The lights flicker before decaying out to darkness. The titantron initiates a count down from ten as purple hued spotlights descend amongst the spectators. Upon hitting one the stage erupts in fireworks essentially cuing "You can run" by Jim Johnson. Matthew Ward steps onto the stage as the crowd roars with a mixed reaction. His forehead bandaged from a week prior, Matt looks towards the audience. He raises Mercy, his trademark kendo wrapped in barbwire. Walking down the ramp his eyes looked glazed over with destruction. Up the stairs and into the ring he goes, this time wisely clinching Mercy not ready to let go.

The lights inside the arena begin to dim when 'Shit On You' by D-12 begins to pollute the personal announcement system. With that being said – Shane Satan's somewhat intense video begins to play upon the titantron as the spectators in attendance begin to make their way to their feet. Their initial reaction – to jeer and boo very fucking loudly. It's only a matter of seconds before Shane barges past the gorilla curtain and makes his way over to the top of the entrance ramp with a strong look of intensity upon his face as he pauses at the center of the ramp. Shai steps out trailing from behind. Taking a few seconds to basque in the ambiance of hatred being thrown his way; Satan soon breaks his look of repulsion with a pretty arrogant smirk. Not looking at all phased by the haters in the crowd, Shane begins to swagger his way down the entrance ramp – occasionally flipping the birdie to a few random people he passes. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to conclude that his arrival hasn't gone down too well at all. However it's not long before Shane reaches the ring apron area and rolls himself into the ring. Shai proceeds to a corner. Satan quickly stands upright and smirks at the crowd – with a look of contention plastered upon his face. He clicks his neck both sides before pacing the ring – scratching his stubble momentarily.

The referee speaks to both men in the centre of the ring, going over the logistics I guess if this match were designed to have any. A quick stare down grows between the two before backing away to each opposing corner. The referee calls for the bell and steps out of the way.

Matt Ward comes sprinting, holding mercy in his palms like a baseball bat. With a haymaker type swing, he lunges mercy forward. Shane Satan swiftly ducks underneath, spinning behind Ward and placing a boot into the back of his knee. Matt drops down, one knee touching the mat as Shane locks in a vintage sleeper type hold. Instinctively Matt Ward swings the kendo stick laced in barb-wire up and catches Shane in-between the brow. Shane instantaneously lets go and staggers backward, his hand tending to his forehead as his body leans into a turnbuckle. Matt stands up pleased as he charges once more, waving the kendo over head. Slamming it down Shane drops to his back and rolls out of the ring. The kendo rips away into the buckle padding.

Shai comforts Satan as they deliberate outside of the ring going over a strategy to take down the giant. Matt Ward wisely steps back waiting inside the ring, he now knows Shai’s vital assets she offers her client. Shane Satan rolls into the ring keeping his distance as now a battle of words shout back and forth between the two. Getting inside Matt’s head, Shane convinces him to drop Mercy and take him on like a real man. They meet center stage and tie up. Instantly Matt Ward places Shane into a side headlock, flipping his over with a hip toss down to the canvas. Matt jumps up on Shane, straddling him as Shane Satan makes sure to maintain Matt Ward in full guard. Matt Ward rains down forearms upon Shane Satan as Shane clinches the back of Wards head and pushes it down on his chest to immobilize him. Satan swiftly grabs Wards left arm and pins it to his chest, throwing his legs around on of Wards shoulders and the other beneath his pit, locking him sounding in a MMA style triangle choke. Shane’s hands are on the back of Wards head, wrenching his neck into his thigh, diminishing the oxygen from Wards brain.

Ward scrambles to his feet, bent over he uses what’s left of his energy to hoist Shane into the air and powerbomb him back down on the canvas thus breaking the hold. Matt falls over, falling into the ropes as support as he catches his breath. Shane Satan just looks up at the lights. Shai jumps up on the apron, catching Wards attention as she grabs the back of his head and jumps down the floor. Wards neck bounces off the top rope before his body is sling shotted back to the canvas. Both men lay for a moment before Shane simply stands to his feet. He stalks behind Ward, allowing him to get up to his feet. The second he does Shane Satan wraps his arms around his waist and begins the hat trick of german suplexes. Matt goes over once, Shane leeched on as he spins Ward back to his feet. Ward flies twice, landing on the back of his head as Shane once again rolls him back up. The third Shane bridges up as the referee drops for the count.

One-Two-THR- Matt kicks his feet causing both shoulders to come up and crumbling the bridge.

Meanwhile, camera is back on Shai who is livid that the count was slow. Her hands beating down on the apron as a sadistic smirk growls from ear to ear. She vanishes as weapons begin to crawl from the crevice beneath the ring. A ladder slides in first, Satan was successful the last time that came to play. A trash can, stop sign, fire extinguisher, a wooden mop, chair, and yes a roman candle. Shane Satan grabs the steel chair and places it upright. He takes a seat on it, awaiting Matt Ward. Ward stands up as Shane goes flying, Ward drops down as Shane jumps over and bounces off the ropes. Matt side steps performing a drop toe hold right onto the open chair vintage Raven style. Ward gets up and scrambles to capitalize but POP! POP! POP! POOOP! His body is struck relentlessly from the outside by Shai with that damn roman candle. Matt retreats to the turnbuckle trying to deflect the burning balls of fire from his chest.

Matt Ward literally leaps over the top rope down to the floor. Livid he begins to chase Shai around the ring. Shane is standing and decides to lean the ladder against the top rope as he awaits at the opposite side. As Ward and Shai come around the corner Satan sprints, running up the ladder and shooting star press splashes Ward sending him crashing into the barricade! The people in attendance simply gasp to the dangerous feet.

Shane gets up, Ward is in a sit down position against the barricade. Satan begins throwing right shots down on Matt’s bandaged head. The bandage eventually falls off as the stitches tear re-opening the wound. Shai even takes this opportunity to get some retribution as she too lets her fists fly down on Ward. Ward extends both hands and pushes Shane and Shai away as he stands up and staggers away, falling face down near the post. His body curling around the fire extinguisher. Shai and Shane approach only to be blasted in the face by the white foam substance. They quickly retreat covering their eyes and turning their backs. Ward is up and as Shai spins THUMP! Ward clocks her over the dome with the empty canister. Shai rag dolls down from the impact as Ward thrusts the canister into Shane’s gut and throws him head first into the bottom of the announcers table. Fecca and Styles stand up and back away as Ward begins tearing the monitors off. Matt Ward scoops Shane Satan up in a powerbomb position, hoisting his body well over his shoulder height and delivers The Effect (last ride) straight thru the table! Matt Ward covers.

One! Two! THRAH! NO! Shai miraculously dives onto the pile breaking the pin!

Shai still down as Matt Ward stands up and towers over her. Shai throws an arm up low blowing him with what she likes to call Fuck Nut. Matt Ward doubles over, Shai Zahvanski jumps up on the barricade, leaps off, her legs straddling the back of Wards head and in one motion PILEDRIVER! The audience goes ape shit that this little petite woman pulled off such an innovative move on such a large man. Shai throws Shane’s hand on Ward.

ONE-TWO-THRAH NEVER! Ward kicks out! WARD KICKS OUT! Showing amazing heart to exceed in this organization.

Both men lay exhausted and beaten. While Shai Zahvanski bickers with the referee. Eventually Ward gets up, dazed and confused to his surroundings. His back hits the apron as his coordination causes his body to wobble. Laying down on the apron Ward rolls back into the ring. Shai was in there and waiting! This whole match basically revolving around a handicap on Ward. Ward now in a sitting position, his line of view at Shane Satan. THWACK! The back of a chair beats against his back by the deliberate hands of Shai. Ward winces in pain but manages to rise to his feet. THWACK! Another blow, binding the chair over Matt’s shoulder. Wards hand extends, grasping Shai by the throat. Struggling she beats the chair against him but there is no leverage from the short distance between the two. Ward hoists her high into the air and CHOKESLAMS her over the top rope out onto the thin mat below. Shai is out for the count.

Ward paces the ring now fuming, setting up the obstacles to his advantage. The ladder be placed on the second rope, making a table out of it in the turnbuckle. The trash can, stop sign, and chair all placed in easy access. Shane Satan gets up holding the small of his back and shaking the cob webs loose. He climbs the steel steps and re-enters the ring. There he is met by Ward as the fireworks begin again. Shane throws a left, catching Ward in the rib cage. A right, peppering him in the temple. A left hook, back to the abdomen. Then a haymaker right, flush to the jaw. Ward doesn’t fall! The blows push him back, dropping him down to one knee. Shane bends down, grabbing the stop sign and heaves it at Ward. Ward catches it as Shane drop kicks it into his mug.

Shane pulls Ward up to his feet and places him in a suplex position, hooking a leg to carry out a fisherman. Ward throws a shot to the gut, blocking the attempt and hoist Shane up above his head. Ward drops Shane down on an open turnbuckle, re-adjusts and holds Satan in a muscle buster type position. Stalling with the muscle buster Matt Ward walks around the ring before turning his back to the turnbuckle with the ladder table and dropping Shane Satan right down on top of the ladder! Shane bounces off, falling onto Ward as Matt pushes the body off of him. Ward climbs that exact turnbuckle, looking to finish it with his signature three sixty leg drop. Like a cannon Shane Satan shoots up, locks Ward in a suplex position and brainbusters him onto the ladder table! Both men lay out cold, Shane’s desperation attempt bought time.

The referee almost calls stoppage; both men seemed unconscious before Shane demonstrated life by crawling towards the ropes. Pulling his body up to his feet he looked to the booing audience. Shane bent over, grabbing mercy in his hands and looking down at Ward. Ward gets up several moments after, Shane buying his time. Ward looks at Shane and see’s mercy in his hands. Ward grabs the wooden mop handle and wields it. They both step centre and begin the trade! Mercy cracks over Wards skull! The broom handle fires into Shane’s rib cage. Mercy connects with Wards shoulder, the broom handle collides with Shane’s thigh. They both swing for the fences, simultaneously connecting it the opposing side of each of their heads. Both sticks snap, the barbwire slicing into Wards head, the broom handle splintering away. Both men collapse, nothing left in the system.

The referee goes to call for the bell once more BUT Shai is in the ring! She drags Shane Satan’s arm over Matt Ward.

One, Two, THREE! Ding, ding ding. Your winner Shane Satan, not that he could stand to celebrate it.

Fade to commercial.