Men of Iron, Forged in the Underground Deep, dark, and ominous music would serve as the backdrop to set the mood. The shot would be endless dark as a deep voice over would speak. “Men fighting for honor, for pride, and for the sake of fighting is a story as old as time itself. Sometimes in history there are some battles that transcend anything material. Fights that surpass honor. Wars that are more than a matter of pride. Sometimes two individuals are destined to clash and that’s all it is; Destiny The blackness would give way to shots of the 73rd episode of iNtense. The upbeat yet also violent sounds of “Till I collapse” by Eminem would play. 'Cause sometimes you just feel tired, Feel weak, and when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up. But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength And just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up And not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse. The massive mountain of muscle stumbled forward before crushing the ninja for a 3rd time. Kenshiro shook his head briefly as his weight dropped Sylo back to a knee. The resurgent monster felt Kenshiro pulling back at the chain before displaying his strength by pulling the ninja’s arms outward. Sylo slammed the back of his head against the ninja’s sternum by pulling his captor’s arms downward. A 2nd time caused the weighted chain to fall against the canvas before snatching Ninja overhead & bouncing Ninja off the mat in front of him. Kenshiro sat himself, clutching his head while dragging himself gradually back to his feet... The Slaughter through the table! Buhrman: “HOLY SHIT!”... Powers: “NINJA’S DEAD! HE’S FUCKING DEAD!! YES!!!” Till I collapse I’m spilling these raps long as you feel 'em Till the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing them 'Cause when I am not then I'ma stop penning 'em And I am not hip-hop and I’m just not Eminem. Subliminal thoughts when I'm stop sending them women are caught in webs spin and hauk venom Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop. Amoxacilin is just not real enough. The criminal cop killing hip-hop filling a minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners. You're coming with me, feel it or not you’re gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of god lives in us. You hear it a lot, lyrics that shock is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzing up. For sizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up you bizzles forgot slizzle does not give a fuck. A mixed reaction from the crowd was swirling the Arena of Champions as Kenshiro stood over his rival, with a ravaged chair in hand. Ninja wiped his mouth with his forearm before dropping the destroyed chair to the floor below. Unwrapping the chain from his right hand, Ninja passed through the ropes and began scaling the turnbuckles. Referee Mike Hunt continued waving his arms at the crouching ninja who carefully stood erect before taking flight... CRASH!!! Wooden shards. Metal Remains & Human Flesh were strewn in the wake of Ninja driving both knees into Sylo’s chest through the table! The towering colossus laid along the angled table remains as Kenshiro grimaced while pushing himself up by his arms before clutching his legs. The masses displayed divine favor for the unchecked carnage unfolding before them. Resting on all fours, Kenshiro remained stationary as referee Mike Hunt made it a point to approach the ring announcer. The discussion mentioned a motion to stop the match when Kenshiro grabbed the referee to move him aside to threaten bodily harm to Carrington if he made the announcement. The microphone screamed with feedback as it was smashed against the floor. [Chorus - NateDogg] Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth. Till the smoke clears out - am I high? Perhaps. I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse. Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth. Till the smoke clears out - am I high? Perhaps. I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse. Buhrman: “Ladies & Gentlemen; this is an all out war for the jOlt Underground Championship. Judging by the resounding response from the masses, a cult following has quickly exploded here ... Powers: “These idiots would pop for a Championship Poker Tournament. Welp. Far better than a NBW Pay Per View.” Buhrman: “What in the hell is Sylo doing?” Powers: “He’s headed this way! Get the hell out of my way, Buhrman!!” Fumbling around the table, a massive pop was emitted as a ominous Tow Truck Chain was dragged from behind the table by Sylo! Referee Mike Hunt was adamant while defiantly standing in the champion’s way. Kenshiro raised his arm aimlessly while trying to regain his bearings.... Buhrman: “Oh No! He won’t!”... Powers: “Kill him!” Buhrman: “ DON’T DO IT!!” Powers: “KILL HIM!!!” Enraged, Sylo shoved the referee aside before lugging the massive chain into position and swinging. Camera Ten watched as Kenshiro used a burst of speed to roll off the table as the Spanish Announce Table was literally destroyed. Immediately, as Sylo began shortening the length of the chain by wrapping in around his arm, the time keeper rang the bell. A loud commotion was heard around the ringside area and abroad as Referee Mike Hunt conversed with the time official for several seconds before conversing with the ring announcer Dean Carrington. Kenshiro gradually stood himself erect & wiped blood from his lips as the ring announcer was heard fumbling with the microphone. Carrington: Ladies & Gentlemen....Due the expiration of the 30 minute time limit....This match has been hereby declared a DRAW...And STILL...YOUR jOlt WRESTLING UNDERGROUND CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!! SYLO!!! Both champion & challenger were enraged as an argumentative Kenshiro was being held back by Referee Mike Hunt & a few security guards. Sylo had to be forcibly detained by a large security detail before Sylo ripped the microphone from Carrington’s hand & shoving him to the floor. Music is like magic there’s a certain feeling you get when you're real And you spit and people are feeling your shit. This is your moment and every single minute you spend trying to hold onto it 'cause you may never get it again. So while you’re in it try to get as much shit as you can And when your run is over just admit when it's at its end. 'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half this shit that gets in. I got a list here's the order of my list that it's in. It goes, Red G, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie, Andre from OutKast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me. But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy, so when I’m not put on this list the shit does not offend me. That's why you see me walk around like nothing's bothering me. Even though half you people got a fucking problem with me. You hate it but you know respect you’ve got to give me The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney. Nate hit me. The camera would switch to the 74th edition of iNtense as Ninja K and Sylo would go one on one inside THE PITT! Ninja K noticed his was in prime position for the Triangle Choke Sylo favored so he decided to leave the ground game for the time being and quickly stood up. Sylo made his way to his feet and K took the chance to strike but Sylo side stepped! Lefts and rights rocked Ninja K as Sylo backed him up against the other side of the Pitt and with a well placed flying knee to the chin K was seeing stars! “Sylo might have this one in the first round!” Buhrman yelled. “This is what Sylo does in these kinds of matches! I think we’re seeing the end here!” Silva exclaimed. Meanwhile Ninja K went down; hard. Sylo dropped in for the kill. DING! DING! DING! END OF ROUND ONE! Sylo roared in anger as the official broke the two up. He knew he had Ninja K beat but time had expired. Sylo begrudgingly went to his corner where JBM and the rest of his crew fed him more instructions while Ninja K’s crew cleaned him up and did the same. “My God, Kenshiro dodged a bullet there,” Silva remarked. “I’ve never seen a guy Sylo’s size move like that. One minute it looked like K had him and the next Sylo was about to knock him out,” Powers added. The beat of the music would play through the rest of the clips from The Pitt… Sylo was seething as both men stood up. The bell sounded and it was Sylo who would explode out of the corner hoping to finish what he started. Ninja K saw him coming though and what would happen next would rock everyone in the arena. Ninja K would side step Sylo this time. He then took a running start at the Pitt, leapt to the top bar, and nailed Sylo with a bicycle kick! HOLY SHIT~! HOLY SHIT~! HOLY SHIT~! Sylo hit the ground, hard, and now shared a busted nose with Ninja K. It took K a moment to get back to his feet but he managed to do so. The commentators were in stunned silence at what they had just witnessed as Ninja K dropped down and locked Sylo’s leg in what he called the Imploding Star Submission which was an MMA-style leg Nelson or as some refer to it as the Vazque-Fix. “Ninja K with the submission attempt!” Buhrman yelled. “This is where Sylo’s training has to kick in if he wants to get out of this.” Silva noted. Sylo roared in pain as the official watched for any sign of a tap out. Ninja K cranked on the leg harder as Sylo began to roar louder but he just wouldn’t tap. He didn’t care about personal injury; he wouldn’t tap to Ninja K. Sylo slid his hips to push some of the pressure off as Ninja K held on. It felt like an eternity, Sylo could feel his hand going up to tap. Pain was exploding through every nerve ending. DING! DING! DING! END OF ROUND TWO! Ninja K was forced to release the hold and this time it was he who was beside himself with anger. Both men took their corners as Sylo began working the pain out of his leg. Each man was given water and each man spit out a combination of water and blood into nearby buckets. Sylo kept his eyes locked on Kenshiro and Kenshiro kept his eyes locked on The SuperBeast. Sylo was sick of this shit. He was sick of this flipping fuck and was ready to just knock him out and end it. Kenshiro was thinking the same exact thing. He knew Sylo could be knocked out, albeit, last time it was with brass knuckles but a few hard shots would put him down. Soon as a verse starts I eat it at MC’s heart What is he thinking? How not to go against me? Smart. And it's absurd how people hang on every word. I’ll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve But I’ll never be served my spot is forever reserved If I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first. 'Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse. That’s why I’m clever when I put together every verse My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I’m an addict I rap like I’m addicted to smack like I’m Kim Mathers. But I don’t want to go forth and back in constant battles The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers. So this is like a full blown attack I’m launching at them The track is on some battling raps who want some static 'Cause I don’t really think that the fact that I’m Slim matters A plaque of platinum status is whack if I'm not the baddest. “This is bad,” Silva remarked. “Knees that size in your face? That’s obvious…” Powers remarked. Sylo went to throw the knees as K frantically tried to cover. He shifted himself out of the hold finally before any real damage could be done right into the waiting arms of Sylo who pulled himself into a full guard with Ninja K. The fans roared as they knew what came next. Sylo with lightning speed, especially for a big man, had the left leg over K’s neck and his right hand on his ankle completing the triangle choke. The fans were on their feet. They knew it was the end as Sylo cranked back harder. Time was winding down…it was do or die. Sylo put everything he had into the hold as K tried to find a way out. It seemed the name was fitting: The No Escape. Kenshiro seemed helpless. If he wanted to save his career he’d have to tap. DING! DING! DING! Sylo broke the hold and rushed to the cage wall jumping up on it and extending both arms in a roar thinking Ninja K had just tapped. Camera One trained itself onto a kneeling Ninja who drew his clan adviser mentioned something inaudibly to his superior who stared upward for several moments before drawing his eyes shut. The official checked on K and then headed out of The Pitt to the judges table. Moments later the announcement was made. “Ladies and Gentleman, after review of the tape Ninja K did NOT tap. It’s the official’s opinion that Ninja K was only jockeying for position but never tapped to the submission. Therefore this match will be decided by the judges.” The whole arena booed as Sylo jumped off the cage in a fit of rage. He and the official had a heated discussion until finally both camps had to be restrained. Thankfully, word came down and the judges had reached a decision. The announcer stepped in as a very unhappy Sylo and Ninja K took their places next to the official. Camera Five panned over to capture the expressions of the Inogami Clan. Eiji was seen placing his hand against the cage as Heido, Mamoru & Takeshi traded glances and watched their immediate surroundings attentively. “The judges have scored this contest as follows. Round one: Sylo. Round Two: Ninja K. And finally, Round Three: A Draw! Meaning this contest ends in a draw!” boos followed the announcement. Sylo was beyond himself with anger as he stormed out of The Pitt and to the back with crew in tow. Meanwhile, the entire Inogami Clan entered the cage and knelt around their defiant leader. The enigmatic consortium were speaking inaudibly as Ninja K just closed his eyes, angry with the outcome himself, as it stood these men had went to war and had given it their all but still there wasn’t a clear winner. Sylo walked out Underground Champion still but he wasn't happy about it either. The special iNtense goes Underground would end in controversy as we still didn't have a definitive winner in the Ninja K/Sylo war. The screen would change one last time and show Champion and Challenger face to face with the Thieves Honor backdrop behind them. The words Sylo vs. Ninja K for the Underground Title in a One Hour Underground Rules Iron Man Match would form on the image as the song began to wind down. Until the roof The roof comes off Until my legs Give out from underneath me The screen would fade back to black. I will not fall, I will stand tall, Feels like no one can beat me.