{nCw Collision kicks off with the video montage and then brings you to Kelly Fox's office backstage. Kelly is at her desk wearing a female suit and Adam Knite is in the chair in front of her.}

Adam Knite: Kelly, I'm telling you I had nothing to do with the attack I promise you, when have I ever lied to you!?

Kelly Fox: Adam…. I just can't believe you, we've been best friends our whole lives and you were my first love. However, right now I've been given nCw and I just can't have these types of things going on. I'm trying to make my dad proud.

Adam Knite: I didn't do it Kelly…..

Kelly Fox: Adam…. We have a witness….

Adam Knite: WHO!?

{A door opening can be heard as Jimmy Turner the nCw Janitor comes into the office. He looks at Adam humbly and lowers his head.}

Adam Knite: Come on!? You're going to believe this fat piece of s**t before you would me!? Kelly you know me… we had a child together, we were engaged, you should know me better!

Kelly Fox: Adam… everything points at you and before we can figure something out, I have to keep you on this indefinite suspension.

Adam Knite: FINE! But Kelly, I'm going to tell you this… I had nothing to do with this and I will prove it to you! However, let me just tell you that you not trusting me, you believing that I could do something like this and lie to you about it, is far more damaging to me then whatever will come from this person setting me up. I thought you knew me better, I guess it was just a dream.

{Kelly lowers her head as Adam shoves past Turner and out the door and we are taken to ringside.}

Eric Hardy: Next on this Tylerrific card we have a match of rising stars. The Hamster going one on one with the Hammer.

Wily Carter: You amaze me Eric...

Eric Hardy: How so..?

Wily Carter: Well, whenever I think you can't get any dumber.. you take it all to new heights.

Eric Hardy: Going to ignore that one..

(The arena is still buzzing from the night's events, the hubbub of the crowd settling slightly, the audience waiting for the next event. Then suddenly a drumline rips out through the PA, lights in the arena flashing, the Tron showing Jack as he stands, grinning confidently, occasionally strobing with his name in bold letters. A lairy British voice can be heard shouting out over it, the drums still crashing away.

We put this festival on you b******s, with alot of love! We worked for one year for you pigs! And you want to break our walls down and destroy us?! Well you go to hell!

With that, a British Invasion fuzzed up riff breaks through, just as Jack Hammond strides through with a confident grin, the lights still flashing above him and from the Tron as he observes the crowd, shrugging before walking down the ramp towards the ring, still looking about, grinning.

He jumps onto the ring apron before hopping over the top rope, wheeling about, yelling at the crowd, mounting the second turnbuckle to look around the arena before hopping off and limbering up in the ring, waiting for his opponent.)

Eric Hardy: Can Hammond keep his impressive win streak alive?

Wily Carter: Not if this man has anything to say about it..

(Ten Thousand Fists by Disturbed plays on the PA as JackHammer and Angel come through the curtain and head down the ramp to the ring. Angel heads to the corner as JackHammer climbs the ring steps, he then stops at the top and raises his left fist sending pyros shooting out of the ring posts. JackHammer then steps into the ring over the top rope and removes his duster and bandana.)

Eric Hardy: With a size difference like this, I can't say I'm a fan of Hammonds chances.

Wily Carter: Myself neither Hardy. Let's get the beating.. I mean match, over with..

(The lights dim as another song begins to play. "Immortal" by Adema. The crowd is rather silent in confusion, then errupting in a chorus of cheers when Falcon emerges from backstage, carrying his briefcase, a clipboard and a microphone.)

Falcon: Now.. I know what you're all asking.. what the hell am I doing out here..? Eric Hardy: He's right, what the hell is he doing out here?

(He begins walking down to the ring.)

Falcon: Don't worry, don't worry.. I'm not out here to do anything rash or ill advised. In fact I'm out here to make both of your days.

Eric Hardy: He has me confused.

Wily Carter: You're not the only one.

(Falcon climbs into the ring, setting the briefcase down in the middle of the ring. Both Jacks look at it, but neither moves.)

Falcon: I'm out here to prove a point. The point of the existance of the Social Enemies. A good soldier knows how to win... even when he loses. So Tyler.. this one is for you.

Eric Hardy: I hope he knows what he's doing.

Falcon takes reading glasses out of his pocket and puts them on.)

Falcon: By order of acting CEO, Kelly Fox, I am now a part of this match.

(The crowd bursts into cheers. Jack Hammond looks amused, while JackHammer just looks annoyed.)

Falcon: I know I know.. also.. the winner of this match will receive this.

(He nudges the briefcase.)

Falcon: A shot at the National Title, whenever you want it.

(Mailville, the official, takes the briefcase and holds it up for the crowd to see. Falcon exits the ring.)

Falcon: Good luck gentlemen.. one day you'll realize how much of a gift this is. So, you're welcome in advance.

Eric Hardy: He's just leaving..?!

Wily Carter: He's basically forfeiting his national title shot to either Jack Hammond or Jackhammer. Can't say I understand why.. but.. he's done it.

(Both Jacks watch Falcon walk away. Turning to each other when the bell rings.)

Eric Hardy: Needless to say, this match is underway!

(Jack Hammond starts the offense immediately attempting a diving shoulderblock, but he hits off the much bigger Jackhammer and falls to the canvas. He's quickly up, this time trying for a shining wizard, and again he's simply dismissed by the big man. He's up again, giving it one more shot, this time with a diving crossbody. This time he's caught by Jackhammer, who slams him down in a well executed backbreaker. Hammond rolls on the ground in pain until Hammer stops him, doing a big show-esque step over.)

Eric Hardy: Not looking good for the Hamster here, a minute in and already he's taken quite the beating.

Wily Carter: I almost can't watch..

Eric Hardy: Almost?

Wily Carter: Well, yeah, what did you think I meant?

Eric Hardy: Nevermind.

(Jackhammer walks around the ring, confident that he has this match, and his title shot, won. He drops the leg over the prone Hammond. Holding for the pin.. 1.. 2.. Kick out..

He stands up, a little surprised, dropping the leg again. The impact is like thunder on the plains.. Holding for the pin once more.. 1.. Kick out..

Jackhammer stands, looking at Hammond with disdain. He picks the prone man up, sets him up in a pump handle, lifts him up then slams him down on the canvas.)

Eric Hardy: Hammer is not pulling any punches here, he wants that title shot bad.

Wily Carter: I just hope he doesn't cripple Hammond while he's at it.

Eric Hardy: Don't worry, the Hamster always bounces back..

(Hammer in complete control now, picking Hammond up by his throat, following with a Choke toss of about seven feet. Hammond rolls across the ring, eventually falling to the floor under the bottom rope. Jackhammer calmly stalks him, exiting the ring. Hammond is slow to get up. He's not allowed much of a breather when Hammer irish whips him into the steel ring steps. The crowd groans collectively as their hero hits the stairs with a sickening thud.)

Eric Hardy: Just get back in the ring Jackhammer, you've tortured him enough.

Wily Carter: I think he's just getting started..

(Hammer picks Hammond up, and rolls him back into the ring, following short thereafter. Hammond finds some momentum and gets to his feet, he bounces off the ropes, but runs right into Jackhammers giant boot. Jackhammer just looks bored as he picks Hammond up again, wrapping his big hand around the throat, lifting him up and driving him down to the mat.)

Eric Hardy: Devastating Earth Tremble from Jackhammer.. this has to be it..

(Hammer puts a foot on Hammonds chest for the pin.. 1.. 2.. Kick out...

Hammer can't believe it. He gives Hammond one hard stomp to the chest, then climbs the turnbuckle. He connects with a huge leg drop off the top rope, shaking the ring in the process.)

Eric Hardy: I think he may have killed the Hamster..

Wily Carter: Alas poor Hamster, I knew him Horatio.. I mean Hardy..

Eric Hardy: Never knew you were into Shakespeare.

Wily Carter: Oh yeah, me and Bugs.. I mean Shakespeare are like this.

(Hammer leans over for the cover.. 1.. 2.. Kick out..

Hammer looks by this time pissed. He violently picks Hammond up, setting him up for the Earth Shatter. But Hammond fights back, letting Hammer have it with the right hand. He reverses it into a hurricanrana. Both men get up quickly. Jackhammer charges but Hammond side steps and nails a dropkick to the big mans knee. Jackhammer falls to one knee, then takes an enziguri to the face. Hammond quickly mounts the top rope and nails a Shooting Star Press, he holds for the cover.. 1.. 2.. Kick out..

Hammond rolls off, sitting in the opposite corner, setting up for a spear. Hammer slowly gets to his feet. Hammond charges. Hammer meets him halfway and lands a running DDT.)

Eric Hardy: Well, that was shortlived.

Wily Carter: He's going to need more than a couple of kicks to put the big man down.

(Hammer gets up, exasperated, once again picking Hammond up for an Earth Shatter. Hammond struggles in the grip of the big man, eventually sliding his legs to the side to reverse it into a Samurai Driver. Hammond bounces off the ropes and lands a Senton Splash on the big man, quickly to his feet and springing off the opposite ropes for a Lionsault. He holds for the cover.. 1.. 2.. Kick out..

Not just any kickout. Hammond went flying because of that. Hammer looks a little less than amused as he gets to the feet.)

Eric Hardy: Hammond either has a chance now, or just sealed his death wish.

Wily Carter: That's a fine line to walk right there.

(Jackhammer with a right hand, but Hammond ducks and lets loose a combination of kicks and punches that would make Tajiri proud. Hammond bounces off the ropes again, nailing Hammer in the skull with a shining wizard. Hammond runs to the corner, leaping to the top rope, he waits as Hammer slowly gets to his feet, he leaps nailing his somersault double knee strike. The Top Gear.)

Eric Hardy: Hammond with the momentum now, this is his match, win or lose.

Wily Carter: Let's just hope he doesn't find the wrong end of pain.

(Hammond shrugs at the crowd. The crowd chants back "How hard can it be?" He runs for the turnbuckle, leaping backwards and twisting for a Whisper in the Wind. Thing only go wrong from there as he was grabbed mid moved and slammed down.)

Eric Hardy: Earth Shatter! Earth Shatter! What a counter! Man, what an impact!

Wily Carter: I just hope that's enough.

(Hammer goes for the pin.. 1.. 2.. 3!!)

Amber Ashe: Here is your winner.. Jackhammer!

Eric Hardy: He did it! Jack Hammond had all the heart in the world, but it just was not enough to stop the big man!

Wily Carter: And earned a National Title shot against JFK, courtesy of the blue bird himself, Falcon.

Eric Hardy: Plus he earned a ton of momentum going into that Ten man battle royal later. I just hope it helps.

{{COMMERCIAL BREAK}}

Tyler Jacobs is standing in the loading bay as a limo comes down the ramp. He wears a subtle smile as the car wraps around and stops in front of him. The back passenger door opens and Rob Diamond is sitting there.

Diamond: No, you should wait here until it's time.

Rob gets out of the car.

Tyler: You ready?

Diamond: As ready as I'll ever be.

Rob shuts the door before the camera can peek I and see who was riding with him. Fade out.

{We are taken back to the arena.}

Eric Hardy: Next up folks we have a match that promises to be over the top.

Willy Carter: I don't understand. It's Rob Diamond vs Talon.

Eric Hardy: The two of them have been wanting to rip one another apart for a couple of weeks now.

Willy Carter: I just don't think I'm going to be the impressed by it, but hey, you're the play by play guy. It's like your job to make the people at home care.

Eric Hardy: And they should, because this will be a great match.

(The thundering guitars of Arch Enemy echo through the arena halls. The crowd erupts in a chorus of cheers and raised devil horns. Talon emerges from the back, stopping at the top of the ramp to observe the crowd.)

"Since the day that you were born..." "The wheels are in motion..." "Turning ever faster..." "Play your part in the big machine..." "The stage is set..." "The road is chosen..." "Your fate.." "Be ordained..." "We are watching you..." "Every step of the way!!"

(Talon assumes a boxing stance and lets loose a flurry of rights and lefts. The uppercut signals the pyro, which goes off behind him in a loud roar. He heads for the ring, giving the fans on the way their thrill of touching hands with their hero.)

"Never too late.." "To stand your ground.." "Revolution.." "Begins!"

(Talon slides in the ring, climbs the far turnbuckle and takes off his hat. He takes a sharpie from his pocket, signs the hat and then flings it into the crowd. He drops off the turnbuckle and gets ready for war.)

Eric Hardy: Talon looks ready for war.

Willy Carter: He better be. With Angel off brooding, Falcon getting ready to be destroyed, Talon is basically alone out here. Maybe Everyman will decide to show up, who knows?

Eric Hardy: The Social Enemies always have a plan B.

Willy Carter: So do the Social Distortion.

The intro to I.V. by X-Japan begins as the lights go very dim. When the intro stops and the music begins a spot light shines on the stage where Rob Diamon now stands with his arms stretched out. He looks all around before throwing his arms down accompanied by some pyro. He makes his way down the ramp slapping the hands of those who are reaching. Diamond rolls in under neath the bottom rope and stands up. He stretches out again and turns around and around so the whole arena can take him in. Some fans cheer, other boo, Rob is in different as he waits to begins the match.

The bell doesn't even get a chance to ring as Talon charges right at Diamond. The two meet in the middle and start unloading punches left and right. The bell is rung. Talon is getting the upper hand as he backs Rob into the corner. Talon is just leveling Rob with those punches. Rob falls into the turn buckles then drops to the mat and just tries to cover his head. The ref is trying to pull Talon off but he just starts to stomp Diamond with his boot. The ref pulls Talon off. Talon starts to walk away then turns and runs right at Rob kneeing him in the face. Then Talon drops down and start to choke Diamond. The ref gets Talon off again. Diamond tries to roll to the outside but Talon grabs his foot and drags him into the middle of the ring. Talon drops down on his back and applies a Camel Clutch, wrenching on Diamond's neck hard.

Eric Hardy: Talon is wasting no time, trying to bring a quick end to Rob.

Willy Carter: After the war they had on Wired, I doubt this will be that quick. Diamond can take a beating.

Eric Hardy: As we saw last week.

Talon is pulling back as hard as he can, Rob is trying to drag himself closer to the ropes. Rob reaches out his hand, he's almost there. Rob grabs the ropes. The ref pulls Talon off. This time Rob makes it to the outside to catch his breath.[color=red]

Eric Hardy: A momentary break for Rob.

Willy Carter: Talon means business here tonight.

Eric Hardy: Talon wants to teach him a lesson.

Willy Carter: He's doing a good job.[color=red]

Rob is standing outside holding his neck, Talon comes running at him and base ball slides into Rob's head, knocking him into the announce table.

Willy Carter: Careful… Better get ready to move.

Eric Hardy: I agree.

Talon gets out of the ring and stiff kicks Rob in the back, Rob arches. Talon grabs him and suplexs him hard on top of the table. Talon rushes back in the ring at a count of five. Talon gets on the top rope and goes for the Jack High Strait.

Eric Hardy: TALON JUST NAILED HIS FINISHER THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!

Willy Carter: Amazing. Absolutely amazing.

Eric Hardy: The ref seems to be checking his ear piece.

Willy Carter: He's telling Amber Ashe something…

Amber Ashe: The official has just received word from the back that this match will be contested under no disqualifications and no count out. It must end in the ring with a pin fall or submission.

Eric Hardy: The fans are over joyed at that.

Willy Carter: Me too.

Talon rises up from the wreckage and he pulls Rob with him. Talon whips Rob into the ring post, Rob hits hard and just hangs there. Talon superkicks Rob in the back of the head, bashing his face into the post. Rob goes to fall back but Talon grabs him with an inverted swinging neck breaker.

Eric Hardy: I think Rob may be out of it.

Willy Carter: He's a tough kid, he'll be fine.

Talon pulls Rob up to his feet again. Rob reaches into his tights and pulls out what appear to be brass knuckles. Talon takes Rob's left arm and goes to Irish Whip him into the guard rail but Rob spins back around with a right handed back fist with the knucks and crushes Talon's jaw. Talon drops right to the ground and Rob goes to his knees, still pretty beat up.

Willy Carter: Why did he have brass knuckles in his tights already?

Eric Hardy: Plan B?

Willy Carter: Social Distortion punks.

Eric Hardy: I tried to warn you. Rob has a window of opportunity here to get this match under control.

Willy Carter: Let's see if the kid can do it.

Rob struggles to his feet and rolls back into the ring. Talon stays on the ground for a second. Rob slowly makes his way to the top rope. Talon is on one knee. Rob seems to be lining up. Talon is oblivious to the looming danger. Rob jumps off the top rope looking for a flying fameacer. Talon stands up just in time to catch Rob and throw him hard into the ring steps. Rob is in a great deal of pain and Talon falls onto the apron. Talon doesn't relent long as pulls off the top half of the steps and tosses them to the side. Rob tries to stand up but Talon grabs him with a Face Buster on top of the bottom half of the steps. Rob is motionless.

Eric Hardy: Talon will not give up. He is seriously trying to hurt Rob. They won't even get back in the ring.

Willy Carter: They don't need too.

Eric Hardy: Their going to kill each other.

Willy Carter: No, I'm pretty sure Talon will be killing Diamond.

Eric Hardy: Either way, this needs to stop.

Talon brings Rob up and scoops him up. Talon slams Rob down hard across his right knee, ribs first once, twice, three times, before he just scoop slams him back onto the steps. Rob is barely moving. The ref comes out to check on him, but before he gets a good look Talon pulls him to his feet and throws him into the ring. Talon looks to the ref.

Talon: He's fine.

The ref doubts Talon's judgment as the two get back in the ring. Rob is starting to get up, Talon assists him. Out of no where Rob nails the Diamond Cutter. Rob goes for a pin.

One, Two, KICK OUT!

Close call. Rob starts punching Talon in the face several times then just grabs his head and slams it into the mat. Rob pins again.

One, Tw KICK OUT!

Rob looks like he's getting angry. He starts digging around for the knucks, but their gone.

Willy Carter: A little too close for comfort there, as Rob almost stole this match.

Eric Hardy: Both of these men are allot more resilient than people give them credit for.

Willy Carter: Your saying Diamond isn't the douche everyone thinks he is?

Eric Hardy: I'm saying their both very talented.

Rob pulls Talon up and gives him a knife edge chop. Talon stumbles back. Rob lands another. Talon stumbles again. Rob swings another, Talon blocks, Rob throws a left fist, Talon blocks, Rob kicks Talon in the balls then clothes lines him hard. Talon is down and Rob pins. One, Two, Th KICK OUT!

Eric Hardy: Rob is getting to be a little brutal.

Willy Carter: All that time he spends with Spike.

Rob looks to be agitated. He goes to lock Talon in an armbar but Talon somehow turns it into a roll up pin. One, Two, Thre KICK OUT!

Eric Hardy: A page right out of Falcon's book. Talon tried to steal the match himself.

Willy Carter: Falcon is the God of the B.S. win, Talon is obviously heir to the throne… I hope I'm not going to get sued now.

Eric Hardy: No one heard your Booker T quote, don't worry.

Willy Carter: You're an ass.

Eric Hardy: WHAT!?

Willy Carter: Okay…

Talon springs back to life and is on his feet. Rob is on his knees. Talon looks down at Rob and shakes one lone finger at him. The middle one. Rob goes to get up but Talon is way to quick and delivers a roll over neck breaker on the still kneeling Diamond. His spine in obvious pain, Rob tries to roll away again. Talon runs to the ropes, jumps over Rob, spring boards on the second rope, holding the top rope he slams both his feet down hard square on Rob's chest. Rob lets out a blood curdling scream.

Willy Carter: I nominate him for the scream Queen award this year.

Eric Hardy: I second that nomination.

Talon goes to get off but Rob grabs his right leg and drops Talon hard on his face. Rob locks in an ankle lock and begins to twist with all of his strength. Talon is trying to escape, he can't do it. He's trying to make it back around to the ropes. Rob wraps his legs around Talon's while he twists that ankle. Talon is dragging himself back around. He is within inches of the ropes. Rob just keeps twisting. Talon can almost get the ropes. A "pop" is heard just before Talon begins screaming like crazy. He takes his left foot and kicks Diamond right in the temple immediately releases the hold. Talon rolls to the outside and drops to the floor holding his right ankle. The ref goes to check on him.

Eric Hardy: Smart move by Diamond. He'll either win the match because Talon can't continue, or he'll win the match because Talon can't land any of his finishers.

Willy Carter: Despite how much of a dork he is, he's just did a good thing there.

Eric Hardy: While putting Talon at a large disadvantage, he may have also just shown nCw that he isn't a joke.

Willy Carter: That, and now he gets a good long breather.

Eric Hardy: It looks like Talon wants to continue as he hobbles back in the ring.

Willy Carter: You know Rob is going for that leg?

Eric Hardy: Who wouldn't?

Talon has all of his weight on the left foot while his right barely touches the mat. Rob comes charging at Talon who side steps him and sends him to the outside. Rob gets right up off the floor and grabs Talon's good leg and drops him. Rob slides back in the ring. He's going for and ankle lock again. Talon rolls over and kicks Rob hard in the chest with his left foot. Rob bounces off the ropes and Talon grabs him with a roll up.

One, Two, Thr KICK OUT!

Eric Hardy: Falcon trained him well.

Diamond just gets out of the roll up.

Willy Carter: Talk about drama.

Talon gets up favoring his right leg. Rob Diamond goes off the ropes looking for a bull dog. Talon grabs Diamond in his own move and lands a Diamond Cutter. Talon pins.

One, Two, Three!

Eric Hardy: Talon did it again. He beat Rob Diamond again.

Willy Carter: What an amazing match. I don't even know where Talon got the strength from.

Eric Hardy: He's just that resilient.

Diamond goes to the outside and grabs a microphone. He gets back in the ring.

Diamond: Tonight when I made my way to the arena I brought someone with me. Someone who has been a big help in my career. Someone whom Angel would have liked to keep hidden away in some dark corner. But he's here tonight and he has a message for the Social Enemies.

Talon is out of the ring standing at the end of the ramp.

Eric Hardy: What is he talking about?

Just then, Dig by Mudvayne begins to erupt through the speakers. The fans in attendance are going crazy.

Eric Hardy: It can't be…

Willy Carter: Who?

"He" steps out from behind the curtain. Talon looks like he just bricked his pants.

Eric Hardy: That's four time PWW World Heavy Weight Champion, Maniac. And he's here in nCw.

Willy Carter: Why?

Eric Hardy: God I don't know…

Maniac, who's wearing a Metallica T-Shirt, sports coat and black pants, makes his way slowly down the ramp, stopping about ten feet from Talon. He pulls a mic out of his back pocket.

Maniac: I've been sitting at home now for three years. Three long years. Ever since…. "He" retired me. During that time I had a chance to reflect on everything I've done, right and wrong. I came to see that I never put my family first. Well I'm changing all of that, tonight.

No one seems to get it, but Rob Diamond has a big smile. Talon looks slightly worried.

Maniac: You see Talon, old friend. You and I both remember that I am one of the founding members of the Social Enemies. That I pretty much am the one who led you guys to all your glorious victories. We were like a family. But there's one problem now… Angel. Angel has spent everyday he's been here spinning lies. He wants who to follow him, protect him, and basically elevate him to the top of this company, all the while giving nothing back to you. You see Talon, Angel has lied to you. He told you that Rob and Shelly were brother and sister. That Rob was nothing. That if Rob didn't stand with you then he had to be eliminated. Which is why you and Shelly tried to do just that. The part Angel forgot to mention, or perhaps pretended he didn't know… Rob Diamond is MY little brother, and Shelly is my little sister.

Everyone in attendance is a little surprised. Talon looks like he is going to be sick. Rob is getting out of the ring and walking up behind Talon.

Maniac: Now when you boys starting making Rob's life hell, I was okay with it. But when my brain washed little sister and Angel's personal pet tried to end his career, that's when I got involved. I went to the hospital, I saw my brother, and I told him what we were going to do. I was going to come out of retirement, come to nCw and become Rob Diamond's new Tag Team partner. I'm joining the Social Distortion. And then WE are going to kill the very group I once helped create. Sorry Talon. You chose the wrong side bucko.

Talon goes to turn around but instead he catches a stiff right hand which spins him back around to Maniac. Maniac lifts him up on his shoulders and F-5's Talon right on the steel ramp. Maniac and Diamond high five one another. Joe Everyman comes running down the ramp with a steel chair. Maniac and Diamond back off.

Eric Hardy: A shocking turn of events in this feud between Talon and Diamond…. Maniac has returned to pro wrestling, he's joined Social Distortion… All hell is breaking loose. We'll be right back…

{{COMMERCIAL BREAK}}

Egypt centrals "over and under" blasts over the PA system, Eric Hardy and Willy Carter both look at each other and shrug not knowing what's happening

Eric Hardy-"Who's theme is that?"

Willy Carter-"I have no idea...."

The crowd roar as some of them recognise the figure standing in the entranceway, we pan up to see former XHF world champion AJ Phoenix dressed in baggy blue jeans and a tight fitting dark red shirt, his long hair swept behind his ears and black sunglasses hiding his eyes. AJ smirks and gets down to the ring, he grabs the top rope and slingshots himself over it before shooting his arms out to the side

Eric Hardy-"This is the guy we've been hearing so much about over the last week..."

Willy Carter-"AJ Phoenix has arrived!"

AJ moves over and grabs a mic from a ringside attendant, the music dies down as AJ raises the mic to his lips

AJ-"NCW.....WELCOME TO A NEW ERA......you see I have come here for two reasons, one, two free you all from the boredom of guys like Spike Kane and his little group of bitches...second, I've come here to once again hold a world title..."

AJ pauses as some of the crowd gives an inviting roar of approval

AJ-"I would like to throw out a challenge, I challenge the brass here at NCW to find me an opponent for the very next show...I don't care who it is, it can be a former world champion, a legend, a trained monkey, I don't really care....but I would love to throw myself down and ask that it atleast be a challenge, so think hard...but untill then we have a show this week to finish...so ladies and gentlemen, the next time you see me in this ring, you'll witness something truelly special...you will witness the start of the ascention of the fallen AJ Phoenix"

AJ drops the mic and smirks again as "over and under" blares again leading AJ out of the ring and up the entranceway

The crowd is deathly silent as the beginning guitar lick of Tear Away by Drowning Pool hits. There are mixed reactions from the crowd, some cheers, some boos.

As soon as the opening line is said, red, orange and yellow multicolored pyros begin to shot from the front and sides of the stage, firing straight up. Then, the entire stage is engulfed in flames, shooting from every pour of the stage.

"I'm tearing away

Pieces are falling I can't seem to make them stay

You run away

Faster and faster you can't seem to get away

Break

Hope there's a reason

For questions unanswered I just don't see everything

Yes I'm inside you "

The fire splits in the middle as Mark Evil walks out onto the stage, looking off into the crowd. He continues down onto the ramp as the fire builds back up. As he walks down the ramp, the fire behind him slowly dies down.

Tell me how does it feel to feel like this

Just like I do

I don't care about anyone else but me

I don't care about anyone

Do I really want this

Sometimes I scare myself I just can't let it go

Can you believe it

Mark Evil stops just before the ring and slowly walks over to the stairs. He slowly walks up them and steps over the top rope to get into the ring. He then raises he arms, and as soon as they drop, the stage and ring posts erupt in bright red pyros, shooting off in all directions. Mark then stops and looks around in the crowd with an evil smirk on his face. He then stands and waits for the match to begin.

Everything happens for reasons I just don't know

I don't care about anyone else but me

I don't care about anyone

I don't care about anyone else but me

I don't care about anyone or anything but me

Damn I love me

Willy Carter: "Eric….Can I tell you something?"

Eric Hardy: Sure Willy, what is it?

Willy Carter: Mark Evil scares the black out of me. I feel like hiding in a room and listening to Jimmy Buffet every time he comes around.

Eric Hardy: Well stay here….you have to call this match.

Willy Carter: Awh, can't I just go down to Margaritaville for a few minutes?

Eric Hardy: NO!

Willy Carter: Whitey

Down by 311 plays on the speakers and Ricky Johnson makes his way to the ring.

Willy Carter: YAY!!! Ricky Johnson!

Eric Hardy: WOO!

The sound of the bell starts the match as Mark Evil and Ricky Johnson go straight to the tie up. Mark Evil hit's a scoop slam. Ricky pops back up and Mark drops him with another scoop slam. Ricky comes up again and Mark just levels him with a short arm clothesline.

Eric Hardy: Mark Evil is taking it to the former National and X-Division Champion!

Willy Carter: God…he is so EVIL!

Mark Evil is now choking Ricky on the bottom rope as the ref counts. Mark lets go at 4 but then quickly drops an elbow to the back of the neck of Ricky. Johnson bounces back off the bottom rope and is coughing and gagging. Mark slaps Ricky as he is trying to catch his breath before kicking him upside the head.

Mark reaches down and pulls Ricky to his feet and uses his power to toss the man into the turnbuckle. Mark then gets a running start and hit's a monstrous clothesline that damn near takes Ricky over the ropes. Mark warms up for another big clothesline and goes for it but Ricky barely dodges out of the way as Mark goes chest first into the turnbuckle.

Willy Carter: Ouch, you know that had to hurt Mark Evil.

Eric Hardy: Actually Willy, I don't think Mark can feel any pain. Look at him.

Mark bounces off the turnbuckle but stays standing as Ricky is crawling around looking for some breath. Mark reaches down and grabs Johnson by the hair. Ricky winces in pain as Mark pulls him to his feet but Ricky thinks quick and drops the beast with a nice jawbreaker. Still a bit dazed, Ricky finally takes Mark off his feet with a spear. Ricky goes for the cover.

1.…2.….

But Mark Evil manages to kick out with some authority, pressing the two hundred and thirty pound Ricky Johnson into the air. Mark stays underneath and makes sure that Ricky comes back down on the big mans knees. Ricky rolls around holding his abs and trying to catch his breath again. Mark Evil again grips the hair of Ricky and drags him over to the ropes where he starts to drag Rickys head along the top rope followed by a pretty wicked Russian leg sweep.

Willy Carter: It's not looking good for Ricky Johnson tonight.

Mark Evil signals for the end. He picks up Ricky and loads him on his shoulders, looking for the Devil Driver II (Death Valley Driver) Ricky starts to nail Mark with some elbows and manages to wiggle free. Ricky lands behind him and on his feet and he quickly locks in the "Fade Away" (tazz-mission) as Mark Evil flails around looking for a way out. Ricky lifts his legs up and wraps his legs around the midsection of Mark.

Eric Hardy: What a turn around! This could be it!

Mark slowly drops to one knee and then proceeds to tap out!

Willy Carter: OH SNAP! Ricky pulled this one off!

Down by 311 plays as RJ celebrates in the ring.

{{COMMERCIAL BREAK}}

The Day the World Went Away" by Nine Inch Nails begins to play, and Dark Prophet, accompanied by Fate, walk onto the entrance ramp. Prophet calls for the music to be cut, as he asks for a microphone. The Xtreme title shining at his waist, Prophet begins to speak.

Dark Prophet: I know exactly why Tyler Jacobs made this match, Reckoning. And I'm not going to have him to do me what he did to Angelso I brought backup.

"Blow Me Away" by Breaking Benjamin plays as JackHammer and Mark Evil both walk out to join Prophet. The fans are confused, not knowing what this is. Prophet hands the microphone to Hammer. JackHammer nods and takes the mic.

JackHammer:"Well guys it has become offical the stable Lethal Intent is now formed, me and DP sat down and had a nice long talk we grew tired of all the bs around here with the Empire and others, so that's why we formed Lethal Intent, we will have more members soon enough, but for now it's just us three."

Prophet takes the microphone back.

Dark Prophet: I know you were trying to screw me out of my Xtreme Title, Tyler Jacobs. And this, this is me taking control of what is RIGHTFULLY MINE! Nobody will screw me out of my Xtreme Title, you have to EARN it like everyone else. And Kelly Fox, don't think you and the Empire are exempt, I still owe you for bloodying me up before Reborn. Lethal Intent. That is what I have for EVERYONE here in NCW who is trying to team together to f**k people out of their titles.

Prophet hands the mic to Mark Evil.

*Mark Evil: Together. We will make an impact in nCw that now one will soon forget. The Empire is the just the first step in our plans to bring some class back to New Championship Wrestling. We will not be stopped and we will not back down. We got Dark Prophet who is one of the sickest individuals in the world. We have Jackhammer who is one of the most decorated wrestlers in the world and then we have me. Mark F'n Evil, all I've done lately is lay a path of destruction. This train wont stop rolling until I run through Davey Ortega and the rest of the Empire bitches. In fact just to prove that I mean business I am going to challenge one of the empire members to a match next week. We might as well start at the top. I challenge you, Kelly Fox to a Survival of the Sickest Deathmatch. See you next week!*

Prophet and company walk down to the ring, and Prophet slides into the ring, handing the ref the Xtreme title. He holds it up high, and now the match can officially begin between Prophet and Reckoning. JackHammer stands in DP's corner arms folded with Mark Evil standing next to him. Fate takes his place along the apron, filling out the backup for Prophet should anyone from the back try to interfere. That is until Tyler Jacob's music hits and he walks out with a smug look on his face}

Tyler Jacobs: Look guys….. as you know I'm all about fairness, I'm all about an even battlefield and making sure somebody can have their best chance of winning fair and square. That's why in the interest of Reckoning's fairness, I'm telling your little posse to either hit the bricks…. Or be fired.

Eric Hardy: What a load of crock, when has Jacobs ever been about being fair.

Willy Carter: I have no idea, but he can talk a big game can't he?

{Prophet's friends have no choice to comply and head backstage.}

Just Don't Give A F*** by Eminem blares over the loud speakers and Reckoning steps out to a mixed reaction. He starts walking and dancing to the beat. He turns around and points to the stage along with the beat then claps a few times then points again and a huge pyro shoots down in back of him from the rafters, just missing him as he walks down the ramp. He walks down the ramp to the beat holding his middle fingers up in the air. He runs and jumps through the middle rope. He stands up and points his index,thumb, and middle fingers up on each hand and point to the beat. He runs and jumps on the top rope. He points to the crowd pointing to the beat. He does that on all 4 top ropes and jumps down as the song fades.

Eric Hardy: Well here we go Willy, our only title match of the night, Reckoning challenges Dark Prophet for his championship.

Willy Carter: Should be a good one, both are wanting a win, and Reckoning wants a taste of that gold.

Eric Hardy: Indeed it should.

{Reckoning and Prophet begin circling each other waiting for the first person to make their move. Reckoning comes at Prophet and fakes a grabble and instead lays a knee into the stomach of Prophet that slumps him over. Reckoning takes Prophet's head and hits a running bull dog and then spins up and back to his feet. Prophet rolls over and begins to get up and Reckoning jumps into the air and puts an elbow into the spine of Prophet that sends him face first into the mat again. Reckoning again springs to his feet but just as he's up Prophet is again pushing himself up off the mat. Reckoning waits for Prophet to get to his feet and then comes at him with a clothesline, but Prophet easily catches Reck and hip tosses him down to the mat. Reckoning holds his back and rolls over coming off the mat and Prophet extends his leg and catches Reckoning right in the mouth with the big boot! Prophet reaches down and pulls Reck back to his feet and locks him from behind hitting a pump handle slam and then covering Reckoning as they land. 1….2…. but Reckoning is able to get his shoulder off the mat without too much worry.}

Eric Hardy: After a quick flurry by Reckoning where he was on the attack Prophet has stabilized and is in control at the moment.

Willy Carter: Prophet is one tough character, you can't deny him that.

Eric Hardy: So, true.

{Prophet gets back to his feet and pulls Reckoning up by his hair too. Reckoning takes a wild Swing but Prophet easily ducks it and uses reck's momentum to turn him around and give him a back body drop. Prophet climbs on top of Reckoning but doesn't go for a pin, instead he is in Reck's face and gives him stiff punch after stiff punch. Reckoing takes several punches until Prophet is finally off and reaches down to pull Reckoning back up, but half way up Reckoning takes Prophets chin and places it on top of his head as he jumps to his knees and his a jawbreaker. Prophet stumbles back holding his jaw as he falls against the ropes, Reckoning runs and jumps into the air with a leg lariat and catches prophet in the head again and both men tumble up and over the top rope to the floor below.}

Eric Hardy: Look at that Willy, Reckoning just took himself and Prophet out with that move.

Willy Carter: Reckoning isn't holding anything back right now, and you know what's good about that?

Eric Hardy: What's that?

Willy Carter: That since this is a hardcore match, Reckoning doesn't have to hold anything back.

Eric Hardy: Nice point.

{Reckoning and Prophet use the apron to get back to their feet and Reckoning who comes at Prophet, but Prophet ducks and flips Reckoning up and over to the padding on the outside. Reckoning grabs his back in pain as Prophet reaches under the ring and pulls out a hardback copy of "To Kill a Mockingbird" by Harper Lee. Prophet looks puzzled but as soon as Reckoning starts to get to his feet Prophet throws the book hard and catches Reck right in the stomach and then charges him knocking him back to the floor with a big forearm. }

Willy Carter: A book… why was there a book under there?

Eric Hardy: Don't look at me I have no idea where it came from.

Willy Carter: Gotcha.

Eric Hardy: Quit grilling me Willy, I told you I have no idea where it came from.

Willy Carter: Welllllll moving on… lets get back to the match shall we?

Eric Hardy: I'm not telling you my life story Willy, quit badgering me!

{Prophet during Hardy and Carter's banter has pulled up one of the paddings and exposes the concrete floor below. Reckoning has pulled himself up using the apron and catches Prophet with a low blow kick as he comes back for him. Prophet staggers back holding his goods as Reckoning reaches up taking one of the ropes and springs back on the apron. Reckoning runs and jumps off with a two footed drop kick that catches Prophet right in the face! Prophet falls backwards but misses the concrete that's exposed. Reckoning pulls himself off the padding Prophet uses the ring rails and tries to pull himself up and Reckoning comes up behind him but Prophet gives him a back elbow that has Reckoning holding his face steps back against the apron, Prophet kicks Reckoning in the stomach and then takes him by the head and gives him a suplex that has Prophet and Reckoning landing on the hard concrete. Prophet immediately rolls over on top of Reckoning and covers 1…..2…. but Reckoning kicks out!}

Eric Hardy: Prophet almost had it there.

Willy Carter: I thought it was over that's for sure.

Eric Hardy: A lot of people did, but Reckoning isn't giving up like that.

{Prophet pulls Reckoning back to his feet but gets several punches for his efforts. Prophet takes a step back before coming towards Reckoning who kicks Prophet in the stomach then gets a spinning neckbreaker onto the concrete. Reckoning covers and gets a 1…2… but Prophet kicks out. Prophet pulls himself to his feet as Reckoning reaches under the ring and pulls out a stop sign. He charges at Prophet but Prophet runs under the weapon, Prophet turns around as does Reckoning and Prophet big boots the stop sign right into Reckoning's face. Reckoning is pulled back up and Prophet drags him over to the concrete spot and puts Reck's head between his legs!}

Eric Hardy: No Prophet don't!

Willy Carter: Prophet is going to try and break Reckoning's face with the bonecrusher here!

Eric Hardy: This is sick, somebody don't let this happen.

Willy Carter: They can't stop it Hardy, anything goes.

{Prophet lifts Reckoning hand has him on his shoulder when suddenly the fans boo as Spike Kane runs out of nowhere and jabs a steel chair right into the gut of Prophet, Prophet steps back as Reckoning puts all his weight down and both men come crashing down with Reckoning in a sitting position on Prophet's chest the referee counts 1…..2…..3! Reckoning is the new Xtreme Champion but he takes a steel chair shot hard from behind by Spike Kane! Sexy Jason and JackHammer come running down to the ring as Spike jumps the railing and goes into the crowd to escape.}

Eric Hardy: What in the hell… Spike Kane saved Reckoning and cost Prophet the Xtreme title but then turned his attack to both men!

Willy Carter: Spike Kane is getting out of hand, he's been out of control since he made buddy buddy with Tyler Jacobs.

{{COMMERCIAL BREAK}}

We cut to Chad Lights standing in the interview are with Angel. Angel looks upset and unkempt. Chad holds his microphone up.

Chad: Angel, you've had a pretty trying week, are you fully prepared for this match?

Angel: I wasn't fully read for it the first two times… Why would this time be any different?

Chad: May I ask what your thoughts are going into this match?

Angel: Chad… Like you've said this week has been pretty trying. Since day one I've been looking out for myself. Doing what I needed too, to get to the top. Somewhere along the way I started a family… And somewhere along the way I forgot about them. And as much as it pains me to say it… I can't worry about them right now.

Chad: So your still focused on Xavier Williams and the X-Division Title?

Angel: The quick answer is yes.

Chad: Your not even slightly worried about the repercussions of this match?

Angel: What?

Chad: Your not worried that Falcon may beat you or hold a grudge? That maybe this could be the beginning of the end for the Social Enemies?

Angel: I have one thing on my mind Chad. Xavier Williams. Once I'm all done with him then I will go back and fix everything I've destroyed.

Chad: I see. Then let me ask you this.

Before Chad can finish Xavier Williams, holding his nCw X-Division Title walks onto the set and right up to Angel. Basically getting in his face. Angel continues to look down with Xavier only an inch or so from him. A smirk comes over Xavier's face

Xavier: Stil complaining are you?

Angel: ...

Xavier: Well lookie here, for once, the great Angel is at a loss for words. When, just tell me, when will you get it through your thick skull, that I am holding this title, because of your actions... and no amount of spin you can put on it, can change that. It is a bonafide fact. And ever since then, you have whined and complained... now look at you. You know what, if you pin Falcon's shoulder to the mat, everything he has worked so hard for gets put on hold... he has put his progress on hold, for YOUR ego. I just hope... if you win, you can sleep at night, knowing that once again your actions... screwed somebody ELSE over

Angel looks at Xavier for a few moments.

Angel: I don't know Xavier. I really don't… And to tell you the truth… I don't care anymore… I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you and I met one more time for that belt.

Angel jabs the title on Xavier's shoulder.

Xavier: Don't let me down.

Angel and Xavier get nose to nose as security moves in and slowly separates them. Commercial break.

{{COMMERCIAL BREAK}}

Don't you wanna be meeeee..!??"

(Mr. Showtime emerges from backstage. Walks slowly, letting the crowd take in the awesomeness. He stops, surveying the captive audience. Then raises his arms in greatness as the pyro rain comes down from the Titantron.)

"I see.. the way... you look at me... You envy me... (you envy me..) And it's killing you... (eating you alive) You know it makes me smile.. When I look in the mirror

Thinking how good it is to be king.."

(Mr. Showtime casually walks to the ring, without a care in the world. After all, these people paid to see him, and only him. He slowly walks up the stairs, and enters the ring.)

"And don't you wish you were me.. The King of all you see.. Don't you wish you were me.. It ain't that easy.. Don't think you'll ever be.. Anything a man should be.. Don't you wish you me? Keep dreamin.. You'll never be me!"

(Mr. Showtime walks across the ring to the far turnbuckle. He climbs to the second rope, leans back, and strikes a pose for the fans as pyro rain falls from the ceiling around the ring. He hops down, and waits for his next hapless opponent.)

The lights flash blue and white, and they flicker around the arena following the piano beat. Then a spotlight focuses on the stage and we see a figure at the entrance area

I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag of this weed it gives me the s**t needed to be the most meanest MC on this… on this Earth And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse And just blurt this berserk and bizarre s**t that works And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve all this tension dispensin these sentences Gettin this stress that's been eatin me recently off of this chest and I rest again peacefully…

We then see the man walk out, black hoodie, unzipped, hood up and black skull-mouth bandana over his mouth. and he walks down the ramp, some of the fans are reaching out, some are giving him the finger, but he is looking at the ring with a look of intensity. He walks around the ringside area, still looking into the ring

I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick if you tempt me my tank is on empty… No patience is in me and if you offend me I'm liftin you 10 feet in the air I don't care who is there and who saw me just jaw you Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe I'm tired of all you...

I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me

Xavier hops on the ring apron and slingshots into the ring and hops on the turnbuckle, his arms crossed in an 'X' formation over his chest, as the arena lights stop flickering and a blue spotlight focuses on him. He hops off the ropes and takes the bandana off and tosses it to the side

And I am, whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news everyday I am Radio won't even play my jam Cause I am, whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news everyday I am I don't know it's just the way I am

He takes off his hoodie and starts to bounce around and circling his wrists and he still has a focused on his face.

{The lights dim out as an organ plays a grim and foreboding tune, before a wailing guitar kicks in. Strobe lights flash wildly with the drums as the titantron kicks to life with huge red text saying "PLEASE DO NOT ADJUST YOUR SANITY" just then the full song of Avenged Sevenfold's "Critical Acclaim" hits the speakers. }

"Sssh...quiet you might piss somebody off! LIKE ME MOTHERF*CKER YOU'VE BEEN AT IT FOR TOO LONG! While you feed off others insecurities You stand in front of me and bite the hand that feeds!"

{The Spike Kane logo flashes on the tron and is met with huge boos from the crowd. Spike Kane walks out onto the stage slowly and calmly with a smug grin on his face. }

"(Self-righteousness is wearing thin) Lies inside your head your best friend (Heart bleeds but not for fellow man) Broken glass, your fake reflection"

{Spike makes his way onto the ramp way, smirking at the fans who scream and shout at him as he makes his way towards the ring.}

"I've had enough It's time for something real I don't respect the words you're speaking Gone too far, a clone!"

{Spike climbs up the stairs and walks along he apron, ducking under the ropes and spinning back on himself climbing up the turnbuckle, he extends his arms before thrusting them into an X across his chest. }

"So how does it feel to know that someone's kid in the heart of America Has blood on their hands, fighting to defend your rights? So you can maintain the lifestyle that insults his family's existence Well, where I'm from we have a special salute we aim high in the air Towards all those pompous assholes who spend their days pointing fingers"

{Spike smirks to the crowd as the song reaches a certain point.}

"F*CK YOUUUUUUU!!!"

{Spike drops off the turnbuckles and slowly walks into the middle of the ring, rolling his shoulders and shaking his legs.}

Spike and Xavier looks at each other, then Xavier leaps over the top rope and tosses Showtime in the Corner and he precedes to unleash a flurry of punches and chops, ending it with a standing dropkick, that sends Showtime to the mat. Xavier charges Showtime and he ducks underneath the clothesline and he comes right off the ropes and nails a running forearm smash. Xavier's up and he is down again. And again, and one more for the hell of it. Showtime walks around the ring and sits down in the corner, stalking Xavier, he takes running start and springboards off the ropes behind Xavier and comes off with a Springboard DDT! Xavier is on a knee as Showtime charges with a low dropkick, but Xavier sways away and they are back to standing base

Hardy: It seems Showtime is fighting for survival

Carter: He has to, to survive this assasination

Xavier and Showtime circle each other as they look at each other with anger in their eyes. Showtime comes in for the lockup and Xavier catches him with a punch to the gut and he doubles up, Xavier starts to club the back of Showtime. Xavier throws Showtime into the ropes and Xavier catches him with a HARSH spear to the gut. Showtime is down, cover by Xavier 1 2

…NO kick out by Showtime. Xavier tags in Spike Spike lifts Showtime off the mat and hits a kick to the gut, he goes for a quick snap DDT, but Showtime wraps his leg around Spike, and reverses his way out and catches him with a quick Russian Leg Sweep. Showtime rolls up to his feet and hits the ropes and comes toward Spike, he does a quick go behind, Full nelson locked… DRAGON SUPLEX! And Showtime does a full backflip and lands on his stomach. Spike walks around Showtime, waiting for him to get to his feet. Spike comes off the ropes goes for a shining wizard, and Showtime rolls through and locks on the Boston Crab. Showtime lets go of the le of Spike and locks on a Half Crab and he drives his knee into the back of Spike and he pulls back. Showtime is closing his eyes he is applying so much force, and Spike he struggling to get to the ropes. Spike holds his arm in the air. He might tap…

He just keeps dragging him, he is inching toward the ropes Showtime breaks the hold and he just starts to stomp the back of Spike. Spike makes it to a knee and he is now favoring his back. Showtime starts to kick the back of Spike; he is still tries to make it to his feet. Showtime runs toward the ropes and comes running forward with a running Yakuza kick. Spike falls into the ropes and bounces off and Showtime floors him with a European Uppercut. Showtime mounts the turnbuckles…

Hardy: And he is like a house ablaze

He leaps and... SPIKE SPEARS HIM OUT OF MID-AIR! Spike rolls to the corner and tags Xavier into the match. Xavier ducks under a right and Xavier charges in and Showtime counters with a quick go behind and he looks the waist of Xavier, Xavier stomps the foot of Showtime and he leaps back and catches him with a quick head scissors, he then hits the ropes and catches Showtime with a front dropkick flush in the face. Xavier hits the ropes again he goes for another dropkick, but he just steps away and Xavier eats canvas. Showtime begins to stomp away at the back of Xavier and he quickly locks in a STF, then into a Crossface, but Xavier manages to squirm to the ropes.

Carter: Showtime is showing guts

Hardy: They might be splattered all over after this match

Showtime stands up and Xavier does the same. Showtime raises his hand, looking for a test of strength, Xavier is skeptical but he obliges anyway and locks up, they two begin to try to gain an advantage, he drops to his back, pulling Xavier forward, he uses his feet to toss Xavier into the air and he quickly locks on the body scissors. Xavier lets our a few groan as Showtime applies the vice grip. Xavier tries to make his way out of the hold but he cant seem top break Showtime's hold. He fires off some shots to Showtime, but Showtime pulls his body close, the ref asks Xavier if he gives up and Xavier gives an emphatic, "NO!", he then slaps the ear of Showtime and he quickly lets go of the hold, and Xavier rolls out of the ring trying to regain some composure.

Hardy: I don't believe what I am seeing

Xavier walks around the ringside area and he rolls back into the ring, Showtime is leaning against the ropes, holding his ear, trying to regain some feeling back. Xavier hits the ropes and runs toward Xavier and he goes for a running kick, but Showtime hops up and catches him with a reverse Atomic Drop and goes for a DDT, but before he can snap it off, Spike comes from behind with a backcracker! The ref tells Spike to leave, but he tells him to "F-k Off". Xavier lifts Showtime in the air and Spike mounts the turnbuckle and Powerbomb/Legdrop combo hits! They bypass the cover and Xavier locks in a reverse Indian Deathlock, and tells Spike to mount the ropes again. Xavier pulls back the arms of Showtime and he STOMPS THE HEAD OF SHOWTIME! Xavier leaves Showtime's body as Spike stalks him to get up. Showtime is barely able to stand

Showtime is up. SUPERFAST SUPER KICK!!! He stumples intot he waiting arms of Xavier… Georgia Scorcher hits! Spike picks him off the mat and he nails a picture perfect Spike Impailer, and Spike places his boot on the chest of Showtime… 1… 2… 3!

Eric Hardy: The social distortion has done….. those damn bastards…

Willy Carter: Just a case of Tyler Jacobs again imposing his will and doing what he thinks is "right" for the company… pathetic.

Eric Hardy: Showtime fought for his life, but it was just too much for him here tonight.

{After the match has happen. Blow Me Away plays on the PA, the fans look towards the ramp as JackHammer and Dark Prophet come out from the back. JackHammer has a 20 foot chain in his hand while Dark Prophet has a baseball bat wrapped in barb wire. Xavier comes running at them, JackHammer then swings the chain hitting Xavier in the face with it. DP then slides in the ring and nails Spike in the back with the bat. JackHammer wraps the chain around his fist and blasts Xavier with it in the head. DP nails Spike in the head with the bat. JackHammer slides Xavier into the ring. Both Xavier and Spike are bleeding. JackHammer picks Xavier up and grabbing him by the throat giving him the Earth Tremble. JackHammer then picks up Spike and irish whips Spike towards DP, DP nails Spike with an Off the Wall spear. JackHammer and Dark Prophet then leave the ring and nod to Mr.Showtime as they head to the back.}

{{COMMERCIAL BREAK}}

The lights go out in the arena then Praise by Sevendust begins to blare over the sound system. about 10 seconds into the song You see John Anthony emerge from the curtin followed by Armelli. He walks out and crosses his arms and stops at the top of the ramp then pyro shoots off behind him As the Pyro is shooting off Armelli is pointing at Anthony. He then walks to the ring with his arms at his side followed by Armelli.

Amber Ashe: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, on his way to the ring, accompanied by Jason Armelli, weighing 256 pounds...he is THE MACHINE...JOHN ANTHONY!

When he gets to the apron and he stands there for a few seconds before jumping on the apron. You see Armelli walking up steps and walks through the ropes. Before Anthony steps through the ropes he wipes his feet off. He gets in the ring takes his sun glasses off and throws them to the crowd. He walks to each of the turnbuckles raising his arms high in the air. As Anthony is going to each turnbuckle Armelli is talking to the ref. Anthony steps down and walks to the far corner waiting for the bell to sound.

Hardy: Will Jason be able to break his losing streak here tonight?

Carter: John better hope Ace has ring rust, because I don't think he can win here tonight...

*The arena lights dim as a white stallion gallops on screen and rears majestically naying, the image morphs into a caged tiger roaring before the opening flute and violin play. The Ace appears on stage and outstretches his arms as huge flame pyros erupt either side of the ramp and cards begin to fall from the rafters as the lyrics to 'Face To Face' by Siouxsie & The Banshees kick in. Kathy crawls up through his legs and hisses like a cat. She snakes her way up his side to her feet and the odd couple make their way down the ramp through the falling cards as the lights flash red and purple.

Amber Ashe: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Kathleen Conway-Jones, from Birmingham, England weighing 246 pounds...THE ACE!

The Ace walks up the steel steps and through the ropes to the centre of the ring as Kathy crawls in behind him and again through his legs as he outstretches his arms. Kathy gets to her feet infront of him and turns around to lick him on the cheek and the two share a moment of unbroken eye contact as the music fades...*

Hardy: The Ace returns to action here tonight with his brand new bride by his side...

Carter: I just don't understand the attraction...

Kathy leaves the ring and the opening bell sounds as the two men meet in the centre of the ring, John talk some smack but The Ace just arrogantly smirks. John takes a step back and hits The Ace with a knife edge chop across the chest as the crowd 'wooo!' Ace responds with a knife edge chop of his own much to the same response...this goes back and forth a few times before The Ace gets the upper hand and decides to do a little strut as John clutches his chest. The woos quickly turn to boos as The Ace winks at Kathy on the outside as she licks her lips...

Hardy: The Ace doesn't seem too concerned right now...

Carter: Maybe he should be...

John grabs Ace by the arm and spins him around before scooping him up in a side walk slam as the crowd cheer...

Carter: See I told you...

Kathy hops up on the apron trying to distract the referee, but John spots this and goes over to try and stop her, meanwhile The Ace nips back up to his feet and upon seeing this Kathy hops back down...John Anthony turns around only to be nailed square in the jaw with a superkick...John goes through the ropes to the outside from the impact, landing right infront of Kathy who seems startled and begins to stomp him...

Hardy: That damn Kathy!

Carter: She's got some fire in her!

The crowd are booing. Jason runs around the ring to try and help John but Kathy slaps him hard across the face. John looks like he is going to attack Kathy from behind as she is hissing at Jason who is backing off, but The Ace leaps over the top rope right onto Jason, saving his wife...Kathy takes a few steps back as the referee begins to count for both men...

Hardy: Whether you love Ace or you hate him, you can't deny the man's athleticism....

1...2....3....4....The Ace is first to his feet....5....6....He drags John to his feet and quickly whips him into the steel steps...7...8...John cracks his knee on the steel as he tumbles over the steps...The Ace slides back in at the count of 9 to break the count and out again...

Carter: Veteran instincts by The Ace here to break the count...

Hardy: I think he just wants to hurt John some more...

The Ace walks over to John who is on the floor grimacing in pain, and holding his knee, The

Ace stomps on the knee laughing as the crowd boo....1....2....3....The Ace turns to the crowd and does a crotch chop as the referee is yelling at Ace to get back in the ring...before resuming his count....4....5....The Ace drags John to his feet and rolls him under the bottom rope before getting back into the ring himself...Jason is still clutching his right knee...

Carter: That knee is like a big bullseye now...

Hardy: And you never want to give a man like Ace that kind of advantage...

The Ace grabs John's right leg and flips him over onto his stomach, before applying a single leg boston crab as John yells out in pain...

Crowd: ANTHONY! ANTHONY! ANTHONY!

Carter: The Executioner of The Empire is executing a perfect game plan here...no pun intended...

Hardy: John Anthony may have no choice but to tap out here...

John begins to crawl slowly, slowly towards the ropes trying to fight the pain...he reaches out, but can't quite get the ropes...John crawls a little more and tries again, this time he has got them as the crowd cheer...the referee tells Ace to let go...Ace shakes his head, forcing the referee to begin the count...1...2...3....4...Ace finally releases but begins to argue with the referee....Kathy sees this as her chance to get involved again and tries to slap John across the face as he is using the ropes to get himself up, but John grabs her arm, and yells at her...The Ace sees this and tries to go over to save his wife, but John lets her go and instead elevates The Ace up over the ropes, dumping him to the outside right infront of Kathy and buying himself some much needed time to recover...

Hardy: And this time its Ace who ends up on the outside...

Carter: It looks like the tables may have turned here...

The referee begins his count as John tries to shake some feeling back into his leg. 1...2....3....4....A concerned Kathy checks on her husband as he looks a little woozy stumbling back to his feet...5....6....The Ace shakes his head before sliding back into the ring....this time John doesn't allow him any breathing room and begins stomping on his back as seen as he gets back in...

Hardy: The Machine may have just been fired up here...

Carter: You may be right...

John drags The Ace in to the ring and goes to lock in The End Of Life on The Ace in the middle of the ring, not wasting a moment of this opportunity...

Hardy: Could this be it? Will Ace be the one to tap out!

Carter: What an upset that would be?

Once again Kathy hops up on the apron as her husband is screaming in pain to distract the referee....John gets frustrated just as it looks as if The Ace was ready to tap and releases the hold to try and get the referee to focus on the match. Meanwhile The Ace slowly gets back to his feet and kicks the back of John's injured knee. John instantly collapses as the crowd boo. Kathy backs off as The Ace drags John by his injured leg back to the centre of the ring, this time he stomps on the inner thigh a few times before letting out a 'WOOO!' and locking in a Figure 4 Leg-Lock...the crowd are booing like crazy as John is screaming in pain...

Hardy: That's going to do John's injured leg no favours...

Carter: I've heard that hurts like hell even when you're not injured, I can't imagine what it feels like now...

John taps out almost immediately, but The Ace keeps the hold locked in even as Amber Ashe is announcing him as the winner....

Amber Ashe: Here is your winner by submission....THE ACE!

Hardy: Let him go, you won your damn match!

Carter: Why don't you go stop him, Hardy!

Jason Armelli enters the ring as does Kathy, she kicks Jason in the balls and lifts hip up before dropping him with the Kat Nap as The Ace finally releases the hold...he laughs as he whispers something into Kathy's ear...she licks his cheek in response before geting out of the ring and grabbing a steel chair from ringside...the crowd are booing immensely....as she enters the ring with the chair in hand....

Hardy: Oh lord what now?

Carter: I don't know but it can't be good...

The Ace pulls John to his feet as Kathy drops the chair. The couple apply a double front face lock to John before dropping him face first into the chair with a double Ace-Plant! The crowd are booing mercilessly as 'Face To Face' hits and Kathy jumps into her husband's arms and they share a long passionate kiss...

Carter: Well John certainly collided face to face with that chair...

Hardy: That double Ace-Plant was sick, but this is even sicker...

The Ace breaks the kiss and motions for a microphone with Kathy still on his hip. He gets tossed one, which she catches and hands to him...the music is cut as The Ace raises the microphone to his lips...

The Ace: Last week we put you on notice that The Conway-Jones Era had begun...this week you just witnessed another casualty...all you piddly asses in the back who think you can oppose us...take note...now we run the show!

The Ace drops the microphone and the couple kiss again as 'Face To Face' resumes and we cut to commercial...

{{COMMERCIAL BREAK}}

There is a certain buzz in the air as this has been a night full of excitement, come backs, and possible double crosses. The only thing that could be better is the match we are about to see. Everyone seems to know what's about to happen, but then again we never know.

Eric Hardy: Fans, welcome back to Collision.

Willy Carter: Is it time?

Eric Hardy: It's time.

Willy Carter: Would you like the honors?

Eric Hardy: I would, thank you. Our next was set up by our dear Tyler Jacobs in his ever increasing effort at putting Angel down. If Angel wins he gets his rematch with Xavier Williams for the X-Division Championship. The catch, he has to defeat long time friend and foe, and most recently one of the members of the Social Enemies. He has to go through Falcon.

Willy Carter: Falcon, a man who has been busting his ass from day one, now stands here at a cross roads. To defeat Angel would guarantee him his shot at JFK. To lose would mean he has to wait another month before getting the title shot all of our fans think he deserves.

Eric Hardy: Truly this is going to be a hard match for both competitors. Ethically and other wise.

Willy Carter: As we already saw, Angel is determined to win. I'm not so sure about Falcon. I think he may be second guessing himself and his intentions.

Eric Hardy: It's hard to tell. What I can say is this, the two of them nearly killed each other in a cage match at A Night to Remember.

Willy Carter: Ironically that match was for a shot at the X-Division Championship.

Eric Hardy: You are correct Willy. This time it's for so much more.

The lights go out and the fans begin to scream. Superstition, now add Jealousy.

Dragula by Rob Zombie starts to play, the fans go even crazier. A spot light shines on the stage, and Angel is now standing there in the fabled "Jesus" pose. Smoke rises up from the floor around him. Strobe lights begin flashing all over the arena. The fans in attendance screaming for their Dark Hero. A large blast of fire pyro erupts from the stage in front of him and on the sides of him.

Dead, I am the one Exterminating son Slipping through the trees strangling the breeze

As he takes his first few steps a wall of flames erupts out of the floor behind him. Angel walks, determined, to the ring with a somewhat somber look on his face. A few fans hands reach out to him as he goes down the ramp, the wall of flames still burning behind him.

Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry While they slowly turn, conquering the worm

He reaches the apron, Angel looks around then heads up the steps, all the while keeping his eyes on the ground.

Dig through the ditches And burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula!

(Happens during chorus.)Once on the apron Angel climbs to the top rope on the outside and once again throws his arms out and his head back in the "Jesus" pose. The fans begin an "Angel" chant, roaring about their "Savior." After about five seconds he climbs over and jumps down into the ring. He stays in the corner he jumped down from, and lowers his head, his shoulder length braids covering his face. The lights come back on as the music dies. Angel awaits his match.

Eric Hardy: Angel is in that ring and he is ready to go.

Willy Carter: This happens allot with this man, but Falcon appears to be the underdog in this match.

Eric Hardy: I don't think Falcon would have it any other way.

Willy Carter: Maybe not. But he is definitely not the odds on favorite here. Angel has nothing left to lose except his friendship, and he doesn't really seem to care about that.

Eric Hardy: The Social Enemies are all that stands between the Social Distortion and total chaos in nCw. Hopefully they can do this match and get back to battling Tyler Jacobs and his motley crew.

Willy Carter: Hopefully they can both survive.

(Smoke filters up from the exit to the back. The song begins with that all familiar drum pattern.)

"Uhnhhuunhhhuhhnnaaa..." "Let's FIGHT!"

(Falcon emerges from the smoke as the dual guitars blast sonic waves into the arena. He runs to the left on the stage, throwing his hands up, urging the crowd to their feet.)

"We're face to face.." "Loyalty.. is what.. I need.. to see from you.." "You're insecure.." "I can see the fear that breeds in your heart.."

(He runs back to the right, feeling the energy and feeding off it. More gestures, the crowd is near frenzied by this point.)

"Where will you run" "Where will you hide" "I see the blood" "Drip from your eyes" "Lets get it on" "And we'll fight!"

(He runs back to the center, then down the ramp. Sliding nimbly into the ring, moving to the corner and leaping from the canvas to the top turnbuckle.)

"I know who you are." "The Leader of lost souls." "You can't kill me.. I'm Immortal.."

(He drops down, moving to the ropes on no particular side, and standing on them, half on the bottom, half on the middle, arm raised in the devil horns.)

"I'm not afraid to die." "My soul will travel on." "You can't kill me.. I'm IMMORRRTTTAAALLL.."

Eric Hardy: Here they both are.

Willy Carter: So here we go.

Falcon and Angel meet in the middle of the ring. Falcon reaches out with his right hand. Angel looks at him for a moment then takes it in his and they shake. The two back off and the ref rings the bell. Right away they both lock up in the center of the ring. Each one trying to over power the other. Falcon grabs Angel in a side head lock but Angel quickly lifts him up and drops Falcon on his back. The two get right back up to their feet and lock up in a test of strength. Angel starts to over power Falcon when Falcon grabs Angel's right arm and wraps it around his back. Angel jumps and pushes off the second rope knocking Falcon onto his back. Angel quickly rolls back up to his feet. Falcon does the same.

Eric Hardy: These two know each other too well.

Willy Carter: I just want to know who is going to be the first to take this match to the next level.

Eric Hardy: I can guess.

Willy Carter: You'd probably be right.

Angel and Falcon both approach one another again, but almost like a flash of lighting Angel spears Falcon and drops him on his back. Angel begins unloading right and left hands into Falcon's face. Falcon is trying to block them but he just can't. Angel is unrelenting. Falcon swings his legs up and grabs Angel by the shoulder pulling him down on his back and pinning him.

One, T KICKOUT!

Angel rolls backwards out of the pin attempt and drop kicks Falcon in the face.

Eric Hardy: Nice move there.

Willy Carter: Falcon had him there for a second.

Eric Hardy: Maybe. Angel is pretty experienced.

Willy Carter: It just goes back to these two knowing each other so well.

Eric Hardy: You got that right.

Falcon and Angel are both up. Angel throws a big right hand, Falcon ducks it and grabs Angel with a Rock Bottom to a big pop from the fans. Falcon gets right up and gestures for a Peoples Elbow before running over and leaping to the top rope. He looks down and points. Falcon comes flying off the top with an Elbow but he wasted too much time as Angel raises both his feet and Falcon comes crashing down chin first on Angel's heels. Falcon lands hard and crumbles onto his side. Angel rolls over and pushes himself up. Angel is to his feet. Falcon gets up himself. Angel sprints at Falcon. Falcon side steps, Angel runs up the ropes and comes flying off with the Wrath of God, crashing right back into Falcon. Angel goes for the pin.

One, Two, Th KICK OUT!

Eric Hardy: That was phenomenal. Angel literally almost had this match won.

Willy Carter: He's going to have to do allot more than almost beat Falcon.

Eric Hardy: You got that right, but I doubt he's going to stop there.

Willy Carter: Falcon is pretty resilient.

Eric Hardy: They both are.

Angel is a little slower to his feet this time as Falcon is only just getting off his back. Angel starts to climb the ropes. Falcon is almost up. Angel is on the top, he turns around. Falcon looks up just as Angel comes off the top rope with a flying hurricanranna. Falcon gets flung across the ring. Falcon uses the momentum to roll onto his heels. Angel is up and runs at Falcon. Angel leaps and grabs Falcon with a tornado DDT. Angel goes for a pin.

One, Tw KICK OUT!

Eric Hardy: Quickening up the pace here.

Willy Carter: Fascinating match.

Angel has Falcon by the head, Angel whips Falcon into the ropes, Falcon springboards off the ropes and lands a reverse DDT on Angel. The fans pop loud for that move. Falcon gets up, and spring boards off the ropes again with a leg drop. He gets up and Falcon is going a little faster now and leaps to the top rope. Falcon comes off the top with a moonsault. Falcon goes for a pin now.

One, Two, KICK OUT!

Falcon is up right away. Angel starts to get up, but Falcon hits Angel right in the face with a spinning wheel kick. Then he goes to the ropes and Falcon spring boards off the ropes with a lionsault. Falcon is up and he goes to the top rope again. Falcon is setting up a Swanton Bomb. Angel jumps to his feet, runs at the ropes, springs off the top and lands an enzigiri sending Falcon flying to the outside. Falcon crashes into the guard rails and drops to the ground. Angel is leaning on the ropes catching his breath. Angel starts to climb to the top. Falcon is barely moving as he is still draped on the guard rail. The ref is counting. 1, 2, 3, 4, Angel is on the top rope. 5, 6. Angel dives off the rope looking for a leg drop across Falcon's back on the guard rail. Falcon moves, Angel crashes on the rails himself. The fans are shocked and worried.

Eric Hardy: Angel could have just broken his leg.

Willy Carter: I hope not, but that would be good for Falcon if he did. Right now the two seem evenly matched.

Eric Hardy: Falcon is checking on Angel.

Willy Carter: Putting his friends first.

Eric Hardy: Which is a mistake as Angel just grabbed Falcon and rammed his head into the guard rails.

Falcon grabs his face, Angel stands up on the guard rails and flies off the rails with a super kick knocking Falcon into the apron. The ref has restarted his ten count. 1,2. Angel holds his leg as he stands up. 3,4. Falcon is still on his feet. 5,6. Falcon goes at Angel who lands a drop toe hold, sending Falcon face first into the steel steps. 7,8. Angel roles in and roles out. 1,2. Angel pulls Falcon up and roles him into the ring.

Eric Hardy: Angel wants to win by pinfall.

Willy Carter: Or he doesn't want to cheapen the win.

Angel climbs in the ring, favoring his leg slightly. Falcon starts to get up. Angel grabs his head. Falcon lands a stiff kick to Angel's mid section then delivers the Aerial Spike. The pin.

One, Two, Three!

Eric Hardy: Angel kicked out right at three.

Willy Carter: The ref is signaling a two count.

Eric Hardy: My god that was close.

Willy Carter: Falcon looks flustered.

Eric Hardy: Well he had the match won, or so he thought.

Angel is getting up, Falcon lands a twist of fate. Falcon goes out onto the apron and climbs to the top. Angel is still down. Falcon comes flying off the top rope with a swanton bomb.

Eric Hardy: Falcon just landed a beautiful Swanton Bomb. Will this be enough to put Angel away.

Willy Carter: Maybe.

Falcon pins.

One, Two, Three!

Eric Hardy: NO!!!!

Willy Carter: IT WAS SO CLOSE!

Eric Hardy: Angel kicked out again. Where is he getting the strength from?

Willy Carter: His hatred for pretty much everyone is probably driving him forward.

Eric Hardy: Something is pushing this guy.

Falcon looks like he isn't sure what to do. Angel is slowly getting up now. Falcon goes off the ropes. As he comes back Angel leaps with a spinning heel kick and drops Falcon. Angel looks a little worn out. Falcon starts to get up. Angel lands a kick and grabs Falcon with a DDT. Falcon roles onto his back. Angel is also on his back. The ref begins a count.

Eric Hardy: Both of these men are just worn out.

Willy Carter: Angel has taken a real beating at the hands of Falcon.

Eric Hardy: But he has managed to fight back everytime.

Willy Carter: He certainly has.

Eric Hardy: What are they going to do next, or is it all over right here?

Willy Carter: I think they'll get up.

1,2,3,4,5,6,7… Angel is getting up. 8…Falcon is getting up…9… Both men are up. Angel lands a right hand. Falcon lands a right hand. Angel, right hand. Falcon right hand. The two exchange again. They both turn and go off the ropes, they both come back with a double clothes line, both going back to the mat. Angel doesn't stay down this time as he starts to pull himself up on the ropes. Falcon gets up. Falcon goes off the ropes and comes at Angel, Angel grabs him with a back body drop over the top rope, Falcon lands on the apron, Angel drops Falcon neck first across the top rope and Falcon springs off and onto the matted floor.

Eric Hardy: The determination here is astounding.

Willy Carter: The two of them are truly talented.

Eric Hardy: The two of them are crazy.

Angel runs at the ropes and runs up them, from there he jumps looking for a 450 splash to the outside. Angel comes crashing down on top of Falcon on the outside. All at the same time the crowd starts a "HOLY s**t!" chant. The ref goes to the outside to check on them. Angel is already getting up. An "ANGEL!" chant now starts. Falcon grabs the apron and pulls himself back into the ring. Angel pushes the ref away and walks up the steps. Angel climbs up the ropes. Falcon runs at the ropes, he jumps to the top and grabs Angel, Angel and himself come flying off the top with a T-Bone Suplex. The two crashing on the canvas below.

Eric Hardy: Tremendous.

Willy Carter: Amazing.

Eric Hardy: These two are just giving it their all.

Willy Carter: Falcon once again showing why you should never consider him the under dog.

Eric Hardy: Falcon is easily Angel's equal. Why someone would think that Angel had this match won is crazy.

Willy Carter: The whole point of the match was just to put a wedge between the two.

Eric Hardy: Best way to do it. Put them at each other's throats.

The two of them are exhausted. Angel and Falcon get to their feet at the same time. Angel grabs his head, Falcon does the same. The two begin to punch wildly again. Falcon gets the upper hand with a knee to Angel's gut. Falcon then lands a Russian Leg Sweep. Falcon rolls over and gets back to his feet. Falcon heads for the corner. Angel gets up. Falcon is just about on the top rope when Angel comes up behind him and German Suplexs him off the top ropes.

Eric Hardy: They just keep going back and forth.

Willy Carter: Neither one gets the advantage for very long.

They both start to stand. Falcon begins to head to the ropes again. Angel goes off the ropes nearest to him and runs at Falcon, Falcon senses the attack and back flips nailing Angel with a Pele kick right in the dead center of his forhead.

Eric Hardy: Pure athleticism by Falcon.

Willy Carter: Or desperation.

Falcon slowly gets to his feet. Angel starts to get up now. Falcon heads to the corner again. Angel is almost to his feet. Falcon climbs up the ropes. Angel looks over. Falcon is on the top rope. Angel clothes lines Falcon's right leg. Falcon drops down on the turn buckle. The crowd lets out a collective "OWWW!" Angel takes Falcon's leg and swings it over so Falcon is seated on the turn buckle. Angel goes out on the apron and climbs to the top. Angel wraps his arm around Falcon's head, the two of them go flying off the top rope, Angel landing a picture perfect Heaven's Fury Bull Dog. Angel pins.

One, Two, Three!

Eric Hardy: HOLY CHRIST! FALCON KICKED OUT!

Willy Carter: HOW!?

Eric Hardy: The ref is confirming the two count.

Willy Carter: I don't believe it.

Eric Hardy: Neither do I. It's just… Impossible.

Willy Carter: How do they go on?

Eric Hardy: Pure heart…

Willy Carter: Falcon kicked out with nothing more than reflex.

Eric Hardy: That's gotta be all he has left.

Falcon is still laid out. Angel gets to his feet and stumbles to the ropes. Angel steps out onto the apron. Falcon is starting to wake up now. Angel waits on the apron catching his breathe.

Willy Carter: What is he doing?

Eric Hardy: I'm not sure… I had heard Angel had a new finisher in his arsenal.

Willy Carter: Could this be it?

Eric Hardy: I don't know. Angel is just waiting on the apron.

Falcon begins to stand up with his back to Angel. Angel leans back, he jumps, he spring boards off the top rope, flying across the ring, grabbing Falcon from behind with one of the most devastating Backstabber's in the history of wrestling. AKA, The Revelations.

Eric Hardy: THAT'S IT! THE REVELATIONS!

Angel goes for the pin. One, Two, Three!

Willy Carter: Angel has defeated Falcon again.

Eric Hardy: These two men brought each other to their absolute limit.

Willy Carter: And it all paid off for Angel in the end.

Eric Hardy: Angel gets what he wants, and hopefully Falcon can move on.

Willy Carter: One way or the other, Xavier Williams has his hands full now.[color=red]

Dragula begins to play. Angel is still laying on the mat. Falcon is out cold. The ref is checking on them both. Angel starts to stir. He roles over and checks on Falcon. Falcon comes too. Angel pulls him to his feet. Falcon and Angel stare at each other for several moments. Angel reaches out with his right hand. Falcon grabs Angel and hugs him. The two raise each others arms and the fans erupt with a "Thank you!" chant. Angel and Falcon stand together in the ring as we head to commercial.

{{COMMERCIAL BREAK}}

Cars by Fear Factory begins to play as Dante Cross steps out onto the Stage, He is holding a briefcase in his hand as he makes his way down.

Here in my car ,I feel safest of all ,I can lock all my doors ,It's the only way to live, In cars

Dante Cross: Please Cut my music now, I have something important to discuss, and I want your full and undivided attention….Now the first order of business is this…After what happened last week, I am making the Main Event at Picture Perfect….Because at Picture Perfect Lance Ryan will be defending the nCw World Championship in a three way match…In one corner. Will be the reigning and defending Champion Lance Ryan.

There is a loud pop for the mention of Lance Ryan.

Dante Cross: His opponent will be, the man who has earned his Title Shot several times over….Steve Awesome. The fans go into a frenzy of boos as Steve Awesome named is said. And his other opponent…if he can even make it to Picture Perfect will be Trent Helms. Trent also receives a loud pop, very close to the size of Ryan's. Speaking of Trent Helms…I would like you to come out here right now…

SO KISS ME GOODBYE, HONEY I'M GOING TO MAKE IT OUT ALIVE, SO KISS ME GOODBYE, I CAN SEE THE VENOM IN THEIR EYES. OH I'M READY FOR IT, COME ON BRING IT OH I'M READY FOR IT, COME ON BRING IT OH I'M READY FOR IT, COME ON BRING IT.

Trent finally emerges out on the stage, wearing a Ramones T-Shirt, carrying the nCw Tag Team Title over his shoulder.

Dante Cross: Now Trent, I have some important business to intend to, so I want this to go as quickly and smoothy as possible, and remember, while I may of allowed you to be in the Three Way Dance at the Pay Per View, I can change that at any time and remove you from the match….

Trent simply shrugs as Dante begins to open the briefcase as the camera zooms in on it, Dante quickly pops it open, and inside is the other half of the nCw Tag Team Title, you can see that the name tag for Adam Knite has been removed already.

Dante Cross: Now….since Adam Knite has became suspended…It would seem we would have a problem, considering you hold one half of the nCw Tag Team Titles., and yet the other half of your tag team is unable to defend the titles, so I have two choices….One….I can Strip you of your Title, or allow you to pick a replacement partner….You know which one it's going to be?

Trent mouths something to Dante Cross…

Dante Cross: No it's not that Option, because as of right now….THE NCW TAG TEAM TITLES ARE BEING HELD UP AND VACANTED!

Trent doesn't seem to happy what so ever, and the crowd is also not too happy with the Decesion.

Dante Cross: So Quickly Hand over your part of the championship, Or I will also take away your Main Event at Picture Pefect.

Trent removes the nCw Tag Team Title from his shoulder and looks at it…..Dante holds out his arms, to take the Tag Team Title, when Trent snatches the Mircophone from Dante Cross hands.

Trent Helms: So you want to take away my Championship, and make bold threats at me…now granted you do hold the power to take that away from me…But what would stop me, from knocking your hairplugs out of your head, and dragging you down to the ring and giving you so many Close Encounters of the Six Hundred and Thirty Kind's…to the point, you're unable.to speak or able…To even lift a pencil.

Dante backs up slightly…knowing that Trent may be capable of doing so…

Trent Helms: So you're taking away my title…Take It then….I'll be getting a new Championship in a couple of weeks…

Trent takes on last look at the Tag Team Title, and then forcefully shoves it into Dante chest…before walking off….Dante looks flustered and adjusts his tie, before regaining his composure and begins walking towards the Ring, as he gets close to it, He motions over towards Amber Ashe, who quickly comes over to him, He begins to say something to her….She nods.

Amber Ashe: Ladies and Gentleman, The Following Match is the 10 Man, Over The Top Rope Battle Royal, where the rules are, you have to toss your opponent over the Top Rope, and both feet have to hit the floor.

Dante says something else to Ashe, who takes it all in..

Amber Ashe: And the Winner of the Match, will be awarded the nCw Tag Team Championships, and will be allowed to select the partner of their choice.

I'm to sexy for my shirt.. Sexy Jason comes out from the curtain. He points to his abs. You can hear him saying I'm buff and I'm the stuff as he walks to the ring. He slides underneath the bottom rope. He goes to a turnbuckle stands on it and points to his abs and the crowds says Its not sexy unless Sexy Jason says so! He jumps off the turnbuckle and goes to a second turnbuckle, he stands on it points to his abs and the crowd says Its not sexy unless Sexy Jason says so! He jumps down and get ready for his match

Eric Hardy: Well Dante Cross dropped a bombshell on us just now, as he has stripped Trent Helms and Adam Knite of the Tag Team Championships, and will allow the winner of this match to lay claim to the vacanted nCw Tag Team Championships, with a partner of their choosing.

Willy Carter: And Sexy Jason is the first entrant in this match, one have to believe if himself or Reckoning were to win this match, they would choose each other as Tag Team Partners.

Eric Hardy: It would seem that way, I would have to say, with what is at stake, both them men would have to stand to be the favorites to become the new Tag Team Champions.

Willy Carter: But what shape will Reckoning be in, after that grueling Hardcore Match with Dark Prophet?

The arena is still buzzing from the night's events, the hubbub of the crowd settling slightly, the audience waiting for the next event.

Then suddenly a drumline rips out through the PA, lights in the arena flashing, the Tron showing Jack as he stands, grinning confidently, occasionally strobing with his name in bold letters. A lairy British voice can be heard shouting out over it, the drums still crashing away.

Eric Hardy: Here comes Jack Hammond…Anyways Fans, we will have to go to Commercial, We will be back in a few minutes to see this Ten Man Battle Royal.

{{Commercial Break}}

We Come back from Commercial as Ten Thousand Fists by Distrubed is already playing as Jackhammer, is now entering the ring, which is filled up with himself, Sexy Jason, Jack Hammond, Reckoning, Mr. Showtime, Talon, Rob Diamond and Dark Tiger. Willy Carter: This man has to be the favorite look at him, He's Big, He's Mean, and he looks pissed off, and in a match like this, that give him the advantage. Eric Hardy: Yeah, You're right, there is only one person in this match who can match size with this Man Jackhammer, that being Dark Tiger.

Down by 311 Begins to play as the Arena turns dark, as Ricky Johnson appears from the back, He taunts for several moments, seeming to be a little happy for once as he points towards the back, and for the first time in several months, Roxi Jamison appears, as she walks Ricky down to ringside, as he quickly slides into the ring.

Eric Hardy: And here is the man, who tonight if he can win the battle Royal, can make History…He could become the first wrestler in nCw history to win Three Separate Championships

Willy Carter: And I'm sure he would love to do it, for his Lady Roxi.

Eric Hardy: So that is Nine Superstars we have in the ring, but who is the returning Superstar for this match?

he Nine Men are waiting in the ring, as the lights turn out…and a spotlight focuses on the Stage…As Amber Ashe begins to read something from a card.

Amber Ashe: Ladies and Gentleman, the Final Entrant in this match…..He's Hot!

The view switches to Ricky Johnson who slaps his forehead in Disbelief as if he knows who it's going to be.

Amber Ashe: He's Messy….And He Tastes Great….

Amber Ashe looks at Dante Cross who is sitting at ringside, like she is questioning something written on the card, You hear her say…do I have to say that, Dante nods…

Amber Ashe: In Your Mouth

Suba-ra-shi chin chin mono Kintama no kame aru Sore no oto saru bo bo Iie! Ninja ga imasuuuuuuuu Hey hey let's go kenka suru Taisetsu na mono protect my balls! Boku ga warui so let's fighting... Let's fighting love! Let's fighting love! Kono uta chotto baka wa Wake ga wakaranai Eigo ga mecha-kucha Daijobu - we do it all the time! Hey hey let's go! Kenka suru-

Bukkake Man emerges on the Stage as Ricky Johnson is still in disbelief, The Camera switches to Roxi at Ringside, who is sort of just laughing to herself, as Bukkake man gets to the ring…He waves at Roxi, who still laughing at him…As soon as he slides in, The Bell rings, and Ricky Johnson looks ready to pounce, when Suddenly the Beverly Hills Cop Theme begins to play, as Ricky stops in his tracks, the other eight men are looking around like what the hell is going on. Norman Dafoe is seen counting the number of wrestlers in the ring, thinking maybe he forgotten someone as Bukkake Man begins to look around, as several members of the audience begin clapping…

Eric Hardy: Seriously what the hell is going on.

Suddenly Bukkake Man begins to dance, as Ricky Johnson just folds his arms and simply laughs, as Bukkake begins to clap as he moves around the ring, the other wrestlers in the match are also trying to hold back laughing, as Bukkake Man dances towards Ricky Johnson before grabbing his arms and giving him a Hammerlock, Ricky is just stunned as he can't believe this is going on doing an actual match, Bukkake releases the Hammerlock and taunts Ricky, who just Slaps Bukkake, turning him completely around, Ricky finally decides to give Bukkake a German Suplex, however he blocks it, and still somehow dancing manages to break the hip lock. Dark Tiger it seems has had enough and wants some action, as he comes over and clubs Bukkake Man in the back, before throwing him off the ropes, Dark Tiger goes to attack again, but Bukkake Leapfrogs over him, Dark Tiger, quickly goes for a clothline but Bukkake does a split, causing Dark Tiger to miss, and ends up hitting the ropes, so hard as missing the clothline, that he topples over them and falls to the outside!

Willy Carter: What In The Hell?

Amber Ashe: Ladies and Gentleman….Dark Tiger has been eliminated!

Bukkake Man celebrates, When Ricky Johnson comes over while he is doing so, and quickly tosses him over the Top Rope to the outside, eliminating him from the matchup.

Amber Ashe: Bukkake Man has been eliminated!

Finally, the match really begins as everyone quickly begins to take shots at each other, Talon and Rob Diamond are at each other throats fighting, as they exchange punches and kick, Meanwhile, mostly everyone else, turns and focuses on Jackhammer, as the other five wrestlers merge on the Big Man, trying to club him down to the ground, but it seems that it's merely pissing him off, as he nails Mr. Showtime with a headbutt, Hammond lunges and begins trying to take the big man down, trying to seek revenge from his loss earier in the night, Jackhammer is finally taken down, as Talon and Diamond are still going at it, as Rob Diamond has managed to get Talon against the Ropes, and is trying to toss him over.

Eric Hardy: It seems that Talon and Rob Diamond are still going to war with each other and who can blame them.

Willy Carter: I'm more focused on the other thing happening, everyone trying to take out the Big Man Jackhammer.

Talon is nearly shoved to the outside, however he begins to hit Diamond several times, meanwhile the other 5 men have decided to stop their assaults on Jackhammer as Reckoning and Sexy Jason end taking cheap shots as everyone is trying to eliminate Jackhammer, as they single out Mr. Showtime and Jack Hammond, meanwhile Talon has taken the advantage on Rob Diamond as he plants him with a Double Arm DDT in the ring, before getting nailed by Jackhammer who catches Talon in the Cobra Clutch, before lifting him up and swinging him halfway across the ring, meanwhile Both Sexy Jason and Reckoning turn their assult on Ricky Johnson and have him down against the Corner stomping on him, They pull him up, as Reckoning and Jason back up, as Jason goes to Whip Reckoning into Johnson, then to gain more momutum, Reckoning swings his partner around, who is hoping to nail Johnson with a huge lariat in the corner, however at the last second, Johnson ducks, causing Jason to miss, and his momutum carries himself over the Top Rope.

Amber Ashe: Sexy Jason has been eliminated.

Eric Hardy: Wow I figured Sexy Jason and Reckoning were in total control there, and yet Johnson being the veteran that he is, managing to turn the tables to eliminate Sexy Jason.

Willy Carter: Oh Snap, Well atleast Jason could still walk out as Tag Team Champion if Reckoning ends up winning the match.

Sexy Jason is livid as Reckoning begins stomping away at Ricky Johnson who eliminated Jason just seconds ago, Jason pulls the downed Johnson under the Bottom rope, and throws him directly into the Ring Post, before lifting him up and hitting a Sexy Relaxer on the outside. Meanwhile Jack Hammond is finally getting to his feet, and is using the Ropes to pull himself up, Mr. Showtime sees this, and waits for him, before hoping to Dropkick him over the Top Rope, but "The Hamster" senses it and rolls out of the way as Showtime slams into the mat, Hammond climbs to the Top Rope.

Eric Hardy: That is a move you don't want to make in a match like this, climbing to the top rope, where you could easily be eliminated.

As Showtime gets up, Hammond flies off and nails The Top Gear off the rope, sending Showtime once again slamming to the mat, however before Hammond can do anything he is quite, by a Big Boot from Jack Hammer, Meanwhile Talon is waiting to attack Hammer, when he is grabbed by Rob Diamond, and shoved into Jack Hammer, who turns around and nearly takes Talon head off with a Clothline…Rob Diamond celebrates the move, because he is glad Talon got hurt, when Jack Hammer shows his dominate and Boots Diamond right in the face, and over the Top Rope.

Amber Ashe: Rob Diamond has been eliminated.

Willy Carter: Tyler Jacobs isn't going to be happy with that, and I'm sure he'll come out here and overturn the decision of Rob Diamond being eliminated.

Ricky Johnson is still out on the outside, but is still in the match, as Reckoning turns his Attention to the fallen Talon, and pulls him up and hooks him to nail him with the Reck Your Day…But Talon somehow is able to counter it, and turns it into a Lung Blower, driving both his knees into the Jaw of Reckoning, however as soon as he gets up, Jackhammer once again charges over, and Clothlines Talon, this time however, Talon is sent over the top rope, He manages to hang on, and looks to be about to survive as Jackhammer has now turned his attention to the Mr. Showtime, However as he is trying to "Skin The Cat" Jack Hammond sees him, and tosses his feet back over, causing Talon to lose his balance, as both his feet hit the floor on the Outside.

Amber Ashe: Talon has been eliminated.

Eric Hardy: Talon tried hard to get back into the ring, but it just seemed like it wasn't his night.

Willy Carter: Yeah, Tyler Jacobs wouldn't allow a member of The Social Enemies to hold a championship belt, and I'm sure he would of done what Dante Cross did to Trent Helms and Adam Knite if Talon would of won.

Jackhammer is going for Showtime who begins to fire back, and it seems all the shots Jackhammer has taken from the earier match are beginning to catch up with him, as Jackhammer falls to a knee, Showtime rocks him with a European Uppercut, however Jackhammer still hasn't fallen, Showtime then grabs Jackhammer head and plants him with a mofied DDT, this time taking Jackhammer from his knees to the ground. Jack Hammond goes to Attack, when Showtime leaps up and catches him with the Blockbuster out of nowhere, driving his face into the mat as well, Reckoning is up and groggy after taking the Lung Blower from Talon a few moments ago, He gets up, and Showtime goes for the Blockbuster on him, however Reckoning blocks it, shoving him off, as Showtime slams into Jackhammer who has gotten up from the DDT, and is lifted into a Gorilla Press by Jackhammer, Jackhammer goes to toss him overboard, as Reckoning is waiting to try to eliminate Jackhammer as soon as he does so, However Reckoning gets turned around by Ricky Johnson who finally manages to make it back into the ring after taking the Sexy Relaxer on the Outside, Johnson locks him in the Fade Out, trying to Choke him out, but Reckoning begins fighting and catches Johnson with a modified Jawbreaker, breaking the hold.

Eric Hardy: It's good to see Ricky Johnson has made it back into the ring.

Willy Carter: But he looks like he still feeling the effects of the Sexy Relaxer he took on the outside, and now looks like he won't be doing much talking after that Jawbreaker.

Mister Showtime is fighting with everything he has, and manages to get out of the Military Press from Jack Hammer, he lands on his feet and goes for a German Suplex, but Jackhammer is just too big, and nails Showtime with Several Elbows, causing Showtime to fall to his knees, when he is suddenly kicked stiffly in the Back of the head by Jack Hammond who is back up and not happy after taking the Blockbuster, Showtime folds over, where Jackhammer pulls him up, and tosses him over the Top Rope, eliminating him from this match.

Amber Ashe: Mr. Showtime has been eliminated!

Eric Hardy: We're down to the Final Four…Reckoning, Jackhammer, Ricky Johnson and Jack Hammond.

Willy Carter: Which one of the men will win this match and lay claim to the Vacanted Tag Team Championships?

Eric Hardy: We're find that out next!

{{Commercial Break}}

We come back, as all three men have made a agreement with each other to get the Big man Jackhammer out of the match, as they are trying to get him over, but the Monster from Chi Town is refusing to go over, and begins to fight his way out of it, However as soon as he returns to his feet, Ricky Johnson nails him with a Dropkick, followed by Reckoning running against the Ropes, and nailing a clothline, like Johnson Dropkick, only staggers him, Jack Hammond says something to both men, who pick him up for a Belly To Back Suplex, and then use Hammond as a Battering Ram, as he hits a modified version of the Charger with Johnson and Reckoning holding him, as it causes the Big Man to stumble onto the Apron. Johnson and Reckoning give each other a look while still holding Hammond, before tossing him together over the Top Rope, and crashing hard on the outside.

Amber Ashe: Jack Hammond has been eliminated!

Eric Hardy: It was a good strategy by Johnson and Reckoning, and Jack Hammond to work together to take the Big Man off his feet, however it wasn't a good idea to let them lift him up.

Willy Carter: Poor Jack Hammond, He was just sent into the 7th Row of the Audience by Ricky Johnson and Reckoning.

With Jackhammer nearly out, Johnson goes to try to knock him off the apron, however before he can do so, Reckoning seeing Johnson defenses down tries to sneak a quick one and tries to throw Ricky over the Top Rope, but Ricky hangs on, now seeing both Jackhammer and Johnson on the Apron, Reckoning sees his chance to end the match, and win the Tag Team Titles, as he runs off the ropes, looking to nail both men, He dives, and extends his body into a Crossbody looking to hit both men, however at the same time, both Johnson and Jackhammer duck, causing Reckoning to miss his mark, as he is eliminated,

Amber Ashe: Reckoning has been eliminated

Willy Carter: Reckoning went for the kill, however both Johnson and Jackhammer were prepared for it, and ducked under the Crossbody, and now Reckoning and it would seem Sexy Jason chances of becoming the Tag Team Champions have just perished

Eric Hardy: Who will win the Prize? Jackhammer or Ricky Johnson….

Jackhammer is the first to strike as he rocks Johnson with several fists upside the head, Ricky is nearly out of gas at this point and as he dangles on the apron while holding on with one hand, Jackhammer is measuring Johnson for the final blow, when Roxi comes over and grabs the leg of Jackhammer, trying to prevent him from eliminating Ricky….She clings onto the massive Tree Trunk like legs of Jackhammer, who yells, and pulls his leg and Roxi onto the apron with a pure test of Strength.

Willy Carter: Roxi better get out of there quickly.

Eric Hardy: No Jackhammer don't do it…She's been thru a lot recently and she doesn't need a return visit to the hosipital…. J

ackhammer grabs Roxi by the Throat, who quickly nails a Kick right to the balls of Jackhammer, staggering the big man as she drops off the Apron, Ricky has regained his bearings, and quickly, hooks Jackhammer, trying to get him to fall off the apron, however Jackhammer still refuses to go, Ricky charges looking for a Spear, however Jackhammer quickly catches him with a Boot to the midsection, and tries to lift Johnson for a Powerbomb, however he is able to block it, and begins unloading several kicks into Jackhammer, before they continue fighting on the apron, when both men lose their balance and fall to the outside.

Eric Hardy: Wait a minute….Who won?

Willy Carter: I clearly saw Ricky Johnson foot hit first.

Dante Cross gets up from the timekeeper table, and steps into the ring, with both Tag Team Titles, he gets Norman Dafoe opinion on who hit first…Dafoe says something, and Dante Cross calls from a Mircophone from Amber Ashe.

Dante Cross: It seems that we have a problem, due to neither man winning the match, because clearly from my vantage point, both their feet hit the floor at the same time, and I assure you, my view is the only point that matters…So I am ruling this match…A Draw…

Eric Hardy: But what does that mean, what about the Tag Titles?

Dante Cross: In Light of this situlation, The nCw Tag Team Titles will continue to be held up….and at Picture Perfect…Both Ricky Johnson and Jackhammer will be in matches against each other…and they will compete for the Tag Team Titles….In one corner, will be Jackhammer and a partner of his choosing….his opponents will be Ricky Johnson and a partner of his choosing….if you can't find a partner, I will appoint one for you…You have one week to find yourself partners….

Eric Hardy: Well it seems we will now have a Tag Team Match for Picture Perfect, as Ricky Johnson and a partner of his choice versus Jackhammer and a partner of his choice…We will be back for the Main Event.

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Backstage we see Dave Holland and the crowp pop just from seeing him. He's stretching out the arms as he walks along, warming up for the match with Steve Awesome due to happen in a few moments. He's stopped by a stage manager waiting for his music and the cue to go out there. There's a dark corridor just behind Dave.

The sound of footsteps coming from there. Heavy footsteps of a large man with big, heavy boots on. Dave turns and backs away from the corridor.

Dave: Who's there?

The footsteps continue but with no answer.

Dave: I'm warning you, if you come near me...

????: You're an awfully jumpy fella aren't you?

Dave has to pause for a moment. He thinks he recognises the voice but he's nto entirely sure.

Dave: What do you want?

????: Dave... believe it or not... I'm here to help you.

Dave: Step out of the shadows.

????: Fine... like I said... I'm back to help you.

The figure steps out from the shadows. The man wears black trousers with a red T-shirt under a leather jacket. His hair is cut short with a simple goatee on his face. His boots are indeed big military boots and he stands at about 7 foot.

Oh... and it's Milo Holland... huge pop from the crowd... the kind of pop that only a returning fan favourite can produce.

Dave: .. Milo?

Milo: Well yeah? Who'd you think it was?

Dave leaps at his brother locking in something resembling a bearhug but with no harmful intent. Milo looks awkward about the whole situation as he just slaps Dave on the back a couple of times. Dave releases and steps back.

Dave: When the hell did you get back?

Milo: Few days ago. I saw what was going on with this stalker thing, thought I'd come play the big brother.

Dave: ... I'm the big brother.

Milo: Not physically you're not.

Dave: I've missed you man.

Milo: Shut up you woman.

Knights of Cydonia can be heard in the background.

Milo: Isn't that your music?

Dave: Crap, my match!

Milo: Go.. you go kick some ass and we'll talk later.

Dave shoots off camera to the side. A second later he comes back.

Dave: You know you're an uncle now, right?

Milo: ... Yeah.

Dave: Ok.. later.

Dave charges off screen again. Milo stands in place for a second just smiling a little smirk as he does so. The camera cuts away to ringside.

We come back from Commercial as Trent Helms music is already playing as he takes a seat at the Announce Table, as he puts on the head set.

Eric Hardy: Trent it's always a pleasure to have you at the announce position.

rent Helms: Thanks Eric, but you didn't say that the last time…Willy been a long time.

Willy Carter: Have we actually met?

Trent Helms: You washed my Civic once, and I thank you for the great job.

Willy Carter: I'm not even going to go there.

There's an otherwordly hum of noise reverberating over the speakers. The lights throughout the arena rise to blinding levels. It's an actual whiteout. Moments later the lights all shut off as the music falls silent. Then as the first chords of Knights of Cydonia by Muse begins to play the laser lights start flicking across the room. The Titantron plays a video of someone in darkness training for a fight. During this time a light mist covers the stage.

As the guitar becomes slowly more prominent the lights start coming up again to normal levels... but there's no one on the stage. The Guitar performs a slide as the lights slide back to dark with it. At the end the song jumps to the main guitar solo of the song. At the same time everything kicks off together and an explosion of white fireworks explodes about the tron as out onto the stage runs a man dressed in his traditional white wrestling tights with silver trim and a plain white training jacket. He jumps in the air and spins around greeting his massive fanbase. Above him the tron now shows off just who he is. The man looks up and smiles as he looks at it.*

*Dave goes to one side of the stage, hyping up that part of the crowd. He then gives a big ol' thumbs up to them before returning to the other side of the stage and doing the same there. The crowd are chanting furiously over the song but can barely be heard. Dave likes his music loud.*

*Dave makes his way to the top of the ramp. As the chorus kicks off a huge ticker tape explosion goes off above the stage. It flitters about the entire crowd though. Dave's bodyguard, Terry Tate also at this time makes his way out onto the stage. He's smiling and waving to the crowd but he always keeps one eye on Dave.*

*Dave skips down the ramp sideways facing the crowd on one side, hi fiving every single hand he can reach. About a third of the way down he switches sides but does the same thing. During the instrumental section Dave slides into the ring with a huge charge. He jumps up and looks around quickly. Terry waits outside the ring, purely to keep any attackers from Dave.*

*He climbs the turnbuckle nearest the most die hard of his fans. The now infamous Die-Hard-Holland-Fans. He flicks them a two fingered salute (salute with two fingers... not a metaphor). He then looks around the rest of the crowd and beats his breast twice before raising his fist high into the air. As the song reaches the final chorus.*

No one's going to take me alive, The time has come to make things right, You and I must fight for our rights, You and I must fight to survive.

*Dave charges across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle. He leaps straight to the top and does the same again, beating his breast and raising his fist into the air. He jumps back down and returns to the centre of the ring as the music fades out and he waits, warming up as he does so.*

Eric Hardy: Here comes Dave Holland, Trent you had first hand experience with facing Holland as he defeated you by countout last week, you've also faced Awesome before, who has the advantage

Trent Helms: I honestly couldn't tell you, both are amazing Athlete, I will however say…Dave Holland is the whitest guy in the history of Professional Wrestling.

The lights in the arena fade to a deep black. As the opening acidic riff of "Pretty Handsome Awkward" by The Used hits the P.A system.

"KICKIN IT OUT!"

With that the song hits its main riff and a lone spotlight engulfs the Awesome One himself at the top of the ramp. He stands with his arms outstretched, embracing the boos from the crowd as if it fuels him. After a few moments he surveys the crowd and starts to walk down the ramp with a cocky swagger. Badmouthing his opponents, the fans, and praising himself.

"Your dream vacation, is My hostage Refuge A work in process, You bleed just like you puke while running a mile I beg to differ, Make me an offer Warm summer rain You bleed just like you puke while running a mile"

Steve Awesome gets a running start and slides into the ring on his knees stopping right in the middle of the ring.

"Hey Are you okay? You look pretty low Very handsome awkward! Do you feel okay? You look pretty low Very Handsome Awkward!"

Steve flexes his arms as silver pyro rain down from the ceiling above. He holds the pose for a few moments before hopping up and standing on a turnbuckle to talk crap to the fans and praise himself, telling the world how Awesome he really is.

Willy Carter: Now Trent, is the rumor true? Is it true that both you and Steve…well you know….once tag teamed against The Olsen Twins?

Trent Helms: To put that rumor to rest…Yes we did…and no they didn't call me…Uncle Jesse.

Eric Hardy: So Trent, I know you just had to give up your nCw Tag Team Championship just about twenty minutes ago, are you ready to face this man, and Lance Ryan at Picture Perfect.

Trent Helms: I'm as ready as a Sex Offender in a room full of fourteen year old girls.

Willy Carter: …..

Eric Hardy: ……

Trent Helms: What, I didn't say I was the guy in the room with Fourteen year old girls, I'm just saying I'm ready to become only the third man to hold the nCw Championship

Steve And Holland lock up, as Holland gains the early advantage, however since Awesome isn't one to play fair, he begins to nail several knees to the legs of Holland, before trying to go for a Crossface Chicken-Wing as soon as possible, however Holland ducks down, and drop toe holds Steve, before putting Steve in a headlock, who quickly battles to his feet, Steve throws Holland against the Ropes, who comes back with a running seated dropkick, knocking Steve out between the middle rope to the Outside.

Eric Hardy: Holland has the early advantage.

Trent Helms: You clearly are a master of your craft Eric…Next you going to tell us Steve Awesome have Abs that would take a entire clip from a M-16 Assult Rifle, and would come out undamaged?

Steve gets back into the ring, as Holland goes to lock up with him again, however Steve just nails a boot to the midsection, and then begins to nails a series of chops, He then hooks Holland head for a Neckbreaker, and then drives him across his knee, with a Backbreaker, before quickly going for the Cover, Bob Manville counts…One…Two. Willy Carter: Holland with a Kickout

Trent Helms: If that was me…I would of hit a Diamond Cutter from that position, luckily for Steve, I'm not in the match.

Steve pulls Holland up and then takes him down with a Snap Suplex, before still holding on and nailing another Snap Suplex, He pulls Holland up and notices Trent at the announce table and points at Him, before Awesome pulls Holland up for a Delayed Vertical Suplex before planting Dave Holland face first into the Mat with a Sitout Front Suplex, or Trent Helms's Edge Crusher move….

Eric Hardy: Nice series of moves…Wasn't that one of your signature moves Trent?

Trent Hlems: It was…That would be the Edge Crusher and may version is a lot better, I honestly want to see him try a Close Encounter of the 630 Kind.

Willy Carter: You think Awesome could do it?

Trent Helms: He has about as much chance of Shaun Wilson getting another nCw Contract, and the chances aren't that great.

Awesome is in control for the moment, as he once again pulls Holland up, and lifts him into a Fireman Carry, Awesome then yells at Trent at the Announce Table, saying watch this.

Trent Helms: I swear if he steals another one of my moves, I'm going to go home, slit my wrists, write a song about it, or in other words, I'm going to do a Ricky Johnson promo.

Awesome doesn't look like he's going for the Steve-K-O and instead looks as if he wants to hit Holland with Trent's finishing maneuver, The Bioshock…As he lifts Holland forward, Holland comes back and hooks Steve head in mid-air with a DDT, He then quickly goes for the cover, the crowd believing Holland to have it….One…Two…Three!

Eric Hardy: No Steve Awesome rolls the should up at two.

Trent Helms: Two…like the number of times, I've slept with Ali Larter

Willy Carter: You slept with Ali Larter?

Eric Hardy: I don't think we need to discuss that on the air, can we focus on calling this match.

Trent Helms: I am doing that…It's not my problem I have a attention span shorter then that of Jack Hammond.

Holland figures that counter into the DDT was all he needed, He pulls Steve up, who seems out on his feet, and drives him down with a Gutwrench Suplex. Holland then kicks Holland and begins to prepare for his Crowd Pleaser Elbow Drop…He runs off the ropes, hits then against, and then points at his abs in, as if he was pretending to be Steve Awesome himself, as he goes to drop the Elbow, Steve snaps too and grabs Holland arm, taking him down with a Arm-Bar then locking in….Everyone favorite submission…as Holland screams out in pain, as he is trapped in the center of the ring.

Willy Carter: That came out of nowhere.

Trent Helms: Like the time, I got the clap

Eric Hardy: Argh!! Holland is in serious trouble, Awesome has that move locked in perfectly in the center of the ring.

Holland is screaming in pain, as he is trying to move towards the ropes, but however Steve just wrenches back, tightening the Submission Hold, as he begins to try to pull Dave Holland arm right out it's socket if it hasn't been already, Holland continues to scream as Bob Manville asks Holland if he is willing to give it up, He screams no, as Steve just pulls tigher on the arm of Holland….Holland however continues to try to fight thru the pain, and begins to somehow move closer to the ropes, as Awesome with his free leg, begins to knee Holland in the ribs trying to stop him…Holland screams for Holland to give it up, but he simply refuses to quit as Terry Tate slaps on the apron, trying to rally Holland, which gets the fans clapping for Holland to make it to the ropes.