The crowd rises to their feet in uproarious chants and yelling. The energy flowing through the ring, past the titantron, and into the back with the wrestlers. Gruesome and Ford have been at each other's necks for weeks now. Just last week, in Portland, Ohio, Ford was in the main event vs. Billy Bloodshed for the Light Heavyweight Championship. Gruesome came out right when he almost had the pin, and interfered, disqualifying Ford, with no means of a rematch.

"In the main event, Hardcore Title on the line." The announcer pulls the crowd to a blazing hush as he calls the contenders to the ring, "The Hardcore Belt Champion, Gruesome!"

The lights in the arena suddenly drop to nothing but a few small footlights on the steel stage. It's just enough to allow the cheering fans to see the dark fog rise, with the music used to bring the their cheering to a feverish pitch, awakening and calling to the ring: the fear hungry giant.

"...Five foot, eleven inches tall, weighing in at Two hundred and twelve pounds: Gruesome!"

A green tint appears through the mist, on the screens it shows the recorded inanity of Gruesome's past winnings. Slowly, a silhouetted figure appears in the mist, silent, waiting for the crowd's energy to rise again. As it does, he punches forward with his arms, signaling an eruption of massive force in a pyrotechnics display. As he begins his accent toward the stage, the fires slowly diminish, leaving a slight aroma of ash floating in the area. He flaunts his muscles and abuses, as he tends to do, his fan's appreciation.

Just as fast as he gets in the ring, the familiar music of another superstar begins. On the titantron, clips of Metallica can be seen, compiled with earlier matched of Ford. The crowd quickly realizes that the theme being played is "The Memory Remains," meaning that it is Ford coming to face his rival.

"...At six foot, one inch tall, and weighing in at One hundred Sixty Three pounds: Ford!" The announced calls him out as he has done so many time in the past.

Ford walks strongly onto the stage, confidence gleaming. Stopping on the center of the steel platform, he whips his arms in the air three times, each time different color mortars are shot off with a faint whistle. He continues his courageousness on his walk to the ring. Not having as large an ego as Gruesome, he flaunts himself to all sides of the area, but does not take the amount of time Gruesome did in his appearance.

Two massive bodies encircle each other as the referee calls for the bell to begin the match.

PING; PING!

Wasting no time, Ford troughs cross-face after cross-face to Gruesome.

After several slight scratches, Gruesome catches his wrist and tosses Ford to the ropes. When he springs back, Gruesome turns to catch his waist, pulls him to the air, and allows him to continue on with his motion. Ford's own weight works against him as his face slams down onto the mat.

Ford continues to lye on the mat, howling in pain. That gives Gruesome just enough time to jump back and put him into the Boston Crab.

"Tap, ya gana' tap? Tap out?" The ref screams at Ford, yet his courage compels him to only shake is head and groan in agony.

To Be Continued...