The fans get louder as the music progresses. The final match of the night. The conclusion to the promotion known as HEW. The anticipation is boiling.

From behind the curtain, a man walks out. He stops on top of the entrance way, and looks out into the crowd. The piercings . . . the tattoos running down his right arm . . . the spiked black hair. The time has come for Zero to make that walk.

With the fans fully behind him in this match, he takes a gradual first step down the rampway, continuing to take in the whole effect of what is truly happening. The history that is coming to a close when his match ends.

He walks down the entrance way. A few fans reach out to grab him. He doesn't react, but doesn't pull back, either. His mind shifts to the ring before him, though.

He grabs ahold of the apron and pulls himself up. Sliding into the ring, he climbs a nearby turnbuckle, and raises an arm up. The fans respond with cheers, and Zero's drops back down to the mat. The ring announcer offers him the microphone, but Zero declines it. Instead, he pulls a final cigarette from out of his pocket and lights it up. He walks to the front ropes, props a foot on the bottom one, and looks to the entranceway as he prepares for the emergence of Havoc.

(CUE UP: 'Climbing Up the Walls' by RaDIOHeAD...)

Cutter: And here comes his opponent.

(Stepping through an ocean on fog and smoke, Havoc appears atop the entryway to, surprisingly, a mixed reaction from the capacity crowd.

Dressed in what has become his trademark Black & Gold... Havoc's eyes remain only on his opponent... only on his foe. Walking down the aisle slowly... his eyes never waver. The fans begin to boo loudly as he steps in the ring, a smile creeping on his face as he glares in Zero's direction.)

Dotcom: You could cut the tension with a knife!

(Havoc takes the black, faded 'Terror Inc' shirt from off of his back... and walks towards Zero...)

Damon: They're in the center of the ring, looking eye to eye. Havoc's eyes are dead set into Zero's. Neither is moving. The cigarette that is dangling from Zero's mouth isn't even moving.

Dotcom: Even the fans are quiet right now. This is intense. Neither man will make the first move. It's like they're reading each other's minds.

Damon: Wait. Zero just cocked his head at Zero.

Dotcom: Havoc pushes Zero.

Damon: The fans are starting to get louder!

Dotcom: Zero stands there, just looking at Havoc. Havoc's starting to crack a grin at Zero in defiance.

Damon: Zero, he lunges! He pushes on Havoc!

Dotcom: Havoc isn't waiting for anything, though. He rears back with a solid right hand, and connects with Zero's jaw! The fans are erupting from this! We're underway in our main event now!

Damon: Zero went down to his knee on the canvas. He takes his cigarette out, and wipes his mouth, to see if there's a trace of blood. Nope, though, none to be found.

Dotcom: He's getting up. Havoc's telling him to bring it on! This is about to explode, fans! I can already feel it about to happen.

Damon: Zero gets back up to his feet, and takes two steps to Havoc. Havoc's eyes are dead set on Zero. He's about to knock him down again, I just know it.

Dotcom: Zero takes that cigarette out of his mouth . . . and blows the smoke right into Havoc's face!

Damon: And thumps the cigarette against Havoc's forehead to boot!

Dotcom: Oh man! Zero spears Havoc down to the ground, and starts away with the right hands to Havoc's head!

Damon: One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Havoc flips Zero off of him before number six comes, though. Zero rolls onto his back, and sits up . . .

Dotcom: Havoc jumps to his feet, though. Dropkick to Zero's chest! Zero's head bounces off the canvas, sending him rolling into the corner of the ring. Havoc walks to Zero, grabbing him by his hair. He pulls him up out of the corner, and then swings him back into it with a HARD irish whip! Zero bounces back from the impact, but Havoc's there with a stiff clothesline, sending Zero firmly back into the corner of the ring!

Damon: Oh my God! He tore through his chest on that one!

Dotcom: Havoc's stepping back, waving his hands for Zero to come out after him. Zero looks like he just had the wind knocked out of him. He comes out of the corner at Havoc, but Havoc is there with another devestating clothesline, sending Zero flat to the mat! That one was worse than the first one.

Damon: Havoc bends down to grab Zero's spiked hair. He pulls him up to his knees . . .

Dotcom: But Zero retaliates with the low blow! Havoc folds from the southern pain, as Zero gets to his feet, and hooks Havoc's head under his arm. He slaps his back . . . and delivers a stiff DDT onto Havoc.

Damon: Havoc's head took the bounce on that move. It completely flipped him over.

Dotcom: Zero's climbing the turnbuckles. He's looking down at Havoc, who looks to be out from that DDT.

Damon: Zero raises his hands in the air, and jumps . . .

Dotcom: Senton bomb!

Damon: Havoc moved! Zero lands on the flat of his back!

Dotcom: They both have just took a nasty hit or bump, but they're getting back to their feet at an enormous speed! Zero throws a punch, Havoc ducks. He grabs him around the chest! It's the setup for euranagi suplex!

Damon: Zero reaches around Havoc's head, though. He's going for the neckbreaker out of the euranagi suplex.

Dotcom: Havoc goes under the grab, latching onto Zero's waist, and executes a beautiful belly to back release suplex!

Damon: Zero hits the canvas, rolling through the ropes to the outside.

Dotcom: Havoc jumps onto the far ropes, ranting to the crowd for approval of the move.

Damon: Zero lands outside the ring, rolling into the guard rail.

Dotcom: Havoc, from atop the ropes, hears the rail noise. His eyes dart to the scene outside of the ring. Oh my, can you see the evil intentions in them?!

Damon: He's walking to the turnbuckles nearest to where Zero is trying to get back up to this feet. Oh my! He's climbing them!

Dotcom: This man is 6'9"! He's too big to try something like . . .

Damon: Suicide dive?! No!

Dotcom: He leaps off, heading straight down for Zero. This is a nightmare.

Damon: Zero looks up, seeing Havoc coming down onto him . . .

Dotcom: Zero moves, shoving Havoc onto the guard rails on his way down!

Damon: Holy shit! Havoc landed bad against those rails, bouncing off of them as he hit them! He has to be hurting from that move.

Dotcom: It's that time now . . .

Damon: Zero grabs a chair laying beside the timekeeper. He's folding it up. Chair shot to the fallen Havoc's head! Oh my God, was that ever so stiff?!

Dotcom: He's not done! He's . . . turning the chair sideways . . . and hits the back of Havoc's knee with it! That can put a man out of his career!

Damon: This is the last HEW show. Some of these men might not even have careers, whether they like it or not, after this show.

Dotcom: Havoc is clutching his knee! That shot looked viscious.

Damon: Zero throws the chair at Havoc, hitting him upside his arm and the side of his head.

Dotcom: Zero's going under the ring apron. That can only mean one thing . . .

Damon: He's going for the table. He's got it . . . and is just standing it up straight on the outside.

Dotcom: Where's he going to put it? Havoc's still down, holding onto that knee. He's trying to make his way up . . .

Damon: Zero just shoved the table slap over onto Havoc with tremendous force! And it didn't even break the table! Just a loud thud at it hit up aganst Havoc's body.

Dotcom: That caused Havoc to get to his feet in reaction alone. He' s going around the ring, a limp visible in his walk. Climbing into the ring . . .

Damon: Zero takes that table, and tosses it into the ring. He slides in the ring, and grabs the table, ramming it up against the turnbuckles.

Dotcom: He turns around, but it met with a stiff right hand from Havoc! Nothing outside the ring affected Havoc's punch!

Damon: Zero gets knocked back a few steps, but comes back after Havoc. Havoc grabs him, irish whipping him into the ropes, though.

Dotcom: Zero comes off the ropes . . . straight at Havoc . . . and Havoc grabs him by the waist and chest, using Zero's own momenteum to propel him at an angle towards the corner . . .

Damon: Zero flips in midair . . . and comes crashing down through the table in the corner!

Dotcom: That was an impressive show by Havoc. His knee went out on him as he finished the throw of Zero, though . . . and fell to the canvas.

Damon: He's getting back up to his feet, though. He's trying to shake the pain away in that leg. He goes to the corner, and starts stomping on Zero.

Dotcom: He's hitting just as much broken table as he is Zero. It's a mess in that corner.

Damon: Havoc's stepping away from it, though. Appears like he's accessing what is going on with his leg.

Dotcom: Zero's crawling out of the wreckage while Havoc is doing that, though. And it looks like a small line of blood is already starting to form on Zero's head.

Damon: Havoc turned away from Zero, but as he turns back...he's met with a lunging Zero, smashing a piece of that table into his head!

Dotcom: Havoc goes down to the mat with that strike, clutching his head.

Damon: Zero drops the piece of the table beside the fallen, Havoc. He grabs Havoc's leg, the same leg he just hit with the chair. He's hooking it in, reaching across . . . STF! Oh my! That has to be tearing away at Havoc's hurt knee.

Dotcom: The ref drops down to check on Havoc, asking him if he wants to tap out. Havoc's screaming "no!" at him, though, and is gritting his teeth.

Damon: Zero pulls back harder on the move, forcing even more pain on Havoc's neck and knee region. Dear lord, that could end this match right now.

Dotcom: Havoc's hand is slapping the mat. The ref is asking him if he's giving up, but Havoc just screams "no" back at him.

Damon: Wait. . . he's reaching for the table piece that Zero had threw down. Zero tries to drag him further away from it, but Havoc's long arns reach it!

Dotcom: He swings it as far back behind his head as he can, and hits Zero straight in the face with it. But despite that, Zero hasn't let go of the hold.

Damon: And Havoc throws it straight behind him in a last ditch effort!

Dotcom: It hits Zero upside his face! Oh man, what a glancing shot that was.

Damon: Zero drops the hold, and gets his feet tangled in with Havoc's. He falls to the mat, while clutching his face.

Dotcom: Havoc's clutching his knee.

Damon: Zero's face is turning crimson after that cutting wood.

Dotcom: AND BOTH MEN ARE GETTING BACK TO THEIR FEET!

Damon: What a show of strength! These men are stopping after what just happened to them!

Dotcom: Zero's almost up . . . Havoc's up, though! He grabs ahold of Zero, and slingshots him into the ropes. Zero comes off of them, and lunges into the air after Havoc.

Damon: Havoc throws Zero, using Zero's own momenteum, over his head, and clean over the ropes to the outside! Zero crashes down to the mat outside, and slides into the guard rail! Holy shit, these men are pulling out all of the stops tonight!

Dotcom: Havoc slides down to the outside. He doesn't even look at Zero, though, as he goes under the ring, and pulls out yet another table!

Damon: He leans it against the guard rail! We've seen moves come out of this situation before!

Dotcom: He rests it, and now turns his attention to Zero. Zero is slowly getting to his feet, but Havoc slams a hard forearm across his back! Dear God. Havoc puts Zero's head against his thighs . . .

Damon: Is it the H-Bomb?!

Dotcom: Zero gets out quickly, though, throwing a stiff forearm to Havoc's chin on the way out, too!

Damon: Havoc's stunned. He reaches for his chin.

Dotcom: Zero jumps up onto the ring apron, and springs back at Havoc, though . . .

Damon: He grabs his head in midair, and spins with the rotation. . .

Dotcom: And puts Havoc through that table with a toronado DDT from off the ring apron!

Damon: Pure mayhem, folks. I fear that even some fans got splinters out of that move.

Dotcom: Havoc hit the table spinning, and wound up with his back against the rail, and his legs over the rail. Zero hit hard, too, with the back of his hand hitting the rail after it went through the table.

Damon: Now, I think we've seen everything. This is truly a show worthy to be called the HEW Tribute.

Dotcom: Havoc's trying to make his way out of the rubble. A stream of blood begins to make it's way down his face. That was almost scary to see. Too dangerous . . .

Damon: But it's HEW

Dotcom: Zero's a bloody mess now. He's crawling to the ring apron, throwing it up to see what else is under the ring. He's got something. He's pulling out . . . a ladder.

Damon: What will these men do next?

Dotcom: Zero's getting to his feet, and sets the ladder up. That has to be at least a ten foot ladder.

Damon: He begins to climb it, as Havoc slowly gets to his feet, as well.

Dotcom: Zero's halfway up, two thirds of the way . . .

Damon: Havoc looks up . . .

Dotcom: Zero jumps backwards from the ladder . . . moonsault from the ladder . . .

Damon: But Havoc catches him! Havoc caught him over his shoulder! Oh my! Havoc's smiling a sadistic grin through the blood that is decorating his face . . .

Dotcom: Havoc charges towards the ladder . . . and rams Zero into it, face first! He throws Zero upon impact.

Damon: Zero crashes into the ladder, falling to the ground with it. It looks like his back landed on it hard! That's it . . . this match is over. Havoc wins.

Dotcom: I think Havoc thinks so, too. He walks to Zero, and stands above him, just looking down at him. He's looking down at him . . . and raises his arms in victory! Havoc's ruling the match as a win for him. There's no way Zero is gonna get up from that . . .

Damon: Havoc begins to walk backwards up the ramp, looking back at Zero . .

. Dotcom: Wait . . . Zero's raising his head up.

Damon: Havoc sees it. His eyes are getting darker and grimmer.

Dotcom: Zero looks to him, slowly getting onto his hands and knees. His hair's a solid red by now. Hell, Havoc's a bloody pulp, as well.

Damon: Zero screaming at Havoc . . . waving him in! He's telling him to come back.

Dotcom: Havoc takes one step forward.

Damon: And Zero gets up to his knees, and . . .

Dotcom: Flips Havoc off!

Damon: Zero stands on his knees, with only his middle finger in the air at Havoc! Havoc's enraged! He's charging back at Zero . . .

Dotcom: Zero gets to his feet . . . Havoc's almost on him . . .

Damon: And Zero slams the ladder into Havoc's gut! What a . . . and slams it across Havoc's back, as well. Zero throws the ladder up the ramp, and hooks ahold of Havoc's tights, and shoves him into the guard rail!

Dotcom: This match just got turned up ANOTHER notch!

Damon: Zero goes after Havoc, but Havoc mule kicks Zero in the gut. Havoc grabs ahold of Zero's shirt, and lunge tosses him into the opposite guard rail! These men are making their way up the rampway by throwing each other back and forth across it!

Dotcom: Havoc goes to Zero . . . grabs him. He picks him up . . . brainbuster! Brainbuster on that cold, hard steel! Oh my God, I think Zero is out.

Damon: Havoc gets up from the move. He stares down at Zero . . . but his eyes slowly drag across what lies before him.

Dotcom: He's . . . NO! He's looking at the dropoff from the entrance stage, to the floor some 15 below it.

Damon: You don't think he's . . . ?

Dotcom: He's walking away from Zero . . .

Damon: There's a supply stack of tables off to the sectioned off area beside the ramp. He's walking straight towards it. . .

Dotcom: This is not right! This can't happen!

Damon: Havoc grabs a table, and sets it up below the drop off from the stage. If he were to throw Zero off the stage and through the table . . . why, it would kill Zero.

Dotcom: He turns around to get Zero . . . but Zero was already up, and slams that ladder, once again, into Havoc, this time connecting with his head.

Damon: Havoc goes down . . . but Zero's going to that stack of tables, as well . . .

Dotcom: He grabs a table, and brings it to where Havoc set the one up. Surely he isn't . . .

Damon: No, he isn't . . . but what IS he doing?

Dotcom: Zero sets the table up on the floor, but lying atop the other table. It almost looks like an X made out of the tables. This certainly isn't conventional.

Damon: What ever was?

Dotcom: Wait, he's going to get another . . . he brings it up the X stack . . . but Havoc has gotten to his feet again. Dropkick, over the table that Zero holds in his arms.

Damon: That connected with Zero's upper torso. He goes down to the concrete, with the table landing atop him.

Dotcom: Havoc picks the table up . . . don't tell me . . .

Damon: He stacks it atop one of the tables. Wait . . . he's going back to the supply! There's only so many tables there, but for Christ's sake, those are extra concession tables.

Dotcom: Havoc doesn't care. He takes the table, and sets it atop the other lower level tables, piecing the X pattern together on the second layer of tables! That looks like one big dangerous X of tables.

Damon: Havoc steps back from placing the table up there . . . .but suddenly . . .

Dotcom: Zero swings the ladder into Havoc's back thigh! That's the same place where he hit him with the chair! Havoc goes down to the concrete, clutching the knee.

Damon: Zero goes to work with the ladder, setting it in place beside the X of tables.

Dotcom: He's going back to that quickly disappearing stack of tables . . . he grabs one . . . wait, and another ladder. What is up with this?

Damon: He sets the ladder up parallel to the other ladder, and begins to climb with the table in hand.

Dotcom: He's . . . setting the table across the tops of the ladders! Oh my, please tell me someone is not going through this! This is a death trap, for EITHER of these men.

Damon: It's two tables made into an X, with the same pattern of tables stacked on top of them, with a table suspended by ladders hanging over the creation. This is insane! But tell me, what federation has ever seen this?

Dotcom: Only the HEW.

Damon: You're damn right.

Dotcom: Havoc tries to put the pain in his knee behind him, though. He gets to his feet, and blindsides Zero. Zero goes down to the concrete, but Havoc catches him, and flings back towards the ramp. They're gonna make their way up!

Damon: Zero throws a punch at Havoc, hitting him in the face. Havoc retaliates with a hard right to Zero's jaw. Zero stumbles further up the rampway.

Dotcom: Havoc gets an elbow into Zero's stomach, adding to it with an uppercut to Zero. Zero falls back, and Havoc comes after him with open arms.

Damon: Zero grabs the arms, though, and hooks Havoc. Reverse Russian leg sweep! They're atop the entrance now, some 15 feet above where the concrete lies below.

Dotcom: Zero gets up first. He walks over to the edge, where the table pattern rests just a few feet below the entrance level.

Damon: Zero turns back around. Havoc kicks him with a sidekick, an effort to knock him over the edge, and into the death of the tables.

Dotcom: It glanced Zero. Zero fell, just inches away from the edge. Havoc retaliates with stomps, obviously trying to get him over.

Damon: Zero grabs a foot of Havoc's, though, and pulls on it, tripping Havoc up. Havoc falls to the entrance metal. Zero gets to his feet. He dropkicks Havoc in the chest, and then goes to grab Havoc to throw him over.

Dotcom: Havoc rolls with the grab, though, and flips Zero over his head, just inches away from throwing Zero over in the process . . .

Damon: Havoc gets to his feet . . . and grabs Zero. He grabs his hands around Zero's throat . . . on my, NO! Not a chokeslam off the entrance . . .

Dotcom: Zero swings a wild left, connecting with Havoc's ribs . . .

Damon: Havoc flinches with the hit, and releases the hold. Zero goes to go for the left again . . . but Havoc blocks it, and slams Zero's head down . . . for . . .

Dotcom: the . . . first . . . step . . . to . . . a

Damon: powerbomb

Dotcom: Havoc lifts Zero up in the air!

Damon: Zero punches Havoc in the wide open face! Havoc's not feeling, it, though!

Dotcom: Oh no! No! NO!

Damon: Havoc's takes one step towards the edge . . .

Dotcom: And Zero throws one final punch into Havoc's face . . .

Damon: And Havoc lunges forward, propelling Zero out of his arms, and off of the entrance way . . .

Dotcom: HHHOOOOOOLLLLLLYYYYYY   SSSSHHHHHHIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTT   !!!!!!!!!!

Damon: Zero crashes through the top, suspended table . . . and goes tearing through the next four tables down.

Dotcom: I guess it's safe to say . . . Havoc hit the bull's eye.

Damon: What the hell are you talking about?! Zero could be dead.

Dotcom: Havoc just stands atop the entrance way, looking down the 15 feet, at the clusterfuck of a mess.

Damon: There is wooden shrapnel everywhere. The ladders have been overturned onto the pile of broken and busted tables. Somewhere, beneath all of that, lies Zero. But folks, right now, we can't even see him because of all of the broken tables everywhere.

Dotcom: The paramedics are rushing to the scene. Fans, this could be a huge tragedy to what was a perfect HEW Tribute.

Damon: They're digging through the tables, throwing pieces here and there. Wait, I can see an arm. There's Zero, lying inbetween two split tables. Oh my God, he looks terrible. Is he even breathing from that? Fans, I don't know what to say.

Dotcom: The paramedics are getting a stretcher out. It looks like we're going to have to call this match. This was totally unexpected. I . . . I . . .

Damon: Two paramedics are getting the wreckage off of Zero, and are pulling him out . . .

Dotcom: Zero's throws an arm into one of the paramedics, though! He's alive!

Damon: He doesn't want on the stretcher, it is obvious to see, although it is apparant he looks to be injured from that move. There's blood all of his face and clothes . . .

Dotcom: Havoc's still looking on from atop the entrance way.

Damon: Such nerve! He could of killed Zero. I doubt he even has remorse for what he just done.

Dotcom: They're trying to get Zero to lie down on the stretcher so they can get him to a hospital. Zero's fighting them, though. They have him laid down on the stretcher, but two men are trying their best to keep him down flat on the stretcher. I think they'll have to strap him down onto it . . .

Damon: Wait . . . look at Havoc up above! He's taking a few steps back. . .

. Dotcom: What is he about to do?

Damon: I dunno . . .

Dotcom: OH MY GOD! HE'S . . .

Damon: HAVOC IS SUICIDE DIVING OFF OF THE BALCONY, HEADING STRAIGHT DOWN FOR ZERO!

Dotcom: Havoc crashes atop Zero, who is still lying on the stretcher, with a suicide splash!

Damon: Oh my God!

Dotcom: The stretcher topples and breaks, sending both men completely smashing and crashing to the concrete of the floor.

Damon: I'm speechless . . .

Dotcom: Havoc's clutching his knee . . .

Damon: Zero's clutching his back . . .

Dotcom: The two paramedics who were holding Zero down, were hit in the process as well. They're on the ground, holding their heads.

Damon: This . . . is insane.

Dotcom: Extra paramedics are rushing to Zero and Havoc. Surely, this match is over after that. The two won't be able to continue any longer. Zero went through five tables, and then had Havoc splash him atop a stretcher. But, Havoc jumped down fifteen feet, and hit the concrete hard after landing the move. Neither man will be able to get up from this.

Damon: A paramedic is trying to get Havoc up. He's tugging on his arms. We need a stretcher for him.

Dotcom: Havoc's refusing help, though! He pushed the paramedic away.

Damon: Zero has just shoved a paramedic!

Dotcom: They're both trying to get atop their feet.

Damon: Zero looks at Havoc, as they both stand on their knees . . .

Dotcom: Zero's up . . . and punches Havoc in the face!

Damon: The fan's erupt! They won't quit!

Dotcom: Havoc grabs the broken stretcher, and rams it into Zero! Zero kicks it back into Havoc's knee!

Damon: They just will not stop their feud until one or the other is dead.

Dotcom: Zero grabs Havoc in a waist lock . . .

Damon: Havoc picks him up though . . . spins . . . spinebuster onto that wreckage of tables and ladders!

Dotcom: Something has to be broken.

Damon: Havoc storms over Zero, reaching for his hair . . .

Dotcom: Zero kicks Havoc in the face!

Damon: Havoc stumbles back . . . Zero gets up from the wreckage. He's clutching his back, but charging at Havoc, none the less.

Dotcom: He grabs him around the waist, and slams him into a guard rail. He's still holding tight onto Havoc. Damon: Havoc retaliates with knees into Zero's chest! He raises his large arm up in the air, and slams an elbow down into the center of Zero's back!

Dotcom: That caused Zero to release the hold, and stumbles back closer to the ring.

Damon: These men are blocking out all of their obvious pain and injuries, just to finish this match.

Dotcom: Regardless of the winner, I have to give my hat's off to both men.

Damon: Havoc storms after Zero, slamming a forearm down Zero's back. Zero falls to the ground, rolling into the mat beside the ring.

Dotcom: Havoc grabs a chair from ring side, and mounts the ring apron. He looks down at Zero, who lies below . . .

Damon: Havoc jumps, and slides that chair under his outstretched leg . . .

Dotcom: Arabian facebuster!

Damon: Zero uses that move! Havoc's stealing his moves!

Dotcom: That chair smashed against Zero's face pretty hard. Add to that, a gigantic man's leg stretched atop it.

Damon: I don't think that done any good for Havoc's spine, though. He landed square on his tail bone.

Dotcom: But he's getting back up!

Damon: He threw the chair into the ring.

Dotcom: Zero's trying to get up . . .

Damon: These men are a bloody mess. Havoc is dripping blood down his neck, his arms are getting bloody . . . Zero's hair and shirt, not to mention his face, are covered in blood.

Dotcom: Blood Brothers . . .

Damon: Ummm . . . to the action, Havoc grabbed Zero, and rolled him up into the ring.

Dotcom: He's got that chair . . . Zero's getting to his feet . . . Havoc swings down . . . Zero ducks!

Damon: That chair bounced off the ropes . . .

Dotcom: Zero uppercuts it . . . sending it straight back into the face of Havoc.

Damon: Havoc's stunned . . . Zero kicks Havoc in the knee, causing him to drop the chair, and reach for his knee . . .

Dotcom: Just the opportunity Zero was looking for . . .he grabs Havoc over his shoulders . . .

Damon: And smashes a fluid DVD driver onto that chair!

Dotcom: Looked like Havoc's neck landed first on that chair! It was at International Invasion '99 that Zero severely injured the neck of his bitter enemy, if you remember...

Damon: I'll never forget it. Zero grabs that chair, and goes to the turnbuckles . . . he's climbing them.

Dotcom: Havoc's laying prone on the mat below.

Damon: Zero looks down at him . . . and raises the chair high into the air, looking out across the arena . . .

Dotcom: He jumps! Slides that chair under his leg . . .

Damon: Arabian facebuster! Zero does it back to Havoc! The chair smashed right into Havoc's face!

Dotcom: Oh my God! This match can't go on any longer . . .

Damon: Havoc's not moving. Zero slides the chair into the center of the ring . . .

Dotcom: He's raising Havoc up . . . Havoc's up . . . Zero goes to hook Havoc's head . . . Level Zero?!

Damon: Havoc knees Zero in the cut, and grabs Zero's head and leg . . . fisherman suplex?

Dotcom: Zero retaliates with a kidney punch, and snaps his arms around Havoc's head . . . drops to the ground in the blink of an eye!

Damon: Level Zero onto that chair! It's over! Zero wins!

Dotcom: He goes for the pin . . .

Damon: 1 . . . . 2 . . . . . NO!

Dotcom: Havoc kicks out!

Damon: WHAT?!

Dotcom: This is unbelievable!

Damon: Look at Zero's face. He can't believe it, either. He's sitting on his knees, his hands on his sides.

Dotcom: Havoc is trying to get back up from this... although, i don't know HOW or WHY.

Damon: Zero gets up along with him. . .

Dotcom: Zero's up . . . Havoc's up . . . Havoc with a lunging chair shot into Zero's abdomen.

Damon: Zero folds over, looking as if his breath just got knocked out of him.

Dotcom: Havoc with the chair shot down across Zero's back . . .

Damon: Zero's folded over.

Dotcom: Havoc tosses the chair down onto the mat . . . and scoops Zero's head ., . . it looks like the setup for the . . .

Damon: Havoc raises Zero up, over his head!

Dotcom: Powerbomb?!

Damon: Havoc spins, and slams Zero down with the H-Bomb, planting him flat against the back of the chair.

Dotcom: Havoc's got the legs hooked . . .

Damon: 1 . . . 2 . . . .NO!

Dotcom: Zero throws his shoulder up just in time!!! HOW!?!

Damon: Havoc's back falls onto the canvas in disgust!

Dotcom: When will this end? Neither man will budge! Neither man is going to loose!

Damon: No matter the outcome, both of these men are winners, just from their performance tonight.

Dotcom: Zero's still down on the canvas . . .

Damon: Havoc is sliding to outside the ring . . .

Dotcom: He's looking under the ring . . . there's one table left under there.

Damon: And he's getting it out.

Dotcom: It's slid into the ring . . . Havoc's not even setting it up right now, though. He's going back to Zero, who is still lying atop the chair.

Damon: Havoc bypasses him, and climbs up to the second turnbuckle, and sits atop it, looking down at Zero. Almost like a predator, looking at his prey.

Dotcom: He stands up, though . . . jumps!

Damon: Forearm drop from the turnbuckles! His forearm landed right on Zero's throat!

Dotcom: Zero, out of instict, snapped up in alert of the hit, grabbing his throat briefly.

Damon: Havoc took that to his advantage, though, as he grabbed Zero, pulling him up to his feet. As Zero goes up, Havoc grabs his forearm, and clotheslines him with his other arm.

Dotcom: Zero went to go down to the canvas, but Havoc wouldn't let him go. Damon: Havoc scoops Zero up . . . body slam onto that chair!

Dotcom: With Zero on the mat, Havoc's going to that table now. He's setting it up . . .

Damon: Zero is trying to get up to his feet . . .

Dotcom: Havoc has the table up . . .

Damon: He turns . . . Zero with a front kick to Havoc's gut! Havoc folds from the blow, and Zero retaliates with a forearm across Havoc's head.

Dotcom: Havoc's going down . . .

Damon: Zero is too close to him though . . .

Dotcom: Havoc swings a leg on his way down, kicking Zero's feet, and causing him to land face first on that chair!

Damon: Zero's getting back to his feet, though . . .

Dotcom:   . . . But Havoc is already back to. He grabs Zero's head, and sets him up for the H-Bomb once again . . .

Damon: It's over . . . it's been a good Tribute, but I fear we'll have a fatality here tonight . . .

Dotcom: Havoc flips Zero up onto shoulders . . . he's spinning towards the table . . .

Damon: And Zero, with a last gush of wind . . . spins out of the hold, latching onto Havoc's head . . .

Dotcom: Zero spins out of the powerbomb . . . and goes falling chest first down towards the table . . . with Havoc's head fastened under his shoulder . . .

Damon: Level Zero through that table! The table shattered . . . Zero, with all the strength he has, goes for the pin . .

. Dotcom: The ref goes down to the count . . .

Damon: 1 . . . . 2. . . . . 3 !!!!!

Dotcom: Zero wins! Zero wins!

Damon: Oh my Lord! What a match! What a match! But, these men aren't even moving . . .

Dotcom: Oh dear . . . call someone . . .

Damon: The fans are holding their breath . . .

Dotcom: Suddenly, Zero begins to stir . . . he's trying to get up . . .

Damon: He gets to a sitting position!

Dotcom: The fans erupt! Possibly the greatest match in HEW history, and we just witnessed it!

Damon: Zero gets up . . . the ref raises his hand, although Zero can hardly stand up right now . . .

Dotcom: Wait! Havoc's struggling to get to his feet . . .

Damon: He's up, but is limping terribly on that knee . . .

Dotcom: Zero's leaning against the ropes for relief, just staring in silence at Havoc . . .

Damon: Havoc, on the other side of the ring . . . he's asking for a microphone . . .

Dotcom: He's got one . . . he's walking to the center of the ring . . .

Damon: Zero hasn't moved yet, though . . .

Dotcom: Havoc looks at him, his facial expression of a neutral standing . . .

Damon: He raises the mic to his mouth . . . but lowers it again . . . he doesn't know what to say . . .

Dotcom: Zero's expression hasn't changed . . . he's still looking at Havoc . . .

Damon: Havoc, again, raises the mic up to his mouth . . .

Dotcom: And just shakes his head, and tosses the mic out of the ring . . .

Damon: Oh my God! Havoc extends his hand to Zero . . . WHEN DID YOU EVER EXPECT TO SEE THAT?!

Dotcom: Havoc, with his hand outstretched to Zero, is looking straight at him!!!

Damon: And Zero's starting to move towards Havoc, even though the two have not stopped their direct eye contact.

Dotcom: They come face to face . . .

Damon: Just like at the beginning of the match . . .

Dotcom: The fan's are exploding at this notion . . . NOBODY ever thought they'd see this . . .

Damon: Is Zero's hand moving?

Dotcom: Havoc has not moved his hand yet. It's still stretched out towards Zero . . .

Damon: Zero's hand begins to nudge up a little . . .

Dotcom: They are looking straight into each other's eyes . . .

Damon: And Zero lowers his hand back down . . . and turns his back to Havoc . . .

Dotcom: Havoc finally lowers his hand, and it just staring at Zero . . .

Damon: Zero drops down, and slides out of the ring . . .

Dotcom: Havoc has not moved from his spot . . . his eyes are following Zero, though . . .

Damon: The fans don't know what to think of this.

Dotcom: Zero, from outside the ring, takes one final look up at Havoc . . . and then turns his back, and begins a slow, painful walk up the ramp . . .

Damon: Havoc begins to move towards the ropes . . . and leans against them . . . still watching Zero . . .

Dotcom: Zero stops at the curtain, and turns around for one final, definate look back up in the ring at Havoc . . .

Damon: And nods his head just slightly at Havoc . . .

Dotcom: Havoc, leaning against the ropes, looks at him . . .

Damon: And nods his head just slightly back at Zero . . .

Dotcom: And Zero walks behind the curtain . .

Damon: Folks . . . I . . .do not know what to say. What just happened, I have no idea.

Dotcom: But . . . so concludes the main event of what has been known as HEW Tribute... well... I can speak for everyone when I say... IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME!!!

Damon: Dotcom! The language! Fans . . . we would just like to thank you for all of the support and dedication you have shown the HEW throughout the past two years. Through the good times and the bad, it meant the world to all of us.

Dotcom: We'll all see each other again at some point in time . . . just don't forget your roots!

Damon: HEW!!!