John Pilkington: Folks, this match could main event most other feds�...two of the baddest monsters of the NLR....Deathstroke and Spawn�..are set to clash momentarily

Tim Sullivan: Two guys that wouldn�t mind permanently injuring the other person, if you ask me. This may just be the match of the year....I can�t wait for this match to start.

JP: Maybe my partner�s being a bit over the top, but this is like the unstoppable force and immovable object time here at the arena�.

[ The lights in the arena dim. "Dragula" by Rob Zombie plays through the arena as smoke begins to fill the entranceway. Strobe lights dance in the smoke. Suddenly, a large figure steps into the smoke. Deathstroke steps from the smoke, with his ring gear on, and a black t-shirt with the word MONSTER on the chest. He looks around the arena, rolling his shoulders forward. A slight grin comes to his face and he nods slowly, taking in the cheers�.however, there are some boobirds in the crowd for the Reaper. He slaps the word on his chest and then stalks toward the ring and climbs in. He runs to the far turnbuckle and mounts it, throwing his arms up in the air and bringing a roar up from the crowd. He hops down and runs to the opposite turnbuckle, mounts it, and looks out at the crowd. He grins slightly and slaps the word on his chest again. After another loud, mixed pop, he hops down from the turnbuckle and pulls the t-shirt off. ]

JP: We�re waiting for the controversial Spawn now�.we shouldn�t have to wait long�.

[ The lights dim and "God Hates Us All" begins to play over the speakers in the arena�.bringing out a loud mixture of cheers and boos, but it seems like a pretty even split. As the drum rift begins, out walks Spawn's manager, Mari Posa. She struts around in a circle before standing and pointing to the entrance. The drum rift changes and out walks "The God of Hardcore" Spawn. Spawn walks from one side of the stage to the other, getting the crowd and himself pumped up before his manager leads him down to the ring. Spawn places Mari Posa on the ring apron and she opens the ropes while he enters and then walks over to the nearby corner and steps up to the middle turnbuckle and throws his fist up into the air. The crowd pops for him and he then hops down for the match, keeping his eyes on the massive Deathstroke as he does so. ]

TS: (excitedly) Man...look at the eyes of that guy....he could probably kill you with a thought...

JP: (sarcastically) Really?

[ For all the volume that the crowd is producing, Spawn and Deathstroke are patently ignoring it, and are focused on each other. ]

JP: The ref is in the ring now, and is signaling for the bell.....

[ *DING* ]

[ The two men circle each other, for a few seconds, then close and lock up in a collar-and-elbow. Deathstroke, by far the heavier and stronger of the two, bulls Spawn into the corner. The ref moves in, and begins the count, and Deathstroke breaks, doing so cleanly, and raising his hands up in the air as if to show the crowd that he broke clean. The crowd responds with cheers and boos, which Deathstroke ignores. Again, the two close and lock up in the collar-and-elbow, and, again, Deathstroke bulls Spawn into the corner. This time, however, Deathstroke lashes out with a right hand.....but it is blocked by Spawn, who lands a heavy blow of his own, backing Deathstroke back a step. The crowd raises a shout when it happens, and Deathstroke backs off. ]

JP: Solid blow by Spawn! Deathstroke won�t underestimate Spawn again......

[ Spawn moves in, grabbing the left arm of Deathstroke, and spinning it around, locking in a nice-looking armbar. Deathstroke winces, but otherwise doesn�t react, save an attempt to make it to the ropes, which is blocked by Spawn. ]

[ Deathstroke, after about five or six seconds, turns into Spawn and bulls him into the ropes. Spawn is forced to break the hold, and Deathstroke lands a big boot to the midsection, bending Spawn over in pain. Deathstroke then slings Spawn across the ring, towards the opposite ring ropes. Spawn bounces off, and ducks under a lairiat. Coming off the other ring rope, he throws a wicked shoulder block, but barely budges the larger man. Spawn is undaunted, though, and, after a pause, throws himself off of the closest set of ring ropes, and attempts another shoulder block, but Deathstroke, with astonishing speed, catches Spawn with a power slam! The crowd yelps in response! ]

TS: WOW! Big slam from the Reaper!

[ Deathstroke makes no pin attempt, though, quickly rising off of the prone Spawn, and dropping an elbow. Then, again, and again, finally standing over the writhing Spawn and looking at him with something akin to disgust. The crowd is still mixed, with a few more cheers then boos, but it seems that both men have heat both ways with the crowd. ]

TS: You know, after his suspension, Spawn seemed to lose a lot of fans. I remember when he�d be cheered by every fan in the building.

JP: And the fact that Deathstroke has a history in this town, it seems we don�t have a clear fan favorite in this match. Now, it looks like Deathstroke is going with what he does best....power and pain.

[ Deathstroke is now picking up the hurting Spawn, holding him up. A quick blow to the head, and Spawn winces, trying to back off and gain some space between him and the monster, but Deathstroke isn�t allowing it, following him into the corner, grasping his head, and again laying a solid forearm him. ]

JP: Spawn is obviously in trouble...Deathstroke scouted out his opponent very well. Spawn has to find a way to get some offense in before he finds himself short a tooth or two.

[ Spawn is reeling, and is being saved more abuse by the ref, who is breaking up the corner action, and giving Deathstroke a talking-to. Deathstroke nods once, and reaches for Spawn, who ducks, and rolls away from the huge hands. Spawn stands up in the middle of the ring, and Deathstroke charges him. Spawn suddenly drops, and leg-whips Deathstroke to the mat! The *whap!* that Deathstroke makes when he hits the canvas echoes through the arena, and Spawn rolls over, engaging Deathstroke�s left leg with a half-crab. Deathstroke�s eyes go wide with pain, and he reaches for the ropes, but they are six inches too far away. ]

[ As the ref looks on, and as the crowd continues to give their emotions vent, Spawn hauls back hard on the leg. Deathstroke raises up in the push-up position, and begins to fight for that half foot. Spawn grits his teeth in effort, but can�t keep the bigger man from reaching the ropes. The ref comes in, counts the five, and breaks the hold. Spawn looks at the ref with abject hatred, and begins to land heavy kicks on the leg he was just told to let go of, causing Deathstroke to roll out of the ring, and hit the mats on the floor heavily. ]

TS: On the floor now...this ought to be good...

[ Spawn comes out of the ring, himself, and pursues the Reaper. Catching up with the limping Deathstroke, he lashed out, kicking him in the left knee, and causing it to buckle. Deathstroke goes down on the pained leg, and Spawn goes to it again, with heavy kicks. ]

JP: Looks to me like the strategy is clear....Spawn is trying to knock the bigger man�s base out.....you can�t stand when you have no legs....

[ Deathstroke begins the arduous task of crawling away from the continuing assault from Spawn, much to the angst of the ring-side fans, who want to see him turn and fight. The Dark Nam comes around the corner, near the Announce Table. As Spawn follows him, landing kick after kick to the upper part of his leg, Deathstroke wraps his hand around the leg of a folding chair. Suddenly, without warning, he lifts the chair with that one hand, and blindly throws it behind him....it strikes Spawn in the head, right above his eye, and he backs off, obviously in pain. The chair actually bounces off of the self-proclaimed �God of Hardcore�, and goes into the crowd, striking several fans. ]

TS: Desperation move by Deathstroke gets him a reprieve.....Oh....Spawn is busted open! Spawn is busted open! I don�t think the bigger man was even thinking about that, but this accident is going to help him, �cause he�s out on his feet.

JP: Yes, the chair shot works in hurting Spawn....Deathstroke manages to stun Spawn with the inadvertent chair shot.

[ An angry swelling is becoming visible over the right eye of Spawn, and blood is trickling down his face. He wipes at it, and looks at it....he looks up suddenly, but too late, as Deathstroke hits him with a big boot in the face! The crowd �oohs� as Spawn is knocked backwards onto his back. Deathstroke limps over to Spawn, and picks him up, punching him in the face. Spawn�s eyes go glassy, and Deathstroke strikes again, knocking Spawn out of his grip, and onto the floor. ]

TS: (excitedly) He can�t win outside the ring, Matt!

[ As if on cue, Deathstroke picks up the bleeding Spawn and rolls him into the ring. He then climbs up onto the ring apron, but Spawn suddenly lashes out with a kick, knocking the larger man�s legs out from underneath him, and Deathstroke falls, striking his head on the apron, and sliding down to the floor! The fans cheer and jeer at Deathstroke, as he instinctively reaches up for his head. ]

[ Spawn struggles to his feet, unsteadily, and makes his way over to the corner. He climbs the corner, and crouches on the top rope, letting his head clear, and waiting for Deathstroke to rise. After a few seconds, Deathstroke rises, and looks up...just in time to hear the crowd �AAAHHH!� and to see Spawn come off the top rope, down onto the longtime member of Six with a huge body block! Both men are propelled into the floor, with Spawn bouncing off of Deathstroke�s chest, and onto the floor. ]

JP: Holy Cow!

[Both men are rolling on the ground in pain, and Spawn gets up first, stumbling to the ring, and rolling weakly in. The ref looks at Spawn, pushes him ring, and as the man gets into the squared circle, begins a slow count on the prone Deathstroke: ]

1....................2...................3.........

[ Spawn approaches the ref, and looks at him with surprised rage. ]

Spawn: Come on, asshole! Count!

[ The ref pushes Spawn back, and points at his striped shirt, then points at the ramp. ]

TS: Looks like the ref is telling Spawn who�s in charge!

[ Suddenly, Spawn shoots an arm out, and grabs the lapel of the ref! The first cheer of the match rises from the assembled, eager to see the ref get slapped. Hill frantically yells at Spawn, and Spawn lets go, backing into the neutral corner. The ref turns to count... ]

1.....................2......................3....

[ Deathstroke is up now, and rolling into the ring. As he enters, Spawn lands a boot to his left leg, and then hits a spinning toe hold on the left leg. He rises, and then, hits it again, this time holding the foot in the twisted position, until the ref breaks the hold.....Deathstroke has the ropes. Spawn angrily backs off, jawing at the ref the whole time. The ref retreats from Spawn, and Spawn follows, threateningly following him. As he does, Deathstroke rises, limping badly now, and grabs Spawn, spins him around, and grabs his throat! Chokeslam! Spawn is pounded to the canvas! He crowd cheers and boos Deathstroke, as he points to the fallen Spawn, looking at the crowd as if to prove a point. ]

JP: Spawn is in real trouble here....

[ Spawn unsteadily gets to his feet, and leans back on the ring-ropes. Deathstroke comes back in, and throws an elbow, which lands, and then he reaches back to throw a hamhock of a right hand, but it is blocked, and Spawn fires back! The crowd comes to life as Spawn works his way back into the fight, landing punch after punch to the head of Deathstroke. Then, suddenly, he wraps his arms around the larger man, and snaps a belly-to-belly suplex! Deathstroke lands heavily on his back, and Spawn rolls over, pushes Deathstroke over on his belly, and hooks in a Sharpshooter! ]

JP: Spawn is trying like mad to take Deathstroke�s wheels out, and Deathstroke is trying to take Spawn�s head off...which will happen first?

[ Deathstroke shows the first real emotion of the night as he fights the painful submission hold. After a few moments, he managed to scrabble for purchase and get to the nearby ringropes, and the ref again breaks the count. Spawn is frustrated at this third intervention by the referee, but this time he ignores the smaller man. Moving around to the front of the larger Deathstroke, he launches a flurry of knife-edged chops. ]

SMACK!!

[ �WOOOOO!!� the crowd screams as he chops him. After five chops, the larger man is backing off, holding his chest in pain, and Spawn is trying to get his fans pumped up�..but he misses the retribution of the Reaper, and a massive arm strikes him. The clothesline from Deathstroke knocks Spawn down, and both men have to fight to get themselves together. ]

JP: Spawn can�t trade blows with Deathstroke. The man has 75 pounds on him, at least, and Spawn was finding success with his strategy of going for the legs.

JP: One can�t overlook the fact that both guys have taken some huge shots. Whoever gets the last big shot in is going to win this match.

[ Deathstroke shakes his head, stunned and a little surprised that the smaller man had been as tough as he turned out to be. He reaches over and palms the head of Spawn, then slings him into the far ropes, setting him up for another hard-hitting move�..

�but Spawn ducks, and Deathstroke misses with a huge clubbing blow. As �Stroke comes around, Spawm crouches, then whirls around and catches the larger man with a sharp superkick! ]

JS: GODSMACK! Spawn hits his superkick! Deathstroke is out!

[ And, truth be told, he is out, and Spawn wastes no time, falling on the man and letting the ref slide over: ]

1�..2�..3!!!

Jackie Frazier: Here is your winner, SPAWN!