BOOM!! The shot opened to a black picture, but with a loud thud of metal on metal a burst of sunlight comes through. We see the black figure of a person standing in the blinding light from outside. This big figure takes a step forward out of the blinding light and shows it to be Cross wearing a pair of shades and his new Wasted Talent shirt. He’s bad ass. Cut off camo shorts he wrestles in and a black leather jacket sloppily thrown on. Weird thing about this is, this picture is being recorded off a hand held camera. Very crappy vision and it keeps shaking.

Cross: WHERE’S MY BITCHES AT!?!

Cross walks forward as Jacob Mitchell walks in behind him.

Jacob Mitchell: I’d say in the locker room marked “R2K�? Wait, locker room? More like a broom closet.

Cross: Either way, let’s get this shit over with so we can head back home.

Jacob Mitchell: Alright, man. I need to get changed so I’ll meet up with you somewhere. Place isn’t big enough to get lost in.

Cross: Heh, alright later.

Jacob walked off in his workout clothes with a gym bag slung over his shoulder as Cross is immediately approached by some scrawny guy with black hair and glasses holding a microphone.

Interviewer: Cross! Pleasure to finally meet you. My name is Paul Hymen. Welcome to the Underground as we’ve all grown to call it.

Cross: Dude, you’re the guy that ripped off Heyman aren’t you. I saw you in the Annex or something.

Paul Hymen: IT’S ALL ACCUSATIONS!!

Cross: Mhmm. No wonder you’re here. What do you want?

Paul Hymen: Is it true, the rumors of some big time W2K back up here to watch yours and Jacob Mitchell’s backs tonight in your title defenses?

Cross: Whoa, no shit?

Paul Hymen: From the rumors I’ve heard some people have been spreading the word about how they’ll be watching tonight to make sure everything goes right for W2K, and with their type of world renowned talent…nothing could go wrong tonight.

Cross: Well bite my nuts and call me Skippy!

Paul Hymen: Good thing we’re not on television.

Cross: Fuck television you goofy ass queer!

Cross raises his arm and pie faces Paul out of the way, and up against the wall knocking his glasses off his face. Hymen hit’s the wall and slides down. Cross walks off as whoever is holding the camera starts following behind. Cross walks around a small hallway to a water fountain, he bends down to take a drink while whoever this cameraman is starts getting really nosey and steps right behind Cross. Cross stands up fast and knocks the camera up in the air. We get a small glimpse of some blonde hair before the guy catches the camera again and points it at Cross who turns around to see.

Cross: Jesus what the fuck are you doing here?!

“I’m here to protect you, Cross! We can’t be losing the world title to some screwy gang bang beat down.�?/FONT>

The picture gets a glimpse of the floor with the hand held camera shuffling around before shutting off and reopening at the ring area from the back row.

Announcer: The following contest is a Falls Count Anywhere match up and is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring first from Honolulu, Hawaii Jacob Mitchell!!

Jacob walks threw the curtains with an arrogant smile on his face like he knows something looking around at the few people that are here. Jake continues to walk down the ring, but wait, what's this! Jake gets hit from behind by none other than Damen. Jake tumbles the rest of the way down to the ring as Damen continues to stomp on him. The crowd is going wild as Damen picks Jake off the floor and slams him against the side of the ring.

Paul Hymen: The hometown “hero�? And I use that term very loosely is taking it to the W2K Impact champion tonight!

Damen in control of the match now grabs Jake by what hair he has and goes to smash his face into the steps, but Jake throwing his foot down reverses and smashes Damen's face instead into the steps. The two start to exchange blows and chops and slaps and..Jake finally stomps on Damen's foot taking him off guard. Damen now favoring his foot gets a running clothesline by Jake sending him down to the ground this time. Jake looks underneath the ring and pulls out a mop, holding it high above his head. Jake takes a swing and CrAcK over the head of Damen it goes, but he doesn't stop there. Jake grabs the head of Damen and shoves the broken end of the mop into the forehead cutting Damen open.

Paul Hymen: THIS IS GETTING EXTREME!!

Jake grabs Damen and rolls him into the ring, leaving only his head to hang. Jake pulls himself up on the apron and to the top of the turnbuckle. He looks around at the crowd before making the leap off the top turnbuckle and nearly taking Damen's head off with a cross body. Jake looks again underneath the ring and this time pulls out a stretcher?!

Paul Hymen: What in the world does he need that for!?

Jake sets up the stretcher so that's in on all fours. Damen still hanging out to dry is lifted onto the stretched and wheeled up the aisle way. Jake wheels him almost to the edge and is about to shove him off, but Damen rolls off the stretcher just in the nick of time. He starts in with lefts and rights on Jake sending him back a few steps. He kicks Jake in the gut and sends him to the floor with a ddt. Damen already busted open and dripping down his face. Spits right in the face of Jake. Then following up with a few kicks to the head. Damen pulls Jake up to his feet as he sends him flying with an irish whip into the set. Jake yelps out in pain as he grabs at his back. Jake lying flat on his stomach is in position for a hard leg drop executed perfectly by Damen. Damen grabs the what appears to be a lifeless Jacob Mitchell and sets him in place at the edge of the stage. He sucks him in between the legs of Damen as he grabs the stomach of Jacob Mitchell. Lifting him high above his head going for the ultimate power bomb, but out of nowhere Jake comes to life pounding the hell out of Damen Vinyard's skull, dropping Jake to the ground. As he lands on his feet Jake grabs Damen by the back of the head and turns him around so his back faces the edge of the stage. Jake dropping Damen down with a dropkick. Seeing as it didn't phase him. Damen is right back to his feet, Jake goes for another drop kick, but Damen gets right back up nearly falling this time. Jake out of desperation runs toward Damen and jumps up as if going for a hurricanrana, but Damen catches him in mid air as he hangs on the edge. Damen runs towards the stage curtain with Jake on his shoulders still, and power bombs Jake through into the backstage area. The fans all run back, the camera shaking heavily only catching short glimpses of peoples feet as they flee towards the back to see the rest of the action. Finally when we catch up, the two of them are down at the end of the hallway where we see Damen throw Jake through a door and out into the parking lot. The fans are starting to circle around the two as they battle through the parking lot. Damen whips Jake towards a car, but Jake reverses and puts Damen head first through the drivers side window. Damen hits hard and pulls his bloody face out, turning around he gets kicked in the gut by Jake, Jake then locks him up in a headlock, then hooks his leg up for the Fisherman. Jake spins around and Prodigal Plexes Damen onto the windshield of the car. The fans are going crazy out there. Jake stands up quick and turns around dragging Damen up onto the roof, hanging his upper body over the edge face down, then spikes him down on the broken glass with a Prodigal Drop. Tires can be heard squealing in the near distance as Jake gets up and turns around ONLY TO GET PLOWED DOWN BY A FREAKING CAR!! The car nails the brakes and comes to a sliding stop as the drivers side door swings open, where a leg. A long sexy looking leg steps out. Black fish net stalking covering it, and now the second leg. High heels. I haven’t even seen her but I’d hit it already, HELL YEAH! The woman steps out, now we see it to be “Trouble�?she walks over towards the car where Jake is laid out next to Damen…and she rolls Damen on top of Jacob! The referee carefully gets around the glass and looks up confused, she orders him to count. 1...2...3!! Jacob Mitchell just lost!? HE LOST THE TITLE TO THAT PRICK!?!

WHAT THE HELL!! Cross and Trey are seen backstage already brawling it out, Trey on the defense as Cross begins really taking it to him with furious punches which rock's Trey back into the wall. Cross looks around, he grabs a nearby steel chair and folds it up, suddenly, with tremendous force, WHACK! Directly across the forehead busting Trey open, Cross is like a shark sensing blood.

Paul Hyman- DAMN! WHAT VIOLENCE?CROSS REALLY BRUTALIZING TREY!!

Cross stalks Trey as he crawls off, as Cross grabs a hand full of hair but Trey quickly low blowing Cross causing him to hold his balls in pain. This gives Trey some time to recover!

Paul Hyman- YES! Trey outsmarted that drunk!

Trey gets back to his feet, he wears the proverbial crimson mask! Trey rushes at Cross connecting with a rather hard clothesline dropping him onto his back. Cross holds the back of his head in pain as Trey walks off searching for something. This gives Cross plenty of time as he recovers and reaches down grabbing the steel chair, he heads Trey's way as we see Cross lift the chair and a loud CLANKING noise as Trey had found a steel pipe and was trying to hit Cross with it.

Paul Hyman- WHAT A WAR!

Cross quickly stabs the chair into Trey's gut then as he is folded over, he lifts the chair above his head and smacks Trey right across the back causing him to arch his back in pain while low walking away from Cross. The pissed off Cross drops the chair and reaches down picking up the steel pipe, he begins smacking it across his hand merely just stalking Trey, he knows he can end him anytime but instead chooses to toy with him. Trey tries running away but Cross chucks the steel pipe hitting Trey in the back dropping him, Cross is really pissed!

Paul Hyman- THAT WAS CHEAP! DAMN CROSS!

Cross smiles sadistically as he just slowly follows Trey, they begin heading back to the ring as Cross quickly reaches over grabbing what looks to be a steel chain, it is wrapped in lethal sharp razor wire! The fans that can see it begin chanting ''HOLY SHIT'' repeatedly, Cross lunges forward and swings the chain overhead striking Trey across the back as he arches his back in a great deal of pain, his shirt tore. These fans are LITERALLY having an orgasm as they scream and hollar ''HE FUCKED YOU UP'' to Trey. Trey tries getting back to the barricade in which he does, however, Cross hits him across the ass as he tried flopping over the barricade, Trey falls on his ass hard now holding it.

Paul Hyman- DAMN IT! I HATE YOU CROSS!

Cross wraps the chain around Trey’s arm, and uses it to whip him into the ring post. Trey’s arm gets cut to shreds as he slams face first into the ring post and falls face down on the floor. Cross drops the chain and walks over pulling Trey up, who out of desperation pulls Cross by the shorts face first into the guard rail.

Paul Hymen: Trey Trauma back in this Last Man Standing Match for the W2K heavyweight title!

Trey slowly gets up, as Cross does as well. Cross turns around to face Trey and gets a high cross body block sending both men over the rail and into the crowd. They both get up swinging and fighting their way through the crowd towards the parking lot exit door. Colin and FTN apparently rush over with them along with a group of fans. The camera starts shaking back and forth barely able to see the action.

Paul Hymen: They’re taking it outside! I hope Cross gets hit by a car too!!

Trey whips Cross through the door and sends him rolling out into the parking lot area. Trey follows out and sees Cross getting up to his knees in front of a car. Trey slowly walks forward, before Cross grabs him by the shirt and slings him face first through the back window of this little car as the alarm sounds off. Trey falls back down as Cross gets up wiping the broken glass off himself. He pulls Trey up and holds him in a front face lock, then snap suplexes Trey into the side of the car. Trey falls back down landing on the top of his head. The ref is there with several fans behind him watching. He starts to do the ten count on Trey, but Cross picks Trey back up…EQUALIZER!! Trey is down for good this time. The ref starts in again. 1.�?.�?3.�?4.�?5.�?6.�?7.…WHAM!!! Cross is hit by a steel chair out of nowhere across the back and he goes down hard. Cross on one knee arching his back gets a big boot to the face by Aftershock. Cutter Flash standing by holding the chair drives it into Cross�?gut over and over again.

Paul Hymen: R2K is here!!

Falcone and Ravage pick Cross up and start dragging him back towards the arena as Cutter and Damen help Trey back up. They all make their way back inside and through the empty crowd where they throw Cross over the guard rail, and they all start to flood over after him. Cross gets up and rolls in the ring trying to avoid them. Cutter gets in first. Cross jumps on him throwing right and left forearm shots to his back and head. Damen slides in and Cross meets him with several stomps. Aftershock on the apron, gets his throat snapped across the top rope. Falcone slides in with Ravage and Trey coming in from behind. Falcone runs at Cross…EQUALIZER!! Cross gets up and turns around RAVAGER!!!

Paul Hymen: Ravager!! His version of the Diamond Cutter just put Cross down hard!!

Aftershock slides a ladder into the ring now as R2K is back in full force stomping the Hell out of Cross. The cameraman aka Colin starts getting closer to the ringside area. Falcone is still down on the floor now. Felix Theodore Newman jumps the guard rail and slides into the ring throwing rights and lefts at everything, but gets quickly dropped by a big boot from Aftershock. Aftershock grabs the ladder and sticks Cross�?head between the two sides as Cutter tosses a chair to Trey. Trey is holding the chair up, and looks like he’s about to crush Cross�?skull!! Falcone back up, he sees Colin!! Falcone rips Colin over the guard rail causing him to drop the camera on the ground. All we can see for a few moments is the boots of Falcone stomping the Bejesus out of Colin Leslie, Falcone picks up the camera holding it on his face, before smashing it with his bare hands. And this match continues, but what’s happening?