[CSWA Wildfire comes back from commercial to reveal former MSWA commentators Stern Shamrock and Seth 'The Dream' Sanders sitting at ringside.]

STERN SHAMROCK: Ladies and gentlemen, Stern Shamrock here with Seth 'The Dream' Sanders thanking you for allowing us into your homes for this historic night of wrestling action. As you may have noticed, Eddie Page and Russ McCoy have gone back to the dressing room as the official CSWA card has ended. They did one helluva job and we're honored to be taking their positions for what's coming next. This next match, the main event of the evening, is an interpromotional event between the CSWA and the MSWA. It is to be the last MSWA-sanctioned matchup in history and it will determine who will go down in the record books as the undisputed MSWA Mid-South Heavyweight Champion...the last MSWA Champion in the history of this great company. It will be an Iron Match. Sixty minutes. Seth, the Blood Feud ends here and if Mace does not beat Nighthawk for the title, he must join the Darkness.

SETH SANDERS: I was wondering when you were going to shut up and let me talk. It's as simple as this, Nighthawk wins, Mace is finished. The Darkness will destroy both him and his career. If Mace wins, Nighthawk gives up the honor of retiring the MSWA Championship. What would that do to him and his career? Both guys have everything to gain and everything to lose tonight as this will be the final match of one of the greatest feuds in the history of the business.

STERN SHAMROCK: Rare display of non-bias from you there, Seth.

SETH SANDERS: Listen, it's no secret that I'm picking Nighthawk to take this. He's got Mace's number and he proved it at Slam Jam. But this is also the last match of the last great Memphis wrestling promotion and as a guy who helped build Memphis into a wrestling hotbed as only I could do, it's a damn honor to be here tonight to watch these two guys end it right.

STERN SHAMROCK: You pick the Reign of Pain and I can see that arguement. Personally, I'm going with Mace as he is fighting to stay with his new-found family the Authority. Tonight, the MSWA ends and the CSWA begins. Wildfire has already lived up to its name and this one is sure to burn hotter than the depths of hell. It's Mace. It's Nighthawk. It's next and let's go to the ring and "Diamond" Lou Walsh.

[The shot cuts to the ring as Walsh stands in the center, holding onto the mic and waiting for the crowd to quiet down as the bell rings three times.]

LOU WALSH:Ladies and gentlemen here live in Lincoln, Nebraska and to the entire audience watching at home...CSWA Wildfire continues with your main event of the evening...it is sanctioned by both the Central States Wrestling Alliance and the Mid-South Wrestling Association, and it is for the MSWA Mid-South Heavyweight Championship!

[The crowd erupts to such a roar that Walsh has to pause a moment so that he can be heard.]

WALSH: It will be a Sixty-Minute Ironman matchup. The man who has the most decisions at the end of one hour, either by pinfall, countout, submission, or disqualification, will be declared the winner and the final undisputed MSWA Mid-South Heavyweight Champion. Tonight...the Blood Feud...is over. Tonight...history is made. And tonight...WE GO TO WAR!!!!

[The crowd erupts again as the shot cuts to Mace walking down the corridor towards the entranceway and the arena comes alive with cheering and chants of 'MACE! MACE! MACE! MACE!' The Bronx Buster clearly can hear the cheers and a slight smile comes to his face that disappears just as quickly as he reaches the curtain.]

[The crowd erupts again as the shot cuts to Mace walking down the corridor towards the entranceway and the arena comes alive with cheering and chants of 'MACE! MACE! MACE! MACE!' The Bronx Buster clearly can hear the cheers and a slight smile comes to his face that disappears just as quickly as he reaches the curtain.]

#You knew that I was coming cause you heard my name#
#But you don't know my game and never felt my pain#
#Can't read my brain but you read my lips#
#And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits#
#Now don't even trip, be a man instead#
#Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead#
#I'm in the red cause my mind's distortin#
#People claimin that they know me, but they only know a portion#
#I'm a move mountains and touch the sun#
#Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come#
#So hold your bids, all bets are closed#
#And fuck all you hoes#
[

Mace walks out through the curtain, and the roof nearly comes off the arena from the explosion of applause from the Nebraska crowd. Mace stands at the top of the ramp, and looks out over everyone on their feet cheering for him. He raises both hands into the air, then walks to the left side of the stage, and raises his hands in the air. He repeats the process on the right side of the stage, each time getting a huge reaction from the respective section. After Kid Rock's lyrics are done, the sound of a dropping bomb fills the arena, as the bomb explodes the song changes to Powerman 5000's "Bombshell".]

#Get up#
#Get up#
#Get up#
#Drop the Bombshell#

#Get up#
#Get up#
#This is out of control#

#Get up#
#Get up#
#Get up#
#Drop the Bombshell#

#Get up#
#Get up#
#Get down...#

[Mace begins his slow walk down the rampway, soaking up all the adulation and respect from the sold out crowd. His eyes however remain totally focused on the ring. He does however extend his hands so that fans can give high fives if they so wish.]

#Now, look who's coming#
#Yeah, look who's back#
#Quick drop the bombshell straight to the track#
#The 21st century killing machine#
#Burnt on the inside,#
#A five-headed team#

#Now I'm not the same because you're not the same,#
#Well you're not the same the because I'm not the same,#
#We're not the same, this could never be the same#
#and we just wanna survive...#

[When Mace gets to the ring he walks around it keeping his eyes focused on the centre. Half way around he stops and slides into the ring. He stands in the centre, and raises his arms again, much to the delight of the crowd.]

#Get up#
#Get up#
#Get up#
#Drop the Bombshell#

#Get up#
#Get up#
#This is out of control#
#Get up#
#Get up#
#Get up#
#Drop the Bombshell#

#Get up#
#Get up#
#Get down...#

[Mace goes turnbuckle to turnbuckle, standing on the second rope, raising his arms again. Each time another explosion of cheers rocks the arena.]

#Now you are the same, because you want it all,#
#and you want the transmit cause you want the call,#
#and you want the one that makes the worlds collide,#
#but since that has happened who knows what's inside...#

#I'm not same#
#You're not the same#
#You're not the same, and#
#I'm not the same...#

#Get up#
#Get up#
#Get up#
#Drop the Bombshell#

#Get up#
#Get up#
#This is out of control#

#Get up#
#Get up#
#Get up#
#Drop the Bombshell#

#Get up#
#Get up#
#Get down...#

#Get up! Get up!#
#Drop the Bombshell!#
#Get up! Get up!#
#Drop the Bombshell!#

[After he's done making his rounds, Mace stands in the centre of the ring, staring up the ramp, waiting the arrival of Nighthawk.

[The shot now cuts to the backstage area again and the MSWA Mid-South Heavyweight Champion Nighthawk comes out of a dressing room and starts a slow walk towards the entranceway. He is dressed all in black, with black athletic shoes, black jeans, and a black jersey with the words "A Match Forged from Destiny..." on the front and "A Feud Forged from BLOOD! (Nighthawk vs. Mace, February 16th, 2003)" on the back in red letters. A black leather jacket is over the jersey and the championship belt is visable around his waist. White and black leather workout gloves cover his hands as he clenches and unclenches his fists. A black baseball hat with the words "Reign of Pain" in green letters on the front sits on his head and mirrored sunglasses cover his eyes. As he walks towards the entrance, he rolls his shoulders forwards and back and then rotates his head a few times to loosen his neck. As he reaches the curtain, he stops and glances at the monitor to his left, which shows Mace pacing back and forth in the ring. Hopping up and down on the balls of his feet four times, Nighthawk then looks over at the camera as it zooms in towards his face.]

NIGHTHAWK: We end it tonight. One way or another...it ends tonight...

[He then turns all his attention to the entranceway as he waits for the music to hit as the shot cuts to a wide angle of the entranceway from ringside.]

STERN SHAMROCK: Prolific words from the champion. 'It ends tonight.'

SETH SANDERS: Do not use the bathroom. Do not take the dog out. Do not answer the phone. Slide that chair forward, turn the volume up, and hit record on that VCR because it doesn't get any bigger, better, or BADDER than this...

[After another brief pause, a hawk's war cry echoes throughout the arena and the crowd responds with both cheering and booing. Booing over the man about to make his entrance and cheering over the fact that they are witnessing history live as it happens. 'Conflict' by Disturbed explodes over the speakers as Nighthawk steps out onto the stage, bathed in blue light, and raises his arms into the air slowly as he leans his head back and yells.]

LOU WALSH: AND HIS OPPONENT...From Detroit, Michigan...he weighs 236 lbs...he is THE MSWA MID-SOUTH HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...THE REIGN OF PAIN...HE IS...NIGHTHAWK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#You are...ENEMY!!!!#
#You are my hated ENEMY!!!!#
#Here I am...ENEMY!!!!#
#A number one rated ENEMY!!!!#

[Nighthawk quickly walks down the ramp, the swirling blue strobe lights reflecting off the lenses of his sunglasses. As he gets in the ring, he stares at Mace for a moment and then hops up on the turnbuckle and rips the belt off os his waist, holding it high above his head. As he does, blue flames jump up from the other three ring posts and lick the air before disappearing back into the darkness.]

SETH SANDERS: That's new...

STERN SHAMROCK: Notce he doesn't have Brandi with him tonight...

SETH SANDERS: All the mind games are over now. With everything that's gone down with these two, neither guy can psyche the other one out. Hawk knows it and isn't going to waste his time.

[Nighthawk hops down and throws the belt right in Mace's face as he tears off his leather jacket. Mace looks ready to lunge at him, but referee Barry Alexander gets in his way. Nighthawk, still wearing his baseball hat and sunglasses, stares at Mace from the corner as the lights come up to normal and the music finally fades. Referee Alexander takes the belt and stands in the middle of the ring, holding it up above his head as flashbulbs go off throughout the arena. Then, like the first rifle-shot that signalled the beginning of the Revolutionary War...the bell rings.]

STERN SHAMROCK: There we go! Sixty minutes...and counting!

[Nighthawk slowly steps forwards, still with his hat and glasses on, and Mace does the same until they meet in the center of the ring going eye to eye, their noses just inches apart. Nighthawk says something quietly that the camera can't pick up and Mace responds. The conversation seems to get more heated as they jaw back and forth and the crowd noise reaches a fever pitch. Finally, Mace cocks his arm back to swing but Nighthawk stops him by stepping back a step and holding up his hands, signalling for Mace to wait. Nighthawk then takes off the sunglasses and tosses them into the baseball hat before flipping it out to ringside. He then signals for Mace to wait a moment again before very slowly and very deliberatly lifting his right arm and pointing out at the crowd, his eyes never leaving Mace's. Mace slowly turns his head and looks in that direction and the crowd on that side erupts. Nighthawk then puts that arm down and raises his left arm, pointing to the left side and Mace glances over and the crowd erupts on that side as well.]

STERN SHAMROCK: I could be wrong, but it appears as if Nighthawk is telling Mace to take a second to enjoy this moment.

SETH SANDERS: The veteran passing along more knowledge to the rookie, Stern. That's all it is.

[As Nighthawk points to the different sides and Mace looks out at the crowd, the majority of the audience gets to their feet applauding these two great superstars. As both men breathe it in, Nighthawk stomps his foot on the mat. Then again. And again. Each strike faster than the last and despite the crowd's hatred of him, they respond and within seconds, the entire arena is on their feet stamping their feet as hard and as loud as they can as Nighthawk and Mace both smile in spite of themselves.]

STERN SHAMROCK: I've never heard anything like this in my life!

SETH SANDERS: And the scary thing is, they haven't even started fighting yet!

[After taking a step back from each other and soaking it all in, Nighthawk and Mace regain eye contact, nod in agreement, and then come charging into each other like two clashing tornadoes, trading rights and lefts going toe-to-toe as the crowd level gets even louder.]

STERN SHAMROCK: NOW they're fighting!

SETH SANDERS: And they won't stop for the next fifty-eight minutes!

[Nighthawk ducks under a right hand and comes up with an uppercut that rocks Mace. He then fires right uppercuts into the body before hitting a left hook to the temple and a straight right to the nose that sends Mace backwards and reeling into the corner. Nighthawk charges in immediatly and whips him across the ring, following up with a huge splash...]

STERN SHAMROCK: NO! Mace got his leg up and he punted Nighthawk right in the sternum as he charged in!

SETH SANDERS: He may have broken his ribs!

[With Nighthawk hunched over and gasping for air, Mace (with blood already dripping down from his nose) charges in and hooks his foe with a picture perfect...]

STERN SHAMROCK: DEFIANCE! MACE HIT THE DEFIANCE!

SETH SANDERS: NO! Nighthawk's hurt early!

STERN SHAMROCK: COVER HIM MACE!

SETH SANDERS: You and your partiality Marion, it makes me sick...

[Mace doesn't have the chance to cover, as Nighthawk immediatly rolls to the outside to avoid a pinfall but Mace is out right after him, determined to capitalize on the advantage. With Nighthawk dazed and reeling, Mace catches up to him from behind and launches him into the steel steps. With Nighthawk down, Mace picks up the top section of the stairs and drives them down into Nighthawk's body like a battering ram.]

SETH SANDERS: Less than ten minutes in and this is already getting out of hand.

[Mace then grabs the TV cable and throttles Nighthawk around the neck with it, not letting go until Nighthawk reaches up and blindly pokes Mace in the eye, causing Mace to drop him.]

STERN SHAMROCK: Nighthawk desperate to put some distance between he and Mace so he can recuperate.

[Nighthawk dives back into the ring as the referee's count reaches eight and Mace charges after him. As soon as Mace slides under the ropes, Nighthawk brings his knee up right under Mace's jaw, snapping his head back and Nighthawk cinches the Prey Catcher, dragging Mace into the middle of the ring before sitting down on it.]

SETH SANDERS: BEAUTIFUL!

STERN SHAMROCK: Mace was over-anxious and the ring veteran capitalized. Mace is fighting it though...

[Mace tries valiently to reach the ropes but Nighthawk has it locked in perfectly and finally Mace has no choice but to tap out.]

LOU WALSH: Nighthawk takes the first fall by submission with the Prey Catcher. The score is Nighthawk 1...Mace 0. The match will now continue!

[Nighthawk is forced to release the hold but now he has a clear-cut advantage as Mace's face is a dark red/almost purple color and he is obviously disoriented. Nighthawk rolls him up in a school-boy hoping to jump ahead 2-0, but Mace kicks out at 2.]

SETH SANDERS: Hawk should have never agreed to an Ironman match. If this were one fall, he'd be in the locker room celebrating right now.

STERN SHAMROCK: But it's not. This is a long way from being over and while he did catch Mace in a mistake, I'd call that quick decision a fluke in my estimation.

SETH SANDERS: A fluke? What match are you watching, Marion? NOBODY gets out of the Prey Catcher and that's a fact.

STERN SHAMROCK: For the last time, it's Stern...

[With Mace in trouble, Nighthawk measures him before running up from behind and planting him with a bulldog headlock. He then plants some boots to the back of Mace's head as he really starts to enjoy himself. A sudden roar goes up from the crowd that confuses Nighthawk, Alexander, and the commentators until they all look up towards the stage and see the Authority (Adam-X, Alex Constantine, Napalm, and newest member Jeff Kushner) come out onto the stage carrying coolers and lawn chairs. Adam waives at Nighthawk cheerily and is met with a middle finger in response. Adam simply shrugs as the Authority sets up shop at the top of the ramp, taking their seats and passing 'refreshments' around as they crack them out of the cooler.]

SETH SANDERS: They can't do that!

STERN SHAMROCK: Looks like Mace just got another cheering section...

SETH SANDERS: Marshall won't stand for this. Those idiots have no right to be out here.

STERN SHAMROCK: Family takes care of its own, Seth. They're there to root on their stablemate and keep him out of the Darkness.

SETH SANDERS: Then do it from the dressing room.

[In the ring, Nighthawk waistlocks Mace and clotheslines him on the top rope. He then bounces off the ropes and hits a somersault legdrop before locking in an X-Choke around the neck of Mace. It's well applied, but Mace uses his upper-body strength to shove Nighthawk off of him. As Mace struggles to get to his feet, Nighthawk charges the corner and jumps off with a perfect springboard clothesline, but Mace sees it coming and charges forward, driving his shoulder into Nighthawk's sternum in mid-air and sending him crashing to the canvas with a spear.]

STERN SHAMROCK: That's the second time Nighthawk has been caught in mid-air by Mace!

SETH SANDERS: I thought I saw blood fly out of his mouth on that one!

[Nighthawk is clutching his ribs and rolling around on the canvas in agony as Mace gets his bearings back. Nighthawk pulls himself up to his feet but Mace is ready and he cuts Nighthawk down with a huge clothesline. As he regains the momentum, the camera shifts back up to the stage where the Authority are now all holding up large pro-Mace signs that look like they were designed by teenaged girls. The exception is Napalm, who holds up a sign reading 'GO HAWK!' Adam turns and sees it, slapping Napalm in the shoulder. Napalm looks at the sign and then sheepishly turns it over so it now reads 'GO BRONX!"]

SETH SANDERS: These guys are a waste of air...

STERN SHAMROCK: The Authority is having some fun tonight.

SETH SANDERS: We'll see how much fun they're having when Mace becomes Ripper's whipping boy.

[Mace, regaining his strength by the second, grabs Nighthawk by his ears and picks him up off the mat. He then lifts him up over his head in an impressive press slam. Instead of tossing him to the canvas however, Mace charges forward and vaults Nighthawk over the top rope, sending him crashing through the announce table to the arena floor.]

STERN SHAMROCK: Oh my God! Nighthawk is dead!

SETH SANDERS: Mace should be disqualified for that!

[Mace looks out at the crowd as they roar approval and he then goes out and picks up the hapless Nighthawk, rolling him back in the ring before going for a cover.]

STERN SHAMROCK: Here comes the tie.

[Barry Alexander makes the count...]

One...

Two....

Thre-

SETH SANDERS: HAWK KICKED OUT!

STERN SHAMROCK: I can't believe it and neither can Mace! He's yelling at Barry Alexander about a slow count...

[As Mace and Alexander disagree about the count, Nighthawk comes up on his knees from behind and uppercuts Mace right in the groin, following through into a rollup.]

One...

Two...

THREE!

STERN SHAMROCK: NO! Mace got the shoulder up in the nick of time! Barry Alexander is calling it off!

SETH SANDERS: Now THAT was a slow count!

[Nighthawk tries to pick Mace up off the canvas but the Bronx Buster, figuring turn-about is fair play, uppercuts Nighthawk in the groin this time and plants him with a devastating powerbomb into a pin combination.]

One...

Two...

SETH SANDERS: You can't keep a good Hawk down!

STERN SHAMROCK: Nighthawk kicks out and we are at the ten minute mark. Fifty minutes to go in this MSWA Championship match.

[The camera cuts back to the stage, where the Authority have a four-man wave going on to try to egg Mace on. Napalm screws up the timing though and the other three yell at him before they all sit back down.]

SETH SANDERS: Napalm should become the national spokesman for birth control.

STERN SHAMROCK: Well, I don't think they did too many waves in the Halls of Chaos...

[Mace bounces Nighthawk off the ropes and drives him into the mat with a crushing powerslam. He the lifts Nighthawk off the canvas and goes to work with clubbing forearms to the back and neck. Nighthawk tries to fight back with shots to the midsection, but Mace shrugs them off as he pounds on Nighthawk with everything he has. He then whips Nighthawk into the corner and charges in for a spear but Nighthawk shoots both legs up and Mace goes right underneath him into the ringpost. Nighthawk then rolls him up from behind and gets both feet on the ropes as Alexander counts the shoulders.]

One...

Two...

THREE.

STERN SHAMROCK: That was disgraceful!

SETH SANDERS: That was GENIUS! Hawk's up 2-zip!

[The Authority is yelling at Alexander from the stage but then security comes out to escort them back to the dressing room. That doesn't go over too well and Adam tosses one right off the stage, causing the rest to back off as the Authority insist on remaining in the arena for the match. In the ring, Nighthawk is going to work on Mace's shoulder that had hit the ringpost and he locks in a picture-perfect chickenwing. Mace drives his weight forward and ducks low however, breaking the hold when Nighthawk is driven face-first into the turnbuckle. Giving the champion no time to breathe, Mace waistlocks him, gets him high into the air and runs forward, driving him to the canvas in a spinebuster. He drops two elbows and Nighthawk expects a third and rolls, but Mace waits on him and then drops the third elbow. He goes for a cover but Nighthawk is out at two and Mace begins to show signs of frustration. He stomps Nighthawk repeatedly in the ribs but then out of nowhere Nighthawk catches his foot as it's coming down, wrapping his legs around the knee and wrenching Mace to the ground in a knee bar. Mace screams in pain but breaks the hold by shooting his other leg out and kicking Nighthawk in the face, busting him open around the mouth.]

SETH SANDERS: It's not called the Blood Feud for nothing...

[Both men stagger to their feet in an eery reminder of their Last Man Standing match at Reindeer Games. With Mace hunched over clutching his knee, Nighthawk charges and connects with a crushing running DDT that bounces Mace off the mat like a pogo stick. With the Bronx Buster down, Nighthawk goes to the top rope and flies off with an elbow that connects to the throat in an unusual move for him. He goes for a cover, but Mace is out before the ref even counts two. Mace gets up and is met with a crushing superkick to the jaw. Another cover by Nighthawk and another kickout by Mace at the count of two.]

STERN SHAMROCK: With a 2-0 lead, I'm a little surprised Nighthawk isn't wrestling a little more conservatively. He's taking the fight to Mace.

SETH SANDERS: Hawk doesn't run from anybody. He'll fight you until there's nothing left in his body.

STERN SHAMROCK: I can say the same for Mace. These are two of the toughest guys in our business.

[Nighthawk sets up for another superkick, but Mace ducks and Barry Alexander gets it right in the jaw, sending him crumpling to the ground in a heap.]

STERN SHAMROCK: Barry Alexander just had his head taken off!

SETH SANDERS: Hey, better him than me.

[With Nighthawk momentarily distracted as the ref hits the canvas, Mace grabs him from behind in a pump-handle slam. He then picks Nighthawk up and sets him down on the top turnbuckle, attempting a superplex. Instead, Nighthawk claws his eyes, hits him with a forearm shiver, and then hooks Mace's head in a front facelock, LEAPING backwards and DDTing Mace off the top rope through the timekeeper's table on the outside. In the process, Nighthawk lands very hard on his back as well and both men are down and motionless.]

STERN SHAMROCK: Top rope DDT to the outside through the table! My God both men are decimated! The referee is down, Nighthawk is down, Mace is down, we got the remanats from two tables littering ringside, and we're only twenty minutes in!

[With the crowd egging both men on to continue the battle, although certainly providing more encouragement to Mace, both wrestlers start to stir. Mace rolls over onto his stomache and wraps both arms over his head in agony as Nighthawk tucks his knees into his stomach and tries to take a full breath. Finally, Nighthawk pulls himself to his feet and looks around wearily. He finds what he is looking for in a steel chair, and as Mace gets to his knees, he's leveled in the face with it.]

[With the crowd egging both men on to continue the battle, although certainly providing more encouragement to Mace, both wrestlers start to stir. Mace rolls over onto his stomache and wraps both arms over his head in agony as Nighthawk tucks his knees into his stomach and tries to take a full breath. Finally, Nighthawk pulls himself to his feet and looks around wearily. He finds what he is looking for in a steel chair, and as Mace gets to his knees, he's leveled in the face with it.]

STERN SHAMROCK: They may have to stop this one before someone gets killed.

WHACK!

[Nighthawk delivers another shot to the back of Mace's head. On the stage, the Authority looks ready to storm the ring but now an entire army of security prevents them from doing so. Nighthawk picks up Mace's hapless body and rolls him into the ring, coming in after him with the chair in tow. Nighthawk looks out at the Authority members being held back on the stage before targeting Adam specifically, pointing right at him and yelling at the top of his lungs:]

NIGHTHAWK: This one's for you, partner!

[As Mace woozily starts to get to his feet, Nighthawk lines him up for a homerun swing. His plans are suddenly altered however as Barry Alexander comes to and gets slowly up to his knees. Thinking quickly, Nighthawk calls out Mace's name. Mace turns instinctively and Nighthawk tosses the chair to him. As Mace catches it, Nighthawk hits the ground and screams, grabbing his head. The referee turns around to see Nighthawk down and writhing as Mace stands holding the steel chair. He immediately calls for the bell.]

LOU WALSH: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has disqualified Mace and awards a decision to Nighthawk!

SETH SANDERS: Three to nothing! Nighthawk has a shutout going! STERN SHAMROCK: Can you believe this? These fans are ready to riot...

[The booing has reached cataclysmic proportions as Adam looks ready to take over the match himself from the stage. Security finally succeeds in clearing the Authority to the backstage area but not after Adam makes numerous threats in Nighthawk's direction, who in turn leans against the ropes and grins at him. Turning his attention back to Mace, he is met with a big boot to the face that drops him to the canvas. Mace wastes no time in pouncing on him, driving rights and lefts into his head with frightening intensity. Blood flows freely down his face from the chairshots and his face wears the proverbial mask of crimson. Nighthawk is bleeding badly from his mouth and another cut opens above his eye following this barrage of blows.]

LOU WALSH: Ladies and gentlemen, thirty minutes have gone by in the matchup. Thirty minutes remain in this Ironman Championship Matchup!

STERN SHAMROCK: We have to take a break folks! Don't touch that dial and we will be back in a few short moments with the rest of what has already been a classic between two of the greats in this industry. Stay tuned!

[Fade away to a shot of Sanders and Shamrock staring intently at the ring.]

[As we come back from commercial Mace whips Hawk into the ringpost on the outside, causing another explosion of cheers from the audience.]

SHAMROCK: We're back. The score is still 3 - 0 in favour of Nighthawk, but Mace has the advantage, and I don't think it will be long before he dismantles the Hawk.

SANDERS: He better hurry up. There's only 25 minutes left, and he's down 3 points. And in the case of a tie, the champ retains! Mace, welcome to the Darkness.

SHAMROCK: There's still plenty of time for a guy like Mace.

[With Hawk leaning against the ringpost, Mace picks up the ring steps, and charges at Hawk. Hawk ducks out of the way, and the ringsteps bounce back and catch Mace in the throat.]

SANDERS: Not if he keeps making mistakes like that.

[Hawk is quick to capitalize, as he rolls Mace into the ring. Hawk grabs the ringsteps and throws them into the ring. Barry Alexander is quick however and quickly removes them. Not to be thwarted in his plans to cheat his way to victory, Hawk goes over to the corner, and promptly removes the cover from the turnbuckle. Mace has staggered to his feet, by this point. Hawk grabs Mace by the hair and leads him to the exposed turnbuckle.]

SHAMROCK: Hawk now slamming Mace's face into that exposed turnbuckle. And a cut has opened on Mace's forehead. Now it's certain that both men will be wearing a crimson mask by the end of this match.

[After 7 shots into the turnbuckle, Hawk turns Mace around so that he's facing into the ring. Hawk walks across the ring to the opposite corner, and charges in with a body avalanche, but Mace gets out of the way.]

SHAMROCK: Nighthawk hit his head on that exposed turnbuckle. And now Mace with a schoolboy roll-up.

[Barry Alexander with the count.]

[ONE....

[TWO...

[THREE!!]

SHAMROCK: MY GOD. Mace caught Hawk off guard and managed to put himself on the scoreboard.

SANDERS: He only has 21 minutes left though. At this pace, Mace is in for some Dark times.

[Hawk is quickly back up to his feet, and he looks frustrated. He hauls Mace up.]

SHAMROCK: SONIC BOOM!! SONIC BOOM!! HAWK GOING FOR ANOTHER PIN!

[Alexander with the count.]

[ONE...

[TWO...

[THREE!!!]

SHAMROCK: Hawk regains his 3-point lead, and things are starting to look desperate for Mace. The fans are going crazy, cheering on the Bronx Buster. I don't think anyone has sat down since this match began.

SANDERS: I can't blame them. This is one hell of a way to end this blood feud.

[Hawk doesn't let up, as he brings Mace to his feet, and immediately knocks him back down with a short arm clothesline. He goes for another pin.]

[ONE...

[TWO...

[THRE...

[Mace manages to kick out at the last second. Hawk doesn't give him a chance to breathe as he hauls him to his feet. He wraps a hand around Mace's throat and lifts him into the air. He holds him there for a few seconds before slamming the 275 lb. man to the mat.]

SHAMROCK: Hawk with an impressive show of strength there, and Mace rolls out of the ring to catch his breath, and try to collect himself.

SANDERS: Just wasting more time.

[Hawk isn't happy with that, as he slides out of the ring. Mace turns to run away. Hawk gives chase. Mace quickly rolls into the ring, Hawk follows. Just as Hawk gets to his feet, Mace nails him with a forearm smash.]

SHAMROCK: Mace catches Hawk off guard just like Hawk did earlier in the match. And he's relentless, stomping away at the prone Hawk.

[After sending 5 or 6 stomps into Hawk's midsection, Mace pulls Hawk to his feet, and Irish Whips him off the far ropes. After Hawk bounces off the ropes Mace charges at him, and leaps into the air after him.]

SHAMROCK: Lou Thesz Press by Mace, and now he's sending punch after punch into Hawk's face.

[The crowd is screaming at this point. Craving more violence, as each punch opens the cut on Hawk's forehead even more. After ten brutal monkey punches Mace hauls the bloody Hawk up to his feet, and Irish Whips him again, this time as Hawk comes back Mace lifts him up and quickly slams him back down to the mat.]

SHAMROCK: What a spinebuster by Mace. Now he's going for a pin.

[Barry Alexander drops for the count.]

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[Hawk kicks out at 2 1/2. Mace throws a few rapid punches into Hawk's temple and tries for the pin again, as Barry Alexander makes the count.]

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SHAMROCK: Hawk easily kicks out this time.

SANDERS: You're not going to pin Hawk after a few measly punches.

SHAMROCK: I'd like to see how you feel after a guy like Mace throws a few punches at you. Bet you wouldn't call them measly after that.

[Mace is getting frustrated, as he drags Hawk to his feet, and sets him up in a suplex position. He lifts Hawk into the air, but then reverses momentum and falls forward crashing Hawk's face into the mat. He rolls Hawk over, and goes for another pin. Again, Barry Alexander drops for the count.]

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SHAMROCK: NOOOO. Hawk kicks out at the last possible second. It doesn't get much closer than that. Mace knocking on the door of that next point, but he can't seem to get there.

SANDERS: Hawk is just that much better, and with about 16 minutes left, Mace's time in the Authority is winding down!

[Mace is downright pissed now, as he grabs a handful of hair, and yanks Hawk up to his feet. He Irish Whips him into the far corner, and rushes in spearing Hawk deeper into the corner. Mace backs off as Hawk stumbles out of the corner. Mace nearly takes Hawk's head off with a clothesline. With Hawk down, Mace goes for a pin. Barry Alexander drops down for another count.]

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SHAMROCK: NO...HAWK GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!! Mace just can't catch a break here.

SANDERS: You don't get breaks with a man like Hawk. You have to beat Hawk, to beat Hawk!

[Mace is furious now, as he pulls Hawk to his feet. Mace Irish Whips Hawk into the far turnbuckle and charges in with another spear. Hawk side-steps the charging Mace and Mace flies in between the second and third turnbuckle and hits his shoulder on the ringpost. Hawk pulls Mace's legs, and flips him upside down in the corner.]

SHAMROCK: Mace is now completely prone as Hawk sets him up in the tree of woe.

SANDERS: Here's where Hawk will just work over Mace.

[Sure enough, Hawk is just firing punch after punch into Mace's stretched mid-section. After 10 straight shots, Hawk walks across the ring, and charges in with a spear. Mace's body crumbles off the turnbuckle and he falls to the mat, clutching his stomach.]

SHAMROCK: Hawk definitely worked over Mace's insides there, and Mace is bleeding from his mouth. That's not good folks, that means possible internal injuries. It's hard to win a match with internal injuries.

SANDERS: And for Mace it's gonna be damn near impossible with only 14 minutes left to get 4 points.

[Hawk grabs Mace's legs and sets him up into the tree of woe again. This time he stomps away at Mace's face, worsening the cut on Mace's forehead. Hawk walks across to the opposite corner again, and charges in with a baseball slide aimed at Mace's head.]

SHAMROCK: No. Hawk missed. Mace did a sit-up from the tree of woe. My god, I've never seen that, especially from a guy who just took a devastating spear to his midsection.

[Hawk had so much momentum that he slid his legs past the post, but unfortunately for Hawk his legs split and the post delivered its own low blow. Mace climbs down off the turnbuckle to the outside. He sees the predicament Hawk is in, and a lightbulb goes off. Mace immediately goes to lock in a figure four around the ringpost, but Hawk manages to squirm and kick his way out of it, before Mace can get it locked in.]

SHAMROCK: Mace going for that vicious figure four that won him the I Quit match.

SANDERS: Hawk isn't stupid enough to fall for that twice.

[As Hawk squirmed out of the figure four, Mace fell hard onto his back on the outside. Hawk climbs the turnbuckle. He spreads his arms, like a hawk would spread his wings, before jumping off the tops with a moonsault.]

SHAMROCK: MY GOD. HAWK WITH A MOONSAULT FROM THE TOP ROPE ALL THE WAY TO THE OUTSIDE!! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!!

SANDERS: And that's why Hawk is the best. He's willing to sacrifice his body, to do more damage to his opponent. Hawk is just faster, and smarter than Mace, and that's why Hawk will be known as the last Mid South Heavyweight Champion!

SHAMROCK: I'll admit things don't look good for Mace with just over 10 minutes left here in the match, but I'll be the first to say, don't count Mace out just yet. If anyone can pull it off, it's Mace.

SANDERS: I'll give you that much, I think if anyone could do it, it would be Mace, but I just don't think he's gonna pull it off here today. No matter how bad he wants it, Hawk's just better.

[On the outside Hawk is slowly staggering to his feet. Mace is just clutching his stomach on the outside.]

SHAMROCK: Mace looks to be really hurt now. Look for Hawk to capitalise on that.

[Finally using the guardrail Hawk has managed to get to his feet. He sees Mace still writhing on the ground. Hawk walks over, and stomps on Mace's stomach. He then nonchalantly rolls Mace over onto his front.]

SHAMROCK: Hawk looks to be just toying with Mace.

[With Mace laying face down, Hawk sits on Mace's back. He then wraps his hands around Mace's chin, and pulls back. Mace almost immediately starts tapping.]

SHAMROCK: Hawk with that brutal camel clutch, and Mace is tapping. But this is a regulation match, you can't score pinfalls or submissions outside of the ring. So Hawk has no obligation to release the hold. He could keep this locked in for the final 8 minutes of this match if he wanted too.

SANDERS: See, he's just got Mace out thought at each turn. Ripper get ready for a play toy.

SHAMROCK: Mace is screaming in pain, as Hawk continues to put pressure on Mace's neck, back, and midsection.

[Hawk just laughs as he tightens the hold, and Mace's screams escalate in volume. The entire arena is now either screaming at Hawk, or cheering on Mace. Finally Hawk lets go of the hold, and pushes Mace's face into the floor as an added insult.]

SHAMROCK: Hawk finally relents, but I think the damage is done. Mace was in that camel clutch for over a minute. Mace needs 4 points in 7 minutes, and against a guy like Hawk, I just don't think that's possible.

[Hawk pulls Mace to his feet, and rolls him into the ring. Mace just lies in the centre of the ring, still clutching his stomach. Blood is pouring off the cut in his forehead, and there's now an almost steady trickle coming from his mouth. Hawk rolls into the ring himself, and pulls Mace up to his feet. He Irish Whips Mace against the ropes, and drops for a back body drop. Somehow Mace sees it coming through the mask of blood, and turns it into a DDT of his own.]

SHAMROCK: Mace with a DDT out of desperation. Both men are exhausted now, and taking a chance to rest on the mat. I don't know if Mace can afford that time, but I don't think he has much of a choice. Hawk has caused some serious injury to Mace's midsection.

SANDERS: It's all over but the crying Marion.

[Hawk manages to get to his feet first, and he helps Mace up as well. He goes for another Irish Whip, but Mace reverses it. As Hawk comes back, Mace places his hands on Hawk's midsection and lifts him up into the air. As Hawk comes back down, Mace pivots on one foot, and executes and Ace Crusher.]

SHAMROCK: DEFIANCE! DEFIANCE! DEFIANCE! MY GOD, MACE HIT THE DEFIANCE. PURE DESPERATION MOVE!!

[Instead of going for the pin, Mace hauls Hawk to his feet.]

SHAMROCK: WHAT IS HE DOING?? WHY ISN'T HE GOING FOR THE POINT??

SANDERS: Maybe he realises he's already lost, so he's just trying to inflict pain.

[Mace tucks Hawk under his arm, and hits a double arm DDT.]

SHAMROCK: BRONX BUSTER! MACE IS DEFINITELY PUNISHING HAWK NOW. PIN HIM! PIN HIM!!

[But he doesn't pin him. He actually walks over to the corner, and climbs the turnbuckle.]

SHAMROCK: I CANT' BELIEVE WHAT I'M SEEING, MACE IS GOING TO FLY!! MACE IS GOING TO FLY!!

[Mace launches himself off the top rope and hits a flying elbow right into Hawk's forehead.]

SHAMROCK: HAWK'S OUT! HE'S UNCONCIOUS. NOW MACE IS GOING FOR THE PIN!!

[Barry Alexander drops to make the count.]

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SHAMROCK: Mace gets another point. It's 4-2 now. WAIT...HE'S CALLING FOR ANOTHER PIN!!

[Alexander makes the count.]

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SHAMROCK: Another pin!! It's 4-3. My God. With Hawk still out, Mace goes for ANTOHER pin!!

[Barry Alexander stays down for the count.]

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SHAMROCK: MY GOD!! MACE HAS TIED IT UP! IT'S TIED, WITH ONLY 3 MINUTES TO GO!! MACE MAY PULL THIS OFF!!

SANDERS: I can't believe what I'm seeing. That buffoon is going for ANOTHER pin!!

[Barry Alexander drops for the count.]

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SHAMROCK: HAWK KICKS OUT!!! HAWK KICKS OUT. WE'RE TIED WITH 3 MINUTES TO GO. CAN EITHER MAN GET ONE MORE POINT IN THREE MINUTES?? MY GOD, DOES IT GET ANY BETTER THAN THIS??

SANDERS: I DON'T THINK SO. I'LL BE HONOURED TO CALL THIS MY FINAL MATCH!!!

[Both men are up, and they're leaning on the ropes for support. They charge at one another, exchanging rights and lefts. Each punch succeeds in further opening the wounds that both men have, and blood is now gushing from both men.]

SHAMROCK: They may just brawl this one to the end, which works to Nighthawk's advantage. In the case of a tie, the champ retains. But what about the Darkness stipulation. That was never clarified in the event of a tie.

SANDERS: It doesn't matter now, Hawk's starting to get the upper hand on Mace. He'll put him away one more time, and that will be that.

[After sending multiple punches into Mace's face. Hawk kicks Mace in the midsection doubling him over. Hawk hooks his arms around Mace's midsection, and hoists him into the air, flipping him over, and slamming him down on the mat.]

SHAMROCK: Beautiful gutwrench suplex by Nighthawk. He continues to go after Mace's midsection. We're down to two minutes folks. Mace needs to get one more point to win this, Nighthawk just has to hold on.

SANDERS: And hold on he will!

[With Mace down, Hawk climbs the corner turnbuckle. He leaps off flipping backwards in mid-air. But Mace rolls out of the way, and Hawk comes down hard on the mat.]

SHAMROCK: Nighthawk missed with that shooting star press, and now Mace is going for the pin.

[Barry Alexander with the count.]

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[Hawk kicks out after two. Both men struggle to their feet again, and charge at one another in another exchange of punches. Lefts and rights connecting, blood is flying everywhere.]

SANDERS: They don't call this the blood feud for nothing.

SHAMROCK: The crowd is deafening right now. They all want to see Mace pull this one of. He has less than a minute to do it now. Time is running out.

[Now Mace begins to get the upper hand in the exchange of blows. Finally he rears back and nails Hawk with a punch to the face that sends Hawk reeling backwards. Mace charges in and uses the ropes to Irish Whip Hawk across the ring. Mace charges in with a clothesline, which Hawk ducks. On the rebound however, Mace manages to catch Hawk and throw him into the air. As Hawk comes down Mace hits the patented Ace Crusher.]

SHAMROCK: DEFIANCE!! DEFIANCE!! DEFIANCE!! MACE MAY DO THIS. HE'S DROPPING FOR THE PIN. TIME IS RUNNING OUT. 3 SECONDS LEFT!

[Barry Alexander drops to make the count.]

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[The buzzer sounds, indicating that the sixty minutes is up.]

SHAMROCK: WAIT. HAWK LIFTED HIS SHOULDER! BUT WAS IT IN TIME? I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING. ALL THREE THINGS SEEMED TO HAPPEN AT ONCE. HAWK LIFTED HIS SHOULDER, TIME RAN OUT, AND BARRY ALEXANDER COUNTED THE THREE. MY GOD! WHAT'S THE DECISION.

[In the ring, Barry Alexander is not sure what to do. He's not sure what happened first either. He looks around at the crowd and seems them all on their feet, screaming at the top of their lungs. He walks over to the Lou Walsh and whispers something in his ear.

WALSH: The referee has decided to go to an instant replay to decide the outcome of this match!

[The crowd gasps in a collective shock, and suddenly all the noise dies down, as Barry Alexander walks over to a television monitor. In the ring, both Mace and Nighthawk lay on the mat, bleeding, and panting for breath.]

SHAMROCK: It doesn't get any closer than this folks. Everyone is quiet as they anxiously away the decision.

SANDERS: I can't think of a better way to end this. These two have been so on level with each other that you knew it had to be this close.

SHAMROCK: That's not what you were saying when Mace was down by three points.

SANDERS: Never count a man like Mace out.

SHAMROCK: I can't believe what I'm hearing. Are you actual showing respect for Mace.

SANDERS: After what these two have gone through for the past 4 months, how can you not?

SHAMROCK: Folks I'm stunned. Wait, Barry Alexander looks ready to make the decision.

[As Barry Alexander leaves the replay monitor, both Mace and Hawk stand in the ring. Barry Alexander grabs the championship belt, and climbs the steps into the ring. He stands in the middle and beckons for both competitors to join him in the middle. Both men oblige, and as they stand there, the whole arena is quiet. No one dares breath. Finally Barry Alexander reaches over and raises Mace's hand! The crowd goes nuts.]

SHAMROCK: HE GOT IT! HE GOT IT! MACE PULLED IT OFF!! WHAT A FINISH! WHAT A FINISH!!

[Without warning Nighthawk snatches the belt from Barry Alexander's hands, and pushes Barry Alexander out of the way. Mace and Nighthawk stare into each other's eyes. Suddenly Hawk extends the belt out towards Mace. Mace reaches out his hand to take it, but Hawk drops the belt. He quickly grabs Mace's hand, and shakes it a few times, before rolling out of the ring, and making his way up the ramp. Mace just stands in the ring dumbfounded at what just happened. Suddenly the Authority comes pouring out of the backstage area. They rush past Nighthawk, and into the ring. They're carrying champagne bottles.]

SHAMROCK: Nighthawk with a rare show of sportsmanship. As it looks like the Authority has come to celebrate with Mace.

SANDERS: Marshall isn't going to be happy about this.

[As the champagne flies, Adam X and Alex Constantine hoist Mace onto their shoulders. Jeff Kushner grabs the belt from the mat, and hands it up to Mace who holds it over his head, as the crowd explodes into cheers of deafening levels.]

SHAMROCK: He's done it. Mace has proved he's the best. What a day for Mace and the Authority, and wrestling fans everywhere.

SANDERS: I don't think I've ever seen a match like that Stern, and I don't know if I ever will again.

SHAMROCK: Did you just call me Stern?

SANDERS: Maybe.

SHAMROCK: Well, we're absolutely out of time. For Seth Sanders, I'm Stern Shamrock, thank you for watching. This day will go down in history and I'm proud to be a part of it. Thank you, and Good night!

[Wildfire goes off the air, with the image of Mace in the hair, holding the belt, as his fellow Authority members and everyone in Lincoln, Nebraska cheer him on.]

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