All is pitch black and silent in the stadium. Then the thundering sound of a slow beating heart is projected loudly around the arena as the lights are brought to bear on a lone figure standing at the top of the ramp. Pyro's fire off and, "Hey You Nice Shot" by Filter begins to play as he tosses his cigar to the ground and stomps it out before making his way defiantly to the ring. He has tuned out the fans and his concentration is unshakable.

Remedy by Seether kicks up the speakers, and the crowd roars. The Almighty Bear walks out of the back, raises two fingers in the air, pointing skyward, and ambles down to the ring. He sheds his trenchcoat, hands it to a waiting techie, then pulls off his red shirt, throwing it into the crowd. He climbs into the ring and removes his glasses, handing them to another tech.

As both men stand in the ring preparing for the battle that is coming up the all firmilar sound of war drums begin to pound and Justin Paige walks out to the ramp. Mic in his hand.

Justin-"Wait wait wait...now, I know this is the second time you've ever seen me bear, and I know I don't have any power over anything that goes on here, but the man you stand in the ring with, yeah, ray cross? I happen to know that he can put on a show. I know because I taught him how! I know that that man can bring down the house, but not tonite right? Is that the plans you had? I know that you and "the future" have been sitting back there all night thinking of a good time for them to run down here. Well guess what? I'm not going to let that happen. You can call me some what of an enfourcer."

Bear calls for a mic.

TAB-"Who the hell do you think you are? You don't want to mess with the Future, you don't possably think that you can stop them from coming down here, all by your self??"

Justin-"Before you go on Big Bear, I knew that you would say something along those lines so I brought a friend with me.."

Justin walks down to the ring apron and lifts it up. From underneath he pulls out a barbed wire bat and a chair. He carries the chair next to the announce table and sits down in it.

Justin-"Alright..its like im not even here big guy..go on..start the match."

The match starts as Justin watches over.

RW: What the hell is that prick doing out here? Go away! I can smell you from here!

JC: What?! What the hell? Justin is doing something good for this place and all you can do is heckle him? Oh yeah, you’re a big man. Just let him do his job… I would be glad to see a member of the Future fight through a fair match and win!

With TAB looking over his shoulder, Ray Cross pushes him back into the turnbuckle and starts laying in the punches, then throwing him back out into the middle of the ring with an armdrag. Bear looks furious and shouts at Cross to try that again. Ray charges and goes for a spear… but TAB reverses, hooks his legs around Cross’ midsection and starts choking him out with his arms!

JC: That looks kind of wrong…

The ref shouts for long enough and Bear breaks the hold, nailing Cross with a soccer kick to the side of the head as he gets up to his feet. He slides out of the ring and grabs the Hardcore title and also pulls out a chair from under the ring. He looks at Paige threateningly making the enforcer hold up his bat in defence. TAB rolls back into the ring and unfolds the chair in the centre of the ring. He lifts Cross up and hits him with a big body slam, follows it up with an elbow drop and then lifts Ray up again, but this time Cross struggles out and lands behind Bear!

Cross hits one German suplex and then a second, getting the fans hyped and chanting. But on the third attempt, Bear grabs onto the ropes and refuses to move. TAB then kicks between the legs!

RW: OOOOOHWIE! I think Mrs. Cross will be entertaining herself tonight.

The Almighty Bear turns around and nails a huge clothesline on Cross! Bear then goes on to drape Cross over the unfolded chair and raises his arms. He runs into the ropes and jumps up into the air to hit a senton splash.

RW: He is going to crush Ray’s head over that damn chair! He hasn’t got a chance!

‘Cept he does have a chance as at the last second Ray throws himself back out of harm’s way. Bear crashes down over the chair, immediately causing him to grab onto his kidney. Cross slides out of the ring and dives under the apron.

JC: Good sneak technique from Cross there… he plays possum well.

RW: Yeah, his ability to play dead is about as dead as his career.

JC: What? That doesn’t make sense! Cross may be taking a beating so far, but I can’t remember seeing him in better shape damnit!

Cross gets back up with a chair of his own and a suspicious looking aerosol can. He immediately starts sandwiching his chair and the one crushed under TAB… making Bear’s left arm the filler. TAB starts writhing in pain on the mat but Cross gets a hold of him and wrenches his arm several times, finally locking in a huge arm bar. TAB looks ready to tap, not like it makes a different, but showing a magnificent show of strength, he gets to his feet with Cross still holding the move! Bear fights him off with vicious closed fists that busts Ray open and forces him to drop the arm bar.

Ray crawls across the ring and grabs the aerosol can while TAB is occupied with trying to ease his damaged left arm. Bear eventually turns around and goes for a big boot aimed at Cross, who is resting in the corner, fiddling with the can. Ray ducks just in time, leaving Bear all hung up. Cross hits him sending him over the top rope, but Bear holds on! He gathers his bearings on the apron only for Ray Cross to shake the can in front of him and spray blue paint in his way!

RW: That’s going to blind Bear! Wait… no.

Bear gets his arms to his face just in time. While he’s covering, Cross lowers his aim and manages to spray ‘E.D.’ across his chest! The fans laugh at the Zorro-esque showing and this annoys Bear even more. He reaches over and misses, giving Ray a full on shot to spray TAB in the face!

JC: What exactly is that going to do? Bear wears glasses!

RW: Yes, but you’re forgetting… Bear needs those shades to live!

Bear climbs into the ring and clambers into Cross, sending them both sprawling to the floor. Bear wrestles the can out of Ray’s hand and hits him across the face with it! Then he leans forward and sprays Cross in the face! Ray lets out an agonising scream which literally echoes through the arena and the two of them get to their feet. Bear tries his best to get the paint off his lenses and Cross is clawing at his eyes. TAB is obviously better off, as he charges across the ring and nails Cross dead on with a spear. He goes for the pin!

ONE

TWO

THR- NO! Cross just kicks out! Bear dives back in with body shots and then falls back to get some air.

RW: I wonder if either of them can see a thing? Honestly, this isn’t good John… Justin Paige has the opportune moment now to molest them both without them seeing!

Cross is back up to his feet. His eyes are bright red but it looks like he can see. He walks over to TAB who is still messing with his glasses when out of no where, TAB hits Cross directly with a thumb to the eyes! Then he rolls Ray up in a small package!

ONE! TWO! NO!

Ray reverses the move so that TAB is pinned down!

ONE! TWO! NOOOOOO!

TAB somehow kicks out and both men quickly get to their feet! TAB lifts Cross up for the Maul and the fans suddenly erupt in boos. But Paige jumps up onto the apron, distracting Bear and Cross rolls off the back. Paige looks like he’s about ready to nail Bear with that baseball bat then he smirks and points over TAB’s shoulder. He slowly turns around to be hit with the SnapJaw aided with a chair! TAB falls like a ton of bricks and Ray quickly covers.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

The lights in the arena dim and then fade completely out. We can hear the immortal words of Shawn Walsh whispered over the sound system:

"I am the epitome of excellence."

"In Shawn We Trust."

Followed by an extremely cocky chuckle. The crowd boos as the slow beginning of "Jesus (of Nazareth)" by (hed) P.E. plays. Gold strobe lights flash with the beat of the song. Suddenly, the lights go completely out. As the chorus hits, two huge, gold lightning bolts strike the sides of the stage. Silver pyro goes off from the points of impact and move to the center of the stage to meet in one giant explosion. Silver strobe lights begin to flash about the arena. The crowd rises to their feet with horrendous boos as they know who is to come. "The Chosen One" Shawn Walsh emerges from the backstage area wearing a shiny, gold shirt - unbuttoned - and a pair of black sunglasses. He wears his usual ring attire of a pair of baggy, shiny, flashy, gold pants and black lace up wrestling boots. He has a blue cast on his left forearm/wrist with the words "heavy hitter" written on it in black permanent marker..

Ring Announcer: On his way to the ring... From Los Angeles, California... "The Chosen One" SHAWN WALSH!!!!

Walsh raises his arms, posing on stage. He smirks and struts down to the ring, mocking the crowd. He reaches the ring and jumps up onto the apron. Walsh chuckles and paces back and forth for a moment before leaping over the top rope and into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle and poses arrogantly once more, raising his arms. He chuckles and strips himself of his shirt. He throws it - and his glasses - off to the side of the ring. RW: And here comes the champion!

The lights dim just a little as Slipknot's My Plague begins to play over the loud speaker. Track lighting is raching around the arena as the intro plays. Soon after the song begins Aidan comes out from backstage and charges towards the ring. He slides into the ring crawls to a corner.

JC: You know, I can’t fault Aidan at the moments. He’s been nigh on impossible to get the upper hand over and I don’t know how good Walsh’s chance stand tonight. I really can’t pick a winner.

The bell rings and Aidan starts jogging around the ring, circling Walsh in the centre of the ring. He stops and they rush into a tie in, with Walsh pushing Aidan back to the ropes and then whipping him across. On the rebound, he pulls the ropes down causing Aidan to fly over the top rope. Walsh slides out to meet him and kicks him in the chest, grabbing him by the hair and mocking him before slapping him.

RW: I think Walsh just told Morag that he’ll never be in his league! Harsh words!

Walsh whips Morag into the steel post and chases him up with a clothesline! He rolls back into the ring and out to restart the count and when he leans down, Morag rakes the face! Aidan rolls Walsh to the floor and starts with punches to the face! Walsh reverses pinning Morag to the floor but Aidan flips Walsh over his head! Right away, he’s locked in a buffalo sleeper and is trying to get Walsh to tap!

RW: One… Morag can’t win outside of the ring. Two… Walsh never taps.

JC: Three… You’re a dick stain.

Aidan releases the hold and it seems to have worked. Walsh gets back to his feet gasping for air. Morag hits a couple of martial arts kicks to the mid section and follows it up with a high dropkick. Walsh doesn’t fall though, only staggers back. Morag goes for a superkick to finish the job, yet Walsh ducks! Shawn then goes for a superkick of his own and connects the High Voltage!

RW: That’s it! That’s got to be it!

JC: Heh… Walsh can’t win outside of the ring. Walsh might have made a mistake there.

RW: NO! Shawn never makes a mistake! …Except for that time he got with that Brandi thing.

Walsh lifts Aidan over his shoulder and rolls him into the ring. He wavers up the steel steps and climbs into the ring, falling on top of him.

ONE

TWO

NO! Aidan kicks out! Walsh can’t believe it either! He gets to his feet and leans his elbows on the ropes. The fans suddenly start cheering but Walsh can’t react in time as Aidan comes from behind and rolls Walsh up tightly!

ONE

TWO!

THR- So close! Walsh gets up to his feet and smacks Aidan across the head with a punch. Aidan hits back starting off a real fist fight. Walsh whips Aidan into the turnbuckle and follows it up a back drop. Morag gets back up and runs at Walsh. He goes for a clothesline and misses.

Walsh lifts Morag up in a full nelson for all of a second before Aidan lands back on the mat and runs back into the turnbuckle. He snapmares Walsh into the ring, jumps up to the second rope and hits the back of the head with a dropkick! He goes for another cover.

ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!

Morag lifts Walsh and as he does so, Walsh hits him with a jab to the groin which the referee sees. He goes to call for a disqualification but Walsh intercepts and begs with the referee. The ref has his back completely turned to Aidan who rolls out of the ring. He grabs a chair and shows the crowd that the seat moves out freely. He puts it over his head so it looks like he’s had his brain scrambled then plays dead on the mat, just as the referee turns around again!

RW: The referee is speechless!

JC: I’m speechless! I can’t believe Morag would do something like that! Kinda funny though.

RW: I think it is despicable that Morag has to resort to cheating in matches against Walsh.

JC: Oh come on! Walsh started it in the first place! He’s one of the dirtiest players out there.

RW: But he got caught and he learnt his lesson. He as disqualified.

JC: …No he wasn’t.

He turns around again to call for a DQ, but Walsh stops him again, even if he does look amazed himself. The ref shakes his head and calls for it, but Walsh hits him with the Conspiracy Theory first! Aidan sees this and gets back up to his feet. Walsh is furious but he walks right into Morag’s trademark move, the Sickening. Not stopping there he goes on to hit Walsh with his finisher!

JC: Satan Call!

RW: Walsh! No! Not Walsh! Morag is a bastard!

Morag covers.

ONE!

…

ONE?!

OH COME ON! WHERE THE FUCK IS ONE!

JC: There’s no referee!

One comes running down to the ring at that moment as if it has never happened before… never. happened. before..

ONE!

TWO!

KICK OUT!

Morag cannot believe it! He gets up to his feet and runs his hands through his hair. He had the match won! He takes a deep breath and goes to pick Walsh up again, but Walsh rolls him up with a school boy!

ONE!

TWO!