Jacob: Well…Here’s two guys with a lot of history of history with each others history.

Joey: uh…exactly.

CM and Ace are standing in the ring.

Joey: Here we go!

The bell rings and CM runs at Ace, while Ace was caught taking off his shirt, with both arms tied up in the shirt CM lands a front dropkick to the face of Hart knocking him back into the corner. CM quickly gets back to his feet and pulls the shirt completely over Ace’s head and starts laying in chop after chop until his chest becomes red. CM gives Ace a couple kicks to the gut causing him to slowly slink down in the corner, a couple more kicks before CM, Jeff Hardy style jumps up with a hand stand on the top rope and comes down with a dropkick to the chest and face of Ace Hart. CM rolls under the bottom rope to the apron as Ace Hart completely rolls out of the ring and finally throws his shirt off into the crowd. Ace turns around just in time to see CM bouncing off the middle rope for an Asai moonsault. Ace somehow with his superior strength advantage catches CM across his shoulder and rams him into the ring post. CM falls flat on his face from Ace’s shoulder as Ace rolls in and out of the ring to break the count.

Jacob: You know what? Count outs are stupid.

Joey: Stupid?

Jacob: Yes! I mean hat good are they? The only time they’re ever used in a match is to make an easy way for a lame ass draw, and people *hate* that. Especially in Indy wrestling. They want a clear winner, screw a count out!

Joey: Well…I actually agree with you.

Jacob: Good! No more stupid count outs!

CM is up on one knee with his back against the guard rail as Ace comes forward with a few heavy punches before standing CM up to his feet and dumping him over the guard rail into the crowd. Ace grabs a chair and smacks CM in the back with it from the other side before he too climbs over the guard rail. Ace lays in one more shot while CM was on all fours with the chair before reaching over the guard rail and snatching a microphone from the ring announcer. Ace smacks CM in the back of the head with the mic and kicks him in the side as CM begins to crawl away, then standing up and stumbling off through the crowd with Ace Hart behind him.

Ace: Come on Mr. Number One Contender! Is that all a Synergy guy has these days? HUH!?

Ace throws the chair down the walkway and hits CM in the back of the neck with the mic knocking him down face first on the concrete floor.

Ace: Is this all the little protege of my no good son has to offer? H*ACK*

Ace got nailed in the gut by a CM up kick as Ace doubles over CM kicks him in the face knocking him back. CM finally gets back up and takes the mic away from Ace.

CM: I don’t know who in their right mind would give you a microphone, but they need to get whapped!

CM tosses the mic behind his back as it lands in front of the popcorn vender. CM picks Ace back up off the floor by the hair and starts running through the open walkway before slamming Ace face first through the glass on the popcorn stand.

Jacob: Violence!

Ace crumbles to the ground as CM looks around and finds a table nearby, so he decides to set it up beneath a wooden platform where the speakers and a few fans stand. CM turns back around to see Ace still on the ground holding his face. CM looks around and finds a stray chair, and tosses it up onto the platform above before picking up Ace and dragging him around to the set of steps on the other side of the elevated stage. CM drags Hart up with him before Ace nails a elbow to the gut from CM, then picks up the chair and hits CM in the gut again. CM doubles over and Ace uppercuts him with the top of the chair. CM straightens upright and almost falls off the stage through the table. Ace hits CM in he gut again with the chair as CM doubles over. Ace drops the chair and steps over the back of CM’s neck, hooks both arms and jumps off the stage with a Paragon through the table.

Jacob: PEPSI PLUNGE THROUGH A TABLE!

Joey: Err…PARAGON THROUGH A TABLE!

Jacob: OKAY THEN!

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

CM lays in a mess of splinters and chunks of wood as Ace slowly gets up limping a little bit as he heads back down towards the ring. Ace flings himself over the guard rail, landing on the ground on his back. He looks over and grabs another mic from under the table and slowly pulls himself up where he rolls into the ring. Ace leans up against the corner, sitting on the mat breathing heavily into the microphone.

Ace: ..You…You see what happens? Christian…Christian Michaels just found out the hard way. Just like-

Tear Away by Drowning Pool all of a sudden erupts as the crowd comes to their feet at the arrival of XAW.

Jacob: Somebody get the wheelchairs ready. These two old farts about to break a hip or two!

XAW comes strolling down the aisle way with a cigarette in mouth and a fifth of Jack in hand. Xander takes a swig from the Jack then a drag from the smoke before tossing them both aside and sliding into the ring. He gets up to his knees and is met with several punches from Ace Hart. XAW with a low blow backing Hart off giving him time to get up to his feet. Ace stumbles away and turns around to get kicked in the gut, and a DDT. Xander rolls over on top of Ace and starts laying in several right hands to the face before Hart rolls XAW over, getting on top where he now lays in the rights. XAW rolls Ace over, and both men tumble through the ropes to the floor. Ace is on top, Xander reaches over grabbing at something under the ring. Ace isn’t paying attention and just laying in heavy shots…XANDER WITH A WHISKEY BOTTLE SMASHING OVER HART’S HEAD!

Joey: DAMN!

Jacob: RON SIMMONS!?

Ace falls off of XAW holding the side of his whiskey soaked head as Xander staggers up to his feet and stumbles off into the ring apron, pulling out another cigarette and lighting it up. Xander falls back down sitting next to Hart, where he decides he’s going to put the cigarette out on Hart’s face. Ace reaches up trying to stop it. Ace is struggling. XAW is on top pushing the cigarette down closer and closer into Hart’s face.

Joey: OH MY GOD!

Ace starts screaming as XAW starts smiling like he just found a secret stash of Jack. We quickly cut to a commercial break with ace Hart rolling around on the ground clutching his eye.