The lighting becomes a dark purple color as the beginning guitar intro of "Inhale" by Stone Sour plays over the public announcement system. The JUMBO tron shows the name "Palsied" in blue and yellow text, the text covers a clip of a man performing a tilt-a-whirl side slam into a piledriver to a random Indy wrestler. That clip is followed by the same man hopping off of a fourteen foot ladder onto a man laid flat on a flaming table with thumbtacks. Following that clip is a clip of, again, the same man performing a Super Huricanrana from the top of a ladder in the inside of the ring to his opponent to the outside through a table covered in nails and toothpicks glued to the table. After about fifteen seconds into the song and watching unbelievable moments performed by Palsied, he finally emerges from behind the curtains. He wears a long coat that drapes down to his ankles. The edges are colored purple, but the inside is filled with blue and golden squares. He also wears purple baggy pants that have a white "P" on the front of pant leg. He wears a black belt, holding these pants up. He also has black boots on with straps instead of laces. And although it is hard to see due to the fact that his sleeves reach down to his knuckles, when he lifts his arms and the sleeves slip down, you can see white wrist tape wrapped around his hand and wrists. And when he lifts his arm high enough, you can see purple elbow pads protecting his elbows. He walks to the edge of the ramp and holds his right forearm before his face, so his bare fist points towards the ceiling. He then lifts his left arm and crosses it perpendicularly at his wrist, so it makes a cross. Palsied then smirks and begins to walk down the ramp, slapping the hands of volunteers from the audience. When he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he holds his arms in the cross taunt again, sliding into the ring. The man brushes his coat off and turns to the nearest turnbuckle, hopping onto it and performing the cross taunt once more. He then performs a 180 degree jump off of the turnbuckle, slipping the coat off and handing it to a stagehand.

Trunks: “Well now that Palsied is finally out here we can bring out the defending champion.�?/FONT>

We're ringside again, and we see that the ring chocked full of hardcore equipment. "Epic" By Faith No More rips over the speakers as the lights dim out. The fans start cheering, some hardcore L-D fans give him loud boos. Dave Tanner makes his way out from behind the curtains, and looks out to the crowd, then to the ring. He smiles and it looks like his hair is a bit more relaxed now, and walks down the ramp, slapping a couple of fan's hands down the way. He slides into the ring, and looks over all the weapons he's about to use on Latino Diablo.

Kewl: "Looks like Dave is ready for this bout, and we can only hope to see how Latino Diablo is after Nikki Black's passing."

Just then "Spit" by Sepultra hits over the speakers and EVERYONE in the arena cheers for L-D. The grieving Luchador walks out from behind the curtains, the High Risk title around his waist, as he points up to the heavens in honor of Nikki Black. He runs down the ramp, and slides into the ring. He throws the belt to Binkle, and runs right at Dave Tanner. He jumps at him, and starts swinging wild lefts and rights.

Binkle: "The following match is for the High Risk championship! Introducing first... DAVE TANNER! And the Champion... LATINO DIABLO!"

Kewl: "Binkle could hardly get out of the ring before Latino Diablo went at Dave!"

Trunks: "IT'S FOR THE CHILDREN!"

Dave is blocking most of the punches until he sees an opening, and slams his fist right into Diablo's stomach. Diablo hunches over as Dave quickly grabs a garbage can lid, and slams it across the back of L-D's head. L-D stumbles back, holding the back of his head, and does even see Dave tossing the rest of the garbage can at his face. L-D catches it, and doesn't even realize this is a mistake as Dave Tanner smashes his boots into the garbage can, which hits L-D's face hard. L-D stumbles back, and before he can fall, Bret scoops him up, and hits a huge fisherman suplex onto a bunch of the weapons. The fans don't like to see L-D hurt, but are impressed by Dave's athleticism.

Kewl: "Right now Dave is using everything in the ring to his advantage, but where is his patented chair CARL?"

Trunks: "You're sitting on it!"

Kewl: "Shut up, Trunks."

Dave goes for a quick pin on L-D, which only gets a two count. Dave doesn't look frustrated, he just grabs a random weapon out of the pile, and smashes it across L-D's head. It's actually a stapler. Dave smirks, and starts putting staples into L-D's flesh. Soon enough he throws the stapler aside, and lifts L-D up. He throws him into the ropes, L-D rebounds, and hits a HUGE leg lariat on Dave. Dave gets up to his feet only to have L-D hit him across the head with a framed picture of Jeremy McMillion! Dave stumbles back, quite possibly more confused on just why someone put a framed picture of the Jerm inside the hardcore weapons pile.

Kewl: "Is that a photograph of Jeremy McMillion?"

Trunks: "Cross or Dante probably slid that one into the ring. THEY SHOULD BE FIRED! But I have to admit, that is pretty funny."

L-D throws the picture aside, and grabs something else. This time it's M. Night Shyamalan's 'Lady In the Water'! L-D grimaces as the movie, and throws it to the side as well. L-D picks something else up now, something dangerous, a hammer! He stalks Dave who springs to his feet right at the last second, dodges the hammer, and hits L-D with a HUGE neckbreaker! Dave stands up, and walks over to the hardcore stash. He lifts a florescent light tube out of the pile! L-D is kneeling, and right as he stands up, Dave whips the florescent light tube right at L-D! It smashs L-D across the face, and he quickly stumbles into the corner. Dave rolls out of the ring, and lifts the apron up. Out comes his patented chair CARL, a chair wrapped in razor-wire. He slides it back into the ring, and sees L-D stumbling out of the corner. Dave winds up, waiting... waiting. L-D is in range now! Dave swings down... SMASH! L-D crumbles to the mat as the fans go completely silent, some chanting "HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT!" Dave doesn't even realize how hard he hit L-D. He throws CARL to the side, and pins L-D.

Kewl: "THIS MIGHT BE IT!"

ONE!

TWO...

THRE-KICKOUT!

The fans ERUPT as L-D gets his shoulder up. Dave looks kinda pissed at first, but he knows he can't stay distracted for long. He stands up, and picks Latino Diablo - who as razor stuck in his mask- up. Dave looks like he's setting him up for the Super-Natural! But just as he's about to hit it, L-D reverses into a sit-down powerbomb onto CARL! Dave clutches his back that is instantly sliced open by the razor wire. The fans go crazy one again, and L-D stands up. L-D sets a ladder up in the middle of the ring, and starts climbing up it.

Latino Diablo: "CHILDREN! BEHOLD... THE DIABLO DRIVER!"

Right as L-D is half-way up the ladder, Palsied springboards off the ropes, and smashes L-D on the side of the head with one of the tag team championships. Which causes L-D to crumble the mat. The fans jaws drops as there's Palsied just did that. L-D falls onto the mat, and Palsied shakes Dave Tanner.

Kewl: "What the Hell is Palsied doing?"

Dave stands up, and looks at Palsied. He smirks, picks Latino Diablo up, and hits the Super-Natural hard onto L-D. He quickly covers him up for the pin.

One!

Some of the fans start booing.

Two!

Kewl: "KICK OUT L-D!"

THREE!

Binkle: "HERE IS YOUR WINNER..."

Palsied reaches out, and snatches the microphone from Binkle's hands. He also grabs the High Risk title and the other Tag Team title, and tosses them both to Dave.

Palsied: "AND THE NEW HIGH RISK AND TAG TEAM CHAMPION WITH PALSIED... DAVE TANNER!"

Some of the fans are booing, but at the same time a lot of them are cheering.

Kewl: "Does this mean?"

Palsied: "Yes Joey, this mean that Dave Tanner is now OFFICIALLY in the Sons of Disaster. Con seems to have a lot on his mind right now, and since he just basically provoked Kilo, I decided I'd rather have SoD have all the gold. Soon enough either Con or Rot is gonna be the TV Champion. That means the Sons of Disaster will hold most of the gold in W2K. How's that for winning a frickin' war, eh? Now Dave and I have to go celebrate, maybe hit on The Jerm's wife and daughters. Until next time, Adieu."

Backstage we open up in Hamid Ismaili's office where Cross is seen standing in front of his desk.

Cross: "What that bastard said earlier, that wasn't right Hamid."

Hamid: "No it wasn't, but I can't turn back the clock and take it back now can I?"

Cross: "No, but we need to make him pay for his actions, that slimeball might have power but he isn't the end all be all of W2K."

Hamid: "No he's not, that's why to shove it in his face that he isn't the only one with power. I'm booking you and Dante against Nic E Dangerously and Sef Kinsley next week on RAGE."

Cross: "Now that's what I like to hear Hamid. That's what I like to hear."

We fade back to ringside, and it seems everyone is preparing them for a match that could quite possibly the bloodiest of the night. Soon a series of unpleasent noises screech over the speakers followed by "Brown Noise" by the Acacia Strain. Phantom makes his way through the ropes wearing his Doomsayer cloak, the fans let out a boo as the monster trudges down to the ring. He walks up the steps, and wastes no time getting into the ring.

Kewl: "This is about to be a bloodbath even though it's only a first blood."

Trunks: "It's going to be hardhitting action. Kinda like that viral internet video 'One Night in Joey's Mom'."

Just then "Who Run It" by the Collaboration of artists bumps over the speakers. The fans start cheering as soon as Sean Hunter moves out from behind the curtains. He stands there for just a second, and then takes his time getting down to the ring. He slides into the ring, and stands up - staring right into the souless eyes of his rival; Phantom.

Binkle: "The following match is a First blood! The first man to draw blood on his opponent wins the match! Introducing first... wearing the white trunks. Weighing in at two-hundred and sixty-eight pounds. He is... PHANTOM!"

Kewl: "Look at Phantom's face, he looks like he wants to rip Sean Hunter apart!"

Indeed Phantom does as Sean gives the exact same look right back at Phantom.

Binkle: "Standing in the oppposite corner wearing black shorts. He is weighing in at two-hundred and seventy six pounds! HE IS... SEAN HUNTER!"

Kewl: "Just looking at the tale of the tape for this match. Sean Hunter is six-foot five, and Phantom is six-foot six. Sean Hunter has him beat in pounds by eight pounds. These two are goliaths in that ring, and now they're about to do battle. This will be an even bout for sure."

Bink evacuates the ring, and the ref looks like he wants to go with him until he remembers he has to call the match. The bell rings, and the two men launch at each other. Punch after punch lands for both men as the fans are getting behind them, craving for blood! Cannibals! Sean Hunter starts backing Phantom into a corner until Phantom turns the tide and choke tosses Sean Hunter across the entire ring! The fans can't believe the power he just showed from out of nowhere. Sean believes it though, and he quickly stands up, and goes right back after Phantom. Another brawl ensues, and the two men are literally beating the snot out of each other.

Kewl: "If this goes on like this for the rest of the match, they won't last much longer."

Phantom has Sean on the ropes, and Sean shows his mat prowess as he ducks under a punch, grabs Phantom's legs, and tosses him over the ropes! The fans get ecstatic as Phantom hits the matting below. Sean looks down at Phantom who is getting up, runs to the other ropes, rebounds off of them, and SOOOOARRS over the ropes. Just as he hits Phantom, Phantom reverses the momentum, and flips Sean Hunter right into the crowd! The fans go nuts as Sean Hunter digs himself out of the mess. The ref checks if he's bleeding, but there is no blood! Sean Hunter hops onto the guard rail, kicks Phantom away, and follows up with a spinning back elbow! The fans go CRRRAZY AGAIN!

Kewl: "I have absolutely no idea how Sean Hunter just pulled that off after all that."

Trunks: "These two hate each other... a lot."

Sean Hunter stands up, and digs something from under the ring out. It's an iron pipe! WTF is that doing under there? Sean looks it up and down, then to Phantom who is now standing. Sean Hunter swings... MISSES... and Phantom hits a HUGE back fist to Sean Hunter's head. ANOTHER ONE! AND ANOTHER! Sean Hunter drops the pipe, and quickly rolls into the ring. Then he realizes that was a big mistake as now the lead pipe is sitting at the foot of Phantom. Phantom smiles that sadistic smile of his as he scoops it up, and slides into the ring after Sean. Sean is there to cover up his mistake as he starts stomping on Phantom's head. Before Phantom takes anymore punishment he sweeps Sean Hunter's legs from underneath him with the lead pipe, and stands up. Sean is up now... Phantom swings... MISSES... NO THE PIPE SLAMS INTO SEAN'S SHOULDER! Sean grasps his shoulder, dodges another swing, and dropkicks Phantom! Phantom stumbles back, runs, and slams his knee right into the side of Sean Hunter's head. Sean crumbles to the mat, and the ref checks for blood. There is none.

Kewl: "That was a wicked knee shot. I'm surprised Sean isn't K'O'd"

Sean Hunter rolls onto his stomach, his eyes glazed over. Phantom looks over at the corner, then back to Sean Hunter. He grins once again, and walks over to the turnbuckle. He climbs up all the way to the top, and signals what could possibly kill Sean Hunter; the Soulless Stomp. The fans are on their feet!

Kewl: "DON'T DO IT PHANTOM! NOT ONLY WILL YOU MAKE HIM BLEED... YOU'LL EXPLODE HIS BRAINS ALL OVER THE PLACE!"

Trunks: "Yeah and I just got done eating my dinner too!"

But as everyone is telling Phantom no, he says yes. He flies off the top rope, brings his feet together... but right before he can land on the back of Sean Hunter's head... Sean Hunter somehow moves out of the way! Phantom looks over, and sees Sean Hunter with the pipe! Not good for Phantom. Sean Hunter swings back... it looks like he's going to miss, but he leans in just at the right second and nails Phantom right on the forehead! Phantom falls to the mat, arms spread out, probably knocked out. The ref checks for blood... he waits for it as Sean Hunter leans up against the ropes.

Kewl: "Is he... Is the ref actually signalling that there ISN'T any blood after that?"

Trunks: "Either that or he wants your mom's number. 867-5309!"

Sean Hunter can't believe this crap! He throws the pipe aside, and rolls out of the ring. Is he done? No! He flips up the apron, and pulls out a table-top with razors poking out of it! He slyly smirks, and slides the destructive table-top into the ring. Sean Hunter rolls into the ring, and picks Phantom up. Phantom is in trouble here as Sean Hunter sets him up for the Decapitator. Suddenly Phantom reverses it, and flips Sean Hunter over head and fortunately for Sean over the table. Phantom looks down at the razor table, and gets an idea. Phantom slams a couple boots into Sean, and then picks him up. Sean starts battling back, and throws Phantom into the corner. Sean Hunter launches himself, and elbows Phantom right in the face. Sean lifts Phantom onto the top rope, and looks like he wants to super-plex Phantom onto the razors, but somehow Phantom reverses it into a powerbomb set-up. Just as Phantom launches himself off the rope with Sean, Sean reverses it into a hurricarana!! Phantom goes flying upside down into the other corner, landing right on his neck, as Sean Hunter looks like he's about to land chest first on the table. But somehow Sean Hunter stops himself before hitting it, as if in a push-up position. Sean pushes of carefully, and is on his knees now when from out of no where Phantom slams his knee into the back of Sean's head. Sean's eyes roll into the back of his head, and he crumbles to the mat. Phantom lifts Sean Hunter up, and sets him up on his shoulders. It looks like he's about to hit the Carbomb!

Kewl: "Uh-oh he's about to hit that Carbomb piledriver onto the razor table!"

But out of no where Sean reverses it into the HOMO-cide! PHANTOM'S BARE CHEST AND FACE HIT THE RAZOR TABLE! Sean Hunter rolls off to the side, and while Phantom squirms after the tremendous pain he just went through. The ref sees that there is no doubt he is bleeding, he has mulltiple cuts all over the place. The ref signals for the bell as "Who Run it" beams over the speakers.

Kewl: "Holy...shit."

Binkle: "Here is your winner... Sean Hunter!"

Sean Hunter stands up, and looks down at Phantom who is losing a crapload of blood. Sean Hunter raises his arms in victory as he rolls out of the ring, and continues his victory celebration up the ramp. He's all smiles until he sees Phantom shoot up into a sitting position, and looks over at Sean. Phantom kips up to his feet, grabs the lead pipe, rolls out of the ring, and runs up after Sean who is already getting behind the curtains.

Kewl: "DID HE JUST GET UP ON HIS OWN AFTER THAT?"

Trunks: "That guy is a machine! If I was Sean Hunter, I'd be pissing my pants."

Binkle: "... LADDDIES AND GENTLEMENNNN!... THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS FORRR ONE FALLLL.. AND IS FOR THE W-2-K IMPACT CHAMPIONSHHIIPPPP!!!........... FIRST.... THEEEE CHAMPIONNN!!"

The opening strains of ‘Go To Sleep�?by Eminem and the lights cut out.

This is when the song kicks in and pyros explode on either side of the entranceway and the house lights come back up. Dante steps out from behind the curtain, looking out over the fans as these Texas fans boo the hell out of the Hardcore Canuck. Dante starts walking down the aisle, jaw-jacking with a few of the more vocal fans as he heads to the ring.

Joey Kewl: "The Impact Champion, Trunks... a talented individual who was so damn close too pinning Nic E Dangerously just weeks ago."

".. I don't need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best believe you gon' know me
When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me
Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful
I'm rid of you, all you, Ja, you'll get it too!"

He walks up the metal steps on to the ring apron and then hops over the top rope using the rope. Dante taps the plate of his Impact Championship... swaggering over too one corner. He jumps up on to one of the turnbuckles and stands on the 2nd rope, looking out over the fans with a smirk that reeks of arrogance.

Binkle: ".... FROM OTTAWAAAA, CANADAA!!....WEIGHING 236lbsssssss!!!.............. THE HARDDDCORREEEE CANUCK!....... DANTEEEEE"

"Now go to sleep bitch!
Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta tell ya, close ya eyes?
And go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!
Go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah...
Go to sleep bitch!"

He shakes his head looking out a fan waving the Texas state flag and hops down. Dante leans in the same corner looking relaxed, waiting for Haywire... The chimes of London’s Big Ben sound. The lights fade out. The arena plunged into an abrupt darkness. Cell phone camera flashes are only able to punch fleeting holes in the solid twlight. As the chimes sound, they begin to slow down, warping; the chimes twisting and reverberating into something haunting and sinister as they echo like crazed phantoms around the venue. On the tron we see strange occult symbols. Words in ancient languages from Aramaic to Egyptian hieroglyphics, red on a black background, all are overlapping each over, struggling for supremacy until the tron is nothing but crimson. Match cut to a burning nighttime horizon; in a series of quick cuts we reveal mayor cities all across the globe, London...New York...Paris...all aflame. We centre in on New York, flying through canyons of twisted steel and burning masonry as the skyline is awash with fire. The scene on the tron crash dives towards street level, then banks sharply upwards, running along the side of the famed Empire state building, the camera gathering momentum until it reaches it’s zenith point and we see a figure, strong purposeful, hidden behind a veil of shadow, standing tall...arms out stretched. The silhouette remains still. Eventually, the chimes stop. Back on the tron, the silhouetted figure moves out from the darkness as the crowd erupts in cheers.

Binkle: "AAAAAAND HIS OPPONENT!!... FROM STATTEN ISLAND, NEWWWW YORK!... WEIGHING IN AT 236lbsssssssss!!!...... THE ANTI-CHRIST..... TYLERRRR 'HAYWIRE'... HAYYYYDEN!!!"

Purple and blue pyrotechnics explode across the entrance ramp as...

"Reach out...Touch faith!"

Depeche Mode’s "Personal Jesus", kicks in. The stage fills up with a shroud of mist as a figure moves within, arms out stretched, while back on the tron we see Tyler hitting his signature moves..."The Wire cutter", "The Ty-Breaker", "The Highwired Act" on various victims. Over this run the words, "These are the signs of the return, heed them". Quick cuts on the tron now of Tyler walking down a apocalyptic city street that arcs outwards at a crossroads; the streets are lined with overturned, burnt out cars. At the crossroads a crow perches itself on a twisted street sign, like a deformed hand with broken, ruined fingers. The sign points towards London, Paris, New York, Hong Kong and Washington. Tyler reaches the sign.

"So, who’s next?"

As Tyler speaks on the tron, the figure in the mist emerges. It’s Tyler Hayden.

Trunks: "This guy.... I don't know how too describe him, Joey."

Joey Kewl: "Certainly a talented individual, Trunks. This should be a superb contest."

He’s dressed in his wrestling garb of Black sex pistols T-shirt, faded jeans, dirty white adidas sneakers, with tape around the hands and wrists. The crowd erups into a vocal "HAYWIRE" chant as Tyler spins on the spot, marches down the ramp towards the squared circle. As he reaches the foot of the ring Tyler Smiles, lifts his hands into the air as the four ring posts explode momentarily into flame. After a moment the flames die down, Tyler chooses this moment to enter the squared circle, soaks in the adulation from the crowd.

Joey Kewl: "Well as you may have noticed from Harolds announcing, both men are in at 236lbs... evening this contest up nicely, Trunks."

Hayden and Dante lock eyes... the Impact Champ still leant back arrogantly against the turnbuckle as Hayden tosses his blonde hair back over his head and rubs his chin... thinking hard as he stares into the cold eyes of Dante. Hayden and Dante walk into the centre... The referee being handed Dantes Impact title and raising it above his head. It's handed too Binkle on the outside as Hayden and Dante just stare at eachother like hawks... Hayden, the slight height advantage looks the bigger of the two men but not by much... Dante smirks a little... and Hayden manages a wry grin..... he nods, and steps back a little, telling Dante too 'come at him'..........

Trunks: "WHUP HIS ASS!!"

The Bell Rings!... Dante races toward Hayden, tackling him and driving him into the turnbuckle much too Haydens surprise! Tyler tries too cover his ribs as Dante throws vicious rights and lefts as if this was a boxing match... suddenly Dante raises a knee into Haydens gut......... Suplex! Hayden slowly climbs to his feet but Dante already puts a boot into the side of his head! Tyler, just onto his find, staggers to the side and collapses onto the ropes as Dante runs in with a knee buried into Tyler Haydens gut... he grabs his wrist, and whips Hayden nicely to the other side of the ring.... Hayden bounces off the ropes and charges toward Dante, managing to grab the clothesline-primed arm of Dante and put it in a Hammerlock nicely...Hayden forces the arm up into Dantes own spine... pushing him toward the ropes as Dante slaps his own shoulder and shakes his head, almost roaring too summon the strength to force his way out of the hold. Hayden grabs the wrist with both hands, removing the hold and instead twisting over Dantes arm... Dante shakes his head. and suddenly stomps to the side, catching Tyler in the gut! Dante shakes the pain out of his arm, and levels Hayden with a superb right hand to the cheek.

Joey Kewl: "Ohh! THUDDING right hand by the Canadian!"

Hayden staggers back, and then comes back with his own right hand! Hayden suddenly slaps an Overhand Chop down onto Dantes chest!... and again!... AND AGAIN! Hayden suddenly flashes a KNIFE EDGE CHOP ACROSS DANTES CHEST!!... Massive 'WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!'s emerging from the sell-out crowd in respect to the legendary Ric Flair. Hayden pushes Dante back against the ropes, then goes too irish whip Dante, but its reversed, and Hayden gets whipped to the ropes himself... he bounces off them, and runs into a smooth Arm Drag by Dante! Tyler gets up to his feet, shaking his head as Dante recieves boo's.. with that trademark smirk on his face. Hayden races toward Dante, and ducks under the desperate clothesline from the Impact Champion.. Hayden bounces off the ropes before nailing Dante with a nice Spinning Heel Kick. Dante clutches his nose as he rolls back up to his feet... Hayden increases the pace, quickly whipping Dante into the ropes, then nailing him with a brilliant Hip Toss across the ring! Dante is barely up before Hayden nails him with a FLYING High Kneee to the face! Dante collapses back into the turnbuckle... and Hayden steps onto the middle rope... raising a fist...

Joey Kewl: "... Here we go!"

Hayden comes down with punches too Dante's forehead.. The Crowd counting along in brilliant unison..... ONE!...... TWO!...... THREE!..... FOUR!..... FIVE!...... Hayden takes a breath, grinning................ SIX!.... SEVEN- Dante suddenly fights out of it! Popping Hayden up and letting him drop down for an Inverted Atomic Drop!... Hayden staggers out clutching his inner thigh.... and Dante PLOUGHS THROUGH HIM WITH A CLOTHESLINE!!!!!

Joey Kewl: "No nonsense from Dante!"

Dante hooks over Hayden's leg... One!.. Two-Shoulder up quickly! Dante gets up to his feet, clutching Hayden right foot with both hands.. Dante lifts up the right leg, keeping it straight... before STOMPING down on Haydens thigh!... another STOMP!... and then a final third STOMP!

Joey Kewl: "OH!"

Trunks: "Did Dante just catch Hayden in the 'bad place'..."

Joey Kewl: "Referee didnt seem too notice, Trunks..."

Hayden rolls over in pain, clutching his crotch. Dante frowns sarcastically, shrugging his shoulders to the referee.

Trunks: "We hiring Canadian referee's now?"

Dante lifts up that right leg again... straightening it, then twisting the boot to the left.. torqueing the ligaments down the leg in a nice Leg Lock. Tyler slams his left heel down onto the mat in frustration... after around 5 seconds... Dante PUNTS Tyler in the back of the thigh!! Hayden rolls over in pain, and Dante struts around him, smirking. Dante clutches a clump of Tylers hair and drags him to his feet... BIG RIGHT HAND TO THE FACE FROM HAYDEN! Dante was too casual there!... Dante staggers back... and Hayden nails a toe kick into his gut.... Tyler runs to Dantes side, grabbing his wrist and almost pirouetting (in a manly way) too twist round Dante's arm... Hayden JUMPS UP HIGH!... SPRINGBOARD OFF THE TOP ROPE!....... FACE CRUSHER ON DANTE!!

Joey Kewl: "Springboard Facecrusher by HAYWIRE!"

Hayden rolls Dante over and hooks over both legs!... ONE!... TWO!.. SHOULDER UP!!! Hayden slams a hand down onto the mat, and climbs too his feet... He grabs Dantes head and lifts him too his feet... KNIFE EDGE CHOP TOO DANTES CHEST!... AND ANOTHER!... AND ANOTHER!! Dantes now back agains the ropes... Hayden steps back, looking to the crowd, being the 'showman'... but when he looks back he gets an Eye Rake from Dante! Hayden staggers back..Dante pushes back and bounces himself off the ropes for a nice BASEMENT DROPKICK TOO HAYDENS KNEE! Hayden drops to his knees but Dante quickly lifts him back... Three hard knees to Tylers gut!.. Dante picks up Haydens for a Body Slam.. but puts him in a Tree of Woe in the turnbuckle! Dante steps back, smirking heartily. He STOMPS down on Hayden's gut... Tyler clutches his stomach, as Dante steps back a bit, doing nothing for a few seconds. Tyler lifts his upper body up to have a look at his legs and try and untangle them... Dante suddenly races to the ropes next to him... SPRINGBOARD OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE!...... LEG DROP ACROSS TYLERS THROAT!

Trunks: "OHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Dante smirks.. on all fours, breathing hard as he looks out into the crowd... Dante rolls out the ring now, as Haydens clutches his throat. Dante stands on the outside of the corner,, and grabs Haydens hair from behind, pulling it back so that the back of head slams back against the ring bolt which are 'lightly' padded with a single layer of leather. Hayden clutches the back of his head... then Dante grabs both arms, straightening them.. and 'posting' them out, trying too bend them backwards toward the turnbuckle post and straightening Hayden out in a painful move which the referee yells at Dante too stop with before starting an 'illegal move' count...

Joey Kewl: "Get yourself back in the ring damnit!"

Trunks: "Day-um Canucks!"

ONE! TWO! THREE!.. Dante releases... he smirks a little, before sliding slowly back into the ring. He unhooks Tylers legs, and lets him slump down to the mat in a heap. Dante starts stomping viciously on Haydens face and all over his chest, not relenting for around 10 seconds of hard, angry stomps. He then steps back and looks to the crowd, opening out his arms.. screaming; 'Look at this bitch' to the crowd, referring too Haywire who clutches his face as he rolls onto his side.

Trunks: "This guys got an attitude that im warming too!"

Dante grabs Haydens arm, and drags him out into the centre of the ring... Dante swaggers round too Haydens legs, picking them up and trying too turn Hayden for a Boston Crab.. but Hayden uses his leg strength too pull Dante in and trip him up onto his back! Hayden scrambles to his feet and grabs Dantes right leg, stretching it out and PUNTING him in the back of the thigh! The Crowd cheers wildly for Tyler as he fights back, stomping down hard on the back of Dantes leg... Hayden picks up the other leg now too, and threads Dante legs between his own... turning him over for the 'Ty Breaker'....

Joey Kewl: "Modified Sharpshooter, Trunks!!.. and look at Dante!"

Dante screams out in pain, reaching a hand out as the noise in the Arena goes up by a few freakin' decibels. Hayden roars out, shaking his head as Dante keeps yelling 'no' too the referees question. Hayden steps back a little, bending Dante a little more and pressuring the lower back even more now. Hayden screams out 'COME ON YOU SONUVABITCH!', the usually mild-mannered Tyler is telling Dante he's gotta quit before he breaks his damn back! Dante crawls forward once... reaching out again... and Hayden shakes his head, surely Dante wont get out.. he crawls forward again!.. NEARLY THERE!.... Hayden stomps down a foot again, and pulling the legs a little more... but Dante DIVES AND GRABS THE ROPES! Tyler dumps his legs too the floor, and staggers forward, exhausted. Dante grabs the bottom rope tightly, shaking his head, his back writhing in agony. Hayden leans on the ropes, looking out the crowd, he pumps a fist.. recieving a massive reaction that Hayden responds to with a grin...

Crowd: "LET'S GO HAYWIRE!.... *clap clap clap clap* ... LET'S GO HAYWIRE!... *clap clap clap clap*...."

Joey Kewl: "Well the crowd are firmly behind the New Yorker, here."

Dante climbs to his feet using those ropes... Hayden nails him with a high knee to the spine! Tyler bounces back and Dante clutches his back, screaming out in agony... Tyler clubs him in the back! and spins Dante round... BIG RIGHT HAND!... irish whipping the Canadian into the ropes! Dante bounces off the ropes and runs into and side-stepping Hayden and grabs Dante from his right side.... GUT WRENCH SUPLEX!! Dantes head crashes into the mat! Hayden sits up now, looking in better shape at this point... he climbs too his feet and Dante gets too all-fours... shaking his head... Hayden climbs to the outside, and starts making his way up the turnbuckle to nail something big.

Joey Kewl: "Hayden can't afford too take any chances here-... OH!"

Dante RUSHES UP TO THE TURNBUCKLE! Punch too Haydens gut!... Dante stands on the bottom rope, hooking up Tyler Hayden's head......................... SPIKE DDT FROM THE TURNBUCKLE!!

Joey Kewl: "OH MY GAWDDD!!"

Trunks: "SICK! SICK! SICK!!"

Joey Kewl: "ACTION REPLAY DAMNIT!! Did you see Haywire's HEAD?!"

The Crowd are in awe, a massive mixed reaction amongst them.. and Hayden's legs almost limp over so that he's laying completely flat on his back...... Dante is on his back too, visibly breathing heavily, looking up at the ceiling.... Dante gulps a little, and rolls to his side, throwing an arm over Hayden....

ONE!...

....... TWO!..

.....

THR- KICK OUUUTTTT!!!

Dante sits up a little, both hands on his head, eyes wide as anything as the crowd ERUPTS upon seeing Hayden's feet jump up, showing signs of life still in the 'Anti Christ'. Dante grabs the middle rope, slowly getting up to his feet... Dante just stops, and stares into space for a few seconds... before suddenly looking ENRAGED with Hayden.. shaking his head as he stomps down on Haywire, and kicks him in the ribs, just to wake the guy up a bit more. Dante grabs Haydens hair, and lifts him up a little, hoping to get this match done with. Dante climbs up the turnbuckle on the other side of the ring, meanwhile Hayden has climb to his feet, not looking so goood...... Dante waits............... AND LEAPS OFF FOR A 'SPLASH' TYPE MOVE........ HAYDEN JUMPS UP IN A SPLIT SECOND...... AN 'UPWARD' DROPKICK, SMASHING DANTES GUT!!!!

Trunks: "HOLY COW!"

Joey Kewl: "OH MY GAWWDDDWDWDWDWDWDWDWD!!!.... A GUT Busting Dropkick from HAYWIREEE!!"

The fans go nuts! Hayden scrambles over too Dante, hooking over his legs!

ONE!

TWO!

... SHOULDER UP!! Dantes not done!! Hayden breathes hard... looking at the referee with almost 'puppy dog' eyes... wishing the count had been a little faster. Its been an exhausting contest. Hayden grabs Dantes head and pushes him back against the turnbuckle.... OVER HAND CHOP!... Dante clutches his chest, shaking his head. Hayden reaches back... and gets a poke to the eye! The referee tells Dante to give that 'shit' a rest... Hayden staggers back, then Dante stomps on his gut! Hayden keels over!.... Dante steps back... then breathes in deep... rushing forward................ CANADIAN DESTROYER!!!!

Trunks: "YES!!"

Joey Kewl: "OH WOWW! THIS ONE'S OVER.. IT'S GOTTA BE OVER, TRUNKS!"

The Crowd go crazy for that epic move... but after a few seconds, Dante starts climbing to his feet... Hayden is flat on his back, centre of the ring... Dante staggers a little, but looks to the crowd, doing the 'title round waist' taunt to the crowd.... Recieving boo's, Dante proceeds to give the crowd the middle finger...

Joey Kewl: "Dantes gotta concentrate on the match!"

Trunks: "If he doesnt make the cover now he might miss his chance! What's he doing?!"

Dante tells the crowd too; 'shut the hell up', shaking his head. Dante huffs...turning round too Hayden and walking toward him.. Dante bends down and suddenly Hayden REACHES UP! GRABBING DANTES HAIR AND PULLING HIM INTO A SMALL PACKAGE!

ONE!!

Joey Kewl: "OH MY!"

TWO!...

THREEE!!!!

Joey Kewl: "HE'S STOLEN IT!"

THE CROWD ERUPTS!! Hayden rolls away toward the corner, as Dante looks utterly stunned at whats happened...Looking for someone too blame. "Personal Jesus" by Depeche Mode HITS THE PA SYSTEM!

Binkle: "... LADIES AND GENTLEMENNNN!!! YOUR WINNNERRRRRRR... ANDDD NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW W-2-K IMPACT CHAMPIONNN!!....... TYLERR... 'HAYWIREE'... HAYDEN!!!"

The Impact title belt is slid in to Hayden, who sits in the corner, breathing hard, he cant believe it himself. Dante kicks the ropes, then suddenly climbs out the ring and rummages under the ring...

Joey Kewl: "The Ugly Stick!"

Trunks: "Look at all that freakin' barbed wire!"

Dante climbs back into the ring and the crowd starts booing furiously......BAM! Dante slams the Ugly Stick into Haydens face! Tyler tries to block it but he's on the floor and its difficult! Dante stomps down on Haydens ribs as the fans continue too boo furiously...

Joey Kewl: "Stop this damnit!"

Suddenly Latino Diablo bolts down the rampway to some cheers infact, and slides in... Hayden shakes his head as Dante screams at him furiously, wielding that deadly weapon. Diablo gets infront of Dante... pleading with his boss; Dante not to do this... Dante shakes his head..

Joey Kewl: "Come on Dante, just listen too Diablo..."

Diablo holds up his hands, begging desperately... but Dante shoves him hard out the way! The Crowd ERUPTS into Boo's again.. as Dante reaches the Ugly Stick up over his head, ready to slam it down into Tylers face... who's got nowhere to go! ........ Suddenly DIABLO RIPS THE STICK OUT FROM DANTES GRASP!!...

Joey Kewl: "OH!!... Did Diablo just go against his Boss?!"

Diablo raises the stick a little, threatening to hit Dante.. who tells him to stop and be 'rational'... Diablo lowers the stick a little... Dante now suddenly shoves Diablo back, telling him to 'get out of here'... Diablo frowns... and Dante turns back too Hayden. Boo's fill the arena...

....Until Diablo suddenly raises the Ugly Stick and SLAMS IT INTO DANTE'S BACK!!!

Joey Kewl: "OHHH!!!"

The Crowd erupts! Dante falls through the ropes, clutching his back! He crawls desparately, and scrambles too his feet... blood now dripping from his spine... Diablo throws the stick to the mat, and shakes his head at Dante who just stares at his well.. former sidekick? Latino Diablo..

Trunks: "I can't believe that stupid Mexican just DID THAT!"

Joey Kewl: "Good job, Diablo... standing up for Hayden..."

Joey Kewl: "I can't believe Ryan is finally the W2K champion!"

And almost on cue, his celebration is ruined when the lights dim down.

Trunks: "Uh oh. Ryan needs to cover his face and run like Hell."

Joey: "WHY WHAT'S HAPPENING I CAN'T SEE A THING!"

Trunks: "Come on Joey! Everytime the damn lights go out something really messed up happens."

Suddenly low creepy music begins to play. Then a man’s voice speaks out loudly. “Why don‘t you ask me what it feels like to be a freak?�?/STRONG> Suddenly Demon Speeding by Rob Zombie begins to play as the jumbo tron lights up with a flash of lightning and the video for Exodus starts to roll. The crowd erupts as Ryan can barely be seen standing in the ring through the glow from the jumbo tron. He drops his title belt and gets ready for Exodus to come out.