Goth: You are almost making me feel as if I’m already Universal Champion? Well trust me, that isn’t something that is going to happen. But I do want to point out two things though. One is that West won’t leave as Universal Champion and the second thing is… that starting the new year I’m going to hand down Anthony Phoenix the man that ran him over. As he will be having a shot to redeem himself on the man that did all of this to him

Tex: WHAT??? Tell us who it is!!!

Goth grins as he signals everyone to be quiet

Goth: And don’t come out here and attack me Anthony, because you need to prepare yourself for your own match and so do I…, so good night all

The cameras come on backstage showing Anthony Phoenix warming up for his match. He throws up his forearm and slams it into his left hand several times before he begins to speak at the camera. At each pause he slams his forearm into his left hand.

Anthony Phoenix: Tonight, the hunt begins…

Phoenix slams his forearm into his left hand three times before continuing.

Anthony Phoenix: Everything that I have done has brought me full circle to this moment. Even to the point of…

Phoenix slams his forearm into his left hand three times again. He then turns around with his back towards the camera. Phoenix then stops his workout everything is silent as he begins to speak again.

Anthony Phoenix: Causing my own accident. There the big question lies: Did I Cause It Myself? Whomever did this fueled the inner Wolf inside me sparking this new hunt for gold. As they say, the ends do…

Phoenix turns around again.

Anthony Phoenix: JUSTIFY THE MEANS, FOR TNOIGHT THE HUNT IS ON!

Phoenix scowls slightly into the camera before walking off.

Josh Woodrum vs. Mike London vs. Chris Cannon

The opening to "Cowboys from Hell' emits from the PA system and the arena begins to echo in loud boos.

Stormy Canyon: Making his way to the ring, weighting in at two hundred and twenty five pounds, MIKE LONDON!!!!

After a few seconds, London steps from behind the entrance and takes a stand on the stage, observing the crowd with a pompous look. He puts out his arms mockingly, as if he were drowning in cheers, when in reality the crowd despises him. He begins to make his way down the ramp, trash-talking the entire way. As he reaches the ring apron, he stops to look down at the ground in a brief moment of reflection and proceeds to jump on the apron knee first. He makes his way up to the corner and climbs up to observe the crowd, booing ever so loudly. He glares at the front row and raises one arm in a somewhat proud matter, but immediately extends his middle fingers to the entire crowd. The boos roar across the arena even stronger, as London grins at the crowd's annoyance and gets in the ring. He begins to bounce off one of the top ropes and focuses on his match.

Tex: New guy looks ready for his first… Where the fuck did you go Duff? Umm well apparently my partner has taken off…

"Bad to the Bone" plays, the arena darkens. Strobe lights flash the crowd begins to buzz in anticipation.

Stormy Canyon: And his opponent, hailing from Lexington, Kentucky, weighting in at two hundred and seventy pound. JOSH WOOODREUMM!!!

The curtain parts, a sole spot light shines on "Mister Impressive" Josh Woodrum. He stands at the top of the ramp, raises both arms in the "rock on" hand signal, and pyros explode behind him. He walks down the ramp, stopping in the middle to strike a pose, flexing both arms. He smiles, and slides under the bottom rope, as he stands he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and spreads both arms. He steps down and stares at Mike.

Tex: Josh Woodrum looks pretty good after suffering that defeat. He looks like he wants this match.

Cannon Fire sounds over the speakers, flowing into the refrain of 'Kick Some Ass' by Stroke 9.

Stormy Canyon: And their opponent, weighting in at two hundred and sixty eight pounds. Chris CANNON!!!!

The curtains spread and out walks Cannon. The crowd goes nuts, loving the competitor and his in your face, brash style. At the top of the ramp, he poses, showing off his physique, and grins at the crowd. He walks down the ramp, high fiving fans at ringside before walking up the ring steps into the ring. Once inside the ring, he poses by the ropes for the fans. Mike London quickly jumps into the attack and stands landing right hands to the big back. Woodrum and London both start hammering on the bigger man driving him quickly into the corner. Josh whips Cannon across the ring and then drops to his hands and knees as London runs at him. Suddenly London boots Woodrum in the ribs and starts to laugh. Cannon quickly springs from the corner going for a close line. London ducks it and goes for London Calling (Super Kick w/pin). Cannon Catches his foot and pushes it down grabbing the man with both hands and lifting him into the air slamming London down with a sitdown powerbomb type move.

Tex: Nice move by Cannon there.

Woodrum stands and rushes Cannon, grabbing the big man from behind he lands a picture perfect german suplex. He rolls to his feet and pulls London up, whipping London into the ropes, he catches him with a belly to belly suplex. He pops back to his feet and turns to Cannon just in time to duck under a closeline. Josh kicks the back on Cannons knees out and then starts landing stomps to the man. Cannon starts to get up and Josh pulls him to his feet. London rushed Josh landing a hard spear . He pops to his feet and Cannon lifts him up going for the Cannon Krush (TKO). He nails it and covers. 1……2…. Woodrum breaks up the count. Woodrum pulls Cannon to his feet and the two exchange punches back and forth.

Tex: Duff is really missing a good match. Woodrum takes the opener hand and pushes Cannon into the ropes and hooks him for the JoshBottom (Rock Bottom). Cannon elbows him in the head and Woodrum staggers away, rushing back for an attack, Cannon lifts him up and lands another Cannon Krush (TKO). Cannon pops to his feet and London lands and amazing London Calling (Superkick w/pin). London cover 1……2…..Cannon kicks out. London quickly rolls onto Josh 1……2….Woodrum kicks out. London gets up and starts to argue with the ref.

Tex: What an amazing match so far. Woodrum and Cannon both stagger to their feet and London grabs woodrum, but woodrum lands the Kentucky Face Buster(A Codebreaker). The impact sends mike London between the top and middle rope to the outside. Wood rum continues to look at London and he turns around into CannonBall(Widows Peak Tara/Victoria's finisher). Woodrum lays motionless and Cannon gets to his feet. He stares at woodrum and places a foot on the man 1…..2…..3!!!! Cannon flexes and raises his arms.

Tex: What an impressive win for Chris Cannon there. Duff: I grabbed you a hot dog tex. Did I miss anything? Tex: The entire first match. Cannon stands in the ring as his music plays. Mike London rolls into the ring and starts stalking Cannon. Cannon turns around and London lands London Calling (Super kick). Cannon hits the mat and London stands there staring at the man. Woodrum starts to stagger up and he gets the same fate only he flips over the top rope. London starts to stomp on Cannon, Dropping down and laying the beats to the man’s forehead until AWA security comes down. London’s hand is covered in blood and he wipes it on his chest. His music hits and we cut to an AWA promotion.

Winner: Chris Cannon

The scene opens in Sergio's dressing room, before the Triple Threat Bed of Nails Table Match. Sergio has just finished tying up his wrestling boots, and has begun his pre-match warm-ups. His sister Alicia walks in. She's wearing red leather shorts and a matching red halter top, a Santa hat on her head, and red boots that reach just above her knees.

Sergio: Well, aren't we looking festive?

Alicia: Hey, it's the holidays, isn't it? I wanted to change things up a little. Plus, I saw these boots at the mall and I couldn't pass them up.

Sergio: (under his breath) Women and shoes...

Alicia glares at her brother.

Alicia: I heard that!

Sergio: Where's Jason?

Alicia: He's getting his gear out of the car. He told me to go on ahead.

Sergio: Ah.

Alicia: Anyway, it's almost time for your match. I'd wish you luck, but I know you don't really need it.

Sergio: Damn right, sis! Those jackasses won't know what hit them. If anything, Bulldog and Phoenix should be thanking me. They wouldn't even be getting a title match if the Board of Directors hadn't decided to put me in there and make it a Triple Threat!

Alicia: Exactly! And that crack about me being a "wrestler's wife?" Sure, I may be married to Jason, but I'm more than just "Devastator's arm candy."

Sergio: I know that, Jason knows that, hell, even the Board of Directors knows that! Still, in this case, if you were to get so much as a splinter, Jason would kill me.

Alicia: Don't worry. I hadn't planned on coming out with you anyway. I wouldn't want Barnhart's smelly-ass dog slobbering on my new boots.

Sergio laughs. At that moment, "Devastator" Jason Perry walks into the room. Upon hearing the laughter, he looks at Sergio with his eyebrow raised.

Sergio: Don't worry, bro. We weren't laughing at you.

Dev: I would hope not.

Alicia walks over to Devastator and hooks her right arm around his left bicep. She rubs his shoulder with her free hand.

Alicia: Now, boys, remember. It's a big night for all of us. Jason, you start getting ready. Sergio, I want you to go out there and...

She lets go of Devastator's arm and grabs her brother by the wrist. She pulls him toward her so she can look him directly in the eye, a look of pure malice on her face. She grits her teeth.

Make... them... BLEED!

Sergio: You got it, sis!

Alicia lets go of Sergio's wrist as he heads toward the door. Fade to black.

We cut backstage where Asylum Wrestling Alliance Interviewer, Page Harris, is standing will Bill Barnhart for a pre-match interview. Page is dressed in white shorts and a white blouse which is open enough to give the male fans more than they expected to see tonight. Bill is dressed in his wrestling attire, minus the Flak Jacket, and he has an intense look on his face.

PAGE HARRIS: I am here with Superstar Wrestler, Bill Barnhart, who is ready to take on Anthony Phoenix and Sergio in a Triple Threat, Bed Of Nails Table Match, in which the winner of the match is the wrestler who can slam one of the other wrestlers in the match through the table which is studded with dozens of nails. The winner of this match will be crowned the Asylum Wrestling Alliance International Champion. Bill how do you feel about this match and your chances of winning?

BILL BARNHART: Great!

PAGE HARRIS: That's it? Just one word...GREAT...is that all I get?

BILL BARNHART: Yep!

PAGE HARRIS: *SIGH* Bill can you please give us your comment on having to face Anthony Phoenix for a record eleventh time?

BILL BARNHART: *BLEEP* Anthony Phoenix!!!

PAGE HARRIS: Oh my! I am glad the Censor is quick on the Censor button tonight. What are you comments on Sergio?

BILL BARNHART: *BLEEP* Sergio too!!!

PAGE HARRIS: Bill!!! I have never seen you like this! I am shocked at your behavior!

BILL BARNHART: You know what Page. I would say *BLEEP* you also...but from what I have heard about you, if someone said that term directed at you, that you would throw off your clothes...flop on your back...and your legs would fly into the air...as an unconscious reaction! I am married, Page, so I am not going to say that term to you.

PAGE HARRIS: Well...I never...

BILL BARNHART: From what I heard the term is "always"...Har har har!!! Okay, Phoenix, I already told you that I am sick of facing off against you in the wrestling ring. Tonight is our eleventh meeting in the ring and that is the end of our Feud for a very long time. Go sniff up someone else's ass for a while okay? And what about you Sergio? Actually I like what I have seen from you in your debut match, even though you defeated a low-life scrub of a wrestler, so I am curious to see how you hang with me and Phoenix who are two of the top Superstars here in Asylum Wrestling Alliance. To be honest with you Sergio...I hope we face off one-on-one on several occasions so that I can push you to your limits to see what you really got! Thanks for the interview Page.

Bill turns and walks away from Page Harris before she can say one word. After Barnhart is out of sight the camera returns to focus on Page Harris who is obviously disturbed at the comments Bill Barnhart made about her today.

Anthony Phoenix vs. Sergio vs. Bill Barnhart

I WON'T BACK DOWN by Tom Petty hits the speakers. The TRON crackles to life and we see a shot of the gates of Hell, with flames shooting out on each side of the gates. As we hear the words of I WON'T BACK DOWN which are: YOU CAN STAND ME UP AT THE GATES OF HELL...BUT I WON'T BACK DOWN we see Bill Barnhart walk in front of the fiery gates of Hell. He turns and faces us, with the gates of Hell, and the fire shooting out, and he crosses his arms across his chest in a defiant pose. After a moment of this scene on the TRON, the spotlights focus on the backstage curtains and we see Bulldog Bill Barnhart stagger through the curtain with Anthony phoenix following close behind. Bill attempts to get his arm up but Phoenix cracks him in the head with a steel chair.

I guess this match is already under way.

Duff: really, I was gonna go grab a corn dog… shit.

Bill staggers backward and phoenix gives chase, he raises the chair above his head and hits bill again. Bill hits the ramp and phoenix smiles. Phoenix turns around to meet the charge of Sergio. He raises the chair to hit him but Sergio drops low and lands a devastating spear. Sergio quickly gets to his feet as Bill Barnhart staggers up clubbing him with a right hand. Sergio staggers toward the ring as bill gives chase. He grabs Sergio’s head and tries to run it into the ring post. Sergio puts his hands out and stops his momentum into the ring post landing a quick back elbow to ill and then landing a right hand. Anthony phoenix rushes at them both, Sergio and bill both step back and phoenix runs into the ring post head first. Sergio starts to laugh but to suddenly close lined by Bill.

Tex: Gotta love the AWA.

Bill pulls phoenix up and lands a hard chop across the man’s chest. Anthony staggers to the side holding his chest as Sergio starts to get up. Bill nails phoenix with a DDT and then starts landing boots to the downed man. Sergio gets to his feet and stands behind bill. Barnhart turns around and Sergio hooks him with a belly to belly suplex into the steel ring steps. Sergio takes a few extra second to get up and Anthony Phoenix capitalises on it, he springs off the guard rail spinning in mid-air and hooking Sergio’s head, attempting a springs DDT. Sergio catches him, tossing him to the side. Phoenix lands on the ring apron having been tossed away and tilts his head to the side, kicking Sergio in the back of the head. Sergio staggers forward and phoenix moonsaults off the ropes, hooking his legs around Sergio’s head and grasping then now standing Bill Barnhart’s neck and landing a hurricanrana, neck breaker combo.

Tex: Well that’s inventive.

Duff: That’s Anthony Phoenix.

Phoenix quickly gets to his feet, taking to the air again as Bill Barnhart staggers up. Phoenix runs up the ring steps and jumps off looking for a missile dropkick. Bill takes the kick in the chest and falls into the guard. Sergio rushes him and Bill sends in up and over and into the crowd. Bill turns to look at Sergio as phoenix uses bills shoulders, leapfrogging him and landing a frog splash onto Sergio. The Crowd goes nuts as grasps his stomach and we see Sergio managed to get his knees up in the nick of time. Bulldog looks around and finds the bed of nails tables. He smiles and slides one into the ring. He rolls into the ring and opens it up positioning it just right. Sergio staggers over the guard rail and rolls into the ring. Bulldog starts landing punches to Sergio. He whips him into the corner and mounts the second rope, landing punches into Sergio’s head. Sergio hooks bill’s knees as Anthony phoenix climbs onto the top turnbuckle on the other side of the ring. Sergio walks forward with Barnhart in the air and Phoenix spring off the top rope landing a dropkick into bills back sending Sergio and him falling off balance and riving himself through the bed of nails table.

Tex: Anthony Phoenix sacrificing his own body by diving through the table to keep this match going. Barnhart rolls off Sergio grasping his back as Sergio looks over at phoenix in the bed of nails table. Blood is now leaking for Phoenix’s back and hand as he pushes himself to his feet. Sergio walks over phoenix and gets nailed with a low blow. Phoenix gets to his feet and walks over to bill, pulling him he gets his hands smacked away and bill lands two rights then a kick to the guts. He puts Phoenix’s head between his legs and goes for a pile drives. Sergio rushes at both men spearing the upside down phoenix and bill Barnhart through the ropes and down to the hard floor.

Crowd : Holy Shit!! Holy shit!!!

All three men lay motionless outside the ring for a few seconds then Anthony phoenix’s body jerks to the side as he starts to breath again. Sergio pushes himself up to his feet and grasps his shoulder. Just from the look of it you can tell it is dislocated. Bill Barnhart is out cold and the ref calls for EMT’s to come down quickly as it looks like bill is hurt bad. EMT’s rush to the ring and start tending to Bill Barnhart as Phoenix and Sergio slowly make their way inside the ring. Sergio and phoenix start exchanging blows. Phoenix takes up upper hand and tires to whip Sergio across the ring. Sergio’s reverses and when phoenix comes back Sergio drops down sending him up and over the top rop, corkscrewing Phoenix lands on Bill Barnhart who has been put in a stretcher. The EMT’s start pretesting but phoenix Flips them off. He smirks at Bill and rolls into the ring. Sergio is waiting for him Grabbing him and going for 1-8-7: (back-to-back double underhook piledriver, a.k.a. Gringo Killa). He nails it and goes for the pin. The ref looks at him and reminds him it’s a bed of nails match. Sergio bangs the mat as EMT’s rush bill to the back.

Tex: Hope Bill is ok.

Sergio drops down and rolls out of the ring pulling a bed of nails table out and sliding it into the ring. Phoenix still lays motionless in the ring as Sergio starts to Set up the table. He starts to have difficulty with it as his shoulder is clearly dislocated, but he manages to set it up. He turns around and Anthony phoenix it to his hands and knees. He pulls Phoenix up and Phoenix punches him in the bad shoulder. Sergio screams in pain and staggers back as Anthony drops down and boots out his knee. Phoenix rolls out of the ring and looks under it for something. He pulls out a hockey stick and shakes his head. He rolls into the ring and Sergio staggers up. Phoenix snaps the stick across his head splitting him open and dropping Sergio. Phoenix laughs and suddenly the fans erupt with cheers. As Bill Barnhart staggers back down the ramp, never giving up.

Duff: Barnhart is fine see. Just needed a break

Tex: He might have a broken neck.

Bill rolls under the bottom rope and Phoenix attacks him landing boots to the man. Bill trys to get up and phoenix is relentless, finally pulling bill up in the corner he steps bill on the top rope and climbs up, landing a picture perfect swinging neckbreaker from the top rope. Phoenix gets to his feet and spits on Bill. Sergio slowly staggers to his feet and surprises Phoenix as he is choking out Bill. Sergio grabs him from behind and turns him around before dropping him facefirst into the matt. All three men are now completely exhausted and bloodied when Sergio slowly gets to his feet and sets up a table. He puts it in the corner and grabs Phoenix as he kicks him in the nuts and then places him against the table. Then Sergio turns around towards Bill Barnhart and puts him against Phoenix. Sergio signals for the end to come as he walks over towards the other side of the ring and comes charging in on the two of them

Tex: Oh my God, don’t tell me!!!

silver>Phoenix pushes Bill towards Sergio as he moves out of the way. The impact of the spear sends Bill backwards as both men hit the table and it crashes. Causing the referee to clal for the bell. Bill has hit his spine in the table and is bleeding big time while Sergio has hit his shoulder into it as well.

Stormy: The winner of this match!!! And NEW!!! International Champion!!! Sergio!!!

Winner: Sergio

The arena goes dark and the titantron lights up with a cross on it. The cross as a wolf’s head howling straight up at the top of the cross with large almost Celtic embelishments on the other three arms. The arena is bathed in a eerie red light as Sixx A.M.’s This is going to Hurt begins to play over the P.A. Hot white pyrotechnics explode from the stage and then the arena is bathed in intense white light. In the entrance way the white light is even brighter, so bright it’s almost hard to look at. A silhouette slowly becomes visible in the bright white light. The lights go back to normal and the Man in Black is standing on the stage. He is dressed in a black dress shirt, black dress pants, and expensive dress shoes. In his hand is a microphone.

Tex: Is this yet another persona change for the Beast Who Will Be King?

Duff: He looks the same as he always does.

The crowd is booing the Spirit of the Wolf and he just stands there with a look of disdain upon his face. He walks along the stage and lets the crowd get all the chants out of their system He then pulls the microphone to his mouth

Fang: Tonight, I should have been in a match against Shane West to see who would be the Universal Champion.

The crowd boos even louder as the Wolf God brings up the fact that Goth had made one match and the Board of Directors took him out of it

Fang: But because of something I Said, I won’t be fighting tonight.

The crowd chants “You’re not wrestling…. You’re not wrestling”

Fang: Now unlike other people on the AWA roster I could come out here and bitch and moan about the decision of the Board of Directors. I should be so mad at them that I should be destroying the AWA ring, roster, and staff members. I should be throwing a temper tantrum of unbelievable proportion.

Duff: And he’d have every right. The Board of Directors are using Fang’s relationship with Goth to screw the owner over and being unfair to one of the best competitors the AWA has ever seen.

Fang: But you see I’m not Shane West, I’m not Anthony Phoenix. I’m not Bill Barnhart, I’m not Twisted Lethal Steele. I’m Jonathan god damn Porter. I am a man of my word, and I said if I lost to Shane West that I would go back to the bottom of the list and start over. Now personally I don’t have any confidence in our Illustrious Board of Directors. I think that they are a bunch of bitter people, looking to take down the owner of this company because they all have a gripe with him. I think that that gripe clouds their judgment just as much as my brother’s power trips cloud his. I really have no say in the matter, and it really doesn’t affect me until something like this happens. My LOSS to Shane West was an empty victory for him because we were interrupted by a man who thinks everyone is out to get him. He thinks his unfortunate accident was something more than it was. For some reason instead of focusing his attention on becoming the wrestler he once was he’s running around like Robert Downey Jr. trying to be Sherlock Holmes. Well, Anthony, it doesn’t take Scooby and the gang to realize that nobody on the AWA Roster tried to take you out. Least of all me, seeing as I was at home healing my shoulder, waiting for my chance at Shane West.

Tex: You know He’s got a point, Fang was laid up with a shoulder injury for a few months.

Duff: You need to be nicer to Fa… Wait did you just say he has a point?

Tex: He’s not my favorite wrestler in the world but yeah he was out of action and at home for a long time.

Fang: Now onto Shane West. Shane I really hope you win tonight. You know why and I know why, because YOU didn’t beat me. Oh you won the best of three falls match, but Anthony Phoenix was the man that got me set on fire. That’s not an excuse, that’s the truth. As for my recent actions when you were stripped of your title? I think there should be only ONE person running this company. That person is the man who founded it. That man is Gerrit, who everyone knows as Goth. This isn’t because he’s my brother, it’s because it’s HIS DAMN COMPANY.

The crowd boos loudly at the statement. The man who runs this company is just as hated as ever. Fang just shakes his head.

Fang: Now for some brutal honesty for my aforementioned brother. Goth, you really need to stop playing mind games with the roster here. You need to do what you do best and that’s think up ways to give the fans the best show possible without giving them what they think they want. You have to stop letting your personal feelings about the men who work here cloud your judgment. This isn’t because I want a level playing field. It’s because it’s hurting business. It’s killing your bottom line. You have to do what’s right for the AWA not what’s right for you.

Duff: What? His brother helped propel him to the Universal Championship, how can he be saying all this!

Tex: No, If you remember Fang beat Chaos and Gabrielle to become the Universal Champion in a Dante’s escape match where is services were on the line to either Goth or Thor.

Duff: Stop bringing Facts into this.

Fang: So now I have to start again from the bottom. Like I said I would if I lost the match at Thankskilling Massacre. Being a man of my word, I will, but I am going to warn everyone. There is nothing but PAIN in the future of any opponent who ends up in that ring with me. No more dark deals in the back room. No more collecting souls. No more running around thinking I’m some kind of god. I am the consumate hunter. I am the TRUE IMMORTAL of Pro Wrestling. I’ve held EVERY major title you could hold. I am a two year in a row wrestler of the year and I AM and AWA HALL OF FAMER. It’s not enough. I still feel empty. I feel a knawing at my gut. I look at the International title, at the Universal Title and I want both of those belts back. I have defined an era in sport that nobody else ever could. I did things people told me were impossible. I’ve done it all while I’ve dealt with pain…. Let me take you all back to over a decade ago. I was already “past my prime” then. I was a twenty something year old man entering the wrestling business with my first wife Cassandra by my side. I entered a small backwoods company called Global Championship Wrestling. I garnered their television title twice before the man who ran the company ran off with all the money and my wife. Already addicted to percocet because of a hunting accident in Africa I fell into a bottle of Jack Daniels and stayed there for a good five years. I met a wonderful woman who helped pull me out of that bottle. I got back into the game. I was then contacted by two of the most sadistic bastards the wrestling world has ever seen. Al Cohol and Grinder. They game someone who at twenty seven should have been looking to wind down his career a second chance. I took that chance and in my rookie year in the GWA I was a two time tag champion. I won many other titles, but never the big one. That’s when my age caught up with me. That’s when the knee went. Pain once again found me and laid me low. I spent two years on and off working for the AWA as a General Manager and then as a talent liason. All the while wanting to be back in this ring because I missed it. I got my knee repaired, MORE PAIN as I went through rehab. I came back and had “The Year of the WOLF” I became International Champion and set new records in the AWA. I finally grabbed the brass ring and became the UNIVERSAL CHAMPION…. Yet it still persists, this hunger. I didn’t know what it was until recently. I’ve only started to figure it out. I could care less about entertaining the masses. I could care less about the fat, pudgy, smelly and rude fans who toss their overpriced drinks at me from the stands. I care only about one thing, inflicting pain. Taking all the pain that has been put on my by my life and letting someone else experience it. That’s what’s going to happen from now on. As I run headlong towards the Universal Title I so rightfully deserve to be wearing. As I prove once again that I tell nothing but the truth. As I show the world why I AM THE ONLY ICON THAT MATTERS IN PRO WRESTLING. Each and every man or woman that enters that ring to face me is going to be put into a world of pain. Pain they will remember for years to come. Pain that will shorten their careers as I elongate mine. The board of directors want me to be a man of my word, then the pain I enflict on the rest of the roster is on them. If they persist in denying me what is mine because they hold a grudge against my brother, then the beatings WILL CONTINUE. As I face competitor after competitor I will leave nothing but broken bodies in my wake. Why? Because I AM A BEAST. Because deep in my soul I AM HURTING and an injured beast is the most dangerous kind. Each time I point to that ring I want each and every one of you to realize someone is getting hurt there in that moment. None of you are to blame, I AM THE MONSTER. The damage I will inflict will be ENTIRELY MY FAULT. Nobody will have to wonder WHO DID IT? So Phoenix, West, Perry, Barnhart, and everyone else best be ready. The MAN IN BLACK is BACK. THE HUNTER HAS RETURNED, I’ve sacrificed everything to make this sport what it is today and the ONLY THING LEFT IS PAIN. I’m happily going to share it with ALL OF YOU!!!.

The look of disdain leaves Fang’s face as a sadistic smile takes it’s place. Sixx A.M. blares on the P.A. once again and the Wolf God stares intently at the ring. Break Out goes to commercial.

Scene shifts backstage as "Devastator" Jason Perry enters the building in his street clothes, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. From off-screen, AWA interviewer Bruce Dixon runs up to him, microphone in hand.

Devastator! Devastator, I'd like to get a word with you, if I could....

Make it quick, Dixon. I have a match to get ready for.

According to many internet sources, you've lost a lot of credibility due to your unresponsiveness concerning the comments made by "Twisted" Lethal Steele about your wife. Many would have jumped to the defense of their wives if they were in the same situation.

First off, are you insinuating that I don't care about my own wife?!? Me flying off the handle is EXACTLY what Steele wants. He must think that he can throw me off my game with a clumsy tactic like that. In case that moron didn't hear me the first 50 times I said it, maybe he'll listen when I say for the last time. Just because I'm not running around frothing at the mouth like a madman, doesn't mean I haven't reacted. It just means I haven't reacted in the way he wanted. Instead of going ballistic, I chose to bide my time and strike when the best opportunity presented itself. Tonight is that opportunity..... Now that you've wasted enough of my time, get the hell out of my way. I have a championship to claim...

Devastator pushes the smaller man out of his way and heads towards his dressing room.

Shane West vs. Alex Young vs. Jason Perry vs. Twisted Lethal Steele vs. Tristan Kruise vs. Goth

Stormy: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for our MAIN EVENT! Introducing first, from Calgary Alberta Canada... Weighing in at 187 lbs... He is TRISTAN....KRUUUUUUUUISE!

The lights dim and Over and Under by Five finger death punch starts to play. The crowd starts to have a mixed reaction as the course cuts in Tristan Kruise appears in the entrance way wearing a wife beater and his black baggy jeans starts down the ramp flipping off the crowd members booing him he stops on the ramp, staring at the open Elimination chamber door. He removes his wife-beater, and hands it to an attractive girl at ringside winking at her. She blushes, taking it, and he steps up into the chamber. Referee Richard Head ushers him to one of the pods, locking him in. He tests the strength of the pod while he waits.

Tex: This match is of course for the Universal Title, which was stripped from Shane West by Goth just weeks ago.

Duff: He was just trying to be fair, Tex! Its his company, and Phoenix unnaturaly swayed the outcome of Thankskilling Massacre's main event between Fang and Shane- he merely stripped Shane of the title until such time as Fang versus Shane could take place tonight- only thanks to the meathead John Henry Irons, and the stupid board of directors-

Tex: You're aware they can fire you right?

Duff: I have mentioned how much I love those guys, right? How amazing AWA has been since there emergence? Anyways- they removed Fang from competition tonight and so Goth, in need for a Main event, gave us this!

Stormy: Our Second Competitor- he is Twisted... Lethal...STEEEEEEEELE!

The lights go out as thousands and thousands of camera flashes begin to happen. "Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed, blasts throughout the arena as sparks begin to fall from the Titan-tron and shoot out of the stage in a circle pattern. Then a light begins to glow out of the center of the circle of sparks as a "Twisted" Lethal Steele, rises out of what appears to be the ashes. The sparks stop flashing as he takes a step toward the ring. After making his way to the ring looking focused and very intense, he stops staring at the chamber, and glares at Tristan in his glass pod. He smirks and walks by, punching the pod Tristan is locked in. The plexiglass pod gives enough that Steele doesn't hurt his hand, but enough for Tristan to jump slightly. Steele walks away laughing as he gets locked in a pod of his own.

Tex: Two pods filled, two remaining and two superstars to start the match.

Duff: Awesome math skills partner... where'd you learn that? Kindergarten? BWA HA

Next to the ring, from Miami Florida... He is "Simply Irresistable"... He is...ALEX YOUNG!

The guitar of the song from Robert Palmer can be softly heard throughout the arena as the fans get to their feet to await the arrival of Alex Young. Just as Robert Palmer starts to sing brings out the man accompanied by two fine ladies. He walks to the ring with them as they hold him by his arms. He then stops in front of the chamber, and jerks his head, motioning the girls to hit the bricks. He both give him a kiss on the cheek and depart back up the ramp, and he gets in the ring, and walks over to a glass pod, getting locked in.

Duff: Jokes aside partner, your point stands! Only one person left who gets a pod... we still have Goth, Jason Perry, and Shane West left!

Tex: Obviously the later you enter in the match the more of an advantage you have... who's going to get it?!

"Heads are Gonna Roll" hits the PA speakers, and out emerges Jason Perry, and alongside him, his beautiful bride, Alicia!

Tex: Jason Perry gets the last pod, so Goth and Shane are going to start us off!

Duff: Good, Goth can wring the little bastards neck!

Tex: And Shane can get his hands on the man who STOLE his Universal Title!

Stormy: He weighs in at 267 he is JAAAAAAASON PEEEEEERRRRRRRRRY!

Jason Perry comes down the ramp, staring directly at the ring. He stops, kissing his wife a kiss on the cheek, and gets in, and walks over to his pod all business. Alicia doesn't depart from ringside, instead going over next to her husbands pod on the outside of the chamber, and they exchange words, her counseling her husband.

Stormy: Next to the ring- the OWNER of the AWA...

Goth's music hits and he walks out with Sapphira. He walks down to the ring, and Sapphira shimmies slightly for the crowd, blowing the Owner a kiss, before heading backstage. All of the sudden Armageddon's Mash up with Queen "I Want it Now"/"We Will Rock You" hits the loud speakers. The crowd erupts into cheers as Shane West walks out on to the ramp way. He gets to the top of the ramp, and seeing Goth standing in the ring alone, the other four locked in pods, Shane is grinning. Goth is glaring at him, waving for him to "bring it on". Standing on the ramp, Shane takes off his sleeveless leather trench, pitching it aside as well as his skull cap. Then he sprints down to the ring!

Stormy, who was announcing outside the ring, takes her seat, and the referee's wait for Shane to pass them and enter the structure and close it, locking it. Shane reaches the ropes, and leaps, springboarding onto the top rope and diving onto the owner, tackling him! He immediately begins peppering the downed owner with right hands as the bell rings, telling us the match has started. Shane gets up and lifts his hands in the air getting the crowd pumped, and they are behind him 100%. Goth gets to a knee which Shane dropkicks out from under him, and the owner is down again. Goth fights back to his feet, and he and Shane are standing again. Goth is livid, and Shane is just grinning. Goth circles Shane and they lock up, but Goth lifts a knee, kneeing the Prime Time Playa in the gut. Shane doubles over and Goth quickly follows up with a another lift of the knee, catching Shane right in the face, while simultaneously forearm smashing him in the neck. Shane drops to a knee, and Goth backs up to the ropes, and runs forward, kicking Shane in the temple dropping him to the mat. Goth grins at the fallen Shane, and stomps on his knee. Goth then kicks the Serial Thrilla in the back as he's down. Shane, in effort to escape Goth's continued attack, rolls out of the ring to the metal platform outside. Goth follows, stepping through the ropes. Goth bends to lift Shane to his feet, but Shane was playing oppossum. He grabs Goth and trips him, sending the owner crashing face first into the chamber wall! Shane has fought up to a knee, as Goth leans dazed against the wall of the chamber. Shane grabs Goth's foot and stomps on his knee, returning the favor. Then, lifting Goth's foot up into the air, he slams Goth's knee down on the metal grating that makes up the chamber. Shane smiles maliciously as Goth makes a roar of pain, before hobbling to his feet. Shane grabs him, Irish whipping him, and Goth goes headlong into a plexiglass pod, the one holding Lethal Steele! Steele punches the pod where Goth's face is, but the action is futile, not causing anything to occur. Shane grabs Goth again to throw him into the ring, but Goth reverses, sending Shane first face first into a ring post, then turning and throwing HIM face first into chamber.

Tex: Wow, look at these two go after one another!

Duff: Um... What's Goth doing?

Goth has went to a particular section of plating and lifts it, reaching down and pulling out a sledgehammer. Dropping the plating back in place, the camera overhears him threatening Shane, and saying he will "teach him a lesson". Goth is grinning maliciously himself as Shane reaches his feet, and catches a Sledgehammer to the gut for his troubles. Goth immediately capitalizes landing a Goth Drop on Shane, planting him head first onto the steel grating! Goth grins and starts sauntering over for a pin, when all of the sudden "IronMan" hits from the loudspeakers. Tex: What's going on here?!

Duff: This big idiot again?

John Henry Irons emerges from the backstage area, microphone in hand. His entrance has distracted Goth, who has yet to pin Shane West. John Henry Irons: Goth! Bad news Buddy. The Board has previously warned you about being an active competitor while acting as Owner. It seems you're just not happy listening to us. You've been removed from this match. Get out of the ring!

Tex: What?!

Duff: Just give him 3 seconds to eliminate Shane West, and he will be HAPPY too!

Goth flips out and the referee attempts to usher Goth from the ring. Goth threatens his job, and Head backs up. Shane remains laid out, slowly getting to his feet. Goth grabs the sledgehammer again, and blast's Shane in the head with it, busting the Serial Thrilla open. Smirking to himself, he exits the chamber.

Elimination: GOTH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED VIA ORDER OF THE BOARD Tex: Well, we still have 30 seconds before the next competitor enters the ring, but Shane is alone in there!

Duff: Goth was just increasing his chances of making sure Shane doesn't emerge victorious. Now we're 33 seconds away from Shane West being eliminated! This is GREAT! Shane lays in the chamber, the only competitor active in the match not locked in a pod, but blood is streaming down his forehead. Unmoving, the only way to tell he's alive is the slight movement of his chest as he breathes. It doesn't even seem as though Shane is Conscious! At the 10 second mark, the clock appears on the titantron, and the crowd counts it down...

3...

2...

1...

A large buzzer goes off and lights flash, and land on the pod of one Jason "Devastator" Perry. He grins, as the referee's unlock his pod, and he is unleashed into the match. Alicia is pointing to Shane hopping up and down screaming, and Perry is following her lead. Grinning, he dives across the ropes and through the ring to the other side where Shane is laid out, bleeding profusely. He immediately pins the downed Prime Time Playa, hooking a leg.

1! 2! THR-Shane West kicks out!

Tex: Wow, look at the heart of Shane West!

Duff: Goth can not be happy.

Perry looks at Shane Sideways with a glance, and laughs. He bends down lifting up Shane, and grabs him for Total Devastation. He holds Shane for a half a second, taunting the move, and goes to deliver, but Shane slips out and collapses to a knee on the other side. Shane grabs the ropes and fights to his feet, and Perry clotheslines Shane, and Shane tumbles over the top rope into the ring, a trail of blood from his forehead following. Jason follows Shane back into the ring, and preps for him to fight to his feet, and Shane once more uses the ropes for leverage to help him get to a standing position. Jason waits for Shane to turn around, and as Shane does, Jason grabs him for a double underhook powerbomb. As he has Shane over his head, Shane free's one of his arms, and thumbs Perry in the eye! The Devestator drops Shane, who lands on his feet, before stumbling back into the ropes, using them to hold him up. Devastator is holding his eye staring at Shane, who is staring off into space, blood pouring down his face.

Tex: I don't know if Shane knows where he is right now...

Duff: Yeah, and he's losing a lot of blood. Might be in his best interest if he just stayed down...

Tex: If you know anything about Shane West you know for a fact THAT isn't about to happen. Even still he is fighting.

Jason Perry comes back at Shane with a right hand, and Shane lashes out with his left foot, kicking back. Perry punches Shane again, and again Shane connects with a kick. For a second time, Shane thumbs Perry in the eye, and Perry stumbles back holding his eye again. Shane takes advantage of the opening, and begins peppering Jason with a series of right hands. Perry is staggered, and Shane runs the ropes and leaps in a cross body to take down the Devastator, but the Devastator just catches him, and smiling, hits a fall away slam! Shane goes flying over the top rope to the outside, landing hard on the metal plating and rolling into the wall. Perry turns to stare at Shane who is down when the countdown appears again on the screen. The lights flash and Alex Young is in the Match!

Tex: Things are about to get Irresistable!

Duff: You've been waiting all night to say that, haven't you...

Alex comes into the ring, and immediately goes after the Devastator, landing a forearm in the middle of Perry's back. Perry stumbles into the ropes, before turning and blocking a second forearm shot, kicks Alex square in the stomach. He lifts Alex up and lands a picture perfect Piledriver! Perry gets up and immediately grabs Alex and irish whips him into the ropes, and hits a perfect picture spinebuster and Alex is down again!

Duff: I think Perry's "resisting the irresistable".

Alicia is loving what her husband is doing, and is shouting her support as Perry starts stomping a mudhole into the downed Alex Young. Jason grabs Alex and locks in a Dragon Sleeper in the middle of the ring. On the outside, Shane has maneuvered himself into a sitting position, blood still pouring down his forehead, back against the wall of the chamber. He's watching the action taking place just a few feet from him intently, trying to blink the blood out of his eyes. Alex reaches up and boxes both of Jason's ears, and Jason, stunned, loosens his grip, but not enough to allow Alex room to escape. Again Alex reaches up and boxes the ears and that gives the needed release of pressure, allowing him to slip the grip of the Devastator. He throws a forearm into Devastator and another, and then hits him with a quick snap suplex in the center of the ring. Alex takes a moment to pose in the center of the ring for all his lady fans.

Tex: That's a mistake. Both Shane and Perry are still in that match. He needs to take advantage of two downed opponents, not give them time to recover.

Alex goes over and gives a hip gyration in Alicia's direction and she respond's by flipping him the finger. That however, was all the time Jason needed to get to his feet, and seeing Alex make vulgar motions towards his wife, he blasts Alex with a clothesline, turning Young inside out! Young is down on the mat, and Devastator continues to stomp on the neck, arms and legs of Alex, beating the crap out of him. The countdown comes back up and the crowd again counts down with him.

Tex: Who's next in the match?

Duff: Uh oh! THE BEAST IS LOOSE!

As the countdown strikes zero, lights flash and focus on the pod of Twisted Lethal Steele, and the referee's release the locks from his pod. Steele bursts from his pod, and runs, hurdling the ropes, and tackles Perry, and the two exchange punches like crazy. Alex Young gets to his feet, and backs up to the ropes, staring at the two exchanging blows in the center of the ring. He seemingly had forgotten about Shane, who was still "down and out" on the outside. Shane grabs Alex, and delivers a neck breaker, hot shoting the back of Alex's already targeted neck across the top rope. Young lands hard inside the ring, and Shane moves slowly to compose himself. Jason and Steele have gotten back to their feet, and Steele has Perry lifted in a two hand choke off the ground. Perry, however, keeps his wits about him, and kicks Steele in the solar plexus, once, twice, and a third time. Steele drops Perry, holding his gut, and Perry wastes no time lifting the bigger man up and dropping him with a back breaker.

Shane grabs the ropes and slingshots over, leg dropping Alex Young, and immediately goes for the cover, but Alex Young kicks out at two. Shane gets up and locks in a single leg knee lock, working the knee. On the other side of the ring, Perry has lifted up Twisted Steele and has him in a dragon sleeper. Unlike Alex Young, Steele's method of escape is something a little more power based. Moving his legs into position, he lifts, lifting Perry clean off the ground and onto his shoulders! Perry is now up on Steele's shoulders, positioned for a running power slam! Steele runs across the ring, and plants Perry hard, laying out the Devestator. Steele immediately leaps back to his feet, and goes after Shane, who still has the leg lock on Alex Young. A kick to the head, and Shane is down on the Mat. Steele lifts Shane up and is mouthing "Sorry" as he lifts Shane up for the Lethal Combustion. He swings Shane out but Shane reverses into a DDT!

All four men are down, none moving!

Tex: Holy Crap!

Duff: I don't like the guy, but that was a GREAT reversal by Shane, it kept his hopes alive in this one.

Tex: Devastators down, Young is down, Steele is down, West is down... the only person remaining standing in this match is locked in a plexiglass pod!

Duff: Yeah, but for how long? Another minute and a half?!

Alex Young is the first one to his feet, holding his knee that Shane had been tweaking. He grabs Shane and lifts him to his feet, and hits an overhead belly to belly throwing Shane once again over the top rope to the outside. Shane lands hard with a crash on the metal paneling. Alex Young smiles, and climbs the tunrbuckles and stares down at Shane on the outside. Then he climbs higher, mounting the glass pod! He points down at Shane, and pats the elbow and the crowd erupts. Alex Young leaps off to elbow drop West, but West rolls out of the way! Young crash lands on his elbow and rolls around holding it in pain. The crowd is sympathetic to his plight, in the form of a "You F****D UP" chant that emerges from the crowd. Perry is the next to his feet and seeing Young holding his arm in Agony, doesn't waste time. He immediately locks in an armbar, cranking Youngs arm. Young is trying to resist and fight off the pain. When it is clear Young will refuse to give up, Perry takes Youngs arm, and wraps it around the chains of the Chamber and begins to twist against the metal structure. Now Young is howling, his feet kicking. He is trying to break free, but Perry has a hellish look on his face and refuses to let go. Finally with nowhere to go, Alex Young screams "I GIVE"

ELIMINATED: ALEX YOUNG VIA MODIFIED ARM BAR SUBMISSION BY JASON PERRY

Perry gets up, and looks at the downed Shane West and goes right back after him. Delivering right hand after right hand into the busted open forehead of Shane. Shane is sprawled on the floor, and Perry again goes for a pin attempt on Shane West but again Shane kicks out at 2. The Countdown appears on the titantron, and begins counting down. The crowd chant's with it and Perry turns to stare in the ring. Steele is on his feet, and he was perched on the top turnbuckle! As Perry turns, he is caught by a Beast sized missile dropkick! Jason Perry crashes into the wall of the structure and bounces off holding his back, face wrenched in pain. As the clock hits 1, here comes the last competitor in the match, Tristan Kruise! He runs and leaps, flying over the top rope and splashes all three competitors on the outside, and all four men are down again!

Tex: Just... Wow! Kruise has been in the ring for mere MOMENTS, and already a huge impact has been made!

Duff: He's back on his feet!

Tristan is indeed, and goes right after Shane West kicking the former Universal Champion in the ribs. Shane clutches his ribs and rolls onto his front. Tristan uses Shane's back as a kickboard, launching himself off, and dropkicking the now standing Jason Perry, sending him sprawling into the plexiglass pod. Tristan gets back up and kicks Shane again in the ribs, and now Shane is laying on his back. Tristan turns around, but is met by a very unhappy Lethal Steele!

Steele grabs Tristan and lifts him straight up for a Vertical Suplex, and holds him there, stalling it, before sending Tristan straight back down into a face driver. Steele modifies it, though, so that Tristan also Splashes onto the downed West! Both men are down, clutching their midsections, and Tristan also his head. Perry is still leaned against the plexiglass pod, and Steele grins maniacally.

Tex: Uh oh... I don't like that look...

Duff: BEAST MODE!

Steele rushes Perry and delivers a HUGE Spear onto the devestator, sending him crashing through the plexiglass pod! Both men are down, surrounded by shattered plexiglass, with Devestator bleeding from numerous cuts. Steele immediately covers Perry. 1! 2! THR-KICKOUT! Steele is gaping, not beleiving that Jason Perry had it in him to kick out after the huge spear through the pod. The crowd is echoing their thoughts through the arena. "HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!"

Tex: Jason Perry refuses to let this chance at the Universal Title pass him by!

Duff: Would you Tex? Jason Perry has been a singles competitor for years, never earning an opportunity to win "the big one". This is his first real opportunity, and he won't let little things like going through a pod because a train hit him in the face stop him!

Steele is back on his feet, and grabs Kruise and hits a huge release german, sending Kruise back and neck first onto the steel grating, before getting back to his feet, and grabbing Perry by the leg, and dragging him out of the plexiglass pod wreckage. He lifts Perry to his feet, and lifts him over his head into a torture rack, and begins working the Devastators already hurt back. Shane West and Tristan Kruise are both back on their feet and begin exchanging right hands, the blood flying from Shane's forehead with each punch received. Shane blocks one punch, then a second, and stomps on Tristans foot! Tristan hops on one foot momentarily, which allows Shane to dropkick him in the knee he's putting his weight on, and tristan hits the floor. Shane creates some distance between himself and the other three competitors, re-entering the ring, and crossing it. Perry, still in the torture rack, starts delivering elbow shots to the temple of Steele, causing him to stagger. Steele stumbles backwards into the ropes, and Perry rolls off his shoulders into the ring. Shane runs across the ring, and oklahoma rolls Perry, rolling him up, and the referee drops for the count, but the Devastator kicks out at 2. On the outside of the ring Tristan Kruise has gotten up as well, and blatantly kicks Lethal Steele below the belt. Steele hunches over in pain, but fights through it standing back up. Tristant gapes at him, unbelieving, so he repeats the kick, sending another shot to the scrote of Steele. A second one doubles Steele over again, but again, the mans resilience allows him to stand back up and his face is RED with rage. Tristan is just in shock, but levels a THIRD kick to the cock.

Duff: One, Two, Three times a Lady!

Tex: A man just got his manhood mutilated, show some empathy.

Duff: Ok, fine. Ouchtown, population you bro!

The third kick seemed to be the magic number as now Steele is on his knees sputtering, looking like he's trying not to vomit. Kruise jumps up and leg drops the back of Steele's head, sending him crashing face first into the steel.

Duff: Steele meets Steel!

Tex: What happened to being empathatic?!

Duff: Wasn't my thing.

With Perry down on the mat, Shane steps into the back of his knees, and wraps his shins in front of his own, as if he were going for a Surfboard. But he leaps up into the air and comes crashing down, stomping on both knees. Perry clutches his knees and Shane stomps on an ankle. Then a knee again. Then on his fingers, and his arm. Every bit of exposed flesh that is visible, Shane begins delivering stomp after stomp, and The Devestator is hurting. Alicia is outside the ring shouting at her husband to get up. Perry nods to her and starts to get to his feet. Shane goes to deliver a german suplex, but gets elbowed for his troubles, and hit with a stunner. He stumbles backwards across the ring into the corner, and Perry motions "give it to me" to Alicia. She reaches down and pulls out...Handcuffs!

Duff: I know she liked handcuffs...

Tex: Duff! Thats a mans wife!

Duff: Everyone likes getting freaky now and then...

Devestator comes over retreives them from his wife, who passes them through the cage. He is grinning as he hunts Shane, who is slowly getting to his feet across the ring, not suspecting the handcuffs. Devastator wraps them around his fist first, and levels a shot to Shane's forehead, and more blood hits the mat. Shane stutter steps before Ric Flair Flopping to the mat. Devastator looks at Shane, but then at Tristan Kruise who is still beating on Steele on the outside. With the cuffs still wrapped around his hand, he sneaks out of the ring, and behind Tristan, before leveling him with a punch to the skull. Tristan drops, a hand immediately going to where the blow landed. A second and a third punch swiftly follow, and Tristan's hand comes back red. Jason Perry is grinning as Kruise lays on the floor, and the last man not himself unbleeding is Lethal Steele. Steele is fighting his way to his feet, and Devastator winds up to unload on Steele, but Steele ducks under the incoming right hand, and lifts Devastator up into the air on his shoulders. Steele immediately swings him around and Lands the Lethal Combustion! Alicia has her hands on her face outside the ring, as Lethal rolls over draping an arm across Perry's chest. 1! 2! THREE!

ELIMINATED: JASON PERRY VIA PINFALL- LETHAL COMBUSTION BY LETHAL STEELE

Tex: And then their were three...

Duff: All three of these men have had some damage done to them. Two of them are bleeding, one has been attacked in other ways...

Tex: You have to give it up for Shane West- even if he doesn't Win this match, he's been bleeding since 4 and a half minutes into this match and right now we're at the 40 minute mark! He's going to need a blood transfusion when all this is over due to blood loss!

Duff: I don't like the guy, but even I admit he's putting everything on the line here. Then again, Steele put himself and Perry through a plexiglass pod in the HOPES of eliminating him!

Lethal Steele is back on his feet, and is looking between Tristan Kruise and Shane West who are both down. Tristan Kruise, by luxury of being closer, becomes his primary target, and he deadlifts Kruise from the steel floor up onto his shoulders. Tristan immediately begins squirming trying to slip out of Steele's grip, but his grip mimics his name. Like Steel, his fingers wrap around Tristan, preventing escape. He rams Tristan face first into the chamber wall, before hitting a spin-out facebuster on the floor. Tristan is sprawled across the floor, and Steele goes for a pin.