January 26, 2009
Qwest Arena
Boise, Idaho

Khrystal Walker is led by Pussy Valiant into the office of Marcus Richards. He is sitting behind his desk, and stands to give a warm handshake to the Strongest Girl on Earth. She is wearing her business suit, trimmed in neon green.

KW: PPV says you want to see me. What have I done now?

MR: Nothing, nothing. I just have an offer for you.

KW: Ok, shoot. I’ll listen to anything.

MR: As you can see from the past weeks, I have a problem with lack of respect. Many of the IEW rules have been broken, my authority has been questioned, as well as my manhood. I am no wrestler, Ms. Walker, but you are. Hence I come to my point.

KW: Go ahead.

MR: I want, no I need an enforcer., someone who can enforce my will on the IEW. Now I know that several of the fed heads of the past have either been their own or have hired enforcers for their private agendas. I have no such agenda. I just want the IEW to be orderly. A fair orderly federation will attract the finest competition from across the world.

KW: I’m beginning to see your drift.

MR: I’m glad. I simply want the IEW to be the best in the world. For that, I need an army. A One Bitch Army.

KW: No.

MR: Why? As many times as you have frankly been done it by this federation, why would you refuse such an honor?

KW: Simple, boobie. As long as I’m the enforcer around here, I can’t get what I want. That’s the World title.

MR: I could easily arrange for you to get an opportunity.

KW: Then why haven’t you? I got my fourth World title match in my IEW career against Twisted. He gets DQed, and I win. Then you give the shots to Halliwell. It told me everything I need to know.

MR: Do you think Mr. Halliwell did not deserve those shots?

KW: That’s not my job to say. All I have said for years is that repeatedly I have beaten the stars of this federation and received nothing for it. I have beaten World title contenders and not received. I have beaten the unbeatable and succeeded. Therefore, I should have received more than what I did. I am contractually bound to receive a United title rematch, but you set up a match to name a new contender. Now you simple-minded, pea-brained excuse for a metrosexual, why should I trust you?

MR: Now see here!

KW: No you see! I’m tired of being pushed around! What’s the use in trying when you can’t even get the opportunity to succeed! I was tainted as not being able to beat an imaginary wrestler, but I have more singles titles than anyone in the company! I have been railroaded by every owner, president, and other wrestling royalty since I made my debut! Tell me, Richards, how is what you are proposing any different?

MR: Truthfully, it’s not, but in one respect. I know how good you are. I have seen you beat the very best, all with the truest standard of honor. What is it that you say? You stand in your own boots and do your own work. I respect that—

KW: Then give me what I have earned.

MR: Only if you do what I want.

KW: Then you think I haven’t earned it. You are no different than the others. I’m done.

Walker turns to leave.

MR: Ms. Walker, if you leave, you will be in violation of your contract!

Walker turns around, and with a grace and power not usually seen, even of her, she flips the oak desk of Richards to the side. She then moves in close to meet Richards eyeball to eyeball.

KW: Then get legal to write me a release. NOW.

MR: Very well. As soon as I can get to my phone, I’ll tend to it.

KW: Good. I hate to leave, I do. But I will not be mistreated again.

Walker is then seen leaving the arena with her bags in tow.

MR: She’ll be back. I hope.

[The scene opens to a full view of the arena as "When The Weight Comes Down" by Black Stone Cherry hits the speakers. Fans hold up signs saying "HIRO!!!", "The Spiral Goes Downward", "Jessica's Helping Hand", "My Legend Is Returning", "SWAMP THING!!!", and "Phoenix Is My Hero".]

JR: Ladies and gentlemen we are coming to you live from The Qwest Arena in Boise, Idaho and we have quite an exciting evening scheduled for you tonight.

B: You're talking about whats about to come, what about whats already happened?! Who would have thought that Khrystal Walker would walk out on the IEW?

JR: Certainly not me, but she still has a match for later this evening and I am not going to speculate on her status until the time comes.

B: Theres no need to speculate, the door closed behind her, end of story.

Mic: This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from the Inner Circle, this is Hightower!

("Toxicity" by System of a Down hits on the PA, and Hightower comes walking out onto the stage. He slowly raises his hand to the crowd with a scream, and then he bashes his fists together and starts walking down to the ring. He slowly climbs in the ring over the top rope and paces over to the ropes, holding his arms up high.)

And his opponent, from the Game Boys, this is Kyle Shane!

"Intergalactic" by the Beastie Boys plays over the speakers as multicolored lights flash on the stage. Kyle Shane walk out onto the stage, and looks around at the audience for a moment, then he slaps his face a few times as if getting himself ready. He walks down the aisle and climbs in the ring, and stretches a few times to get ready.

Mic: Your referee is Kyle Mackal.

JR: We have two tag team specialists in single action here.

B: Hightower is just too big, too strong.

The pair lock up and Hightower pushes Shane into the corner. He hits a big forearm to Shane’s chest. He tries again, but Kyle ducks and starts pouring kicks into the ribs of Hightower. He then snapmares the giant over and hits him with a dropkick to the back of the head!

JR: Solid beginning by Shane!

B: It’s not the beginning, it’s the end that counts.

Shane continues the pressure with a Mexican surfboard, stretching the big man’s arms behind him. Hightower refuses to submit, and works his way to the near ropes to get a break.

JR: Shane breaks clean and backs up for whatever Hightower might have in store. No, he’s not a sissy for breaking the rules.

B: Yah, he is.

Shane moves in on Hightower quickly and snaps a vertical suplex. He then goes up to the top rope, but Hightower rises up and changes Shane’s idea. He rushes the big man, hits a Manhattan drop, and then waits. Hightower spins around to face a superkick!

B: Cutscene! It could be over!

1

2

Kickout with authority!

Hightower rolls to the right, and tries to stand, but Shane hangs on his back and locks in a sleeper. He tries to choke out the big man, but Hightower backs into the corner and forces the break with Shane behind him. He stays on the ropes and when Hightower moves far enough forward, Kyle dives off with a double axhandle on the back of the giant.

JR: Shane has been known to have a mean streak, and he’s showing it tonight.

Kyle hits a fireman’s carry and locks on a scissored armbar. Hightower squirms in pain as he fights to get out of the hold.

JR: I never knew Shane was so fond of submissions, but he’s working hard to get Hightower to give it up.

Hightower rolls to his side and stands bent over, forcing Shane’s shoulders to the mat.

1

2

Kickout!

Shane quickly gets separation from Hightower and hits and enziguri that staggers the giant. He hits another and another, until the big man falls. Shane then pounds his fist in the air and heads to the top. He tries to hit a diving legdrop.

JR: He missed! He tried to climb the ladder of success and burned!

B: Now Hightower better get in high gear!

The Inner Circle’s giant rises and grabs Shane by the head and beals him across the ring. He then picks up Kyle and applies a double chokebomb. Not satisfied with the result, he applies a double chickenwing submission, but Kyle gets his foot on the ropes before Hightower can turn him away.

JR: Good work by Hightower, I’ll have to say!

Hightower hits a Inverted facelock into a twisting elbow drop across the chest! He pins Kyle!

1

2

Kickout!

B: Kyle kicked out of Wake the Giant! That proves he’s tough.

Kyle runs at Hightower to hit another enziguri, but Hightower ducks and lets Shane hit the mat. Shane quickly rolls out of range and rushes to attack again, but Hightower hits him with a hanging chokeslam!

JR: Hang Time! It might be over!

1

2

3!

Mic: Your winner, Hightower!

JR : Shane gave a great effort, just not enough this time.

(As the camera switches backstage, we find ourselves in the locker room of Black Rose. Amiko is wrapping her wrists up with black tape, determined in preparation for the match against Stylez. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and Jessica Matheson walks in. Jessica smiles, and as Amiko stands Jessica holds up her uninjured hand to placate her.)

Jessica: I know you told me to stay out of this, but sweetie, Christian Stylez isn't coming in alone. Between Rob Hanes and Spiral, he's got more than enough backup in his corner and I cannot let you fight them off by yourself.

Amiko: Jessica...!

Jessica: I promise, that since this is a matter of pride to you, that I won't get involved... but if you need me, I am here.

Amiko: And how will you do that, oh wise one? Especially minus a limb?

(Jessica looks at the cast on her left arm with a smirk.)

Jessica: Pffft, like this hand was good for anything else other than --

Amiko: Focus, please?

Jessica: Absolutely.

Amiko: Jess... you don't have to do this.

(Jessica sobers.)

Jessica: I do. According to Christian Stylez he's the innocent victim of all this, that I fired the first shot. So I guess it's only right that I see it through to the end. But he thinks that he is going to disgrace you, make you beg him for mercy. Don't you do it, Amiko. Don't you give him that satisfaction.

Amiko: I'd die before I submit to that arrogant bastard.

Jessica: Right then. On that happy note...

(She hugs Amiko.)

Jessica: Good luck.

(Amiko smiles a little, but her smile turns to a worried frown as the scene ends.)

(A demonic laugh is heard, as the lights go out. The opening notes of "Greasepaint and Monkey Brains" by White Zombie start up on the PA, as the IEW-Tron shows clips of Sicko destroying people. Then, a large burst of red fireworks explode from the stage, and Sicko comes walking out. He stares at the ring, and walks slowly down.)

JR: Sicko is in the ring, but he doesn’t have an opponent!

Mic: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match by forfeit, Sicko!

Tina Garcia lifts Sicko’s hand.

JR: Walker must really be gone. She would never back down from Sicko.

B: She had that cushy job offered to her, and she quit. Well, on to bigger and better things. The show must go on, you know.

*The scene switches to the titantron where Jason Twisted is walking around backstage, with the World Title around his shoulder.*

JR: Here’s the champ, Jason Twisted! He must be on his way to prepare for his title defense tonight in our main event.

*Twisted stops for a moment at a not-well-lit hallway. Behind him, the cameraman notices two eyes peering at Twisted in a dark corner. The crowd cheers loudly trying to warn Twisted, but he is at the other end of the arena and cannot hear a thing from the main stage. A hand slowly creeps out of the darkness, almost as if reaching for the World Title.*

B: What is going on here? Who is trying to sneak up on Jason Twisted!? JASON LOOK BEHIND YOU!!

*As if sensing what is going on, Twisted turns around quickly… but the figure and hand disappear in the corner just in time. Confused and baffled, Twisted just shrugs his shoulders and continues to walk off camera. The camera however stays on the shadowy corner, where a hooded man walks into the light, staring in Twisted’s direction.*

JR: Who is that man? And what is he doing stalking Jason Twisted like that?

B: Whoever it is, he just saved himself a beat down from the World Champ.

The Mic: The following is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 137 pounds and being accompanied by her partner Jessica Matheson, she is one half of the IEW Tag Team Champions... AAAAAAAMMMIIIIIKOOOOO YAAAAAAASHIIIIIIIDA!!

"Clock is ticking while I'm killing time
Spinning all around
Nothing else that you can do
To turn it back
Wicked partnership in this crime..."

("Our Truth" by Lacuna Coil hits the speakers as Amiko and Jessica enter the ramp, carrying the Tag Team championships over their shoulders. Jessica looks at Amiko with a smile, as Amiko stays focused ahead. They make their way to the ring, causing a stir from the males in the audience and a modicum of jealousy from the female contingent.)

"Ripping off the best
Condescending smile trying to forget (Wasting my time)
We're falling right through
Lying to forget (Telling more lies)
We're raising our truth
Go on and tease me..."

(They climb onto the apron, as Amiko stands, as aloof as ever, and climbs into the ring. Jessica stays at ringside.)

JR: Jessica wanted to be the one who competed in this match, but a brutal attack from Christian Stylez and his ally Spiral left her with possibly a broken wrist.

Brutus: Just like a woman to back out of doing something because of something small like a broken nail or shattered bones.

JR: I hardly think it's anything small, Brutus. Just the fact that she's out here tonight should tell you something.

The Mic: And her opponent, he weighs in at 225 pounds, and he is the IEW Intercontinental Champion... CHRRRRRRIIIIISTIAAAAN STYYYYYLEEEZ!!

"So when you fall to the ground
And finally get back to reality,
When none at all is around,
So tell me how does it feel to be the enemy
Step up to me, step up to me
Step up to me, step up to me
You wanna be a big time player its not to be
Look at your face, look at your name"

("Enemy" by Sevendust plays as the big screen shows images of Christian Styles, with his trademark smirk, looking into the camera, interspersed with shots of him nailing people with his kendo stick or hitting the Once and Future Shock. As the music kicks in harder, Stylez walks out onto the stage, the stick laid behind his neck and both arms resting upon it. Rob Hanes follows along behind him, laughing, and telling the crowd to get off their asses and clap. Stylez looks around the arena for a second, and then cracks his neck to the side a bit, before continuing down the ramp. He climbs in the ring, turns to the camera, and makes a gun gesture with his finger and points into the camera with a smirk. He lays his stick to the side, and stretches for the match.)

Brutus: This man knows what it's all about. He knows what it takes to make a woman cry and beg for her life.

JR: And you consider that a good thing?!

Brutus: Yes. Why, don't you?

(Tina Garcia calls for the bell. Christian and Amiko circle the ring, Amiko looking a tad bit worried. Stylez goes for a lockup, but Amiko steps out of the way. Amiko nails him in the leg with a low kick to the hamstring. Amiko hits Stylez with a jump spinning sidekick that sends him crashing into the corner. Amiko runs and she devastates Stylez with a corner splash. Stylez stumbles out of the corner. Amiko runs off the ropes and takes Stylez down with a bulldog. Stylez gets to his feet. Amiko grabs him from behind and she takes Christian down with a falling neckbreaker. She gets up to her feet and drops a leg across his throat. Amiko plants the point of her elbow into Stylez' sternum as she covers.)

1... Kickout.

(Stylez pulls himself up, right into a leg lariat from Amiko. Stylez gets to his feet again, but Amiko takes him down with a hiptoss, then she twists her body around in a cartwheel right in front of him, and as he sits up he is met with a low dropkick to the chest. Amiko covers.)

1... Kickout.

JR: While Christian Styles is no slowpoke himself, he gives up quite a bit of speed to the smaller and lighter Amiko.

Brutus: I wonder if she's anorexic.

JR: Brutus!

Brutus: What? Tons of totally hot models and actresses do that, it keeps them looking fit.

JR: You are a sick person Brutus.

(Amiko and Stylez both stand up at the same time. Amiko charges towards Stylez. Stylez drop toeholds Amiko, and mounts her from behind, then he begins laying into her with stiff crossface forearm shots, again and again, as she tries to cover up. Stylez points to Jessica on the outside, motioning to her, and Jessica grits her teeth angrily. She begins cheering for Amiko to get to her feet. Stylez lifts Amiko up, slapping her over the back of the head. He drops her with a pendulum backbreaker, then goes for a cover.)

1... Kickout.

(Stylez grabs Amiko by the hair and he pulls her up. Stylez laughs in her face right before nailing her with a hard right. Stylez watches as Amiko tries to get up. Once she gets to her hands and knees, Stylez pushes her back to the mat with his foot. He laughs as she struggles to get up again. The third time she tries, she gets out of the way. Amiko takes Stylez down with a legsweep kick. Both parties get to their feet, but Stylez is quicker with a boot to the gut. Stylez grabs her by the hair, pulling it hard and sending her crashing to the mat. Tina Garcia warns him about the hair pulling, and Stylez tells her to shut it. He walks over to Amiko, stands his boot on her hair as he grabs her hands and pulls up, fiercely yanking her hair. Amiko screams. Tina begins a count to a disqualification, and after a few more moments of torture Christian releases Amiko, looking at Jessica with a laugh.)

JR: There are few men in the IEW more despicable than Christian Stylez.

Brutus: If by despicable, you mean awesome, then I agree.

(Stylez waits for Amiko to get back up. He grabs her by the arm, and then he sends her into the corner as hard as he can. Amiko slams against the turnbuckles and she falls back down to the mat, clutching her chest in pain. Stylez pulls Amiko up to her feet. This time, he sends her into the opposite corner. She hits it back first, but she doesn't go down. Stylez charges at Amiko full speed. When he gets close, Amiko goes to lift her boots into his face but he stops, catching himself, and he grabs her feet. He flips Amiko over the top rope. Amiko hangs on to the ropes. Stylez goes to lift her back into the ring and she meets him with an elbow shot to the face. She grabs his head and drops it down across the top turnbuckle, hanging Christian up on the top rope. Stylez falls back, holding his throat. He rolls to his feet, as Amiko comes vaulting off the ropes with a springboard flying forearm smash, taking Christian Stylez down. The crowd pops. Amiko goes for a cover.)

1... Kickout.

(Amiko lifts Christian up, but he is able to scoop her up and drive her backwards into the turnbuckles. He rams a few violent shoulder thrusts at her, and then he begins to boot her down and stomp on her. He backs up to the opposite side of the ring, going for a facewash kick, but Amiko rolls out of the ring. Stylez stops himself at the turnbuckles. Amiko stares at him from the aisle. Stylez grins at her, making a "this close" gesture. Amiko starts climbing back in the ring. She motions for Tina to hold him back. As soon as she steps in the ropes Stylez clubs her over the back, pulls her out in a facelock so that her feet are hanging on the middle rope and nails a vicious spike DDT. He covers.)

1... Kickout.

JR: Christian Stylez is a former two-time United Champion, his resume speaks to how tough he is, but Amiko has been in the ring with some nasty customers herself. It is going to come down to a battle of wills here tonight.

(Stylez lifts Amiko up, planting her with an STO backbreaker. Then he applies a sleeper hold. Amiko flails her free arm around, as Stylez is able to lift her around and shake her back and forth. Tina starts to check Amiko's arm, but Amiko fights to stay awake. Jessica is getting the crowd behind her. Amiko is able to move her free arm and she begins flinging elbows back into Stylez' midsection repeatedly. Stylez loosens the hold, and Amiko tries to break free, but Stylez clubs her over the back of the head, and then drops her with an inverted facelock backbreaker. He rolls her over and applies a surfboard stretch, with a knee in her back. He pulls back on the move. Amiko screams in pain as the hold is cinched in. Tina asks if she'll give up.)

Brutus: Come on, woman, do the smart thing. Give up and go back to your kitchen!

JR: This isn't the 1930's, Brutus. Women have rights to do whatever they want.

Brutus: Right, and what Amiko would really want, instead of being here getting her ass kicked, is to make me a sandwich.

(Amiko is still struggling in the hold, but she refuses to give up. The crowd is getting behind her, as Jessica slaps the mat to get Amiko into it. Amiko starts trying to fight to her feet, and then Stylez pushes her forward to the mat. Stylez drops an elbow on her back. He lifts her up, and irish whips her to the ropes. Amiko stops herself by hanging onto the top rope. Stylez goes charging at Amiko, but she pulls down the top rope. Stylez goes over the top rope, and hangs on. He pulls himself up onto the apron, and he reaches over and grabs Amiko. He looks to give Amiko a vertical suplex out of the ring. Amiko blocks, and then she swings one of her legs up in an enziguri, connecting with the side of Stylez' head. Stylez wobbles, but he hangs on to the top rope with one hand and doesn't fall. Amiko runs to the opposite ropes, and vaults over the top rope, catching Stylez around the head and giving him a hurricanrana that takes both of them off the apron and crashing down into the aisle. The crowd pops.)

JR: Did you see that amazing maneuver?!

Brutus: Crash and burn, baby! But Stylez looks as bad as Amiko.

(Tina leans out to check on Amiko and Christian. Both are down in the aisle. Tina starts to count both of them out, but then Amiko slowly gets to her feet. She starts to advance on Christian, but she notices Rob Hanes walking around behind her. Rob spots Amiko, and holds his hands up as if to say "it's cool" With that distraction, Stylez is able to thumb Amiko in the eye when she turns back around. Stylez wraps his arms around Amiko's midsection and drive her into the apron with force, back first. Amiko screams in pain, and holds her lower back. Stylez drives her into the apron again, and rolls her into the ring. Amiko contort around, holding her back. Stylez drops an elbow across her lower back, and then applies a half Boston crab. Amiko screams in pain.)

JR: Christian Stylez obviously came in with a game plan, to weaken Amiko and slow her down to keep her from using her aerial offense.

Brutus: That's why he's making the big bucks.

(Stylez yells for her to submit. She refuses. Tina asks Amiko to give up, but Amiko fiercely shakes her head. Amiko starts crawling towards the ropes, but Stylez sits back on the hold and refuses to let her move. Amiko yells in pain.)

Brutus: Come on, just give in! It'll save you some pain!

JR: Amiko has proven something to me tonight. She would rather go down fighting than disgrace herself to Christian Stylez.

Brutus: Her partner thought the same way, and Christian Stylez and Spiral made her pay for that. Doesn't she see? It's futile.

(Amiko screams, as Tina again asks her if she gives up. Amiko starts trying to crawl for the ropes again, but Stylez is keeping her just out of reach. She stretches out, feeling for the bottom rope. Finally, she is able to grab it. Tina tells Stylez to break the hold, but he refuses at first. Tina starts counting, and Stylez releases Amiko on the count of 4 and a half. Stylez starts pacing around, absorbing the heat from the crowd and taking in the loud chorus of boo's. He begins ferociously booting Amiko. He lifts her up and lays her throat first across the middle rope and he begins choking her. Tina admonishes him, telling him he is close to getting disqualified, and Stylez gets in her face with attitude, telling her to back off. Stylez lifts Amiko up, walks her over to the corner and pushes her in. Amiko slumps into a seated position, and Stylez backs up, running in and delivering a brutal facewash kick.)

Brutus: Shocking Development!

JR: This isn't right, at the end of the day Amiko is still a woman!

Brutus: So are you saying that because of that, she can't take it?

JR: No, that's not what I said!

Brutus: I knew it all along! You're a sexist! I'm going to let her know about that when she's making me a sandwich.

(Stylez pulls Amiko out and covers her.)

1...

2... Kickout.

(Stylez lifts Amiko up. He hooks her in position and lifts her up for a powerbomb, but Amiko is able to twist around and turn it into a victory roll. Tina counts...)

JR: She might take Christian Stylez by surprise here!

1...

2... Kickout.

(Stylez angrily shoots to his feet. He clubs Amiko down to the mat. He grits his teeth, egging her on to get up, and when she does he goes for a clothesline, but she ducks out of his way and when he turns, he is met with a double knee facebuster. Both parties are laid out on the mat.)

JR: Amiko with a counter! But too much has been taken out of her!

(Tina checks on both parties. Amiko slowly starts pulling herself up as Stylez rolls to his feet, holding his mouth. Amiko boots Stylez in the gut and is able to lift him up, hitting a crossleg hook Michinoku driver II. She then runs to the ropes and nails a springboard corkscrew senton across the midsection of Stylez. She covers...)

JR: Grasscutter, following that flurry of offense! She may have him!

1...

2... Kickout.

(Amiko rests, trying to catch her breath. After a moment she pulls herself up to her knees, then her feet, and walks over to Stylez, who is scooting into the corner. She tries pulling him up, but he trips her as he grabs her by the back of her pants, and shoves her forward so that she goes flying forward into the steel ringpost, connecting shoulder first. Amiko cringes in pain and pulls herself out. Stylez gets to his feet with a confident smile, and he backs up to the middle of the ring, gathering momentum for a charge as he runs toward her laid in the corner. At the last moment, Amiko moves, sliding between the ropes to stand out on the apron, and Stylez hits the turnbuckle chest first. He stumbles back against the ropes with Amiko behind him, and she takes the opportunity to apply a Tarantula submission hold, stretching Stylez in the ropes. Stylez shouts in pain. Tina tells Amiko to get out of the ropes and gives her a count to a disqualification, and Amiko holds on long enough to do some damage. She releases the hold, and as Stylez stumbles out of the corner, holding his back, Amiko climbs to the top rope. She grabs Stylez by the head and takes him down with a tornado DDT.)

JR: Amiko is fighting back with everything she has!

(Amiko runs to the ropes and hits a shooting star press from a standing position, into a pin on the prone Stylez.)

1...

2... Kickout.

(Amiko lifts Stylez up, hooking his arms to give him a pyramid driver, but he is able to back drop his way out of it. Stylez staggers to his feet, as does Amiko, and Stylez knees her in the gut, lifts her up onto his shoulders and flings her off, drilling her with a fireman's carry gutbuster. Amiko rolls around, holding her midsection in pain.)

JR: Paradigm Shift!

(Stylez rests for a moment, and then he motions to Rob Hanes. Rob Hanes starts walking over to get a steel chair, but he is confronted by Jessica. Rob and Jessica exchange a few choice words, and then Rob says something insulting to Jessica. Jessica hauls back and slaps the taste out of his mouth. Rob begins angrily taking off his coat, and then he challenges Jessica to do something. Jessica gives him a right hand to the face, knocking him down. Jessica points and shouts at Stylez in the ring. Stylez stares at Jessica for a moment, and then Amiko is able to roll him into a standing la Magistral cradle.)

JR: Rob Hanes proved more of a distraction for Stylez than it did for Amiko!

1...

2... Kickout.

(Stylez gets to his feet, as does Amiko. She begins peppering him with a flurry of rights, backing him up to the ropes. She whips him to the opposite ropes, and as he comes back she takes him down with a Lou thesz press. Amiko gets to her feet, and Stylez rolls to his, only to be nailed with a onefooted dropkick. Stylez rolls to his feet, and then Amiko unloads on him with a series of slaps to the face, backhand chops, and a spinning backfist. Stylez stumbles on his feet for a second, and then Amiko blasts him in the side of the head with a roundhouse kick. Stylez flops onto his face.)

Brutus: I do like this girl. She's got moxie.

(Amiko rolls Stylez over.)

1...

2...

3... Kickout.

(She lifts Stylez up, but he takes her by surprise with a European uppercut. He stumbles to his feet, shaking the cobwebs out. Amiko runs at him, and he takes her down with a snap scoop powerslam into a pin.)

1...

2...

3... Kickout.

JR: Both combatants have really showed a level of resilience tonight that we rarely see in the IEW.

(Stylez lifts Amiko up and gives him another forearm shot, taking her to her knees. Stylez looks down at her with an enraged snarl. He begins screaming choice words at her, yelling for her to get up. He pulls her up and punishes her with a belly to back suplex into a backbreaker. He then grabs her legs, looking for a modified Texas cloverleaf, but she keeps pounding on his head and trying to kick him off.)

JR: Stylez is looking for the Reigns of Pain on Amiko.

Brutus: If that gets locked on, that's it. Game over.

JR: I don't know, Amiko could --

Brutus: Game over, man. Game over!

(Stylez gives up on trying for the submission at the moment, and simply grips her legs, drops back and catapults her across the ring into the ropes. Amiko lands in the corner, and lays there, beaten and trying to catch her breath. Stylez follows her in and crushes her with a splash. Amiko stumbles out, and Stylez boots her in the gut and gives her a double underhook backbreaker. He starts to go for a cover, then shakes his finger as if to say "not yet", lifts her up and plants Amiko into the mat with a modified rotating fireman's carry slam, or Judgement slam.)

JR: There's Stylez' Chaos Theory, and you have to wonder how much Amiko has in the tank.

Brutus: I dunno, but it is certain how much junk she has in the trunk.

(Stylez covers.)

1...

2...

3... Kickout.

(Stylez can't believe it. He stares down at Amiko in a frustrated rage. He begins choking her with his hand pushing down on her throat. Tina tells him to let go or he'll be disqualified. Stylez ignores her at first but then releases the choke. Stylez gives Amiko a few boots to the midsection. He lifts her up and clubs her over the back, dropping her.)

JR: The longer this match goes on, the more frustrated Christian Stylez gets. And we've seen that can be a dangerous thing for some.

(Stylez lifts Amiko up, and he talks some trash right in her face. He whips her off the ropes, and goes for a clothesline, but Amiko ducks it, and runs to the opposite ropes. As he turns, Amiko comes running in, and performs a tiltawhirl headscissors into an armbar and neck submission on a standing Stylez.)

JR: Amiko was able to get the Exodus locked in!

(Stylez is screaming in agony as Amiko has him cinched in the hold, twisting his arm painfully. Amiko has the hold locked in tight. Tina asks if he gives up. Stylez refuses. Amiko pulls back harder and Stylez screams. After a few moments in the hold, Stylez simply falls back, slamming Amiko to the mat with a Samoan drop. Both parties are laid out, and Tina starts counting them both out. 1...2...3...4...5...6... both start to stir...7...8... Stylez starts getting to his feet... 9... both Amiko and Stylez are up to their feet. Amiko goes to lift Stylez and hook him for a DDT, but he pulls his head loose and spins to her side, hooking her head and drilling her with a front Russian legsweep facebuster out of nowhere. Stylez rests for a moment, too tired to capitalize, then he rolls over for the pin.)

JR: Once and Future Shock!

Brutus: Holy crap, he did it!... I mean, of course he did it, he's Christian Stylez!

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Brutus: What?!

JR: She kicked out! Amiko kicked out!

Brutus: Nobody kicks out of that! Nobody!

(Stylez stares in disbelief. He shoots to his feet and angrily gets in Tina's face. He tells her it was three, but she assures him it was two. Stylez and Tina argue for a second, and it looks like Stylez will deck her. Stylez tells her to do her damn job or she'll get hurt, and turns back to Amiko. He lifts her up, and as he makes a throat slitting motion he hooks her head for a second Once and Future Shock, but Amiko pulls her head loose and spins around behind him, giving him a low blow uppercut to the groin. Stylez is doubled over in extreme pain, and Amiko gives him a shining wizard kick. Stylez drops back to the mat, and Amiko rests against the ropes. Jessica is cheering her on. Amiko motions for Stylez to get up, and when he does, holding his groin, Amiko boots him in the gut and hooks his arms. Then, shifting her weight, she is able to lift him up and give him a pyramid driver pin.)

JR: The Animato!

Brutus: How the fuck did she do that?!

JR: She dug deep and drew on reserves of willpower, and watch your damn mouth!

(Tina drops down for the cover.)

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(Amiko is flopped back on the mat, exhausted. She is trying to catch her breath.)

JR: Despite her size, this young woman has shown she can hang with the big boys tonight.

Brutus: They both have! I mean, not that Christian Stylez isn't a big boy, but... oh, never mind.

(Amiko pulls herself up. Rob Hanes is trying to get Christian to get up to his feet. Christian mutters something to Rob, who nods. Jessica is checking on Amiko, who is hanging onto the ropes for balance. Suddenly, Rob Hanes slides a steel chair in to Christian Stylezs. Then, he gets on the ring apron and starts causing a scene. Tina Garcia goes over and starts restraining Rob as he tries getting in the ring. Jessica slides in, as Christian Stylez has the chair in his hands. Jessica grabs the chair out of Christian's hands, and there is a tense staredown for a moment as Jessica holds the chair in her uninjured hand. Suddenly, Tina sees Jessica in the ring with the chair, and she grabs the chair out of Jessica's hands. She tells Jessica to get out of the ring. Jessica tries to protest, but Tina won't hear of it, and she tells Jessica to leave. Reluctantly, Jessica gets out of the ring as she checks on her partner.)

Brutus: Jessica was about to cheat for Amiko!

JR: No, she was trying to even the odds, since Rob Hanes has no problem getting involved.

(Rob Hanes is still causing a disturbance, and Amiko has had enough. She charges over and knocks Rob off the apron with a forearm shot. Tina has her back turned, as she disposes of the chair, but then Christian Stylez picks up his kendo stick from the apron. Amiko runs to the ropes and jumps up, springboarding towards Stylez, but she comes right into a shot over the head from the kendo stick. Amiko drops to the mat. Stylez throws the kendo stick out of the ring, lifts her back up and plants her with a second front Russian legsweep facebuster.)

JR: Stylez just cracked her with that damn kendo stick, and... no! The Once And Future Shock!

(Stylez covers, hooking the leg.)

JR: Not like this! Dammit!

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Ding Ding Ding

The Mic: Here's your winner... CHRRRRRRRIIIISTIAN STYYYYYLEZ!!

(Stylez rolls to his feet holding his arms up in the air.)

*Hiro Sasuke is seen walking around in the hallway. He comes across a vending machine and digs around in his pocket for change. As he puts some coins in the machine, the camera pans around Sasuke to reveal a hooded figure standing behind him.*

B: Hiro Sasuke must be getting some snacks before his match. Who’s that standing in line?

*The hooded man lifts up his arms to reveal that he is holding a green painted baseball bat. He holds it in both hands, ready to choke Sasuke with it.*

JR: Hiro, watch out!

*Just then, Sasuke bends over to get his purchase. After grabbing his snack, Sasuke senses something is behind him. He turns around quickly, but the hooded man is already out of sight.*

B: Who is this man? Is he going to terrorize every superstar until he finds who he’s looking for?

JR: We have already seen him talk Jason Twisted, and now Hiro Sasuke. Who is he really after?

[A haunting, slow instrumental intro begins to play, pianos accompanied by strings, on the screen is a red pentragam, burning bright red and it's glow pulsing like a heartbeat, and then the first notes of "Tragic Kingdom" by Cradle of Filth play over the speakers.]

The Mic: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the IEW United Championship. Introducing first from Tucson, Arizona. Standing at 6'11" tall and weighing in at 328 pounds. He is the number one contender for the United Championship... SPIRAL!!!

[The big screen begins showing clips of Spiral's matches and his dominating performances. Spiral comes walking out onto the stage. He makes a rising motion with his hands, and then a string of flames shoots up behind and on either side of him as he tosses his head back, taking glory in the flickering flame. Spiral steps down and he makes his way down to the ring. Spiral just gets both feet inside the ring when "Intergalactic" by the Beastie Boys plays over the speakers as multicolored lights flash on the stage.]

The Mic: And his opponent, hailing from Tokyo, Japan. Standing at 5'10" tall and weighing in at 215 pounds. He is one-half of the Game Boyz and YOUR IEW United Champion... "OVERLORD" HIRO SASUKE!!!

[Hiro walks out onto the stage, and holds his arms up in the air with the United Championship spanning the length between them. He walks down the aisle and climbs in the ring, handing the belt to the referee. As the official shows it off to the fans, Hiro takes off his vest and places it to the side. He then turns around and looks Spiral in the face as they both begin to stare each other down from across the ring. The official folds the belt up and hands it to The Mic outside of the ring as Spiral mouths off a few words in Hiro's direction. The official then calls for the bell to start the match.]

***DING***DING***DING***

[Hiro Sasuke runs in and gives Spiral a kick to the midsection, followed by three chops across Spiral's chest until Spiral grabs Hiro around the throat and tosses him into the corner. Hiro bounces out of the corner and chops Spiral across the chest again and again, before kicking him in the midsection and mixing it up with more chops until Spiral himself has been backed up into a corner. Once in the corner, Hiro kicks Spiral in the midsection to stoop him over before plowing away on his head with a series of bunches. Spiral begins covering his head and immediately Hiro begins landing punches to his body, mixing it with kicks until the official tells Hiro to get out of the corner. Hiro immediately backs away, sticking his hand out in Spiral's direction, flipping his fingers back and forth telling Spiral to come get some more.]

JR: Spiral looked like he was going to start out tonight by dominating the match, but Hiro is standing there just begging for more.

B: Jimmy, this is just the beginning. I can't wait to see the two of them really get their hands on each other.

[Spiral stands in the corner mouthing at Hiro, slowly getting into Hiro's head as Hiro begins to get impatient at Spiral's not wanting to meet him in the middle of the ring. Hiro then begins to square away with Spiral and as he begins to move in for the corner, Spiral walks out, and they both begin circling the ring. Hiro and Spiral thwart off each other's grapple attempts until Hiro grabs Spiral's hand and twists it around into a wristlock. Spiral then quickly turns into the wristlock and with his free hand grabs Hiro underneath his arm before throwing him off with a hiptoss. Hiro rolls up to one knee in the corner and looks back at Spiral, who continues to mouth off.

JR: I knew Spiral was powerful, but I never knew he was this opinionated until tonight.

B: There is only one thing you need to know about Spiral, and that is that he thinks he is the best. Otherwise he wouldn't be here in the IEW. And you could say the same things about every other competitor that is here as well.

[Spiral teases Hiro by appearing to go for a tie-up, but as soon as Hiro goes for the lockup, Spiral kicks him in the midsection. Spiral grabs the side of Hiro's head with one hand, and with the other he lays a punch down hard against Hiro's skull that it sends him spinning to the side and down to one knee. But Hiro gets up off that knee with a chop before following it up with a kick. Hiro chops Spiral again knocking him back against the ropes. Hiro then grabs Spiral's arm and whips him to the far side, only for Spiral to reverse it and send him instead. Hiro bounces off of the ropes and immediately ducks a clothesline attempt by Spiral, before bouncing off the ropes on the other side of the ring and running straight into a shoulderblock from Spiral that sends him down backfirst to the canvas. Hiro then rolls outside of the ring and down onto the floor. Spiral stands at the ropes looking down at Hiro, mouthing some things in his direction.]

JR: Its been a while since I've seen someone use their massive size and power to knock somebody out of the ring with a middle of the ring impact like Spiral just did to Hiro.

B: I completely agree, but you've got to admit, the more you can counteract the impact you take in, the less it will affect you. This is undoubtedly part of Hiro's strategy, and you can only wonder if he created it by using a simulator of some kind.

JR: The IEW Mayhem video game for example.

B: Jimmy, who in their right mind would use a video game to learn their opponent?!

JR: Nascar drivers do it all of the time.

B: Yeah, but this isn't Nascar.

[After a few moments, Hiro gets back up to his feet and slides back into the ring. Spiral walks in slowly sizing Hiro up as Hiro rises up to his feet. Hiro kicks Spiral in the midsection bending him over, and then plants punch after punch against Spiral's head backing him up to the middle of the ring. Hiro then chops Spiral in the chest before running like hell back into the ropes to come back with an abundance of momentum only to be taken to the canvas with a back elbow.]

JR: Hiro is wearing out Spiral with those chops and kicks.

B: That he is, but if you say Spiral is just getting lucky with his always finding a way to get the upper hand, I think I'd have to throw you into the ring and let him show you how much of that so-called luck is truly power.

[Spiral walks over and grabs Hiro with both hands around the throat, lifting him to his feet. Spiral then gives Hiro a haymaker than spins him around and down to one knee. Spiral then walks around and lifts up on Hiro's chin before giving him an uppercut that sends Hiro down to the canvas on his back. Spiral then lifts Hiro up off of the canvas and lifts him up for a reverse crucifix powerbomb. Hiro slides down Spiral's back grabbing one of Spiral's wrists. Hiro quickly spins around to apply pressure through a wristlock, and then begins climbing the turnbuckles. Hiro gets to the top rope and walks it midway, but before he can jump off, Spiral turns into the wristlock and lifts Hiro up from between the legs into a modified press before slamming him down to the canvas in the middle of the ring. Spiral backs up against the ropes and returns with an elbow drop that fails to connect as Hiro rolls out of the way.]

JR: Spiral went for the Chaos Moon, and Hiro found a way out of it. Then Hiro went for the Bonus Level and Spiral was just a step ahead of him. Can either of these men really make an impact on the other?

B: Only time will tell, cause from the looks of things this match is far from over.

[Spiral rises up to his knees as Hiro gets up onto his feet. Hiro kicks at Spiral, but Spiral catches his foot. Hiro then gives Spiral an enzugiri that takes him down to the canvas. Hiro quickly climbs to the top rope and jumps off with a double foot stomp that connects. Spiral rolls over clutching his chest/throat area and kicking his feet. But Hiro doesn't stop there. Hiro runs to the ropes in the direction Spiral is facing, jumps off the middle rope with a springboard, before moonsaulting back with a knee drop that lands directly in Spiral's lower back before Hiro's momentum rolls him away. Spiral lets out a scream as he clutches his back.]

JR: Hiro landed The Disconnection, and immediately followed it up with a modified version of Fragged. How much more can Spiral take?!

B: While I will admit that I like Hiro's innovation so far this match, Spiral loves pain and all that did was excite him in dishing it back out twice as strong.

[Spiral rises up to one knee still clutching his back as Hiro gets up to his feet with his arm laying across the top rope. Hiro walks over to Spiral and begins to raise him up to his feet, but he is immediately met with an uppercut that sends him down to one knee, leaning across the middle rope clutching his face. Spiral then grabs Hiro by his head and raises him to his feet as he walks him to the corner and slams his face into the top turnbuckle. Hiro responds with a chop across Spiral's chest that makes him wince and take a couple steps back. But as Spiral gains control of the pain, he returns with a punch that lands behind Hiro's left ear that sends him back down to one knee. But Hiro fights the pain to get back up to his feet, and he lands another hard chop across Spiral's chest, only to repeat the process and get punched back down to a resting position on the middle rope. Spiral then takes Hiro's head and slams it hard against the top turnbuckle again before sending him across the ring to the far side turnbuckles. Hiro hits the turnbuckles back-first as Spiral charges in for an attack, only for Hiro to put both of his feet up and kick him as he gets into range. Spiral staggers away from the corner holding his head as Hiro walks up behind him. Hiro grabs one of Spiral's arm and runs him back into the corner, slamming Spiral's elbow down across the exposed turnbuckle between the ringpost and the padding. Hiro then immediately goes after that arm as Spiral tries to pull away from Hiro, but Hiro is simply too fast, and before long Hiro has Spiral in an armbar to apply additional pressure to that elbow.]

JR: Spiral's arm looks hurt. That has to really limit his lifting and punching ability.

B: All that did was rattle the man's funny bone. He'll be fine before you know it.

[After a few moments of applying pressure, Spiral manages to flip Hiro up onto his shoulder before walking him to the corner and dropping him with a snake eyes across the top turnbuckle. Hiro staggers out of the corner holding his head as Spiral bounces off of the ropes and charges in Hiro's direction, raising up his foot to connect against the side of Hiro's head with a running big boot. Hiro lays motionless in the middle of the ring as Spiral begins to pull on Hiro's arm and tug him towards the ropes. Once at the ropes, Spiral climbs outside and continues to pull Hiro's seemingly motionless body. Spiral pulls Hiro's head until it is just over the edge of the ring apron. Spiral then raises him up as high as he can before slamming him down on the edge of the apron to bring out Hiro's first recent signs of life as he clutches his throat for a moment before dangling one of his arms over the side. Spiral rolls Hiro over onto his back before raising his right hand and slamming it down across Hiro's throat. Hiro pulls himself up as much as the ropes will allow clutching his throat, but Spiral pulls him back down and plants a driving elbow straight into Hiro's adams apple.]

JR: Spiral is doing everything he can to choke the life out of Hiro.

B: That he is, and that elbow to the jugular sure was a nice touch if I do say so myself.

[Hiro finally gets himself turns around enough to roll back into the ring, but Spiral slides in right behind him. Spiral gets up to his feet inside the ring and grabs Hiro to lift him to his feet. Spiral then grabs Hiro with a front waistlock and lifts him up in the air before falling backwards, dropping Hiro throat first across the top rope. Hiro stays holding onto the ropes, trying to gather his breath for a moment as Spiral comes over behind him and puts his foot on the back of his head, pressing Hiro's throat against the bottom rope.]

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[Spiral releases the choke at the official's request, and Hiro rolls off of the rope onto his back still clutching his throat. Spiral then places the shin of his leg across Hiro's throat, and pulls up on the ropes for the extra leverage to apply more pressure.]

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[Spiral releases the choke again at the official's request and grabs Hiro's head, bringing him up to his feet. Once there, Hiro shoves off Spiral's arms and punches back at Spiral's head, and continues to alternate punch, chop, punch, until Spiral blocks a punch and raises his knee into Hiro's midsection. Spiral then grabs Hiro in a headlock and spins him around before bringing him to the mat with a neckbreaker. Spiral goes for the pin.]

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[Hiro gets his shoulder up. Unsatisfied, Spiral grabs Hiro's hair and pulls him up into a neck twist. Hiro first tries to remove Spiral's hands, but can't. He then does the only thing he can do; Hiro turns into the direction his head is twisted and tries to get up onto his feet. As Hiro gets up to his feet, he delivers an elbow to Spiral's midsection, and immediately upon Spiral's release of the head twist, Hiro follows it up with a forearm to the side of Spiral's jaw that barely connects. Hiro keeps it up with added punches, pushing Spiral back into the corner before trying to whip him across the ring to the far corner. Spiral reverses the whip and sends Hiro into the corner hard, to the point where Hiro staggers out of the corner stunned and clutching his back. Spiral quickly scoops Hiro up and takes him down to the canvas with a sidewalk slam before going for another pin attempt.]

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[Hiro gets his shoulder up. Again unsatisfied, Spiral pulls up on Hiro's head and locks on another head twist. After a few moments, Hiro struggles his way back up to his feet and gives Spiral a double axehandle baseball swing to loosen the hold, and then another to get him to let go completely. But Spiral quickly comes around with an uppercut that catches Hiro completely off guard and spins him around and down to one knee. Spiral then grabs Hiro from behind and begins to lift him up for a back suplex, but Hiro flips backwards landing on his feet, and as Spiral turns around he begins to pull on Spiral's legs. Unable to take Spiral down with a double leg takedown, Spiral raises his arm into the air and comes down hard with a forearm across Hiro's upper back that sends him face down to the canvas. Spiral then rolls Hiro over and goes for a pin attempt.]

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[Hiro gets his shoulder up to break the count. Spiral gets up to his feet and bends over to grab Hiro by the sides of his head to pull him up to his. As soon as Hiro gets up to his feet, he knocks Spiral's hands away and follows up with a punch and a chop before running to hit the far ropes. In return, Spiral side steps Hiro and then throws him over the top rope to the outside. This time, instead of staying in the ring, Spiral goes outside as well. Spiral lifts Hiro up onto his shoulder and lines him up with the cornerpost for a snake eyes, but Hiro slides down Spiral's back and shoves Spiral into the corner. Hitting his head, Spiral falls to the floor on his hands and knees trying the shake the cobwebs as Hiro rolls back into the ring to catch his breath.]

JR: After appearing to have the life choked out of him, Hiro finally has levelled the playing field once again.

B: He certainly has Spiral laying flat for a change, but can he keep him that way?

[After a few moments, Spiral begins to pick himself up and slide back into the ring. Once inside, both men struggle to find a return to their footing, but as they both get to their feet Spiral runs at Hiro and takes him down with a clothesline before going for another pin attempt.]

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[Spiral stares for a moment in disbelief before lifting Hiro up off of the canvas and backing him into the ropes. Spiral sends Hiro across the ring into the far side ropes and in return Hiro delivers a running dropkick into Spiral's knee that takes the big man down a notch. Hiro and Spiral both slowly get back up to their feet, and Hiro runs and hits the ropes again, returning with another running dropkick to Spiral's knee. Hiro, regaining the advantage, gets back up to his feet quickly and begins laying the boots to Spiral as he struggles to get to his feet. Unable to keep Spiral down, Hiro runs and hits the ropes again, this time returning with a chop block to the back of Spiral's leg taking him down to the canvas. Spiral is screaming in pain from the impact, but it only sounds like music to Hiro's ears as he rises up to his feet. Hiro climbs through the ropes before grabbing onto the top rope. Hiro jumps onto the top rope, and then springboards towards Spiral and connects with a 630 senton. Hiro rolls around holding his neck instead of going for a pin as both he and Spiral are down.]

JR: Hiro hit his Crazy Light Show!!! Will that be what it takes to beat Spiral?!

B: The world may never know, because it appears that Spiral has already done so much damage to Hiro's neck that winning this match is now the least of his concerns. I think Hiro is currently just focussing on surviving.

[After a period of time, both men slowly get back up to their feet. Hiro quickly runs and hits the ropes and comes back with another running dropkick to Spiral's knee to keep him grounded. Hiro then punches at Spiral's face until out of nowhere Spiral connects with an uppercut that makes Hiro's head snap back. Spiral lifts Hiro up onto his shoulders and proceeds to stretch him out with a torture rack. Hiro screams in pain as he tries to release the hold on his chin, but before he can do so, Spiral drops to one knee and gives Hiro a backbreaker across his shoulders before letting him fall to the mat.]

JR: Hiro just took all of Spiral's Crown Of Thorns, and hes not looking too good at the moment.

B: Don't count the man out yet.

[Wasting no time, Spiral lift Hiro up off of the canvas and immediately gives him a 360 degree rotating side slam at an angle that lands him mostly on his shoulders and neck.]

JR: Spiral just dropped Hiro on his neck with the Satryiasis. How much more can Hiro really take?!

B: Being that Spiral isn't going for a pin at the moment, I can imagine he could take quite a lot.

[Spiral gets to his feet and walks over to the ropes looking out to the crowd and calls for the End Of Days before signalling that the title is coming over to him. But as he begins to turn around, Hiro gets up and runs in the other direction, coming back with another running dropkick to Spiral's knee. Hiro then mounts and punches Spiral until he starts to become unresponsive. Hiro then stands up and pulls Spiral's head between his legs and signals for the Uber Pwnage. Hiro jumps up and over Spiral's back, but as Spiral stands up he stays standing, leaving Hiro to land hard on the top of his shoulders. Hiro grabs at his neck as Spiral turns around. Spiral leans over and hooks underneath both of Hiro's arms and then locks his hands behind Hiro's neck with a full nelson submission hold.]

JR: The End Of Days is locked in!!!

B: Don't give up Hiro!!!

[Spiral pulls Hiro up to his feet, and then off of them as he jerks him around from side to side to put more pressure on the back of Hiro's head and neck. As Spiral's arms begin to get tired, Hiro manages to get his feet on the ground. Hiro runs with Spiral still attached to the corner, and using his momentum and Spiral's leverage he runs up the turnbuckles and appears to try to backflip out of the hold, but Spiral clinches and bends his knees, falling over backwards with a dragon suplex that lands Hiro flat on top of his shoulders and neck with all of his weight on top of him.]

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***DING***DING***DING***

["Tragic Kingdom" by Cradle Of Filth hits the speakers.]

The Mic: Here is your winner, and new IEW United Champion... SPIRAL!!!

JR: Wow!! Who saw this one coming? We have a new United Champion.

B: Its unfortunate that Hiro no longer has his hands on the United Championship, but did he ever get his hands on Spiral here tonight. Cause lets face it, Spiral isn't just taking home with him the IEW United Championship tonight; he's also taking home more hand marks on his chest than a woman that got groped by an endless list of perverts at a local strip club.

JR: You certainly would know.

B: And I would certainly appreciate it.

[The scene opens to Matt Rison standing in the back in front of the IEW Logo.]

Rison: Last Mayhem you made a mockery of me Warpath. I said that I was at the beginning of a winning streak, and you made sure I lost. You made sure I didn't get what I rightfully deserved, and I'm not just talking about a win over Phoenix Halliwell. I'm talking about a shot to regain my IEW World Heavyweight Championship.

[Matt Rison raises his right hand and points at himself with his thumb as he continues to speak.]

Rison: See Warpath, I'm the only person in the entire IEW that has done what nobody else here has. I beat everyone in the IEW in one night to become the IEW World Heavyweight Champion, and do you know what its called when you can do something that nobody else can? Do you Warpath?! Its called GREATNESS!!! And that IEW World Heavyweight Championship, it belongs around someone's waist that truly is great; not some low-life bully from Pittsburgh like Jason Twisted!!! He comes from a town that has never won a championship on their own since 2003. All you have to do is look at Jason Twisted's title history, along with Super Bowls 40 and 43 to see the trend. And oh, did I just give away the results already to the upcoming Super Bowl?! Yeah, I guess I did. You heard it from me first ladies and gentlemen. Why? Because I'm great!!! And tonight, someone in this very arena is going to be reminded about just what greatness really is!!!

[Matt Rison walks off the set as the scene slowly fades to black.]

The Mic: The following is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, he weighs in at 230 pounds... MAAAAAAAATT RRRRRRRRRIIIIISOOOOON!

(The word "Survivor!!!" is yelled across the PA system as "10,000 Fists" by Disturbed blares out through the speakers.)

Survivor!!!

(Matt Rison parts the curtain as the first lyrics begin, making his way to the ring, only occasionally looking up into the crowd.)

One more goddamn day when I know what I want
And my want will be considered tonight, considered tonight
Just another day when all that I want
Will mark me as a sinner tonight, I'm a sinner tonight, yeah

(Matt Rison climbs the steps up into the ring. He wipes his boots off on the apron before stepping through the ropes to enter the ring.)

People can no longer cover their eyes
If this disturbs you then walk away
You will remember the night you were struck by the sight of
Ten Thousand fists in the air

(Matt Rison climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle and holds his right hand, balled up in a fist, high above his head as he looks around the crowd.)

JR: This can be seen as a legitimate grudge match. Both of these men have had legitimate issues with each other's tactics as of late.

Brutus: To be specific, Warpath has taken issues with Matt Rison's methods of making himself into a successful competitor.

JR: Actually, I don't think it's that black and white.

The Mic: And his opponent, weighing in at 275 pounds, the IEW Wrecking Machine... WAAAAAAAARRRRPAAAAATH!!

(Strobe lights flash the entranceway. "Machinehead" by Bush hits the P.A. Pictures of Warpath back in the IEA days fade into the IEW-tron, showing Warpath giving several opponents the Silencer, nailing them with various weapons, and as the images comes faster and faster we get more recent scenes, Warpath giving Rizzo a Silencer off the top of a ladder, Warpath nailing Croc with his bat, spearing David Sanchez through a door, and as these images flash on the IEW-tron, Warpath appears from the back, carrying his bat in his hand. Fog rolls out onto the ramp, then pyros explode and Warpath walks down the ramp, carrying his bat over his shoulder. He stares down at the ring with great intensity and purpose.)

JR: This all started when Rison intervened in a World title match between Warpath and Jason Twisted, and it could be said that his interference helped prevent Warpath from taking home the gold.

Brutus: But then again, Warpath is almost directly responsible for costing Rison his shot at the World title last week.

JR: Warpath was trying to prevent Rison from using a steel chair to win.

Brutus: Who asked him? Either way, the first match between these two men was a test of who is smarter, but this match is going to be a test of who's tougher.

JR: I don't know, I think every match is a test of both who is smarter and who is tougher.

(Shane Stevenson tells both men to keep it clean, as Rison and Warpath step up to each other, face to face. There is a tense staredown for a moment. They both begin talking trash to each other as they get nose to nose. Rison begins pointing his finger in Warpath's face as he mouths off. Then, he shoves Warpath. Warpath shoves Rison back, and then Rison gives Warpath a thumb to the eye. Warpath is momentarily blinded, and then he swings for a clothesline, but Rison ducks and begins giving Warpath a flurry of right hands. Rison grips Warpath's arm and goes to whip him to the ropes, but Warpath reverses, sending Rison to the ropes. Warpath goes for a hip toss, but Rison blocks it with his leg, and goes to hip toss Warpath. Warpath blocks as well, and clotheslines Rison down to the mat. Warpath lifts Rison back to his feet, and clotheslines him back down. Warpath lifts Rison up, and shoves him backwards into the ropes. Rison rests against the ropes for a second, as Warpath comes running in. Rison pulls down the top rope so that Warpath goes tumbling to the outside. Warpath starts pulling himself back to his feet in the aisle as Rison comes over the ropes, taking Warpath down with a plancha.)

JR: What Rison gives up to Warpath in size, he certainly makes up in speed.

Brutus: And, let's be honest here, brains. All Warpath knows how to do is beat people to death.

JR: You and I both know Warpath's smarter than that, Brutus. But he'll have to use his brains and his strength advantage to take on Rison, who looks to be bringing his game tonight.

(Rison lifts Warpath up and bounces his head off the apron. Rison walks Warpath down the aisle by the back of the head, and goes to bounce his head off the steel steps. Warpath straightens his arms and blocks, then he elbows Rison in the gut and flings him across the steel steps. Rison pulls himself back up, and Warpath gives him a few right hands. He knees Rison in the midsection and gives him a Russian legsweep into the guardrail. Shane tells both men to get in the ring. Warpath lifts Rison up and hooks him between his legs. He goes to give Rison a piledriver on the concrete. However, Rison gives Warpath a backdrop. Warpath hits the concrete floor and rolls around, holding his back. Rison starts climbing onto the apron. Warpath sits up, holding his back, and then Rison runs across the apron and flies off, coming down into the aisle with a two-footed dropkick to the chest of the seated Warpath. At the urging of Shane, Rison rolls into the ring and back out to break the count.)

Brutus: I think that new Matt Rison just broke Warpath's sternum! Mmm...

JR: You are so weird.

(Rison lifts Warpath up and gives him a European uppercut. Warpath stumbles to his feet, and Rison shoves him back into the guardrail, and gives him a few knife edge chops to the chest. Warpath reverses, throwing Rison across the guardrail back first and chopping him across the chest. The crowd responds with "Whooooo" chants. Warpath grabs Rison's arm and irish whips him into the steel steps. Rison nails the steps shoulder first. Warpath lifts Rison up in a military press, and drops him face first across the apron. Rison drops back into the aisle, holding his face. Warpath begins clubbing him over the back, and then Warpath walks him over, bounces his head off the apron, and rolls him back into the ring, following in after him. Warpath measures Rison, waiting for him to get up, and then as Rison does Warpath goes for a DDT, but Rison spins out of it, pulling his head loose, and he drops Warpath with a jawbreaker. Rison takes Warpath down with a clothesline, and then he hits a standing moonsault on Warpath for the pin.)

JR: First cover attempt of the match!

1... Kickout.

(Rison lifts Warpath up in a facelock, and gives him a few knee lifts to the chest and shoulder area. He hooks Warpath's head, giving him a vertical suplex, before rolling back to his feet and performing a second, then a third vertical suplex. Rison then runs off the ropes and drops a leg across the throat of Warpath, then covers again.)

1... Kickout.

JR: Rison is taking over this match with his speed, he's just too fast for Warpath.

(Rison lifts Warpath up and walks him over to the corner, pushing him in to the corner and then he begins viciously booting Warpath down and stomping a mudhole in him. Rison then begins choking Warpath by putting his boot on Warpath's throat and exerting pressure with the ropes. Shane tells him to let go of the choke. He gives Rison a count to a disqualification, and Rison breaks it off immediately, holding his hands up innocently... but then as soon as Shane backs off Rison returns to the choke. Shane warns him again, and this time Rison holds on to the choke, until Shane reaches the count of 4, then Rison breaks it off.)

JR: If you're just joining us, the reason this match is going on, is because of Rison's cheating to beat Warpath in their previous match, and it doesn't look like much has changed.

Brutus: Why can't you just respect the fact that now Rison is willing to do what it takes to win a match?

JR: You and I are never gonna see eye to eye on this subject, Brutus.

Brutus: Nor ear to ear.

JR: What?

Brutus: Uh, nothing.

(Rison lifts Warpath up out of the corner, but Warpath breaks out and starts giving him right hands. He grips Rison's arm and flings him into the corner, and then he starts peppering Rison with hard right hands. He grabs Rison by the arm and irish whips him with a lot of velocity into the opposite corner. Warpath starts charging at Rison for a splash, but Rison sticks his feet up, hoping to boot Warpath in the face. Warpath stops in time, having it scouted, and he grabs Rison's legs. He pulls Rison out of the corner by the feet. Warpath tries to position Rison's legs for a powerbomb off the mat, but Rison keeps kicking his legs, refusing to let himself be picked up. Finally, Warpath gives up, as he grabs Rison's legs and falls back, catapulting Rison into the corner. Rison hits the turnbuckle, and falls into the corner, limp. Warpath then charges in, devastating Rison with a corner spear. Rison stumbles out of the corner, holding his midsection in pain. He staggers out a few steps, then he drops back into the corner in a seated position. Warpath walks back to the middle of the ring, gathers momentum, and runs in, delivering a corner knee strike to the face of Rison.)

JR: Did you see that impact?!

Brutus: But you see, the problem is, Rison has proven that he's smarter than Warpath... and it doesn't matter what Warpath does, Rison is going to prove he can outlast Warpath in the long haul.

(Rison rolls out to the middle of the ring, holding his face. Warpath climbs up to the top rope, waiting for Rison to get up. When Rison pulls himself up, Warpath flies off the top rope with a missile dropkick, crashing into Rison. Warpath covers Rison.)

JR: Cuban Missile Crisis!

1...

2... Kickout.

(Warpath lifts Rison up, and then he gives him a pumphandle slam. He goes for another pin.)

1...

2... Kickout.

(Warpath then goes to lift Rison up again, hooking him in position for a powerbomb, but Rison sweeps his legs out from under him and flips over him with a jackknife pin.)

JR: Rison may take another win from Warpath!

1...

2... Kickout.

(Warpath and Rison both get to their feet, and begin exchanging right hands. Warpath starts getting the better of Rison, and he irish whips Rison into the corner. He charges in for a clothesline, but Rison slips out between the ropes onto the apron, and Warpath hits the turnbuckle chest first. Warpath stumbles back, holding his chest, and Rison climbs up to the top rope, coming off with a flying bulldog that takes Warpath down. Rison gets to his feet. He walks over to Warpath, drops an elbow across his chest, and then covers.)

1...

2... Kickout.

(Rison pulls Warpath back up, runs off the ropes and gives him a knee to the head. Warpath turns, holding his head, and Rison dropkicks him in the back. Warpath falls forward, to rest on the middle ropes. Rison climbs out on the apron, he looks out into the crowd and takes in their reaction, he then runs and kicks Warpath square in the jaw. Warpath flings backwards on the mat then as he pulls himself up holding his jaw in pain, Rison springboards off the ropes and nails a flying knee to the head. Rison goes for a cover.)

1...

2.....Kickout.

Brutus: See, this is what I'm talking about. This Matt Rison, I truly believe can fly, and he does even need to wrap a towel around his neck to pull it off.

(Rison gets up to his feet and begins pulling Warpath up. He gives Warpath a few right hands. He boots Warpath in the gut and charges off the ropes, planting him with a bulldog. Rison motions for Warpath to get to his feet, and Warpath pulls himself to one knee. Rison runs in and delivers a shining wizard. Warpath flops back to the mat, and Rison walks over to the turnbuckle, motioning to the crowd.)

JR: First Rison hit the Shining Example, and now he seems to be calling for something else.

Brutus: Why is the technical term for that move called a shining wizard, why couldn't it be something cooler, like a warlock?

JR (sarcastically): These are questions for philosophers, Brutus.

(Rison flies off the top rope with a 360 guillotine legdrop across the throat.)

JR: And then the Circumcision! Will Warpath be able to handle that devastating combo?

Brutus: Would you?

(Rison pins Warpath.)

1...

2... Kickout.

Brutus: Well Jimmy, it's been proven today, Warpath is a far superior man to yourself... and believe me that's not saying much.

(Rison pounds the mat in frustration and then he gets to his feet, pacing around with an angry look on his face. He walks over to the opposite turnbuckle, then he climbs to the top and sits on the turnbuckle. He waits for Warpath to get up, and then when Warpath pulls himself up Rison flies off the top rope and takes him down with a blockbuster.)

JR: Overwhelming Experience to Warpath!

(Rison covers Warpath, hooking the leg.)

1...

2... Kickout.

(Rison lifts Warpath up in a facelock, and starts clubbing him over the back with his free hand. He makes a throat cutting gesture to the crowd, prompting scattered boos.)

JR: I think Rison is calling for a version of Warpath's own Silencer finishing maneuver.

Brutus: Well, I guess this will shut Warpath up. You might even say... (snicker) it'll "silence" him! Bwahahahahaha!

JR: ...No.

Brutus: No? But I thought...

JR: No.

Brutus: Not even...

JR: NO.

Brutus: Son of a bitch!

(Warpath throws Rison over his back with a back drop. Rison rolls to his feet, and Warpath takes him down with a clothesline. Rison rolls to his feet again, and Warpath takes him down with a second clothesline, then a third when Rison pulls himself back up.)

JR: Warpath is looking to build some momentum.

(Warpath whips Rison to the ropes. Then, Warpath goes charging towards Rison, but Rison drops down and pulls down the top rope. Warpath falls over the ropes but is able to hang on. He stands on the apron, holding onto the ropes. Rison then gives Warpath a shoulder thrust to the midsection, doubling him over, but Warpath hangs on. Rison backs up a few steps, then comes charging in. He vaults over Warpath's head and the ropes, and on the way down he grips Warpath's pants and tries to take him off the apron with a sunset flip powerbomb onto the concrete. Rison tries pulling Warpath off the apron, but Warpath holds onto the ropes. While Shane is watching Warpath's back, Rison headbutts Warpath in the groin, and then he hooks Warpath in position and gives him a release crucifix powerbomb off the apron, and Rison plants Warpath on the announce table, which shakes a little, but remains standing. The crowd pops.)

Brutus: Amscray!!

JR: OH my, Rison just hit the Whirlwind Romance off the apron onto the announce table! And I think Shane missed that highly illegal shot to the groin!

(Rison climbs up onto the announce table and begins peppering Warpath with repeated right hands. He then grips one of the television monitors out of the announce table and pulls it free, pulling out the wires. He wraps the cables around Warpath's neck and begins choking him with it. Shane is telling Rison to get back in the ring, but Rison ignores him. Shane warns Rison about getting disqualified, but Rison doesn't respond.)

JR: I must reiterate, this is not a no-disqualification match, but Rison is taking things to the extremes in his efforts to beat Warpath tonight, some may say too extreme.

(Warpath's face is turning red as he weakly flails his arms, trying to pull himself free. Finally Rison releases him as he turns to give a few choice words to Shane. Rison lifts a limp Warpath back up and bounces his face off the announce table. Warpath slumps across the table. Rison gives him a few clubs to the back, and then Rison climbs off the table and into the aisle, then to the apron. Rison climbs up on the top rope, getting set to hit an aerial move on Warpath, who is still laid out on the table. Before Rison can hit anything, Warpath rolls off the table and springs up onto the apron, and then he gives Rison a few rights to the midsection. Warpath lifts Rison up and lays him across his shoulders, and then he flings them both off with a Samoan drop, taking them off the apron and spilling them into the aisle. The crowd erupts in a huge pop, and a "this is awesome" chant begins.)

JR: Warpath just fought back in a big way, but how much can either man have left?

(Shane leans out to check on both men, who are laid out in the aisle. Neither man moves. Shane starts a ten-count. 1...2....3...4...5... Warpath starts to stir...6...7... Warpath starts using the apron to pull himself up...8...9... Warpath pulls himself into the ring, and then he rolls himself back out, breaking the count.)

Brutus: Warpath could have won it there, what an idiot.

JR: I don't think Warpath wants to win this match by countout.

Brutus: This just reiterates Rison's whole point, it isn't just about annhilating your opponent, it's about winning.

JR: Do you really support that?

Brutus: Uh, well... uh... well I like bloodshed, and... Stop asking me this stuff, Jimmy, I get confused easily! Much like you, when you look into the mirror after a shower.

JR: You just had to throw that in there, didn't you?

(Warpath limps over to Rison, lifting him up. Warpath clubs Rison over the back, and then he grips Rison by the head and walks him over, laying him against the steel ringpost in a seated position. Warpath backs up, holding a fist up to the crowd, and he goes for a running knee strike to Rison, but Rison drop toeholds Warpath at the last second, and Warpath hits the steel post face first. Rison gives Warpath a few right hands and he seats Warpath in the same position, and he jogs away a few steps, then he mockingly raises his fist to the crowd like Warpath. He runs towards Warpath for a knee strike, but Warpath moves out of the way, and Rison hits the steel ringpost knee first. Rison drops to the aisle, and contorts around, holding his knee. Warpath rolls back into the ring for a moment to break another count, and then he rolls back out. He walks over to Rison, lifting him up on his shoulders. Then, Warpath gives Rison an F-5 like maneuver, but he smashes Rison's knee into the steel ringpost.)

JR: Rison's knee might have just crumbled on impact with the steel!

(Rison screams in pain as he holds his injured knee. He rolls around on the floor, holding his leg. Warpath lifts him up, and rolls him into the ring, following in after him. Warpath waits for Rison to begin pulling himself up, then he chopblocks Rison's bad knee. Rison drops to one knee in pain. Warpath boots Rison's leg a few times, then he grabs Rison's leg and pulls him high into the air, then smashes Rison's bad knee into the mat. Rison yells and rolls around on the mat.)

JR: He's just further damaging Rison's injured knee, and a further advantage for Warpath is that he's taking away Rison's speed.

(Warpath applies a single leg boston crab submission. Rison contorts around, and flails his arms, trying to reach the ropes, but he can't quite reach. Shane asks Rison if he'll give up, but Rison frantically shakes his head. Warpath sits back on the submission, increasing the pressure. After a few more moments, Rison crawls his way to the ropes and reaches out, grabbing the bottom rope. Rison hangs on to the bottom rope for dear life as Shane tells Warpath to break the hold, and Warpath releases the hold. Warpath tries to pull Rison back out to the middle of the ring, but Rison hangs on to the ropes. Warpath grabs both legs, pulls Rison up by both legs and drops him to the mat. Warpath pulls Rison up, hooking his injured leg, and gives Rison a knee smash on his weak knee twice. Rison yells in pain and holds his leg. Warpath lays Rison's leg across the bottom rope and he lays a few boots to it. Shane tells Warpath to back off, and Warpath holds his arms up in the air. He pulls Rison over to the corner.)

JR: Rison is barely able to move at the moment.

(Warpath pulls Rison under the bottom rope and positions his leg so that his knee is against the ringpost. Warpath then backs up and goes to baseball slide into Rison, but Rison moves out of the way and Warpath goes sliding crotch first into the steel ringpost. Warpath's eyes open up in pain. The crowd responds with an "Ooooh" in sympathy. Rison is on the outside, trying to work the pain out of his knee. Rison rolls into the ring, using the ropes to pull himself up. Warpath is pulling himself up, holding his crotch. Rison quickly drops him with a DDT, going for the pin.)

1...

2...

3... Kickout.

(Rison is trying to get to his feet, and he starts limping over to the corner. He starts untying the turnbuckle pad.)

JR: I think at this moment Rison's just desperate for any advantage.

(Shane tries to admonish Rison, telling him not to untie the pad, but Rison pushes past him and keeps working at the pad, removing it. Warpath sees this, and he goes for a splash on Rison, but Rison sees it coming and Warpath hits the exposed turnbuckle face first. Warpath drops back, holding his face. Warpath gets back to his feet, holding his face, and then Rison charges at Warpath and gives him a clothesline. Rison drops to the mat, holding his knee in pain. Both men are laid out, Rison holding his knee, Warpath looking out cold, and both men stay down for a moment. Rison finally slumps over and drapes an arm over Warpath.)

Brutus: He may have done it again!

1...

2...

3... Kickout.

(Rison stumbles to his feet, limping to the corner. He climbs slowly up to the top rope and he sets himself, then he goes for a moonsault on the prone Warpath. Warpath rolls out of the way, and Rison hits the mat chest first. Rison rolls on the mat, holding his chest.)

JR: Again a hurt knee, is taking away Rison's speed advantage, he took too long to hit that move in time!

(A bloody Warpath gets to his feet as Rison is pulling himself up, and Warpath takes Rison down with a full nelson neckbreaker.)

JR: The Difference Maker to Rison!!

(Warpath slumps over Rison for a cover.)

1...

2...

3... Kickout.

(Warpath slaps the mat in frustration. He wipes at the blood in his eyes from the exposed turnbuckle, and sees the blood on his hands. Warpath's eyes open up and he starts trembling with rage. He screams at Rison to get up and he goes to boot Rison in the stomach, but Rison catches his leg and gives him a dragon screw, taking him down to the mat. Warpath gets to his feet, and Rison grips his head, walking him over to the corner, intending to bounce Warpath's head off the exposed turnbuckle. Warpath's arms shoot out and grab the ropes, blocking him from the turnbuckles. Warpath elbows Rison in the gut a few times, and then he grips Rison's head and slams it off the exposed turnbuckle. Rison stumbles back, holding his face, and Warpath looks around the crowd, his eyes wide open and a snarl on his face, and he grabs Rison's head and starts bouncing it off the exposed steel repeatedly. The crowd starts chanting along with a ten-count as Warpath repeatedly slams Rison's head into the turnbuckle. Warpath throws Rison out of the corner. Rison is trying to crawl away, as his face is completely covered now with blood.)

JR: Warpath has opened up the proverbial crimson mask on Rison now and after that many shots into the exposed steel, how much consciousness can Rison have left?

(Warpath boots Rison in the side of the head. Warpath pulls Rison back up, gritting his teeth. He walks Rison over, and then he flings Rison's head into the exposed steel turnbuckle with force. Shane is trying to separate the two men, but Warpath moves him out of the way. Rison stumbles out of the corner, barely able to keep his footing, and then he wobbles and falls to his knees. Warpath backs up, and then charges forward, kneeing Rison in the head. Warpath grabs Rison's head, and begins to unload on him with mounted punches to the wound on Rison's head. Warpath throws Rison to the mat, and he has an aggressive look on his face as he steps over and locks on a Steiner recliner submission.)

JR: Rison barely knows where he is... and now Warpath's got him in the Deathlock 2.0!!

Brutus: If a beating like this was seen out on the street Warpath would be arrested! This is criminal!

(Warpath shouts some choice words at Rison. Shane asks Rison if he gives up but Rison doesn't respond. Shane lifts his arm once, twice, but before he can drop Rison's hand the third time, Warpath pulls off the submission aggressively. Warpath shakes his finger, saying that's not it, and he lifts Rison up and gives him a spinning implant DDT.)

JR: The Silencer!!

Brutus: I want you to see this, Jimmy, Warpath has proven Rison right all along, he is a beast who doesn't care about anything but carnage!

JR: No, Rison has just pushed Warpath to the edge!

(Warpath stands over Rison, clenching his fists. He lifts Rison back up and hits another spinning implant DDT. Rison is laid out, completely unconscious. Shane looks at Rison, and immediately calls for the bell, signalling Rison is knocked out.)

The Mic: The winner of this match as a result of a knockout, WAAAAAAAARRRPAAAATH!!

("Machinehead" by Bush plays and Warpath stands up, covered in blood. Rison is still laid out on the mat, not moving.)

JR: Shane had to end this thing before someone ends up being permanently injured.

Brutus: Like I said, Warpath is nothing more than a beast, an animal.

JR: I think Rison just pushed Warpath past his emotional limits and he snapped. I'm not condoning what Warpath did tonight, but Rison kept pushing and this is a side of Warpath that he pushed out.

(Warpath exits the ring, looking back at Rison, who still has yet to move. Shane calls for EMT's to come down to the ring, and Warpath turns and walks up the ramp. The EMT's begin trying to revive Rison.)

*Kyle Shane is seen backstage just exiting the men’s room. He zips up and starts to walk away when he sees a Playboy magazine lying innocently on the ground next to a dark corner in the hallway.*

B: Who left that magazine there?

JR: Well, just from knowing the guys in the locker room its either yours or Matt Rison's.

B: Its not mine, I didn’t get that issue yet.

JR: Then it has to be Matt Rison's; and with the condition Warpath left him in I doubt he is interested in it at the moment. But why would Kyle Shane be interested in it?

B: Well Jimmy, he lost his match earlier this evening, so apparently he still wants to come out on top of something tonight.

JR: Why did I have to ask?!

*Shane gives a little smirk, looks around, and bends over to pick up the mag. But just as his hands reach the book, a boot comes from the dark corner and kicks Shane across the face.*

JR: What a wallop! Shane is gonna feel that one tomorrow!

B: Who kicks a man when he is down?

JR: Well from the look in his eye before the kick, maybe he was… up.

B: Very funny.

*The hooded man comes out of the darkness and beats on Shane a few more times. He gets over Shane, mounting a few punches to the head.*

JR: It’s that stalker again! Looks like he finally made his move on someone.

*The hooded figure forces Shane to get up, then quickly sends him back to the concrete floor with a Russian leg sweep. He then gets a steel chair from nearby and folds it up.*

B: What a hit! And he’s about to use the chair, too!

*Shane stands up but the hooded man is ready. He gives Shane a good SMACK in the face with the chair! He crashes to the floor again.*

JR: My God! Enough is enough! That chair could cause brain damage! Somebody get security!

*The hooded man drops his chair onto the floor. He then picks up Shane, who is only semi-conscious. He positions Shane over the chair, kicks Shane in the gut so he slouches over, grabs both arms and gives a 360 twist in the air, with Shane’s face busting right on the chair! Blood starts to pour.*

B: WHOA! What a shot! Kyle Shane is out cold!!

*The hooded man then stands over Shane and speaks.*

Man: You are the first hunted one. Go back and warn everyone else, that I will be here to hunt every person here, one by one, until there are no more left.

*The man pulls back his hood to reveal… Crocodile!*

JR: Crocodile!! He’s back!!!!

B: And more badass than ever!

*The fan’s give a huge pop, especially the ones that remember their favorite superstar. Croc hears something in the distance, and darts to the exit. He gets past the door and it closes just before security guards rush to the scene. They look around, find no one, then turn to tend to Shane’s wounds.*

JR: If I remember Croc, he was never one to attack people from behind like that.

B: It wasn’t from behind, he was distracted. It’s Kyle's own fault. In his mind right now, he's probably thinking he got too fresh with the centerfold.

JR: At any rate, it looks like Croc has chosen some new hunting tactics. But the big question is, who will his next target be?

B: I guess we’re just going to have to wait and find out.

Announcer: The following is scheduled for one fall and it is for the IEW World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, he is weighing in at 250 pounds, PHOENIX HALLIWELL!

(The triquetra symbol starts to flash on the big screen, sort of like a heartbeat. The opening guitar riffs of "How Soon Is Now" by Love Spit Love starts up and images of magical proceedings appear on the screen interspersed with footage of old Phoenix Halliwell matches.)

"I am the son… and the heir…
"I am human and I need to be loved…
"Just like anybody else does."

("The Charmed One" himself comes out from behind the curtains and walks down the aisle towards the ring. Pyro and fireworks go off as he walks. Once he enters the ring, he removes the coat, glasses, jeans and T-shirt and stands ready to wrestle. Before his opponent arrives though, the music is turned down, the house mic lowers down from the ceiling and the following is heard from Phoenix Halliwell:)

"Powers of the witches rise
Course unseen across the skies
Come to he who calls you near
Come to me and settle here."

(The house lights come all the way up and Phoenix Halliwell is ready to wrestle.)

Announcer: And his opponent, the IEW World Champion, he weighs in at 285 pounds, JASON TWISTED!!

(The arena lights dim to a pale blue filter as the IEW-tron screen fills with static. Suddenly, the opening chords of "Aenema" by Tool filter through the PA. The words "Welcome to the School of Punishment" flash on the screen through the static, and then the static is replaced by images of Twisted using various moves, locking in the Straight and Narrow and School's Out submissions, hitting people with his kendo stick, nailing the Twisted Cut.)

Some say the end is near,
Some say we'll see armageddon soon,
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow

(Slowly, Jason Twisted emerges from the back, wearing his "School of Punishment" hoodie, his head tilted down. He's carrying his kendo stick in one hand, the World title belt laid across his shoulder and he slowly looks up as the camera gets a shot of his face looking around the arena with a snarl, then he turns to the ring. Twisted makes his way down the ramp, and he slowly climbs up onto the apron. He turns to stand on the apron facing the crowd, his head bowed, and then he holds his arms out at his side in a crucifix pose with the World title in his right hand.)

Cause I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way,
I wanna watch it all go down,
Mom please flush it all away,
I wanna watch it go right in and down,
I wanna watch it go right in,
Watch you flush it all away...
Time to bring it down again,
Don't just call me pessimist,
Try and read between the lines,
I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend,
I wanna see it all come down.

(He tilts back his head and screams to the crowd, and pushes his hood back. He hands the World title belt to the ref as the song fades out.)

JR: Phoenix Halliwell has been on a roll as of late but he is coming in against the dominant World champion, Jason Twisted.

B: I am predicting pain.

(The bell rings and both men circle each other. They lock up in the center of the ring and as Phoenix tries to push Twisted down, Twisted overpowers him and throws him to the mat. Twisted grins and motions for Phoenix to come on. Twisted and Phoenix lock up again, and Phoenix exerts more pressure, but against Twisted overpowers him and flings him away to the mat. Phoenix is not deterred as he gets back to his feet, calling for another tieup. Twisted holds his arms out, and then Phoenix wrings one of his arms, twists it around, and then applies a hammerlock. Phoenix then floats it around into a side headlock. Twisted tries to push Phoenix off, but Phoenix simply slides to his knees, keeping the headlock on. Twisted fights his way back up and shoves Phoenix off again, with the same result, Phoenix hangs on to the headlock. Twisted's movements are starting to slow, and then he begins pounding on Phoenix's back repeatedly. Finally, Phoenix lets go, and Twisted pushes him to the ropes. Twisted goes for a clothesline, but Phoenix ducks it and gives Twisted a dropkick. Twisted rolls out of the ring. He begins pacing around in the aisle, catching his breath, drawing a few scattered boos.)

JR: Things aren't starting so well for the champ.

B: He's just getting warmed up.

(Twisted climbs back into the ring, and he calls for Phoenix to hold his arms out for a tieup. Then he boots Phoenix in the gut. Then Twisted slams him down with a body slam. Twisted drops an elbow across his chest, then another, then another. He backs up to the ropes, coming in for another elbow drop, but Phoenix moves out of the way. Twisted hits the mat and gets to his feet, and Phoenix immediately flings a right at his face, then another, then another. Twisted cuts him off by violently kicking him in the midsection, and then taking him down with a Russian legsweep. Twisted gets down and starts choking Phoenix with his hand around his throat as he pushes down. Shane spots it and warns Twisted about the choke, and Twisted breaks it up. Twisted lifts Phoenix up, clubbing him over the back. He whips Phoenix into the corner, and goes charging in for a move but Phoenix catches him by flaring out his elbow. Twisted stumbles back, and then snarls. He turns back to Phoenix, but Phoenix elbows him again. Phoenix begins fighting his way out of the corner with right hands, backing Twisted up. He goes to whip Twisted to the ropes, but Twisted plants his feet and refuses to budge. Phoenix tries again, but again Twisted will not be moved. Finally, Twisted reverses, sending Phoenix to the ropes with force. Phoenix bounces off the ropes right into a drop toehold followed by an elbow to the back of the head. Twisted pulls Phoenix to his feet again. This time, Phoenix rakes Twisted's eyes. Phoenix blasts Twisted with a vicious European uppercut, followed by two more. Phoenix lands a kick to the gut. Phoenix takes Twisted down with a kneelift to the face. Then, Phoenix applies a grounded headlock. Twisted struggles in the hold, trying to push Phoenix off. Phoenix gets up, pulling Twisted to his feet. Phoenix takes Twisted down with a snap suplex, floating over for the pin.)

One... Kickout.

B: I hope that's not the best Halliwell's got.

JR: Mark my words, he has a lot left in the tank.

(Phoenix stands up and he hits a series of stomps to Twisted's midsection. Twisted rolls out of the ring to catch his breath yet again, prompting the crowd to boo. Phoenix watches on as Twisted gets to his feet. Phoenix runs off the ropes, sliding in and taking Twisted down with a baseball slide. Twisted is knocked over. Phoenix climbs to the outside and begins peppering Twisted with right hands. He walks Twisted over and bounces his head off the apron. He rolls Twisted in the ring, following him in afterwards, and he waits for Twisted to get to his feet. When he does, Phoenix tries a kick to the gut. Twisted catches it, but then he catches a kick to the back of the head via an enziguri by Phoenix. Halliwell gets up and he drops a leg across Twisted's throat.)

JR: Now the momentum has shifted, due to Halliwell's speed.

One... Kickout.

(Phoenix gets up, pulling Twisted up as well. Phoenix tries another kick to the gut, but it's caught again. This time, Twisted takes him down with a dragon screw. Twisted pulls Phoenix up and then he hits a swinging neckbreaker. Twisted applies a rear chinlock. Phoenix immediately reaches out and he grabs a hold of the bottom rope. Twisted lets go right away, but he also drives his forearm into the back of Phoenix' shoulders. Holding Phoenix in chinlock position, Twisted punishes him with a wicked looking crossface forearm shot, then another, then another. Twisted pulls Phoenix to his feet where he nails him in the back of the neck with a forearm smash. Twisted hooks Phoenix by his head, and then he plants him into the mat with a double arm DDT. Twisted gets up, but then he puts Phoeinx right into an over-the-shoulder seated single leg Boston Crab submission. Phoenix screams in pain as Twisted pulls bag on the leg.)

JR: Twisted has the Vicious Cycle locked in!

B: Come on, tap out, you know you want to!

(Twisted cinches the hold in even more, making Phoenix scream out in pain. Shane asks Phoenix if he gives up, but he yells "NO!" at the top of his lungs. Twisted lets go of the move, but it's apparent damage was done to his lower back. Phoenix rolls around on the mat. Twisted boots Phoenix, pushing him under the bottom rope. Shane tries to stop Twisted from going outside, but Twisted pushes past him. Twisted rushes over to Phoenix, clubbing him in the back. Twisted spins Phoenix around and he goes for an Irish whip. Phoenix reverses it, sending Twisted knees first into the steel steps. Twisted is knocked over the steps and sprawls to the concrete. Phoenix walks over and he lands a bunch of vicious boots to Twisted's legs. He pulls Twisted up and he scoop slams him onto the concrete. Phoenix pulls Twisted back up. Phoenix tries a hard right, but Twisted blocks it. Twisted lands a hard right of his own. Phoenix staggers backwards. He rushes towards Twisted, but Twisted catches him, maneuvers his hands so that he's holding him in position for a front powerslam or fallaway slam, then he turns, runs forward and rams Phoenix midsection first into the steel ringpost with a lot of force. He releases Phoenix, and Phoenix immediately begins holding his sides and groaning in pain. Twisted walks over to the steel steps and throws the top half out of the way, despite Shane's warnings. Twisted lifts Phoenix up, and gives him a brutal piledriver right on top of the set of steel steps. Phoenix looks dazed. Twisted rolls back into the ring.)

JR: The eyes tell the story, and look at the pure fury in the expression of Jason Twisted!

(Twisted is telling Shane to count Phoenix out. Shane hesitates, but he begins counting Phoenix out. He gets Phoenix back to a count of five before Phoenix begins to stir, and then Phoenix pulls himself up onto the apron. No sooner does he do that, then Twisted rushes in with a shoulder block, knocking him off the apron. Phoenix goes flying into the aisle by the entrance ramp and rolls to a stop. Twisted gauges the distance, then he charges to the opposite ropes and bounces off, gaining momentum as he charges back towards the near ropes. He then is able to vault over the top rope, completely clearing it, and diving down into the aisle with a suicide dive leg drop across the back of the head of the prone Phoenix. The move took a lot out of both men, as Twisted is rolling around on the floor in pain. But the crowd erupts in cheers and applause.)

JR: Did you see that?!

B: I never would have believed that bastard could fly like that!

(Twisted finally is able to pull himself up, stumbling a bit. He lifts Phoenix up and rolls him into the ring, then he climbs in after him. He covers Phoenix.)

One...

Two... Kickout.

(Twisted lifts Phoenix up, walking him over to the corner. He slams Phoenix's head off the turnbuckle. Twisted slaps Phoenix in the chest several times with a series of chops. Twisted picks Phoenix up and he sits him up on the top rope. Twisted stars to climb up, but Halliwell stops him with a rake to the eyes. Phoenix shoves Twisted off of the ropes with a boot. Phoenix stands up on the second rope, and just as Twisted stands up, Phoenix flies and he crushes Twisted with a second rope bulldog. Phoenix crawls over and he drapes his arm across Twisted's chest.)

JR: Halliwell is still showing signs of life!

One…

Two… Kickout.

B: Come on! That was a fast count and everyone knows it.

JR: Actually I think it was fair.

B: Well, I don't believe you're getting paid to think.

(Phoenix is pulling himself up. He rests against the ropes. He waits for Twisted to get to his hands and knees. When he does, Phoenix runs and he drives his knee into the side of Twisted's head with a Million Dollar knee lift. Phoenix pulls Twisted up and sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip. On the return Phoenix takes Twisted down with a back body drop. Twisted stands up, as Phoenix runs to the ropes, and he takes Twisted's knee out with a chop block. Phoenix grabs a hold of Twisted's legs, and then he applies a figure four leglock. Phoenix jerks back a few times, making Twisted scream in pain. Shane asks if he gives, but Twisted shakes his head emphatically. Finally, Phoenix releases the hold for a second. Phoenix puts Twisted's leg across the second rope. He slingshots over the ropes, and on the way down, he grabs a hold of Twisted's leg, wrenching it on the second rope. Phoenix pulls Twisted over to the corner, and applies a figure four around the ringpost, Bret Hart style. Shane begins a count to make Phoenix release it, and Phoenix does.)

JR: Twisted's knee was probably damaged from that collision with the steel steps.

(Phoenix slides right back in and he puts Twisted in an anklelock submission. Twisted reaches out to the ropes, but Phoenix drags him to the middle of the ring before he can get to it. Phoenix turns the move over into a half- Boston crab. Twisted screams in pain as Phoenix sits back on the move. Twisted reaches for the ropes. His head sags, and Shane begins to check on him. Twisted slowly makes his way as he crawls towards the ropes. Phoenix tries to pull him back in, but Twisted's hand shoots out and he grabs the bottom rope, and Phoenix is forced to release the hold. Phoenix gets to his feet as Twisted holds his knee in pain. Phoenix tries to pull him back to the center of the ring so he can reapply the hold. Twisted twists his body in such a way that he's able to push Halliwell off with his other foot. Phoenix flies and he smacks the corner face first. Twisted gets up to his feet, favoring his injured knee. Phoenix turns around, only to be slammed to the mat with a spinebuster. Both men are down for a second as Shane checks on them. Twisted is the first man to move, pushing himself up. Phoenix also starts to stir, but Twisted is to his feet before he can get up. Phoenix stands up with his back to Twisted. Twisted wraps his arms around Phoenix' waist and he flings him with a high angle release German suplex. Twisted stands up and he gets charged up by his adrenaline rush. Twisted pulls Phoenix to his feet and he executes an Irish whip. Twisted destroys Phoenix on the rebound with a sidewalk slam. He rolls over for the cover.)

One...

Two... Kickout.

(Twisted lifts Phoenix up, walking him over to the corner, and positioning his head in between his legs before dishing out a vicious jack-knife style powerbomb into the turnbuckles.)

JR: Twisted just dished out some serious Punishment into that turnbuckle!

(Twisted starts to go for the cover, but then pulls off, shaking his finger "No". He rolls out of the ring, and grabs a steel chair, then another, and tosses them both into the ring. Shane warns him about a disqualification, and begins retrieving the chairs and throwing them out of the ring. As he does so, Twisted picks up his kendo stick and waits for Phoenix to get up, and when he does he is dropped in his tracks by a kendo stick shot over the head. Phoenix falls back to the mat and Twisted throws his stick out of the ring. Shane turns around having heard the impact, but doesn't see the weapon. Twisted goes for the cover.)

JR: He cheated!

B: So what? He's going to win, that's all that matters.

One...

Two...

Thr... Kickout.

(Phoenix shakes his head, trying to clear it. Twisted cant believe it. He grits his teeth. Twisted begins measuring Phoenix, looking for a Twisted Cut, but as he grabs Phoenix's head Phoenix pulls his head loose and wraps Twisted up for a waistlock, finishing him off with a three German suplex into a pin.)

JR: Triquetra!

One...

Two...

Thr... Kickout.

(Twisted has a crazed look of aggression on his face as he gets to his feet. He goes to lift Phoenix up, only to be cut off by a punch to the stomach, then Phoenix drops down, pulling Twisted's head across his knees with a double knee facebuster. Twisted stumbles back to the ropes, checking him mouth. Phoenix rests, trying to catch his breath. Phoenix gets to his feet, and they come together, going back and forth with right hands. Phoenix gets the better of Twisted. Phoenix whips Twisted to the ropes, but Twisted stops himself by holding on to the top rope. Phoenix spots Twisted, and comes running at him, but Twisted runs forward, hooks his arm across Halliwell's throat and in one quick motion, slams him down to the mat with powerful STO. Phoenix arches his back. Twisted takes a moment to lift him up, and drop him with a gutbuster. Phoenix yells in pain and holds his injured midsection. Twisted lifts Phoenix back up, hooks him in powerslam position, then drops him across his knee with a backbreaker. Repeating this two more times, on the last time Twisted pulls back with all his might as he stretches Phoenix across his knee, putting Hugh in a serious amount of pain.)

JR: Straight and Narrow is locked in!

(Shane asks Phoenix if he gives up. Phoenix shakes his head, but he starts to slip in and out of consciousness. As he does, his arms and head start to sag. Once he goes limp, Shane does the required arm-check. Halliwell's arm falls once... twice... on the third time, it stay in the air. The crowd erupts in cheers.)

JR: He's not out for good! Somehow, Phoenix fought the pain and is still alive in this match!

B: I'm shocked! I thought it was over for sure!

(Twisted screams in disbelief as lets go of the hold, tossing Phoenix to the mat. He argues with Shane for a second. Twisted turns back and he pulls Phoenix to his feet. Twisted goes for an Irish whip, but Hugh holds onto the ropes. Twisted charges, and Phoenix drops down with the top rope in hand. Twisted goes over the rope and he hits the floor hard. Phoenix slowly rolls out of the ring and he goes right at Twisted with hard boots to the gut. Phoenix clubs Twisted over the back, and then he devastates Twisted with a DDT onto the concrete. Phoenix rests on the floor for a second. The crowd is cheering him on.)

JR: Twisted looks to be out cold after that DDT!

(Phoenix pulls himself up. Shane is warning them to get in the ring. Phoenix slowly get in the ring, and then he looks at Twisted. Twisted is on the outside, trying to pull himself up on one knee. Phoenix looks to Twisted, then to the crowd, and then he runs off the opposite ropes. He comes charging at the ropes, flies over with a suicide dive, coming down across Twisted with a plancha. Both men are down, and the crowd pops. After a minute or so, Phoenix starts to come to life. Phoenix pulls himself up using the guardrail. He holds himself up so he can catch his breath and get his wits about him. Phoenix holds his injured midsection as he walks over and he picks a limp Twisted to his feet. Phoenix slides Twisted into the ring and he follows closely. Phoenix covers and he hooks the leg.)

One...

Two…

Thre... Kickout

JR: How did he do that?

(Phoenix looks up at the ref in disbelief. He grabs a hold of Twisted's leg and he slaps on a sharpshooter submission.)

JR: Phoenix has him in the Vanquish! There's nowhere to go!

(Phoenix pulls back on Twisted's legs, also applying pressure to his back. Twisted yells, but he also fights to get to the ropes. He uses his strength to push himself up and crawl towards the ropes. Twisted finally gets there and he grabs the bottom ropes. Phoenix doesn't let go. Shane starts a count to a disqualification, and Phoenix breaks. Phoenix gets to his feet and begins ascending the turnbuckle. He turns, and sets himself on the top rope, measuring Twisted for a high risk move. Twisted spots him just in time, however, and then Twisted pushes Shane into the ropes, shaking them so that Phoenix falls down across the top rope and crotches himself. Phoenix's eyes shoot wide open as he holds his damaged groin. Shane scolds Twisted, but Twisted doesn't care. Twisted then walks over, lifting Phoenix up, Twisted holds Phoenix upside-down, with both legs hooked and with the back of Halliwell's neck against Twisted's shoulder, then drops to a sitting position so that Phoenix' neck hits against the shoulder in a modified elevated cradle neckbreaker.)

JR: Doomsayer! Twisted just hit the Doomsayer!

B: It certainly says doom for Phoenix' title hopes.

(Twisted rolls Phoenix over for the pin.)

One....

Two..

Three... Kickout

JR: Close call.

Brutus: A bit TOO close!

(Twisted slaps the mat in frustration. He screams in rage. Shane assures him Phoenix kicked out. Twisted snarls at him, and then he lifts Phoenix up, viciously clubbing him over the back. He spins Phoenix around, and then Phoenix surprises him with a heart punch. Phoenix sends Twisted crashing to the mat with a t-bone suplex. Phoenix then hooks Twisted by the head and gives him a jackhammer, following it with a pin.)

JR: First the Athame, then the Wiccaning! What a deadly combo for Twisted!

One...

Two...

Three... Kickout!

(Phoenix measures Twisted, and he swings for another heart punch, but Twisted grabs the incoming wrist, wrenches Phoenix by the arm and twists it into a hammerlock before punishing Phoenix with the Truth Serum reverse legsweep. Twisted rests, catching his breath. Twisted pulls Phoenix up by the back of his trunks. Twisted whips Phoenix into the ropes, and then he nails Phoenix with a clothesline. Twisted drags Phoenix back up. He hoists Phoenix high up in the air and drops him with a brainbuster. He goes for another pin attempt.)

One…

Two…

Three.. Kickout!

JR: How did Phoenix survive that flurry of offense?

B: He's a juicer?

JR: Um... no.

(Twisted stands up and he doesn't believe Phoenix kicked out. Shane assures him it was only a two count. Twisted takes a couple of deep breaths and he walks over to Phoenix. Twisted drags Phoenix back to his feet. He lifts him up onto his shoulder, starting to slide him down in position for a tombstone piledriver, but Phoenix kicks his legs, wiggling his legs and pushing off so that he falls down behind Twisted. Twisted turns, and Phoenix nails him with a savate kick.)

JR: Phoenix just dropped Twisted in his tracks!

(Phoenix covers...)

One...

Two...

Three... Kickout!

JR: And another close call!

(Phoenix is on his knees with an expression of disbelief. Twisted is staring straight up. Phoenix motions that it's over, calling for the Spell. He grips Twisted, clubbing him over the back, and he goes to irish whip him, but Twisted refuses to move. Phoenix tries again, but Twisted plants his feet and doesn't move. Finally, Twisted whips Phoenix with force into the corner. Phoenix nearly sandwiches Shane in the corner. Shane covers up, trying to protect himself from the impact, but Phoenix stopped himself just in time. While Shane is still covered up in the corner and Phoenix' back is turned, Phoenix is given an uppercut to the groin by Twisted. Twisted then rolls him over into a schoolboy. (Shane finally notices the pin, and comes down to make the count.)

One...

Two...

Three... Kickout!

(Twisted can't believe it. He stares down at Phoenix with an enraged expression. He gets to his feet, as the crowd is chanting "You suck". Twisted lifts Phoenix up and starts to perform a Twisted Cut, but Phoenix pulls his head loose and whips Twisted around, booting him in the gut and giving him a somersaulting piledriver.)

JR: Phoenix countered the Twisted Cut... and, yes! The Spell! He just hit the Spell!

(Taking a moment to recover, Phoenix rests.)

JR: All he's got to do is make the cover, but he's too tired!

(Finally, Phoenix rolls over and makes the pin.)

One...

Two...

Three... Foot on the ropes!

JR: Both of these men simply refuse to die tonight!

(Phoenix can't believe it. He gets to his feet, propping himself up against the ropes as he favors the midsection Twisted worked on earlier in the match. Phoenix lifts Twisted up. He clubs him over the back a few times. He whips Twisted into the corner, and then he paces to the opposite corner. Gathering momentum, Phoenix come charging in at Twisted, looking for a corner splash, but Twisted is able to catch him in midair. Twisted hangs on as he calmly walks Bristic out, holding him in front bearhug position. Phoenix screams and flails his arms as Twisted sinks the submission in.)

JR: School's Out! Twisted has that bearhug applied as tightly as he can, I think Phoenix may be in a world of hurt.

(Twisted violently shakes Phoenix back and forth. Halliwell flails his arms. Finally, he sinks to one knee as Twisted keeps the pressure applied. The crowd is booing loudly. Phoenix begins pounding on Twisted's head, trying to make him loosen the hold. He claps his hands together with Twisted's head between them, and for a second Twisted loosens the hold. Phoenix violently rakes Twisted's eyes. Twisted releases the hold. Bristic backs up, and then he runs to the ropes, but on the return Twisted catches him around the throat in chokeslam position and drops Phoenix with a sitdown chokeslam.)

JR: Twisted Rage!

B: Wait, what is Twisted doing?

(Twisted doesn't go for the cover, instead he walks over to the turnbuckle and begins untying the turnbuckle pad. Shane admonishes him, but Twisted simply tells him to get off his back. The two argue back and forth, and then Twisted pushes past him and continues untying the pad. Suddenly Phoenix slowly gets to his feet and clubs him over the back. Phoenix bounces Twisted's head off the top turnbuckle. Phoenix is able to lift Twisted up onto the turnbuckle in a seated position, facing the crowd, and then he climbs up after Twisted. He gives Twisted a reverse hurricanrana off the top rope. Unseen by him, as he does this, Twisted rips the top turnbuckle pad off, exposing the steel turnbuckle. Twisted is thrown back into the middle of the ring by the hurricanrana. Phoenix is able to crawl over for a cover.)

JR: Wendigo! Phoenix just hit the Wendigo off the top rope!

B: Twisted almost had him, why didn't he go for the pin?

(Phoenix punishes Twisted with a triple German suplex, releasing on the final one. Twisted rolls to his feet after a moment. He stumbles back into the corner, and Phoenix spots him. Phoenix charges at Twisted in the corner, but Twisted sidesteps. Phoenix eats a face full of the exposed steel turnbuckle. Phoenix turns around, holding his face in agony. He stumbles around, right into a diamond cutter from Twisted.)

JR: Phoenix overshot that move and... no! Twisted Cut!!

(Twisted hooks the leg.)

One...

Two...

Three!!

(The bell rings and "Aenima" by Tool plays over the PA.)

Announcer: Here's your winner and still IEW World Heavyweight Champion, JASON TWISTED!

(Twisted is handed the belt and he celebrates with it, as Phoenix is staring straight up with an expression of disbelief.)

JR: Well, Phoenix gave Twisted all he wanted tonight, he put up a hell of a fight. I am sure he'll get another opportunity to prove himself down the road.

(Twisted rolls out of the ring, holding the title belt up in celebration.)

JR: Well ladies and gentlemen, that wraps up Reign Of Terror and what an exciting night it was.

B: I know what you mean. I was so excited that I can't wait to get back to my hotel room and order the replay.

JR: Thats if you don't get sidetracked and order something else.

B: How would you know?

JR: Because somehow the bills for your room keep showing up at the front desk with my name on them.

B: Man, I hate it when people get me mixed up with you.

JR: On behalf of the IEW, this is Jimmy Rollins, have a good evening. We'll see you again at Mayhem!!!