"Walk" by Pantera plays from the public address system, the audience lifts to their feet in a standing ovation. Steve Whitmore steps out onto the stage with his signature baseball bat clinched tightly in his right hand. Hoisting his weapon into the air, he inhales the cheap pop before walking down the ramp way. He reaches out, slapping the hands of his adoring fans before sliding head first underneath the rope and entering the ring. Jumping up on the turnbuckle he posses in the same fashion as before.

Before Whitmore could finish his entrance skit the lights dim and purple spotlights spin around the entrance to the stage. A count down begins from ten as it tocks down slowly. Upon hitting one the stage erupts into pyro flares, a chain like explosion of colorful goodies. "You can run" by Jim Johnson blasts from the p.a. system. The crowd responds with a mixed reaction as Matt Ward steps out onto the stage with ‘Mercy’ in his hand. Mercy was a kendo stick finely wrapped in barb-wire. Trotting down the ramp, Matt eyes Whitmore whom has slid from the ring in a veteran fashion. Climbing up Matt enters.

Matt Wards music is cut short by "The Breaks" by Kurtis Blow. The people in attendance jump to their feet and start dancing in anticipation. Loose Cannon comes out from behind the curtain with a moonwalk, stopping mid-stage, kicking his leg up, spinning, then grabbing his crotch in a Michael Jackson display. Loose Cannon shuck and jives down the ramp, Rolling his upper body and shoulders from left to right, side skipping in the direction his body flows. He stops, staring at a child imitating his dance routine. Loose Cannon lifts the boy over the guard rail down to the floor. There they commence a dance off, both taking turns before Loose Cannon ‘admits’ defeat with double high fives. He helps the boy back over and leaps onto the apron, climbing into the ring. The audience was drowning with their screams.

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. 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. 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.

All four men engage in the ring, all standing at a selected turnbuckle. Tank, the referee assigned calls for the bell. Whitmore lays down his bat underneath the turnbuckle as Ward follows suit, while Wards back is turned Loose Cannon comes flying with a Stinger splash, connecting on Matt Wards back and thrusting him into the buckle. Matt tumbles down as Loose Cannon grabs the top rope for leverage and starts raining down boots in a chic dancing fashion.

Whitmore shrugs over at Ward and Cannon as his positions himself for an attack on Shane Satan. Satan cocks his head to the side, staring down Whitmore as they embrace in the centre of the ring. Tying up they both try displaying their physical superiority. Whitmore pushing Satan’s back up against the ropes, Shane fights back pushing himself free of the ropes and back to mid-ring. Shane quickly rolls around to Whitmore’s back, dropping down and grabbing his ankles, essentially dropping him face first down on the mat. Shane stands up and walks over Whitmore’s body. Slapping him upside the back of the dome.

Meanwhile, Matt Ward had returned to his feet. He grabbed Loose Cannon by the shoulders and spun him around, driving him over the top rope down onto the mat below with a short clothesline. Matt followed suite, jumping over and leaping down off the apron. They exchanged power shots, Matt Ward forcing Loose Cannon up against the barricade. Loose swings for the fences as Ward telegraphs it as Loose Cannon ends up on top of Matt Wards shoulders. Ward positions himself and Rukus Loose Cannon back first on the BARRICADE! Rukus, a death valley driver made notorious by Saturn. Loose Cannons back hits with a sickening thud as he rolls off into the audience. Matt Ward turns back towards the ring as Shane Satan comes sprinting, waving Mercy (Kendo barb-wire stick) in hand. Matt caught only a glimpse before Shane embedded the barb-wire into Matt Wards forehead. Matt fell like a sack of potatoes, his forehead lacerated as the blood spewed.

Shane Satan dusted off his hands, a coy smirk dwindled as he used Matt’s weapon against him. It was almost cliché, Shane Satan turned around only to be met with a monitor from the announcement table in Whitmore’s hands. You hear the sickening thud as Shane drops. Whitmore seemed to be the last man standing but he wasn’t finished with Shane. He wanted to punish him for the blatant disrespect. Whitmore pulls at the cable that connected to the monitor and wrapped it several times around Shane’s neck. Standing behind him he pulled with all his might, depriving Satan from taking a breath.

Loose Cannon is up now with the aid of his adoring fans. He struggles to roll over the barricade as he stands up on his feet. Wobbling he targets Matt Ward that has spun up to his knees. Loose Cannon approaches and throws a vicious right to the open wound on Matt’s crown. Matt responds from his knees with a low blow. Loose Cannon takes a step back and turns his head to the left and then…. SMACK! He pimp slaps Matt Ward right across the cheek. Matt drops back down to his back. Whitmore finished with Shane, sneaks behind Loose Cannon and searches underneath the ring. He pulls out a trash can and holds it in one hand. He grabs his baseball bat with the other. Loose turns around to see the commotion and Whitmore dumps the trash can over his head and starts beating it with malice intent. The trash can bends around Loose Cannons body, so tightly he couldn’t escape. Loose Cannon somehow magicly still on his feet walks around blind as Whitmore finishes it with a disturbing blow to the top of the can.

Matt Ward is back up and takes advantage of the distracted Steve Whitmore. Shoulder blocking him in the back and forcing Whitmore against the apron. Matt positions his shoulder in Whitmore’s stomach and continuously drives the small of Whitmore’s back into the apron. Wincing in pain and wanting to desperately fall, Whitmore clings to Ward for life. Matt Ward scoops Whitmore high up on his shoulder and SPINEBUSTERS him from the floor onto the apron. Whitmore almost snaps in half as both men tumble to the ground.

Shane Satan has already taken the cable off his neck and has been standing doubled over for quite some time. Catching his breath he walks up behind Ward and grabs him by the back of the neck. Bending him over, he grabs at the back of the tights and with EPIC force throws Matt Ward head first into the barricade. Getting the "idiot" out of his way, he targets Whitmore thoroughly steaming from the choke. Whitmore practically down for the count lays there helplessly. Shane crawls underneath the ring, his head disappearing from our view as he pulls out a table. He lifts only on leg and braces the other end on the apron. Picking up Whitmore, he rolls him on the table and scurries up the apron. Climbing the turnbuckle, Shane looks down at Whitmore. Pausing, probably to convince himself in the upcoming self sacrifice. Shane leaps off front flipping four hundred and fifty degree’s and lands flush stomach first on Whitmore! They both crash thru the table as Shane rolls off clinching his stomach and kicking his feet in agony. The crowd chants "HOLY SHIT!"

Loose Cannon is up now, the trash can still bent around his body. He wobbles around bouncing off the barricade and then the apron. He fell forward accidently diving headbutting the rolling around Shane Satan. The crowd responds with laughter as Loose Cannon scampers back to his feet. Loose Cannon makes his way back to the barricade as the audience attends him in removing the trash can. Loose Cannon essentially has a choice to make, which body he wants to assault. If he chose Whitmore all he would need to do is make the cover. However being blind to what has happened, Loose goes with Ward. He targets a quick cover as the referee drops down; nearly getting the three but Ward shows life and heart with a shoulder up. Loose Cannon gives Ward time to get up. When he does, Loose Cannon puts one arm out for a test of strength. Ward obliges as Loose Cannon starts a one arm body wave that transfers into Ward. Matt looks puzzled as Loose Cannon does it again, they begin to dance in a circle, connecting left legs and spinning before Loose Cannon drops down in the dance fashion leg split and uppercuts Ward in the nuts! Matt Ward drops to his knees and wallows in pain. Loose Cannon celebrates his signature move ‘Beat it’ with more of his dancing sensation. Loose Cannon erupts out of his dance with an enzugri to Matt Wards temple.

Matt Ward springs up with new life, aggravated beyond rational thought at how things were playing out. He grabs Loose Cannon by the arm and throws his whole body into the irish whip. Loose Cannon goes flying straight into the Barricade. He summersaults hitting the back of his neck on the barricade before falling down like a corpse. Matt Ward lifts him back up and begins the assault of fists, backing Loose Cannon up the rampway. Getting him all the way to the top Matt Ward grabs Loose Cannon and Northern Light suplexes him on the cold hard metal. Loose Cannon arches his back and lets out a scream. They both get up, Loose Cannon slower than Ward. They begin the exchange again, Loose getting the upper hand with a right hook that spins Matt one hundred and eight degree’s. Out of nowhere, Matt performs a pele kick, catching Loose on the jaw as Loose Cannon falls off the stage! Matt Ward hesitates none and in a moments notice after his succession of attack leaps off the stage with the ‘Lake Front Chill" a three sixty spin leg drop and connects flush! Matt caters to his buttocks as Loose is out!

Whitmore is up but only by the good graces of the standing Shane Satan. Steve throws out rights and lefts with nothing behind them. Shane Satan just stands there receiving them in a mocking fashion. He thrusts his fist in Whitmore’s gut as Steve drops to a knee. From under the rubble, Steve Whitmore retrieves his ball bat and drives the blunt in into Shane’s stomach. Shane doubles over as Whitmore follows with an uppercut with the end of the baseball BAT! Shane is seeing stars. Whitmore climbs back up to his feet and lifts the bat above his head as the crowd cheers, never counting their season veteran out. Whitmore rolls in the ring, taking a breather or two.

Matt Ward returns to his feet, hell bent on not letting Loose Cannon have an easy out option. Refusing to make an easy cover, Matt Ward scoops Loose Cannon up on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position. Walking Loose back towards the ring. They reach the turnbuckle as Matt Ward clinches to both Loose Cannon’s legs as they straddle over Matt Wards head, inverted upside down in the air. Loose Cannons face is looking fondly at Matt’s rear end. With a yank, Matt Ward beats Loose Cannon down like you would swing a sledge hammer; Loose Cannon’s back connecting with the steel staircase. Matt Ward looks down at Loose Cannon whom bounced off the staircase from the impact and toppled to Wards feet. The blood from Matt’s wound seeped down on Loose Cannons back as Wards hand slicked back his sweaty hair. The mere sight was disturbing.

Whitmore watched from the ring, gathering himself from his exhaustion and beating. Shane Satan was already standing, hell bent on a mission. He walked around the ring, keeping Wards eye off of him. Bending down to pick up Mercy and trailing behind Wards back. Suddenly you head TWACK! WHAP, THUD, SNAP, as multiple blows from Mercy struck Matt Ward in the back, abdomen, side, and then head. Matt Ward looked like Jesus Christ during his purification before the crucifixion. His flesh torn completely in various places. Shane Satan’s version was a little more sadistic than Mel Gibson’s. No director to yell cut.

Steve Whitmore taunts Shane Satan, using the opened hand bring it on gesture by basically doing a single handed clap. Shane climbs on the apron, Whitmore charges but Shane simply drops back down and shakes his head. The camera pans on Whitmore once again, oblivious to what’s behind him as Shane keeps his attention. From behind Shai Zahvanski has dropped to both of her knees and instantaneously throws her arm up, connecting viciously in Whitmore’s family jewels. Whitmore drops to both knees, Shai exits. Shane slides in, runs past Whitmore, comes off the ropes, leaps up and drop kicks him in the back of the cranium.

Shai was busy underneath the ring, grabbing her lover arsenal to finish the match. She slides in a variation of equipment. A chair, table, ladder, stop sign, the works. During the mist of the commotion, Loose Cannon drug his sorry corpse up on the apron. Shane noticed and ducked underneath the ropes onto the apron as well. Pulling Loose Cannon’s head between his thighs, Shane Satan secured the waist. Jumping off, he pile drives Loose Cannon onto the concrete floor below, his signature Shit for brains. He quickly covers.

One, two, THREE! Loose Cannon eliminated!

Rolling back into the ring, Satan looks at the erect ladder Shai has placed. She had also taken the time to place the table on its legs. Shane looks at Ward who still lies motionless on the floor below. Climbing up the ladder, he contemplates something spectacular from the ring to the floor. That is until he hears a THUD! Looking down behind him from the ladders height, Shane Satan notices Shai laying flat and Whitmore holding a stop sign in hand. Whitmore quickly scales the ladder, getting to the top so they both can rain down shots. The trade is even, both men forcing their body weight into each blow, after receiving clinging to the side of the ladder for support and balance. Shane quickly gives up on the pissing contest, grabs the back of Whitmore’s hair and thrusts his face into the ladder platform top. Running the rest of the way up, Shane front flips over Whitmore’s body, grabbing his waist and Nuff’ Said (Canadian Destroyer) him off the ladder! Whitmore is retired as Shane slides flat and checks on Shai. Shai shakes the cob webs and points at Whitmore, telling her dude to secure the win. Shane stands up and nonchalantly places a boot down on Whitmore’s chest for the count.

One, Two, THREE! Whitmore eliminated.

Matt Ward was up and in the ring! His body trembling with frustration and adrenaline. Shane Satan turns around after seeing Shai’s eyes widen. His throat is caught with an open hand. Matt Ward lifts Shane over head and chokeslams him down on the mat, following him down for added force. Shai looks at Ward, not intimidated in the least bit. She actually stood up to him, chest bumping him and screaming about what he just did. They exchange words before Shai slaps the taste out of Matt’s mouth. He slowly turns his head back in her direction, reaches out and grabs a handful of her hair. Throws her head inbetween his legs, tucks her body up on his shoulder, elevates her high into the air and gives her The Effect (Last ride) right thru the table! Shai lays out, covered in debris.

Matt looks down at Shane Satan, grabbing the steel chair and wielding it like a baseball bat. His body leaking blood from every surface of his body. He waits patiently for Shane to stand up, Shane taking his time as he looks at his Shai covered in shards of table. He pulls something from the carnage, getting up to one knee. Matt Ward hoists the chair over head and… Shane thrusts the table legs into Matt Wards stomach. Inventive no doubt as Matt drops the chair and falls to his knees gasping for air. Shane stands up and swings for the fences, catching Ward in the jaw with the table leg. Shane drops the leg and makes the cover.

One. Two, Three! Your winner, Shane Satan.

Cut to commercial on Shane helping his gal up an them celebrating.