'Watch Me Shine' by Fozzy starts up and Dylan Thomas emerges through the curtain arm in arm with his wife Lissandra Thomas. Both have a huge air of arrogance about them. The arena is FILLED with boos at these two. Does it phase them? Not in the least. Dylan leans over and kisses Lissandra before he makes his way to the ring with a huge smirk on his face, leaving his wife atop the ramp.

Rockwell: He's not bringing Lissandra with him tonight?

Hood: A bold strategy, Cotton. We'll see if it pays off.

*In the ring, Dylan arrogantly shouts at the people whilst on the nearest corner. As the music dies down, Dylan eyes Xavier Lux as the referee calls for the bell.*

*DING! DING! DING!*

*At the opening bell the two men take a few steps towards each other and circle slowly, Dylan Thomas reaching out for a tie up. Xavier Lux slaps his hand away and lunges for Dylan's waist, wrapping him up and tossing him with a quick snap suplex. Thomas skids across the mat and into the corner, quickly popping to his feet. He turns to face Xavier Lux, who charges across the mat and leaps through the air for a massive body splash! Dylan Thomas dives out of the corner and Lux crashes into the turnbuckle, stumbling back to the middle of the mat in a daze. Dylan Thomas senses an opportunity and scrambles back to his feet behind Xavier, slapping on a tight sleeper hold. Xavier tugs at Thomas' arm, trying to escape, but Thomas kicks the back of Xaviers knee and drops him down to the mat for more leverage. Dylan Thomas smirks at the fans, then lets go of the hold to hammer Lux with several hard punches knocking him flat to the canvas! Dylan Thomas bounces off the ring ropes to build momentum, then leaps into the air and drops a heavy knee down on Xaviers midsection.*

Hood: Is it just me, or does Dylan Thomas seem a little more aggressive than usual?

Rockwell: It's not just you. He's looking to make Lux suffer early and often here.

*Dylan Thomas presses his forearm against Xaviers jaw and flattens him out on the mat, making the cover as the referee slides into position to make the count. ONE... TWO... Xavier Lux gets a shoulder up, rolling Thomas off of him and climbing back to his feet. Thomas quickly advances, looking to keep the pressure up, but Lux is prepared and counters with an arm drag takedown. Dylan Thomas pops back to his feet, jaw clenched angrily as he advances again. This time Lux counters with a picture perfect hip toss, slamming Dylan powerfully to the mat. Xavier drags Dylan back to his feet, Irish whipping him into the ropes and catching him on the rebound with a scoop slam! The ring shakes wildly on impact and Lux hooks Dylan's leg! ONE... TWO... Thomas manages to kick out, sliding out from underneath Xavier and grabbing the bottom rope to pull himself across the canvas and out of the ring!*

Hood: "Perfection Personified" heads to the floor.

Rockwell: It's a smart move. He's got to recollect himself and make some changes to his strategy or else Xavier will start chaining things together and the momentum could really snowball...

Hood: We just finished Halloween. Please hold off on any mentions of snow.

*Dylan Thomas stands at the fan barricade, trying to clear his head as Xavier Lux stands up inside the ring and sizes him up. Xavier Lux bounces off the far ropes and charges across the mat before hurling himself over the top rope with a flipping pescado! Lux slams into Thomas like a cannonball, knocking him powerfully into the barricade before both men land on the floor in a heap! The fans explode for the high risk maneuver, cheering for Xavier Lux as he slowly pulls himself back to his feet and surveys the crowd. Dylan Thomas tries to push himself up to his hands and knees, but Lux drives a heavy knee into his ribs and flattens him once more. Thomas gasps for air as Xavier grabs a fistful of his hair and pulls him up, but Dylan manages to shove Xavier away from him and into the steel ring post!*

Hood: Oh! Jesus! Lux goes face first into the ring post! He looks dazed!

Rockwell: He's lucky he didn't break his nose there.

*Xavier Lux clutches at his face and drops to a knee as Dylan hooks his head and DDTs him hard to the floor! The fans gasp loudly as Dylan pops back to his feet and grins maliciously down at Xaviers body. The referee leans over the ropes and shouts down to the two competitors to bring the action back inside the ring, but Dylan waves him off and kneels down next to Lux and once more begins to hammer him with right hands.*

Hood: Dylan is REALLY working over Lux at every opportunity!

Rockwell: Well, Xavier Lux made it very clear this week that he sees "The A List" as a poor mans "Legacy"... maybe Dylan Thomas took exception to that?

Hood: Obviously. You'd think any comparison to Legacy would be taken favorably, though... especially from a guy like Xavier Lux who can't beat them!

*The referee has seen enough of the carnage on the outside and begins to count the competitors back into the ring. "ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!"*

*Dylan relents with the punches and begins dragging Lux across the floor towards the ring, trying to lift him up to the apron and roll him back into the ring. Xavier fires an elbow backward reflexively and drills Thomas in the mouth, creating some separation between the two. Lux leaps up in the air and dots Dylan between the eyes with a Pelé Kick, both men collapsing to the floor once more. "FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!"*

*Xavier rolls himself underneath the bottom rope and back into the ring, pulling himself to his feet in the corner and taking a deep breath as the referee continues to count, but before he reaches ten Dylan is able to stumble and dive back under the rope and onto the mat. The fans cheer, glad this match didn't end on a count out as Xavier and Dylan each fight back to their feet and stare at each other from across the ring.*

Hood: Neither man looks the freshest they've ever been.

Rockwell: This has been much more brawl than technical match! These two are putting some serious tolls on their bodies.

*Dylan steps towards Xavier looking for a belly to belly suplex, but Lux cracks him with a powerful European uppercut and sends "Perfection Personified" stumbling back to the corner. Again Xavier Lux charges across the ring, hoping to connect with a body splash, but this time Thomas throws a foot up in the air and Xavier leaps right into the big boot! Lux hits the canvas hard, and Thomas quickly dives on a leg and looks to lock in a "Hollywood" cloverleaf! Xavier Lux kicks furiously with his free foot, striking Thomas several times before the leader of the A-List has to let him go. Lux rolls to his feet in front of Dylan before falling backwards into the ropes to slingshot himself at Thomas... hurricanrana! Xavier Lux hits a hurricanrana and sends Dylan Thomas flipping head over heels to the mat!*

Hood: Look at the agility of Xavier Lux!

Rockwell: Dylan needs to tread carefully here, I think Xavier is starting to get loose here!

Hood: What a slut.

Rockwell: You KNOW that's not what I meant.

To his credit Dylan tries to get back up immediately after the hurricanrana but is wobbly on his feet, clutching the top rope tightly for balance. Xavier moves towards him and Dylan retreats a few steps into the corner and lifts his hands in front of his face to cover up!

Hood: Actually Lux may be the one that needs to tread carefully. Every time he's followed Dylan into the corner tonight he's gotten wholloped!

*As if he's listening to the commentary team, Xavier stutter steps towards the corner to get Dylan to react. As soon as Thomas flinches Lux drives a roundhouse kick into Dylan's side with a sickening thud! Dylan tries to keep a brave face, but as his body stiffens and tightens up it's obvious that the kick has him hurt! He shrinks into the corner as Xavier closes the distance and starts to brutalize him with punches and elbows! With nowhere to go Dylan drops to his knees and tries to double leg Xavier to the mat, but Lux knee strikes Dylan right in the jaw as he changes levels! Dylan crumples and Xavier quickly grabs him by the wrist and drags him to the center of the mat before dropping down and hooking the leg for the cover. ONE... TWO... T- *

Hood: Shoulder up!

Rockwell: Somehow Dylan Thomas kicks out! He's going to need to be wheeled out on a stretcher if he doesn't find a way to win tonight!

*Xavier Lux, realizing how exhausting it may be to try and take Dylan out fist but fist, starts to think about bigger risks and bigger rewards. His eyes lock on the ring post in the corner, and he drags himself up to his feet and stomps across the ring as the fans begin to cheer loudly. One step at a time, Lux makes his way up the ropes to the top of the post and carefully spins himself around to face the motionless Dylan Thomas. With victory in sight, Xavier hurls himself from the top rope with his patented frog splash elbow...*

Hood: OH!

Rockwell: Goddamn!

*At the last possible second before impact, Dylan gets his knees up and pressed tightly to his chest! Xaviers eyes widen in horror midair, but it's too late to stop himself. He lands over Thomas, Thomas' knees flattening Xaviers lungs so brutally that fans hear the "whoosh" of Luxs air being knocked out of him. Dylan quickly rolls the limp body of Xavier off of him.*

Hood: Xavier should have gone straight to the top rope after dragging Dylan from the corner! That pin attempt cost him valuable time and let Dylan recover!

Rockwell: I'm not sure I'd say Dylan is "recovered".

*It looks like it takes Thomas everything he's got to climb off his back and up to his feet. He stares at Xavier for a moment, as if debating whether to make a cover, but he suddenly grabs both of Lux's ankles and lifts his legs up... Senton Leg Drop! Dylan Thomas Neely bends and snaps Xavier in half, rolling to his hands and knees near Xaviers head and screaming down at him.*

Dylan Thomas: A poor mans Legacy?! That's what you think of The A-List?! Well how about now!!!

*Dylan stands, extending his arms and taunting them loudly, urging them to take this photo opportunity to snap a shot they can remember the night by. The Dallas fans boo loudly but Dylan seems indifferent and struts in a small semi circle around Xaviers body. Lux rolls to his hands and knees, crawling around the mat and desperately gasping for breath, and Dylan looks at him arrogantly, motioning for him to climb to his feet. Slowly Xavier Lux reaches the ring ropes and pulls himself up, turning to face Dylan when-*

*SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!*

Hood: Oh God! Thomas just slapped Lux right in the mouth!

Rockwell: What'd the five fingers say to the face, kids?!

*Dylan follows the slap with a heavy boot to the gut, doubling Xavier over. Thomas tucks Luxs head between his legs, looking for the Connecticutter... but Xavier shoves him away and straightens up quickly, knowing it was nearly lights out for him. Dylan grabs Xavier by the wrist and tries to tie him up, but Lux hits a sharp uppercut and dazes Thomas! Xavier quickly whips Dylan into the corner and for the third time tonight chases after him and leaps through the air, but not for a body splash...*

*He lands a textbook drop kick.*

Hood: The Toxin!

Rockwell: WHAT AN IMPACT! It looked like Lux just kicked the jawbone off of Dylan Thomas' skull!

*Dylan is smashed back into the turnbuckle, head whipping violently backward and then forward. Dylan stumbles from the corner, no idea where he's at as Xavier Lux quickly hops to the top rope and takes a final deep breath to steady himself. Lux leaps at the wobbly Thomas, and there are no mistakes this time.*

Hood: The Cure! Xavier hits his top rope DVD, and Thomas is down!

Rockwell: Xavier makes the cover! That has to be it!

*The referee makes it official. ONE... TWO... THREE!!!*

Minos: The winner of this match... XAAAAAVIER LUUUUUUX!