”More Human,” by White Zombie, blasts over the P.A system, as the crowd has just taken a little time, to recover from the Cabalar and Logan match. Now, walking down the ramp, is a familiar face, to anyone around the XWF world, as Mark Adkins, wearing a paper grin along his lips. Worley, retaking her place back into the center of the ring, and moves the mic in front of her delicate lips.

Worley: And now, making his way down the ramp, standing at six foot, and one inch, it is, MAAARRRK ADDDKIIIINNNS!

Adkins moves his arms up, and into the air, taking a large pop from the crowd, he cheers himself, and jumps from side to side. Behind him, the curtains start to blow just a bit, as a man explodes from within, Draven Xavier, comes running from behind, and tackles Mark from behind, the bell has already sounded, as the beat down starts outside, with Draven beating Adkins around, slamming his head into the rails.

Wells: Now that is cheap, Draven has came out prematurely, and attacked Adkins before he could even make his way to the ring…That just doesn’t go down well with me Midnight Star.

Star: Yeah, I couldn’t agree more, but Adkins is a tough man, I am more than sure he can put up with it.

Adkins quickly has reversed an Irish Whip, and slams Draven into the side of the railing, giving a large thud, and giving a sound from the crowd as usual, but Adkins is very determined, and goes for the attack, and picks him up, slamming him back down, landing him at a angle, so that his jaw slams into the raw metal.

Wells: Payback is a b*itch, I wonder how it feels to taste that raw metal up your ass, huh Draven?

Adkins, sees him hit the ground, but the aggression is far from over, but the oddly, rival asserted made form of hate, doesn’t allow him to let Xavier get far, but progresses in introducing him over, and over, and over into that railing. And this early into the match, his face has already been cut, from his forehead, ending down around the bridge of his nose. A thin strip, of nice blood running down to his lips.

Star: Yes it is, and Draven is paying nicely, with his own blood.

Adkins now whips him into the ring, and runs after, and by the time Mark is back into the ring, Draven is back up, and runs for a elbow slam, but instead, Adkins gets under it, and lands a nice Sweet Chin Music, almost putting him instantly out cold, and then goes for the pin….1….2…KICKOUT, just right before a three.

Wells: And then Draven, looks like is already out like a light…But Adkins doesn’t care, he already has him up, and whips him into the corner, going for a ten count.

Mark hits all of the ten punches, and steps off of the turnbuckle, watching Xavier drop, and hit the mat, his forehead skidding along the mat, leaving a thin strip of blood, but Mark has already started to bash his head down hard, and into the very curve of his bone, bringing out another good amount of blood, staining his nice cloth pants.

Wells: I really do enjoy watching a good match between two men, who are so good rivals. Both of them, hate another so much, that they would do anything to kill another..but so far, this match has Mark Adkins written all over it.

Adkins whips him into the opposite corner, and runs, throwing all of his body weight on top of him, and then rolls down to his feet, tossing him across the ring, far enough, so the end of his head was to bounce off of the steel once more.

Star: And Adkins is still never to let up, but I really couldn’t blame him. I mean, Xavier called him out, for a one night thing, but he hasn’t even tried to do anything. Either that, or Adkins is more than ready for this match, that he looks. Either way, there is enough blood inside of that ring, for both of them.

Adkins picks him up, and takes his head, into a good grip, into his right hand, grabbing an justed amount of hair, and slams his head over, and over into the turnbuckle, blood fragments exploring the area around the turnbuckle, still dishing out the punishment. But the match was over, just after that Superkick, around that time, Xavier was already out of the match, but Mark wasn’t just going to let it end that fast, or that easy, without a little more punishment.

Star: I don’t know how much longer this could possibly go, but I see that Mark is still holding out his intentions, and making sure that he sees more blood, that he has yet to be seen..but I guess all of those false accusations for Rape, can really make a man thirsty for man flesh.

Mark Adkins lifts him back to his feet, and watches him for a moment or so, watching Draven stumbled around for a moment or so, the look in his eyes really saying that he had no idea where he was at, or who he was. Mark almost smirked to himself, watching the beauty of all that he had done, just right before his eyes. He raises his hand up, and slams in into Xavier’s head, putting him down on his ass, in one good hard hit, sending a good crack around the arena. This time, Adkins gives him enough time, to stand on his own, but the same result, his grinds those knuckles into the side of his head, with a good doing, and puts him back down.

Wells: Now he’s starting to play with him even more..this is turning out to be more cruel than anything.

Star: Cruel? I thought you would sort of enjoy something like this Jake, I mean you do enjoy seeing good matches, don’t you?

Wells: Well, I do enjoy seeing a good match, I can’t say that I don’t. but this match was over, when it started outside of the ring. This was a match that was fought, a long time before it even started.

Adkins lifts him once more, and watches him, himself. Watching his knees wobble, and stumbled around, eyes almost turning, to a glazed look. Akins steps forward, and pushes hard onto his forehead, with an index finger, and puts him down, slowly to make a cover….1…2…3….PIN!

Worley: And here is your winner, MMAAARRRRK ADDDDKKKIIIINNNS!