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TNA One Night Only: Monster's Ball

By: Silverback Chriatianpaw

My name is Silverback. I am 7-foot-2, 535 lb big blue wolf wrestler and I've seen my share of success in the ring. I've fought against the best, brawled with the best, and have beaten the best, and when it comes to championships I've had my share of a gold rush. But I gotta tell ya, TNA Impact Wrestling is a whole new game to me. The guys and gals wrestle such a fast-paced style with more action, more athleticism . . . and more violence. That fact couldn't be more right when I saw the TNA World Champion; a big golden Labrador by the name of Jack Bishop.

Like I said, I've fought wrestlers from every walk of life but this guy was something else. Although a foot shorter than me, he is absolutely jacked to the guilds, muscles in places most people don't even have places, but it wasn't just that. I've watched him wrestle here in TNA and I am absolutely mesmerized by all of these brutal looking scars he had all over his body and he wore these scars like badges of honor. From what I understand, he made his success by competing in hardcore matches and barbed wire matches in British Wrestling.

"Silverback we're ready for your interview," the production lady said to me. Jeremy Borash got his microphone set up as he got ready to interview me,

"Are we ready?" he asked.

The lady nodded silently counted him down with her hand as she mouthed, "5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . ."

Jeremy said into the camera, "Good evening ladies and gentlemen, Jeremy Borash backstage with my guest at this time," he signaled me to walk into frame, "the number one contender for the TNA World Heavyweight Championship, Silverback." I punched my paws and I fired myself up, "Now this is certainly a unique night," Borash continued on, "TNA One Night Only: Monster's Ball and you are certainly in a unique match-up as you set to face the champion, Jack Bishop, in a Monster's Ball Match."

I replied, "JB, I've been in Impact Wrestling for ten months, and I've never wanted to fight someone more than anyone else in this sport, and that's right I said 'Fight' because this isn't going to be a wrestling match. It's going to be a bloody war out there. You see JB, Jack Bishop is a monster. A wrestler that is willing to walk around with his body completely covered in scar tissue, and still come back for more is psychotic. How do you beat someone like that? It's real simple, you must become psychotic yourself." I looked right in the camera. I wanted to peer a hole right into my opponent. I was going to have to play the mind games early to take this guy down.

"Jack Bishop, you've been ducking me and dodging me for far too long, now you've pissed me off! You've attacked me from behind over and over again, costing me matches, title shots, you've got balls I'll give you that. But now there's nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. You see Jack, I won the 20-Man Gauntlet Battle Royal last week to finally get what I've wanted ever since I stepped foot in Impact Wrestling; a shot at your World Heavyweight Championship. It's appropriate that tonight is titled Monster's Ball, people are already telling me, 'Oh, that's not your match, that's not your kind of match'. Well, let me tell you something Jack Bishop, every match is my kind of match! So I encourage you, no-no wait, I DARE YOU to bring the tables, the thumbtacks, the barbed wire, bring everything you've got! Because I swear, you are going to have To KILL me to keep me from walking out of this arena tonight as the TNA World Heavyweight Champion!"

I took a breath as the camera zoomed in on my face, "Jack Bishop, One Night Only, get ready for a night, that you're scarred and mangled body . . . will never . . . let you forget."

I walked away, all it took was an interview to get me hyped for this match. The night was going to be violent, but I don't care. I want Jack Bishop in the ring, I want that TNA World Championship and I have no problem adding a few more scars to his body.

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Rock music blasted throughout the arena at Universal Studios in the Impact Zone. The fans got up on their feet to cheer for me. I walked out and looked out at the ring. The ring announcer stood in the middle of the ring, and around it were garbage cans full of weapons to use on my opponent. I gave one last quick adjustment to my purple jean shorts and my wrestling boots as I walked down the ramp. I took whatever precautions I could for this match. I even got a black TNA shirt (glad they had them in 4x) and taped my fists up extra good.

I passed by one of the garbage cans and could already see some goodies that I wanted to use in this match. I got up on the apron and stepped over the top rope as I made my way into the ring.

Heavy metal music blasted throughout the arena. All the fans around started doing headbanging in unison to his music. I couldn't help but start growling as Jack Bishop walked from behind the curtain and looked out at the sea of people. He had an evil grin on his face, and just to show how tough he was, he wore nothing but a thin red singlet. He had scars all over him but the most gruesome ones were on his forehead and on his back. The scars on his back almost perfectly made an X mark. I started to wonder if they were self inflicted.

He climbed into the ring and immediately got right in my face. He pulled the TNA World Championship belt off from around his waist and held it in the air for me to see, in order to make sure I saw that he was the champion. I just stared him down, not even a flinch from me.

The referee got in between us to try and separate us, but we didn't take our eyes off each other. I stared a hole into him but he did just the same to me. Jack held the championship belt to his side, the referee went to grab it but instead Jack dropped it on the floor. He thought this was about more than the TNA World Championship, and he was right. All the attacks from behind and using chicken-shit tactics to dodge me for so long and to hold on to that championship because he knew I could beat him for it any time I wanted. Well now there's nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.

The referee held up the World Championship over his head for the crowd to see as Jeremy Borash did the ring announcing,

"Ladies and Gentlemen this--"

Jack Bishop ran over to me and slapped me right across the face.

"Ohhhh!" the crowd said.

I growl more and my teeth start to show. I start throwing fists at his head as I start punching him out into a corner. Within moments security guards got into the ring and start to pull us apart.

"Come on! Come on fat boy!" Jack scowled at me.

"Let me at him!" I yelled at the guards as they tried to restrain me back to my corner, "I'll kick your face right off your head!"

Jeremy Borash stood back in the center to make his official introduction,

"_Ladies and Gentlemen, TNA Impact Wrestling presents _One Night Only: Monster's Ball main event of the evening and it is a Monster's Ball match for the Heavyweight Championship of the World. There are no count-outs, no disqualifications, and pinfalls count anywhere--"

Jack broke away from his group of security as he dashed across the ring and started punching me in the face like crazy.

"Hey!" one of the guards said as they tried to retrieve him. I punched blindly, there were so many security guards in the ring trying to pull us apart that I just tried to get any shot I could on him. They managed to pull him back to his corner as Borash tried again to continue his introduction,

"Weighing in at 535 lbs and from Farmington, Arkansas, he is the number one contender for heavyweight championship of the world, this...oh! Is Silverback!"

I broke away from my group of security as I dashed across the ring, inadvertently knocking down a couple guards in the process as I clotheslined Jack over the top rope and he fell out to the floor. I climbed out of the ring after him and tried to beat on him some more. But he got himself up and hit me with a quick drop-toe-hold which tripped me up and head hit the edge of the steel ringsteps on the way down.

SMACK!

"Ohhhh!" the fans nearby me all said. I got on all fours. I looked down and started to see little droplets of crimson stain the safety mat. Guh! My forehead was already bleeding and the match hadn't even started, and he did it with only one move!

"And weighing in at 18 stone, he is the reigning,defending, TNA Heavyweight Champion of the World, he is the UK's Hardcore Powerhouse, this is Jack Bishop."

DING-DING-DING!

Jack Bishop reached over the ropes and tried to pull me back into the ring by my headfur but I smacked his paws away, quickly grabbed his head and dropped down on the ring apron on my butt, jerking Bishop's head and neck against the top rope before he came tumbling onto his back in the middle of the ring. I grabbed his ankle and yanked him outside as hard as I could but he remained on his feet. Before I knew it the fists were flying like crazy and this time there was no security to get in our way.

"Hyah!" I go for a big headbutt, but Jack just kept punching away, it was like he didn't even feel it. I pushed his fists away to try for another but he got his arm around me in a big headlock. I quickly broke it and tried for a clothesline, he ducked underneath, I turned around, and he clotheslined me over the steel guardrail into the crowd.

"Woooooooooo!" A nearby fan said.

"Ahh! Oh my God!" a freaked out female fan said as my body crashed in the aisle-way just inches away from her. I crawled on all fours before getting back to my feet but I was sent back down when I heard the sound of a steel chair clamping followed by a--

FWAP!

A steel chair slammed hard against my back. I grimaced in pain and turned to be welcomed with another chair shot right to my bleeding head courtesy of Jack Bishop.

FWAP!

"Ohhhhh! All the fans around us bellowed. The ones around us were going nuts, I'm sure they were thrilled to be part of the action. It's amazing how in TNA we are allowed to go absolutely crazy in the Impact Zone but can't touch a fan otherwise we'd be slapped with a big lawsuit. So I tried to get as far away from any fans as I could.

I found a pocket of space by the stairs to get some room. Jack went for another shot with the steel chair but before he could connect I blocked the chair, grabbed it, and pushed it back right in his face.

I looked around for anything to use. Sadly in this corner there wasn't much except for a wall covered with _TNA: One Night Only_posters, but it'll have to do.

I gave Jack a swift kick to the gut, grabbed him by the back of his head and slammed it hard into the wall.

BAM!

I stood back when I felt an object touch my shoulder. I looked and saw a nearby fan with a cast on his leg offering me his crutch.

"Thanks!" I said to the fan as I took it from him and jammed it into Jack's stomach. He hunched over in pain before I wound up and slammed it across his scarred back.

"Yeah! Wooo!" Another fan holding a beer cheered. This was working like a charm, the odds were already back in my favor.

"Give me something else!" I said to the fans around me. All of them excitedly looked around for something for me to use. One fan handed me his chair. I took it and walloped Jack in his side which drove him down to a knee. I looked around for something else and a lovely young lady gave me her soda drink as Jack was getting back up to his feet. I took a quick sip,

"Ugh, this is diet!" I smacked the can into his head, the carbonated beverage spilling everywhere, even getting some of the fans wet. Jack once again tried to get up, his head was now wet, I went for my next plan of attack.

I walked a little bit father and grabbed a big silver wolf plushy. The fans cheers grew into laughter around me. I reared back, Jack got back to his feet and I dashed across and clobbered the plushy across Jack's head. He goes down instantly as the fans all around me chant like crazy. The fans around me, next to me, the ones above me in the row above me, they were all going nuts. I got so swept up in stuff like that. I smiled and raised my paws overhead in celebration. This was going even better than I'm expected, I thought. I figured at that moment that I was going to be TNA Champ in no time. But instead Jack hit me in between my legs with a low-blow to the crotch.

"Ohhhhh!" the fans cheers turned to shock as I suddenly felt shooting pain from my crotch take over my whole body. I went down to one knee before having to lay down holding my crotch in pain.

"Yeah!" Jack shouted in pleasure. All the fans around us were booing him. "Come on Silverback!" he said as he grazed my head against the floor with his boot. "Come on tough guy!" his boot hit me in the head again. He rolled me onto my back and started driving his forearm into my bleeding forehead, opening the wound even more. "How does that feel mate? Guh!" He finally backed away and left my head feeling like it just got scraped up with sandpaper.

"What are you looking at?" he continued heckling one of the female fans. "Hey! Give me a weapon! I need a weapon!" Trying to do the same thing I did with the crowd but this time they wouldn't giving him anything. I used this time to make my way back to my feet while more drops of blood hit the floor on the way up.

"You all suck! Give me a damn weapon!" he scowled at them. They all hurled their own insults at him but he fixed his eyes on another girl's soda, this one the size of a big gulp. He gave an evil grin as he jerked it away from her hands.

"Hey!" she scowled.

"I'm thirsty!" Jack laughed, "Show some respect!" he smiled as he took a drink. He kept his smile fixed on the young woman as he took another quick drink before he spat a big loogie into her cup before he handed it back to her.

"Here you go girl, hahaha." Jack laughed. The girl stared him down before throwing the contents of the cup right in his face.

The fans exploded in laughter, but Jack lost it and feverishly started rubbing the soda out of his eyes. I kicked a now blinded Jack Bishop in the stomach and grabbed him by the back of his head and started running us back down to the ring and I tossed him back over the guardrail as he smacked hard on the floor by one of the ring-posts.

"Gah! Grrr!" he grunted using his singlet to wipe some of the soda out of his eyes. I grabbed one of the trashcans full of weapons before I heaved it into the ring. The fans cheered as the weapons came into play. I circled around to another garbage can and pulled out one of my favorite "toys" to hit him with, a kendo stick.

The moment he got up I wasted no time and started beating the hell out of him with the stick against over and over again against his body.

"Ah! Guh!" he said as he scurried back into the ring. I slid in after him but he met me with a big boot right to my face that knocked me down hard on the mat. The referee (who had never even left the ring) knelt down to ask me if I was alright, but I just ignored him and got myself back up, but that was more than enough time for Jack to grab what felt to be a steel pipe and smash against against my back.

"Ahhh!" I cried out as it connected with my back.

He walloped me a second time across my back. I rolled over hoping to leave the ring but Jack pounced on me and drove the pipe into my throat. My larynx had started to feel crushed. Sadly the ref couldn't do anything about it since it was anything goes in this type of match. I was relieved when Jack got off of me, throwing the pipe down on the mat. But the relief didn't last long as he would come back, this time with a chair. He laid it across my face before he smashed it into my skull with a heavy leg drop on top the chair.

He yanked the chair off of me and covered me. The referee got down on all fours to count, "1 . . . 2 . ." I kicked out.

"Grrrrah!" Jack screamed as he pulled the straps of his singlet down, "Stay down!" but I wouldn't have any of it. I fought with whatever I had to get back up and back in this fight, "You hear me?!" he continued. "Stay down! Stay down you...stupid...son...of...a...bitch!" . . . That's it!

I broke out and landed a good hard right hook, it connected, I threw a left, another connection, right, left, right, left, kick to the stomach, another left hook, another kick. I furiously pushed him into the turnbuckle and reared back to deliver a hard knife-edge chop to his chest.

CHOP!

"Woooooooo!" the fans said.

CHOP!

"Wooooooooo!" the fans sounded even louder the second time.

His chest was turning a beet red, the discoloration even working their way around his nipples, and I never realized this before, but without the singlet covering them, they looked absolutely massive. I reared back with another knife-edge chop but the nipples had started getting hard. I tried to look away but my eyes were glued on how thick his freaky nipples were. I guess I looked a bit too long because he came back with a knife-edge chop of his own to my chest which sent me reeling back a little bit.

Jack grabbed me by my wrist to launch me into the ropes but being bigger and stronger than him I managed to stay my ground and launch him into the ropes. He came back hurling towards me, I bent down to give him a back-body-drop but instead he countered into a sunset flip over me. Before I knew it he was under me and grabbed my legs to try and take me down for a roll-up. Once again I stood my ground. He growled as he tried harder to roll me down onto the mat, but it didn't work. Instead, I jumped in the air and my body made a massive thud against the canvas as my ass came careening down right on his face.

"Ohhhhh!" the fans yelled in shock.

I looked around not sure what to do next. I felt his body, mostly his head pressing against my ass but he was stuck. The referee looked confused for a second before throwing his hands in the air and getting down for a three count, "1 . . . 2 . . ."

He got his arm and shoulder up, he kicked out! But I remained seated not moving an inch.

"He kicked out! Get off of him!" the referee said to me.

"Count it again! Count again!" I scowled back. He acquiesced to my demand as he got on all fours to make the count again, "1 . . .2 . . ." but Jack kicked out once again.

The referee shoved me trying to get me off of him, "He's kicked out, get off of him!" he said.

"What? I didn't hear you, what?" I said being a total dick.

The referee yanked on my arm to get me off and I finally rolled off of Jack. He grabbed at his face, rolling to the outside. I smiled up at the crowd, all of them were standing and just loving this match and honestly I was loving it too, sucks the feeling of joy didn't last when I walked over to where Jack rolled out. He was knelt down by the ring post. I reached out and grabbed him by his ears to get him back in the ring when all of a sudden he revealed a barbed-wire covered baseball bat and bashed it right into the top of my head.

"Ahhhh!" I went down grasping at the sharp pain wrecking the top of my head, "Gah! Shit!" I reached up and blood was seeping now from the top of my head as well. I rolled over in pain as Jack got back in the ring and dropped down next to as he drove the barbed-wire covered baseball bat into my forehead.

"Ohhhhh! . . . ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" the fans cheers turned into silence as I rolled out of the ring with blood just rushing out of my head from a massive gash on the side of my head, "Ah! God!" I fell to my knees as the blood kept flowing.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!" the fans were chanting 'Holy Shit!' and the chants thundered throughout the arena.

Jack slid out of the ring with his great equalizer of a weapon as he blasted me one more time with it, this time in the chest, ripping big holes in my shirt. He growled again as he grabbed my shirt by one of the holes and started to rip it off of my body. He winded up and blasted me right in my chest, the barbed wire ripping my fur and flesh as it came off of me.

"Gah!" I laid on my stomach and pulled back the ring apron and started to crawl under the ring, anything I could do to get away from this guy, even for just a moment. I felt his hand on my ankle as he started to pull me out, but I crawled in even more, I was crawling for my life!

My paw smacked across what felt like a canister, it was then I realized that it was a fire extinguisher, perfect! Jack pulled on my leg again. I quickly put my finger on the trigger and he finally managed to pull me out completely and I opened fire.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!

White powder blasted right in his face, the baking soda making a big cloud of white smoke all over the place. Jack freaked out as he was blinded once again. He felt around in the white smoke for the steel steps. Trying to get the powder out of his eyes.

This was my chance. I got back up and smashed the fire extinguisher across his head.

BAM!

"Ohhhhh!" the fans cheered even in all of this powdered carnage. I dropped the fire extinguisher and went for a cover. The referee fans some of the smoke away from his face as he got outside and made the count, "1 . . .2 . . ." he kicks out!

The fans that normally would have booed him were now starting to clap and cheer for him. Man, what the hell was with this guy? He's one tough dog, I thought.

I wouldn't let that stop me as I grabbed him by the back of his head and violently threw him back into the ring. I slid back in as he groveled back to a standing position. I knew I had to put my finishing plan into action. I gave him a good kick to the chest before wrenching his head and twisting myself and dropping hard on the mat, bringing his head down with me, slamming him face-first into the mat with the Twist of Fate.

That was part one, now was the time to set up for the finishing blow, my Tidal Wave finisher. I gingerly made my way to a a corner and started climbing the ropes until I stood high on the top rope. I raised my arms in the air before jumping off. I felt the air hit my face as all 535 lbs of my heavy body has came crashing down on top of him.

BOOM!

I hooked his leg for the cover, the referee counted, "1 . . . 2 . . ." he kicked out again!

"Ohhhhh!" the crowd was starting to love this guy more and more. They cheered and clapped for his efforts, but I couldn't believe it. How the hell was he able to kick out of my Tidal Wave?! Not many people have!

I got off of him and was ready to pull the fur out of my head, I had no idea what to do next, I've hit him with my best shot!

Suddenly he sat up and looked right at me . . . with a big smile on his face! I swear to you my balls almost jumped inside me. This guy was . . . smiling. He was enjoying this! How the hell was this guy not only kicking out of my finishing move, but looking at me like he wanted more!

I quickly grabbed the steel chair and reared back with the best grand slam hit I could possibly bring right to his face. His body fell back hard, eyes closed. I get down to go for a cover but before I can even go for a pin-attempt he sat right back up again! The smile still glued on his face. I couldn't believe it, nothing!

He punched me right in the face. We both get back to our feet and he hit me with a few more good jabs to my face before picking me up and slamming me back down with a big bodyslam. This guy was tough as nails and he wasn't jacked from head to toe in bulging muscle for nothing.

He quickly got out of the ring, 'oh thank God,' I thought as I crawled my way over to a corner. The blood was all over my face and chest, and I knew I was losing my chances of winning the championship more and more with every drop of blood I lost.

Jack came back into the ring with a big white sack in paw. He grinned as he turned the sack over as thousands of thumbtacks spilled out, leaving a vicious pile in the middle of the ring. He tossed the sack aside and b-lined for me. He grabbed by my ears and tucked my head in between his legs and inched his way over until we were both above the thumbtacks.

He grabbed my waist and started to pull me up for what I can only guess was a pile-driver position but I punched him at his ribs, over and over again. He kept his grip on but I just punched harder and harder, doing anything I could to get out of this mess. Jack finally backed away from me in pain and backed up a few steps as I stood.

"Grahhhh!" he dashed for me but unfortunately all he ran into was my paw as I clamped it around his throat. I wasn't going to waste another chance as I picked him up as high as I could and slammed him down onto the thumbtacks with a vicious chokeslam.

"Ohhhhhh!" the fans yelled.

Jack yelled as he rolled off the thumbtacks. Most of them sticking in his back as tons of little trickles of blood splattered all over his back. He was yelling, he was in pain. This Jack Bishop could be hurt! He wasn't impervious to pain. After getting my ass kicked from pillar to post and back again I finally landed a big crushing blow. I got him down, but I had to act fast.

I got out of the ring as fast as I could and looked under the ring to pull out a wooden table and pushed it into ring, had to go fast fast fast! I picked it up and set up the table in the ring, but I needed more. I wasn't going to take any chances with this guy again.

I slid outside and grabbed another table from underneath and set this one up on the outside right by the ring. I needed everything I had at my disposal.

I got back in the ring once I set both tables up but he was already up and met me with a kick to my knee. He wrenched my head and got it into position by a chair. Without missing a beat he dropped my head down with a DDT on the steel chair.

BAM!

I was already running the engine hard, but that was enough to knock it out of commission, at least for a few moments. He picked me up, my body dragging wherever he wanted it to be at this point. I has seen three of everything and could hear nothing but my head ringing. Jack with all of his strength got me up on his shoulders and flipped me over while driving himself down on the mat with his finisher, the Jackpot, as my body hit the mat.

He went for the cover and the referee counted, "1 . . . 2 . . ." I gave it everything I had to kick out. Thank God he didn't land me on the thumbtacks or I may not have.

"Grah! Just submit! Submit Silverback!" he bellowed. I looked over and saw the table I set up in the ring was right next to us. No more chances with this guy, it was time to end this Monster's Ball and walk out with the championship.

I burst out, blasting him back a couple steps. I grab him once again by the throat and chokeslammed him down, but this time through the table.

CRASH!

He was down in a mess of wood and steel, but I knew that wasn't going to be enough. I had to get him again. So I climbed to the top rope once again. Raised my arms and leaped high into the air, crashed down on him once again with another brutal Tidal Wave. I clutched at my stomach but had enough to hook his leg for a cover. The referee counted, "1 . . . 2 . . ." but he kicked out yet again!

I turned over and laid on top of him just defeated. The fans were all going crazy as the arena started shaking with thunderous chants,

"This Is Awesome! This Is Awesome! This Is Awesome!"

This was awesome, Jack Bishop is awesome. He is one helluva champion. I have never . . . and I mean never . . . faced a guy as tough as him ever in my life. He was crazy, a damn psyho! I'm out of ideas, I needed to come up with something new, and I swear if this didn't do it, then nothing will.

I looked to the other table I set up on the outside right by the ring. I tried to roll his nearly lifeless body over by the table. He was already stammering and trying to get back up so I pounded on him with a few more hard rights, I just needed to keep him down just a little bit longer. I resumed rolling him out of the ring until his body fell across the table. I got back up, wiping the blood out of my face as I looked around and found the barbed wire baseball bat. I grabbed the barbed wire with my bare paws and started ripping it off the bat. It hurt my paws like hell, but I didn't care. It'll hurt later, but the adrenaline was flowing and right now at this moment I didn't feel pain.

I yanked all of the barbed wire off, and there was a lot as it strung. I grabbed it and started wrapping it around my body. Anywhere I could, my waist, my belly, my legs, anywhere it could reach. My body needed to be the weapon. I climbed to the ring apron through the second ring rope with the barbed wire wrapped around me. I look down, his body was still down on the table.

I ran across the side of the ring, leaped into the air and crashed down on top of him. The table shatters underneath our weight into pieces.

"Gahhhhhhhhh," Jack groaned as the barbed wire pierced both or our skins, but nonetheless I laid across him barbed wire and all, and also into a cover. The referee climbed out of the ring and counted Jack's shoulders down,

"1 . . ."

"2 . . ."

". . .3!"

DING-DING-DING!

The fans all rose to their feet cheering and clapping for us. My rock music started blasting throughout the arena and the lights started swirling around in celebration.

Jeremy Borash said into his microphone for the crowd, "Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner . . . and NEW . . . TNA World Heavyweight Champion . . . Silverback!!!"

I gingerly got off of Jack Bishop, his torso was all cut up as was mine. I just sat there on my knees, just basking in everything that has just happened. Officials raced over and started cutting the barbed wire off of me with wire cutters. Some of it was tangled up in my shredded shirt so I pulled the shirt off as they kept cutting me out of the barbed wire.

The fans were all cheering and clapping for the performance both Jack Bishop and I put on for them, and kept on chanting,

"That Was Awesome! That Was Awesome! That Was Awesome!" I slowly stood to my feet, I looked down as two referees tried to pull my opponent back to his feet but he shoved them away and amazingly stood on his own accord.

I rolled myself back into the ring and raised my paws in the air. Through hell and high water I had become the TNA World Heavyweight Champion.

The referee followed me in and raised my paw over my head in victory. The fans cheers continued on as everything sank in. I was the new TNA World Heavyweight Champion. I turned around and there he was, Jack Bishop, all bloodied up, holding the TNA Championship belt. He looked down at his reflection in it before looking up at me. I wasn't sure what he was going to do next Were we going to have to at it again?

But instead he handed me the championship belt. I looked down at the belt and looked back up at him. He wasn't happy but he had sincerity in his face. It was finished, one guy won and one guy lost, that simple, and he knew it.

I reached out and took the championship. The belt felt like a hundred pounds in my paw but it felt good to have. He gave me a little nod and started to walk off.

"Wait," I said to him, over all the music and the fans chants. He looked at me, the music stopped playing and suddenly the fans in the arena were just quiet.

I reached out my paw, silently asking him to shake it. He looked at me kinda surprised, perhaps no one else had shown him respect like this before, but how the hell could I not? He just gave me the fight of my life. I kept my paw out there, wondering if he would shake it.

We stood face to face in the center of the ring, he looked at my paw, looked up at me and finally gave me a little half-smile before taking my paw and shaking it. The fans cheered again and the music started playing yet again,

"Enjoy your reign," he said to me now with a full blown smile, "cause I want a rematch, haha"

I couldn't help but laugh, "Any day, I won't take it so easy on you next time though"

He started laughing at me, "Oh my God, haha," he laughed as he let go of my hand and climbed out of the ring.

This match was absolutely brutal and I'm sure it took a few years off my career and thankfully don't happen often. But the risk came with reward. I was the new TNA World Heavyweight Champion am I was going to do anything I could to hold onto this championship. It was going to be for me, for my family, and for the fans who tune into TNA Impact Wrestling every single week. We weren't sports-entertainment, we were wrestling, every kind imaginable.

I was sure I was going to be hurting for the next few days, if not a few weeks, but it felt good holding the TNA World Heavyweight Championship belt in the process.

THE END