Twilight and Chase are both in the ring. They stare at each other and Twilight just smiles as only he can. Chase doesn’t much like the smile and goes right after him, hits him with a chop across the chest then a double axe handle as she nails Twilight. But Twilight sweeps her legs and she falls, he uses the heel of his boot to nail her in the windpipe. Twilight gets up grabs her by the hair and throws her into the turnbuckle, he rushes and nails her.

RW: Twilight is the most beautiful time of the day.

JC: Tell that to Chase.

Twilight with a flip into the middle of the ring then a drop toe hold, he waits for her to get up and going for a spear but she gets out of the way he hits himself in the corner.

RW: Chase now on the offensive

Phoenix with a side suplex followed by a tilt a whirl slam showing great power! She covers Twilight 1…………2………….kickout!

JC: That was a close one there.

Chase with a belly to back suplex and then a knee across the head of Twilight he jumps up in pain. Chase picks ups Twilight and nails a vertabreaker as the crowd cheer her on.

RW: Shes been showing some impressive moves.

Chase covers Twilight and counts 1……….2……………..kickout!

Chase gets down and starts heckling Twilight, but he responds with a kick to her head. He gets up picks her up by her neck he gets close to her and kisses her just barely on the lips, he pulls back and smiles. She lifts her arms and headbutts him as he bounces back floundering. She spits cursing what Twilight did.

Twilight with a kick now

The lights go down as we see Trent Steel come over the tron. He's wearing his black oakleys with red lenses and lights up a cigarette.

Trent Steel: The Blackheart is here!

With that the lights in the arena go red as smoke billows out of the entrance way as the beginning of Linken Park's “Bleed It Out” starts to play. We see a part of the stage platform before the entraceway is starting to rise. The lyrics kick in as the tron starts showing video of Trent Steel beating the hell out of many opponents. Here we go for the hundredth time, Hand grenade pins in every line, Throw 'em up and let something shine. Going out of my f**king mind. Filthy mouth, no excuse. Find a new place to hang this noose. String me up from atop these roofs. Knot it tight so I won't get loose. Truth is you can stop and stare, The platform rises and we see Trent Steel wearing a black trenchcoat and his black oakleys with red lenses standing there. Bled myself out and no one cares. Dug a trench out, laid down there With a shovel up out to reach somewhere. Yeah someone pour it in, Make it a dirt dance floor again. Say your prayers and stomp it out, When they bring that chorus in.

A pyro goes off in front of Trent as he steps forward and down to the arena. He rushes in and slides. He gets up and throws off his trenchcoat and shades. He's wearing a black wifebeater, black jeans, black fingerless gloves over taped up with black athletic tape arms, and his black combat boots.

I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away. I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away. I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away, Just to throw it away, Just to throw it away. Fans rush the ring barrier and throw off their hoodies. Each of them wearing a black “Cult of Steel” t-shirt. Trent holds up his arm and they start chanting “STEEL STEEL STEEL”

I bleed it out. Go, stop the show. Choppy words and a sloppy flow. Shotgun opera, lock and load, Cock it back and then watch it go.

With that the last pyro goes off and the Cult of Steel all stand perfectly still watching the ring. No one moves unless the order is given. Trent leans back against one of the turnbuckle posts and waits on his opponent. Mama help me, I've been cursed, Death is rolling in every verse. Candy paint on his brand new hearse. Can't contain him, he knows he works. Fuck this hurts, I won't lie. Doesn't matter how hard I try. Half the words don't mean a thing, And I know that I won't be satisfied. So why, try ignoring him. Make it a dirt dance floor again. Say your prayers and stomp it out, When they bring that chorus in.

Trent holds up a fist and the music stops!

A burst of pyro explodes at the entrance and "Enter Sandman" by Metallica blares across the loudspeakers. Kyle Murphy steps out on the stage, the US Championship around his waist. The crowd cheers him as he walks down the aisle to ringside. There he climbs up the steps and into the ring. Standing in the middle of the ring with his feet shoulder width apart, he takes the US and Fleash and Bone Championships from around his waist and holds it high overhead. As Murphy displays the championship he gets another pop from the crowd. Handing the belt to the referee, he gets ready to compete.

The bell rings and Trent and Kyle circle each other. Trent laughs and points to his anti-SFT shirt, which makes Kyle red in the face. He's able to keep himself stable enough nor to rush in and attack, instead he holds his hand out in a bring it type move. Trent shakes his head as if he knows better and Kyle goes on the move, locking up with Trent and trying to overpower him. Trent looks Kyle dead in the eyes as they lock up, his eyes showing a sadistic need for suffering and pain. A few seconds pass and Kyle pushes Trent away, but Trent lunges for Kyle and quickly dropkicks Kyle's knees. Kyle drops to his knees and Trent drops down a level and sneds a good three punches into Kyle's jaw. Kyle's head falls back, his heart racing as the punches take their toll.

RW: Kyle beaten like a redheaded step child!

JC: Reliving your childhood?

Kyle swings back at Trent, hitting him square in the left eye. They both start to slowly stand up, exchanging punches as they do. Trent locks in a side headlock in the chaos and brings Kyle down with a quick DDT. He runs towards the ropes, hoping to hit a falling punch, but Kyle gets a leg up and hits Trent in the jaw as he falls down with the punch. Kyle jumps up and takes advantage of the situation by kneeing Trent in the stomach and tossing him towards the ropes. He goes for a powerful clothesline but Trent ducks. He turns around to deliver his own clothesline but Kyle catches him with a chop to the eyes. Trent reels back and blindly punches Kyle in the throat. Both bend are down, Kyle holding his neck and Trent with a hand over his eyes. They both stand, shaking off the damage, and Kyle grabs Trent by the shoulders, planting him with a back breaker!

RW: Kyle coming back!

JC: Oh yeah. That's the Kyle I like. Take a beating and get right back up and kick some ass!

Trent holds his back in pain as Kyle makes a rare trip to the top rope. He points to Trent, still nursing his back, and the fans go wild. They want to see Kyle make the plunge. Kyle does it! A HUGE body splash! But...Trent was baiting Kyle! He moves out of the way and Kyle bounces up and down sickenly! Trent's up and laying the boots to Kyle as he sqirms on the cavnas in pain, like a fish out of water. Trent continues to lay the boots. Kyle getting up slowly and LOWBLOW! lowblow to trent! He keeps his arms connected and brings trent up high! BAM! BODYSLAM! Cover! 1... 2...

KICKOUT!

Kyle pulls Trent up, taunting him as he does. Trent with a burst of energy breaks the hold on his hair and spits in Kyle's eyes! He then kicks his left ankle which damages his offensive leg. Kyle manages to fight back with a flurry of punches till Black Phoenix comes to ringside, just an instant to distract Kyle and Trent gets a small package holding Kyle’s tights but the ref is on the opposite side 1…2….3! Kyle kicks out a moment too late.

RW: What bullshit!?

Kyle cant believe it as Trent leaves the ring in a hurry.

JC: Phoenix has messed with Kyle one too many times, she'll pay, oh yes there will be blood.

Shane Clemmens comes walking down the ramp as the Tag team champions Hellraiser and Redd stand in the ring waiting for their challenger! Shane is hesitant as he climbs through the ropes and is immediately attacked and the bell rings! RW: They're not waiting tonight!

Hellraiser grabs Shane as Redd stops his offense and throws him to the ropes, Shane comes back on the rebound and is thrown with a back bodydrop over Hellraiser's head but in Mid-air Shane executes a Dropkick on Redd sending him out through the ropes! Shane is quick to get up and Hellraiser turns around not realizing his partner is gone, and is attacked by Shane! Shane throws forearm shots after forearm shots trying to get the advantage in the match. Shane kicks Hellraiser in the gut and puts Hellraiser's head between his legs and gutwrenches Hellraiser up and on to his shoulders but Hellraiser fights back with punches to the forehead of Shane, Shane then falls! Hellraiser gets up and goes to the ropes and hits an elbow drop on Shane! Shane rolls around holding his chest after this as Redd is seen getting back in the ring!

JC: Ut oh, Here's Redd back in the ring.

Redd and Hellraiser grab Shane together and pull him up they both throw him to the ropes, he comes back and they both grab a leg and pick him up and drop him down with a double flapjack!

RW: And the dirty dog just became the ugly dog.

JC: They have good plastic surgeons for when your nose goes out the back of your head I'm told.

Hellraiser and Redd stand up and raise their arms in a taunt to the crowd as they praise their tag team champions. Shane slowly crawls to his feet using the ropes to help him get up. He turns around and Hellraiser kicks him in the gut and locks in a front face lock and puts an arm over his head. Redd then locks in his own front face lock and does the same. Hellraiser grabs one leg and so does Redd as they bring Shane over their head and drop him with a double team version of the fisherman suplex!

RW: What a double team move!

The referee gets down and checks the shoulders, he counts 1........2.......3!

JC: And it's over! Redd and Hellraiser win here tonight on inferno!