The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is a no disqualification match for the TV Title!

Crack Addict played over the PA system, the crowd throwing their jeers at Demon as he walked out at the top of the ramp, smirking cockily. He stood at the top of the ramp, glancing around and occasionally raising up a hand that had the middle finger stuck up. Finally he made his way down to the ring, freezing at the very bottom of the ramp as The Eye of the Tiger roared over the PA system. Demon spun around, eyes wide open with his jaw down, but The Tiger never emerged. Demon narrowed his eyes a bit then walked the rest of the way to the ring, sliding up into it and going over to one side, slowly streaching out.

The lights dimmed down as the BarTron flickered on, a message appearing on it as a voice read the message over the PA system, the voice being very familiar. "Are you afraid of the dark?" is all that is said before Faint sounded over the PA system, the black pyros exploding all over the arena. The crowd let loose with their cheers as a familiar looking figure appeared at the top of the ramp, striking a pose. The lights switched back on, revealing none other then Makuta himself. He stood there for a second, staring down the ramp to the ring, glaring a hole right into Demon. After a few seconds Makuta finally descended the ramp, never taking his eyes off of Demon.

Hartman: Oh boy. These two have squared off before and Demon came out on top.

Headhunter: Well, we'll see what happens in this kind of blood bath!

Makuta slid up into the ring, staying over at his side. Jackie Kiddo glanced at both wrestlers, waiting for a signal from each of them meaning that they were ready. Makuta simply nodded, popping his neck ever so slowly. Demon gave Jackie the bird then nodded, popping his knuckles. Jackie sighed then glanced over at the announcers table, twirling her hand to signal for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

Makuta charged at Demon, Demon only responding by lifting up his leg, thinking he could land a big boot to Makuta's face, but Makuta slid right under it with a base ball slide, standing up and grabbing the leg. Demon's head snapped around, looking very worried. Makuta just grinned wickedly before kneeing Demon in the balls, still holding onto the leg. Demon crumbled underneath the blow, holding his groin. Makuta leaned down a bit, hooking Demon's leg over his neck then slowly climbed up the turnbuckles, finally reaching the top one. He whirled his free hand around, having used one to make sure Demon didn't fall off of him.

Headhunter: And just what does Makuta think he's doing with the future belt holder?

Hartman: Ah, shut up. This kid may actually pull this match off.

As if to prove it Makuta leaped off the turnbuckle, locking his arms in a figure four around one of Demon's legs on the descent down. The two men slammed down, Demon smacking face first into the mat. Makuta kept the lock on Demon's leg though as he wrapped his legs around Demon's neck, locking in another figure four. Demon's eyes flickered a bit then he started punching Makuta in the sides, making the cruiserweight slowly but surely loosen his grip. As Makuta finally did break the grip Demon rolled and spun around, starting to slam his fists into Makuta's face. Makuta's head started bouncing off the mat from the impacts, blood starting to drip from his nose slowly.

Headhunter: What'd I tell you?

Hartman:...

Finally Demon stood up, popping his knuckles again as he let out a manical laugh. He took a step back then turned around, doing a standing moonsault...RIGHT ONTO Makuta's raised knees! Demon collapsed around the knees, rolling off of them and holding his stomach, moaning and groaning in pain. Makuta slowly pulled himself into a sitting position, rubbing his face a bit before realizing the position Demon was in. Makuta quickly flopped down on top of the bigger man, Jackie Kiddo sliding over and checking to make sure Demon was flat on the mat then started the count.

1....2...

Demon let out a grunt as he got his shoulder up, forcing Makuta to let go of him. The cruiserweight slowly stood up, shaking his head as he looked at Demon. He grabbed the bigger man's head and slowly pulled him up into a sitting up position, quickly pulling Demon up onto his feet after doing so. He started to hook Demon's arms as if for a Pedigree, but Demon muscled his way out of it, picking Makuta up off of his feet and charging the cruiserweight right into the corner, slamming him roughly against the turnbuckles. Makuta collapsed over Demon's shoulders, breathing ragidly from the impact. Demon now smiled wickedly as he climbed up onto top turnbuckle, setting Makuta up for Hell's Bomb, but he turned around, facing torwards the flooring outside the ring.

Hartman: Oh hell no!

Headhunter: Oh hell yeah!

Demon whipped Makuta up onto his shoulders then leaped off the turnbuckle, slamming Makuta down onto the floor with a Hell's Bomb, just inches from the announcers table. Makuta arched his back up, only to get a pair of fists driven into his chest from Demon. Demon held Makuta there for a few seconds before standing up, pulling Makuta up with him and setting him for another Hell's Bomb, but Makuta dug his heels in and charged Demon, slamming him against the apron, going beserk with rights and lefts as he held Demon there. Finally, after about ten seconds, he pulled himself away from Demon, letting the big man collapse to the floor. Makuta slowly climbed up onto apron, turning himself to face backwards to Demon. He flipped backwards, spinning twice with a Moonsault before slamming down onto Demon, a grunt escaping from the cruiserweight as he layed across the heavyweight, wishing that falls would count anywhere in this match.

Headhunter: Ha, a lot of good just laying there is going to do you, small fry!

Hartman: If you don't shut your trap right now....

Makuta slowly stood up, grabbing a little metal pipe that just happened to be laying right there. He picked it up and spun around, chucking it right at Headhunter, who ducked with a yelp, making the pipe slam against the ring barrier.

Hartman:*laughing as he says this.*Don't mess with him!

Headhunter:*mutters darkly.*

Makuta turned around, only to be met by a destructive clothesline from Demon, who had somehow managed to get up while Makuta was concentrating on the announcer. Makuta landed on the ground, HARD. Demon let out another manical laugh and stood Makuta up, throing him into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Demon followed him, trying for the cover but ending up getting a face full of mat as Makuta spun around, chopping Demon's arm. After the chop Makuta ran all his weight into Demon from behind, driving him into the mat.

Headhunter: What the hell was that?

Hartman: Chop collect. Makuta must've had some amature wrestling experience before he came to us.

Headhunter: Like that's going to help him.

Makuta slowly stood up, kicking Demon once in the side of the ribs. He grabbed Demon's feet and dragged him a bit closer to the ropes and then made it so Demon was sort of pointing his butt up in the air. Makuta ran to the parallel ropes, bouncing off of them and then came running back at the ropes that Demon was set up in front of. He threw himself into the air, moving himself horizontal and locked his arms around the bottom and middle rope. He swung himself around and...

Hartman: Yeow! 369 to the rear end of Demon!

Headhunter: Sheeesh...

Makuta slowly stood up, rolling Demon over and about to go for the cover, until he noticed that Demon was still on the ropes. He let out a bit of a groan then grabbed Demon's head, pulling him away from the ropes and then flopped down on him, going for the cover. Jackie moved over beside the wrestlers, checking to make sure Demon's feet weren't on the ropes and then started the count.

1...2...THR...

With a small grunt Demon threw his arm up into the air. Jackie held up a two on her hand for the ground to see. Makuta got up onto his knees, staring down at the bigger wrestler for a second before he rolled him over, doing a sort of summersault to land on Demon's back. He grabbed onto Demon's legs and yanked them backwards, Demon's eyes snapping open as he started yelling in pain. Makuta slowly dug his shoulders into Demon's spine as he pulled back on the legs, closing his eyes in concentration.

Hartman: Oooh, The Walls of Jericho. That's going to be hard to get out of.

Headhunter: He can't keep Demon down, that's the only reason he's going for a tap out!

Hartman: Maybe, maybe not.

As Hartman said maybe not, Makuta released Demon's legs. He now spun himself around to start digging his knees into Demon's back, grabbing Demon under the chin and pulling his head up as he hooked Demon's feet and then pulled them back in the same manner he had done before. He held this one in for only a few seconds before Demon kicked out of it, swinging an arm around to hook Makuta's arm and then drag him down to the mat, nailing him a with a right hand to his upper arm.

Headhunter: And that's why you don't try a Bow and Arrow on Demon!

Hartman: Makuta almost had that one...

Headhunter: Almost doesn't cut it.

Demon slowly stood up, glancing around a couple of times before he pulled Makuta to his feet, setting him for another Hell's Bomb. He lifted him for the final slam, but Makuta hooked his legs, whipping himself around to land a Hurricarana!

Hartman: You would've thought that Demon would've learned not to try the Hell's Bomb on Makuta by now.

Headhunter: Cheap Makuta...

Makuta got up to his knees, holding his sides as he breathed ragidly. Slowly he stood up, glancing down at Demon then grinned. He quickly climbed up the nearest corner's turnbuckles, walking out on the rope. He balanced there for a second then leaped off, smashing down on Demon with a frog splash! Instead of bouncing off like most wrestlers do, Makuta locked himself down onto Demon, Jackie again checking to make sure for ropes breaks and such before starting the count up.

1...2...THREE!

DING DING DING!

Faint hit over the PA system as Makuta stood up, the whole arena cheering at their new TV Champion. "And your winner, and the TV Title Belt holder, MAKUTA!" the crowd roared even more as Makuta's arm first got raised into the air, and then he turned around, getting handed the TV Title. He looked at it a second, smiling gently before he turned back to the crowd, raising the title up into the air. He held it there for a second before he climbed out of the ring, slowly walking up the ramp, stopping at the top to turn to the crowd again, raising his title to them again before disappearing backstage.