Sunday 30th March
Live from the Pengrowth Saddledome, Calgary, Alberta

The C-TV logo fades in and out, and into a preview video. The faces of Scottie Rayda and El Kabong Jr fade in and out respectively, before a haze fills the screen. As the haze disappears, we see footage from the two battle royals, reminding us how Rayda and Kabong made it to the main event. Finally, we move into footage from last week's contract signing. A silence fills the footage of Rayda and Kabong shaking hands, before Rayda delivers the cheap shot, and the chorus to Linkin Park's "In The End" crashes in over the video. The brawl continues, ending on a shot of a cake-covered Rayda staring up at El Kabong. A 3D version of the Origins logo spins onto the screen.

Voiceover; And now, Creation Wrestling proudly presents...Origins...

The logo disappears into a shot of the pitch black arena. A blue crosshair searches the arena, and as it finds it's way onto the canvas of the ring, blue pyros explode from the ringposts. As they die out, blue rockets slide their way up the edges of the aisle, chased by blue neon lights that sit under the ramp, before reaching the stage, and setting matching sets of pyro into motion! Alternating sets of blue and white rockets blow towards the ceiling, exploding over the arena, covering it in a haze of colour as the crowd cheers. The final set explodes, and the lights come back on. "In The End" begins to play again, and the crowd wave their signs in the air, going crazy as the PPV gets up and running!

Dean Nathaniel; Welcome everyone to Creation Wrestling Origins! What a night this is going to be in the sold-out Pengrowth Saddledome! We are live from the very heart and soul of wrestling itself here in Calgary Alberta, as we bring our first pay-per-view to your television screens! I am Dean Nathaniel at ringside with Robert Purcell, and Robert, what a night this will be!

Robert Purcell; I'll say! You know me Dean, I'm not easy to impress, but this is going to be an amazing night of action! I can't wait!

Dean Nathaniel; Nor can any of these fans! Each and every one of these fans is making a huge amount of noise, and these are the moments you live for as a wrestler! This is a historic moment for all involved!

Robert Purcell; It sure is! And in 20 years time, when people say "Where were you when Scottie Rayda won his first World title?", you can turn and say "I was there"!

The lights slowly dim down to black, as an eerie silence falls over the crowd. The sounds of far-off footsteps are heard for a moment, and all of a sudden an image of a tidal wave tears through the big screen, as the lights rush back on. "Surfin' USA" by Pennywise hits, and immediately rocks the crowd as twin white pyros shoot up on either side of the stage. In the midst of the fireworks and music, Drachen Hall walks out onto the stage with his mentor, Chris Steele, following close behind. The two fighters walk out onto the top of the ramp. Drachen looks out to the ring as Steele taunts the crowd to ever-increasing disrespect, before solemnly walking down the ramp as muted blue fireworks race up either side of the ramp, and back down again. Drachen stops at the end of the ramp as Steele continues to follow, and looks both ways to the crowd, before sprinting into the ring. He rolls in and uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, waiting for his opponents as Steele walks around the apron, shouting encouragement, between the odd curse aimed at the front row.

Dean Nathaniel; And we kick off tonight's action with the first of our semi-final matchups! This contest pits Drachen Hall, Bane and Marcello Dias against one another, for the opportunity to take their shot at the International title later tonight!

Robert Purcell; I don't know who to go for! Drachen Hall and Bane were so well matched on Genesis, I can't choose between them!

Dean Nathaniel; You can't discount Marcello Dias in this contest!

Robert Purcell; Why not?

The lights around the entrance dim as jungle sounds fill the arena, accompanied by images of Brazil on the video screen. "Roots Bloody Roots" erupts and tribal light patterns swirl across the entrance, before turning to yellow and green strobes as Marcello Dias and Angelina walk out onto the top of the ramp to a huge pop, being the first faces of the night to appear in person. Dias locks his eyes on Hall, before taking off down the rampway and diving into the ring, holding the ropes open for Angelina. Angelina poses on one side of the ring as Dias assumes a Capoeira stance, psyching himself out for the beginning of the contest. Hall looks at him, Steele jumping onto the apron, and speaking more words of encouragement to Hall.

Dean Nathaniel; Look at the focus in Dias' eyes, Robert. He is not gonna let this go without a fight.

Robert Purcell; Nor are any of the other two!

Dean Nathaniel; If there's a match out there harder to call than this one, I sure as hell have not seen it.

An incredible jeer arises, as a haunting piano melody plays softly out of the loudspeakers. The words 'God of Pain' flash up on the video screen and mist rises slowly from the floor. Suddenly the haunting melody stops, leaving the place in silence. With a loud crack of thunder, "Between Angels and Insects" by Papa Roach blares out of the loud speakers as the tall figure of Bane makes its way down to the ring drenched in black. Slowly walking, ignoring the ever-present jeers from the fans, with a sadistic grin and evil eyes, Bane climbs into the ring, as the lights begin flickering on and off. He then pulls a baseball bat out of his cloak and sets it down on the ring apron. He stands up and looks out at his two opponents with menace.

Robert Purcell; You know what, forget everything I just said. This man here, Bane is my choice for this match.

Dean Nathaniel; Bane certainly does have a couple of advantages over the other two, not only in height, weight and power, but in Chris Cairns! The man is certainly more cunning than Angelina or Chris Steele, and he cannot be taken lightly as a possible factor in the outcome of this matchup!

Robert Purcell; Two brilliant minds together, like The Black Circle, is a recipe for success!

Dean Nathaniel; Well some of their recent doings have been anything but brilliant! Only time will tell, Robert!

The bell sounds, and the crowd watch with anticipation. The three men turn their heads to look at one another, and as Hall and Bane do, they turn and attack Dias. The crowd jeers, and Angelina shakes her head as Bane and Hall push Dias into the corner. They team him with alternating right hands, before walking him to the middle of the ropes and throwing him across the ring. Dias hits the opposing ropes, coming back with an athletic flying double clothesline! He rolls over onto his feet, meeting Drachen Hall with another clothesline, and another, before ducking a right swing and knocking him down with an uppercut! The fans are on their feet, shouting their support as Dias turns to Bane, who is on his knees, but the big man springs up and levels him with a brutal clothesline of his own! He stands back up and over Dias, laughing at him, but Drachen Hall sneaks up behind and rolls Bane up! Bane is shocked by the unexpected pin attempt, but manages to kick out in the nick of time!

Dean Nathaniel; A sneaky move there by Hall!

Robert Purcell; Almost as sneaky as Bane's attempts to defeat him on Wednesday!

Hall gets quickly up, meeting Bane with a couple of high forearms. He backs Bane into the ropes, driving his shoulder into the midsection. He steps back and comes in with another shoulder, as Dias gets up. Dias runs over and leapfrogs Hall as he attempts another shoulder charge, landing on Bane, and sending him crashing into Hall with a monkey flip! The crowd goes wild as Dias stands up, staring at his two opponents as they lie in a heap in the middle of the ring. He goes over quickly to them, standing back first, and delivering a standing moonsault! He creases the two of them up, and Hall rolls away holding his chest in pain as Dias covers Bane. Bane again makes a kickout.

Dean Nathaniel; Already we're seeing the problems that arise in triple threat matches. Just as you think you're onto something, you've got one man cornered, the third man comes back and surprises you both.

Dias gets up, watching as Bane picks himself up. He hits the ropes, running past Bane slightly and wrapping his arm around Bane's head. He attempts the Retorcer, but Bane pushes up and throws Dias feet across the ring, landing the Brazilian stomach-first across the top rope! Dias hangs over the rope for a moment, before dropping to the mat, creased up in pain. Bane swaggers over, Angelina banging the mat with her hand and willing Dias on. Bane drags him up and tosses him hard into the corner, before taking him by the wrist and whipping him into the opposite with velocity. Dias staggers back out, and Bane catches him around the waist. He suspends Dias upside-down, setting up The Implosion!

Robert Purcell; If he hits this, it's goodnight!

Dean Nathaniel; I don't think Drachen Hall is gonna allow him the chance!

Before Bane can deliver the knockout blow, Hall runs over and delivers a shot to the back of the head. Dias falls to the mat relatively safely as Drachen forces Bane forward, leaning over the ropes. He jams his elbow into the back of the neck, before wrapping his hands around Bane's head and the rope, using it to choke him. The referee has a brief go at Hall, before he lets go. Hall takes his hands away and holds them up, allowing a moment, before grabbing Bane. He runs him across the ring slightly, tossing him shoulder-first into the steel post!

Dean Nathaniel; I don't think I've ever seen Bane take this much punishment in such a short space of time. Neither of these men is a match for him statistically, and yet the so-called God Of Pain is the one on the recieving end!

Robert Purcell; There's time yet.

Bane falls down in the corner, holding his shoulder in pain as Hall swaggers around cockily. The fans are unsure whether to cheer or not, but their minds are soon made up when he goes over to Dias, suffering a surprising barrage of shots to the face. Dias gets to his feet, continuing the assault, but Hall counters with a thumb to the eye! The crowd jeer as he throws Dias into the ropes, catching him in the setup for The Lunatic High! He takes a moment too long to look around and laugh, and Dias counters into the Fractura! He locks in the reverse Fujiwara armbar, and Hall screams in pain as the hold puts tremendous pressure on his arm!

Dean Nathaniel; This could be it! Dias has this hold well and truly locked in!

Robert Purcell; The ropes are well within Hall's grasp, if he just makes a bit of an effort to get there!

Hall begins to drag himself towards the ropes, pulling Dias across with him, but just as he stretches his arm out, Dias drags him back towards the middle! The fans are on their feet as Dias seems set to take his place in the final! Hall raises his arm ready to tap, but before he can make the decisive move, Bane breaks up the submission with an elbowdrop! The crowd jeers in disappointment as Bane gets up, dragging Dias to his feet. Dias begins to fight him off with more right hands, but Bane immediately grabs him by the throat! He raises Dias up, but the Brazilian counters that with a Japanese armdrag! Bane rolls over towards the ropes, and Dias gets to his feet. He runs over and attempts to clothesline Bane over, but Bane catches him by the chest. Dias shakes his head in a brief moment of realisation and fear, before Bane launches him to the outside with a belly to belly!

Dean Nathaniel; We've seen that move before from Bane, and each time it looks even more devastating!

Robert Purcell; I think it's safe to say Dias won't be playing a part in this match for a good few minutes...that's if Bane doesn't finish this one off before he gets a chance to come back!

Bane stares at Hall, who gets a warning from Steele as Bane stands over him. Despite the warnings, Hall staggers right into the grasp of Bane, who raises him into position for the finishing move! Bane looks out into the jeering fans, but Drachen manages to push himself free, landing behind Bane, and swinging him up and down with an incredible Angle Slam! Steele looks on in anticipation as Hall makes a cover for one, two, but no! Bane gets his shoulder up!

Dean Nathaniel; No! Bane kicked out! What a fantastic match to kick things off here at Origins! Drachen Hall thought he had that final place signed, sealed and delivered!

Hall puts his hands on his head, looking around in despair. He quickly moves on, getting to his feet, and signalling for an end to this matchup. He looks around at the crowd, who begin to warm to the idea of him winning this contest as he prepares to put Bane away! Bane staggers up, unusually for him, and Hall catches him around the chest. He drops down, delivering The Lunatic High, but Bane is unmoved! Amazingly, Bane stands unpeturbed by the move, and he grabs Hall by the neck. He drags Drachen to his feet, raising him high into the air and smashing him down into the mat! Everyone looks on in total shock as Bane makes the cover, one, two, shoulder up! Hall shocks the fans just as much, kicking out of the chokeslam!

Robert Purcell; I don't believe it!

Dean Nathaniel; I don't think anyone does! I shudder when I think if this is how far these men will go in this match, what extraordinary lengths will they go to in the ladder match?

Robert Purcell; I'm scared to find out!

Bane stares at Drachen Hall both in shock and anger, pissed off at the fact that this match continues on. He looks out at the fans and signals for the ending, the crowd jeering, and Angelina doing her best to get Dias up and back into this match. Bane picks up Hall, lifting him over his right shoulder. He circles, and the crowd jeer as Bane looks set to deliver The Implosion! He turns full circle and shifts Hall across, but before he can deliver the move Dias knocks him down with a chopblock!

Robert Purcell; Oh for f**ks sake!

Dean Nathaniel; That's the third time Bane has been within a drop of the final, and on each occasion he has been thwarted!

Hall rolls out to the edge of the ring as Bane gets up to meet Dias, who knocks him back into the ropes. He whips Bane across the ring, but the big man reverses. He attempts a back body drop, but Dias slides through his legs, springing to his feet, and delivering the Cyclone Kick! Bane hits the ground with the impact, and the fans look on as Dias prepares to end this match! He climbs up onto the top rope, preparing to hit the Copo de Gra�a, but Drachen Hall stands up on the apron, pushing Dias forward, and crotching him on the rope below! Dias falls to the outside of the ring as Hall stands up, getting onto the top rope himself! Steele beckons him on, but as Hall looks away, Bane gets to his feet and runs the rope. Hall finds himself sitting on the top turnbuckle, as Bane knocks him from his perch!

Robert Purcell; This is a huge opportunity for Bane!

Bane climbs up in front of Hall, standing on the second rope, and lifting Hall up. He wraps his huge arms around Hall's chest, and without a moment's warning, launches him across the ring with a super belly to belly! Drachen is left crippled on the mat, and Bane crawls over slowly. He reaches and drapes his arm over Hall, to the gasps of the crowd, and the referee begins to count. Dias tries desperately to make it over and break up the count, willed on by the fans, but the referee counts one, two, three! The bell sounds, and Bane's music hits as he rolls out of the ring, holding his back in pain, but raising an arm in victory!

Dean Nathaniel; This title just became a lot harder to win!

Robert Purcell; If ever there was a way to remind everyone just why they should be wary of you, that was it! And I ask you, is there any thought scarier than that man in a ladder match?

Dean Nathaniel; That certainly is a fearsome prospect for the winner of our other semi-final match to have!

Bane walks off stage with his typically sadistic smile, as Drachen Hall is helped from ringside by Chris Steele. We go backstage, where two-thirds of The Super Dudes, 'White Hot' Walt Houston and 'Sexy' Steve Sanders, stand talking to one another.

Walt Houston; C'mon, dude, I really think you should ask Melissa Cage out.

Steve Sanders; B-b-but sh-she's...uh, g-got that th-th-thing with her...uh, br-brother!

Walt Houston; They don't do that sort of stuff in California, Stevie! Only Arkansas, Oklahoma and Mississipi! And certain parts of Louisiana!

Steve Sanders; B-but sh-she c-could...uh,um k-k-kick m-my ass...

Walt Houston; Isn't that part of the attraction? Shhhh...here comes Katie Robinson...

Sure enough, here comes Katie Robinson with a microphone in hand. Houston and Sanders turn and stare at her as she faces the camera, seemingly addressing the crowd and the viewers.

Katie Robinson; Katie Robinson reporting, backstage at the first ever Creation Wrestling pay-per-view, Origins. I am here to talk to The Super Dudes to find out the exact location of the joint number one contender for the Creation Heavyweight Championship, El Kabong Jr.

Walt Houston; Well, Katie, you could try asking us.

Katie Robinson; Oh, well, I was trying to make this professional...

Walt Houston; Impossible. You're dealing with us.

Steve Sanders; Y-yeah! W-we're as...um, unp-pr-prof-f-...um, we're as b-b-bad as it g-g-gets...

Katie Robinson; Right. Well, where is one half of our main event?

El Kabong Jr; Right behind you, Citizen Robinson!

And the crowd cheers as El Kabong Jr steps out from behind Katie and into the scene, with nothing but a smile on his face - besides the mask - and wearing his sleeveless "OLE!" shirt.

Katie Robinson; El Kabong! Any chance of a last minute interview before your big match?

El Kabong Jr; Of course! Everyone's favorite luchadore always has time to cut a last minute Award Winning Promo! Hell, my best college papers were done at the last minute! So this will probably be my best promo yet!

Walt Houston; Modest much?

El Kabong Jr; You be quiet! You're the one who goes nuts and jumps all over the place screaming "I'm the greatest ever" everytime you kick my ass in Street Fighter 2 with E. Honda!

Walt Houston; But I am the greatest...

Katie Robinson; The interview?

El Kabong Jr; Sorry, Citizen Robinson. It's just that...well, I'm kind of nervous right now!

Katie Robinson; You? Nervous? That you'll lose the match to Scottie Rayda?

El Kabong Jr; What? No no, no! I'm nervous of how badly poor Rayda is going to take losing tonight after all the hard work he put into the fifty billion promos he did just for this one match!

Katie Robinson; Who can blame him? He really wants to win tonight!

El Kabong Jr; Yeah, but for all the wrong reasons! He doesn't respect the fact that the first ever champion of Creation Wrestling is not only going to get fame and glory, but he'll be setting a standard for the rest of this federation's history! And do we want that history made by cheaters? Made by bullies who push and shove everyone else around? Big blue meanies who think physical size is more important than mental stamina? I think not, and as the one person who stands in Scottie Rayda's way of becoming the numero uno Jackass of the World, I find it not only my duty but my privilege of taking this small little world of delusion that Rayda has created for himself and have it crash down on his head!

Katie Robinson; And what type of standards do you think you will set, should you become the first Creation Heavyweight Champion?

El Kabong Jr; Well, I can promise you it won't be a standard of sucking at a level that only Scottie Rayda and anyone who appears on Hollywood Squares can achieve! No, seriously, all I want to do is show that there's room in Creation Wrestling, not just for the big, dumb brutes of this business, but for everyone! I'm not gonna win this just for myself, but for the Dustin Cage's...the Kid Kaos's...the Miami Missile's...the Marcello Dias's...the Walt Houston's...I'm winning this for everyone backstage here in this federation, to show that if some lucky slob like me can become the Top Dog, then anyone can.

The crowd cheer, breaking into a very audible chant of "Rude Boy!"

El Kabong Jr; I'm gonna do this because I promised I would, and I am a man of my word. I'm gonna do this because I stand for everything that's right with this business, while Scottie Rayda stands for everything that's wrong. This title shot...this main event match here in Calgary, Alberta, Canada...this is a privilege. A true pleasure to perform in front of thousands of appreciative Creation Wrestling fans who took a chance with our product and made it an instant success! Do you think Scottie Rayda can appreciate this fact? Do you think Scottie Rayda really gives a damn where his paychecks are coming from? Not at all. Not one bit! But I do, Citizen Robinson! I know what people came here to see...and it wasn't to see Scottie Rayda get the belt placed around his lousy waist! It was to see everyone's favorite luchadore do the El Kabong Special Splash on a two-bit, dim-witted, oversized Aussie bastard, and believe me this, Citizen Robinson! El Kabong Jr...Rude Boy...whatever the hell you wanna call me...I came here to deliver the goods! OLE!

And with that Kabong jumps up and down excitedly, grabs Katie Robinson, and gives her a quick smooch on the cheek before running off to get ready for his match. Robinson blushes and looks over at Houston and Sanders, who just shrug.

Walt Houston; Uh...I guess he's excited?

Dean Nathaniel; I guess he is excited Robert, and he's every reason to be! This is a huge night for him, and for everyone involved.

Robert Purcell; There are high stakes tonight Dean, and I'll go out on a limb and say El Kabong Jr doesn't have the discipline needed not only to become the Heavyweight Champion, but to defend it.

Dean Nathaniel; Well for everybody's sake, I hope you're eating your words come the end of the night.

The lights go out, and the arena fills with mist as the occasional light flashes. Suddenly "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica begins to play, and as the bell tolls the lights alternate red and blue. Right as the last bell sounds, a lightning bolt flashes and the arena comes to life with flashing, alternating red and blue lights as "Somewhere I Belong" by Linkin Park blasts over the arena speakers. Blade Arkhan walks out onto the rampway, and the fans cheer as he does so. He walks out and looks around at the top of the ramp, then sets his focus on the ring and walks to it with an intense and focused look in his eyes. He climbs over the top rope and stands in the center of the ring, raising his arms into the air, setting off pyros around the ring as the fans explode into more cheers.

Dean Nathaniel; Blade Arkhan looks determined here tonight, but Miami Missile is, as we all know, more than capable of giving Arkhan the match of his life.

Robert Purcell; Well I'm not too sure who will win this one. Miami can't go at it in a brawl with Arkhan, but I get the feeling that the longer this match goes on, the less chance Arkhan has of securing the victory. He's a big guy, and he's bound to tire easy.

A neon green light covers the stage, and two spotlights move from the back of the arena, meeting on the stage. Twin pyros blow towards the roof, and "Bones" by Alice In Chains hits. The capacity crowd goes nuts, even more so than normal, for Miami Missile as he walks out through the curtain, Van Halen Blake following him with a bag slung over his shoulder. He stands on the top of the stage and poses briefly, then throws his arms into the air and sets off more pyro. He makes his way to the ring with a cocky smile on his face, then jumps onto the apron and climbs in. He poses for the fans with his arms outstretched.

Dean Nathaniel; It's gonna be a big help for Miami Missile to know that no matter what happens tonight, Van Halen Blake will be standing by his side, supporting him.

Robert Purcell; Unless Blade steps on him.

The bell rings, and the two circle briefly, before locking up. Blade Arkhan uses his power to get the advantage, pushing Miami into the turnbuckle and pummelling him. Miami manages to shove his thumb into the eye of Arkhan, who staggers backwards ever so slightly, as Miami hops to the second turnbuckle, coming off and hitting Arkhan with a double axe handle across the top of the head. The move staggers the big man, but he doesn't fall to the ground. Arkhan turns towards the centre of the ring, and Miami capitalises, hitting him with a Russian legsweep into the top turnbuckle. Arkhan's head bounces hard off the buckle, and he falls to the ground.

Dean Nathaniel; Did you see Arkhan's head snap back as a result of that move?

Robert Purcell; I sure did! I thought he had been decapitated for a moment there!

Miami pulls Arkhan back to his feet. He goes to whip Arkhan into the opposite turnbuckle, but Arkhan reverses the whip and sends Miami crashing into the corner. Blade runs at Miami and crushes him into the corner with a huge running splash. Blade backs up, before running into the corner again and hitting Miami with another big splash. Miami falls to the floor, as the fans give a mixed reaction, some cheering Arkhan and some cheering Miami. Arkhan pulls Miami to his feet by the hair and throws him back down to the mat, again by the hair. Arkhan goes over to pick Miami Missile up, but this time Miami cuts him off with a low blow.

Dean Nathaniel; I guess Miami's status as a fan favourite makes no difference to his moveset.

Robert Purcell; Old habits die hard!

Miami gets to his feet, and begins hammering away on Arkhan, before dropping him with a DDT. Miami goes for the pin, but only gets the one count. Miami lifts Arkhan to his feet, but Blade regains the advantage and whips Miami into the ropes. Blade runs into the opposite ropes, and as the two meet in the middle of the ring Arkhan floors his opponent with a huge clothesline. Not giving him any time to recover, Arkhan picks Miami up and signals for the Arkhan Chokeslam. His supporters for the night cheer, but Miami manages to pull free of the grasp of Blade. The two have a brief staredown, and at that moment, Van Halen scurries into the ring and runs through the legs of a confused Blade Arkhan. Arkhan spins around to see Van Halen sliding out of the other side of the ring, but before he can turn back around again, Miami Missile jumps on to his back and appies a sleeper hold.

Robert Purcell; Clever move there from Miami! He used the little gnome thing to full effect there!

Dean Nathaniel; Well I've never seen anything quite like that before! Is that allowed?

Robert Purcell; Probably not, but who cares?

Arkhan stumbles around the ring with Miami Missile on his back, choking the breath out of him. Blade tries to shake Miami Missile off, but finds it near impossible to do so, and drops to one knee. Miami still has the hold locked in tight, as the crowd cheer on their chosen superstar. Miami's eyes widen though, as Blade Arkhan suddenly springs back onto his feet. Miami still has himself perched on the back of Blade, trying to take him back down to the mat, but again Arkhan begins staggering around the ring, trying to shake Miami off, having been in the sleeper for a good minute and a half now.

Dean Nathaniel; Miami Missile is relentless in this sleeper!

Robert Purcell; They both are!

Blade Arkhan stumbles into the ropes, still with Miami Missile on his back, and both men go tumbling out of the ring and to the floor! Arkhan lands right on top of Miami Missile, sandwiching him between his massive weight and he concrete floor as the crowd let out a gasp. Arkhan slowly gets to his feet and looks down at the grounded Miami Missile, who appears to be hurting badly. Blade picks Miami up and hurls him into the steel steps before clearing a trickle of blood from his nose, which seems to be a result of the prolonged sleeper hold. Blade picks Miami up and backs him into the crowd barricade, before stepping back, then clotheslining him over it and into the crowd.

Robert Purcell; The crowd are getting an up-close and personal view of Miami Missile here!

Dean Nathaniel; And there goes Blade too!

Blade follows Miami into the crowd, and the two begin brawling wildly, as the arena security staff try their best to keep the crowd at bay. Brawling their way through the crowd, the two men stumble over something unseen, and the crowd engulf the two men, making the action hard to see. Miami quickly gets to his feet and begins to stomp away on Blade Arkhan, before lifting him to his feet and dragging him through the crowd. Miami smashes the head of Blade Arkhan into one of the arena seats. Quite high up in the crowd, Miami Missile decides to make his way back towards the ring. With a grip of Arkhan's head, Miami heads down the steps, leading back to ringside. Suddenly Arkhan gives Miami a push, which sends him running down the stairs. Miami manages to keep on his feet the whole way down, but when he reaches the bottom, he smashes straight into the crowd barrier. The barrier moves forward by at least a good ten inches, before Miami crumples to the ground.

Dean Nathaniel; That was a very reckless thing to do by Blade Arkhan! Miami Missile could have suffered any number of injuries there, from a broken neck to a stubbed toe!

Robert Purcell; Unfortunately he came through unscathed!

Blade Arkhan makes his way down the steps to the fallen Miami Missile, some of the fans jeering what was quite a cheap move on his part. He picks Miami up and drops him throat-first over the barricade. Miami topples over and lands at ringside, and Arkhan follows. He grabs Miami and throws him into the ring, before climbing in after him. Arkhan signals that the end is near, and the crowd are divided by cheers and jeers. Van Halen can't bear to watch as Arkhan sets Miami up for the Cutting Edge. He grabs Missile and leans him forward, preparing for the manoeuvre, but Miami shows great strength in the neck, back body dropping Blade! The two men lie on the ground, Blade nursing his back, and Miami trying to recover after that energy sapping move!

Dean Nathaniel; This is a vital moment in the outcome of this match! Whoever recovers first here is going to have a major advantage over his opponent!

Van Halen shouts to Miami, trying to rally him to victory as he stands up. He gets up a little sooner than Arkhan, using the difference to his advantage, with a few shots to the face of the big man as he gets off his knees. Arkhan suddenly shrugs them all off and bursts up, catching Miami by the neck! He lifts in one swift move, delivering the Arkhan Chokeslam, but Miami floats out of it, delivering an armbreaker! Arkhan bounces back up with the impact, and Miami reaches up and grabs him by the head, running into the corner and delivering the Acid Drop DDT! The crowd cheers as Miami stands up, looking around, and seeing their reactions!

Dean Nathaniel; I think these fans are trying to tell you something, Miami!

Robert Purcell; So am I! You can't beat Bane!

Dean Nathaniel; He's doing a pretty good job on Blade Arkhan right now!

Miami looks back at Arkhan, watching as the big man picks himself up. He poises himself as Arkhan staggers back towards him, readying for The Missile Launch, but Arkhan turns and knocks Miami off his feet with a big punch to the head! Missile gets up, stunned, and walks straight into a superkick! The fans are still divided, the cheers for Arkhan just as loud as they were for Miami, as the big man signals for the Cutting Edge! Van Halen tries to warn Miami, as Missile picks himself up.

Robert Purcell; So, a pretty good job huh?

Dean Nathaniel; This is wrestling, Robert! You know how fast the pendulum can swing in a contest, and right now it swings in Blade Arkhan's favour!

Blade grabs Miami, setting him in a standing headscissors. He looks out at the crowd and raises his thumb to his neck, doing a 'cutting' action, before raising Miami onto his shoulders! He sets Miami in position, but Missile rolls down and brings Blade over with a sunset flip for a quick pin and one, two, three! The bell sounds, and Miami springs up with his arms raised as Blade looks at him in complete shock!

Dean Nathaniel; I don't think anyone saw that coming! That was a surprising move on Miami's part, but it has sent him on his way to the final, and an encounter with Bane!

Robert Purcell; He's a dead man.

Miami rolls out of the ring and walks halfway up the ramp, followed by Van Halen, who jumps around excitedly as Blade sits on the canvas, staring up at Missile in disbelief. The crowd cheers both men, and Miami smiles as he turns to walk off stage. We go into the backstage area where Emma Hanson is standing by with The Bane-Shees, Billy The Brilliant and Kris Kraven. Billy is wearing a black Adidas tracksuit with white stripes, and he jumps around the screen looking slightly nervous as Kris Kraven stares into blank space.

Emma Hanson; Bane-Shees, tonight you'll both be going at it in a three way tag match, to crown Creation Wrestling's first ever Tag Team Champions! I guess you'll both be feeling butterflies in your stomachs!

Billy stops jumping around and cracks a deranged smile, before talking into the microphone.

Billy The Brilliant; Butterflies? Butterflies you say? No, no, no! Emma Hanson, you naughty little girl, me and Kris Kraven are not of the nervous disposition! We are very much calm and focused on the night ahead! We are feeling confident, we feel as if a big win is coming our way, Emma Hanson, and that can only be brilliant! Woooo!

Emma Hanson; How do the two of you feel about your opponents for the night, Gamblers Anonymous and Enclosure?

Billy The Brilliant; How do we feel? We feel brilliant, Emma! It'll be a joy to kick the crap outta those two teams and claim the biggest prize in tag team wrestling today! Gamblers Anonymous are gonna be gambling their careers here tonight, and so too are Enclosure! Both teams had better be drinkin' their Mooie Milk, Emma! They need all the strength they can get, and only Mooie Milk can provide that strength! But even if they have been drinkin' their Mooie Milk I'm still gonna make them feel...

Billy pauses, laughing ever so slightly before continuing.

Billy The Brilliant; The Brilliant Boom!

Billy raises one arm into the air.

Billy The Brilliant; The Brilliant Bang!

Billy raises his other arm into the air.

Billy The Brilliant; Annnnnnnd the Brilliant Bomb!

Billy lowers both his arms and cracks another smile.

Billy The Brilliant; Ain't I brilliant?

Emma turns away from BTB, who lets out a frown.

Emma Hanson; And Kraven, what about you?

Billy The Brilliant; What about him?

Emma Hanson; Kraven, perhaps I can get your thoughts going into this big match tonight.

Emma Hanson points her microphone at Kraven. He backs off from it at first, but biting his lower lip, he gets closer to it. The arena falls silent as Kris Kraven is about to utter his first ever words in Creation Wrestling.

Emma Hanson; Come on, Kris! Don't be scared!

Suddenly 'The God of Pain', Bane, and Chris Cairns storm the interview set. Chris pushes both Kraven and BTB out of the way as Bane grabs the microphone.

Bane; Get the hell outta here! You two have caused me so much grief these past few days, and not only that, you've given poor Uncle Chris a cold!

Chris Cairns; Achoo!

Bane; F**k off and make sure to win you're match!

The Bane-Shees walk off with grumpy expressions covering their faces as Bane looks angrily down on Emma Hanson, who snatches the microphone back. Chris Cairns blows his nose.

Emma Hanson; And may I ask why you are blaming Billy and Kraven for your Uncle getting a cold?

Bane; Well that lake was freezing cold, Emma! It was Billy's idea to go up in that stupid hot air balloon in the first place, and then Kraven f**king fell asleep instead of keeping the thing up in the air, which was his damn job after all! We all managed to stay in the hot air balloon as it floated around the lake, but Chris fell out and spent ten minutes freezing his ass off!

Emma Hanson; I see!

Chris Cairns; I fu...fu...achoo!

Emma Hanson; It's not been a good week for Chris Cairns, folks!

Bane; Anyway, tonight I shall become the first ever Creation Wrestling International Champion! I've already claimed Drachen Hall and Marcello Dias as tortured souls, and later I'll claim Miami Missile as a tortured soul in that big ladder match! It really is that simple, Emma Hanson!

Emma Hanson; Glad to see you're so confident!

Bane: My confident attitude shall pay off! Tonight I win the International Championship, and everybody shall have to bow down to me as their international leader!

Bane lets out a sadistic evil laugh as the scene fades, with Chris Cairns taking a sneezing fit. We cut back to the arena, where the lights flicker on and off as a haunting piano melody plays softly out of the loudspeakers. The tune comes to an end and the lights go red as "Breath" by Prodigy blasts out of the sound system. Billy The Brilliant appears from behind the curtain to a massive chorus of boos. He spits and taunts at the crowd, who let out a minute cheer as Kris Kraven appears. The two men walk down to the ring, looking focused as pyro goes off behind them. BTB slides into the ring and jumps around as Kraven rolls in and looks out to the crowd with a confused look. The fans jeer their every move, particularly towards Billy, as the lights return to normal and the music dies down.

Dean Nathaniel; Well The Bane-Shees will be hoping to pick up the win here tonight not just for themselves, but Bane also!

Robert Purcell; Billy and Kraven cannot afford to slip up here tonight, and if they do, then God help them both! They've already made enough errors in their short time with The Black Circle, and this is one they will be desperate to avoid!

A loud firework explodes on the stage, and "Elevation" by U2 blasts through the arena as Enclosure walk out onto the stage to a huge eruption of support. Dustin walks to both sides of the stage and points out at the fans, before turning and following Melissa quickly to the ring, as she tags the hands of the fans sat by the aisle. They roll into the ring and climb the near turnbuckles, raising their arms into the air. The Bane-Shees look around with disgust as Enclosure recieve a great ovation from the fans, and they climb down, discussing the upcoming match between the two of them as their music cuts.

Dean Nathaniel; Enclosure are definitely the fan favourites, and you'd have to say that Enclosure are also the match favourites. They have teamed for a longer period then both Gamblers Anonymous and The Bane-Shees combined!

Robert Purcell; So?

Dean Nathaniel; So they have the experience advantage, and the vocal backing of the crowd may well be of some help too!

The crowd waits in silence, but the quiet is soon broken as a huge blue pyro explodes in front of the stage. The music goes straight into the chorus of "Learn To Fly" by Foo Fighters, and the crowd let out a brief pop for the entrance of Ethan Sebastian. He walks out onto the stage, staring out at the crowd, and making a few cocky comments as he swaggers down the aisle. He stops at the base and the lights begin to flicker on and off, until finally pyro bursts in a circle at the top of the ramp, and Jeff Maverick rises through a hole in the stage in his ring attire. The pyro goes out and the lights come on. He walks down to the ring in a slow and casual manner, joining Ethan at the base of the ramp. Blue lights flash at the two of them step onto the apron, staring out arrogantly. Maverick wipes his feet on the apron, and then climbs into the ring. Ethan and Jeff ascend the turnbuckles, taunting to the crowd, before jumping down into the ring. Both members of Gamblers Anonymous head for the apron on the request of the referee, and BTB waves Kraven over to their corner.

Dean Nathaniel; It's time to find out just which team will be going home with the prize tonight, and a place in the Creation Wrestling history books! This is a very prestigious night, and hopefully, one that these three teams will not forget!

The two Cages finally decide that Dustin shall start for Enclosure, and the bell rings. Billy and Dustin make their way into the center of the ring, and after a short staring contest, BTB produces a bottle of Mooie Milk from his pocket, which is more than enough to get the crowd jeering. He smiles cockily at Dustin, before guzzling down a large amount of the milk. Dustin looks over at Melissa with a confused look, and she returns the expression, before BTB spits a whole load of Mooie Milk into the face of Dustin Cage. The crowd jeer as Dustin tries to clear his eyes, and Billy drops to his knees, delivering a low blow to the male member of the Cage siblings. The referee immediately has a go at him as Dustin falls to the ground, but an enraged Melissa Cage takes more drastic action. She climbs into the ring and runs at BTB, decking him with a huge right hand, which sends the crowd into unbelieveable cheers. Billy lies on the mat holding his face, as Kraven enters. He heads towards Melissa, but she cuts him off with a dropkick!

Dean Nathaniel; Melissa Cage is cleaning house!

Robert Purcell; The skank should be cleaning the house literally! What kind of woman would hit a man like that?

Dean Nathaniel; The kind of woman with Tag Team gold on her mind!

At this point, Ethan Sebastian and Jeff Maverick quickly decide to get involved. They climb into the ring and run towards Melissa, looking to hit her with a double clothesline, but she ducks the attempt. Gamblers Anonymous run the opposite ropes, tumbling to the outside as Dustin Cage pulls the rope down. They hit the crowd barricade, and BTB gets back on his feet. The crowd laugh, and an extreme look of worry spreads across Billy's face, as Melissa and Dustin circle him. They run at him and sandwich Billy between them, and Billy staggers around, before Enclosure grab him and drill him with a double fishermans suplex. BTB rolls out of the ring holding his back, as Dustin and Melissa point and laugh at him. The referee tries to restore order as Kraven quickly gets to his feet, and tries to take Enclosure by surprise. He runs at them, but they turn around at the very last second and launch him out of the ring and onto the hard concrete arena floor. Kraven hits the ground with a sickening thud, as the crowd go wild for Enclosure.

Dean Nathaniel; It's still too early to tell, but this night might well belong to Enclosure, Robert!

Robert Purcell; It's way too early to tell!

Both members of Gamblers Anonymous rush into the ring, ambushing Dustin and Melissa from behind. The crowd jeer as Maverick turns Melissa around, hitting her with a swinging neckbreaker, whilst Ethan Sebastian swings Dustin around and hits him with a stunning overhead belly to belly suplex. Ethan and Maverick pick Dustin up and throw him through the ropes to the floor, before Ethan returns to his corner, leaving Maverick in the ring and stomping on a grounded Melissa Cage. The crowd jeer with a passion as Maverick picks Melissa up and whips her into a neutral corner. She hits hard and staggers back out of the corner, but Jeff grabs her and throws her right back into the turnbuckles. He climbs up over her and delivers a total of ten punches to her head, with Ethan Sebastian seemingly the only person in the arena counting along. Maverick then climbs down and brings Melissa out of the corner with a suplex, before he goes over to tag in Ethan.

Robert Purcell; Well it's Maverick and Sebastian with the clear advantage right now!

Dean Nathaniel; Credit to the referee for finally restoring order though!

Ethan enters the ring, and he and Maverick proceed to stomp away mercilessly on the grounded Melissa Cage, until Dustin enters the ring and floors both men with a clothesline. The referee pushes away at Dustin, until he leaves the ring. The referee escorts Maverick out of the ring, leaving us with the two legal competitors. Ethan gets to his feet first and grabs Melissa by the hair, but Melissa reacts the quickest, sweeping Sebastian's legs from under him. She quickly heads for the turnbuckle and climbs up onto the top, waiting for Ethan to get to his feet, as the crowd rise. Ethan finally gets to his feet and Melissa looks set to launch herself at him, but BTB jumps up on to the apron and pulls at her leg, causing her to land crotched on the turnbuckle, as the crowd let out a sympathetic and shocked roar of disapproval.

Dean Nathaniel; That was a dirty tactic from BTB.

Robert Purcell; Well I found it quite funny, actually! Oh wait a minute...what's this moron doing?

A furious Dustin Cage runs towards BTB, who jumps off the apron and bolts away as fast as he can. The crowd cheer Dustin on as he chases the cowardly BTB around ringside, but the chase is cut short as Kris Kraven comes from nowhere and stuns Dustin, knocking him down with a hard clothesline. Billy jumps around, laughing at him, whilst the crowd jeer. Meanwhile inside the ring, Gamblers Anonymous look set to suplex Melissa Cage off the top turnbuckle. The two ready themselves, before executing the vicious move, double superplexing Melissa Cage hard into the mat. Maverick rolls out of the ring as Ethan Sebastian attempts a pin. The referee turns away from admonishing Maverick, making the count, but Melissa Cage gets her shoulder up just in time, much to the surprise and anger of Gamblers Anonymous.

Dean Nathaniel; Melissa Cage is putting up a fine display of endurance, but she needs to make the tag real soon!

Robert Purcell; If she were wise she would have kept her shoulders firmly on the mat, and gotten this over with! What chance does she think she has against the combined force of Gamblers Anonymous and The Bane-Shees? Especially with her brother laid out on the floor over there!

A frustrated Ethan Sebastian tags in Kris Kraven, who jumps into the ring and goes straight to work on Melissa, stomping away at her midsection. He lifts her up and drops her back to the mat with a devastating belly to belly suplex, causing the ring to tremble with the impact. Kraven goes for the pin, but Jeff Maverick comes in from the corner and kicks him off Melissa. The referee orders him to get back to his corner, as an annoyed Kris Kraven begins to put the boots into Melissa once again.

Robert Purcell; That was nearly over, Dean!

Dean Nathaniel; I'm not so sure about that, I think Melissa had her shoulder up anyway! She's got a lot of heart!

Billy The Brilliant instructs Kraven to tag him in, and Kraven reluctantly does so. Billy climbs into the ring and stands with a smile on his face as Melissa slowly staggers to her feet, with awesome support from the crowd. Kraven stands behind Melissa, and BTB stands facing her. Billy takes Melissa and pushes her o Kraven, who Kraven sends her staggering back into Billy. Billy shoves her back towards Kraven, and Kraven pushes her right back into Billy again. Mocking Melissa, Billy pushes her back to Kraven, but Melissa raises her elbow. She catchs Kraven right in the jaw, taking him by surprise, and sending him to the ground. He rolls out of the ring holding his jaw as Melissa runs right back into BTB. She grabs him by the head and takes him down with a swinging neckbreaker, to the delight of the fans!

Dean Nathaniel; Haha! Tennis didn't work out so well there, did it?

Robert Purcell; Tennis?

Dean Nathaniel; Now Melissa just needs to make the tag! Come on Melissa!

Billy The Brilliant and an exhausted Melissa Cage lie on the mat, trying to catch their breath, as Dustin tries to get his sister to stir and make the tag. Gamblers Anonymous double team Kris Kraven on the outside, out of sight of the referee, as he keeps a close eye on the situation in-ring. Ethan and Jeff lift Kraven up and suplex him on the steel of the aisle, but the crowd are more interested in the fact that Melissa Cage has begun to crawl her way over to Dustin, in a bid to make the tag. The whole arena can taste how much Dustin wants in the ring, as the anticipation builds and they cheer Melissa on. BTB slowly gets to his feet, using the ropes for support, but his eyes widen with horror as he sees Melissa, only inches away from tagging in a fired up Dustin. Billy runs over and attempts to stop the tag from being made, but he is too late, as Melissa tags in Dustin and the crowd rise to their feet!

Robert Purcell; No! This isn't brilliant!

Dean Nathaniel; Listen to this crowd go insane!

Straight away Billy drops to his knees and begs for mercy, but Dustin Cage is having none of it. He grabs Billy by the throat and drags him to his feet, before pummelling him with hard rights and lefts, sending BTB flying backwards into the ropes. Billy staggers back into Dustin, who delivers an impressive tilt-o-whirl backbreaker! Billy crumbles into the mat, holding his back in pain, but Dustin is far from done! He climbs to the top turnbuckle and waits for BTB to get to his feet, and when Billy finally does so, Dustin comes flying off the turnbuckle and hits him square in the face with a missile dropkick! With the crowd right behind him, Dustin then gets back to his feet. He poises with his arms out front, his fingers twitching. The crowd roar with anticipation as Billy gets up, in what seems to be the slowest 5 seconds of Dustin Cage's life! Billy turns around and staggers right into Dustin, who catches him, delivering Rattling The Cage! The crowd goes wild, and Dustin makes the cover!

Dean Nathaniel; One...two...thr...no! God damnit!

To a huge roar of disappointment, Ethan Sebastian pulls the referee out of the ring before the three count can be made! Both Ethan and Maverick climb into the ring, but are met in turn with stiff rights from an enraged Dustin Cage! He backs both men into separate corners, and Melissa Cage manages to pick herself up. She runs over towards Jeff Maverick, dropkicking him in the corner, and quickly scaling the top buckle as he staggers out. She jumps up, before somersaulting forward off the turnbuckle and connecting with The Spiral! The impact sends Maverick rolling across the ring, and he sprawls out on the floor as Melissa is backed out of the ring by the referee.

Dean Nathaniel; Surely nothing can stop Enclosure winning this contest now! It must be a matter of time!

Robert Purcell; Don't count your chickens!

Dustin Cage turns away, satisfied with his work on Ethan Sebastian, but he is met by a stiff chairshot from Billy The Brilliant! The crowd jeers insanely as a crawling Kris Kraven grabs Melissa Cage by the ankles from the outside, pulling her down and out of the ring. BTB throws the chair aside and makes a cover, and the referee makes a count of one, two, thr...no!

Dean Nathaniel; Yes! Dustin kicked out, even after that vile chairshot! The Cage's are made of stern stuff!

Robert Purcell; I'm shocked.

BTB puts his hands to his head, looking at Dustin in despair as the fans go completely insane in excitement, believing that Enclosure can take the victory in this matchup! He stands up and calls to Kraven, who gets slowly into the ring, the referee trying to force him back out, but to no avail. Billy grabs Dustin and lifts him onto his shoulders, setting him in a Torture Rack!

Robert Purcell; This is the move Dean, this is The Device! There's no way Cage can get out of this one!

Kraven walks over and reaches out to grab Cage by the head, but before he gets a chance, Dustin swings his legs free and takes BTB down with a falling neckbreaker! He jumps back up to counter the advances of Kraven, smashing him with right hands, before clotheslining him over the top rope! BTB rolls over to the corner with the chair, taking it in his grasp as Dustin Cage fights off Ethan Sebastian, delivering a Northern Lights suplex! The referee checks on Ethan as Dustin goes over to Billy, allowing BTB the opportunity to stab the chair into Dustin's stomach! Cage doubles over, and Billy whips the chair up into his face! Dustin falls back holding his nose, blood beginning to spill from it as BTB tosses the chair aside. He stands up, raising Cage to his feet.

Dean Nathaniel; Won't someone put a stop to this?

Robert Purcell; If they don't want people to use the chairs they shouldn't put them at ringside in the first place!

Cage staggers a little, holding his bloodied nose in pain as BTB kicks him in the gut, raising him up and delivering The Brilliant Bomb! The referee turns around to see the cover being made by Billy, and he drops to make the count of one, two, three! The bell rings, to a huge jeer of disgust from the capacity crowd as The Bane-Shees become Tag Team Champions! BTB snatches the titles from the referee, taking one over and pushing into Kraven's chest. The two walk away, arms over one anothers shoulders, Billy raising his belt high into the air.

Dean Nathaniel; I don't believe this! The Bane-Shees have just screwed Enclosure out of the Tag Team titles!

Robert Purcell; Bane is going to be a very happy man! What a fantastic moment this is for The Bane-Shees, they've proven all their doubters wrong and walked away with the gold!

Dean Nathaniel; If there were any justice, right now Dustin and Melissa Cage would be holding those belts aloft!

Robert Purcell; Well they're not, so get over yourself and acknowledge the new Tag Team champions!

Dustin Cage looks up the ramp, protesting the use of the chair to the referee, and wiping the blood from his nose. Gamblers Anonymous walk off as The Bane-Shees stand at the top of the ramp with the belts held high in the air, the crowd throwing bits of rubbish at them as Melissa gets into the ring with the chair in her hand, showing it to the official. He protests his innocence, walking away as Enclosure shake their heads, before standing and leaving the ring to applause from the appreciative crowd. A few ring attendants begin to carry ladders down, placing them around ringside.

Dean Nathaniel; We are now mere moments from the ladder match for the International Championship, as Bane and Miami Missile take to the ring for the second time in the night. These two men are esteemed competitors, and both have competed in matches like this before, but the unpredictability of the ladder match always makes for a very wild ride!

Robert Purcell; You want unpredictable, look no further than Bane. The man is no stranger to danger, and he has competed in matches much more unpredictable than this. His career was almost ended by our very own Blade Arkhan just eight months ago, after a fall from the roof of a truck!

Dean Nathaniel; Indeed, but Miami is no stranger to the ladder match himself. He has competed in numerous ladder matches through his career, and perhaps he holds the experience advantage. Not only that, but he may be able to work Bane's weight to his own advantage. You know what they say. The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

A haunting piano melody plays softly out of the loud speakers. The words 'God of Pain' flash up on the video screen and mist rises slowly from the floor. Suddenly the haunting melody stops, leaving the place in silence. With a loud crack of thunder, "Between Angels and Insects" by Papa Roach blares out of the loud speakers as the tall figure of Bane makes its way down to the ring drenched in black. Slowly walking, ignoring the jeers from the fans, with a sadistic grin and evil eyes, Bane climbs into the ring, as the lights begin flickering on and off. He looks around at the ladders surrounding the ring with a smile.

Robert Purcell; Bane looks more than happy to be here.

Dean Nathaniel; He's in his element. This is a place he can do damage without restriction. He could theoretically end Miami Missile's career here tonight, and there'd be nothing to stop him from doing it!

A neon green light covers the stage, and two spotlights move from the back of the arena, meeting on the stage. Twin pyros blow towards the roof, and "Bones" by Alice In Chains hits. The capacity crowd goes nuts for Miami Missile as he walks out through the curtain, Van Halen seemingly staying away from ringside for this match. He stands on the top of the stage and poses briefly, then throws his arms into the air and sets off more pyro. He makes his way to the ring with a cocky smile on his face, then jumps onto the apron and climbs in. Bane immediately sets on him, getting the match under way. He delivers a right hand, but Missile comes back with a flashing barrage of rights himself. Bane finds himself on the recieving end of some surprisingly staggering offense, as Miami knocks him back into the ropes. The adrenaline surges as Miami whips Bane across the ring, but Bane kills the atmosphere dead with a running big boot. He floors Miami in a second, standing over him and catching his breath.

Robert Purcell; Miami thought he had something going there, but Bane came back and told him to shut the hell up! That big boot would knock a lot out of you on the best of days, but after a match with Blade Arkhan?

Bane immediately reaches down and grabs Miami, dragging him to his feet. He tosses Missile into the corner with force, bombarding him with shots to the face and upper body, before finishing off the combo with a driving elbow. He grabs Miami under the arm and launches him upwards, throwing him halfway across the ring with a forceful armdrag! The match earlier in the night seems to be having no effect on Bane as he strolls over to Miami, picking him up and lifting Missile over his head. He walks across the ring with Miami over his head, pressing him up and tossing him over the top rope! Miami drops to the floor, landing hard on the ground as Bane looks down with a smile, climbing over the top rope and stepping to the outside. He walks over to Miami and lifts him up again, resting him over his right shoulder, before pushing him off onto the crowd barrier. Miami smacks his jaw on the top, snapping back and landing on the ground, pained.

Dean Nathaniel; This is a convincing start by Bane.

Robert Purcell; Miami hasn't done anything but throw a few punches, Dean. This is more than convincing. This is dominating!

Bane takes Miami back up and walks him towards the ringsteps, tossing him into the steel with force! The steps clatter under the weight, and Miami lies on the floor, holding his back in agony. Bane walks over and grabs Miami, rolling him into the ring. He leaves Missile inside the ring and walks over to the side, picking up a ladder. He slides it under the bottom rope, resting it on the edge and climbing up onto the apron, and back into the ring. Miami staggers to his feet as Bane takes the ladder up, resting it in the corner. He takes hold of Missile and drags him over to the opposite corner, knocking him with right hands, before stepping back and whipping Miami into the ladder! Missile crashes into the steel, which collapses on top of him as he lies on the canvas below! The crowd jeer as Bane walks over, putting his foot on the ladder and pressing it into Miami's face.

Robert Purcell; Much more of this and Miami isn't gonna be able to walk out of here at all, let alone the International champ.

Bane takes his foot away from the ladder, and it falls off Miami as he rolls over, clutching his chest in pain after the steel pressed against his upper body. Bane picks up the ladder again and walks over to the corner, watching Miami get up. Bane runs at Miami with the ladder propped up around his head, to butt the end into Missile's jaw, but Miami ducks down and delivers a drop toehold! The ladder jars against the ringpost, and Bane finds his throat wrapped across the rung of the ladder! The crowd gasp as Bane falls back, clutching at his throat in pain!

Dean Nathaniel; Oh my God! Bane was almost decapitated by the bottom rung of the ladder there! Things didn't quite go to plan!

Robert Purcell; I hope Miami's pleased with himself. He could have damn near killed Bane then!

Bane rolls around on the canvas, gasping for breath as Miami uses the ropes to pick himself up. He picks the ladder up off the ground and sets it up by the corner, as Bane lies on the canvas in the middle of the ring. He climbs the rope behind the ladder and grabs hold, setting his right foot on the ladder, and using his left foot to push himself and the ladder forward. The ladder drops, and all of Miami's weight forces the ladder into Bane's upper body! Miami's leg jars nastily against the steel, and he rolls off holding his knee in pain as Bane lies, his torso crushed!

Robert Purcell; Remember when you were talking about extraordinary lengths earlier? I think you were right!

Dean Nathaniel; That certainly was a risky move on the part of Miami Missile, but while it has done some damage to him, it has left Bane gasping for breath down there on the mat! And this is only a taste of things to come!

Miami manages to get up, limping heavily on his right leg. He picks the ladder off Bane and stands it in the centre of the ring, looking up at the belt hanging 15 feet over his head. The crowd cheer as he puts his foot on the first rung, beginning to scale the ladder step by step, going towards the gold. Bane picks himself up, still taking in deep breaths as he grabs Miami by the belt of his pants, dragging him down a couple of rungs. He drags Miami off the ladder, pulling him to the ground, and slamming his head against the steel, not just once or twice, but three times. Miami staggers back and leans against the ropes, trying to undaze himself as Bane snaps the ladder shut. Rather than risk another choking, this time Bane sets the ladder on his shoulder quickly as Miami walks back towards Bane, and the big man swings the ladder around, catching Miami square in the side of the head!

Dean Nathaniel; The difference between these two men is obvious. Whereas Miami has already used the ladder for it's real purpose, in an attempt to win this match, Bane seems to have no ideas past doing major damage to his opponent's body!

Robert Purcell; And right now, who would you say has the upper hand? Certainly not Miami!

Bane takes the ladder and throws it to the ground, before sliding out of the ring. He goes and takes up another ladder, which he tosses over the top rope with ease, before climbing back in. He takes the second ladder and sits it in one corner, setting the first in the opposite, and grabbing hold of Miami. He takes Miami over to the first corner and backs him against the ladder, pummelling him with a few right hands, before walking over the ring and grabbing the second. He holds it in front of his body, before charging across the ring and using it to crush Missile! Unfortunately for him, Miami moves at the last second, and Bane feels the full force of his own speed as he crashes headlong into the two ladders! He flies back, landing on his front in the centre of the ring as the two ladders collapse, and Miami breathes a sigh of relief as he surveys the damage.

Dean Nathaniel; I don't think that was a wise move on Bane's part.

Robert Purcell; If it had come off you wouldn't be saying the same thing!

Dean Nathaniel; We're witnessing a very unique contest here tonight. What you're seeing is two completely different styles clashing in one of the most dangerous and high-risk matches in this industry, and it makes for compelling viewing!

The crowd cheer Miami on as he picks himself up, taking up one of the ladders, and standing it under the title belt! Once more he begins to climb up towards the title, the fans urging him on as Bane begins to stir below him. Miami gets within a couple of feets grasp of the title before Bane picks up the second ladder, using it as a weapon, hitting Miami square in the back. The impact halts Miami's progress momentarily, and Bane throws the ladder down as he prepares to scale the set-up ladder himself. He climbs up the opposing side, Miami beginning to perk up again as Bane gets to the same height. Miami steps up again and reaches up for the belt, but Bane stops him winning the match with a right hand. Miami is stunned momentarily, and Bane looks to do some damage as he slams Missile's head into the top of the ladder. He steps up and reaches for the belt.

Robert Purcell; Take one more step Bane, and it's yours!

Bane's fingertips graze the title, and the crowd look on in horror as he steps up. He reaches to get it, but Miami delivers a shot to the midsection. Bane steps back down a rung as Miami begins to fire shots off to his head, stunning him with shots to the face. Bane counters with a punch of his own, stunning Miami, and he grabs Missile by the throat! A loud gasp escapes from the crowd as Bane grips Miami by the throat, preparing to chokeslam, but Miami delivers an elbow to the face! Bane releases his grip, and Miami takes the opportunity to grab him by the back of the head, diving off the ladder, and delivering a bulldog! Bane hits the ground with a massive crash, and the fans go completely nuts as the two men lie motionless on the ground!

Dean Nathaniel; What an unbelievable move! Miami just brought Bane crashing down to earth!

Robert Purcell; And man did it look painful!

Miami rolls over onto his side, his eyes glazed over as a result of the fall. He slowly begins to drag himself up as Bane rolls over onto his back, staring up at the lights with a faraway look in his eye. Missile uses the ropes to drag himself to his feet, staggering over to the ladder and using it to hold himself up. The fans get behind him with a chant once again as he makes his third ascent towards the belt, climbing almost as slowly as it seems possible! Bane begins to drag himself up, taking up the second ladder and standing it next to the one Miami climbs. He begins to climb up himself, just as slowly as Miami. Missile reaches up for the belt, but his arm isn't long enough to take hold. He tries to find his footing and step up further as Bane chases after him, eventually catching up. Once again the big man is forced to stop Miami grabbing hold of the belt, with a right hand to the ribs.

Dean Nathaniel; These two men are in a very precarious situation!

Suddenly Miami reaches up and grabs the title belt, but Bane kicks his ladder away! Miami hangs onto the chain holding the belt up as the ladder falls to the ground, and Bane contemplates his next move! Miami tries to kick Bane away as he reaches out, but Bane grabs him by the legs. Miami finds himself stretched between his grasp of the belt and Bane's own grasp, but his dilemma is soon solved as Bane throws himself off the ladder, delivering an awe-inspiring 15 foot sit-out powerbomb to a huge pop from the crowd!

Robert Purcell; F**k me, what a move!

Dean Nathaniel; That was unbelievable! I don't think I've ever seen anything like that before in my life!

Bane holds his tailbone in pain, and Miami lies motionless on the canvas as the crowd chant "Holy shit!". Bane pushes Miami aside and lies back, recovering from the unbelievable impact of the move! The crowd looks on in awe at the carnage that these two men are willing to put themselves through, but their awe soon becomes fear as Bane begins to pick himself up, staring up at the gold!

Dean Nathaniel; I don't think there's anything Miami can do here. He has just suffered one of the most devastating moves you will ever see in a wrestling match.

Robert Purcell; This isn't a wrestling match Dean. These two are walking, talking crash test dummies.

Bane stands up, almost falling over his own two feet as he does. He walks over to the ladder that's still propped up, shifting it slightly to the left, and underneath the belt. The crowd shouts to Miami as Bane climbs up rung by rung, taking his good time to make the ascent. He is about halfway up as Miami begins to stir, rolling onto his stomach, and crawling towards the ropes. Bane continues to scale the ladder, and the two men are locked in a race as Bane goes for the belt, and Miami tries to get up in time to stop him! Bane is within a hairs breadth of the belt as Miami hauls himself onto his feet!

Dean Nathaniel; This is a vital moment here! Bane is mere centimetres from the title!

Miami turns around as Bane puts one hand on the gold, staggering over and pushing the ladder forward! Bane's weight takes some strength to shift, but the big man is sent toppling to the arena floor! A huge pop goes up around the arena as Miami stands on his feet in the ring, propping the ladder back up, and beginning to climb!

Robert Purcell; No!

Dean Nathaniel; He's got it! Just a few more steps, Miami, and you've got the title!

Miami continues to climb, the atmosphere inside the arena building with each passing second. He makes a few more steps towards the belt, climbing higher and higher, before he reaches up and snatches the belt down! He falls from the ladder to the canvas, the crowd cheering as he drops with the title in his grasp! The bell sounds, and his music plays as he defeats Bane!

Dean Nathaniel; He's done it! Miami Missile has won the International belt! What a performance that was by Miami! He's overcome all the odds, and he's defeated two of the most fearsome men in Creation Wrestling to become the champion! What a match!

Robert Purcell; I may not like it but I have to give the man his dues.

Dean Nathaniel; And...

Robert Purcell; Not in public.

Miami is helped up by the referee, who raises his arm into the air. Miami lifts the belt over his head, celebrating an amazing victory, the crowd showing their undying support as he rolls out of the ring, limping up the ramp with the International belt slung over his shoulder. Suddenly the scene cuts backstage, into the locker room of Scottie Rayda. Rayda stands very still, and only his outline is visible against the ever-present darkness of the room. The very dim light that hovers about the dressing room clears, as Rayda steps forth from the shadow. He looks focused, more so than ever. He glares intently down the lens of the camera, before beginning to speak.

Scottie Rayda; I've waited all my life for this opportunity, but finally the time has come. I've climbed all the mountains, crossed all the valleys and swam all the rivers to get to where I am right now, and I certainly am not going to let El Kabong take that away from me. He humiliated me on Genesis. Not only did he attempt to make me look bad on international television, but he had the audacity to hit me with the El Kabong Special Splash. Perhaps he doesn't quite know who he is dealing with, but he is fixing to find out tonight. El, talk is cheap. I honestly couldn't give a f**king toss if the 'legendary' El Kabong Sr trained you. I couldn't give a shit if you were a former IWF Heavyweight Champion, and frankly, the fact that you surround yourself with two incompetent little pissants does not make me regard you very highly. The future is now, El, and I want you to be prepared for the most hellacious match of your career, out there in that very ring tonight. You talk big El, but now it's time so see if you can back it up.

Scottie walks out of the room, and the scene cuts to El Kabong Jr. The crowd gives out an incredible pop for Kabong as he walks through the corridors, maintaining focus on the match about to take place. We are taken back to the arena, and to the commentators, who look around at the crowd. The anticipation inside the arena is evident for all to see.

Dean Nathaniel; Ladies and gentlemen, we are now only moments away from the Creation Heavyweight Championship match. We've heard the words of El Kabong Jr and Scottie Rayda, and it's like the Australian said - the time has come. These are the momennts dreams are made of.

Robert Purcell; Let's not get sappy, Dean. It's simple enough. Only one man can win this match, and that man is going to be The Thunder From Downunder, Mr Scottie Rayda.

Dean Nathaniel; I can't say I agree wholeheartedly with you on that, Robert. Scottie Rayda is a fine competitor, but it seems to me he could easily throw this match away, and more so than El Kabong Jr. The man has a short temper, and if he allows it to get the better of him, Kabong is gonna walk away with the strap.

Robert Purcell; Here we go Dean! This is it!

The arena plunges into darkness as "Droppin' Plates" by Disturbed hits the speakers. The arena is rocked by a tidal wave of jeering, which becomes even more evident as Scottie Rayda strides out onto the stage. Twin pyros shoot from the top of the ramp into the upper reaches of the arena, as Rayda heads toward the ring. Rayda rolls under the bottom rope, before climbing the turnbuckle and staring out at the crowd, who boo with a purpose. He looks around, intense focus evident on his face.

Robert Purcell; Right now this man has more cause to be nervous than at any other point in his career, and yet he looks like he has everything under control.

Dean Nathaniel; Situations like this can tug at the heartstrings of the most laidback men and women on the planet. El Kabong Jr will certainly be aided by the support of the crowd, and as much as Rayda might claim he hates these fans, it does no harm to know that you've got so many people willing you to victory. Even he can't deny that without blinking a few times.

The opening riff of "Hate To Say I Told You So" by The Hives hits the PA. The crowd unleashes a deafening roar, and El Kabong Jr steps out from the concourse. He descends the steps, walking through the crowd, who urge him on as he passes. He jumps over the guardrail and slides into the ring, holding out his arms in a crucifix, as pyros explode from the ringposts. He climbs up onto the turnbuckle and stares out at the crowd, the roar still filling the arena, even as his music dies down. He steps down and removes his jacket, engaging in a staredown with Rayda as the crowd get well behind him. The tension is unbearable as the two men stand just a couple of feet apart.

Dean Nathaniel; Look at this, Robert. It's a cliche to say it, but you truly can cut the atmosphere in this arena with a knife.

Rayda and Kabong face off in the centre of the ring, the crowd dying for them to get on with the matchup. The referee lays down a few laws as Rayda and Kabong are now just a few inches apart, standing nose to nose in the centre of the ring. They have a few moments of trash talk, before Scottie unleashes the first shot. The power behind the punch knocks Kabong back, and he holds his sore jaw as Scottie looks around, laughing. Kabong takes his hand away and stares a hole through Rayda, and to the crowd's delight, he dives forward and begins to level Rayda with right hands! The bell sounds quickly, signifying this Heavyweight title match to be underway.

Dean Nathaniel; Here we go! This match is underway, and immediately El Kabong Jr on the offensive! Rayda got cocky Robert, and he's paying the price in the early going!

The crowd are on their feet as Kabong continues to hammer Rayda with right hands, delivering a brash elbow that sends him backwards into the corner. Kabong runs in, delivering a clothesline in the corner, before catching Rayda around the head and delivering a bulldog! The fans are well behind Kabong as he makes a quick cover on Rayda for one, two! Rayda kicks out easily, albeit with a look of surprise more than obvious on his face. He gets up, finding himself met by an armdrag, and another. He gets back up the third time, waltzing right into a kick and a snap suplex from Kabong for another quick pin and kickout!

Dean Nathaniel; Kabong is on fire!

Robert Purcell; I wish!

Dean Nathaniel; And by the looks of things, so does Scottie Rayda!

Rayda is still unperturbed by the moves, more so by the speed of his opponent and the reactions of the crowd. He stands up again, and Kabong hits him with a jawbreaker. Rayda staggers back from the impact, leaning on the ropes, and Kabong runs over. He launches himself up to Rayda's shoulders, rolling forward and over the top rope, catching hold and sending Rayda sailing to the outside with a hurracanrana! Kabong drags himself up, standing on the apron and looking out at the much appreciative crowd with a smile, as they begin another chant.

Dean Nathaniel; What a move that was by El Kabong Jr. The man is not letting Rayda have a second to rest, and Scottie has gotta do something fast, before these moves begin to do his chances some major damage!

Rayda stands on the outside, looking up at Kabong in amazement as he tries to shake the cobwebs loose. He staggers towards Kabong, who jumps off with an attempt at a missile dropkick. He flies straight at Rayda, but the Australian sidesteps, and Kabong lands on the ground with a thud! The atmosphere sinks immediately, and boos break out around the arena as Rayda leans on the apron to catch his breath. He stands up and walks over to Kabong as he crawls on all fours towards the ringsteps. Rayda stands over Kabong, delivering a stomp to the back, and following up with a few more kicks as the crowd by ringside curse at him. He grabs Kabong and drags him to his knees, delivering a couple of hard right hands. The referee tries to shout them back into the ring, but Rayda is having none of it.

Robert Purcell; He's a mean machine!

Dean Nathaniel; Rayda has turned the tables quickly in this matchup, and the fans are certainly not enjoying it!

The referee climbs out and walks over, trying to drag Rayda away as Scottie slams Kabong's head into the ringsteps. Scottie lets go and walks towards the ring with his hands in the air, rolling in as the referee walks over to check on Kabong, but Rayda rolls straight back out on the other side of the ringpost, going over to Kabong again and drilling his head into the steel once more. The crowd jeers, but Scottie simply laughs as the referee continues to berate him. Rayda finally grabs Kabong, rolling him into the ring and following after him. El Kabong pulls himself up in the corner, the crowd trying to get behind him as Rayda walks over, standing Kabong up and pushing him chest-first against the turnbuckle. He raises his right arm, delivering a strong chop to the upper back. The sound echoes through the arena, accompanied by the sound of the crowd's disdain. Rayda drags Kabong back up and delivers another one, sending Kabong slumping over the second turnbuckle.

Robert Purcell; This is what Scottie Rayda needs to do. He needs to maintain his momentum, keep Kabong subdued, and slowly wear him down with those powerful moves of his.

Dean Nathaniel; You're right Robert, Kabong can certainly not work to his strengths if the match is kept at a slow pace. And it seems Scottie Rayda knows that as well as anyone.

Rayda spins Kabong around in the corner, slamming his elbow hard into Kabong's face. He grabs the luchadore by the wrist, whipping him across the ring, before chasing across after him and meeting him with a strong clothesline on the rebound! Kabong hits the ground hard, whipping down into the canvas with force, before Rayda drops to his knees and makes a nonchalant cover, which Kabong escapes with ease. Rayda shifts to the back of Kabong, locking in the Eye Of The Storm, to jeers from the crowd. The referee makes a quick count to 5, forcing him to break off the illegal choke.

Dean Nathaniel; I'm not sure that's a wise move on Rayda's part. He's already in the referee's bad books, and the more he defies the referee's authority the more inclined the referee will be to see him lose.

Robert Purcell; But you can't deny the effectiveness of a hold like that. Sure it's illegal, but it's illegal for a reason, and that's because it saps the life out of you.

Rayda snaps in the hold again, and the referee intervenes physically this time, dragging Rayda's arm from around Kabong's neck. The two men stand up, arguing the toss as Kabong crawls towards another corner. After a few seconds Rayda leaves the referee and follows Kabong, propping him up in the corner again. He delivers a pair of back elbows to Kabong, before dropping back a few feet, and charging in. He runs in and splashes Kabong in the corner, but staggers out holding his face as a result of a raised elbow! The atmosphere rises again as Kabong props himself on the second rope, jumping off and delivering a missile dropkick! This time the move connects, and Rayda is knocked to the ground!

Dean Nathaniel; Now do you see where I'm coming from? Those moments wasted arguing with the referee could have been put to better use by Rayda, but instead Kabong was given the chance to regain his energy!

Robert Purcell; It's a simple mistake to make.

Rayda again jumps back to his feet, but Kabong floors him with a flying cross body. He rolls over into a cover for one, two, no! Rayda kicks out right on time, and Kabong jumps back up, full of energy once more. He tosses Rayda into the ropes, delivering a drop toehold, before running to the ropes, delivering a springboard legdrop to the back of the head! The crowd cheers Kabong on as he gets back up, climbing to the second rope. As Rayda stands up Kabong launches himself forward, catching him by the head. He swings around Rayda, looking for a Tornado DDT, but Rayda stays on his feet. Kabong lands on the canvas safely, still with a hold of Rayda's head, but Rayda lifts him up by his legs and delivers an inverted Atomic drop! Kabong bounces a good few inches up off the ground from the impact, and Rayda catches him around the chest, delivering a powerful belly to belly suplex, planting Kabong into the mat with force!

Robert Purcell; See? Everything in it's right place.

Dean Nathaniel; El Kabong Jr would be inclined to disagree with you there!

Robert Purcell; Of course he would. He's just been crocked!

Kabong lies on the mat, his arms wrapped around his torso, and favouring his back. Rayda walks over and makes another slightly nonchalant cover, and Kabong kicks out just on the count of two. He sits up as Rayda claps his hands in front of the referee sarcastically, before turning back and locking in a sleeper. Kabong immediately does what he can to counter the move, getting to his feet, and delivering a few elbows into his opponents ribs. He breaks free of the headlock and runs the ropes, ducking a clothesline from Rayda. He comes back and throws himself up, taking Rayda to the mat with a headscissors takedown! The crowd are on their feet once again as Kabong runs over, jumping up, and bringing Scottie down on the drop with a DDT! He rolls over and makes a cover of his own, and the crowd sigh in unison as Rayda gets his shoulder up.

Dean Nathaniel; This is a rollercoaster ride of a match. Both men are having their moments!

Kabong stands back up, looking out at the crowd, and raising his arms into the air to whoops of delight from the fans. He grabs Rayda, pushing him into the ropes, and executing a pair of knife-edge chops. Rayda quickly pushes Kabong back, looking for a chop himself, but Kabong ducks underneath. He stands back face to face with Scottie, delivering a set of right hands, but Rayda counters with a thumb to the eye. He whips Kabong into the ropes again, catching him around the waist. He attempts a German suplex, but Kabong counters into a victory roll for a near fall! Rayda stands back up again, charging at Kabong, but Kabong jumps and rolls over into a sunset flip for another near fall! The atmosphere begins to boil over again as Kabong keeps up the momentum, sapping the energy out of Rayda with each near fall. The two come to blows again, in the middle of the ring.

Dean Nathaniel; Kabong and Rayda exchanging right hands in the centre of the ring here, and it's tough to see who is gonna walk away with the belt at this juncture. Just as one man builds up some momentum, it gets broken!

Robert Purcell; Speaking of which!

Rayda quickly begins to deliver a few right hands, backing Kabong up with thumping blows. He pushes Kabong into the ropes, cradling him in the air as he catches him on the rebound, before delivering The Falcon Arrow! The crowd gasp as Rayda hits the move from out of nowhere, stunning El Kabong Jr, and making a quick pin! He anticipates the win as the referee drops to count, but Kabong kicks out at two! Scottie stands up and confronts the referee, backing him into the corner menacingly and making a few threats as Kabong makes his best efforts to get to his feet. The fans cheer as Kabong slowly gets up, looking towards the Australian, but Rayda twigs on and turns around as Kabong runs towards him. Scottie sidesteps at the last minute and gives Kabong a helping hand, straight into crushing the referee!

Dean Nathaniel; This isn't good!

Kabong turns back and blocks a right hand from Rayda, forcing him back, but Rayda sticks out a boot. Kabong reacts quickly and catches the foot, spinning Scottie around, and delivering Sinister Sensations! Rayda is left dropped on the mat as El Kabong Jr makes a cover, and the crowd count the three, but the referee is unable to do so! Kabong sees the referee stirring from his daze, and looks around at the fans. He stands up and points at the top rope, to a huge cheer!

Dean Nathaniel; El Kabong Jr is looking to finish it off with the Special Splash! If he connects, he could well have the belt!

Robert Purcell; Wake up Scottie! Wake up! For the love of God wake up!

El Kabong walks over, springing himself onto the top rope! The fans go wild as he looks left and right, before launching himself off the turnbuckle and coming down onto Rayda with the El Kabong Special Splash! The impact sends him rolling away, but he quickly scurries back and hooks the leg! He waves the referee on, begging for him to come and make the count, as he drags himself over! He raises his arm and counts one, then two, but no! Kabong is denied the belt at the last second, as Scottie Rayda gets his shoulder up again! Kabong rests on his knees, holding his head in his hands as Rayda manages to defy defeat at the last moment!

Dean Nathaniel; That was close! Rayda was mere centimetres from losing there!

Kabong stands up, the will of the fans spurring him on to victory as he stares down at Rayda. Scottie begins to climb to his feet, and El Kabong continues to feed off the crowd as they chant "Rude Boy!" once again. He waits for Scottie to stand up, before moving forward at speed and attacking with vigour, knocking him back with right hand after right hand. The support is extremely vocal from the fans, who spur him on with everything they have left as he pushes Rayda back. He tosses Rayda into the opposing ropes, jumping up as he comes back, and delivering a second jumping DDT! The second one hits with extreme force, and the crowd watches with huge excitement as the referee finally gets back to his feet, watching Kabong as he goes up to the top again!

Dean Nathaniel; Rayda is running out of time!

Robert Purcell; Something tells me El Kabong shouldn't be going for the big finish again!

El Kabong stands up, smiling out at the fans, and launching himself off with another Special Splash! He comes flying down onto Rayda, but this time the Australian raises his knees! Kabong rolls off him, grasping his midsection in agony from the impact of Rayda's knees to his rib area! He stands up, staggering around, doubled over as Rayda gets to his feet. He stares intently at Kabong, before grabbing him and setting him in a standing headscissors. He reaches his arms around Kabong's waist and drags him up, delivering a powerbomb! He pulls Kabong up a second time, dropping him with another powerbomb, before taking a moment to regain his breath and hauling El Kabong up for the final powerbomb!

Robert Purcell; Say goodnight!

Rayda drags El Kabong Jr up, before powering him down with a sit-out powerbomb! The ring shakes from the impact as Rayda reaches forward with the cover, pinning El Kabong Jr's shoulders to the canvas for the one, two, three!

Robert Purcell; Yes! I told you Dean, I told you! Scottie Rayda is the champion!

Dean Nathaniel; What an unbelievable matchup! This was one hell of a contest, but at the end of it all, the Australian is walking away with the Heavyweight strap! What an effort by El Kabong Jr!

Robert Purcell; And by Rayda, thank you very much!

Dean Nathaniel; By both men! That was a fitting main event for an unbelievable night of action here at Origins! We've seen new Tag Team champions in The Bane-Shees, a new International champion in Miami Missile, but at the end of the night it's Scottie Rayda who is walking away with the biggest prize on offer!

Scottie Rayda holds the Creation Heavyweight title in his grasp, the fans looking on in disappointment, and his music playing through the arena as he scales the turnbuckle, holding the belt up. He points to the belt and to himself, talking a few words in victory to the fans, before crossing the ring and showing the gold in pride to the other side of the arena! After a few more seconds he gets back down and stands over El Kabong Jr, pushing the belt in his vision and mouthing off. He stands back up over El Kabong Jr and faces the crowd again, holding the belt over his head in victory!