Victor Cross enters the ring, looking out over the crowd for a moment before beginning. "The following match is the final competition in the quarter finals. The winner will go on to face Fox in the semi-finals. It is scheduled for one fall!"

In the End hits as the rev of a certain Ducati engine is heard. "Introducing first, the former owner of the NWFG, weighing in at 180 lbs...Pohatu!" Pohatu appears on his bike at the top of the ramp, grinning at the crowd. He pulled a mic out of seemingly nowhere and brought it up to his mouth. “How ya’ll doing tonight?” he yelled into the mic, getting a large amount of cheers from the crowd. “Time for the match of the night!” he said, chucking the mic off to the side and rolling down the ramp to the ring, doing a couple of laps around it before parking his bike at the announcer table and getting out, stepping into the ring.

OHHH YEAAAHHH!!!

Live for the Moment hits. "And his opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 275 lbs...Darson Grays!" Darson steps into view at the top of the ramp. He walked down the ramp, smirking, the acclaimed four red pyrotechnics hitting as he walked. He slid into the ring, walking over to the bottom-right corner, standing on the middle two ropes and bringing his hands up into an X, his music fading as he reached out his hand for Pohatu to shake, grinning. Pohatu accepted, wearing a grin of his own. The bell sounded while they were still shaking hands, and Pohatu smirked, swinging his right hand around and nailing Darson in the jaw, not giving him much of a chance to recover as he immediately went for a kick to the gut, but Dar caught it. However, that wasn't enough, as Pohatu countered, swinging his other foot around, nailing Darson in the head with an Inzuigiri.

Pohatu quickly ran to the ropes, bouncing off of them then running back at Darson, jumping up and getting ready for a Flying Cross-Body. But as he went into the air, Dar caught him, slamming him back first down onto the mat. The fans let out a bit of an “Ooooh” as the thud eminated into the crowd. Darson quickly flopped down, going for the cover. “1...2...” Pohatu got his shoulder up, forcing Darson to get up and go to the other side of the ring. Pohatu slowly got up, rubbing his back, then turning as he saw Dar running at him, not able to dodge the huge Shoulder Block that once again knocked him to the mat.

Dar picked Pohatu up, scooping him up, then falling to one knee, slamming Pohatu down onto it in a Gutbuster, watching as he rolled off his knee, the crowds now booing heavily, not wanting to see Pohatu get destroyed by Dar. Dar moved off and let Pohatu get up, then came at him with a series of right hands, but Pohatu eventually caught one, wrapping his arms around Dar's arm and swinging around behind his back and wrapping his legs around Dar's other arm, now sideways on Dar's back. Pohatu tried to lean over and use his weight to pull Dar down into a Crucifix Rollup, but Dar doesn't budge, grinning as he suddenly fell backwards, slamming Pohatu down into the mat.

Dar stood up and watched as Pohatu rolled over on his stomach, then walked over and kicked Pohatu in the head, smirking scornfully, the crowd now jeering him heavily. Dar picks up Pohatu and sends him into the ropes, picking him up on the return into a Bear Hug, holding it for a moment, the ref repeatedly asking if Pohatu wanted to tap out, but Pohatu shook his head each time. Finally, Dar moved his arms down to Pohatu's legs and hit a Spinebuster, but held on to them, walking forward and making Pohatu flip over onto his stomach, crouching down and locking in a Boston Crab. The ref once again came in, asking if Pohatu wanted to quit, but Pohatu continued to shake his head, clenching his fist as he cringed in pain. Then, just as he looked like he was about to tap out, Dar let go of the move, the ref looking up at him with a furrowed brow.

Dar just grinned, walking over to the corner of the ring and crouching down, his hands resting on his knees. The crowd's boos and jeers increased, trying to warn Pohatu, but Pohatu was beyond all help as he slowly stood up, turning around right into a Spear from Dar, who then pulled him into a pin. The ref slid in. "1...2...THREE!!!" Live For The Moment hits as the crowd's boos increase in volume.

Vic "The Voice": Well, it seems Dar has won his first match in the ToG... James "Headhunter" Sharpton: There was never any doubt in my mind. Vic "The Voice": Hmph...Wait, who is that?! James "Headhunter" Sharpton: Oh my god, that's Punisher!!! AND HE'S GOT A STEEL BAT!

Punisher ran down the entrance ramp, sliding into the ring. Dar quicly moved off to the side as Punisher began slamming the bat down into Pohatu ribs repeatedly. The ref moved over to stop him, but all he got was a faceful of bat for his efforts. Dar just grins at this, leaning up against the corner of the ring and watching him. Suddenly, the crowd boos even louder as Ravena and Worlock appear at the top of the ramp, running down and carrying steel chairs, sliding into the ring and joining Punisher in the brutal beating on Pohatu.

Vic "The Voice": It's the Brood! James "Headhunter" Sharpton: *laughs* Well, I guess when Dar said he was gonna get Pohatu back for that chair shot at the Fatal Four-Way, he wasn't kidding!

Dar just stands over in the corner of the ring, watching them destroy Pohatu. They turn to him, motioning for Dar to join in, but he shakes his head, making a hand gesture indicating he didn't care what they did with Pohatu, but he wasn't going to join in.

Suddenly, the crowd's boos increased in volume as Raymond Kage appeared from out of the audience, vaulting over the barrier and sliding into the ring.

Vic "The Voice": It's Raymond Kage! James "Headhunter" Sharpton: Well, it seems like everybody wants a piece of Pohatu tonight!

The three others in the group move off as Kage walks over and picks Pohatu up by the head, holding him up on his knees as he begins to pound his fist, which was currently wrapped in steel chains, into Pohatu's face. He stopped after a moment, moving around behind Pohatu and grabbing his arms, digging his knee into Pohatu's back as he pulled his arms backwards, almost pulling them out of their sockets, before finally letting go. Pohatu seemed to be completely unconcious at this point, blood flowing down from his head. Suddenly, the crowd begins to cheer as Latino and DiZtUrBeD appear at the top of the ramp, running down to help their partner. But they didn't get very far, as Dar walked out of the corner, catching them just as they got into the ring and hitting them with a Double Chokeslam, much to the crowd's dismay. Dar backs off once again, heading to the corner.

The four turn to talk to each other for a moment, then they all get a sadistic grin on their face. Punisher and Worlock pick up the steel chairs and force Pohatu up in a kneeling position, holding him up by pressing the steel chairs against the sides of his head. Ray and Ravena go to opposite sides of the ring, climbing up onto the top ropes, balancing for a moment, then suddenly jump forward, both hitting a dropkick at the same time into the chairs, a sickening crunch heard as Pohatu falls limply to the mat. Punisher and Worlock nod to each other, forcing Pohatu's legs through the spaces in the chairs, then suddenly jumping down on them, two cracks heard across the arena. Many people in the crowd look sick at this point.

Worlock and Punisher remove the chairs, then pick up the bloody mess that was once Pohatu and throw him over the top rope out of the ring. They all get together in a line, motioning for Dar to join them, but Dar shakes his head, rolling out of the ring and walking up to the back. They all shrug, bringing their hands up in the air to the crowd's boos and jeers as Dar disappears behind the curtains.