DF: And here we are folks, UHW Rebirth has been well underway and we've seen a hell of a show so far.

JS: Wonder what the rest of the show has in store?

DF: Whatever it is, I'm sure it will kick ass. We're REBORN!

The fans hush up in anticipation.

AJ: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall, to decide the number one contender for the newly unified International X Title!!”

Atreyu's “Untitled Finale” hits the PA and a pyro blasts off as the words begin, and Alexander Draven walks out onto the stage.

“Weighing in at 293 lbs, from Lowestoft, England.. Alexander DRAAAAVENNNNNN!”

JS: “There he is, the brother of Peter Draven.. wonder if he'll deliver?”

DF: “Well, Paul Jackson sure delivered his brother, that's for sure.”

Draven makes his way down the ramp and up into the ring where he proceeds to jeer back to the the crowd from the turnbuckle. Once his music fades, there is a brief pause until “Schism” by Tool hits the PA.

“Weighing in at 187 lbs., from the Foundry... PHEEEEEENOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!”

Phenom shows that he means business as he strides unwaveringly toward the ring. Miss H. follows behind and arrives at ringside. He slides into the ring and raises an arm to the crowd, while leering over at Draven, who is hopping in mental preparation. The ref calls for the bell.. it's on!

The two circle up, Draven lunges at Phenom but it is dodged, and returned with another feinted lunge. The two keep circling until Phenom locks up, but spins around behind Draven, where he delivers a drop toe hold. Draven immediately gets up and goes for a clothesline, but it is countered with a swift knee to the gut and followed up with a leg drop as Draven is on the ground. Phenom with the quick pin.

1...

Draven throws Phenom off and gets back on his feet. They charge at eachother with a short duel of punches until Draven gains the upper hand and delivers a cradle DDT. He follows up by locking in a single leg crab on Phenom, but Phenom rolls out to reverse it with a swift drop toe hold into a fujiwara armbar on Draven's left arm. The struggle ensues and results in Draven grabbing onto the rope. The ref counts two and Phenom breaks the hold, backwards somersaulting up onto his feet. Draven uses the ropes to get up but is caught by Phenom, who wrenches his left arm and delivers a hard back kick to the chin of Draven, and follows up with several stomps to the arm.

DF: “Amazing technical skill there by Phenom.. watch him go to work on that left arm of Draven's.”

JS: “How's that for some ratings?”

Draven is once again lifted up by Phenom into a lockup but Phenom's offense is countered and Draven ends up hitting a monstrous full nelson slam, sending Phenom crashing to the mat on the back of his neck. Miss H. winces at ringside. Draven goes for a pin.

1...2.... foot on the rope!

Draven lifts Phenom up and whips him to the ropes, in a position for a spinebuster, but Phenom slides to the side of him unexpectedly and rolls him up.

1...2... kickout!

Both men make it to their feet and lock up.. Draven gaining the upper hand in height, grasps Phenom for a belly-to-belly suplex and follows up with a moonsault, which misses as Phenom has rolled out of the way and back onto his feet. Phenom starts delivering kicks to the back of the calves of Draven, who catches Phenom's next kick and sends him reeling with a dragon screw. Phenom lands on his back and rolls up, using the momentum to launch off the second rope and rebound into a deep springboard arm drag to Draven's left arm.

DF: What the hell just happened?

JS: I don't know.. I don't think I was fast enough to catch that.

Phenom uses the opportunity to put Draven's left arm into an armlock.

DF: “He won't stop with that left arm!”

The crowd starts chanting for Draven.. Draven! Draven! Draven! Draven makes it to his feet while still in the hold and delivers some hard elbows into Phenom's ribs on the way up. He pushes Phenom to the ropes who rebounds back, and nails a polish hammer right into Phenom's face, who is stricken to the mat. Draven picks Phenom up and lifts him for a powerbomb into the turnbuckle, shaking the ring with impact and causing Miss H. to look away with horror.

Draven gets the pin.. 1... 2... Phenom gets an arm on the rope!

Draven, frustrated with the ref's indecision, lifts Phenom up and delivers a Russian leg sweep, for another 2-count.

JS: Where is Phenom's offense?

DF: I don't know, Draven's been taking it to him pretty rouch..

Draven hits some mounted punches, but the mount is reversed and Phenom starts with his own mounted punches. Reversed again, Draven hitting Phenom. Reversed again, Phenom hitting Draven. Draven shoves Phenom off, and both men roll to their feet. They charge at eachother going blow for blow as Phenom has seemingly caught a second wind, Draven with elbow strikes and Phenom with chest chops. Phenom hits a European uppercut that pushes Draven into the corner, and sets Draven up for a superplex. However, Draven counters and takes Phenom down to the mat with..

DF: Oh my god! The Draven Effect from the top rope out of nowhere!

Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit!

Draven goes for a pin. 1... 2...

DF: What the hell?

Miss H. slaps the ref's foot, causing him to turn around and reprimand her. They get in a little strife at ringside and Draven is caught up in it, yelling at the ref and Miss H as well. Phenom gets up and spins an unprepared Draven back around, delivers a stiff kick to the gut and hits the Phenomenom. The pin.. (turn around, ref!!)

1....2....3!!!

“Here is your winner and new number one contender for the International X Title.. Phenom!!”

Phenom's music hits as he rolls out of the ring, Miss H. at his side, talking all kinds of smack to Draven.. who is awe-stricken and arguing with the ref. They make it about half way up the ramp backwards when all of the sudden, the music abruptly cuts off.

Paul Jackson: Phenom! I know you just won the number one contendership for the IX title... but you're going to have to celebrate later. We need to talk, so get your ass to my office.. NOW.

Jackson clears the curtain and holds it for Phenom and Miss H. to pass through as Draven is left dumbfounded in the ring.

DF: What the hell is this all about?

JS: I have no idea Denzel.. but I smell some foul play. We'll be back in a flash.

Fade to a UHW action figure vignette.