Wrestling Universe

NIGHT OF HELL

Tension filled the atmosphere of the brightly lit arena. A display of fireworks merely distracted the wowed audience from the events about to unfold. Sparkling illusions of excitement. They knew, however, that this pay-per-view may very well live up to its name: Night of Hell.

Prior to the event, the owner of the Wrestling Universe waived his control of the brands, handing them to a struggling Raw Star named John Cena.

Cena enlisted himself in the army of enforcers. Men who acted as the fists and shields of the owner to protect order and he himself against the rising power of the degenerates: Shawn Michaels, Triple H, Chyna, and the Outlaws.

Now, Cena stood in the ring with Kai En Tai, James, and Brandon Powers. A microphone in hand, he didn't wait for the noise that elevated in volume within the arena before he spat out his first orders as General Manager of the Brands.

"Shut up!" Cena spat. "The champ, is here!"

The crowds refused to stay their voices under the orders of the General Manager.

"Fine. You know what?" He turned to Kai En Tai, "looks like your match has just become a tornado-tag handicap match."

The audience responded with heavier boos that nearly blanketed all other noise in the arena.

"Yo, man, " he looked to James. "Looks like you got your wish. Bret Hart versus James in a first blood match -- here tonight!"

James smirked, but it went unnoticed, attention being drawn to the rioting behavior of the audience. The wrestlers in the ring were beginning to feel as if the black matted barriers that kept the fans at bay wouldn't be enough to protect them. Surprisingly, they drew a sigh of relief once they heard the theme music of Degeneration-X play loudly over the roaring cheers of the crowds, now changing their tune at the site of their heroes walking onto the stage.

"You want to make our match a tornado-tag," Triple H began to say, "that's fine, but don't think for a second that it will do Kai En Tai any good."

"See Cena," Shawn chortled, "you had to kiss the ass of the boss to get anywhere in WWE, and now that you have a fair playing field to show your real abilities, you failed."

"I don't know about you, Shawn, but that too me proves only one thing." B.G. James added in. "John Cena is a coward."

"Shut your mouths!" Cena demanded.

Shawn pretended to be scared, shaking and nearly dropping on his knees with laughter. He hung onto Chyna's shoulders to keep himself up, chuckling into the microphone, saying, "I'm sorry, but I just can't bring myself to take you seriously."

"Cena, you're pathetic. You can't get anywhere in life without sticking your nose up some rich bastard's ass." Triple H spat." Why don't you run along and wash your brown nose while Chyna beats Goldust for the inter-gender championship title?"

"This will be your night of hell, D-X! I promise you that." Cena said through gritted teeth. His face reddened with rage and his knuckled whitened around the black microphone in his shaking hand.

The enforcers exited the ring as Degeneration-X slowly descended the aisle to ensure that Chyna would not be attacked prior to her title match.

Rivals crossed paths, electricity building off the tension and hatred that boiled in the air above them. Once Chyna was in the ring and Cena's horde cleared the arena, Degeneration-X too took their leave.

Sparkling tablets of gold sprinkled down from the rafters into the arena. The elegant confetti signaled the arrival of the second contender to the new inter-gender championship title. The only title that would be shared by both Raw and iMPACT.

Both contenders had fought their way through a tournament of opponents to finally reach this night and this shot to be the first inter-gender title holder of the Wrestling Universe. History would be made, but who would be the one to make it?

Goldust entered the arena, slowly strutting down the aisle with his robe swaying behind him like it had a mind of its own. He entered the ring shortly after the descent, removing the wig and robe.

Chyna knew Goldust from during the attitude era, he wasn't so tough, she remembered. Although he had earned the highest title shot possible on the current iMPACT brand, he had not won it -- of course, that honor went to Triple H.

They eyed one another, the two eager combatants. One wanted to prove that she could dominate the male roster just as Triple H and Shawn could, despite her femininity. The other wanted to prove to himself and his brother that he was worth championship gold. That rivalry between Rhodes and Goldust had never died out since WrestleJam and the two even shared matches up until this point. With both individuals ready to make their marks, they collided and started the match.

Goldust was hoisted up for a Gorilla Press Slam. Chyna then dropped him off to the side, letting the gold one land on his back against the canvas. She pinned, but it was far too early for a count higher than two.

Chyna pulled herself, and her opponent up to their feet to continue the match. She would wear him down as she had with her opponents prior, but if that didn't do, a pedigree would. Her plans were tight and her ability to change them on a moments notice only aided her chances.

Goldust struck Chyna across the chest with a loud, fleshy chop. He continued to advance with her toward the ropes until he got his opponent leaning against them. He had brought Chyna down to a defensive position, cornered and helpless.

He jerked his black gloved hand up into a throat thrust that further strained Chyna's chances of rebelling against the assault. She could find no way to gain purchase to freedom until Goldust had used and Irish whip to send her off across the ring, running free from her prison against the ropes.

She took full advantage of her freedom.

Goldust ducked down, expecting Chyna to be tossed over and his control over the match to continue, but Chyna had other plans. None of them included allowing Goldust to gain anymore momentum in the match.

This she'd make sure of.

In a burst of cunning agility, she wrapped both of Goldust's arms over his back, placed his head between her knees and pulled him up, using a backward motion to ensure that he landed on his head. The impact of Goldust's cranium connecting with the canvas emitted a loud thud, and an even louder "Ooh," reaction from the fans around them.

Chyna pushed him over, curved up his right leg for a pin and counted with the referee as he struck the ring three times without any hesitation or any interruptions. Chyna had become the first ever Inter-Gender Champion in the Wrestling Universe by beating Goldust.

Celebration was in order.

The outlaws raced down to celebrate with her, holding her up on their shoulders as Chyna displayed the belt high in the air for all to see. A new title reign began and it marked the first title earned by Degeneration-X.

"Chyna is the first Inter-Gender Champion!" Exclaimed Jim Ross.

"She is now free to move between both Raw and iMPACT as she pleases to promote her title reign," Michael Cole replied, making note of the opportunities that now fell in Chyna's lap.

"This could mean the start of something big for Degeneration-X as well, Cole. This is a whole new ball game that has just gotten started!"

Backstage, standing before a red curtain was the challenger for the Hardcore Championship Title: Ric Flair.

The interviewer asked, "Flair, your rivalry with Mick Foley is well documented. Do you think this night will mark the end of that long running feud?"

"Let me tell you this: Mick Foley is nothing but a glorified stuntman and a disgrace to the ring." Flair said, grabbing the microphone from the young woman and turning toward the camera as he continued to rant. "What I'm going to do you tonight, Foley, is end your career! Shawn Michaels thought he could end mine back in WWE, but no one decides when the Nature Boy calls it quit except for the Nature Boy! Woo!" He added, "but tonight, I promise you, Foley, I'm going to take that title, and your career with it!"

Flair was the first one out to the arena. He was strutting proudly with his blue robe and attire shining under the lights above him and the camera flashes. The legend walked with that age long pride to the ring, entering the ring as if he had already won the match. He certainly had won in the match against egos.

He was slow to remove the robe, ensuring that every second that was devoured by his presence was used on promoting his image by flaunting his pride and drawing the flashes toward him, the lights on him, the attention on him.

His face dropped hastily into a bitter grimace as Foley's theme broke through his illusionary fantasy.

The true fan-favorite, Foley was cheered and seemed to have accumulated more of the limelight during his more humble entrance than that of Ric Flair. Flair was visibly enraged and overflowing with jealousy.

It was unknown to Flair how any scrub like Foley could be so well adored by the fans, but it didn't matter anymore for he knew it was going to be the last match Foley ever had. The last time Foley's name would show up in the Wrestling Universe. He would end it by taking the title from him. A long reign would finally come to a close to allow Flair an even longer one.

Flair wasted no time in starting the match. He raced out of the ring to meet Foley near the end of the aisle and pelted his rival with a hard first to the face. The vicious attack continued as he ran his opponent into the metal steps that led to the surface of the ring.

The referee called for the bell, starting the match officially. As a Hardcore bout, there was no reason to start or even be in the ring at any point in time. The two could exit the stadium itself and the match stipulation would deem it legal.

Now Flair took full advantage of that. He used a chair to bash the skull of his opponent. He continued hitting Foley several more times against his shoulder and head before deciding the it was time to move onto something different.

Foley had no chance to fight back. His limp body was dragged anywhere Flair wished it to be taken. He leaned Foley against the black barricade, forcing the spectators to back off from the scene as Flair then used the chair to whack his opponent's chest and stomach.

With a final strike, using the rounded edge of the folded chair, Flair shoved Foley over the barricade and toppling onto a kid's chair -- cleared well before Flair's assault, of course.

What was thought to be a match between two long time rivals soon became a full on beat down. Flair had gained a quick win after throwing Foley over the barricade with the chair, but true to his vitriolic words, he continued to attack his nemesis. He wanted Foley to bleed.

He wanted Foley's career ended.

"My god! Someone needs to stop him!" Cried out Jim Ross.

"Ric Flair has gone mad," Cole grimly stated, agreeing that Flair needed to be stopped soon before even further damage occurred.

Help eventually did come for Foley. Medics and officials tried to pry the old veteran off the robust, but limp hardcore legend. With the belt shoved into his arms, he was quickly forgotten and once again the attention was all on Foley. In trying to steal the glory from the glorified stuntman, he ended up forcing himself into exile from the flashing lights and attention.

Flair slipped away under the piercing shroud of hatred and boos burning into him through the fans. Foley was carried away through the side exit on a stretcher and that was the end of the Hardcore match. A new champion, and an injured legend.

John Cena was shown with Brandon Powers and Sun Xun backstage in Nathan's office. Brandon rubbed his chin in a deep pensive state before being the first to speak.

"So you decided to give Bret Hart to James?" He wondered, turning his head to Sun Xun and then to Cena for a reply.

"Yes. The fans asked for it." Cena justified his actions by saying, "Nathan asked me to restore order to the Wrestling Universe and I'm not going to stand for their chaotic behavior. If they want to rebel like a flock of pathetic degenerates, then they'll pay the punishment."

"In this case, Bret Hart pays." Brandon cut Cena's next response off, he said, "do you understand what this means to Bret?"

"I don't really care, man. Yo, I respect Bret Hart, but he turned his back on the industry, like The Rock."

"Bret was forced into retirement through injury." Sun Xun finally added, showing that he was actually capable of speaking english despite his Japanese origins.

"I don't care." Cena slammed his first into his other palm. "James has been wanting Hart in the ring for months now, and so I'm giving it to him as a token of partnership and friendship. We're the Enforcers to the owner and we need to stick together," Cena stated.

"I'm probably his only best friend." Brandon sat down, wondering to himself, "and I know this will mean a lot to him, but I don't think you understand what James will do."

"We'll find out later, there's a knock at the door." Cena interrupted, opening the door after three loud hurried knocks broke through the groups discussion.

The interrupter was Paul Bearer.

He shuffled into the room, pushing past the purple haired Japanese man and glaring with a bulging right eye toward John Cena. His finger pointed accusingly.

"What is this I hear about Undertaker being removed from the fatal four way match tonight?" He demanded an answer be given.

"Undertaker had to go, man. I decided it was my time to get that championship title." Cena answered, but only further infuriated the Undertaker's confidant.

"This will be the last mistake you ever make John Cena, I'll be damn sure of it! Oh yes! You better not win that title, because if you d--" Cena cut him off.

"Take this fool out of here. Take him to Subway or Jenny Craig." He ordered Sun Xun and Brandon Powers to eliminate Bearer from the office.

As they complied with the orders of the General Manager, they winced at the high pitched screaming of Paul Bearer's threats that echoed throughout the hallway outside the office. He screamed, "Damn you Cena! Damn you! You will regret this! Oh, you will! You will!"

As the challenger to the Women's Championship Title mader her entrance to the ring, Jim Ross commented on the backstage scene. He said, "it seems to me that John Cena has taken Undertaker out of Raw's Fatal Four Way for the Universal Championship TItle and inserted himself."

"That may not have been a wise move to target Undertaker, but I can understand why he did it," Cole added, "The Rock had taken the chance away from John Cena before the pay-per-view and now -- at least in theory -- Cena wants revenge and the championship."

"That I understand, but it is still an unfair and unjust decision on the part of our new General Manager."

"That I agree on, but let's focus on this title match." Cole switched gears, "Trish Stratus has now entered the ring and she will face Beth Phoenix for the Women's Championship Title."
"We've seen one title switch hands already, could Trish take the gold from Beth? We'll find out!"

Beth Phoenix entered the arena through a ring of fire. Like her namesake, she rose up above the flames with the women's title belt shining around her waist. As she descended the aisle, Beth kept her gaze upon the challenger in the ring.

Trish Stratus.

Being called out of retirement with the promises of title reigns and more respect than WWE had offered up during its time. She had her own sights on Beth since arriving, having only encountered the Glamazon twice prior to joining the Wrestling Universe.

Now one of the two most dominating women in wrestling history were on paths that crashed straight into one another like runaway freight trains. Only one would survive as champion and as Beth entered the ring, Trish was already figuring a way to ensure it would be she walking out with the gold and not her rival.

It began with a taunt. Beth handed off her title and mocked Trish through unheard words -- unheard by the audience around them, of course. Trish displayed a grim smirk and then pushed her opponent in retaliation. Words weren't going to be her weapon, she had fists and a kick that could knock the head off the strongest Amazon.

Beth returned with a push of her own and a hard right swing with her forearm crashing into Stratus like a plane.

Trish dodged it!

She threw a roundhouse kick to Beth, a quick jab and then ran the ropes to propel her next move faster than the Glamazon could react! Trish knocked over Beth with an Air Canada, punching at her rival furiously without as much as a slight pause or hesitation to let off.

Once satisfied, she rolled up her opponent for a pin, but the Glamazon was quick to reach out and grasp freedom. Lasting only the count of one, the cover was broken and Trish was knocked aside with a quick stabbing elbow to the side of her head.

Beth and Trish engaged in a quick race to their feet, the winner was able initiate the next maneuver. Beth draped her dark haired rival over her shoulders like a rag doll. When she dropped Trish onto her back, she dragged her around to her front and sat down as her opponent fell, then rose to her knees and covered Trish, but it too had failed.

As devastating to the back of her opponent was, the Beth Valley Driver was not enough to quell the inner fire that fueled the desire to earn that title belt Trish sought. Beth needed to put that fire out by fighting fire with even hotter, brighter fire -- brute force could help as well.

She wrapped her muscular arms around Trish's from behind, pulling them tight against her back and hoisting her up into the air. In a show of power and determination, Phoenix held her rival up for a few minutes longer than Trish wished to be up for.

Beth dropped Trish in landed in another seated position, this time using the Glam Slam. With one last attempt at a pin, the Glamazon retained her title, effectively quelling the flames that burned in Stratus' heart.

She exited the ring with the title, leaving her opponent laid out in shame across the white, unforgiving canvas and under the watchful eyes of the audience.

After the ring was cleared and the crowds had waited through a short promotional video for the match that was displayed on the large screens throughout the arena and on stage, Bret Hart walked out from behind the fire themed curtains and onto stage.

He didn't look to enthusiastic.

Bret knew the stipulation of this match, and knew of his chances in winning were as low as it could ever get. Had he been pressured into this during his prime, the younger wrestler would have lost as soon as Bret got his hands on him, but now he was older, injured, and being forced into a match he had not even agreed to. He wasn't optimistic.

Bret was accompanied by David Hart Smith and Tyson Kidd. Neither expected James to come alone either, nor trusted him to play fair despite that term including a lot more than they would like under the stipulations.

With his shades handed off to a young audience member, Bret turned toward the ring and stepped inside it. The theme associated with the newly formed Team Rocket blasted through the arena and James burst through the curtains like a rocket himself. Blasting off onto the stage with the energy Bret wished he still had. Wishes weren't going to help him now, however.

Surprising to the Hart Dynasty and Bret Hart, James came alone. He didn't need help either way, and it was better he go alone than with a fistful of aid from his stronger partner.

James wore his usual attire of long tight wrestling pant with red pads at his knees and elbows. His hair tied in a ponytail -- as much as could go in one. Bret was a little relieved he wouldn't have to wrestle someone dressed like himself as Shawn Michaels had to go through. Perhaps he really did respect Bret more? Time will tell of what James true feelings for the founder of the hart foundation.

He entered the ring.

The bell rang.

The two combatants circled one another and then formed a tight ball of a grapple lock. They soon broke off and continued to circle one another before a second grapple drew them closer to one another.

James pushed his opponent off, nearly toppling Bret on his ass, but the veteran kept his feet firmly on the ground before he could show any form of opportunity to his rival.

James grinned, noticing Bret's resilience and he then shook his wrists before they locked up one last time.

Bret pulled his younger opponent under his arm and held him in a near binding headlock. He pumped and tightened the hold. James waved an arm around to reach for anything, but decided to use an elbow strike to break free of the hold.

The younger man rubbed his chin, wiping another grin onto his lips, gaze locked with Bret's. He slowly backed away, flipping over the ropes to the outside where he could find a chair, bell, table, anything within reach. James decided on a folded chair and slid back into the ring.

Bret took the advantage and struck the younger man with hard kicks. He swiped the chair swiftly from his opponent's grasp and used it to smack into the back of James' head.

It was like a fire ignited inside the legend. He thirsted for the challenge and the victory. He wasn't going to let this kid show him up or beat him up. He also did not want to lose to the man that Shawn Michaels had beaten in a similar scenario. With that new desire burning through him, Bret continued the assault.

The attack forced James outside of the ring. There Bret followed and had abandoned the chair in favor of his bare fists. He struck James and pushed him against the corner post and steps. David and Tyson watched on from close by as the veteran whipped his opponent into the barricade and then charged with a knee strike into his abdomen. If James felt the match would be easy, those feelings had by now burned away.

Bret pulled up his rival and before he could follow up his next attack, James whipped him into the steel steps. He then turned on the Hart Dynasty.

James despised the idea of anyone else in the arena besides he and Bret. He used the abandoned chair to strike Tyson Kid over he forehead with a vicious force that echoed the impact. David Hart Smith ended the sudden rampage with a clothesline and forearm smash over the back.

Hart returned with the ring bell.

He held it up in anticipation as Tyson and David Smith pulled up James, keeping him in their tight holds so that he could not dodge the strike.

Despite restraints, James dropped himself out of the dreaded target zone and the bell knocked the young Tyson out cold. Flat on his back against the cold mats of the arena, he lay in a frozen world of black whilst the world around him continued onward in it active hell.

James struck Bret with a super kick that nearly knocked him out as cold as Tyson had been. He dragged Bret into the ring before David Hart Smith could return to him stronger and angrier than ever. With Hart in the ring, the chair back in his hands, James slid hastily, desperately, and narrowly into the ring. David grabbed his leg, but let go as soon as the edge of the chair barely missed his wrist.

A broken wrist was the last thing the son of the Bulldog needed. He was the only hope for Bret's survival in this match.

James watched his prey. Eyeing the movement of Bret carefully, waiting for the right moment to strike.

He charged!

Bret lifted his head, saw the image of his rival charging forth like an unstoppable bull and then dropped down, bringing James with him in a drop toe hold. He then locked in the Sharpshooter. The crowds cheered as the younger wrestler screamed out, nails digging into the canvas for purchase to the ropes.

Bret held the submission hold tightly. He knew it wouldn't end the match, but if he could tear down the walls of youth and energy that built his opponent up like a tank in comparison to his older, injured frame, he could even the battlefield. It was a war Hart was now engaged in. A war of will and a war of power.

As James tapped, unable to free himself from the hold, Bret let a grin form across his face. Too bad it wasn't a submission match, he had not noticed in major holds James performed on his opponents, but Bret was the master technician and submission wrestler.

He eventually let James free and walked around to see the pathetic cries of the freed insect clinging to its knees in anguish. Bret pulled the chair up and with the edge, drove it into the skull of his opponent. The scraping of metal on flesh opened a wound in James's forehead and the blood soon leaked out like a stuck pig prodded for its meat to be harvested.

Bret Hart was victorious!

"Bret Hart!" Jim Ross yelled in excitement, "Bret Hart! Bret Hart has won!"

"I could not believe it when I saw it happen, but it has happened folks and Bret Hart has overcome the odds in this first blood match against the owner's enforcer, James," said Michael Cole.

Tyson was carried into the ring by his partner and held up by Bret to lean on for more strength. He was slowly coming back into reality when James himself rose up from the a state of defeat. The three watched the younger wrestler extend a hand for Bret to shake.

Bret looked down at it. He wasn't sure if it was a trick, but he wasn't a man of sour taste and bad sportsmanship. David would aid him if an attack loomed in the dark, but Bret had taken the hand anyway and pulled the man closer for a quick hug. James then retreated from the ring to give Bret the spotlight, creeping away through the side of the aisle into darkness. The Harts celebrated the victory as best as they could with the fans in the arena before returning to the back themselves.

Jim Ross commented on the scene, saying, "what a display of sportsmanship from James, I didn't think he had it in him."

"I think it is true when he says he really has an appreciation for the legends he has faced off. Mind games aside, I haven't seen any dirty tricks played on Shawn and Brett after their successful victories over him." Cole pondered, "perhaps he is finally knowing where his place in this industry is and that you don't disrespect your veterans."

"An impressive upset tonight, but can the miracles keep coming? Degeneration-X squares off against the entirety of Kai En Tai next in a tornado-tag handicap match!"

Shawn Michaels and Triple H arrived onto the scene. Wielding green glow-sticks in the air to form an X shape, they engaged the audience as they crossed the aisle. They then stepped foot into the ring, the stadium they would be fed to the lions in and awaited the inevitable war ahead.

They didn't expect this match to be fair or for any part of it to be legal under any stipulation deemed by industry. With Cena as the newest General Manager and enforcer against the degenerates rebelling against the owner, D-X was prepared for anything coming their way to play dirty, but so too could they.

Their suspicions were confirmed.

At the top of the stage stood John Cena with Brandon Powers and the four members of Kai En Tai. Cena spoke into the microphone with a smug tone, spitting out, "I've decided to turn this four on two tornado-tag into a six on two!"

With that said, he threw down his hat and microphone and the group charged the ring. Degeneration-X readied themselves, countering the first wave as it hit the ropes. The second wave, Cena and Sun Xun slid in from the side to stop their successful holding off attacking Kai En Tai.

Brandon turned the corner of the ring, and forced Jim Ross, his partner Cole, and the bell ringer to step away from the commentary table as he torn off the monitors. He planned to use this table, and if anyone was nearby when it was, they wouldn't have a good night. Jim Ross and Cole moved over to the side, continuing their commentary of the scene that played out before them.

Shawn dropped Sun Xun with his signature kick and then turned to fight off Tajiri and Funaki lunging out from behind him.

Triple H held Cena between his knees, ready for the pedigree. As he hoisted Cena over and dropped him onto his cranium, Triple H was dropkicked by Powers and then the successful retaliation of Degeneration-X quickly transformed into a brutal assassination.
Cena was quick to come to after the pedigree. With aid from the member of Team Rocket, they managed to corner The Game and continue their assault uninterrupted.

At the center of the ring, Shawn held off Tajiri and Funaki with chops and punches, but he too succumbed to the numbers game. Sun Xun, about the same size as Michaels, lifted him up in a scoop slam position, walking to the edge of the ring toward the commentary station and tossed him over. Shawn toppled onto the mats like a limp noodle, landing hard on his back and right arm.

As the three members of Kai En Tai continued to attack Michaels, Taka Michinoku aided Cena and Brandon Powers in executing each of their signature maneuvers on the cerebral assassin with little retaliation. The Game was over and as the blurry sight of Michaels crashing through the commentary table from a high powerbomb from Sun Xun, Triple H fell to his knees, giving up to the powers around them.

Not even the Outlaws and Chyna could save their friends from the fate that took hold of them. They watched on from outside after fighting off Kai En Tai as Taka Michinoku pinned Triple H for the full three count. With that last count of three, D-X deteriorated into a fallen mass that splattered across the arena. The enforcers left the ring to leave Chyna and the Outlaws to clean up what remained of Shawn and Triple H.

"I'm not really sure what to do, D-X has been laid out across the arena, including on our table, which is now in pieces." Jim Ross said, flabbergasted.

"Well, we continue on, but I'm not sure we're we can go," replied Michael Cole, uncertain of what they'll even do.

"Speaking of carnage, John Cena has also put himself in the championship match after continuous failed attempts during the qualifying matches," said Jim Ross, "even when he called out The Rock for a second chance to gain purchase into the match."

"Cena has become a bitter, jealous individual since coming to the Wrestling Universe. I can only hope he he doesn't sour the match like he had done to the one with Degeneration-X."

"Jarrett is going to keep an eye on Cena in this match for certain, as Hardy and The Rock will too, I'm sure."

The Rock was first out of the four combatants in the championship match. He bathed in the cheer and chants of the crowds around him as he descended to the ring and then ascended up the corner turn post to pose for the people. As he climbed back down, Jeff Hardy made his own entry to the ring. He recieved just as much fan favor, perhaps more than Rock had.

The two fan favorites stared one another down until the arrival of John Cena. Finally alone, Cena posed and hollered, pretending as if the world cheered only for him, but no one stood for him, and no one liked him in this stadium.

Cena entered the ring with smug and arrogance plastered across his mug. He kept close watch on The Rock, his rival since the new company had started, but also knew that Hardy and Jarrett would be tough competition as well. There was no one man that had the best chances. It was an even bout for the Universal Championship Title.

The champion soon arrived. The belt draped over his right shoulder and a grimace painted on his face. He didn't like Cena meddling in his affairs. Jarrett knew that Cena was the wild card in this match, despite the odds stacking against each individual evenly.

Once inside and the belt handed off to be displayed at ringside, the men were signaled to begin the competition. A fatal-four-way that would determine if a new Champion was revealed, or if Jeff Jarrett successfully retained his title.

Cena charged The Rock, running straight into a rough clothesline that knocked him down sideways.

Jarrett and Hardy started against one another as the other two got into it as well. With a hard right, Hardy took the initiative. He continued the assault with a left and a right, a kick and a whip across the ring. Jarrett countered, ducking under the leaping Hardy Boy and returned from behind to smack him, face first, into the ring with a bulldog.

Cena eventually turned the tables on The Rock. Using Jarrett as a quick partner to strike the wrestler down with a double backdrop. Once that was done with, Cena turned on Jarrett and used his signature F-U to slam him out of commission. Jarrett laid out, flattened, but still not yet ready to be pinned. Cena would have to continue on either man before he could try a cover.

Hardy saw the to men laid out at each side of Cena and then charged! He struck the general manager with a quick spinning wheel kick. It dropped Cena ontop of The Rock and the ref started a count.

Hardy pushed off Cena and then covered The Rock himself!

The count was broken after Jarrett pulled away his opponent and then tried to cover The Rock as well. This time, it was Rock that broke the cover as he rolled up Jarrett for a pin that was only to be broken by both Cena and Jeff Hardy.

After many near misses, the four men returned to their feet to continue the brawl. Hardy now faced off against Cena as Jarrett and Rock punched away at each other with slow, hard haymakers.

Hardy desired that championship title more than anything. No longer on the brand with his brother meant he needed to seek gold on his own. He wished he could achieve that and the tag titles with his brother Matt, but that was over now. Thinking on it would only hinder his concentration and so he focused more on trying to block Cena's shuffling punching whilst keeping in mind that the other two could trike at any second.

The Rock two needed the title, he had a goal now in the Wrestling Universe; to climb to the top like he had in WWE and to stay there. The most electrifying man in sports entertainment had his fire back, all thanks to smug insect that pestered him into a fight during WrestleJam.

He held Cena in an arm twist and then maneuvered him into a samoan drop that was easily countered by the smugger individual. Cena used the F-U to slam The Rock back down onto the canvas and he quickly pinned.

Whilst Jarrett managed to pull Hardy to the corner in a sleeperhold, he was unaware of the pin across the ring. As his eyes caught the movement of the referee, it was too late. The Rock was pinned and Cena had stolen the Universal Championship Title from Jarret and each of the men that fairly gained entry into the match.

The lights blackened!

It was a classic cue for the other three men to scram for safety. The Rock rolled himself as quick as he could out of the ring, being helped by Hardy so they could escape. No bad blood divided the two men and they both made a hasty retreat with Jarrett not far behind them. Cena was left in the ring, holding the title belt and perplexed at the darkness that enveloped him like a hot black shroud suffocating his breath, restricting his muscles to stiff spasms of fear and anticipation.

A deep bell tolled.

A lightning bolt struck the four corners of the ring.

In the quick flashes of light, Cena could see a tall dark figure standing before him. After one last strike of bright hot lightning, he saw a blackened hand reach out for his throat and grasp him with the force of a vice grip crushing his neck.

The lights returned and the Undertaker glared down at the General Manager.

To say Undertaker was angry that he was shoved out of his title shot was an understatement.

He was livid.

Cena gazed up into the white eyes of the deadman and then was lifted up with the chokeslam that nearly smashed his body in two as it crashed down into the canvas, bending to the force of the impact and echoing throughout the entire stadium.

The lights blackened one more time and then as they lit themselves a final time, the dead man was gone and Cena was laid flat on the canvas of the ring with the belt still in his lax grip.

With the ring soon cleared, Edge made his entry to the main event of the night. The iMPACT brand's fatal-four-way for the World Heavyweight Championship Title.

As the first entry, Edge took his time to the ring, though keeping his pace quick to ensure it got over with. He wanted blood and he wanted that title. The months he spent away from the ring now came to this final point where he'd be able to return with a big bang! The World Heavyweight Championship would solidify his place on the ladder once again, but he had to face three other men to get to it. The next entry was one of the tougher ones, Abyss.

Abyss descended to the ring before Orton then came down, taking the most time to enter and to finish his ring-post posing. No one really cheered for him, but Orton liked to let all that watched know that he was the greatest man in the match. He was the viper and the viper did what he wanted to do, and did what he needed to do to get that title.

The last entry was the champions himself; Sting.

Sting walked down with Booker T and Batista at his side, but they soon left him after he requested their leave. This wasn't their battle, it was Sting's. He entered the ring and handed off the title to the ref to be displayed before the crowds that cheered and surrounded the ring.

Orton could hardly contain himself. Mere seconds were not enough time for him to wait before he smashed his knee into Sting's painted face. They brawled and the match began. Abyss stuck Edge across the ribs with a big boot and the pulled him into a twisting chin lock. Submission holds counted as ways one could win the title, but Edge wasn't going to give up to such a weakly constructed maneuver. He broke free easily and then turned the tables on the masked animal.

Orton too found himself easily countered. The legendary veteran whipped the legend killer into the corner post he had posed on and then leapt into the air with a Stinger Splash. Orton fell to his knees, the wind knocked out of his lungs from the impact.

Edge used a hip toss to roll Abyss out of the ring and then turned his attention toward the legendary Sting. As they brawled, exchanging punches and whips that lead to kicks, drop kicks, elbows and headlocks, Orton watched on from the corner, sliding out to cunningly conserve his energy. Little did the Viper realize the wild man charging from the side like a rampaging rhinoceros!

A black mass caught the corner of Orton's eyes and he turned, felling the charging rhino with an RKO that devastated his opponent. Turning a once lively, raging beast into a limp and flattened heap.

Orton gained purchase into the ring.

With another RKO, he swiftly dropped Edge from the competition and soon only he and Sting stood tall.

Orton and Sting met face to face, their eyes glaring into one another. Scrutinizing for weaknesses and surveying their fierceness in their souls for a chance to strike. Orton then lashed out and tried to drop Sting with a final RKO, but Sting quickly pulled himself free and with a german suplex, slapped Orton's back into the white canvas below.

Orton rolled off and onto his feet, lunged at Sting like a bitter snake reaching out to strike its victim with all its venomous might. Sting smacked the viper in the chest with an elbow and maneuvered Orton around for a Scorpion DeathDrop.

In the grasp of the scorpion's stinger, the viper hissed out in rage and struggled to free himself before destruction rained down upon him in this fiery hell. He pushed off, barely escaping doom, then turned his veteran opponent around for a swift, deadly strike!

The RKO!

Orton felled Sting and then clotheslined Edge clear out of the ring. With a cunning move and a swift pin, the new champion was crowned. Orton was the World Heavyweight Championship Title holder and there was nothing the Main Even Mafia or Edge, or even the flatted Abyss could do about it. Legacy now held three titles and all the power they could have ever dreamed of. Fulfilling the nightmares of those that became their victims over the course of Ortons journey in the Wrestling Universe.

He stood tall with Brian Christopher and Cody Rhodes joining his side. The title raised high and his eyes locked on to the carcass of an old scorpion dropped into the depths of hell. The show closed.