Richard - "The following match is scheduled for the best 2-out-of-3 falls and is for the LSW World Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first, from The Browery, a member of the Unwanted Wrestling Alliance, KILLJOY!"

Little Girl - "Your all going to die down here!"

"My Plague" by Slipknot hits as Killjoy comes out, followed by Jack Douglas. The two get into the ring, awaiting the Boyband and his manager.

Richard - "Introducing next, being accompanied to the ring by Syd, he is the current LSW World Heavyweight Champion, "One Man Boyband" CHRIS CORTEZ!"

"Sexy Boy" by WWE & Jim Johnson goes across all of the speakers in the arena. Cortez makes his way out, with Syd closely in tow. As Syd gets down to the ring, the ref goes over to him and motions that he is thrown out before the match even starts. Syd throws a fit, but the ref keeps insisting until Syd leaves.

The ref then calls for the bell and Cortez gets into a collar and elbow tie-up with Killjoy. Killjoy muscles Cortez into a front face lock. Cortez uses the leverage and shoots Killjoy to the ropes. No avail, Killjoy knocks Cortez to the mat. A big stir is heard in the crowd.

Kylie - "What's going on?"

Ernie - "It's GOLDMAN!!!"

Goldman runs into the ring and hoists Cortez into a fireman's carry and delivers a death valley driver. He then hits a clothesline on Killjoy. Goldman runs out and leaves as the ref calls for a double DQ and for the second fall to commence.

Kylie - "What the hell was all of that?"

Ernie - "You remember how Goldman said earlier that he was going to make an impact? That would be impact."

The Huge Screen O' The LSW lights up with a shot behind stage. Goldman runs into Mordrid. Mordrid stops him and grabs him by the throat.

Mordrid - "You...I will deal with later. Be rest assured you won't be getting any special treatment soon. Now GO!!"

Voice - "WHOOOOOO!!! I feel good!"

Singing - "I feel so good I feel so numb yeah..."

Mordrid - "Whoa. Cut the music. I don't feel good. I'm pissed. Ref, stop this match right now. It's over."

Everyone, including Killjoy and Cortez turn their attention to the entranceway.

Mordrid - "Ya know, I was planning on not directly involving myself in anything tonight. But it looks like I have to because of the stupid decision of a gold freak. Boys, I'm sure you understand why this match can't continue. There are only two falls left. What if one of you wins one fall and the other wins the other fall? One fall versus one fall doesn't give us a winner. I don't want to have the title held up because of that.

"So, it's over. Chris, you're lucky. You get to hold on to that title. I firmly believe Killjoy could have taken care of you tonight. Killjoy, you will continue to be #1 contender...FOR LOST SOUL RUMBLE NEXT MONTH.

"Chris, IF...and I do STRESS *IF...you still have that title, you will defend against Killjoy at the Rumble next month. And because I am SO TIRED of all the little piddly BULL SHIT between the two of you...it will end next month.

"Hell in a cell, folks. Nobody goes in. Nobody goes out. If either of you step foot outside the cell at any time, whether on purpose or by accident, the other will win automatically. No ifs, ands or buts. I want this shit over.

"Now for you fans who were wanting to see my masterpiece come into full existence...I'm sorry. Goldman will be dealt with appropriately for screwing up my show. I do hope you will come back after the holiday break, though.

"Good night!"

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