(-(-( JOEY STYLES: And here we finally are. The main event that has been on the cards since before Halloween Massacre. Four men that have almost killed each other in some of the most heated matches that this federation has seen in a long time.

ANNOUNCER: Introducing first, the challenger. Weighing in at 226lbs and hailing from Birmingham, England, The Rick!!

“Everlong” by the Foo Fighters blares through the arena PA system sending the crowd crazy. The challenger steps onto the stage to be met with deafening screams of support.

JOEY STYLES: Well he certainly looks prepared for this match.

ANNOUNCER: Introducing next, hailing from parts unknown and weighing in at 245lbs, Michael Bunda!!

“Numb” by Linkin Park plays as Michael Bunda emerges at the top of the ramp. He makes his way down the ramp and to the ring. Michael Bunda looks around the arena at the fans, seemingly enjoying the moment

ANNOUNCER: And introducing the final challenger, hailing from London England and weighing in at 225lbs, “All That” Lee Ryan!!

The ladies in the audience suddenly start to perk up; their screams getting louder and louder. The entrance ramp explodes into a war zone of fire works as “The Way You Like It” by Adema sounds through the arena’s PA systems. From out of the smoke the former VWF Britannia Heavyweight champion appears, full of life and energy. “All That” Lee Ryan rushes from one side of the stage to the other, basking in the screams and shouts from the crowd; their cries seemingly psyching the champ up even more. Returning to the centre of the stage, Ryan takes two steps down the ramp before stopping dead in his tracks. A cocky grin stretching across his face, “All That” spins to point back at the stage entrance before dropping to his knees. Taking her familiar cue, the ever lovely Cheyenne emerges to the wolf whistles and chants from the males in attendance.

JOEY STYLES: She is absolutely gorgeous.

P. LICKIN: For once I am in complete agreement.

Stepping to Lee Ryan’s side, Cheyenne leans over and places a single finger under his chin. Slowly raising him to his feet, Cheyenne moves in even closer until there lips are barely a breath apart. As a kiss seems inevitable, the femme fatale suddenly walks away down the ramp, leaving the ladies man and many men in the audience hot under the collar. Looking back over her shoulder, the sexy brunette winks at her man as his cocky grin is replaced by a huge smile. The pair continue their way down the ramp towards the ring and the other waiting challengers. Sat at ringside, “All That” spots a screaming female fan, brandishing a camera while waving a sign reading – MARRY ME ALL THAT!!! Not one to disappoint a fan, Ryan heads in her direction. Taking the camera from the now hysterical admirer and handing it to Cheyenne, “All That” poses for a picture then gives the girl a peck on the cheek, leaving the fan crying with happiness before sliding into the ring.

JOEY STYLES: The ladies really do love Lee Ryan.

P. LICKIN: And I’m starting to think that maybe you do too.

JOEY STYLES: ….

P. LICKIN: Yeah, I thought so.

ANNOUNCER: And their opponent, hailing from the Darkness and weighing in at 275lbs, he is the VWF World Heavyweight Champion, he is Creed!!

Reacting to the announcer’s final words, the arena lights die, plunging the crowd into darkness except for a solitary beam of light descending from the heavens; illuminating an almost sickly green mist rolling off the entrance ramp, seeping ring wards. An eerie static buzzes out of the arena speakers as the lights begin to slowly come back to life; flickering in ever changing shades of green. Jade fire explodes on either side of the stage as Stabbing Westward's “Haunting Me” erupts from the PA system. The crowd are at fever pitch as the leather trench coated figure of Creed steps out through the mist; his eternal companion Raven at his side. Turning slowly he takes in the energy offered to him by the baying audience, his sinister intent hidden behind the confines of his dark glasses. Over his right shoulder the VWF World Heavyweight Championship belt hangs, its gold shining in the spotlight. Slowly but deliberately, the Soul Reaver stalks down the ramp towards the ring and his awaiting opponents. JOEY STYLES: And here comes arguably the most dominant VWF Champion of recent times. Stepping up into the ring, Creed slowly and deliberately removes his glasses and coat, handing them to Raven. Handing the VWF World Heavyweight title to the referee, the match is almost ready to begin. But before it does, the official gives order to Raven and Cheyenne, telling them both to leave ringside. P. LICKIN: What is that fool doing? JOEY STYLES: His job. P. LICKIN: MORON!! All four men stand in the ring, staring each other down. JOEY STYLES: The tension in that ring is almost unbearable. The Rick walks up to “All That” and puts out his hand and “All That” goes to grab it but before he can The Rick jams his thumb into “All That”s throat as the bell sounds. “All That” drops to his knees clutching his throat. The Rick then puts the boots to “All That” knocking him down. The Rick then lifts “All That” up and he then delivers a short arm clothseline knocking “All That” down again. “All That” rolls around in pain as The Rick exits the ring and lifts up the apron. The Rick pulls out a few trash cans and trash can lids, a kendo stick, a 2x4 covered in barbwire, barbwire, wires, two tables, three chairs and a sledge hammer. The Rick then grabs a bottle of beer from a jeering drunk ringside fan as he gets into the ring and begins to it pour it out, much to the dismay of the drunken fan. “All That” is now up on his feet. “All That” runs at The Rick and delivers a running forearm to The Ricks face, smashing the bottle of beer right in to his face and The Rick is down. JOEY STYLES: My God!! He could have blinded The Rick with a shot like that. P. LICKIN: At least he wouldn’t have to look at that punk Ryan again. While this is happening Creed comes rushing forward and blindsides Bunda with a clothesline before grabbing Bunda and slamming his head into the turnbuckle. The bell sounds as Creed gets Bunda up and tries body slamming him to the outside, but can’t quite manage it as Bunda slams an elbow into the head of Creed. Bunda then manages to whip the VWF Champion onto the ring apron before turning around and heading over to “All That! “All That” laughs as he walks to the other end of the ring and climbs to the top rope and signals for a 450 splash. “All That” jumps off the top rope and delivers that 450 splash! The fans cheer wildly. “All That” gets up a little sore from the splash and grabs a trash can lid as he mounts The Rick. “All That” then begins to smash the trash can lid into The Ricks head. The Rick, slightly dazed tries to block the lid shots but can’t. The Rick tries to have some offensive and swings wildly but “All That” blocks the shot with the lid and the fans cheer. “All That” then clambers back to his feet and yells ar The Rick to get up. The Rick slowly starts to get up. “All That” slams the lid down with all his might connecting with The Rick’s head with a sickening smack, knocking him back down.

JOEY STYLES: Did you hear that impact?

P. LICKIN: Had to hurt.

“All That” drops the trash can lid and as he goes to lift The Rick up, The Rick lashes out in desperation with a low blow. “All That” stumbles backwards straight into a hellish chair shot from Bunda.

P. LICKIN: And I bet that did too.

“All That” is busted open. Dropping the chair, Bunda gets “All That” to his feet and whips him hard into the turnbuckle. Bunda then walks over to “All That” and nails him with three right hands before winding up with his left and crushing “All That” right between the eyes, causing the already busted gash to spew blood all over the first few people in the front row. Bunda lets out a slight chuckle before picking “All That” up and hitting a hard powerslam. Bunda goes for cover, 1…2…Creed breaks up the count. Creed stomps down on Bunda before grabbing him by the leg and dragging him to the edge of the ring before stomping him out and to the outside of the floor. Creed then exits the ring, picks Bunda up and attempts to whip him into the steel steps but Bunda somehow reverses it and sends Creed shoulder first into the steps sending them everywhere. Dazed and shaken, Bunda gets in the face of Creed and starts driving heavy fists into the head of Creed before stepping away and looking under the ring for a weapon. Bunda finds a steel chair and gets ready to wield it on Creed but Creed moves in time causing Bunda to nail the guardrail instead. Creed then connects with a forearm to the back of the neck before setting him up and piledriving Bunda onto the steel steps.

JOEY STYLES: Good grief, I think Creed might have just killed Michael Bunda!!

Back to his feet, The Rick picks up “All That” and delivers a side walk slam. He then grabs “All That” and lifts him up and tosses him in to the ropes. As “All That” comes rebounding back at The Rick, The Rick delivers a canvas shaking powerslam to “All That” onto the chair dropped by Bunda. The Rick goes over to the tables, picking two up and stacking them up on top of each other. The Rick picks up “All That” and sits him on the top turnbuckle. The Rick then follows him up. The Rick lifts “All That” up and somehow manages to deliver a superplex from the top turn buckle driving the ladies man through the tables. The fans go wild as a chant of “HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!” begins to echo throughout the arena.

JOEY STYLES: These four are willing to do anything to walk away with the gold.

P. LICKIN: Yeah but is The Rick smart enough to do it? I mean the table match isn’t until after the hardcore match.

“All That” holds his back in pain as The Rick pulls him back to his feet, whipping him hard into the ropes once again. This time, “All That” uses the momentum to bail out of the ring as he goes flying to the outside, landing hard Creed. He starts to get back to his feet by the edge of the ring and recuperate. The Rick looks at him in frustration, and climbs to the outside. He stalks over to the stooped over “All That” and grabs him by the back of the neck with both hands, pulling him up. Unfortunately, The Rick didn’t notice that “All That” had found a fire extinguisher under the ring, and sprays him in the face with it. The Rick stumbles back blinded, and “All That” takes advantage and nails The Rick square in the head with the fire extinguisher. The Rick stumbles back into the crowd barricade. “All That” presses the advantage, and nails The Rick in the stomach with the fire extinguisher, doubling him over in pain. “All That” then brings the extinguisher down on his back with both hands. The Rick hits the ground, barely moving. “All That” starts to stomp on The Rick, focusing on his lower back, before pulling him back to his feet and hitting a release german suplex on the outside. The Rick lands in a heap a several feet away. “All That” goes for the pin, 1…2…Creed break the count!!

P. LICKIN: Why’d he break the count? He does know this is a three stage match doesn’t he?

Creed pulls “All That” to his feet, grabbing him by the hair, and ramming him face first into the ring post. “All That” is busted open and bleeding profusely. Creed drags him over to the Swahili announce table. “All That” seems to be coming around when Creed smashes his face into the table, and then grabs a monitor and breaks it over his head. “All That” is out on his feet as Creed sets him up on the table and quickly climbs up the closest turnbuckle.

JOEY STYLES: No, don’t do it!!

P. LICKIN: Yeah, do it!!

Without hesitation Creed launches off the turnbuckle and hits an elbow drop on “All That”. Both men go crashing through the Swahili table, the fans go wild as the chant of “HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!” reignites throughout the arena. Both men are down in the shards of the table, not moving. Creed manages to drape an arm over “All That”. The ref counts 1…2….Bunda breaks the count!! Bunda hauls Creed to his feet. Bunda then whips him hard into the steel ring steps, sending them crashing into the ring barrier, along with Creed. Bunda then throws Creed into the ring, and gets a table from under the ring and slides it in, along with a gasoline container, Bunda slides in the ring. Bunda sets up the table and pours gasoline all over the table and pulls out a zippo and sets it ablaze!!!

JOEY STYLES: Oh dear God no, someone is gonna be going home in a body bag!!

P. LICKIN: You don’t go home in a body bag idiot, you go to the morgue.

Bunda picks up Creed, boots him in the gut and sets up the VWF Champion for a powerbomb. Bunda lifts Creed high into the air but the Champion refuses to go down without a fight. Creed begins to hammer down on Bunda causing the challenger to stumble backwards. Loosing his grip, Bunda inadvertently dumps Creed over the top rope. Creed tumbles to the floor colliding with the recovering Rick. “All That” slowly rolls back into the ring only to get stomped on by Bunda. Bunda picks up “All That” and whips him to the rope catching him on the rebound and driving him to the pat with a powerslam. Clawing his way back to his feet, Bunda clambers over to the corner post and begins to climb to the top. Half way up the fans break out into an “All That!! All That!! All That!!” chant. Feeding off the crowd, “All That” flips back up to his feet. “All That” runs at Bunda and leaps up to the top rope, grabbing hold and springboarding off the ropes. DOUBLE IMPACT!!! THROUGH THE BURNING TABLE!!! The crowd are going ballistic as “All That” claws his way over to Bunda and drapes his arm over him, 1…2…3!! MICHAEL BUNDA IS ELIMINATED

JOEY STYLES: Michael Bunda has been eliminated!!

The bell rings again signalling the beginning of the second fall. Creed immediately nails The Rick in the gut with a hard right hand. “All That” rushes in and is met with a shot to the head. Creed begins beating on “All That” until The Rick jumps him from behind. Creed twirls around before he leans over and rushes for the ropes to clothesline The Rick. The Rick avoids it, grabs Creed 's head and pulls Creed's neck against the ropes. The Rick gets off Creed and gives him a DDT. “All That” gets up; The Rick walks to him and whips him around. They stare at each other before Creed begins getting up. They kick him, grab his head and connect with a double suplex, planting the big man on the ground.

JOEY STYLES: “All That” and The Rick are double teaming Creed.

P. LICKIN: Who’d have thought those two would have enough sense to do something as smart as that.

The Rick quickly begins to stomp on Creed’s knee and “All That” follows suit. “All That” grab's Creed’s legs and locks on a Boston crab. Creed screams out in pain from the crab, but uses his leg strength to throw “All That” off. As Creed tries to get to his feet, The Rick quickly stomps Creed on the back and locks on a headlock, leaning back as far as he can to put more pressure on his back and neck. Creed again screams out in pain, but this time is able to get to the ropes which forces The Rick to break the hold. As Creed uses the ropes to get back to his feet, “All That” charges at Creed, only to get dumped out of the ring. Creed yells something out at “All That” before turning back into a shot at his knee from The Rick, causing Creed to collapse onto one knee. The Rick grab's Creed’s head, leaps up, and connects with double knee to the face. The Rick makes sure Creed’s foot is on the bottom rope before he leaps up and sits on Creed’s knee. Creed quickly pulls his foot off the ropes and grabs his knee. The Rick looks out to the cheering crowd, who are chanting "RICK!!, RICK!!" at him, before turning to see “All That” drop a leg onto Creed The Rick gets to his feet, and shoves “All That” who answers with a hard right. Meanwhile Creed rolls out of the ring so he can regain his composer. “All That” and The Rick get in a fist fight, with “All That” quickly gaining the upper hand. “All That” then goes and grabs The Rick 's head, drops down to his knees, hooks The Rick 's leg, then fireman carries The Rick down to the mat. “All That” gets back to his feet and outstretches his arms to the side before running and bouncing off the ropes. “All That” then leaps up for an elbow drop, but The Rick moves at the last second, causing “All That” to hit nothing but the mat instead. “All That” sits there briefly as The Rick gets back to his feet, bounces off the ropes, and kicks “All That” in the chest. On the outside, Creed pulls a table out from under the ring and slides it into the ring. The Rick picks up “All That” and backs him up into the ropes and goes to whip him across the ring, but when “All That” hits the ropes on the other side, Creed is there to trip him up, causing “All That” to hit the mat face first. Creed pulls “All That” out of the ring, then slams his head on the ring apron. Creed then goes to whip “All That” into the ring steps, but “All That” counters, and sends Creed knee first into the ring steps instead. “All That” climbs back into the ring and as The Rick runs at him for a clothesline, “All That” ducks, and runs to the other side of the ring and connects with a vicious springboard DDT in the middle of the ring. Seizing the opportunity, “All That” picks up the table and sets it up in the middle of the ring. “All That” turns back to The Rick and begins to punch at The Rick’s head in a flurry. Picking The Rick up, he punches him again before lifting him up a roughly dropping him down onto the table. With the crowd chanting his name, “All That” begins to climb the ropes.

JOEY STYLES: What on earth does he have in mind?

P. LICKIN: Well there’s your first mistake Styles. You’re assuming that this punk has a mind.

“All That” flies off…and crashes through the table!!

JOEY STYLES: Unbelievable, The Rick managed to roll of the table at the last possible second.

Slolwy, “All That” gets back to his feet before suddenly ducking a big boot from Creed that hits the referee instead. Creed quickly checks on the referee as “All That” kicks the back of Creed’s leg.

P. LICKIN: Oh come on! Creed should be disqualified right there, he attacked the referee!

JOEY STYLES: Are you blind, he was aiming for “All That”!! And it’s a table match, you can’t get disqualified!!

P. LICKIN: So what’s your point?

The Rick finally gets to his feet, attacks “All That” from behind and quickly tosses him out of the ring before beginning to stomp on Creed’s knee some more before rolling out of the ring, grabbing his foot, and wrapping the knee around the turnbuckle post. The Rick sees that the ref is still out cold and quickly digs under the ring and finally emerges with another chair. The Rick raises the chair above his head and then swings it down at Creed’s knee, but luckily for Creed, he was able to pull his leg away, causing The Rick to hit the steps with the chair instead. The Rick shakes off the effects of the chair shot before picking up the chair again and rolling back into the ring. The Rick charges at Creed, only to be blasted in the face with a drop kick. Slipping out of the ring once more, the VWF Champion pulls out yet another table and slides it into the ring. Rolling back in the ring, Creed sets up the table…then gets clocked from behind by “All That”. Seizing the moment, the number one contender, lifts up the champion and drapes him over the table.

JOEY STYLES: Surely he’s not gonna try another suicidal top rope move.

P. LICKIN: Who knows, if we’re lucky he might just pull the suicide off.

Again turning his attention to the top rope, “All That” begins to climb. Not giving his opponent time to recover, he jumps off. But at the last moment The Rick pulls Creed off the table. Yet again “All That” crashes through the table.

JOEY STYLES: Why did The Rick do that? All he had to do was wait and Creed would have been eliminated.

P. LICKIN: I don’t know. Why don’t you get in the ring and ask him.

JOEY STYLES: But a guy could get hurt.

P. LICKIN: Exactly!!

The Rick starts to pull Creed to his feet only to be hit with a low blow. Creed get to his feet and begins to pummel The Rick with lefts and rights. Picking up a discarded piece of the table, Creed whips The Rick to ropes, blasting him in the face with the wood on the rebound. Standing tall in the ring, the fans begin to boo and jeer the VWF Champion. Creed only smiles his twisted smile. Slowly beginning to stir, “All That” begins to pull himself to his feet. Creed hammers down a few hard rights to his head before pulling him to his feet and whipping him to the turnbuckle. Following him in, the champion almost decapitates him with a hard clothesline. Stomping on “All That” a few times just for good measure, Creed rolls to the outside and get another table before returning to the ring. The VWF Champion sets the up leaning on one of the corner posts. Turning his attention back to “All That”, creed picks up the challenger, punches him a few times then sets him up, resting on the table. Moving to the opposite corner, Creed sizes up the ladies man and charges at him. Out of nowhere The Rick flies of the ropes and turns the Champion inside out with an almighty lariat. Stumbling back to his shaky feet, The Rick begins to put the boot to “All That”. Pulling him away from the set up table, The Rick locks on a headlock then charges at the table. Running up the table, The Rick kicks off the wood and hits an impressive rebound bulldog. Getting up, The Rick pulls the table away from the corner and sets it up. Picking “All That” up, The Rick lefts him up and sits him down on the top turnbuckle before climbing up to join him.

JOEY STYLES: I don’t like the look of this.

P. LICKIN: That’s what I said the first time that I saw your mom’s…

JOEY STYLES: Shut up!!

Grabbing hold of “All That” The Rick attempts a superplex through table. But the number one contender begins to fight back. The two men begin to battle each other with lefts and rights, neither man willing to back down. Getting the upper hand, “All That” connects with a haymaker. The Rick wobbles on the top rope. Again “All That” hammers down on his opponent. The Rick loses his balance and falls from the top rope, crashing down through the table.

P. LICKIN: Does that count?

JOEY STYLES: Afraid not. “All That” didn’t actually put The Rick through the table, he fell through.

P. LICKIN: Damn it. Thought we were one step closer to finishing.

Wood now litters the ring. “All That” clambers down from the top rope only to be knocked to the canvas by a vicious right hand from the VWF Champion. Creed picks up “All That” then throws him over the ropes to the outside. Following the challenger, Creed slides under the bottom rope. Creed picks up “All That” and whips him into the metal ring steps. Pulling the metal chair out from under the time keeper, Creed turns back to “All That”. Stomping down on him a few times, the VWF Champion places the challengers head on the steel steps. Raising the chair above his head, the Champion begins to laugh.

JOEY STYLES: Oh God no. Tell me he isn’t gonna do what I think he’s gonna do.

Swinging the chair down with all his might, Creed slams the weapon down crushing “All That”’s head. The sounds of metal on bone on metal echoes throughout the arena. “All That” crumples down to the floor. Slipping the chair into the ring, Creed finds yet another table and follows that back into the ring. Inside, The Rick is only just beginning to pull himself to his feet. Creed doesn’t allow him any time to breathe, slamming the steel chair viciously at the young Brit’s head. With a sickening thud, The Rick goes down. Setting up the table, Creed picks up The Rick and drags him to the corner. The VWF Champion climbs up, pulling The Rick with him. Turning the Challenger to face the ring, Creed locks him in a full nelson before jumping off. With a sickening smash, Creed drives The Rick through the table with HELL’S FURY!!! THE RICK IS ELIMINATED

JOEY STYLES: The Rick has been eliminated!!

P. LICKIN: And about time.

JOEY STYLES: So now we’re down to just two, “All That” and the VWF Champion Creed.

The capacity VWF Crowd rises to their feet as Lee Ryan and Creed each get in their corners staring at each other. Both men are breathing heavily, but look determined as they stare each other down. The bells rings. Each man takes a step forward. Lee Ryan and Creed both look towards the crowd, listening to the many Lee Ryan chants. Lee Ryan jumps to the turnbuckle and points to the crowd as the chant gets louder. Creed looks infuriated. Creed punches the turnbuckle and glares as Lee Ryan jumps off his turnbuckle. Creed and Lee Ryan both charge toward each other and lock up. Creed powers Lee Ryan forward, knocking him to the mat. Creed growls at Lee Ryan and flexes. Lee Ryan gets up and goes to lock up again. Creed again powers Lee Ryan backward, throwing him to the mat. Creed stomps his feet and points at himself as the crowd boos. Lee Ryan gets up a third time and locks up with Creed, but this time hits an arm drag. Creed gets up, again angry. Creed charges at Lee Ryan, but Lee Ryan ducks to the side and hits a dropkick, knocking Creed into the turnbuckle. Creed turns around as Lee Ryan lays into him with a few rights. Creed blocks finally, and kicks Lee Ryan to the midsection. Creed throws Lee Ryan into the turnbuckle and begins to hit a few back elbows. Creed whips Lee Ryan into the opposite turnbuckle. Lee Ryan staggers back out, and Creed hits a clothesline, taking the challenger down. Creed puts his boot on Lee Ryan's head and grinds it in. The ref shouts for Creed to release it. Creed holds up his hands and walks back a few steps. Lee Ryan rolls over, and Creed kicks him in the face. The ref tells him to watch it. Creed yells at the ref. Creed picks Lee Ryan up and whips him into the ropes. Creed hits another clothesline, again taking the challenger down. The fans boo as Creed nods in approval. Creed flips off a fan in the front row, who yells back at Creed, saying that Creed is a coward. Creed rolls out of the ring and gets in the fan's face.

JOEY STYLES: Somebody get Creed away from that fan!

The fan tell Creed to go screw himself, and Creed punches the fan hard in the face. The fans boo louder, and a couple throw popcorn at Creed as he screams at them all to respect him. Creed turns around, just in time to see Lee Ryan jump over the ropes hitting a springboard cross-body on Creed, taking him down to the delight of the crowd. Lee Ryan gets to his feet as Creed rolls to his knees. Lee Ryan runs at Creed and hits a enzuirigi, because I probably spelled that way wrong. Lee Ryan picks Creed up by the head and shoots him into the crowd barrier. Lee Ryan runs at Creed and clotheslines Creed over the barrier into the crowd. Some of the fans around the two men begin chanting LEE RY-AN! LEE RY-AN! as the two men begin to pick themselves up. Creed grabs Lee Ryan and throws him back over the crowd barrier and picks up a chair. Creed hits a fan with a Lee Ryan t-shirt on over the head and throws the chair at the fan's mother. Creed goes over the crowd barrier as the fans scream and boo Creed. Creed goes to grab Lee Ryan's head, but Lee Ryan elbows Creed to the midsection and hits a headlock takedown. Lee Ryan knees Creed in the back. Creed stands back up holding his back and rolls in the ring, heading for higher ground. Lee Ryan ascends the turnbuckle as Creed stands up in the ring. Creed turns around as Lee Ryan jumps off, attempting an ax-handle drop. Creed sidesteps it and hits a knee lift, putting the challenger down. Lee Ryan starts to pull himself up, and Creed goes for a clothesline, but Lee Ryan ducks and kicks Creed to the back of the head. Creed staggers and Lee Ryan hits a bulldog. Lee Ryan locks in a sleeper as Creed reaches out for the ropes. The ref checks with Creed, who elbows Lee Ryan back in the head. Creed elbows again, then a third time, but Lee Ryan won't break the hold. Creed elbows one more time, then rolls over, pulling Lee Ryan into the ropes. Lee Ryan breaks the hold. Creed gets to his feet as Lee Ryan charges Creed. Creed sidesteps Lee Ryan and throws him over the ropes to the outside, but Lee Ryan is able to land on the apron and turn around. Creed charges Lee Ryan and tries a big right, but Lee Ryan ducks and hits a shoulder block to Creed's midsection. Lee Ryan jumps over the ropes and hits a sunset flip. Creed rolls outside to stop the momentum. The fans cheer Lee Ryan on as Creed shakes his head and looks around at the VWF Arena. Creed hears the cheers again, and his eyes turn black. Creed looks at Lee Ryan standing on the turnbuckle, raising his arms up towards the fans, and and Creed rolls back in the ring. Creed hits Lee Ryan from behind on the turnbuckle, and hits a backdrop suplex. Creed picks Lee Ryan up and shoots him into the turnbuckle. Creeds hits a big splash in the corner, and shoots Lee Ryan into the opposite turnbuckle. Creeds hits another splash, then hits a scoop slam on Lee Ryan.

JOEY STYLES: That could be it!

Creed goes to the ropes and hits a running leg-drop. Creed picks Lee Ryan up. Lee Ryan hits an elbow to Creed's midsection, but Creed clubs Lee Ryan over the back with a big forearm. Creed sets Lee Ryan up for The Shadowplex , but as Creed picks Lee Ryan up, Lee Ryan hits Creed in the head once, twice, three times. Lee Ryan falls back, hitting a hurcanarana on Creed, and dumping him through the ropes to the outside. The fans cheer as Creed and Lee Ryan get to their feet. Creed turns around, and Lee Ryan hits a slingshot dropkick on Creed, knocking him into the steel steps with a loud thud. Both men are down as the crowd comes to their feet. The ref begins to count the two men out 1.. 2.. 3.. Lee Ryan begins to stir. 4.. 5.. Creed gets to his feet. Creed grabs Lee Ryan and rolls him in the ring. Creed follows and locks in a chinlock. Lee Ryan rolls backwards towards Creed and knees him in the head. Creed falls back on the mat. Lee Ryan and Creed both get to their feet. Creed grabs Lee Ryan, but Lee Ryan armdrags Creed to the mat. Creed reaches back and pokes Lee Ryan in the eye, then turns around and hits a chop to the chest. Creed shoots Lee Ryan into the ropes and hits The Soul Reaver on Lee Ryan! Creed nods and motions that it's all over as the crowd boos loudly. The ref starts to count. 1...2...3...4...5... Lee Ryan stirs. 6...7...8... Lee Ryan pulls himself up on the ropes. Creed comes over, and this time Lee Ryan kicks him to the midsection and hits the Double Impact! Lee Ryan quickly rolls over and climbs the turnbuckle, coming off and hitting the Leap of Faith! The crowd is fully behind Ryan as both men are down. The ref begins to count 1...2...3...4...5...6... Lee Ryan sits up and pulls himself to his feet. 7...8...9.. Creed pulls himself up in the corner. Creed turns around as Lee Ryan comes in. Creed side steps Lee Ryan and smashes his head in the corner. Creed goes for the Soul Reaver, but Lee Ryan hits an elbow, another, another, a knee to the midsection and hits ANOTHER DOUBLE IMPACT! The crowd is going crazy as Creed is out cold. The ref counts as Lee Ryan pulls himself up in the corner. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9.. Creed stirs, but can't get up in time. 10... The bell rings! Lee Ryan breaks down as the belt is handed to him. Creed can't believe it, as he rolls outside, swearing. Lee Ryan grasps the belt to his chest as the crowd cheers as The End goes off the air... )-)-)