W*I*G Presents: Parade of Champions

[James E. Colvin]

*Heroic music plays, as a deep voice announcer speaks over a black screen.

Announcer: The goal of every professional wrestler is to some day become a champion. Tonight, numerous members of the Pro Wrestling W*I*G roster will have the chance to etch their status in the history books as they become the first ever Wrestling's Innovative Genisis champions. They can only do so at the first ever Parade of Champions!

*The W*I*G logo appears on screen, and suddenly the music changes to a hard-rock song. We are taken to the WIGSphere, where the entrance is given a very regal look tonight. A giant pyrotechnic display occurs, and then we are taken to ringside with our announcers Tom Bailey and Jeannie Lawless.

Tom: Hello W*I*G fans and welcome to arguably our most historic night yet, Parade of Champions. I would like to introduce my color commentator for this evening; The always lovely Jeannie Lawless.

Jeannie: Thanks Tom. Tonight is indeed historic, as not only will the first World champion be crowned, but also the first Tag and Woman's champions will be as well.

Tom: Like you said, three championships crowned for the first time. We have a big battle royal for the Woman's title, a four-team Ultimate Endurance match for the Tag Championships, and finally, your main event, Exner vs. Joshua vs. Jason Hereford vs. Coltrane in an elimination match to become your first ever W*I*G Champion. And thats not all.

Jeannie: Not even close. We also have three non-title matches for you as well, so we should get a little of everything. But lets not waste anymore time!

Tom: Indeed. Lets send it to Howard Finkel for the first match!

[James E. Colvin]

*Ten women stand in the ring, ready for this match. They all stare at each other. Howard Finkel and a referee stand in the middle of the ring. The referee has a briefcase in his hand.

Fink: The following match is a 10 woman over-the-top-rope battle royal! The only way for someone to be eliminated is for both their feet touch the floor.

*Suddenly, “She’s My Man” by the Scissor Sisters begins to play over the sound system. A large muscular woman in a leopard-print singlet walks out and goes towards the ring.

Jeannie: Who is this?

Tom: Well, it appears this hulking woman has some business with the women of this battle royal.

*Suddenly, interviewer John Cena walks out, and tries to grab a quick interview with her.

Cena: Hello, John Cena here, and just who are you?

Woman: I am Fannie Package, and I am here to enter this battle royal to become the first ever W*I*G Woman's champion!

Cena: Well, you heard it here, folks! Take it away Fink!

*Fannie enters the ring, and Fink begins talking again.

Fink: Well, the following appears to now be an eleven woman over-the-top rope battle royal, with the winner moving on to be the first ever W*I*G Woman's Champion. I will now briefly introduce each of the participants. And they Are Synthy Eris, Rosie of the Innocent, Danny Taylor, Alexa King, Cheyenne of the Pantheon, Tracy Jones, Nicole Michaels,Talia Bell; all representing TNT, Lexi Dyionysi, Chick Aura, and now apparently Fannie Package. Good luck women.

*The referee opens the briefcase, which holds the W*I*G Woman’s Championship. The ref takes it out of its case and shows it to all the women. And then he takes it, and leaves the ring, along with Finkel, and this match is ready to begin. The bell rings, and here we go!

Tom: Here is our first match on Parade of Champions, and it is the first ever match in W*I*G for a title! This is truly a historic night!

Jeannie: I can’t wait to see who all gets crowned as champion, not only in this match, but in our other matches as well.

*All 11 women look at each other, and quickly jump in and begin brawling. It looks like a giant dog pile out there!

Tom: I can’t see who’s attacking who! It is a giant cat-fight out there!

*It appears that Cheyenne has climbed up to the top rope, and looks to be going for some type of high-risk maneuver. She goes for a flying cross-body on Chick Aura, but gets caught!

Tom: The high-risk move doesn’t pay off for Cheyenne.

Jeannie: And now she finds herself in a precarious situation!

*Chick walks around for a bit, turning her back towards the ring ropes, and then delivers an overhead fall away slam, which sends Cheyenne over the top rope and onto the floor, thus eliminating her.

Finkel: Cheyenne has been eliminated from the battle royal. 10 participants remain!

Tom: The high-risk maneuver really didn’t pay-off for Cheyenne!

Jeannie: And now she is the first eliminated from this match.

*Meanwhile, Jonathan Doe has come to ringside and is “escorting” Cheyenne backstage, yelling at her the whole way.

Tom: Mr. Doe appears none too happy.

Jeannie: Lets get back to the match!

*The large brawl has somewhat disbanded into smaller brawls, one of which being all three members of TNT against Fannie Package.

Tom: Can you tell us anything about Fannie Package, Jeannie?

Jeannie: Well, after doing some research on the web just now, it appears as though she was an amateur bodybuilder, but retired to become a professional wrestler, where she wrestled at Pro Wrestling W*I*G’s sister-federation, WHOA, or Wrestling Honored Over All. Now it looks like she’s ready to make an impact here.

Tom: Well, she picked a great match to do it in. Can you imagine her becoming champ on her first night in the company?

*The three women of TNT are ganging up on Fannie, but Fannie throws Nicole down to the canvas by her hair. Talia and Tracy try and mount more offense on Fannie, but Fannie grabs them both by the hair, and rams their heads together, possibly knocking them out. She then throws both of them over the top rope, eliminating them both.

Tom: Well, she’s definitely proving that she wants to win this match!

Jeannie: If I was a betting woman, I may put all my money on her!

Fink: Talia and Tracy have both been eliminated from this match. Eight participants remain!

*Fannie looks down at the floor at Tracy and Talia quite pleased with herself, but she fails to pay attention to the ring. Nicole sneaks up behind her and dropkicks her in the back of the head, sending her careening over the top rope and to the floor, eliminating her.

Tom: And if you were a betting woman, Jeannie, you’d be in the poor house tonight!

Jeannie: Oh shut up! Nicole at least got a slight measure of revenge for her fallen team-mates.

Fink: Fannie Package has been eliminated from this match. There are now seven participants left in this match!

Tom: Wow. These first four eliminations have come quickly!

*Lexi Dyionysi sneaks up behind Nicole, and throws her over the top rope!

Jeannie: And it looks like our fifth will come just as quickly!

*Nicole, however, is not eliminated, as she is able to hold onto the top rope, and she rolls under the bottom rope. However, Lexi does not see this, and she begins to celebrate eliminating Nicole by going for a dance move. On this dance move, she happens to accidently bump into Danny Taylor.

Tom: Nicole just barely escaped elimination.

Jeannie: And Lexi seems to have just walked into a hornet’s nest!

*Danny lunges at Lexi, taking her down to the ground. For the most part, this match has settled down into pairs fighting. You have Danny and Lexi, obviously, Rosie and Alexa King, who have had history, Synthy Eris and Chick Aura, who also have had quite a history. Nicole however, is taking her time, and sits recovering in the corner.

Tom: This match has seemed to start become more civilized, Jeannie.

Jeannie: Yes, but it can change at any moment, especially considering these women.

Tom: Yes indeed. You have a lot of very volatile elements in the ring together right now.

*Danny and Lexi are still brawling because of that botched dance move by Lexi. Lexi attempts to throw Danny over the top rope, but Danny is able to stop Lexi, and she clotheslines her down to the ground. Danny picks Lexi up off the canvas, and sends her over the top rope, but she lands on the apron.

Tom: A near elimination by Danny!

*Nicole decides to become a more active participant in this match, and stands behind Danny. She dropkicks Danny in the back, much like she did with Fannie, which knocks Danny over the top rope into Lexi, eliminating her. But Danny grabs onto the ropes. However, Lexi pulls Danny off the apron, eliminating her, as well.

Tom: And some drama happening on the outside of the ring, as Lexi, who was no longer legal, eliminated Danny Taylor! I have a feeling this issue will continue!

Jeannie: I just want to know whether we credit Lexi or Nicole with that elimination.

Tom: You have a point.

Jeannie: I know!

Fink: Lexi Dyionysi and Danny Taylor have been eliminated from this battle royal. Five participants remain.

*Danny gets up, and she is pissed! She and Lexi continue to brawl on the arena floor and up the ramp, and out of view of the fans and cameras. Meanwhile, in the ring, it appears that Chick Aura has downed SynthyEris, at least for now, and has moved onto Nicole. Rosie and Alexa continue to fight, but Rosie seems to be getting the upper hand in this situation, as she has Alexa down on the apron. But Alexa lands a stiff kick to Rosie’s face, which allows Alexa to roll under the bottom rope back into the ring.

Tom: We almost had another elimination there, but Alexa was able to get back into the ring.

Jeannie: Yes, nice awareness by Alexa to be able to fight off Rosie there.
*Chick and Nicole are still brawling, but Chick is able to get the better of the much smaller Nicole. She lifts her up over her head in a military press position, and throws her to the outside, eliminating her!

Tom: Oh my!

Jeannie: What a show of power by Chick Aura!

Tom: And now we are down to our final four!

Fink: Nicole has been eliminated, and now we have four participants left in this battle royal.

*But before Chick can celebrate or attack anyone else, she is blindsided by Synthy. The two begin to brawl, with neither woman gaining an upper hand. Suddenly, Synthy lands a huge clothesline that knocks Chick over the top rope and onto the apron. Synthy is trying as hard as she can to knock Chick to the floor.

Tom: We may have yet another elimination here!

Jeannie: But I don’t know if Synthy has the strength anymore to eliminate Chick, who has been utterly dominant in this match!

*Alexa King walks over to Synthy and Chick, and begins helping out Synthy! And now Rosie walks over, stares at Alexa, but decides rather to help her and Synthy!

Tom: Alexa and Rosie smelled blood in the water, and now have come over to help her eliminate Chick.

Jeannie: Well why not? Just by eliminating Chick, it increases their odds of winning from 1 out of 4 to 1 out of 3. That’s just simple math.

*The force of the three women is just too much to withstand, and Chick is finally knocked off the apron. But she lands on her feet, and just smiles back at the ring, specifically Synthy Eris, and casually walks back up the ramp to the back.

Tom: What was up with that?

Jeannie: I don’t know, but it sent chills down my spine. And not the good kind. That was just kinda creepy.

Fink: Chick Aura has been eliminated. There are now only three women left in this battle royal.

*After a slight moment of hesitation, these three women stare each other down, and quickly distance themselves from each other. Alexa quickly goes to attack Rosie. The two brawl, as Synthy just kind of watches. Rosie Irish whips Alexa King. Alexa ducks a Rosie big boot off of the rebound. Synthy now steps in the way, and Alexa jumps, and tries to attempt a headscissor takedown, but Synthy catches Alexa, and lifts her up in a power bomb position. She walks over to the ropes, and dumps Alexa down to the ground. She has been eliminated.

Tom: Alexa tried to pull off some gutsy manuevers, especially considering she was the smallest and weakest out of the three women, and unfortunately for her, they didn’t pay off.

Jeannie: I can’t say I blame her for doing what she did. She knew she couldn’t match power with the two, so she tried to beat them where she could; Speed. Unfortunately, today was not her day.

Fink: Alexa King has been eliminated from this match. Synthy Eris and Rosie are the final two participants in this match. The last of these two women will be your W*I*G Woman’s Champion!

Tom: We started with 11, and now we are down to our final two competitors, Synthy Eris and Rosie.

Jeannie: One of these two women will be the first ever W*I*G Woman’s Champion!

Tom: I can’t wait to see how this one ends!

Jeannie: Me either. But part of me wants it never to end.

Tom: I hear ya there!

*The two women back away from each other, and take their time before locking up. Standard tie up. Rosie goes for an Irish whip, but Synthy reverses it. Rosie grabs onto the ropes, and Synthy charges at her. Rosie ducks down, and Synthy falls out onto the apron. However, Synthy is able to land a shoulder to Rosie’s midsection, causing her to back away from the ropes, giving Synthy time go get back into the ring.

Tom: Almost an elimination there!

Jeannie: Yep. Rosie was just a little bit away from winning the first championship match ever here in W*I*G.

Tom: Indeed! But Synthy knows the stakes of this match, and was able to fight back so she can try and claim the prize.

*The two lock up in the center of the ring, with Synthy getting the advantage. This time, Synthy pushes Rosie out to the apron, and begins punching her, but they seem to have little to no effect on Rosie. Synthy also walks out onto the apron.

Tom: Whats going on here!

Jeannie: Both these women are out on the apron! One false step could spell disater for either woman!
*Synthy looks to be going for her finisher, the Synful Intentions, but Rosie is able to kick and elbow her way out of it. Rosie quickly gets back into the ring. Synthy tries what worked last time, by hitting a shoulder to the midsection, but Rosie has it scouted and side steps it, and hit’s a lariat, which knocks Synthy down to the floor, eliminating her, and finishing this match!

Tom: Wow! Well there it is!

Jeannie: Yep! And what a match it was!

* “St. Anger” by Metallica starts to play, as Rosie celebrates.

Finkel: Here is your winner and the First ever Pro Wrestling W*I*G Woman’s Champion….Rosie!

Tom: That match was A-OK!

Jeannie: And there are still more to come!

[James E. Colvin]

Lawless: Shut up for a second Tom... I've just got word that someone has apparently arrived from outside the WIG arena!

Bailey: Well, let's get a camera back there and see exactly who it is!

We immediately cut to the back, where we see a taxi pull up toward the arena, as a familiar man steps out from the vehicle, dressed in what looks like a black suit, white under shirt, a red clip on tie and a pair of black dress shoes. As usual, he also continues to where that head robe atop his head, as he flashes a huge smile, waving back toward the driver of this taxi.

Aqil: Thank you for the ride my American friend!

Taxi Driver: ... Just pay me.

Aqil: If that is what you insist upon.

He quickly reaches into his pants pockets, digging out a wallet, opening it up, and slipping a few bills into the driver's hand, who immediately speeds off, as the rather large man quickly turns around toward the entrance, heading quickly inside, as a camera quickly follows up from behind, presumably the same one used to detail his trek thus far. He continues making his way into the arena, where we see a number of nameless employees all turn around, looking over toward this Arabic man, who simply smiles and waves toward them all as he makes his way down the hall.

Aqil: Hello my American friends! It is a fine day we are having, isn't it?

Employee #1: Yeah... I guess?

Aqil: If I could be so kind to ask, would one of you be able to show me the way to Mr. James E Colvin's office? I am here to sign my official WIG contract.

One of the workers points down toward the hallway, as Aqil flashes a huge grin toward them, grabbing and shaking their hand quite gratefully.

Aqil: I appreciate the advice!

Worker: Oww... yeah, no problem.

The rather athletic young man quickly makes his way down toward the hall, where he bumps into WIG's own correspondent, John Cena.

John: Excuse me... are you Aqil Ghassan?

Aqil glances over at the man.

Aqil: Why yes, I would be that man. Why do you ask my American friend?

John: Well... think I could ask you a quick couple of questions?

Aqil: Well, I am afraid I am in a hurry. I would hate to be late for my contract signing. You might all think it... rude of me, would you not?

John: Trust me, this won't take but a moment of your time.

Aqil: Certainly, though mind telling me your name before we begin?

John: It's John... John Cena.

Aqil: Well then John, walk with me as you talk with me! I will answer what I can and as much as I can.

Cena nods, quickly running after the man as he strides down toward the hallway.

John: With all the other possible promotions that you could've signed with... why did you choose WIG?

Aqil: Well my friend, that one is simple enough to answer. You see, back in my home of Saudi Arabia, I was fortunate enough to catch viewings of the promotion back in it's early stages. I saw all it's great talents, including other non-Americans such as myself, and figured that it would be the best stage to display my athletic skills. Not to mention the fact that for the most part, this is one of the promotions that seems to have welcomed me with open arms. I mean, I was also offered an opportunity by it's sister fed, WHOA, but in the end, I decided to go with this one, because I truly believe WIG will be the place where I can truly shine as a competitor.

John: Fair enough. Another thing I'm sure everybody is wandering would be... how do you speak such fluent English?

Aqil lets out a hearty laugh and slaps John across the back as he walks, nearly knocking him over.

Aqil: Oh, that is quite simple to answer! You see, back in my homeland, I was fortunate enough to take a few language classes and such, among many others being English. It is also my favorite one to use, because it allows me to communicate with people like you who may not understand my own native tongue. That is not to say however that I neglect my own language, but since you probably for the most part would not be able to translate it and due to the fact that I feel having a translator speak for me would be rather insulting to these fans, I decided myself that the first thing that I would learn before I came here to America would be to learn it's language, so that way I could speak with people and they could understand and speak back to myself.

John: Wow... how long did it take you to master the English language?

Aqil: Well, I wouldn't exactly say I have mastered it as you put it, my friend. But it took me about three or four years in order to grasp the concept of the English language. If I had come here any earlier, well... chances are I probably would've sounded like one of my Middle Eastern wrestler ancestors. And as amusing that might to be some people, I would prefer not to be taken as a... joke butt as you put it.

John: Close enough... I don't want to waste anymore of your time, but one last question. Now that you are here in WIG, exactly what do you plan on doing first?

Aqil: That is an interesting question. To be honest, there a number of people that I would love to face here in WIG. Whether they be Coltranes, Does, or Herefords or perhaps Stones, Hensleys, or L Reys, I am simply happy to be able to compete in the same ring as these great wrestlers. I will be happy to challenge anyone in this great promotion, because it would be a great honor to me to simply be able to compete in front of these great American friends, whether I win or lose. The most important part of my job is to simply entertain them in whatever ways possible.

John: Well alright then. Nice talking with you Aqil and good luck with your contract signing.

Aqil: And to you as well in your future, John my American friend. As you might say... Worded Life.

Cena stops in mid walk, looking rather annoyed at this last comment.

Cena: Damn it... I'm not the same guy!

Aqil quickly enters the nearby office door, stepping inside and shutting it closed, said door reading "James E Colvin"

We quickly cut back to ringside, as the next match is about to begin.

Bailey: Aqil sure seems happy to be here in WIG... and personally, I can't wait to see him in the ring!

Lawless: You and me both Tommy...

Bailey: Yeah... not too surprised there.

[James E. Colvin]

Howard Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

*L. Rey’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=QoQdLJt--kE

Finkel: Introducing first, coming down the aisle, at 5 feet 9 inches, weighing at 202 pounds, from Amarillo, Texas—L. REY.

*L. Rey comes out to a nice pop. He’s wearing a black leather coat, green cargo pants, and black boots and holding a guitar. L. Rey runs down to the ring and quickly slides in. He jumps up on the second turnbuckle of a corner facing the W*I*Gtron and points the neck of his guitar toward it. Then, he moves the guitar back and forth as pyro goes off in rapid succession, like a machine gun. Then, he jumps off the turnbuckle. He takes off his coat and shirt and hands them and the guitar to referee, who hands them to the timekeeper.*

Tom Bailey: Well, this should be an interesting bout between L. Rey and James “Magnum” Constance.

Jeannie Lawless: I have a feeling that L. Rey is going to come out of this match the victor since I highly doubt that Magnum will be fully into this match.

Tom: That may be true, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Magnum surprises us all.

Jeannie: Well, regardless of who wins, I’m going to enjoy the sexiness of these two men.

Tom: It’s nice to see that this falling out between two friends hasn’t killed your libido.

Jeannie: Thank you!

*James “Magnum” Constance’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=CR9WJToFsTs

Finkel: And, his opponent, coming down the aisle, at 6 feet 2 inches, weighing at 245 pounds, from Honolulu Hawaii, by way of Detroit, Michigan—JAMES “MAGNUM” CONSTANCE.

*The crowd pops as Magnum comes out. He is wearing sunglasses, a Detroit Tigers cap, a Hawaiian shirt, orange tropical floral design trunks, black knee pads, and black boots. He walks to the ring as some pyro goes off and enters it. Then, he takes off his cap, shirt, and sunglasses and hands them to the referee, who hands them to the timekeeper.*

Tom: I’m very interested in seeing how Magnum will wrestle this match.

Jeannie: There are a lot of things that I’m interested in seeing Magnum doing.

Tom: Do all of those involve wrestling?

Jeannie: Um…maybe.

*The bell rings. L. Rey and Magnum stare at each other for a few seconds. They slowly circle each other for another few seconds. Then, they tie up. Suddenly, L. Rey slips out of it and kicks Magnum in the leg several times. Then, he dropkicks Magnum in the back, sending him into the ropes. Magnum turns around and charges at L. Rey as he gets up. However, L. Rey catches him with a Pele kick. Magnum falls back into the ropes and bounces off them. Suddenly, L. Rey takes him to the mat with a drop toe hold. L. Rey quickly gets up, runs to the ropes Magnum is facing, bounces off them, charges at Magnum, and dropkicks him in the face. Magnum rolls out of the ring. Suddenly, L. Rey runs back to the ropes, bounces off them, runs across the ring, and cartwheels into an over the top rope corkscrew suicide plancha.*

Tom: L. Rey has Magnum reeling with a fast offense and El Angel Que Se Eleva Especial.

Jeannie: I don’t like it when guys when use their big moves early. They should save it for later.

Tom: You are talking about wrestling, right?

Jeannie: YES! *long pause* Partly.

*L. Rey picks up Magnum and throws him into the ring. L. Rey reenters the ring and charges at Magnum, but Magnum catches him with a clothesline. He then picks up L. Rey and gives him a few European uppercuts. He pushes L. Rey into the ropes and whips him across the ring. Magnum goes for another clothesline as L. Rey comes charging back, but L. Rey counters with a spinning headscissors takedown. Both men get up. Magnum goes for a big boot, but L. Rey catches him and hits him with a dragon screw leg whip. Both men get up again. Magnum charges at L. Rey again, but this time L. Rey dropkicks him. L. Rey slaps the mat in frustration and yells at Magnum, “Come on!”*

Tom: Well…um…L. Rey gets the upperhand against Magnum again, but he doesn’t appear too happy about hit.

Jeannie: I think L. Rey thinks that Magnum wasn’t trying hard enough, and I don’t think he was either.

Tom: Magnum looked like he was trying hard enough.

Jeannie: Hey! I’ll be the expert on things that are hard enough. Okay!?

Tom: I walked right into that one.
Jeannie: You sure did.

*Both men get up. They tie up again. After a few seconds, they are in a tug o war for about a minute or two. Suddenly, Magnum overpowers L. Rey and locks him in a headlock. He has the hold locked on for a few seconds, but it isn’t tight enough as L. Rey is able to slip out of it and locks Magnum into a hammerlock. L. Rey has the move locked on for a few minutes. Magnum struggles a little bit to get himself free, but it is obvious he isn’t trying as hard as he could. After a while, L. Rey gets frustrated and pushes Magnum into the ropes. Magnum turns around and looks shocked at L. Rey.*

Tom: L. Rey lets go of the hammerlock he had Magnum in.

Jeannie: You can tell that Magnum wasn’t trying as hard as he could to get himself free.

Tom: And, L. Rey looks frustrated because of it.

Jeannie: Damn! L. Rey looks so sexy when he’s frustrated!

*The two tie up again. L. Rey quickly locks Magnum into a headlock. After a few seconds, Magnum picks up L. Rey. However, L. Rey manages to drop back down onto his feet. Magnum picks up L. Rey again, but L. Rey drops back onto his feet. Magnum picks up L. Rey again. This time, L. Rey flips over, lands on his feet, and dropkicks Magnum in his back, sending him to the ropes. L. Rey lands on his knees, slaps the mat in frustration, and yells, “Dammit!”*

Tom: L. Rey is getting more and more frustrated.

Jeannie: You can tell this isn’t what L. Rey wanted.

*The two men get up. They slowly circle each other and then tie up again. Magnum quickly puts L. Rey into a headlock. Magnum has the move locked on for a while. He wrenches his arm several times, but it is obvious that he isn’t doing it as hard as he can. After a while, L. Rey wraps his arms around Magnum’s stomach, pulls him back into the ropes, bounces off them, and pushes Magnum off. Magnum goes running to the opposite ropes and bounces off them. L. Rey bounces off the other ropes and charges at Magnum. Suddenly, L. Rey hits Magnum with a dropkick. Both men get up, and L. Rey suddenly slaps Magnum as hard as he can. The audience groans. Magnum holds his cheek, which is turning tomato red. L. Rey yells at Magnum, “COME ON DAMMIT!!!!”*

Tom: Great Googly Moogly! L. Rey slaps the hell out of James “Magnum” Constance!

Jeannie: Magnum is pissing L. Rey off by not giving him his best. This friendship could explode right here and now before it really began.

*Magnum just holds his cheek and stares at L. Rey. Suddenly, L. Rey slaps his other cheek and yells, “I SAID I WANT YOUR BEST—NOW GIVE ME YOUR BEST!” L. Rey slaps Magnum again, yelling “GIVE ME YOUR BEST!” L. Rey unleashes a flurry of slaps, yelling “GIVE ME YOUR BEST!” with each slap. Suddenly, Magnum snaps and punches L. Rey. He unleashes of flurry of punches and kicks. L. Rey falls to his knees. Magnum quickly picks L. Rey up and hits him with a gutbuster. He picks up L. Rey and then his him with several European uppercuts. L. Rey falls into the ropes and then onto the apron. Magnum backs up, charges at L. Rey, and pushes him off the apron and onto the guardrail. The audience lets out a groan, and some boos follow.*

Tom: Holy Hannah Montana! Magnum has snapped!

Jeannie: Well, L. Rey wanted Magnum’s best, and he is now giving it to him.

*The ref begins a 10 count.*

Ref: 1…*Suddenly, Magnum climbs onto the top turnbuckle.*

2…*Magnum jumps off.*

3…*Magnum lands on L. Rey with a double axe handle, smashing him back onto the guardrail.*

4…*Magnum moves L. Rey from the guardrail.*

5…*Magnum picks up L. Rey.*

6…*Magnum hits L. Rey with a throat first flapjack onto the guardrail.*

7…*Magnum hits L. Rey with a clothesline as he bounces up.*

8…*Magnum rolls into the ring and out to break the count.*

Tom: Magnum has snapped. He follows up a double axe handle with his Kiss The Sabre onto the top rope.

Jeannie: He also broke up the 10 count. I guess he’s not done with L. Rey on the outside.

Ref: 1…*Magnum picks up L. Rey.*

2…*Magnum whips him into the guardrail at the far end.

3…*Magnum charges at L. Rey.

4…*Magnum hits him with a running splash.*

5…*Magnum whips L. Rey across the floor into the steel steps.*

6…*Magnum picks up L. Rey and throws him into the ring.*

*Magnum climbs up to the top turnbuckle and waits for L. Rey to get up. He does, and Magnum jumps off and hits him with another double axe handle. Magnum picks up L. Rey places him against the ropes. He whips him across the ring, and as L. Rey comes running back, Magnum hits him with a Double A spinebuster. Then, Magnum starts choking and punching L. Rey. The referee does a five count, but Magnum won’t let up. The ref pulls Magnum off of L. Rey and tells him that if he does let go at 5 again, he will disqualify him.*

Tom: L. Rey has sparked a forrest fire in Magnum, and Magnum nearly got disqualified for it.

Jeannie: I like that the ref is giving Magnum some leniency. This match will continue, and Magnum and L. Rey will continue to look all hot and sweaty.

Tom: Can’t you think without your libido for one minute!?

Jeannie: Yes, but what’s the fun in that?

*Magnum picks up L. Rey by his hair. Suddenly, L. Rey starts punching and kicking Magnum. Magnum reciprocates, and both punch and kick each other into a corner. Both men are beating the living hell out of each other. The referee intervenes, pulling Magnum off of L. Rey. Suddenly, L. Rey jumps onto Magnum and hits him with a hurricanrana. Both men get up. L. Rey hits Magnum with a dropkick, and Magnum falls into a seated position in the corner. L. Rey moves back, runs at Magnum, and hits him with a rope aided corner dropkick.*

Tom: L. Rey gets back into the match with a hurricanrana, a dropkick, and Los Angeles Que Tocando Arpas.

Jeannie: How does an entire city play harps?

Tom: Well, I imagine that everyone in the city would be playing harps.

Jeannie: L.A. has over three million people—that’s a lot of harps.

Tom: Um…what does L.A.?

Jeannie: It was a joke. Los Angeles is also a city.

Tom: Oh, I get it now.

Jeannie: Then, why are you laughing?

Tom: It’s not funny.

*L. Rey gets up and kicks Magnum several times. Then, he picks up Magnum and tries to whip him across the ring. However, Magnum reverses it and whips L. Rey into the opposite corner. Then, Magnum hits L. Rey with a running splash and follows it up with a bulldog. Magnum gets up and picks up L. Rey by his hair. Suddenly, L. Rey kicks Magnum in the face. Magnum falls back onto the ropes and bounces off them as L. Rey runs to the opposite ropes and bounces off them. L. Rey charges at Magnum with a spinning wheel kick, but Magnum catches him. Magnum then walks over to the ropes, lifts L. Rey up, and drops onto the outside. Magnum moves onto the apron, gets a running start, jumps off, and hits L. Rey with an elbow drop.*

Tom: Magnum takes L. Rey back to the outside.

Jeannie: L. Rey better be careful. Magnum was quite vicious the last time they were on the outside.

Tom: True, but L. Rey has been holding his own for a while, getting in some offense.

Jeannie: Well, either way, I enjoy looking at these guys as sweat drips off their muscles.

*The ref begins another 10 count.*

Ref: 1…*Magnum picks up L. Rey.*

2…*L. Rey suddenly dropkicks Magnum, who falls back onto the guardrail.*

3…*L. Rey climbs onto the apron.*

4…*L. Rey jumps onto the ropes and springboards off for a spinning wheel kick.*

5…*Magnum moves out of the way, and L. Rey lands crotch first onto the guardrail. The audience lets out a groan.*

Tom: Santa Vaca! L. Rey crashes and burns on the guardrail!

Jeannie: He needs someone to ice down his crotch! I better go down there!

Tom: You don’t have any ice!

Jeannie: Actually, I brought an ice pack just in case!

Tom: Sit down!

*Magnum rolls back into the ring to break the count and then rolls out.*

Ref: 1…*L. Rey tries to get off the guardrail.*

2…*Magnum moves behind L. Rey.*

3…*Magnum charges at L. Rey and sweeps his leg.*

4…*L. Rey falls off and get his leg tied up in the guardrail.*

5…*Magnum starts kicking and punching at L. Rey’s knee.*

6…*Magnum continues to kick and punch L. Rey’s prone knee.*

7…*Magnum dropkicks L. Rey’s knee, causing him to come loose and fall.*

8…*Magnum picks up L. Rey and throws him into the ring.*

Tom: Magnum goes to work on L. Rey’s knee. He’s become a barracuda on that knee!

Jeannie: Thankfully, he didn’t attack L. Rey’s other injured body part.

*Magnum reenters the ring. He quickly drops an elbow onto L. Rey’s injured knee. He gets up, kicks L. Rey’s knee a few times. Then, Magnum grabs L. Rey by his leg, picks it up, and drops his knee onto the mat. He picks up L. Rey’s leg again and drops his knee onto the mat. Magnum grabs the leg and once again picks it up and drops it onto the mat. Magnum then picks up L. Rey and hits him with a shinbreaker. L. Rey falls to the mat and grabs a hold of his knee, but he doesn’t yell out in pain. Magnum picks up L. Rey and goes for another shinbreaker. However, L. Rey manages to slip out of it, flips over Magnum, and rolls him up for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Magnum rolls out of it.*

*Both men get up. L. Rey charges at Magnum, but Magnum dropkicks L. Rey in his injured knee.*

Tom: L. Rey nearly pulled a victory out of nowhere, but Magnum was able to put a stop to it.

Jeannie: I think Magnum should stop wasting time and put L. Rey into a submission hold.

*Magnum gets up. He grabs a hold of L. Rey’s leg and starts kicking at L. Rey’s injured knee. Then, he drops his leg onto the knee. He gets up, grabs the leg, and drops his leg back onto the knee. Magnum gets up again. This time, Magnum locks L. Rey into an Indian deathlock.*

Jeannie: There ya go, Magnum!

Tom: Magnum has L. Rey in the Indian deathlock, shades of Chief Jay Strongbow.

Jeannie: Why does everyone say that whenever someone uses the Indian deathlock?

Tom: Because that was Strongbow’s move.

Jeannie: I know that, but do people always have to say it.

Tom: Well, excuse me for having a little wrestling knowledge.

*Magnum has the move locked on tight. L. Rey looks to be in pain, but he doesn’t yell. After a few seconds, his shoulders fall to the mat. The ref goes for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey gets a shoulder up.*

*After several more seconds, his shoulder falls down onto the mat.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey gets a shoulder up.*

*After several more seconds, his shoulder falls down onto the mat.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey gets a shoulder up.*

*After several more seconds, his shoulder falls down onto the mat.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey gets a shoulder up.*

*After several more seconds, his shoulder falls down onto the mat.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey gets a shoulder up.*

Tom: L. Rey keeps coming close to losing this match, but he manages to get a shoulder up.

Jeannie: If L. Rey isn’t careful, then he could lose the match.

Tom: I basically just said that.

Jeannie: Oh, yeah, well excuse me!

*Suddenly, L. Rey sits up and punches Magnum in the face. The audience lets out a groan. Magnum looks shocked. Then, L. Rey punches Magnum again. Magnum shakes his head. L. Rey continues punching Magnum over and over again. Suddenly, Magnum blocks a punch and punches L. Rey himself. As Magnum starts punching L. Rey over and over again, L. Rey restarts his onslaught of punches. Both men furiously punch each other. Amazing, Magnum is able to keep the Indian deathlock onto L. Rey. Suddenly, L. Rey gets the upperhand and lands one good punch, causing Magnum to let go of the hold.*

Tom: Very Superstitious! After a flurry of punches, L. Rey lands one good punch and causes Magnum to let go of the Indian deathlock.

Jeannie: Oh God! I hope he didn’t permanently damage Magnum’s face!

Tom: Magnum’s face!? What about L. Rey’s knee!? It might not properly heal after this match.

Jeannie: Yeah, but L. Rey will still look good with a bad knee!

Tom: I’m so glad I have commentary partner who isn’t so superficial.

Jeannie: Thank you!

Tom: I was being sarcastic.

Jeannie: In that case, screw you!

*Both men get up. Magnum is holding his face. L. Rey gets up. He bends his knee a few times and punches it a little to get some feeling back into it. Suddenly, Magnum charges at L. Rey, but L. Rey manages to dropkick Magnum in the stomach. Magnum falls to his knees. L. Rey quickly gets up, gives Magnum two stiff kicks in the chest, and hits him with a high-speed roundhouse kick to Magnum’s head.*

Tom: ¡A Dios Mios! El Fabricante De Aureola to Magnum! Amazingly, L. Rey was able to pull off such a move with a bad knee!

Jeannie: From what I’ve been learning of L. Rey, whenever he’s in a fight, he pushes himself to win and ignores any pain and-or injuries he is suffering from. That’s pretty handy in a fight.

Tom: Yeah, but it could cost him in the long run.

Jeannie: True, but right now, it makes him a big factor to win this match.

*L. Rey gets up. Magnum slowly gets up onto his hands and knees. L. Rey suddenly charges at Magnum and hits him in the side of his head with running kick. Magnum rolls over onto his back. He tries to get up, but L. Rey quickly hits him with several Kawada kicks. Then, L. Rey suddenly jumps over Magnum, moves onto the apron, jumps onto the top rope, and drops down onto Magnum with a springboard 450 splash. L. Rey goes for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Magnum kicks out.*

Tom: El Angel Splash nearly gets the victory, but Magnum still has some fight left in him.

Jeannie: See what I mean. He’s not letting that hurt knee stop him from doing those high-flying moves.

*L. Rey gets up onto knees, grabs Magnum by his hair and starts punching him furiously in the head. Then, he picks Magnum up. Magnum suddenly kicks L. Rey in that injured knee. Magnum pushes L. Rey back into the ropes. He gives L. Rey a few chops and European uppercuts. Then, Magnum whips him across the ring and goes charging behind him. However, L. Rey jumps onto the second rope and springboards off, hitting Magnum with a springboard moonsault into a reverse DDT. L. Rey goes for another pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Magnum kicks out.*

Tom: El Angel DDT to Magnum and another nearfall for L. Rey.

Jeannie: Magnum nearly regained control of the match, but L. Rey was too quick and little too smart for him.

*L. Rey gets up. He walks over to the corner with a slight limp and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. As this goes on, Magnum gets up. He sees L. Rey on the turnbuckle and then quickly hits the ropes, causing L. Rey to lose his footing and to fall crotch first onto the top turnbuckle. Magnum then walks over to L. Rey and climbs up the corner. He grabs L. Rey as he gets onto the top turnbuckle and suddenly lifts him up for a powerbomb. The audience lets out a gasp, not knowing what Magnum is going to do. Suddenly, L. Rey starts punching Magnum in his head. Magnum looses his footing and falls crotch first onto the top turnbuckle. The audience lets out a groan. L. Rey lands on his feet. And, Magnum falls into a tree of woe position. Magnum lifts himself up to try and free himself. Suddenly, L. Rey jumps up and lands onto Magnum’s chest with a double foot stomp. The audience lets out “That was AWESOME!” chant.*

Tom: Holly Molly! L. Rey stops a powerbomb with Cayendo De Los Cielos!

Jeannie: I don’t know what Magnum was thinking, but it has cost him dearly.

*L. Rey gets up. He quickly charges at Magnum and hits him with a rope aided corner dropkick into Magnum’s stomach. Magnum falls face first onto the mat, holding his stomach.*

Tom: Another Los Angeles Que Tocando Arpas to Magnum, this time in that tree of woe position.

Jeannie: L. Rey is really taking it to Magnum. I hope one he will really take it to me.

Tom: Oh great! Your libido’s back!

Jeannie: It was starting to not be any fun.

*Magnum gets up onto his knees. L. Rey gets up, charges at Magnum, and hits him with a Shining Wizard. Magnum falls back into the turnbuckle. L. Rey gets up again and picks up Magnum. Then, L. Rey hits Magnum with a hard knife-edge chop. The audience lets out a Woo! L. Rey follows up with another knife-edge chop. Another Woo comes from the crowd. L. Rey then unleashes a flurry of knife-edge chops, too many for the Woos to keep up. Then, L. Rey whips Magnum across the ring. L. Rey follows. Magnum hits the turnbuckle hard, and L. Rey hits Magnum from behind with a rolling wheel kick. Magnum falls down, with one arm draped over the top rope. L. Rey gets up. Then, he runs to the ropes, bounces off them, charges to the ropes Magnum is draped over, and hits him with a 619.*

Tom: Golpeyando En La Puerta De Cielo to Magnum after a barrage of moves.

Jeannie: L. Rey needs to stay on him if he wants to win.

*L. Rey and Magnum get up. L. Rey charges at Magnum and jumps onto him for a hurricanrana, but Magnum counters with a powerbomb. The audience lets out a deflated groan. Then, Magnum gets up. He grabs L. Rey’s leg and starts kicking that injured knee. Then, he locks L. Rey into a figure four.*

Tom: Thanks to one powerbomb, Magnum has regained control of the match.

Jeannie: If he can keep that figure four on L. Rey long enough, then he could win the match.

*Magnum has the move locked on tight. L. Rey still doesn’t yell. After a few seconds, his shoulders fall to the mat. The ref goes for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey gets a shoulder up.*

*After several more seconds, his shoulder falls down onto the mat.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey gets a shoulder up.*

*Suddenly, L. Rey sits up and starts punching Magnum again. Magnum reciprocates with more punches. The two men punch the living hell out of each other for about a minute. Then, L. Rey lands one good punch that causes him to turn Magnum over and reverse the pressure onto his knee.*

Tom: Karma! Karma! Karma! Karma! Karma Chameleon! L. Rey manages to reverse the figure four with a single punch!

Jeannie: Karma Chameleon! Are you a Culture Club fan, Tom?

Tom: Maybe…

*L. Rey has the move reversed. Magnum yells out in pain. Then, he manages to get out of the hold. Both men slowly crawl to the ropes and pull themselves up. L. Rey suddenly charges at Magnum. However, Magnum catches him with a flapjack lift and drops him into a cutter.*

Tom: Paradise Blues out of nowhere!

Jeannie: He’s not letting L. Rey regain the control again.

*Magnum falls onto the ropes to catch a breather. After a few seconds, L. Rey slowly gets up. Suddenly, Magnum charges at L. Rey and hits him with a jumping superkick. He goes for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey hops up.*

Tom: Wave Goodbye to L. Rey! But, it doesn’t get the victory!

Jeannie: Magnum was hoping wave goodbye to this match, but L. Rey had other plans.

Tom: Why must you make a stupid joke with each move?

Jeannie: It’s my thing.

Tom: I thought inappropriate sexual innuendos were your thing.

Jeannie: I have two things.

*Magnum gets up. He picks up L. Rey and hits him with a double underhook piledriver. He goes for another pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey kicks out.*

*Both men get up. Suddenly, L. Rey gets in some punches. Magnum ducks one punch, L. Rey spins around from the momentum and Magnum grabs L. Rey’s arm, puts him into a straight jacket hold, and hits him with a sitout rear mat slam. He goes for another pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey kicks out.*

Tom: Dream A Little Dream isn’t enough to put L. Rey to sleep.

Jeannie: Hey! That’s my thing!

Tom: Do you have a copyright on it?

Jeannie: Um…no! Dammit!

*Magnum slams the mat in frustration. He gets up and picks up L. Rey. Suddenly, L. Rey hits him with a flurry of punches and chops. However, Magnum ducks another punch, L. Rey spins around, and Magnum grabs him and hits him with a belly to back suplex. Both men get up. Magnum catches L. Rey and hits him with a belly to belly suplex. Both men get up again. Magnum grabs L. Rey and hits him with a body slam. Magnum tries to pick up L. Rey, but L. Rey kicks him in the head. L. Rey kips up and charges at Magnum with a superkick. However, Magnum moves out of the way, grabs L. Rey from behind, picks up L. Rey onto his shoulders and hits him with a reverse thrown inverted Death Valley driver. Magnum then rolls L. Rey over for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey gets a shoulder up.*

Tom: I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!!! Magnum hits L. Rey with the Ode To Tom Selleck, and L. Rey somehow gets a shoulder!

Jeannie: Unbelievable!

*Magnum gets up. He looks to be in shocked. Magnum quickly grabs L. Rey and tries for another one, but L. Rey slips out of it, runs to the ropes, jumps onto them, and springboards off, hitting Magnum with a springboard enziugiri. Magnum falls to the mat, and L. Rey quickly covers him.*

Ref: 1…2…*Magnum kicks out.*

Tom: El Angel Wave to Magnum, but he kicks out.

Jeannie: I think he may be a little angry about not getting the win.

*Both men get up. L. Rey quickly hits Magnum with a Pele kick. As Magnum staggers around, L. Rey moves to the apron, jumps onto the top rope, and jumps off, hitting Magnum with a springboard forearm shot. He goes for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Magnum kicks out.*

Tom: La Espada De Damocles isn’t enough to cut Magnum down!

Jeannie: You’re stealing my thing again!

Tom: Oh, lighten up!

Jeannie: I will if you stop stealing my thing!

*Both men get up. Suddenly, L. Rey hits with 20 quick punches to the stomach followed by a stunner. Magnum falls to the mat, and L. Rey covers him for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Magnum kicks out.*

Tom: And now, El Angel Stunner fails to keep Magnum down.

Jeannie: Oh man! This is getting exciting! I feel like I’m back at Las Vegas!

*L. Rey gets up. He moves behind Magnum and waits as Magnum gets up. With Magnum in a bent position, L. Rey runs at Magnum, flips over him, locks him into a full nelson, and drops him to a mat with an Unprettier. He rolls Magnum over near the ropes and goes for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Magnum grabs the bottom rope.*

Tom: L. Rey hits El Angel De Muerte, but Magnum grabs the bottom rope.

Jeannie: Oh man! This match just keeps on going!

*L. Rey slaps the mat in frustration. Both men get up. Suddenly, Magnum hits L. Rey with a flurry of punches to the center of the ring. Then, L. Rey starts punching back. L. Rey goes for a punch, but Magnum moves out of the way. L. Rey spins around, Magnum grabs him from behind, and hits L. Rey with a bridging German suplex. With both men’s shoulders on the mat, the ref goes for a 3 count.*

Ref: 1…2…3! *The bell rings.*

Tom: It’s over!

Jeannie: But, who won!?

*Both men get up. The ref goes over to Howard Finkel and tells him what happened.*

Finkel: The referee has informed me one man got his shoulder off the mat before three. Therefore, your winner—L. REY!

*The audience pops. L. Rey jumps up in victory. Magnum looks disappointed.*

Tom: L. Rey has one the match!

Jeannie: I didn’t see L. Rey get shoulder off the mat.

Tom: Lets go to the replay.

*The replay starts. It shows the bridging German suplex and both men with there shoulders on the mat. The ref slaps the mat once and then twice. Suddenly, L. Rey’s right arm comes shooting up as the referee slaps the mat the third time.*

Tom: Well, there you go!

Jeannie: It was so fast I didn’t even see it.

*Both men get up. L. Rey holds out his hand for Magnum to shake. Magnum quickly shakes his hand. L. Rey says, “I trust you again.” And, Magnum says, “Thank you.”*

Jeannie: AH! Isn’t that sweet!?

Tom: It’s nice to see that these two men have reconciled.

*Both men raise each other’s hand. Suddenly, Toby Nicholas Tucker comes from out of nowhere and hits Magnum from behind with a clothesline. The audience starts booing TNT.*

Tom: What the hell!?

Jeannie: Oh my God! That sexy Elvis impersonator attacked Magnum!

Tom: What the hell is TNT doing!?

*L. Rey attacks TNT, but TNT manages to overpower him. He picks up L. Rey into a military press and throws him into the audience.*

Tom: Son Of A Gun! TNT just threw L. Rey into the crowd.

Jeannie: What power! I love a man with strength!

*Magnum gets up. TNT hits him with a running big boot. He picks up Magnum and hits him with a reverse thrown F-5 into a forward Russian legsweep.*

Tom: Dynamite to James “Magnum” Constance!

Jeannie: Impressive! But, what’s the meaning of this!?

Tom: I have no idea.

*TNT then leaves the ring as the audience boos him out of the building. Then, we cut to a promo for W*I*G’s next PPV.*

[James E. Colvin]

*We cut back to the ring for the next match-up.

Howard Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for three falls and is the Ultimate Endurance Match for the W*I*G Tag Team Championship! In order to win the match, three teams must be eliminated. When a team is eliminated, the next fall will begin under a new stipulation until the third and final fall. The first fall will be a standard wrestling match. The stipulations for the second and third falls will be kept secret until they begin. The team that wins the last fall will be the first ever W*I*G Tag Team Champions!

*“Sweet Home Alabama” by Lynyrd Skynyrd plays. *

Finkel: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 450 pounds, from Mobile, Alabama—THE WHITE BOYS.

*The White Boys come out to thunderous boos. Jason and Justin are wearing white tights with a big red X on the front and back. Justin is holding his trademark guitar. They walk to the ring and enter it. Then, some pyro in the design of the Confederate Flag goes off.*

Tom Bailey: Okay, it is now time for the Ultimate Endurance Match for the W*I*G Tag Team Titles.

Jeannie Lawless: And, here are those sexy bastards, the White Boys!

Tom: How can you find these deplorable men sexy?

Jeannie: You’re one to talk. You speak about how much you hate Paris Hilton. Yet, I saw you take a copy of Maxim with her on the cover into the bathroom! How do you explain that!?

Tom: No comment.

“Red Star” by The Birthday Massacre.
*White and Pink stars flutter around randomly, but as the 30 second mark strikes; the two of them hit center stage and turn purple. The lights immediately flare to red and black with white smoke pouring from the ramp. Two parasols flash out from behind the curtain. They twirl slowly at first, and then go faster. When they hit the top speed, the two girls step out from behind them, maneuvering them at their sides. They link their free arms together, spin for a moment before Shuga bends down on one knee, parasol in front of her. Koshinryo places her parasol above them as she wraps an arm around Shuga. The two women then throw their lace umbrellas into the air as a shower of red pours down and white-colored sparks flare up.*

Finkel: Introducing next, coming down the aisle, at a combined weight of 290 pounds, from the Dark And The Light Theatre—KOSHINRYO AND SHUGA.

*The two stand, catch their parasols, and walk down the ramp. Inside the ring, Sugar sits down cross-legged and smiling as Koshinryo stands behind her, crossing the now-closed accoutrement above her head.*

Tom: And, here are the wild cards in this match. How well do you think that an all girl team is going to do in this match?

Jeannie: I don’t know. I’m too excited thinking about the White Boys and the Latin Lovers being in the same match!!!! OH MY GOD!!!! SO MUCH SEXINESS IN ONE RING!!!! I might explode!

“ El Corazón Del Desierto” by Tim Emmerson plays.

Finkel: Introducing next, coming down the aisle, at a combined weight of 502 pounds, from Wherever There Is Love—THE LATIN LOVERS.

*The Lovers come out to a loud pop from the ladies. The men in the crowd are indifferent. Guillermo Miramontes has on pink trunks, and Casimiro Melendez has on pink tights. They each have words in red on the back: “Te quiero” for Guillermo and “Catalina” for Casimiro. They both have on pink elbow and knee pads with red hearts on them and red boots with their initials in pink on them. As they walk to the ring, a pair of panties comes flying at them, and Casimiro catches them and puts them in his tights. They enter the ring, and each one climbs on the corners facing the W*I*Gscreen. Then, they blow a kiss to the crowd and pyro in heart design goes off. The Lovers then jump off the corner.*

Tom: And, here are the Latin Lovers.

Jeannie: Oh, I love pink!

Tom: Do I have to ask if those were your panties?

Jeannie: They weren’t. I decided to keep them on.

Tom: Good for you.

Jeannie: That way, if the Lovers need another pair during the match, I can be ready and throw them mine.

Tom: *sighs* Well, at least you have some on now.

Finkel: NOW INTRODUCING THE FOURTH AND FINAL TEAM…

*“Bad Medicine” by Bon Jovi starts up as the lights dim and spotlights activate on the stage, as the ever cocky James Bon Jovi struts onto the stage in his usual garb, with the addition of a white vest with a big pink ankh on the back, along with a chain hanging in the right pocket of his pants. He’s also carrying a microphone.*

Finkel: First, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 242 pounds, he is JAMES…BON…JOVI!

Tom: Well, James Bon Jovi promised us a mystery partner, but I have no idea who it is. Now he’s got his chance to show us exactly what he was talking about last time he saw us.

*He lifts one arm in the air as he usually does, gesturing for his music to be cut off—and as such, it ends abruptly. He is greeted coldly with boos, but totally ignores him as he clears his throat.*

James: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…it is none other than I, the ONE…the ONLY…JAMES…BON…JOVI…and I bear news of a great tide that, momentarily, will sweep in and bring the Seaweed of Supremacy and the Barnacles of Brilliance into not only the sandy beaches of your personal lives, but into the aura of Wrestling’s Innovative Genesis! What could I, this humble deity bring to you? Why, what other than another deity? A man who, with the credentials of a mighty champion…a former TAG champion, has been accepted into the inner sanctums of the Acropolis of Bewilderment as not only a guest, but a fellow GOD. And so without further ado, I bring to you my tag team partner, my ally, my fellow GOD…and soon-to-be-W*I*G WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPION…

*"Caboose" by Sugar Ray starts playing. The lights go down & some spotlights highlight a shadowy figure on stage with a single fist raised in the air. At the sound of the record scratching, the lights come on again & James Bon Jovi's mystery partner is revealed.*

Tom: Is that who I think it is?

Jeannie: Hot Damn! He's BACK!

Finkel: And his Tag-Team Partner making his way to the ring, weighing in at 210lbs, from Atlantic City, New Jersey... THE MAXX!

*The man formerly known as THE MAXX AWESOME high-fives James Bon Jovi on the ramp. The Maxx is clad in ³/₄ length shorts, white socks & black boots. He also sports a fedora and a bandana can be seen poking out from under his hat. Bon Jovi & The Maxx carry on walking towards the ring like a real pair of arrogant pricks. Once this newly formed duo have stepped into the ring, The Maxx removes his head-gear & we can see that he is also sporting a new hair-do, a faux-hawk. It makes him look like a douche.*

Tom: I can't believe that little **** is back. Did he fake his whole injury?

Jeannie: Who cares? The important thing is The Maxx has come back to W*I*G!

DING-DING!

Tom: Now the match is underway. This first fall would be determined in a regular wrestling match. After the first team is eliminated a new stipulation will be announced & after the second team is eliminated another new stipulation will be announced until we have our first ever W*I*G Tag-Team Champions.

*The crowd are still buzzing from the surprise return of The Maxx as the match gets under way. The Maxx starts off the match standing across the ring from another "newcomer" in the form of the enigmatic Koshinryo. He takes a brief look towards his new Tag-Team partner as if to say, "You've gotta be kidding me!". He doesn't have too long to look towards Bon Jovi as Koshinryo smashes The Maxx right in the gob with a strong right. The Maxx reels back & aims a clothesline at Koshinryo. She ducks it & shoots off the ropes before hitting The Maxx with a Cross Body. Koshinryo quickly rolls to a corner & makes a tag to Guillermo Miramontes of The Latin Lovers.*

Jeannie: What the hell is she doing?

Tom: Tags can be made to any team Jeannie. Besides which, I think this might be a good strategy. If Koshinryo & Shuga can manage to stay out of the ring it reducs their chances of being eliminated early on.

Jeannie: You think the women are more likely to be eliminated just 'cause they're women?

Tom: Well... err... that is...

Jeannie: I'm just yankin' yer chain, hotshot! Jeez!

*Guillermo enters the ring & immediately begins stomping away at The Maxx. The ref orders Miramontes to back off a little bit. The Maxx gets back to his feet & immediately tackles the Guillermo to the ground. The Maxx starts whaling on Guillermo with lefts & rights.*

Tom: What on Earth has got into The Maxx? We never saw him be this aggressive before.

Jeannie: Maybe he finally smartened up.

*The Maxx ceases pounding on Miramontes & stands again. He kicks Miramontes in the back. The Maxx makes a tag to James Bon Jovi. The Maxx whips Guillermo Miramontes to the ropes & runs off to an adjacent set of ropes. Bon Jovi hits Miramontes with a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker & The Maxx hits him with a Scissors Kick across the throat.*

Jeannie: Whoa! Hey, I recognize that move!

Tom: That's right! That's the old Boogie Knights 3000 signature "The Beat-Breaker"!

*The Maxx & Bon Jovi high-five as The Maxx exits the ring. Bon Jovi lifts up Miramontes. Guillermo tries for a Dropkick on Bon Jovi. James avoids it & tries to grab Miramontes' legs to plant him with a Wheelbarrow Facebuster. Guillermo manages to use his legs to drag Bon Jovi forward & trap him in a modified Victory Roll.*

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THE MAXX BREAKS IT UP!

*The Maxx executes a Baseball Slide into the pinning predicament, saving his partner & his team. Before he can makes it back to his own corner, Casimiro Melendez runs in & hits The Maxx with a forearm. Together with Guillermo, Casimiro whips The Maxx off to the ropes. Before they can do whatever double team move they have planned, Bon Jovi surprises Casimiro with a Backbreaker. Guillermo suddenly doesn't quite know what to do. He simply knees The Maxx in the gut & makes a tag to Justin White of The White Boys. Guillermo shoves The Maxx towards Justin, Justin nails The Maxx with a Stunner & makes a cover. The referee informs Justin that The Maxx is not the legal man. Justin sits up from his cover & sets his sights on James Bon Jovi who's still duking it out with Casimiro. Casimiro & Bon Jovi are awfully close to Koshinryo & Shuga's corner. Close enough, infact, that Koshinryo is able to lean over & make a tag by slapping Bon Jovi on the back. The ref sees the blind tag, but nobody else does. Casimiro hits Bon Jovi with a forearm & whips him in Justin's direction. Justin hits Bon Jovi with a Super Kick & goes to make a cover on him. The ref tells Justin again that he's still not covering the legal man!*

Justin: THEN WHO THE HELL IS LEGAL?!

*As if in answer to his question, Koshinryo comes flying off the top rope & attacking Justin with "Infernal Miss". She whips Justin into her own corner & begins stomping away at him. Koshinryo tags Shuga & the pair continue to stomp at Justin. Shuga drags him out from the corner & locks him into a Texas Cloverleaf.*

Tom: Justin must be enjoying that.

Jeannie: How do ya figure?

Tom: TEXAS Cloverleaf! A move from the South! Must be the best move he's been put in!

*Crickets.*

Jeannie: You're dead weight, Tom.

*Jason White comes running in & clocks Shuga with a knee to the side of the head. Koshinryo comes running in to save her partner. She blasts Jason with a clothesline. The Latin Lovers, never ones to stand by when ladies are in trouble, also dash in while The Maxx & James Bon Jovi drop off the apron & talk among themselves to avoid exerting too much energy. Koshinryo & Casimiro double team on Jason, whipping him to the ropes before planting him with a Flapjack. The Maxx & Bon Jovi's conversation is interrupted by Guillermo Miramontes launching himself over the ropes & crashing down on top of them. Guillermo re-enters the ring & drags Shuga towards his own corner. Shuga "tags" Guillermo & Miramontes enters the match once again.*

Jeannie: He just slapped her hand onto his, does that even count?

Tom: The ref's allowing it, it must be legal.

*Guillermo stands face-to-face with Justin White. Justin takes a swing at Guillermo. Guillermo catches Justin's arm & twists it behind his back in a Hammerlock. Maintaining his grip on Justin's arm, Guillermo manages to take The White Boy over with a Back Suplex. Justin lies, nursing his left arm a little. Before Guillermo can attack again, Justin makes a quick tag to Jason. Jason is the freshest man in the match. Jason quickly launches into action. he whips Guillermo off the ropes & catches him on the rebound with a Thesz Press. Jason punches repeatedly at Guillermo before dismounting. He hits the ropes & runs over to Guillermo again, gesticultain wildly before dropping an elbow right onto the chest of Miramontes. Guillermo sits up slightly. Jason looks like he's about to make a pin, but instead he makes a tag to The Maxx.*

Jeannie: Now, The White Boys could have had The Latin Lovers eliminated right there! Why would Jason chicken out like that?

Tom: You saw the way Guillermo Miramontes did that suicide dive onto James Bon Jovi & The Maxx earlier. Now The Maxx is just itching to get at The Latin Lovers.

Jeannie: Funny, normally I hear of people itching AFTER being with The Latin Lovers.

*The Maxx is still employing a slightly more aggressive style than W*I*G audiences are used to. As Guillermo sits up again, The Maxx delivers a harsh kick to his back & follows up with a Rolling Neck Snap. The Maxx sets Guillermo against the ropes & whips him off to the opposite side. Guillermo rebounds & counters The Maxx with a Shining Wizard. The Maxx goes down as Guillermo moves in for a cover. Before he can make the pin, he's distracted by some kerfuffle in the crowd.*

Tom: What's going on in the audience? What's all that commotion?

*Tom's question is quickly answered when Tristan Hades steps over the security railing.*

Jeannie: This match just gets hotter & hotter!

Tom: Tristan Hades is out here, presumably to get his hands on The Latin Lovers after they, sort of, defeated him a month ago.

*Tristan starts climbing onto the ring apron. Guillermo looks on in slight fear. Casimiro jumps into the ring & the two try to double team on Tristan. The referee tries to get this madness to stop as he calls for more officials & security from the back to deal with Tristan. Road agents & referees pour out from the back. In the confusion, The Maxx hits Guillermo with a surprise "Maxximyzer". Casimiro, meanwhile is talking trash to Tristan as the crew try to take him away. Casimiro launches himself over the top with a "Leaf Storm" into the bunch of agents & officials to get at Tristan. Unbeknownst to Casimiro, The Maxx is covering Guillermo in the ring...*

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3!!!

Finkel: The Latin Lovers have been eliminated!

*The crowd starts booing.*

Jeannie: Aw NO!!!

Tom: Casimiro was too focused on Tristan Hades! He should've been paying more attention on what was happening in the ring.

Jeannie: DAMMIT!!!! I wanted to throw my panties at them!

*Casimiro looks back in the ring & sees The Maxx sitting up with his fist raised in triumph. The Maxx looks up the ramp & waves "bye-bye" to Casimiro as an official helps Guillermo out of the ring. Casimiro can't believe it. He stomps on the ramp in frustration for letting his temper get the better of him.*

Finkel: The second fall will now be decided by...
*He opens an envelope*
... Hardcore Rules!

*The crowd gives a cheer for this announcement. The teams look at each other in consternation.*

Tom: Well that means…all three teams are going to be legal. And that means…

Jeannie: *Awful mock-Ross accent* …business is about to pick up!

DING DING DING!

*With everyone legal, the members of the corresponding teams get closer to one another to better fend off an attack. Each team is waiting for another to make a sudden move. Koshinryo and Shuga both have their eyes darting back and forth in perfect synchronization. James Bon Jovi and The Maxx each keep a head trained on a separate team. But the White Boys are getting impatient. The two of them look back and forth at the two teams, before looking at each other and nodding. Each team is at a corner, and both Justin and Jason advance towards James Bon Jovi and The Maxx. All four of them have their guard up, as Koshinryo and Shuga simply look on curiously. Justin leans over towards James Bon Jovi, muttering something to him. All four remain tense, as James looks back at The Maxx. The Maxx tilts his hedd and nods, and as soon as he does all four of them turn directly to Koshinryo and Shuga.*

Tom: I don’t like this. It looks like James Bon Jovi and The Maxx have made an alliance with The White Boys in order to take out their smaller opponents.

Jeannie: Sexism!

Tom: Since when are you on the women’s side?

Jeannie: Since I just got paid a thousand dollars for that line.

Tom: Wow.

*As soon as the four of them start moving towards the other team, The White Boys go for Koshinryo and James Bon Jovi and The Maxx gun for Shuga. The two teams immediately separate the partners and begin to hammer them. Justin and Jason both tackle Koshinryo, stomping at her quite violently, and The Maxx grabs Shuga in a full nelson, while James Bon Jovi begins to throw a few ultra-heavy punches, each one stabbing at the abdomen of the much smaller Shuga. Both teams seem to have their smaller opponents picked apart. James Bon Jovi catches his breath as The Maxx drops Shuga to the floor and turns to Jason, who has just finished his series of stomps. The Maxx runs to him, going for a clothesline, and Jason turns around…and also goes for a clothesline! Both men clobber each other and fall down flat.*

Tom: So much for that, it just goes to show you that all’s fair in love and war in this Ultimate Endurance Match!

*Justin White, a bit discontent with his plan backfiring thanks to the shenanigans of The Maxx, looks to James Bon Jovi and pulls out a garbage can. James looks around frantically, before ducking to the announce table and grabbing a folded steel chair. He turns around to see Justin running at him, the garbage can lowered in a manner similar to that of a bizarre, steamroller and battering ram hybrid. He hits James straight in the chest, knocking him back and lifts the garbage can up to clock him over the head. Still on his feet, James takes a swing with the steel chair and clobbers Justin in the side. Neither man is down, but they each notice their partner next to one another. The Maxx is getting back to his feet just adjacent to Justin White, and Jason is hauling himself up right behind James Bon Jovi. James makes a dive right for Justin, who backpedals as The Maxx is nearly hit by James Bon Jovi. The pair stumble to avoid a collision as Koshinryo gets back to her feet. A nearby fan offers her one of his crutches as a weapon, which she accepts to turn around and crack it across the back of James, who winces as he now gets hit from behind with...well, Auburn Sucks! James clutches the back of his head as The Maxx, noticing how he and James are now the targets, decides to play defensive.*

Tom: Momentum's not in the favor of James Bon Jovi and The Maxx, and as far as I'm concerned...thank God!

*The Maxx grabs the steel chair brandished by his partner just a few minutes ago and takes it up like a shield. Justin goes on the offensive against him as Koshinryo turns around to provide aid to Shuga against Jason White, who has opted to attack the separated partner of the smaller team. He keeps a Birmingham Lock tightly applied to his tinier foe, the referee keeping an eye on the pair to ensure he can call a possible submission. Jason has her practically immobile with the hold applied in an area free of nearby leverage, but unbeknownst to him, Koshinryo has gotten to the apron, looking right at him. She measures up before bouncing onto the middle rope and backwards, spinning around in mid-air and landing right across his chest, flattening him on the floor!*

Tom That was a wonderfully executed Flying Doll on the part of Koshinryo, and done at the perfect moment to not only rescue her partner, but gain a crucial advantage in this match!

Jeannie: In fact, I might say they're in the driver's seat of things now.

Tom: Not usual for you to prefer the girls over the guys, Jeannie. NOT usual at all...

Jeannie: I said MIGHT, Tom. Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

*Jason moans as he reluctantly lets go of Shuga, who hauls herself up. She quickly covers Jason as Koshinryo arms herself with another nearby chair. Meanwhile, The Maxx and Justin White have been brawling it out. Justin has a baseball bat—whatever that’s doing under a wrestling ring—and Maxx is still in possession of the chair. Every time Justin takes a huge swing, he leaves himself open to attack from the Maxx, but before he can counter-attack, Justin manages to finish following through and get the momentum to throw another heavy one. The battle remains a stalemate with neither man able to get in much of a hit. Suddenly they see Koshinryo bounce off the middle rope from the apron, and when the referee leans over, both make a mad dash for that corresponding outside part of the ring. Back to the former bit of action, the ref leans down and makes the count.*

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KICKOUT!

*Justin is able to break it up to get his partner out of things, but is only able to get in a stomp before Koshinryo and Shuga are both able to parry his bat swing first by knocking the bat out of his hands, hitting him with the steel chair, and then by doubling up on him to deliver a Victorian Ai! He goes right down, landing not far from Jason, as James Bon Jovi and The Maxx regroup. The Maxx ducks under the ring, disappearing out of sight, and reappears with a table in hand.*

Tom: Is that what I think it is?

Jeannie: Yes, Tom. It’s a banana.

*Instead of choosing to set it up, James and The Maxx hold the table facing their opponents like a massive shield, and run towards Koshinryo and Shuga. Both women pick up chairs to try to break the table into pieces as it collides, but at the last second The Maxx, who is on the right, facing Koshinryo, performs a baseball slide under the table and hits Koshinryo right in the shins. She falls onto her knees, as James Bon Jovi lifts the table and swings it in a circular motion to try to hit Shuga. She’s able to get atop the retaining barrier and dodge it, but he chucks it at her, forcing her to dodge. Following up, James turns his attention back to Koshinryo and hits her full-steam with a lariat, knocking her right off her feet and onto her back!*

Tom: That’s quite possibly one of the most bizarre moves in W*I*G history I’ve ever seen! It all happened so fast, and the balance of power in this match has once again shifted itself!

*The Maxx moves to cover Koshinryo on the floor. James Bon Jovi keeps an eye out for Shuga as he waits for the ref to arrive...*

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KICKOUT!

*Bon Jovi turns back around, amazed that Koshinryo was able to kick out. James picks her up & prepares to set her up in a Crucifix Powerbomb. The Maxx, meanwhile climbs the security barrier.*

Tom: Looks like James Bon Jovi & The Maxx might be aiming for ANOTHER double team move.

Jeannie: For a newly-formed team they operate awfully well together, don'tcha think?

*Before The Maxx can make a move, Shuga trips him up on the security barrier & he faceplants right on to the floor. Shuga hits James Bon Jovi with a quick Chop Block & he releases Koshinryo. Shuga picks The Maxx up & whips him into the adjacent security barrier. He crashes into it hard & is soon, erm, "Crushed" by his tag-team partner as Koshinryo whips James Bon Jovi onto The Maxx. The two girls follow & pick up Bon Jovi hitting him with a "Touch of Hell", using The Maxx as a method to elevate themselves by running up his chest as he lies against the security rail. The girls stand back a moment & The Maxx falls face first, right into Bon Jovi's groinular region! Shuga goes for a cover on The Maxx & Koshinryo covers Bon Jovi! The ref counts with both hands...*

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Finkel: James Bon Jovi & The Maxx have been eliminated.

*Koshinryo & Shuga let go of their opponents & join hands for a moment before re-entering the ring to face the slightly rested White Boys.*

Jeannie: Bon Jovi & Maxx...

Tom: The Maxx!

Jeannie: ... Right, right... The Maxx... eliminated? By Koshinryo & Shuga?

Tom: I don't imagine that will sit well with our newly formed team, but maybe a loss will finally humble those two egomaniacs! Now it's time for our next stipulation...

*The Maxx & Bon Jovi sit up at ringside wondering what the hell happened. The Maxx slaps Bon Jovi on the arm...*

The Maxx: Nice going, doofus!

*Bon Jovi remains silent. He just looks back & gives The Maxx a similar slap on the arm. Koshinryo & Shuga mockingly wave goodbye to The Maxx & Bon Jovi in the same way The Maxx did to The Latin Lovers earlier in the match.*

Finkel: The third & final fall of this match will decided...
*He opens another envelope*
... inside a STEEL CAGE!

*The cage lowers from the ceiling.*

Jeannie: Huh, I was wondering what that was doing up there!

*Koshinryo & Shuga begin to wish they'd also kept an eye on The White Boys while they were busy taking on The Maxx & Bon Jovi.*

DING DING DING!

*The rested & refreshed White Boys go on the offensive right away, aiming dual clotheslines at the girls. The women duck &, on the rebound, catch the last remaining male competitors with Drop Toe Holds in stereo. Koshinryo traps Justin with a Boston Crab while Shuga ties Jason up with a Sharpshooter.*

Jeannie: The White Boys were ready to go a minute ago, now the girls have them trapped!

Tom: The White Boys were too reliant on the fact that they were fresher after letting Koshinryo & Shuga get the pin on The Maxx & Bon Jovi! They fell right into a "Shuga Trap", so to speak, & the female team may well have this match & these W*I*G Tag-Team Titles, won already!

*Justin and Jason are both separated but seeing as how this is a steel cage, neither man can simply be beaten by submission and the two girls have little choice but to let go after a while. They continue to keep the White Boys apart, Shuga attacking the legs of Jason and Koshinryo attacking the lower back of Justin. Justin however manages to power himself out and push Koshrinryo away. He jumps back up to his feet and manages to hit a clothesline to knock her over, before turning his attention over to Shuga and hitting her from behind with another clothesline. He helps his brother up and the pair begins to attack the smaller of the two girls. Both men throw heavy punches and stomps, keeping her down on the mat. Koshinryo wastes no time in getting back up and Jason White looks at his brother to nod. They both turn and run at her, going for a Folsom Prison Blues. Koshinryo manages to dodge to the side, totally avoiding the spear while barely evading being clipped from the clothesline. She quickly jumps to the middle rope and bounces off, turning in mid-air and hitting a Flying Doll on Jason to knock him over flat onto his back. Justin goes after her before she can get up, hitting punches and elbows and keeping her down on the mat.*

Tom: This match is keeping itself even now, and I think the concept of “advantage” has been lost to both teams for the time being. Both are hitting and missing moves but it’s been about fifty-fifty so far!

*What Justin doesn’t notice is Shuga, who has scaled the turnbuckle closest to him. He continues his beatdown for another moment, only to turn himself around and notice an airborne Shuga heading straight toward him, crossbody-style. He catches her in mid-air, but before he can do anything, Koshinryo hooks her elbow around his chin from behind and sticks a knee out, pulling him back and forcing him to land—with Shuga’s additional weight—right on Koshinryo’s knee. He slides off with his hands nursing the pain of his lower back, but now Jason’s back up to his feet. He spins Koshinryo around, much to her alarm and toe kicks her straight in the abdomen, forcing her to double over. Before she falls, he turns himself around and hits a Stunner! She flies backward and lands flat on her back. Jason turns around and dodges an attempted armdrag from Shuga, whipping her into the cage. With her nimble nature, she manages to bounce herself off the ropes and come flying back towards Jason White. With just a split second, he throws a wild European Uppercut that knocks her down mid-air, spinning out and hitting the mat!*

Jeannie: Wow, so much for the White Boys losing their momentum!

Tom: An amazing burst of energy from Jason White to be sure…

*Jason helps his brother up to his feet now, and the two of them make a beeline for the cage wall, climbing up side-by-side. Koshinryo and Shuga are still stunned, but haul themselves up as the White Boys are halfway up the cage.*

Tom: …but as I was going to say, that alone is not going to be enough to keep these two down for very long!

Jeannie: Sure you were, Tom.

Tom: You’re absolutely right I was!

*Koshinryo grabs at the back of Jason's tights, while Shuga pulls on Justin. The White Boys hold tight to the cage. Koshinryo & Shuga club their respective targets in the small of the back & switch from behind the Whites to infront of them. Simultaneously, both women Powerbomb the White Boys from the cage to the mat below. Justin & Jason are clearly hurting, but the pair are beginning to stand again. The two men exchange a brief look & nod in the direction of Shuga. The smaller of the two females cowers back slightly, but Jason & Justin were trying to fake her out so the could get the drop on Koshinryo.*

Tom: This could be good strategy by the White Boys. Targeting the more powerful member of the team first so they can deal with Shuga individually.

Jeannie: But it's not real wise to ignore Shuga for too long.

*Jeannie's words ring true as Shuga leaps onto Jason's back & traps him in a Candy Clamor. Justin keeps putting the boots to Koshinryo. He turns around to see Jason being choked out by Shuga. She's also using his body as a shield of sorts, so Justin can't quite get at her. Justin is then attacked by Koshinryo. She spins him around, kicks him in the gut & hefts him up for a Suplex. She holds him up & keeps him up, before running back towards the cage bars, hitting his spine against the solid steel before she drops him to the mat. The attack takes it's toll on Justin's already injured back & Jason seems to be quickly fading in the Candy Clamor.*

Jeannie: This could be it, the opening that Koshinryo & Shuga have been waiting for!

Tom: It certainly seems as though things have swung in the favour of the female team now.

*Without a word, Shuga releases the Candy Clamor on Jason. She shoves his dead-weight form off her as she & Koshinryo start to climb out of the cage at opposite sides of the ring.*

Jeannie: Well that's... odd!

Tom: It kind of makes sense. Justin White might still be able to stop them, but he can only really stop one of them now!

*Justin crawls towards a corner, the corner the White Boys were in earlier. He grasps at an object that still lies inside the ring... his guitar! Justin uses the ropes as a means to pull himself up. he looks to his left & then to his right as he watches both Koshinryo & Shuga attempt to escape. Still leaning on the ropes, he advances forwards & manages to climb right up behind Koshinryo as she's about to go reach the top. He blasts her in the back with his guitar. Before she can fall he grabs her head & bashes it against the cage, grinding it into the mesh, he then tosses her backwards into the ring as hard as he can. Shuga, meanwhile, unaware of what was happening, has escaped.*

Tom: The team of Koshinryo & Shuga have half-won this match!

Jeannie: But Koshinryo is still in there alone, Tom. And it's not looking too good for her!

*The sound of Koshinryo's body landing on the mat somewhat rouses Jason. He's a little groggy, but beginning to get to his feet or,at least, sitting up. Justin dismounts the rope & kicks Koshinryo in her already slightly bloodied face. She slumps over again. Justin shakes Jason back to conciousness & slaps him a few times. Jason finally regains some sense of where he is. Justin laughs & blows a kiss to Shuga on the outside of the cage; the officials refuse to let her enter. Jason drags Koshinryo to her feet, she attempts to fight back, but both White Boys be clubberin' her back down. Jason lifts Koshinryo up for a Suplex, holding her in place. Justin jumps up, aiming both knees at her chest & thw White Boys nail Koshinryo with "The South Will Rise Again".*

Tom: What sickening action by these two men. Bashing a woman with a guitar, ramming & grating her face against a steel cage & then double-teaming her with a vicious move like that!

*Jason & Justin begin to climb slowly out of the cage while Koshinryo lies on the mat & Shuga can do little but look on. The White Boys get to the top & have begun celebrating already, but then they notice Koshinryo starting to stir again & both hastily climb down the outside of the cage. Their feet hit the floor and...*

DING-DING-DING!

Finkel: Here are yor winners & the FIRST EVER PRO WRESTLING W*I*G TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS... JASON & JUSTIN... THE WHITE BOYS!!!

*The sound of Lynyrd Skynyrd fills the W*I*G-Sphere again, but it is very nearly drowned out by the booing of the audience over the fact that the White Boys are Tag-Team Champions. The time-keeper hands the belts to Jason & Justin who hug eachother & proudly hold the belts in the air as the audience continues to shower them with boos.*

Tom: Dammit! Of all the teams in W*I*G, The White Boys are now the first ever W*I*G Tag-Team Champions!

Jeannie: Now, now, what they did was all within the rules. I, for one, respect our sexy new champs.

Tom: You would!

*The cage begins to rise back to the ceiling & Shuga can finally slide in to check on Koshinryo. They look at eachother, but never say a word. The White Boys stand at the top of the ramp holding their newly won belts aloft & beaming proudly. Koshinryo & Shuga glare up the ramp, again, not saying a thing.*

Tom: Well, they may have won here tonight, but this is only the beginning for The White Boys. The Latin Lovers, Bon Jovi & The Maxx & that team in the ring, Koshinryo & Shuga will all be gunning for those gold belts.

Jeannie: I think Jason & Justin aren't afraid of taking any challengers... Now let's get on with the show.

[James E. Colvin]

DING DING DING!

Howard Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit.

*"I'll Whip Ya Head Boy" starts up.*

Fink: Introducing first, out of Richmond, California, he weighed in this morning at approximately two hundred and fifty-two pounds...Hardcore Hensley!
Tom Bailey: "The Hardcore One" Hardcore Hensley.
Jeannie Lawless: Mm, hardcore is right.

*Hensley jogs out onto the stage. He marches in place donning his custom attire, along with a dark green sleeveless hooded sweatshirt. The hood is up, and his head hangs as he shadow boxes momentarily. Finally, he flips the hood back off, raises his arms, and sprints down the ramp. He slides into the ring, and visits a couple of turnbuckles before retiring to his respective corner.*

Bailey: Think he's ready for this?
Lawless: He's always ready, as is his opponent tonight.

*Bagpipes fill the air in the arena while the lights dim, turning to light blue and white spotlights that search the arena. They all focus on the ramp. The bagpipes fade out, yielding to Alice Cooper's "School's Out", which blares as Chaz parts the curtain with force and stands at the ramp, working his hands against each other, then lifting a fist. He jokes and jabbers with the male fans and flirts with the female fans as he walks the aisle, then slides into the ring head-first.*

Finkel: And his opponent, from Seattle, Washington...by way of Edinburgh, SCOTLAND...weighing in tonight at 20.3 stone...Chaz Stone!

*He stands up and pulls off his kilt, folding it quickly and stashing it in the corner before preparing for the match ahead with a few last-minute stretches. After the referee checks both men for any concealed foreign objects, he calls for the bell.*

Bailey: And we're off!
Lawless: Oh boy!

*Hensley tosses his sweatshirt into the crowd as the competitors begin to circle one another. Hensley licks his chops, and pounds his chest at Stone, who replies with a simple confident smirk. Hensley goes to lockup, but Stone quickly slaps his arm away. This startles Hensley, and Stone follows up by going around to Hensley's backside. Hensley tries to catch him with a sharp elbow shot, but Stone ducks that, and instantly picks him up for a suplex. Hensley manages to flip out of it though, and throws a stiff kick at Stone the second he lands on his feet. Instantly, however, Stone snatches his leg. Hensley shivers on one foot in disbelief at the big man's maneuvering, as the confident smirk is yet to leave Stone's face. Stone yanks Hensley over to him, and hoists him up by his chest using just his right arm. His amazing display of strength finishes with Hensley getting planted on his ass. Stone shakes his head down at him then leaps up. He drops his leg down hard across Hensley's chest. The force ricochets Hensley upwards a tad with a rather humorous expression on his face. Stone shoves him back down, and covers for the initial pin attempt.*

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Kick out!

Bailey: Ooh, close, but no dose.
Lawless: Its gonna have to take more than just that!

*Stone doesn't allow Hensley anytime to rest, staying on the offensive, he pulls Hensley up to his feet with him. He Irish whips him into the far corner then races at him at full speed. Hensley has only a blink's notice, but somehow sneaks out through the middle rope. Stone loses his breath on impact, and stumbles backwards. Meanwhile, Hensley springboards off from the top rope, and feeds Stone a pretty drop kick. Stone doesn't fall, but finds himself bouncing off the opposing ropes. As he comes back, Hensley bounces off his own side's ropes. Stone eats a European uppercut by Hensley, but still stands. Hensley glares at him for a moment then hits the ropes again. He comes back with another uppercut, but still nothing. Another glare then Hensley repeats himself again. Still, the big man isn't hurting. Hensley goes to the last set of ropes, but Stone's ready this time. He scoops Hensley up, and sticks him with his Seattle Spinebuster out of nowhere. Eagerly, he hooks his leg.*

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Bailey: No!
Lawless: Phew!

*Hensley's shoulder bolts up well ahead of the three count though he shows evident pain in his back. Once again, Stone returns to his feet almost instantly, bringing Hensley with him. He throws his arm over him, and hooks him for a suplex attempt. Hensley blocks him first though. A second time is blocked as well. On his third try though, he's able to suspend Hensley. Instead of just dropping him, Stone decides to show off yet again. As he holds Hensley in midair, he calmly strolls around the ring, even removing his off hand every now and again. After a solid while, and all Hensley's blood has practically reached his head, he drops him to a loud THUD! Hensley lays motionless on the mat, dazed. Stone doesn't go down this time, instead opting for more punishment. He scans the area, and glances back at his prey. He nods to himself then scales the top rope. Hensley, now having rolled to about the center of the ring, is still oblivious as Stone stands tall in the corner. Stone's arms shoot up, and he roars out at the top of his lungs, "Alba Gu Brath!" With that, he flies off, spread-eagled. Luckily, Hensley evasively rolls out of dodge. Stone slams the canvas nastily. He rolls around in agony while Hensley springs up to his feet. Hensley eyes Stone coldly with a devilish smirk of his own. He turns to the corner Stone lifted off from, and jumps up to the top in a single bound. He regains his composure, checks over his shoulder for Stone then flies off at him. Hensley's rock hard forearm clubs Stone in his throat. At last, Hensley makes Stone crash on his own, sending him down on his own ass. That doesn't last long, of course, as Stone pushes himself back up. Hensley's waiting on him though, and springboards off the middle rope. Stone turns right about into an airborne Hensley. He gets caught in a DDT position, but is reluctant to go down again. Hensley has him an inch away from the floor before Stone lifts him back up over his shoulder. Hensley looks around in shock for anything resourceful. Sadly, it all goes in vain as Stone cups his hands around Hensley's feet, and rushes the ropes. He throws Hensley to the outside in spectacular fashion. Hensley's lucky to land on his feet, avoiding any possible serious injuries, but still crashes and burns. Stone folds over the ropes, using them for leverage as he catches his breath while Hensley lays out on the concrete. The ref begins his mandatory ten count.*

1...

2...

3...

4...*Hensley stirs.*

5...

6...*Stone shakes himself off, and climbs through the ropes.*

7...*Hensley meets Stone face to face on the outside.*

*Their noses press together as they trade smack. A shoving match ensues with Stone jolting Hensley over the announcers' table.*

Bailey: Run!
Lawless: Ah!

*Stone rips the top part off, ignoring the ref's warnings from behind. He grabs Hensley by his shoulders, and pulls him back across the table. He throws him over his shoulder, and carries him back over to the apron. While he tries to roll Hensley back in though, he gets raked across the eyes. The ref barks at Hensley, forced to restart his count again also. Stone staggers, Hensley's nails having done serious damage. He keels over, giving Hensley time to get himself situated. By the time Stone is about faced, he's staring at Hensley's back, up top the turnbuckle again. As cameras flash, Hensley propels himself into the air. Stone's jaw drops to the floor as Hensley executes a moonsault, connecting with Stone all the way down to the concrete. A deafening "HOLY SHIT!" chant erupts, followed by another ten count from the ref.*

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...*both men twitch.*

6...

7...*they each begin using the apron for leverage.*

8...

9...*they avoid the count out finish narrowly.*

Bailey: Close again, the fans almost lost out on a clean finish.
Lawless: Lucky for them, these two aren't just your average chumps!

*Back in the ring, they take their time getting up. Hensley gets the drop on Stone, attacking him with relentless stiff kicks. Stone braces himself, and doesn't show much pain. Of course, Hensley's kicks appear far weaker than usual. Suddenly, Stone slaps Hensley across the face. Saliva reaches the other end of the ring as Stone slaps Hensley again. Averting from the slaps, he opens up with a few brutal chops to the man's chest. Each one leaving a disturbing welt. Once Hensley's on the ropes, Stone feeds him a final devastating chop. Breathing heavily, Hensley is whipped across the ring. He comes back to Stone, now more in the center of the ring, and gets turned around by a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Hensley aches at his back, but Stone immediately covers him.*

1...

2...

3-No!

Bailey: Ouch! Another near-fall, and Hensley's back has definitely become the focal point for Stone's arsenal tonight.
Lawless: I'll say, good thing Hensley never has to bend over!

*Hensley releases a sigh of relief, acknowledging his edgy escape. Stone swats the air in frustration. He glares at Hensley, taking him back up. He scoops him up into his arms, appearing to try for his Emerauld Reekie. Hensley hurdles him though, and surprises Stone with a school-boy roll up.*

1...

2...

3-No!

*Stone kicks out with authority, and looks to fire upon Hensley. He's waiting though, and drop kicks Stone low, right at his mouth. Stone falls backwards, his hands clutching at his face, now on one knee. Hensley checks him then breaks for the ropes. He comes back, turning around, but gets absolutely killed with a spear. Stone stays on top of him, hooking his leg with his own.*

1...

2...

3!

No!

Bailey: Ball game-
Lawless: Not a chance!

*Stone's eyes go wide at the ref's call. He urges for the third, but the ref waves it off. He snarls, and brings Hensley up yet again with him. He bends him over, possibly setting up for his Edinburgh Crush. He hoists Hensley up onto his shoulder, but the spunky man squirms free. Stone turns right around into a roaring elbow that completely obliterates his nose. Hensley comes back with a swift kick to the gut that keels the big man over. Catching the ropes, he races at them. He springs off the middle one, apparently looking for a lionsault. Stone stumbles off though, and Hensley ends up just accomplishing a backflip. Hensley rushes Stone, ducking a clothesline from him. He comes back, springing off of the middle rope again. This time, he soars over Stone, but catches him in an inverted DDT position. In an instant, he drops him. He negates going for the pin, opting to go up top again. He wastes no time, signaling his Viva La Eddie taunt then jumps off. He lands a perfect frog splash that garners a huge pop. He hooks the leg almost on instinct.*

1...

2...

3!

NO!

Bailey: Is that it?
Lawless: No, he kicked out!
Fink: 15 minutes remain in this match.

*Hensley can't believe it, the crowd can't believe it, not even Stone can really believe it.*

Bailey: What a match we've seen out of these two men thus far!
Lawless: And this is only the opening match, folks! It can only get better than this!
Bailey: Are you sure about that? These two are putting on quite the show.
Lawless: That they are...mmmmmmm...
Bailey: You, Jeannie, are incorrigible.
Lawless: That's why they love me here. But really, this match was pretty much tacked on--no buildup, no hatred between the two, no titles on the line. Getting those factors involved, we're bound to see hotter and more wicked matches tonight.
Bailey: You raise a good point, but it sounds like you're undermining their efforts to put on an entertaining match here by basically saying it's not an important one--how long have they been up?
Lawless: For a while now, Tom. You should really start paying attention--this is a good match!
Bailey: But I...but--*sigh*

*Indeed the two men are to their feet, and trading hefty chops to boot. The crowd "Woo!"s with each blow, and Chaz seems to be gaining the upper hand. Hensley swings the pendulum of momentum back in his favor with a trio of stiff kicks to Chaz's ribs, but Chaz catches a fourth kick, thrusts his leg back down, and floors him with a quick big boot. Chaz walks away for a bit and catches his breath while Hensley recovers. That doesn't last long--Hensley pops up and staggers Chaz with a crispy superkick that drives him into the ropes. Hensley charges, but Chaz is ready, back body dropping him over the ropes upon his approach. Hensley missteps a bit, but largely catches himself on the apron. He throws a hook when Chaz turns around, but Chaz feints out of the way and responds with a potent headbutt, then rams Hensley head-first into the cold steel of the ring post. Hensley drops off the apron from the impact while Chaz gets on the top turnbuckle. Measuring his mark, Chaz leaps into the air at his foe and drills him with a nasty flying elbow drop, Shane-O-Mac style. The crowd goes ballistic for the high-risk move, and chants of "HOLY SHIT!" ring through the arena once again as Chaz grips his arm--and Hensley sputters and coughs on the floor.*

Bailey: Huge risk paid off for the big Scot with that move!
Lawless: I don't know about that--looks like he's hurt himself pretty badly, along with Hensley. I don't understand why people see the need to do that to themselves, especially bigger guys like these two that can get by on being crazy big and overly strong!
Bailey: I think it's because they're usually typecast as bad wrestlers because of just what you mentioned.
Lawless: Come again?
Bailey: Well, most bigger guys in this business are portrayed as immobile bulwarks, and they tend to wrestle like it, too. Scant few bigger men specialize in more agile maneuvers, not by choice, but because of the sheer size limitation and lack of mobility. To break beyond that stereotype is to solidify yourself as the real deal in many cases. Look at the legcay of the likes of Bam Bam Bigelow, Mike Awesome, or Vader--the standard-bearers for such big men.
Lawless: I always had a crush on Mike Awesome, may he rest in peace.
Bailey: You have a crush on every boy here.
Lawless: *terse* I have a crush on every MAN here, thank you very much.

*Both men recover during this back-and-forth, barely beating the 10 count. Chaz locks Hensley in a boston crab, wrenching at the back and legs of Hensley. Hensley screams in pain, but slowly crawls towards the ropes. A fingertip away, Chaz drags Hensley back to the center of the ring and redoubles his efforts. Hensley crawls on his elbows back towards the ropes, in agonizing pain with each movement, but he finally reaches the ropes. The ref calls for a break, and Chaz quickly complies, frustrated that he's not finished this yet. After Chaz stands up, Hensley chop blocks Chaz to the ground, then goes up top for...something. Staring right out at the bigger man, Hensley leaps forth and flips forward with a pretty SSP. Chaz pulls his knees up just in time, though, and Hensley crashes into them chest-first at full force, collapsing backwards. Chaz goes for the cover...*

1...

2...

3-no!

*The big Scot scoops up his foe, but Hensley swings back with a hook. Chaz ducks and grabs the arm with a hammerlock, then uses his other arm to put Hensley's other arm in a half nelson. Using this restraining hold from police CQC, he charged screaming at the turnbuckle nearest, sandwiching Hensley between the hard pads and his larger body and releasing the hold. Chaz walks away and waves his arms up and down to rouse the crowd to his side. With the clapping of the crowd to guide his tempo, he spins back to Hensley's prone body trapped in the turnbuckle and points. He roars, then takes off running at full speed, driving his boot into the back of Hardcore's head with a murderous Yakuza kick. He then quickly turns back to a base and nails a beautiful Russian leg sweep out of the corner. Chaz goes for the pin...*

1...

2...

3-no!

Bailey: Hardcore just gets his foot on the ropes to keep this match going.
Lawless: He's got to be getting tired of this. What's it going to take to put this man away?
Bailey: My guess? His finisher.
Lawless: ...you smartass.

*Chaz picks his opponent back up, but Hensley quickly hits a back body drop to stop his plans. Afer a few stomps to Chaz's face, Hensley mocks the big Scot to a light round of boos. He then bounds off the ropes in hopes of landing a big drop move, but eats a toe kick from a rising Chaz. Chaz lifts him off the ground with a gutwrench to set up for the Edinburgh Crush, but Hensley wriggles out. Feeling the change, both men take off to opposing ropes at the same time. They charge each other. Hensley ducks a lariat from Chaz, both men rebound. Chaz hurdles a sliding kick from Hensley, they rebound. Hensley spins away from a big boot, both men rebound. Chaz sidesteps a shoulderblock, they rebound. Finally, both men have the same idea--they both lean their heads down for spears as they return. With a "BOOM!" that sounds to be much more than the sound of its parts, both men collide chest-to-chest, their arms locked with each other in a double knuckle lock, neither man gaining the advantage. The blasting strike turns into a test of strength, each man struggling through pain and fatigue to muscle the other one to the ground. Hensley gains the advantage momentarily, pinning Chaz to the mat twice for two-counts, but the Scotsman works his way back up, pinning Hardcore for a two-count before he gets a shoulder up. Chaz does it again, but Hardcore lifts the other shoulder this time. Chaz pins him for a third two-count before Hensley bridges out impressively. Chaz, growing tired of all this, jumps up and, using the knuckle lock as support, twists his body so that his legs drop onto Hensley's neck and chest with great force. He goes for a pin, but only gets a two-count out of it.*

Bailey: Oh my goodness! What a leg drop, but what's it going to take to put Hensley away?
Lawless: Stop stealing my lines!
Bailey: I'm serious, I don't think you can tire this guy enough to stop him!
Lawless: I wouldn't mind trying, though...
Bailey: Stop that, Jeannie, this is a family program!
Lawless: Oh, since when?
Bailey: Since now!
Fink: 5 minutes remain in this match!

*While those two bicker, the men in the ring continue raining down Hell on each other. Chaz has Hensley bent over and is charging to possibly kick his head off, but Hensley stops him with a powerslam. The automatic cover gets him two, but Chaz still kicks out with power in reserve. Hensley quickly goes for--and lands--a Lionsault, and Chaz nearly doesn't kick out in time. Hensley shows obvious frustration with all of this, ready to end this match. He pulls the bigger man to his feet and sets up for the Pizza Cutta, but Chaz thinks fast and scoops him up, hitting an atomic drop. He picks Hensley up again from there and, with all his might, pushes Hensley at the ropes from this position near the center of the ring. Hensley quickly catches himself on the ropes, bounds back towards his foe, and drills him to the mat with a springboard dropkick, much to the audience's delight. He goes for the pin...*

1...

2...

3!

NO!

Bailey: What a move! A man that big shouldn't move like that!
Lawless: Hot guys, hot action--I love W*I*G!
Bailey: Point of reference, how long's this match been going on?
Lawless: I've got...oh crap!
Bailey: What, what?!
Lawless: We've got all of 90 seconds left!
Bailey: Wow...time flies when you're having fun, eh?

*Hensley, after arguing the count with the ref for the duration of the commentary snippet above, quickly locks in a full nelson with Chaz still seated. Chaz seems to fade and strain a little bit, but he eventually scoots himself so his legs hook the bottom rope. Hensley uses most of the full five-count before he lets go, then kicks Chaz right in the small of the back. He bounds off the ropes and hits a big dropkick to the back of Chaz's head, making him collapse. A cover yields two and three-quarters, drawing Hensley's ire further.*

Fink: 1 minute remains in this match!

*Sensing time is running out on him, Hensley picks Chaz up and goes for the Pizza Cutta again, but Chaz blocks with a stunning reverse suplex. Chaz slowly toddles over to the turnbuckle and climbs it, looking for Hail St. Andrew. Hensley is struggling to rise, so Chaz drops down and helps him up. Hensley again goes for the big finisher, but Chaz wriggles out and crushes the back of his head with an elbow bunt. Hensley catches Chaz off guard with another superkick that spins him around to the center of the ring. Hensley bounds off the ropes for something with Chaz's back turned. It turns out to be a lariat. Too bad for him, since Chaz has the same idea, spinning around in the nick of time. Both men flatten each other with big lariats, both men hit the floor at the same time. The ref begins the mandatory ten-count, with the crowd counting it off with him.*

1!

2!

3!

4!

5! *both men start stirring*

6!

7!

8!--*ding ding!*

Bailey: Wait, what?!
Lawless: Does this mean...
Finkel: We have reached the 30 minute time limit. Therefore, the referee's ruling declares this match to be a draw.

*The crowd seems displeased that the match has ended like this, as well as the two competitors, who've shaken at least a few of the cobwebs out of their heads now. A "Five more minutes!" chant erupts through the arena, one that Chaz joins in on gladly. Hensley, meanwhile, gets in the ref's face about it, hoping some intimidation lets him get his way. The ref will not be swayed, however, and so the match ends. Chaz, though disappointed the match ended like it did, sticks his hand out for a shake. Hensley looks around the crowd, then gives him a brief, neutral shake--no hostility, no affection, merely a business-like shake.*

Lawless: Noooo...come back, my pretties...
Bailey: It turns out they really are two tigers of the same stripe. I hope this isn't the last time we get to see them in the ring.
Lawless: Me either.
Bailey: Are you saying you liked the athletic display from both men, or do you just want to ogle them both at the same time again?
Lawless: ...can I have both?
Bailey: You're hopeless.

[James E. Colvin]

*We go back down to ringside for another match.

Tom: Here is a match we’ve all been waiting for.

Jeannie: Yep. These two have had a grudge for a while now. And last month, it heated up!

Tom: In fact, we have a little video package showing everything that’s happened between the two so far.

*A video package showing the past few months for Vin Beverly and Andy Duke is shown. It shows Vin first introducing himself to Andy and Alexa, highlights of their first match at Vindication, especially the controversial end, some backstage encounters, their match at date with destiny, especially the finish and after the match where Vin spits on Duke, and lastly, their backstage altercation last week.

Tom: A short, but storied rivalry.

Jeannie: I can’t wait any longer, lets get this show on the road!

* “The Island(intro)” by The Decemberists plays over the sound system as Vin Beverly, who looks cockier than ever, comes down to ringside. He gets into the ring, and awaits his opponent.

* “Date with the Night” by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs plays, as Andy Duke, who like always is accompanied by Alexa King, comes down to the ring, looking more focused than ever. He has visible welting and bruising on his chest from the attack by Beverly earlier in the week. He and Alexa get into the ring, as Howard Finkel prepares for the pre-match introductions.

Howard Finkel: The following match is a grudge match and is scheduled for one fall and has a 60 minute time limit. Also, there are no count outs. And finally, if Andy Duke does not win this match, he will never be able to challenge Vin Beverly again.

*The crowd cheers, as they are ready for this match.

Finkel: So, first, the man to my right, from Panama City, Florida, weighing in at 255 pounds….Viiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnn BEV-ER-LY!

*The crowd boos!

Finkel: And his opponent…being accompanied to the ring this evening by Alexa King, From Chewelah, Washington, weighing 227 pounds, representing the King‘s Court….(*Andy whispers something in Finkel’s ear)….And be man who will finally settle the score, proving just what a real man is…..AN-DY…DUUUUUUUUUKE!

*Alexa wishes Dukes luck for the last time and leaves the ring. Vin Beverly blatantly looks at Alexa’s backside as she leaves the ring. Duke see’s this, but it doesn’t seem to effect him.

Jeannie: Beverly starting off with the mind games early here this evening.

Tom: Well, they don’t seem to be effecting Andy at all right now. And who is to say that they’re mind games.

Jeannie: Well, I for one want this match to begin, and begin soon!

*The referee explains the rules to both men, and signals for the bell to start this match. The crowd chants “Fuck him up Andy, Fuck him up!”. The two go for a handshake in the middle of the ring. They shake hands, but when they do, Duke pushes Beverly in the chest. The bell rings, and this match is underway.

Jeannie: These two rivals cannot wait any longer.

Tom: Rivals indeed as you see the shove right after the handshake. This is Andy’s third attempt to beat Vin Beverly. Each time, he’s gotten a little bit closer. Can the third time be the charm? Is tonight Andy Duke’s night?

*Both men circle around each other, before locking up in the center of the ring. They transition into a Greco-Roman knuckle-lock, with neither man gaining an advantage until Andy Duke kicks Vin Beverly in one arm, and Vin returns the favor to Andy‘s, breaking the hold. They lock up again, and a quick arm drag by Beverly sends Duke to the canvas.

Tom: Great display of athleticism by Vin Beverly!

*Duke gets up to one knee as Beverly eggs him on. The crowd, which was pro-Andy Duke earlier, begins to divide, as dueling chants of “Lets go Beverly!” and “Lets go Duke!” trickle through the crowd.

Tom: Supporters of both Andy Duke and Vin Beverly in attendance tonight here at the WIGsphere.

*The two tie up again, and Andy Duke gets the advantage, going behind with a hammerlock, but Beverly counters that with a hammerlock of his own. Duke counters that with a drop toe-hold, and quickly locks a headlock on Beverly. Both men begin to stand, but Duke takes Beverly down with a side headlock takeover. Beverly’s shoulders are down, but he gets one up before the referee can begin his count. Duke keeps the headlock locked in, and Beverly’s shoulders hit the mat again. This time, the referee is in position, but is only able to make a 1 count before Beverly kicks out. Again, Beverly’s shoulders are flush to the mat, and again, only a 1 count. Both men begin to stand again, headlock still locked in. Beverly pushes Duke towards the ropes, and pushes him out of the headlock with an Irish whip. Duke rebounds off the ropes and hits a shoulder block, knocking Beverly down again.

Jeannie: Duke in the driver’s seat so far.

Tom: But never count out Beverly!

*Beverly stands again, but Duke takes him down with a side headlock takeover, and again locks in the headlock. But Beverly counters it with a leg scissor headlock. Duke is able to escape quickly, and kips up. Beverly quickly gets up, too, and the two men are at a stalemate. The crowd cheers and applauds.

Jeannie: After that, both men are back to their feet.

*Duke and Beverly lock up in a Greco-Roman knuckle lock once again, and Duke takes Beverly down with a drop toe hold. Duke puts a knee to Beverly’s back and locks in a chin-lock. He then switches it up, by bringing both of Beverly’s arms back, and driving a knee into the back. Beverly, rolls out of it, however, and kicks Duke in the chest, causing him to fall back. Beverly quickly gets up, as Duke gets up to one knee.

Tom: Both men taking their time with their game plans here.

*Duke stays low to the ground, but cannot launch an attack from there, so he gets back to his feet. The two tie up in the middle of the ring, and Duke locks in another headlock. Duke takes him down again. Beverly’s shoulders are on the mat. The ref counts…1...Kickout!

Tom: Duke trying his hardest not to let Beverly sneak out of here with a win.

Jeannie: And so far, he’s been awesome at it.

*Another 1 count occurs as Beverly lays flat on the mat once again. Both men begin to stand again, and Beverly gets out of the headlock by Irish Whipping Duke into the ropes. This time, however, Beverly ducks the rebound attack, and Duke runs into the ropes again. On this rebound, Beverly leap-frogs over Duke. Beverly, however, fails to turn around, and Duke stops running. When Beverly turns around, he is met with yet another side headlock takeover. Beverly counters it with a headscissor, but Duke is able to escape and kip up again. Duke panders to the crowd, turns around, and is met with a vicious chop by Beverly, which knocks him down to the canvas.

Tom: Oooh! What a chop!

*Duke gets up to his knees, and tries to strike low again, but cannot get any offense. When he stands up, he is met with a picture-perfect dropkick right to the chest by Beverly. Duke slides out to the outside.

Tom: That chest is still hurt from that vicious attack backstage earlier this week! Those chops and kicks aren’t going to help matters.

Jeannie: Well, at least not for Andy Duke. They will for Vin Beverly.

Tom: Indeed.

*Duke takes his time on the outside. The camera goes in for a closer view, and there is a visible hand print on his chest. Duke finally gets back into the ring, and the two lock up again. Duke is back into the corner, but the ref forces them to break the hold. Once the hold is broken, Duke pushes Beverly in the chest, which causes him to fall over. He quickly gets back up though. Duke charges Beverly, but Beverly takes him down with an armdrag. Both men are back up, and Beverly hits another armdrag, this time however, he locks in an armbar at the end of it.

Jeannie: And with that, Beverly now is in control.

*Beverly willingly releases the armbar, but still keeps a hold of Duke’s wrist, and pushes Duke’s arm down against the mat. Both of Duke’s shoulders are down, and the ref begins to count.

1

2

*Duke kicks out at 2. Beverly know locks both of Duke’s hands in a Greco-Roman knuckle lock, while Duke is still on his back. Beverly gets on top of Duke, and presses a knee to the chest and gets another 2 count. Again, Beverly puts a knee to Duke’s chest and gets another 2 count, but this time, Duke bridges out of it. Now Beverly puts both knees on Duke’s midsection, but Duke continues to hold the bridge, supporting the whole weight of Vin Beverly, all the while, the knuckle lock is still being applied.

Tom: What strength by Duke!

*Duke begins to push Beverly’s hands up off the mat, still while keeping the bridge, and both men get back to their feet, knuckle lock still being applied. Duke pushes Beverly back into the corner, and both men release the knuckle lock. Duke monkey flips Beverly out of the corner, but he lands on his feet, and the two men stare each other down again.

Jeannie: I still can’t get over that bridge Duke did. He carried all 255 pounds of Vin Beverly!

Tom: That was quite amazing to watch, and it goes to show you how much Andy wants to win this. How much both men want to win this.

Jeannie: I love a strong man.

*Both men are cautious to lock up again, as the crowd begins to get into this match again. The two men lock up in yet another knuckle lock, and Duke rolls onto his back, and kicks Beverly in one of his hands, causing him to release his grip on that hand. Duke spins on the ground and gets back up to his feet, causing Beverly’s wrist to be bent at an odd angle. Duke takes Beverly down by the wrist, and continues to tweak it.

Tom: Ooh! The pain that must be going through Vin’s wrist right now!

*Beverly is on his back, while Duke is on one knee above him, still holding the wrist. He begins to bend back Beverly’s fingers. Duke stands up, still holding the wrist, and dives down quickly on the mat, causing Beverly’s hand to hit the canvas quite hard. Duke stands up, and Beverly slowly follows suit.

Tom: That wrist and hand of Beverly’s isn’t going to feel good tomorrow!

Jeannie: I doubt it feels to good right now.

*Both men lock up again in a Greco-Roman knuckle lock. And once again, Duke rolls onto his back, kicks the wrist and tweaks the other! He takes him down to the mat by the wrist again.

Jeannie: Holy déjà vu!

Tom: You’re not kidding! Duke has found a few moves that have worked for him, and continues to exploit them.

*Duke locks in the knuckle lock again, and forces Beverly’s shoulders to the canvas. The ref counts…

1

2

*Beverly forcefully kicks out. Duke again forces the shoulders down, keeping the knuckle lock locked in.

1

2

*Beverly kicks out again, and begins to stand up, forcing both men to their feet. Beverly pushes Duke into the corner, still with the knuckle lock being applied. The referee asks for a break, and Beverly obliges, but tosses Duke out of the corner with a monkey flip. When Duke gets back to his feet, Beverly hits him with a thunderous chop. Duke rolls back out to the floor. Beverly tries to follow him out there, but the ref stops him.

Jeannie: What is the ref doing?

Tom: Even though this is a grudge match, the referee has to hold some sort of order here.

*Once again, Duke takes his time on the floor, as he does not want to feel anymore chops on that already injured chest. A fan begins to criticize Duke.

Fan: You’re a pussy

Duke: Look at you! You’re pathetic!

*The referee begins to tell Duke to get back into the ring, but Duke still takes his time. Vin Beverly asks for a microphone.

Vin: Hey, Duke, if you don’t into the ring and finish this, maybe tonight, I’ll show Alexa just how a real man…wrestles.

*Duke looks towards the ring and has a sick smile on his face. The same fan tries to heckle him again, and Duke threatens to hit them. Duke finally gets back into the ring, and the two men lock up in the center of the ring. Duke pushes Beverly back into the corner, but Beverly slaps Duke hard in the face! Duke slaps Beverly even harder, which causes Beverly to fall back into the corner. Duke hits Beverly with a series of hard slaps to the face. This causes Beverly to fall to the canvas. Duke grabs the ropes, and then stands on Beverly’s chest with both feet. The ref tells him to break the hold, and begins to count.

1

2

3

4

*Duke breaks the hold, and tells the referee “I have ‘til 5!”

Tom: Shades of Bryan Danielson there!

*Beverly gets back up, but he’s still in the corner. Duke goes towards him, and attempts to Irish Whip him into the opposite corner, but Beverly reverses it, and whips Duke into the opposite corner, while he follows. Duke bounces off and attempts to charge Beverly, but Beverly hits him with a back body drop.

Tom: BIIIIGGG Back body drop there by Beverly.

Jeannie: Neither man can seem to gain a clear-cut advantage here!

*Both men are back to their feet, and Beverly takes Duke with a drop toe hold. Beverly begins to torque Duke’s leg, and looks like he’s going to lock in an STF, but rather, grabs the nose of Duke and begins to pull back. That is definitely not a legal maneuver, and the referee begins to count.

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*Beverly quickly breaks the hold. He stands up, and grabs the other leg. He tries to lock in a surfboard, but as he’s pulling back, Duke gets an arm free, and Beverly falls back onto the canvas. Both men stand up again, and just stare at each other.

Jeannie: Another stand-still!

*Both men circle around each other again before locking up. Duke pushes Beverly back into the corner, and chops Beverly hard across the chest, and he follows it up with a slap across the face. And then another slap, and another chop. Duke pulls him out of the corner, and hits him with a forearm across the back of the neck. He drags Beverly to the center of the ring, and looks to lock in a surfboard of his own. Duke looks to have it locked in, but Beverly uses his legs to power out of it, catapulting Duke onto his back. Both men stand up and stare at each other again.

Tom: These two have been very evenly matched so far.

*The two look to be going for a Greco-Roman knuckle lock, but instead switch it up and go for a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Beverly grabs Duke’s arm, and tries to take him down, but Duke won’t allow that, so Beverly stomps on Duke’s foot. Beverly wrings the arm. Beverly holds it for a few seconds, but Duke rolls through and takes Beverly down with an arm drag. But Beverly hangs on, causing Duke’s wrist to be in an awkward position as he lies face down on the mat.

Jeannie: Duke may break that wrist into two!

*Beverly, who is on his back laying perpendicular to Duke, puts his foot to the neck of Duke, allowing Beverly to try and pull Duke’s shoulder out of socket. He uses the other foot to kick Duke in the armpit. Beverly transitions it into a hammerlock, and tries to spin him into a backslide pin, but cannot do it. Beverly still holds the hammerlock, and bridges, causing substantial pain to Duke’s arm. Beverly releases the bridge after Duke fails to submit, but still holds hammerlock. He grabs the other arm, and backslides Duke. The referee is in position

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*Duke kicks out. Beverly still keeps a hold of that hammerlock. Duke begins to stand, and breaks the hammerlock, but Beverly grabs a front headlock, with one arm butterflied. Duke forces Beverly into the corner. The referee calls for a break, which he gets. Duke chops Beverly hard across the chest. Beverly fires back with a chop of his own, which sends Duke down to the canvas. Duke gets back up, and Beverly wrings Duke’s arm. Duke rolls through it however, and dropkicks Beverly. Both men are on one knee, as Duke holds his shoulder and Beverly grasps his face.

Tom: Both men back to their feet. They both are still very cautious at this point.

Jeannie: Well, each man knows first hand that one mistake can cost you the match

*Both men take their time before locking up again. Duke goes around back with a waist lock, and hit’s a belly to back suplex on Beverly. Duke gets up around Beverly’s head, and starts driving knees into his head! Beverly quickly rolls to his back, as Duke locks in a Greco-Roman knuckle lock. Both of Beverly’s shoulders are down. The ref counts

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*Beverly kicks out. Duke stands up, while Beverly stays down, the knuckle lock still applied. Beverly kips up, breaking the hold, and goes behind with a waist lock. Duke goes to the corner and grabs the ropes, which forces a break. Once Beverly breaks the hold, Duke hits Beverly with an elbow to the jaw, knocking Beverly down to the canvas.

Tom: What a hit!

*Beverly’s back up, but Duke takes him down with a snapmare. Duke runs towards the corner, and runs out with a knee drop to Beverly’s head. Both men back up, and Duke takes him down with another snapmare, and kicks him in the back. Duke pushes Beverly down flat on the canvas, and hits another knee drop. Duke goes for a cover, but does not hook the leg. The referee is in position

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*Beverly kicks out after only 1. Duke locks in a headlock, and forces the shoulders of Beverly down again, but for only a 1 count. Again, both of Beverly’s shoulders lay on the mat, but again, only for a one count. Beverly rolls onto his side, but Duke grabs his arms and locks him in a straight jacket. Beverly stands up, but Duke forces him back down with a foot to the back of the knee. Beverly begins to lean forwards towards the ropes, but Duke falls back, driving both of knees into Beverly’s back, all the while still maintaining the straight jacket. Beverly now rolls onto his stomach, still in the hold. Beverly arches forward, forcing dragon to flip forward into a seated position, and now Beverly locks Duke in a straight jacket of his own.

Tom: Now Beverly turns the tide.

*Duke tries to stand, but much like he did before, Beverly forces Duke down with a foot to the back of the knee, and then falls back, driving the knees to the back. Beverly lays like that for a few moments, causing great stretching to the back, but Duke gets his legs free and rolls backwards, and now he has the straight jacket applied to Beverly again.

Tom: Looking for that choke hold here again!

Jeannie: And he has it locked it!

*Beverly stands up, still in the hold and walks backwards into the corner. The ref asks for a break, but does not get one, so Beverly bends forward at the waist, causing Duke to flip forward and break the hold. Duke stands up, and is met with a chop by Beverly. Duke backs up into the corner, and Beverly chops him hard again. Duke walks to the adjacent corner, but Beverly follows, and hits him with another chop. Duke falls to a seated position in the corner, and Beverly begins to stomp away at him.

Tom: Beverly, with a series of mudhole stomps!

*One time however, Duke grabs Beverly’s foot, and trips him. Still with the ankle, he turns Beverly over to his back. He crosses Beverly’s legs, and locks in an STF. Duke can’t get a good hold of it, so he releases it, but quickly transitions into a bow and arrow lock. Beverly is able to roll into the ropes, causing Duke to break the hold, but not after driving a knee into the back of Beverly’s head.

Tom: That can cause a concussion if he’s not careful!

Jeannie: I doubt he was trying to be careful.

Tom: Point taken.

*Duke ties Beverly up in the ropes so that he is standing with his back towards the ring. Duke runs, and hit’s a front dropkick. Beverly goes down in a slump. Duke goes for the cover.

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*Beverly gets his foot on the rope. Duke is upset, and he hooks that leg. The referee begins to count again

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*Beverly gets his other foot on the rope. Duke hooks both legs. The referee begins to count again.

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*Beverly kicks out again. Duke picks Beverly up, as we can now see that Duke is slightly bleeding from his chest. He props Beverly up in the corner and hit’s a chop, a European uppercut, a chop, a slap, another chop, and he pulls Beverly out of the corner and hits him with a jumping double knee strike to the face. Beverly sits down against the ropes, and Duke kicks him in the chest.

Tom: Ouch!

Jeannie: That one even hurt me!

*Duke picks Beverly up and hits him with another European uppercut, but Beverly strikes back with a stiff chop. Duke retreats to the corner, and Beverly hits another chop. Beverly Irish whips Duke to the opposite corner, but Duke is able to jump to the top turnbuckle and do a back flip over Beverly, who was following him into the corner. Beverly goes chest first into the corner. Duke runs into the ropes, and looks to do some type of rebound attack to Beverly, but Beverly scouts it, and runs and hit’s a vicious leg lariat on Duke.

Tom: Nice scouting by Beverly there!

Jeannie: And an even nicer leg lariat!

*Both men are up and go for punches, but Beverly ducks, and grabs Duke. He strings him diagonally across his back like a satchel, and then spins him around, driving a knee to the back.

Tom: What an inverted back breaker!

*But Duke stays on his feet. Beverly rebounds off the ropes, and hit’s a lariat which turns Duke inside out. He goes for the cover. He hooks the leg
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*Duke kicks out! Beverly spins Duke over to his stomach, and once again attempts to lock in a surfboard. This time, he gets it, but he over-rolls so that Duke’s shoulders are on the canvas. But his shoulders are on the ground, too. The referee counts the double-pin.

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*Both men kick out at 2. Beverly picks Duke up, sets him up in the corner and hits him with a vicious chop, which causes Duke to walk to the next corner, but Beverly follows. Beverly attempts to Irish whip Duke into the opposite corner, but Duke counters. Beverly, however, stops short of the corner, and super kicks Duke, who was running right behind in the chest. Beverly springboards to the top rope, and goes for a sunset flip pin attempt! The referee begins to count

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*Duke rolls out, and goes for a pin of his own

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*Beverly pushes Duke back, causing him to fall back into the sunset flip position. The ref counts again.

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*Once again, Duke rolls out and goes for another pin attempt of his own. The referee is in position

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*Beverly kicks out, and that appears to be the end of that series of near falls.


Tom: But how much energy was wasted on all those kick outs?
*Both men struggle to get to their feet. Duke does first, and kicks a rising Beverly in the back, which causes him to fall to a seated position. Duke picks Beverly up in a side headlock, but Beverly Irish whips out of it, and hits Duke with a hard chop on the way back, causing Duke to fall to the canvas. He goes for a pin attempt. He hooks the leg. The referee begins to count

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*Duke kicks out. Beverly picks Duke up and puts him in the corner. He lifts him up to the top rope. He attempts a superplex, but Duke pushes him off the second rope down to the canvas. Beverly gets up, and Duke hits him with a diving shoulder tackle from the second rope. Rather than going for a cover, Duke rolls Beverly over and attempts a surfboard. He is able to lock it in, and to add extra pain, he modifies it into a chinlock. Duke holds the chinlock for a long time before he breaks the hold. Beverly lays under the ropes and grabs them. Duke doesn’t care, as he stomps at him once, and then stands on his face. The ref begins to make a 5 count.

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*Duke climbs off Beverly’s face. A fan heckles Duke about his now bloody and bruised chest.

Duke: This(pointing to his chest)? This is nothing!

*He then brushes his chest, as if to figuratively brush off the chops given to him by Beverly. Duke picks Beverly up off the canvas, and goes behind him with a waist lock. Atomic drop from Duke sends Beverly back on the canvas. Duke stomps away at Beverly again. Duke picks him back up and delivers a scoop slam. Duke climbs the top rope, and looks to be going for the swan dive head butt. He hooks the leg. The referee begins to count.

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*Beverly kicks out! Duke begins to argue with the referee as to whether or not that was a 2 or a 3 count. Duke picks Beverly up, and goes behind him and locks him in an abdominal stretch. While the referee is focused on Beverly, asking him if he wants to give up, Duke grabs the top rope for extra leverage.

Tom: Why is Andy Duke resorting to these methods?
Jeannie: Well, he said earlier tonight that he would probably do some things that will make people hate him, at least for tonight. And the W*I*G faithful are letting him hear it tonight.

Tom: That’s because they know Andy is better athlete than that, and he doesn’t need to resort to such methods.

*The referee finally catches Duke, and kicks his arm, causing Duke to release his grasp on the rope. This distraction gives Beverly all the opening he needs, as he counters with a hip toss. He then runs into the ropes, but he runs right back into another abdominal stretch.

Jeannie: Well, that didn’t work out as well as he would have hoped.

*Duke contemplates using the ropes again, but decides not to. He falls back, and has Beverly in a modified pin attempt. The referee begins to count

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*Beverly again kicks out. Duke releases that pin attempt, and locks in another Greco-Roman knuckle lock. Beverly’s shoulders are down…

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*Another two count. Duke forces the shoulders down again…

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*And yet another two count. Duke stands, and lifts Beverly up. He butterflies the arms, perhaps looking for the butterfly suplex, but Beverly stops all attempts. He tries to charge Duke back first into the corner, and he does, causing Duke to break the hold. Just seconds after the hold is broken, Duke hits Beverly with a huge elbow to the jaw, knocking Beverly down on the canvas again.

Tom: That may have knocked him out!

*Duke looking like he wants another surfboard, but instead jumps, driving the knees of Beverly straight into the canvas. Duke goes for his reverse lion-tamer style submission hold, the Cidal Lock!

Tom: The Cidal Lock! This might be it!
Jeannie: I haven’t seen Andy bust out the Cidal Lock in ages!

Tom: That just goes to show you the importance of this match!

*Beverly is able to get to the ropes. While Beverly is still on his stomach, Duke bars his shoulder, and begins twisting his wrist. Beverly again gets to the ropes. Duke waits until 4 in the referees count to break the hold, and when he does, he jars the shoulder back. Beverly rolls to his stomach, and Duke comes out of the corner with a knee drop to the face. Duke goes for a cover.

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*Beverly kicks out. Duke locks in another Greco-Roman knuckle lock, and mounts Beverly. His shoulders are down.

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*Beverly bridges out of the pin. Duke slides off the bridge, and he moves around. He quickly releases the knuckle lock, but replaces that by standing on Beverly’s hands!

Tom: What a sound and unorthodox maneuver by Duke.

Jeannie: Yep. Vin has two options, try and maintain that bridge, or fall, causing another pin attempt.

*Beverly does eventually stop bridge, thus causing his shoulders to be against the mat.

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*Beverly kicks out again. Duke gets off Beverly’s hands, and runs into the ropes. Off the rebound, he his another knee drop to Beverly’s mug. Duke picks Beverly up, and scoop slams him down.

Tom: Duke is just really laying into Beverly here.

Jeannie: Yep. He seems to have a good balance of anger and focus.

*With Beverly down, Duke climbs up the top rope. Duke signals for the diving head butt, but is taking his time. He finally jumps, but Beverly rolls out of the way, and Duke hits nothing but canvas.

Tom: No water in the pool there!

*Both men struggle to their feet. Beverly quickly rolls Duke up. The referee is in position to make the count

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*Duke kicks out. Beverly goes for an Oklahoma roll. And the referee is still in position to make the count.

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*And once again, Duke kicks out. Both men are up, and Beverly leans back into a corner. Duke charges with an elbow, but Beverly ducks and runs to the opposite corner. Duke stays in the corner, and Beverly charges him now, and Duke tries to kick him in the face, but Beverly side-steps the boot, picks him up, and hit’s a huge leg-cradle backbreaker! He goes for the pin

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*Duke kicks out. Beverly picks him and backs him into the corner. In the corner, he chops him hard across the chest. And again. And a third chop. He lifts him up to the top rope, and he climbs up to the top rope as well. Top rope superplex!

Tom: That might be it!

Jeannie: But it looks to have taken a lot out of Vin as well.

*Vin Beverly slowly makes the cover, not hooking the leg. The referee begins making the count.

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*Last second kick out by Duke. Beverly is to his feet.

Tom: And according to the time keeper sitting next to us, we are half an hour into this match!

*Beverly grabs Duke’s legs, and is going for a Boston Crab, but he modifies it, putting a knee into Duke’s back! But Beverly is too tired to completely synch in the move, and Duke is able to crawl to the ropes, thus breaking the hold.
Tom: And that rope break causes the move to have to be broken by a count of five.

*Duke rolls to the outside, and Beverly walks out to the apron, and runs and jumps off, hitting Duke in the face with a diving forearm!

Tom: One key thing here is that in this half-hour plus, we’ve only seen Beverly hit two backbreakers.

Jeannie: Yeah, if he can hit more, then this match will end soon.

*Beverly rolls Duke back into the ring, but Duke gets up quickly, and stomps away at Beverly’s back once he rolls in after. He picks him up, and delivers a hard forearm to the face. Beverly turns around and falls into the ropes. Duke grabs him with a waistlock, and hits a bridging German suplex. The ref begins to count

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*Beverly kicks out, but Duke keeps a hold of Beverly’s waist as both men stand. Another German, but no pin, but Duke keeps a hold of Beverly. Both men stand up, and another German, this time with a pin

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*Beverly kicks out at the last minute. Duke releases his grip on Beverly’s waist, but immediately grabs Beverly and locks him in a cross-face chickenwing! Beverly struggles to try and break free, and is able to get his foot on the bottom rope, causing a break.

Tom: And another rope break!

*Duke stands, and picks up Beverly. Duke goes behind, and tries to attempt a Belly-to-back suplex, but Beverly is able to roll through and land on his feet. Beverly grabs a waistlock of his own, and charges forwards towards the ropes. Duke grabs the ropes, as Beverly falls back. He is quick to get up, however, and charges at Duke with a jumping knee attack. Duke sidesteps, though, and the back of Beverly’s knee makes contact with the middle rope.

Tom: Not many people know how hard the ropes really are.

Jeannie: Right. Those are steel cables wrapped in heave duty tape. Hitting them the wrong way can easy tear a muscle or break a bone.

*Duke stomps away at the knee, and now locks Beverly in a leg lock. Beverly gets to the ropes. Duke pulls him off the ropes, and turns him over. He lifts Beverly by the ankle, and then drives the knee into the mat. Beverly is in agony here.

Tom: Not only is Duke trying to take away the arm, he’s going for the leg as well!

*With Beverly on his back, Duke grabs Beverly’s now possibly injured leg, and wraps it around his own leg, and falls back into a bridge, locking in an inverted deathlock with bridge. Beverly’s shoulders are down!

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*He kicks out. Duke breaks the hold, but locks him in a seated Indian deathlock. Beverly’s shoulders are down again.

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*He kicks out quickly that time. Duke stands up, but still has part of the deathlock locked in. Duke cockily takes his time, and then goes backwards with a bridge! Beverly’s shoulders hit the mat again.

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*And again, he kicks out after just a one count. Duke stands up, still with the legs tied up, and begins slapping Beverly in the face! And he grabs Beverly’s arms, and with the legs still tied up, he locks in a seated octopus stretch! Beverly rolls, and falls into the ropes, causing the break.

Tom: Nice rope break there!

Jeannie: Indeed. Otherwise, this match would probably be over!

*Duke drags Beverly away from the ropes, and now locks in a spinning toe hold. Beverly kicks Duke away, breaking the hold, and both men are quickly up to their feet. Beverly ducks a charge be Duke, and grabs Duke in a gut wrench position. Gutwrench backbreaker across the hurt knee! Both men are down, and the referee begins a double-down count.

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*Duke is back up, and Beverly is shortly after. Duke grabs Beverly’s leg, and trips him. Again locks in a spinning toe hold, and then a figure four leg lock! Beverly’s shoulders are down!

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*Beverly kicks out, but not as quickly as before. The figure four still being applied! Beverly tries to reach towards the ropes, and he is able to get to them, causing a break. Duke picks Beverly up, and goes behind with a full-nelson, looking for a dragon suplex. Beverly falls out of it, however, and rolls Duke up!

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*Duke kicks out, quickly stands, and dropkicks Beverly in the knee. Duke picks him up off the mat, and puts him backwards on the top rope, and he climbs up after. He looks to be going for a belly to back suplerplex, but Beverly counters it by hitting a series of elbows to Duke’s head, knocking him down to the canvas from the 2nd rope. Beverly turns around and climbs to the top rope. Duke is getting to his feet, and Beverly jumps off, looking for a double ax handle, but Duke meets him with a dropkick to the face!

Tom: Great ring awareness by Duke to be able to hit the dropkick.

*Duke drags Beverly to the middle of the ring, and locks in a Boston Crab. Duke breaks the hold of his own free will, and Beverly kicks Duke away, sending him down to the canvas. Both men are up, and Duke goes for a kick, but Beverly catches it, and trips him, and now goes for a Cidal Lock!

Tom: Beverly going for a Cidal lock of his own!

Jeannie: That will add both insult and injury!

*Duke gets to the ropes, causing a break. Duke lays against the middle rope, and Beverly tries to come over and attack him, but Duke pulls down the middle rope, causing Beverly to fall to the apron! Beverly stands on the apron, and Duke in the ring. Duke hit’s a hard forearm to the face. Duke try’s to suplex Beverly back into the ring, but Beverly sulpexes Duke to the outside.

Tom: OH!!!

Jeannie: Both men hit hard onto the arena floor!

*After a bit, both men are up, and Beverly just stalks Duke around ringside, hitting a series of chops as they go. Duke leans up against a ring post, and Beverly attempts a chop, but Duke ducks, and Beverly’s hand hit’s the ring post!

Tom: His hand might be broken!

*Beverly is down, clutching his hand. Duke stomps away at the arm. Duke picks Beverly up and rolls him into the ring. Duke follows, as Beverly is still on the canvas. Duke gets in, and stands on Beverly’s hurt hand, and then stomps away at it! Again, Duke stands on it, and then stomps it. He picks him up by that arm, and wrings it, now locking in an wristlock, wrenching back on the wrist and hand.

Jeannie: Duke may break Beverly’s wrist if he has his way!

*The wristlock is still locked in, as Duke sits on top of Beverly. Beverly again gets to the ropes and Duke breaks the hold, but then stomps away at the hand again. Duke picks him up, and gives him a chop of his own. Duke pushes Beverly into the corner, and chops him. He kicks him in the corner, causing Beverly to fall to a seated position. He picks him up, and pushes him back into the corner, and hit’s a series of slaps to the face. Beverly goes down again, and Duke picks him back up, and Irish whips him into the opposite corner. Beverly reverses it, however, and Irish whips Duke. Duke stops short and turns around in the corner, and ducks a kick from a charging Beverly, however, when he turns around, he is met by a chop from Beverly’s left hand!

Tom: Those chops have got to be taking a lot out of Duke!

*Duke stands back up, and is chopped by the left again. He goes into a corner, and is met with a series of forearms. Duke rolls out to the outside, and Beverly follows him, and hit’s a series of forearms to the head and left handed chops. He sets Duke up against the barricade, and tries to hit a running forearm smash, but Duke side steps it and vaults Beverly into the first few rows of the crowd. Duke gets back into the ring.

Tom: Normally, I’d say Duke is getting a measure of revenge here, but there are no countouts in this match, so there’s got to be another reason.

*Beverly is back to his feet, as Duke struggles to get to his in the ring. Beverly climbs back over the barricade, and goes towards the ring, but is met with a baseball slide by Duke. Beverly falls back over the barricade, into the first row. Duke springboards, and hit’s a diving shoulder tackle into the crowd! The crowd chants “holy shit“, as both these men are down in the crowd.

Tom: OH MY!

Jeannie: We’ve seen Duke somewhat abandon his high-flying style here in W*I*G, but he will take to the air when he feels he needs to!

*Duke stands up first, and yells “Best Wrestler in The World”, indicating himself. Duke throws Beverly back over the barricade, and then into the ring, as he follows. Duke climbs the top rope as Beverly gets to his feet, and he connects with a huge missile dropkick. Duke kips up, and picks Beverly up from behind. He locks in a full nelson, perhaps looking for a dragon suplex, but Beverly falls out of it again. Duke answers that with a huge kick to the back, and a roll-up. The referee is in position.

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*Beverly kicks out

Tom: How is he still kicking out!?!?

*Duke still keeps a hold of Beverly, and begins delivering elbows to the side of his head, trying to knock him out! Beverly attempts to roll out of it, but Duke keeps elbowing him. Beverly is able to stand up, with Duke on his shoulders in a DVD situation. Fireman’s carry into a double knee gut buster! But he had to use his injured knee, so he cannot capitalize.

*Beverly stands up, as does Duke, and hit’s a running big boot. Duke barely budges, so he hits another! That knocks Duke down. He picks him, double underhooks the arms, and hit’s an underhook power bomb! He goes for the cover!

Tom: That’s got to be it!

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*Duke just barely kicks out! Beverly still grasps at that knee. Both men are up now, and Beverly goes behind and hit’s a half-nelson backbreaker, the VB Special! He hangs on, and hits another! He lifts Duke up into a torture rack, and drops him down over the knees with a backbreaker! Beverly is slow to cover.

Tom: This match may be over here!

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*Duke just barely kicks out. With Duke still down on the ground, Beverly attempts to lock in a Boston Crab, but he is having problems turning him over, due to his hurt knee. Duke is stretching to the ropes, and he makes it, causing a rope break.

Tom: This time, Duke is able to get to the ropes, getting out of that Boston Crab.

*Beverly immediately falls and grabs at his knee once the hold is broken, and now both men are down. Beverly gets up, and Duke is still down. Beverly is climbing to the top rope, but he turns his back on Duke. Duke pops up and crotches Beverly on the top rope, and then pulls him half way down by his hair, and kicks him in the back. Beverly is in the proverbial tree of woe, as Duke hoists him up, and climbs up to the top rope, too.

Jeannie: Duke, possibly looking for the belly to back superplex

Tom: if he hits it, this match is over!

*Both men are standing on the top rope, backs to the ring, and momentarily have a balance issue, but then Duke is able to hit the belly to back superplex. But he cannot immediately capitalize. He slowly makes the pin. The referee is in position! He begins to count!

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*Beverly grabs the bottom rope with one hand!

Tom: Another Rope break!

*Duke pulls Beverly into the center by his legs. He’s going for the Cidal Lock again! He locks it in! Beverly is crawling towards the ropes, but Duke pulls him back towards the center of the ring. Beverly crawls again, and this time is able to get to the ropes. The hold must be broken.

Tom: All of these rope breaks have got to be frustrating to Duke

Jeannie: Indeed. I can see him losing his cool here pretty soon.

*Beverly gets up, but Duke throws him down, and locks in the Cidal Lock again! Beverly is getting back to the ropes! He’s within inches of them, but Duke breaks the hold willingly, and positions himself between Beverly’s arms and the ropes. He then starts driving knees into Beverly’s head!

Tom: This might knock him out!

Jeannie: He may be looking for a measure of revenge from their first match!

*Beverly escapes, and both men are back to their feet. They begin to exchange forearm shots. A huge shot rocks Beverly, and sends him back into the ropes, where he rebounds, and is met with another huge forearm. Duke runs off the ropes, where he rebounds, and hit’s a huge running forearm, sending Beverly to the canvas.

*Duke wants Beverly to stand back up. When he does, Duke hits him with a thunderous ROARING ELBOW!

Tom: Going for the knockout!

Jeannie: ROARING ELBOW!!!!

*Duke lifts a groggy Beverly to his feet, and locks in a full nelson. Dragon Suplex!

Tom: Dragon Suplex!

Jeannie: Right on his neck!

Tom: But he holds on!

*Duke transitions from a Dragon Suplex into a cross-face chickenwing. Both men stand up, as Beverly tries to get to the ropes, but Duke falls back and wraps his legs around Beverly’s torso. Beverly is in a bad way! But he is able to get his foot on the bottom rope! The hold must be broken! Duke is bleeding near his right eye from the forearm shots earlier. Duke lifts Beverly up to the top rope. He’s going for the belly to back suplerplex. Or is he?

Tom: No, he can’t be!

Jeannie: It looks like Duke is going for a Dragon Suplex from the top rope!

*Duke cannot lock in the full nelson, however, as Beverly elbows Duke in the face, and then hit’s a series of head butts. Beverly drops down between Duke’s legs to the canvas, as Duke is crotched on the top rope. Beverly climbs back up, and hoists Duke up into a fireman’s carry.

Jeannie: What’s he going for here?

Tom: Possibly one of his backbreaker variants.?

*Beverly jumps off the top rope, and hit’s a SUPER GUTBUSTER!

Tom: SUPER GUTBUSTER!

Jeannie: That might be it! Beverly may actually pin Duke cleanly and fairly here tonight!

Finkel: Five minutes remaining in this 60 minute match. Five minutes!

*Beverly stands up, and goes towards Duke, and hesitates slightly about what he should do here. He goes for the pin. He hooks the leg. The referee begins to count. The crowd is on their feet!

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Tom: You could see the slight hesitation as to whether he should go for the Boston Crab or the pin, and he went for the pin, and that extra moment may have cost him.

*Beverly stands up, and leans against the top rope. He is exhausted. The crowd begins chanting “This is Awesome!” Now he goes for the Boston Crab. He locks it in!

Tom: This has got to be it!

Jeannie: Will Andy Duke tap?

*Duke is able to roll through, however, and now has Beverly in a pinning predicament. The ref begins to count.

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Finkel: Here is your winner of this grudge match…Annnndyyyy Duuuuuuuke!

*Both men lay on the ground for a few moments after that match.

Tom: What a great match!

Jeannie: Indeed! Andy finally got his win over Vin Beverly in a match that should be remembered forever here in Pro Wrestling W*I*G.

Tom: These two men fought for almost a full hour! 56 minutes!

Jeannie: I envy anyone else who has to follow this!

Tom: Normally I would, but tonight, I feel our main-event will more than deliver!

*Duke gets up, but this match has obviously taken its toll on him physically and emotionally. Alexa King comes into the ring and hugs him. She is elated. Beverly gets up, and the two stand eye to eye in the center of the ring.

Tom: What’s going on here?

*Beverly offers a handshake to Duke. Duke stares at it, contemplatively, as the crowd chants “Shake his hand!”. Eventually, he does, and Beverly rolls out of the ring, and walks up the ramp. Andy and Alexa celebrate in the ring, as their music plays.

Tom: Well, that man sure feels like a champion tonight. And in just a short while, we will have our first WIG Heavyweight champion!

Jeannie: The only thing wrong with this night is that it can’t last any longer!

*Duke and Alexa leave the ring walk up the ramp to a standing ovation from the crowd. We cut to a commercial for the 3 disk set of “Stuff of Legends”

[James E. Colvin]

*After a small break in the action, we now go back to ringside.*

Tom: My god, that last match was hellish, in a good way.

Jeannie: Indeed. And this next one won’t fail to deliver either.

Tom: Indeed. Here is the match that we’ve all been waiting for, folks. The main event! Four men will walk into this match, and only one will leave…as the first ever Pro Wrestling W*I*G Champion!

Jeannie: The stakes have never been higher.

Tom: Right you are Jeannie. Well, let’s not prolong this anymore. Let’s go to Howard Finkel with the pre-match introductions!

Finkel: The following contest is your Parade of Champions Main Event and it is a Fatal Four Way Elimination Match! Eliminations can occur by pinfall, submission, or disqualification! The winner of this match will be declared the first W*I*G Champion!

*“Living for the Weekend” blasts over the speakers of the Colvitron as Jason Hereford is greeted by a hailfire of boos.*

Finkel: Introducing first, from San Diego California, weighing in at 221 pounds, Jason Hereford!

*Jason slicks his greasy-looking hair back and makes his way down the ramp, totally ignoring any of the fans in the audience. He slides into the ring and gives his dirty old trench coat and cracked sunglasses to the referee to place at the announce table for safe-keeping. Hereford goes to a corner and wedges himself between the ropes, tilting his head at a high angle and acting dignified despite his rather…low status.*

*The arena goes completely silent as The Theme from Max Payne 2 begins to play over the sound system. Exner, followed closely by Jonathan Doe and Cheyenne, still shackled, make their way to the ring through the crowd. A fan throws a beer on Exner. Exner just coldly stares the fan down. The three make it to ring side and get into the ring.*

Finkel: And being accompanied to the ring by Cheyenne and Jonathan Doe, representing the Pantheon of the New Revelation, from New York City, weighing in at 235 pounds, this…is.. Exner!

*“March to the Scaffold” starts up on the Colvintron, as the crowd boos rather loudly, the entrance way being bathed once again in a golden light, as the third competitor for this match steps down towards the ring. He folds his arms calmly behind his back, a rather content look on his face as he quickly steps up the stairs on the side of the ring, quickly entering.*

Finkel: Representing the Innocent, from The Land of Purity, weighing in at 227 pounds, Joshua!

*The blonde haired young man looks at both men already inside the ring, flashing them both a rather twistedly content look, bowing before them both, Hereford simply scoffing, while Exner just glares right back.*

*"I Don't Wanna Be Me" cues up & the crowd begins a chorus of booing. Coltrane walks out from the back swiftly, a scowl on his face. As always, he is clad in his long black trenchcoat.*

Finkel: And from Queens, New York, weighing in at 234 pounds, Coltrane!

*Coltrane looks neither to the left or the right as he walks to the ring. He is focussed not on fans, nor even his opponents. Tonight is about only one thing for him, becoming the first ever W*I*G Champion.*

DING-DING!

*The bell sounds, as these four men immediately gaze at one another, Exner looking around with wild eyes, Coltrane kneeling down, studying each of his opponents, Joshua simply standing there, a content look on his face with his arms folded calmly behind his back, and Hereford looking back and forth at these other three men, looking a bit worried. Instantly the match begins, as Exner charges Hereford, tackling him into the nearby corner, quickly unloading with a series of vicious shoulder tackles, Hereford fighting back with a quick knee to the face, sending Exner stumbling away, as he fights back with a series of quick forearms!

Tom: Here we go! The main event is underway!

Jeannie: And Exner is wasting little time here!

*Coltrane meanwhile stares down the remaining Joshua, who simply smiles back, slowly circling the ring. These two then lunging in, as Joshua snaps off a quick kick, clipping Coltrane in the leg. The young man fires right back with an identical kick, Joshua getting nailed as well. The two quickly start to exchange these quick kicks, as meanwhile Hereford hits Exner with a European Uppercut, sending him back against the turnbuckle. He then gives a smirk and slaps Exner right across the face! The masked man looks back at him, as Hereford swings again, only for him to catch that hand and bite down on it! Hereford screams in pain, as he quickly backs away, checking his hand for bleeding, as Exner charges with Lou Thez press, taking Jason down and pummeling him viciously! Hereford is caught off guard, forcing Exner off of him, then quickly rolling to the outside. Joshua meanwhile aims a high roundhouse, Coltrane however quickly ducking under it, then dropping down for a sweep kick, taking the Innocent leader off his feet! He quickly rolls to the outside as well, clutching a bit at his leg, looking closely over Coltrane, who now focuses on Exner, who looks back over, not too intimidated from the looks of things.

Jeannie: This match has been quite intense so far!

Tom: Indeed it has. The great thing about this match is that it gives people a chance to see match-ups for the first time.

*The two men quickly charge at one another, as Exner nails Coltrane with a vicious fist, sending him reeling back, as Coltrane fires back with an equally vicious one, staggering Exner as well! The masked man growls, charging angrily, only for Coltrane to grab and toss him to the outside! Exner however catches the ropes, quickly skinning the proverbial cat and returning to the ring, Coltrane however stopping him with a vicious Superkick, sending Exner crashing to the outside! Coltrane simply nods, turning around, then getting caught with a rake to the eyes! He grasps at his face, as Hereford drives a knee into his gut, hunching Coltrane over, then quickly following by taking him into a gut buster, driving him right across the knee! The man clutches at his chest, as Hereford follows with a standing soccer kick right to the chest, sending him rolling along the mat. He rises to his feet, as Hereford fires off a quick series of European uppercuts, backing him off against the ropes, as he charges, only for Coltrane to dump him quickly to the outside! Hereford goes flying, crashing right into the rising Exner! Coltrane wipes his brow, only to get a vicious kick to the back of the head, as Joshua springs atop the apron, sending him down to the mat. The Innocent member quickly climbs into the ring, looking for a cover. 1....2....

Tom: We could have our first elimination here!

*Coltrane kicks out. Joshua simply yanks him back up, setting him up and driving him down with a quick Russian Leg Sweep, sending him down to the mat, as Joshua quickly rolls through, following with a high leg drop, only for Coltrane to quickly roll to the outside, clutching further at the back of his head. Exner and Hereford rise back up as well, as Joshua quickly charges towards them all, vaulting over the top rope with a cross body, only for Exner to catch him in mid move, tossing him with a fall away slam, sending him crashing into the crowd! Joshua clutches at his chest, as Exner quickly vaults over the barricade after him, quickly yanking the blonde haired young man up, then hoisting him and dropping him chest first across the barricade! Joshua gasps in pain, hunched over, as Exner unloads with a series of fists to the side of the head. Coltrane meanwhile turns back towards Hereford, who aims a quick forearm, only for Coltrane to come back with one of his own, as the two of them start exchanging blows as well, now all four men fighting on the outside. Hereford manages to catch Coltrane off guard with a shot, grabbing him by the head, then driving him face first into the barricade. The young man grasps his face slightly, as Hereford drives it once again, before grabbing him around the neck, charging for a Facecrusher. Coltrane however shoves him off, then catches him as he turns around with a leg lariat, taking him down to the ground. Hereford groans, rising off the mat, as Coltrane quickly hoists him up, then sends him crashing back down with a flapjack into the barricade!

Jeannie: This match has been insane so far!

Tom: Indeed it has been, Jeannie!

Jeannie: I don’t know if all four men will be able to make it through three eliminations.

Tom: Well, all four men won’t. Only one man has to make it through three eliminations.

Jeannie: Hey Tom.

Tom: Yeah?

Jeannie: Shut up!
*Exner meanwhile shoves Joshua back over the barricade, the young man rising, as Exner leaps over the barricade and tackles him to the outside, raining down fists once again. Joshua guards his face, as the masked man continues his relentless punching. Joshua eventually manages to shove him off, Exner quickly rolling back to his feet and charging once again, only to get taken down with a drop toe hold! He rises to his feet, only for Joshua to quickly follow with an Enziguri, taking him back to his feet. Joshua clutches his face slightly as he rises, Exner getting back to his feet again, as Joshua grabs him from behind, taking him down with a quick Reverse DDT. Exner grasps at the back of his head, as Joshua quickly begins stomping across the area.

Jeannie: Joshua turning the tables there on Exner.

Tom: Good thing, too, as Exner was really dominating there for a while.

Jeannie: Why is that a bad thing?

Tom: I just personally do not want someone like Exner as our first champ. Even someone as sick and twisted as Joshua would be a step-up from that poor excuse for a human being.

Jeannie: Whoa! Well, you at least have to admit that Exner has stepped up his game since becoming one of the four number-one contenders.

Tom: I guess so.

Jeannie: And aren’t we supposed to remain impartial?

Tom: Oh, go stare at Jason’s abs and leave me alone!

Jeannie: Don’t mind if I do.

*Coltrane meanwhile tosses Hereford back into the ring, sliding in after him, as Jason pushes back to his feet. Coltrane immediately grabs him, then plants him with a quick sit out facebuster. Hereford groans, clutching his features, as Coltrane quickly looks for a cover. 1.....2.....

Tom: This could be it for Hereford!

*Hereford kicks out. Coltrane doesn't seem to be surprised, as he yanks Hereford up once again, then setting him up for the Bodkin Facebuster! Hereford however quickly counters out of this with a shoulder tackle, sending him stumbling back, as Jason charges after, hitting him with a running knee lift! Coltrane goes done to the mat, clutching at his chest once again. Hereford quickly drops down, looking for a cover of his own. 1......2.....

Jeannie: Now Hereford going for a pin attempt of his own!
*Coltrane kicks out. Hereford looks a bit annoyed, as he quickly pulls Coltrane up to his feet, grabbing him around the waist and launching him with a Belly to belly! Coltrane grasps again at his chest, as he slowly rises to his feet, Hereford grabbing him and unloading with another quick series of knees to the chest. He then grabs Coltrane from the front, looking to drop him face first across his knee, only for Coltrane to counter with a quick jaw breaker, sending Hereford stumbling back against the ropes, as Coltrane nails him between the eyes with a dropkick, sending him to the outside! Coltrane grasps again at his chest, panting slightly. Exner meanwhile gets yanked to his feet, as Joshua grabs and whips him hard towards the steel steps! Exner goes crashing back first into the mat, clutching at the area. Joshua then charges full speed for a big boot, aiming at Exner's head. However, Exner rolls away at the last moment, the young man driving his feet into the steel and grasping at his ankle in pain, as Exner takes advantage, leaping forward with a chop block, taking Joshua off his feet! He then grabs him by the leg, swinging it into the steel steps, sending Joshua rolling desperately along the outside!

Jeannie: Exner looks to be in the driver’s seat, at least when it comes to those two.

Tom: And I for one am not liking it one bit!

*Exner looks quite pleased with his actions, as he heads over to the apron, reaching underneath for some toys, only for Hereford to grab him from behind, slamming him face first into the ring apron!

Tom: You see that! That’s why I don’t like Exner! He’s trying to turn this great, albeit slightly chaotic match into a hardcore match, when it most certainly isn’t one! I wish he did pull out a weapon though! It would serve him right to be eliminated first, by DQ no less!

Jeannie: Tom, do you need time to go chill.

Tom: Oh I’m fine! Lets watch the match!

*Exner slumps over, as Hereford smirks, hopping atop the apron now, then running along the side and dropping a leg across the back of Exner's neck! The masked man groans, rolling off to the outside as well, as Hereford quickly returns to the ring, eying Coltrane who is nursing his hurting ribs slightly. He quickly sneaks up on him, grabbing him by the neck, Coltrane however instinctively countering with a sit out jawbreaker, sending Hereford stumbling back, as the man quickly grabs him by the neck, dropping him with a DDT! Hereford flops to the canvas, clutching at his neck, as Coltrane measures his opponent, ascending the turnbuckle, only to be shoved off, as Exner is back, sending him crashing atop of Hereford! Exner then leaps off himself, connecting with a 450 Splash onto both men! Coltrane and Hereford both gasp for air, as Exner hooks Coltrane's leg, looking for the pin. 1....2.....

Jeannie: Tom’s favorite wrestler looking for the first elimination here!
Tom: Oh will you stop it!

*Coltrane gets a shoulder up. Exner looks absolutely furious, as he shoves Coltrane off, now covering Hereford instead. 1.....2.....

Tom: Exner going for another cover!

Hereford also manages to get a shoulder up. The masked man looks on with fury, as he yanks Coltrane up, whipping him hard towards the turnbuckle, then cutting his throat and charging forward. He leaps forward for his Fearful Symmetry, only to get hit with a jumping roundhouse kick! Exner stops in mid air, crashing to the canvas, as Joshua grasps at his leg, quickly dropping atop for a cover. 1.....2......

Tom: C’mon, keep him down!

Jeannie: Tom, at least look like you’re trying to remain neutral here.

*Exner manages to get the shoulder up. Joshua looks down him, quickly yanking him up to his feet, then hitting a quick low dropkick, knocking the masked man to a knee, as he raises a leg high, signaling for an axe kick, when suddenly... the Colvintron lights up!

A scene is shown, as the man known as Earnest is seated back against the wall, a bloody mess from the looks of things, as standing on screen is the man known as Hardcore Hensley, wielding a steel chair. He gives a huge grin, then waves towards Joshua, who has stopped now. He looks on with a very serious look, now averting his attention elsewhere. The Colvintron then shuts off, as Joshua quickly turns around, walking right into a Soul Cleanser from Coltrane! The man quickly pulls Joshua over, hooking the leg and covering him. 1......2.......3!

Tom: Whoa! Three count!

Jeannie: And thanks to Hardcore Hensley, Joshua is done for.

Finkel: Joshua has been... eliminated!

Tom: This issue between Hensley and the Innocent has just been taken to a new level.

Jeannie: You’re definitely right! And now we have just three men left; Coltrane, Exner, and Jason Hereford.

*Coltrane grasps at his chest once again, as Joshua rolls slowly to the outside. Exner begins to slowly get up, as does Hereford.

Jeannie: All three men look extremely tired, and this match is not quite over yet!

Tom: Not even close to being over yet.

Jeannie: If the rest of it goes like it has been so far, I hope you’re right!
*Exner gets up and goes towards Coltrane. Just has he does, however, Hereford is up, and hits him with a dropkick to the back, sending him through the top and middle rope, and down to the floor. Jonathan and Cheyenne somewhat catch him, stopping him from hitting his head on the arena floor.

Tom: God Dammit! So far, the Pantheon has been mindful of this match, but now it looks like they most likely will get involved.

Jeannie: Lets just wait and see.

Tom: I’d be willing to bet vast amounts of my paycheck on it.

*With Exner still down on the outside, Hereford and Coltrane remain in the ring. Simultaneously, both men grab for each other, and lock-up in the center of the ring. Each man tries to out-power the other man, but to no avail. Hereford breaks the lock-up, and hit’s an armdrag, but Coltrane pops immediately back up and hits an armdrag of his own.

Jeannie: What has got to be going through the head of Hereford right now?

Tom: I don’t know, but either him or Exner have got to figure out a strategy to keep him down.

Jeannie: How? He can go move for move with anyone here!

*Hereford also pops back up, and hits a hard right hand on Coltrane, but once again, Coltrane matches, also delivering a hard right. Hereford Irish whips Coltrane into the ropes. He attempts to leap frog him, but Coltrane catches him in a powerbomb-style predicament. However, Hereford is able to counter that with a headscissor takedown. Coltrane again pops up immediately, and both men go for dropkicks, both only hit each others feet. Hereford springs back up to his feet, and Coltrane gets back up to one knee. Each man has his fists raised, ready to attack the other man. At this point, the crowd is going wild!

Tom: To quote another famous announcer, “We are at a stand-still!”

Jeannie: Indeed we are. These two men have been going move for move with each other, and neither man can get a clear advantage. And the crowd is loving it.

Tom: Shades of Malenko and Guerrero in the ring tonight.

*Meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, Exner is up and ready to go. He goes by the time keeper’s table, and grabs the ring bell!

Tom: What is he doing?!?!

*Exner, who is being coached by Doe, quickly jumps into the ring, as Hereford and Coltrane still stare at each other, neither man wanting to have the other an advantage. Exner takes advantage of this, and stands behind Hereford, who is completely oblivious to the masked man behind him. Exner delivers a crushing blow with the ring bell right to the back of Hereford’s head. Hereford goes down in a heap. Exner runs over and hits Coltrane in the face with the bell, causing him to go down as well. The referee signals for the bell, which obviously cannot be rung, as Exner is holding it now.

Tom: What the hell! Exner just ruined this match!

Finkel: Do to use of weapons, Exner has been….eliminated!

*This causes Exner to go ballistic! He throws the ring bell down to the arena floor, and grabs the referee!

Jeannie: What is he thinking about doing!?!?!?

*Exner delivers a series of lethal headbutts to the referee, knocking him out! Exner releases the referee, who also goes down in a heap! Exner looks around in the ring, seeing the three men that he knocked out, and he looks towards Jonathan Doe with approval, but Doe looks extremely angry. Exner rolls outside to the floor, as Doe, who is still dragging Cheyenne by that chain, comes over, and begins screaming at Exner for getting himself eliminated. Tom Bailey begins to stand-up at the announcers table, and Exner takes notice.

Tom: That’s right you idiot! You just got yourself eliminated! You will never be a champion! You hear me?

Jeannie: Sit down. I don’t want to make him any angrier.

Tom: Oh, like he’d do anything to….

*Exner gets right into Tom’s face. He then grabs Tom by the throat! Jeannie, Cheyenne, and Jonathan Doe all attempt to break it up. Eventually, they do, and Exner lets go of Tom. Tom slumps back in his chair as he gasps for breath. Exner, Doe, and Cheyenne all begin to leave, as Doe is still livid at Exner. Doe climbs over the barricade, and Exner begins to follow. However, Doe pushes Exner to the ground. Cheyenne attempts to stay and help Exner up, but Jonathan pulls her chain and looks at her with a murderous look in his eyes. The two leave Exner, who lets out a loud and painful scream, before leaving up the arena ramp.

Jeannie: I think we just saw the final moments of the Pantheon of the New Revelation.

Tom: I hate Exner, to be blunt, but I feel Jonathan went over the line. You program a guy like Exner to behave like he does, like an animal. You can’t get mad at him when he unleashes those same animalistic tendencies. From what I’ve seen, Exner may not know any better.

Jeannie: You’re definitely right.

Tom: One thing is for sure. If Exner is on his own now, with no one to try and keep him in check…oh lord, I don’t even want to think about it.

*Back in the ring, Hereford crawls, and flops one arm across Coltrane's chest. But there is no referee! Another ref runs down the ramp from backstage. He gets in the ring, and goes for the count...

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KICKOUT!

*Coltrane barely gets a shoulder up. Both men are exhausted and are struggling to get to their feet. Coltrane manages to get up first but is unsure of what to do, as the recovering Hereford keeps a defensive posture with his guard up.*

Tom: Well here we are, down to the final two. Jason Hereford and Coltrane have a bit of animosity between them, as Jason nearly lost the chance to be in this match with his loss to Coltrane in the battle royal at Date with Destiny. Hereford wants some vengeance on that one no doubt, despite where he is. And Coltrane’s determined to get his title win.

Jeannie: Don't forget, now that Joshua and Exner are out of this match, Coltrane and Hereford have perfect reason to unleash everything they've still got left in their tanks. This isn’t going to be pretty!

*Coltrane keeps setting up to attack Hereford, but also keeps second-guessing as Hereford reacts accordingly to each movement.*

Tom: Hereford is keeping Coltrane on his toes and vice versa—both men are wary of each other now, and I’ll bet you they both know that if they make even the slightest mistake, it could be the end of this match for them!

*Coltrane has had enough. He’s running out of patience with Hereford, and decides to go on the full offensive. Hereford is up to his feet now, his toes in a neutral position. Coltrane runs at Hereford, trying to hit him with a running knee straight into the gut. Jason Hereford dodges in the direction of Coltrane’s right leg—and sure enough, Coltrane sends his right leg in a diagonal motion, missing Hereford by a few inches. Instead of counter-attacking big time, Jason simply pushes Coltrane into the ropes. Coltrane bounces off and slows down, but then comes back hard with a few forearms. Jason isn’t able to dodge these and the two immediately break out into a brawl. Jason blocks as often as Coltrane hits, and Coltrane blocks as often as Jason hits. Still does neither man have a defined advantage. Coltrane grabs Jason Hereford around the waist and lifts him up for a gutwrench powerbomb, but once again does Hereford counter defensively. Hereford manages to spin himself around to the side and break out of the hold, once again pushing Coltrane away and into the ropes. Coltrane is starting to get a little steamed, his eyes turning from intense to annoyed.*

Tom: Jason Hereford refuses to try to fight Coltrane toe-to-toe, but I don’t know what he’s going for. You can’t beat a man in the squared circle if you don’t fight back.

*Coltrane goes for another running knee, this time throwing the left leg up. Jason dodges, expecting it to be from the right and gets clipped. Hit hard in the side of the abdomen, Jason doubles over and falls, utilizing one of his arms in a wide swing to trip Coltrane’s right leg in a rather clumsy fashion. Both men hit the mat, but Coltrane picks himself back up before Hereford can recover. Stomping over to the fallen Jason Hereford, Coltrane is quick to forces him onto his stomach. Coltrane faces away from Hereford, grabbing the legs and hooking his own legs in. Not even looking back, Coltrane tentatively flips himself backwards for an inverted STF! Suddenly, he finds himself getting a back elbow to the back of the neck that forces him to bounce to the side of Jason. His legs automatically loosen up from the fall, and Hereford is able to slip himself around. Hereford wastes no time, and now turns things onto Coltrane, applying the inverted STF on his own accord, looking backward and leaning back, before grabbing the neck of Coltrane.*

Jeannie: Ooh! I like that.

Tom: Coltrane fell right into Jason Hereford’s trap, and now Jason has Coltrane in that Inverted STF!

*Coltrane groans, and as he sits close to the center of the ring, is unable to immediately reach the ropes. The referee keeps a close eye on Coltrane, and seeing that both of Coltrane’s hands are busy trying to pull Hereford off, he asks Coltrane if he’s willing to quit now.*

Referee: Do you give up?

Coltrane: No!

*Coltrane continues to attempt to get Hereford off of him, who’s know got him stretched out like a rubber band. Coltrane desperately hauls himself—and Hereford—towards the ropes. Hereford realizes that he’s losing his advantage from the submission hold and breaks it off right away. Coltrane is now visibly agitated. He gets up to his feet and turns around, only to see Jason Hereford hit him right across the temple with a big forearm. Once again, both men go back to exchanging forearms and knees. Coltrane grabs Hereford in position for a side Russian leg sweep, but Hereford manages to wrap an arm around Coltrane’s neck. He tries to roll forward to hit a snapmare driver, but Coltrane opts to counter and pushes him into the ropes. Hereford comes bouncing off quickly, and Coltrane throws a leg at him. Hereford catches it, much to the delight of Coltrane, but before he can deliver a dragon whip, Hereford pushes him back. Coltrane falls flat onto his back and scrambles as Hereford charges at him and sends him into a nearby corner. Hereford runs at Coltrane and hits him smack in the face with a high knee lift and immediately lifts him up to the top turnbuckle. Hereford goes to lift Coltrane up into a suplex position at the top rope, but Coltrane manages to force his weight down onto the ring post.*

Tom: Both men are performing at their finest I’ve seen yet, and despite all that’s happened they’re both pulling on strong!

*Once more do Hereford and Coltrane attempt to exchange blows. Coltrane, still a bit dazed from the knee, is losing his balance and Hereford, facing to the outside of the ring, tries to throw him off. Coltrane blocks and hits a side elbow that staggers Jason Hereford. Yet again, Hereford hits a forearm, and is able to toss Coltrane off—and onto the floor outside. He waits for Coltrane to start to get up, and Jason leaps off the turnbuckle. Torpedo dropkick! Or at least…it would be, if Coltrane hadn’t ducked it. Hereford moans, picking himself up with the help of the side of the ring, only to be superkicked by Coltrane! Hereford slides backward, planted firmly onto the floor as Coltrane drops to a knee to catch his breath and recollect himself. The crowd roars in satisfaction from this exchange*

Tom: The audience members are on their feet!

Jeannie: And how, Tom.

Tom: Well, didn’t you just see that? These two men are both keeping the gloves on are keeping each other on their toes—whether they like it or not.

*Coltrane rolls Jason Hereford into the ring, but instead of directly attempting to pin him, tries to pick him up and put him in double underhook position—presumably for a Dead End Driver to drop his adversary right on the top of his head. But Hereford just slumps himself over. Again, Coltrane tries to pick up Hereford and hit him with the Dead End Driver, but Hereford again drops to the mat in a heap. Coltrane can’t keep Hereford up, much less hit him with his own finisher. He starts to show a sign of frustration again.*

Tom: This is Coltrane’s big shot for the title, and he’s determined to end it with a bang! But he’s so obsessed with completing this match in style that he may be wasting his time, and giving Jason Hereford the ability to recover.

*Coltrane once again picks Jason Hereford up in the double underhook setup as before, but keeps him next to the ropes if he has to “support” the constantly-falling Hereford and finish the move, slingshot-style. Coltrane lifts him up much more easily than before. Jason is pointed straight up, but all of a sudden Coltrane feels Hereford slipping again. Only this time, it’s not just the work of gravity. Jason manages to get back down to his feet, and headbutts Coltrane right in the lower part of the abdomen. Coltrane clutches his stomach, and Hereford manages to get right back up to his feet and put Coltrane in a fisherman suplex position. But Coltrane reverses and instead picks Hereford up for the fisherman suplex, but delivers the Cold Concussion right on Jason’s head. Both men are tired, and Coltrane decides that now is as good a time to go for the pin as any. Coltrane crawls forward & throws an arm over Jason...*

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SHOULDER UP!

*The crowd give a collective gasp. Coltrane simply glares at Jason & pounds the mat in frustration.*

Tom: Hereford showing heretofore unseen evidence of his toughness.

Jeannie: "Hereford... Heretofore"? Was that meant to be some kind of horrendous pun?

*Coltrane deabtes with the referee about the speed of his count.*

Jeannie: Yeah, that'll work. Maybe he'll change his mind & award the match to you.

Tom: This is about the last thing Coltrane can think of to do. he's tried every other possible avenue of victory & all have lead him nowhere.

*Coltrane grasps at the referee's clothing in an effort to regain his footing. As soon as Coltrane stands again, the ref lightly pushes him away. Coltrane stands & waits for Hereford to stand again. As soon as Jason is back on his knees, Coltrane charges right at him blasting him with a knee to the side of the face. Hereford slumps to the mat again & Coltrane's momentum carries him on to the ropes. Coltrane rests his back against the ropes for a moment.*

Jeannie: Coltrane's wasting time again. He could be covering Hereford right now.

Tom: Or maybe he's biding his time waiting to strike a more decisive killing blow.

*Hereford is barely moving. He rolls over slightly on the mat. Coltrane uses the ropes as a means of support as he drags himself along to reach the nearest corner. He pauses a moment before scaling the turnbuckles. He makes it to the top & makes a backwards rotation motion with his hands.*

Jeannie: NO WAY! He's not gonna...

Tom: He's in no condition to...

Jeannie: THE SHINING STAR PRESS?!

*Before Coltrane can launch himself from the top rope, Hereford, with a sudden burst of energy, throws himself into the top rope. Coltrane loses his balance & ends up crotching himself on the ring-post. Hereford weakly smirks as he, like Coltrane before him, uses the ropes as a means of support. Hereford makes his way to the corner where Coltrane now sits in agony. Jason begins to make his own expedition up the ropes. He makes it to the top, face-to-face with Coltrane. Hereford lands a few punches on Coltrane & tries to hook him up for a Superplex. Coltrane resists & tries to fight back against Hereford. Jason lands a few more digs to Coltrane's mid-section & carries him to the very top rope. The two men go crashing to the mat as Jason executes an almighty Superplex!*

Jeannie: WOW! That may have done as much damage to Hereford as it did to Coltrane!

Tom: Maybe so, this match just became anybody's game again.

*The ref begins to count both men down.*

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*Hereford begins to stir*


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*Coltrane is starting to move.*


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*Jason is trying to sit up.*


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*Coltrane is trying to reach the ropes for support.*


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*Jason is standing again.*

*The ref ceases his count. Jason takes a few steps towards Coltrane. Coltrane pulls himself up with the help of the ropes & comes face-to-face with Jason again. Coltrane flashes Jason a devilish grin & kicks him in the gut. Jason doubles over & Coltrane attempts to hook Jason's arms again. Jason still resists. He manages to send Coltrane flying with a Back Body Drop. Jason collapses forwards into the ropes & waits for Coltrane to stand again. He charges forth, aiming a High Knee at Coltrane. Coltrane manages to dodge the move & slips behind Hereford, taking him down with a Full Nelson Slam. Coltrane tries to lift Jason again to set him up for The Dead End Driver. Jason, resists Coltrane's attempt at the move again & sweeps both his legs out from underneath him. Jason tries to bridge over onto Coltrane for a pin...*

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COLTRANE ROLLS THROUGH!

*Coltrane now has Jason trapped in a modified Sunset Flip...*

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KICKOUT!

*Jason rolls backwards out of the pinning predicament & immediately charges at Coltrane, drilling him with a knee strike right to the face, Jason slumps down across Coltrane, covering him...*

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KICKOUT!

*Coltrane manages to evade another pin just in time. Both men are standing again. Jason slips behind Coltrane & tries hitting him with a Drgon Suplex. He catches Coltrane in the Full Nelson, but before he can take him over backwards, Coltrane sneakily gives Hereford a Mule Kick right to the old Family Jewels just out of the referee's line of sight. Before Hereford can even fall down, Coltrane hits him with an Ace Crusher!*

Tom: That's The MAXXimyzer! A move Coltrane stole from THE MAXX AWESOME... (Dramatic Pause) when he defeated him last month.

*Coltrane decides to not move to cover Hereford. He still wants to finish him properly with the Dead End Driver. He tries to bring Hereford standing again.*

Jeannie: This damn obsession of Coltrane's is going to cost him big time if he's not careful.

Tom: There were several junctions at which Coltrane could well have had this match won, but he's so obsessed with stealing moves from his opponents that it's the only way he'll try to win a match.

*Coltrane tries to go for the double underhook on Hereford yet again. By this point both men are clearly exhausted. Hereford is maybe a little more out of it than Coltrane after absorbing "The MAXXimyzer". Hereford drops to one knee & Coltrane can't manage to set him up quite properly for the Dead End Driver. Coltrane struggles to bring Hereford to a standing position, but he is as exhausted as his opponent. Hereford manages to perform another headbutt to Coltrane's mid-section. Coltrane staggers backwards as Jason tries to regain his breath. He grabs Coltrane as he's doubled over & hooks both arms for the Dead End Driver. Coltrane manages to escape by headbutting Jason right in the balls, again, just avoiding the referee's detection. Jason releases his adversary to deal with his more immediate problem.*

Jeannie: Oh, Jason! That should be a disqualification!

*Before Jason can make it too obvious that Coltrane low-blowed him, Coltrane hooks both of Jason's arms & lifts him straight up in the air!*

Tom: He's going for it!

*DEAD END DRIVER! Coltrane drops Jason headfirst onto the mat &, as fast as he can manage, crawls over to make the cover...*

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DING-DING-DING!

*"I Don't Wanna Be Me" plays again. The crowd are stunned into silence for a moment, then they start booing mercilessly!*

Finkel: Here is your winner and FIRST EVER PRO WRESTLING W*I*G CHAMPION... COOOOOLTRAAAAAAANE!!!

Jeannie: No!

Tom: That bastard! The man who put Sky Monix on the shelf! The man who tried to permanently injure THE MAXX AWESOME... (Dramatic Pause) is our first champion!

*The referee hands Coltrane the W*I*G Title belt. A sickening grin crosses Coltrane's face as he holds the Championship Belt aloft. The crowd continues to boo & throw rubbish into the ring. Coltrane drops to his knees as he holds the belt in front of him. He caresses the gold plate & he holds it up over his head again as the fans booing continues. Coltrane rolls out of the ring, still holding the belt over his head & smirking.*

Tom: Can't say I'm happy about this development. Finally, W*I*G has a champion, but it's not one we can be proud of. For Jeannie Lawless, I'm Tom Bailey! Good night folks. We'll see you on Vindication!