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Madness Card for Whatever Today is (Bottom to Top)
*Big Daddy & The Demon vs. Maxwell Conners & Darson Grays
*Xunkai, The Heat, and a returning Shadow Starr vs. The Generation of Legends
*Tsunami vs. Hell's Guardian
*Makuta and The Faction vs. Terror Kings and Darkfyre
*Seraph vs. Anthony Voorhees
*Mr. Money vs. Raymond Kage

Mike Moore VS Makuta
TV Title on the line

The following match is scheduled for one fall!

The lights dimmed down to almost pitch blackness as the crowd started murmuring excitedly, guessing who was about to come out. The BarTron slowly came to life, a message lighting up on it, being read a few seconds later by an all too familiar voice. "So, are YOU afraid of the dark?" is heard right before Faint exploded across the PA system, the pyros lighting up with black sparks. A figured emerged at the top of the ramp, only his silheoutte being seen because of the dim lighting, but everybody already knew who he was. The lights flashed back on, showing Makuta standing at the top of the ramp grinning, his TV Title proudly draped on his left shoulder. The crowd's cheers increased in volume as he started walking down, each of the pyros exploding with one last burst of sparks before finally turning off as he walked by each of them. He reached the ring and examined it for a second before fianlly rolling in underneath the top rope, handing the belt to the ref. He flashed it to the crowd then handed it out to the time keepers.

Oh Canada! hit, making the crowd go balastic with laughter. Mike Moore came out at the top of the ramp, looking quite ticked off. He flicked the tech people backstage off before making his way down to the ramp, rolling in underneath the top rope like Makuta had. He stood up, watching Makuta who was streaching out. Grey Fox looked at both of them, recieving a single from both wrestlers that they were ready for the match to begin.

DING DING DING!

Moore charged Makuta since he was already in the corner, thinking he was going to finish this match quickly with a spear. Makuta leaped up, locking his legs around Moore's head and bent himself around, using Moore's own momentum to slam him right into the turnbuckle, draping him from it upside down.. Makuta fell belly first to the mat from the move, but he quickly got up, looking a bit surprised that he landed that. He slowly backed up, watching Moore, who seemed a bit dazed from the move. Makuta backed up a bit more then charged, driving his shoulder into Moore's stomach with a Spear of his own. Moore crumbled over Makuta's shoulders, who struggled to stay standing with the heavyweight on his shoulders. Finally he got tired of carrying Moore around and hefted him up a bit like a person would do for a brain buster, then slammed Moore down with a Jackhammer!

Vic Hartman: Whoa! Now that must've been hard for Makuta to do!

Headhunter: Usually I would be pissed off at this point...but I've actually grown to like Makuta.

Hartman: More like your afraid of getting hit in the head with a pipe.*laughs.*

Headhunter: Shove it.

While the two announcers had been talking Makuta had gone for the cover, using positioning to his advantange. Grey Fox slid over to the two wrestlers, checking for anything that would stop the count then started it. "One...two.." Moore kicked his foot up, making it land on the ropes. Grey Fox held up his hand, only two fingers being up to show the count. Makuta went onto his knees, eyeballing the count then shrugged, getting up and backing off a bit, letting Moore catch his breath. Finally Moore rolled over to his belly then used the ropes to make his way up to his feet, turning to face Makuta who was leaning against the parallel ropes. The cruiserweight smirked and waved a bit, making the crowd burst out in laughter for the second time that night. Moore charged at the cruiserweight, aimming to land a few right hands, but Makuta had other things in mind. Right when Moore reached him Makuta flipped himself up as if for a drop kick, but he hooked his legs around Moore's head again like he had at the beginging of the match. Then, using Moore's momentum again, he whipped himself backwards, throwing Moore right over the top rope with a Hurricarana!

Hartman: Makuta is really showing why he's the TV Champion!

Headhunter: He's definitely not going to be pushed around anymore. If he keeps this up McLaren's belt will be around Makuta's waist in place of that TV Title!

Hartman: Well, don't be thinking too far ahead now.

Makuta jumped onto the top rope, watching the limp form of Moore, who had fallen right onto a table. A steel chair was set up right in front of the table, though the chair had not been hurt from the fall. Slowly Moore stood up, glancing around groggily. Makuta leaped off the top rope, coming down in front of Moore and hooked his head, slamming his neck down onto the chair with a stunner! The crowd went balastic with cheers, the high flying move having been not any ordinary stunner. "Whoa! That was The Final Kill! I thought that was The Tiger's move?!" Headhunter said, eyes having gone wide. "I guess Makuta must've talked to our injured friend before tonight's show." said Hartman, grinning from ear to ear as he watched Makuta stand up, rubbing his back and wincing a bit. Noticing that Grey Fox had started the count he quickly poked his head into the ring then slipped back out, restarting it. He went over to Moore and slowly stood him up, struggling as he walked the bigger man back to the ring then rolled him in underneath the bottom rope. Makuta rolled in after the Canadian wrestler, about to go for the cover, but he got a face full of mat as he Moore whipped himself around, grabbing Makuta's arm and then drove his face right into the mat.

Hartman: Ooooh! The Chop Collect that helped Makuta win his title back at Fade to Black!

Headhunter: Hmmm, I guess you were right; I really shouldn't think too far ahead when it comes to things like this.

Makuta struggled to get up, but Moore was holding tightly onto the cruiserweight's arm. Moore pulled Makuta to a standing position then Irish Whipped him to the ropes, following him after doing so. Makuta hit the ropes and turned around, about to come sprinting back, but he got nailed with a Forearm Smash from Moore, which sent him right over the top rope, onto a table. Makuta went right through the table, groaning a bit as he rolled to his belly, right when Moore jumped off the apron with an Elbow Drop, landing it right on Makuta's stomach. The cruiserweight sat up, holding his stomach in pain as he started thrashing around, letting out more groans of pain. Moore cockily stood up, picking Makuta up and whipped him into the apron, picking him up right before he fell down to the ground in pain. Then he literally THREW Makuta up into the ring, following him in and standing up, looking at the cruiserweight who was still thrashing around from the pain. Moore picked Makuta up and set him up for The Last Ride, elevating him up and about to smash him down when Makuta pulled off a Hurricarana!

Hartman: Ouch! Moore will be feeling that int the morning!

Headhunter: Makuta's finally pulling out a second wind.

Hartman: Yes he is, but you still have to remember that this is Mike Moore we're dealing with hear.

Headhunter:*simply nods as he focuses on the match again.*

Makuta slowly stood up, quickly getting to the ropes and turned around, leaning against them and holding his stomach as he watched Moore, looking a bit tired and worried. The crowd started to chant Makuta's name and he smiled a bit, slowly getting off the ropes and went over to Moore, rolling him over then standing him up. Makuta went behind him and jumped onto the bigger man's shoulders, whipping himself down as if for a Hurricarana, but instead he hooked his feet together, holding onto Moore's neck as he reached out, latching his arms around the bigger man's legs and tucked them underneath himself, slamming down to the mat so that Moore's head connected with the mat, along with his crossed legs. "What the heck is that?" Headhunter said, moving himself to get a better look at Hartman did the same. "I have no idea, but Moore seems to be fading, fast!" Hartman said as Grey Fox slid around to confirm the announcer's statement. Grey Fox lifted up the heavyweight's arm and then let it drop, the arm flopping down to the mat. He lifted it up again and then let it go, getting the same result. He lifted it up a third time and let go of it, but this time Moore held it up. Moore then raised both of his elbows up before slamming them down with the speed of a jack hammer into Makuta's ribs. Slowly the cruiserweight loosened his grip until finally he was forced to let go, Moore immeadtly rolling away and standing up, rubbing his legs and neck a bit as he watched Makuta slowly stand up.

Moore charged Makuta, getting ready for a Forearm Smash, but Makuta ducked underneath it, grabbing onto Moore's arm and then snapped it around, dragging Moore down to the mat with a harsh THUD! Makuta did a leg drop then flopped down onto Moore, Grey Fox sliding around to start the count. "One..two..THREE!" Grey Fox stood up and siganlled for the bell, the bell's ring sounding through the arena. Makuta slowly stood up, getting handed his TV Title. He looked at it a second before turning to the crowd, raising it up to them as Faint sounded through out the arena. The crowd's cheers echoed through the arena as he Makuta showed them their title. Slowly he got out of the ring, walking up the ramp and disappearing backstage.

OOC: |On behalf of Kanyon.|

Victor Cross enters the ring and the crowd quiets down in anticipation of the tag match. "The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!"

"Step Up" by Drowning Pool hits the arena and the crowd immediately begins to cheer as Seraph and Kanyon emerge from the curtains. "Introducing first, at a combined weight of 437 pounds...Irvine "The Grand" Kanyon and Seraph!" The team walks down the entrance ramp, getting high fives from the crowd before sliding into the ring, walking over to two opposite corners and raising their hands up before jumping down, removing their miscellaneous clothing as they wait for their opponents.

"A Battle Without Honor or Humanity" from the Kill Bill soundtrack plays and the crowd cheers once again as Bidwell and Mr. Money exit the curtains. "And their opponents, Victor "The King of Pain" Bidwell, and Mr. Money...Pay 4 Pain!" Victor and Mr. Money walk down the entrance ramp, receiving a few more cheers than Kanyon and Seraph, seeing as they are the veterans. The team enters via the ring steps, raising their arms up to the crowd and circling around the middle of the ring for a moment before taking off their own non-wrestling attire, turning around to Seraph and Kanyon, the two teams shaking hands in the middle of the ring.

BTWF referee Jackie Kiddo makes sure both teams are ready before sending them to their respective corners. The two teams converse for a moment, then decide to start out with Victor and Seraph. Jackie motions for the bell. "DING DING DING!"

Vic "The Voice" Hartman: Well, this should be an interesting tag match. We have the relatively new cruiserweight team of Seraph and Kanyon, and the veteran team of Victor "The King" Bidwell and Mr. Money, Pay 4 Pain.
James "Headhunter" Sharpton: Hmph...I'd rather see Moore come in and take P4P out with a chair...
Hartman: You would.

Seraph and Victor circle each other for a few moments, staring each other down, then lock up into a grapple, fighting for a moment, but Seraph, the slightly bigger man, manages to win, forcing Victor back into the corner, following with a hard chop across the chest, and a second one. Seraph backs off and Victor walks out of the corner, circling Seraph again, then locks up into another grapple with him, Seraph once again managing to win, forcing Victor into the ropes and whipping him into the opposite set. As Victor comes back, Seraph lifts him up for a Stungun, but Victor grabs the ropes, flipping over and landing on his feet, turning around to pulls Seraph's feet out from under him. Victor slides back in and Seraph starts to get up, but is picked up the rest of the way by Victor, getting lifted up into a Stalling Vertical Suplex. Victor backs off and waits for Seraph to get up, which he does, fairly quickly. Seraph suddenly shoots forward in a Clothesline, taking down Victor, who gets right back up, only to be met by a second Clothesline, which he gets up from once again, turning around right into a perfectly-executed Dropkick from Seraph, which keeps him down. Seraph runs to the ropes, springboarding off and turning in mid-air to hit a Flying Elbow Drop right onto Victor's chest to cheers from the crowd for the high-flying maneuver. Seraph hooks Victor's leg for the pin, and Jackie slides in. "1, 2" Even with Jackie's somewhat fast counting, Victor kicks out.

Sharpton: *yawn*...
Hartman: You're just bored because they aren't smacking each other over the head with chairs.
Sharpton: Can I help it if I have taste?
Hartman: Taste? *scoff* More like masochism...
Sharpton: You know that last word went over the heads of half our viewers.
Hartman: I'm hoping we have at least a few viewers who have more brains than you.
Sharpton: *glare*

Seraph lifts up Victor, whipping him into the ropes, but bends a bit early, and Victor hits a Swinging Neckbreaker. Victor rolls Seraph over and grabs his foot, pulling it up and locking in a Standing Ankle Lock, a particularly painful submission. Seraph cringes, trying to pull himself forward to the ropes, but Victor has very good leverage with this maneuver. Seraph shakes his head each time Jackie asks him if he wants to tap out, finally pulling himself forward enough to grab the ropes before Victor could pull him away. Victor immediately releases the maneuver, but walks forward, grabbing each of Seraph's legs and flipping him backwards into the corner with a Wheelbarrow Suplex. Seraph leaned back against the corner, dazed from the attack, not able to move in time to avoid a hard Clothesline from Victor, which made him stumble out of the corner, right into a Drop Toe Hold, his face smacking into the canvas. Victor picks him up, not letting him rest, whipping him into the ropes and hitting a Back Body Drop as Seraph comes back, finally backing off to give Seraph a chance to regain himself. Seraph gets up after a few moments, shaking out the cobwebs and bouncing off the ropes, coming at Clothesline. Victor ducks down, but Seraph just leapfrogs over him, bouncing off the ropes behind Victor as he stands up and hitting a huge Bulldog from behind, driving Victor's head into the mat. Seraph slowly crawls over to his corner, able to push himself forward and tag in Kanyon just as Victor gets up.

Hartman: Seraph gets the tag to Kanyon!
Sharpton: Yippee...
Hartman: The crowd is into this match, and nobody's getting beat with a chair. Why aren't you?
Sharpton: Because I like blood.
Hartman: ...I shouldn't have asked.

Kanyon locks up into a grapple with Victor, but suddenly pulls him into a waistlock and hit a Belly-to-Belly Suplex, but then moves over without letting go of Victor, picking him up into another one! Kanyon picks up Victor and sends him into the ropes, bouncing off the opposite set and meeting in the middle of the ring with a Spinning Heel Kick. Victor gets up after a moment, only to get whipped into the corner by Kanyon, who runs over and jumps onto the second ropes, beginning the ten punch combo as the crowd counts it out. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9..." Kanyon suddenly jumps off the ropes, backs up a few steps, then comes in with a Superkick right into Victor's face to a huge "TEN!" from the crowd. Victor walks out of the corner, just staring at Kanyon for a moment, the crowd amazed he's still standing...Then falls limply to his back, the crowd erupting into cheers, Kanyon grinning. The smaller cruiserweight quickly climbs onto the top turnbuckle, looking out over the crowd before hitting a huge Body Splash onto Victor, staying on him for the pin as Jackie slides in. "1, 2, TH-" Two and a half count as Victor gets a shoulder up. Kanyon looks over at Jackie, who just gives him a look indicating not to go there, and Kanyon sighs, rolling his eyes as he picks up Victor.

Sharpton: Ugh, I thought this match was over...
Hartman: Yes, I did to. I don't think anybody though Victor was goign to kick out of that.
Sharpton: Yeah, but you're not disappointed.
Hartman: ...Why would I be? I get to see more of a great match.
Sharpton:

Victor shocks the crowd by knocking Kanyon's arms away, however, kicking Kanyon hard in the gut, then whipping him into the ropes, picking him up as he comes back and picking him up into a Fallaway Slam position, but stops, running forward to the ropes Kanyon had bounced off of and springboarding off of them, flying backwards to land in a Senton Bomb with even more damage done due to the springboard, the crowd cheering for the great move. Victor pulls himself up onto the turnbuckle, bouncing three times as he turns around to face the ring, the crowd cheering as he launches himself off for the CHOPPING COMPASSION! Kanyon cries out, clutching his chest and cringing, unable to react as Victor moves over him for the pin, hooking a leg. Jackie slides in. "1, 2" She then notices that Kanyon has his free leg on the bottom rope, and motions for Victor to break the pin. Victor narrows his eyes, figuring he had that pin, picking up Kanyon and whipping him into the corner, following up with a Stinger Spla-NO! Kanyon flops out of the corner onto his stomach at the last second and Victor crashes chest-first into the turnbuckles and falls onto his back, clutching his chest. Both men are layed out, but then Victor slowly starts to crawl toward his corner. After a few moments, Kanyon stands up, apparently having got a second wind, starting to pick up Victor, but is met with an elbow to the gut halfway, stunning him long enough for Victor to stand up and pull him into a DDT, laying Kanyon out. Victor then slowly crawls over to his corner, pushing himself forward and tagging in Mr. Money.

Hartman: Pay 4 Pain has a fresh competitor in, and this might be it for the tired Kanyon.
Sharpton: I can only pray.
Hartman: A few minutes ago, you were praying for Moore to come in and bust a chair over P4P's skulls. Now you want them to win?...
Sharpton: Only because I want this match to be OVER!
Hartman: Ah...

Mr. Money walks over to the grounded Kanyon, picking him up and whipping him into the ropes, hitting a Flapjack on the return. Kanyon clutches his stomach, wincing from the hard maneuver. Money follows up with an Elbow Drop right into Kanyon's back. Money finally picks Kanyon up, then whips him into the corner, running forward and hitting a Handspring right into a Stinger Splash, the move connecting this time as Irvine slumps out of the corner. Money picks Kanyon up and looks out over the crowd before hitting an Arm Drag without Kanyon even running, showing a lot of strength for a cruiserweight, pulling Kanyon right into an Abodominal Stretch as the move ends. Jackie comes over, asking Kanyon if he wants to quit every few seconds, but Kanyon shakes his head each time, even though Money wrenches harder each time Jackie asks this. After a few moments, Kanyon reaches down and lifts up one of Money's legs. Money tries to balance himself on one leg, knowing he wasn't able to use the ropes for leverage, but Kanyon ends up wrenching up too hard on Money's leg, and Money falls over, Kanyon landing on top of him...And Kanyon has the leg hooked! It's a pin! Jackie slides in for the count! "1, 2, TH-" Money kicks out, looking pretty surprised at the pin.

Hartman: What an innovative pin!
Sharpton: Oh yeah. Pins are real exciting.
Hartman: Okay, now you're just doing it on purpose.

Kanyon gets up, backing off, glancing over at his corner, but Money is already up, and he knows he can't get the tag while Money's not incapacitated. Kanyon and Money lock up into a grapple, each one fighting for a moment. Kanyone manages to win, pulling Money into a hard Neckbreaker. Kanyon doesn't let Money rest though, pulling him into a Headlock while he's still on the ground, wrenching on Money's neck. Money tries to fight out, but Kanyon has the move locked in very well. Kanyon slowly starts to stand up with Money still locked in the move, but Money suddenly hits a shot to Kanyon's gut. Kanyon holds on, but two more shots to his stomach finally forces him to break the move, and Money goes for a Dropkick, only to have his legs knocked to the side at the last second. Money falls hard on his side, rolling over onto his back, only to be met with a Leg Drop right onto his neck. This stuns Money long enough for Kanyon to look out over the crowd, raising his arms up to them before running to the ropes and hitting a LIONSAULT! Kanyon doesn't follow up with a pin though, clutching his stomach as he lays next to the dazed Mr. Money. After a few moments, he slowly crawled over to his corner, finally tagging in Seraph to cheers from the crowd.

Sharpton: And now the other guy is in...
Hartman: Seraph.
Sharpton: Yeah. Him.
Hartman: Well, aren't you Mr. Excited?
Sharpton: Hey, I'm trying to show interest in this match...

Seraph runs over and picks up Mr. Money, whipping him into the ropes, grabbing his shoulders to stop him as he comes back and using them for leverage to pull himself up and hit a Dropkick right into Money's chest, using it as a platform to backflip off, landing on the ropes and bouncing forward into a Flying Cross Body right into Money, the crowd erupting into cheers for the combo. Seraph stays on him for the pin. "1, 2" Money kicks out, but just barely. Seraph breathes heavily, unable to believe Money kicked out from that, but gets up, whipping Money into the ropes, only to be hit with a Flying Shoulder Block. Mr. Money looks out over the crowd, then falls with the Million Dollar Fist Drop right into Seraph's chest, enough to stun the cruiser long enough for Money to climb up onto the top turnbuckle of the nearest corner, looking out over the crowd before launching himself forward and hitting the BANKRU-NO!* Seraph raises his knees at the last second and Mr. Money slams right onto them, crying out as he rolls off and clutches his ribs. Seraph gets up after a moment, picking up Mr. Money and whipping him into the ropes, taking Money down with a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. The crowd is getting a bit anxious now, knowing the end of the match was near.

Hartman: Wow, I thought that Bankrupt was going to be it!
Sharpton: It's not over...Ugh...

Seraph picks up Money again and lifts him up into a huge Powerbomb, a of a strange move for a cruiser to use, but seeing as Money was about the same weight as him, Mr. Money's back getting slammed hard down into the mat. Money also seems to have hit the back of his head, as he starts to sit up a bit, clutching it with one hand, then falls back, blinking hard, trying to shake out the cobwebs. Seraph doesn't waste this chance, lifting up Mr. Money and pulling him into an Inverted Facelock. He looks out over the crowd, then points down with his free hand, jumping up and slamming his legs down on Money's chest, hitting the FINAL HEAVEN! Seraph quickly covers Money, but he doesn't hear the ref counting, looking over and seeing she was occupied with something outside the ring. Seraph gets off of Money, walking over and looking down over the ropes, seeing Jackie looking over a fallen Victor.

Hartman: What's going on?...Victor's been knocked out!
Sharpton: I was paying too much attention to Seraph and Money to see what happened.
Hartman: Me too...

Money gets up after a few seconds, still clutching his stomach, seeing Seraph drop out of the ring to help Jackie, Kanyon moving over after him. He tilts his head to the side, wondering what was going on then, turns around...RIGHT INTO A CHAIR SHOT FROM MIKE MOORE!!!

Hartman: IT'S MIKE MOORE! MIKE MOORE WITH A CHAIR!
Sharpton: YES!!! THERE IS A GOD!!!

Moore pounds on Money's chest with the chair a few more times, then slides out of the ring as he saw Seraph start to get back in, vaulting over the barrier and disappearing into the crowd. Victor is starting to get up now, and Jackie slides back into the ring, just to see Seraph hit a LIMITED MOON! COVER BY SERAPH! "1, 2, THREE!"

The crowd cheers, but still doesn't really like how the match ended as "Step Up" blares over the soundsystem.

Victor Cross: "Here are your winners, Irvine "The Grand" Kanyon, and Seraph!!!"

Seraph and Kanyon celebrate for a few moments, oblivious to what happened to Mr. Money and Victor, then head to the back as officials come down to help P4P.

Hartman: Not sure if I liked the ending of that match...
Sharpton: Tch, now you're the one being the party pooper. Next match.

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Victor Cross:
The following match is for the tag team titles and is for the BTWF Tag Team Championship. Introducing first, the champions, Twilight Tokyo Rose and Jack Frost.

Otherworld hits, then Twilight Tokyo Rose and Jack Frost come down the runway holding their tag titles over their shoulders. Twilight Tokyo Rose slapping high fives to people, but Jack Frost just continues to walk to the ring. Twilight and Frost slide into the ring. Twilight gives her belt to the Grey fox, then Grey then tries to grab Frost's belt. Frost almost snaps and almost attacks the referee. He finally takes it off and gives it to the referee.

Victor Cross: And 1 of the challengers... Fox!

Crazy Train hits queing many jeers from the crowd. Fox comes out and just walks to the ring. Her eyes staring at Twilight and Frost. She slides in and continues to glare at her opponent's.

"The Voice" Man does fox look focused. I have a feeling that she's here to win and cannot imagine anything else...

"Headhunter" Well I don't think she will, I mean, Twilight and Frost have the strength advantage. Jack Frost outweighs DiZtUrBeD by roughly 200 lbs.

"The Voice" I hate to agree with you, but you have a good point."

So Wassup Y'all The CRAAAZY Joker's in the house!?

DiZtUrBeD comes out and stomps queing Rise and making pyros go off.

Victor Cross:
And the other challenger. DiZtUrBeD!

He walks down the runway slapping as many high fives as he can on the way before sliding in the ring and taunting on the second turnbuckle. Meanwhile Grey is trying to hold back Frost. DiZtUrBeD then hops down and bounces from foot to foot.

Grey Fox holds up the titles while the teams head back to their corners. Frost heads onto the apron, Twilight staying in the ring. Fox and DiZtUrBeD are arguing who will go in first. When suddenly fox b***h-slaps DiZtUrBeD. DiZtUrBeD holds his face and heads onto the apron.

Twilight and Fox walk towards each other before getting into a collar elbow tie-up and begin to push each other across the ring then Fox delivers a knee to the midsection. Fox goes against the ropes when suddenly Frost kicks her in the back. The crowd both cheers and jeers to this. Twilight then picks up Fox and throws her into the corner. Twilight runs forward and hits Fox with a clothesline. Twilght then delives a high foot choke on Fox. Grey begins to count: 1... 2... 3... 4... Twilight breaks it up and Grey begins to warn Twilight. Twilight not wasting time picks up Fox when suddenly Fox trips up Twilight's legs and pulls off Give Them Hell! Twilight tries to reach for the ropes but Fox pulls her out to the middle of the ring. Frost then comes in and breaks it up with a huge kick to the temple of Fox. He then picks up Fox and throws her out of the ring. He then turns right into a missile dropkick by DiZtUrBeD from the turnbuckle! Frost gets knocked back to his corner and DiZtUrBeD exits the ring onto his corner. Fox crawled back into the ring while Twilight was getting up. Suddenly both women charge at each other! A nasty collision with both heads knocking into each other. Both Twilight and Fox begin crawling for the tag... Twilight gets to Frost first. Frost smartly charges at DiZtUrBeD to knock him off the apron allowing himself to single in on Fox. DiZtUrBeD though seeing this ducks and delivers a shoulder to the gut of Frost. Then Fox dives and makes the tag.

DiZtUrBeD then jumps off the top rope going for the Dragonic Rana! Frost seeing this ducks under it running against the ropes. DiZtUrBeD lands on his feet and ducks under the craging clothesline from Frost. He then grabs frost's arms and sets him up for the Tiger Suplex! Frost realizing the predicament he's in runs forward off the ropes breaking DiZtUrBeD's hold, then turns around and delivers a sharp clothesline to DiZtUrBeD. DiZtUrBeD is trying to recover when Frost picks him up and tries to shove DiZtUrBeD's head onto the turnbuckle. DiZtUrBeD though gets his foot on the top turnbuckle and bounces off of the turnbuckle and delivers a flying cross-body to Frost! DiZtUrBeD covers! 1.. 2.. Frost kicks out. Frost gets up appearing to be very frustrated. He goes for another surprise clothesline. DiZtUrBeD though saw it coming and grabs Frost's arm and does a double arm wrench The Joker Hold! Frost runs aroud the ring, DiZtUrBeD hanging from his arm. He then picks DiZtUrBeD up using one arm and places him onto his shoulders... Powerbomb! Both men are down for a 6 count before they begin crawl for tags to their partners. Each one inching closer... Both men tag!

Twilight and Fox charge at each other. Twilight gets Fox with a kitchen sink. Twilight stands in the corner and suddenly Lights Out! But Fox moved out of the way! It hit Grey Fox! Frost takes advantage and enters the ring. DiZtUrBeD is about to enter when suddenly he is grabbed by underneath his shoulders. It's Worlock! He slid out from underneath the ring! Crucifix Powerbomb on DiZtUrBeD onto the floor!

"The Voice" What the hell? This was a great match and Worlock had to come out here and wreck it!! Son of a...

"Headhunter" Calm down Vic! DiZtUrBeD got what was coming to him

"The Voice" How did DiZtUrBeD ask for it!?!?

"Headhunter" Er... um... well... he made enemies with Worlock! That's how!

Worlock then walks up the runway to many jeers going backstage. Fox sees this happen and then turns around into a Lights Out! Twilight whips Fox off the ropes and lifts her up over her. Frost cathces Fox by the legs and delivers a huge sinebuster!

"Headhunter" Wow! What a move!

Twilight gets Grey's attention and wakes him up. Frost exits the ring and Twilight delivers a moonsault pin onto Fox. 1... 2... 3.. Grey calls for the belts. He gives it back to Twilight then Fox snatches his. Otherworld hits, Twilight and Frost hold their belts up high. Fox left in the ring and DiZtUrBeD left unconcious out on the floor.

Victor Cross:
Here are your winners... and still BTWF Tag team champions! Twilight Tokyo Rose, and Jack Frost!!!

The following match is scheduled for one fall!

"And first, weighing in at a hunred and sixty pounds, she's a former member of The Brood. She is...RAVENA!" Painted Black by Rolling Stones hit the PA system. Ravena came walking out at the top of the ramp, walking seductively. She winked at the crowd then walked down the ramp, keeping her seductive walk going. When she reached the ring she glanced around a bit before finally just jumping up onto the apron, rolling in underneath the top rope. She walked over to one side of the ring and started streaching, waiting for her opponent.

"And next, weighing in at two hundred, he's the current Television Champion. He is...MAKUTA!" as the announcer said this Painted Black stopped, the lights flickering off. The BarTron came to life, showing the now infamous message, that was read just seconds later. "So, are YOU afraid of the dark?" as soon as that was read Faint exploded across the PA system, barely being heard as the crowd started cheering. A figure emerged at the top of the ramp, a familiar looking title draped on his shoulders. The figure raised his arms up and all of the available pyros in the arena shot off with black sparks, elluminating the arena more. Finally the lights came back on, revealing it to most definitely be Makuta. He waved at the crowd then sprinted down the ramp, dropping his title off at the time keeper table before leaping up onto the apron. He laughed a bit then did a front flip over the top rope, starting to do his own streaches.

Grey Fox went to the center of the ring, glancing at both wrestlers to see if they were ready. Ravena winked at the ref, causing Grey Fox to growl a bit. The strict ref then turned to Makuta, who nodded as he hopped from foot to foot. Grey Fox rolled his eyes then backed up, signalling for the bell, the ring of the bell echoing through the ring mere seconds laters.

DING DING DING!!!

The two wrestlers locked up in the center of the ring, seeming to be struggling a bit. Finally Makuta got the upper hand by hooking Ravena's head and then threw himself around, burying Ravena into the mat with a headlock take down. Makuta quickly stood up, seeming a bit surprised that he had landed that. Ravena struggled to her feet, again locking up with Makuta. This time she got the upper hand, after kneeing him in the gut. She whipped him to the ropes and got ready as if to the momentum version of the Ravenous, but Makuta grabbed onto the ropes as he turned around, already having guessed what she was going to try for. Ravena growled a bit then charged the TV champ, thinking maybe she could clothesline him over. Right when she was about to hit him, Makuta ducked under the clothesline then spun around, landing a drop kick to Ravena then sent her right over the top rope. Makuta did a quick hip up to his feet, backing up a bit as he waited for Grey Fox to start the count. "One....two....three..." Ravena just laid on the outside of the ring, seeming out of it.

"Four...five...six...." Ravena struggled her way to her feet then got in just as Grey Fox started the count. Makuta walked over, thinking he was going to lock up with Ravena again, but as she stood up she punched Makuta in the gut, causing him to lean over a bit from the pain. Ravena stood the rest of the way up and then whipped Makuta to the ropes, following him this time. Makuta bounced off the ropes and turned around, thinking he was going to hit a clothesline on Ravena, but instead she nailed one on him, sending him right over the top rope to the outside. He grunted as he landed there, hearing the count starting. "One...two...three..." Makuta let out a frustrated groan then stood up, diving into the ring right before the four. He got up, landing a drop kick on Ravena as she charged him, thinking that she was going to send him right back over. Makuta grabbed her head, thinking for a moment before locking in a sleeper hold. Grey Fox quickly ran over, checking for any sign of Ravena giving up. Finally he noticed that she was starting to fade, so he lifted up her arm and then let go of it, the arm dropping to the ground. He did it a second time, getting the same effect.

He raised the arm up a third time and let go of it, Ravena just managing to keep it up in the air this time. The woman wrestler started elbowing her way out of the sleeper hold, each elbow causing Makuta to loosen the hold until finally he let go of it all together, standing up as he rubbed his rib cage. Ravena stood up, turning around and landed a drop kick of her own on Makuta. Unlike Ravena, though, he rolled backwards after he hit the ground, getting right back to his feet. Ravena raised her brows, surprised by this but then she ran and locked up with him, the two struggling there for a second before Makuta finally ended up whipping her to the ropes. Ravena bounced off, coming back and aimming for a clothesline, but Makuta threw himself into the air, sending Ravena down to the ground with a Hurricarana! Makuta stood up and dragged Ravena over to the ropes, laying her across the bottom one. He grinned a bit and ran to the parallel ropes, bouncing off of them and then came running back, throwing himself horizontal to the bottom and middle rope, where he latched his arms around them. His body swung around and then a CRACK! was heard through the arena as his knees conncted with Ravena's head.

Having landed the 369, Makuta stood up, rubbing his knees a bit. Makuta leaned over and rolled Ravena over onto her back, considering for a second before slowly dragging her out to the center of the ring, where he started to apply the sleeper hold again, but Ravena headbutted him right in the gut! Makuta let go of her, rolling away from her as he held his stomach area. Ravena rolled over to her belly then slowly stood, struggling a bit from the abuse she had suffered during this match. Makuta had now calmed down a bit and was standing up himself, having stood up just in time to recieve a kick to the stomach by Ravena. Makuta bent over from the pain again, Ravena sticking his head between her legs. She then whipped him up onto her shoulders then threw him down with a powerbomb. Makuta hit the mat then bounced, doing a reverse summersault to lean against the ropes. Ravena lined herself up with Makuta then ran to the parallel ropes, bouncing off of them and then came running back, throwing herself horizontal and then nailed Makuta with his own finisher, the 369.

Makuta fell forward, his butt sticking up in the air still. Ravena grinned a bit then made sure she was still lined up with him before running to the parallel ropes, bouncing off of them and came running back, throwing herself horizontal again as she came to the ropes. She swung around, aimming for Makuta's rear end this time...only to get kicked right in the ribs! Ravena collapsed across the ropes as Makuta stood up, rubbing his back a bit. Makuta turned around, picking Ravena up off the ropes and then hefted her up across his shoulders, holding her there for a second before slamming her down with the all too familiar Death Valley Driver. Makuta slowly stood back up, glancing around to check for anybody who might interfere with the match before flopping down across Ravena, Grey Fox sliding around to check for rope breaks and such before starting the count."One....two....three!" Grey Fox stood up, quickly signalling for the bell.

DING DING DING!

"And your winner, through pinfall, and STILL your TV Champion...MAKUTA!" Faint exploded across the PA system again as Makuta stood up, raising his arm up as he did so. The crowd roared their approval as they saw that Makuta was still their champion. Makuta turned, getting handed his TV Championship Belt. He hopped out of the ring, slowly ascending the ramp. At the top he turned around, raising his belt up to the crowd, grinning. He then disappeared backstage, Faint fading out a few seconds later.

Victor Cross enters the ring, the crowd quieting down in anticipation of the next match. "The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a qualifying round for the Garden of Evil!"

"Superbeast" by Rob Zombie blares over the Barton Arena and the crowd immediately begins to boo. "Introducing first, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 240 lbs...Bryan Kutterman!" Kutterman appears at the top of the ramp, glancing out over the crowd for a moment, then heads down the ramp, ignoring the jeers, stepping up the ring steps and moving through the ropes, doing a few stretches before heading over to a corner as Superbeast fades out.

OHHH YEAAAHHH!!!

The crowd immediately erupts into cheers as "Live for the Moment" by Monster Magnet resounds over the arena. "And his opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 275 lbs...Darson Grays!" Dar emerges from the curtains, his longcoat flowing around him as he lifts his arms up into an X at the top of the ramp, four shots of red pyro shooting off in order across the top of the ramp, rather than down the sides like usual, then coming back across, then shooting off at once as Dar brings his arms down and begins to walk down the ramp.

Vic "The Voice" Hartman: Dar said he was going to reveal to everyone who his knew love interest is...I wonder when?
James "Headhunter" Sharpton: Hopefully soon...And hopefully Dar has good taste.

Dar, rather than sliding under the bottom ropes as usual, climbs up the steel steps, then stops at the corner of the ring, looking back toward the entrance ramp as his entrance music fades out. The crowd immemidately quiets down, sure that this meant Dar was going to reveal who the woman was, tension filling the air...

That immediately turning into cheers as the opening solo of "Painted Black" by the Rolling Stones fills the arena, the crowd immediately getting onto their feet.

I see a red door and I want it painted black...
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black...

The main beat of the song hits and Ravena appears at the top of the entrance ramp amidst a flock of holographic ravens. She smiles out to the crowd, many fans cheering, others demanding she drink their blood. Ravena heads down the ramp, following Dar up onto the steel steps, Dar smiling widely. He pushes down on the middle rope and pulls the top rope up for her, Ravena slipping through the gap and raising her arms out to the crowd as she enters the ring, receiving many cheers from the fans. Dar follows after her, walking over to the bottom right corner as Ravena heads to the top left, each one getting up on the middle ropes, Dar raising his arms up in an X, Ravena simply raising her arms up, more cheers resounding from the arena. Finally, they both jump back down to the ramp, Kutterman glaring daggers as he leans against a corner. Ravena slides out under the bottom rope, standing near the corner of the ring. Dar pulls off his longcoat and hands it to an official, then turns to walk to the center of the ring with Kutterman.

Senior referee Joe Schmoe checks to make sure both of them are ready, then motions for the bell to be rung. "DING DING DING!"

Kutterman and Dar circle around each other for a few moments, their eyes locked, then go into a grapple, each one fighting for a moment, but Dar wins, forcing Kutterman back into a corner, following it up with three hard chops, each one earning a "WOOO!" from the crowd. Kutterman is dazed from the attack, but doesn't give him a moment's rest, immediately whipping Kutterman into the opposite corner, running forward and hitting a hard Clothesline, bashing Kutterman back into the corner. Dar steps backward as Kutterman stumbles forward, then picks him up into a Fireman's Carry Slam. Kutterman gets up after a few seconds, right into a Running Shoulderblock from Dar. Dar crouches down near the ropes, waving his hands for Kutterman to get up and attack.

Hartman: Hmm, Dar seems to be a little more aggresive in this match, for some reason.
Sharpton: Kutterman hasn't done anything for Dar to be angry at him! That's just being unsportly.
Hartman: ...
Sharpton: What?!
Hartman: I think that's the first time I've ever heard you say that.
Sharpton: Hmph.

Kuterman gets up after a few moments, glaring at Dar, then runs forward in an attempt of a Rising Knee, but Dar grabs Kutterman's leg. Kutterman looks like he's about to go for an Inzuigiri, but Dar just pushes Kutterman's leg up, throwing him off balance and making him flip over to land on his stomach. The crowd is a little confused at this point, wondering why Dar is being so aggresive, but not really minding, seeing as they want Dar to win anyway. Kutterman suddenly shoots his arm out, grabbing Dar's leg and pulling it forward, making Dar topple backwards, barely catching himself by wrapping his arms around the top rope. Kutterman quickly gets up while Dar untangles himself, suddenly hitting Dar with a hard Dropkick, sending Dar up over the top rope and out of the ring to boos from the crowd, giving himself a few moments to catch his breath after Dar's sudden onslaught.

Sharpton: It's about time Kutterman got an offensive going...
Hartman: Dar wants to win this match, obviously.
Sharpton: He's obsessed with taking Big Daddy's title!
Hartman: I will admit, Dar does want that belt pretty bad.
Sharpton: See?! He's insane!
Hartman: Now, I wouldn't say that...
Sharpton: Playing favorites?
Hartman: Like you don't?
Sharpton: Back to the match...

Dar gets up fairly quickly though, shaking out the cobwebs and sliding in under the bottom rope, barely dodging a Baseball Slide from Kutterman, rolling up to a standing position as Kutterman gets up, immediately coming in with a flurry of punches, ending in a hard chop that takes Kutterman down to the mat. Kutterman scrambles back up, ducking under a Clothesline from Dar and pulling him down into an Edge O'Matic, finally stopping Dar for a few moments. Kutterman shakes his head quickly, then pulls Dar's legs back into a pin, and Joe slides in. "1..." Dar kicks out right before two, then suddenly sits up grabs Kutterman around the waist, pulling him up over him and slamming him down into a modified Powerbomb, holding Kutterman down for a pin. "1...2..." Kutterman pulls a shoulder up, then suddenly shoots his legs forward hard into Dar's face, knocking Dar down and rolling backwards up out of the way.

Hartman: Wow, Kutterman has to pull out all the stops just to keep to keep Dar from getting a chain of attacks going!
Sharpton: Now, Vic, you can' t tell me that not letting your opponent even get an attack off is fair.
Hartman: This coming from the man that cheers for weapon attacks?
Sharpton ....

Dar finally seems to have been dazed from the hard shot to the face, clutching his face as he lays on the ground. Kutterman quickly comes over and repeatedly stomps on Dar's chest and neck before finally being pulled away by Joe, getting a chiding. Kutterman ignores him, pushing him away as Dar gets up and comes forward with a Clothesline, but Dar ducks under it, turning around as Kutterman bounces off the ropes, picking him up as he comes back and pulling him into a huge Exploding Suplex. Dar looks like he's about to pull Kutterman into a pin, then decides not to, moving off to the side and waiting for him to get up. Kutterman gets up after a few moments, holding his back, then looking around, barely dodging a Big Boot from Dar, hitting a Side German Suplex. Dar gets up almost immediately, Kutterman staring at him for a moment, again barely dodging a Clothesline, hitting a Chop Block from behind and taking Dar down. This time, Kutterman had hit Dar's injured leg, and thus managed to keep Dar down for a few moments.

Hartman: It seems like the only way Kutterman is going to do some damage to Dar is to attack his injured spots: His right leg and his back.
Sharpton: DO YOU HEAR THAT KUTTERMAN?! ATTACK HIS BACK! AND HIS RIGHT LEG!!!
Hartman: ...We're too far away from the ring, Jim. He can't hear you.
Sharpton: Dammit!

Kutterman glances back at the announcing table near the BarTron, having heard an inchoherent scream from the table. Raising an eyebrow, he makes a face indicating he has no idea what Sharpton just said. Meanwhile, he turns around right into a waistlock from Dar, who pulls him up into a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Dar follows with a pin, and Joe slides in. "1...2..." Kutterman kicks out, immediately getting up and grabbing Dar's leg, flipping him over into a Leg Lace Takedown, following by stomping on the inside of Dar's knee repeatedly until he's finally told to move away by Joe. Dar cringes, grabbing his knee and holding it up near his stomach, Ravena looking a little worried. Kutterman looks down at Dar, then grins, pulling Dar's legs up and crossing one over the other into a "4" shape, locking his legs in and pulling Dar into a classic Figure Four Leg Lock. Dar writhes on the ground, trying desperately to pull out of the maneuver, fighting for the ropes, but he's in the middle of the ring.

Sharpton: Ha! See? He did hear me!
Hartman: Jim, I believe Kutterman has enough wrestling knowledge to know to use a Leg-Oriented submission maneuver when his opponent's leg is injured. Without your advice.
Sharpton: Meh. I had to be sure.

Dar, after realizing that there's no way he's going to get to the ropes, slowly starts to turn over to his side, trying to reverse the maneuver to put the pressure on Kutterman instead. Kutterman fights him though, turning the opposite way, each one fighting for control, but Dar's abdominal strength finally wins out, flipping over onto his stomach and pulling Kutterman onto his stomach as well, now reversing the pressure, wrenching on Kutterman's leg. Kutterman does the same thing as Dar, fighting to go towards the ropes, but Kutterman manages to make it to a set, latching his hand onto the bottom rope and holding on for dear life. Dar breaks the move as soon as Joe informs him that Kutterman has grabbed the ropes, rolling over onto his back and holding his knee again, hoping that he has a moment to rub the pain away before Kutterman gets back up. Dar doesn't have long, but Kutterman gets up relatively quickly, and Dar forces himself to get up and join him at a vertical base.

Hartman: Well, Dar seems to have reversed the maneuver quite well.
Shartpon: Hmph...I'm surprised Dar isn't back on the attack already.
Hartman: After those counters from Kutterman, I'd relax too.
Sharpton: Countering? More like outsmarting.

Dar and Kutterman lock into another grapple, Dar pushing Kutterman back toward the ropes, pushing him against them and then whipping him into the opposite set. Kutterman manages to stop himself though, wrapping his arms around the top rope again, motioning for Dar to attack. Dar charges forward, but suddenly stops himself a foot or so away from Kutterman, who reached for him too early, stumbling forward right into a Front Facelock from Dar. Dar lifts Kutterman's arm over his head, then pulls him up into a Vertical Suplex position, but ends up pulling him down into a Suplex Powerbomb, driving Kutterman's back into the mat. Dar gets up, walking back to the corner and leaning into it, watching as Kutterman slowly got back up. This time, Dar does the taunting, calling for Kutterman to attack. Kutterman runs forward, only to get lifted up by Dar and get slammed down in a Snake Eyes right onto the top turnbuckle. Kutterman lays on the ground, clutching his face as the crowd cheers.

Hartman: It seems like Dar is now outsmarting Kutterman.
Sharpton: Everybody makes mistakes, Vic.
Hartman: Right.

Dar grabs Kutterman's legs, moving him a bit, then falling backwards into a Slingshot Catapult...Only to slam Kutterman's face into the underside of the top turnbuckle. Kutterman is reeling now, barely even knowing where he is, his face close to busting open. Dar pulls Kutterman out of the corner, looking out over the crowd before grabbing him by the arm and whipping him outwards, but at the full extension of the arms, Dar pulls him back and spins around behind him, ending up with Kutterman in a Front Facelock, falling backwards and hitting a Backspin DDT. The crowd erupted into cheers, knowing that, with Dar having worked on Kutterman's face, he was almost sure to get a pin. Dar apparently followed that view, as he moved over Kutterman, hooking his leg and pulling him into a pin. Joe slides in, the crowd counting with him. "1...2...TH" Kutterman gets a shoulder up! The crowd is stunned, as is Dar, blinking down at Kutterman, then pulls him into another pin. "1...2..." Kutterman kicks out this time, rolling away from Dar before he could cover again.

Hartman: Wow, Dar is doing everything possible to end this match quickly.
Sharpton: Because he knows Kutterman can beat him if he just slips up once!
Hartman: ...Or he could just be trying to end the match to make sure he doesn't accidentally get injured before Ragnarok.
Sharpton: Sure. You just keep thinking that.

Dar stood up, picking up Kutterman with him, only to get his arms knocked away, then get thrown into the ropes, getting picked up into a huge Turn-Around Spinebuster. Dar arches his back on the ground, cringing from the attack to his injured spine. Kutterman moves up, but clutches one arm, looking like it had taken quite a bit to lift Dar up into that move. Kutterman immediately moves over and kicks Dar onto his stomach, then follows with a Knee Drop right into Dar's lower back, making Dar cry out. Kutterman quickly picks Dar up, whipping him into the ropes once again and pulling him into a huge STO, driving Dar back down into the mat. Dar arches again, the move having been concentrated on his spine and the back of his head. Kutterman gets up and stomps on Dar's knee, then kicks him over onto his stomach as Joe nears, about to tell Kutterman to back off, but instead slides in next to Dar's head as Kutterman steps over Dar's back and grabs his legs, pulling them back and locking in a Boston Crab.

Sharpton: See?! He's following my advice!
Hartman: Once again, Jim, I think he's doing that with his own brainpower. Not that he wouldn't be able to take much from you anyway.
Sharpton: ...Stupid laws against assault...

Kutterman wrenches back on Dar's legs, keeping the maneuver locked in. Dar cries out again, fighting forward and trying to drag himself toward a set of ropes. Unfortunately, there was no way to reverse this maneuver. Dar slowly starts to crawl forward, despite Kutterman's effort to keep him in one place, having to keep his legs locked as well. Dar continues to push himself forward, barely getting any leverage on the smooth mat, but soon reaches a set of ropes, his hand less than an inch away, his fingers brushing over the bottom rope...Then gets pulled away again by Kutterman. Dar cries out again, trying to move forward, then slowly collapses limply. Joe waits for a moment, then lifts up Dar's arm. It falls limply to the mat. Joe lifts it up again. Again, it falls. Joe lifts Dar's arm up one more time...And it stays up! Ravena turns to the crowd, starting a clap, the crowd getting on their feet and joining in, clapping in a steadily faster rhythm as Dar clenches his fist repeatedly, lifting his head up and moving back toward the ropes slowly, the crowd cheering loudly, Kutterman starting to get tired from keeping the move locked in for so long. Dar finally grabs the bottom rope, but Kutterman holds on all the way up to the four count, finally breaking the maneuver and moving off.

Sharpton: I'm not so sure if I'm okay with having Ravena next to the ring...She could help Dar.
Hartman: *sarcastically* Oh, but then you'd have no one to stare at.
Sharpton: True, true...
Hartman: ...

Dar clutches his lower back, still cringing and laying his head against the mat, trying to catch his breath. Kutterman goes in for a stomp to the back, but Joe pushes him back before he can, telling Kuterman to back off quite forcefully. Kutterman glares at Joe, looking like he's about to take a shot at him, then steps off. Dar gets up after a few more moments, his hand still resting against his back, then takes a deep breath, straightening up and looking over at Kutterman, nodding to him and walking forward, both of them beginning to circle again. They lock up into a grapple, fighting for a moment, but Kutterman wins this time, forcing Dar back into the corner and hitting a hard forearm shot to the side of his head, then grabs the middle ropes and driving his shoulder into Dar's gut, which also slams Dar's back against the turnbuckles. After the third one, Kutterman baks off and Dar slumps to the ground in a sitting position, his arms layed across the middle ropes. Kutterman backs up to about the middle of the ring, then runs forward, jumping up and driving his knee right into Dar's face to boos from the crowd. Dar slumps limply out of the corner, looking pretty dazed from the attack.

Sharpton: And Kutterman's right back on the offensive! I think he's been studying my old wrestling tapes.
Hartman: ...Jim, you've never wrestled in your life.
Sharpton: Psh, I was a hardcore underground wrestler. You've probably just never heard of me.
Hartman: Ah, yes. Let me guess, you were the "Headhunter", right?
Sharpton: *sarcastically* Well, aren't you the detective?
Hartman: Ugh...

Kutterman picks up Dar and lifts him up onto his shoulders, even though it looked like he was about to collapse under Dar, then falls to the left, driving Dar's head into the ground in a perfect Death Valley Driver. Dar lays blankly on the mat, looking pretty dazed, but Kutterman doesn't go for a cover, picking up Dar and whipping him into the into the corner, only to have his whip reversed and be whipped into the corner. Dar runs over in an attempt of a Clothesline, but Kutterman ducks out of the way this time, and Dar slams his chest into the turnbuckles. Kutterman immediately takes advantage, bending Dar over backwards into an Inverted Facelock, then climbed up onto the second turnbuckle, then fell backwards, driving Dar's head into the mat with an Elevated Reverse DDT. The crowd boos, and Ravena looks a little worried again. Kutterman takes a moment to catch his breath, then walks over and picks up Dar, only to get his hands knocked away and get pulled down into a Standing Head Scissors, the crowd erupting into cheers, knowing the Powerbomb Combo was coming next. Their cheers quickly turn to boos, however, as Kutterman grabs Dar's legs and pulls them out from under him, holding them up and stepping through them, twisting them over his leg and turning around, LOCKING IN THE CROSS HAIRS!!!

Sharpton: Cross Hairs! No way Dar isn't going to tap out of this one!
Hartman: No doubt about it, Dar is in trouble now. Espescially with that injured leg.

Dar cries out once again, fighting to move toward the very close ropes, but Kutterman starts to move him away, desperately trying to move forward, but only after a few seconds with the move locked in, Dar grabs the bottom rope. Kutterman holds on as long as possible, all the way through the four count. Joe gives him a chiding afterwards, which Kutterman would probably be used to by now, but Kutterman apparently loses his temper, shoving Joe back...Only to get shoved right back from Joe! Kutterman looks surprised at this, but Joe just yells at him some more, making some motions that actually looks like indications to attack. Kutterman just shrugs, shooting his hand forward and locking it around Joe's throat, spinning around him around in a MASH SLAM! MASH SLAM TO JOE SCHOME!!! The fans are stunned at this, and Joe is obviously out. Kutterman smirks down at Joe, giving him a few choice words, even though its' pretty obvious Joe can't hear him. Kutterman turns around, looking down at Dar, who was still trying to gather up his strength to get up after the excruciating Cross Hairs.

Hartman: BAH GAWD! Kutterman just Mash Slammed Joe Schmoe!
Sharpton: That's what he gets for insulting Kutterman!
Hartman: Kutterman should be disqualified!
Sharpton: Well, with no ref, that's not going to happen, is it?

Kutterman slides out of the ring, then lifts up the ring apron, then suddenly pulls out the steel bat! Kutterman slides back into the ring, and Dar is slowly getting up at this point, clutching his knee. Kutterman bashes the bat down on the mat, then holds it up in a classic baseball position, Ravena pointing behind Dar, telling him to watch out. Dar raisies an eyebrow, turning around...RIGHT INTO A HUGE SWING FROM KUTTERMAN!!! Dar falls to the mat, completely dazed, blood starting to trickle down his forehead. Kutterman grins, dropping the mat to the ground and sliding back out of the ring, searching under the ring apron again and pulling out a table! Kutterman slides it into the ring, then follows it, walking over and picking it up, then setting it up in the middle of the ring, walking back over to Dar, obviously intending to slam Dar down through it, but the crowd begins to cheer. Kutterman lets go of Dar, turning around to see someone running down through the crowd to the ring. As the man vaults up over the barrier, Kutterman's eyes widen as he sees that the man is none other than ROCKY!!! Rocky slides into the ring, motioning for Kutterman to attack, a strange fire in his eyes. Kutterman comes forward for Clothesline, but Rocky ducks under it, grabbing Kutterman from behind and spinning him around to face him, hitting him with a flurry of right hands and backing Kutterman back into the ropes, dazing Kutterman, then pulls him over to the table, laying Kutterman on it, then climbing up onto it as well. Kutterman is still too dazed from the hard right hands to react as Rocky pulls him into a Front Facelock, looking out over the crowd before lifting Kutterman up, then grins, DRIVING KUTTERMAN THROUGH THE TABLE WITH A JACKHAMMER!!!

Sharpton: Dammit! Kutterman had that match won!
Hartman: That's what he gets for interfering with Rocky's match last week.

Rocky gets up, talking some more trash to Kutterman for a few moments, then walks over to the slowly recovering Dar, helping him up and motioning towards Kutterman. Dar looks at Kutterman, then back to Rocky, then nods, walking over and covering Kutterman with a Lateral Press, Rocky walking over and shaking Joe Schmoe, finally getting him to come around, motioning toward the pin. Joe slowly crawls over, counting slowly. "ONE....TWO...THREE!!!"

Sharpton: NOOOOO!!!
Hartman: Dar's going to the Garden of Evil! He's going to have a shot at the title at Ragnarok!

"Live for the Moment" blares over the arena again as Ravena slides into the ring, helping Dar up and over to the steel steps, both of them walking back up the ramp to where Rocky was waiting. Dar looks over at Rocky for a moment, then offers his hand to him. Rocky glances down at the hand, then back up to Dar, then nods, smiling a bit as he takes Dar's hand, lifting it up into the air, and Dar follows suit with Ravena's hand, all three of them, holding their arms up to the crowd, who is still cheering extremely loudly, then exit to the back as officials go down to the ring to help Kutterman.

OOC: Well the matches are a bit out of order this week to say the least but anyway Rocky asked me to post this for him.

Hartman: Wow, its been another great Madness so far and it looks to only be getting better.
Sharpton: Yes. I hear the next match is a Number One Contender match for the Gaia title.
Hartman: Yep. Not only that, its a tie-braker.
Shapton: Hm?
Hartman: Rocky gained a pin over Kage once and Kage did the same to Rocky in another situation. Speaking of Kage, what is up with his recent lunatic attitude?
Sharpton: Got no clue, but I like it. He bashed Xunkai to smithereens.
Hartman: Maybe that's what he will do to Rocky, tonight.
Sharpton: Isn't Rocky still injured from F2B?
Hartman: Yeah and his beating from Punisher didn't help a bit.

The attention of the crowd who were conversing between themselves is drawn to the ring as Vic Cross positions himself in the middle of the ring.

"The following contest is a Number One Contender spot for the Gaia Championship and is scheduled for one fall!"

"ONE OF A KIND!!!"

Just as Vic finishes, One of a Kind tears through the Barton Town Arena. Walking through in a cocky stumble is Rocky. The crowd responds in roars of cheers as he came clear into view now. His ribs/back was taped once again, not having a chance to heal as it was constantly injured. The bandages on his forehead were taken off but there remained a band-aid to where the wound was re-opened. But it didn't seem as if these made Rocky less energetic as he walked down the ramp, going off it at times to high-five a few of the crowd.

"Introducing first from Toronto, Canada, weighing in at 260 pounds... Rocky!"

By this time, Rocky had climbed up the steps and into the ring. He then walks up to the far-east turnbuckles and climbs up on each, raising his hands up high. He then steps off the last turnbuckle, pacing around the ring while he removes his shirt and other misc.

Just then Suffocate by Motorgrater starts as the jeers already began piling up. Slowly, Raymond Kage comes to clear through the back, the jeers climbing higher on his appearance. He had that same sadistic smirk from when he viciously assualted Xunkai backstage. Those bloodshot eyes of his were locked with Rocky's own as Kage walked down the ramp, ignoring the jeers of the crowd.

"And his opponent from Kelowna, British Columbia, weighing in at 210 pounds.. 'The Rage in the Kage'.. Raymond Kage!"

By now, Kage had stepped into the ring and immediatly after he does so, he charges up to Rocky so that they are nose-to-nose, neither giving ground to the other. They both start to whisper things to eachother, probably threats. The seemed to as determined as hell to defeat the other and earn that Number One Contender spot.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings as this match officially gets underway. Referee Grey Fox steps inbetween Rocky and Kage, splitting them up from their threat-fest. The two competiters began to circle eachother, eyes completely concentrated on the other. Then they both lock up, both struggling to get the upperhand. Then, Raymond Kage viciously gets the offense with a Head Vice on Rocky. With massive strength, Kage squeezes Rocky's head with his arm, hoping to squeeze the life out of him. Eventually, Kage not getting the result he wanted, changes it to a Russian Legsweep as he takes down Rocky. With Rocky on the ground, Kage mounts him, delivering a barrage of closed fists right to the head of Rocky. Then an insane smile creeps up on Kage as he grabs Rocky by the hair and viciously pounds his head to the ground repeatedly. Eventually, Grey Fox tells him to cut it out and Kage does so, having no other choice. Kage quickly gets to his feet and waits against an opposite ropes, stalking Rocky to his feet. Rocky slowly gets up, slightly dazed from Kage's assualt. Kage then launches himself towards Rocky with a Spinning Heel Kick. This causes Rocky to double over and into the turnbuckle. Kage then takes his chance as he mounts the turnbuckle on the second rope and continues to rabidly slug Rocky right on his injured forehead. Rocky then in grabs Kage's hips and knocks him of of himself in desperation. Kage then charges back into the turnbuckle to continue his attack but runs right into a Big Boot to the face by Rocky.

Rocky then pulls him to the middle of the ring before sitting him up and locking in a Chinlock, hoping to wear him out. He continues to hold the lock, applying great pressure to Kage's neck. Rocky then hooks Kage's right arm and locks in a Half-Nelson with the Chinlock still applied. Referee Grey Fox asks Kage if he wants to submit but he denies each time. Finally getting the energy in him, Kage gets to his feet and fights of Rocky with his free arm. Kage then hopes to gain the offense with a right hand but it is blocked by Rocky. He then follows it up with his own right hand to Kage and a knee to the ribs. Rocky then grabs Kage by the shoulders and Irish Whips him into the turnbuckle. Kage literally buckles back from the impact and doubles over right into a Spine Buster by Rocky. Cover.
1..2.. Kickout by Kage.

With Kage on the ground, Rocky stomps at his chest and follows it up with leg drop. Rocky then grabs Kage by the head and yanks him up before giving him a knee to the ribs. He then whips Kage towards the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Kage ducks it and hits a dropkick to the back of Rocky. The move was more of desperation than it was of power so it caused Rocky to double over than to knock him of his feet. But Kage follows it up with a Enziguri. This sends Rocky to the floor, face first. With Rocky on his stomach, Kage sits on his back and mercylessly pulls back on his head. He then applies a Half-Nelson Choke Hold but Rocky struggles in his grasp and uses his big arms to get Kage to loosen the hold. But Kage doesn't give up as he twists Rocky's otehr arm and locks in a Back Mounted Full-Nelson. Rocky yells out in pain but eventually Kage lets go, from now being able to keep it locked in on the bigger man for long. Kage is the first to his feet as he quickly climbs up the turnbuckle. After he got to the second turnbuckle, he turnsaround and hits a crossbody at Rocky who just got up. Then Kage onceagain grabs Rocky's hair before insaningly slamming his head to the mat. Kage then yanks up Rocky before power whiping him into the opposite turnbuckle. Rocky's injured forehead and ribs collide with great impact against the turnbuckle.
A dazed Rocky doubles over from the impact only to receiver a dropkick to the forehead. This seemed to have knocked Rocky out cold as Kage scrambles over for a pin.

1..2..Shoulder up by Rocky. Kage looks up with a loud grunt. He was then glaring daggers at Grey Fox before hitting a kneedrop to the neck of Rocky. Kage yanks up Rocky and looks towards the crowd with that smirk of his, signalling that it was over. He then applied a side headlock at Rocky and runs towards the corner and up the ropes, going to hit a Twisting Bulldog (Dudley Dog) on Rocky. But as Kage was about to land the manuever, Rocky shifted Kage and pulled of a huge ATOMIC DROP! Kage cringes in pain as he is bent over. Rocky sees this and takes his chance and lands a Lariat Bulldog. Rocky lifts up Kage only to hit him with a huge right hand. A half-dazed Kage doubles over from the punch and attempts one of his own. But Rocky blocks it and whips him to a corner for his efforts. Kage then instead of violently colliding with the turnbuckle, he climbs up the ropes and turns around hoping to hit another Crossbody. But Rocky sees it coming and lets Kage fly right into a huge Boot to the face!

Rocky then pulls up Kage and grapples before sending crashing down on a backbreaker drop. But he doesn't let go of Kage on his knee. Rocky then pushes down on Kage's head and thigh, locking in a Cross Knee Backbreaker. It seems as if the bigger man has locked it in good and delivering massive pain to the spine of Kage. Eventually, Kage gets the energy to get Rocky to loosen the hold with a shot to the head by his free leg. He then gives Rocky another to get him to loosen ever more and a third kick causes him to release Kage. Kage quickly gains the offense with a quick knee drop to the forehead of Rocky. Then both wrestlers get to their feet around the same time. As a groggy Rocky walks towards his opponent, Kage whips him to the parallel ropes and as Rocky comes back, he gets a huge Death Valley bomb by Kage. And he follows it up with another knee drop, concentrating heavily on that injured forehead. Kage then mounts Rocky again and starts his vicious slug fest once again before literally grinding his knee into the exact spot of his forehead that had been injured before. Before Ref. Fox could finish the count up to five, Kage lets go.
Kage gives out another menancing smirk before climbing up the turnbuckle and waiting for Rocky to get up to strike him. As Rocky slowly got balance and to his feet, he turns around to see Kage who was coming down with a Double Axe Handle Smash from the top turnbuckle, hoping to connect it to Rocky's skull. But Rocky somehow quickly reverses it by grabbing onto his arm and bringing him down to lock in a.. Crossface!

Rocky has the crossface locked in! Kage desperately tries to break free and get to the ropes. But Rocky has it locked in good and doesn't seem like he will let Kage do so. But Kage realises his leg was closed to the ropes and gathers the energy despite the sharp pain of the crossface to move his leg onto the ropes. He does so and Rocky has no choice but to let go. But Rocky won't give up that easily as he is the first one up and he stalks Kage, waiting for him to get up. Kage was coughing, holding his neck from the pressure of that hold. But eventually he slowly gets up, his back towards Rocky, unaware of what will happen next. But Rocky spins him around and puts him in a front face lock. Nearly everyone in the arena knew what was going to happen next as Rocky pulled up Kage in the vertical suplex position. Avalanche time! But wait! Just as Rocky was about to land his finisher, Kage struggles and fidgets in air, causing Rocky to lose grip on him. Kage then falls behind Rocky on his feet. Wasting no time, Kage twists Rocky around so he is facing him and then puts Rocky in a waistlock before hitting a Inverted Atomic Drop to Rocky! Rocky cringes and groans in pain But Kage doesn't waste a second as he grapples at Rocky and hits his SPIRE DRIVER! Oh! Rocky's head buckled off the ground from the impact. Kage then turns Rocky to his front and goes for the cover. Rocky's forehead was slightly dripping blood, now reoppened thanks to the Spire Driver. Cover!
1..2.. THREE!

Kage wins it! The crowd starts in another barrage of jeers, showing their hate for Kage winning the match and a titleshot against Steve Twist. Kage slides out the ring before the referee could raise his hand. He could not believe it. He defeated Rocky and now will be facing Steve Twist for the title. He had a huge smirk on his face. Suffocate starts to boom through the Barton Arena.

"And you winner and the Number One Conteder for the Gaia Championship.. Raymond Kage!"
Kage raises his arms, backing up the ramp. He shoots Rocky a victorious smirk before walking back up the ramp. Rocky looks up as Kage walks away, still on the ground and clutching his forehead. But Rocky slowly gets up, to the massive cheers of the crowd. With a slight grin for the crowd, Rocky exits the ring and ups the ramp backstage.