As the camera cuts to the ring, Randy Taylor is already standing there, his entrance music fading out as he warms up for the big match ahead. He is met with indifference from the SWWcrowd at New Jersey's Rexplex. "Medusa and Hemlock" by Cradle of Filth blasts from the P.A. system, eliciting an instant reaction from those in attendance. They rise to their feet and boo at the top of their lungs as Lars Numan walks through the curtain and stands in the middle of the stage. He is joined by his wife Willow, and they begin walking down to the ring together.
Ice: And here comes Lars Numan - one tough bastard, who did quite well here in SWW before we took a break.
Nick Flynn: Hey, look, Lars has some fans. Hey, cameraman, get a shot of these people here behind us.
The camera focuses on the fans standing behind the announce desk. A group of about six goths are moshing to Cradle of Filth.
Goth 1: Lars Numan fucking rules!!!
As Lars Numan reaches the ring, he slides under the bottom rope, walks to the closest corner and stares down Randy Taylor. The bell rings, and Taylor charges Numan. Numan leaps to the side, and Taylor stumbles back. Lars hoists him up onto his shoulders.
Ice: Lars is looking very impressive here tonight, look, he's already applied the Nymphetamine Fix. This one could be over already.
The bell rings.
Dita Scarling: Here is your winner, by submission, Lars Numan!
Ice: Oh my God! Taylor didn't put up much of a fight here at all, did he?
Flynn: What a loser! What was Mr. Valentine thinking, hiring such loser?
Numan keeps the Nymphetamine Fix locked in, looking at the referee in disbelief.
Lars Numan: What? No, I'm not done yet, restart the match, ring the bell.
The referee shrugs and instructs the timekeeper to ring the bell again and announce that the match has been restarted. He does so, and Numan immediately falls backwards in a modified Samoan drop, not wanting the match to end again so soon. He drags a groaning Randy Taylor to his feet, pushed him back into the corner and starts laying into him with punches. The ref begins the five count, and Numan stops at four and a half. He viciously whips Taylor into the opposite turnbuckle.
Ice: An aggressive performance by Numan, he must have been really eager to wrestle again.
Flynn: Wrestle? This isn't wrestling, this is Randy Taylor's funeral, and quite frankly, I'm loving every second of it!
A bored expression engulfs Lars Numan's face, and he grabs Taylor by the head. He kicks him in the midsection, and sets him up in a crucifix powerbomb position.
Ice: This could be his Toxic Tears finisher here.
Lars delivers the Toxic Tears and makes the cover. The ref drops to his knees and counts. 1... 2... 3!
Dita Scarling: Here is your winner: Lars Numan!
With the exception of the six goths, the entire crowd boo at the result.
Ice: The Board are scouting this match for a World Champion, and they may just have found one.
Nick Flynn: Ooh, Lars Numan: SWW World Heavyweight Champion. I like it, Ice!
Lars and Willow leave the ring and head back to the locker room, leaving the ref to check up on the fallen Randy Taylor.