Joey: Well ladies and gentlemen it’s now time for our Semi Main Event of the evening, the W2K Championship match between the challenger Lesmond and the champion Cross.

Trunks: What a match this will be Joey. I can’t wait to see Lesmond holding up his championship tonight.

Joey: What if he doesn’t win?

Trunks: There’s always the Main Event.

Joey: Well I think it’s safe to say this one will get ugly and both of these guys are going to have to come out for the Anarchy rumble where the W2K title WILL be on the line again!!

Trunks: That’s not fair! Lesmond could become one of the shortest reigning champions ever!

Joey: IF he can get past a very determined Cross, Trunks.

Trunks: Well he got past your dad.

Joey: Stop right there.

Trunks: And made it to your mom.

Joey: I hate you.

“The following contest is the W2K Championship match! Introducing first from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing in at two hundred and twenty four pounds he is the challenger�?LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSMOOOOONNNNNNDDDDD!!!!�?

[ The Lights Dim as the lurching Baseline of "Orion" by Metallica fades in over the PA, gradually getting louder as the drumbeat fades in also. The song grows as the fans boo in anticipation knowing Lesmond is about to make his entrance. As "Orion" grows ever louder, the guitars join in with a steady beat as two huge pyros at each side of the stage explode. A nearby fog machine belches out fog onto the stage and out steps Lesmond as lights all over the arena begin to flash in a strobe lighting pattern, his trademark smile on his face along with the trademark shades covering his eyes while the booing continues to engulf the arena. He carries with him the W2K championship he had specially made as he paces confidently to the ring at a slow speed, savoring the boos of the crowd before stepping up the steel steps. The Strobe effect stops as now small white spotlights begin to flutter over the arena, creating a UFO-type effect. As Lesmond steps through the ropes he goes onto one of the corner turnbuckles and swivels his hips to the crowd as that corner of the arena boos frantically, annoyed by these taunts. After repeating this on the other three corners, he makes his way to the centre of the ring. The Ambient light returns as Lesmond smiles, waiting patiently in the center of the ring. ]

Trunks: The future W2K Champion! See his belt Joey?!

Joey: Yeah I see it. The overly confident Lesmond is standing in the ring with his custom made W2K Championship in hopes that he’ll have it awarded to him tonight IF he wins.

“And his opponent from Eldon, Missouri weighing in at two hundred and eight five pounds, he is your W2K CHAMPION�?CRRRRRROOOOOOOSSSSS!!!�?

[ The words "Due to the graphic nature of this content...listener discretion is advised. Followed by the music of Edgecrusher by Fear Factory blares through the speakers of the arena and the crowd stands to their feet looking for the arrival of Cross. Green strobe lights forming into pot leafs start swarming through the arena. Suddenly a big roar from the top far corner of the crowd is heard and we see a mass of bodies come together with a big figure forcing his way through in the center. The cameras zoom in a little closer and it's now clear that person walking through the crowd is Cross. Smoking a joint and passing it back and forth with his 1337 following of fans. Strapped around his waist is the W2K Championship. After making his way to the bottom of the arena Cross hops over the barricade with a glazed look in his eyes and rolls into the ring. Cross gets up with his arms out to the side, hands up agreeing with the crowd that he is truly crossome. Cross backs up to the corner as he places the W2K Championship over his shoulder. ]

Joey: And look at Cross proudly holding the W2K Championship and now moving his fingers across the letters ‘FTW’ and sticking it in Lesmond’s face.

[ Lesmond smirks and does the same thing, holding up his title and shoving it in Cross’s face, pointing at Cross’s title and saying it’s trash. The referee finally takes both belts after checking for weapons. He hands Lesmond’s to the ring announcer and then holds up Cross’s W2K Championship as the bell is sounded. ]

Trunks: Here we go!

[ Cross and Lesmond don’t waste anytime before they lock it up in the center of the ring, Cross quickly getting the upper hand on the smaller Lesmond as he shoves him back into the corner with a smirk on his face as Lesmond shakes it and begins to move around the ring as does Cross opposite him. The two of them go to lock up again but this time Lesmond quickly moves around Cross and goes to lift him up for a German suplex but Cross blocks it and sends an elbow to the face of Lesmond who releases his hold and backs away as Cross turns around and begins sending right hands to the face of Lesmond who begins to reel back and into the corner. Cross goes for another big right but Lesmond ducks out of the way and begins to give the big man rights of his own. Lesmond grabs the hand of Cross and Irish whips him across the ring but Cross reverses and sends Lesmond into the corner only for him to stop before getting there but as he turns around he receives a big time clothesline from Cross. ]

Joey: Looks like the big man is ready to take control here first!

[ Cross begins to put the boots to Lesmond before lifting him up and going for a quick power bomb but as he gets Lesmond up he begins to punch Cross’s face which cases Lesmond to be able to drop down in front of Cross as he grabs Cross’s head and brings him down into a regular DDT. ]

Trunks: That lasted long.

[ Lesmond stands up and now it’s his turn to put the boots to Cross, getting him into the corner as he sticks his leg on the throat of the champion while the referee administers a five count which Lesmond breaks at four. He walks back over to Cross and brings him to his feet but before he can lash out with a punch Cross kicks him in the stomach and brings his head slamming down onto the turnbuckle. Lesmond gets Cross an elbow to the throat however and now slams Cross’s head down into the turnbuckle. Cross grabs Lesmond and goes for it again but it’s blocked as the two lock up and Lesmond drops down with a jawbreaker as Cross goes stumbling back and Lesmond is already up and coming off of the ropes sending a flying forearm to the head of Cross and knocking him to the ground.

We’re still near the ropes closer to the announce tables as Lesmond lifts Cross up and attempts a snap suplex but Cross doesn’t budge so he tries again but once more Cross locks his leg and this time it’s him who lifts Lesmond up into a suplex and SENDS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE AND DOWN ONTO THE FLOOR!! ]

Trunks: MY GOD!

Joey: CROSS JUST SUPLEXED LESMOND OVER THE TOP ROPE!

Trunks: Good thing this isn’t the rumble.

[ The crowd is all cheers as Cross slides out of the ring and goes to work on Lesmond, first kicking him in the back and then lifting him up as he rams his shoulder into the gut of Lesmond onto the ring apron as Lesmond doubles over, his back being in a little bit of pain. Cross does it again and then backs up as Lesmond starts to walk away, trying to get out of dodge but Cross follows him around the corner but as he does Lesmond turns around and slams his fist into the face of Cross which sends him back a couple steps. ]

Joey: CLOSED FIST!!

Trunks: Where?

Joey: Lesmond just hit Cross with a closed fist!

Trunks: I didn’t see it and the ref is just talking to Lesmond.

[ That he is, telling him he better watch it. But Cross stays on the offense and digs a knee into the gut of Lesmond before grabbing him and throwing him into the steel ring post that Lesmond collides shoulder first and falls to the ground. ]

Joey: And the punishment continues as Cross rolls back into the ring to break the count.

[ Cross rolls back out just as quickly and makes his way back over to Lesmond who has now crawled to the announce tables and is helping himself up as Cross slams his face into it and then does it one more time as he rolls Lesmond onto the table. ]

Joey: This doesn’t look good for the challenger.

Trunks: Ya think?

[ Cross chokes out Lesmond which causes the referee to hell a bit more but he lets go and smiles as he rolls back into the ring with that smirk on his face as the referee is telling him not to. But he’s going to do it anyways as he begins climbing the top rope. ]

Joey: Cross is going for The Death Trip! Get out of the way!

[ The two announcers do just that as they scramble away from the table while Lesmond stirs only a little as Cross stands up top the top rope, his tall figure looking way down at Lesmond as he leaps off and splashes down on the table BUT LESMOND ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!! ]

CRASH!!!!!!

[ Lesmond rolls towards the ring as Cross breaks the entire table, leaving him lying motionless face first onto the broken remains of the announce table. ]

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

[ The crowd is of course going crazy as a clip of it is played over while Lesmond starts to make his way to his feet. As Trunks and Joey attempt to get their microphones together again. Lesmond rolls into the ring to break the count and then rolls back out as he makes slowly makes his way to the time keeper and grabs a chair from there and walks over towards Cross. ]

Trunks: AND CROSS CRASHED AND BURNED! Lesmond now with a chair trying to do some more damage! Joey are you with me?!

[ Apparently not as he’s still looking to plug in his headset. ]

Trunks: Good your voice is annoying.

[ The referee is now out of the ring as Lesmond swings back with the chair and goes to smash Cross in the head but he grabs it from Lesmond who doesn’t let go and turns around arguing with the ref who finally pulls it away and turns around, tossing it to the ground but as he does Cross gets up to his knees and hits Lesmond with a low blow as he turns around causing his eyes to go wide as he goes down to his knees as well. The referee turns back around and looks suspiciously at Lesmond then Cross. ]

Ref: Come on guys; take it back in the ring!

[ Cross stands up and flips the referee off and grabs Lesmond, throwing him towards the steel steps but Les reverses and sends the bigger man into the steps, causing them to collide with a loud thud. The referee continues to talk but Lesmond ignores him too as he grabs his custom championship but then looks at it and shakes his head no and then takes Cross’ W2K title. ]

Trunks: Well Lesmond obviously doesn’t want to get any sweat on his title!

Joey: Can you hear me?

Trunks: Unfortunately. Hey Lesmond can you whack this guy for me?

Joey: That was insane Trunks! Shut up, Lesmond now with the W2K title and it’s not looking good for Cross.

Trunks: Wow, you’re quick.

[ Joey just shoots Trunks a glare as Lesmond tosses the championship into the ring and walks over to Cross who is helping himself up with the ring apron. He gives him a right before rolling him into the ring and then rolling in after him. Les doesn’t go for the title that’s landed near the ramp corner instead he starts putting boots to Cross as the referee comes back into the ring and Cross battles through and makes his way up to his feet and the two begin to trade punches once again as the stronger Cross looks to be getting the advantage until Lesmond pokes Cross’s eye to keep his advantage. ]

Trunks: Stopping any chance of momentum for Cross.

Joey: The eye poke or rake made famous of course by Ric Flair.

Lesmond kicks Cross in the gut and grabs his arms.

Joey: Lesmond now going for the SeX Factor!

[ But as Lesmond jumps Cross uses his rather quick speed and grabs Lesmond and jumps forward as well, slamming him down with a modified powerbomb! Cross hooks a leg as the ref drops down. ]

ONE…TWO…KICKOUT!

[ Lesmond gets a shoulder up as Cross pushes down on him and then covers again but the challenger kicks out at two again, this time more forceful. ]

Joey: And the first pinfalls of the match which Lesmond is able to kick out of them.

Trunks: Going to take more than that to keep the legend down.

Joey: Self proclaimed.

Trunks: He’s a legend and you know it.

[ Joey shrugs as Cross grabs Lesmonds legs and turns him around as he drops down and locks them into place with The Eulogy! Cross slams against the mat, adding pressure to the legs of Lesmond now as Lesmond begins to bang his own fists against the ground trying to fight the pain. ]

Joey: Cross with that submission hold locked in! Lesmond’s trying to fight it though, he’s crawling towards the ropes!

[ Lesmond was already close to the ropes in the first place so it isn’t too hard as he reaches forward the grabs the bottom rope, causing the ref to tell Cross to break the hold and he does. Lesmond now pulls himself closer and slides out of the ring as he falls to his knees again in pain but as he does so he reaches under the apron and pulls out a steel chair but as he gets it up onto the apron Cross is right there with a baseball slide, kicking the chair into the face of Lesmond as he goes flying back and Cross once again climbs the rope. ]

Joey: Lesmond’s down and Cross is going for The Death Trip again!

Trunks: He’s stupid, Lesmond’s going to move again.

[ But this time he isn’t able to as he stands up and catches the vaulting Cross as he lands hard on his back and the two of them now lie on the floor as the crowd begins to go wild again. ]

Joey: HE HITS IT!!

[ Cross gets to his feet and grabs Lesmond by the hair and then rolls him into the ring as he grabs the chair and slides into the ring himself. Lesmond is up to his feet as is Cross who is swinging for the head of Lesmond but he grabs the referee and pulls him in front as Cross levels the ref!! ]

Trunks: CHEATER!

Joey: Lesmond put the ref in front of him!

[ Cross shrugs and goes to hit Lesmond who has picked up the W2K Championship and swings upwards as Cross swings downward and they both connect! Lesmond to Cross’s jaw and Cross to the back of Lesmond’s head as they drop their weapons and fall to the ground, the crowd going absolutely crazy! ]

Joey: THEY’RE ALL KNOCKED OUT!

Trunks: You have a knack for pointing out the obvious, I must say.

Joey: AND DON’T FORGET TRUNKS THEY STILL HAVE TO FIGHT IN THE BATTLE ROYALE.

Trunks: Stop yelling and I might care.

Joey: Finally! Here comes another referee.

Trunks: Dun care.

[ The referee begins the ten count. One�?Two�?Three�?Four�?Cross starts to stir�?Five�?as does Lesmond�?Six�?Seven�?both men are now up to one knee and get up about the same time while the referee gets rid of the weapons, Cross swings at Lesmond but he ducks and grabs him and heaves him up into a german suplex and bridges. ]

ONE�?TWO�?TH- KICKOUT!

[ Cross throws his shoulder and body around as he gets to his feet and Lesmond smacks him in the face and pushes his head between his legs pointing down for a piledriver but Cross stands up and back body drops Lesmond to the mat. He shakes his head for a second before walking back to Lesmond and picking him up, hitting a double underhand suplex and turning him for a back breaker as Lesmond falls to the mat and Cross hooks the leg. ]

ONE�?TWO�?TH- NO!

[ Lesmond is able to kick out as Cross picks him up and begins to send clubbing blows to Lesmond’s back he now sticks him between his legs and lifts him up for a powerbomb, slamming him down but Cross doesn’t let go, instead he lifts Lesmond up again who holds on to Cross’s head as he gets slammed down again near the middle of the ring but Cross isn’t finished yet as he goes and slams Lesmond down a THIRD TIME and holds him there. ]

ONE�?TWO�?THR-KICKOUT!!

[ Lesmond makes it to his stomach as he looks out, a little glaze in his eyes from having his head slammed down onto the mat three times. Cross stalks Lesmond as he gets up and hits Cross with a European uppercut and then follows but another but stumbles back. ]

Joey: Lesmond’s head really took a beating with the way Cross positioned those powerbombs.

Cross attempts to use this to his advantage as he kicks Lesmond in the gut and lifts him up�?

Joey: EDGECRUSHER!!!

[ But as he holds Lesmond, Les begins to kick his legs about, managing to catch Cross off balance a little as Lesmond is able to land on his feet behind Cross’s back as he turns him around and kicks him, putting his neck in his pit and hits him with the G-Spot! ]

Trunks: Yes!

Joey: He’s going to the top.

[ Lesmond however doesn’t go for the cover this time but instead scales to the top rope and jumps off it, catching some serious air time as he drops an elbow into the sternum of Cross!! Lesmond hooks a leg. ]

ONE�?TWO�?THR-NO!!

[ Cross is now close to the ropes where on the outside the original referee is starting to come to as the Ladyz Man slams his hands into the mat in frustration. He gets up and goes back to work, kicking at Cross’s right knee a couple times and as Cross fights through it and manages to stand up facing what was the announce table as Lesmond kicks him in the gut and grabs his shoulders, jumping backwards WITH THE SEX FACTOR!!! ]

Joey: THIS COULD BE IT TRUNK! SEX FACTOR!

Trunks: HERE WE GO!

[ Lesmond rolls Cross over and hooks his left leg as the referee slides down for the count. ]

ONE�?

Joey: Foot on the ropes!

TWO�?

Joey: FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!

THREE!!!!!

Trunks: HE DID IT! LESMOND DID IT!!!!

[ The ref gets up, his view having been on Cross’s shoulders as the rest of Lesmond blocked his view as he calls for the bell and asks for the title, Lesmond knocking Cross’ foot off of the ropes as the referee is handed Lesmond’s title. ]

Trunks: NEW WORLD CHAMPION!

Joey: HIS FOOT WAS ON THE ROPES TRUNK!

[ The ref goes to hand Lesmond the title but the bell never rang as the original referee climbs into the ring and pulls the belt away from Lesmond and keeps shaking his head no as Lesmond gets a wide eyed look in his face. ]

Lesmond: WHAT?!?!

[ The original ref explains what happens as he walks over to where Cross is still lying and puts his foot on the bottom rope and taps the rope a couple times as the second ref shakes his head, agreeing. The first ref takes the title back and whispers in the ear of the ring announcer who nods and takes the title. ]

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I’ve been informed that Cross had his foot on the rope therefore this match WILL CONTINUE!!!�?

[ The crowd erupts in cheers as Lesmond looks absolutely livid. Oh man is he pissed off and he shows this by clocking the original referee in the face and throwing him to the outside as the second ref had went to check on Cross. Lesmond walks over to him and begins to put the boots to Cross as he grabs the top rope, the second ref telling him to get off him, not even realizing Lesmond took out the other referee. ]

Lesmond does so and holds an intense look on his face as he picks up Cross’s leg whose head is still underneath the bottom rope and falls to the ground with Cross’s legs coming down and slamming the chest and neck of Cross into the bottom rope. Cross begins to move his body quickly as he grabs a hold of his chest and neck coughing ]

Trunks: I can’t believe it!

Joey: His foot was on the ropes Trunks, Lesmond never won.

Trunks: SCREWED!

Joey: How the heck do you figure?!

Trunks: Is what I did to your mom last night.

Joey: ARGH! Just get back to the match!!

Trunks: Heh heh heh.

Joey: I’m going to kill you one day.

Trunks: There are kids listening in!! Why don’t you do your job and announce the match?

Joey just shoots Trunks another glare.

Joey: Lesmond has Cross up against the turnbuckle and is climbing up there with him, things aren’t looking too good for the champion.

[ No there not as Lesmond wraps a arm around the head of Cross and is looking to superplex him but Cross fights it, nailing Lesmond in the stomach and pushing him off as he is able to climb down and walks over to Lesmond who’s back up to his feet, Cross grabs him and throws him into the turnbuckle and as Lesmond comes bouncing off he grabs Lesmond by the hair, slamming him down onto the mat! ]

Trunks: Cheap tactics!

Joey: Cross using everything he can to his advantage.

[ Cross picks Lesmond up and Irish whips him off the rope and Lesmond bounces off the other side and comes back with a flying clothesline that Cross ducks and grabs Lesmond’s head as he does so, bringing him down with a devastating neck breaker! Cross however doesn’t go for the cover and instead picks Lesmond up and throws him face first into the turnbuckle. Cross charges and clotheslines his back into the corner and then lifts Lesmond up and sets him atop the top turnbuckle as he hooks both of Lesmond’s arms. ]

Joey: He’s going for the C4L Drop!!

[ That he is as Cross walks out a little but before he can drop Lesmond he quickly brings his legs forward and kicks off of the ropes sending Cross face first to the mat as Lesmond falls on top of him. ]

Trunks: Lesmond having clearly scouted that one!

[ Both men are slow to their feet but Lesmond is up first and goes to kick Cross in the sternum but Cross catches the leg and spins Lesmond around, kicking him hard in the gut as he quickly wraps the arm around his head and lifts him up into the air and starts walking before HE SLAMS HIM DOWN WITH THE EDGECRUSHER!!! ]

Joey: THE EDGECRUSHER!! THE EDGECRUSHER!!!

Trunks: NO! Come on Lesmond!!

Cross hooks the leg of Lesmond.

ONE�?TWO�?THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ This time the bell rings as “Edgecrusher�?by Fear Factory blasts over the airwaves as the fans all stand up and begin to cheer. Cross is handed his FTW W2K Championship as he stands up and lifts it high into the air, still worn out. ]

“Your winner and STILL W2K Champion�?CCCCCRRRRROOOOOOOOSSSSSS!!!�?

Joey: He did it! He retained the title!

Trunks: But he still has to defend it again shortly!

[ Lesmond is coming to as he looks over at Cross with the title and shakes his head in disappointment taking deep breaths as Cross continues to hold his belt in the air before bringing it down and exhaling after the grueling match up as he walks over and leans up against the ropes. ]