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The crowd begins to shout as the arena goes white and pictures of mosques, churches, temples, and religious ceremonies from many different religions appear on the striketron. Pictures of people enjoying picnics, a baby being born, a couple dancing, etc. appear on the jumbotron. As the fans begin to cheer a light shines onto the ramp as the pictures on the jumbotron change to a big grey screen.

“Black Angel, White Angel” by Danzig hits the pa as a beautiful image of a flower blooming appears on the jumbotron. The arena is plunged into deep white, which flashes into blue every other second, than back into white. A heavenly call is sent out over the pa as a group of people appears from behind the curtain. They are all wearing white and they all take spots at the side of the ramp way and kow-tow every now and then sitting up and holding their hearts and arms open to the sky.

Galahad Alexander walks from behind the curtains, dressed in a ceremonial robe. It's white and drags the ground behind him for a good ten feet. The crowd beings to cheer, but most of them are in awe of him as he walks towards the ring with great stride. He smiles to the crowd with a kindly smile, one that you would find on a nice old grandfather. Comfortable images display on the jumbotron,

Traditional families eating traditional dinners, watching traditional television, playing with traditional toys. Galahad makes his way to the ring nodding towards the fans, who, in turn, cheer him. Climbing into the ring, he removes his robe, revealing his wrestling gear beneath it. He goes to the back turnbuckle and bows to the fans.

With Sean Rollins already standing in the ring, the Television Champion kneels on the ground and kow-tows towards the ramp. He sits up and holds his arms open towards the sky like the people on the ramp were doing earlier. However, he only does this once while they did it for his whole entrance.

Rollins takes a dive at Galahad, starting the match. The bell rings and when Galahad is back up onto his feet, they get right in there, pummelling one another until Rollins stumbles back and Alexander hits a Cactus clothesline sending them both to the outside. Galahad lands on his feet and lifts Rollins up.

Rollins strikes out though and starts hitting him until the older man falls back over the steel steps. Rollins runs up them and then jumps off, hitting Galahad with a leg drop from the apron. The fans start cheering as Rollins rolls the old man back into the ring.

AS: He might be on a losing streak, but you know, sometimes, Rollins is capable of showing that he is a deserving part of the roster. That TV title might be his by the end of this match.

SM: I think I’ll feel safer if I put my bets on Galahad. I don’t know why… but it might have something to do with me believing that Rollins a hopeless ‘nigga’.

Galahad trips Sean up with a drop toe hold and follows it up with a stomp on the back of the head. Rollins grabs the ankle, bringing his opponent down onto his hands and knees. Like a bulldog, Rollins is up and tries to hit a deadlock German suplex, but Alexander is smart and grabs the ropes.

The ref forces Rollins to release the hold, giving Galahad the time to swipe out and hit the double monkey punch, then he runs up and throws Rollins down with a judo toss. Jumping up and dropping a double knee, Alexander goes for the pin.

ONE! TWO!

Sean kicks out and Alexander sprints off faster than you would expect the old man to move and climbs to the top rope. With the target set, as soon as Rollins is back onto his feet, Galahad hits the missile dropkick and goes for another pin.

ONE! TWO! THR-

AS: Sean Rollins definitely has his eyes set on this Television Title!

As Galahad walks off, Rollins scissor sweeps his opponents legs out from underneath him. Quickly getting up, he locks in the sharpshooter and his old opponent starts groaning in pain. The fans start cheering as Alexander starts crawling to the ropes. Then he starts reaching… reaching… He grabs the ropes!

SM: That was a close one.

Rollins punches Alexander in the back of the head while dragging him up and hits him with a hard hitting German suplex!

Sean quickly locks in the STF, dragging it out into the centre of the ring. The fans cheer louder this time, yet somehow, Alexander moves across the ring and grabs the ropes again! Rollins looks at his exhausted opponent and forces him up to hit another heavy German suplex on Galahad, dropping him on the back of the neck. This time he locks in the ‘Prison Breakdown’ and Alexander is literally shouting out in pain.

The fans adore this, and they are louder still! It seems to be the only thing that drives Alexander out to the ropes for a third time! Rollins goes ballistic and in the middle of his temper tantrum, he somehow manages to inadvertently knock out the referee. Seeing this, he slides out of the ring straight away and at first it looks like he’s trying to get help, but then he peels the TV title out from it’s hiding place and storms the ring.

AS: Uh-oh, this one cannot be good!

Rollins lets Alexander get to his feet three times and each time he hits him down hard with the TV title belt. Each time Alexander is busted open a little much. Blood is pissing out of the wounds by the time Galahad slips past his younger opponent and out of no where hits Sean Rollins with the Wonder of Grace!

Alexander looks too tired though and even though Rollins looks like he’s out cold, both Alexander and the ref are out of it. A quiet chant from the fans starts at first but it builds and builds until the whole arena is stormed with excitement.

SM: The fans are really behind both of these guys.

AS: Well, you know, they’re both fan favourites… The hardest thing about this match has to be who you choose to support!

Both men seem to get up at the same time and swagger aimlessly around the ring trying to gather their bearings until they fall right into one another. They tumble back into the ropes and on the rebound they both go at one another, throwing punches and kicks. Galahad, with his martial arts experience and Rollins… with that street jive. Whatever.

Galahad hits the outside crescent kick and grabs Rollins, hitting three German suplexes, each of them getting a louder ‘OOOH’ than the one before. Rollins still gets up though. At high speeds, the TV champ goes for Divine Retribution and nearly connects, but the nimble Rollins dodges. He poses and gets the crowd starting up a chant of his name.

This however, turns out to be a mistake as Galahad smacks Rollins over the head with the title, sending him down and the fans start cheering for Alexander instead! The more experienced fight in Galahad drapes the TV title over Rollins and he climbs the turnbuckle. With a little hand clapping, Alexander leaps off for the Spiritualize!

SM: Oh my God! That might be a perfect moonsault, but Rollins has just moved out of the way, leaving just the title there!

AS: OOOMF!

Galahad lands right over the title with Rollins well out of the way. The TV champ falls backwards holding his ribs in agony when the referee starts to stir from being knocked out. Rollins picks up Galahad and hooks the leg.

SM: Oh no! Rollins is going to steal this one! With the referee looking, Rollins hits the 187 in the centre of the ring!

AS: He covers!

ONE! TWO! THREE!

The lights in the arena dim and then fade completely out. Suddenly two huge, gold lightning bolts strike the sides of the stage. Blue pyro goes off from the points of impact and move to the center of the stage to meet in one giant explosion. "Swan Dive" by (hed) P.E. begins to blare over the sound system. Red strobe lights then begin to flash about the arena. Just before the song picks up, you can hear a voice say...

"In Shawn We Trust... Mortal..."

Followed by an extremely cocky chuckle. The crowd rises to their feet with horrendous boos as they know who is to come. "The Answer" Shawn Walsh emerges from the backstage area wearing a black, leather jacket and a pair of black sunglasses. He has on no shirt and wears a pair of baggy, crimson pants.

Amanda Summers: Now on his way to the ring... From Jacksonville, Florida... "The Answer" SHAWN WALSH!!!!

Walsh smirks and struts down to the ring, making obscene gestures at the fans, causing them go even more insane with hatred. Walsh reaches the ring and jumps up onto the apron. He chuckles and paces back and forth for a moment before leaping over the top rope and into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms to the crowd, getting even more boos. He blows sarcastic kisses out to his "fans". Walsh jumps down and strips himself of his jacket. He throws his glasses towards the first row of the arena, in an attempt to hit - and hopefully injure - a fan.

Out of nowhere, "Ebolarama" by Every Time I Die blares to life, sending the fans into a roar of approval. Seth Dryden appears on the ramp, grinning from ear to ear with the Intercontinental title in hand. He trots down to the ring as green pyro shoots off on either side of the ramp. He slides in the ring, and poses on the turnbuckle for the crowd, playing it up until he jumps off and runs across the ring, smacking Shawn Walsh in the face with the title. The referee looks around, but he hasn’t rung the bell.

Amanda Summers: No disqualification!

Smurfmaster: The bell rings! But Christ, it might be too late! Dryden doesn’t seem to be the type to take humiliation lightly.

Dryden slides the title out of the ring and starts stomping on Walsh. Lifting him up, he nails a Judo toss, readjusts himself and locks in an armbar. When Walsh manages to reach the rope with his leg, Dryden strikes Walsh in the face with damning elbows and jumps to his feet.

Poised, he looks set to hit a spear, but as Walsh gets up, he’s quick to throw the charging Dryden out between the ropes and he lands hard on the outside.

SM: Well, you know… that sucks.

Walsh climbs out onto the apron and jumps off, hitting a huge stomp into Dryden’s spine. He lifts Dryden up and hits a quick snap suplex then rolls into and then out of the ring. The ref starts the count again.

ONE!

Walsh lifts Dryden up, only to get a thumb to the eye and then have his head smashed against the barricade.

TWO! THREE!

Dryden whips Walsh into the ringside, smashing up his little bitty insides. Walsh slides down, but hits the quick jab into the groin.

AS: Oooh, I bet he enjoyed that.

Walsh throws Dryden into the ring and rolls in after him. The ref quickly checks on them both and slowly they both proceed to standing up right once again. Dryden starts hitting the closed fists and sends Walsh into the turnbuckle holding his nose before the ref can stop him.

With his back to him, Walsh erupts out of the turnbuckle and hits Dryden with a huge clothesline to the back of the head. Walsh lifts Dryden up right away and to put him down, he hits the ‘Engulfed’. He quickly climbs to the top rope of the turnbuckle and out of no where, goes for the Sky Writer, Walsh’s trademark name for the Senton Bomb!

But Dryden moves! And Walsh lands hard with nothing to cushion the blow! Dryden quickly moves over for the cover but only reaches a quick two count. Both men take for a moment’s breath and then slowly climb to their feet. Seth runs against the ropes, delibrately slides in between Walsh’s legs and stands up quick enough to shunt Walsh forward and to hit a running knee into his kidney area as he falls into the ropes. He grabs Walsh around the waist and hits him with a release German suplex. The fans start cheering as Walsh holds his head in pain.

Seth slides out of the ring and goes straight for the belt. Even though the ref tries to take it off him, Seth is adamant. He lets Walsh get back up to his feet. Shawn ducks the swinging belt and quickly hits a jawbreaker. The ref tries to slide the belt out of the ring but it only gets as far as the edge of the ring. Shawn rolls Seth up into a cradle and goes for the pin.

ONE! TWO! Kickout!

Both men lie there for a few moments to catch their breath. Both back up onto their feet a few moments later, they start another exchange of punches, until Dryden ducks a punch and smacks Walsh round the back of the head. The fans laugh and he follows it up with a big boot to Walsh’s jaw sending him down. He runs against the ropes and goes for King Over Jacks!! Walsh puts the knees up though and rolls Dryden through to apply an ankle lock! Dryden quickly struggles and kicks Walsh back, sending him flying into the turnbuckle!

SM: Nice exchange.

Dryden flips up onto his feet, runs and hits a jumping body splash on Walsh. Dryden carries Walsh by the head over to the next turnbuckle and hits him with a hay maker across the side of the head. Shawn tumbles and ends up lying over the middle rope. Dryden wastes no time, choking Walsh with his foot to the five count and then climbing up the turnbuckle and hitting a leg drop onto the apron, guillotining Shawn’s head.

The former RWA God goes flying across the ring in agony, grabbing at his throat while Dryden casually climbs back into the ring. The ref checks on Walsh and so doesn’t notice the wandering foot that strikes Dryden in the groin as he walks up to the two of them. Seth goes down like a sack of shit and Walsh goes for the cover.

ONE!

AS: Walsh just let go of his own pin count!

Walsh lifts Dryden up to his feet, slaps him tauntingly across the face a few times then leans back and hits the High Voltage!! Seth goes down again and Walsh climbs the turnbuckle and signals the end of the match, and looks set to jump off to hit the Total Effect! But…

SM: Where’s Dryden gone?!

Seth has somehow managed to roll out of the ring and is gasping for breath and holding his jaw. The fans closest to him pat him on the shoulders and scream as Walsh jumps off from the top rope to the outside. He hits a dragon attack and the two of them both tumble and crash. The ref gets up to an eight count before Walsh stumbles back onto his feet and somehow manages to throw himself and Dryden into the ring.

AS: Shawn Walsh is really proving that he’s still got all those mad skills.

SM: Well, he’s always been a little courageous with words but he takes the worthwhile risks in wrestling. He might be on dangerous son of a biznatch but he rarely fucks up. Those risks pay off.

AS: Heh, I bet Seth Dryden wish he had those kind of odds tonight, with him being a betting man… But in his favour, he doesn’t look too well tonight. I heard some of the guys ate some bad sushi at the Pay Per View… and you’ve got to think about how much Seth is suffering after that attack last week.

As Walsh goes to grab Dryden, out of no where he unleashes one of those fast uppercuts into Shawn’s jaw. He falls back and for a moment it looks like he’s out of it. The ref starts screaming at Dryden for using an uppercut with a closed fist.

SM: Dear me, that came out of no where!

AS: I think I heard Walsh’s brain explode!

Walsh is staggering about as Seth takes more verbal but in return, starts to give it back. He only stops when the referee threatens to disqualify him. He turns around to face a Walsh he suspects will be out cold or ready for the slaughter, but instead he gets a thumb to the eye the ref doesn’t see and then he’s hit hard with the Professional Grade! Shawn Walsh lies on the floor next to the intercontinental champion for a moment before rolling over and pinning Seth Dryden. The fans boo loudly as the referee slams his hand down on the mat hard.

ONE! TWO! THREE!