Martin Prince vs Xantaxm

[Martin Prince//Winthorp D.]

The fans within the Madison Square Garden continue screaming, even as the aftermath of the Wilkins vs Darkrites match subsided. Maintanence staff at ringside continue to clean away the burning embers of the tables from the Inferno Cage, as well as raising the cursed cage itself. A cameraman at ringside begins moving the camera up the extremely long ramp, taking in footage of all the fans in the front row. Another cameraman is positioned at the announcer's tables, where Big Al Mulligan and Colin Jennings are seated peacefully.

~ Colin Jennings
"Such a vicious match, I'm not sure what can top that! But, we've still got two more matches for the night folks and they're sure to be stunners as Gods v. Heretics continues to progress. However we're still yet to know who the mystery opponent is for the Main Event tonight, but alas, it is time to get on with the next match."

~ "Big" Al Mulligan
"I swear, this better be better than that snorefest of a match between Darkrites and Wilkins, even the Mancunian Street Fight excited me a little, and it was Ryan Hughes for god sake."

The lights within the arena begin fading to complete darkness, a heavy riff sound from both drums and guitar begins filling the air. The sound drags on for several seconds more before shifting into the heavy intro of "Kill the King" by Megadeth. The crowd is driven into a frenzy as the TitanTron jumps to life with Martin Prince's highlight reel. Martin Prince steps out, pushing the velvet curtains aside and walking out onto the stage with his arms raised slightly. His wrestling attire somewhat special for the occassion, consisting of his red short tights with MP embroiled on the side, red knee pads and red boots. Prince also sports an open long sleeve robe, which bears the name "Team Prince" on the back.

"Broken down, feeling naked
Leaving me unfulfilled
Promising compromise
Championing mediocrity

Time and time again
What you said ain't what you mean
Even if all my bones are broken
I will drag myself back from the edge to"

The One and Only begins his walk down the long ramp, exchanging hand shakes with fan members in the front and taking his time to sign various things for them also. Cameras begin flashing as Prince continues this for a minute longer.

~ Charlie Coors
"Ladies and Gentlemen, making his way to the ring, from Atlanta, Georgia. He weights in tonight's bout at 245 pounds. He is the General Manager of Tuesday Night Triumph and the leader of Team Prince, Martin Prince!"

"Kill the King, The King is dead, Long live the King
Kill the King, The King is dead, Long live the King,
I am the King, God save the King

Kill the King, The King is dead
I am the King, Long live the King
Kill the King, The King is dead
I am the King, Long live the King"

Martin makes it halfway down the ramp finally, however he stops almost instantly as he makes it into the middle. The GM looks around at all the fans in attendance of the event and bends forward, touching the steel ramp. He snaps back up quickly and raises his arms, pyros shooting up from the stage and progressing down the ramp also, which brings forth another round of cheers from the ever-so-ready crowd.

~ Colin Jennings
"Martin looks absolutely pumped tonight Al, which could make you wonder whether Xantaxm himself is ready."

~ Big Al
"Martin is just an aging punk. He's no match for Xantaxm and after The Boss pins him for a three count, Martin will HAVE to live up to his obligations and resign from GHW, permanently."

"I reveal a deceiver
In the highest seat in the land
His idle hands the Devil's workshop
Generate more smoke than heat

Time and time again
What you said ain't what you mean
Even if all my bones are broken
I will drag myself back from the edge to"

Martin makes it to the end of the ramp and slides in rather quickly, getting back to his feet almost as fast and moves up to Charlie Coors. Coors smiles at Prince, who smiles back and then hands the microphone to him at his request, "Kill the King" begins fading to nothing as silence ensues. Martin awaits silence from the crowd before raising the microphone up to his mouth to speak.

~ Martin Prince
"This is it. The final moment at the biggest stage of them all. Gods v. Heretics will be the Pay-Per-View of the year, reasons why is because you're all sitting inside the most famed arena in America. Madison Square Garden. You will also be witnessing a revelation, which is the match between Xantaxm and I. Whoever wins tonight will remain employed by Gods and Heretics Wrestling inc. Whereas the loser, will be forced to leave GHW entirely. Xant, I know you're listening to this as you're getting yourself ready in the locker room, so know this. I don't give a damn who you are, or what you've done. This is where it ends. Crimson vs X-Force, if you happen to be so lucky as to get pinned for the three count, then good on you. But mark my words, I will NOT go easy on you whatsoever, in fact, I will drive my knee into your very cranium and destroy you. You've done a lot in the past year and it's time to bring all that tyranny to an end. Xant, this is my final stand against YOU."

Martin drops the microphone and walks into a corner, removing his robe and placing it atop of the turnbuckle.

TBC: Xantaxm

[Xantaxm]

Martin stands in the corner of the ring stretching his neck and arms, waiting in anticipation for Xantaxm to make his grand entrance. The butterflies begin to form in Martin's stomach, but he keeps his mind focused by continuing his preparation routine. Meanwhile, a stage hand takes his robe from the turnbuckle to set it near the announce table. Charlie Coors slowly paces back to the center of the ring to make his next announcement. Just as he reaches his destination, the lights go black in the arena. Whistles, catcalls and anticipatory boos fill the air, and as expected, Xantaxm's theme begins.

(Musical introduction)

I can't stand it, I know you planned it
But I'm gonna set it straight, this Watergate
I can't stand rocking when I'm in here
Because your crystal ball ain't so crystal clear
So while you sit back and wonder why
I got this fucking thorn in my side
Oh my god, it's a mirage
I'm tellin' ya'll it's a sabotage

Silver and red laser lights shoot all around the entrance area, while a thin white smoke begins to fill the stage.

So, So, So, So Listen Up 'Cause You Can't Say Nothin'
You Shut Me Down With A Push Of Your Button
But yo, I'm Out And I'm Gone
I'll Tell You Now I Keep It On And On

Everyone, including Martin Prince, looks around the stage waiting for Xantaxm's arrival, but no one can be seen. Charlie Coors hesitates in doing the introduction for Xantaxm, not wanting to screw up and later face scrutiny from the boss. Xantaxm's music continues.

'Cause What You See You Might Not Get
And We Can Bet, So Don't You Get Souped Yet
Scheming On A Thing That's A Mirage
I'm Tryin' To Tell You Now It's Sabotage

Abruptly, Xantaxm's Tron video and music stops and the crowd's booing can be heard clearly. Xantaxm, donning his red and black robe, appears on the screen with a black background that leaves his location mysterious. A large cat-like grin rests on his face. Charlie, who was about to begin the intro now steps aside to listen. The fans vehemently continue to boo, not wanting to hear anything that Xantaxm has to say. Regardless, the boss begins, much to their protest.

"Did you half-breeds really think that I'd come out there and give you a grand entrance for your entertainment? You're a bunch of suckers is what you are. Martin, you're in for a hell of rough night because I am a strategizer. I have you exactly where I want you, and nothing you can do can save you now. Your pathetic excuse of an existence is about to end. You talk about how the end is in store for me if this match doesn't go in my favor, but everyone knows that I'm smarter than to put myself in that type of a situation. It's bad enough that I had to embarrass you at Code Blue last month. Now is just the encore. I spit on scum like you...in fact, I knock losers like you out!"

Just as Xantaxm finishes those words, a man with a black mask and an exact replica Xantaxm robe slides out from under the ring behind Martin. In his hands is what looks to be a shiny silver hammer. Before Martin can react to the sound of the fans yelling at the intruder, he is clobbered on the side of the head. He collapses to the mat immediately and grabs his wound in writhing pain. The camera turns to the assailant, who rips the black mask from his head and throws it aside. Unbelievably, it is Xantaxm himself.

Colin: That no-good Xantaxm! He just tricked us into watching a tape so that he could cowardly sneak up on Martin and get an advantage. Call a DQ ref!

Big Al: I never heard a bell ring, you moron. This match hasn't begun yet. That was perfectly legal....and strategic. You heard him, he's a strategizer.

Colin: A cheater maybe! Martin could be out for good. How is this going to be a fair match, or a match at all? Get some doctors out here now!!

Big Al: He's still moving, Colin. He'll be fine. Let's get this match started.

Colin: Wait, what is Xantaxm doing now? Haven't we heard enough?

Xantaxm snatches the microphone from the stunned Charlie Coors who stands nearby.

"Hahaha, how did that feel, Martin?"

The booing becomes so loud that Xantaxm can only scream over the fans.

"SHUT UP YOU IMBECILES! I'm not here to please you or do the right thing. It's not my fault that Martin doesn't have his head on straight."

Xantaxm begins laughing again at his own joke while a couple of doctors finally reach the ring to check on Martin.

"This is only the beginning of Martin's headache. Charlie, get over here."

Charlie cautiously steps closer to the hammer-toting general manager.

"Here, read this."

Xantaxm reaches into the pocket of his robe and hands a slip of paper to Charlie.

"Introduce to all this riff-raff in the arena the next obstacle that Martin will have to endure."

Colin: Next obstacle? What is Xantaxm talking about? This is a one-on-one wrestling match, not some hardcore gauntlet!

Big Al: Who are you to make the rules? This is getting more interesting by the second if you ask me.

Charlie reads over the paper and his face goes ashen with a grimace. He slowly lifts his microphone.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please stand from your seats and give a warm welcome to one of the most illustrious GHW Superstars in history, the one and only, Dyna Mike Duncan!"

Xantaxm puts his hammer under his arm and stands clapping for his comrade. The fans turn angrily toward the entrance area to boo the arriving Bulldog. Martin meanwhile, begins stirring as he hears the news, but the doctors urge him to stay still as they continue to examine. He does his best to brush them aside so that he is not the victim of another surprise attack.

TBC by Dyna Mike Duncan

[Bulldogs (Duncan + Genesis)]

'My Way' by Sid Vicious begins to play and the fans jeers reach a crescendo as the Arrogant Englishman makes his way down the ramp, waving his modified Union Jack flag (the Xantaxm 'X' scrawled across it) proudly.

Mike pauses at ringside, placing the flag reverently in the specially made slot in the steps to the ring, then looks up at Xant and smiles, applauding him. He then looks across at where the two doctors are attending Martin Prince, and the smile on his face becomes a mask of pure evil as he slides into the ring and snatches the microphone of Charlie.

DMD: What are you two PUNKS doing?! Get away from that sorry sack of sh....[/color]

Then DMD laughs, a sound so threatening and ominous that a young girl in the crowd starts to cry and wets herself! One of the doctors comes close to wetting himself too and scuttles under the bottom rope like a scalded cat. The other doctor just glares at DMD though, then stands up and rips his white coat of and throws it in DMD's direction!

Colin: My God! That's Patch Adams! One of The Fixer's new recruits to the Hardcore Division! He won't stand any messing from Duncan![/color]

Big Al: He's crazy standing up to DMD like that! Mike will rip his head off![/color]

Patch, either bravely or stupidly, turns his back on DMD and bends down once again to tend to Martin, lifting his head off the mat to look into his eyes .... then grabs his hair and smashes the back of his head back down into the mat repeatedley!!!

Colin: It's all a set up!!! The Doctor has sided with Xantaxm and Duncan!!! Somebody need to help Martin! This is a three on one assualt!!![/color]

Big Al: Learn to count Colin!!! Four on one .. No! FIVE on one!!!![/color]

Patch Adams stands up and begins stomping on Martin's left arm, his strikes expertly placed on his elbow joint, and as DMD and Xantaxm move across the ring, both Genesis and Valkyrie run down the ramp towards the ring, ready to join in the fun .....


(tbcb Xant or Martin)

[Martin Prince//Winthorp D.]

The group of five surround the fallen Martin Prince, Dyna Mike Duncan steps forward and grabs Martin by the arms and drags him back up to his feet. The crowd boo viciously as the X-Forces have the match in the bag. Xantaxm himself begins to step closer towards his hated nemesis and cocks his arm back, Duncan holds Prince still as a fist from the X-Meister is driven right into the cheek of The One and Only. Martin drops to the mat in an instant but is immediately brought back up to his feet by Duncan, who insists on Xantaxm to do it once more. The Boss merely obliges and brings his arm back once more, this time bringing his fist into the abdominal region of the General Manager of TNT. The fans boo once more as Xantaxm turns around, a cocky smile on his face as he raises his arms victoriously. Xantaxm eagerly removes his own robe now and covers Martin, hooking his leg up as the referee reluctantly makes the pinfall count.

"One!"

"Two!"

A rising shoulder breaks the count, the surrounding X-Force stare in disbelief of the foolery. Xantaxm merely smirks, cocking his head downwards towards a struggling Martin Prince while signalling for a microphone to be brought to him. The General Manager of TNT now showing his spirit, begins lifting himself off the canvas as Xantaxm looks on. He raises his boot and places it on the back of his arch nemesis, pushing him back into the canvas with a thud before receiving his microphone and instantly raising it up to his mouth.

~ Xantaxm
"Martin, you poor fool. You gave me far too much credit and now your all alone in a fishtank full of sharks"

Dyna Mike smirks and checks his wrist band, ready to begin the slaughter of Xantaxm's foe. Martin breathes heavily, face down on the mat with nowhere to go.

~ Xantaxm
"You see... I'm a winner Martin, and you... You are a loser... And one this company will not miss as your banished here tonight. Alright Mike, do your thing."

DMD cracks his knuckles in anticipation, he advances towards Martin before being stopped by the sound of "Rock the Nation" by Michael Franti and the Spearhead. Everyone standing in the ring turn their heads towards the stage and Cobrita is seen standing on stage, a chair in his hand as well as a smile on his face. He raises his arms and forms a giant 'X' in the air. Xantaxm and his crew laugh as they have one more person on their side, Cobrita walks down the long ramp leading down to the ring, receiving a shout of boos directed at him as he walks.

~ Colin Jennings
"Damn it! Not Cobrita too! This was suppose to be a simple one-on-one match, not a god damn slaughterfest. Someone ring the damn bell already, I can't take it anymore."

~ Big Al
"Get over it you little bitch, it was Martin's fault from the start in challenging Xantaxm. You just don't do that without suffering a bit of pain as a result of foolishness."

Cobrita slides into the ring with his chair and approaches the boss, nodding his head as he stands next to the other X-Force members. Xantaxm beckons Cobrita forward and away from the mic, he orders him to deal the finishing blow to Prince, who squirms on the canvas in an attempt to free himself. Cobrita nods in acknowledgment and raises the chair up above his head. Cobrita twists his body to the right and swings the chair, the chair hitting Patch Adams in the face, The Doctor dropping instantly as well as the crowd reacting with a bout of cheers. Xantaxm steps back in horror as Cobrita swings the chair at Genesis, the monk falling like his ally.

From the crowd, a hooded figure jumps over the guard barricade with a Jack Daniels bottle in his right hand. He slides into the ring and pushes Xantaxm to the side, raising the bottle and breaking it squarely on Mike Duncan's forehead. The figure pulls back the hood and The Proeliator reveals himself to the world, the crowd reacting once more with another rowdy cheer of approval. Xantaxm looks up at this sudden change and attempts to crawl back against a turnbuckle out of sight. Valkyrie KD looks at both men and steps forward with both arms raised for a double clothesline. Both Pro and Cobrita duck under the massive female's arms and turn to both deliver a thrust kick into the throat of Kelly Duncan.

Xantaxm is now perched in a corner, fear on his face as the two men now approach him. Pro stops Cobrita and turns to Martin, lifting him up to his feet carefully. Cob turns back to assist Martin up to his feet as well. The General Manager of TNT stands sluggishly on his feet but is able to steady himself properly, looking down at the bodies that litter the ring. Martin whispers an order into both men's ears and they nod, now beginning to push their bodies out of the ring.

~ Colin Jennings
"The tide has turned! Unbelievable! Cobrita and The Proeliator are pushing the Bulldogs out of the ring and turning this back into a one-on-one match!"

~ Big Al
"They aren't contracted superstars, get them out of here! Security!"

Martin grins maliciously, the battle back to where he wants it to be. He moves closer towards Xantaxm, who keeps himself against the padded turnbuckle corner. Martin stops right in front of Xantaxm, both men looking at each other, one scared and one determined. Martin closes his eyes and breathes, wanting to savor this moment well. He opens his eyes rather quickly and raises his right leg up, driving the boot right into the chest of The X-Force Leader. The crowd begins cheering, the sound echoing mightily throughout the entire Madison Square Garden arena. Cobrita and The Proeliator leave the ring to ensure that The Bulldogs don't return to the ring. Meanwhile, Martin continues to stomp on Xantaxm continuously, not stopping for breath or anything. The One and Only stops momentarily, pulling Xantaxm back up to his feet. He pushes Xant against the turnbuckle and begins unleashing an onslaught of knife edge chops against Xant's chest. Each hit making a loud noise, followed by a shout of "Wooooo" from the crowd.

Prince steps back and Xantaxm drops to the canvas with his hands on his chest, the pain sinking in after awhile. The crowd begins chanting Prince's name in unison as he gets his revenge on the man who has caused him hell for a year.

"Zantazm! Zantazm! Zantazm!" is what the crowd shouts, while Martin Prince leads them in their chant.

~ Colin Jennings
"On behalf of everyone on the Gods and Heretics Wrestling roster, I could probably say that Martin Prince is doing everyone a favor in this match right now. Giving Xantaxm exactly what he deserves; the thorough beating that had his name written on it ever since he stepped foot in our company."

~ Big Al
"This has become unfair now, it's all a big hate show towards our Boss. Stop being assholes and stop cheering the wrong name, it should be.. Xantaxm! Xantaxm! Xantaxm!"

Martin lifts Xant back up to his feet, getting ready to deal another vicious blow to The Boss. Martin moves in but drops to the mat, Xantaxm sneaking a low blow in by raising his shin and driving it into the groin of his arch nemesis. The crowd boo as both men drop to the mat in pain. Martin cups his groin with his hands and Xantaxm lays on his side, gasping for breath. The whole situation turning into one big lopsided brawl, where everyone is grounded and the referee merely stands in confusion.

TBC: Xantaxm
OOC: The Proeliator and Cobrita characters were given permission to be used prior to this post.

[Xantaxm]

As Martin and Xantaxm lie in pain on the mat trying to regain their strength to continue their epic fight, The Proeliator and Cobrita are outside the ring hovering over the bodies of the injured Bulldogs. Dyna Mike Duncan's forehead has been thrashed open from the whiskey bottle shot by The Proeliator, and blood runs quickly down his face and onto his chest. Not knowing what hit him, he attempts to locate his attacker, but The Proeliator finds him first. The Proeliator mounts Mike Duncan and begins throwing wild punches as the two roll around trying to get the upperhand. Meanwhile, Genesis and Patch Adams attempt to recoup after their respective chairshots, but Cobrita stands by slyly with a chair in hand waiting for either to try to get up. This leaves Kelly Duncan pretty much under the radar, and after taking a thrust kick to the throat, she shuffles near the ring, pulling some sort of small cartridge out and shaking it.

Colin: The Proeliator and Cobrita have done a good job clearing house here and mobilizing the Bulldogs, but they're still outnumbered. Kelly is by the far side of the ring outside with something in her hands. Can you see what's she got there, Al?

Big Al: God if I know, but I hope she uses it to get the advantage back for Xant and the Bulldogs. It's one thing to have the Bulldogs come down here and maintain the peace of this match, but it's another to have them attacked by a couple of no-good hoodlums.

Colin: Maintain the peace? Are you kidding me? Those Bulldogs came down here to sabotage this match for Martin. Xantaxm can't fight his own fights and everyone knows it.

Big Al: Baloney! You're a biased loser and always will be.

Martin and Xantaxm begin stirring to their feet inside the ring, and Xantaxm secretly glimpses a recovering Kelly Duncan peeping her head over the mat. She gives the boss a small nod, tipping him off for some sort of scheme she has planned. A small impish grin quickly flashes across his face, and he turns to continue his brawl with Martin. Martin strikes first, landing a jab to Xantaxm's face. He then throws another, directing Xantaxm toward the turnbuckle. He continues to lay into his foe, and strategically pushes him into the corner to attempt another round of knife chops into his chest. Xantaxm anticipates the moves, and reverses Martin into the turnbuckle. Xantaxm then lays into the abdomen region with precision thrust punches, and after four or five, Martin curdles over to his knees. Xantaxm angrily grabs him by the hair and pulls him toward the other side of the ring where Kelly pretends to be prone outside.

Colin: This is a deliberate set up. Somebody has to get over there and stop Kelly before something else bad happens.

Big Al: Quit your damn whining already. There's no set-up going on. Kelly is hurt, she's down. Xantaxm is plainly controlling this match now and working on his next strategy.

Xantaxm and Martin reach the far side of the ring, and Xantaxm lifts Martin to his feet. Kelly sees the opportunity and jumps awake onto the apron. Xantaxm secures Martin's arms behind his back and pushes him forward to face Kelly. Martin stares into the face of Kelly, who raises her hand with the cartridge in tow. Before the mist of the cartridge sprays from her palm, Martin ducks, causing it to strike the face of Xantaxm. Xantaxm screams in pain as he lets go of Martin and falls to the mat. The error by Kelly leaves her face ashen as she steadfastly hides the container in her brazier. Martin laughs at Kelly, who then jumps off the apron to avoid any contact with him. Xantaxm begins wiping his face in a panic, but he is failing in his task.

Colin: Score one for Team Prince! That's what you get when you try to cheat.

Big Al: This isn't right! Where are the doctors when Xantaxm needs them? We need to stop the match and make sure he's all right.

Colin: Finish him, Martin!

Martin stands firmly looking at Kelly Duncan, not sure if he should pursue her or go back after Xantaxm. He chooses the latter and drops an axe handle onto the boss' back. Xantaxm falls flat on his stomach with his hands still on his face from the spray. Martin takes advantage of the position and locks his enemy in an STF submission move. Xantaxm screams again in pain, and the thought of tapping out quickly races through his mind. As he lifts his arm to slap the mat, Kelly comes crashing down on Martin with an elbow. The submission is broken up as the ref yells at Kelly to leave the ring. Martin angrily turns toward Kelly from the ground, wishing he had taken her out for good before focusing back on Xantaxm. Kelly attempts to kick Martin, but he grabs her by the ankle. Kelly wriggles her leg to free herself, and by now, Cobrita sees what is going on and slides back in the ring with his steel chair in hand. Kelly finally manages to free herself, but she backs herself into the ropes. She raises her arms in a plea to Martin and Cobrita to stop, but they grin in response. Before they can surround her, both Patch Adams and Genesis enter the ring to even the odds.

Big Al: You can try to stop the Bulldogs, but it's only a matter of time until they get the upperhand. Now the numbers are equal.

Colin: Equal? You need to learn how to count. I see 2 in the ring for Xant and 1 for Prince.

Genesis, not being able to control his anger, charges at Cobrita and slams into his back with a thundering tackle. The twosome and chair go flying to the mat. Genesis begins to unload punches at Cobrita, who can only cover his face in defense. Martin turns to face Patch Adams who slowly inches toward him. Before either can make another move, Kelly sneaks up from behind Martin and low blows him with a vicious uppercut. Martin clenches his jewels which just suffered their second unfriendly encounter in recent minutes as he crumbles forward in response. The pain from his face causes nearly every male fan to grimace simultaneously. Patch Adams, however, stands smiling above him. Kelly quickly goes over to attend to Xantaxm, who is still trying to gain back his vision from her unintended spraying.

Colin: Not this again. There's no way Martin can keep fighting this match if he's constantly outnumbered.

Big Al: He brought it upon himself by hiring Cobrita and The Proeliator. You don't fight fire with fire and expect to win against Xantaxm.

Xantaxm gets to his knees, still trying to wipe his face unsuccessfully. Kelly yells at Patch Adams to go grab some water, and the good doctor slides out of the ring toward the announce table. He grabs Colin's water bottle and tosses it over the ropes to Kelly.

Colin: What the hell do you think you're doing? That's my water...

Patch Adams yells at Colin to shut up and he stops mid-sentence. Seeing that Martin and Cobrita are down and Kelly is attending to Xantaxm, Patch Adams turns his focus now on the struggle that is still going on between DMD and The Proeliator. He immediately goes to help his leader. The Proeliator is atop Mike Duncan at that moment, but not for long. A stiff right kick to the head of The Proeliator knocks him over. Mike Duncan, with full crimson mask, tiredly manages to get to his feet, as he stumbles near the steel steps. His energy is sapped by the loss of blood, and he can only watch as Patch Adams lays into The Proeliator with boot stomps.

Big Al: Looks like another one bites the dust, Colin. Now that peace has been restored, we can now see a good ending.

Colin: There's no damn peace! This is anarchy! This is....blasphemy!

Kelly pours water into Xantaxm's hands, who splashes it on face to rinse off the blinding mist. It works well as he begins to get his vision back to see the fallen Martin Prince. He says something to Kelly, and she nods. She then leaves the ring on some sort of a mission. Xantaxm splashes more water on his face and uses the ropes to get to his feet. All the while, Genesis continues hammering Cobrita, and Patch Adams keeps The Proeliator busy. Kelly makes her way around the ring toward the ring announcer and snatches the mic from him. Charlie looks on in shock but does nothing. Kelly runs back around the ring and hands it to Xantaxm.

"Alright, that's enough, Genesis. You can stop knocking sense into that backstabbing critter, Cobrita. Drag his useless carcass to the back and get rid of him for good!"

Xantaxm turns toward the other side of the ring where DMD and Patch Adams are kicking The Proeliator by the outside barrier.

"Doctor Adams, do the same with that scum that you're annihilating. Finish him off somewhere else. Mike, get your face washed up and clean. You've lost a massive amount of blood. Get better, and thank you for your pleasurable appearance tonight."

Martin begins squirming toward Xantaxm, which catches his attention.

"I haven't forgotten about you, my pitiful victim. Your night has just begun."

Colin: The heck does that mean? Haven't we seen enough already?

Big Al: I don't know about you, but I'm just starting to enjoy this match.

Genesis can be seen dragging Cobrita backstage in the background as Patch Adams struggles to remove The Proeliator. DMD, frustrated, lends him a hand, even though he's lost some strength due to his bloodletting.

"You see, Martin, I have another ace up my sleeve that needs to be played. I sent out an invitation to a new friend of mine, and he gladly accepted. So, I shouldn't waste his time and stall from bringing him out here to enjoy himself. Give a warm welcome to your next obstacle...."

Xantaxm slides out of the ring as Martin cringes at who may be appearing next on behalf of Xantaxm.

Colin: This is absurd.

TBC by Martin's next obstacle

[Dave Carter]

Lights in the arena go a little bit dim and a video of a storm begins to play on the titantron. Everyone's attention is focused on the entrance way, awaiting to find out who is this mystery obstacle that Martin Prince will have to face next. An unheard in GHW yet theme hits the P.A. system as Shinedown - Sound of Madness begins to play.

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

Out from the back the mystery man finally steps out and the whole arena is sent to a shock and mass confusion. The man is a very familiar face in GHW - it's Dave "The Lightning" Carter. Fans in attendance can't believe, seeing as he is the next obstacle. It's hard to cope with the fact that their long time favorite would side with the most hated man in GHW, Xantaxm.

~~Colin “The Fuzz” Jennings~~
No! You got to be kidding me! Don't tell me he's the next obstacle.

Oh my, here we go

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

You think that by crying to me
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe
You've been infected by a social disease
Well, then take your medicine

Dave Carter wears a pair of dark blue wrestling thighs with a mean smiley symbol on both sides of the thighs, a pair of black wrestling boots and an open black vest with the words "The Lightning" written on the back. The Party Riser has a calm and serious look on his face as he stands on the top of the entrance ramp, looking straight to the ring. There Martin Prince stands leaning on the ropes, tired by the battle he already had to fight, looking in disbelieve like the rest of the arena to see Dave being here and on Xantaxm's side. Carter suddenly shoots both his arms up to the air, with one finger on each hand pointing up as silver and gold pyro shoot from the stage.

I created the sound of madness, wrote the book on pain
Somehow I'm still here to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
You can sleep with a gun
When you gonna wake up and fight for yourself?

Dave begins to slowly walk down the entrance ramp towards the ring, not letting his eyes away from Martin, who tries to regroup himself and prepare for what might be coming. Still not knowing what to exactly make of this, Prince follows every Carter's move closely as he approaches the ringside. The Lightning climbs onto the apron when he reaches the ring and stares directly to Martin, still with an emotionless look on his face. Slowly he goes between the second and top rope and steps into the ring. Xantaxm meanwhile looks on from the ringside with a huge grin on his face.

I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality
If there's an afterlife then it'll set you free
But I'm not gonna part the seas
You're a self-fulfilling prophecy

You think that by crying to me
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe
You've been infected by a social disease
Well, then take your medicine

The two men now stand face to face inside the ring as the music begins to die down. The effects of this match are showing on Martin Prince as takes slow deep breathes, trying to recover, yet not turning away from Dave even for a second. At ringside, Xantaxm lifts the mic he still held in his hands up to his mouth and speaks up.

~~Xantaxm~~
Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you the one and only... Dave "The Lightning" Carter!

Dave gives a little smile after Xantaxm's announcement and instantly demonstrates why he is The Lightning. With a quick step forward and by extending his arm to the side, Dave clotheslines Martin down to the mat. The Party Riser gets straight into the assault, stomping Prince like mad. He then drops down to his knees and grabs Martin by the hair with one arm, while he sends stiff punches to the forehead of TNT GM with his other hand. After 5 or 6 of those, Dave quickly makes his way back up to his feet, but doesn't allow Martin to rest even for a moment as he stomps Martin's guts few more times. Carter then grabs him by the hair and pulls him up to his feet, talking some smack to his face along the way. Tired and hurt Martin tries to make a comeback by sending a quick right jab to Dave's face, followed by a left punch. Yet, the third attempt by Prince to punch his opposition is blocked by Dave's forearm and the Show Starter sends a swift kick to the guts of the leader of Team Prince, forcing him to bend over and grab his belly. The Lightning then wraps one of his arms around Martin's head, applying a front-facelock, and puts one of his legs on Martin's shoulder. He then falls backwards, driving Prince head first into the mat with Scissored DDT.

~~Colin “The Fuzz” Jennings~~
This is wrong on so many levels. Why would Dave do this, why would he join Xantaxm?

~~“Big” Al Mulligan~~
Cause he's smart, that's why.

~~Colin “The Fuzz” Jennings~~
Yeah, real smart being Xantaxm's lackey, doing his dirty work for him. This was supposed to be Xantaxm vs Martin Prince, not Xantaxm, Bulldogs and now Dave Carter vs Martin Prince!

~~“Big” Al Mulligan~~
Hey, Martin had help too. And I think that it's a very smart, Dave is making big time impact by doing this.

With a cocky look on his face Dave makes his way to vertical stance. He looks around the audience, which is booing him now, as he takes off the vest he was wearing and throws it outside the ring. Slowly he begins to walk around the ring, taunting the crowd, talking smack and even flipping off few fans, Dave generates even more heat as the boos get louder. Carter soaks them up as he looks around with cocky smile across his face. He approaches Martin, lying on his back in the middle of the ring, and looks down on him. Still smiling, the Party Riser places his boot on Prince's face and crushes his head a bit while talking some smack. Martin tries to pull it off, but is unable to do so and a "You suck!" chant, directed towards Carter breaks down in the crowd. The Lightning only laughs at this and even motions the fans to make it louder as he continues to press Martin's face against the canvas. Meanwhile, at ringside, Xantaxm looks on with a smile on his face and applauds Carter who is dominating his opponent so far.
Wanting to inflict even more pain, Dave finally steps of Prince's face and grabs one of his arms, extending it across the mat. He then drops knee first on Martin's elbow pit, causing the GM of TNT to scream out in pain. Carter repeats this maneuver two more times and when he finally releases Prince's arm, Martin begin to roll in pain, holding his arm. The Party Riser shows no intention of stopping his attack as he grabs Martin by the hair again and pulls him up to his feet once again. Still holding Prince by hair with one hand, Carter slaps him across the face with his other hand and talks even more trash, insulting the GM of TNT. But all this time wasting to taunt fans and insult Prince turns against Dave, as it gave time for Martin to recover. The leader of Team Prince pushes the arm holding his hair away and send a stiff punch to Carter's face, forcing him to stumble backwards a bit. Prince then sends another stiff punch, and another, and another, all of them connecting and making Dave stumble backwards and lose control. Carter does try to retaliate by trying a punch of his own, but Prince ducks it and gets behind him, wrapping his arms around the Show Starter's waist. With one quick thrust Martin lifts Dave of his feet and falls backwards, pulling with himself and throwing Carter back first into the canvas with a perfectly executed German Suplex. The Lightning makes his way back up to his feet rather quickly, but is taken down again just moments later with a stiff clothesline by Prince.

~~Colin “The Fuzz” Jennings~~
The tables have turned and Martin now is in control.

~~“Big” Al Mulligan~~
I doubt that's gonna last long.

Seeing now that Dave is no longer dominating the match, Xantaxm gets worried and climbs up to the apron, trying to distract Martin Prince. It works, as the moment Martin spots Xantaxm in his view, his eyes lit up rage. Prince dashes to GM of MNC and FNM and grabs him by the head. With a rush of adrenaline filling his body now, Martin is able to pull Xantaxm into the ring over the top rope quite easily. Xantaxm is back on his feet quickly and backs in to the corner, trying to avoid the rage Martin is burning with. Alas, he is unable and Prince begins to punch and stomp Xantaxm in the corner, while the crowd pops loudly. Running on adrenaline right now, with kicks and punches GM of TNT is able to bring down his opponent down to the mat. Knowing that Dave is still out there, Martin leaves Xantaxm for the moment and turns around. But, unfortunately, Carter is already back up in his feet and was right behind Prince. The leader of Team Prince walks straight in to the Party Riser, who quickly ducks under Martin's arm and reaches across Prince's chest with his own arm. Dave then jumps up to the air and flips backwards, bringing Martin with him. A moment later Prince is slammed back first to the mat very hard with Dave's signature Slam Jammer.

~~Colin “The Fuzz” Jennings~~
Martin is one hell of a fighter. But even he can't fight two men at once after the punishment he has taken.

~~“Big” Al Mulligan~~
Well, if he can't take it, he shouldn't have started in the first place.

The Lightning makes his way back to vertical stance and looks down with a cocky smile on his face to Martin Prince, lying in the middle of the ring motionless. Few seconds later, Dave walks up to Xantaxm and helps him back up to his feet. The two men stand face to face and shake hands, as the fans in attendance follow this thunderous boos. After the handshake, Dave takes one more glimpse at Martin, still down on the canvas and not moving, before he steps out of the ring. Knowing he has done his job, the Party Riser makes his way up the ramp towards the backstage area as the fans continue to boo him. As Dave Carter returns backstage, Xantaxm approaches Martin and looks down on him with a grin in his face.

TBC by Martin or Xantaxm

[Martin Prince//Winthorp D.]

~ Xantaxm
"That's right Martin, I want to see you squirm. I want to see you continuously beg for mercy at my feet and I also want to see you make your way up that ramp a loser. I am the King of all Kings and this King has just ended your career."

The oh-so-cocky Owner of GHW raises his arms triumphantly, taking credit for the entire beating that was not commited by his hands. He moves closer towards Martin and covers him once more, pinning his shoulders down and hooking his leg. The referee slides down onto his knees to make the pinfall count.

"One!"
Martin remains motionless as the referee's hand slaps the canvas for the first time, the crowd repeats the count anxiously, the sound of their count echoing throughout the entire arena.

"Two!"
The second slap of the referee's hand makes contact with the mat once more, Martin still remains motionless and Xantaxm himself looked down upon his nemesis with a wide grin. The victory and Martin's banishment is just a second away from being his.

"Thr-"

Martin raises his shoulder up into the air, the sudden revival and break of the pin causes an outburst of cheers that suddenly erupts from the crowd. The sudden euphoria brings upon a look of malice from The X-Force Leader, who jumps to his feet in an instance, the blood rushing to his head as the anger continues to build up within him. Xantaxm stomps the canvas twice in a bout of rage and begins pulling on the ropes with all his might, his destiny brought to a halt by a mere raise of a shoulder.

The Pioneer of the X-Force approaches Martin as he begins to crawl towards the ropes and suddenly drives a vicious kick into the ribs of The One and Only. Martin falls to the side and doubles up, coughing twice as he can feel the oxygen taken forcefully from his lungs. Xantaxm raises his foot above Martin's back and drives the heel of his boot into the lower spine of the GM of TNT. Martin screams in agony as the pain sets in instantly. The Boss continues to bring on an onslaught of pain, dragging Martin back up to his feet and taking him towards the ropes. Xant takes a hold of Prince's wrist and whips him towards the opposite side, Martin rebounds and makes a return trip towards the awaiting Xantaxm, who bends forward to prepare for a back body drop. Martin changes the tide and launches himself over Xantaxm, grabbing him by the legs and flipping him onto his back with a Sunset Flip. The referee steps forward for the count;

"One!"

"Two!"

Xant rolls back, breaking the pin immediately. Martin falls back and rests on the canvas while Xant rests on a knee, just avoiding a pin that could've ended his dictatorship.

~ Colin Jennings
"Xantaxm avoiding an almost upsetting loss against Martin Prince. Martin has taken a heck of a beating tonight, so it's just a wonder if he'll be able to survive against Xantaxm for the rest of the match."

~ Big Al
"Like I said, you can't fight fire with fire against The Boss. You'll just end up burning yourself badly, like Martin has done tonight."

As Xantaxm recuperates, an ongoing "MAR-TIN PRINCE" chant begins to take place within the arena. The GHW Owner looks around in disbelief and rage, the fans choosing to side with the person who clearly has no proper chance to win in the match. Xantaxm gets back up to his feet and slowly approaches the recovering GM of TNT, a look of malice drawn upon his visage. Xant jumps up into the air, raising his knee up to his abdominal region and driving the point of the knee into Martin's forehead. A heavy thump and scream of pain later, Martin's forehead now shows a clear cut with blood slowly leaking from the wounds. Xantaxm gets back up to his feet once more and makes an attempt for a second knee drop. He jumps into the air once more and raises his knee up but misses the second and only achieving pain, Martin lays on his side after the evasion, breathing heavily as blood continues to flow.

Martin digs his palm into the canvas and uses his utmost strength to bring himself into a raised horizontal base, keeping himself on all fours as he struggles to get up to his feet. Xantaxm holds his knee in pain, gasping in pain. Martin takes a deep breath and forces himself back into a vertical base, on both knees. He lifts himself up slowly and back into a standing position, albeit standing sluggishly due to the pain coursing through his body. Martin stumbles back and held against the rope, blood slowly covering his entire face in a crimson mask. Xantaxm is now nearly back up to his feet, his teeth clenched as he grunts in pain trying to get back up to his feet. As Xant gets back up to his feet he takes an immediate run towards the injured Martin Prince. Martin steps forward by pushing himself off of the ropes and ducking under Xant's extended arm, turning around almost instantly and grabbing Xant's head. The Leader of the X-Force is stopped in his tracks as The One and Only raises a knee up against his forehead, Prince jumps up into the air and lands on his back, driving the knee into forehead with force which sends Xantaxm up with a snapback and onto the mat.

~ Colin Jennings
"Cliffhanger! Cliffhanger! Martin Prince just hit a Cliffhanger which could most likely have ended the match right there! My god, Xantaxm could be saying goodbye to his hold over GHW's throat now."

~ Big Al
"No! This can't be it, come on sir. Find a way to get back up to your feet, this can't happen. THIS CAN'T HAPPEN!"

A close-up shot of Xant's face displays a cut on The Boss' forehead as well. Both men are left bloody and battered in the center of the ring, each men now wearing a similar crimson mask and both lay incapacitated on the canvas. The fans begin clapping and stomping as well as chanting the names of both titans in the ring. The referee moves into the middle of the two fallen men and begins his count for the count out:

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

"Four!"

"Five!"

A bandaged Mike Duncan runs out from the back and down the ramp, the fans begin booing as The Leader of The Bulldogs grabs Xantaxm by the ankle and pulls him carefully out of the ring to break the count. The referee looks up in anger and warns Duncan about his interference once more, Mike chooses to ignore the referee's warning and taps Xant on the cheek to wake him up.

~ Colin Jennings
"Oh come on, stop interrupting already!"

Another person makes his way down the ramp from backstage, a weapon in his hand as he jogs down the long ramp; a bunch of lighttubes bunched together with duct tape.

The masked person taps Duncan twice on the shoulder, at first Mike ignores this too. A second set of shoulder taps gets The Arrogant Englishman's attention this time, only to be on the receiving end of the lighttubes that instantly break and shatter all over his already bandaged face. Mike Duncan drops to the ground instantly and the mysterious persona begins to unmask himself, the mask falls to the ground and the entire arena is brought to an ovation of cheers for none other than The Psycho Kid himself. TPK takes his hooded jacket off and brings Mike back up to his feet, laying a few punches into the face of The Bulldogs' leader. TPK sidesteps the bigger Duncan and wraps his arms around his neck to apply a DDT-like position, TPK steps back and takes the fall, driving Duncan's head into the steel ramp with a DDT. An eruption of cheers resuming for the former GHW King of the Deathmatch Champion.

~ Colin Jennings
"Yes! TPK was able to put a stop to Duncan's assistance with a DDT. This has slowly become a hell of a match with many surprises being brought out continuously."

~ Big Al
"Oh shut up Colin, please for the love of god. TPK is just interfering for no damn reason, in fact, he shouldn't even be in this arena."

The Psycho Kid takes a hold of Duncan's ankle, dragging him back up the ramp and onto the stage. TPK can be seen smirking and now raising a carton of milk in approval of Martin Prince. The fans cheer once more as TPK disappears into the back with Duncan's body.

It is now come to yet another big moment in the match, Xantaxm has risen back up to his feet by now and so has Martin. Both men staring at each other, dazed and confused. Blood flowing down their faces as their hate for each other beginning to bloom. Xantaxm slides into the ring and gets back up to his feet to face Martin. The two now butting heads and snarling at each other, the match still on.

TBC: Xantaxm

[Xantaxm]

The two General Managers stare at each other with rage and enmity, both trying to reach deep inside to finish the last stanza of their embittered battle. Each waits for the other to make the first, or possibly last, move, but the stare-down continues, only heightening the crowd's excitement and anxiety.

Colin: This Is It, Al!

Big Al: Is that a shameless Michael Jackson plug? The guy is as dead as Martin Prince's chances of winning this match. There's no way Martin has anything left.

Colin: Xantaxm has been through a lot too, don't forget. Granted, he has had help from almost the entire GHW roster. One-on-one, I'd bet on Martin 100% of the time. This match is over.

Big Al: If the two of them just stand there, this thing will never end. Hit him Xant!

The authoritative embodiments of both sides of GHW continue to sneer at each other, as each breathes in as much oxygen as he can to give him that last bit of energy. The fans begin a raucous chant that feeds into both combatants.

"Let's Go Martin!...Martin Sucks!...Let's go Martin!...Martin Sucks!...Let's Go Martin!...Martin Sucks!..."

Xantaxm finally makes the first move, shoving Martin with both hands to his chest. Martin stumbles backwards a couple steps, but holds his ground. His angry red face is nearly ready to explode, and he lunges forward to shove Xantaxm in return. Xantaxm gets pushed back almost to the ropes, and now he too, is about to explode in a frenzy. He charges back at Martin Prince to return the favor once again, but this time Martin anticipates the obvious retaliation and dodges it by sliding to his right, and extending his legs out to apply a drop-toe hold. Xantaxm face-plants right into the mat, not knowing what hit him. Martin quickly gets to a vertical base and grabs Xantaxm's left leg and twists it with his right leg. Martin then falls back, hyper-extending Xantaxm's knee. He stands again, dropping to the floor for a second time while Xantaxm grunts in pain.

Colin: Martin is smartly working his left leg and cutting him down to size, if you will.

Xantaxm desperately tries to reach toward the ropes to get some leverage, but Martin grabs his left ankle and twists it into an ankle lock. The force of the move pulls Xantaxm farther from his safety net, and he yells louder, still trying to reach for some respite. Martin twists Xantaxm's ankle even harder, causing more sweat and blood to drip from his face. Xantaxm holds himself up by his forearms, but his fatigue is starting to become his biggest enemy. He lowers his face into the mat, yelling expletives the entire time. Martin too is becoming exhausted, but holds on as best as he can to his wriggling opponent. The leather of Xantaxm's boot begins to slip from Martin's oily hands, and he tries to re-grip to get the submission victory. The referee hovers around Xantaxm, watching for a tap-out and asking for an admission of defeat. Neither sign is given back from Xantaxm, as he clings on to any hope of surviving this move.

Colin: Give up already, Xantaxm! Quit!!

Big Al: If there's anything to know about Xantaxm, it's that he won't quit. Hang on there, boss! Martin can't hold his grip much longer!

Seeing that he's done a lot of damage and remains in control of the match, Martin lifts his ankle lock in the air and slams Xantaxm's knee into the canvas after letting go. Xantaxm curls up in the fetal position, holding his knee and groaning out loud. Martin does not relent in his envious position and walks over to his opponent to lift him up by his hair. Xantaxm reluctantly obeys and stands to his feet. Martin then uppercuts him with a stiff right, causing Xantaxm to spit what looks like a tooth over the ropes. Martin then turns his back to Xantaxm, grabbing him from the back of the neck and then falling to his knees to flip him over himself. Xantaxm now lies prone on his back in the center of the ring. Martin seizes the moment to run to the ropes and get momentum to drop a humongous leg onto Xantaxm's upper chest. Martin stands after the move, looking down on his nemesis with a grin.

Colin: A huge leg drop! Pin him, Martin and end this tyranny!

Big Al: Do something, Xant. You can't let Martin....

Martin cuts off Big Al's commentary by dropping a knee into the face of Xantaxm, furthering the blood spatter and pain. Xantaxm tries to roll away from his attacker, but Martin persists on his tormentor and stops him from getting away. He grabs a tuft of Xantaxm's hair once again and brings him to his feet. Xantaxm finally makes an offensive move to buy himself some time as he pokes Martin in the eye. Martin grabs for his face as Xantaxm leans into the ropes to rest.

Colin: That's a damn cheap shot! Call for the bell, ref. This match should be over right there.

Big Al: What are you talking about Colin? It's okay for Martin to bring Cobrita, The Proeliator and Metal Dragon out here to break the rules, but Xantaxm isn't allowed to punch to Martin's face?

Colin: That wasn't a punch and you damn well know it! That was a cheap eye-poke.

Big Al: You need to get your eyes poked, you blind idiot!

Xantaxm looks at his foe who is inspecting his eye with his back turned to him. Seeing possibly his only chance to keep the match in his grasps, Xantaxm musters up the will to slowly run toward Martin and grab him by the back of the head and slam him into the mat, performing a bulldog. Xantaxm gets back to his feet and stands over Martin. He kicks his opponent like a piece of trash and then spits on him. Martin rolls over on his back, still rubbing his eye from the previous cheap shot. His other arms grasps his ribs where Xantaxm just planted his boot. Xantaxm smugly puts his foot on top Martin, indicating that he controls him. The ref counts....

One!...

Two!...

Martin lifts his shoulder before a three can be heard. Xantaxm stomps on Martin's chest angrily. Xantaxm then laboriously moves away from his adversary, contemplating what to do next to finish him off. Not knowing a very vast amount of wrestling moves, the X-Force leader looks a bit confused. He looks back at Martin, who is attempting to recover, and then looks over at the closest turnbuckle. Immediately, a crazy idea jumps into his twisted mind. Not wasting any time, Xantaxm heads toward the corner, and exits through the ropes. He pauses, looking out into the crowd at the disapproving fans, and then begins climbing the turnbuckle. One rope at a time, he cautiously makes it to the top. His hands are shaking unsteadily on the ropes as he crouches at the top of the turnbuckle. Martin espies what Xantaxm is doing, and having much more wrestling experience and cardio endurance, he plans his next reaction to himself. Xantaxm uncomfortably steadies himself, still lining up his body to make his jump a successful one. He himself is still unsure if he's going to drop an elbow, a diving headbutt, or even belly flop on his enemy. It really doesn't end up mattering, however, as his indecisiveness costs him the match-changing climax. Martin quickly gets to his feet and charges Xantaxm. The X-Force founder stares stupidly, like a deer in the headlights. Frozen on his perch, Xantaxm is lifted into the air by Martin and thrown from the top rope onto his back to the center of the ring. Martin then takes a page from Xantaxm's book and climbs to the top rope, only this time he does it from inside the ring with his back to Xantaxm. Not wasting any time aligning himself, Martin confidently flies through the air, landing a perfect slow-motion moonsault on his rival. The impact of the move knocks the air out of Xantaxm, who doesn't know what just hit him. Martin lifts Xantaxm's right leg for the pin, and locks Xantaxm's left leg with his right leg. The referee slides to the mat to make the call, along with the other 20,000 fans in attendance.

ONE!....

Everyone in the stadium rises to their feet in anticipation and excitement.

TWO!....

The echo from the proud spectators resounds to all corners of the facility.

TH....

REE!!!

The arena erupts to an ear-shattering applause. Martin Prince stands from his unbelievable and unexpected feat. The referee grabs his arm and raises it to the air, while Charlie quickly gets on the mic to make the announcement.

"And your winner via pinfall, The One and Only, Martin Prince!!"

"Kill the King" by Megadeth begins to play in the background as the fans cheer on to a proud and well-deserved, Martin Prince. Xantaxm, meanwhile, rolls out of the ring to avoid any more embarrassment.

Colin: Justice has been served!! Goodbye Xantaxm!!

Big Al: I don't like one bit of this. This match should be considered a draw after all that unnecessary interference and cheap shots.

Colin: Keep crying, Al. Your poor excuses won't get you anything now. You're nothing more than...wait, why the heck is Xantaxm crawling over this way?

Big Al leaves the commentary booth to assist Xantaxm. Martin and the rest of the fans are oblivious to what is going on as they continue to celebrate. Confetti begins to drop as Martin stands on the top rope waiving to his loyal legion. Big Al helps Xantaxm get to his feet near the announcer's table and Xantaxm whispers something to him. Big Al quickly goes over to Charlie Coors and rips the microphone from his hands and gives it to his boss.

"Sh....shut...up. Shut up, you idiots!"

Martin's music almost drowns Xantaxm out completely, but those fans nearby and Martin himself, notice the interruption by the fallen competitor.

"I said....SHUT UP! Shut the music!"

This time the music shuts down and Martin gets down from the top rope to face Xantaxm. Most of the fans hold their applause at the sudden development, but others are still unaware of the problem and continue cheering.

"This match...this match...isn't over."

Xantaxm still tries to catch his breath after being schooled by Martin in their match. Martin looks on in disbelief, not understanding what Xantaxm is talking about.

"You heard...me. This match is not over!"

The fans are now aware of Xantaxm's empty plea to try to get the match restarted, and they reply in a chant of their own.

"Na, na, na, na....na, na, na, na....hey, hey, hey, Goodbye!!!....na, na, na, na....na, na, na, na....hey, hey, hey, goodbye!!...."

"Shut the hell up! Shut up! This isn't over you stupid 5th graders!"

Martin Prince, concerned now, waives his arms out and yells at Xantaxm, "What are you talking about now, you loser?"

"Everyone knows that a wrestling match can only begin if there's a bell. That's right, there was no damn bell! I didn't hear it, you didn't hear it, and all these white-trash scum didn't hear it."

Xantaxm grabs the hammer and hits the bell five times.

"The match is now on!"

The fans boo loudly and Martin shakes his head. His hands are on his hips as he paces around the ring thinking about what to do next to destroy Xantaxm. After a second or two, he points to Xantaxm and motions for him to get back in the ring. Xantaxm slowly grins.

"Not so fast, princess. If you happened to see the announcement about the Class of 2009 in the Hall of Fame earlier, and not stopped at the mention of your own pathetic name, you would have realized that there was one spot left unknown. Well, it won't be anymore, because I have one final visitor who is not only going to rock you and these mentally challenged fans, but also the rest of the wrestling world. I give to you, the final member of the Class of 2009, and the man who is going to put you down for good.....my friend..."

Xantaxm drops the microphone and motions for Charlie to get out of his seat. Charlie scrams as Xantaxm plops down to rest in his spot. The shocked and perplexed fans turn to the stage area to see the arrival of the next Superstar. Martin turns as well, standing in suspense at Xantaxm's latest ploy.

Colin: Gimme a break here, this match is over and Xantaxm is trying anything to keep his hopes alive. Who cares if there was no bell? Martin won this match fair and square!

Big Al: You can't have a match without a bell. That's basic wrestling 101. I can't wait to see the last Hall of Famer, and I can't wait to see him kick Martin's ass!! Let's bring it on!!

TBC by the Final Member of the GHW Hall of Fame Class of 2009

[omega]

The lights dim as "Venus Blue" by Acid Bath, the slow and chilling tune running a shiver through the spine of Martin Prince at the promise of the Man of Golden Words.

Colin: METAL DRAGON!? There's no way! This CAN'T be true!!

Al: Alright! It sounds like that hillbilly has finally come around to his senses. He had to realize someday that there was no hope of actually outsmarting Xantaxm.

The audience rises to their feet, each jockeying for position to see the entrance ramp as a figure begins to emerge. Inside the ring, Martin Prince watches alongside them with shock and disgust.

What comes out from the back is, however, not the legend from Tennessee they expect. Instead, a costumed man in a dragon suit that has been spray painted a dull gray to simulate the color of metal. Murmurs stir through the crowd in confusion as the mascot bounces his way down the aisle. Martin Prince slouches into the corner, laughter taking him over, while Xantaxm maintains his sly grin.

Al: Aw, come on! What the hell is this? Xant can't let Martin off this easily!

Colin: I'd say, from the looks of it, that this bad joke is finally on Xant.

With the surprise opponent now standing before him, the One and Only requests a microphone. Handed one shortly, Martin turns and rests his forearms across the top rope, looking out to Xantaxm as he shakes his head.

"Xantaxm.... Really? This is it? After everything you've thrown at me, THIS is the best you can come up with?"

As Prince enjoys a laugh at the boss's expense, 'Metal Dragon' takes hold of the over-sized zipper on the front of his costume and begins to unzip it.

Colin: Wait a moment... what's going on?

"I knew you were running out of tricks, but I honestly never thought you'd get that desperate.."

Peeling the suit off and dropping it to the canvas, the mystery foe reveals a long black trenchcoat and wrestling boots, the realization dawning over the audience that he's not simply a mascot.

"I couldn't be more happy to see it though, Xant. I'm going to go ahead and beat up your little joke here and then nothing is going to stand between me and finally setting the score right. Do you hear me, Xant? It's time for this thing to end!"

Xantaxm smiles and raises his own microphone, finally responding to his opponent.

"I couldn't agree more."

The cartoonish dragon drops to the canvas behind the TNT GM, revealing the piercing and sinister gaze of a man whose presence hasn't graced the GHW ring for 17 months now. The legendary Titan tilts his head side to side, the vertebrae in his neck popping as he readies himself.

Colin: OH MY GOD!!! VLADIMIR STRIFE!! IT'S VLADIMIR STRIFE!

Overhearing the Fuzz's words, Martin's face goes pale as his heart begins to race. The GodKing cocks his fist back as the One and Only spins around to face him, the situation having turned quickly into a worst-case scenario for Zantazm's long time friend and avenger. The original King Of The Deathmatch cracks his knuckles across Prince's teeth as they face, causing his already battle weary legs to go limp beneath him. As he crashes to the mat from the Lights Out, the packed crowd rises again with a chant of "ZANTAZM! ZANTAZM!", serving as a reminder of what he's fighting for. Before the Georgian can take in the calls and prepare himself, the fingers of the Romanian Scourge wrap around his wrists and tug forcefully, beckoning him to his feet.

Colin: This is simply unbelievable! Xantaxm has turned to the Judas of GHW for help!

Al: Hey! Don't you talk bad about Mr. Strife - that man is a hero!

"A hero? How can you call that man a hero after he turned his back on this company!?"

"If it wasn't for him, these fans would be listening to a cowboy and a queer right now!"

The groggy GM soon finds the tip of a steel-toed boot wedged into his gut, doubling him over in pain. The King hooks his right arm around Martin's left, following with the other arm prior to pulling them over his back like the wings of a chicken. With the famed finisher known as the Skesis Driver set to demolish the outnumbered and beaten down Prince, the boos pour out voraciously. Vladimir's prey begins to come back to the world of the conscious, struggling now and fighting for every inch of ground he can make towards the nylon ropes. Just short of them, a swift knee plants across his cheek, quelling his resistance for the time being. Before he can be sent head over heels, however, a surge of strength rises in the One and Only and he straightens himself, propelling the Behemoth overhead. Strife clears the top rope and spills over, tumbling to the padding below with a forceful thud.

Colin: Yes! Martin is still in this thing!

Al: Oh, don't get all hopeful on me now! A little fall like that isn't going to keep Vladimir Strife down and even if Martin Prince SOMEHOW takes him out, he still has to take out Xantaxm too, who is as fresh as a spring rain in this match compared to Martin! Give it up already. He came, he tried, but he can't be Xantaxm. He's been outsmarted, plain and simple!

"Outsmarted nothing - he's been outtricked, bamboozled, cheated!"

"Wah, wah, wah. There's the problem with idiots like you and Martin - You think that the strongest or the fastest or the most skilled person always wins. The truth is though nothing is more important than brains. Time and time again, intelligence wins matches. And what do you mean cheated? Xantaxm hasn't cheated a damned bit!"

"Oh, of course not! He just makes the rules whatever he damned well pleases, so he can't cheat, right? It's such a crock.."

"He does make the rules and thus, no, he can't cheat. Complain about it all you want, Colin, but Martin should have thought about that before he messed with Xantaxm!"

Thinking quickly before the advantage slips away from him, Martin rushes across the ring, turning and throwing his weight across the ropes. Bouncing back from the cables, the head of TNT comes sprinting across the length of the ring before ducking as he leaps forward. He shoots like a dart just under the middle rope and buries his shoulder into the sternum of the arising Behemoth. The duo fall back into the guardrail, pushing it a foot closer to the front row of the crowd.

With each man trying to muster the strength to mount an offense against the other, the King of Sabotage steps into the fray, standing over them as they begin to stir. The One and Only rolls onto his back, looking up towards the ceiling to find the most heated rival blocking out the lights from his view. Xantaxm places his boot across the windpipe of Martin and begins to press down with it, cutting off the flow of oxygen from his body as his face starts to turn dark red. The interference to the interference gives Vladimir time to recover, the Messiah of the Asylum clawing at the barricade and using it for stability and support to make his way back up. With his secret weapon back in the proverbial driver's seat, Xantaxm lets Martin go, Strife lurching down and taking control back over as he picks the downtrodden underdog back up and leads him into the squared circle. The Impaler takes his time climbing in after him, the opening allowing the GM to get back up to his own standing.

"Vlad is wasting time here and I think if he knew Martin well enough, he would realize that this could be a HUGE mistake."

"Are you kidding me? It's obvious that Vlad knows he has nothing to worry about. Martin is in no shape to fight anyone right now, let alone the man who, even despite leaving almost a year and a half ago, still holds the honors of having the longest title reign in GHW history! Martin Prince in perfect shape would be no match for the Romanian Scourge OR the King of Sabotage, let alone both of them!"

"And if Xantaxm is so much better than Martin, why does he need Vladimir and Dyna Mike and everyone else to fight his match for him?"

"Colin, you poor fool. Xantaxm DOESN'T need them, Martin Prince simply isn't worth him getting his hands dirty over. If anything, I think this shows what an outstanding man Xant is! I mean, he realizes that one on one, Martin wouldn't stand a chance against him, so he's decided to step out of this one and instead bring in a few other stars to give the One and Only at least a slight chance of walking out of this match with some dignity."

Finally getting the opportunity to rest and focus on what he needs to do, Martin leans against the turnbuckles in the corner of the ring. He watches the every movement of the intimidating Hardcore King, his brain working feverishly to register the weight of what is going on. The Titan before him had long been a legend, regarded as an unstoppable evil. It was a nightmare come true. Forcing himself to stand up straight in defiance of Vladimir's dominance, aches throb from Prince's entire body, testaments to the long battle he'd endured thus far. There was, possibly, nothing in the realm of their industry that could be more impossible than the odds he faced tonight. Every pain and all of the soreness of his body screamed to the One and Only that the was no way he could win this fight. Yet, as the call rose once more, Martin knew he had to.

"ZANTAZM! ZANTAZM! ZANTAZM!"

With Strife closing in on him, Prince shoots out with a kick to the inner thigh of the Behemoth, stalling his plans. Another kick sends him back a step and Martin, seizing opportunity, steps in with a clenched fist and rocks the jaw of the King with it. Turning the tables around, Martin ducks down and presses his skull against the chin of his foe. Grabbing onto Vladimir's head, he drops down to his knees, the momentum slamming the hardened crown of his cranium into the bottom of the Titan's. Vlad steps away from the impact with hands clutching at the agony, looking to get away from the fray long enough to recoup. Following right after him, Martin gives chase and quickly catches onto the King, who is too preoccupied with his misery to hurry. He plants both feet firm against the canvas and bends his knees, pressing back off of it and taking to the air gracefully. The Georgian leans back and flattens his body, slapping the soles of his boots into the shoulder blades of the Romanian Scourge and thrusting him into the corner face first.

"And now we see the mistake Vlad made in underestimating Martin Prince. This is exactly what I've been saying all along!"

"Really? Because all I've heard from you tonight is 'LEAVE MARTIN ALOOONE!'"

Mulligan does his best Chris Crocker impersonation as the Fuzz shoots him a death glare.

Meanwhile, inside the ring, the King turns around in the corner and finds himself trapped, a hard right shooting out and catching him across the temple. The tables have finally turned and Martin begins to make the most of it, following the punch with a stomp to the bully's stomach. The crowd starts cheering him on, shouting words of encouragement from "STOMP HIM DRY!" and "TEAR HIM APART!" to the less-than-family friendly calls. With the Titan lifting his leg to defend himself, Prince sends a blow of his forearm down across the chest of the Behemoth, the shot causing Vlad to drop his guard. The One and Only rewards the gesture with a lifted knee into the gut, nearly taking him off of his feet. Another hit to the mouth following it shows that the assault is far from relenting and the audience fuels it on.

Out of the corner of his eye, Martin spots Xantaxm climbing onto the apron to tilt the odds once again. He forgets the enemy in front of him just long enough to send the Sabotage Master back with a jab of his elbow into the bridge of his nose. Xant drops to his feet at ringside and favors his nose. The smile that spreads across Prince's mouth quickly disappears however as Strife makes his way out of the corner. He slides a foot in front of Martin's before swinging his other leg with his body to clash with the back of the One and Only's knee. The GM falls into the corner, slamming his face against the middle turnbuckle before rolling over, his eyes glazing over. Vlad wastes no time in rising back to his feet, sprinting away to the opposing corner of the ring. Reaching it, he turns around stares down the seated target.

The two-time Charging Glory champion comes bustling back and sticks a foot forward with a mighty step into the solar plexus of Martin. He grabs onto the top rope as he does so, holding as he pushes off and up. The Hardcore King finds himself horizontal with the rope he clings to before he tucks his knees up and releases his grip. Falling fastly, Vladimir slams with all 234 lbs of his weight behind the points of his kneecaps as they blast into the pectorals of the One and Only, relieving his lungs from the wind inside of them. Strife rolls back and Prince slouches over onto his side, arms crossed in a 'x' over his chest.

"HEART STARTER!! Call it a night, this thing is over!"

"Somebody get the hell out here! Where is Metal Dragon, where is the rest of the roster? Somebody has to stop this madness!"

"I'll tell you where they are - they are in the back, finally realizing the price you pay when you mess with the King of Sabotage!"

Back to a vertical stance now, Vladimir pulls Martin up to both feet before bending him over before him. He tucks the GM's head between his thighs and reaches down to his sides, hooking his arms behind his back and looking around the arena. With a mighty yank, the King turns Prince upside down, aiming his skull for the mat, ready to put him to rest once and for all with the move that has put one man after the other down for the count. Before he can drop to his bottom and complete the finisher, a voice stops him in his tracks.

"Wait! Wait, wait, wait! No... put him down. I'm going to finish this one myself."

Vladimir nods in compliance and lets go of Martin, tossing him down onto his front side with a booming thud. As Xantaxm climbs back into the ring, the King takes his exit, dropping down and rolling out. Strife makes his way up the ramp, disappearing into the back and leaving the match all but over as the Sabotage Master hovers over his opponent, ready to put him to an end once and for all.

[Metal Dragon]

*CRACK*

Only a few people near the entrance curtain hear a loud noise coming from backstage. Vladimir Strife stumbles back through the curtain in a daze before falling into a sitting position. The GodKing turns around and walks back in the general direction of the squared circle, grabbing the attention of Xantaxm.

"What in the hell is he doing..."

The lights then dim for a moment as flashbulbs illuminate the silhouette of GHW's Saboteur, who still stands over Prince.

"What's going on?"

"Could be anything; this match has been less predictable than a mime on meth."

The opening riff of "Venus Blue" by Acid Bath begins playing again. Simultaneously, the crowd stands and begins roaring while Xantaxm stands in disbelief. Blue spotlights focus on the curtain and begin flashing as a figure steps out with a kendo stick in one hand and a near-empty bottle of Heineken in the other. The spectators grow louder as the lights turn to plain white, revealing the man who stands under them.

"THERE HE IS! METAL DRAGON! THANK GOD HE'S HERE!"

"GET HIM OUT OF HERE! You want to call Vladimir Strife a Judas, yet you love the presence of a man who has abandoned this company countless times?"

"Well, he's here when we need him the most!"

Strife gets up and the only two men to hold the Charging Glory and KOTDM Titles at the same time lock eyes. Vlad approaches the Tennessean again only to receive a cane shot to the scalp, which is quickly followed by a smash as the Heineken bottle collides with The Behemoth's head immediately afterward. Green glass flies from the point of impact while VTS hits the steel ramp and sprawls out. Dragon looks down at the man he just dropped for a few moments before his gaze turns to Xantaxm.

"Get him! Get that son of a bitch and save GHW!"

"SAVE GHW? If he helps Martin Prince win this match, he'll just be stabbing GHW in the back again!"

MD begins his beeline to the ring, not relenting the cold stare he delivers to Xant. The Man of Golden Words drops the kendo stick to the floor and kicks it under the ring before climbing onto the apron and stepping in.

"Here we go..."

Xantaxm promptly approaches and begins delivering punches to Metal Dragon's face, making the former TNT GM flinch but barely fazing him. The rapid series of punches is broken when Dragon blocks one, throwing the arm to the side and immediately thrusting his head forward. The two brilliant minds clack together for a split-second, sending Xant to the canvas courtesy of a headbutt. The Sabotage Master gets up and gathers himself after the effective and surprising blow, then throws his arm to the side and anticipates his clothesline to contact with MD. The Hall of Fame snub ducks the limb of the self-inductee and slides behind him, quickly wrapping his arms around the Saboteur's waist and throwing himself back. The German Suplex makes Xantaxm's head and shoulders slam onto the mat. Dragon keeps the waistlock applied and rolls over, then lets go, leaving Xant on his stomach. Dragon steps through the ropes and walks along the apron to the corner, then begins climbing. The Southern S.O.B. reaches the top quickly and wastes little time in leaping from his perch, bending his knees in midair to let them crash down onto the back of Xant's head.

"THE BAD TOUCH! I told you he'd save us! Xantaxm has to be out cold!"

"No, he's helped ruin GHW yet again! Who would you rather have running this company? Oh wait, you want Prince to because you're a half-wit."

Amidst the crowd's cheering, MD rolls out of the ring and onto the floor. Leaving the Singapore cane where it lies, Dragon walks up the ramp to confront the recovered Vladimir Strife. The Metallic One strikes first, landing a jab on the Romanian GodKing's cheek. Vlad returns the favor, and the two begin a duel of punches in the middle of the ramp.

Martin Prince gets to one knee and looks at his fallen aggressor, then begins crawling toward Xantaxm. The opponent of not just the general manager, but GHW as a whole, is grabbed and pulled away from the ropes. Martin gets to his feet and flips The Saboteur over, then drops to his knees and falls across him before hooking a leg. The referee slides into position and begins to count:

1...

2...

Xantaxm kicks out to the dismay of the fans. By now, the battle in the aisle between two GHW legends and EVPW originals has MD leading Vlad up the ramp by the hair. Dragon looks at the side of the entranceway, part of a massive structure specially designed for tonight's pay-per-view, and plants one hand into it. Strife's head is pulled back and thrusted toward the steel of the massive set, but VTS catches himself on it before throwing an elbow into Dragon's sternum. Vlad turns around and begins throwing elbows into the facial features of the Man of Golden Words, the strikes putting the Nashvillian on a trajectory straight to the drop off of the stage. The back of MD's mind realizes this just as he is only a few steps away from falling, and so EVPW's first Dragon's Rage Champion plants his feet while Strife backs up. The Impaler charges and throws a leg up to attempt a Yakuza Kick, but MD sidesteps and slips behind Vlad. The Behemoth keeps his balance as Dragon turns his back to him and runs forward a few steps, then stops and turns around. Vladimir spins himself around just as Metal Dragon begins charging, and 2008 Hardcore Games winner lowers his shoulder, driving it into the man that won that inhuman tournament in 2007. Strife is bent in half as the momentum of the Copenhagen Connoisseur takes both Fighty fighty persons off of the stage and on a downward course.

*CRASH*

"DRAGONFIRE OFF THE STAGE!!!"

"HOLY SH*T!"

Metal Dragon and Vladimir Strife lie side-by-side in the wreckage of a table below, both knocked out of commission by the suicidal action of the middleweight. Martin Prince and Xantaxm have now both gotten to their feet and face off amidst the roars of the amazed crowd.

TBC Prince or Xant

[Martin Prince//Winthorp D.]

The whole atmosphere is riddled with that of the calmness before a storm. The two bloodstained Management figures stand before each other, their wounds leaking an almost unbelievable amount of blood as well as their bodies being taken to the utmost limit. The two men stare at each other with an expression of hate and resentment for each other. The crowd begin rallying up for either side, chanting both individual's names, the Martin Prince fans getting more of an edge over the Xantaxm fanatics as the tension builds between the two, Metal Dragon and Vladimir T. Strife both remain unconscious.

The first strike is delivered by Xantaxm in the form of a stiff right punch to the jaw of The One and Only, Martin takes the blow fully while stumbling back a few paces. Prince stiffens up and takes a step forward for himself, cocking back his left arm and driving his clenched fist into the cheek of The X-Force Leader. Xant stumbles back but immediately throws out yet another fist strike, a strike that hits Prince squarely on the wound of his forehead. A splatter of blood spills onto the canvas as Martin stumbles back greatly and hits the ropes. The crowd remain silent as the battle is reaching it's climax.

The Dictator of the X-Force steps forward towards his bloodied adversary and cocks back his arm for a finishing blow, but the ever-so-ready General Manager of TNT manages to duck the strike in time. Martin turns around as quickly as he can and drives a quick elbow into the side of Xantaxm's face. Xant fumbles forward and catches the ropes with his chest, Martin approaching from behind and grabbing him by the waist, rolling back and pinning Xant to the canvas. The referee slides in to make the count;

"One!"

"Two!"

"Thr-"

Much to the dismay of the crowd again, Xantaxm is able to raise the pinfall breaking shoulder. Martin jumps to his feet in disbelief as his effort is once again in vain. Martin makes for the turnbuckle corner but slips on a burger wrapper that was thrown in the ring by a crowd member during The Bulldogs' appearance in the ring earlier in the match. Prince is able to break his fall with the use of the padded turnbuckle and turns back to face his now-risen enemy. Xantaxm wipes away a line of blood from his face and staggers towards his opponent, Martin doing the same.

~ Colin Jennings
"These two are utterly possessed by a different force now. After taking a horrendous beating throughout the entire match, both men are still able to stand and even approach each other in a way after gushing out buckets of blood."

~ "Big" Al Mulligan
"This match has more blood in it than a HBK/HHH match."

Both men step forward in a state of extreme rage, both of their right arms cocked back and ready to strike. The two men launch their punches at each other and the crowd is brought to a complete silence. The two fists connect with their targets and the two enemies are sent to the canvas, blood staining the ring even more as the two men begin to twitch on the ground.

Both men remain motionless like their allies up near the stage, the referee approaches the two men and begins checking up on their conditions. The crowd begins a chant that is accompanied by a stomp and clap combination, yet the two men still fail to respond to the calls from their fans. The referee has no choice but to keep his back up straight and raise his hands to make the call.

"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
"Four!"
"Five!"

Martin begins to respond, but rather slowly. Xantaxm also begins to stir, although slower than Martin albeit being the less injured person in the match-up. The referee continues his count to maintain the order in the match, the crowd still following the count as it goes.

"Six!"
"Seven!"
"Eight!"

The two men are crawling towards the ropes now, both men struggling to move after losing an abundant amount of blood in the match. Martin makes the first swipe and latches onto the bottom rope, Xantaxm taking a hold of the middle rope. The two men begin pulling themselves back up to their feet and the referee's count is brought to an end as both men are able to continue on with the match. Martin reaches his feet first and leans on the top rope, making an attempt to recuperate some lost energy as Xantaxm is still the one to be climbing back up to his feet. The Owner of GHW finally stands and turns around, fatigue set strongly in his body as he staggers to the left and is rendered unstable on his feet. Martin takes a step forward, then taking another one as he makes an attempt to reach Xantaxm. The One and Only loses balance somewhat during the middle of his walk towards his sworn enemy and falls to a knee, the fans begin to rally up a chant to put some adrenaline back into the GM of TNT's system. "Let's go Martin!" the chant goes, being followed up by claps and stomps. Martin listens into the chants and closes his eyes, the ring and the entire Madison Square Garden disappearing from his mindset. An eerie feeling of calmness begins to set in Prince's body, a feeling of serenity and peace. Martin opens his eyes and feels strangely renewed by the calls of the crowd, pushing himself back up to his feet quickly and slowly shuffling towards Xantaxm with a look of determination on his face.

~ Colin Jennings
"The call of the crowd being the rejuvinating potion for Martin Prince as he continues to make his way towards Xantaxm. Blood leaving his system and his body taken BEYOND it's limits. This, is what you call a Pay-Per-View Match."

~ Big Al
"I'll admit it then, this guy has balls. Balls to be able to get back on his feet after taking so much shit from everyone, but he's still no match for Xantaxm, who is merely biding his time and saving his energy."

Xantaxm now makes his mark, launching himself from the ropes rather quickly with his arm stretched out. Martin is lucky enough to anticipate the strike and duck under the clothesline once more. The GM of TNT turns around immediately and grabs Xantaxm by the shoulder, turning him around and driving a knee into his abdominal region. Xantaxm bends forward in pain as he keeps his hands pressed against his struck area, Martin raising a knee up against his opponent's head and looking around at the 20,000 attendants in the arena. The fans begin to cheer and shout and let their camera flashes go off as Martin raises an arm in the air and screams "THE CRIMSON!" at the top of his lungs, jumping up into the air. Time begins to shift and the action appears to have slowed down to everyone, the crowd gasps as Martin is experiencing air-time, holding Xantaxm's head against his knee for The Cliffhanger. Like a time dimensional shift, it all speeds up, Martin hits the canvas as well as driving his knee into Xant's forehead. Xantaxm finds himself hanging in the air for seconds before hitting the canvas right after The One and Only. The fans begin stomping their feet three times and chanting "This is it!" in unison, while Martin slowly begins to crawl towards his now fallen opponent. The Prince stretches out his arm and allows it to drop, landing on Xantaxm's chest which allows the referee to slide into position to make the count;

"One!"
The referee's hand hits the canvas for the first count.

"Two!"
The referee's hand hits the canvas for the second time, anticipation and anxiousness building up in the atmosphere in Madison Square Garden, the final moment only a second away.

"THREE!!!"

The fans erupt in a mighty cheer as the referee's hand slaps the mat for the third and final time, jumping up into the air and waving his hands to call for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

~ Big Al and Colin (Unison)
"He did it!"

"Kill the King" is not the theme song played through the PA System this time, but "The Crimson" by Atreyu. The fans within Madison Square Garden are cheering for Martin as he still lays on the ground with his hand over Xantaxm's chest. The referee helps Prince up to his feet slowly as Charlie Coors gets up from his seat and raises his microphone up to his mouth to make the ending announcement.

~ Charlie Coors
"The winner of this match via pinfall, The General Manager of TNT, Martin Prince!"

Martin has his hand raised by the referee, still unable to comprehend the fact that he won the match finally after all the struggles and interferences. Martin stumbles back and lands on the ropes, his arm still raised as "The Crimson" plays loudly throughout the entire arena. More confetti begins to fall from above and rain down onto the ring with a pyrotechnics display being used to commemorate the moment. A minority of superstars from the back begin heading down to the ring in a pack; Jake Diamond, The Proeliator, Cobrita, Winthorp Darkrites, Kahlan, Blake Valediction and Young Gangsta.

The pack of Prince supporters slide into the ring and assist Martin in his stance. All clapping and applauding the winner of the match, Xantaxm laying on the mat in a state of unconsciousness. The cheering stops as it slowly changes into a round of goodbye chants for The X-Force Leader.

"Na, na, na, na....na, na, na, na....hey, hey, hey, Goodbye!!!....na, na, na, na....na, na, na, na....hey, hey, hey, goodbye!!"

The chant is repeated over and over against as even the superstars in the ring begin to join into the chant, Martin smirking through his blood stained face as he slowly makes his way towards the ropes, his colleagues following him and assisting as he exits the ring. The group then turn around and begin to move towards Xantaxm, dragging him towards the ropes and push him through the bottom rope and out of the ring. In unison, the group bend and lift Xantaxm up into the air, Martin in front as the group follow him up the ramp with Xantaxm in their arms. The chant still goes on as Martin reaches the top, turning to the fans and even conducting the crowd as the supporters carrying Xantaxm up and in through the back. The One and Only looks up at the crowd, his body completely exhausted of all energy. He raises his arm up into the air for one last time before walking through the curtains and into the backstage area. The crowd repeat the chant once more before coming to a complete stop, silence ensuring right after.

~ Colin Jennings
"This has been simply one hell of a match Al. After taking all the beatings and the cheap shots from Xantaxm and his entire X-Force, even Vladimir T. Strife himself, Martin was able to conquer his foe and win the match. This has certainly a match that will go down in history as the biggest match of them all at the biggest Pay-Per-View of the year."

~ Big Al
"Right you are Colin, right you are. I mean, I may not like the results but I respect the wrestling ability in the end. I just hope that this isn't truly the end of Xantaxm, he'll find a way to secure his position as Owner without being outed from GHW, mark my words."

~ Colin Jennings
"For now, let us just enjoy this moment while it lasts and get ready for the Main Event of the night. The GHW Championship is on the line with four major stars gunning for the title."

End of Match. (Hope you guys enjoyed it, cause I did.)