The storyline of this match is based on a pre-match interview to have taken place at Revolutionary Wars. Below is brief synopsis of the promo:

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Each chime of the bell acts as an added knot in the stomach of Mr. Phenomenal, his heart sinking further and further as the sound echoes throughout the arena. While Spyro stands tall and brooding in the center of the ring, Hennig stands against the ring ropes as he eyes his opponent, a true physical representation of an unbridled nightmare. Mr. Phenomenal surveys "Mannibalecter" intently, having truly never been in the ring with such a profoundly intimidating monster; a haunting, spine-tingling laugh bounces around inside DC Hennig's head as his eyes glaze over the multiple yellow "HA HA HA"s scribbled across Spyro's dark green singlet. Hennig raises his head slightly, taking note of Spyro's chipped, uneven facepaint, and the discoloration of his two eyes; imperfect, in a perfectly horrifying way. But the true moment of terror for Mr. Phenomenal comes when Spyro, perhaps sensing Hennig's apprehension, releases a grimacing smile before running his forked tongue across the jagged edges of his teeth. DC Hennig is ring-wise enough to stifle any expression of fear on his face, focusing a stony unyielding glare at his frightening opponent, but Hennig's body language tells it all. As his knuckles begin to turn white from gripping the adjacent ring rope so tightly, DC Hennig gulps down a big breath of New Orleans air, pops his neck, and accepts the fact that he will truly be fighting a war worthy of the pay-per-view event's namesake.

|MILES|
"Look at DC Hennig in there, Ted. You ever seen this asshole so scared in his life? Your so-called "Mr. Phenomenal's" legs are trembling like a fucking newborn calf learning to stand for the first time."

|CEDAR|
"You and I have the luxury of witnessing Spyro from behind the commentary table, and even that is wigging me out a bit. I can't imagine what must be going through the mind of DC Hennig as he stands mere feet away from this animal."

With the same mindset as one might have when ripping off a band-aid rather than peeling it off, DC Hennig charges forward at Spyro, electing to waste no further time and simply get this over with. Hennig attacks Spyro with several stiff forearm clubs to his chest, as the XWA Universe takes note of the exact 1' height disparity between the two men, ever prevalent as Hennig pounds away at Spyro's pectorals. The strikes clearly do no major damage on the "Butcher of Bedlam," who palms DC Hennig's cranium like a basketball before pushing him backwards. Hennig lands on his shoulders, but his momentum carries him onto his back, and he soon rolls backwards onto his feet, and charges forward again, this time aiming low with a Running Dropkick that connects just below Spyro's knee. Spyro stumbles onto the mat on his other knee, and DC Hennig takes the opportunity to plant a few swift kicks into his opponent, his shoelaces making tiny imprints on the back and shoulders of Spyro along with a satisfying thud that follows each calculated attack. As Hennig attempts a fourth kick, though, Spyro quickly reaches back and grabs hold of Hennig's calf. DC Hennig almost expects Spyro's head to spin 180 degrees to face him, but instead Spyro gets to his feet and faces Hennig, all the while keeping a firm grasp on Hennig's leg. Spyro yanks Hennig's leg towards him, but before Hennig can wonder if his leg has been removed from its socket, Spyro levels Mr. Phenomenal with a brutal Lariat, slamming Hennig into the mat. DC Hennig rolls out of the ring just before Spyro's enormous boot would have come crashing down into his face, and Hennig gazes into the ring, his hand held on his neck, as he desperately formulates an attack plan - or more accurately, a survival plan.

|CEDAR|
"DC Hennig has faced some... errrr... colorful personalities since his return to the XWA - the deranged Rellim Strife, the unforgiving Robert Hope - but never has he faced a maniac who towers over him at 7', with a 100 lb. weight advantage to boot."

|MILES|
"Really Ted, 'colorful personalities'? Cut the PC bullshit, there are some fucking psychopaths in this company. And Spyro could very well be the - how do I put this - fuckiest psychopath of them all."

DC Hennig leaps onto the ring apron much to the delight of Spyro, as if Spyro were a fisherman and a large-mouth bass happened to hop out of the water onto his boat. Spyro lunges his meaty arm at DC Hennig, who ducks the attack and counters by forcefully driving his shoulder into Spyro's mid-section through the top and middle ropes. Spyro doubles over slightly, enough for Hennig to grab hold of his head, a slight amount of facepaint rubbing off on Hennig's palms as he quickly pulls Spyro's head through the ropes. Hennig then performs a Rope-Assisted Twist of Fate, the innovative cutter variation driving Spyro's neck into the middle rope as Hennig lands safely on the floor. The move stuns Spyro just enough for him to stumble backwards, landing flat on his ass in a seated position, and Hennig wastes no time at all in seizing this undoubtedly rare advantage, climbing back up onto the apron and grabbing the top rope with both hands. Hennig pulls backwards, then leaps straight across the top rope, flattening out his body as he crashes all 222 lbs. of phenomenal body mass onto the chest of Spyro with a Flying Crossbody. The live audience wills Mr. Phenomenal on, cheering loudly at his uncharacteristic offense... until they see that Spyro, having caught DC Hennig upon landing, has rolled backwards and onto his feet, without ever letting go of Hennig, who now finds himself in an awfully precarious position. Sure enough, Spyro spins DC Hennig in mid-air before planting him flat on his back with a Swinging Side Slam. Mr. Phenomenal winces an expression of mixed pain and frustration, growing more unsure of just how to put away his maniacal, powerful opponent.

|CEDAR|
"And despite some unorthodox offense from DC Hennig, it looks like it isn't enough to quell the brute strength and raving savagery of Spyro."

|MILES|
"Yeah, tough luck for DC Hennig, I just don't see him living to fight another day after Spyro rips him to fucking shreds. He will be missed; not by me, but these fuckin' parasites seem to like him."

|CEDAR|
"Don't you think it's a bit early to be making such rash assum --"

|MILES|
"Don't you think your lard ass should put down a fork every once in a while? Shut up, Ted."

DC Hennig lay reeling on the mat, the bright lights hanging from the rafters swirling blurs after such a dizzying, brain-scrambler of a move from Spyro. Unfortunately for DC, just as he sits up Spyro clasps his hand down onto Hennig's shoulder, applying a Shoulder Claw. Spyro clamps his four fingers down directly onto the nerve of the top of Hennig's exposed shoulder, while his thumb also digs into Hennig's flesh, creating an exponentially painful situation, which Mr. Phenomenal grits his teeth through every second of the way. Spyro keeps the hold locked in for a brief while, then uses his other arm to apply a standard Headlock to DC Hennig, for the mere purpose of lifting him up by the chin and shoulder until Mr. Phenomenal is on his feet once more, sadly at the complete mercy of the merciless Spyro. Spyro tosses DC Hennig backwards, chucking him several feet across the ring until DC collides with the corner of the ring, the unforgiving middle turnbuckle apparently doing a number on Hennig's kidney as he grimaces in pain upon the collision. That sensation doesn't last long, though, as Hennig soon becomes preoccupied with all 320 lbs. of Spyro running towards him and crashing into him as Mr. Phenomenal is blindsided by a Corner Splash. As Hennig stumbles forwards in a zombie-like trance, Spyro is primed and ready to continue his assault, wrapping his arms around his opponent and tossing DC Hennig into the air again, this time with a beautifully impactful Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Hennig soars into the air, thrown like a ragdoll due to the excessively violent strength of his opponent, and does a full flip with complete ease until he hits the mat with a giant bang, sliding a couple more feet after his unfortunate landing. The XWA Universe looks on at DC Hennig, and the 70,000+ in the jam-packed Mercedes-Benz Arena start up a vivacious "Let's go Hen-nig! *clap clap clap-clap-clap*" chant. Spyro looks out unto the live audience, basking in the foolishness of their unrelenting support of Mr. Phenomenal, and lets out an eerie grin as he walks towards his fallen opponent, ready to unleash whatever further mayhem he may have in his twisted mind.

|CEDAR|
"Well these fans are beginning to rally heavily in support of DC Hennig here tonight, and bah gawd I think he damn well needs it."

|MILES|
"You know what DC Hennig needs? Let me tell you what DC Hennig needs. DC Hennig needs a new Social Security number, a new drivers license, a new passport. He needs plastic surgery and a different hair dye. He needs a new job, a new home, a new life. Because Spyro is a motherfuckin' shark in these waters, and now that DC is out there swimming with him, well... uhhhh... bad things will happen."

|CEDAR|
"Oooooh, you almost had it Joey, that was close to being a decent metaphor. But you actually bring up an interesting point: Spyro has been dominant thus far, but has not attempted a pinfall yet..."

|MILES|
"Fuck you Ted, my metaphors just fly over your enormous head like a... errrrr... something that flies, FUCK."

DC Hennig lies on the mat, shaking off the multitude of cobwebs that are beginning to form in his phenomenal skull, while Spyro walks over to his fallen opponent and grabs his forearm, hoisting him up onto the feet with relative ease. Spyro leans Hennig against the ropes and launches him off of them, Hennig flying to the opposite side of the ring. DC rebounds off the ropes, and now finds himself charging directly into harm's way, specifically the sole of Spyro's gigantic boot. Spyro leaps high into the air, looking to book DC Hennig a visit to his dentist with a Bicycle Kick, but Hennig's pearly whites live to see another day as he narrowly ducks the kick, and continues running towards the ropes once more. Spyro lands a bit awkwardly on his feet, having to adjust for the missed attack, which allows Hennig an opportunity to capitalize. Hennig rebounds off the ropes once again, and just as Spyro turns around to meet Mr. Phenomenal, DC leaps into the air, looking to nail a Leaping Leg Lariat on "The Crazed Clown." Hennig nails the leap, driving his thigh into Spyro's windpipe... but unfortunately for Hennig, Spyro's size advantage allows him to catch Mr. Phenomenal in the act, Hennig perched dangerously atop Spyro's massive shoulders. Knowing he is vulnerable to a powerbomb, or something worse, DC Hennig closes his fist and begins pounding away at the face of Spyro, looking to blacken the eyes of Spyro's already painted face. Hennig fires away at Spyro, eventually landing enough punches for Spyro to loosen his grip on DC Hennig. Hennig seizes the opportunity to wrap his legs around Spyro's neck, falling backwards and executing an unconventional Hurricanrana! Spyro is flung forward until his face smashes the nearby top turnbuckle, which stuns the giant clown long enough for Hennig to reach out and roll-up Patient #8994 for a pinfall attempt! 1!... 2!... kickout! A collective sigh falls upon the XWA Universe, but a hint of optimism is in the air as DC Hennig attempts to turn this match around!

|CEDAR|
"And here we go, DC Hennig is fighting back now! An opponent he never trained for, a match he could have never anticipated, but "Mr. Phenomenal" is still determined to prove something here tonight!"

|MILES|
"Oh he's already proven something here tonight, dumbass. He's proven that you don't talk shit to the boss. He wasn't even booked for tonight before he ran his big fucking mouth, and this is what he gets. Those D-Volution assholes need to learn a lesson, and if Spyro doesn't beat his brain to mush, maybe he'll beat some sense into DC Hennig."

|CEDAR|
"Are you really lecturing somebody on running their mouth? Seriously?"

|MILES|
*pats himself with both hands* "Hmmm, could have sworn I had a fuck to give about your opinion Ted. Must've left it at home. Sorry about that."

With the tables now turned for the time being, DC Hennig kicks himself into another gear, prepared to dish out some major offense to the slightly shaken Spyro. Spyro takes very little time getting to his feet, but allows just enough time for Hennig to charge towards him and clock him in the face with a Running Calf Kick, the back tip of Hennig's boot planting firmly into Spyro's jaw. The kick does not take Spyro off his feet, but does jar him successfully enough for DC Hennig to quickly bounce back onto his feet, place both hands on Spyro's shoulders, and leap up into the air, connecting with the Leaping Leg Lariat he had attempted moments ago. The crowd roars in applause, which grows steadily as Hennig's leg crashes down onto Spyro's windpipe and onto the canvas below! The gears are rolling in Hennig's mind, his adrenaline pumping, and at this point there's no way he can hit the brakes on this string of offense. Hennig spots a nearby corner of the ring, and hurriedly hops onto the second turnbuckle while Spyro is on his hands and knees on the mat. Then, DC Hennig launches off the turnbuckle, bringing his knees to his chest as if he were doing a cannonball into a swimming pool, then driving both feet directly onto the lower back of his opponent, completing a well-executed Mushroom Stomp! The crowd graduates from "wildly enthused" to "positively bananas" as DC Hennig seems to be defying the odds before their very eyes, and as he stares down at his temporarily incapacitated opponent, Hennig eyes the adjacent corner of the ring, and a slight smirk appears on his face. His hair is frazzled, sweat beginning to sting his eyes, and various aches have started to become inflamed across his back - but regardless, an optimistic DC Hennig smile is difficult to stifle.

|CEDAR|
"DC Hennig has gotten the big man down using some very innovative offense! And keep in mind folks, Hennig is no cruiserweight; the man is a solid 222 lbs. His aerial offense in this contest, while certainly uncharacteristic, has proven to be effective here tonight."

|MILES|
"Please, I've never seen such a pathetic sight in all my 24 years on this planet. Hennig can't get the job done the way he usually can, so he pulls some desperation moves out of his distended ass? Fucking pathetic."

|CEDAR|
"Well can you imagine how pissed off that Smoke Xtreme will be if DC Hennig manages to pull off the victory against Spyro?"

|MILES|
"I actually can't, retard. I can't imagine that scenario, because it's foolish. I don't think of foolish things, Ted."

|CEDAR|
"You're a sad, strange individual, Joey."

DC Hennig exits the ring, a certain twinkle in his eyes as he gazes upon the top turnbuckle, definitely hopeful for a successful attack against his fearsome opponent. Hennig climbs to the turnbuckles, with just enough time to drum up support from the XWA Universe, who gives him an electrifying ovation, the sound of 70,000+ fans vibrating every seat in the arena. Spyro gets up to his feet, his back turned to DC Hennig as Mr. Phenomenal flies off the top turnbuckle, looking to connect with his signature Missile Dropkick. But while Hennig is in mid-air, Spyro clasps both of his hands together and swings around backwards. Within the course of a second, and seeing an attack is imminent but not having enough time to recalculate, DC Hennig abandons the Missile Dropkick attempt out of panic, perhaps in an attempt to block his face from what will surely feel like a brick wall crashing into it. Hennig braces for impact, but unfortunately nothing could prepare him for a devastating Axe Handle, the brute force of Spyro's clenched hands colliding with the fragile flesh of Hennig's face and nose. Hennig is knocked backwards, remarkably still on his feet, stumbling onto the ring ropes which appear to hold him up for leverage. But remaining on his feet is the worst of Hennig's problems, as the crowd takes note of a certain change in the demeanor of the demented Spyro. As if a switch had been flipped in his head upon making contact with Hennig, a fire lights within the discolored eyes of Spyro as an unrequited rage courses through his veins. Spyro unleashes a guttural roar that sends chills throughout the spines of every fan in attendance, against a backdrop of tens of thousands of worried faces, fearing for the life of DC Hennig as Spyro appears to have snapped. Spyro rushes to DC Hennig, whose back is turned to this maniac, as the XWA Universe collectively holds its breath to witness the fate of Mr. Phenomenal.

|CEDAR|
"Uh oh... I uhhh, I don't like the looks of this, Joey."

Spyro lunges out at DC Hennig like a wild hyena latching onto the corpse of a fallen antelope. With Mr. Phenomenal relatively helpless and absolutely vulnerable on the ring ropes, Spyro nails an unceasing flurry of strikes at DC Hennig, repeatedly knocking him in the back of the head with his fists and forearms. Hennig crumbles - not falls, but crumbles - onto the canvas, his arms held over his head in a futile attempt to alleviate the onslaught, while his feet lie underneath the bottom rope. Suddenly, Spyro plops his entire 320 lb. frame onto Hennig's lower back, clutches both hands under Hennig's chin, and leans back about as far as Hennig's spine will allow, locking in his finishing submission maneuver, the Phineas Gage Incident. The Cobra Clutch locked in firmly, Spyro twists and torques his body across Hennig's terribly bent spinal column, forcing Mr. Phenomenal to writhe in brutal discomfort and absolute agony, a mere ragdoll under the unrelenting control of an uncontrollable monster. Hennig wraps both of his ankles around the bottom rope, and can at least take solace in the fact that the referee will force Spyro to break the hold. 1!... 2!... The sound of the referee's voice is either completely ignored by Spyro, or simply does not exist to him in this outburst of violence. 3!... 4!... The referee pleads incessantly with Spyro to break the hold, but the "Crazed Clown" simply will not obey the referee's commands. The XWA Universe watches in horror as DC Hennig writhes in a tremendous amount of pain, his spine feeling as though it will snap any minute. 5! The referee orders for the bell to be rung, but what does it matter at this point? DC Hennig may have won the match, but the certainty of his ability to walk to the back afterwards is now in question.

[center]DING! DING! DING!

|WATTS|
"Here is your winner by disqualification, DC Hennig!"

A stunned XWA Universe watches in silence as Spyro refuses to release the hold, twisting and torquing on Hennig's back with even more force. A swat team of ring officials, medical attendants, and Spyro's own handlers begin to flood the ring in a vein attempt to get the big man off of a brutally beaten, yet ironically victorious DC Hennig. Finally, once over a dozen XWA employees have filled the ring, Spyro breaks the hold, and is contained until medical officials can attend to a battered Mr. Phenomenal. Somewhere in a cushy, air-conditioned office, Smoke Xtreme undoubtedly watches with an enormous grin on his face, perfectly satisfied in watching DC Hennig's living nightmare unfold. Spyro is escorted to the back, while DC Hennig relies on the assistance of the medically trained staff to even exit the ring, as Revolutionary Wars VI continues.