quickly slips out and wraps his arms around his opponent�s waist to hit a German Suplex, only to be hit hard with an elbow to the temple. The Combat Ace quickly turns around from the hit as Voorhees grabs him by the legs and attempts to hit a spinning powerbomb. Yurievich quickly adds his own jump which allows him to land back on his feet with Voorhees hunched over as he grabs his head in Bulldog position. Flipping over into a bridge, Yuri lands a modified DDT on Voorhees and crushes his opponent�s head against the canvas. The Russian sits up and quickly rolls the super heavyweight over for the pinfall as Schmoe drops down for a two-count.]

[Yurievich presses Voorhees previously wrenched arm and pins it against the canvas as he lifts his knees up into the air and brings it crashing down. He stands up and pulls his opponent up and gives him a boot to the gut for good measure, grabbing the same arm and wrenching it into a hammer-lock. Beginning to taunt a bit, Yuri uses his back to lift Voorhees up into a modified hammer-lock spinning powerbomb, using the super heavyweight�s mass to help damage the arm. Voorhees winces just a little as Yuri picks his opponent up off the canvas.]

[The Terror Ryzing One quickly attempts to fight back using his undamaged arm, hitting a few hard fists as he eventually gets to his feet to hit toe-kicks to the midsection. Yurievich finds himself in the corner as Voorhees hits a hard knife-edged chop again across the chest. Yuri recovers and finds himself elbowed hard in the temple as Voorhees grabs the middle rope on both sides and begins to hit hard shoulder thrusts. The super heavyweight gets out and shakes his arm loose of pain before turning around to attempt another shoulder thrust, but finds himself too late as Yurievich boosts himself up to the top rope. The world champion hits his shoulder hard against the steel post as Yuri quickly falls forward; grabbing his opponent�s hip to get in a modified sunset flip using his legs for more momentum. Voorhees flips out of the sunset due to the extra push which allows Yuri to quickly apply a second Fujiwara armbar. Voorhees grits his teeth, shaking his head as he tries to force himself to his feet as he wrangles his arm free of Yuri's grip, slowly bringing a knee to the mat as he stands up. But before he can, Yuri tries to grab his arm again, but Voorhees's useful arm comes round and knocks Yurievich to the mat with a short clothesline.]

[Voorhees holds his arm slightly, looking to Hika Lai and the Druids as he shakes his arm, flexing it cockily as he leans forward to pick Yuri from the mat, driving a knee into the gut of Yuri, whipping him off the rope, and catching him by the throat as Yurievich bounces back. Voorhees moves to lift Yuri, but it seems his arm isn't strong enough yet, he tries again, and still nothing, as a very pissed off look creeps across Voorhees' face, Yurievich brings his fist to the face of Voorhees, causing him to break the grip on his throat as Yurievich pushed Voorhees away. Voorhees stretches out his arm, almost glaring at it, as he charges at Yuri, both hands catching him by the throat, as Voorhees lifts Yurievich up high, sitting out as he slams Yuri to the mat, keeping the choke on hold as the referee begins the count, Voorhees breaking off at four as he, looks over the laid out Yurievich, and moves for the pin, hooking Yuri's leg. ]

One... Two...Thr--- NO YURI KICKED OUT!!!

[Voorhees scowls, punching in on the face of Yuri as he stands him up, driving knees into the Russian's gut all the while, Voorhees' hands clasping around Yuri's neck as Voorhees begins choking again, driving his thumbs into Yurievich's throat. He looks toward the Druids, and calls for Hika, who turns to answer him. Voorhees signalling her to move to the top rope before breaking the choke on the count of four again. Hika Lai looks to the top turnbuckle, climbing onto the ring apron, and onto the top turnbuckle. The referee move to Hika Lai, ordering her off the top turnbuckle, but she refuses. Schmoe orders again, and this time Hika complies, only to turn around and punch Schmoe in the face with a set of Brass Knucks.
As this has been happening, Voorhees has been punching the Combat Ace, strength slowly returning to his weakened arm. Yuri stumbles and finds himself groggily looking over the top rope. Voorhees grabbing Yurievich's face, and pulling it, as if trying to rip the flesh from his skull. Yuri cries out slightly, then more so as Voorhees climbs the bottom rope, grabbing the top one for leverage, pulling harder on Yurievich's face as Voorhees' eyes rolled back, Yurievich trying to prise Voorhees' fingers from his skull. Voorhees lets go, and Yuri staggers, and Voorhees lays in a toe kick to the gut of Yurievich, grabbing the Russian by the arm and scooping him up onto his shoulders in a reverse Death Valley Driver position, grinning as he looks to Hika, ordering her back onto the top turnbuckle, Hika climbs up, Voorhees nods, and Hika moves to jump, but Yuri struggles, slipping off of Voorhees' shoulders, but it's too late, Hika Lai has already moonsaulted, Yuri and Voorhees look on as Hika flips, the bottoms of her feet pointing toward Voorhees, the flat heels of her boots catching Voorhees in the skull, sending them both to the mat. Voorhee's forehead is bleeding heavily, as Hika's eyes widen, shaking her head as she scrambles to Voorhees' side, shaking him, Yuri not sure what to do. As Hika says "I'm sorry" over and over, but Voorhees is out, he can't hear her. The crowd is silent as she shakes him again, begging Voorhees to awaken. Voorhees eyes suddenly shoot open in a glare as the Terror Ryzing One sits up, glaring at Hika Lai, who immediately backs into the corner looking fearful of her life as Voorhees shifts to one knee and to his feet. Hika rolls out of the ring, walking backward up the ramp as Voorhees turns around, only to walk into a punch from Yurievich as the match continues.]

[Yurievich pushes Voorhees into the ropes, whipping him across the ring as Voorhees reverses the Irish whip with his own, sending Yuri into the ropes for the rebound. As the Russian bounces off, his opponent catches him in a biel toss. Yurievich quickly counters by adding his own velocity to it and landing on his feet and wrenching Voorhee�s arm again, hitting a few clubbing forearms to the injured arm and falling backwards and landing the World Champ�s shoulder onto the canvas with a modified flatliner. Voorhees begins to twitch around in pain as Yuri looks at his opponent, about ready to work on the other arm, slowly chopping down his massive opponent�s arsenal. The combat ace looks at the druids and mocks Hika Lai by holding Voorhees by the head and slapping him where she hit him as he pulls up his opponent and whips him into the corner. Yuri approaches and hits a hard right elbow to the forehead of his opponent, following it up with a hard knife-edged chop, repeating harder and more intensely a few more times before grabbing onto his opponent�s wrist and whipping him across the ring successfully. Voorhees hits the turnbuckle backfirst, hooking his arms on the top rope to keep from faling down as Yuri comes running into a hard elbow by the World Champion. Yurievich wobbles a bit back as Voorhees begins to recover a little bit before hitting Yurievich with a hard Yakuza kick to the face as he turns around. Anthony falls down to his knees and hooks onto his opponent�s leg as Schmoe drops down for the count.]

One� Two� Kick out!

[Yurievich raises his shoulder up off the canvas, causing Voorhees to stand up on his feet. Voorhees grabs onto his forehead and begins to pace around the ring, still bleeding a bit as Yuri slowly gets to his feet. The World Champion lifts his arm up as his opponent turns around, quickly slapping a hard palm across the chart, signaling for a chokeslam with his lesser damaged arm. The Russian quickly grabs onto Voorhees� skull with the iron claw and rakes the open wound a little further. The grip around Yuri�s neck releases as he runs to the ropes and jumps, rotating 180 and landing his feet on the top rope as he leaps towards the center of the ring with a front flip, hitting his heel hard across the World Champion�s skull with a springboard Whisper-in-the-Wind. Yuri quickly hooks the leg for the pin as Schmoe drops down for the count.]

One� Two� Thre-Kick out!

[Voorhees gets his shoulder off to Yuri�s disbelief. Yuri goes for another pin but only comes out with another two-count as Yuri gets up to argue with the referee for a few seconds before grabbing Voorhees up off the apron, being met with a hard right fist to the jaw. Yuri reels back a little as the World Champ begins to hit a few more hits to the mid-section, eventually getting to his feet as Yurievich staggers backwards into a corner, trying to regain his composure as Voorhees gets to his feet as he is reapproached by his opponent. Voorhees quickly charges Yuri with a modified Shoulder thrust into the corner. The super heavyweight begins hitting more hard shoulder thrusts, walking back as his opponent attempts to recover. Quickly, Voorhees runs over and lifts his foot up high to deliver a running big boot to decapitate his opponent. The Russian runs out of the way into an inadvertent shoulderblock on Schmoe as Voorhees is caught in an accidental lowblow from the top turnbuckle. Yurievich runs into the ropes and rebounds off leaps up to hit a flying clothesline on Voorhees, knocking the super heavyweight out of the ring. Yuri causes himself to flip over and pour out onto the mats below along with his opponent.]

[Hika Lai and the Druids watch on as Yuri begins to slowly get to his feet, reaching under the ring grabbing a cookie sheet from under the ring as the referee remains down. The Russian waits for his opponent to get to his feet before watching Voorhees turn around and planting a hard shot across the skull with the weapon. A sickening crash echoes through the arena as the cookie sheet (now dented) is tossed aside. Yurievich begins laughing a little as he grabs his opponent off the mats and tosses Voorhees into the ring. The Russian follows after and flips his opponent over for the pin as Schmoe begins to regain little consciousness. Yuri grabs Schmoe and pulls him over as he drops to his knees to pin the world champ.]

One� Two� Thre-Kick out!!!!!

[Yurievich gets up in total disbelief, holding out three fingers to demand the pinfall. The referee reassures the Russian, who gets to his feet again and grabs Voorhees off the canvas unopposed. Yuri sets his opponent up in Suplex position, hitting the vertical suplex after mockingly holding Voorhees up like a limp body going for the next pin. Yuri watches as the blood from Voorhees head begins flowing more and more as he hooks the leg for the pin, getting a measly two-count. The Combat Ace gets up to his feet pulling his opponent up again only to find Voorhees battle out and rake Yuri in the eyes. The World Champ stays on all fours attempting to regain consciousness, finally getting up and coming face-to-face with Yuri, getting his opponent in a fireman�s carry position. Yuri quickly escapes behind with the advantage of the damaged arm as he gets behind Voorhees in a standing Dragon Sleeper hold, quickly latching the super heavyweight�s arm above his neck in attempts to deliver the Xcommunication. Voorhees, still alive, hits a few hard elbows to the back of the head, dropping to his rear to hit a modified DDT on Yurievich�s skull, causing the Gaia champion to flip over onto his back as Voorhees goes for a pin.]

One� Two� Thre-Kick out!!

[Anthony Voorhees flips over on his back, still a bit whoozy from the busted wound on his head. The referee, now slightly recovering, gets to his feet again and begins to count to ten. Reaching six before seeing both superstars reach their feet. At eight, both superstars get on their knees, trying their hardest to get to a vertical base. Finally, at nine, both superstars charge each other with hard right hands. Voorhees and Yurievich exchange blows with Voorhees gaining the obvious upperhand as he pushes the Russian into the ropes, whipping the Gaia champ across the ring into the rebound catching him with a sidewalk slam into a set-up for the tombstone piledriver but only finds himself reversed with unorthodox headscissors. Voorhees is sent stumbling forward into the turnbuckle, allowing Yuri to run behind his opponent, lifting the super heavyweight up to the top rope prematurely in desperation as he climbs to the top rope as well. Anthony Voorhees hits a hard elbow to the temple and sends Yurievich off into the canvas, landing on the referee for the second ref bump in this match!]

[Voorhees grabs onto his head, looking backwards at Yurievich and taking the opportunity to shake his head loose of blood as suddenly Joseph Yager comes in from the announcer�s side of the ring, clubbing forearms to the back of the Combat Ace. Alfred Gardener climbs the same corner facing Voorhees as he gets to the top rope, slapping his arm across the chest and swinging the other arm across in a Rock Bottom set-up from the right. Joseph Yager steps up from the opposite side to hook the arm across the neck and sets his feet on the second rope. Alfred jump forward to land a side-effect and Yager hits a Super back body drop, hitting a devastating double-team move on Voorhees!.]

[Yuri signals both Sabre Unit members as they both turn Voorhees over and give him double Fujiwara armbars with Yuri crouching down and slapping the World Champ in the face. The Russian signals again for both members to get Voorhees to his knees. The Sabre Unit whips the World Champ into the ropes to attempt to hit a modified Delta Formation. Voorhees lands a hard double clothesline on both Sabre Unit members and hitting a quick right hand on Yurievich to the forehead. The Russian falls onto his back as the other members get up, fresh as daisies, attempting to subdue the world champion, who seemingly overpowers both with a set of clotheslines for each as Yuri stays onto the floor trying to shake off the sweat. Voorhees grabs both Sabre Unit members by the neck and sends them over the top rope as Yuri attempts attack him from behind with elbows to the back. Yurievich turns his opponent over and hits a hard knife-edged chop before whipping Voorhees across the ring, turning around to grab his opponent and hit a sidewalk slam. The Combat Ace hits a hard kick to the back of Voorhees knee, clipping it and spinning around to hit a standing ensuigiri on his opponent and sending Voorhees face-down into the canvas.]

[Hika Lai watches on, a look of concern on her face as Voorhees is getting beat down by the Sabre Unit. Voorhees struggles to get back up as each member makes stomps to his back, each putting Voorhees back on the mat as the Terror Ryzing One struggles to bat them away, pulling himself to his feet. Alfred and Yager watch as he stands, and a clank is heard. The camera pans to show two of Voorhees' druids rustling for weapons under the apron. Both pulling out chairs as they slide into the ring. Voorhees charges, outstretching his arm, to belt Yurievich with the Clothesline From Hell, as the Sabre Unit battle the druids, who have now dropped their chairs. Voorhees holds his arm as he stands, looking toward Alfred and kicking him between the legs, catching him, and bringing him in position for a TombStone Piledriver, the crowd popping as Gardener's head bounces off the mat, Voorhees slowly pulling himself up and kicking Gardener from the ring as he watches Yager combat the other Druid. Voorhees makes his way forward toward them, as he taps Yager on the shoulder, and landing in a toe kick as Voorhees picks up the last of the Sabre Unit in a delayed vertical suplex fashion, the crowd letting up in a huge "DEAD OF NIGHT!!!" chant. Voorhees paces, holding up Gardener, getting ready to drop the DEAD OF NI--- BAM!!!]

[Voorhees drops Yager and falls to the mat as the crowd look on in shock, the arena falls silent as we see that it's one of VOORHEES' DRUIDS WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!! Voorhees breathes heavily as Schmoe pulls himself to his feet, thr Druid dropping the chair, and grabbing Schmoe's arm before he can call for the bell. The referee argues with the Druid to release him, the Druid complies and releases Schmoe, and pulls down his hood to reveal BRIAN BLADE!!!]

[The crowd go into a frenzy, not sure vwether to cheer or boo, Hika Lai's eyes widen as Voorhees tries to pull himself up again, Yurievich also rolling back into the ring, Voorhees look up to see Blade staring back at him stoicly, Blade following up with a kick to the face of the World's Champion, Voorhees reeling as he holds his face. At this point Schmoe has no idea what to do, still coming to from the bumps he's taken and Hika Lai's brass knuck punch. Blade tells him that the match will continue, and grabs both steel chairs as Alfred and Yager begin beating on Voorhees again.]

[Blade orders them to halt as he opens one of the steel chairs as sets it up at the steel post between the ropes, Voorhees at this point fighting back for his life as he punches Gardener, but Yuri and Yager double team him to stop his motions, Yuri twisting the already damaged arm of Voorhees as Blade grins, setting the second chair around the throat of Voorhees, and when he's sure the chairs are secure, he sets Voorhees into proximity with the other chair, throwing him fiercely so that he hits the chair, both being driven straight into his throat. Voorhees' face balnks and he crashes, hitting the mat, not moving. Blade lets out a huge laugh as he motions to Yurievich to make the pin. Yuri moves in without hesitation, as Blade yells at Schmoe to make the count. Schmoe looks to be struggling with his morals, but slides in as the crowd fall dead, Vic Hartman screaming down the microphone.]

Vic:
NO! NOT THIS WAY!!

ONE!!!

Vic:
DAMNIT!!! NOT LIKE THIS!!!

TWO!!!

Vic:
BRIAN BLADE YOU b*****d!!!

THRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!


Ding Ding Ding!

[Victor Cross takes the microphone]

Cross:
THE WINNER OF THIS BOUT, VIA PINFALL, AND NEEEWWWW BTWF UNIFIED HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!

YURI YURIEVICH!!!

[The opening chords of OtherWorld sound off again, as Yurievich holds both belts high into the air, Voorhees' body twitching as the sound dies and we fade... to... black]