Worley: And now, coming towards the ring, standing at five foot, and eight inches. Weighting in at one hundred, and sixty five pounds, KKKAAASSSSPPPPEEEEER!

He made his way slowly to the ring, and jumped to the canvas, and slid through the top, and middle, standing calmly, looking around. Eyes dead center, before he move to the other side, cracking his neck to the extreme right.

Wells: He looks dead set, this match should be fiery!

Becoming settled, "Party Up" by DMX, blasts over the P.A system, and the crowd pops, with a mixture of boos, and cheers. And running down the ramp, is D-Stroya.

Worley: Now, approaching the ring. One half of the World Tag-Team Champions, half of the faction, "G-Village." Standing at Six foot straight, tipping the scales at two hundred and fifty, DDDDDD-SSSTTTTRRRROOOOYYYYAAA!

Diving into the ring, before his name was hit, he thrusted both of his hands up into the air, receiving yet another pop, this one mostly consisted of more cheers. Time seems to pass unsteadily, and the bell has been tolled. And then two walk around for a minute or so.

Wells: Looks like both men are sizing another up. But it appears that D has the size advantage, but here in the XWF, that means nothing.

Star: That's about the smartest thing I believe you have said all night.

Both men go into the lock up, pushing each other back and forth, against the ropes, until D-Stroya wins the pushings, and whips him into the ropes across. By the time Jasper met back, D brought his forearm hard into his neck, jetting Jasper down into the mat.

Wells: New start here, and it looks like D-Stroya will start on the attacking, with that strong forearm being displayed.

Only stopping Jasper only for a second or so, he is already back to his feet, and is directly send back down into the mat, with the opposite forearm. And this time, bounces up with more speed.

Wells: He's taking alot of punishment from that forearm; I'd say it's not one of his best friends tonight.

Jumping back to his feet almost instantly, D-Stroya brings that same forearm forward, but instead, Kasper dunks under it, and pushes his right leg forward, pushing his heel into his jaw, only stumbling him back a few inches. Dazed, and confused look spread over his face.

Star: Finally getting around the arm, and made a comeback, with his foot in return. This should be getting ready to really heat up.

D comes back strong, and thrusts his left foot up into the air for a kick, but is caught by the hands of Kasper. Twisting it in his hand, he sends his own arm into D's neck, placing him onto the mat, but was not up fast. For the knee of Kasper was quickly placed on the neck of D. Out of breath, he coughs out, some of his saliva being placed on the mat in exchange. Pulled by his hair, he is standing, taking a straight punch to his jaw, then a snap kick to the ribs. Set up unto a pile driver, which seems to crack the side of his head into the mat, placing him into a state of nothingness.

Star: That hit looked crucial right there.

:: Note: Didn't know who won. So I left this one fer ya Phanny. ::