Victor Cross enters the ring. The crowd is completely silent with anticipation at this point, waiting to see who would win the tournament. Vic brings the mic up. "The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is the final match in the Tournament of Gods. The winner of this match will become the Number One Contender for the BTWF World Heavyweight Champion, and the loser will become the Number One Contender for the Gaia Heavyweight Championship."

Ultra hits as the crowd begins to boo and jeer horribly. "Introducing first, he is a finalist in the Tournament of Gods, weighing in at 391 lbs...Jack Frost!" The crowd doesn't even lose volume at all, actually starting to drown out Vic. A mist begins to flood over the ramp and completely obscures the curtain, but Frost soon emerges from it, the crowd's insults reaching new heights, but he just smirked, walking down the ramp and heading up the metal steps, stepping easily over the top rope, looking out over the crowd for a moment before turning toward the ramp as the mist dispates, waiting for his opponent.

OHHH YEAAAHHH!!!

"And his opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he is a finalist in the Tournament of Gods, weighing in at 275 lbs...Darson Grays!" Live For The Moment hits as Dar walks out through the curtain, meeting only a small amount of boos, and mostly silence, except for his entrance theme. Then, suddenly, from one of the corners of the arena, a cheer starts up from about ten people. It then starts to grow, spreading out of the corner, until the entire arena is chanting "Grays! Grays! Grays!" Dar just kinda stands in the middle of the ramp as the four flashes of red pyro shoot behind him, the crowd stopping their chant so they can just cheer. Dar smiles widely, nodding slowly as he starts towards the ring. Apparently, this was a battle of two evils, to the crowd. And Dar was apparently the lesser evil.

Dar slides in under the bottom rope into the ring, keeping one eye on Frost as he walks over to the bottom-right corner of the ring, bringing his arms up into an X, the crowd's cheers getting louder, then Dar jumps down to the mat, watching Frost. The ref, Grey Fox, pats both of them down for weapons, and finds nothing on either of them. Dar wasn't one for weapons, and Frost apparently thought he could win this one without them. After checking to make sure they were both ready, Grey Fox backs off and motions for the bell to be rung. "DING DING DING!!!"

Dar and Frost immediately lock into a grapple, each one fighting as hard as they could for control of it. Frost had a good six inches on Dar, but Dar seemed to be doing pretty well, however, Frost eventually won out, grabbing Dar around the waist and going for a Belly-to-Belly Suplex, but Dar swings out of his grasp and gets behind him, hitting him with a German Suplex, making the crowd cheer, both because their temporary face was winning, and because Dar could actually pick up Frost. Dar grins out at the crowd, then hits Frost with a falling elbow drop to the chest.

Dar then picks Frost up, sending him into the ropes, then spins around behind him on the rebound, going for a Sleeper Hold. Frost gets in an elbow to the ribs before Dar can lock it in however, following it up with a hard kick to the gut, then grabs Dar's arm and twists it around, then falls backwards as he yanks down on it, making Dar cringe in pain as he rolls off of him, clutching his shoulder. Frost grins, quickly standing up and beginning to stomp repeatedly on Dar, but the ref quickly breaks it up, giving Frost a heavy chiding as he gets booed by the crowd.

Dar uses this time to get up, and just as the ref moves away, Dar immediately jumps in and and grabs Frost's head, hitting him with a repeated group of right hands, then pulls him into an Irish Whip into the corner. Dar runs over and grabs Frost's arm, who was still reeling from the repeated punches, pushing him up the ropes until he was on the top turnbuckle, ballancing his feet on the top ropes, then grins out to the crowd, putting Frost's arm over his shoulder, then lifting him up into a Vertical Suplex position. The crowd cheers loudly, as Dar smirks, falling backwards and hitting a Superplex off the top rope. Frost is down for a moment. Dar goes through the ropes, then gets up on the top turnubuckle, waiting for Frost to get up, then jumping off as he turns to toward the corner, hitting him with an Axehandle directly on his forehead, making Frost stumble backwards. Dar hits him with a huge Clothesline, sending Frost to the mat, the crowd cheering, glad Frost was finally fighting somebody who could at least come close to his strength, if not match it.

Dar takes a moment to rest, letting Frost get up, then immediately getting into another grapple, but Frost won, picking Dar up with two hands to the throat, Dar's eyes bugging out as his supply of oxygen was cut off, Frost holding him up there for a while, getting admonished by the ref, who began the count. "1...2...3...4..." Frost slams Dar down into the mat at four, but the ref is still angry at Frost, giving him a few choice words. Frost just shrugs it off, pulling Dar up and sending him into the ropes, then grabbing Dar on the rebound and hitting him with a HUGE Twisting Spinebuster, sending Dar to dreamland.

The crowd boos at this, not wanting to see someone like Frost win this tournament. Frost turns to the crowd, getting a bit too arrogant, grinning out at them, not noticing Dar getting up behind him, turning around after a moment only to get his arm grabbed. Dar spins around behind him and grabs the other arm, pulling him into a Full Nelson, fighting hard to keep the move locked in. The ref moves in, repeatedly asking Frost if he gave up, but Frost continally shook his head. Once Dar felt that Frost was about to break out of the move, Dar turns it into a Full Nelson Slam, receiving a cheer from the crowd.

Dar picks up Frost, hitting him with a few right hands, then throws him into the ropes, hitting him with a Shoulder Block on the rebound. It actually took Frost down, which surprised the crowd, and also made them very happy, cheers starting up once again. Dar climbs up the turnbuckle, then jumps off, going for an Elbow Drop, but Frost raises his knees up, Dar landing with his chest right on them, knocking the wind out of him and making him roll off Frost in pain, the crowd booing. Frost gets up and picks up Dar, moving behind him and pulling him into a strange, Reverse Bear Hug, digging his fists into Dar's stomach. He drops Dar in the corner with his back facing the ring, making Dar smack his head off the top turnbuckle. The crowd boos, but the boos get louder as Frost grabs Dar's shoulders from behind and throws him through the gap between the top and middle rope, slamming his shoulder into the ringpost. Dar falls to a sitting position with his back in the corner, cringing in pain.

Frost walks away from the corner, looking like he was going to wait for Dar to get up, but then turns around and runs back toward it, lifting up his knee at the last second and slamming it into Dar's face, making him fall down to his back, the crowd's booing growing in volume. Frost starts to pick up Dar by the legs, but Dar kicks Frost in the stomach, making Frost stumble back and giving Dar enough time to get up. Frost suddenly runs back and bounces off the ropes, coming in at Dar with a Clothesline, but Dar grabs his arm and uses his momentum to throw him out of the ring over the top rope, the crowd cheering now.

Dar rolls out under the bottom rope just as Frost starts to get up, and they begin to exchange right hands outside the ring. Frost manages to grab one of Dar's punches, then whips him around into the barrier, Dar's lower back slamming hard into it as he slumps against it. Frost walks over and picks Dar up, looking like he was going to drop him on his stomach onto the barrier, but Dar slips out of his grasp and lands behind him, suddenly hitting a Dropkick to his back, making Frost fall over the barrier, the crowd quickly moving out of the way. Dar just lays on the floor for a moment, then gets up, seeing Frost getting up over the barrier as well.

They get into a grapple, but Frost once again wins, grabbing Dar's head and goes to smash it into the steel steps, but Dar stops himself with his foot, suddenly jumping up onto the steps and grabbing Frost's head from behind, jumping forward and hitting Frost with a huge Bulldog onto the steel steps. The crowd is on their feet, cheering that great move, and Dar grins, getting up and looking out over the crowd, raising his hands above his head for a minute. He then turns to Frost, who was just starting to get up, his face not bloodly, surprisingly. He walks around the steps and runs at Dar, but Dar quickly hits him with a kick to the gut, following with a DDT. They both lay on the ground this time, Dar looking like he needed to rest. He was strong, but nobody could slam Frost that many times without getting tired.

The ref begins the count. "1...2...3...4..." Dar starts to get up, but Frost is still layed out. "5...6..." Dar is on one knee, and Frost is starting to stir. "7...8..." Dar quickly slides into the ring, stopping the count. He waits for Frost to join him, standing ready in the middle of the ring, and Frost soon gets back in.

Vic "The Voice": Wow, these guys are like two huge bulls going at each other. "Headhunter" James: That's right Vic, but the bigger and stronger bull always wins, and that's defenitely Frost. Vic "The Voice": I wouldn't be so sure Jim. Grays is doing pretty well. "Headhunter" James: Eh, he got a few good hits in, but look at Frost! Just look at him Vic! He shrugs each one off! Vic "The Voice": Anyway, let's get back to the match...

Dar and Frost once again lock up in a grapple, and surprisingly, Dar wins this one, kicking Frost roughly in the gut and pulling his head between his knees, then pulling him up into a Powerbomb position. Frost vaults up over Dar's head and lands behind him, turning around and pulling him into a Release German Suplex, doing this very quickly for someone so big, so quickly in fact, that the ref doesn't catch all of it, and doesn't move in time to avoid Dar, who lands right on top of him, knocking him onto dream street.

Frost sees this, and grins, sliding out of the ring and crouching down by it, lifting up the apron, and revealing there was a bevy of weapons under it, selecting a steel chair, much to the crowd's distress. Dar is just starting to get up now as Frost slides back into the ring, coming out of nowhere and slamming the top of the chair into Dar's gut, making Dar fall to his knees, then slams it onto his head, completely knocking Dar out and making him fall flat on his face. Frost procedes to repeatedly slam the chair into Dar's back, the crowd booing every moment of this. He sees the ref was getting up, and quickly threw the chair out of the ring, turning Dar over and covering him for the pin. The ref sees this and slides over, beginning the count. "1...2..." Miraculously, and to the crowd's great and happy surprise, Dar managed to get his foot on the bottom rope. The exact opposite reaction happens to Frost, engraged he didn't get the pin.

He picks Dar up and pulls him into a huge powerslam, making Dar arch his back in pain. He picks him up again, and hits him with a second Powerslam, then picks him up one more time, sending him into the ropes and hitting him with possibly the highest Back Body Drop ever seen in the BTWF. Dar is out once again, laying motionlessly on the mat. The ref moves over to Dar, checking to see if he was completely unconcious. As he did this, the crowd began to boo heavily, the camera swinging over to reveal none other than Brian Blade walking down through the crowd, vaulting up over the barrier and grabbing the steel chair Frost had thrown, tossing it to him. The ref had just managed to get Dar up, and Dar was standing with his back to Frost. He suddenly noticed the crowd had a look of horror on their face, turning around just in time to see Frost swing the chair, quickly diving to the side, BUT FROST HITS THE REF!

The ref falls to the floor, completely unconcious, blood starting to trickle down from his forehead. Frost is shocked for a minute, but he turns, just in time to get a huge boot to the face from Dar, knocking him flat on the mat. Dar looks around, wondering how Frost had got the chair without leaving the ring, but Blade had disappeared. He quickly turns his attention back to Frost, who was just getting up, dropping the chair to the mat. They once again lock up in a grapple, Dar winning again, sending Frost into the ropes and hitting the second highest back body drop ever seen in the BTWF. Dar is breathing heavily now though, the hard slams and chair shots starting to get to him.

Dar picks up Frost and goes for a Snap Suplex, but Frost plants his feet, and Dar is unable to lift him up. Frost then counters into his own Vertical Suplex, looking like he was about to go for a pin, but then remembered the ref was out cold. It was taking a while for them to get another ref out. Frost picked Dar up by his leg, then slammed him back down onto the mat, Dar grabbing his leg and cringing in pain. Frost grabs Dar's leg again and falls down into it with an elbow, then bent it over the wrong way, making Dar cry out. He let go, then began to stomp on his leg, able to do this seeing as the ref was still out cold, finally picking him up and holding him high above his head, then suddenly walking forward and dropping Dar the full nine feet or so from the tips of his arms to the mat.

Frost starts to pick up Dar, but Dar suddenly knocks Frost's arms away, kicking him in the gut, pulling him once again up into a Powerbomb position, slamming him down once, but holding on to his legs. The crowd begins to count. "One!" Dar slowly picks Frost up again, which was quite difficult, considering his weight. He slammed him down again, to a loud "Two!" from the crowd. Dar uses all of his strength to pick up Frost one more time, straining his muscles, then finally hits him with a huge Sit-Out Powerbomb, to a deafening "Three!" from the crowd. Dar stands up, looking down at Frost, who was currently out cold. He looked out to the crowd, grinning, then calling out: "WHAT DO YOU GUYS WANNA SEE?!" The chant slowly begins to grow throughout the entire arena, until it was all that was able to be heard. "TA-BLES! TA-BLES! TA-BLES!" Dar smiles, sliding out of the ring and crouching down next to it, then reaching under the apron and pulling out a table. At the same time, Frost had suddenly got up, and walked over to the chair sitting at one side of the ring, picking it up and looking around, wondering where Dar was.

Dar stood up, pushing the table under the bottom rope into the ring, then sliding in after it, seeing that Frost had got up, being very wary of him. Frost had hid the chair behind his back, and was grinning mischeviously at Dar. The crowd was calling out that he had a chair, but Dar couldn't understand them, seeing as they were almost screaming inchoherently. Dar began to walk toward Frost, ready to go into a grapple, but Frost suddenly swings the chair out and slams it into Dar's gut, making him bend over, then drops it to the floor, grabbing Dar's neck and suddenly falling backwards, hitting a DDT into the chair. Dar just layed there, looking like he was almost unconcious, the crowd booing Frost heavily for this. Frost looked over and saw the ref was still out, smiling, figuring he could do more damage to Dar before the pin came.

Frost picked up Dar, who was still limp, and positioned him for the Nuclear Winter, looking out over the crowd, then smirking. But suddenly, Dar pulled his legs down and shot them back up in a hard kick to Frost's face, sending them both crashing to the floor. The crowd was cheering now, almost on their feet as Dar rolled over to the ropes, slowly starting to pull himself up, Frost still reeling from the hard kick to the face. He finally got to his feet, Frost now on one knee. Dar bounced off the ropes, then ran forward, grabbing Frost's head and picking it up, then slamming it down onto his knee in a huge Facebuster, the crowd cheering loudly. Frost once again was layed out on the mat.

Dar looked around at the crowd for a moment, then walked over to the table, picking it up, then walking back over to Frost, suddenly slamming the edge down into him, making him jerk under the table. Dar grinned, then set the table up next to him, starting to pick Frost up. But suddenly, Frost got in an elbow to Dar's stomach, grabbing him and throwing him into a huge Irish Whip into the corner. Dar cringed as his back was slammed into the turnbuckles, unable to react as Frost walked over, grabbing the middle ropes and slamming his shoulder three times into Dar's gut, making Dar fall flat on his face to the mat. Frost grabbed Dar, then picked him up, setting him up on the top turnbuckle, standing on the middle ropes, positioning him for a DDT, the crowd hushed...Then erupted into a sigh and cheer of relief as Dar pushed Frost down onto the mat, following it with a Flying Elbow Drop to the chest.

Dar moved off to the middle of the ring, by the table, apparently taking a moment to rest, waiting for Frost to get up. He looked over at the ref, cursing under his breath as he saw he was still out. He turned, seeing that Frost was stirring, the crowd cheering, not wanting the match to end because Dar got too tired. Dar waited as Frost walked toward him, the two of them circling around the table, then finally both ending up on one side, getting into another grapple that Dar managed to win, to the awe and great surprise of the crowd. He suddenly hit a huge kick to Frost's gut, then picked him up so he was horizontal, then set him on his shoulders, the crowd on their feet as Dar slowly spun around, showing off that he could get Frost into this position. He finally stopped, smiling, THEN HIT A WORLD'S END (F-5) THROUGH THE TABLE!!!

The fans were ecstatic at this point as Dar layed on the ground, breathing heavily, Frost laying next to him face down, completely motionless as he layed in the ruins of the table. The fans gave Dar a standing ovation as he just layed there on the ground, smiling, but his smile faded as he looked over and saw the ref was still unconcious. Dar slowly started to get up, looking over, glad to see that Frost was still layed out. It would give him some time to rest. He moved himself over to the corner, standing slowly, resting his weight back agaisnt the turnbuckles, watching Frost intently...And suddenly, the crowd began booing again as Blade appeared once more, vaulting over the barrier behind Dar. Dar wasn't paying attention, too focused on regaining his strength, and only snapped out of it when he felt Blade grab his legs, pulling them out from under him and pulling them back, slamming Dar's crotch hard into the ringpost. Needless to say, Dar didn't look like he was gonna get up for a while. Blade opted to take the ramp out this time, seeing as if had gone through the crowd, they probably would've torn him apart.

Dar looks over just in time to see Blade walking up the ramp, sighing as he continued to cringe, burying his face into the mat, desperately trying to will himself to move. At the same time, Frost had started to stir, pushing himself up from the remains of the table, looking over and seeing that both the ref and Dar were still laying on the ground. He slowly got up, the crowd booing heavily, sending a deep bass volume through the arena, but Frost grinned, walking over and picking Dar up, who still wasn't in the condition to fight back, carrying him over above the chair. He suddenly flipped him over into the Nuclear Winter position, the crowd booing heavily, but knowing there was no way Dar was getting out of it this time. Frost fell to a sitting position, slamming Dar's head down into the steel chair, watching as he fell to the floor, completely limp, blood falling from his head.

Frost went for the pin out of habit, then remembered that the ref was still out, walking over and shaking him repeatedly, but saw that there was no way that ref was getting up any time soon, turning to the ramp and grabbing the top rope, waving with one hand toward the ring, calling for a ref to come down. About ten seconds later, head ref Joe Schmoe appeared at the top of the ramp, starting to run down. Frost sighed, then smirked again, turning around...RIGHT INTO A HUGE SPEAR FROM DAR!!!!!

The crowd was on their feet, literally screaming as hard as they could. A lot of them would go home with sore throats, but it would be worth it. Dar hadn't even moved, just laying on top of Frost, who was completely out. Joe slid into the ring, beginning the count. "1...2...THREE!!!"

Live For The Moment hits as the crowd gets even louder, Dar rolling off of Frost, laughing and smiling and breathing extremely hard, slowly getting up with help from the ref, who then raised his arm up in victory, the crowd's cheers never stopping as Dar began to go around to each ringpost, getting up on the middle ropes and bringing his arms up into an X, walking around the officials who had come to take Frost and Grey Fox away on stretchers. Dar finally rolled out of the ring, heading up the ramp to the back, a huge smile on his face, the crowd's cheers accompanying him all the way.