Seasons in the Abyss start as we see Shadow walk on to the stage, he's covered in a green spotlight. Shadow has his trenchoat on and his silver cane in left hand and mic on the right, he lifts the mic and says, "Welcome to Seasons in the Abyss, before we start I'd like to introduce our new Titans staffer......Mark Price" A guy in a dark suit and clean cust as boy scout walks out, he puts his glass on and just smiles at the crowd.

Shadow: No one knows Mark here but hes been an influential person since arriving 2 weeks ago, and its official I've hired him and this guy is by the books, but dont mind the false facade hes a wolf in sheeps clothing, in time you'll know what I mean, for now lets get this thing rolling, hit the music, we're out.

RW: wow whose this guy Price?

JC: Beats me (before he can finish)

Wait and Bleed by Slipknot hits as Gust, Brass and Cypher all make their way to the ring.

RW: Well here comes the depleted Dead Pac, but still strong in ranks as they make their way to the ring.

JC: Yeah the loss of their Lieutenant

Kamikaze’s music hits Viva Rock" By Panda Meat (Orange Range) starts playing and the lights turn into the colors of the rainbow and start to swirl around in rythym to the beat. Kamikaze bursts out from back stage with his band and plays it up to the audience. He continues jumping around till he gets to the ring then his band and him climb in and pose on all four turnbuckles.

Kami gets in the ring as the bell rings.

Cypher instantly on the offensive with a arm drag followed by a pump handle slam. Cypher now with a body slam followed by a big time suplex. Cypher now with a drop toe hold. He covers but only gets a 1 count.

RW: Cypher looking impressive after his short leave.

Cypher tries a swan dive off the top turnbuckle but Kami out of the way just in the nick of time. Cypher hits the mat hard. Kami tries to cover but gets a close 2 count.

JC: Cypher with the kickout barely.

Kamikaze now gets on the move with a series of leg locks put Cypher in more pain. Cypher wont give up though. The ref keeps asking but Cypher says no and inches his way to the ropes, and finally grabs it as the ref makes Kamikaze break the hold. Kami grabs Cypher and hits a snap suplex followed up by a facebuster as he covers and the ref counts 1…2….kickout again by Cyher!

RW: Another close call.

Brass and Gust don’t look too worried they don’t even get ready to charge the ring.

JC: The Dead Pac seem unusually calm for this match, I expected them to rush the ring already.

Kami waits for Cypher to get up he turns and Kami nails him with the Kamikrash as the he pins again but again Cypher kicks out. Kami has had enough he climbs the ropes and flies high with a patented Frogsplash but Cypher raises his knees and Kami hits awfully as he grabs his ribs, Cypher covers and the ref counts 1….2…3!

Cypher gets out of the ring quickly as he and the Pac head off.

RW: Wow Cypher with the miracle win there but its over, what a way to start the ppv.

Winner: Louis Cypher

"The time of chaos draws near, my sweet Rachel"

The scene opens to the locker room of Allisa O'Toole, where Rachel Pitt is standing. She's in front of a large vanity mirror, in the reflection we can see a dark figure closing in. Rachel doesn't notice, but she looks around to see where the voice came from. At that moment the mirror cracksm shattering across the locker room and cutting at Rachel's arms. She shrieks at the mirror as Nirvana closes in behind her, holding a gun to her head. He smirks and grabs on of her arms, licking at the blood upon it.

Rachel: What...what the hell are you doing here? They told me...

King: They told you what, Rachel? That I was dead? That I was in a coma and they thought I'd never pull out? Oh, my dear, the rumors of my demise are false. You look upon me now, see the same god that you walked out on. Know...know that my sanity is no longer an issue. It died along with Lucretia.

Rachel: Why...guns...they aren't your style!

King: Style died with Lucretia...

He pushes the gun into her forehead harshly.

King: My life was always a search for one stronger than me, one who could finaly put my soul to rest. But it's a sad fact, Rachel, the life of a warrior is no longer something people strive towards. After a while you start to lose your grip on reality. I thought for once I could settle down, let go of this life of murder and chaos...but it's all a farce put on by you. Lucretia Black? She was never really my wife, she was you... Rachel Pitt. Do I want you in life? That's the big queston. How easy would it be for me to pull this trigger and end it all in a blaze of violence and gore? The madness has taken over, the curse has returned, and you're nothing but ash in the vain of the world. Did Allisa promise you a better life, a better way to survive? I guess she forgot to mention the blood.

Rachel:...The...blood?

King: The O'Tooles and King's have fought since time began, one never really taking hold on death. When one died another would rise. This is the end of the line for the battle, our blood is growing thin and Allisa and I are the last two real members of our bloodlines. Yes, it was I who murdered Riley Thorne's parents. They were a threat to the dominance of the King dynasty. It was only by crawling through the filth of the streets that I became aware of my destiny. I am the last true King, Salem will never be able to walk. He's useless to the bloodline, and with my death the O'tooles will have won. She took you away from me in a moment of hate, and in a moment of hate I could very well take you from her.

Rachel looks up and begins to laugh. She holds out her bloody arms and smirks.

Rachel: You think I was unaware of the bloodlines? Even as Lucretia I had it in me to understand. What did you think? Did you really believe I'd give you an offspring who could continue the war? I'm a woman, not a tool. You always said you loved me, but what was I really except a walking womb? And this ring I wear? I only keep it as a reminder of when I failed myself. You made me weak, and our marriage was a farce. The drugs kept me company for a while, but only your violence kept me in Osaka. I guess I was addicted to the violence, but why should other people suffer? I'm just as insane as you, and if you pull that trigger you will unleash hell. I'm just as much a part of this blood war as you, and the side I choose is the winning side. If I'm going to make anyone suffer, it's going to be you or Allisa - you both deserve the punishment - now, who am I going to choose to be my best friend and my worst enemy? You're mad, Jeff, insane to the point of murder. I am mad to the point of ruining you... but I will not kill you. I would laugh if someone were to rip out your lungs, but I would not be the psychopath to do it. You worship chaos as if it will really bring you some form of peace. No, I'm the only one who very nearly brought you peace. It was so easy to take away, you know, claim love and give forever..."

King: It won't be so easy. We're going to play a little game. You're little circus? It's in Osaka now, and I'm going to start the murder. Each person you held dear will die, and I'll make sure you know of it. In Osaka I am the law, and I say who lives and dies. What about Brown Jenkins? Do you think he'll scream your name when he's thrown to the tigers? Jingles the clown, do you think he'll have a joke to say when I'm ripping at his flesh? You may have turned your back on me, but you may very well die knowing you caused the deaths of hundreds. You know they brought a little girl with them? They said she's good on the highwire, I though I might test it by throwing her off the palace. It's a good four hundred feet before she hits the ground. Poor little thing, she was crying for you last night when I cut off her fingers.

Rachel: Bastard...

She smiles calmly, but then thrashes out and kicks her chair across the room.

Rachel: YOU BASTARD!

She throws a punch at King's face. He grabs at her hand and smirks.

King: You're lucky, you caught me in a good mood. All that screaming last night left me in a pretty good state. I'm here to give you a choice. You come back to Osaka with me and noone else dies. You stay with Allisa and well...your life will become hell and the years of the bloodfued will carry on to you.

He lets go of her arm and walks out of the room as Pitt gets on her cellphone. The beeping of an engaged call answered her. She sighs, tears welling up in her eyes and she tries again.

The opening chords of "Crazy" by Gnarls Barkley play over the P.A. system as Hardcore Hect walks out from the back. He stands on the stage and raises his fist. He then runs down the aisle and jumps through the bottom and middle ropes, doing a somersault and goes into a corner and crouches.

RW: It looks like Hect is ready to go.

JC: but he has a great fight ahead of him.

The lights go out of the arena as City of Angels by the Distillers hit the PA system. The Fiery One is in the middle of the ring. As she lights a cigarette, the lights go up, and she whips out her flask and takes a long swig before throwing the flask to the crowd, holding up a jubilant fist.

RW: this is going to be a great match.

JC: I know. Someone is going to get hurt.

Bronwen and Hect are in the ring. Bronwen looks at Hect and slaps him hard. Hect comes back and hit her with a hard right hand and sends her to the mat. He picks her up from the hair and slings her to the ropes and hits a hard elbow to her face.

RW: Wow Hect is holding nothing back.

JC: he is going right after her.

Hect picks her up from the hair but as he does she spins on her knees and hits him with a low blow. Hect goes down on his knees in pain and she kicks him right in the face. She gets him to his feet and slings him to the ropes and hits a monster power slam…

RW: Wow I didn’t know that she had that kind of power!

JC: now im scared.

Bronwen gets to her feet and gets Hect and hits DDT. She stands over him. She gets him up and hits him with a left hand that rocks him. She goes to hit him again but Hect blocks it and hits a cloths line out of desperation. They are both down. Hect gets up and hits a Cross Arm Snap Power bomb.

RW: Oh my god he killed her!!!!

JC: I think that he did!

Hect grabs her and slings her to the ropes and hits an elbow to the top of the head. He gets by the hair and hits her with a left, then a right and then another left and she goes down. We see that she has blood on her face. Hect just smiles. He gets her up and then she hits a great left hand that rocks him badly. She runs to the ropes and leaps and hit a flying forearm to the top of Hects head. She grabs him and hits Heated anger. The ddt plants him right on his head.

RW: How did she do that!

JC: I think im in love!

RW. Oh for Christ’s sake shut up.

Bronwen gets him up and is there as Hect is woozy. She looks at him straight in the eyes, then drops to her knees and then hits him with the Fire Down Below. We see as his eyes roll to the back of his head. Hect is still on his feet and she slings him to the corner. She gets to the other corner………

RW: what is she doing?

JC: I have no idea.

She runs and hits the hellraiser. Hect goes down face first. She drags him to the middle of the ring and takes him Closer to God. We can see the pain in the eyes of Hect as Bronwen screams for him to tap out. Hect taps out.

RW: oh my God he tapped out. He tapped out.

Fiery One lets go of the hold as Hect gets up smiling, he grabs Fiery One dips her like if they were dancing and kisses her!

JC: What the hell, Hect just stole a kiss, he was smiling, did he do all this just for a cheap kiss?

Hect drops Fiery One on her butt as he jumps off the ring and walks backstage with a big chestchire cat smile on his face. Fiery One has a look of shock on her face.

RW: Gotta respect Hect, only man I know who can submit, lose a match but still walks away a winner and got a long wet kiss to boot, how does this guy always come out on top like that?

JC: God must favor that lucky bastard, Fiery is pretty hot, thought I think he did the right thing leaving as quick as he did, or Fiery would of snapped out of it and punched him for doing that.

RW: Hey maybe she liked the kiss or Hect.

JC: Anything is possible I guess.

RW: what a great match.

Winner: The Fiery One

RW: And tonight the return of Nirvana King

JC: That’s right Nirvana King returns but that isn’t all. He fights a returning Sean Mason.

RW: Sean Mason and King both have amazing records in the SFT.

The lights goes out and then Red sirens go off. "I am Invincible!!!" "Invincible" by Static X blasts over the arena's P.A. system as out steps "The ICON" Sean Mason appears to a enourmous crowd reaction of boos. He walks down the aisle and to the ring apron as he leaps up onto the ring and has the ring announcer hold up the second rope as he slides through it. He gets on the turnbuckles and poses for the crowd.

Evolve Escape Devour

The crowd begins to shout as the arena goes black and pictures of a morgue appear on the striketron. Pictures of bodies ripped apart, bodies crawling with maggots, etc. As the fans begin to boo a light shines onto the ramp as the pictures on the jumbotron change to a big grey screen.

Hurt by Cash hits the pa as a beutiful image of a butterfly emerging from it's cacoon appears on the jumbotron. The arena is plunged into deep green which flashes into red every other second, than back into green. Images of babies being born and animals attacking other animals begint to appear on the jumbotron. First just a child walking, and than a bear attacking a wolf and ripping it's guts out. A sigh is sent out over the pa as a group of freakish humans appear from behind the curtain. Some have distorted and torn faces, but they all take spots at the side of the ramp way and bow.

"The Lord of SFT" appears on the jumbotron as Lord Nirvana walks from behin the curtains, dressed in a ceremonial robe. It's red and drags the ground behind him for a good ten feet. The crowd beings to boo, but most of them are in awe of him as he walks towards the ring with great stride. He has his trademark cane at his side, the tip sharpened into a spike. Around his neck is a huge swastika, covered in barbed wire. He smiles to the crowd with all the pizazze of a salesman, but with the personality of a shark. Comfortable, yet slightly unsettling images display on the jumbotron, Traditional families eating traditional dinners, watching traditional television, playing with traditional toys...but nobody looks happy. They all have a sullen-eyed look about them which underlies the true feelings inside of them. Jeff makes his way to the ring, spinning his cane, and nodding towards the fans, who, in turn, boo him. Climbing into the ring, he removes his robe, revealing his wrestling gear beneath it. He goes to the to the back turnbuckle and taunts the fans with his cane, which he drops outside the ring with his swastika.

Before the match starts he puts his hands on the sides of his face and tears at the skin. He stops when the blood starts to appear on his hands and smiles as he holds his hands up for the bloodthirsty crowd. He licks the blood from his hands in one last act of sin.

Sean Mason charges and a huge forearm to the face of King and starts to nail him over and over and over King caught by surprise slowly gets beat down into the turnbuckle. Sean backs up and holds his hands in the air. Then charges again and drives a knee into the head of Nirvana in the corner. Mason grabs him by the head and sets him up in the corner and slaps him across the face. Then chops him across the chest Nirvana slowly looks up and Mason gives him another hard chop to the chest when Nirvana glares right into his eyes and grabs him and shoves him into the corner. Nirvana with a flurry of punches and knees then leaps with a spinning back kick Mason stumbles out and Nirvana hip tosses him to the ground.

RW: I think Sean just woke him up

JC: you never knock a man down and possibly out then proceed to wake him up. Bad bad bad!

Nirvana off the ropes drops an knee across the head of Sean Mason then off the ropes drops another and goes for a cover.. One…… two…. Kickout. Nirvana to his feet grabs Sean and picks him up and shoots him into a turnbuckle.. Sean reverses it and Nirvana into the corner, Sean Charges in Nirvana kicks his feet up and back as Sean goes under but sean steps back and grabs Nirvanas Legs then grabs on and steps back and kicks nirvana across the front of his body like a football. Sean lets go of Nirvana as he collides with the ground. Sean goes over and grabs him by the head and backs him into the corner turnbuckle. Sean with an Irish whip and Nirvana reverses it but Sean holds on and pulls himself into Nirvana and grabs him by the head and a Russian Leg sweep! Sean with a cover.. One….. Two…. Th kickout. Sean sits up and grabs Nirvana and pulls him to his feet and Nirvana shoves him off and nails him with a Savaat kick. Sean drops nirvana also drops to his knees. Sean rolls out of the ring to the outside. Nirvana slowly gets to his feet using the ropes as Sean backs up a bit and shakes free the cobwebs.

RW: Both men wearing each other down.

JC: Indeed.

Sean climbs the apron as nirvana charges and springboards and dropkicks Sean back to the outside. Nirvana to his feet rolls outside and grabs Sean mason and rolls him inside and covers.. One…. Two… three kickout. Nirvana to his feet Sets up for a Super Kick Sean to his feet ducks and Leg Sweeps Nirvana. Nirvana goes down.

RW: Sean with desperation on that one

Nirvana gets to his feet and charges Sean and leaps for a flying kick but Sean rolls out of the way as nirvana gets up and turns around Sean nails him with The Break Down. And goes for the cover.. One…. Two…. Three… the ref says no.. Nirvana had his foot on the rope. Sean looks at the ref and the ref says no and holds up two fingers and points to the rope.

RW: Nirvana in a close one there.

JC: Sean had him with the breakdown just has to finishe putting the nail in the coffin.

Sean to his feet grabs Nirvana. Sean lifts Nirvana into a firemans carry and is about to nail Nirvana with a Death Vally Driver.. But nirvana kicks his legs and drops behind Sean holding his arm and nails Sean with a cobra Clutch Slam.

RW: He is callin that Lucretia's Death!

JC: the cover..

One…. Two…. Three The ref calls for the bell.

Winner: Nirvana

RW: The winner is Nirvana

JC: That was a rough match but Nirvana comes out ahead.

As I‘m good at being Badd plays Precious comes out with Sweetheart and Harold and she goes to the ring and she puts on leg on the ring then the other doing the splits and then slides under the tope rope as Sweetheart slowly gets in the ring and Harold watches Precious from behind…

JC: You know, she’s hot for a chick who used to be a dude.

RW: Take that back! Precious is amazingly sexy. Do you have a wife? If you had a wife, I would so tell you that Precious is hotter than her.

JC: Bertha stopped making me sandwiches ages ago.

The hauntingly minor downbeat of Slip Out the Back tears through the speakers as the arena dims to black. Intels flicker in alternating red and blue as Grizzly Z charges out of the back and down the ramp like a bat out of Hell. Pyro missiles fire from the base of the ring, lighting the intense wrestler's way as he barrels toward the ring. He slides inside, jumps to his feet and raises a fist in the air, snarling with belligerent ferocity.

Amanda Summers: The following match up is for the vacant European Championship!

Before the bell can even ring, Precious runs at Z with purpose. She leapfrogs right over him and hooks his neck. She drops to the outside and pulls Zion’s neck over the top rope delivering an unorthodox but highly effective neckbreaker. Zion stops moving and lies on the mat.

RW: He can’t already be KO’ed can he?

JC: Tell me… how does a chick pull off a move like that?!

Precious slides into the ring and wraps Grizzly Z into a Mahistrol cradle.

One… Two…

Z kicks out with so much force, Precious slides across the mat, breasts first. Harold stops her from falling out the ring and the two exchange a few words. Z gets up and swears a whole lot at the referee whilst holding his neck.

Next thing you know, Harold is up on the apron shouting at Z to stop whining like a bitch. It sounds like he says something about the Empire and Z loses it. He charges at Harold and goes for a spear through the ropes. Harold flies off the apron and crashes into the guard-rail. But then Precious jumps on Z’s back while he’s still between the ropes and holding onto the top ropes, she pulls back, pushing Z’s neck into the ropes, choking him!

1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5

The referee breaks up the move and Z rests on the ropes for a moment as Precious climbs onto the apron. She lifts the huge Z up to his feet but he grabs her around the throat with one huge hand! He starts running towards the turnbuckle, forcing her to stagger backwards and OOF! He slams her hard into the steel post! She drops down to floor.

JC: Aww… Harold and Precious are both feeling Z’s wrath.

RW: That’s romantic.

Z then climbs the turnbuckle and is a scary sight seeing the huge man considering the prospect of jumping off. He doesn’t so much get the chance though as out of no where, the fired Rachel Pitt drives a fist up into his groin. He lets out a roar and all eyes fall on the referee. He’s been knocked out! Pitt goes to powerbomb him off the top rope but doesn’t have the strength in her. Z punches her hard on the top of the head and she slinks down.

JC: Get that maniac out of here! She’s not even a part of this federation!

RW: I don’t think she realises she’s not the European champion anymore.

Pitt dives back before Z can do anything else. She grabs his leg with both arms and falls back. There’s an eruption as Z falls to the mat and then through it to the floor below!

JC: OMG! Z has broken the ring!

RW: Pitt’s going to have to pay for that one.

Pitt rolls out of the ring and rolls Precious back in. She tries to get Precious to cover her but Precious thinks she’s under attack! She DDTs Pitt!

That’s when Azreal and Jeff King appear on the ramp. Jeff tells Azreal to wait and he storms the ring, grabbing Pitt by the hair and lifts her up. Precious thinks King is also attacking her with his Empire alliance, so from the top rope, she leaps off. King catches her with a spinning round house and she crashes next to Z, who is already stirring.

Jeff returns to Pitt and shakes her from his grips on her hair. The crowd starts booing, but Pitt was playing Possum and shoots a spray of Pink Mist into his eyes! King staggers back and Pitt clothesline him over the top rope, taking her over the top too. Azreal runs down and together King and himself take Pitt to the back.

JC: I feel sorry for her sometimes.

Z crawls out from the hole and stands over Precious. The fans start cheering him and Precious too as she starts to get to his feet. He lets Precious slap him once, then twice but then Harold calls for her to hit him harder. She doesn’t hear him, so she turns to look and Z picks her up with no effort to hit the Maul!

He covers, but the referee is still down and out.

RW: ¡Zion besa senos europeos de madre!

JC: Oooh, was that some European speak?

RW: Yah, I said Z should be European champion! Pitt just screwed the Empire over!

Harold slides into the ring and slams a chair over Z’s head, rolls Precious over onto Z and tries to wake up the referee. When he realises he has the authority to make the count himself, he goes for a quick count…

1! 2! Kickout!

Harold lifts Z up and punches him across the face. Z hits back and they start an exchange. Precious crawls onto all fours and moves behind Zion. Harold winks and runs back into the ropes, on the return, Harold goes for an avalanche butt bash sending Zion back and causing him to trip over the aptly placed Precious!

JC: Holy shit! What a devastating double team move!

RW: What is it called?!

JC: I’d plug ‘Stick a cheeto up your ass!’ Ahh, I love Harold.

Harold rolls out the ring just as another referee rolls into the ring! Precious goes for a roll up cover on Z and then uses the ropes for leverage.

RW: It can’t end like this!

ONE… TWO… THR… KICK OUT!

The crowd goes ballistic, but not as mad as Z as he gets to his feet. He sends her down with a haymaker, wastes no time in going to the top rope and delivering the Z-Sault! HE GOES FOR THE PIN!

ONE… TWO… THRE… KICK OUT!

He lifts her up, Harold gets up to the apron again, so the ref ends up distracted, but Z doesn’t care. Precious gains heat though, somehow, as she delivers an arm drag, followed by another one, followed by a swift head scissors take over. She dropkicks him into the ropes and delivers a drop toe hold sending Z down into the hole in the middle of the ring! Precious climbs the top rope as Z gets back out and walks towards her… from somewhere, Precious releases her own Pink Mist into Z’s eyes and she hooks his head ready for the Precious Dog!

RW: This could be over now!

She leaps off, but Z stops her in mid air, holding her there before politely letting her back down to her feet. Some people in the crowd chuckle, but Precious turns around and goes for a huge bitch slap! He blocks the slap and kicks her in the gut and forces her head between his knees.

He begins Grizzly Justice with one powerbomb, then a second… then he lifts her up into a fireman’s carry on his shoulders. The referee is still distracted but Z lifts the little Precious up to the top rope still over his shoulders. He looks to the outside and signals the Maul! The fans are deafening!

Harold sees what’s happening and jumps back down. He runs around the ring and pleads with Z not to do it.

RW: It would kill Precious!

She starts to struggle but with some goodness, Z turns back into the ring and he still delivers the Maul from the top rope! ‘Holy shit!’ chants ensue. The referee goes for a quick count.

1! 2! 3!

Then he screams for EMTs. The fans just won’t shut up and as Z is handed the Euro title, Harold is the first person by Precious’ side as the stretcher is brought down to the ring.

Winner: Grizzly Z

[The lights in the arena go out. A crimson red pot leaf appears spinning in the middle of the ring. Suddenly the StrikeTron lights up with images of Go Go Dancers and Shane Clemmens winning various matches with both the "Eat a Dick" and "Shoot To Thrill" finishers. Suddenly there's shaking titties as "Lapdance" by N.E.R.D. remixed by Nine Inch Nails begins to play.]

JC: Impressive.

[Spotlights fire up as the arena's lit up in a deep crimson. Lighters fire up in the audience as the music continues to play, driving towards the openning. "I'm an outlaw -- Quick on the draw." That's when Shane appears from the entrance, spotlights centering on him. He strolls down to the ring as fans flip out trying to touch him.]

RW: The girls are screaming for him as if he were a Beatle. This is incredible.

JC: Some can't take it, showing tits and ass and whatever else they can get out to show in time. Even some of the male fans are flush with emotion.

RW: Crazy stuff.

[Shane doesn't pay attention to anyone though, focused on the ring. He ditches his red leather jacket before breaking into a full sprint straight to the ring, slidding in. The music is now loud and alive, as Shane pops to his feet, spinning around the ring, flexing and showing off for the crowd. Not to mention, spotting jiggling titties in the crowd. In the distance, blurred signs that read "Shane says, Let's see some tits!"]

JC: This man has quite a following... and he's only Television Champion!

RW: He makes that title look like a main event title.

JC: If only he weren't defending against a jobber...

[ "Adrenachrome" by Grade 8 begins to play and the lights flicker. Moments later, the youngest SFT legend of all time walks out. The lights continue to flicker as Nathan Gust runs straight to the ring and he enters without hesitation. He then takes a step towards Shane and stumbles, holding his hip.]

RW: Oh nice. Running to the ring was a great idea.

[Shane hands the title to the ref and he approaches Nathan as he backs up to the corner. Shane smiles as he gets in Nathan's face.]

SC: Are you ready for an ass whoopin'?

[Nathan pauses...]

NG: Yes, sir.

[Shane backs up to the center of the ring and he taunts Nathan... who approaches slowly. The opening bell sounds and Shane extends his hand. Nathan smiles and he puts his hand out. Shane pulls his hand back and hits a high impact lunging side kick... knocking Nathan straight to the mat!]

JC: Shoot to Thrill!

[He helps Nathan up and delivers his innovative inverted DDT...]

RW: Eat a Dick!

JC: Watch your mouth!

[Shane goes for the pin.]

RW: 1... 2... 3!

JC: Whoa. Such an easy victory for Shane Clemmens!

Winner: Shane Clemmens

The arena is completely dark as "Bullet-Proof Skin" begins. The only light now comes from the illuminated screen as words appear and pass.. "Carnal"..."Fatal"...."Immortal" The guitar riffs and the crowd pops insanely. Smoke sifts through the entrance ramp, the lights beneath it illuminating it. As the lights are turned on Havoc walks through the smoke to another pop. He walks slowly and gracefully down the ramp, stopping for a moment to gently roll a tuft of smoke from his mouth and look at the "Havoc" signs dispersed amongst the crowd. He slides into the ring and walks to one turnbuckle standing atop it and raising one arm; the crowd pops again. He walks to the corner diagonal from that and poses again, to another pop.

RW: Great pop there for Havoc.

Then "Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria blares to life, sending the fans into a roar of approval. Seth Dryden appears on the ramp, grinning from ear to ear with the hardcore title around his waist. 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 while holding his title. He hands it to the referee and Havoc hands his title belt to the ref.

JC: And now the Hardcore Champ gets in there, without a fear or regard for human body.

The two men then stand only a few footsteps apart and the crowd buzzes in anticipation. The two men smirk to one another and look at the weapons already scattered about the ring. They decide not to use them just yet and lock hands in a test of strength. Seth gains a quick slight advantage, but Havoc uses his superior size to put Seth to the ground. Seth pops back up quickly and Havoc locks in a hammerlock. He then extends Seth’s arm and spins it around. Seth uses his quickness to his advantage though, somersaulting then kipping up and reversing the move to Havoc who reels a bit. Seth then sweeps Havoc’s legs from under him while maintaining the hold.

RW: Lookit these two just go at it

Havoc rolls forward and wraps his legs around Seth’s arm, breaking his hold and creating one for himself. Seth looks at his placement in the ring and realizes he can’t reach any ropes, so he tries to get his legs around Havoc’s neck but Havoc slaps them away. He then kicks Havoc in the face, causing him to lose his guard, and then he locks his legs around his neck and rolls onto his stomach. Havoc grabs Seth’s legs and slowly pries his head out from his legs and folds Seth’s left leg over the back of his right knee before grabbing his right ankle and quickly somersaulting forward, causing his leg to contort badly.

JC: ouch man thats gotta really hurt, I mean OUCH

Seth rolls quickly away and rests his hand on his right leg, making sure everything is still where it should be. He then gets up and Havoc runs at him, he rolls out of the way and Havoc come across from the turnbuckles. Seth decides to quickly raise the volume of the match as he quickly a chair and nails Havoc in the side of the face with it, as he’s running back towards him. He then picks Havoc up and uses his striking prowess hitting a left jab followed by a right and then an uppercut, sending Havoc to the ropes.

He then runs at Havoc, but Havoc ducks and throws Seth over his head. With great ring presence though, Seth manages to land on his feet on the apron and catches Havoc in the back of the head with a kick. He then goes for a springboard clothesline. But as he’s doing that, Havoc picks up a chair and dropkicks it straight into Dryden’s face. Havoc lifts him up, Seth is still fully conscious though so he swings at Havoc who ducks and grabs his arm, locking it in a half nelson before hitting a half nelson suplex onto a trashcan that was already in the ring, causing it to contort to Dryden’s body. Havoc then picks Dryden up and signals for the end. He picks him up into a fireman’s carry and hits the Deicide. He covers,

1………..2………….no

RW: Close call there but no dice

Seth kicks out. Havoc looks around, more disappointed than stunned. He smirks and shrugs and picks Seth back up. Seth though fights back again with his boxing skills, hitting Havoc in both the stomach and the head. He punches Havoc in the gut, hunching him over and then he delivers a brutal knee to Havoc’s face. He then runs to the ropes and springboards off of them, hitting the “Kings over Jacks”. He covers.

1………2………..no

Havoc kicks out. Seth looks a bit frustrated. He drags Havoc’s prone body towards the corner and heads to the top rope. He signals that he’s ready to finish it and flies off the turnbuckle, hitting the “Ace’s Full”. He covers 1……..2………no

RW: Im getting dizzy here so many missed pins!

Havoc kicks out yet again. Seth become irate. He picks Havoc back up and shouts “DEICIDE!”

He smiles as he lifts Havoc into the fireman’s carry position. He swings his legs back, but Havoc realizes what’s going on and as his body spins, he wraps his arms around Dryden’s throat and falls backwards into a rear naked choke. Dryden’s eyes bulge from their sockets and he grasps desperately at his neck, digging his nails into Havoc’s hands. His fighting becomes less and less fierce though. He coughs once and his arms go limp. The ref calls for the bell

Connor gets to his feet and looks down at Becky. Connor spts on her, and then spits on Kabal. He raises his hands in victory and then leaves the ring.