(We don’t open to the normal Collision music no. We open in a office room, a very...very nice office room, and in front of us is a wood desk, sitting behind this hand carved desk is a very pretty blond haired lady. We've seen her before, and know her only as Kelly. All you can see she has on is a business suit top, he lowers her pen and looks up at the camera.)

Kelly Kaos: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, what few of you are out there in the nCw audience, and good evening to you also the rest of you peasants who watch this show. My name is Kelly Kaos, I work for Kaos Incorporated., and I represent James Franklin Karn as his business manager. It has recently been brought to our attention here at Kaos Inc. that JFK had a match with Joe Everyman, a match that he won. Now you can imagine our surprise, when we found out that it was not for the nCw National Championship, and that JFK not only beat Joe Nobody, but he utterly, and decisively...destroyed the man.

(She removes her black rimmed glasses from her face folding her hands infront of her on the desk looking directly at the camera.)

Kelly Kaos: So because of this, Mr. Karn has been advised by me, and our army of lawers, to no address the nCw view audience, in any way, shape or form. Furthermore, he's been advised not to speak to the press, or any nCw talent, until nCw management does the right thing. The legal thing. nCw management has two choices they can pick from and make before my client ever shows up on nCw airwaves again, those two choices being A. Give my client, James Franklin Karn his rightfully earned, nCw National Title shot one on one with Joe Nobody at Reborn, or B. Force Joe Nobody to forfeit the title to it's rightful owner and show in the record books that on April 27th two thousand and eight, JFK not only defeated Joe Nobody, but also dethroned the champion.

(She pauses for a second)

Kelly Kaos: Joe, make the right choice, you know JFK is better then you. Give it up. He wont stop until that title is his, and you are buried six feet under. Think of your family, friends, do the right thing Joe. Do the right thing. You may go now I have no further use for you.

(She waves off the camera man like he's a peasant and continues with her work, as we fade into the Collision opening graphic’s and music)

Suddenly, green and orange pyros start shooting from the front of the stage, straight up and off the front. All the lights in the arena turn into green, orange and white and shine bright, filling the arena.

"On this day, I see clearly. Everything has come to life. A bitter place, in a broken dream. And we'll leave it all behind."

"On this day its so real to me. Everything has come to life. Another chance to chase a dream. Another chance to feel. Chance to feel alive."

As the pyros stop, Scotty Callaway and Amber Williams come from the curtain and onto the stage. The crowd cheers loudly for Scotty. Scotty then raises both of his arms into the air as another bright white pyro shoots from the front of the stage.

"On this day, I see clearly. Everything has come to life. A bitter place, in a broken dream. And we'll leave it all behind."

As the pyros clear, Scotty stands near the middle of the stage with Amber right behind him. Scotty and Amber start walking down the ramp, side by side. Scotty then high-fives the crowd members down the ramp as Amber walks down the center. As they reach the ring, both stop.

"I'll never long for what might have been. Now regret won't waste my life again. I won't look back, I'll fight to remain."

"On this day, I see clearly. Everything has come to life. A bitter place, in a broken dream. And we'll leave it all behind."

"On this day it's so real to me. Everything has come to life. Another chance to chase a dream. Another chance to feel. Chance to feel alive."

Both Scotty and Amber climb up the stairs and into the ring. Scotty runs across the ring and jumps onto the opposite turnbuckle. Amber moves to the center of the ring. Scotty raises his arms as the crowd cheers more.

"Fear will kill me, all I could be Lift these sorrows Let me breathe, could you set me free Could you set me free"

Scotty then does a perfect backflip and land square on his feet. As he lands, green and orange Brock Lesnar esk pyros shot from the turnbuckles, straight up into the air. Amber then gives Scotty a kiss on the cheek and slides out of the ring and waits by the corner. Scotty then moves to the same corner and waits.

"On this day, I see clearly. Everything has come to life. A bitter place, in a broken dream. And we'll leave it all behind."

"On this day it's so real to me. Everything has come to life. Another chance to chase a dream. Another chance to feel. Chance to feel alive."

*Scotty grabs a mic*

Scotty: I know that I am scheduled to face an unknown opponent tonight but I have a bigger surprise for you all.

Metalingus starts to play again and this time Rob Callaway comes out with a very noticable limp in his right knee.

Scotty: Please Welcome back my brother. Rob Callaway. He will be replacing me tonight. He wants to show that this knee injury isn't going to slow him down.

Rob: Thats right. I'm so confident that I will allow my opponent to name the stipulation of the match

*Rob tosses the mic out of the ring and awaits the announcer*

Amber Ashe: The following match is scheduled for 1 fall and will be an APWC Screw the Rules match.

Kelly Fox: Who could possibly be facing Rob Callaway?

Eric Hardy: What is an APWC Screw the Rules match?

Amber Ashe: Currently in the ring accompanied by his brother Scotty. Standing 5' 11" weighing 234 pounds. Rob Callaway.

The Lights turn off as For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica starts to blare There are mixed reactions from the crowd, some cheers, some boos.

"The Bells Toll for Thee"

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.

"Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Sounding gun, on they run through the endless grey On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say? For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know Suffered wounds test there their pride Men of five, still alive through the raging glow Gone insane from the pain that they surely know"

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.

"For whom the bell tolls Time marches on For whom the bell tolls"

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.

Amber Ashe Now in the ring from Death Valley weighing in at 300 pounds. He is one half of the APWC Tag Team Champions "The Hardcore Icon" Mark Evil.

The bell rings to start the match and Mark Evil starts out by slamming the title belt he is holding into the temple of Rob dropping him to the ground. Mark quickly slides out of the ring and starts tossing weapons into the ring and even grabs his trademark barbed wire steel chair.

Kelly Fox: This is going to get very bad for Rob

Eric Hardy: I can't say that I envy him.

Rob slowly starts to get up before getting hit in face again but this time by a trash can lid. This busts Rob open. Mark the slides a chair under Rob's right knee and grabs another chair.

Eric Hardy: Oh my gawd. Mark is going for a con-chair-to on Rob's already injured knee.

Kelly Fox: This is getting exciting.

Mark slams the chair into Rob's knee. Rob starts rolling around and Mark sets up a table. Mark then drags Rob over to the turnbuckle and mark steps up to the seconds turnbuckle and lifts Rob up onto his shoulders. Mark then jumps off sideways and hits the DevilDriver II through the table. Mark then goes for the cover.

1...2...3!

Amber Ashe: Here is your winner Mark Evil!

*EMT's rush to Rob as the show goes to commercial*

{{Commercial Break}}

Kelly Fox: This next match is scheduled for two BORES!

Eric Hardy: Your enthusiasm is intoxicating...

{Coheed and Cambria’s “Welcome Home” hits the speakers and The Epitome of Technical Finesse emerges from beyond the black curtains. Marsham's step is at a methodical pace. His eyes fix upon the ring at the bottom of the ramp, engrossed in the possibilities that may unfold within the match. He offers no acknowledgment to the fans. Whether they cheer or jeer him is of no interest. He is here for personal gain, not to please the audience; and oh how he loves to here their pain when he victimizes their beloved favorites. He slides into the ring under the ropes then heads to his respective corner, leaning against the padding, and awaits his opponent.}

Eric Hardy: Marsham has been on a roll lately, although not without an assist of a low blow last Sunday...

Kelly Fox: Like he said, what's the difference from any other combo in wrestling? It's just as effective!

{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: Yo man it's the O-W-G! Homie skillet...dawg woman!

Kelly Fox:....Hardy just shut up before you embarrass yourself further....

{Ricky Johnson somberly walks out of the curtains to Down by 311 and slides into the ring staring down the two men.}

Eric Hardy: Ricky Johnson is definitely looking to take out some serious frustrations here, Reck and Justin better be prepared.

Kelly Fox: You can't step into the ring without being prepared, otherwise you wouldn't work here at nCw, I assure you.

{The referee rings the bell as the three men circle the ring, slowly going in closer and closer. Ricky Johnson gets tired of it quickly, and knocks down Justin with a hard clothesline. Reckoning quickly attacks Ricky with a knee to the forehead, but Justin catches him in the air with a quick roll up which gets a ½ count. All three stand back up and stare down each other. Justin pretends to go for Ricky Johnson, but hits an elbow into the jaw of Reckoning. Reckoning tries for a clothesline but it's ducked, but Ricky Johnson got no such luck. Justin hits a quick reverse DDT and then locks in a rear naked choke grapevine! Rick J gets up quickly however and drops a knee to the head of Justin to break the hold.}

Eric Hardy: Very quick pace here to start this one.

Kelly Fox: Wow, this is actually mildly entertaining.

{Ricky gets up quickly and lifts up Justin into a reverse ¾ neck lock before slamming him backwards. Reckoning gets up and smashes Rick J with a hard running elbow. Reckoning then lifts Rick J into a fireman's carry and runs into the corner with a crushing running fisherman backbreaker. Justin Marsham sneaks behind Reckoning and hits a hard straight-jacket lungblower. Justin Marsham then gets up and locks Ricky Johnson in a leg-lock grapevine. Ricky screams in pain as Marsham grips his leg tighter, before then twisting the ankle. Ricky thinks quick though, and flips onto his stomach, pushing most of the pressure onto Marsham, while he still holds the ankle. Quickly Reckoning stands up and runs to the top rope, and hits a Recking Ball on both men! He quickly covers Rick J for a short 1 ½ count. Reckoning stands up and dives at Justin Marsham and starts unloading punches to the forehead. Rick J pulls Reckoning off with a double underhook suplex, spiking Reckoning onto his neck!}

Eric Hardy: That may have snapped Reckoning's neck!

Kelly Fox: Let's hope so!

Eric Hardy: You're HOPEING that a star talent has broken his neck?!

Kelly Fox: Yeah he's kind of a douche.

Eric Hardy: You truly are a sick woman.

Kelly Fox: Stop your flattery Hardy! You've got a match to call!

{Reckoning clutches his neck as Ricky picks up Justin and hits a hard brainbuster, and lifts him up and hits a suplex. He then lifts him up once more into a hard DDT. Reckoning is slowly climbing up as Ricky stalks him. Reckoning gets up and Ricky goes for a spear but Reckoning dodges it and Ricky rams his shoulder into the corner! Reckoning capitalizes and lifts Rick J on his shoulders onto the top rope! He lifts him into a pedigree position but lifts him up so his legs are straight up! He tries for a Droppin' Da Bomb! But out of nowhere Justin Marsham hits a running enziguri to Reck's head. Reckoning loses his grip on Rick J, who quickly capitalizes by hitting a huge release superplex, dropping Reckoning, but leaving him on the top rope. Marsham tries to fight off Ricky, but gets a hard boot that sends Marsham through the middle rope. Ricky then dives with a Burn Out onto Reckoning! He hooks Reck's leg, and the ref starts the count. One...two.....three!}

{{Commercial Break}}

Jack Hammond Defeats Burke

{{Commercial Break}}

{We come back from commercial with the song 3 suns and 1 star By cranking over the speakers Spike Kane with his arm still in a sling accompanied by the Collision General Manager Tyler Jacobs makes his way to the ring. Spike and Tyler step into the ring and the crowd is booing wildly. Tyler Jacobs brings the mic to his lips and begins to speak.}

Tyler Jacobs: Look you bunch of slack jaw hill billies... I know you don't understand the concept of business, but at least if you don't... don't make complete fools of yourself in defiance. It's simple.... Angel put the most marketable face in nCw on the shelf. Spike's arm still isn't completely healed, he has been advised by Doctors not to lift anything over five pounds but yet he is here tonight.... and I'm here to help him despite not being a full time member of the wrestling roster.... see that brings in the ratings. People want to see compelling storylines like this, they don't want to see the same ol' thing over and over. Sure I could have forced Angel and his little rag tag group of ruffians to come out here and pretend to be white rappers and talk about bowel movements .... but that's old.... that's tiring. So I'm forcing their little “group” to put on a show for all of you... you should be thanking me.. not throwing your cubs, littering this ring. Y ou should be on your knees kissing my boot.... because I've brought you... what you wanted to see.

Eric Hardy: Me Thinks... Mr. Jacobs is a little full of himself.

Kelly Fox: Well no sh**bleep**

Tyler Jacobs: That's why at Reborn, I'm going to give you what you want to see. It will be Angel versus Xavier Williams... however to make sure that the Enemies don't screw X over... Spike Kane will be the special ringside enforcer for the match. And to make sure Angel doesn't pull any of his cheap shots, like he did against Spike.... I will be the special guest referee for this match.... and finally.... since we all know Angel is nothing but a coward, no matter how this match finishes.... that title can change hands. If Angel gets counted out for running away, Xavier will become Xdivision champion. So now, lets get this match started tonight.

{The Social Enemies theme hits as Talon steps out from backstage. Talon looks at the ring and then hits a full sprint as he slides under the bottom rope. Jacobs and Spike begin laying the boots into him as the referee rings the bell and attempts to get Jacobs and Spike off. Eric Hardy: Next we have a newcomer breaking into his first match here in nCw, K.C. Burke. Taking on everyone's favorite surprise, the Hamster himself, Jack Hammond! Kelly Fox: The Hamster? Eric Hardy: What? He's cute and unassuming, but he'll bite when you least expect it. Kelly Fox: Oooookkk... Eric Hardy: Moving on... (The lights turn off in the arena and several moments later blue pyros blow up on the entrance stage and the lights turn back on, but are now dark blue. "Wishmaster" by Nightwish hits the PA System as smoke flows out over the entire entrance stage, down the aisle and around the ring. A large burst of smoke shoots up over the entrance stage and as it clears out, "The Prophet" K.C. Burke can be seen. The crowd erupts in cheers as he raises one arm in the arm and then heads down the aisle and circles the ring. He climbs up the ring steps and grabs ahold of the turnbuckle and jumps over the top rope into the ring. The smoke clears and the music dies down as he approaches the middle of the ring.) Eric Hardy: Burke looks focused and ready.. Kelly Fox: Either that or he's always miserable. (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 the bell) Eric Hardy: Let's see if Hammond can capitalize on his showcase win and put another one in the win column tonight. Kelly Fox: He'll do it. Eric Hardy: You sound so sure. Kelly Fox: He has my support, he'll do it. Eric Hardy: Oooookkkk.. (Burke wastes no time, going for a surprise super kick. Jack manages to duck out of the way, but when he turns back Burke connects with a dropkick. Burke goes to follow up with a complete shot, but Hammond blocks it, twists and counters with an Orton style backbreaker. Hammond back to his feet, goes for a standing moonsault, but Burke gets the knees up doubling Hammond over on his feet. Burke flips back to his feet, and nails Hammond with a step up Enzigiri.) Eric Hardy: This is what you should expect from these two. Fast paced, lots of improv moves.. perfect.. Kelly Fox: Fast and Hard.. nothing better.. Eric Hardy: Not touching that one.. Kelly Fox: If you like your job, better not. (Burke back up, going for a Lionsault. Hammond rolls out of the way, gets to his feet then runs and connects a running DDT as Burke begins to stand. Jack follows with the cover 1....2... Kickout by Burke. Hammond picks Burke up, irish whips him across the ring, and sets up for a back drop. Burke counters, rolling over into a sunset flip. 1...2... Thr- No.. Kickout by Hammond. Hammond wastes no time rolling back through and connecting a front dropkick on Burke.) Eric Hardy: Neither of these men can afford a moments breather here. All it takes is three seconds. Kelly Fox: Sometimes the only thing you here is the bell. (Both men are up now, exchanging right hands in the corner. Burke whips Hammond across the ring, then follows with a Stinger splash. Hammond moves, then bounces off the ropes for a running reverse bulldog. Hammond grins at the crowd as he climbs the turnbuckle, and connects with a high risk flipping leg drop. Then he stands up, getting in position, and waits.) Eric Hardy: I'd say Hammond was in prime focus if he didn't have that grin on his face. Kelly Fox: Just how he does things Hardy, get used to it. (Burke slowly tries to climb to his feet, but loses balance and ends up on one knee. Hammond moves in for the skill and BAM! That wicked buzzsaw Charger kick right to the skull.) Eric Hardy: Oohhh the Charger kick, that will rattle a few brain cells. Kelly Fox: Provided you have any left after that. What an Impact! (Hammond pins 1...2...3!) Amber Ashe: Here is your winner, Jack Hammond! Eric Hardy: Hammond notches up another victory. Another in his amazing turn around story.

Eric Hardy: Looks like all three men were ready to get this going.

Kelly Fox: So it would seem.

{Finally Spike gets to the corner leaving Jacobs and Talon. Talon manages to fight through Jacobs kicks and get back to a vertical base, he blocks a punch by Jacobs and then jumps and drives his feet into Jacobs chest with a two legged drop kick. Talon gets back to his feet and waits for Jacobs to get up. Spike steps into the ring and pulls a tire iron out from his sling.}

Kelly Fox: What in the hell... look at Spike, he was hiding that in his sling.

Eric Hardy: I knew it, this match was nothing but a chance for a beat down!

{Sure enough, Hardy is right as Spike clocks Talon in the back of the head, Talon crumbles as Jacobs gets back up. Jacobs lifts Talon back to his feet as Spike climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and the ref has called for the bell Dqing both of them. Jacobs puts Talon between Spike's legs and Spike comes off with the Freya's wings driving Talon to the mat just as Angel and Everyman and Falcon begin rushing to their friends aid. Spike and Tyler exit the ring as the crowd is booing wildly.

Eric Hardy: Well fans, this is just a pathetic display by social distortion....

Kelly Fox: You got that right Hardy, that was a sickening thud when Spike hit Talon like that.

Eric Hardy: Well we'll have to take a break why we get this cleared up.

{{Commercial Break}}

( Backstage. Interview area. The Social Enemies stand united in front of the camera. )

Angel: We just got a few things we need to say to NCW. One, The Empire. If a war with us is what you want. You got it. But you have to wait until after Reborn. After WE take out the Social Distortion. Second, Social Distortion. At Reborn the four of will learn what true power is. It isn't your "title," or your "legacy." True power is what we have. What we will use to bring order back to NCW. Three, the roster. You have nothing to be worried about if you are not aligned with Spike Kane or Davey Ortega. We are not a corrupt, power hungry stable. Lastly, Xavier Williams. Reborn you and I face for my title. Good luck. But do us both a favor and leave the lackeys back stage.

Falcon: For too long I have been looked over. Week after week I tell you what I want. You don't watch my promos, fine. At Reborn I am DEMANDING to be in the Xtreme Championship match. I have done nothing but earn that opportunity and Jackhammer just drops in and gets a shot. I demand mine too. If I don't get it, Jackhammer and Prophet will not be the only sorry ones.

Talon: I seemingly have nothing going on at Reborn. So I extend a challenge to a man who deserves an ass beating more than anyone else in NCW. Rob Diamond. You stabbed your own brother in law in the back, then proceeded to hide behind Spike Kane. Your weak, your an idiot, and you've gotten away with murder for too long. Fold or Die Rob, your choice.

Joe Everyman: JFK has done nothing... Except call me out for weeks. You want a shot, take it. I'm not hiding behind my friends. I'm not hiding behind our "leader." I'm not jumping my possible opponents from behind. I'm in that ring every week, fighting. That's what I do. You think you need to jump your competition to weaken them up because you can't beat them one on one. That's what you gotta do. But for one night, be a man, face me.

( The four of them continue to look into the camera as Now is the Time by Dope plays in the background. We fade out back to ringside. ) Eric Hardy: Next we have a newcomer breaking into his first match here in nCw, K.C. Burke. Taking on everyone's favorite surprise, the Hamster himself, Jack Hammond!

Kelly Fox: The Hamster?

Eric Hardy: What? He's cute and unassuming, but he'll bite when you least expect it.

Kelly Fox: Oooookkk...

Eric Hardy: Moving on...

(The lights turn off in the arena and several moments later blue pyros blow up on the entrance stage and the lights turn back on, but are now dark blue. "Wishmaster" by Nightwish hits the PA System as smoke flows out over the entire entrance stage, down the aisle and around the ring. A large burst of smoke shoots up over the entrance stage and as it clears out, "The Prophet" K.C. Burke can be seen. The crowd erupts in cheers as he raises one arm in the arm and then heads down the aisle and circles the ring. He climbs up the ring steps and grabs ahold of the turnbuckle and jumps over the top rope into the ring. The smoke clears and the music dies down as he approaches the middle of the ring.)

Eric Hardy: Burke looks focused and ready..

Kelly Fox: Either that or he's always miserable.

(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 the bell)

Eric Hardy: Let's see if Hammond can capitalize on his showcase win and put another one in the win column tonight.

Kelly Fox: He'll do it.

Eric Hardy: You sound so sure.

Kelly Fox: He has my support, he'll do it.

Eric Hardy: Oooookkkk..

(Burke wastes no time, going for a surprise super kick. Jack manages to duck out of the way, but when he turns back Burke connects with a dropkick. Burke goes to follow up with a complete shot, but Hammond blocks it, twists and counters with an Orton style backbreaker. Hammond back to his feet, goes for a standing moonsault, but Burke gets the knees up doubling Hammond over on his feet. Burke flips back to his feet, and nails Hammond with a step up Enzigiri.)

Eric Hardy: This is what you should expect from these two. Fast paced, lots of improv moves.. perfect..

Kelly Fox: Fast and Hard.. nothing better..

Eric Hardy: Not touching that one..

Kelly Fox: If you like your job, better not.

(Burke back up, going for a Lionsault. Hammond rolls out of the way, gets to his feet then runs and connects a running DDT as Burke begins to stand. Jack follows with the cover 1....2... Kickout by Burke. Hammond picks Burke up, irish whips him across the ring, and sets up for a back drop. Burke counters, rolling over into a sunset flip. 1...2... Thr- No.. Kickout by Hammond. Hammond wastes no time rolling back through and connecting a front dropkick on Burke.)

Eric Hardy: Neither of these men can afford a moments breather here. All it takes is three seconds.

Kelly Fox: Sometimes the only thing you here is the bell.

(Both men are up now, exchanging right hands in the corner. Burke whips Hammond across the ring, then follows with a Stinger splash. Hammond moves, then bounces off the ropes for a running reverse bulldog. Hammond grins at the crowd as he climbs the turnbuckle, and connects with a high risk flipping leg drop. Then he stands up, getting in position, and waits.)

Eric Hardy: I'd say Hammond was in prime focus if he didn't have that grin on his face.

Kelly Fox: Just how he does things Hardy, get used to it.

(Burke slowly tries to climb to his feet, but loses balance and ends up on one knee. Hammond moves in for the skill and BAM! That wicked buzzsaw Charger kick right to the skull.)

Eric Hardy: Oohhh the Charger kick, that will rattle a few brain cells.

Kelly Fox: Provided you have any left after that. What an Impact!

(Hammond pins 1...2...3!)

Amber Ashe: Here is your winner, Jack Hammond!

Eric Hardy: Hammond notches up another victory. Another in his amazing turn around story.

Eric Hardy: We have learnt that the 3 Team Match, will now just be a regular tag team match, as The Sports Nutz recently asked for their released yesterday and were granted it.

The Team of Shot In The Dark is already in the ring as 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 Sexy Jason is seemingly doesn’t look like he is suffering from any kind of Jet Lag after flying back from the Aces wedding yesterday afternoon.

The arena goes completely dark. Red and White strobes begin to flash as the titantron shows a picture of a dilapidated old school. The letters NCW flash, ad ''God of Thunder'' by KISS begins to play. The crows cheers doesn’t know, what exactly to think, as the lights slowly come back on and Outcast is standing on the entrance way. Outcast looks around the arena, with no visible emotion seen. He slowly walks down to the ring. He slides in and walks up the turnbuckle, and leans against it.

Kelly Fox: Great…Ortega had to bring in another WCF guy to nCw…Atleast this is a surprise, honestly I figured it was going to be Jack Manson.

Eric Hardy: It is a surprise indeed.

Outcast starts out the match for his team, and without any kind of warning just begins to brutally attack shot in the dark member Dark Tiger, actually catching the big man off guard, with a series of punches, Morris falls backwards and gets tangled up in the ropes as Outcast continues to rain down punches…Norman Dafoe tries to retain order, however there is hardly anything can he do, as he hasn’t even rang the bell, for the match to begin yet…Meanwhile Sexy Jason has pulled his partner off the apron, causing him to smash face first against the Apron….Finally Outcast decides to back off, as Dark Tiger is already bleeding…Meanwhile Jason has already taken care of business on the outside. Finally Dafoe has to ring the bell for the match to begin, Morris is in no shape to defend himself, as Outcast grabs him, and spikes him with a Vicious Piledriver, and then makes the Tag to Jason who just made it onto the apron….Jason climbs into the ring, and cockily places his foot over Dark Tiger….One….Two….Three!

Kelly Fox: Jesus Christ, that was like the shortest match ever…Shot in the Dark was completely destroyed by Davey Ortega own personal bodyguard Outcast.

Sexy Jason celebrates, as Outcast just somewhat shows no emotion on the apron, as he heads to the back.

{{Commercial Break}}

The action cuts for a moment to the smiling face of Brent Sampson. Dressed in a pair of pressed jeans and a blue button down shirt, he grins and waves into the camera.

Brent Sampson: “Hello nCw faithful. Sorry to break you away from the white hot action that in Collision but I’ve been commissioned by the boss, Leonard Fox, to attempt to get to the bottom of a situation that has reached it’s boiling point.”

The camera cuts back a bit to reveal that Brent was standing between Layla and Carly Robbins. He looks at both women who looked sexy as ever and a giddy grin flashes on his face.

Brent Sampson: Now normally, any man would just love to be standing here between two of the most gorgeous ladies on the nCw roster, but if I could be honest with you all, you could cut the tension with a knife in this room right now. These ladies hate each other folks and I bet that it’s taking a lot for them to refrain from attacking each other right here and now.”

Layla: You got that right!”

She says with her arms crossed.

Carly Robbins: “Bring it on!”

Layla shoots up from her seat but Brent gets between the ladies before anything bad happens.

Brent Sampson: “Come on ladies. Let’s keep this professional. You two have been fighting for a few weeks now over Steve Awesome. Why?”

Layla: “Hold on. We’re not fighting over Steve. We’re fighting because she’s a whore!”

Carly Robbins: “Oh that’s funny. See I thought we were fighting because you bashed me with a steel chair a few weeks ago.”

Layla: “Yeah, because you’re a whore and you slept with my boyfriend.”

Carly Robbins: “Ugh, don’t remind me.”

Brent Sampson: “Well whatever the reason is, it needs to stop. We can’t have our managers and interviewers fighting all over the shows.”

Layla: “Well I’ll stop as soon as she admits she is a slut!”

Carly Robbins: Look. I admit that I did stuff with Steve Awesome. I started falling for him, I let my emotions get the better of me and I made a mistake.”

Layla: Your damn right you made a mistake. What would make you think that you’d ever be good enough for MY man?”

Carly sighs.

Carly Robbins: “See Brent. That’s why we’ve been fighting. Because Layla likes to act like a bitch! She sits there like she’s better than everybody.”

Layla: “That’s because I AM.”

Carly Robbins: “Yeah, but she really isn’t. I mean she must not be that grate of a catch if HER MAN is always out looking for more booty.”

Layla: “Oh is that what you think?”

Carly Robbins: “Yeah that’s exactly what I think! I may have been the idiot that slept with him a few weeks back but you’re the one who stays with him. Who’s the dummy now?”

Layla gets up from her chair again.

Layla: “Steve and I are working through that issue as we speak! What matters most is the love we have for each other and……Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

Carly Robbins: “I might have.”

Layla: “Try rolling them again with your eye black and blue!”

This causes Carly to get up from her chair.

Carly Robbins: “I’d like to see you try it.”

The girls get nose to nose, forcing Brent to shove his way between them.

Brent Sampson: “Stop this right now! I’ve had enough of this. Were all adults here and I’d hope that you two could resolve this without fighting! Leo gave me the ability to solve this problem any way possible. If you need time off, locker rooms on opposite sides of the arena, Hell if I have to I’ll arrange for separate busses but you have to stop this fighting! Now tell me what can I do to get you to stop!”

The two girls stay quiet for a few moments but still keep there glare locked on each other. Untill finally, Layla speaks up.

Layla: “A match!”

Brent Sampson: “A match?”

Layla: “Yeah. I want a match against this tramp at Reborn! What do you say Carly? You want to finally solve this thing?”

Carly Robbins: “You just tell me where to sign.”

Layla: “Good. Brent, book that match for Reborn. Layla vs. Carly Robbins. Inside a STEEL CAGE! It’s time to take this dog back to her kennel!”

The two females glare at each other as we cut back to ringside.

Eric Hardy: Oh man! Another shocking announcement for Reborn! Carly vs. Layla inside a steel cage! I think that’s a first for nCw. Right Kelly?”

Kelly Fox: “The first actual women’s match here in nCw. And it’s going to be a steel cage. I’m just glad it won’t be bra and panties. Watching half naked women touching each other really grosses me out.”

Eric Hardy: “Yeah…me too. Wait a second….”

Kelly Fox: “What?”

Eric Hardy: “Now I wish it was bra and panties.”

Kelly Fox: “You would you virgin.”

"Head On To Heartache (Let Them Rot)" starts to play as the crowd gets on their feet and start to boo. Once the vocals begin, the lights come back on as we see Reckless Jack standing in the entry way in a black hoodie with the hood up. He takes in the crowd's reaction before starting to make his way down to the ring. He slaps away arms that try to high five him. Once he gets down to the ring, he slides into the ring and heads to the nearest turnbuckle. The crowd boos as Reckless Jack hops off and goes to the middle of the ring where he unzips his hoodie and takes it off, handing it to someone at ringside. While his music fades away, he makes sure his kick pads are in place before getting ready for the match.

Eric Hardy: Here is the number one contender to the world title. Reckless Jack.

Kelly Fox: Yup, the apathetic one is set to take on Steve Awesome. The next number one contender in my eyes.

Eric Hardy: Did Steve pay you to say that?

Kelly Fox: “I don’t discuss any financial transactions I may come across.”

Eric Hardy: “Yeah but everybody already knows that you’re a slut.”

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. ::After the match between JackHammer and Dark Prophet. A man slides into the ring with something in his hand. A sick crack can be heard as the object is a Kendo Stick, and the man is Sexy Jason. Jason just hit DP with a nasty shot across his back. DP winches, and falls to his knees. JFK soon hits the ring, taking on JackHammer. Though..JackHammer and Dark Prophet soon fighting back, and the tables have turned as JFK and Jason are now on the receiving end of a beating. Jason is backed against a corner, and DP now has the Kendo Stick. JFK is being stomped by JackHammer, struggling to get back to his feet. Prophet raises the kendo stick, but suddenly a look of pain sprawls across his face, as he falls to a result of a low blow. Steve Awesome is now in the ring, coming through the fans. He picks up the kendo stick and hits JackHammer with it. Jason, no on the offense attacks DP while he is down. Awesome and JFK assualt hammer. Outcast comes from the back next, and steps into the ring helping Jason take out DP. Awesome and JFK toss Hammer out of the ring, and focus their attack on DP. DP is outnumbered, but amazingly he still fights back. He gets a few good shots in on Outcast and Jason, but the numbers game catches up to him and he is no the recipient of an Empire Beating. Outcast and JFK hold him, as he struggles. Jason has the kendo stick once more, and drives it into the skull of DP. He wavers, but doesn't lose his balance. Jason hits him again, and again, and again. DP soon begins to smile, as Jason looks at Awesome with a face like ''The hell?'' The fans begin to boo even louder, as Davey Ortega has come from the back with a mic.:: Davey: JFK..let go of him. ::JFK does so, and Outcast takes DP to the turnbuckle, and sets him up for his Black Out Piledriver. Davey slides into the ring and tells JFK something. JFK leaves the ring, to come back with the Xtreme Championship belt. He hands it to Davey, and Davey carefully places it near the turnbuckle.:: Eric: Oh god no... Kelly: Yes..Yes! This is incredible! The Empire is going to take out their third champion! Eric: Not like this! ::Davey nods, and with out hesitation Outcast steps off, driving Dark Prophets head into the title belt with the Black Out. DP is not moving. Davey goes to look at Prophet, even kicks his a few times to see if he moves. He doesn't. Davey smiles and raises his hands.:: Davey: Damn guys, I think we just redefined ''Extreme.'' Leonard, this is all your fault. Just like Lance said..all of this blood is on your hands. Everyman's, Ryans', and now his. All of this could easily of been avoided had you just made the Pay Per View at Reborn an Empire Main Event. Yeah, I heard the rumors..the talk back stage. We all know Awesome wants the nCw title..and dammit you will give him his shot. Until you tell us that Steve Awesome is the next number one contender..until you make these false champions give up their titles to the true ones..we will take them all out..One by One. ::Davey looks down at Prophet, and tells Outcast and Awesome to hoist him up. They do, and they force Prophet to kneel in front of Davey. Davey laughs, and waves his hand. Awesome and Outcast just drop Prophet. Davey walks to the title, and picks it up. Davey then drives the title down into Prophets head..finally busting him open. He dips his finger in the blood of Prophet and writes ''Empire'' on it as ''Empire'' by Queensryche begins to play. Davey drops the title next to Prophets body, and they all exit the ring.::

Eric Hardy: And the opponent. Steve Awesome.

Kelly Fox: Wow. Steve Awesome vs. Reckless Jack…..haven’t I seen this somewhere before?

Awesome and Jack meet in the middle of the ring as the ref gives his list of rules. But before the bell is rung Awesome hits Jack with a huge right jab to the bridge to the nose! It sends the reckless one stammering back against the ropes. Awesome yells at the ref to ring the bell now and reluctantly the ref does as Steve follows up with more of an attack on his opponent.

Eric Hardy: And Steve Awesome starts this one off with a cheap shot!

Kelly Fox: That wasn’t a cheap shot. Jack was right in front of him. Jack was just to apathetic to block it.

Eric Hardy: Oh man. Look at that choke!

In the ring, Jack’s throat is on the bottom rope and Awesome is standing on his back adding pressure. The ref is starting his count and Steve let’s go at four and then goes right back to the move. Using the top rope to apply even more pressure. Jack kicks his legs wildly as the ref counts again. Steve again breaks a four but this time he uses the rope to bounce and come down with a stiff double foot stomp to the shoulder blades of Reckless Jack. Jack rolls off the rope holding his back.

Awesome walks over and grips Jack up by his hair and pulls him up. He yells to the crowd that he should be the number one contender and then nails a snap suplex on Jack. Awesome holds the suplex position while on the ground and uses his feet to push his body up putting Reckless Jack in a sort of modified neck wrench. Of course Jack doesn’t like it and sends punches to the face of Steve who lets go to avoid anymore face shots. The two get to there feet and Awesome follows up with a chop to the chest. Jack winces in pain and Steve follows up with another one and another one until Awesome whips Jack to the ropes. Awesome looks for a back body drop but Jack stops in front of him and nails a Tajiri like kick to the side of the head that quite possibly forces The Awesome One to forget the fourth grade!

Eric Hardy: OH MY! Did you see that kick, Kelly?”

Kelly Fox: “I didn’t see it, it was going way to fast! But I did hear the sound the impact made.

Awesome seems loopy as he groggily tries to get away on his knees, but Jack is right behind him. Jack grips Steve’s hair and sends another kick to the head. One right, one left and then in a fluid motion Jack quickly drops Steve face across his knee. Awesome falls to the mat as Jack looks for the cover.

1.…..2.…Steve gets his shoulder up. And he is now sporting a bloody nose. But Jack continues on the onslaught. Jack pulls Awesome to his feet. And rocks another combo. Two hard jabs and a spinning elbow that causes The Awesome One to fall back into a corner. Jack comes in with shoulder thrusts then gets a running start and comes in with a monkey flip. But somehow Awesome manages to land on his feet! When Jack gets up he narrowly escapes a “Jawbreaker” that was coming straight after him. Jack ducks it and nails a spinning heel kick to the jaw of Steve who goes down to the mat holding his jaw.

RJ starts to hook up the Texas cloverleaf but Awesome isn’t wanting any of that and uses his legs to shove Jack back and out of the move. Steve rolls backward and then gets onto his feet as Jack is coming back at him. Jack looks for a clothesline but Steve ducks out of it and drills a hard kick to the gut of Reckless Jack who doubles over in pain. This gives Awesome the opportunity to run to the ropes behind Jack. And on the return he leaps into the air with a cross body like move that takes Jack down to the mat where Steve quickly locks in “Everybody’s Favorite Submission Hold” (Rings of Saturn) and pulls violently. Jack tries to fight out of it but eventually has no choice but to tap out!

Eric Hardy: Steve Awesome did it! He just beat the number one contender!

Kelly Fox: I told you.

The referee breaks the hold and Awesome stands up to celebrate as his music plays. The ref checks on Jack but he seems fine. Pissed, but fine. He waves off the ref and gets to his feet, holding his shoulder. Awesome see’s it and nails another kick to the midsection. Jack hunches over and Awesome sets up for the “EGO Check” (styles clash piledriver) and drills Jacks head and neck into the mat. Steve yells to the crowd that he is the real next number one contender as he travels up to the back.

{{Commercial Break}}

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. JackHammer has a stonic look on his face as they slowly walk. 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.

The riff to Iowa begins to play, and the lights go low. Rain falls at the entrance and two shadows appear at the entrance ramp, and begins to slowly walk to the ring. The fan’s reaction is mixed, with some pops and some heat throughout the arena. Dark Prophet, clothed in a straight jacket, has arrived. He is escorted by Fate.

Relax... it's over, you belong to me I fill your mouth with dirt Relax... it's over, you can never leave I take your second digit with me... Love...

You are... my first, I can barely breathe I find you fascinating You are... my favorite, lay you down to sleep It's all that I can do to stop... Love...

Prophet rolls under the ropes into the ring, and the lights rise. Fate takes off Prophet's straight jacket. He kneels down in the nearest corner. His cold eyes are fixed upon the mat as he waits for the bell to ring.

As the match starts JackHammer walks across the ring, Dark Prophet rakes the eyes of the man. Then he backs the cheap shot up with a pair of right hands. JackHammer reels slightly. He throws another right but it is blocked by JackHammer who fires lefts of his own pushing Dark Prophet back into the corner. JackHammer slams his head backwards into the turnbuckle. Dark Prophet falls but gets back to his feet quickly. JackHammer picks him up but Dark Prophet fires a flurry elbows into the midsection knocking the big man back. Dark Prophet then levels him with a clothesline that backs him up into the ropes. Dark Prophet drives knees into the midsection of JackHammer then whips him across the ring into the ropes and charges but JackHammer lifts his foot and stops him with a big boot.

Kelly Fox: What a move by JackHammer!

Eric Hardy: This match has been back and fourth right from the beginning.

JackHammer runs over and drops an elbow on the downed Dark Prophet. JackHammer sits on Dark Prophet and starts landing lefts and rights into the face of the stunned Dark Prophet. Dark Prophet grabs JackHammer with his legs and manages to flip out of it. JackHammer rolls out of it and on to his feet only to receive a standing drop kick from Dark Prophet. JackHammer falls back into the corner. Dark Prophet spears JackHammer into the corner. JackHammer crumbles to the floor. Dark Prophet picks up JackHammer and goes for a snap suplex. He gets him over and down. JackHammer back to his feet quickly as Dark Prophet gets to his feet slightly slower. JackHammer hits Dark Prophet with a cheap shot with a poke of the eyes. He picks Dark Prophet up and tries to squeeze the air out of him with a bear hug. JackHammer cinches it in as Dark Prophet leans back in pain.

Kelly Fox: Well it looks as if JackHammer is trying to take control here. He is definitely going for the advantage with this move.

Eric Hardy: This is a tactic by JackHammer to take away Dark Prophet’ energy.

JackHammer tightens his arms as the referee comes closer to see the state of Dark Prophet. The ref lifts Dark Prophets’ arm once and it falls. He lifts the arm again and it falls. He lifts the arm a third time, it falls all the way down but it begins to shake as it nears the bottom of it fall. The ref shakes it off. JackHammer runs Dark Prophet into the corner and nails him into the turnbuckle. Dark Prophet collapses into the corner and looks happy to be able to breathe as JackHammer picks him up off the mat. He hammers him down with DDT. He picks him up again and goes for a suplex but Dark Prophet blocks it and nails JackHammer with twisting DDT of his own!

Kelly Fox: Dark Prophet may be down but he isn’t out of here!

Eric Hardy: This match is NOT over.

JackHammer is to his feet first. Dark Prophet struggles to his feet as JackHammer runs over with a barrage of left hands. JackHammer picks him up and goes over the shoulder with a powerslam. He lifts the leg and goes for the pin. 1…2… kickout by Dark Prophet. JackHammer rolls off of him as Dark Prophet uses his arms to get back to his feet. JackHammer goes towards Dark Prophet who meets him square in the head with an elbow. Dark Prophet gets behind JackHammer and puts him in a chin lock. Dark Prophet tries to work him towards the ground but JackHammer won’t budge. JackHammer drives a few elbows to the gut of Dark Prophet and he gives up the hold but quickly hits JackHammer with a bulldog.

Kelly Fox: What a move by Dark Prophet to finally hurt the big man.

Dark Prophet steps across JackHammer. Dark Prophet picks up JackHammer and whips him through the ropes and JackHammer falls to the outside. Once again JackHammer is quick to his feet as he tries to regain his composure. Dark Prophet slips to the outside of the ring as the they lock up. JackHammer throws Dark Prophet into the ring. Dark Prophet hits the floor as JackHammer picks him up and rams his shoulder into the ring post as Dark Prophet screams. JackHammer goes to throw Dark Prophet into the ring post but Dark Prophet reverses and throws JackHammer into the post with a deafening thud. JackHammer collapses as Dark Prophet jumps up on the ring apron and lands a knee right down on the head of JackHammer. Dark Prophet picks up the wilted big man and smashes his head into the ring post. He splits JackHammer wide open

Kelly Fox: What a comeback by Dark Prophet. JackHammer’s head is split wide open and it appears as if Dark Prophet has the upper hand!

Eric Hardy: Well Dark Prophet took the opportunity that presented itself!

Dark Prophet picks up JackHammer and puts him on his shoulder again. He runs towards the ring post but JackHammer wraps his arm around Dark Prophet’s head. Dark Prophet runs his own head into the post. Both men collapse outside the ring. The ref begins the count. 1…2…3…4…5 JackHammer begins to try to get to his feet…6 JackHammer gets to his feet as Dark Prophet stirs. 7…8.. JackHammer slides back into the ring to break the count as Dark Prophet tries to fight to his feet. JackHammer lies on the mat with blood covering most of his face. Dark Prophet gets to his feet and slides onto the canvas. The ref begins the ten count again. 1…2…3…4…5 JackHammer grabs the bottom rope and begins to wrestle himself back to his feet …6 JackHammer grabs the second rope and gets his feet under him as the ref stops the count. Dark Prophet is stirring. He has not made it to his feet. JackHammer picks him up and drives him into the mat with a tilt-a-whirl piledriver! JackHammer falls to his knees. Dark Prophet is out. JackHammer falls flat on his face.

The ref starts the count again..1...2...3...JackHammer slowly starts to stir.4...JackHammer gets to his knees as Dark Prophet stirs some...5...JackHammer has gotten to his feet and heads over to Dark Prophet. JackHammer picks Dark Prophet up. JackHammer grabs Dark Prophet by the throat, JackHammer has a wild look in his eyes as he picks Dark Prophet up and nails him with the Earth Tremble. JackHammer covers Dark Prophet, the ref counts 1...2...3.

{After the match between JackHammer and Dark Prophet. A man slides into the ring with something in his hand. A sick crack can be heard as the object is a Kendo Stick, and the man is Sexy Jason. Jason just hit DP with a nasty shot across his back. DP winches, and falls to his knees. JFK soon hits the ring, taking on JackHammer. Though..JackHammer and Dark Prophet soon fighting back, and the tables have turned as JFK and Jason are now on the receiving end of a beating. Jason is backed against a corner, and DP now has the Kendo Stick. JFK is being stomped by JackHammer, struggling to get back to his feet. Prophet raises the kendo stick, but suddenly a look of pain sprawls across his face, as he falls to a result of a low blow. Steve Awesome is now in the ring, coming through the fans. He picks up the kendo stick and hits JackHammer with it. Jason, no on the offense attacks DP while he is down. Awesome and JFK assualt hammer. Outcast comes from the back next, and steps into the ring helping Jason take out DP. Awesome and JFK toss Hammer out of the ring, and focus their attack on DP. DP is outnumbered, but amazingly he still fights back. He gets a few good shots in on Outcast and Jason, but the numbers game catches up to him and he is no the recipient of an Empire Beating. Outcast and JFK hold him, as he struggles. Jason has the kendo stick once more, and drives it into the skull of DP. He wavers, but doesn't lose his balance. Jason hits him again, and again, and again. DP soon begins to smile, as Jason looks at Awesome with a face like ''The hell?'' The fans begin to boo even louder, as Davey Ortega has come from the back with a mic.}

Davey: JFK..let go of him.

{JFK does so, and Outcast takes DP to the turnbuckle, and sets him up for his Black Out Piledriver. Davey slides into the ring and tells JFK something. JFK leaves the ring, to come back with the Xtreme Championship belt. He hands it to Davey, and Davey carefully places it near the turnbuckle.}

Eric: Oh god no...

Kelly: Yes..Yes! This is incredible! The Empire is going to take out their third champion!

Eric: Not like this!

{Davey nods, and with out hesitation Outcast steps off, driving Dark Prophets head into the title belt with the Black Out. DP is not moving. Davey goes to look at Prophet, even kicks his a few times to see if he moves. He doesn't. Davey smiles and raises his hands.}

Davey: Damn guys, I think we just redefined ''Extreme.'' Leonard, this is all your fault. Just like Lance said..all of this blood is on your hands. Everyman's, Ryans', and now his. All of this could easily of been avoided had you just made the Pay Per View at Reborn an Empire Main Event. Yeah, I heard the rumors..the talk back stage. We all know Awesome wants the nCw title..and dammit you will give him his shot. Until you tell us that Steve Awesome is the next number one contender..until you make these false champions give up their titles to the true ones..we will take them all out..One by One.

{Davey looks down at Prophet, and tells Outcast and Awesome to hoist him up. They do, and they force Prophet to kneel in front of Davey. Davey laughs, and waves his hand. Awesome and Outcast just drop Prophet. Davey walks to the title, and picks it up. Davey then drives the title down into Prophets head..finally busting him open. He dips his finger in the blood of Prophet and writes ''Empire'' on it as ''Empire'' by Queensryche begins to play. Davey drops the title next to Prophets body, and they all exit the ring.:}

{{Commercial break}}

Eric Hardy: Welcome back everybody, for your viewing pleasure. We have a match that has recently been made for the Xdivision championship.

Kelly Fox: Angel will square off with the leader of the Empire and the man who goated him into putting the championship on the line, Davey Ortega.

{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. Shelly walks out behind Angel and wraps herself around 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 Shelly at his side. 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

As he and Shelly reach the apron, Angel looks around then heads up the steps, Shelly right behind him.

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

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. Shelly gets in the ring and waits for her savior. He then rips off the NCW X-Division Championship and holds it high over his head. 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. Shelly heads back out to ring side. Angel awaits his match.}

Eric Hardy: And here is the champion, Angel. He looks as ready as always.

Kelly Fox: And here comes Mr. Preston to announce the entrance of one Davey Ortega.

{Angel is in the ring as Mr. Preston comes to the ring he holds the mic to his lips and begins to introduce his friend.}

Mr. Preston: Ladies and Gentleman…I present to you tonight, the....

Other Voice: Biggest waste of space in nCw!!!! The man who has lost three chances at the nCw championship. The man who has to have his safety net of bodygaurds around him at all time, because he's too big of a pansy arse to take care of himself. The Man..... the myth... the douchebag.... DAVEY ORTEGA!

{Mr. Preston looks furious and looks straight at Angel who shrugs his shoulders. Davey Ortega comes out and looks around and finally the nCw-tron cuts backstage in the sound trailer where we see Adam Knite with a microphone in his hands.}

Ortega, walks to the rest of the way to the ring as Knite begins talking.}

Adam Knite: Oh what's wrong Davey? You get a little too used to all this special treatment you've been getting around here. Listen here numbnuts....... you think you're in total control of nCw, you thinkn you can get whatever your heart desires but the workers like me, who come out and bust our tails the right way to get ahead..... we're not standing for it anymore.... we're not going to be oppressed by your Empire. Beginning tonight.... your Empire will begin to crumble at your feet...... tonight your Knitemare is about to begin Ortega....... deal with it.

Kelly Fox: That was uncalled for Knite, should of never interrupted Preston like that.

Eric Hardy: Ortega should stop making everyone angry without thinking thru what could happen.

Angel has come up behind Ortega as he was watching Adam's “announcment”, he clocks Ortega in the back with a clothesline and the bell is ringing ready for the match to start. As Angel keeps on the offensive, as he lifts Ortega up, who doesn’t respond kindly as he rocks Angel with a European Uppercut, Angel staggers as Ortega quickly nails a standing dropkick, knocking Angel backwards, Ortega quickly tries to hook him for the Saturday Night Ride, however Angel replies with several elbows, then hooks Ortega head for a DDT, Ortega however powers backwards, shoving Angel into the corner, and quickly nails a series of chops on Angel.

Kelly Fox: The Dude is in total control.

Eric Hardy: But he hasn’t ended Angel undefeated streak just yet.

Kelly Fox: bleh.

Ortega goes for another chop, but Angel moves, and quickly nails a quick dropkick to the back, that causes Ortega to groan in pain, seemingly because his back is still seemingly hurting from the Strap Match about a month ago, Angel then nails a clubbing blow to the back, sending a tremor of pain up Ortega spine. Angel turns Ortega around and goes for a Piledriver, but Ortega grabs his feet and quickly caterpaults him into the turnbuckle, before grabbing the arm of Angel, with a Arm-Bar before turning it into a Ankle Lock, Angel screams for a second then rolls thru the move, sending Ortega off, crashing to the mat.

Eric Hardy: Both men seem to be staying ahead of each other.

Kelly Fox: The dude is on a roll though.

Ortega gets up and Angel tries to destroy his ribcage with a Pump Kick, however Ortega catches the leg, then drops a elbow across the shin of Angel, then takes him down with a Single Leg Take Down, Ortega then drops his knee across the leg of Angel, before spinning around several times, with a spinning toe hold, in shades of Terry Funk, Ortega then tries to go for a Figure Four, however Angel shoves him off, and favors his leg as he is getting up, Ortega goes for a clothline, however Angel ducks under it, hitting a hangman neckbreaker quickly and goes for the cover…One…Ortega kicks out.

Kelly Fox: Yeah, Angel has no chance

Eric Hardy: That was a nice neckbreaker regardless

Kelly Fox: No it wasn’t…It didn’t infact break Ortega neck, therefore it was a rather crappy one, that couldn’t even get a two count.

Angel is first up, but is favoring his leg, He goes for a Superkick as Ortega is raising, but stops and clutches his leg, Ortega shows no mercy, as he quickly rushes in, nailing a low dropkick to the leg, He then drags Angel over towards the turnbuckle, laying it on the bottom rope, before jumping up and dropping weight on the leg of Angel, who screams, Ortega tries again, however Angel gets both legs up and send Ortega falling over the top rope, before crashing onto the ring apron.

Eric Hardy: This is Angel chance to recover

Kelly Fox: It doesn’t matter, that freak is going to be down on the ground crying again in No-Time.

Angel, uses the nearby ropes to get to his feet. As Ortega stumbles up to his feet on the apron, Angel then nails a quick shot, and hooks up Ortega before Suplexing him back into the ring, he goes for the cover…One…Two…Ortega kicks out right after two, Angel tries to get back on the offensive, however Ortega chops Angel knee, causing him to stumble down to the mat, Ortega then quickly slams Angel knee into the mat. Ortega pulls Angel up, and goes for a Kneebreaker, however Angel wiggles around and plants Ortega with a huge DDT, causing Ortega head to slam against the mat Violently.

Eric Hardy: Angel could take control after that.

Kelly Fox: How many times, do I have to tell you, It doesn’t matter.

Angel is a little slow to get up, but manages to make it to his feet, before beginning to climb the top rope, Ortega stumbles to his feet, as Angel flies off, However Ortega is ready and nails HAIL TO THE GM!

Kelly Fox: Angel is done. Mitch Kennedy rings the bell, as Ortega looks around in shock, yelling…I’m Davey Ortega…you’re not supposed to Disqualifly me for that.

Eric Hardy: Ortega doesn’t seem happy with the decision.

Ortega yells and scream at Mitch Kennedy, while Angel rolls around on the mat…Ortega finally seems to regain his cool, and begins to calmly walk away, until he turns around and breaks the official Mitch Kennedy in half with The Setting Sun!

Eric Hardy: That was uncalled for, You lost the match, get over it

Kelly Fox: He shouldn’t of lost….He was in full control

Ortega leaves, as Angel finally gets to his feet, and holds his arms up in victory, after winning by DQ

{{Commercial Break}}

Eric Hardy: Welcome back fans and it's time for the match of the night, our main event.

Kelly Fox: We'll be seeing the World Champion Lance Ryan versus Trent Helms in this Xtreme contest. Should be amazing.

Eric Hardy: That's exactly right, this one should not be missed.

{The Arena get's plunged into darkness, before several strobe lights, circle around the arena, as it's made to look like a UFO landing, a voice then echoes thru the arena. 1500 years ago, everyone knew that the Earth was the center of the universe. 500 years ago, everyone knew that the Earth was flat. 15 minutes ago, you knew that humans were alone on this planet...Imagine what you'll "know" tomorrow. The Tron shows the planet earth on the screen as the arena is completely dark at this point. A Woman begins to scream as the Planet Earth is shown being blown up before I'm So Sick by Flyleaf begins to play.

I'm so sick, Infected with where I live Let me live without this Empty bliss, Selfishness I'm so sick I'm so sick

Trent Helms quickly emerges from a thick layer of blue fog and flashing lights onto the Stage as he extends both him arms outwards

If you want more of this We can push out, sell out, die out So you'll shut up And stay sleeping With my screaming in your itching ears

He finally makes his way towards the entrance way, and quickly drops to his knees, as he spreads his arms outwards again, as he arches back, as Fireworks repeatly go off behind him before he climbs back to his feet and heading to the ring.

I'm so sick, Infected with where I live Let me live without this Empty bliss, Selfishness I'm so sick I'm so sick

Trent slides under the bottom rope and climbs to the second turnbuckle, as he once against extends him arms outward, as the blue and purple flashing lights surround him}

Eric Hardy: And here is Trent Helms.

Kelly Fox: Or AKA, the soon to be loser.

{The lights in the arena go completely out, even the floodlights, and the arena is pitch black. "Run" by Day of Fire begins to play in the arena and the fans in attendance can be heard, but not seen, cheering. A bright shower of pyro begins to fall from the nCw-tron, lighting the surrounding area. The cheers gets louder as the fans do indeed recognize that it is Lance Ryan that is about to make his entrance to the arena.

The race is running a pace that’s quicker The clock's tick ticking against The world keeps turning…this house is on fire… Won’t catch me sleepwalking again…

Lance walks out onto the entranceway, indeed with his empire. To his left is his son Jamie, and to his right is his brother Matthew. the showers over the ramp fall down atop the three men as Lance removes the nCw World Title from around his waist and raises it high in the air. The fans begin to cheer even louder for their champion. The pyro stops illuminating the arena and we are again found in complete darkness.

Running…said I’m running…I’m running… I’m coming at you gunning…running…said I’m running against… Running…said I’m running…I’m running I’m coming at you gunning…running…said I’m running against…

The arena is now lit by flashing strobe lights that make the movements of the nCw champion seem as if in slow motion as he walks down the ramp and towards the ring. He points to signs in the crowd that are directed at him and slaps hands with fans on either side of the entranceway. As the three men get to ringside, Matthew climbs up onto the apron and Jamie uses the stairs. Both men then sit upon the second rope as Lance steps up onto the apron and in between the middle and top rope and into the ring. Once he enters the ring, pyro shoots up into the rafters from each ring post and a golden rain again falls from the rafters and into the ring. Lance climbs atop the turnbuckle and holds his World Title high in the air for all to see.

Awake and running the distance quicker This road is nearing the end The wheel keeps turning…this heart is on fire… I’m burning up high speed when I win…

Lance then climbs down and stands in the middle of the ring staring out into the crowd with disgust as he awaits the start of his match.}

Eric Hardy: And this match is ready to go, lets get this party started.

Kelly Fox: Oh yeah, here we go.

{The match kicks off with Helms coming rushing in towards Ryan, Trent throws a leg up and kicks the side of Ryan, then flips over looking to hit the running enziguiri but Ryan easily ducks his head and sends Trent the whole way over. Lance pulls on the leg he has in his arm and jerks it back hard sending Helms face first into the mat, Ryan then takes the leg, puts his foot on the back of the knee and then lifts driving the leg into the mat. Ryan pulls Helms off the mat and attempts to Irish whip Helms into the corner, Trent hits the breaks and tries to sent Ryan instead but Ryan holds onto Trent's arm and pulls hard, pulling Trent right into a huge clothesline that sends Helms back down to the mat. Helms rolls over onto his stomach holding the back of his head in pain. Ryan slides out of the ring and pulls Trent out of the ring also when he gets there. Lance takes Trent's head and slams it hard into the apron, Trent bounces up and staggers backwards but then falls flat on his back when Lance kicks Helms' legs out from behind him. Trent hits the floor hard and holds the back of his head some more in obvious pain. Lance reaches under the ring where he drags out a table and the crowd is cheering like crazy just at the sight. Lance puts it up into the standing position and then refocuses on Helms. Lance pulls Helms to his feet but as had enough and begins laying puch after punch to Lance knocking Lance off guard and sending him back first into the apron. Trent runs and jumps onto the steel ring steps and turns around in mid air looking for a drop kick but Lance doesn't bite and simply runs to the ring barriers out of harms way and Trent falls back down to the floor.}

Eric Hardy: My gawd, it doesn't matter what Trent does, Lance is a step ahead at every turn.

Kelly Fox: Lance is a smart man Hardy, he's been ready for this match for a while I can guarantee that.

Eric Hardy: Well the way this is going, I'm not going to even attempt to argue with you.

{Trent is in obvious pain still but that doesn't stop him from getting up, he reaches up and pulls himself up to a vertical base however he is soon back down to the mat when he takes a steel ring step to the face from Lance. Lance pulls Helms off the padding and drapes Helms across the apron. Lance then positions the uprooted ring steps across from Trent's head propped up against the ring rails. Lance dives under the bottom rope and is back in the ring. Lance runs and hits the ropes he comes back and gives Helms a baseball slide that sends him flying off the apron and head first into the ring steps that Ryan had positioned! Helms grabs is face in pain as a small blood line can be seen forming on his forehead. Lance slides back under the ropes and to the outside. Trent is on the padding writhing in pain as Ryan simply pulls an almost lifeless Trent up and throws him back into the ring, Ryan follows and makes the cover, and Mailville counts 1....2.... but Helms somehow manages to get a shoulder off the mat!}

Eric Hardy: Holy hell, I thought that was it for Helms....

Kelly Fox: No way, so did I, how did he kick from that?

Eric Hardy: I have no idea, but he has to have a concussion by now.

Kelly Fox: He's being beat like a step child.

{Lance doesn't let this stop him as he slides back under the ropes he reaches in and pulls Helms half way out of the ring where his head and shoulder are leaning over the apron. Lance is back on the apron standing against the ring posts. He gets a running start and leaps and comes across Helms' neck and chest with a leg drop! Lance pulls on Trent's lifeless body and it falls under the bottom rope to the outside. Ryan is in complete control now, as he pulls Helms back to his feet and drags him over to the table he had set up earlier. Ryan takes Helms and tries to put him across the wood but Trent holds out his arms and refuses to go. Lance pulls Helms back and attempts again but again Lance hits the breaks, Trent takes Lance's head and slams him face first into the pine instead, Lance bounces off holding his forehead, Trent drops to one knee seemingly out of exhaustion but instead hits a low blow instead Lance slumps over in pain and Helms takes a breather before he reaches under the ring and pulls out a kendo stick. Lance is getting back to his feet when Helms takes the stick and smashes it into the face of Ryan, but Lance doesn't budge. Trent reaches back even further and blasts Ryan again! Ryan staggers now, Trent hits him again and again finally bringing Lance down to one knee. Trent takes a batter's stance and takes a baseball swing with the stick and breaks it in half across the cheek of Ryan who collapses to the floor now. Trent pulls Ryan back up and now drapes him across the table, Trent climbs onto the apron and positions himself, he turns uses the ropes for leverage and springs up onto the middle rope and comes off with an asai moonsault, he comes crashing down through the table to the floor below, but unlikely for Trent, by this time Lance is gone, having rolled out of the way!}

Eric Hardy: Helms has just broken himself in half, did you see that!?

Kelly Fox: Of course I did, that was vicious! Trent could be dead.....

Eric Hardy: Well after that .......wow.....

Kelly Fox: That's why it's called high risk Hardy.

{Lance pulls Trent from the wreckage and pushes him back into the ring. Helms is completely lifeless now. Lance reaches under the ring and pulls out two chairs sliding them into the ring too. Lance climbs back into the ring and pulls Helms over closer into the middle of the ring. Lance covers him and Mailville again counts. 1....2.... but again somehow Trent manages to just barely lift his shoulder off the mat! Lance slaps the mat but gets back to his feet regardless. Lance pulls Helms up and whips him hard into the corner, Trent crumbles upon impact and his arms going across the ropes are the only thing holding him up. Lance slides out of the ring again, and pulls out another table that he slides into the ring, and then follows the wood. Lance puts the table in one corner propped up against the turnbuckles. Lance then pulls the chairs over and positions one a little off center of the ring across from Helms in the sitting position, Lance then turns his back to Helms to pick up the other chair, Helms coming to life takes off in the full sprint and jumps onto the chair Lance had set up and looks to come off in a sneak attack but just as he hits the chair Lance quickly turns around and has shoved the chair into the stomach of Helms! Lance pulls the chair back hard over his shoulders and sends Helms flipping down to the mat!}

Kelly Fox: This is getting too much to watch.... Helms just can't get anythign going, Lance Ryan is just too much for him.

Eric Hardy: Well he is the world champion for a reason. He set that chair up just baiting Helms, and he caught him hook line and sinker.

Kelly Fox: He sure did.

{Helms is on his back in pain as Lance is reaches down and pulls Helms back up. Trent can barely stand on his feet as Ryan whips him hard into the table he had set up. Trent flops onto the wood back first, limp and lifeless. Ryan kicks the sitting chair out of the way and positions himself across the ring from Helms, Lance takes off in a full sprint and is looking to give Helms a Roadblock, Lance dives but Helms has managed to just roll out of the way sending Ryan going through the wood face first! Trent crawls over to the wreckage and somehow manages to flip Lance over and throw an arm over his chest. Mr. Mailville again counts 1....2... but this time it's Lance's turn to raise the shoulder off the mat in the nick of time.}

Eric Hardy: What is going on here!? Neither of these guys will stay down.

Kelly Fox: Ha..... that move wasn't enough to keep Lance down.....

Eric Hardy: Maybe so, but that was one heck of a miss.... it seems the tides of this match might be turning.

Kelly Fox: Not for long.

{Trent pulls himself up using the ropes, barely able to stand on his own power. Lance begins getting himself up off the mat as well. Lance comes at Trent who easily ducks and pulls the top and Lance goes flipping over and lands on the apron. Lance gets to his feet just as Trent does and gives him a big punch Trent spins around and comes back with a discus punch of his own but Lance ducks it and takes Trent in a full nelson from behind, but Trent lays an elbow into the side of Lance's head, Lance is stunned and Trent turns and takes Lance by the head and and lifts him up and into the ring with a vertical suplex! Trent jumps to his feet and runs he hits the ropes and comes off with a springboard moonsault! Trent stays on for the cover 1....2.... but Lance is able to get the shoulder off the mat! Trent gets to his feet and picks up the steel chairs. He places one under Lance's head and then raises the other high above his head looking for a Con-Chair-to! Trent brings down the steel hard but Lance has just rolled out of the way. The impact hurts Trent's hands forcing him to drop the chair, Lance pulls himself up and looks for a Jawdropper but Helms steps to the side at the very last second. Lance's foot lands and he turns to face Trent and Trent kicks him in the stomach, takes Ryan by the head and runs up the ropes and spings off coming down on the chair with a bull dog!! Ryan comes off the chair and now blood is coming from his forehead! Trent wipes the red fluid from his eyes and covers Lance again, and Mailville makes the count... 1....2...but again Lance gets the shoulder off the mat!}

Eric Hardy: Geesh, somebody stay down, lord, they're going to kill each other before there is a winner to this match.

Kelly Fox: You might be right Hardy, I have a feeling neither man is just going to roll over.

Eric Hardy: Maybe they need to start thinking about their futures...... one of them could be escorted out of this match by an abulance.

{Trent pulls Ryan off of his feet and throws him into the corner, Trent comes running in and puts a knee into the chest of Ryan then turns and puts another knee into the side of Lance's head, he spins off and lands on his feet. Ryan is grougy and looks to be out of this match. Trent lifts Ryan and places him sitting on the top turnbuckle in a sitting position. Trent steps out onto the apron and climbs up behind Ryan, Trent jumps onto Lance's shoulders and spins around looking for a tiger-rana but Lance holds onto the move! He jerks Trent back up he then leaps off looking for a powerbomb, but Trent rededicates himself ot the move and in mid air as Lance is trying to throw him down Trent flips giving Lance the hurricanrana, and both men come crashing down to the mat! Trent barely manages to throw his hand over the chest of Ryan and Mailville counts again 1....2... but again much of the same as Lance just gets his shoulder off the mat.}

Eric Hardy: Crap!

Kelly Fox: this is getting out of control, and fast.

{Trent is a little shaken up from the move and rolls out of the ring to catch his breath. He reaches under the ring and he pulls out a ladder and slides it into the ring. Trent reaches back under the ring and pulls out a second ladder and slides it into the ring!}

Eric Hardy: What is Helms thinking here? This isn't a ladder match.

Kelly Fox: I have no idea but knowing Trent like I do..... then it can't be good.

Eric Hardy: You have a point.

Kelly Fox: Always.

{Trent slides back into the ring and when he does he picks up one of the ladders and props it up in the corner. He takes the other ladder and stands it vertically in the ring. Lance begins getting to his feet as Trent is done putting up the other ladder, Lance dives off the mat from a kneeling position and shoves Trent in the chest driving him back first into the ladder Trent set up in the corner. Trent comes out of the corner looking for a fast clothesline but Ryan ducks under and then quickly turns around, Trent turns around at the same time and two are facing each other, Lance wraps his arms around Trent's waist and throws Trent high into the air with a release belly to belly suplex! Trent crashes hard into the ladder and both men are down. After several seconds and both men are seemingly out of it, they begin getting to their feet. Trent is the first one up holding his back in pain, Lance is trying to get to his feet as Trent comes up behind him, Lance takes Trent's head and snap mares him over his shoulder. Trent is sitting on the mat again holding his back from the beating it's taken this whole match. Lance pulls one of the chairs off the ground and raises it high into the air and looks to crack it against Tren'ts head, but Trent rolls out of the way as Lance hits nothing but mat. Trent rolls onto this feet facing Lance and Lance throws Helm's the chair, Lance looks to hit the Canada Calling into the chair but Helms lowers the chair and his head and runs under the foot, he runs sraight up the ladder in the corner and then spins off the ladder holding the chair, he throws it just as Lance is turning around and drop kicks it into his face! Lance flies back down to the mat as does Helms. Trent throws one arm over Lance's shoulders and the count starts 1.....2........ but Lance rolls his shoulder off the mat! The crowd gasps and can barely believe their eyes!}

Eric Hardy: The crowd can't believe it, I can't believe it.....

Kelly Fox: And most importantly.... Helms can't believe it.

{Trent gets back to his feet and can't believe his eyes. Trent picks up the chair and puts it between Lance and the ladder in the corner, Trent runs and then turns around, he takes off in a full sprint, he jumps over Lance and lands on the chair he jumps again and hits the ladder in the corner, he turns while on the ladder and comes off with a Helmshere, it looks to be over for Lance but at the last second Lance takes the other steel chair, and holds it up and Trent comes crashing into it right on his face as Lance is safely out of the way! Blood splatters all over the mat as Helms is rolling around holding his face. Lance crawls over with what energy he has left and simply puts his arm over Trent. The referee counts 1....2.... but Trent manages to roll out of the “pin”.}

Eric Hardy: If Trent didn't have a concusssion before, he has one now.

Kelly Fox: I wouldn't bet against that assessment

{Lance gingerly gets back to his feet and begins pulling Helms off the mat. He pulls Trent back to a vertical base and Trent begins fighting and punching and finally jumps and hits Lance with a spinning head scissors. Trent, wipes the blood away from his eyes and eyes the ladder, Trent pulls the ladder closer to the middle of the ring and then begins climbing up one side, slowly using what energy he has left. Lance is back up, slightly fresher, he wipes the blood away from his face and begins climbing the other side! Trent and Lance going different speeds finally reach the top. At the summitt they begin laying punch after punch into each other, Trent gets the upper hand and hits a big right hand Lance almost topples over but holds on with one hand, he pulls himself back to the top and catches a blow from Helms, Lance holds onto Trent's arm and reaches over and takes him by the head, Lance flips forward over the back of helms and comes crashing down with the Leap the Border! The fans begin the “nCw” chant as both Lance and Helms are completely out.}

Eric Hardy: This is sickening.... if Lance could only muster up enough energy to cover Helms this match would be over.

Kelly Fox: I know Hardy.... I know.... but Lance hit almost as hard as Trent did right there.

Eric Hardy: I can't believe what is going on here tonight in this match.... these two are on the brink of death, yet are still going at it... for what?

Kelly Fox: Pride Hardy... for pride.

{Ryan finally manages to move and he crawls over and throws his body over the body of Trent... Mailville counts and this match is all but over 1.....2..... NO! Helms again lifts the shoulder off the mat! Lance rolls off of Helms onto his back gasping for air and Trent is still on his back in obvious pain. Lance pulls himself off the mat using the ropes and gets to his feet he reaches over and pulls Trent to his. Trent lifts a knee and plants it right into the gut of Ryan, Ryan slumps over and Trent drags him towards the corner. Trent climbs the ropes and sits on them as he turns Lance around Trent comes flipping off looking for a diamond dust, but Lance holds onto the ropes and sends Trent flipping forward onto his back! Trent rolls over and gets up but Lance kicks him in stomach. Lance takes Helms by the head and is looking for the Train Spike, but Helms holds onto Lance just as Lance lifts, Trent flips Lance over his shoulder and both men land on their backs, Lance and Trent both spin back to their feet quickly and are back up facing each other, Lance comes at Trent who lowers his shoulder and pulls Lance up into a fireman's carry Trent from here hits the Bioshock! Trent manages to get his arm over Lance and the count begins 1.....2.....3 Winner.... TRENT HELMS!!!!!!!

Eric Hardy: My gawd, Trent did it! Trent pulled it off!!!!

{The crowd all around the arena are standing to their feet giving Lance and Trent a standing ovation!}

Kelly Fox: wow.... this is surreal.

{The fans are cheering wildly but suddenly the cheers turn to boos as The Empire again walks out from the back!}

Eric Hardy: NO! NO! NO! Ortega don't ruin this moment!

Kelly Fox: He's Davey Ortega he can do whatever he wants.

Eric Hardy: It appears that way, but it's getting disgusting I tell you.

{The Empire begins making their way to the ring, they slide in and surround the two fallen competitors. Then the boos turn to cheers as Reckless Jack runs out. RJ has a chair and begins fighting off as many as he can. The cheers pick up as Adam Knite comes from the back too. The distraction has given Trent and Lance back to their feet. Lance and Trent begin clearing the ring in unisen. Knite throws Ortega out of the ring and the rest of the Empire has been thrown out by the others. Inside the ring Trent and Lance are face to face and Lance extends his arm and the two shake. Lance raises Trent's arm high into the air. The crowd is still on their feet still showing Trent and Lance their respect for one hell of a match. Knite and Lance exchange a handshake also, before A Knitemare on Helms street leaves the ring with their tag titles over their shoulders.}

Eric Hardy: Look at that show of respect, Lance showing respect to Helms who gave him one hell of a match and giving Adam a handshake who came to the rescue.

Once the ring is cleared out, Reckless Jack and Lance Ryan remain in the ring. They stare at one another as the crowd looks on silently. Lance motions for a fight as RJ stays in the same position, not moving a muscle. Shaking his head, Lance makes a small remark about what a piss ass Reckless Jack currently is. The World Champion begins to leave the ring but not before bumping into Reckless Jack, intentionally, trying to get a rise out of him in any sort of manner. Jack moves a little bit but still is passive towards the whole situation.

Eric Hardy: I still can't believe what we're seeing out of Reckless Jack. The man has just completely lost the will to fight.

Kelly Fox: Hard to believe a month ago, he was taking on the whole world. What a difference that month makes Eric.

Eric Hardy: I agree. I just hope this man even bothers to show up at Reborn.

Lance Ryan, with the World Title in his grasp, is talking to a fan as he leans against the ropes. Once he makes his move, that's when the crowd notices something change. Reckless Jack moves and blindsides Lance from behind with both fists connecting on his back. Lance falls in the ring as Jack still looks focused. He starts to make use of a couple of well placed stomps to the head on his former ally. Lance, having just recently finishing a match is unable to defend himself. The crowd is on their feet booing the whole time.

Kelly Fox: I... I don't know what just happened.

Eric Hardy: I think Reckless Jack has just awoken or something to that effect.

Kelly Fox: This is something else.

Reckless Jack kneels down and yells something inaudible in Lance's face before going into a stalking motion. Lance is fighting his way back to his feet, using the ring ropes in assistance. Once he's in a total vertical position, Reckless Jack kicks him in the side of the face. Lance falls into the ropes, which are the only thing holding him up at this point. Jack then draws him in and begins to kawada kick the head of Lance Ryan. Lance's eyes glaze over as Jack simply let's go of the head of the current World Champion. It seems every single member in the audience tonight is on their feet, continually booing Reckless Jack. He still shows no emotion as he picks up the World Title and gazes into it. He calls for a microphone as well. Upon getting it...

Reckless Jack: There is a difference between being apathetic and being focused. You've just learned that. Every single member of this federation thought I was actually all pissy. That's hardly the case. It's all about being focused. This title still signifies the power I want, the power I need, the very power that I crave and it's not really a shame that I'm going to end the very career of Lance Ryan to get this power around my waist. You're looking at the most dangerous man in New Championship Wrestling and folks, it's only going to get worse from here on out. While the Age of the Revolution is over, the Self Revolution is still here and he's still oh so angry at every single one of you. Lance Ryan, at Reborn, you'll realize that I've secretly hated you since day f**king one. At Reborn, nCw is going to crown a new champion. At Reborn, the Revolution is reborn...

After saying what he needed to say, Reckless Jack drops the microphone as he raises the World Title to a huge chorus of jeering from tonight's crowd. He begins to leave the ring but drapes the World Title over the back of Lance Ryan, still showing the blank, focused expression.

Eric Hardy: Wow... Words can't sum up what we've just seen and heard, only one week before Reborn!

Kelly Fox: I think this is going to define the word epic when these two face each other in a two out of three falls for that World Title.

Eric Hardy: Ladies and gentlemen, we're outta time and we'll see you next week live on pay per view.

We see Lance Ryan coming to in the ring, looking pissed as Reckless Jack doesn't bother to turn around to see Lance slowly getting back up once more. Collision ends with Lance on his knees and his world title draped over his shoulder. He has a determined and pissed off look on his face.