Dane walks out from behind the curtian and pyro shoots off from the ring. Dane looks out to the fans with a huge smile on his face. He then runs down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope.

Daniel Mendoza walks down to the ring waving to the crowd or with determination on his face. He enters the ring by walking up the steps and crouching between the second and third ropes.

Dane Madson starts it off with a standing drop kick on Daniel. Daniel off the ropes with a lunging forearm. Daniel with a superkick on Dane, he covers but only a 1 count. Daniel nails a second rope guillotine leg drop. Daniel with a big time elbow drop.

RW: Daniel Mendoza not holding anything back.

Daniel nails a big boot on Dane as Dane is getting up. Daniel with a spear then a reverse neckbreaker as the crowd cringe, Daniel covers 1…..2….kickout!

JC: That was close there for the tag champ

Daniel with a frankensteiner.

RW: Wow haven’t seen that in a long time.

Daniel now with a belly to belly suplex, then a belly to back suplex, he covers 1….2…kickout by Dane. Dane sets up and nails his Lethal Injection he slowly covers 1….2….3!

RW: That’s it we have new tag champs and its just one guy…Daniel Mendoza.

Friends in low places by Garth Brooks hits as Jack Jones makes his way to the ring.

im 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.

Precious and Jack Jones are both in the ring as the bell rings. On the outside we see Harold looking on in the match. Precious starts it off with a flying forearm then a diamond cutter. Precious hits a headbutt on Jack but they both get the brunt of it as both get woozy from that.

JC: I guess Jack is more bullheaded than we thought.

Precious sweeps the leg and hits an elbow drop. She then hits a powerbomb on Jack.

RW: Pressure, coming down on me, coming down on me, under pressure.

Precious now with a leg drop on Jack’s chest, she covers 1….2…kickout. Precious hits a Precious Effect on Jones as Harold and the crowd cheer. She covers Jack

1….2….kickout by Jack!

RW: Wow that was hard to kick out of, that headbutt to the chest looked vicious.

Jack kicks Precious and tries a powerbomb of his own but she counters with a X-Factor then she nails her Precious Dog as she quickly covers 1…2….3!

JC: Anyway... it's singles match time! Morag is sitting in his corner staring off into space. Azreal stands in the center of the ring without a facial expression.

RW: This sure is a thrill to see.

Morag stands up and he goes toe-to-toe with Azreal. The bell sounds and the two continue to stare. All of a sudden, Morag tackles Azreal to the mat. Left after right after left after right.

JC: Morag is one fierce mother-

RW: Watch yo mouth! This isn't bush league wrestling!

The referee finally pulls Morag away and tries to keep him back, but he dives for Azreal again. This time, Azreal manages to get out of the way, sending Morag face first onto the mat. Azreal grabs Morag and he lifts him up. He throws the legend into the ropes and knees him in the gut on the way back.

JC: Holy sh-

RW: John!

JC: Sorry.

Azreal looks to finish this quickly. He sets Morag up for a powerbomb. While Morag is in the air, he punches his way down to the mat. He then powerslams Azreal before going for the cover.

JC: 1... 2... NO!

Azreal kicks out. Morag goes to the corner and he stands on the second turnbuckle. He goes to drop and elbow deep in Azreal's throat, but again he moves out of the way.

RW: Nicely done.

JC: What... moving?

RW: Yeah. Smart thinking.

JC: Puh...

Azreal stands up, shakes off the attack from Morag, and he pulls the dark legend up by his hair. Azreal sets him up once again for a powerbomb. After slamming him down, he turns it into a Boston Crab.

RW: Look at the torque! Morag can't get out of this one!

Morag struggles towards the ropes, but he can't make it. The pain is too strong.

JC: Morag TAPPED OUT!

The bell rings and Azreal holds on a bit longer before letting go.

RW: I have just been told this match is now a no dq contest, so anything goes!

nekromantic by nightwish begins to play over the PA and Lucretia Black walks onto the stage. Red pyros go off on either side of the ramp and she begins walking down to the ring. She slides in between the mat and the bottom rope. Once inside, she quickly rises to her feet and look around at the audience. She taunts with her arms in the air and retreats to the corner, awaiting her opponent.

Smoke billows out from the entrance ramp, and Ten Thousand Fist by Disturbed hits, lights flashing everywhere. Mike walks down the aisle, winking and clapping hands with fans.

The bell rings and both opponents stare at each other. It's Zybala who charges first, although he seems almost reluctant to hit a lady at first. He goes for a lariat, but Lucretia drops him over the middle rope with a drop toe hold. He stays lying over it, as Lucretia holds onto the top rope, leaps up over it and drops down onto the apron with a leg drop over the back of his head. His throat is forced over the rope, and hence, he is left in agony, choking loudly. Lucretia steps onto the floor below, and Zybala is holding his neck while lying under the ropes. She tugs him out, dropping him onto the concrete.

RW: Ouch, she's mean. God! I love it!

Lucretia continues by treading on his face with her boots, and then twisting around. She sits him up, and drop kick him in the back. Then she lifts him up all way, just to slap him. He stumbles backward from the slap, and falls over the steel steps. He's left with his back arched over the steel, while Lucretia walks over to the time keepers table and ushers to the guy to get up off of his chair. She snaps it together and then holds it over her head with both hands. She brings it down over Mike’s ribs, and he rolls slowly off. He wriths around in pain, but then, he gets up onto his knees. She lifts the chair again. It connects with his skull, but Mike doesn't even stir. He screams at her to hit him again, and she does.

JC: She's only doing what she has to do to get the job done... no harm in using a few weapons to speed the process up.

It only drives him more though, and he gets right back up onto both feet. He smirks at her as blood begins to flow down his face. Confused, and somewhat dazed by the reaction, she swings it down over her head again. He grabs the chair though, and tosses it away after getting it from her grasp. He grabs her hair and slams it into the steel, then keeping a hold of her hair, he tosses her back into the ring. He climbs up onto the apron and then onto the turnbuckle, an area the rookie wasn't used to. He waits for Lucretia to get up - which isn't a long wait due to her resilience and spirit - and he leaps off. It looks like he goes for a double axe handle, but Lucretia reverses it to her advantage. She ducks the axe handle, and brings Mike’s down onto her knee. He lands groin first onto her knee, and falls backwards. She goes for a cover!

One... Two. - Kickout!

JC: Too little too soon it seems.

Lucretia watches on while catching her breath as Mike tries to get up onto his feet. He gives her a dirty look as he gets onto one knee. He gets up and tries to go behind, but Lucretia whips him over with a snap mare, which she follows up with a surfboard. She digs her knee in between Mikes shoulders, and when things look bleak... Mike manages to get back up onto his feet. He fights out of the hold, then whips Lucretia into the ropes. He hits her with a tilt a whirl back breaker and then runs into the ropes himself to hit a leg drop of his own. He goes for a cover, only to get a one count. Mikey gets up and stands back, and waits for his pretty opponent to get up... and as she does, he dropskicks her viciously in the knee to bring her face straight into the mat. She rolls out of the ring and holds her jaw for a few moments and to try and gain her bearings.

JC: This is turning out to be one hell of a match!

Just as Lucretia tries to get back in the ring, Mike jumps out in between the ropes and collids with Lucretia on the outside with a suicide dive! Both of them stay down, but after some time, it's Mikey who's up first.

RW: Where the fuck did he learn that?

He rolls back into the ring, and stays lying on his back. Even Mike is surprised when he sees Lucretia getting to her feet so quickly though. He gets up as quickly as he can using the ropes to his aid. She slides in under the ropes and he grabs her straight away. He whips her into the ropes. Mike goes for another lariat, and she ducks. She keeps on running and rebounds again and hits a shoulder barge right into the center of Mike’s chest. It sends him back into the ropes himself, and as he steps back slowly, she hits him with one hell of a slap! Mike looks away and down to his fists, but he shakes his head thinking of the match at cost. Instead he tackles her to the floor with a spear and tries to cover, but she struggles free. She tries to lock in her own pin as she leaps over in some kind of cradle.

ONE! TWO! THREEEEeeee - Kickout!

She bangs on the mat in frustration. Then she gets up. But then she seems to have a brain wave, and she looks down at Mike with a sly look on her face. She gets down onto her knees and bends over. She holds his jaw with her hand gently and begins to kiss him. He seems reluctant at first, but then he relaxes and kisses back.

RW: Alright Mike, you go boy!

His shoulders fall back and the ref starts to count.

1….2…Mike wakes up in time and kicks out!

RW: Lucretia will use anything and everything as an advantage poor dumb Mike thought she actually wanted to kiss him haha.

Mike gets up but Lucretia is ready and hits her Kiss of Death, she covers 1….2…3!

Pyrotechnics form an "X" over the stage as "X Gon' Give It to Ya" by DMX begins to play.

Jonathan Knight: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, the challenger weighing in at 245 pounds... Xavier Anderson!

Xavier Anderson makes his way to the ring, jumps onto the apron, and climbs into the ring. He approaches the center raising a fist, when Breeden ( already in the ring) runs out of the corner and spears him to the ground. Referee Charles White calls for the bell as the head of the House of Hate pounds on his opponent in the middle of the ring.

Phil Stevens: I hate announcing with you, by the way.

John Cartwright: Suck it up, you pansy, or join the House of Hate.

PS: The way this match is going so far, I just might! Breeden's running amok out there!

The Irish Assassin has brought Anderson to his feet, continuing to punish the latter. Breeden whips his opponent into the ropes, and lays him out with a feirce clothesline on the return trip. Anderson sweeps Breeden's legs out from under him.

JC: Breeden wasn't expecting that!

Anderson is quick to capitalize.

PS: Xtinction!

The painfully modified camel clutch immediately begins to wreak havoc on the Irish Assassin's neck. He reaches vainly for the ropes.

JC: Could this be the end of the House of Hate?

Charles White notices the champ losing consciousness, his arms slackening, and goes over to check. The referee raises the champ's hand once. It drops. Again. It drops. A third time.

JC: Jesus Christ! He managed to get his hand up!

But Anderson is relentless, he shoves the Champ's head onto the floor and begins to stomp on the back of his neck.

PS: Maybe he IS the king of hardcore.

Anderson brings Breeden to his feet and delivers a series of body blows. Breeden stops one in midair and battles back. He delivers an eye rake. The champ presses his advantage, administering a DDT, but Anderson uses the momentum to roll forward, up and over, into a bridge pin.

JC: Christ, where did that come from?

PS: He wants it bad, I guess.

Referee White hardly has a chance to call it before Breeden breaks the pin.

JC: That WAS a pretty brash move, with Breeden having had the advantage before.

PS: Anderson back up to his feet, locks Breeden up. Belly-to-belly suplex! Anderson gets back up, and drops several elbows before Breeden rolls out of the way. Anderson hits the mat hard, clutching his elbow. Breeden picks his opponent up and locks him into an armbar. Anderson wails as the champ exploits a newfound weakness before taking his opponent to the mat with an arm drag.

JC: I think everyone's been watching everyone else's matches lately, and picking up the strategy of systematically eliminating an opponent's faculties.

PS: What the hell did you just say?

Breeden picks the challenger back up but Anderson digs deep and begins an all-out assault. He presses the champ against the ropes, clotheslining him over them. Anderson follows his prey out of the ring and sets him up for Fear Fraction.

JC: It looks like he plans to make Breeden land on the barricade!

PS: He's got him on his shoulders, the champ's swinging around- OH! He lands awkwardly on his neck! This can't be good.

The head of the House of Hate slides to the floor like a ragdoll after his encounter with the barricade. Meanwhile, Charles White is counting both competitors out. Anderson, ever aware, picks Breeden up and rolls him into the ring. The former moves his opponent to the center of the ring and covers.

Crowd (with the referee): One...Two...Three!!!!

We see Jude stand before the bigger Nirvana. The bell rings and Jude strikes first with an arm drag take down, then a knee to the back of Nirvana he tries a sleeper hold but Nirvana sits down as his head connects with Judes face.

Judes head bounces back in a sickly manner.

Nirvana now gets up as he nails a double axe handle then a sidekick then a clothesline!

RW: Nirvana even for an older guy has power.

JC: And still has some speed too.

Nirvana hits a ddt on Jude he covers 1….2…kickout by Jude. Nirvana now locks in a figure 4 as Jude is screaming out in pain.

RW: Man this could be it.

The ref keeps asking Jude if he wants to give up but Jude just shakes his head no. Jude is in allot of pain as he tries to grab the ropes to no avail.

Jude turns around as his knee pops and he screams

RW: I think Saint Jude just dislocated his knee.

Nirvana lets go as he has a sickly smile on his face. Jude tries to get up and cant. Jude screams at Nirvana “is this what you want?!”

Nirvana’s smile fades. Jude says for him to go on. Jude gets up as Nirvana nails him with an uppercut. Nirvana tells him stay down. But Jude slowly gets up again. Nirvana shakes his head. He nails Jude with a lariat sending Jude outside the ring.

JC: This is something I cant watch.

Nirvana follows him to the outside. He kneels beside Jude and you can see him saying “stay down”. Jude looks at him and stands up very slowly. Nirvana throws him against the rail as Jude bounces off it like a rag doll. “Stay down!” Nirvana commands. But Jude only stands up again. Neither man has noticed the ref counting as he calls for the bell.

Jude stands there beaten and broken as Nirvana walks away giving Jude one last look as he leaves.

RW: I…I don’t know what to make of this.

Kyle Murphy's entrance theme hits and he makes his way down to the ring, around it, and to the announcers table, where he puts on a headset.

KM: Howdy, boys.

PS: What an honor to have Kyle Murphy here with us this evening to call the

Main Event.

KM: I'm just here to support my fellow Outlawz.

JC: Of course, you guys were pretty damn good back in the day.

KM: Yeah, well, we're all just folk now.

Dave Van Dam has made his way to the ring in the meantime. Glenn Owen's theme music hits the PA and the champ walks out, clearly ready for his match. He makes his way solemnly to the ring and enter unceremoniously. He puts his title over the rope in a corner as referee Hendrix calls for the bell. Van Dam is out fast, landing a big boot to the face of the champion. Owen staggers back, but in a reversal of momentum launches forward for a flying clothesline.

KM: These are two superb brawlers here, both of which have what it takes to be champion.

PS: But the question is- who wants it more?

Both men are back on their feet quickly and exchange blows across the ring. DVD gains the upper hand, cornering his opponent and spearing the champion against the turnbuckle. Owen clutches his back as he stumbles out of the corner.

JC: Does this mean he's going straight for the spine of the Champion? KM: I think it just means that they have so much respect for each other that they're not going to pussyfoot.

PS: Right you are, Mister Murphy.

DVD follows with a chokeslam and a quick cover. Owen kicks out almost immediately.

KM: He always was a little too eager.

JC: Both men are back up. Owen with a left hook and a solid jab.

This the champion follows up with a South Downs Grave Punch, inflicting serious damage on his opponent. DVD doubles over, and Owen converts his advantage into a piledriver. DVD is layed out but the champion gives his opponent no time to rest. He picks the Immortal Icon up and proceeds to drive him back with a series of punches. The champion whips DVD into the ropes.

PS: Owen is wasting no time.

KM: And he can keep this up for a long time- the guy's strongest feature is probably his stamina. He can last for hours in the ring.

JC: I'd say that's really where he gains his ground on opponents: he can outlast almost anyone.

PS: Outwit. Outplay. Outlast.

KM: This isn't Survivor- it's SFT.

JC: Oh my God! DVD just speared Owen out of the ring on the return trip! The Jumbotron showcases the reply. DVD flies with tremendous velocity at the champion, and the two slip through the second and third ropes and out of the ring. DVD is back up first, surprisingly, and picks Owen up. He whips him into the steel steps.

PS: Oh yeah, TONS of respect between these two.

KM: If you can't join 'em, beat 'em. Only one of them can be champion- and DVD knows that.

JC: There's seems to be some commotion in the crowd.

The crowd parts like the Red Sea as Mike Zybala begins to make his way down to the ring. Meanwhile, Owen is struggling to recuperate and gain ground as he and DVD battle around the ring, exchanging chokeslams and suplexes. All the while, referee Hendrix continues to count down.

KM: What the HELL does Zybala think he's doing?!

JC: You're not going to stop him?

KM: No. Two wrongs don't make a right.

PS: But two lefts do.

DVD and Owen have battled their way to the entrance ramp. Zybala streaks around the ring as the champion and the challenger separate, having become aware of the countdown. Owen and DVD run towards the ring, but Zybala gets in the way of the latter, holding him back. Owen gets into the ring just as Hendrix counts to ten.