After Dave Tanner makes his "epic" entrance, the match gets underway. It looks as if UA has the number game down, but that doesn't stop Tony Rich and Dave Tanner from completely dominated them early on. Tony works on Darren Smith, punching and chopping him in the corner as Dave shows Houston how to wrestle in the middle of the ring. Dave Tanner hits Houston Maddox with a couple suplexes, displaying how freakin' sweet he is when it comes to all that technical hoo-haa. Tony begins to show off his high-flying prowess, hitting Darren with a flying corkscrew uppercut from the top rope. Tony gets up afterwards, and looks out to the crowd. He spots this hot chick (probably Ryan's sister), and climbs out of the ring. The chick pops up as he walks towards her, he's probably getting her number, and soon enough he's laying smoochies on her! What a fuckin' pimp! Darren is left tending to his jaw. Dave looks out at Tony, and sees an opportunity. Dave lifts Houston up, and hits the Super Natural. Soon after pinning Houston, and getting the three count. Tony looks into the ring, shrugs, and takes the hot chick (possibly Ryan's sister) backstage. OH SHYT!

Binkle: "Here is your winner... DAVE TANNER!"

Kewl: "Well Dave and Tony pretty much obliterated the Urban Assault with minimal resistance."

Trunks: "U-who?"

Suddenly "Night Of The Living Baseheads" by Public Enemy rips over the speakers, as the Sons of Disaster (Rot and Con) run out from behind the curtains. Looks like the choosed some good ol' Public Enemy as their theme. The two tear it down to the ring, and slide in. Rot holds a pipe while Con has some brass knucks. Dave looks at them, sees who they want, and backs out of the ring. Dave makes a salute over to them, and walks back up the ramp holding his hands in the air, victorious. Rot and Con look down at the two UA members who are stirring to their feet.

Kewl: "Uh oh..."

Trunks: "Looks like the Sons of Disaster are finally taking out the trash."

Kewl: "Cliche."

Trunks: "Trimming the cellulite from the w2k body? Oh wait, I do that to your mom every night for an hour."

Trunks puts on some shades, and smiles devilishly. The SoD scoop up Houston Maddox first, Con winds up, and nails Maddox right in the mouth, busting him open immediately. Houston stumbles back, and catches a lead pipe straight to the dome. Houston falls down, and Con follows him, throwing jab after jab into his face. Soon enough Houston has a black eye, a bloody nose, and his lip is completely split. Darren Smith stands up, runs at Rot, who nails him in the gut with the lead pipe. Rot drops the pipe to the side, lifts Darren in the air, and hits the Mock. Darren falls face first onto the pipe, smacking his nose over it. Con stands up, walks over to the turnbuckle, and hops onto the top rope. Rot goes to the adjacent one, they count off, and they both launch off the top rope. Con hits the T.N.A.L. on Darren, as Rot nails a shooting star leg drop onto Houston.

Kewl: "Wow... to say they just 'trimmed the fat' would be an understatement. They just completely torched the fat."

Soon after Rot grabs the mic off of Binkle, and stands in the middle of the ring.

Rot: "This is to any fucker who is involved in the faction war. We just took out Urban Assault, which was apart of the plan the entire time. First it was to attack Latino Diablo, making the first move. Then here we are, accomplishing our second objective. You know what that says without saying it? That says when we set out to do something, we do it. I'm saying it now, and I'll say it forever. This is the Sons of Disaster's war, and no smart remarks from Haywire, no vandalism from Team DOA, and no manipulation from Cross can say otherwise. When I said that no one can touch us, I fuckin' meant it. Cross is too big-headed to realize the better men in this scenario. Well Cross, looks like we're gonna show you the hard-way."

Rot hands Con the mic, who is all-too ready to spit fire.

Con: "That's fuckin' right, and this is just another example of how we got all the cards in this war. Sure the others might have gold, but we got youth, we got brains, and we got courage. No one strikes faster than the SoD, and no one strikes better than the SoD. Destroy our damn bus. Go ahead, live in your satisfaction of that, 'cause when the dust settles... SoD will be standing with the spoils of war."

Con still has the mic, walks over, and points down to the fallen UA members.

Con: "And this goes to any black man who steps into w2k thinking about taking their path. The SoD will be there to sweep you out of existence, and there is not a God damn thing you can do about it. You wanna be stupid? Fine, but don't cry when we take you outta the game. Now Cross, Dante, and any mutha fucka who is watching this, thinking we're in way over our heads. Think on this one, bitch."

Con drops the microphone, and flips the camera off Steve Austin-esque. Public Enemy hits over the speakers again, as SoD vacates the ring. Leaving the EMT's to take care of the now defunct Urban Assault.