Already we have had a decent opening triple threat, but next is onto a hardcore match between the undefeated Amy Valentine, and her opponent Alia Starr. Alia’s Music plays and she emerges from the curtain coming down to the ring. However, running right up from behind her is none other than her opponent, AMY VALENTINE! She appears to have a sledge hammer in her hand, and then with a strong hit from behind, Alia falls down and rolls on the ground.

Joey: Oh my God! How could Amy do that! That is unjust!

Trunks: Seems fine to me! It is a hardcore match after all!

Amy is already taking a strong lead into the match with the strike from behind. The bell is sounded and the hardcore match is on the way. Amy gives Alia some stiff kicks to the ribs, and Alia just rolls away, hoping to gain some free time to get up and recover. Amy plays it smart and stays right on top of her, and swings the sledge again, but Alia moves her head out of the way just in time, and the sedge nails the guardrail. Amy drops the sledge, hurting her hands with the impact, and Alia comes charging up to Amy and takes her down with a clothesline�?so she thinks. Amy, thinking quickly, ducks the clothesline and goes behind Alia. She turns around and grabs Alia at the feet and takes her down to the ground with a nice impact. Now, Amy slides right on with the Walls of Jericho! She has it locked in tight, but Alia is not ready to tap out, yet. She holds on, and Amy grows tired and releases. Alia holds her lower back in pain and Amy goes right to the hair to pick her up.

Joey: This is insane!

Trunks: Amy has this one! I can feel it!

As Amy is picking Alia up, Alia starts in with elbows to the ribs of Amy and then Irish whips Amy right into the guardrail and UP AND OVER! She spills into the crowd and Alia follows. Grabbing one of the steel chairs that was empty in the crowd she starts to stalk Amy with it. Amy starts to stand and Alia swings the chair. But AMY DUCKS IT! By pure luck Amy dodges the chair and she turns around, as does Alia, but right as Amy is about to continue her offensive, some man in black in the audience, who’s face and body is entirely covered, grabs Amy and holds her, not letting her go, as Alia stands. This couldn’t be any more perfect for her. She walks up and looks into the face of Amy who looks mad, and then gives her a hard slap, but Amy cannot break free.

Trunks: Oh come on now! Amy had this one!

Joey: Maybe this will be the night Amy is defeated, Trunks!

Alia starts in with some hard body shots to Amy, but what’s this? Xtremist comes running out from the back and he jumps the guardrail. It looks like he saw what was going on and rushed out to help. He grabs a chair and strikes the man in black with it and he releases Amy. Xtremist looks to Amy, to let her know he is there, then the fight continues. Xtremist fights his way off camera and we focus back on Amy and Alia. Alia locks in a collar and elbow tie-up with Amy, and then puts her into a position for a suplex, right onto unfolded chairs! She starts to lift Amy up and they are now at the vertical base. However Amy slides out and lands on her feet, and the two are back to back. Amy grabs Alia by the head and lifts her up and is now in position for Alia’s own move THE WIDOWS PEAK! Amy turns round so that Alia faces the chairs and then drops to the ground. Amy connects the Widows Peak, and Alia falls forward and face first onto an open chair. Amy laughs and starts to pick Alia up. Amy points over to the jumbotron and he fans erupt.

Trunks: YES! She is going to take Alia up high!

Joey: This cant be good!

Alia tries to fight back, but Amy has her right where she wants her, as far as a beat down is concerned. But, as Alia starts to fight back stronger, Amy locks her into a headlock and then drops Alia face first onto the ground with a hard, DDT. So, again Amy lifts up Alia who is basically dead weight and continues on the way to the jumbotron. Moments pass and the two are on the stage and Amy starts to climb with Alia to the top of the jumbotron. It is hard to keep balance and is fairly small, about ten feet off the stage. But Amy sees Xtremist down below, who has obviously rid the arena of the man in black, for now. She shouts for some tables, and Xtremist sets them up. Teamwork, people, that’s what it’s all about. He sets up the tables and then Amy sets up for a power bomb, and lifts Alia to her shoulders. And lunging her forward, Alia goes flying forward and off, and she crashes through the tables!

Trunks: Oh my God! That was great!

Joey: We need some medical help out here for Alia, she could really be hurt!

This is now Amy’s moment. She looks down and jumps off the small jumbotron, flipping in air and nails a perfect shooting star press! The ref runs out to make the counts as Amy lies on a fallen Alia Starr.

1�?2�?3! Amy pulls through, with yet another victory to her record!

Marsley makes his way down to the ring, not in his traditional ring gear. He is wearing a pair of blue jeans, a rather large pair of Doc Marten's, has a Singapore cane in his right hand, the belt in his left, and is pointing down Xtremist with the cane.

Joey: It looks like Marsley is going to be all business tonight.

Trunks: Street clothes grant instant toughness.

Joey: Yeah…right�?/FONT>

Marsley enters the ring and throws down the cane and belt, and goes straight after Xtremist before the bell rings. He is laying into Xtremist with clubbing forearms to the head. The ref tries to break them up, but Marsley is on fire.

Trunks: Look at him go!

Joey: He certainly must not have liked what Xtremist had to say.

Trunks: I sure did, 'Hey Trunks, I'll give you five hundred bucks to make fun of Marsley in my promos!' And now I'm all the richer.

The ref finally manages to pull Marsley off of Xtremist after threatening to disqualify him. Xtremist nods that he wants to continue, and the bell rings to signal the start of the bout. Collar and elbow tie-up, and Marsley powers Xtremist to the mat. Xtremist up, and the same thing happens again.

Joey: What a show of brute strength by the smaller Marsley.

Trunks: Xtremist has yet to begin his stand for the belt.

Xtremist back to his feet and he slaps Marsley across the face. Before Marsley can react, Xtremist grabs his head and throws a knee into Marsley's midsection, doubling him over. Side headlock by Xtremist, who judo flips him over his hip, cinching in the hold. Marsley nips up to break the hold, and turns quickly to deliver a vicious foot to the side of Xtremists' head.

Trunks: KILL HIM!

Joey: That was a vile sound from Xtremists' head.

Trunks: KILL HIM DEAD!

The ref backs Marsley off of Xtremist to check on him, and begins a ten count. Xtremist pulls himself to his feet around the count of 7. Still wobbly, Marsley grabs Xtremist and backs him into the corner. A few sound chops leave Xtremists' chest red with welts. Marsley whips Xtremist hard into the opposite turnbuckle. He runs at him, does a cartwheel and attempts an elbow, which is blocked by Xtremist. Xtremist counters nicely with a bulldog.

Joey: Nice counter by Xtremist!

Trunks: Looks like Marsley still has some work to do.

Joey: Did you just say�?

Trunks: He hasn't made a bet for the SuperBowl yet; he has to get back to me with that.

Joey: And here for once I thought you had some insight to the match.

Xtremist throws some stomps onto the fallen Marsley. It's clear that he hasn't fully recovered from the kick, and is trying to regain his composure. Xtremist picks up Marsley and plants him back into the mat with a hard scoop slam. A knee drop to the face later and Xtremist throws up his hands in an "X" formation.

Joey: It looks like Xtremist thinks he has this one in the bag!

Trunks: What a fool. There's no way�?/FONT>

Joey: Trunks?!

Trunks: Xtremist placed a horrid bet on the big game.

Joey: Focus!

Xtremist to the top rope and it looks as if he is going to attempt "Total Annihilation," but it's clear that kick has still taken its toll. He is slow to the top, and when he manages to jump off, he under rotates, and lands flat on his back, Marsley rolling out of the way. He stands and points to his head, as if he had that planned, and stomps the fallen body of Xtremist. He rolls Xtremist to his back, and steps out onto the apron. He grabs the top rope, swings himself over and nails an elbow drop to the chest of Xtremist.

Trunks: That had to hurt.

Joey: What a way to use all parts of the ring in his offense.

Alexander with a pick-up, and drops Xtremist back on his head with a cradle pile driver. Alexander pulls Xtremist to the middle of the ring, bounds off the ropes and hits a rolling thunder. Back to his feet instantly and nails Xtremist with a lionsault.

Trunks: BRING THA THUNDAAAA!

Joey: At any rate; Marsley is a house of fire, and Xtremist may have a concussion.

Oddly enough, Marsley doesn't go for the pinfall. He goes to the outside once more and springboards off the tope and hits Xtremist with a legdrop.

Joey: Marsley is sending a message to Xtremist tonight.

Trunks: Heh…must not like people talking bad about him.

Joey: You'd better watch your back then, Trunks.

Trunks: Heh…right…back to the action!

Alexander stands over Xtremist, motioning for him to get back to his feet. He is yelling at his fallen opponent, asking why he isn't so tough anymore. He kicks Xtremist a few times, and he rolls over, trying to crawl back to his feet. Marsley picks him up and whips him into the ropes. Xtremist ducks under a clothesline, and they bounce back, and both men go for a crossbody block. Lucky for Xtremist, thanks to gravity, he falls atop Marsley. 1�?…Marsley kicks out just as the ref counts 2.

Joey: First pin attempt of the bout and Marsley powers out after having the wind knocked out of him.

Trunks: Lucky fall for Xtremist, if they would've fallen the other way, who knows if he could've kicked out.

Both men attempt to make it to their feet. Shaky, both men confront one another in the center of the ring. A right hand by Xtremist, a right hand by Marsley. The two men exchange punches and Xtremist then drops to a knee and nails Marsley in the lower midsection, which could've possibly been a lowblow.

Trunks: Hah! That's a quick way to end that.

Joey: Not to mention illegal. Too close to call, but he has gained the upperhand.

Xtremist dropkicks a kneeling Marsley, and throws his hands up into an "X" once more. He climbs to the top rope and awaits Marsley to get up from the mat. Marsley begins to return to his feet, and Xtremist attempts "Pure Innovation," but Marsley counters it into a SICK spinebuster. Xtremist hits the mat head first, knocking him a bit loopy again. The fans explode as he counters the move.

Joey: Listen to those fans! They're crazy for Marsley!

Trunks: What do they know?

Marsley picks up Xtremist, and brings him in close, and lifts him up and nails Xtremist with the "Bapt-Schism," and gets back to his feet. He lifts up the dead weight of Xtremist and throws him on the top turnbuckle. He ascends the turnbuckle, and hooks Xtremist in, and nails the Terminal Velocity. Marsley rolls Xtremist over and falls down on top for the cover. 1...2...3!! The bell sounds. 

Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner; And Stilllllll W2K Television Champiooooooon; Alexander Marsley!

Trunks: HE STRAIGHT UP KILLED THE MAN!

Joey: A victory over Xtremist is an amazing thing to accomplish. Marsley came in very focused, not letting Xtremists' words go unpunished.

Marsley rolls to the outside and picks up his title and the cane. He slides back in and lets the belt drop to the mat. He stands over a barely conscious Xtremist and has a white-knuckle grip on the cane. He holds it high over his head, prepared to strike, when Nero runs out of the audience and grabs the cane from him.

Nero: You do this, and you'll be proving him right�?/FONT>

Alexander looks at Nero, and the intensity begins to fade away into that cool, calm demeanor that Alexander typically carries himself with. He nods, and picks the title back up and slings it over his shoulder. The lights in the arena go out and a pipe organ begins playing an eerie tune. Crimson lights and smoke pour into the entrance and a man in a black and crimson robe walks out, surrounded by the men in black robes. The music ends and the fans are buzzing with question. A voice is heard over the PA

Voice: Alexander…I hope that your affairs are in order…because next month…we will have the final battle for the control of good and evil…So says…Legion�?/FONT>

Alexander and Nero both stare forward in disbelief. The entity known as Legion has appeared on W2K physically for the first time. The smoke becomes very thick and the black robed men vanish, and Nero and Alexander begin sprinting toward the back.

Joey: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next match is not for the weak of heart, infact our next match, isn't really for normal viewing audiances, because I have a feeling this is going to be a crimson battle.

Joey: Welcome back to New Years Resolution ladies and gentlemen, we’ve seen some great action tonight but Trunks, I think this next match is easily the most personal on the card because Ace Hart and Scott Blaze, two men who were like brothers at one time, will be stepping into the ring with one another, determined not only to beat each other, but to put one another on the sidelines personally. As per usual Trunks, who is your pick for this match?

Trunks: Scott Blaze…�?hes going to win without a doubt Joey, without a doubt. Hes the wrestling icon, and the champion beyond all else……theres no way hes gonna take a loss to Hart.

"Ladies and gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the W2K Flawless Championship...."

"Do You Call My Name" by RA hits the speakers, the soft, melodic keys sting through the speakers as the lights darken, then pitch black. Strobe lights, multi-colored, scan the crowd."Kill me with a beat" is whispered and then the heavy guitar kicks in, followed by the lyrics, the crowd silent, then, a shadow, a figure, at the entrance.

"Introducing first, the challenger, weighing in at 303lbs from Calgary Alberta Canada........ACE HART!"

He's silent, still, a stone statue, large figure. When the chorus hits, so does a spot light, beaming down on him, making him seem pale under the light. The crowd roars as Ace looks at them all, his hair soaked, a water bottle in his hand, cap screwed on, in his standard wrestling attire. Ace throws his head back, his hair whipping behind him as he spits water out over the ramp and close sitting fans, in a mist form, making them cheer all the louder, camera flashes, nearly blinding. His face no londer clean shaven as before when he left, but now, supporting an old school look, relevent of his age, his time, the harley race mutton chops. Handle bars as some would call, gay as hell others would. Ace could care less, he's forty, and isn't impressing any one, just destroying. He makes his way, finally, to ring side, and climbs up onto the apron and then into the ring, tossing the water bottle into the crowd and climbing through the ropes as his view immediatly goes to the entrance ramp.

Joey: Well, Ace looks more than ready for this match......again folks this match is about more than just the flawless title, this match is personal and....

Before Joey can continue he is interrupted by the very well known drum beats to the beginning of 'Conflict' by Disturbed. As the songs tempo picks up two gold pryos fall from above the ring and hit the stage creating gold strobe lights that begin to move around the arena as the music begins to get louder and faster. In the middle of all this, a spotlight appears on the steel stage and movement can be detected in the curtains. We see a man walk from out, directly into the light....Scott Blaze.

"And introducing his opponent, weighing in at 255lbs, from Toronto Canada he is the W2K Flawless Champion.....SCOTT BLAZE!

The Flawless title, strapped around Scotts waist, shines in the light as the wrestling icon looks around at the crowd taking in the booing as if they are cheering him on. He looks down at Ace in the ring, who is motioning for his 'brother' to move closer, and his facial expression quickly goes from a cocky grin to a cold stare as he slowly makes his way down the ramp, the spotlight never leaving him. Finally, he reaches the ring apron and grabs the ropes, pulling himself up onto it and into the ring. He quickly climbs up onto the second turnbuckle, unhooking the title now and holding it into the air as the fans continue to boo him. He climbs down finally, turning to the ref, handing off the title and stepping into his corner.

Joey: You could cut the tension between these two men with a knife Trunks!

Trunks: I hate that expression

The bell rings and both men remain still, staring at one another as the entire crowd begins to cheer for the challenger. Ace grins looking out into the crowd and then back to Scott, who as well looks out into the crowd, an irritated look on his face. Finally, both men take one step forward, then another and another before both men stop once again, staring out to the crowd who is slowly growing louder. Finally, both men take a final step and are right in one anothers face, nose to nose, more or less, yelling at one another although none of it can be heard over the fans who are now just about ready to explode with the first punch.

Joey: Who's going to cross the line first, who's going to take the first shot.....

Suddenly, SMACK, Scott lays an open palm upside the side of Aces face and the crowd begins to boo even louder at Scott. Ace has his face turned to the side still as he grins, shaking his head bringing a hand to his face laughing to himself before suddenly lunging forward and flattening Scott with a right hand, taking the champion to the ground, and thats what does it. THe fans EXPLODE with cheers, every one of them on their feet as the battle has officially begun. Ace quickly picks Scott back up, but is met with a quick thumb to the eye and turns away, holding his face blinded for the moment. Scott is met with boos from the fans as he grabs his opponent whipping him against the ropes trying to catch him with a clothesline only to end up getting taken down by a running high knee a la Triple H.....or Harley Race, either or. Scott this time is helped up by Ace, only to be kicked in the midsection and taken back to the mat with a vertical suplex.

Joey: Nice take down by Ace Hart there

Trunks stays silent now as Ace picks Scott back up to the mat, and whips him into the turnbuckle, following him in and crushing him with a clothesline, leaving Scott in a slump in the corner for a moment while Ace turns away. Ace smirks at the cheering crowd for a moment, but remembers to keep his eyes on the prize and turns back to Blaze who is using the ropes to pull himself back to his feet. He doesn't really need to, he isn't in dier straights yet, but it conserves energy. Blaze shakes his head a bit, rolls his shoulders and arches his neck to each side, apparently loosening up before stepping out of the corner. Ace stands and waits, just watching, waiting.

Joey: I don't know if giving Blaze some time is the smartest move by Hart.

They lock up and immediatly Blaze is locked into a side head lock, Ace easily over powering him. Blaze struggles to muscle Ace's arms from around his neck, but to no avail, the more he struggles, the tighter Ace squeezes. Blaze's knees begin to quiver a bit as he starts to lace elbows into Ace's sturnum to try and get him to break the hold. Eventually, after four or five shots Blaze gives himself enough room to push Hart across the ring into the ropes and then hit him with a deep arm drag on the return, causing the crowd to explode in fits of boos.

Trunks: That's the way Blazey boy.

Blaze is quick to get back up, Ace, a little slower. Blaze lays a few right hands into Ace, reeling him back a few steps until he kicks him in the gut and plants him with a double arm ddt. Blaze quick to his feet again, this time it's Blaze pulling Ace up, grabbing a fist full of hair and then puts him back to the canvas with a neck breaker. The crowd is showing their evident dislike for Blaze as this point, but he just sits up and smiles as he climbs back to his feet, a bit of a cocky swagger in his step. He struts over to the ropes and leans over them, telling a few loud members of the front row that he has this in the bag.

Joey: Not smart.

Trunks: Pssh, it's flawless.

Blaze turns back around and gets his grin turned upside down as Ace barrles at him and close lines him over the top, problem is, Ace goes with him. Both men crash to the ground on the out side, but scramble to get their feet. This time Ace has the advantage and gets up first, lacing Blaze with heavy right hands before whipping him head long into the steel stairs, knocking them apart like bowling pins. Ace walks over to Blaze and pulls him up and then BAM, rams his face into the flat part of the bottom half of the steps, once, twice, thrice. Ace then slams his face against the steel poll  and then runs his forehead along the edge of the one of the steps before whipping him back first into the barricade. Crimson starts to drip from Blaze's forehead as Ace is in total control.

Trunks: Come on. DQ Hart for christ sakes.

Joey: Like that would stop these two?

Ace goes to whip Blaze into the post again but Blaze counters with a kick to the gut and a heavy upper cut, sending Hart reeling. Blaze rushes forward and closelines him to the floor. Blaze drops to his knees by the ring, exhausted. Ace rolls onto his stomach and starts to get back up. Blaze is still down, hunched over. Ace shakes his head a bit, and smirks at the sight of Blaze. He cocks a fist, just waiting for the knock out blow, standing behind Blaze. Blaze begins to stand up and then turns. WHAM!

Joey: My god he about took his damn head off!

Blaze levels Ace with a shot from a damned chair wrapped in barbed wire. Ace drops like a rock and the fans explode with boos. The ref is about to DQ Blaze, when he decides to hell with it. It's going to end on their terms, the way it should. Blaze stands over Hart with a cruel smile, waiting with the chair ready to fire. Ace starts to get to his knees, blood pouring from his face already as he looks up at Blaze daved. Blaze smiles and mouthes good bye before bringing the chair crashing down.

Joey: Dear god.

Trunks: That's going to hurt.

Ace drops Blaze like a bad habbit with a low blow and a crimson smile. Ace slowly stands back on his feet, his legs a little bit wobbly. Ace pulls Blaze up and rolls him into the ring, then slides in himself. Blaze is already half way to his feet by the time Ace gets in and up. They reach their feet at about the same time and begin to lace lefts and rights into each other. Blaze moves Ace back a few paces, then Ace moves back Blaze to even ground. Back and forth, shot after grueling shot. Ace swings heavy and Blaze blocks, kicks Hart in the gut, impaler DDT! Blaze rolls and covers but only picks up the two count as Ace lifts a shoulder, but barely.

Joey: The first pin attempt of the match.

Trunks: Should have been the last.

Blaze smacks the canvas and gets to his feet, pulling Hart with him. Blaze whips Ace across the ring and hits him with a big drop kick on the return, leveling Hart. Blaze again goes for the pin, hooking both legs, but again only gets a two. Blaze smacks the canvas again and rolls out of the ring. He grins a bit as he picks up the chair and slides back into the ring, holding it over Ace, waiting for him. Ace slowly gets up, a little disoriented and stumbles. He turns to see Blaze and instinctively kicks him in the gut, heavy. Blaze drops the chair and...

Joey: MY GOD!

Trunks: WHAT!

DEVINE SIGN ONTO THE CHAIR! Blaze's face is destroyed in the mess of bared wire and steel, but Ace slumps onto his back, his last burst of energy spent on the pedigree. The referee starts the ten count as both men lay, virtually out cold. The crowd begins to count up with the referee, reaching 5 in no time, as the count continues, both men slowly rolling back and forth, trying their damndest to get to their feet. Finally, both men, with the aid of the ropes on either side of the ring, begin to climb up, just at a count of 9 and the referee stops, signalling that its not over.

Joey: Both men back to their feet, showing great determination here

Ace and Scott move together, both groggy still, and begin to exchange shots back and forth, into the turnbuckle with Scott on the outside. Blaze grabs Hart by the arm and whips him towards the opposite corner, following him in only to be met with an elbow from his opponent, causing him to stumble back. Ace takes the advantage, quickly kicking Scott and lining him up for a second 'Devine Sign' but Scott fights out, and backdrops Hart to the canvas, turning around quickly and dropping an elbow from a standing position.

Joey: A nice reversal by Scott, but its not going to keep Ace down for long

True enough, Ace is already climbing back to his feet again as Scott stands back. Ace turns towards Blaze only to be met with a kick to the gut, and quickly finds himself hoisted up, onto Scotts shoulders in a torture rack like position. The fans boo loudly, knowing whats coming as Scott grins.

Joey: NO! Not this.....dont do it Scott!

Scott continues grinning, spinning from one side of the ring to the next, displaying what hes about to do. Unfortunatly for the champ, he waits too long and Ace is able to break out and lands on the canvas quickly, surprising Blaze with a quick DDT and the fans erupt with cheers once again! Ace wastes no time gloating and quickly pulls Scott into the middle of the ring, lifting his opponents legs up and locking him into the sharpshooter! Scott screams out in pain as the hold is locked in, Ace applying more and more pressure every second while Scott tries with all his might to get to the ropes. Ace, not knowing this, has no chance to pull Scott back unfortunatly as Blaze latches a hand onto the side ropes and the referee yells at Ace to break the hold, and begins a count of 5 when Ace refuses. At 4, Hart finally breaks the hold and turns back to Scott, picking him back up to his feet.

Trunks: Ace just made a huge mistake

Joey: I dont know about that Trunks, Scott may be too weak to do anything now, that sharpshooter took a lot out of him.

Ace grapples with Scott, easily lifting him up into the air and holding him in the vertical position for a moment, displaying his strength, before dropping backwards and laying Scott out on the mat once again. Ace looks to cover for the pin, but shakes it off instead, deciding perhaps that the punishment is not yet over. Again Scott is helped to his feet by Hart and is whipped against the ropes. This time however, as he comes back to Hart who is waiting, Scott surprises Ace, the fans and everyone else by flattening his opponent with the 'Momentum Killer'! The fans begin to boo again as Scott stays down as well for a moment, slowly crawling towards Ace and draping an arm over Harts body as Scott watches through the blood as the referee begins the count. One......Two.......Thre.....NO! Ace is able to get a shoulder up and Scott just drops his head to the mat, leaving a dark red blotch of blood where he lays.

Joey: ACE IS STILL IN! HE KICKED OUT!

Trunks: Dont you worry Joey, Scotty boy can get the job done.

Scott slowly climbs to his feet once again, picking Ace back up with him and whips him into the ropes, only to have it reversed. Scott hits the ropes and ducks an attempt at a clothesline from Ace, hits the opposite ropes and takes Ace down at the knees with a chop block! Ace drops to his knees and Scott quickly stands back, turning back to Ace and pulling him back by his hair, only to drive his forhead into Aces, headbutting him! Scott smacks Ace upside the head and goes for another headbutt but this time, Ace catches Scott with an upper cut, sending the champion reeling backwards into the ropes. Scott recovers quickly however, bouncing off the ropes for an attempt at a spear but......

Joey: DEVINE SIGN!!!!

Ace catches Scott just at the right time with a knee, and is able to take the champion down with a Devine Sign out of absolutly no where. The fans dont care though, they're loving it as they all stand on their feet as Ace covers Scott, hooking the leg and watching the referee slap the mat.

One....

Joey: Come on Ace!

Two......

Trunks: NO! Come on Scott! KICK OUT!

THREE!!!!!!!!!!!

The referee hits the mat one final time and jumps up ringing the bell as Ace rolls off his beaten opponent, rolling to the side, the fans all going absolutly crazy with cheers.

Joey: ACE HART HAS DONE IT! ACE HART HAS BEATEN SCOTT BLAZE! ACE HART IS THE FLAWLESS CHAMPION!!!

Trunks: NO! Scott is suppossed to win, SCOTT is the flawless superstar Joey!

Joey: Not anymore Trunks! Not anymore.

Ace slowly is helped to his feet by the referee who now has the title belt, which he quickly hands over to Ace, who raises it into the air while having his arm raised in victory at the same time.

"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner by pinfall and the NEW W2K Flawless Champion.......ACE HART!!!"

The fans erupt even louder at the sound of that, drowning out the tune to 'Do You Call My Name'. Ace climbs out of the ring slowly, making his way up the ramp slowly while Scott still lays unconcious in the ring. The pay per view cuts to a different scene with the last image of Ace holding the title high above his head on the stage with the fans still roaring, before the new champion disappears into the back.