With all four men in the ring the bell sounds. Havoc and Nirvana square off. Before Nirvana can even get a chance to retaliate, Havoc grabs him with a huge belly-to-belly. Nirvana does what he can and lands on his back, but rolls up to his feet. He almost runs into Malinko but Malinko catches him in the face with a huge right elbow. Nirvana stumbles backwards into Havoc who gives him a bridging German suplex.

RW: I thought he would pin him, but I guess I was wrong.

JC: Well, my main worry was the elbow to the face of Nirvana by Malinko.

Havoc tags in Malinko who grabs Nirvana and whips him towards Havoc. Unexpectedly, Malinko drop toe holds Nirvana and he falls face first into the knee of Havoc. Malinko pins. 1…2…kickout! Malinko gets on the back of Nirvana and gives him a crossface. He then hits another and Nirvana begins to bleed. Malinko gets up and lifts Nirvana with him. He then goes for a body slam but sits out with it. He makes the pin. 1…2…kickout!

JC: I haven’t seen a move like that before!

RW: Neither have I partner, but I guess it’s just a move he uses out of the blue.

Malinko lifts Nirvana and backs him into his corner. He tags in Havoc and holds the upper part of Nirvanas body. Havoc comes in but Nirvana kicks him in the gut. He then pushes Malinko off of him and runs for Messiah. He doesn’t get far because Nirvana is turned around and pulled back by both men. They then double flapjack him, forgetting where they were at and dropping Nirvana face first into the Turnbuckle post. Nirvana is whipped back and whips back to the mat in a sickening way. Nirvana is bleeding profusely as Havoc makes the cover. Messiah tries to interfere but Malinko suicide dives over the ropes and takes Messiah out. 1…2…3!

AS: Here are your winners, and still tag team champions, Havoc and The GREAT MALINKO!

JC: Well Nirvana got down right destroyed in this match up.

RW: Well, I don’t think Preach and Destroy are staying alive after their return, that’s for sure!

The arena is plunged into darkness, but a with a gold spotlight shining down on the stage directly in front of the video wall.

The opening notes of "Welcome To The Jungle" by Guns N' Roses echo over the arena's PA system and as the vocal part of the song starts, Christian Cage walks out and stands underneath the spotlight with his back to the ring and to a deafening negative reaction (interspersed with "asshole" chants from the crowd).

Cage stretches his arms out to his sides, level with his shoulders so as to assume a crucifix position, and as he does so it triggers a series of pyrotechnic explosions on either side of him. As the smoke from the pyro dies away, Cage turns to face the ring and begins a slow, purposeful strut down the aisle.

When he reaches the ring, Cage slides underneath the bottom rope and proceeds to climb to the top of each of the four turnbuckles in succession, assuming the crucifix position again at the top of each.

After climbing down from the last turnbuckle, Cage goes back to his corner and slowly removes his designer sunglasses, the chain from around his neck, and finally his black t-shirt, revealing his toned, muscular upper body.

As the sound of "Du Hast" by Rammstein plays over the P.A. system, the arena goes dark. The spotlights in the arena start to strobe in unison with the beat of the song. At the entrance way a light under the stage strobes to the song, as smoke fills the way. Out from the back comes Hekutsu, dressed in a black hooded robe, which covers his head to the point you cannot see his eyes. He stands, looking around the arena, and then raises his hands in the air. The lights come back on and Hekutsu makes his way to the ring. He uses the ringsteps to make his way to the apron, where he looks out to the fans, and then enters the ring and kneels down in the closest corner, facing the turnbuckles, waiting for his opponent.

Hekutsu smiles as the bell rings and holds his world title up in the air.

RW: It’s not often that it can be said that the title looks as good as it does now with Hekutsu holding it. Of course, Christian Cage can look just as good. He’s proven his worth. Truly, this is a match between giants.

JC: Hekutsu may be new to the scene, but Hekutsu… I can’t believe this used to be same guy as Hardcore Hect. You know, it’s not that I didn’t take him seriously before, but honest to God I’m scared that if I don’t respect him, he’ll hurt me.

RW: He WILL hurt you.

Hekutsu catches Cage off guard and nails a shoot kick. Cage goes down and Hect moves with the momentum to roll Cage up into a very quick pin. Struggling, Cage tries to shake off the pin.

ONE! TWO! THR-

JC: Oh my God.

The referee stands Hekutsu up and tells him to behave. Hect looks furious, but the ref shakes his head and tells him to get back in there. Christian sweeps Hect’s legs out from underneath him, grabs the back of the leg and flips over into a bridge pin. Hekutsu kicks out only to get a boot to the face as he gets to his knees. Cage gets up, hits one elbow drop, then delivers another. He lifts Hekutsu up and hits a snapmare, runs against the adjacent ropes, and hits a running knee into the side of Hect’s head! The fans go ballistic!

The force makes Hekutsu roll out of the ring where he’s able to gather his senses. Only for a moment though. With a high risk move, Christian Cage propels himself over the top rope and hits the cross body on Hect! The two of them go down, with the creation of a small ‘HO-LY POOP1!1’ chant starting.

JC: HO-LY POOP!

Okay, so it’s a one man chant, but as Christian Cage gets up, he teasingly kicks Hekutsu around the back of the head. The monstrosity of a world champion jumps to his feet and charges at his challenger. Cage, quicker than a bolt of lightning… perhaps… lifts Hect up and using the momentum hits a powerslam, dropping Hect over the steel steps! Hekutsu rolls off showing bloody cuts down his back. That chant gets a little bit louder.

As Cage goes to lift Hect up, the champ starts nailing punches into his gut. Then he pushes his thumbs into Cage’s eyes and throws himself forward, sending Cage’s kidneys smacking into the guard rail. Hect grabs the back of Cage’s head and first bringing it down over his knee, he follows it with a smack onto the apron and then whips Cage down the perimeter of the outside. Hect chases.

But Cage stops himself in mid motion and leaps backward. He hits a perfect bicycle kick on Hect, nailing him in the forehead, busting him open!

RW: Look’s like Mr. Ref gave up enforcing the rules.

The camera pans to a quick view of the referee sitting in the corner of the ring in a rocking chair, with a cigar.

JC: Who’s going to try and stop the two of those guys? Hell if I could be bothered to lose weight, I could probably take them both, but you know… I like my beers.

RW: Hoh, hoh… Do you LIKE your beers alright! *glug, glug*

Cage holds his lower back only to be low blowed by Hect as he re-approaches his opponent! Hect erupts off the floor and headers Cage in the jaw, sending him flying back! Hect rolls up onto the apron and then climbs to his feet. He looks ready to jump off when Cage gets back up onto his feet. Hect crouches and spits black mist into his face. He stands up and as Cage falls back onto the barricade, he jumps off and sends Cage over into the fans with a flying clothesline.

RW: CAGE LANDED ON A GRANNY!

He didn’t really, but Hect throws himself over the barricade landing on top of him. Security isn’t quick enough to stop one angry fan from running forward and hitting Hekutsu with a bat across the face, sending him back over to the ‘right’ side of the barricade.

JC: Who the hell was that?

RW: The script says ‘An angry fan’. But I don’t know his name.

Cage staggers up and is helped over by some of those fans he still has. Cage drags Hekutsu into the ring, then holds up his arms as he stands on the apron. It doesn’t take a second thought for the former world champion to climb the top rope. With Hekutsu laid out in the centre of the ring, it seems like a good bet to jump off that top rope. And he does. He goes for that trademark leg drop… But Jesus, didn’t you sense it?! Hekutsu moves out of the way and Cage probably has a spine… urm… the same size of a crushed can, compared to it’s… original size.

RW: I bet that hurt.

JC: Nah, I do that all the time. You just have to clench your ass cheeks.

Hekutsu now bleeding profusely rolls over and tries to reach Cage, but he misses. The ref, slowly getting out of his rocking chair, starts a double count out.

RW: OH! OH! That’s rich! He wouldn’t disqualify for hell peeking it’s bumpy little rectum out of the ground, but he’ll do a count out?

JC: Hekutsu isn’t able to kick him about.

RW: WHAT ABOUT CAGE?!

Actually, it’s Cage who is first to his feet, and with that, he leans on the ropes for a few moments of breath. Hekutsu leaps up with a flip and roars. SUPER UBER ANIME POWER MODE… or something. Except Cage is quick with the dropkick. It’s takes the momentum away, but Hekutsu is straight back onto his feet. With an exchange of punches, Hect follows with an irish whip. He throws Cage into the ropes harder on the first rebound and then stops him dead. The two of them stand there, looking into one another’s eyes for a moment, when Hekutsu slaps Cage across the face!

OOOOOH!

JC: Would it be outdated and cliché of me to start the ‘JERRY, JERRY’ chant?

RW: Yes John. Yes it would be.

Cage comes back with a hard right to the chin sending Hekutsu back. Cage goes for the superkick and misses it. Hect taunts before running and hitting an amazing version of the shining wizard! Both men go down, but then, both men go out of the ring and crawl under the apron.

JC: When I was a kid, I used to think there were monsters under the bed. Do you think there are things under the ring?

RW: Sure! Mad Dogg, Dave Steel, Ace, Damien Sparks and Fugitive have picnics under there every month. They spend most of the time complaining about the noise outside. Megan the Monster eats jam sandwiches wishing she was cool enough to dine with the guys and that guy who thought he was Death is waiting for his Soviet grenade to go off so he actually manages to prove a point.

The two men crawl out again a few moments later… Cage wielding wooden tonfa and Hekutsu holding…

JC: A JAM SANDWICH!

RW: That’s a hammer. Actually, a mallet if you want to be precise.

The arena is rendered into a pitch darkness though before the two can meet. There’s a deep laugh over the PA system, unlike that heard before.

“CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!”

Then the lights come back on, and there, the two competitors face one another and it doesn’t even look as if either of them are remotely dazed. Hekutsu starts swinging that mallet like a maniac, eventually trapping Cage in the turnbuckle and connecting a huge swing of the weight into his shoulder. He’s sent flying, but with a shuffle along the ground and then a drop kick into the shin sending Hect down to the mat, Cage shows an unexpected skill with the tonfa. He works Hect’s entire body, hitting him and hurting him until he stands up and elbow drops the front end into the sternum of Hect’s body.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

JC: That was so close! Cage was very nearly world champion!!

It’s no surprise then that at that point ‘RX Queen’ begins to play and Allisa O’Toole adorned in referee gears makes her way to the ring. She pushes the real ref out between the ropes and smiles at the two competitors. They start an exchange of punches until Allisa breaks them up, giving Hekutsu a chance to wrap Cage up and nail a DDT and follow it up with a snap suplex and an armbar. Allisa check on Cage, jumping around like a maniac to emphasise some unseen effect.

Cage struggles to reach the ropes, but when he does, Allisa pulls Hekutsu half way across the ring before letting him go. The two men look at one another again, staring one another down and when Hekutsu runs, Cage is quick to lift him off his feet as he propels him over the top rope with a high toss. He lands on the outside and this gives Cage an apt chance to stare sternly at Allisa. She smiles, then shoos him away. He climbs out onto the apron and goes for an elbow drop. It connects, but both men end up lying down for a quick breath.

The ref starts the count:

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

Both men are up onto their hands and knees.

FIVE! SIX!

Well, both men are up, but not for long as a masked man jumps over the barricade and knocks them both down.

RW: What the hell is that move?

JC: It looks like some kind of DDT?! If you’re listening on radio… or something to that degree… this psycho has just lifted them up by the neck, spun almost full circle and dropped them almost vertically onto their heads!

Allisa watches on… coward. The masked man picks up the world title and holds it up in the air, to the crowds distress! The figure begins to parade around until he’s knocked down with a running clothesline from Cage.

RW: OOOH!

The number one contender snatches the world title away from the mask man and throws it into the ring. Lifting the figure up, he goes for a suplex, onto to find it being reversed as the man lifts Cage up for his own suplex. Out of nowhere, Hekutsu runs across the floor outside as spears the man dead on while Cage is hanging in the air! All three of them end up in a mess on the concrete floor!

JC: Who is this masked man?! Why does he have such a large bulge in his trousers! WHY DOES GOD WANT ME TO FEEL LIKE HALF A MAN?!

All three of them get up at the same time and Hect and Cage work together, sending the masked man between a rally of punches from the two of them. They both go for a double suplex, which goes a little wrong. The masked man takes a botched double brainbuster instead and the two main eventers look content with leaving the masked man there, out cold. In fact, Cage looks like he wants to unmask, but Hect is quick to smack Cage, hit him with an armdrag takedown and follow it up with a buffalo sleeper.

JC: My, my, that does look rather uncomfortable, doesn’t it?

RW: Worst thing is, Cage can’t submit. He’s just got to take this!

Except he hasn’t. Allisa takes off one of her stilettos and throws it at Hect, hitting him in the back of the head. Hect releases the hold and storms into the ring. Allisa shrugs and points at some fat black chick in the front row. As Hect turns and looks she takes off the other shoe and runs at him, with the shoe poised to impale his skull. Hect catches her, nails her with a belly to belly overhead suplex and looks to the world title.

As he bends over to pick it up, he finds that he’s suddenly wrapped up by one Christian Cage. He hits the Event Horizon but with no conscious referee, no count can be made. Cage looks their, almost defeated as he breaks his own pin. He starts stomping angrily on Hect while shouting at Allisa to wake up.

With one stomp, Hect grabs the ankle and climbs up to his feet. He dragon screws himself out of the situation and then runs up against the ropes and hits a hard leg drop, more like a head sandwich scissor kick. He brings Cage up to his feet, only to get a thumb to the eye and ends up whipped into the corner. Cage takes his boot and chokes Hect, to let go and let his knee plunge high up into Hect’s gut. Hect rolls out onto the apron and slowly gets up.

RW: I need a poo.

Cage goes for a big boot and misses. Hect grabs Cage by the back of the head and smashes his face into the turnbuckle. Allisa is back up as Hekutsu forces Cage up to the top rope! Allisa sees the world title and scurries across the mat on hands and knees. She’s about to throw it out when she looks up and sees the two men, both standing up on the top rope.

JC: Such a precarious position for both men to be in.

RW: But nevertheless, a good potential for a move to finish this match off.

Hect looks poised to throw Cage off the top rope to the outside with the Chaotic driver, but with a little struggling, neither man seems to be going anyway too fast. That is, until Allisa clocks Hekutsu over the head with the world title belt sending both men tumbling to the outside from the top rope! Cage lands on a shoulder while Hekutsu lands face first.

JC: OH… MY… HOLY DIVINE FIGURE OF NO PARTICULAR SECT!

Allisa, being the considerate type of person she is, stands in the middle of the ring and starts a count down.

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!

Cage starts to move! Hekutsu is still out cold!

SIX! SEVEN!

Cage is up onto his feet and stagger around for a few moments.

EIGHT!

He sees Hekutsu, still out cold, and turns to the ring.

NINE!

Allisa O’Toole runs against the ropes and slides across the mat to nail Christian Cage in the face with a baseball slide. It sends Cage flying back over the announcers table and over Randy and John.

TEN!