[ The last remnants of “Depths of Hell” by Iced Earth finishes playing as the lead up Main Event packaged video disappears from sight and we pan over to the ring to where the President of Media Relations and ring announcer for big title matches, Jack Westin, is standing in the ring wearing a tux as a microphone is lowered down to him.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the Main Event of the evening! This is MSN’s first ever Terror Dome match-up for the Professional Wrestling Today Championship! The rules of this steel asylum are simple. Once the competitors make their way out the dome will be in place and the match will begin. The only way to win is to climb up the sides of the dome and escape through the small hole at the top. Once one of the challenges accomplishes this, they will be crowned the first PWT Champion!”

[ Crowd cheers as the cranes above begin to move the dome closer to the ring.

Fecca: I’ve waited a long time for this.

Styles: Match of the year? I’m already calling it!

Fecca: Prediction? Though do I even need to ask?

Styles: You really don’t, Seifer all the way.

Fecca: Well to be the yin to your yang, I think Drew Stevenson will prevail, even though we are supposed to be unbiased!

Styles: Except we’re not your typical sport, this is sports entertainment baby!

[ The lights in the arena shut off putting the arena in complete darkness. A large spotlight shines down onto the ramp as a slab of concrete is seen and on it lays a figure. The public address sound system starts up again playing ''The Unforgiven III'' by Metallica as the figure sits up and climbs off of the concrete pedestal indicating a resurrection. He begins walking down the ramp as the fans begin a huge, arena deafening ''Stevenson'' chant. Drew gets down to the ring and quickly slides under the bottom ropes getting into the ring. He is quick to get back to his feet as he walks over to the farthest turnbuckle and leans back in it awaiting his opponent.

Fecca: The former PWT People’s Champion, one of the newest Walk of Fame inductees getting his first one on one shot for a chance to become Heavyweight Champion!

[ The jam packed arena buzzes like crazy as they look from person to person, expecting something awesome to happen. Surely enough it does when the intro to "Nightmares" by The Game plays over the PA System- As when the 34 second mark hits and Game's verse starts up the people in attendance and probably those at home start screaming -- Not guys though, just chicks as out from beyond the curtain like abyss steps Jacob Mitchell. Letting that cocky smirk blaze on, he took a second to pause at the top of the ramp and look around the jam-packed crowd before heading forward with that notorious Mitchell-swag with despite wearing a sling and shoulder brace on his arm.

Fecca: What the… hell is he doing here?!

Styles: Who cares, its The Infamous baby!

Fecca: I don’t know what kind of meds he’s on from his injury but uh, he does know he’s not in this match right?!

[ Eddie slaps Bob upside the head for making stupid comments. Jake reaches the middle of the ramp, he again paused before dropping down to a knee and bowing his head which cued sparks falling from the heavens in a truly epic moment. After a few seconds, the sparks subsided as Jake pushed himself up and took a few steps towards the ring before sliding under the bottom rope. Jake walked over to the back turnbuckle and hopped up onto the top rope cocking his head back as the cameras went off like crazy. Jake jumped down and flashed a grin to Drew as he stepped through the ropes and walked over to the time keepers table, grabbing a chair and setting it up as he sat down.

Fecca: Well I guess he just wanted a closer seat.

Styles: You know he’s going to get as close as he can while scouting these two.

Fecca: Jake was adamant about becoming PWT Champion – until he got screwed by the Horsemen and put on the shelf by Seifer.

Styles: Lucky for him this is a Terror Dome match then!

[ In the ring Drew had stopped the locked look with Mitchell as he directs his focus back up the ramp. “Last of a Dying Breed” by Ludacris bangs around the arena as the lights darken and the torches rise up as a blast of white light and pyro’s explode at the ramp as the beats kick in and Seifer makes his way through them, a deep determined look on his face as he walks down the ramp. The words pounding through the speakers as Seifer keeps that killer instinct stare going. He climbs up the steps and enters through the top and middle ropes before throwing his arms to the side on the back turnbuckle. Seifer and Jake lock eyes for just a moment before Seif turns his focus back in the ring to his opponent. They share a stare down before both shifting their attention up as the structure from hell comes to life.

[ The steel blood red dome is moved into place as it lowers on the two men in the ring until we hear a clicking sound signifying it was locked in place. Both men are looking around at the structure that has now entrapped them as their eyes shift upwards while the top is lowered into place.

“Introducing first, he is from Seymour, Missouri, weighing in at two 248 pounds, standing six foot two, “THE EMERALD” DREW STEVENSON! And his opponent from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 245 pounds, standing six foot three, “THE IMMORTAL” SEIFER! Gentlemen, LET’S GET IT ON!”

[ The bell rings, and thy match begins! Both men are readying their bodies before finally locking it up center ring. The power struggle begins as they vie for position with Seifer being the first to gain the upper hand as he starts to push Drew towards the corner but Drew breaks the lock up and spins around Seifer, grabbing his arms and kicking out his leg as he thrusts him to the mat where Drew keeps the pressure on his arms and tries to wrench them backwards. Seifer spins around trying to get his arms free but Drew spins with him and winds up on his back holding Seifer in a cross face chicken wing or whatever the submission is called! Seifer seems to be fading as Drew exerts his strength but Seif is able to kick at the rope and begin to roll over and onto his stomach but Drew isn’t about to let go and now moves his hands to Seifer’s neck, choking him out as Seifer’s face begins to turn purple with blood. He begins to stand up and when he does he runs all the way back, hitting the ropes and as they come off of it Seifer jumps and turns his body, slamming Drew into the mat as he rolls his own head away from the collision.

Fecca: Now that’s a way to counter!

[ Drew’s got to let go of the hold as Seifer spins around, his face still a pretty dark red and Drew catches him with an elbow across the forehead that looked stiff as hell! Seifer goes to the mat as Drew gets to his feet. When Seifer turns his head to begin to get up we see he’s busted open over the top of his eye, the blood nearly squirting out since it had collected in his face. Seifer stands up nonetheless and meets right hands by Stevenson who quickly sends him to the turnbuckle and then out at full force before yanking back and belly to bellying Seifer over his head and over the ropes sending his body crashing into the side of the steel to a thud!

[“OH!” The crowd exclaims! Fecca and Styles are going nuts, which is only a small fraction of what the fans are doing.

Fecca: Seifer’s first to bleed and the first to taste that steel!

Styles: OW MY!

Fecca: Drew really trying to prove something here tonight.

[ Seifer’s arching his back as he rolls under the rope and is treated to stomps by Stevenson who picks him up and after an Irish whip slams him with the tri fecta of German suplexes before yelling out, feeling the intensity in such a match. Seifer is trying to get back to his feet now as Drew runs at him, looking to knee him straight in the head but Seifer blocks the knee and chop blocks out Drew’s legs taking him down to the mat. Drew’s up quickly as Seifer throws a stiff European upper cut sending Drew back a couple inches before ducking a right arm by Drew and dropping him with a neck breaker. Seifer quickly rises to his feet, ignoring the blood that’s dripping down his face as he begins to do a little shake rattle and roll as he sends three quick jabs to Drew’s face and then fires off a left that puts him down. Of course Drew’s not staying down long as he rises back up and comes for Seifer once more but again Seifer’s lightning fast moves enables him to hit Drew with a heel kick before lifting him up into an atomic drop and then smashing in his face with a yakuza kick!

Fecca: Now it looks like Seifer’s took back the momentum!

Styles: We knew it’d happen.

[ Rather than continue an assault Seifer turns to the far ends of the ring and starts climbing the ropes and then ascends to the cage, grabbing a hold of it and beginning his climb. Drew’s up however and when he sees this, he jumps up and grabs a hold of Seifer’s torso which catches The Transcendent by surprise and Drew ends up power slamming him right onto the mat!

Fecca: What a move, that’s a higher fall than the turnbuckle!

[ Drew pushes Seifer’s legs out of the way but keeps holding onto the left one as he grins and yells out a “WHOOOOO” as he does so. It’s not long before Seifer’s trying to lock in Ric Flair’s signature move to spite Seifer, being a Horsemen and all, and being the master of the mat he is, Drew gets it locked in! Seifer begins to beat at the mat hard feeling the pain surge through his body but he keeps fighting.

Fecca: In this type of move you don’t care if you tap or yell, just as long as you don’t pass out!

Styles: That’s right; you don’t want to give your opponent the chance to escape if you’re sleeping!

[ Seifer grabs the ropes but of course, there’s nothing the ref outside the cage can do as he hand pulls himself over to the turnbuckle and begins to turn his body around until he’s now in control and has Drew locked in the Indian deathlock! Drew’s yelling out in pain as Seifer’s also pulling down on the middle ropes so as to apply more pressure on the move. He keeps it there and then the arrogance shows as he begins to lift his body up and down.

Fecca: Seifer now got that unfair advantage.

Styles: Unfair? He’s just smart, and look at him, he’s doing pull ups!

[ With Drew trying to kick out to get his legs free and Seifer pushing his legs off, the move is broken as Drew lies there and Seifer begins to climb again. He’s facing Drew now and doesn’t get far before Drew’s will pushes him through the pain but there’s no big time drop coming now as Seifer kicks at Drew’s face a couple of times but Drew keeps coming back and grabs his legs. Seifer is trying to get him off and suddenly realizes he has no choice… no choice at all as he lets go and swings his body around and throws Drew half way across the ring before falling to all fours and then slams his hands on the mat – the crowd is simply shocked, some are cheering, others booing, the majority is silent.

Styles: !!!

Fecca: Folks you’re witnessing… I… words cannot even say it! SEIFER JUST GAVE DREW A HURRICANRANA!!!

Styles: !!!!!!

Fecca: Forgive my partner folks, it’s just that Seifer hates, HATES the hurricanrana and when I say never uses it I mean the last time someone told him to use it they got an ear full!

Styles: BECAUSE SEIFER IS A WRESTLER NOT AN ACROBATIC CLOWN!

Fecca: A lot of talented people use that move!

Styles: It’s okay, the Seifmadness Universe knows he had no choice, no choice at all. It must have been a hard decision, looking at him, he’s beating himself up over it!

[ Actually in the ring we see Drew throwing Seifer face first into the steel as he bounces off of it and Drew hooks him for a double arm pile driver. Now it’s Drew who begins to make his climb. Seifer is coming too and sees what’s happening but knowing Drew has a long way to go he too starts to climb but on another side of the cage. The crowd is in an absolute frenzy as Drew looks out to see where Seifer is and sees that he’s halfway up on the side of the cage while Drew’s just hanging upside down trying to go further up. Seifer jumps out and grabs Drew’s midsection and slams him down to the mat! The ring shakes as the two superstars crash land!

“HELL YEAH!”

[ The crowd’s digging the intense action as the warriors roll around in pain before finally after what feels like a minute gets to their feet and are trading sluggish blows in the ring. Drew gets the upper hand and puts a little more mustard on one of his as Seifer staggers to the corner. When he’s there he turns around and is messing with the middle turnbuckle, trying to… pull something out? We see something silver in his hand but he’s concealing most the object. Drew is charging towards him and he slams his free hand into his gut hard, you can hear the stinging impact!

Styles: That’ll leave prints.

[ Drew doubles over as Seifer’s now in the center ring and lifts his right foot up and in his hand is a steel spur that he’s placing on his boot.

Fecca: NO! SEIFER WITH THAT DAMNED STEEL SPUR!

[ Seifer kicks it down to make sure it’s locked in right as Drew turns around and BOOM! XTREME BLOOD SPILLER! Drew has been busted right open as it’s now he who begins to bleed like that slaughtered turkey we all like to eat this time of year! Seifer falls to the ground to catch his breath as Drew lies motionless. Meanwhile Jake looks on in disgust, shaking his head.

Fecca: DAMN HIM!

Styles: Do you always damn those smarter than you or your hero’s?! NO RULES!

[ The crowd is chanting and hollering and stomping as Seifer calls for Drew to get up. Rather than climbing it looks like he wants to do him some more damage. However Drew’s going too slow for his liking so he helps him up and receives a punch to the throat for his efforts. Drew grabs Seifer and throws him against the ropes and on the rebound lashes out with a super kick! With Seifer down Drew holds up two fingers signifying this move had two parts as he climbs up the turnbuckle and then the high bar of the dome and drops down, landing a Randy Savage elbow drop from the dome roof!

Fecca: THE EMPEROR’S FALL! DREW JUST SCORED THE EMPEROR’S FALL! It’s gotta be over soon Eddie!

Styles: Only now he has to CLIMB again!

[ However climbing is the last thing on The Resurrected Hero’s mind as he gains his bearings and gathers his strength, almost like a saiyan biding his time before returning to battle! Seifer too is trying to gain his whereabouts as he leans up against the turnbuckle corner, dried blood over his face as the electricity in the crowd is absolutely insane. They’re tired too from cheering so much! Drew is up and so is Seifer as the two of them walk center ring and exchange punches again… but again it doesn’t last long as Seifer knees Drew in the gut and grabs him by the neck, running and throwing him up against the side of the steel! Drew bounces off of it and Seifer turns around and throws him off the steel on the opposite side! Again Drew comes off his body bouncing around as Seifer throws him off the third side of the steel, the crowd’s going BALLAISTIC! Seifer finishes it up by throwing him to the fourth side of the steel as Drew’s body stumbles around before finally falling to the mat face first!

[ Seifer yells out, telling people that it was over as he grabs Drew’s legs and turns him over into the Immortal Deathlock! He only holds the move for a few seconds before letting go of Drew’s limp legs as he staggers himself, the fatigue setting in now. Seifer walks over and climbs to the top rope as Jacob Mitchell gets up and folds the chair as he does so and walks over to the outside, looking up at Seifer.

Fecca: UH OH! Those two are mouthing off at each other. Though I don’t see what Jake can do with that bum shoulder of his.

[ The exchange doesn’t go so well as Seifer laughs and Jake flips him the bird so Seifer flips him the bird as well! Ignoring him now Seifer jumps up and begins to climb up the side of the dome. Meanwhile down in the ring Drew is stirring and he sees this, knowing he’s got to battle it as well, he’s got to be quicker he walks over to the turnbuckle on the other side and starts his ascension.

Fecca: They’re both climbing now!

[ Seifer’s about halfway as Drew feels a surge through his body as he gets to the halfway mark. The crowd is shocked on the outside as Jake starts to climb the dome with the steel chair in hand, with no problems!

Fecca: Jake’s climbing the dome! His shoulder doesn’t even look phased!

Styles: Ever heard of Superman in real life?

Fecca: Only in examples of superior athletes.

Styles: That’s because Mitchell killed him!

[ The crowd is deafening right now as Jake has now made his way to the top where he rips that shoulder sling off and throws it to the ground as Seifer and Drew are inching closer and closer to each other and the small hole in the top. It appears that Seifer’s slowing down, maybe he’s more tired than he thought as Drew is speeding up and is now a couple steps ahead of Seifer as he grabs a hold of the opening first. Seifer hears the noise just kick up a few notches and this propels him to quicken his pace as he too grabs a hold of the opening and he makes a big pull and pulls his body halfway through as Drew has just done the same!

Fecca: THEY’RE NECK AND NECK BUT JACOB MITCHELL HAS THAT CHAIR!

[ He does indeed and he lifts it up and is aiming it right at Seifer’s head!

Fecca: HE’S GOING TO SCREW SEIFER!

WHHHHHAAAAAAAMMMMM!!!!

[ The chair collides with the skull of… DREW STEVENSON! As he falls to the mat thirty feet below! The crowd is in shock as Seifer pulls himself the rest of the way out and lies on the cold hard steel up top as “Last of a Dying Breed” blares around the arena.

Fecca: JAKE NAILED DREW WITH THAT CHAIR!

Styles: I KNEW IT!

“Here is your winner and the NEEEEEWWWWW PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING TODAY CHAMPION… SEIFER!”

[ The referee climbs up the dome and hands Seifer his title as he stands up and lifts it into the air as flashes abound go off. The music cuts as Seifer and Jake shake hands as “All Nightmare Long” hits this time as Cross makes his way down to the ring and he too climbs up the dome as the three of them stand with their hands held up high as their theme blares around the arena.

Fecca: MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS! Seifer really did mean it when he said he'd do whatever it took. But damn, what a FIGHT Drew brought tonight!

Styles: The Horsemen are standing tall! I knew this would happen all along!

Fecca: Well what an incredible match, and an incredible night it has been! Hardcore Hell IV is officially in the books, THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGHT!