Jack: I'm just g- Wow!
Denrol: What?
Jack: I am just getting word, Denny, that someone very interesting has been spotted backstage.
Denrol: Who?
Jack: Well, we're trying to get a camera ba- Can we? Yes? Yes...let's go backstage! Wallace?

The camera cuts backstage to resident WWA interviewer Wallace Coleman, standing as always in smart suit and microphone in hand.

Wallace: Thanks, Jack. A few people say they saw a former WWA personality roaming around here backstage and, with speculation running high as to who the Sinister Sixth member of tonight's main event is, it has feuled much in-

Wallace stops mid-sentence as he spots someone. He rushes past the camera, which pans quickly around and begins to follow him. In front of Coleman can be seen a lady dressed in business attire.

Wallace: Excuse me? Excuse me, do you have a minute?

Coleman's requests seem to have no effect on the lady, who continues walking.

Wallace: Excuse me, ma'am?

Still nothing.

Wallace: Miss Stymes!

Finally, the lady stops, as shocked murmurs echo around the arena. The woman turns around to rightly reveal herself as one Anna Stymes.

Stymes: Can I help you, Mr Coleman?

Wallace: Miss Stymes, what are you doing here?

Stymes: This is a World Wrestling Alliance pay-per-view event, Mr. Coleman, I am here for the same reason you are here.

Wallace: Alone?

Stymes: Who I have or haven't come with is my personal business, Mr Coleman. If it is of any relevance, you will know in due course. Right now, my aim is to find Miss Rachael Beckett, so if you'd ple-

Wallace: Is Armaan here? Is he in the main event tonight?

There is a slight pause, before Stymes shakes her head.

Stymes: To answer your second question first, Mr Coleman - I know as much about the sixth member of tonight's match as you do. Nothing. As for your enquiry on Mr Singhania?

Pause.

Wallace: Yes...?!

Stymes: If it is of any relevance, Mr Coleman, you will know in due course. Now, excuse me, please.

Determined not to continue in the discussion, Stymes storms away from Wallace and off-camera. The camera watches her head in the direction of Rachael Beckett's office before cutting back to ringside.

Denrol: So Armaan's not the sixth guy?
Jack: If he is, his former manager claims not to know about it.
Denrol: Then what is she doing here?
Jack: Interesting. Very interesting.

Jack: This will be a very competitive match, the United States Championship will be on the line.
Denrol: I have a feeling that Shaman's time isn't up. I'm happy just as long as that MMA reject doesn't take the title home.
Jack: Well we're about to find out if anyone can take the title away from Shaman.

Trudeau: This match is scheduled for one fall..and will be for the WWA United States Championship!

The crowd cheers with anticipation, ready to see this highly combustible match commence.

Trudeau: Introducing first...From Orlando, Florida..Weighing in at 232 pounds...Colby Korver!

"Yeah, I get it, you're an outcast
Always under attack, always coming in last
Bringing up the past, no one owes you anything
I think you need a shotgun blast, a kick in the ass
So paranoid, watch your back"

Korver comes from the back with energy, the crowd cheers as he makes his way down the isle towards the ring.

Denrol: Here's the moron that keeps himself in Mancuso's shadow. This kid is about as talented as the Shaman is skinny.
Jack: Would you say that joke to Shaman's face?
Denrol: Perhaps.

Colby Korver bursts continues down the stage playing to the cheering crowd as the steady thrash metal rhythm pours from the speakers.

Denrol: Hurry up and get into the ring. I hate these kids that use this loud, awful music.
Jack: Oh, give it a rest.

Another lose cannon gone bi-polar
Slipped down, couldn't get much lower
Quicksand's got no sense of humor
I'm still laughing like hell

Korver enters the ring and heads to his corner.

Each and every single light in the arena dies.

Denrol: Did we forget the light bill again?!
Jack: You're on a whole new level tonight.
Denrol: It's the big time Jack!

The pitch black darkness engulfs the entire arena with a growing anxiety that nearly rattles the arena to the ground. Suddenly a lone spotlight shatters the dark, illuminating the top of the ramp as the crowd erupts in a chorus of cheers that could probably rivals that of a game winning overtime goal in a hockey game. Underneath it all, a slow, deliberate acoustic rhythm sings out the intentions of the person it heralds.

Denrol: What is this? Get on with it.

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
But sooner or later God will cut you down.
Sooner or later God will cut you down.

The Arms Collector Marcus Mancuso emerges into the spotlight wearing all black. Black shorts. Black hooded sweatshirt pulled snugly over his head, black hand and ankle tape. Everything. He stands for a moment atop the ramp as the crowd goes absolutely crazy.

Denrol sighs : Oh, just that MMA hack.
Jack: This is a big night for Mancuso! He has the opportunity to take home his first taste of gold in Professional Wrestling.
Denrol: Won't happen. Not while Cog and Shaman can say something about it.

Go tell that long time liar
Go tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell'em that God's gonna cut'em down

With that, Mancuso heads to the ring, so perfectly focused that he is seemingly oblivious to the cheering fans that dangle over the security barrier trying to get an autograph, or even to just touch the man that may be the next WWA United States Champion.

Tell'em that God's gonna cut'em down.

Jack: Mancuso seems focused, he wants to walk out of here as a Champion.
Denrol: Can't always get what you want.

Mancuso slides into the ring and takes his corner, awaiting the rival of the would-be US champion, The Cog, and the reigning US Champion, Shaman.

Trudeau: From Des Moines, Iowa..Weighing in at 265 pounds.."The Arms Collector" Marcus Mancuso!

Jack: Korver and Mancuso may be friends, but they aren't even making eye contact now. Mancuso is taking off his hoodie with his back towards Korver.
Denrol: This is more important than some little locker room connection between those two.
Jack: Strike another one up for Denrol.

The lights dim, and the dark green outline of the Cog against a snot green background fills the big screen. "Rivet" by Praxis comes over the speakers, and the crowd begins to murmur with fear and anticipation.

Jack: Here is the man that has been playing games with all of his opponents in this match.
Denrol: I can't blame him, it's been working. I assume he's in each of their minds. Even Shaman.

The stage is illuminated by strobe lights, flashing furiously but keeping time with the primal beat of the song. The Cog's silhouette is no longer on the screen, he himself comes out of the back.

Trudeau: Their opponent...From...

The crowd is somewhat stunned, as Corver has a stunned look on his face. Mancuso just shakes his head, almost unsurprised by this transgression.

Jack: Another Cog? What is this?!
Denrol: There's two more! Their flooding out from the back.

Many Cogs come out, around fifteen of them. They all make their way to the ring. The crowd is buzzing about the latest mind tease from Cog. Even the Referee doesn't know what to do.

Jack: This just got extremely interesting. The Cogs are circling around the ring, which one is the real Cog!?
Denrol: I'm not even sure what to make of this. This is just another twist from Cog.

Shaman's music blasts over the PA. He comes out with the United States Championship around his shoulder, a foul look comes over his face as he sees the outcome of another one of Cog's ploys.

Jack: Shaman doesn't look in the least bit pleased right now. He's storming to the ring and he doesn't look happy.
Denrol: This is the one person in the WWA I would not want to make this angry. This may work against the Cog.

The Cogs part as Shaman looks furious as he walks between them. He looks over them with a ferocious look before making his way up the steel steps and handing the US Championship to the Referee.

Trudeau: Their opponent...The United States Champion...From Mojave, Arizona...Weighing in at 335 pounds...Shamannnnn!

The Referee hands the title to the ring attendant before asking for the bell.

Ding!Ding!

Jack: All the Cogs are crawling up on the apron. Shaman, Corver, and Mancuso don't quite know what to make of this.
Denrol: This is one of those moments that won't be soon forgotten in the WWA.

Shaman snaps and begins throwing Haymakers towards the Cogs on the apron, he knocks down a couple causing them to tumble to the floor below. The rest drop to the floor to avoid Shaman's assault.

Jack: Both Mancuso and Corver drill Shaman with forearms to his back. He was busy with an attack on these Cog impersonators.
Denrol: Where's the real one?!

After a few more solid blows from Korver and Mancuso they turn Shaman around and shoot him into the far ropes. Shaman erupts with a flying double shoulder block taking both Korver and Mancuso down!

Jack: Shaman doesn't look like he wants to be denied tonight! He just ripped through his opponents.
Denrol: Now all of those Cogs return back to the apron. There's Cogs everywhere.

Shaman immediately rips Korver to his feet. Korver gets slung face first twice into the turnbuckles. From the apron, one of the Cogs, slip into the behind Mancuso who is still a bit dazed.

Jack: The real Cog! Here's a School Boy on Mancuso!
Denrol: I'm not sure if Cog is a genius or a fool.

One!

Two!

Mancuso kicks out. Shaman turns around confused by the pinfall. Cog immediately slides out of the ring. The Cogs all drop down to the apron and begin moving around. Korver uses the distraction to whip Shaman around and drill him with a short arm forearm that stuns the big man.

Jack: Shaman still on his feet. Korver explodes into him with some hard punches.
Denrol: Shaman says no thank you and cuts Korver off with a knee to his gut. That will slow him down.

A clubbing blow to his back sends Korver to the mat. Shaman turns around looking for Mancuso, "The Arms Collector" surprises Shaman by locking his arms around his back. He powers him over with a belly to belly suplex. The Cogs all jump back on the apron. The crowd cheers the display of power from Mancuso.

Jack: What a great display of power from Mancuso. He powered the big Shaman over and nearly put a whole in the ring.
Denrol: He still doesn't impress me.

Mancuso gets to his feet, feeling some pain in his back from the weight of Shaman. He "helps" Korver back to his feet. Mancuso body slams him right back to the mat before turning his attention back to Shaman who has begun stirring.

Jack: Here comes Cog again, this time from the other side of the ring.
Denrol: He has his attention on Korver.

Cog immediately begins his Curb Stomp series, he stomps Korver over and over again using the ropes to aid in his stomps to the chest and abdomen of Cory. Unkown to Cog, Mancuso stands behind him with his arms folded.

Jack: Cog is in trouble! His sneak attack has failed.
Denrol: Mancuso throws Cog with a Release German Suplex. Cog crashed on his neck!
Jack: Shaman just plowed through Mancuso with a Clothesline!

With everyone down, Shaman turns his attention back to Cog. Cog shakes the cobwebs loose in time to see Shaman approach him. Cog quickly scurries out of the ring and again the Cogs jump off the apron and begin mixing around.

Jack: This is deplorable, but so far it's working for Cog. He has everyone off balance.
Denrol: I'll give him the credit he deserves, he's under Shaman's skin and it's working quite effectively.

Korver again whips a distracted Shaman around and begins throwing punches into the side of his jaw. Shaman fires back with a few shots of his own, the crowd reacts to every blow as the two go toe to toe. Korver gains the advantage and hits three consecutive punches that rock the big man. Korver throws himself off the ropes, Mancuso flies into the screen, grabs Korver and throws him with a belly to belly overhead suplex.

Jack: That was amazing! Mancuso came out of nowhere and threw Colby Korver out of his shoes.
Denrol: So much for friendship, Korver didn't expect that one and he was drilled by that suplex.

Mancuso wastes no time and takes advantage of the stunned Indian. Living up to his moniker he flies through the air grabbing Shaman's right arm and locks him in a Flying Armbar. Shaman immediately tries to clasp his hands as the crowd roars.

Jack: This could be it! If he gets it locked in deep Shaman is done!
Denrol: He'll never submit Shaman! Never!

Mancuso continues to attempt to work the arm. Again Cog sneaks in from the apron. He dropkicks Mancuso in the face to break the hold, before flying on top of Korver for the cover.

One!

Two!

Thr-!

Jack: Korver kicks out of another sneak attack from Cog! He's the biggest opportunist I've ever seen.
Denrol: He's getting involved at the right moments and has came close to winning this match on a few occassions.

Cog sees Shaman getting to his feet and begins throwing a barrage a punches and kicks to the big man as he tries to get to his feet. Cog comes off the ropes looking for a final blow, but is caught by Shaman and whipped to the ground with a Powerslam.

Jack: That hurt..and Shaman isn't done!
Denrol: Shaman hoists Cog up. He's looking for a Powerbomb!

Cog falls out the back and immediately rolls out of the ring. The Cogs huddle around for a moment and look over the real one. Inside the ring Mancuso and Korver are back to their feet. Shaman charges them, they lift him up and sit him down with a flapjack, again the crowd responds favorably as the Cogs hop back up to the apron.

Jack: Mancuso and Korver are squaring off. These two allies are ready to rip into each other.
Denrol: It's about time.

Korver surprises Mancuso with a toe kick to his abdomen and begins laying some stiff punches to his jaw. Mancuso answers back with some shots of his own, he gets the advantage of Corver, but misses a wild clothesline. Korver again toe kick Mancuso in the abdomen, he lifts his friend up and drops him with Keg Stand that plants Mancuso.

Jack: Mancuso is down! Korver has the match in his hands. He's been showing a lot of heart tonight.
Denrol: He's stalking Shaman, I think he's looking for the Headshot. The big man is in a bad way right now.

Korver is indeed stalking Shaman and the crowd gives him their appreciation. Korver charges Shaman, but the big man shows some agility and moves out of the way. Korver turns around, Shaman captures him and hoists him in the air nailing him with the Desert Spike.

Jack: Desert Spike! Shaman just drilled Korver, and he's not moving!
Denrol: Shaman isn't going for the cover. He's going after the Cogs!

Indeed Shaman snaps and whips one of the Cogs into the ring, he hoists that one up and nails him with a Desert Spike. The rest of the Cogs scatter to the floor as Shaman chases them off.

Jack: Shaman has had enough and is trying to destroy anything that looks like Cog!
Denrol: What's this, one of them is climbing to the top turnbuckle behind Shaman. Is that the real one!?

The Cog dives off the top turnbuckle with a 450 Splash that ends with a Headbutt. Mancuso begins to stir. Cog charges him and punts him in the abdomen. Shaman sends one of the impersonators into the guardrail.

Jack: Cog has the cover on Korver! Mancuso has been taken care of!
Denrol: Cog may become the new US Champion!

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding, ding

The crowd erupts in boos as Cog jumps into the air looking for the US Championship, after a few moments the referee abliges him and hands him the US Championship.

Trudeau: The winner and new WWA United States Champion...The Cog!

Jack: The Cog is the WWA U.S. Champion?!

Denrol: You are a fantastic listener, Jack.

Jack: A huge upset, to say the least.

Denrol: Not if you actually watch the shows. The Cog is on a roll, brother.

The camera opens up on RJ Stone in his locker room. He is dressed to compete, but in all white this time instead of his usual black trunks. He tightens the wrist straps on his grappling gloves. There is a sudden knock on his door that breaks his trance-like focus, snapping his gaze over to it. There is silence and he goes about pulling on his knee pads. There is a second, louder knock this time. RJ again glares at the door, sending malice through the metal frame. The silence from before returns and RJ pulls on his second kneepad. A third knock, more like a bang than a knock really, finally pulls the WWA champion away from his ritualistic dressing and towards the door. He fumes as he flings the door open. He is greeted by the smiling face of “The Destiny” Kade Williams. RJ’s face immediately changes from anger to his normal expressionless stare. Kade extends a hand and RJ takes it heartily.

Stone: Kade.

Williams: RJ.

The handshake is very brief, and after it ends there is another, more awkward silence.

Stone: Might I ask what you needed to see me for?

Williams: I was just checking in on my former protégé. I guess when you’re right about someone you’re right, aren’t you?

Kade gestures to the WWA title that can be seen in the background, sitting on a chair in RJ’s locker room.

Williams: “Future champion” no more, eh?

RJ manages an arrogant smirk.

Stone: These things do happen when you’re trained by the best.

Now Kade smirks, but his expression becomes serious very quickly.

Williams: Don’t let me down tonight, Stone. I don’t stamp my seal of approval on just anyone, see? If you dick the dog tonight and lose that strap right in front of my face I will not be pleased, especially considering that it’ll be my hand counting to three. You’re a two time champion for a reason, I saw greatness in you for a reason and I took you under my wing for a reason. Show me, and all of the WWA, why you’re as great as you, and I, say you are.

Stone is perplexed by this pep talk.

Stone: Kade, I mean you no disrespect, but I don’t need you to “rally the troops” tonight. I’ve beaten Watkins, I’ve beaten Griffiths, I’ve beaten Bagwell, I’ve made Trendkiller bleed and I am not intimidated by whoever this “Mystery Man” may be. You are right, you chose me for a reason. You chose me because you saw yourself in me. You see yourself in me right now. I can understand why, we are both winners. We both understand what it is to go beyond your own limitations and to take what you want freely. It’s why you are a legend, and why I will be a legend. It’s why we have both collected title victories at will and why droves of lesser men have crumbled beneath us.

Kade nods, impressed at the growth of his young student over the last two years.

Kade: Fair enough, RJ. I look forward to seeing your work firsthand tonight.

Stone: I look forward to you raising my hand in victory.

The two men nod to one another and Kade walks off. RJ stares at him as he strides off down the hall. When Williams is out of view, Stone slowly closes his locker room door. There is silence before the shot goes back to….

That old familiar guitar from "Who Are You?" by The Who begins. Right as Roger Daltry starts singing, out comes Mr. Mystery. He is very energetic, raising his arms in the air, dancing to the music. He struts down the aisle, slapping almost every single hand on the left side from the entrance to the ring. When he reaches the ring, he walks up the steps and climbs through the ropes. He heads to the corner and jumps to the second rope, holding up three fingers, pointing them down to make two M's. The fans give lukewarm cheers before he jumps down.

Denrol: High excitement match between these two.

Jack: They both bring an energy to the ring.

Denrol: I am not sure who to call in this match.

Jack: My money is on Mystery.

Denrol: I wouldn't count out Loshimo so quickly.

The instrumental Japanese inspired rock beat blasts through the arena. Ki Loshimo comes from the wearing his usual ring attire, Loshimo extends his arms to the crowd who don't greet him very kindly.

Jack: The crowd doesn't care too much for Loshimo.

Denrol: They never can appreciate an artist can they.

He begins his walk to the ring in an almost strut. Loshimo ignores the crowd as Aika Anzai walks by his side. Loshimo walks up the steel steps and into the ring. Anzai stays on the outside looking towards Loshimo who climbs to the second turnbuckle telling the crowd to continue the noise.

Denrol: Yes let them fuel your energies.

Jack: Uhm you need help.

He enjoys their jeers as he jumps from the turnbuckle and prepares in his corner.

Jack: Looks like we are ready to roll folks.

Denrol: This match is a one of a kind high energy match.

Jack: This whole deal here could set precedence for these two in the WWA.

Denrol: Very much so, both of these guys have been on a solid tear lately.

The referee signals for the bell as the two men circle each other. Stepping in they lock up as Loshimo quickly counters into an armbar. Mystery quickly reverses it and his elbowed in the side of the ehad for his troubles as Loshimo quickly turns and kicks Mystery in the midsection. Measuring him up Loshimo nails him with a European uppercut.

Denrol: Quick series of counters there leaves Loshimo with the advantage.

Jack: Loshimo took control quickly.

Denrol: No doubt he had this planned out.

Jack: Sure with a couple counters sprinkled in for good measure.

Loshimo grabs Mystery and executes a series of hard forearms into the side of Mystery's head. He then steps back drives a hard stiff forearm into the chest. He then steps in grabbing Mystery and executes a release suplex on him. Mystery lands hard as Loshimo turns and walks over to him. As Loshimo reaches down and grabs Mystery, Mystery rolls and wraps both legs around the arm and locks in a wrist lock submission hold on Loshimo. Loshimo quickly and deftly drops down and stretches a leg over the bottom rope.

Jack: Hah Loshimo not so smart now was he?

Denrol: He had enough presence of mind to break the hold quickly.

Jack: Just goes to show Loshimo did not expect that.

Denrol: Mystery is very green, but understands submissions.

Loshimo stands up shaking his wrist out a bit as Mystery charges in and swings some huge haymakers at Loshimo. Loshimo staggers a bit at the assault, but begins to release a few shots of his own. Suddenly Loshimo grabs Mystery pulling him in executing a serious hard short arm lariat. Mystery lands hard as Loshimo drops down to hook the leg.

1..

2..

Denrol: Nope to early to count a pin here.

Jack: Looks to me Loshimo wants to end this quickly.

Denrol: I would since he is against a guy who uses submissions above all else.

Jack: This is true.

Loshimo gets back to his feet quickly and slips in behind Mystery who is getting up slowly. Loshimo grabs Mystery from behind and begins driving forearms into the upperback and low neck area of Mystery with brutal precision. Reaching down he pulls Mystery up from behind. Mystery reaches back and grabs Loshimo's head and drops executing a sloppy looking chin buster. Loshimo holds his mouth and chin and walks around the ring a bit. Mystery slowly gets to his feet as he looks for Loshimo.

Jack: Loshimo may have lost a couple teeth on that exchange.

Denrol: Desperation called for a desperate measure.

Jack: Only the sad may proceed.

Denrol: What are you talking about?

Mystery quickly heads to Loshimo and reaches out to grab him, but Loshimo snaps a leg forward at the sametime as reaching him successfully masking the lowblow. Mystery doubles over as the referee did not see this. Loshimo quickly executes a single arm ddt. He stands up quickly as he measures Mystery and drops an elbow right down into the lower back.

Denrol: Loshimo using his own skills here.

Jack: He cheated, plain and simple.

Denrol: He made a religious man out of Mystery is all.

Jack: Only so he could hit high notes.

Loshimo viciously stomps down on on Mystery. Mystery struggling to roll over as Loshimo continues his brutal assault on Mystery. As Mystery rolls over to his back Loshimo continues to stomp away on Mystery. Mystery grabs Loshimo around the shin and grabs tight as he twists spinning Loshimo. Mystery pushes up and knocks Loshimo off his feet. Mystery locks in an ankle lock on Loshimo. Loshimo stretching for the ropes.

Jack: Mystery has the submission locked in.

Denrol: Loshimo fighting hard to continue to break free.

Jack: Loshimo has to give up he is too far from the ropes.

Denrol: I never count either of these guys out.

Loshimo pushes up as he tucks himself under shooting under Mystery as he kicks upwards at the sametime driving a foot up into Mystery's chin staggering him backwards. Loshimo hurries up to his feet and staggers as he limps testing his ankle as Mystery holds his chin and then turns facing Loshimo. Mystery hurries in, but drops down swiping Loshimo's leg out from underneath him causing Loshimo to fall. Mystery hurries up and hits the ropes as he leaps off them down into a bronco busting fashion on Loshimo knocking him hard down chest first onto the mat.

Denrol: What was that?

Jack: Unorthodox delivery of what is that move?

Denrol: I am not sure if he even knows.

Jack: Mystery back in control of this match at the moment.

Mystery hurries up and pulls up both arms and then reaches around grabbing Loshimo's chin and locks his fingers as he pulls back. Locking in the camel clutch Mystery leans back as far as he can and tries to go further. Loshimo waving his arms a bit trying to break free. Finally getting both his arms forward Loshimo stretches towards the ropes and gets nothing.

Denrol: Loshimo in a world of hurt here.

Jack: Mystery locked in a classic submission move here.

Denrol: Of course it is classic, it was old when I was a kid.

Jack: When was that 200 years ago?

Loshimo manages to get both his arms down onto the mat as he pushes them into a push up position able to finally bring his legs forward. Mystery in shock as Loshimo lifts him up and quickly backdrops landing on Mystery. Loshimpo arch's and bridges himself as Mystery is underneath on his back. The referee quickly drops for the count.

1..

2..

Jack: No Mystery kicks out!

Denrol: By the hair on his back.

Jack: Mystery needed to lock that move in tighter.

Denrol: This is far from over.

Loshimo hurries and rotates himself around and locks in a crossface on Mystery. Mystery quickly trying to turn himself, but Loshimo staying right with him. The referee says something to Mystery who shakes his head no in response. Mystery struggles, but continues to turn himself.

Denrol: Mystery trying to keep pressure off his neck by turning.

Jack: Keep turning like that he may get free.

Denrol: That usually is the plan.

Jack: Loshimo has been brutal this evening.

Mystery turns himself a little further where he can grab the ropes. He pulls himself towards the ropes as the referee gets Loshimo to release him. Mystery slowly goes to pulls himself up a bit resting on the second rope recovering. Loshimo runs across the ring hitting the opposite ropes as he kicks up his leg and comes down on the back of Mystery driving the rope across his upper chest and neck. Loshimo grabs the rope as he keeps the knee in Mystery's back. He pulls the rope up choking Mystery while applying pressure pushing down into the ropes.

Jack: Loshimo is cheating here.

Denrol: I don't think Loshimo likes Mystery in the slightest.

Jack: You think?

Denrol: Of course.

Loshimo lets up after the referee threatens disqualification. Loshimo pulls Mystery up once again and executes a reverse neckbreaker almost as quickly dropping Mystery back down to the mat. Loshimo goes for the lazy pin. The referee drops.

1..

Denrol: No Loshimo pulls Mysery's head up off the mat.

Jack: Man he didn't want to end it there.

Denrol: He obviously wants to punish Mystery a bit.

Loshimo lifts Mystery up and grabs him around the waste and executes a german release suplex sending Mystery across the ring. Loshimo hurries across the ring after he stands up. He reaches down and grabs Mystery and pulls him back to his feet and sends him into the corner hard. Loshimo charges and leaps as Mystery moves. Loshimo splashes down hard into the corner turnbuckles. Loshimo slumps into the corner ropes as Mystery heads for the center of the ring.

Jack: Mystery pulls himself out of that mess fast.

Denrol: He countered by getting out of the way.

Jack: Quick thinking from an underachiever.

Denrol: Says you, I say it was luck.

Mysery turns and heads into the corner as he unloads rights and lefts on Loshimo. He climbs the to the second rope as he unloads punches down into Loshimo's head. The crowd gets into it and coutns along.

1..

2..

3..

4..

Denrol: get out of the corner Loshimo.

Jack: Mystery is on fire.

Denrol: Never stay on top long.

5..

6..

7..

Loshimo being rocked from the series of punches reaches up and gouges Mystery's eyes causing him to drop off the turnbuckle rope. Mystery holds his eyes as Loshimo steps forward grabbing Mysery and slings him back into the corner with a lot of force. Moving in quickly Loshimo begins unleashing a strong series of rights and lefts fast. He executes an uppercut in there and then pounds away some more brutally. He then backs up and turns running spearing Mystery into the corner. Mystery simply slumps forward as Loshimo turns raising his hands taunting the crowd.

Jack: Now he is showboating?

Denrol: He is making a point Jack.

Jack: What point is that?

Denrol: Showing the crowd who is in control.

Loshimo casually pulls Mystery out of the corner and nails him with several forearms staggering the limp form of Mystery. Mystery barely staying on his feet as Loshimo continues the barrage on him.

Jack: Loshimo trying to brutalize the man in the ring.

Denrol: It is sending a message to me.

Jack: What is that?

Denrol: Clowns belong in the circus not the ring.

Jack: Mystery isn't a clown.

Denrol: You are right he isn't wearing his make up today.

Loshimo once again goes to a simple arsenal of brutal attacks on Mystery as he executes a European uppercut staggering Mystery backwards into the ropes. He pulls Mystery away and executes a very vicious short arm lariat knocking Mystery off his feet landing hard onto the mat.

Denrol: Loshimo regains control in a methodical fashion.

Jack: I am going to say here Mystery isn't done yet.

Denrol: Will take a miracle here to get him back into the game.

Jack: Miracles do happen, after all you won the heavyweight title before.

Loshimo grabs Mystery lifting him up again and hoists him upwards in a pumphandle slam. Mystery suddenly struggles a bit bending Loshimo backwards into a dragon sleeper hold. Mystery has it locked in very tightly as the referee watches closely at the struggling Loshimo trying to get out of it.

Jack: It is going to be good night Irene.

Denrol: Not over yet Jack, Loshimo won't lose like this.

Jack: Sure looks like he will.

Denrol: Plenty of time left.

Jack: The fat lady is singing.

Denrol: You just want to be Canadian don't you.

The referee lifts Loshimo's arm once as it falls as the crowd yells out.

Crowd: ONE!!

Lifting the arm it falls a second time as the crowd gets louder.

Crowd: TWO!!

The third time the arm falls about halfway as Loshimo reaches up and simply pokes Mystery in the eyes causing Mystery to release dropping Loshimo to the mat. Stagger backwards Mystery covers his eyes again. Loshimo slowly gets back to his feet as he turns and hits the ropes fast. Loshimo executes a vicious running knee lift onto Mystery sending him sprawling backwards.

Denrol: How is that for your fat lady Jack?

Jack: How did he get out of that?

Denrol: Talent for which I have the eye for.

Jack: Oh not again.

Loshimo reaches over and grabs Mystery and raises his hand this time. He hoists him up into a pump handle slam type move.

Denrol: This is it we have the Yuurei!!

Jack: Otherwise known as the ghost.

Denrol: What impact.

Loshimo brigns Mystery down hard on his head as the referee drops for the counts.

1..

2..

3..

Ding Ding Ding!!

Denrol: There you have it folks Loshimo is the victor.

Jack: In a tight match with many twists and turns Loshimo pulls off the victory.

Loshimo simply hops out of the ring not even looking back at Mystery as he heads up the ramp way to the backstage area. The camera fades as images of the matches highlights flash across the screen.

A messy dark lock is quickly swept away at the camera pans on a young handsome face.  His skin is smooth and blemish free and looks like he should belong to the Disney channel, however something haunting swam through the eyes of Gregory Segier.

Greg: Miss Beckett?

Greg peered around the door at Rachel Beckett's office, her thick red hair buried in some paperwork as she looked over her glasses at the young man in-front of him, she smiled gracefully dropping a piece of paper on the floor, giving Greg a moment to be a gentleman.

Beckett: Mr. Segier?

Greg: Greg is fine, honestly.

There was something about Greg that Beckett liked, possibly the youthful rebel without a cause syndrome.

Beckett: Okay Greg, what can I do for you?

Greg: It's about this match tonight, I never agreed to this, Nick Adams is an idiot who has nothing but a grudge against raw talent.

Beckett raises an eyebrow.

Beckett: Didn't you attack him first?

Greg: The man had the audacity to try and beat me twice, and has failed on both occasions.

Beckett sighed, just another ego to the fray.

Beckett: What are you proposing Greg?

Greg: For me to beat a WWA champion a third time, I want a WWA championship shot!

Beckett: Wow, that's a lot to ask for, especially from a rookie.

Greg: But I'm no ordinary rookie am I?  My father was the best in this business and so am I.  In fact I know I can be better than he ever was.

Beckett pushed back on her chair to give herself a moment, picking up a pen and tapping it on the table as Greg made himself comfortable in the chair opposite her desk.

Beckett: I'll tell you something Greg, you've got some nerve coming in here asking for a WWA Title shot when you're not even in the top four.  

Greg: Nor is our mystery sinister sixth.

Beckett: Point taken. That was Mister Babb's doing, not mine. But rules are rules.

Greg smiled handing back the piece of paper.

Greg: Rules are made to be broken.

Beckett: Ok Greg, beat Adams fairly… And I mean fairly! You've got it.  You think you've got the talent to be amongst the best?

Jack: WOW! This could be huge.

Greg smiled, he leaned forward smiling his Hollywood smile.

Greg: Just give me the chance Miss Beckett.  I won't let you down.

Greg stands and turns around, for once he smiles knowing Beckett is looking at his wiggle for a change.

Jack: Segier against the winner of Ultimate Glory… Only if he beats Adams fairly!

Denrol: That's my boy!

Jack: And now ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to settle…
Denrol: You mean TRY to settle.
Jack: Yes, to try to settle what has turned into one of the biggest grudge matches this company has ever seen. And we’re going to do it under brutal conditions. The Razorback Deathmatch, named for the hometown of the man who asked for this stipulation, Copeland. Copeland made a name for himself by seemingly ending the career of EVD. He has to view Eddie’s comeback as unfinished business. Eddie van Dorn showed us the footage on Underground of the attack that nearly ended his life and career. That’s why EVD wants this match as much as Copeland. He has unfinished business as well. Let’s take another look back now, to a completely different time for these two men. November 12^th, 2007. Eddie van Dorn, then WWA Television Champion, on an incredible run of defending that title, meets a rising star in Seth Copeland.

The Meltdown logo is flashed briefly before the footage starts with the date showing in the lower corner of the screen.

With the noise level rising, Eddie pulls Seth to his feet. He positions him where he wants them, and then aims a hard palm thrust to his chest. It never connects as Seth knocks the blow aside, Eddie tries again, only to have his arm grabbed and wrenched painfully across Seth's shoulder as Copeland drops down to his knees. Eddie grips his shoulder in pain and slowly spins around, trying to shake it off. He's stopped short as Seth grabs him around the throat. There is a surprising explosion of cheers as Seth hoists Eddie into the air and drives him into the canvas with a huge chokeslam. The effort took a lot out of Seth, but he manages to cover quickly.

One!

Two!

Thre~

Half the arena groans, and the other half comes unglued as Eddie van Dorn gets a shoulder up.

Jimmy: High impact chokeslam wasn't enough to finish off the Television Champion, and right now Eddie van Dorn is showing why he's held that belt for so long. And Seth is showing us how badly he wants it.
Fat Tony: As long as you don't show us your Johnson, I'm good.

Seth staggers to his feet, bringing Eddie with him. He grabs Van Dorn around the waist, and then flips him up across his shoulder in a Canadian Back Breaker. It doesn't look like he's finished there as he backs into one corner, then points at the other.

Jimmy: Seth Copeland has bad intentions on his mind here. It looks like he's going to ram Eddie face first into the far corner, while he's upside down. He's got up a head of steam...but no TV Champion! Eddie hooks his feet under the top turnbuckle while in the corner and slides right out of Copeland's grasp... but not in a position he wants to be in!

As Seth stumbles under the sudden lack of weight, Eddie finds himself tied to the Tree of Woe. Copeland turns, sees Eddie, and makes a split second decision. He charges in for a spear, borrowing a page from the champ's playbook.

Jimmy: The Dropout! MISSES! Van Dorn sat up! Copeland hits the steel post for the second time this match.
Fat Tony: Damn it! Doesn't this man ever die!

With Copeland hurt and on his knees in the middle of the ring, Eddie works his way to a standing position on the top rope. He turns around to face inside the ring, carefully balancing himself. Throwing caution to the wind, ignoring all pain and fatigue like only EVD can, Eddie leaps into the air, shifting his body sideway and arching his back in mid-air for a high altitude cross body block. Seth sees it coming and surges to his feet, but it's too late! Eddie comes crashing down on the challenger and drives him to the canvas using his full weight. Even as the fans cheer, and even as the referee drops down to prepare for the pin attempt, Seth Copeland uses Eddie momentum and rolls through, and on top of the champ.

One!

Two!

Three!

Eddie van Dorn does kick out... but it's about a half second too late. The bell rings, and the arena is in chaos. Some of it cheers, some of it boos, but all of it, absolute chaos.

Ding, Ding

Trudeau: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match, via pinfall, and your NEWWWWWWWW WWA World Television Champion... Seth Copeland!

Fat Tony: Oh Happy Days are here again!
Jimmy: Copeland did it! I don't believe it! New champion! New Champion!

Eddie sits up in the center of the ring, stunned, as the referee raises the hand of Seth Copeland, who is kneeling nearby.

Jimmy: Oh my God, what a match. It was an all out war, back and forth, all night. I had no idea who would come out on top. At one point, it looked like no one would. But Seth Copeland has managed to do what no one had been able to... defeat Eddie van Dorn when the Television title was on the line. We thought this man had a bright future, and this caps it... Seth Copeland, your NEW WWA Television Champion.

As the referee gets the belt from ringside, Eddie van Dorn gets up and intervenes. He rips the belt from the ref's hands, wincing and holding his back as he does so. The ref looks like he's going to argue, but stops at a look from Van Dorn. Eddie turns, holding the belt, and looks at Seth, who has now gotten to his feet as well.

Jimmy: Eddie's dual championships lasted for a week, officially anyway. His reign as Extreme Champion is open for debate. But either way, he can't be too happy about this.

Happy or not, Eddie nods his head at Seth, then motions he should turn around. Seth is reluctant at first, but ultimately does. Eddie proceeds to strap the TV title around Seth's waist, to an enormous ovation from the crowd. When Seth turns, the two competitors shake hands in the middle of the ring. The camera cuts to a direct over head shot, so we can see their clasped hands directly over the WWA logo on the canvas.

Jimmy: And there is what it's all about right there. Respect. Honour. And pride. The pride of Eddie van Dorn for having held that title for so long, and the respect to pass it on to Seth Copeland honourably. These two are both class acts. Seth Copeland has big shoes to fill, but if anyone is up to that task, he is.

We cut back to the arena today.

Jack: And oh how things have changed. “Hatred” is a term that gets thrown around a lot in this business, but if ever there was an example of two men who absolutely hated each other, this is it. Put them in an environment where literally anything goes, and I don’t mind telling you that I’m a little bit afraid.
Denrol: It’s going to get wild, that’s for sure. Don’t forget about the X-Factor, Gabriel Roth. The mysterious voice who was guiding Copeland for so long now has a body. We don’t know Roth’s agenda or why he hooked up with Copeland. All we know is that he seems to have control over someone who once seemed uncontrollable. A pet monster and both of them want Eddie van Dorn’s blood.

Cameras cut backstage to show Eddie van Dorn at a monitor, watching the recapped footage. He looks at the handshake at the end and shakes his head slightly. There’s an audible roar from the crowd in the arena as EVD’s music begins to play. The camera cuts back to Gary Trudeau in the middle of the ring.

Trudeau: This next match is scheduled for one fall, and is the RAZORBACK DEATH MATCH! Simply put, anything goes. Pinfall or submission only and there MUST be a winner!

The crowd continues to cheer as Gary speaks over “Another Brick in the Wall” on the PA.

Trudeau: Introducing first… from Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, weighing in at 181 pounds…EDDDDDIIIIIIIIE VANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN DORNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!

At the announcement, the house lights dim, and it seems as if the only illumination in the arena are the lighters that have been flicked on by the more musically inclined members of the audience. Suddenly, another flicker of light appears at the top of the ramp, lighting up the deviously grinning face of Eddie van Dorn. Eddie's wet hair falls in light curls over his eyes, almost as if he is hiding behind a curtain.

We don't need no education...

Eddie walks slowly down the ramp as his highly apropos entrance theme continues to play.

We don't need no thought control...

He climbs the steps to the ring, then lights a fuse on one of the ring posts.

No dark sarcasms in the classroom...

The fuse burns slowly toward a powder load in one ring post...

Teachers, leave them kids alone...

The powder load goes off just as the first accented note in the song is played, and each successive ring post goes off with other stressed notes.

*boom* *boom* *boom* *boom*

HEY! TEACHER! LEAVE THEM KIDS ALONE!

Eddie stands on the fourth turnbuckle to go off. He raises his eyes to the ceiling and his arms to the sky, the very picture of Generation X.

All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

Eddie then steps down from the turnbuckle and crumples into a heap in the corner.

Jack: Business as usual for Eddie van Dorn, but you know he’s ready for this match. That he’s dying to get things started. I’m a little surprised that given the match stipulations he didn’t come out here armed to the teeth.
Denrol: Oh, there’s going to be some weapons used. What’s the over/under on how many gallons of blood are spilled?
Jack: That’s a bit morbid, don’t you think?

The lights go out and a growl can be heard thundering right through the arena; suddenly “Destroy Everything” by Hatebreed explodes through the speakers.

A new life begins!
Destroy Everything!
Obliterate what makes us weak,
Destroy Everything!
Decimate what threatens me.

Copeland slowly walks out from the back to a frenzy of boos from the sold out crowd. Gabriel Roth leads the way. Both men stop at the top of the ramp.

Jack: What in the hell is Roth carrying with him?
Denrol: Looks like a length of chain to me. Think it’s the same one Eddie dangled on like a fish on a hook?
Jack: That’s not funny.
Denrol: Wasn’t meant to be.

Destroy Everything!
Obliterate what makes us weak,
Destroy Everything!
Decimate what threatens me.

Trudeau: And his opponent. Being accompanied to the ring by Gabriel Roth. From Razorback Point, Montana; weighing in at two hundred and eighty four pounds ... COPELAAAAAAAND!

Copeland gets to the ringside area and walks up the steps; he slowly enters the ring and walks to the opposite corner. He climbs onto the second turnbuckle and just stands there scanning the arena, before closing his eyes taking in the hateful atmosphere, without a care in the world. He opens his eyes and turns his head slightly to give the fans a demonic, bone chilling look from beneath the mask. He climbs off the turnbuckle and paces back and forth as the music fades out and the lights return to normal. EVD is up to his feet now, and he prevents Gabriel Roth from entering the ring with one steely glare. He moves to the center of the ring and Copeland moves right away to meet him. The fans cheer wildly at the confrontation as the referee tries to reason with the both of them to wait for the bell.

Jack: Eye to eye right away in the middle of the ring. What do you think is going through their mind? Is Copeland remembering how Eddie very nearly made him beg for his mask? Is Eddie thinking about the long hard months of wondering if he would ever live a normal life again, let alone wrestle?
Denrol: You sure do ask stupid questions. Of course they’re thinking of that. All of it, and more. It’s been brewing for a long time and now it’s about to boil over.

Ding, Ding!

At the sound of the bell, the crowd roars, but neither man moves an inch. They continue staring at each other. Roth is shouting from the outside of the ring, but Copeland ignores it for now, as does EVD. The camera catches EVD saying something to Copeland but we can’t read his lips as he slowly raises both arms out to the side, and then turns around with his head bowed. The crowd boos, more confused than anything else.

Jack: Eddie van Dorn just turned his back on Copeland!
Denrol: Seems kind of stupid to make that the last thing you ever do in life. There are so many other things that would be better.

Roth screams at Copeland to attack but he was already in motion. He lunges, only to find himself flat on his face on the mat as Eddie drops down and lashes out with a drop kick just below Copeland’s knee. Eddie pounces and begins to maul the man who outweighs him by over 100 pounds. Rights, lefts, elbows, forearms, knees, all to the head, neck and shoulder area of Copeland. The crowd explodes and begins an E-V-D chant as Eddie continues his assault. He gets to his feet and delivers several stiff kicks to the ribs in succession before yanking Copeland up by the hair and blasting him with a knee to the face. Copeland is sent sprawling onto his back. Eddie jumps on top of him again, digging his thumbs into Copeland’s eyes for several seconds before gripping at Copeland’s mask and trying to yank it off.

Jack: EVD going for the mask and I don’t think he cares if he rips Copeland’s head off with it.

Copeland bucks Eddie off before any progress can be made. Eddie uses the momentum to hit the ropes running and comes back with a drop kick right to the face, drawing a roar of delight from the crowd. Eddie drops to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope. He jogs around the corner and grabs a steel chair from ringside. He rolls into the ring, holding the chair in front of him as he gets to his feet and waits on Copeland. Copeland gets up and spins around just as Eddie tosses the chair at him. Copeland catches it and immediately ducks, expecting an attack. It never comes. Copeland looks it up and sees EVD pointing at his chin, daring Copeland to take a swing at him. Copeland obliges with a lightning fast swing that would have caved EVD’s skull in, but Eddie is quicker as he ducks out of the way. He shoots out a light kick that connects with Copeland’s thigh, more annoying to the big man than anything else. Copeland swipes at Eddie’s ribs with the chair but EVD steps back and to the side to avoid it. He taps Copeland on the top of the head as his momentum brings him close.

Jack: Eddie van Dorn is toying with Copeland.
Denrol: This one ranks up there on the all time bad ideas list, you know that, right?
Jack: Trying to get Copeland off his game is one thing, but pissing him off to do it, I have to agree, that’s not overly smart. But it seems to be working!

With a bellow of rage Copeland rushes forward, chair raised. Eddie stands his ground and his hand flashes out and up, connecting with a thrust right to Copeland’s throat. The chair falls to the ground with a clatter as Copeland stumbles back, clutching his throat. Eddie moves in, hitting several more quick kicks, delivered with much more ferocity this time, to back Copeland into the corner. Eddie clamps his own hand on Copeland’s throat and begins to squeeze as hard as he can, even as he climbs to the 2^nd buckle and starts beating Copeland with straight lefts to the skull.

Jack: Eddie didn’t even use the chair. It was just a decoy. So far in the opening minutes of this match, this is a side of Eddie I can’t remember seeing. EVD has made a career out of using anything and everything in his environment to gain the upper hand. In a match where anything goes, thus far he’s pretty much ignored the opportunity for weapons.
Denrol: This is nowhere near over Jack, and if Eddie thinks he can win a DEATH match, without using weapons, he’s going to find out how wrong he is.

The referee admonishes Eddie for the choke, but it’s not as if he can do much more about it as Eddie continues trying to crush Copeland’s windpipe with his bare hand. EVD jumps up, lands on Copeland’s shoulders, and takes him out of the corner with a hurancanrana. Copeland manages to roll to his hands and knees and then rolls out of the way of a running knee lift. Copeland up and running for a clothesline, but Eddie counters by grabbing Copeland’s arm and swinging himself up into a crucifix position. Instead of pulling backwards thought, EVD rolls forward, using his weight to drop Copeland face first into the canvas without his arms to break the fall. EVD hangs on to Copeland’s arm with his legs, while adjusting his grip on the other arm.

Jack: Scissored arm bar from Eddie van Dorn out of a unique counter. It’s safe to say EVD is 100% focused on this match and Gabriel Roth at ringside is not happy about it.

Shouting at Copeland to break free, Roth begins to strike the canvas. This prompts the crowd into a gigantic E-V-D chant every Roth hits the mat. Roth whirls around and screams at the fans to stop, which just makes the chants louder. A ghost of a smile plays around Eddie’s lips as he releases his leg grip on Copeland and shifts positions, hanging on to a single arm bar. Eddie gets into a crouch and then flips forward, nearly twisting Copeland’s arm all the way around in the socket. Eddie lands in a bridge position, then twists back around to his feet in one fluid motion.

Denrol: Now he’s just showing off. There was no point in doing that.
Jack: He didn’t have to let go of Copeland’s arm to do it, so I’d say there was a big point in doing that. EVD drops a leg across the upper arm/shoulder area of Copeland. Eddie is systematically taking the big man apart.

Eddie turns the arm bar into a hammer lock and drives his knee into Copeland’s bent elbow several times before dragging him to his feet. He whips Copeland into the ropes and leap frogs over him as he comes off. Copeland off the ropes again and runs into a back kick to the gut that doubles him over. Eddie drapes his leg over the back of Copeland’s neck, but before he can do anything further, Copeland straightens up, throwing EVD into a standing back flip. EVD lands on his feet but Copeland grabs him around the waist, spins, and hurls him over the top rope. Eddie bounces off the barricade at ringside and slams into the ground hard, drawing loud boos from the crowd.

Denrol: Here we go. Now things get interesting.

Copeland stands at the ropes, looking down at EVD as Roth crows triumphantly from the outside. Copeland cracks his neck one way, then the other, and then steps through the ropes and drops to the floor. He yanks EVD up by the hair and then unceremoniously slams him face first onto the floor on the outside. He drags the Extreme Revolutionary along the ground and chucks him into the ring steps. Man and steel both clatter to the arena floor with a huge bang. Eddie rolls, manages to get to his feet, but immediately stumbles forward and falls to his knees again.

Jack: The power of Copeland coming into play now. If he gets his arms around you just once, you’re in deep, deep trouble. As Eddie van Dorn is finding out now.

Copeland grabs Eddie from behind, presses him straight over head, and drops him chest first onto the ringside barrier. Eddie rebounds off and falls to the floor again, holding his chest. Copeland stalks over to the dislodged ring steps and lifts part of them into the air as if they weighed nothing. He waits patiently, a feral cat silently watching the mouse’s hole, for EVD to get to his feet. Eddie does and Copeland throws the steps right at his head. EVD rolls under the flying steps and comes right up with a spinning heel kick to the face as the steps go sailing into the crowd. Most of the fans had already been cleared away from the railing and no one gets hurt, except for an unfortunate security guard who gets caught with a glancing blow to the face.

Denrol: Think those guys get hazard pay?
Jack:  I sure hope so. EVD dodges a bullet there but needs to pay attention here.

Gabriel Roth is sneaking up behind EVD, the length of chain he’s carrying raised over head. Eddie whirls around and before Roth’s face can register surprise, Eddie lays him out with a superkick. The chain drops harmlessly to the floor. Eddie turns his attention back to Copeland, only to get broken in half by a spear.

Jack: The violent impact of that spear has Eddie’s neck snapping back and he cracked his head hard on the arena floor. That’s the kind of impact that ends careers.
Denrol: Maybe this time he’ll take the hint and stay away for good.

Copeland stands over a lifeless EVD, surveying the destruction he just caused. His head turns slowly so his gaze fixates on the chain. The crowd’s response becomes even more hostile as they realize what he’s going for.

Jack: No, no, no.
Denrol: No use arguing Jack, anything goes. Eddie agreed to this, he knew what could possibly happen. Copeland has never cared about playing by the rules. He’s done it before, why not again?
Jack: I have to believe that there’s enough of the man known as Seth Copeland left inside that monster for him not to do this.
Denrol: Yeah, you keep thinking that.

Copeland grabs the chain, as EVD starts to stir. Eddie rolls onto his stomach, oblivious to the man behind him now wielding the chain. Copeland moves forward and quickly loops the chain around EVD’s feet.

Jack: That’s not what I was expecting. I thought he would go for the neck like last time. But he’s essentially hog-tying Eddie van Dorn on the outside now.
Denrol: Going to be hard to fly high when you’re all tied up.

Eddie is still groggy enough from the spear that he offers no real resistance, and soon Copeland has him secured with the chain around his ankles, with plenty of length left over. Copeland tosses the length of chain over the top rope, and then rolls into the ring after it. He gets to his feet, grabs the chain, and tugs hard. Eddie is jerked backward, banging his face into the ground again with the sudden movement. Copeland tugs again and Eddie is lifted into the air. Copeland uses the chain to drag Eddie up from the arena floor and into the ring. He gathers up the loose end of the chain and begins to spin. Slow at first, but gaining speed as EVD is helpless to stop this chain assisted giant swing. Copeland releases and Eddie sails through the air, hits the canvas hard, and then slides ribs first right under the ropes, into the ring post. The thud is sickening and the impact changes Eddie’s direction, spinning him right back out onto the floor. Copeland immediately begins to reel Eddie in again.

Jack: The agony etched on EVD’s face tells the whole story right now, as does the blood he’s coughing up. He very well may have cracked ribs. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone hit the ring post harder than he just did. And there is no give whatsoever in that steel.
Denrol: Which is the point. Copeland wants to hurt Eddie. He wants to maim him. He wants to make him pay for trying to humiliate him and he wants Eddie out of action, permanently. And who’s going to stop him from getting what he wants?

Copeland uses the chain to pull Eddie’s legs into the air, then grabs both of them under one arm, and steps over EVD’s body. Copeland twists Eddie over and sits back right on those injured ribs with a modified Boston Crab. The crowd is rallying behind EVD, trying to will him on as he reaches desperately for the ropes. The referee is right there, asking if he wants to give it up. Eddie screams ‘No’ which just turns into a groan as Copeland applies even more pressure.

Denrol: Bet he’s wishing he used that chair instead of just mocking Copeland earlier.

Somehow, Eddie reaches the ropes, but with no disqualifications, Copeland ignores the 5 count and simply applies more pressure. Eddie pulls himself under the ropes, trying to dislodge his opponent, trying to get room to breathe. When his back touches the ropes, Copeland stands and uses the chain to drag Eddie back to the center of the ring. Copeland bends over to grab Eddie by the hair, only to get surprised with a roll up. It doesn’t work though as Eddie can’t use his legs to complete the move and he just ends up getting a moment of space, which he uses to try to unravel the chain from his legs. As Eddie sits and reaches for the chain, Copeland nails him with a vicious kick to the spine which has Eddie arching his back and writhing in pain. The crowd oohs and groans, many people shouting insults at Copeland. He ignores this, and rips off EVD’s shirt. He whips Eddie across the back with the loose end of the chain. Angry red welts bloom all over Eddie’s back as the skin is flayed raw.

Jack: The referee needs to start thinking about stopping this match.
Denrol: Jack, it’s just getting started. Though, with this beating, I don’t know how much longer it’s going to go.
Jack: Eddie van Dorn gain a quick upper hand through a relentless assault, but this counter measure by Copeland has been absolutely brutal.

Copeland drops the chain and rolls to the outside. The crowd boos, but there is still a buzz of anticipation as he lifts up the ring apron. Even a small pop as Copeland drags out a board wrapped in barbed wire. He shoves that into the ring and climbs in after it. Eddie has managed to drag himself across the ring, leaving a small red smear anywhere his back touches the canvas. He uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet, ankles still bound. Copeland raises the board, tangle of barbed wire facing his opponent and rushes forward. Eddie uses the ropes for leverage and kicks both feet up in front of him. Copeland is driven back as the safe side of the board gets driven into his chest. He drops the board and doubles over, gasping for breath. The crowd comes unglued as Eddie manages to jump into the air just high enough to connect with a double leg drop to the back of the head that drives Copeland head first into the tangle of wire.

Denrol: He’s probably happy he got the mask back from EVD.
Jack: I don’t think anyone would be happy with a face full of barbed wire, mask or no mask. Eddie avoids a sure catastrophe but he’s still not in good shape himself.

Grimacing in pain, Eddie rolls into a neutral corner and begins unraveling the chain. When he frees himself, he rubs at his ankles, trying to get the circulation going again. He pulls himself up as Copeland tries to pull away from the barbed wire. It’s stuck in parts of his mask, and gouges small cuts in any exposed part of his face. Eddie leaves the chain where it is and moves towards Copeland. He grips the board and wrenches it away from Copeland, clearly not caring if it takes chunks of skin or not. With Copeland on his knees, Eddie hits an open palmed strike to the chest. Copeland gets to his feet, only to get hit with a European uppercut. He falls back into the ropes and Eddie shoots him to the other side of the ring with an Irish whip. Eddie with a kick to the gut, that Copeland blocks. He has Eddie’s foot in his grasp, but before he can do anything, EVD lays him out with an enzuguri. The crowd roars as Eddie, clutching his ribs still, steps through the ropes and onto the ring apron. He positions himself, winces a bit as he grips the top rope, and then springs up. Only to have his ankle grabbed by Gabriel Roth. Eddie tries to shift and land safely, but comes down with the top rope across his midsection. He kicks his feet, trying to right himself, but before he can, Copeland has him. Copeland flips him up onto his shoulders and throws him over the top rope with a powerbomb.

Jack: Powerbomb from the ring to the floor! Eddie’s out cold, he HAS to be out cold! Roth getting involved in this match has turned the tide back in his man’s favor.
Denrol: I’m just glad to see he’s ok after such a vicious, unprovoked attack from Eddie van Dorn earlier.
Jack: Yeah, I’m sure you are.

Copeland follows Eddie to the floor, albeit in a much safer manner, and goes back to looking under the ring. He pulls out a small item which we only get a glimpse off as he bends slightly, blocking it from view. When he straightens, the camera gets a good look and the fans are none too happy.

Jack: Copeland has some kind of glove. It looks like it’s made out of leather, but it’s got heavy metal guards across the knuckles and fingers.
Denrol: Can’t blame him there, don’t they always say ‘safety first’? It’s protection.
Jack: Protection from what?
Denrol: Hurting his hand when he knocks Eddie’s head from his neck.

Copeland punches the ring steps violently with a primal scream, with the loud metal clang ringing throughout the arena. He stalks over to the aisle way where Eddie landed, and has yet to move. Copeland grabs Eddie’s ankle with his non-gloved hand and lifts his leg up. With Gabriel Roth nearby, shouting encouragement, Copeland drives his iron fist straight into Eddie’s crotch. This brings Eddie back into a state of consciousness, though he probably wishes he was still out of it as he folds up into the fetal position in the aisle. Copeland crouches over and ruthlessly shoves him flat again. He punches in the ribs three times in succession, and then delivers a crushing blow to the chin that has Eddie’s eyes visibly rolling up into his head for a moment. Copeland pulls Eddie to his feet, and EVD sags helplessly against him. Copeland measures Eddie up, and delivers a straight shot to the forehead that drops him like a sack of bricks. When the camera zooms in on EVD, we see that he’s fully busted open, blood gushing out and over his face.

Jack: This is getting worse by the second for Eddie van Dorn.
Denrol: Bit off more than he could chew in this one. Copeland isn’t that same guy who wanted to out wrestle you. Eddie thought he understood that already, but he’s finding out just how far Copeland has gone during the time EVD was on the shelf.

Copeland pulls Eddie up and slings him over his shoulder. He rushes forward and throws Eddie like a lawn dart, head first into the ring post. Eddie smacks the steel and falls to the floor. His legs continue to move as if trying to get up but it’s hard to tell whether he means it or it’s just involuntary reaction. Copeland comes over, and leans over the barricade, grabbing a chair from the fans. He pulls Eddie by the hair, over to the remaining section of ring steps from earlier, laying him flat across it. Through a mask of blood Eddie watches as Copeland stands over him, chair raised high. Copeland starts to swing…

CRAXXT!

Chair hits ring steps as EVD rolls out of the way in the nick of time. Copeland is momentarily stunned and Eddie wills himself to his feet and half lunges/half falls onto Copeland’s arm. He’s trying to get the glove off, having felt firsthand the damage it can do. Copeland starts to struggle and yanks back away, just as Eddie lets go completely. The sudden shift makes Copeland’s own hand snap back into his face, drawing a huge pop from the crowd.

Denrol: Stop hitting yourself Copeland!

Eddie, bloody and hurt but far from done, drops Copeland with a clothesline and manages to pull the glove off of Copeland’s hand. Rather than use it, he tosses it into the crowd where it becomes a souvenir. EVD whips Copeland into the barricade with enough force that Copeland topples over and into the crowd, where he’s lost in the swarm. For several moments, Eddie lays on the ground, sucking in oxygen, before getting to his knees and looking under the ring himself. He drags out a ten foot ladder and slides it into the ring. Rather than follow it in, Eddie notices Copeland heading back through the crowd and runs to meet him. He springs up to the top of the barricade and launches himself, connecting with a flying shoulder block. He gets up as fast as his body allows him, and hops the railing back to ringside. He slides into the ring and begins to set up the ladder.

Jack: I really want to tell Eddie to think about what he’s doing. But one, he always thinks about what he’s doing in that ring, and two, I don’t think he’d listen to me anyway.
Denrol: No one listens to you Jack, no one.

Eddie sets the ladder in the corner and begins to climb. Every person in the arena is on their feet as he perches on the top of the ladder. Flashbulbs explode as he leaps. He comes crashing down on top of Copeland with a flipping senton, three rows deep, that sends people and chairs scattering.

Crowd: WWA! WWA!

Jack: The chant says it all. Eddie van Dorn risking life and limb to take out his arch rival, but at what cost?
Denrol: Life and limb, didn’t you just tell people that? Come on Jack, keep up. EVD is just being who EVD is, whatever it costs him. I’d say he’s going to regret it when he’s 80 years old and confined to a bed in a nursing home, but honestly, I don’t see him living that long. Jumping into the crowd from about 15 feet in the air is all well and good, but it’s still not the stupidest thing we’ve ever seen him do. Which is very, very, sad.

Despite being on the receiving end, Copeland is actually the one who moves first. He staggers to his feet and slowly climbs over the barricade to the ringside area. Eddie isn’t that far behind though, and the crowd pops when he leaps from the barricade onto Copeland’s back, his arm locked firmly around Copeland’s wind pipe. Copeland swings his arms wildly, but Eddie just increases pressure and holds on for dear life. Copeland sags, nearly going to one knee, but manages to spin and stagger back rapidly, slamming Eddie spine first into the post. The crowd groans, but then explodes into cheers again when Eddie manages to hang on to the choke.

Jack: Sheer determination being shown by Eddie van Dorn! Copeland can dish it out, but Eddie simply will not quit!

Copeland rams the post again, briefly breaking Eddie’s grip. But EVD jumps onto Copeland’s back again, reapplying the choke even as his face shows the amount of pain that he’s in.

Denrol: Eddie is starting to take resiliency into a whole other level. I have to give him credit for that much.

A third time into the post dislodges EVD in a more permanent way as he slumps to the ground. Copeland crawls away, holding his throat. But even through the pain he’s going under the ring in search of something. He pulls out a decent sized tool box. He grabs the first object he lays hands on.

Jack: Copeland’s got a screwdriver.
Denrol: Take a closer look at that Jack, that’s no screwdriver.
Jack: Holy Jesus that’s an ice pick! He’s going to kill him!

Copeland pushes to his feet and advances on EVD, many fans at ringside gasping in horror. He lifts Eddie’s arm onto the apron, and then brings the pick down in a vicious arc. Eddie pulls his arm away and the pick sinks straight through the canvas. Before he can pull back for another shot at impaling EVD, Copeland is knocked back by a kick to the head. Eddie hops to the ring apron, jumps onto the middle rope and delivers a beautiful Assai moonsault, driving Copeland to the ground.

Jack: Copeland tries to pin Eddie to the mat, literally.
Denrol: Eddie kabobs.
Jack: A timely counter and Eddie stays out of harm’s way for now.
Denrol: Are you watching the match? He hasn’t stayed out of harm’s way all night.

Eddie wipes at his eyes, trying to clear away the blood. He staggers over to the toolbox Copeland pulled out and grabs a big roll of duct tape. He winds some around his skull, over the wound in his forehead. He wipes the blood out of his face and though his skin is stained red, there is no fresh blood pouring out.

Jack: Bit of a field dressing for EVD there, not a bad move, but that’s going to hurt when it comes off.

Looking like an accident victim with no health insurance Eddie walks back to Copeland, and bends to pick him up. He stops short and grabs his side, wincing. Shaking it off, he grips Copeland by the hair. Copeland lashes out with an elbow strike to the back of the knee that puts Eddie down. From his knees, Copeland grabs Eddie around the throat and just begins to choke the life out of him. Eddie counters with several feeble knees to the side of the head, which Copeland largely ignores. He can’t ignore a thumb to the eyes though and Eddie rolls away, gasping for breath. Copeland rubs at his face as he gets to his feet. He blinks his vision clear to see EVD running at him. Eddie up into the air, landing on Copeland’s shoulder with an attempted hurancanrana, but Copeland muscles Eddie back up into a sitting position.

Jack: Not good for EVD! Another powerbomb to the floor coming up!

Before Copeland can drive him through the concrete though, Eddie reaches out and grasps the ropes. He pulls himself off Copeland’s shoulders and to a standing position on the ring apron. He wastes no time in sling shotting himself over the top rope. He hangs on, twists in mid-air, and then swings down, connecting with a drop kick through the ropes that sends Copeland into the barricade. Eddie slides back out of the ring and whips Copeland mid-section first into the ring apron before rolling him back into the ring.

Denrol: It looks like he’s in the driver’s seat now, but this kid’s body is going to give out on him before it’s over, mark my words. In permanent marker.
Jack: I have a hard time disagreeing with you, but at the same time, if Eddie isn’t down yet, what’s it going to take?
Denrol: EVD might not be down, but neither is Copeland.

In the ring, EVD has Copeland on his feet, and tries lifting him into the air. He drops Copeland back down and holds his own ribs. Then, shaking that off, he tries again and just manages to hang Copeland upside down in the Tree of Woe. The crowd roars as they know what’s coming next.

Jack: Eddie van Dorn looking to finish this right now! Can he connect with the Dropout?

Eddie kicks the barbwire board out of his way and half walks half shuffles to the opposite corner. He gets up a full head of steam and lowers his shoulder.

Jack: Copeland sits up…but Eddie puts on the brakes!
Denrol: Lucky bastard.

Instead of spearing him in the corner, Eddie climbs the ropes behind Copeland and hurls him backwards through the air with a huge top rope German suplex. Both men hit the ground hard, but Copeland is folded literally in half, landing on the back of his head and neck. He stays in that folded position for a long time, and then slumps lifeless to the side.

Jack: HUGE move by Eddie van Dorn, but he’s unable to capitalize.
Denrol: The dumbass was probably trying to pin the man with his mind power. What little of it he still possesses. The man’s shoulders being down for three doesn’t count unless you’re on top of him Eddie.
Jack: And you would know all about being on top of men.
Denrol: Don’t make jokes, you can get hurt.

EVD rolls slowly to the ropes, and pulls himself up once more. Knowing too much time has passed for a cover, he moves towards the ladder instead. He folds it up and then slams it down with as much force as he can, right on top of Copeland.

Jack: That’s the first non-defensive weapon attack we’ve seen from Eddie van Dorn tonight. That could mean that he’s had enough and is ready to end this.
Denrol: Or admitting that he has no chance of beating Copeland without help.

Eddie drags both Copeland and the ladder over to the corner and the crowd cheers as he sets foot on the apron. The cheers swell as he climbs the ropes, and reach a fevered pitch as he flies through the air with a Swanton bomb. He connects with the ladder with a huge crunch, driving it into Copeland with as much force as his body can create. The fans’ cheers are tempered somewhat as they watch the Extreme Revolutionary convulse in pain on the canvas.

Denrol: There are no words for the type of moron it takes to do something like that in his condition.

Despite the pain, Eddie manages to claw his way across the canvas, shoves the ladder aside, and drapes an arm across Copeland’s chest.

One!

Two!

Thr~

Kick out!

The crowd lets out a disappointed ‘awwww’.

Jack: I’m amazed that Copeland was able to kick out.
Denrol: I’m more amazed that that was the first pin attempt in this entire match.
Jack: What? Hey, you’re right. It was this close to being one and done for Copeland here tonight. It just goes to show that neither of these men is too concerned with winning the match. They just want to hurt each other.

For several moments, both men just lie there in the middle of the ring, with the crowd cheering Eddie on. EVD gets to his feet, and heads back to the corner. Copeland begins to stir as well. With Copeland hurt and on his knees in the middle of the ring, Eddie works his way to a standing position on the top rope. Throwing caution to the wind, ignoring all pain and fatigue like only EVD can, Eddie leaps into the air, shifting his body sideway and arching his back in mid-air for a high altitude cross body block. Copeland sees it coming and surges to his feet, but it's too late! Eddie comes crashing down onto his nemesis and drives him to the canvas using his full weight. Even as the fans cheer, and even as the referee drops down to prepare for the pin attempt, Copeland uses Eddie’s momentum and rolls through, and on top of the champ.

One!

Two!

Three!

Jack: No! Eddie kicks out! Eddie kicks out! EVD had to be having flashbacks of three years ago. We showed you the recap at the start of this match and lightning very nearly struck twice here tonight.
Denrol: EVD fans may be breathing a sigh of relief, but for how much longer?

With Gabriel Roth screaming at the referee, Copeland gets to his feet with the help of the ropes. He staggers as Eddie jumps onto his shoulders from behind. EVD tries to throw his weight forward, maybe for a victory roll, but Copeland shrugs him off instead, grabs his legs and throws him down… right on top of the barbed wire. The crowd gasps and boos as Roth pumps his fist in the air in celebration. Copeland gets to his feet and flips the board over on top of EVD. He backs into the ropes for a running start, and then drops a knee right across the board on EVD’s head. Copeland gets up again and kneels on the board.

Jack: I think I’m going to be sick. Copeland grinding that barbed wire board over Eddie’s entire body like a cheese grater.

Copeland leaves Eddie tangled under everything and exits the ring. He circles around to one side and looks under the apron again. He reaches under the ring and comes out holding a large pane of glass. Gabriel Roth can be heard shouting encouragement over the boos of the crowd.

Roth: Yes! Remember how he tried to humiliate you! Make him pay! Make him suffer! There will be no coming back!

Copeland slides the glass in the ring, and then props it up at an angle against the corner. Copeland then goes over and picks up the ladder. He slams it down on top of the board for good measure, causing the wire to sink into Eddie’s flesh even more before kicking the board away. EVD is in bad shape. The duct tape dressing on his head is torn in several spots, fresh blood flowing from his head wounds, to join the rivulets flowing from dozens of wounds from his neck down to his stomach. Copeland sets up the ladder near the center of the ring, and then pulls Eddie up by the hair. Copeland crouches and then lifts Eddie up on his shoulders, setting him up so he’s hanging limp at the top of the ladder. Copeland moves around and starts to climb the opposite site of the ladder. Near the top now, he delivers a vicious headbutt that has Eddie snapping back and nearly falling from the ladder before Copeland grabs him. He bashes Eddie face first into the top of the ladder, sending a large spray of blood into the air. Copeland climbs a few steps higher, and then lifts Eddie up and across his shoulders. Copeland carefully steps over the top of the ladder, balancing precariously, and sits down at the very top.

Denrol: Not a good place to be if you’re Eddie van Dorn.
Jack: Copeland has bad intentions on his mind.
Denrol: This goes beyond bad intentions. What he plans to do here is downright criminal. And quite entertaining.

Copeland straightens and begins to spin EVD off his shoulders with a Psychosnap from the top of the ladder. The crowd pops as Eddie hooks his arm around Copeland’s, stopping his momentum mid move. EVD hanging on to Copeland’s neck, with his feet dangling in the air behind him, trying to find safe purchase on the ladder. The struggling of his opponent throws Copeland off balance and he topples forward off the ladder, EVD along for the ride. The pop is huge as Copeland ends up doing a swan dive, going head first through the pane of glass, shattering it into hundreds of pieces.

Jack: I think instinct had Eddie trying to make that into some semblance of a bulldog.
Denrol: Stop trying to make him look like a hero. Copeland slipped and fell, and Eddie thought it looked like a good idea so he did it too. Didn’t his mother tell him not to jump off ladders through glass just because his friends were doing it?

Eddie rolls over broken glass and drapes himself across Copeland’s back on the mat.

Denrol: Eddie needs to get back to basics. Guy needs to be on his back to pin him.

Panting heavily from exhaustion, with hands that are slick with blood, Eddie seems to be looking for something amidst the broken glass. After a moment, he lifts a large chunk from mat. He raises it to the back of Copeland’s head and begins to saw away at the mask straps.

Jack: Eddie going after the mask again and Copeland is helpless to stop him!

Eddie tugs at the mask but it doesn’t come off. He continues hacking with the glass, sawing through some of Copeland’s hair as well. Finally, with one hard pull, the mask comes off. Eddie rolls off of Copeland and holds the mask up in the air, drawing a big pop from the crowd.

Denrol: This is a Deathmatch Eddie, not a take your opponent’s mask off match.

Eddie throws the mask outside the ring and then rolls under the bottom rope. He lands unsteadily on his feet, and finds the rolls of duct tape from earlier. This time he winds some around each fist, moving so fast that the tape twists and bunches in different directions. He drops the tape and rolls into the ring again. With both fists he punches the canvas and grinds his hands into the mat. When he pulls them back, several shards of glass have stuck to the tape. The crowd is in frenzy as Eddie rolls Copeland over, exposing his unmasked face. With no hesitation or remorse, Eddie slams a right hand across Copeland’s face. Blood blooms immediately. Eddie bashes him with a left, drawing more blood.

Jack: I have seen Eddie van Dorn do some brutal, extreme things. But not once have I ever seen him willing to be this outright physical with someone. Copeland outweighs him by 100 pounds and EVD has done nothing but come straight at him.
Denrol: And look at the condition he’s in because of it! Sing his praises all you want, but there are very few people who can go toe to toe with Copeland and survive, and I just don’t think EVD is one of them.

With every punch, Eddie’s eyes burn brighter. There’s a slightly manic look there as the camera zooms in through the crimson mask. His entire body shudders with the impact of each punch, and Copeland’s already scarred face continues to ooze more and more blood. Gabriel Roth jumps up on the ring apron to protest to the official. But Eddie leaps to his feet and takes a wild swing at him, causing Roth to bail out for dear life. Running on sheer adrenaline now Eddie drags Copeland up, and muscles him up and into the Tree of Woe again. Eddie backs across the ring, runs forward and…

Jack: The Dropout connects! If he pins him it’s over!

Copeland’s body gets driven painfully into the corner with the spear, but his legs don’t come loose from the turnbuckle, leaving him to dangle there. Eddie sits up, holding his ribs, leaning back against his lifeless opponent. Eddie looks around, almost in a daze, as if wondering where Copeland is, before twisting around to see behind him. He reaches up to the ropes and pulls himself up, and limps back across the ring. He holds up his hand, signaling ‘One more time’ to the crowd, who respond with a deafening roar. He rushes across the ring and…

Jack: The second one connects! Pin him Eddie! Pin him!

Eddie staggers to his feet. Copeland is still caught in the Tree of Woe. The arena is shaking from the cheers and stomps for Eddie van Dorn. Rather than releasing Copeland though, EVD shuffles over to the corner where the chain Copeland used earlier sits. Eddie grabs it and lifts it over head.

Crowd: Bust him up Ed-die! Bust him up! Bust him up Ed-die! Bust him up!

Eddie drops down and rolls out of the ring, carrying the chain with him. He walks over to the corner where Copeland is and loops the chain through the ring and out the other side, letting it rest across Copeland’s throat.

Jack: I think Eddie has lost it. He has this match won, why isn’t he going for the pin?
Denrol: It’s not about the match Jack, it never has been, you said it yourself. They just want to hurt each other. And I hate to say it to Copeland right now but… pay back is a bitch.

Ignoring the pleading official and Gabriel Roth’s empty threats, Eddie plants his boot on the ring post, and then yanks back on both ends of the chain. The effect is instantaneous. Copeland’s hands immediately go to his neck as the chain pulls taut, then his arms flail about. He tries to sit up but is held in place by the chain. He grips at it, clawing at his own neck, trying to get his hands under it to free himself, but Eddie is pulling with all of his weight behind it. If the chain were any thinner it would be cutting through Copeland’s Adam’s apple like a hot knife through butter right now. Instead, it chokes the life out of him as Eddie pulls it tighter and tighter. Eddie loops the ends of the chain around his forearms a few more times and pulls even harder. Through the mask of blood we can see Copeland’s face turn purple. It’s impossible to tell for sure with all the blood but it looks like blood vessels in his eyes are popping from the pressure. The ref is asking Copeland if he wants to quit but God only knows if Copeland understands. He’s given no signal other than trying to escape. Finally, Gabriel Roth climbs to the apron and dislodges the leg holding Copeland in the corner. The sudden release causes Eddie to slip as Copeland is flipped face down on the canvas. He convulses for a moment, gasping and coughing up blood. Roth scurries away and around the other side of the ring before Eddie can recover and pay him back for his interference.

Jack: Gabriel Roth inserting himself into this match yet again, but this time I think he may have actually saved Copeland’s life. I’m not sure if Eddie would have, or could have stopped on his own.

Eddie gets to his feet, stumbles, and then gets to his feet again, hanging on to the ring post. He gathers up the chain and puts it into the ring, before climbing up and following it in. As he steps through the ropes, Copeland lunges with a desperation low blow that puts Eddie on the mat and sends a groan throughout the arena. Eddie tries to pull himself up in the corner several times, but slips and falls each time, unable to get his body to listen to his brain. Copeland is on his hands and knees, dripping blood all over the canvas as he tries to take more than a short, ragged breath. He grips the chain and forces his way to his feet. He nearly falls as well, supporting himself on the ropes as Eddie manages to pull himself up in the corner. Copeland backs into EVD so the two are back to back and then flings the chain back over his head. He yanks and leans forward, catching EVD with the chain around his throat and lifting him into the air.

Jack: Now Copeland is hanging Eddie van Dorn again! It’s not from the big screen but it’s the same lack of oxygen that can end a man’s life like that.
Denrol: Eddie better hope he’s taken enough out of Copeland that his legs give out from under him, or I don’t see how he can escape.

Eddie tries throwing his weight to one side, but Copeland shifts to compensate, bent over at the waist, keeping Eddie dangling. With the crowd cheering him on, chanting his name, Eddie manages to kick out enough to hit the ropes with his feet, which enables him to flip backwards, landing on his feet in front of Copeland. For a moment, both men are just leaning against each other, bent over, head to head and shoulder to shoulder, completely exhausted. Eddie moves first, trying to hook his knee over Copeland’s head to drive him face first into the broken glass again. Copeland counters with a sharp blow to the side of Eddie’s support leg, which knocks him to his knees. Copeland seizes him, butterflies his arms behind his back, and nails EVD with a butterfly face plant on the broken glass, drawing a huge round of jeers from the crowd.

Jack: The Endgame!

Moving slower than a glacier, Copeland manages to roll Eddie’s lifeless body over, and drapes himself over his chest.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding, Ding!

Trudeau: Your winner of the match via pinfall… COOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPEELAAAAANNNNNND!

The boos from the crowd are deafening even as medics hit the ring, clear the debris and begin attending to both men.

Jack: Copeland gets the victory in the Razorback Deathmatch, incredible! At least in the record books. This is the type of match that no one truly ‘wins’.
Denrol: Trust me, a ‘W’ in a match like this makes all the pain afterwards worth it. Copeland will hold his head up high. Eddie van Dorn, IF he’s healthy enough, will feel nothing but emptiness.
Jack: I can’t believe that. Eddie van Dorn took Copeland further than anyone in the history of this company. He may not have won here tonight, but he sent Copeland a message.
Denrol: What message would that be? ‘I go out on a stretcher every time I fight you’?

With Gabriel Roth’s help, Copeland is being pulled to the back. He manages to pause in the middle of the aisle and raises both arms in celebration, before sagging back down. He tries to take back the mask that Roth carries but the medics stop him, telling him he will need stitches. The reaction Copeland was drawing dies down and the arena goes eerily quiet as medics continue working over EVD, who has yet to move.

Jack: I just pray that Eddie is all right. He’s just coming back from a serious long term injury. It’s possible he wasn’t in top form coming into this and the level of physicality we saw from him tonight… It goes beyond what we’re used to seeing from him. For most of this match, he opted not to use weapons, instead using his own body as the only weapon he needed. It was vicious, brutal, and in a way, oddly intimate. Now though, after seeing what Copeland did to him when he didn’t hesitate to use anything at his disposal, you have to question those tactics.
Denrol: You think? Here comes Eddie’s ride now.

A stretcher is wheeled to the ringside area as the medics begin to slowly move Eddie towards it. With several people cradling his neck to keep it immobile, they slide him onto the gurney. It’s as if someone ignited a fire under him as soon as his body touches it. Eddie thrashes, blasting a medic in the head with an errant kick. He rolls off of it and hits the ground hard, but begins to crawl up the aisle. The medics shout his name and try to surround them, but he takes a wild swing at them, causing them to back off. At the sudden movements, the crowd explodes into cheers and chants of ‘E-V-D’ once again echo throughout the arena. He pushes himself to his feet, and then falls, leaving a bloody smear on the arena floor. He gets up again, stumbles a few feet, and falls again. He rolls to the side, avoiding the helping hands and uses the barricade to pull himself up. He takes a few unsteady steps into the middle of the aisle, doubles over at the waist, but doesn’t fall. Slowly, he straightens.

Jack: I’ve seen people who were hit by a train that looked better than he does right now. But he’s not going to give Copeland the satisfaction of him being carried out on a stretcher. Copeland won this match, but this time, he didn’t break EVD. Eddie van Dorn walks out under his own power, to the cheers of this sold-out capacity crowd, bloodied, bruised, and hurting, but not broken.
Denrol: He’s a loser though; let’s not lose sight of that fact. That since this great return of his, he seems to lose more often than he wins. Pride is all well and good, but kind of pointless without the wins to back it up.

Alone in his dressing room, "Mr. Pist" Kade Williams is stretching and warming up, hanging up behind him is a referee's jersey. Suddenly his door swings open and Jack Griffiths steps into the room, he hasn't changed for his match yet and is still in his street clothes.

Griffiths: Williams.

Williams: Ahhh Mr. Griffiths. Long time, huh?

Jack's eyes narrow as he focus on Kade.

Griffiths: Why in God's name are you here?

Williams: To referee Ultimate Glory.

Jack steps forward, pointing an angry finger towards Williams.

Griffiths: Don't get smart with me, you know what I mean!

Williams: I don't think I do.

Griffiths: I know that you are just another part of Babb's and Beckett's plan to screw me over... again.

Williams: I'm not really in the loop with all that. I'm just here to do my job, Jack.

Griffiths squints for a moment, trying to process the situation.

Griffiths: Let me make one thing clear. You'd better not be looking to screw me, because I'm not who I was when you ran me out of town. I'm a former WWA Champion and a two-time WWA United States Champion, and without your army, your Damned, you are nothing. You are just one lone man, so you can try and screw me if you want but be warned inside Ultimate Glory, there will be no escape from any vengeance I choose to enact on you.

Williams: Uh okay. I think you're overestimating your importance to me, but that's fine. 

Griffiths: Right. And you won't favor Stone and it's just a coincidence that Dumont has just returned and poof, Kade Williams is here right? And now there's a mystery sixth man that no one knows about, just like Stone sticking his damn nose in my business at Rage in the Cage. Is this the night of the big Damned reunion?

Williams shakes his head, a disappointed look on his face.

Williams: Jack, I made a lot of mistakes and I've had to deal with that everyday. I was happy for you when you finally own the belt, even though you beat my disciple. You reached the levels that people always said you couldn't. You finally became your own man.

Griffiths: I don't need a history lesson from you. Just call it down the line and don't screw me. If you even think about it, what Trendkiller did to you at Rage in the Cage will look like a sparring contest when I'm through with you.

Jack turns to leave, but doubles back.

Griffiths: Oh, and one more thing.

Jack reaches back and smacks Kade hard across the jaw with a slap before smiling.

Griffiths: You deserved that.

Griffiths turns and leaves Kade in a stunned silence.

Jack: Earlier this year, at Rage in the Cage XII, the WWA welcomed four new members -- the legendary Ian Tense, Havoc and the man considered THE face of the WWA, Tracer Bullet. Three more names are going to go into the hallowed halls of the Hall of Fame...
Denrol: Try saying that three times fast.
Jack: No thank you...but three more men will join them at this year's Birthday Bash. I have the honor now of announcing the first one. Let's roll the video.

We open to a shot of the New York City skyline. The camera slowly pans over Manhattan, before the screen goes black. Finally, after what feels like a lifetime, a famous phrase fills the screen.

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Narrator: From day one, the six-foot ten Jackson Kraven was a force of destruction the likes of which had never been seen in the WWA. Starting out in one of the federation's many feeder promotions in the late '90s, he blazed a trail of bruises blood and broken bodies accompanied by his on-off manager Jenny Calloway and sometime tag-team partner Jake "The Ace" Spade that only ended when he was involved in a horrific motorcycle crash in the year 2000.

Highlights of Kraven's career pass by. Many involve him holding the WWA World Heavyweight Championship.

Narrator: However, that was not the end of the story by a long shot- far from it, in fact. A brief period of rehabilitation was followed by a thunderous return the squared circle, where a vicious new Kraven feuded with- along with others- his old boss Brian Jones over the TV title. A period of vicious feuds followed- with such luminaries as Craven Moore and Shaman- before the WWA's infamous brush with rebranding followed. When the dust cleared, one thing was certain- Kraven was a major player in the game. His partner and manager gone, he plunged into bloodthirsty feuds with Moore and Vik Ventressa, to name but two, and participated in some of the bloodiest matches in WWA history, one of which was the infamous "Hell In The Frozen Cell" match at Rage In The Cage '03.

We see Kraven leaving the ring at RITC '03, the match's effects visibly on his face.

Narrator: Sadly, Kraven's career trailed off after this point, with its nadir being a DUI arrest just before a second motorcyle crash ended his wrestling career for good.

We cut to fans going wild as Kraven appears at an autograph signing earlier this year at RITC.

Narrator: The wrestling world may never see his like again, and there are a lot of people out there who are glad of that...The WWA is proud to announce Jackson Kraven as a member of the 2010 Birthday Bash Hall of Fame Class.

Jack: And now for our next contest!
Denrol: This match does not exist. It has never existed, and it won't exist in the future.
Jack: Still stinging from that little tiff you had with Nik Segier's baby boy?
Denrol: Oh, he acted like a baby, but "boy" might be the wrong word to use...
Jack: Either way, let's go to the ring.

The scene changes back to see Gary Trudeau standing in the ring with a microphone in his hand.

Trudeau: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Some eerie guitar music begins to play over the speakers, but immediately breaks in to a faster beat. The lights have begun to have a strobe effect, and the stage entrance is back lit. The fans start cheering, since they've all figured out that the music in question is "Savior" by 30 Seconds to Mars.

Until you crash
Until you burn
Until you lie
Until you learn
Until you see
Until you believe

Out in to the back lighting, a man walks. He seems to be wearing a trench coat, and is dressed in very dark attire, potentially all black, but whatever it is, it seems to be pants and a tee shirt. The strobe effect makes it seem like he's walking in stop-motion as he stands at the top of the ramp.

Until you fight
Until you fall
Until the end of everything at all
Until you die
Until you’re alive

The lights all come up to reveal that the man on the ramp is Nicholas Adams, and the fans begin to cheer. He's wearing a grin that seems almost too big to humanly possess, and also happens to be wearing black face paint that forms ovals around his eyes, with a thick, pointed red line on either side, as well as red triangular shapes above and below the bridge of his nose. He begins to make his way down the ramp, slapping hands with some fans as he does so.

Don’t save me, don’t save me,
'Cause I don't care.
Don't save me, don't save me
'Cause I don't care!

Trudeau: Ladies and gentlemen, making his way to the ring, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds - "THE RAINMAKER" NICHOLAS ADAMS!

The fans cheer even more loudly at hearing him announced, and Adams, in a burst of enthusiasm, runs the rest of the way to the ring, mounting the exterior of one of the ring posts before catapulting himself up, over, and in to the ring. He smiles, and the fans keep cheering as Adams walks over to the nearest corner and gets ready for his match.

Jack: Adams was the one that demanded this contest, and got it, in spite of Segier's protests.
Denrol: The kind of guy that willingly tries to avoid an athletic competition...
Jack: Well, regardless of what he's trying to avoid, Greg Segier agreed to it...

Trudeau: And his opponent, from Saint Paul, Minnesota, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds...

An edit of "Head Like A Hole" by Nine Inch Nails begins to play over the speakers, and the fans begin to boo very loudly. Nobody emerges from the back until the right lyrics play.

Bow down before the one you serve;
You're going to get what you deserve!

Trudeau: He is "The Second Generation", GREEEEEEEEGGGG SEGIEEEEERRRR!

And with that, Gregory Segier emerges from the back, seemingly apathetic to the jeers and jibes that the crowd offers him. He doesn't even acknowledge that the crowd is there, keeping his eyes solely on the ring - and his opponent. As he gets to the steps, he pauses, then walks up them. He walks along the apron, then steps between the top and middle ropes, looking left and right before finishing the maneuver. He goes to his corner, not even posing as the music begins to fade.

Bow down before the one you serve;
You're going to get what you deserve...

After checking both competitors, the referee signals for the match to start.

Ding! Ding!

Jack: And this match is underway.
Denrol: I have no idea who I want to win, but I'll tell you this much - whoever loses, deserves it.
Jack: Not necessarily. Considering the way that some people on the roster wrestle, a win may not necessarily be earned.

Segier and Adams circle around one another, waiting for the other to make a move. Finally, both men step in at the same time, but Adams catches Segier's left arm and places him in a top wrist lock. Segier looks a bit surprised, but manages to transfer it, using leverage to turn it in to a hammer lock. Adams, with some speed, reverses the hammer lock in to one of his own. Before Segier can respond, Adams places Segier in a standing side head lock.

Jack: Some basic wrestling from both men, here.
Denrol: Neither of them are that entertaining, and both of them tend to be a bit more cerebral at the start of matches. Going right in to it wouldn't make sense to either man.
Jack: Wow, that was actually a balanced analysis.
Denrol: It's easy to do when you don't like either guy in the ring.

Segier struggles with Adams for a couple of seconds, he eventually reverses in to a head lock of his own, wrenching on it as he does so. Adams pauses for a second, and then drops down to his knees. With Segier still attached, Adams uses the leverage to give Segier a modified fireman's carry, putting him to the mat. Adams immediately rolls over and hooks the leg, looking for the pin.

One!

And Segier kicks out. Adams stands, and Segier immediately rushes Adams. He places a shoulder in to Nick's gut and pulls on Adams' knees, dropping Nick on his back. Before Segier can capitalize, Adams rolls backwards and on to his feet, and places a hand on Segier's hip. As Segier steps forward, Adams suddenly springs around behind Segier. He grabs Segier around the waist, and then rolls back, going for a pinning maneuver. As Segier goes down, his boots connect with the middle rope, causing the referee to call for the rope break.

Jack: Adams looks to be going for a quick win here.
Denrol: Being older than Segier, Adams probably can't endure as much punishment. Trying for the fast victory means he doesn't have to put in as much work.

Segier gets to his feet, and Adams has a smug grin on his face. Segier steps in to Adams again, and the two finally lock up. They begin to fight for position, just pushing against one another.

Jack: Once again, thanks for the balanced commentary.
Denrol: Balanced? I just called Adams lazy, old, and weak.

Segier seems to be trying to emphasize Denrol's point unknowingly, as he starts to move Adams back towards the rope. Adams seems like he's fighting it, but suddenly, he begins to back away in earnest, pulling Segier with him. Segier, though keeps dictating the pace, and as Adams reaches the rope, he really leans in to Nick. The referee tries to get in, but Adams suddenly pushes against Segier and turns, pushing Segier back-first in to the ropes. Both men stay locked up, and Segier copies Nick's move, getting them almost to the corner. Adams rolls on the ropes and pushes Segier again, putting him in to the corner. Suddenly, they keep going on to the next rope, rolling along while staying locked up.

Jack: Definitely some more technical wrestling from these two right now.
Denrol: I'd call it boring, dated, and far behind the times.

As Segier gets Adams in to the next corner, he suddenly grabs Nick's left arm and tries to arm drag him out of the corner. Nick, however, holds on to Segier as he goes over, pulling Segier in to a reverse Japanese arm drag. Segier hits the mat hard, but stands quickly. He rushes Adams, only to receive a regular Japanese arm drag for his troubles. Both men stand, and Segier rushes in again, only to be greeted with a hip toss. With Segier down, Adams immediately goes for the pin again.

One!

Jack: And Segier kicks out.
Denrol: Adams really seems to think that Segier is going to be easy to take out.
Jack: The response to that goes without me saying it.

Adams keeps a hold on Segier's head, and gets him to the ropes. He whips Segier to the opposite side of the ring, but Segier reverses it. Adams, however, manages to jump up at the last minute. He springboards off the middle rope at Segier, going for a cross body attack, but Segier ducks. Adams rolls as he hits the mat, getting quickly up to his feet, but as he runs in, Segier hits him with a drop toe hold.

Jack: A quick exchange from both men, and Segier is on top.
Denrol: Adams was doing well when he stayed grounded. The moment he went airborne, he lost control.

Segier keeps his calves around Adams' ankle, and then rolls his body, wrenching on the joint. Adams grimaces, but to his credit, he doesn't actually yell. Instead, he simply works to the nearest rope, pulling Segier with him as he does. Of course, that only allows Segier to wrench on the hold even more, causing the grimace to become even more intense. Adams finally gets his hand on a rope, and the referee calls for the rope break. Segier lets the referee count to three before releasing the hold. Adams pulls his ankle in and uses the ropes to help himself stand while the official admonishes Segier.

Jack: And now we see Segier's disregard for the rules.
Denrol: Oh, that S.O.B regards the rules. He regards them like this country regards El Salvador.
Jack: What?
Denrol: Generally useless, unless they get you in trouble.

Segier goes to rush Adams, but Adams suddenly jumps up using just the leg that Segier didn't hurt, and delivers a hurricanrana. As Segier goes flying, Adams stands and shakes out the stretched ankle, then puts some weight on it to make sure it isn't twisted. He goes over to a standing Segier and pulls him the rest of the way up, then places his arms around Segier's body, trapping one of Greg's arms as he does so. With a twist of his body, he pulls Segier down and slams him in to the mat.

Jack: Belly to belly slam from The Rainmaker!
Denrol: Adams usually doesn't use a smash-mouth style here, so it's smart for him to vary up his maneuvers.
Jack: You and Greg really had a falling out, didn't you?

Adams goes for another pin.

One!

Two!

And Segier kicks out. Adams shakes his head, then grabs Segier and lifts him off the mat. He grabs Segier and sets him up for a body slam, stalling as he does so. The pause allows Segier to recover enough to float over behind Adams. As Adams turns, Segier quickly places him in to a suplex position, and then falls back, pulling Adams with him. Adams goes over, smashing back-first in to the mat, with a crisp snap suplex. Segier stands, shaking out the cob webs, and immediately goes in to Adams, grabbing him from behind. With complete fluidity, he gives Adams a belly-to-back suplex.

Jack: Some very crisp, and very effective, maneuvers from Greg Segier right there.
Denrol: They better damn well be; I made him practice those two moves five hundred times a piece.

Segier stands as Adams holds his back in pain. Segier pulls Adams up on to his hands and knees, and then hits an abbreviated elbow drop right on to the small of Nick's back. Adams drops to the mat again, but starts struggling to stand. Segier, obviously not happy about this, hits another elbow drop on to The Rainmaker. Adams, recognizing the problem of his situation, goes to work to the ropes, hoping to get a slight respite. Segier, only seeing Adams continually rising, hits a knee drop on to Nick's shoulder blades. Adams smashes in to the mat, but his general intention was still fulfilled - he's manages to get a hand on the ropes.

Jack: Adams, showing that he knows exactly where he is in spite of The Second Generation's beating.
Denrol: He's also showing that he's willing to wuss out of a fight, but that's just me.

Adams pulls himself to the ropes, causing the referee to back Segier away. Greg is obviously not happy with this turn of events, and after the referee steps aside, Segier goes and grabs Adams' left ankle, since he'd targeted it earlier. With only malice in mind, he suddenly places Nick's knee over the bottom rope, and then wraps it so the ankle is going under the rope. Adams grimaces again, and the referee goes to get Segier away. Segier wrenches harder on the leg, and Adams finally lets out a groan of pain. The referee begins to count, and Segier lets go just as the referee gets to four. Segier backs away as Adams gets his leg off the ropes, still grimacing.

Denrol: No rest for the wicked, Adams.
Jack: Segier has proven that he doesn't rest much, I'll give you that.

Adams gets back to his feet as Segier waits, pulling himself off the ropes. He hobbles towards Segier, still raring to fight. The sore leg doesn't help him, though, as Segier proves far more agile. He swings himself to Adams' side, and then hits a Russian Leg Sweep, making sure to sweep out Nick's weakened leg first. Adams goes down, and Segier immediately goes for the pin, hooking the relatively undamaged leg as he does so.

One!

Two!

And Adams gets an arm up. Segier slaps the mat and releases Adams' leg, then pulls him up again. Adams looks to be a bit wobbly as he stands, but he stays stable as Segier works him to the nearest rope. Using the rope, he goes to whip Adams across the ring. Somehow, Adams manages to reverse it. As he steps up, Segier rebounds. Segier, though, doesn't seem to be willing to let Nick get any leeway, and jumps up. As he does, he catches Adams' head with his left arm. Segier swings his arm and pops his hip as he goes down, sending Adams end over end. On the landing, Segier cinches in a side head lock, showing exactly what he was doing with the jump.

Jack: Jumping head lock from Segier! He's quite comfortable with that - in fact, most people identify that move and Segier in the same sentence.
Denrol: That's because he does it so well. Not that he gives any credit to the people that made him able to wrestle at his level.

Segier begins to wrench on the head lock. With Adams grounded and with a weak leg, this looks to be where Segier can really take control of the match. He tightens the hold, continuing to wrench on it. Adams seems to be trying to fight out of it, but with his good leg being the one closer to Greg, it's slow going. He places his right arm in, trying to force the hold open, but after a couple of seconds, Segier immediately wrenches on the hold, cranking on Adams' head and neck. Adams tries to get some elevation, using his left arm to push his body up. This also proves futile, as Segier simply jumps up slightly and drops down, forcing Nick back in to the mat.

Jack: This is a waiting game, and it seems like Segier is willing to take all day to win it.
Denrol: He's really not - he's impulsive and impatient sometimes, and if I know Greg, he'll want this match done and over with sooner than later. 

Adams, recognizing the futility of trying to fight his way out, suddenly, reaches around and grabs around one of Segier's thighs. Before Greg can realize it, Adams pulls him over in to a pinning predicament.

One!

Two!

And Segier leverages his way back over in to the head lock. Adams, getting that small opening, manages to get his legs underneath him, and forces Segier to stand with him. It's slow going, and Segier seems to be resisting every step of the way, but Adams manages to finally get to his feet. The fans cheer as Adams somehow manages to step out from under the hold, and then places Segier in a head lock of his own. Segier pushes back against Adams, and whips Nick to the ropes. Nick comes back as Segier steps in and lowers his shoulders, but Adams sees what's coming. He jumps over and immediately hits a sunset flip, pulling Segier in for a pin.

One!

Segier pushes off and rolls through, and then drop kicks Adams in the face before Nick has time to react.

Jack: Adams almost came back there.
Denrol: Horshoes, hand grenades, and nukes, Jack.
Jack: What?
Denrol: Those are the only instances where almost is good enough.

Nick rolls over on to his hands and knees, in pain from having his figurative bell rung. Segier takes advantage and drags him to the bottom rope again. This time, he drapes Nick's throat and arms over it, and then places his knee right in to Adams' back. The fans start booing as Adams yells in pain, and the referee starts to count towards the disqualification. At four, Segier backs off, leaving Adams coughing to try and catch his breath. Adams uses the second rope to pull himself up, but Segier comes in and smashes his knee in to Nick's back, bouncing Nick throat-first in to the rope and sending him rebounding off.

Jack: That's just blatant cheating!
Denrol: Having used those tactics myself in the past, I know why he uses them - they work.

With Adams stunned, Segier goes to make the pin. The referee, who was in the middle of admonishing Segier for the rule bending, is a bit slow to realize what's going on, and drops to the mat a bit slowly.

One!

Two!

Jack: Adams kicks out well before three!
Denrol: Segier should have won the match right there!
Jack: Segier probably could do with some of the officials' words, so I'm supporting the ref's actions.

Segier stands and begins to argue with the official, going so far as to go in to the intricacies of the ref's job. Of course, the microphones don't catch any of this, but it's clear that he's jawing with the referee quite vehemently. This little tiff allows Adams some much-needed breathing room, and he makes his way to the corner to get his bearings. As Segier turns to where Adams used to be, he pauses for a second, not sure where his opponent went.

Jack: Arguing with the referee could cost Segier here.
Denrol: I doubt it. Adams wouldn't know how to capitalize upon a situation if he was from Olympia.

Adams, meanwhile, has mounted the second rope. Segier turns toward Adams just in time to see him come off with a flying cross body. Just like before, though, the move fails, albeit for a different reason. In spite of the element of surprise, Segier manages to catch Adams. With some effort, he swings Adams up and behind him, throwing his own body in to the effort. Adams goes flying from the fallaway slam, and smashes back-first in to the mat.

Denrol: As I said before - an airborne Adams is a failing Adams.
Jack: And yet he's managed to put away so many people with the Rainfall.
Denrol: Yeah, but that's at the end of the match, not during the match.

Segier stands and goes over to Adams, who is recovering slowly. and picks him back off the mat. Adams tries to push him off, but Segier suddenly rakes Adams' eyes, sending Nick reeling, holding his face. The referee goes up to Greg as the fans boo, but Segier just shrugs. He walks over to The Rainmaker, whose body is already bent, and places his left arm around Nick's head. With one fluid motion, he smashes Nick face-first in to the mat, causing the ring to shake with the impact. The fans keep booing as Segier gives a smug grin to the crowd. To add insult to injury, the moment that Adams rolls over, shaking his head in pain, Greg places his boot on Nick's forehead and twists, grinding the sole in to Adams' face. The referee immediately backs him off, giving Adams some time to recover.

Jack: There's a difference between disrespect for your opponent, and disrespect for human decency, and The Second Generation just showed he prefers the latter.
Denrol: Wrong. That was definitely disrespecting only Adams. Now, if he'd gone and pulled down Nick's pants, I may agree with you.

After Segier is finished jawing with the referee, Segier goes to grab a rising Adams, who is still holding his head. Segier immediately swings Nick's arms around, placing him in a suplex position. He pauses, and poses for the crowd, and the crowd boos a bit more because they all can probably figure out what's about to happen. With a lift, Segier pulls Adams up in to the air, and stalls as Adams goes vertical.

Denrol: That sonuva... HE'S STEALING MY MOVE!
Jack: Well, you were the one that let him use it in the first place.
Denrol: That doesn't mean he still has my permission!

Indeed, it seems like Segier is about to hit Adams with the Evil Killer, as he begins to sit out, and spins Adams around as he goes down. But as Segier drops, Adams suddenly swings his legs down, catching himself and saving himself from taking the devastating attack. Segier smashes in to the mat legs-and-buttocks first, and with nothing to show for it. Adams wobbles back, trying to regain his balance, while Segier takes a couple of seconds to realize that Adams didn't take the Evil Killer as planned.

Denrol: Ha! That's what you get for theivery!
Jack: Or he just stalled too long, which let Adams use his flexibility to get out of the attack.
Denrol: Greg didn't do it right, that's why!

Segier stands, but suddenly, Adams smashes him right in the face with a boot! The fans all cheer as Adams drops to one knee, obviously having strained his left leg with the work of giving Segier a superkick.

Jack: Lightning Strike! Segier goes down!
Denrol: That doesn't mean that Adams is gonna' make a comeback here.

Adams is still on his knee, and Segier is out, but the fans are cheering loudly. The Rainmaker is obviously closing his eyes for long stretches, and also resting his leg, trying to regain some momentum. Meanwhile, Segier is holding his head in pain, trying to work to his feet. Adams looks at the fallen Segier, and suddenly and slowly moves the leg upon which he's kneeling. He's now crouching, but he's up on his toes, almost as if he's ready to start a race. As Segier stands, Adams begins bouncing, shaking his hands.

Jack: Greg Segier is in another world right now, and it could cost him!
Denrol: Just you watch - Adams is going to make a bad judgement call.

The moment that Greg turns toward The Rainmaker, Adams rushes in and smashes in to him with a shoulder tackle! Segier goes down, but he almost immediately gets to his feet. That doesn't stop Adams from giving him a short-arm clothesline to take him back down. Segier, a little more slowly this time, stands back to his feet, but immediately takes a leg lariat for his troubles! As Segier goes down, Adams looks to the ropes, points at them, and then runs to them. The fans all cheer as Adams jumps in to the second rope, once again going for a springboard crossbody. And once again, he fails. This time, Segier just drop kicks him in the gut, sending him flying back towards the ropes, but not quite there.

Jack: And Segier is three times lucky with that crossbody attack!
Denrol: Get me once, shame on you. Get me twice, shame on me. If I'm stupid enough to try it again, shame on my mother.

Segier comes and pulls Adams up off the mat, and then in to the ropes. He pauses for a second, and then steps up. He rears his hand back, and then delivers a hard knife-edge chop to Adams.

Crowd: Whooo! Eh?

And another chop follows.

Crowd: Whooo! Eh?

Denrol: Dammit, would you Frenchies stop it?

With Adams reeling on the ropes, Segier decides to just punish The Rainmaker some more. He runs to the opposite ropes at full speed, and rebounds off of them with such force that the top rope visibily strains against the momentum. This force manages to move the opposite ropes just enough, and Adams is forced off of them. Segier looks to be trying something, but the motion has rattled Adams in to being aware of his situation. As Segier comes in, Adams lowers his head and gives Segier a back body drop!

Jack: Oh my God!
Denrol: Is Adams trying to kill him?

Indeed, one could get that impression, because the back body drop did not keep Segier in the ring. Instead, it sent Segier over the top rope and face-first in to the matting outside. Adams stumbles forward, trying to catch his breath. The fans are chanting, and Segier is still down as the referee begins to count him out.

Both men start to struggle to their feet as the fans are yelling, "That was awesome!" and clapping in rhythm. The referee re-starts the ten count.

One!

Jack: I can't believe that both men are already starting to stand!
Denrol: You can't? After the match they've had, it's obvious both men are quite durable.

Adams is already on his hands and knees, while Segier has barely gotten on to his elbows.

Two!

As Adams gets to one knee, he looks over to Segier, who is finally on all fours. Not even bothering to stand, Adams uses the foot he's got planted to launch himself at Segier, spearing him from the side. Segier goes down as Adams gets him in to a side mount. Adams begins to fire some punches right in to Segier's gut, and Segier tries to squirm his way out.

Jack: I can't believe I'm saying this, but those are the first actual punches in this match!
Denrol: Eh - both guys were trying to out-wrestle each other. It happens.

Three!

Segier finally manages to raise a knee, and plants it right in to Adams' side. Adams rolls off of Segier, holding his ribs in pain, as Greg rolls to his feet. Both men step in to one another. Adams throws a punch, connecting, but Segier fires one right back.

Four!

Adams tosses a kick right in to Segier's ribs, but Segier, only barely fazed, comes back with a palm strike to the chest.

Five! Finally, the two just start swinging wildly, the punches almost having no force due to their fury, but still causing damage due to their number.

Six!

Adams manages to suddenly block one of Segier's punches, and grabs Greg's other hand. He circles around The Second Generation, and then whips him in to the nearest set of steel steps!

CLANG!

Seven!

Jack: This has suddenly gone from a wrestling match to a flat-out brawl!
Denrol: This is more like the animosity we were expecting to see from these two!

As Segier starts to recover, staggering away from the steps and the ring, Adams suddenly yells.

Adams: I am the Rainmaker!

Eight!

Adams charges in, running full-out at Segier. As he jumps up, everybody can see he's trying the same old trick in a new environment. Segier, however, has the crossbody attack almost perfectly scouted. He catches Adams once again, but with both arms under Nick's body. With sheer force of will, he tosses Adams behind him and directly in to the nearest barrier! Segier stumbles to one knee with the effort.

CLANG!

Nine!

Jack: Not like this! Segier can't win like this!
Denrol: It's Nick's own damn fault for taking it to the outside of the ring!

Segier manages to get to his feet and goes to the stairs, but he forgets that he ran in to them, and the wobbly top step gives way under his weight, bailing Greg off to the left side.

Ten!

Ding! Ding!

Trudeau: Due to the fact that both competitors have been counted out of the ring for too long of a duration, this match is declared a draw!

The fans begin to boo for the anticlimactic ending, and Segier just gets to his feet, visibly furious. He almost yells, but then he looks over to Adams, who is holding his chest in pain. The fans all boo as Segier grabs Adams, then lifts him off the mat. He places him in a suplex position, and lifts him off the mat.

Jack: That's just being a poor sport!
Denrol: Sportsmanship is for people that can afford to lose. Segier had a title shot on the line here!

And Segier suddenly drops Adams into an Evil Killer! Nick bounces head-first off the thin matting, and it's obvious that he's unconscious. The fans all boo as Segier stands. Referees start to come out of the back, but Greg has already started to leave the ring side area. A couple of EMTs have come out with the officials, and the scene closes with the fans booing, and Nicholas Adams down on the ground, before cutting to Greg Segier, and angry grimace stitching his face.

Kade Williams steps around a corner in the hallway, a Styrofoam cup of coffee in one hand, a pad of papers in the other. He is studying the papers intently, weaving between crew members lining the walls of the corridor, until he reaches an intersection, where he makes a right and suddenly finds himself thrust against the wall, one huge hand wrapped around his throat. The other huge hand hits the plaster wall inches from his head, cracking the wallpaper. Williams studies the fist for a moment, then looks at his attacker, calmly raising the cup to his mouth and sipping the coffee.

Williams: Yes?

From the fist on the wall, we travel up the tattooed arm, until we reach the face of Trendkiller, and the glaring eyes of the madman, burning holes in Williams’ skull.

Trendkiller: I don’t know what you and Beckett are planning with Watkins and Bagwell, but­–

Williams: Look, Barnes, this is getting awfully familiar. I have nothing to do with Watkins and Bagwell.

Trendkiller: So you admit that you and Beckett conspire against me?

Williams: No, that’s not what I’m saying–

Trendkiller: Enough lies, Kade.

Trendkiller leans in close, putting his face inches from Williams’, spittle forming beads and froth on his lips, even though his voice is barely more than a quick, breathy stage-whisper.

Trendkiller: Did you cost me the Rumble, hm? Did you have some sound guy play your music to distract me? Did you and Watkins plan this out? You and Bagwell? Beckett? Tell me, Williams, when you go inside that cage with me tonight … will you regret trying to conspire against me?

Williams: No on all counts, Barnes. Given the circumstances, however …

Kade taps Trendkiller’s hand that is still wrapped around his throat with the pad of papers.

Williams: … I’m starting to wish I was part of a conspiracy against you. At least then I’d know why you are currently trying to make me spill my coffee.

Trendkiller: Yeah, you’re a funny guy, Kade. Consider this a … a warning. And you, of all people, should know that I don’t make empty threats. How’s the back, then, Kade?

Williams’ face hardens and he impatiently drops the pad of papers, tugging Trendkiller’s hand away from his throat.

Williams: I will call the match down the middle, Barnes. But if you step out of line, I won’t hesitate to–

Trendkiller: What? Break down and cry?

Williams: Just give me a reason, Barnes. Give. Me. A. Reason.

Trendkiller: Likewise, Williams. If you do me wrong, rest assured that I won’t just hurt you again, Kade. I will kill you.

With this, Trendkiller turns away and strides off, turning the corner. Williams is left alone in the hallway, looking hard after the disappearing behemoth. Then he sighs and sips his coffee.

Williams: Jesus, didn't people around here used to have manners? These kids today...

As Kade walks away, he sees a familiar face and walks over to a man once known as the "Darkstar".

Jack: Who is that?
Denrol: Grrr...someone I don't like...