W*I*G Gives Thanks

[James E. Colvin]

*We are taken to a colonial Thanksgiving set up, with Native Americans and Pilgrims sitting around an outdoor table. One Native and one Pilgrim carry a large silver platter with a lid on it to the table. Everyone prepares for what's under the lid, but when it's lifted, its a TV set, with a W*I*G event going on. All the people around the table look incredibly happy, as that scene fades out and the W*I*G logo fades in. We then have a montage of W*I*G action with "Seven Nation Army" playing. After the montage introduction, we are taken to the W*I*Gsphere, where a large pyrotechnic display is afoot. The set here in the W*I*Gsphere is very Thanksgiving-themed. We are taken to our announce crew for the evening, Tom Bailey and Jeannie Lawless.

Tom Bailey: Hello W*I*G Fans, Tom Bailey here, being joined by the ever-so-lovely Jeannie Lawless, and we are proud to be coming to you in our fourth PPV effort, W*I*G Gives Thanks.

Jeannie: We are indeed very excited for this! Especially me! Have you seen how many great womens matches there are going to be here tonight? Here in W*I*G, women aren't treated like dessert, they're a main dish!

Tom: Indeed. We also have many other great matches for you tonight, including a triple threat match for the Heavyweight Championship. But that's not for a while, yet, so let's send it down to "The Fink", Howard Finkel, for our first match of the evening.

[James E. Colvin]

Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! If Fannie Package wins the match, she will gain a Women's Title opportunity sometime in the near future.

*Violin starts playing*

*Apocalyptica's Ruska starts up on the Colvintron, the crowd booing rather loudly at this, as the sizable man known as Earnest steps out from the backstage area.*

Finkel: Introducing first, representing the Innocent, from the Land of Purity, weighing in at 363 pounds... Earnest!!!

* Clad in his usual ring attire, that traditional white wrestling singlet, decorated with golden yellow stripes going down the sides, as well as elbow pads, nee pads, and boots as expected. The entrance ramp lights up once again with a golden light as he emerges from there, dropping down on his knees quickly and saying a quick prayer of some sort before the match, then getting back to his feet and walking solemnly down to the ring, a rather stone faced expression across his face.

Tom: Fannie has a very tall order ahead of her tonight, beating this man known as Earnest for a second time in the ring.

Jeannie: It was a damn fluke and you know it! There's no way that ugly freak is gonna be able to pull it off again!

"Play it back, play it back..."

*Nelly Furtado's "Man Eater" plays through the W*I*G-Sphere & fans let out a cheer for the arrival of Fannie Package.*

Finkel: And his opponent, from San Francisco, California, weighing in at 285 lbs... FANNIE... PACKAGE!!!

*Fannie struts out onto the stage wearing a sleeveless black T-Shirt, ripped-off just below the chest, that exposes her mid-riff & her arms. Along the front of it in large white letters the shirt reads BOY BEATER. Fannie gives a flex of her arms as a large pyro explosion goes off behind her silhouetting her impressive physique before she continues on down the ramp.*

Jeannie: Ugh... she always gives me nightmares when I see her! I gotta start bringing a blindfold during her matches...

Tom: Fannie looks quite impressive here. She very well could be the victor here tonight!

DING-DING!

*The two musclebound behemoths stand facing each other, Earnest glaring down at Fannie. She starts jawing off at him & Earnest shoves her harshly back into a corner. Fannie emerges from the corner & gives Earnest a harsh shove of her own. Earnest nearly tumbles out over the turnbuckle, but he manages to collect himself. As he does so, Fannie strikes a few poses in the middle of the ring, displaying her rippling muscles to the crowd's apparent approval. Earnest stomps back to face Fannie & holds an arm up, challenging Fannie to a test of strength. Fannie cocks an eyebrow, smirks & gives a slight shrug before she agrees to lock-up. At first, the two combatants are locked in something of a stalemate. Neither seems to be getting a clear advantage. Slowly, Earnest begins to slowly raise his arms. He's getting them higher & higher as Fannie starts to sink. Eventually he drives Fannie down to her knees. Earnest continues to twist on Fannie's wrists as she kneels in this position.*

Tom: Fannie looks surprised to finally encounter someone who has over powered her!

*But Fannie starts to push back up. A look of concern crosses Earnest's face. Fannie starts to stand again. She gets back to one knee. Then she stands fully again, her hands still down by her side. Slowly, she begins to twist Earnest's wrists & bring her arms up over head again. She forces Earnest down to his knees on the mat & the big man can be heard yelling.*

Jeannie: Maybe she hasn't been. Fannie Package just managed to bring Earnest to his knees.

*Fannie looks out to the crowd as they cheer her on for grounding the biggest member of The Innocent. But Earnest is soon able to power his own way back up until he & Fannie are locked in a stalemate again.*

Tom: The strength of these two seems to be evenly matched so far. Neither can get an advantage in the lock-up.

*Earnest decides to break the hold. He goes to back off a little bit, but Fannie grabs him by an arm & whips him to the ropes. When he rebounds, she quickly catches him with a Scoop Slam. The crowd explodes!*

Tom: She just slammed Earnest! The heaviest man on the W*I*G roster was body-slammed by Fannie Package!

*But Earnest is almost immediately back up to his feet! Fannie turns around to see him standing there & Earnest hefts Fannie up, slamming her hard on the canvas!*

Jeannie: And now Earnest responds with a slam of his own proving he's no slouch in the gym either.

*The crowd respond with boos to Earnest's attack on Fannie. Earnest doesn't care one way or the other. Fannie is beginning to stand again, a little surprised that Earnest recovered from her Scoop Slam so quickly. She stands again, getting right in Earnest's face. She talks some trash to him before flashing her huge guns at him & slapping him in the chest as she shoves him away. Earnest responds by running right at Fannie with a Shoulder Block. Earnest is shocked as Fannie barely moves an inch. In fact, she challenges him to try again. Earnest obliges & takes another run at Fannie, she tries to catch him with Clothesline, but Earnest dodges under her arm & sneaks up behind to give her a Torture Rack. Before he can get too much damage done, Fannie rakes her fingers across his eyes. Earnest drops Fannie & stumbles around slightly blinded for a moment. Fannie clocks Earnest with a Rabbit Clothesline & he crashes face-first into the turnbuckles.*

Jeannie: Fannie seems to be losing her cool a little, resorting to some pretty desperate tactics to take down Earnest.

*Fannie drags Earnest out of the corner & slaps on the Body Scissors. Earnest is clearly in trouble as the powerful muscular thighs of Fannie continue to tighten around him & squeeze the air from his lungs. Earnest tries to take Fannie's legs off him, using all his might to remove her legs from the tight lock she has around him, but that's exerting more energy than he can spare at the moment. Using all his strength, he manages to shuffle across the mat &, barely, get a foot onto the bottom rope before he slumps down. The referee forces Fannie to break the hold & she complies, backing off as the referee checks on Earnest.*

*Earnest gets back to his feet & stands to face Fannie again. Earnest has a grim look on his face. Fannie playfully approaches & starts mouthing off at Earnest. He doesn't seem to be taking it well. She flexes her arms at him & Earnest still doesn't react. As Fannie continues to give Earnest abuse, he suddenly grabs her & headbutts her right in the face. Fannie reels back & falls to the mat. Her nose has started to bleed. She puts a hand to her nose & sees the blood.*

Jeannie: Does he really need to make Fannie any uglier?

*Fannie stands again & lunges right at Earnest, the two lock-up. Earnest gets a slight advantage & starts to drive Fannie down. Fannie is trying to force her way back up. Earnest uses this to his advantage as he lifts her up in a choke. Fannie tries to kick at Earnest's head, but he has her held out just too far. He holds Fannie in the air for a while 'til the referee starts to count to five. After the count of four, Earnest drops Fannie to the mat. She crashes in a heap clutching at her throat. Fannie coughs & hacks as she lies on all fours on the mat. Before she stands fully again, Earnest places a foot on Fannie's back & walks across her. The force of which causes Fannie to drop flat to the mat. Earnest makes his way to the ring-post & climbs to the second rope.*

Tom: Not often that we see a man of Earnest's size make the trek up the ropes. What's he got in mind?

*Earnest leaps from the second rope with a Senton Splash aimed squarely at Fannie. Fannie rolls aside & Earnest crashes, ass first, onto the mat. Earnest lets out a yell. Fannie pushes herself back up. She approaches Earnest & drags him to his feet. Earnest resists & fights back. He digs Fannie in the mid-section with his elbow. Earnest whips Fannie off to the ropes & tries to catch her on the rebound, but Fannie hits Earnest with a Shoulder Block. As with Earnest's earlier attempt on Fannie, Earnest hardly moves. And, as Fannie did earlier, Earnest challenges Fannie to try again. Fannie does so &, again, Earnest hardly moves. Fannie tries one more time, but Earnest catches her & lifts her right over head with a Gorilla Press. He even pumps Fannie a few times before dropping her back down behind him.*

Jeannie: Now THAT'S impressive. I doubt that Fannie could manage to do that to Earnest.

*Earnest turns around & lands a Big Splash on Fannie. The referee counts...*

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KICKOUT!

*And a kickout with authority at that as Fannie actually manages to shove Earnest's body a small distance away from her as she kicks out. Earnest & Fannie are both standing again. The two run at each other & collide with a pair of Clotheslines that knock them both down. The ref starts to count them down...*

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*Earnest is stirring.*


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*Fannie sits back up.*


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*Earnest & Fannie both stand fully.*

*The referee ceases his count. The crowd are shocked that both competitors were able to stand. The two are going face-to-face again. Earnest lands a punch that totally rocks Fannie. He nails her with a Gut Wrench Suplex, maintains his grip around her waist & stands again to hit her with a Gut Wrench Powerbomb. Earnest makes the cover...*

Tom: A sickening move from the enormous Earnest! Fannie could be done here and now!

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KICKOUT!

*Fannie stands again & makes a big "come on" gesture to Earnest. Earnest takes a run right at Fannie & she floors him with a huge Clothesline. Fannie picks Earnest up, kicking him in the gut a few times for good measure. She puts him in a front facelock, drapes an arm over her shoulder & lifts him up for a Suplex. Fannie keeps Earnest up for what seems like a good 20 seconds. She removes one arm & flexes that arm to show-off for the crowd who let off a loud cheer. She performs a few deep knee-bends while holding Earnest in position & the crowd cheer all the more. Finally, she drops Earnest to the mat with a loud crash. Earnest has been left a little dazed by the assault.*

Tom: WHAT A VERTICAL SUPLEX! She held the near seven-footer straight in the air for ages! Fannie's strength is unbelievable!

Jeannie: Yeah, it's also highly unnatural.

*Fannie positions herself at Earnest's head & ties him up in a Figure-4 Neck-Lock, wrapping her massive legs around his head. Earnest struggles for a while, but he manages to roll himself backwards & get into a position where Fannie is sitting on top of his shoulders. Fannie still has Earnest in the Neck Lock; he stumbles backwards into the ropes jarring against them & dumping Fannie outside the ring. She lands harshly on the floor below. Earnest falls down to his knees inside the ring & takes a moment to regain his breath.*

Tom: And Fannie has a bad landing on the floor outside the ring.

Jeannie: This could change the entire complexion of the match now, Tom. If Earnest isn't too dumb to take advantage, that is.

*Fannie is starting to get back to her feet already. She's nursing her back after taking that bid spill to the floor. As she gets up on the ring apron Earnest comes over to meet her. He takes a swing at her & Fannie ducks it. She nails him with a strong right forearm shot. Fannie places Earnest in a front face-lock again & signals to the crowd with a thumbs up. Fannie Suplexes Earnest from inside the ring out to the floor! The crowd go nuts. Fannie follows up by running along the apron & diving off with an elbow right onto Earnest's chest.*

Jeannie: I knew he'd screw it up somehow.

*Fannie gets up & rolls back into the ring to allow herself some time to recuperate. Earnest is starting to stand again. Fannie looks out at Earnest as he starts to rise. She can't believe it. Fannie brushes her long hair back & waits for Earnest to get up on the ring apron. As soon as he does, Fannie runs to Shoulder Block him down to the floor again, but Earnest stoops over on the apron & Fannie runs straight into his shoulder as it drives into her stomach. Fannie reels back from the ropes holding her abs in pain & Earnest approaches from behind. He whips Fannie towards a corner, then rushes after her & hits a Body Splash, crushing her. Before Fannie even has time to fall over Earnest lifts her onto his shoulders & spins her out into a Flapjack. Earnest lifts a dazed Fannie up & holds her right over his head, brother. Earnest drops to one knee & drives Fannie stomach-first onto the other.*

Tom: Earnest has turned this match around dramatically.

Jeannie: Could it be that Fannie's actually met someone who can match her strength?

Tom: I wouldn't be surprised if Earnest was as strong, if not stronger than Fannie!

*Earnest rolls Fannie over & bounds off the ropes looking for another Big Splash. But Fannie manages to evade his attempt & Earnest hits the mat hard. Fannie drags herself back up & leans back against the ropes for a moment. She waits as Earnest slowly begins to rise too. Both competitors are clearly exhausted. The match has taken it's toll on their large frames. The two monsters clash again in the middle of the ring, simply slugging each other. Earnest punches Fannie, she recoils, but then retaliates with a punch maybe even harder than Earnest's. As Earnest staggers back a few steps, Fannie picks him up in position for a Torture Rack. Earnest can be heard yelling in pain. Fannie cranks on the pressure as she holds him on her shoulders. After a few seconds she spins him out, but in doing so, manages to clock the referee. Fannie plants Earnest with the Dirty Little Secret, but, of course, there's nobody to count her pin.*

Tom: Fannie took out that referee when she went for the Dirty Little Secret on Earnest. She practically has the match won, but now there's no one to declare her the victor.

*Fannie gets up & checks on the ref, she taps him a few times with her foot, but he's barely stirring. Fannie turns around to deal with Earnest again, but instead she sees the hideous visage of W*I*G Women's Champion Rosie. Rosie blasts Fannie with a harsh chairshot to the skull. Fannie simply absorbs the bone-rattling shot & dares Rosie to try again. Rosie takes another swing & Fannie wrenches the chair from her hands. Before Fannie can do anything to Rosie, Earnest sneaks up behind Fannie & gives her a low blow. Fannie drops the chair & doubles over in pain.*

Tom: Uuuuh...

Jeannie: ... Yeah...

*With Fannie temporarily distracted, Rosie grabs the chair & clocks the giant "woman" with another brutal chairshot. Fannie never even has the chance to crumple to the mat before Earnest lifts her up on his shoulders & plants Fannie face-first onto the chair Rosie laid out with a Mood Killer. Earnest disposes of the chair as Rosie revives the referee & basically forces him to make the count on Fannie.*

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DING-DING-DING!

*"Ruska" by Apocalyptica plays over the speakers in the W*I*G-Sphere.*

Finkel: Here is your winner... EARNEST!

Tom: DAMMIT! The Innocent steal another victory!

*The referee raises Earnest's hand. Earnest exits the ring & he & Rosie celebrate as they exit up the ramp. Fannie Package sits up on the ring, she glares up the ramp at Earnest & Rosie as Rosie proudly holds up her W*I*G Women's Championship Belt & mouths something obscene to Fannie.*

Jeannie: And thanks to that, Fannie's STILL frozen out of contention for the W*I*G Women's Title. You may not like how they do things, Tom. But there's no denying the intelligence of The Innocent.

[James E. Colvin]

Tom: Now, to the back with... uuh, JB?

*The camera cuts backstage where we see James Bon Jovi & The Maxx standing backstage with mics in their hands. The Maxx is dressed in jeans & an unbuttoned shirt with one of his own T-Shirts worn under it; as usual, it's topped off with a combination of doo-rag & fedora. Bon Jovi is dressed in a vibrant t-shirt combo with faded jeans (and the obligatory chain) and a big, shiny vest.*

Bon Jovi: That's JBJ, you blubbering baboon!

The Maxx: And I'm the "Housewives' Favourite", THE Maxx!

*Bon Jovi shoots The Maxx an odd look. Even despite Bon Jovi's dark sunglasses, one can tell he's baffled by The Maxx's remark.*

Bon Jovi: Anyway...we, like the benevolent GODS that we are, are here to bring you all the hottest gossip from backstage here at W*I*G Gives Thanks.

The Maxx: Just like we do every, like, month or so in "Slippery When Wet" on W*I*G.com: the greatest streaming web-show since the Nostalgia Critic.

Bon Jovi: As we all know tonight, L.Rey is preparing to face off against Talia Bell.

The Maxx: A dude fighting a chick?

Bon Jovi: I can only assume he was worried about breaking a nail if he faced one of those big rough boys.

The Maxx: Anyway, we're here outside L.Rey's locker-room to get an exclusive interview with Heaven's Mariachi.

*The Maxx knocks on a door marked "L. Rey" & opens it. Inside is a hispanic drag queen.*

Drag Queen: *Gasp* Next time... wait for a response before ju open my door!

*"She" slams the door in The Maxx's face. The corwd can be heard booing this skit.*

Bon Jovi: L. Rey is most definitely NOT in a talkative mood tonight.

The Maxx: Moving on, we next have an interviewlined up with Team Ireland.

*They move on down the hallway & Bon Jovi knocks on a door marked "Team Ireland". There's no response. He knocks again, harder this time. Still no response. Bon Jovi opens the door & we see four men & one woman lying all about the "Team Ireland" locker-room, supposedly sleeping. Each of these individuals has some form of alcoholic beverage in their hand.*

The Maxx: Typical Irish!

*The Maxx closes the door as the audience lets out another loud boo.*

Bon Jovi: Next we look at...

The Maxx: Wait, wait, wait... I just saw something that might be of interest to our viewing audience.

*The camera pans around to show Casimiro Melendez & Guillermo Miramontes, The Latin Lovers walking down the hall.*

The Maxx: No, I meant this chewing gum left on the floor. It really closely resembles Jay Leno in profile. Those guys are boring.

Bon Jovi: Besides, with scoops like the gum...really, why would we ever need to report the nothingness that IS the Lazy Latinos.

The Maxx: Exactly, at least we offered our services as roving reporters on this PPV. The Latin Losers haven't done anything since that time...

*Bon Jovi & The Maxx think for a second.*

Bon Jovi: Didn't we fight them once before?

The Maxx: Oh, yeah...

Bon Jovi & The Maxx: ...Beat 'em!

*The Latin Lovers, who have been standing off-camera listening to all this, as you do, approach James Bon Jovi & The Maxx. As soon as Casimiro & Guillermo are face-to-face with The Maxx & Bon Jovi, the fans, particularly females, begin to cheer loudly.*

Casimiro: Just who do you think you are?

Guillermo: Forget it, man. They're not worth the bother.

The Maxx: 'Course, you would say that.

Bon Jovi: Maxwell, there is no length to which a Spaniard will not go to avoid a fight. I mean, let's look back here. Who'd the Spanish ever beat? The Indians? I mean c'mon, what Indians don't lose? John Wayne alone can kill upwards of a rate of fifty per minute whilst sleeping. The Spaniards had to spread their filthy SEX DISEASES to do their damage, I mean--

*Casimiro takes a shot James Bon Jovi, hitting the wannabe Rock star right in the face. Bon Jovi reels back & The Maxx begins to duke it out with Guillermo, bashing him in the face with the microphone. The two tag-teams are brawling in the hallway. Bon Jovi & The Maxx whip Casimiro into a wall, only to be attacked by Guillermo as he clobbers both men from behind. Guillermo shoves The Maxx into the camera & we lose the picture to the back. Cut back to Tom & Jeannie at ring-side.*

Tom: Finally, somebody steps in to shut up The Maxx & James Bon Jovi.

Jeannie: Can you imagine a match between The Maxx & James Bon Jovi & The Latin Lovers? I'm getting wet just thinking about it!

Tom: "Queenie"!

Jeannie: With perspiration, Tom! Jeez, get your mind out of the gutter!

[James E. Colvin]

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

*Talia Bell’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rRCw3pxX1M

Finkel: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by TNT, Tracy Jones, and Nicole Michaels, at 5 feet 7 inches, weighing 140 pounds, from Santa Fe, New Mexico, by way of Gisbourne, New Zealand—TALIA BELL.

*Talia and the rest of T.N.T. comes out to the boos of the crowd. She has on a black corset-styled singlet with a skirt with “TNT in white on the back and front and black boots with “TNT” in white down them. Tracy and Nicole are wearing black shirts, skin-tight blue jeans, and black shoes. TNT has on a white Western-style button and collar shirt, black dress pants, and black cowboy boots. He also has a horseshoe with rope tied around it on as a necklace. They all walk down to the ring as a lot of pyro goes off. TNT walks up the steps and onto the apron and holds the ropes open for Talia, who follows him up the steps and onto the apron. She enters the ring, and TNT jumps down from the apron. Meanwhile, Tracy and Nicole walk over to a corner far from the side of the ring facing the Colvintron. TNT soon joins them.*

Tom Bailey: Well, this should be an interesting match, consider we have a man taking on a woman.

Jeannie Lawless: Guess whom I rooting for?

Tom: L. Rey?

Jeannie: That was a rhetorical question, but yeah.

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

Finkel: And, his partner, 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 pans, and black boots. He’s also carrying his guitar. He walks out a little and then stops at the top of the ramp. People in the arena look puzzled. Then, James “Magnum” Constance walks out. The crowd pops loudly. Talia and her stablemates look upset but not surprised. Magnum has on some sunglasses, a Detroit Tigers cap, a Hawaiian shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers. Both men to the ring as some pyro goes off. L. Rey slides into the ring as Magnum walks over to a steel post and stands there. L. Rey takes off his coat and hands it and his guitar to the referee, who hands them to the timekeeper.*

Jeannie: OH, THERE IS A GOD!

Tom: Looks like Magnum is returning the favor from Halloween Hell by coming out with L. Rey for this match!

Jeannie: I prayed that this would happen, and it came true!

Tom: I’m so glad for you.

*The bell rings. Talia and L. Rey stare daggers at each other for several seconds. Then, they circle each other, still staring daggers into each other. Then, they lock up in the center of the ring. Both are trying to push the other to the ropes, but they are both equally strong. So, there’s a stalemate for a good while. Suddenly, L. Rey gets a burst of strength and pushes Talia back to the ropes. The crowd pops. However, Talia stops him from getting her into the ropes and pushes him back to the center of the ring. She keeps on going, nearly pushing him into the opposite ropes. The crowd boos. However, L. Rey stops Talia from getting him into the ropes. He pushes her back to the center of the ring, and then they are back in their stalemate. Suddenly, Talia gets a burst of strength and pushes L. Rey back to the ropes. The crowd boos. However, L. Rey stops her from getting him into the ropes and pushes her back to the center of the ring. He keeps on going, nearly pushing her into the opposite ropes. The crowd pops. However, Talia stops L. Rey from getting her into the ropes. She pushes him back to the center of the ring, and then they push each other off of one another.*

Tom: Looks like we got ourselves a stalemate here. L. Rey and Talia seem to be of equal strength.

Jeannie: Don’t stalemates usually happened in the middle of things?

Tom: I don’t know. Maybe?

Jeannie: Aren’t you suppose to be smart, Tom?

Tom: Aren’t you suppose to be professional and not talk about having sex with the male wrestlers, Jeannie?

Jeannie: Touché.

*L. Rey and Talia continue to stare at each other like they want to kill one another. Talia holds up her hand, wanting L. Rey to take it for a feat of strength. L. Rey slowly does. Talia puts up her other hand, and L. Rey takes. Then, they shoot their arms down and press their right shoulders against one another. Both wrestlers push off against one another, trying to show that they are the stronger of the two. However, they are locked in another stalemate. This goes on for about a minute or two. After a while, L. Rey locks Talia’s arms into a chickenwing-like hold and lifts her up. The crowd pops. However, Talia is able to get her shins onto L. Rey’s shoulders and locks her legs around L. Rey’s neck. Suddenly, L. Rey runs towards ropes and dumps Talia out of the ring. But, she is still locked into that submission hold and takes L. Rey with her. They both fall to the ground, which causes L. Rey to let go of the hold.*

Tom: L. Rey dumps Talia out of the ring after she countered his submission hold, but Talia ended up taking him with her.

Jeannie: Uh-oh. They’re on the outside with Magnum and TNT. We may have a repeat of what happened at Halloween Hell.

*L. Rey gets. Suddenly, TNT, Tracy, and Nicole start to move over to L. Rey. However, Magnum darts towards L. Rey and gets in front of him to keep those three at bay. Magnum and TNT share some words as the ref exits the ring to try to keep them from fighting. While they’re all distracted, Talia gets up onto her knees, grabs L. Rey, and throws him back first into the steel steps. Then, she gets up and throws L. Rey back into the ring.*

Jeannie: What the hell!

Tom: While everyone was distracted, Talia took advantage and threw L. Rey into the ropes.

Jeannie: That’s not fair! Dammit! This referee is blind! He needs to get control of this situation!

*The ref manages to get Magnum and T.N.T. to return from where they came and then reenters the ring. Meanwhile, Talia climbs up to the top rope, jumps off, and lands on L. Rey’s back with an elbow drop. She gets up and stomps on L. Rey’s back a few times. Then, she picks up L. Rey and hits him with a gutwrench suplex. She picks up L. Rey again and hits him with a backbreaker. Talia pushes L. Rey off her knee and onto the mat. Then, she quickly gets up and locks L. Rey into a pendulum backbreaker.*

Tom: Talia is going to work on L. Rey’s back.

Jeannie: He’s gonna need a massage after this match, and I know just the girl to give it to him.

Tom: I’m guessing that girl is you, and that a massage won’t be the only thing you will give to him.

Jeannie: Yes, and yes.

*Talia has the move locked on, but she can’t get a good grip on L. Rey’s arms because L. Rey keeps wriggling around, trying to free himself. Talia is struggling to keep L. Rey in the hold, but it’s doing no good. Suddenly, L. Rey gets free, rolls under Talia’s legs, flips Talia over onto the mat, and rolls her up in a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Talia kicks out, rolls over, and puts L. Rey in a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey rolls Talia back into a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Talia rolls L. Rey over into another pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey rolls Talia over into a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Talia rolls L. Rey back into a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey pushes Talia off of him.*

*Talia goes flying into the ropes and stands up. L. Rey kips up. They both charge at each other and hit each other in the head with a roundhouse kick. L. Rey falls into the ropes, Talia falls onto the mat, and the audience cheers at what they’ve seen.*

Tom: Sweet Bobby In The Lobby! L. Rey and Talia nearly kick each other’s heads off!

Jeannie: Damn! These two are evenly matched up.

*L. Rey shakes his head. Then, he sees Talia about to get up. L. Rey charges at her and dropkicks her as she is about the get up. The dropkick sends her rolling to the outside. Her teammates quickly rush to her aid and help her up. L. Rey kips up, runs back to the ropes he was at, bounces off of them, runs across the ring, does a cartwheel, jumps over the top rope, and hits all four of them with a corkscrew suicide plancha. The crowd pops.*

Tom: ¡A Dios Mios! El Angel Que Se Eleva Especial to all the members of T.N.T.!

Jeannie: Those girls are lucky.

Tom: Lucky!? L. Rey just landed on them!

Jeannie: I know! That’s why I said that they were lucky!

*L. Rey gets up and picks up Talia. He throws her into the ring and then climbs onto the apron. He tries to get back into the ring, but TNT has gotten up onto his knees and grabbed L. Rey’s leg. TNT stands up and tries to pull L. Rey off of the apron, but L. Rey holds onto the ropes. L. Rey kicks TNT off, jumps onto the ropes, and hits TNT with an asai moonsault. L. Rey gets up. As all this has gone on, Talia has gotten up and climbed to the top rope. She jumps off with a crossbody. Magnum yells at L. Rey, warning him about Talia. L. Rey turns around and catches Talia. Meanwhile, Tracy and Nicole get up. L. Rey turns around and sees the girls get up. So, he flings Talia onto Tracy and Nicole. Then, L. Rey climbs onto the apron and waits for Talia to get up. She does, and he runs towards her, jumps off, and hits Talia with somersault corkscrew senton.*

Tom: Angel De Cayendo to Talia on the outside. L. Rey is really taking it to Talia.

Jeannie: I wish he was really taking it to me.

Tom: Why must everything be a sexual innuendo with you?

Jeannie: In your endo!

Tom: That doesn’t make any sense.

Jeannie: So’s your face!

*L. Rey grabs Talia and throws her back into the ring. Tracy gets up and charges at L. Rey, but he counters with a hurricanrana. Nicole charges at L. Rey, but she gets a hurricanrana alone. TNT gets up. L. Rey charges at him, jump onto his shoulders, and hits him with a reverse hurricanrana. Then, L. Rey jumps onto the apron as Talia stands up. He jumps onto the top rope and hits Talia with a springboard forearm strike.*

Tom: La Espada De Damocles to Talia! L. Rey has now taken down all four members of T.N.T.!

Jeannie: He’s on a roll, and I don’t see that stopping.

*He climbs up to the top turnbuckle, jumps off, and hits Talia with a corkscrew 450º splash. Then, he goes for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Talia kicks out.*

Tom: La Iluminación Choca does not get the three count.

Jeannie: That’s one angel I’d like to fall off of me.

*L. Rey gets up and picks up Talia. He hits her with a flurry Kawada kicks and knife-edge chops. He places Talia against the ropes and whips her across the ring. As she bounces off the ropes, L. Rey backs into the ropes in order to bounce off of them and charge at Talia. However, Nicole distracts the ref by trying to enter the ring. Tracy sneaks up behind L. Rey and hits him TNT’s horseshoe. L. Rey walks to the center of the ring in pain, and Talia spears L. Rey. The crowd boos this.*

Jeannie: Dammit! What the hell is wrong with these people!?

Tom: Nicole Michaels distracts the referee, allowing Tracy Jones to hit L. Rey in the back with TNT’s horseshoe.

*Magnum runs over to Nicole and the referee to tell him what happened. However, TNT gets up into Magnum’s face. The two men look like they are about to come to blows, but the referee exits the ring and pulls them apart. Meanwhile, Tracy throws the horseshoe to Talia. She waits for L. Rey to get up and hits him in the back with the horseshoe.*

Tom: And now, Talia has L. Rey in the back with that horseshoe!

Jeannie: Dammit! Not again! Not this way dammit!

Tom: Calm down, Michael Cole!

Jeannie: Oh my God! Not only have TNT hurt my L. Rey, but they’ve turned me into that hack announcer! Dammit! These people must be stopped!

*Talia throws the horseshoe back to Tracy. The ref finally manages to separate Magnum and TNT and returns to the ring. Talia hits L. Rey with a flurry of knees to his back. Talia picks up L. Rey and hits him with a snap suplex. She picks him up and throws L. Rey face first into a corner. Talia smashes L. Rey’s face into the top turnbuckle 12 times. After the twelfth one, Talia pulls L. Rey back, quickly jumps onto the turnbuckle, jumps off, and hits L. Rey with a diving Lou Thesz press pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey kicks out.*

Tom: And, Talia has gotten back into this match, nearly getting a win with the Dirty Dozen.

Jeannie: That bitch! What does she think she’s doing by smashing L. Rey’s beautiful face into the turnbuckle!?

Tom: What are you going to do about!?

Jeannie: I don’t know, but it will probably involve dog crap!

*Talia gets up and picks up L. Rey. She hits him with a gutwrench suplex. Then, she picks him up and hits him with a delayed fisherman suplex. She picks him up again and hits him with a snap suplex. She picks him up again and hits him with a backbreaker. Then, Talia gets up and locks L. Rey into a surfboard.*

Tom: Talia is really going to work on L. Rey’s back.

Jeannie: Just as long as it’s not L. Rey’s face and is a body part I can massage, then me and her are cool.

*Talia has the move locked on tight. However, her shoulders come down to the mat.*

Ref: 1…2…*Talia gets her shoulder up.*

*After a few seconds, Talia’s shoulders go down again.*

Ref: 1…2…*Talia gets her shoulder up.*

*After another few seconds, Talia’s shoulders go down again.*

Ref: 1…2…*Talia gets her shoulder up.*

*Suddenly, L. Rey manages to get out of the hold, rolls over, and lands on Talia for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Talia kicks out.*

Tom: L. Rey gets out of the surfboard and nearly beats Talia.

Jeannie: If this match keeps on goin, then I’m going to turn into the She-Hulk.

Tom: What!?

Jeannie: You know, I’ll be green.

Tom: So?

Jeannie: Out of jealousy! The green-eyed monster!

Tom: OH!

*L. Rey gets up and picks up Talia, but Talia counters with a kick to the stomach. She grabs Talia and hits L. Rey with a spinning powerbomb. She goes for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey kicks out.*

Tom: Safety Last to L. Rey.

Jeannie: I mean, how could you not get that reference!?

Tom: Well, if you have to explain it, then it isn’t a good reference.

*Talia gets up and hits L. Rey with a thunderfire powerbomb. She goes for another pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey kicks out.*

Tom: Cliffhanger nearly gets the win for Talia. Boy, she really is strong.

Jeannie: Do I look like I care?

Tom: Yes.

Jeannie: Well, my face is lying to you.

*Talia gets up. She’s starting to look frustrated. She picks up L. Rey and locks him in an overhead gutwrench backbreaker rack.*

Tom: And, now Talia is going for a submission win, with Sharky’s Machine.

Jeannie: Hey! I saw that movie last night!

Tom: How was it?

Jeannie: It hasn’t really held up.

*Talia has the move locked on for a few minutes. However, L. Rey does not look to be in any pain. The ref keeps asking L. Rey if he wants to submit, but L. Rey doesn’t say a thing. Talia’s stablemates cheer her on and yell at L. Rey to quit. Magnum starts chanting “L. Rey.” A few people in the front row join. Then, the “L. Rey” starts to pick up. It gets louder and louder. Talia and her teammates look upset. TNT starts yelling at the crowd to shut up. Meanwhile, L. Rey starts kicking his legs. The chants are now deafening. Suddenly, L. Rey flips over, lands on his feet, flips Talia over, and locks her into her own move. The crowd pops.*

Tom: Great Googly Moogly! L. Rey has countered Sharky’s Machine and locked Talia in her own move!

Jeannie: Yes! He’s not out of this match yet!

*L. Rey has the move locked on, but Talia struggles to get out of it. L. Rey falls back into the ropes, and Talia pushes off the ropes, flips over, lands on her feet, and flips L. Rey over onto the mat in a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey bridges up, turns Talia over, picks her up, and hits her with a spinning double underhook facebuster.*

Tom: Holy Cow! L. Rey counters another pin from Talia into Alas De Angel #1!

Jeannie: L. Rey is making a comeback!

*Both wrestlers are down on the mat. The ref begins a 10 count.*

Ref: 1…*Magnum and T.N.T. cheer on their respective partners.*

2…

3…*L. Rey starts stirring around.*

4…*Talia starts stirring around.*

5…

6…*Talia pushes up off the mat.*

7…

8…*Talia stands up.*

*Suddenly, L. Rey kips up and hits Talia with a Pelé kick. Talia falls back into the ropes and bounces off them. L. Rey then punches Talia in the stomach 20 times and then hits her with a stunner.*

Tom: El Angel Stunner to Talia.

Jeannie: And, I am stunned by L. Rey’s performance in this match.

Tom: Good God! That was horrible!

Jeannie: Shut up!

*L. Rey gets up, holding his back, while Talia gets up on her knees. Suddenly, L. Rey hits Talia with two stiff kicks to the chest followed by a high-speed roundhouse kick to Talia’s head. He goes for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Talia kicks out.*

Tom: El Fabricante De Aureola to Talia, but it doesn’t get the win.

Jeannie: Oh, the irony: such a mean woman getting a halo.

Tom: Now, that was much better.

Jeannie: Thank you.

*L. Rey moves onto the apron. He waits for Talia to get up. She does, and L. Rey jumps up onto the top rope and hits Talia with a springboard enzuigiri. He goes for another pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Talia kicks out.*

Tom: El Angel Wave nearly gets the three.

Jeannie: It’s just a matter of time.

*L. Rey climbs up to the top rope. However, Tracy and Nicole climb up on the apron and try to push L. Rey off; but L. Rey jumps off before they can. Suddenly, Magnum rushes over and pulls both girls off the apron. The ref exits the ring again to separate them. As this goes on, Talia gets up and charges at L. Rey. However, L. Rey grabs Talia by her arm, spins her around, and drops her throat first onto the second rope. Suddenly, TNT hits L. Rey in the head with his horseshoe. L. Rey flies across the ring. The crowd boos loudly, but the referee is still distracted to see this. TNT then walks over to Magnum and his girls.*

Tom: Santa Vaca! TNT just blasted L. Rey with his horseshoe!

Jeannie: Oh that horrible sexy bastard!

Tom: Jeannie!

Jeannie: What!? TNT is hot!!!!

*The ref gets them separated. Meanwhile, Talia gets up. She walks over to L. Rey, who is busted open. Magnum realizes something fishy has gone on and goes to argue with TNT, who claims innocence. In the ring, Talia picks up L. Rey with a gutwrench lift and then spins him around into a reverse DDT. She goes for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…3! *The bell rings, and the crowd boos.*

Tom: And, thanks to TNT’s horseshoe and the Ship’s Mast, Talia Bell has won this match!

Jeannie: Dammit! L. Rey had this match in the bag!

*TNT, Tracy, and Nicole enter to celebrate Talia’s victory. Magnum also enters the ring to check on L. Rey, who is still busted open. Suddenly, TNT charges at Magnum and attacks him with a flurry of punches. The ref tries to separate him, but the girls grab the ref and throw him out of the ring. Then, the girls attack L. Rey. Tracy and Nicole pick him up and hold him while Talia exits the ring. She grabs L. Rey’s guitar and reenters the ring. Talia has a devilish look on her face. She goes to bash the guitar over L. Rey’s head. However, Magnum kicks TNT in the crotch and spears Talia before she can. The crowd goes wild.*

Jeannie: Thank God!

Tom: James “Magnum” Constance saves L. Rey from being bashed by his own guitar.

*Tracy and Nicole throw L. Rey out of the ring as Magnum gets up; he lands on the apron. Then, Tracy jumps onto Magnum’s back. However, Magnum just throws Tracy off. Suddenly, Nicole jumps onto Magnum, takes off his sunglasses and cap, and starts kissing him. TNT gets up and waits to attack Magnum. However, Magnum pushes Nicole off of him, and then he catches TNT with a flapjack lift into a cutter.*

Tom: Magnum finally gets wise to Nicole’s kissing distractions and hits TNT with the Paradise Blues.

Jeannie: Nicole’s kissing must be going down in quality.

*Nicole looks at Magnum with rage. Magnum just smiles and wags his finger at Nicole. Suddenly, Nicole kicks Magnum in the crotch. Magnum falls to his knees, and Nicole pounces on him, scratching at his face. Meanwhile, Tracy and Talia get up. Talia checks on TNT while Tracy takes TNT’s horseshoe. She walks over to Magnum and wraps the rope tied to the horseshoe around Magnum’s neck while Nicole punches him. Referees and security come to try to Magnum and L. Rey’s aid, but TNT and Talia keep them at bay.*

Tom: Will somebody stop this!? These girls are choking the life out of Magnum!

Jeannie: Magnum’s gonna need mouth-to-mouth! I better go down there!

Tom: Sit down!

*Tracy continues choking Magnum, but Nicole has stopped punching him. He is turning blue. Nicole walks over to L. Rey’s guitar and picks it up. Tracy lets go of Magnum, and Nicole quickly bashes the guitar over Magnum’s head. He falls to the mat with the guitar still on his head. The boos from the crowd are now deafening.*

Tom: Good God Y’all! Nicole just hit Magnum with L. Rey’s guitar!

Jeannie: Goddammit! Why must these girls go after the face!?

Tom: Somebody has to stop this!

*Meanwhile, L. Rey has gotten up onto his feet. Suddenly, TNT runs to the opposite ropes, bounces off them, charges at L. Rey, and knocks L. Rey off the apron, hitting him so hard that L. Rey goes flying into the guardrail, knocking over the guardrail and taking out a several fans. The crowd goes silent. Referees and official immediately go to check on L. Rey and the fans.*

Tom: Oh my God.

Jeannie: Jesus Christ! TNT sent L. Rey flying off the apron and landed on the apron, taking out some fans!

Tom: Um…we’re gonna need some EMTs out here.

*TNT and the girls looked shocked. They look at each other. The whole arena is silent. Then, TNT and the girls start laughing and bragging about what they’ve done. A soda can goes flying, starting a barrage of garbage and boos. TNT and the girls soon exit the ring as the referees and official check on L. Rey, Magnum, and the fans. Soon, EMTs come out to help L. Rey and the fans.*

Tom: I don’t believe this! T.N.T. is happy about what they’ve done! Something has to be done about this group!

Jeannie: I can tell you that this feud between them and Magnum and L. Rey is not over.

[James E. Colvin]

*We go back to the arena floor, where we are once again joined by Tom Bailey and Jeannie Lawless.

Tom: We’re back here at the WIGsphere, and lets get ready for another great match!

Jeannie: Howard Finkel is in the ring, ready for the introductions! Take it away, Fink!

Fink: The following match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first….

* “Date with the Night” by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs plays, as Andy Duke and Vin Beverly, accompanied by Alexa King, come out to ring side. Andy high-fives the fans, however, Vin mostly ignores them.

Fink: Being accompanied to the ring by Alexa King, at a combined weight of 482 pounds, the TigerPath Blazing Path Champion Vin Beverly and Andy Duke, The King’s Court!

Tom: Well, this trio has been a part of many shocking moments over the past couple months.

Jeannie: Indeed. First, you had Alexa’s shocking kidnapping by Coltrane, and the brutal barbed-wire deathmatch between Coltrane and Duke that followed. Vin Beverly wins the Blazing Path championship in Japan, and then just a few days later is introduced as the newest member of the King’s Court, despite Duke’s past rivalry with him.

Tom: Maybe it was because of their rivalry. After all, after those three matches, I think these two know each other just about as well as any tag team here in W*I*G.

Jeannie: Yes, but knowing someone as your brother in arms is quite different than knowing them as your opponent.

Tom: True. Either way, it will be interesting how these two fare in their first match as a team.

Jeannie: Indeed, and its not going to be an easy feat to topple their first opponents.

Fink: And their opponents….

*"I’m Shipping up to Boston" by the Dropkick Murphys cues up.

Finkel: Proudly representing their home country of Ireland at a combined weight of 396 lbs, being accompanied to the ring by Coach O'Hare, Captain Aidan Donnelly & "The Don Juan of Donegal" Sean McCann... TEAM IRELAND!

*Team Ireland enter the W*I*G-Sphere: Aidan wearing a Team Ireland shirt, long green tights & with a Tricolour draped over his head & shoulders; Sean clad in his shiny silver pants & waistcoat as well as a pair of shades. Coach O'Hare waves the Tricolour atop his trademark Hurley.

Tom: Team Ireland are desperate to prove themselves here tonight. They said when they arrived that their past reputation was just that, the past. Now they're looking to carve out a new legacy in W*I*G.

Jeannie: And their eagerness to remake themselves may well make Team Ireland more dangerous than they've ever been, Tom. Combine that with their Tag-Team experience & the fact that Duke & Beverly can't seem to get along & I'd say Team Ireland have every chance of walking out of here with the win tonight!

*McCann and Donnelly both pause for their signature Green, White & Gold pyro; as it goes off, O'Hare stretches the Tricolour as high & wide as possible, Aidan holds up his own Tricolour before dropping it back down onto his shoulders, Sean tosses his shades aside & they march on down to the ring. McCann slips off his waistcoat, and both members of Team Ireland prepare for the match.

Tom: Normally, I’d say that having someone like Coach O’Hare in your corner is a huge advantage, but Alexa King more than knows her way around a fight.

Jeannie: I think Alexa King knows her way around a lot of things.

Tom: Will you stop?!?!

Jeannie: Either way, it will be interesting to see what happens here. Team Ireland has the tag experience in the past. Duke has had great tag success as well, but never with his current partner. Vin, however, is the most experienced man in this match, wrestling professionally for almost 5 years longer than anyone else involved, but has only started achieving anything worthwhile. The King’s Court also has size on their side as well, outweighing their opponents by about 90 pounds.

Tom: Yes, it will indeed be interesting. I’m just happy that not only do we have Team Ireland here in W*I*G, but we have Andy Duke returning to arguably his best form, tag team wrestling.

*Aidan looks like he is going to start this match for Team Ireland. Duke and Beverly, however, seem to getting heated about just who will start this match.

Jeannie: Uh-oh!

Tom: Uh-oh is right! Their first match hasn’t even started yet, and they’re getting heated with each other. They can’t even decide who’s going to start this match!

Jeannie: Alexa should have known that putting two combustible elements such as these together in a tag team was only a recipe for chaos.

Tom: Well, it seems like Alexa maybe has gotten her team back in order!

*Alexa steps onto the apron, and barks orders at Duke, telling him that Beverly is going to start this match. Duke reluctantly steps onto the apron, and shoots a confused look towards Alexa. The referee signals for the bell, and we’re ready to begin, finally.

Tom: And this match is finally underway!

Jeannie: I can’t wait!

*The bell rings, and the second that it does, Andy Duke slaps Vin Beverly in the back (very hard, too), thus tagging himself into the match. Beverly gets in his face, but not for long, as Aidan gets this match officially underway, but charging the corner, and pushing Beverly into Duke.

Tom: Seems that we may have some dissention in the ranks already.

Jeannie: Well, Andy Duke technically went along with the rules. Vin was to start the match, and he did. He only was in for a second or two, but he did technically start the match.

*Beverly leaves the ring, and Aidan still attacks Duke in the corner. With Duke’s back against the corner, Aidan climbs to the second rope, and begins punching Duke in the head. The crowd counts along with the punches.

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*Duke grabs Aidan around the waist and charges out of the corner, slamming Aidan down to the canvas with a hard spine buster!

Tom: What a spine buster!

Jeannie: Can Duke capitalize on this though? He’s been blindsided from the onset of this match.

*Duke gets to his feet, and goes to his corner, looking to tag in Vin Beverly. When he gets to his corner, however, Beverly jumps off the apron to the floor.

Tom: More conflict between Duke and Beverly!

Jeannie: What immaturity shown by both men here. I bet Alexa is regretting her decision of letting Beverly into the King’s Court.

Tom: Perhaps so, but this match still isn’t over. Alexa just needs to get these guys on the same page.

*While Vin is on the floor, Alexa begins to yell at him, telling him to get his head back in this match. Duke watches while this all goes on, not knowing that Aidan has gotten up behind him. He goes behind, wraps his arms around Duke’s midsection, and hit’s a German suplex! And another! And a third German suplex, this time, bridging afterwards. The ref begins to count the pin.

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*Beverly slides in the ring and breaks up the pin with an elbow drop. Sean McCann tries to enter the ring to even the odds, but the referee holds him back. Beverly hits Aidan with a stop to the head, before leaving to go back to his corner. Duke and Aidan are both down in the ring, while the referee begins counting a double-knockout.

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*both men begin to stir, and crawl towards their corners.

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*Aidan is just a couple feet away from tagging in McCann, while Duke still has a few feet left to go

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*Aidan is having trouble making it all the way to his corner, though. Andy, who is still a couple feet back, does a small jump-style manuever, and is able to tag in Vin Beverly. Aidan makes it to his corner, and tags in McCann.

Tom: Duke makes the tag!

Jeannie: And so does Team Ireland!

*Beverly quickly rushes towards Team Ireland’s corner, but McCann springboards off the ropes, and takes Beverly down with a huge springboard dropkick!

Tom: And Sean McCann makes an explosive entrance into this match with that huge dropkick!

Jeannie: And now the fans are on their feet!

*Sean McCann waits for Beverly to stand up. Once Beverly is to his feet, McCann sets up for the Enzuguiri, but Beverly ducks the kick, and drops McCann’s other leg. McCann quickly recovers, and hits Beverly with a super kick!

Tom: What a kick!

Jeannie: Vin Beverly may be out!

*McCann goes for the cover

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*Beverly kicks out. Alexa King starts pounding on the apron, not only in frustration over how this match has gone, but also to try and motivate her team. Beverly gets to his feet, and McCann takes him down again with a huge hurricanrana. Beverly rolls outside to the floor, where Alexa King goes and checks up on him.

*Vin dusts himself off a little bit & assures Alexa that he's fine as he gets back in the ring. Sean, meanwhile, does the old Eddie Guerrero "lie on the top rope" spot to the amusement of a few fans. Beverly tries to rush Sean in the corner, but the quick-footed Irishman leaps to the outside & Vin crashes into the turnbuckle chest first. Sean leaps back in over the top rope & tries to catch Beverly with a Sunset Flip, but Beverly reverses it & sits down on Sean's shoulders, grabbing his legs simultaneously. The ref slides in to make the count...

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AIDAN BREAKS IT UP!

*Aidan dropkicks Vin Beverly in the back. The referee yells at Aidan to get him out of the ring. Beverly & Alexa are also yelling, particularly, Beverly. Sean takes advantage of the moment to try & roll Beverly up with a Schoolboy, grabbing a mighty handful of Beverly's tights in the process...

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KICKOUT!

*Beverly is again protesting with the referee, indicating in an animated fashion that McCann was yanking on his tights. Duke slightly smirks from ringside. Beverly points out towards Duke & shouts some unintelligible abuse at him. Duke gives Beverly the finger & Beverly makes his way to the King's Court corner. Sean dropkicks Beverly right into Duke, which the referee rules as a tag. Duke enters the ring a little groggily still mouthing off to Beverly. Sean immediately grabs Duke by the arm & Irish Whips him (appropriately enough) to the Team Ireland corner. Sean makes a tag to Aidan. Sean holds Duke in position for a Side Russian Leg Sweep as Donnelly hits the ropes & catches Duke with a Lariat. All three men hit the mat at once, with Duke taking the brunt of the damage, obviously.

*The ref orders Sean out of the ring & McCann complies without much argument. Aidan goes to town on Duke, stomping away at his left leg. Aidan holds Duke's leg aloft & is about to tie him up in a Figure-4 but Duke kicks Aidan away to the ropes. Duke whips Aidan off to the opposite side of the ring & tries to catch him with a Back Body Drop on the rebound, but Duke telegraphs his intentions & Aidan delivers a harsh kick to Duke's chest. Andy staggers away clutching at his chest. Aidan takes a run at Andy from behind & catches him with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Andy begins to sit up again & Aidan hits him with a stiff kick to the back.

Jeannie: Andy Duke seems to be letting Team ireland run all over him. He hasn't gotten in a single offensive maneuver since he tagged in.

Tom: Andy may be more distracted by his unhelpful partner than anything else.

Jeannie: Pairing rivals up as partners never works.

Tom: Jerry Lynn & Lance Storm, AJ Styles & Christopher Daniels, Kurt Angle & Chris Benoit? Yeah... never works.

Jeannie: Oh, shut up!

*Aidan begins to bring Andy to his feet again, Duke starts trying to figth back with a few elbows to Aidan's mid-section. Aidan releases Andy. Duke runs the ropes, but on the rebound Aidan catches him with an Overhead Belly-To-Belly Suplex. Aidan leaps to the Team Irealnd corner & makes a tag to Sean. Sean enters the ring. Sean whips Duke towards Aidan. Donnelly catches Andy on his shoulders & Team Ireland nail Duke with "Whiskey in the Jar". Sean moves in to make the cover & lies over Duke's body, but there's no count...

Jeannie: Alexa King is distracting the referee! How can he pay attention to her when I'm right here?!

Tom: She's just playing Team Ireland at their own game. I've lost count of how many times I've seen Coach O'Hare distract either a referee or opponent over the years.

*Sean gets up & is about to get the ref's attention when Vin Beverly attacks him immediately taking him down with a Beverly Clutch Backbreaker. Vin drags Andy Duke & throws him on top of Sean (with more force than is strictly necessary) as Alexa ceases "complaining" to the ref. The refree turns around to see Andy covering Sean & is about to start the count when Aidan Donnelly slides into the cover with a Basement Dropkick. The referee ushers Aidan out of the ring. Donnelly is mouthing off at the official as he goes. McCann & Duke are starting to get back to their feet. Duke is back up first. Before McCann can fully regain his bearings, the larger Duke forces him back into a corner. Andy smacks Sean on the chest with a thunderous chop that echoes throughout the W*I*G-Sphere. Andy doles out chop after chop to Sean, whose chest is rapidly turning bright red. Sean keeps trying to leave the corner, but Duke shoves him back in every time & delivers another smacking chop!

Tom: Will you listen to that? And take a look at Sean's chest!

Jeannie: Just try & stop me!

*Andy finally drags McCann out of the corner & hits him with a Brainbuster. Duke drags McCann back to the corner of The King's Court & makes the tag to Vin Beverly.

Jeannie: Did you see that? Amazing!

Tom: That was an incredible Brainbuster!

Jeannie: Actually I meant that Duke voluntarily tagged in Beverly... I guess the move was okay too.

*Beverly seems as confused by Duke's actions as anyone else. Alexa, on the other hand, beams proudly that her boys are now finally starting to get along. Beverly gives McCann a few slaps to the face & lifts him up onto his shoulders. Beverly is readying to hit Sean with a Gut Buster, but Sean counters by spinning out into a Tornado DDT, planting Beverly head first on the mat.

Tom: A move of desperation from Sean McCann, will it pay off here?

*Sean is crawling over towards the Team Ireland corner, but Beverly won't even glance in the direction of his Tag-Team partner, so proud is he. Duke stands with his hand outstretched, but Beverly couldn't give a toss. McCann is slowly inching his way towards Aidan, Aidan has his hand stretched out waiting for the tag. Sean is about to reach up for the tag when Beverly grabs Sean's leg as he crawls on the mat. Vin stands, holding onto Sean's ankle. Sean spins around from his position lying flat on his belly & blasts Beverly with an Enzuguiri. Beverly flops to the mat in a Flair-esque fashion & Sean makes the tag to Aidan. Aidan makes his way in & drags Beverly back standing again. Aidan rocks Beverly with a few European Uppercuts, forcing him back against the ropes. Aidan whips Beverly to the opposite side & catches him with a surprise Power Slam on the rebound.

Tom: Wow! It's not often that we see Aidan Donnelly show off his strength like that.

Jeannie: Just shows that Shane Malone isn't the only powerhouse in Team Ireland.

Tom: Yeah, there's also Maeve O'Hare.

Jeannie: Shutty!

*Aidan brings Beverly back to his feet again & begins to set him up for a Suplex. Beverly digs Donnelly in the ribs, but Aidan fights back with a knee to the gut. He nails Beverly with one Suplex, then a second... before Donnelly can hit a Brainbuster, Beverly forces him back to the ropes. Aidan still tries for the move anyway, but Beverly slips out over the ropes & onto the ring apron. He clocks Donnelly in the back of the head with a forearm, but before he can re-enter, Coach O'Hare trips him up on the apron & Beverly falls face-first onto the edge of the ring. Duke sees this & starts chuckling until Alexa admonishes him. Meanwhile, Donnelly calls Sean into the ring. Aidan gets down on all fours & Sean runs over his back executing a Plancha to the outside & crashing right into Vin Beverly. This also raises a chuckle from Duke until Alexa demands that he go over there & help out his partner. Duke reluctantly drops off the ring apron & makes his way around to where Sean landed on Vin Beverly.

Jeannie: And, Duke, somewhat reluctantly, goes to the aid of his partner.

*Duke gives a pretty half-hearted effort as he tries to fight Sean off, giving him a weak shove before making his way back to his own corner. Alexa doesn't look too happy with Andy on his return to the corner. Aidan keeps the ref distracted inside the ring while Sean & O'Hare get a few kicks & cheap-shots in on Beverly. McCann & O'Hare roll Beverly back into the ring. The ref glances over just in time to see Sean & the Coach walking away from Beverly.

Tom: I guess that Duke just wanted Beverly in so he'd take a bit of punishment.

*Beverly is crawling towards his corner, but Aidan cuts him off with a Dropkick to the face. Aidan drags Beverly back to his feet & has him set up for a Fisherman's Suplex. As he's bending over to take Beverly over head, Beverly knees him in the face with the leg that Aidan had hooked. As Aidan wanders around a little bit dazed by Beverly's attack, Beverly grabs him from behind & nails him with VB Special I. The feat has taken something out of Beverly too as he falls to the mat again on all fours. Beverly is crawling back to the corner of The King's Court. Duke looks down on him with an expression that says "Oh, NOW you want my help?"

Tom: Duke doesn't look as if he wants to accept the tag from Beverly.

Jeannie: He better learn to put their rivalry behind him if he wants to get a victory here tonight. Thinking like that won't win The King's Court many matches.

*Duke looks across the ring & sees how close Aidan is to tagging in Sean McCann. Andy stretches out an arm & Beverly finally makes the tag.

Tom: Now they might just make it as a team after all.

*Duke charges in to the ring, making a beeline for the Team Ireland corner. He smashes Sean McCann with a forearm & knocks him off the apron. He bounds off the ropes & nails Aidan with a Shining Wizard.

Jeannie: Andy Duke has finally managed to get himself together here, he's looking better now than he has all match!

Tom: Hey, what are Beverly & Alexa doing?

*A close shot of The King' Court corner, shows that Beverly & Alexa are leaning in quite close to eachother sharing a few private words. Duke, evidently, doesn't notice this as he hooks both of Donnelly's arms. It seems he's about to go for a Tiger Bomb, but Donnelly reverses the move into a Northern Lights Suplex of sorts.

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2...




KICKOUT!

*Andy just manages to escape the pin attempt.

Jeannie: He can't let that rattle him. Duke's just starting to get into the match.

Tom: Alexa King best hope that Donnelly hasn't managed to put a stop to Duke's momentum.

*Andy & Aidan both get to their feet at about the same time, Aidan tries to snake behind Andy & give him a German Suplex, but Duke smashes Aidan with a few elbow shots. Donnelly staggers backwards & Duke crouches down in a three-point stance. Andy blasts Donnelly with an almighty Lariat & returns close to his own corner.

Tom: This could be the end. Duke seems to be feeling it!

*Aidan is slowly, groggily returning to his feet. Andy stands behind Aidan with his arms spread out, getting ready to hit him with a Dragon Suplex. Andy feels a harsh slap on his back... It's Vin Beverly. Duke turns around to face Beverly.

Duke: What the hell are you doing, man?

*Beverly saunters into the ring, walking right past Andy. Vin walks up behind Aidan, just as the Team Ireland Captain gets to his feet & hits him with a "VB Special II". Beverly makes the cover, Duke doesn't bother trying to get in as he's sure that McCann will make the break. But as he looks over to the Team Ireland corner he sees that Alexa is... erm... getting kind of up close to Sean, tousling his hair & running her fingers down his chest. O'Hare is yelling at Sean to pay attention, not getting the irony that he's not paying attention himself. Duke scrambles to get back in the ring, intent on not allowing Beverly to soak up all the glory, but he's just too late. In the ring, the ref counts...

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2...




3!!!

DING-DING-DING!

*Duke crashes onto the cover a second too late. "The Island (Intro)" starts playing over the speakers in the W*I*G-Sphere. Andy & Coach O'Hare both look on in utter disbelief. Sean has a huge smile on his face until Alexa disgustedly shoves him away. Alexa enters the ring where Duke & Beverly are still bickering. She steps in between them & raises the arms of both men in the air.

Jeannie: What the hell's Andy Duke's problem? They won, didn't they?

Tom: I think it's more to do with how the victory was obtained & who it was that made the cover in the end.

*Coach O'Hare is tearing strips off Sean outside the ring.

Jeannie: Jeez! It's looks like Alexa King is the only one satisfied with the outcome of this match!

Tom: Duke & Beverly may have won the match here tonight, but I doubt there'll be many more victories in their future unless they learn to co-operate.

[James E. Colvin]

“Crimson Shadow” plays over the PA system, and the crowd boos as Chick walks down the ramp, cracking her neck as she ignores the fans on her way down the ramp.

Howard Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! On her way to the ring first, from Japan…she is…CHICK! AURA!

Tom: Well, here comes the fight we’ve been dying for! The amazingly brutal Chick Aura takes on the woman she hospitalized months ago, Juri Sadamoto.

Jeannie: This match isn’t to be taken lightly, Tom. While this match isn’t for any title, it’s still expected to be a match to settle just who truly is the Joshi of WIG.

Chick walks up the steps and climbs over the ropes to inside the ring. She walks to the center of the ring, staring coldly at Howard before turning towards the crowd. Her arms crossed, she waits patiently for her enemy.

Howard Finkel: And her opponent…

He’s barely mentioned her stats and already the crowd is excited. This frustrates Chick, of course, but she’s still capable of shrugging them off.

Tom: I just have to ask, why’s she looking out at the crowd?

Jeannie: Duh, Tom, where else does Juri come from? Nowhere?

Tom: Well she certainly did last time.

Howard Finkel: From Osaka, Japan…she is the Broken Rose of WIG…JURI! SADAMOTO!

As “Ichirin no Hana” plays, and the spotlight focuses on Juri, who’s making her way to the steps in the crowd section, her vision set straight on Chick. Finally on ground level, she hops over the barricade and then rolls into the ring. She stands on the nearest turnbuckle, and as she raises her arms, the ring is pelted with red and green streamers. The crowd is chanting to her.

“WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!”

Tom: There’s no denying it, she’s earned this praise.

Jeannie: A big fan following, having been taken out after one match, three months going by with little time in the ring…I have to say she has.

As the streamers finish flying about, Juri steps off the turnbuckles and turns her attention to the opponent for this evening. The ref takes this time to clear the ring of streamers.

Soon the bell rings, and the two red-haired women stare at each other from across the ring. Slowly, they approach one another in the center, and Juri looks up at Chick. The two Joshis lock up, attempting to force one another down to the mat. This goes on for the next minute, with no clear winner apparent. Chick decides to end this test of strength by letting go of one of Juri’s hands, raising her own arm high to strike, but this allows the Broken Rose time to hit Chick in the face with a knife edge chop! Chick stumbles back against the ropes, shaking her head to get the cogs working again. She sees Juri running towards her, and ducks as Juri closes in, lifting her over the ropes with a back body drop. Juri lands safely on the ring apron, and Chick turns to see this. As Chick rears back for a punch, Juri ducks her head between the second and top rope, headbutting Chick in the stomach. Chick doubles over, and Juri uses this momentum to slingshot over the ropes and roll over Chick’s back. Juri lands on her feet in a fighting stance, waiting for Chick to turn around. Chick stands upright once more, and turning to Juri. Just before the Broken Rose can land a kick, Chick grabs her foot and throws it to the side, but Juri pivots and the kick comes back around, hitting Chick in the face and knocking her to the ground! The crowd is in shock!

Tom: Did you see that?! Chick was knocked on her butt by the Rose Red!

Jeannie: She shook the damn house with that one. Juri’s definitely not a force to mess with, and unfortunately for Chick Aura, that’s a lesson learned the hard way.

Juri hooks the leg for a pin.

1!

That’s all she gets as Chick tosses Juri off of her, and gets to her feet. Juri is next to stand, and Chick runs at Juri looking for a clothesline. Juri ducks underneath, and Chick bounces off the ropes. She grabs Juri, still bent over, and hits her with a modified bulldog. Chick gets to her feet, and stands over Juri as she lays on her stomach, and locks her into a mounted crossface. The ref asks Juri if she wants to quit. Juri shakes her head.

Tom: Early in the fight, but that’s still a hard submission to maneuver out of. How can Juri escape this?

The Broken Rose, in the hold for thirty seconds, pusher her upper body off the ground. Chick appears stunned by this, and Juri’s far up off the ground to slide her lower body out from under the larger woman. Juri stands up, and grabs onto Chick’s hands, struggling to free her face from her hold. She breaks off them, and still holding onto them, turns around as their arms cross, and delivers a kick to Chick’s midsection. It does nothing. Juri kicks again at Chick, but still nothing comes from it. Juri lets go of Chick’s arms and dropkicks Chick back into the ropes. Chick bounces off of them, and Juri hits a step drop toe hold to knock Chick to her face. Juri then grabs Chick’s leg, turning her onto her back, and twists the large Asian’s leg.

Jeannie: Juri’s going for the spinning toe hold! It’s usually a major maneuver for any wrestler, but can it weaken Chick Aura?

The question is answered in ten seconds, as Chick uses her free leg to kick Juri off of her and face first on the mat.

Tom: Afraid not.

Chick stands up and stares down at Juri, beginning to kick at the downed Joshi’s midsection. Aura grabs Juri’s hair and pulls her to her feet, and delivers a hard chop across Juri’s chest. Chick, her grasp still on Juri’s hair, guides Sadamoto to the nearest turnbuckle, where she rams her head into the top one repeatedly. After several shots, Chick throws Juri’s upper back onto her knee, and the Broken Rose falls off it to the mat. Chick covers Juri to pin.

1!

2!

Juri kicks out!

Tom: It took a bit for Chick to try and maintain dominance in the fight, but no backbreaker could take Juri out so easily!

Chick stands up once more, kicking down at Juri. She stands Juri up once more, and whips her into the ropes. Chick squats down as Juri returns, and she wraps her arms around the Broken Rose, lifting her up and spinning around, dropping Juri to the floor with a spinebuster! Chick goes for another pin.

1!

2!

Juri gets her shoulder up! Chick grabs Juri’s legs and carries her over to the ropes, and falls to the ground. She lifts her legs up, sending Juri’s body flying into the ropes. Juri bounces off the ropes, but her back lands on top of Chick’s knees! The crowd cringes at this display, and Juri falls off of Chick’s knees. The larger Asian grabs a hold of Juri, and goes to pin.

Tom: Wow, that was brutal.

Jeannie: You’d imagine after something like that, Juri would be down and out.

1!

2!

A kickout by Juri!

Jeannie: But c’mon, this is JURI we’re talking about here! That’s just too easy!

Chick slams her hands into the mat, and mounts Juri. She grabs a hold of Sadamoto’s throat, and choke her until the ref begins to count, letting go at three. Chick is forced away from Juri by the ref until Juri is standing back up. Chick grabs Juri’s arm and twists it into a hammerlock. Juri elbows at Chick several times, but it does no good as Chick grabs that arm also. From behind her arms appear underhooked, and Chick is able to lift Juri up in the air. She falls back, and Juri is hit with a modified suplex.

Tom: An underhooked suplex from Chick Aura!

Jeannie: You don’t see that much.

Chick stands up and walks over to Juri, placing her foot on the Joshi’s throat. The crowd boos greatly as the ref begins his count, Chick letting her foot off at four.

Tom: Oh come on! That’s not fair of Chick!

Jeannie: No duh, Tom! Why else would the ref give her a count?

Chick lifts Juri onto her shoulder, and walks towards the corner to drop Juri onto the turnbuckles. But Juri slides out behind Chick! Juri takes this momentum to knock Chick down with another Red Rose kick to the back of the head! Chick falls simply to her knees, and Juri hits Chick with a chop to the chest! Followed with a chop to the neck! The head! And a great push to the floor!

Tom: Juri takes Chick down again with the Bara Bramble!

Juri hooks the leg for a pin.

1!

2!

Chick gets her shoulder up. Juri grabs Chick’s arm and forces her to her feet, and unexpectedly sending Chick chest first into the nearest corner.

Jeannie: I guess she doesn’t know her own strength.

Tom: I’d say that’s a given, Jeannie.

Juri runs at Chick, and leaps with a spinning back elbow to Chick’s neck.

Jeannie: The Ro-zu Thorn connects!

Juri stands with her back to Chick’s and flips with a moonsault kick to the neck!

Tom: And the rose White hit’s the neck as well! Juri seems to finally find a weak point on the larger Chick Aura!

Juri lands an elbow repeatedly onto Chick’s neck, then grabs her from behind for a neckbreaker. Chick is able to elbow Juri in her ribs, loosening the Broken Rose’s grip. In a matter of time Juri lets go, and Chick turns around, locking her arms around Juri’s waist, and lifts her up for a German Suplex pin!

1!

2!

Kickout by Juri! Chick stomps hard on Juri’s body, and grabs a leg for a single Boston crab hold. Juri’s a few inches away from the ropes, and she crawls her way towards them. Chick struggles to keep her hold on Juri’s leg, even stomping down on her back to keep her weakened. Juri still struggles, however, until finally, she’s within reach of the ropes and…Chick pulls her away! The crowd is in an uproar and boo at Chick!

Tom: So close! Juri can’t bother to lose to Chick at this point!

A matter of seconds continue to pass, and eventually Juri pushes her upper body back off the mat, and uses her free leg to kick at Chick’s back. She’s eventually capable of shoving Chick off her, and her upper body hangs on the middle rope. The crowd cheers as Juri rolls to her feet, and she sees the setup.

Tom: Alright, it’s time to dial that area code! 61-

Jeannie: Shut up!

Juri climbs outside the ring onto the apron, and runs at Chick, kneeing her in the head! The impact sends Chick back into the ring, down on her back. Juri climbs back into the ring and tries for a pin.

1!

2!

Chick kicks out! Juri grabs Chick off the ground again and goes for a Rose Whip, but Chick counters and whips Juri into the corner. Chick charges at Juri, but Juri knocks Chick back with an elbow to the face. Chick turns her back to Juri, a bad move from the larger Joshi, as Juri locks Chick into a sleeper hold! The crowd is going crazy now!

Tom: Sleeper hold locked in! That’s only half of what the crowd wants to see!

Juri presses her knees into Chick’s back, but the large Asian is refuses to let Juri finish the move. Juri locks the sleeper more tightly around Chick, and knees her shoulder blades repeatedly to weaken Chick. Juri forces her body weight back, and is successful in her backcracker!

Tom: Broken Stem Driver #1! That may do it!

Juri goes for a pin.

1!

2!

Chick kicks out!

Tom: You got to have thinking that was the it.

Jeannie: Please! This is the same woman that took out Juri months ago! Now I may find these chicks less exciting than the dudes, but I KNOW Chick is NOT that easy.

Tom: Wow. Well said, Jeannie!

Jeannie: That said... END THIS SO I CAN SEE THE BOYS!

Tom: So much for that.

Juri holds her back as she rises to her knees. Chick immediately sits up as Juri stares back at her. Crack! Juri catches her right across the throat. Then the face. Then the throat. Then the face again! Chick covers up as Juri tries for another but she fakes out! She pushes Aura back down and covers her.

1!

Chick kicks out!

Chick throws Juri back off of her but the Fiery Joshi recovers by rolling with the throw. She quickly rises back to her feet and spins as she reaches the rising Chick. The crowd cheers as she levels a vicious kick right at Chick's temple. But at the last second, Chick grabs it! Aura slams her palm straight into Juri's gut. Juri doubles over as the other Joshi rises to her feet, still holding Juri's abdomen and leg. She briefly squats then pushes up. Strength and force cause Sadamoto to fly into the air. Red hair goes straight up and hangs over her surprised face. While her attacker, shrugs her own red hair out of her eyes as she violently pulls downward. Sadamoto lands with a hard thud on the mat, the back of her head bouncing off the unforgiving canvas.

Jeannie: DAMN.

Tom: Juri lands in a heap! What power!

Jeannie: That was like a fall from a ladder or something!

Chick wipes her brow and, dropping to her knees, and goes for the cover!

Jeannie: It's over, no question!

1!


Tom: Hate to say it, but that was pretty impressive!


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KICK OUT!

Chick looks at the referee in disgust, perhaps thinking that his count was too slow. But she returns back to her opponent. But is meant with a Knife Edge Chop straight to the throat! Her eyes bug out as Juri gives her another. Aura stumbles back as Juri pops back up to her feet, though looks a bit wobbly. Shaking herself off, Juri runs towards the rope leaning-Chick. Stomach meets shoulder as the smaller redhead is over the ropes and onto the apron. But Juri hangs on to the top rope! Chick turns around right into a Swinging Kick right at her face but has enough time to cover up. Sadamoto recoils backward, still holding onto the ropes as Aura takes a few stunned steps back. Pointing up into the air, the crowd knows what's coming next.

Tom: Here it comes! Juri's calling for the TIMFA!

Jeannie: Oh god, she's not going to Cena this return match is she?

Tom: What?!

Jeannie: What what?

Chick lowers her hands just as Juri catapults herself into the air!

Tom: WHAT HANGTIME!

Jeannie: But wait!

Aura's face lights up with recognition as she jumps for a side step and grabs Juri in mid air, diverting her! A painful grimace forms on Juri's face as she holds her ankle, looking like she landed wrong on it. She tries to walk on it, turning around. But she limps right into a kick. In a flash, her arms are interlocked. In an instant Chick Aura has made her opponent Kiss the Pavement. She goes for the cover!

Jeannie: Chick hits her finisher! Bring on the boys!


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Tom: It's still not over yet!



2!



ROPEBREAK!

Tom: What great ring presence by Juri Sadamoto!

Jeannie: Dammit!

Chick Aura hits the mat in anger. But she again doesn't lose sight of the match. Grabbing a hold of BR's hair, she drags her victim to the center of the ring and goes to pick her up. But Juri locks her into a Small Package!

Tom: Juri could win this one!

1!


Jeannie: Victory by playing possum? Lame!

2!


Tom: WAIT! CHICK USES HER WEIGHT ADVANTAGE AND ROLLS JURI OVER!

Jeannie: WAIT WHAT?!


1!


Tom: She has Juri locked in! I think this is it!


2!


Jeannie: It can't be!




3!

The bell rings as "Crimson Shadow” blares to boos. Chick Aura lets go of her kicking opponent at the sound of the bell. She rises to her feet in victory. The referee raises her hand in victory as Finkel reads the results.

Finkel: And your winner of this match, Chick Aura!

Chick stands tall as she stares down at her knelled opponent, Juri Sadamoto. She smirks and simply walks out of the ring as Juri stands. Aura walks down back stage, never taking her eyes off Juri. Meanwhile, Sadamoto leans against the top rope smiling back. Her expression, while seemingly light, does not hide her disappointment. She mouths the words “Next time.” To which Chick shakes her head and turns, walking away the victor on this day.

[James E. Colvin]

Tom Bailey: Let's get this over with already.

Jeannie Lawless: I can't say I'm happy to have to call this one, Tommy.

Bailey: Don't worry, I don't blame you.

Howard Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a MERCY match. There will be no disqualifications, no count outs, falls will count anywhere, and the only way to the win will be by forcing your opponent to plea for mercy, or cry Uncle. Introducing first, from Richmond, California, he weighed in this morning at approximately two hundred and fifty-two pounds...Hardcore Hensley!

"I'll Whip Ya Head Boy" plays as Hensley steps out on the stage. He's in his normal wrestling trunks, nothing fancy, and makes his way to the ring completely focused. Aside from the occasional slap of the hand, it's all business. He slides into the ring, and raises his arms briefly before going to his corner.

Bailey: This is serious for Hensley. After what Joshua pulled on Vindication, this isn't no laughing matter in the least!

Lawless: That was a brutal assault, on such a handsome young fellow too!

March to the Scaffold starts up soon after, the crowd reacting with a number of heavy boos, as the man known as Joshua steps out soon after, his allies both absent from his side, simply standing atop the rampway, which is now bathed in that golden light, imply looking back at Hensley inside the ring with the same calm look on his face.

Finkel: And his opponent, representing The Innocent, from the Land of Purity, currently weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds, Joshua!

Bailey: Hensley has quite a task ahead of him tonight. He's going to have to get a man like Joshua to submit... to give up... to tap out.

Lawless: I don't know if there's anything that he'll be able to do that can make this... this handsome monster throw in the towel.

The man quickly makes his way down the entrance ramp, as Hensley stares him down from inside the ring, a hatred filled look upon his face. The blonde haired young man is wearing his usual wrestling attire, as he quickly climbs up the steel steps, walking onto the apron and quickly stepping through the ropes, as the crowd drowns him with loud angry boos. He then turns his attention back towards Hensley, his expression now growing more serious, as he quickly makes his way towards his own corner of the ring.

The bell sounds as almost immediately Hensley charges forward, an angry look across his face, as he quickly leaps forward, tackling his opponent to the ground, now raining down a vicious series of fists across his forehead, Joshua quickly pushing him off, as he rolls out out of the ring, glancing back inside the ring as he rubs slightly at his head, before turning back towards Hensley, just in time to see him charge forward, quickly vaulting out of the ring and landing with a crossbody, taking Joshua back to the ground once again! He then quickly yanks him off the ground to his feet, hoisting him up high overhead, as Joshua looks on with surprise, before he gets dropped face first across the barricade, sending him flying back, grasping further at his face, as Hensley immediately dives at the ground once again, mounting Joshua and raining down an angry series of fists across his face, the young man quickly guarding himself from this assault, as he covers his face in defense! Hensley then gets back to his feet and pumps a fist, the crowd cheering loudly, as he then reaches down, pulling Joshua up by his neck, then whipping him forwards towards the steel steps. Joshua however quickly reverses this in mid move, sending Hensley charging forward instead. However the Hardcore one simply leaps atop the steps in mid run, before leaping back off at Joshua, taking him down with a flying clothesline, Joshua grasping at his facial features once again, as Hensley once again begins raining down a series of angry blows, as the crowd cheers loudly still. Joshua manages to push him off again, as he quickly backs away, rubbing over his forehead. Hensley however sees this and immediately charges forward, aiming a running kick right at Joshua's head!

Bailey: Incoming!

Lawless: Look out!

The young man however quickly rolls out of the way just in time, getting back to his feet, then quickly snapping off a vicious kick to the leg of Hensley, who stops and grasps at it, before he unleashes a second stiffer one, sending Hardcore staggering back with the force. As he holds that leg, Joshua quickly drops down, following with a lightning quick sweep, quickly him off his feet and landing hard on the unforgiving ground below. Hensley rubs further at that limb of his, only for Joshua to quickly stomp over, lifting it up and beginning to assault it with a series of relentless stomps, Hensley grimacing a bit with each one. Joshua then quickly drags him over by that leg towards the ring apron. He then quickly drapes that leg atop the apron, before going into a handstand, then driving a pair of knees right across the base of that leg! Hensley gasps in pain, as he clutches up at it once more. Joshua notices this, as he quickly goes into a second handstand, before dropping those knees again, only for Hensley to quickly move that leg out of the way in time, Joshua driving his knees into the apron instead, as he grimaces slightly, dropping off and clutching a bit at them. Hensley then quickly dives in from behind with a chop block, quickly taking Joshua off his feet, as he hunches over.

Bailey: Ew, that kinda stuff could get you kicked out of the NFL!

Lawless: You know everything these two do tonight could warrant a life sentence!

Hensley then grabs a hold of that leg, Joshua quickly wriggling and squirming away, as he tries to free himself from the man's grip, but to no avail. Hensley delivers a quick kick to the back of Joshua's own leg, before quickly yanking him back by it, then slamming it against the ring apron! Joshua gasps in pain, as Hensley then yanks it back away, only to slam it against there once again, doing further damage to the area. Joshua reaches up and grasps further at it, as Hensley pulls it back once again, before swinging it hard once more, slamming that leg against once again, Hensley with a rather satisfied look across his face as he does so. Joshua grabs once again at the leg, managing to roll away from that apron, as Hensley leans down, rubbing at his own leg slightly, before looking Joshua right in the face.

Hensley: Ya give up yet?

Joshua: ... NEVER!

Almost instantly, Hensley quickly pulls Joshua up by the head, before driving a stiff knee right into his face! He then follows by driving a few more against his face, determined to make this disturbed young man pay for his actions. He rears back with a third, only for Joshua to catch him by it, then quickly sweep him off his feet once again, following up with a quick leg drop across that limb in his grip. Hensley gasps slightly, as Joshua quickly rises back up, stomping across that leg once again, a rather calm look on his face as he does so. Hensley quickly reaches up, using the barricade to help him to his feet, only for Joshua to slip behind, delivering a swift kick to the back of that leg, sending Hensley back down to the ground. Hensley reaches for that leg once again, as Joshua rubs at his own slightly, before yanking Hensley back up, then quickly nailing Hensley with a swift roundhouse to the face, dazing him for the moment, as he quickly drapes that leg across the barricade, before quickly lifting his foot, aiming an axe kick and bringing it down towards that leg swiftly! Hensley yelps in pain as it connects, as he falls over, landing back first on the ground, leg still draped across that barricade, as the crowd boos loudly. Joshua then quickly springs atop there, wrapping his own legs around Hensley's, then arching back and quickly locking in a mid air ankle lock, as Hensley's eyes go wide!

Bailey: Oh my!

Lawless: Resourceful.

He grimaces from the effects of this excruciating hold, as Joshua yanks and pulls back on that leg, using his excellent balance to keep himself protected behind that barricade as he wrenches away on that limb, keeping it locked in place as Hensley struggles to escape. The sick young man then yells out something.

Joshua: Surrender?

Hensley: FUCK YOU!

Joshua looks a bit offended by this response, as Hensley slowly starts to arch up as he remains draped atop that guardrail by the leg, Joshua looking on in a bit of surprise now as he watches his rival slowly sit up, himself still continuing to twist and yank away on that leg. Eventually though Hensley sits himself up atop the barricade, now raining down a series of fists atop Joshua's head, eventually loosening his grip and sending him falling down into the crowd area. He slowly sits up, just in time for Hensley to dive off once again, now pounding away at his face once again with a series of fists! Joshua quickly gets back to his feet, rubbing still along that leg, as Hensley follows him to his feet, hobbling a bit himself, as he quickly starts raining down more fists, sending Joshua stumbling back through the audience, who cheer quite loudly at this. The two of them continue to battle, fighting their way through the crowd, each man intent on a victory here, as Joshua now starts fighting back with a few rare fists of his own, determined not to fall to Hensley's own punches.

Bailey: Joshua showing some life here.

Lawless: Where are they gonna go?

The two of them begin fighting their way eventually up towards a staircase in the crowd, continuing to exchange a number of stiff punches, as each man continues to battle with one another. As they reach halfway up those stairs, Joshua nails a sudden kick to that leg once again, Hensley buckling slightly as it connects, as Joshua quickly grabs him by the face, now slamming it down against the handrail near these steps! Hensley grasps his face in pain, rubbing at it in protest, as Joshua immediately lifts it right back up, before driving it once again into that railing, Hensley grimacing further, as he feels his head being driven into this surface. Joshua then grabs Hensley around the head, as he remains draped across that rail, before running down the steps and leaping off, taking Hensley into a bulldog onto the concrete! Hardcore gasps in pain, as he clutches at his face, a small drop of blood hitting the surface of the area, as Hensley rubs his head slowly. Joshua then grabs him by the neck, before driving it down hard into that floor, as he leans down once again, a rather pleased look on his face.

Joshua: How about now?

Hensley: ... Not on your life!!!

The referee, having followed them up here all the way, is looking a bit winded by this constant following. Joshua meanwhile hoists Hensley back to his feet, as he looks on with sick intentions, before quickly aiming a high roundhouse, only for Hensley to quickly duck under it, then grab him from under the legs, before driving him down hard across that handrail! Joshua gasps in pain, eyes watering, as he rolls off and lands on that floor, grasping desperately at his back, Hensley standing over him now and gasping a bit for air, as he tries to stand on that hurting leg of his. Joshua slowly gets to his feet, as Hensley immediately pulls him down across his good knee, Joshua gasping again in pain, as Hensley then pulls him back up, yanking him back first across that handrail, now applying a modified surfboard backbreaker, as he now looks to snap Joshua's spine into!

Hensley: What do ya say now?!

Joshua: .... I CAN'T!!!

Joshua simply continues to endure the pain, refusing to give in to Hensley's own sick submission, as he wriggles is desperation, Hensley also refusing to give in, as he wraps his legs tightly around that guardrail, pulling back hard on Joshua's arms and stretching his back across that railing, as Joshua shakes his head in stubborn refusal, desperately trying to break free. Hensley meanwhile keeps on hold locked on tightly, still intent on breaking Joshua's back, as he wrenches further on those arms and stretches him even further across. Joshua however eventually rears back with his head, driving the back of it into Hensley's face, who stops from this, yelping slightly, as they both drop back to the ground, Joshua now holding at his back in pain, as Hensley rubs at his still hurting leg.

Bailey: I can foresee quite a bit of pain med abuse tonight.

Lawless: Oh, their pretty faces!

Eventually, they both return to their feet, as Hensley immediately swings with another fist, now fighting their way even higher up that staircase, soon making their way towards the exit of the arena. The crowd cheers even louder, eager to see these two further face off. We have a bit of delay, as a cameraman quickly follows behind them, before we resume the scene of this battle via the Colvintron. Joshua and Hensley are exchanging blows once again, looking particularly pissed at one another, both of them refusing to give in, as they now fight through the hallways of the WIG Sphere's entrance, the referee still following them in tow. Eventually they make their way to what looks like an information kiosk, as Hensley tackles Joshua over it, sending them both tumbling down behind it. An apparently employee working there looks down in horror, quickly running away from the scene of this battle. Joshua slowly gets to his feet, as Hensley reaches over, grabbing the nearest object, a keyboard from the looks of things, as he rips it out of a computer, before bringing it down atop of Joshua's head! The young man goes down hard, grasping at his skull, as Hensley than raises the keyboard once again, before smashing it down hard once more, breaking the damn thing into! A number of various keys fly out of the device, as Joshua lays on the ground, grasping further at the back of his head. He slowly gets to his feet, as Hensley now unplugs this computer's monitor, holding it up high, looking to drive it down atop Joshua's head! He brings it down, only for Joshua to catch him in a leg lace, sending Hensley falling toward, face hitting the front of this desk, as his wound opens up a bit more. Joshua then grabs that same monitor, looking on with a sick smile, quickly setting that monitor nearby on the desk, before grabbing Hensley by the head, then rearing back and driving him face first through the screen! The thing shatters with ease, luckily unplugged beforehand, as Hensley gasps in pain, a few shards of the thing now piercing his face!

Joshua: Give in!

Hensley: NO!

Joshua looks on in quite a bit of surprise, as nothing seems to keep the man known as Hardcore Hensley down. He quickly pulls him back up, before delivering a kick right across the face, sending Hensley stumbling over the desk and back to the ground. Joshua follows him after, panting a bit himself now, as now a small crowd seems to have gathered around these two men battle. Joshua begins pounding away quite viciously, sending Hensley stumbling further back through this area, as they begin to make their way now towards the food court area of the arena. The referee quickly follows after them, seeming to be in shock at what these two men are willing to do to each other. Eventually they make their way towards a snack stand, Hensley immediately tackling Joshua as they reach this area, sending him down atop a table, as Hensley now pounds angrily away at Joshua's face, as his own continues to leak blood. He then grabs him by the head, pounding it against that table as hard as he can, Joshua grimacing with each of these, as he manages to shove Hensley off of him once again. He however lands on his feet, before charging forward, as fast as he can anyway with that leg, before leaping up with a splash, only for Joshua to roll out of the way at the last second. Hensley crashes into that wooden table, which buckles slightly underneath him. He groans, clutching at his chest, as Joshua springs atop a nearby table opposite of it, before quickly leaping off and hitting a splash of his own, sending both men crashing through that fragile piece of furniture!

Bailey: This is unreal!

Lawless: Ha, I love it!

Joshua pants a bit more, grasping slightly at his chest, as Hensley rolls off from underneath the wreckage, now landing on the floor next to him. The blonde haired young man takes another quick breather, grasping at his back once again, as he slowly waits for Hensley to rise. Eventually the Hardcore one does, as Joshua quickly aims a Soul Cleanser, only for Hensley to duck underneath it, then nails Joshua as he lands with a quick superkick, taking him down hard! His grasps his own face, as Hensley makes his way over, yanking Joshua up to his feet quickly, then whips him hard towards the concession stand counter, Joshua crashing hard back first against it! He grimaces in pain, as Hensley gasps a bit, before sprinting forward and leaping up with a splash, sandwiching his opponent between him and that counter, as Joshua rubs further at that back of his. He stumbles forward, hunching slightly, only for Hensley to tackle him back against that counter once again, using it as a makeshift turnbuckle. He then keeps driving it harder and harder back against there, intent on doing some damage.

Hensley: GIVE UP NOW!!!

Joshua: ... NEVER!

Joshua shoves him off with as much force as he can, Hensley however charging in once more. Joshua however moves out of the way this time, as Hensley slams shoulder first right into the front of that counter. He grimaces in pain, Joshua quickly grabbing him by the arm, then taking him into an immediate shoulder breaker, yanking down hard! Hensley gasps once again in pain, as Joshua grabs his leg slightly once more, before he pulls Hensley over by that arm, now pressing his shoulder up against a nearby cash register. He then aims a quick kick, nailing him right in the area and driving it back against that machine! Hensley yelps in pain once again, as Joshua aims another series of kicks, driving it harder and harder back against there, Hardcore now desperately wriggling to escape. He then inches forwards as closely as he can, now grabbing Joshua by the neck and dropping down, driving him face first into the ground!

Bailey: Ugly landing by Joshua.

Lawless: That didn't look good at all.

Joshua grasps at his face in pain, as a few drops of blood escape his own skin now. Hensley pants heavily, still not having recovered from all this abuse he's endured so far. He slowly gets to his feet, Joshua quickly following, as they once again begin exchanging blows, sending them back staggering away from that concession area once more. They soon make their way back towards the restrooms of the area, as Hensley slams Joshua hard back first through the door, sending them stumbling inside the room. A number of occupants inside quickly run out of the room, now wanting to get involved with these two. Joshua meanwhile nails Hensley with a quick shoulder tackle to the stomach, doubling him over, as he then grabs him by the head, then charges forward, only for Hensley to stop him in mid move with a quick elbow to the face, before grabbing him instead, now tossing him face first into the bathroom mirror, cracking it with ease! Joshua groans, slumped over on the ground now, head resting against the thing, as Hensley then backs up and charges forward, nailing Joshua as he turns around with a Yakuza kick, sending him down to the floor, grasping at his face.

Bailey: Never forget about Hensley's feet.

Lawless: They're quick, and they pack a wallop to boot!

Hensley then pulls him up by the back of the head, before dragging him over towards one of the stalls, quickly slamming his face through the door, then quickly dunking his head right into the toilet bowl, quickly holding him under and attempting to drown the poor young man! The referee runs over, looking in horror, but unable to anything about it, as Hensley looks down with a very pissed off look.

Hensley: QUIT!!!

Joshua: Mmmmph!!!

Hensley: I SAID QUIT!!!

He yanks him out of that water, long enough to give him a response.

Joshua: ... NO!!!

With that, the Innocent member desperately bites down into Hensley's hand, causing him to let out a sharp cry of pain, immediately letting go! Joshua then slowly pulls his head out, coughing a bit as he tries to catch his breath. Hensley takes a quick breather himself, before the two men turns to face each other. Joshua however manages to nail a sudden kick to the stomach, double Hensley over, as he follows with a second to the face. He then quickly grabs him by the head and pulls him up, unleashing a few stiff knees as he does so, before shoving him down onto the ground and grabbing him by the leg once again, now opening that bathroom door and yanking his leg between it, before slamming it hard against there, Hensley yelping loudly in pain! He cringes slightly, as Joshua rears back, before slamming that door against that leg once again, Hensley screaming once again, definitely hurting from this! Joshua then looks down with sick intent, as he rears back with that door once more.

Joshua: Give in Hensley!

Hensley: I refuse!!!

With that, Hensley uses that foot to force Joshua off as hard as he can, before quickly pulling it away from that door, grasping it desperately. Luckily it seems the limb is still intact. He slowly gets to his feet, hobbling slightly now, as Joshua staggers back slightly, almost in awe of how much pain Hensley has endured in this match so far. He quickly backs away, grasping at his back once again, as he tries to regroup. Hensley follows after him, ignoring the crippling the pain in his leg, as he hobbles after him. Eventually he catches back up, as the two of them begin fighting once again, though now showing quite a bit of fatigue between them both.

Bailey: I don't how much more of this I can stand.

Lawless: I don't feel so good...

Soon they begin to fight their way back down towards those stairs, making their way towards the ring once again, as the crowd cheers loudly once more, happy to see the fight live before them once again. Hensley and Joshua stumble down the steps, pounding away as they do so, before finally they make their way back down towards the barricade, as Hensley clotheslines Joshua over there, sending him down on the ground. He quickly follows after, now looking at him down on the ground, panting heavily, as he tries to think of way to finally get his opponent to quit.

Bailey: Hensley's running out of ideas!

Lawless: I hope something works soon, else I'm gonna be sick.

Hensley limps after Joshua, who's crawling around ringside now. He slowly starts to pick himself up with help from the apron, but Hensley's right on him. A stiff kick connects roughly with Joshua's ribcage. The Innocent ringleader lets out a sharp cry in pain as Hensley delivers another and another. Joshua crumbles back down onto the floor in agony. Hensley merely waves him off though, yanking him back up to his feet. He cuts him hard with a European uppercut then slams his head off of the apron. Joshua hobbles before Hensley throws him back into the ring. He doesn't follow immediately though, instead searching underneath for more toys. He comes in with a stack of wooden tables, plus a garbage can full of lids, bats, chairs, and more. Joshua's hanging on the ropes when Hensley charges him at him with the lid from the trash can. He smacks Joshua over the head, seemingly knocking him unconscious almost. Joshua falls loosely, but stays up, getting tangled in the ropes. Hensley tosses the lid aside, having his rival exactly where he wants him now. He hoists up the trash can, still full of weapons, and chucks it at Joshua. It nails him in the face, awaking him of sorts, as it's contents spill in the ring. Hensley laughs out loud, pointing at Joshua. He collects a folding chair, and begins to whack away at Joshua's unprotected head. Shot after shot, a dozen almost absolutely kill the man. The chair drops to the mat, Hensley breathing heavily. Finally, Joshua's released, and he collapses in the center of the ring. Hensley takes a moment to regain his composure before turning to the tables. He grabs two, opening them up, and stacks them beside his foe. He tries to lift Joshua up, but his lifeless body is too heavy. Hensley lets him go, and starts flexing his arms. He roars at the top of his lungs then pulls Joshua up. Astonishingly, he presses the two hundred pounder above him. Carefully, he places him on top of the pair of short tables. He takes another moment to catch his breath before going back to the pile of weapons littering the ring. He throws a few aside before bringing up a bottle. There's no cover on him, and the fans raise their brows. They quickly understand though as he empties it all over the bottom table, below Joshua. The gasoline aroma fills the W*I*G Sphere immediately. Hensley chuckles to himself again, losing the bottle. He pats his trunks, looking around. He raises his head at the audience, and shouts...

Hensley: LIGHTER! I NEED A LIGHTER! ANYBODY GOTTA LIGHTER!

Not a second later, hundreds of fans show him their lighters. He calls to one at ringside, and catches it when thrown. He scales the top rope, the lighter in hand. He positions himself, Joshua's body still prone. Lastly, he raises the lighter up, clicking it. The flame, so small, but ignites the bottom table ablaze. He leaps off, performing a beautiful shooting star press. However, Joshua proves mobile, rolling over, and plummeting down to the canvas. Hensley doesn't notice until he's crashing through the couple of tables and fire. The fire distinguishes on his landing, but Hensley's frozen at that spot. Half of those watching fall silent while the rest break into pandemonium. "HOLY SHIT!" and "OH MY GOD!" are deafening.

Bailey: NO, NO, NO!

Lawless: Human flesh meet fire.

Joshua slouches over in the corner Hensley lifted off of, staring obliviously at the carnage. Hensley's body, scarred no doubt, stirs slightly. Joshua, having had plenty of time to recuperate while Hensley prepared himself, rises back up. He glares down at Hensley, who attempts to crawl away. Joshua kicks the wooden wreckage out of his way, and grasps Hensley's boot. He thrusts him backwards, sliding his already burnt chest across the ring. Hensley yelps, grabbing at himself. Joshua ignores his pleas, picking him up by the collar of his neck, and sticking him in a headlock. His grip tightens as Hensley's unable to fight back. He barks orders at Hensley, demanding victory. Hensley won't oblige though, simply shaking his head.

Bailey: Joshua's trying to put him away straight up.

Lawless: You know, there's nothing like a good headlock.

Joshua holds Hensley captive for a bit actually. The ref checks him twice to see if he's out, but both times Hensley shoves him. All of a sudden, the fans can be heard. They chant Hensley's name, encouraging him. He pumps his fist up into the air, hearing his name carry through the arena. He makes it to his knees. Joshua's forced to loosen his choke. Hensley pops up to one knee. Joshua's eyes bulge, he moves his body weight back, but again loses more of his handle. Hensley's on both knees when Joshua's looking around at the fans chanting his opponent's name. Roaring at the top of his lungs, Hensley sprouts up to both feet, Joshua hanging on his back. He runs backwards, smashing Joshua against the turnbuckle. Joshua still hangs on though. He takes off at the opposing turnbuckle, turning around at the last second to smash Joshua again, but Joshua doesn't let go. Lastly, he reaches around, and throws him over his shoulder. He has him setup for a tombstone piledriver or such when he notices a washboard laid out. He limps over to it, jumping off of one foot, and plants Joshua. An explosion happens, and whiteness ascends the air. Broken light tubes reveal to be with the washboard as well.

Bailey: That glass cut him to pieces!

Lawless: If I see any part of his brain, I QUIT.

Blood leaks from the tip of Joshua's head now, staining his hair you'd imagine. Fired up, Hensley springs up to his feet. He pounds away at his chest, flexing his whole body. He stares down at Joshua, who's nearly at his feet too, though hurting much more. Hensley goes face to face with him in the corner, yelling loudly.

Hensley: IS THIS WHAT YOUR MASTER WANTS? YOUR KEEPER? DOES HE WANT ME DEAD? DOES HE WANT ME TO FINISH YOU? FUCK THIS CRUSADE!

Hensley lunges at Joshua, but the slick man drops to his knees, and catches Hensley with a low blow. The fans let out their disapproval as Hensley lays off, clutching for his manhood. Joshua takes off, bouncing off of the ropes at Hensley's side. He comes back fast, and tackles Hensley through the other ropes. They miss the apron completely, and crash and burn in front of the announce tables. Joshua mounts Hensley, and hammers down on him with his knuckles. Like sharp, jagged rocks they cut away into Hensley's flesh. He doesn't even cover himself up as Joshua lays waste to him. Thankfully, Joshua quits before he reaches bone. He rips off the announce table's covering, including a video monitor on the side. He tears one of it's wires up, and wraps it around Hensley's throat. He attempts to choke the life out of him, but Hensley prevents such. They battle back and forth for a good while with the upper hand leaning towards Joshua. He leans over, and whispers something into Hensley's ear. He cries out in laughter soon after, blood running down into his mouth, over his teeth, for a horrific shot. At a desperate measure, Hensley hurdles himself back, head butting Joshua in the mouth. Hensley falls against the apron while Joshua nearly goes over the table holding his mouth.

Bailey: Ooh, they're right in front of us!

Lawless: Move!

Joshua shakes it off though, and starts after Hensley. Hensley's ready though, and surprises Joshua with a superkick that knocks him back onto the announce table. Sighting an opportunity, Hensley climbs onto the apron then hops up to the top rope. He's not even balance when he flies. Joshua's unable to dodge this one, and he eats Hensley's elbow across his chest as they break the table. Everybody in attendance comes to their feet as cameras swarm the area.

Bailey: Our table!

Lawless: Our table!

Expecting a long pause, we get just the opposite. Hensley and Joshua push themselves back up. Hensley beats him to the punch, and locks in the Tazmission. Joshua's barely out on his feet, but Hensley jumps on his back, and he falls to the concrete. Hensley applies maximum pressure, and while Joshua never refuses, he fades quickly. The ref closes in, and takes Joshua's arm.










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3!

Fink: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner...Hardcore Hensley!

The ref opts to raise Hensley's arm, but he's yet to release the hold. Officials surround him, and try to pry him off of Joshua. They're attempts are futile, but Hensley inevitably lets go.

Bailey: Just finish him dammit! Let it go!

Lawless: That's a lot of hate.

"I'll Whip Ya Head Boy" replays as Hensley heads to the back, using one official as a crutch. He keeps his head hung, and never looks back. Officials move in on Joshua, who's last seen motionless-lifeless. A squad of medics with a stretcher pass Hensley along his way up the ramp, but still, he never turns about.

Bailey: God forbid anybody ever has to endure that again.

Lawless: Gee, can't wait for the DVD!

A promo for the W*I*G Championship triple threat main event follows.

[James E. Colvin]

Tom: I'm being told that we need to go backstage for something right now, so, without any ado, let's go!

*We are in a corridor in back of the arena, where Andy Duke, Alexa King, and Vin Beverly are walking. Andy is trailing behind a little bit, and and Vin is on the opposite side of Alexa of him. He looks somewhat angry, and in somewhat disbelief.

Vin: That was a great idea to use yourself as a distraction.

Alexa: Yeah, well, you gotta do what you gotta do. And we won, right?

Vin: Yeah, but you wouldn't know it by looking at him(indicating Andy). Duke, what's going on?

Duke:...What's going on? What the hell was that out there? Both of you!

Vin: Hey man, we won! That's what's important. No offense, but for most of the match, you looked like shit out there. Putting myself into the match and guarenteeing the win was the smartest thing I could do for the sake of our team. Guess what? We're a tag-team with a winning record! We keep it up, we'll be tag champs in no time.

Duke: That's the biggest crock of bullsh-

Alexa: HEY!!!(The three stop walking, but, according to the sign on the nearest door, they're right outside their locker room now) Now neither of you are going to be winning any tag titles if you keep up this constant bickering. Andy, what Vin did may have seemed wrong, but I'm sure he had his heart in the right place. Now, I'm not going to stand seeing my two top clients argue like this. Andy, I hate seeing you like this. And also, our new protoge is coming in this week. I don't want to subject them to this environment. So, you two cool?

Vin: Of course.

*Vin extends his hand for a handshake.

Duke: I guess....

*Duke shakes Vin's hand, but pulls him in closer so the two are face to face.

Duke: But you try anything like that again, and this team is over with.

*Duke lets go.

Vin: Ok, ok man. I got ya. Hey, I got just one thing I need to ask you for?

Duke:...

Vin: Could you get me some ice. I think I roughed up my knee a little a bit hitting the special number 2. And sinced I won and everything.....


Duke:....(with a look of sadness and disgust)Yeah, I'll do it.

*Duke leaves, as Alexa and Vin enter the locker room. The door remains open, as the camera films from out in the hall. Alexa and Vin are both standing, looking at each other. They each seem to be doing some non-verbal communication with each other, and then Vin slowly closes the locker room door.

[James E. Colvin]

Finkel: The following match is under Pure Rules, where the following stipulations apply:

Number 1: Each wrestler has three rope breaks to stop submission holds and pinfalls during the match. After a wrestler exhausts her rope breaks, submission and pin attempts under the ropes by the opponent are considered legal.

Number 2: There are no closed-fist punches to the face allowed in a Pure match, only open-handed slaps or chops to the face are allowed. Punches to other parts of the body are permitted. The first use of a closed fist will get a warning, and the second will cause the wrestler to be penalized a rope break. If she is already out of rope breaks, she will be disqualified.

And finally, number 3: A wrestler is subject to a twenty count by the referee if the wrestler goes to the floor. And with no further adieu, introducing first....

Tom: Jeannie, wake up.

Jeannie: ...Uh? What, did I miss Maeve killing that Taylor skank?

Tom: ...

Johnny Cash hits the arena to boos.

Finkel: From Greeley Hill, California... Weighing in at 167 lbs.... Danny Taylor!

*After a brief pause out comes the self proclaimed role model, Danny Taylor, blanketed in boos and in what looks like a boxing robe. She halts at the center of the stage, shaking her head at her crowd reaction, and does a quick war dance skip before continuing down to the ring. Reaching the ring apron she grabs the second rope then proceeds to pull herself up. She wipes her feet off on the apron she proceeds to enter. She walks to the center of the ring and undoes the waist band. Taylor tosses off the robe to reveal in a traditional wrestling singlet made out of denim, white elbow pads, white knee pads, and brown boots. To complete the ensemble, has on a wrestling helmet not unlike Rick Steiner.*

Jeannie: Call the fashion police. Better yet, call Dr. Kevorkian. See if he can't “help” Danny get rid of her pain.

Tom: Her pain? What do you mean?

Jeannie: ...Hmm? OH, I mean my pain.

*Cruachan's "Brown Bull of Cooley" starts up & the fans give a rapturous cheer. At the 10 second mark, Coach O'Hare appears from behind the curtain waving around his Tricolour-Wrapped Hurley. Following closely behind is his daughter. The pair pause for a moment. Maeve crouches down & strikes a HBK-style muscle pose while her father holds the Tricolour as high as he can, simultaneously spreading it as wide as he can. The usual Team Ireland Green, White & Gold pyro explodes behind them & the pair then continue their march to ringside.*

Finkel: And introducing her opponent, representing Team Ireland, making her way to the ring, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, from Derry City, Northern Ireland, weighing in at 228lbs... MAEVE... O... HARE!

Tom: You heard "The Fink", Maeve O'Hare has lost a few pounds in preparation for this match. This was to allow her increased mobility & flexibility against Danny Taylor.

Jeannie: Or maybe she realized she's not competing in bodybuilding any more.

Tom: Regardless, Maeve's attempt to lose a bit of muscle enhances her chances of winning. I doubt she's as lithe or quick as Danny, but this can only help her.

*The Coach climbs onto the ring apron & holds the rope open for his daughter. Maeve steps in between the ropes & enters the ring to more cheers from the crowd. Maeve gives the ropes a quick Warryah-style shake & begins to swing her arms a bit to loosen up before the match.*

*The two women face off in the centre of the ring as the referee calls for both to shake hands before the match starts. The Greeley Cowgirl shrugs and walks forward to offer her hand. The younger, larger Maeve reaches with the same hand as Danny's. Taylor looks down at disgust at the blunder and rolls her eyes. She goes to adjust hands but doesn't realize what's about to come. SLAP! Maeve's palm thunders off of Danny's face. The crowd cheers as the denim clad woman stumbles backwards. O'Hare grabs the arm of Taylor, nearly rips it off as she pulls it's owner forward. Taylor's head slams off of Maeve's shoulder. As she crashes too the ground, Maeve holds up one index finger to the referee and shakes Danny's hand as she lays on the ground, recovering from the blow.*

Jeannie: HA HA! AWESOME!

Tom: Not exactly legal, per se, by Maeve but technically the match has not started yet.

Jeannie: It may not have but the fun has started for me!

*The referee gives a “good enough for me and calls for the bell.*

DING DING DING!

Tom: And the match is under way!

Jeannie: Let the Taylor slaughter commence!

*Maeve throws Danny's hand to the ground and slowly backs away. It would seem she's going to savor the destruction she causes. Taylor grabs her hand in pain and hurriedly crawls away from the center of the ring. She ends up in a corner, rubbing her wrist then adjusts her protective head gear. She stands against just in time to see Maeve charging at her. Her eyes go wide, having already experiencing an Olé Kick before. She leaps out of the way just in time to see Maeve stop and snort at her over the top attempt to escape. Danny rises to her knees, huffing at the laughter received at her last move, and rolls out of the ring. The referee begins the count.*

1!

2!

3!

*Danny shakes her head and tries to gather her next strategy. She turns away from the ring, pacing.*

4!

5!

6!

7!

*She turns around to enter only to see Maeve sitting on the middle rope, inviting her back into the ring. Danny's eyes narrow, her mouth forming an annoyed smile. Maeve returns the smile, though hers is more genuine.*

8!

9!

10!

11!

*Danny ducks in through the side next to Maeve's. The Irish Lass playfully shrugs and steps back into the ring. Danny indicates that she wants to circle the larger woman in a traditional match starter. She goes to circle her opponent, only Maeve doesn't move. Danny walks circling the other way but again Maeve doesn't move. The amazon-equse lass slowly animates by lifting both her hands in front of her. The indication is clear: she wants a classic knuckle lock up. Though the smaller Danny looks nerved and less than eager to try a friendly meeting of the hands again.*

Tom: Looks like Maeve wants to have a tie up, not unlike all those classic 80s matches-

Jeannie: DO IT AGAIN! MAEVE! SLAP HER!

Tom: And somewhere an actual communications majors is starving.

*After some jeers from the crowd, Danny nods and goes to interlock with Maeve's hands. Their shoulders lean into each other as they begin their test of strength. The far more athletic Maeve has Danny shaking as shes being pushed to the ground by the sheer power of O'Hare. The female Team Ireland member pushes Danny's wrists back at an unhealthy angle. Taylor winces and lets out an “eep” in pain as the crowd cheers on Maeve. She takes in the cheers and pushes more. Danny's face bunches up. Gathering all her strength, she moves her feet together and starts pushing back. The crowd reaction is negative at this display at best. Just as Maeve's ground is about to be lost, she headbutts Danny right in the center of the forehead. The referee walks up to her and admonishes her as she hangs on to Danny's arms. O'Hare stares right at the referee as she tugs Danny towards her and headbutts her again.*

Jeannie: NICE ONE!

Tom: And that would be the first warning spent in this match by Maeve. That leaves her with two rope breaks to Danny's three.

Jeannie: ...You know, I'd be okay if Danny won...

Tom: Oh really? Some unbia-

Jeannie: IF Maeve continues the head bashing!

Tom: ...of course....

*Perhaps seeing beautiful stars, Danny falls backwards but stops from completely falling thanks to Maeve's grip. With socket tearing speed, Maeve tugs Danny back to her feet by her arms. O'Hare twists Danny's arms then spins around her and locks in the Cobra Clutch! The instantaneous pop is huge. The formerly dizzied Danny jolts to life as her airway is constructed. She flails her arms and pulls at Maeve's grip. But Maeve just locks it in tighter.*

Tom: It's only a matter of time if Danny does not find a way out!

Jeannie: IRISH HEAD DROP FOR ONE!

*Dragging more than twice her normal body weight, Danny's steps turn into stumbles. She's fading fast. Maeve grins widely as she motions for the lift. But just as she goes for it, Danny manages to lunge forward and gets close enough to finger the ropes. The referee leans in closely to see if Danny makes full contact. Thick arms tighten even more around the neck of one Miss Taylor. Her eyes flutter just as she makes one last attempt. She's got the ropes!*

Jeannie: DAMMIT!

Tom: That would be a warning for Danny, of course, for using the ropes.

Jeannie: Freakin' ropes. I wanted to see her go splat!

Tom: The night's still early, and Maeve hasn't let go yet!

Jeannie: GET HER!

Tom: If she does not break the count, you've got to believe that will be another warning!

*At four, Maeve begrudingly goes to release the hold but just as soon as she does, she's dropped with a Modified Jawbreaker by Danny. The crowd boos at this display as Maeve staggers back while holding her jaw. Shrugging off the earlier damage done, Danny walks up and slaps Maeve across the face. A stunned silence looms as Maeve's head snaps right back at Taylor. She aims a stiff kick but it's dodged. She turns right around just in time to see Danny crack her with an Overhand Chop. And another. And another! Danny smiles to the crowd and does her War Dance around Maeve, going back for another Chop. But is absolutely FLOORED with a Clothesline to the body. Maeve stares down at the wreckage, holding her mouth, and runs back to the ropes. As she returns, she's shocked to be tripped with a Drop Toe Hold, her face aided in tasting canvas. Rising to her feet with great haste, Taylor immediately goes for the legs.*

Tom: Oh! If Danny goes for the legs-

Jeannie: Maeve will have no power left and will be useless... Bah blah blah bah.... You ever say anything original?

Tom: No love for the classics? This could be a slobberknocke-

Jeannie: Will you stop?

*Danny pulls at Maeve's right leg and wrenches it. She yanks it towards her, then places it between her legs and jumps. The entire weight of Taylor comes crashing down on O'Hare's leg, who winces but returns the favor by grabbing the rising Danny's throat. With her right hand, Taylor back hands it away and kicks her back to the mat. Danny goes back to the leg and kicks straight at the knee. Again Maeve winces and tries to free herself. As she's about to make way, Danny locks in a Spinning Toe Hold. Stomping echoes the arena as the fans try to will O'Hare on. Taylor lifts up one finger, pointing at herself. Instantly the noise turns into boos. Her crestfallen finger points at Maeve, to which cheers are heard yet again. Taylor viciously steps over again, adding more pressure. Her chest goes up and down, heaving as if maddened by the lack of crowd support, and she continues the hold... Bending over slightly to suck in air, then she bellows a sound...*

Danny: WOO!

Tom: Could it be?

Jeannie: She's going to rip off Ric Flair? She already did.

Tom: ...I meant I think she's calling for the Figure Four.

Jeannie: I know that! ....Why is she going to do a ice skating move?

Tom: That's the figure 8!

Jeannie: Well then... ...

Tom: Well then, what?!

Jeannie: LOOK THERE IS A MATCH GOING ON!

Tom: Smooth.

*Danny steps over one last time and goes to grab Maeve's left leg. But she's met with a might surprise, as she finds it on her butt. With power capable only of a weight lifter, O'Hare pushes Danny clear to the ropes and off of her leg. Rebounding off the ropes right at the sitting up Maeve, Danny slides and delivers an European Uppercut to her face. To which the referee quickly gives a warning to Danny for striking the face of O'Hare. She ignores it as she goes for a cover. But is quickly pushed off. The two women reach their knees as they look over at each other. Dark strands of hair go flying as does the sound of a thunderous slap. Indignant, Danny punches Maeve in the face back as an instinctive response. The referee spots it and calls it.*

Tom: And Danny is now down to ONE rope break.

Jeannie: And she claims she's intelligent. ROSIE could have seen that one coming.

Tom: I think she simply underestimated the tactical abilities of one Maeve O'Hare.

*Indeed, as the camera shows Maeve, she's smiling. On the other hand, Danny looks furious as she rises to dispute this with the referee. Slower to rise, Maeve favors her right knee. She takes one look at the exposed back of Danny and grins. But she doesn't head for the open, Danny. Rather she heads to the corner where he father is facing. The crowd goes uneasy, half disappointed by the lack of an ambush attack and the other excited for maybe a hurley play. Taylor turns to see a kneeled Maeve near her father and immediately throws up a red flag to the referee. Seeing this as well, the referee calls for Coach O'Hare to step away from his daughter. Taylor follows him behind him and stares out at the father of her opponent. As Danny taps her temple she reaches down to grab Maeve's head. But Maeve grabs Danny's hand and immediately groans in what could be best described as the phoniest agony ever. She hooks her other arm around the ropes as she howls in pain. Immediately the referee counts it and calls for the break. And Danny tries to comply. But she can't get her hand free! She tugs it and tries to pull herself away but still it won't come loose. Maeve howls in “pain” louder much to the delight of the crowd, that knows what's going on.*

Jeannie: GENIUS!

Tom: Have to admit it, that is rather sharp.

Jeannie: Maeve, I love you!

*The referee starts the count as Danny shakes her head and tries to explain that Maeve won't let her hand go. But he will hear none of it.*

1!

*Danny pulls even more.*

2!

*Maeve winks at her as she groans yet again.*

3!

*Danny starts to panic, wrenching herself forward.*

4!

*Maeve cries out in mock torment.*

5!

*The referee indicates that all Danny's rope breaks are used up. Immediately Maeve lets go and grins wickedly at the dumbfounded Danny. She looks up at Coach O'Hare who taps his temple and laughes.*

Jeannie: And with that, Maeve put an end to Danny Taylor's career!

Tom: You have to think this is now a huge disadvantage to Danny, as all her rope breaks are used up and what's more... Her pride won't allow her to leave!

Jeannie: And you just have to know that good 'ole Maeve had this all planned out with her Da.

*Danny stomps the mat in frustration. She can't believe that Maeve diddled her out of a rope break in such a cheap-ass Smoky Mountain fashion. Taylor whines to the referee, but he doesn't want to hear it. He tells Danny to concentrate on the match again. Maeve grabs Danny from behind as she continues to dispute with the ref. Maeve tries to take Danny over with an Inverted Suplex, but Danny is having none of it. Danny thows a few wild elbows backwards, nailing Maeve in the chest & causing her to let go. Danny manages to lift Maeve up & drop her with a Body Slam. The feat of this alone causes Danny to stagger backwards a little bit & rest against the ropes momentarily. Maeve is already getting back to her feet. Danny surprises her with a Clothesline. Maeve is staggered by the move, but not much more. Danny skits behind the wavering Maeve & drops her with a Hangman's Neckbreaker.*

Tom: Danny Taylor has managed to seize control of this match despite having used all her rope breaks.

Jeannie: She's obviously keen to finish it as quickly as possible so she avoids losing by DQ or something lame like that.

*Danny stalks Maeve for a moment, waiting for the huge Irishwoman to get to her feet. Danny approaches as Maeve rises & hits her with a few digs in the stomach. Danny whips Maeve off to the ropes & catches her on the rebound with a Desperada Drop.*

Tom: OUCH! That looked a little ugly.

Jeannie: I think it was more to do with Maeve's weight causing Danny to overbalance than an actual offensive move on Danny's part.

*Regardless, Danny manages to stand before Maeve does. Danny waits for Maeve to stand again & runs straight at her, planting her with a Taylor Bomb! The referee slides into position to count, but Maeve's arms are lying on the bottom rope. He informs Danny that he can't make the count due to this. Taylor rolls backwards out of the pin & kicks the bottom rope in frustration.*

Tom: Maeve sensibly making good use of a rope break there. First time that's happened in this match.

*Danny grabs Maeve's legs &, with a bit of effort, drags her out to the middle of the ring. Danny goes for another cover on Maeve...*

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KICKOUT!

Tom: Danny took just too long to make the cover & now Maeve has a bit of wherewithal about her again.

Jeannie: Thank God! Can you imagine how much MORE obnoxious Danny would be if she beat Maeve on two consecutive PPVs?

*Danny is running out of options. She lens in to drag Maeve to her feet again, but Maeve grabs a hold of Danny's denim singlet, from the ground. & attempts to throw her a short distance 'til she can get her bearings a bit. Danny stumbles off & crashes into the referee. Maeve senses an opportunity, she calls out to her father. Coach O'Hare tosses his infamous Hurley into the ring & Maeve catches it.*

Tom: I can't believe that Maeve would stoop to this after wrestling the match cleanly all along.

Jeannie: Over a month ago, Danny Taylor forced Maeve O'Hare headfirst into a pub jukebox & followed up with a DRT on a hardwood floor! I think she can be forgiven if she hits her with that piece of Ash!

*Maeve pushes herself to her feet, leaning on the Hurley as she does so, as if it were a walking stick. Maeve takes a swing at Danny after she turns around from crashing into the referee. Danny catches the Hurley mid-swing & wrenches it from Maeve's grasp by kicking O'Hare in the gut. In an uncharacteristic act borne of desperation, Danny takes a swing at Maeve with the Hurley, but Maeve ducks the shot & danny spins 180 degrees. With her back to Maeve, Danny has unwittingly left herself open. Maeve stands again & catches Danny in another Cobra Clutch. Danny's arms flail wildly as she reaches out for the ropes & manages to grasp the top strand. The referee, now back on his feet (evidently he's tougher than Earl Hebner) sees this.*

Tom: Danny's reaching out for the ropes, she's got a hold of the top one... But she's out of ropebreaks!

Jeannie: Then what happens now?

*The ref gives a kick straight up to Danny's arms. Miss Taylor is in shock at this treatment from an official. She shoots him a hurt look before Maeve sends her flying overhead with a "Cooley Cattle Drive"!*

Tom: The ref wasn't going to allow it!

Jeannie: YEEESSSS!!! RIGHT ON HER F--KING HEAD!

*Maeve quickly crawls to where Danny landed & makes a cover...*

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DING-DING-DING!

Finkel: Here is your winner... MAEVE... O... HARE!!!

*The music of Crachan fills the W*I*G-Sphere again. The only thing to rival the volume of the music are the cheers of the crowd. Coach O'Hare slides into the ring & stands next to his daughter, raising her hand in victory. He picks the Hurley up from the mat & begins to wave it 'round as Maeve proudly beams.*

Tom: Maeve O'Hare with an impressive victory over Danny Taylor. Her first victory here in W*I*G!

Jeannie: Maeve showed that cunning is an O'Hare family trait as she outsmarted Danny causing her to sacrifice rope breaks for personal pride during the match! And maybe now Danny will finally be shut up for good!

*O'Hare & his daughter exit the ring, Maeve unties her long blonde hair & slaps hands with a few ringsiders as she exits up the ramp. A fan hands her a Tricolour & she reaches over to take it from his hands, holding it up behind her head before draping it over her shoulders & dabbing her forehead with it a bit as she heads to the back.

[James E. Colvin]

Tom: Once again, it appears we have someone in the back with something to get off their chest. So, John Cena, take it away.

*We cut back to John Cena, who is standing in front of a W*I*G banner, ready to interview someone.

Cena: Thanks, Tom. Tonight, I have someone here with me who has been both quite controversial, and quite low-profile as of late, and that man is none other than Jon Doe.

*Jon Doe, with Cheyenne and Damien, walks onto the screen. He now has a faint, brown beard. He is wearing a suit.

Cena: You've requested this time to say something, so the floor is all yours.

Jon: Thank you, John. What I'd like to announce here is my return to full-time competition here in Pro Wrestling W*I*G. Ever since joining this company, I really haven't been here. But my time as being the man behind the glass is over. Everyone in W*I*G, watch out. And if you think what I did to Exner(the lights flicker) was something, you have yet to see anything, yet.

[James E. Colvin]

Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a triple threat under a double or nothing stipulation--the winner will gain the title, or mask, depending on who they directly defeated. Introducing first, the challengers...

*Rammstein's "Moskau" breaks out over the PA system on the Colvintron and the silvery-masked Ykaterina Milosanova walks out onto the stage to a warm reaction of cheers.*

Finkel: From Yaroslavl, Russia, weighing in at 142 pounds...YYYYYYKATERINA MILOSANOVAAAA!

*Ykaterina walks down to the ring, slapping hands with some of the audience and turning her head to look at the mass of people bunched together in the seats all across the arena. Ykaterina gets to the ring and runs up the steps, turning to face the stage. She bounces onto the top rope and backflips, landing in the ring and backing herself in a corner casually. Her music proceeds to fade out.*

Tom: And there's one of the only non-evil Russians in the wrestling business I can think of. Ykaterina Milosanova has made quite a goal to carry out here in W*I*G.

Jeannie: What's that, learn how to start wearing makeup instead of an obnoxious metal mask?

Tom: I bet you ten bucks you can't say that to her face.

Jeannie: Well I need the money, but that's what this job is for.

*Goodbye Blood and Rose plays over the loudspeakers. The crowd is booing loudly because of Vile. She comes out and doesn't endear herself to the crowd. They boo her and razz her, but she is undeterred, holding up the GND title like it's the true Woman's title.*

Finkel: From Las Vegas, Nevada. She weighs in at 174 pounds, the EWT GND Champion, the Self-proclaimed Real woman's champion, VILE!

Tom: The snake in the grass herself. She left EWT and came to WIG, and claimed to be the real woman's champion. This is her first match in WIG and needs to prove herself.

Jeannie: Great, another masked female. What's this, a Cosplay convention? The ladies need to lose their masks and just go out there by themselves.

Tom: How goesch.

*Finally, the entrance way becomes bathed in a golden light, as Metallica's St. Anger finally picks up on the Colvintron, the crowd now booing rather loudly, as the current WIG Women's champion stomps down to the wrong, a rather confident sneer on her hideous face, belt donned around her neck as usual. She looks at both her opponents already in the ring, before giving them both an annoyed scowl, before grabbing that belt and holding it up high from atop the entrance, before quickly yanking it back down and slinging it around her shoulder, patting confidently across the plate of it.*

Finkel: And their opponent, representing the Innocent, from the Land of Purity, weighing in at 200 pounds, she is the current WIG Women's Champion... Rosie!

*Both Vile and Ykaterina look at one another, before gazing at the current champion, as she slowly makes her way down towards the ring, licking her lips a bit as she seems more than ready to defend her belt, as well win another one or at least a certain mask. She quickly rolls into the ring, before getting back to her feet, now stepping towards the center of the ring, holding that belt up towards both of them by the strap, a rather confident sneer plastered on her face as she taunts them both with it. The "woman then hands the belt over to the referee, who holds it up high in the middle of the ring, before taking it out of the ring and handing it over to someone on the outside. Rosie meanwhile makes her way to a corner of the ring, now preparing herself for this match, as she glance at both Vile and Ykaterina, now awaiting the sound of the bell. Vile hands the ref the EWT title, Rosie hands over the WIG title. Both get raised and they are handed to the time keeper.*

Tom: And now the formalities are over. All three women are eager for the match to start...

*The bell sounds, as this match is now underway. The three women simply await each other from their respective corners, all of them more than ready to get started with this match up started. Soon enough, Ykaterina immediately dashes out of her corner, quickly leaping up and nailing Rosie with a flying splash, sending her stumbling back slightly into the corner. She looks on in surprise, as Ykaterina immediately rears back, driving a quick shoulder into her chest, now backing her up against the turnbuckle. She continues with an onslaught of these tackles, driving her body further and further into the WIG Women's Champion's form, who fights back with a series of clubs across the back. Vile meanwhile simply crouches down, watching the both of them go at it, seeming to be awaiting the perfect opportunity to interject herself into this battle. Ykaterina meanwhile springs back in a handspring, then lunges in for a especially hard tackle! Rosie however quickly slips out of the way, as Ykaterina stops herself before hitting the turnbuckle, only to get driven face first into the padding, as Rosie immediately turns her around, now quickly unleashing a ruthless flurry of fists across her masked face, a less than pleasant scowl across her face, as she pounds away, Ykaterina quickly guarding her face in response. *

Jeannie: Obvious things that I could've guessed from this match at the start--Ykaterina Milosanova being completely inferior in fighting either woman one on one.

*Suddenly, Vile charges in from behind, leaping up and nailing Rosie with a jumping knee to the back to of the head, quickly dropping her down to her own, grasping slightly at it. Vile immediately follows up, driving a series of powerful elbows into the back of Rosie's head, doing more damage. As she does so, Ykaterina springs onto the second turnbuckle, before leaping off and nailing the fellow masked woman with a diving spear! Vile goes down, clutching at her chest, as Ykaterina takes a page from her opponent's books, now pounding away across Vile's masked face with a series of fists of her own. As she does so, Rosie springs off the ropes, before coming back and driving her boot right into the back of Ykaterina's head! She gasps in pain, quickly rolling off of Vile, who rises back to her feet, just in time to get a fist right to the face! She stumbles back, as Rosie follows up with a second one, sending her opponent staggering back with ease, a rather pleased sneer on her face, as she continues to pound away, eventually backing Vile off into the ropes. She quickly whips her off, charging back after for a nasty big boot! Vile however quickly rolls under her leg, as Rosie stumbles forward slightly, only for Vile to quickly spring back up, taking her down with a falling neckbreaker! She grasps at her neck slightly, as Vile quickly makes a cover. 1.....2...*

Tom: That's some nice counter work there from Vile.

*Rosie kicks out. Vile rises back up, looking to pick her opponent, when suddenly Ykaterina charges in from behind, quickly taking the mysterious woman into a school boy roll up! 1.....2...*

Tom: Could we have an early, literal come-from-behind win?

*Vile however quickly escapes, as she quickly turns her attention, looking on with annoyance at Ykaterina, who simply looks back with a rather stoic look, though it's hard to tell their expressions thanks to their headwear. She quickly pushes back to her feet, as both woman quickly walk right up to each other. They exchange a few rather nasty words, before Ykaterina rears back with a quick kick to the leg, Vile stumbling back slightly, as Ykaterina launches a second one, only for Vile to fire her back with a quick kick of her own, clipping Ykaterina's own limb. She stumbles back herself, as the two them quickly begin exchanging a series of especially stiff looking attacks, with no clear winner at the moment. Suddenly, as the two women exchange blows, Rosie charges in from nowhere, nailing them both with a powerful double clothesline, sending both women down to the mat! She forms a huge sneer, now walking over and yanking Vile up her feet, before rearing back with a nasty headbutt, sending Vile back down to the ground. She quickly rises back up, grasping slightly at her head, as Rosie quickly grabs her by the neck, planting her hard into the mat with a Uranage, Vile grasping at that head a bit further, before Rosie quickly leaps up with, coming down a fist drop! Vile however quickly rolls out of the way, as Rosie hits the mat, grasping her hand slightly, when Vile quickly slips behind as she rises back up, taking the woman into a Crucifix pin! 1.....2....*

Tom: Another quick pin from behind!

*Rosie however quickly counters, rolling Vile up instead by using a bit of leverage. 1.....2....*

*However Ykaterina leaps up, hitting Rosie right between the eyes with a low dropkick! She goes rolling along the mat, rubbing at her face, as Vile pushes back to her feet, just in time to get caught by the lightning quick Ykaterina, who quickly takes her into a sunset flip, looking for a pin of her own! 1.....2....*

Jeannie: This is starting to get too fast to follow...they keep getting each other into pinning predicaments!

*Vile however breaks free, sending Ykaterina rolling along the mat. The two masked woman glare back at each other once again, when Rosie comes charging in once again, both women immediately dropping down and lowering the ropes, sending the champion tumbling to the outside! She looks on in surprise, getting back to her feet, when suddenly, Vile charges to the outside, diving and taking the champion down with a suicide dive through the ropes! Rosie goes back down immediately, grasping at her chest, as Vile gets back to her feet, while meanwhile in the ring, Ykaterina springs off the ropes, before going into a quick forward handspring, then vaulting over the ropes with a crossbody, taking down Vile as she rises back up! The crowd explodes into cheers, as they seem to be enjoying this match up so far. Ykaterina meanwhile gets back to her feet, as Rosie is soon to follow. She grasps her chest slightly, when Ykaterina immediately charges in, nailing her with a quick enziguri to the back of the head, dropping the stout woman to a knee! She then grabs her, quickly tossing her back inside of the ring, before slipping in after. Rosie pushes back to her feet, as Ykaterina quickly nails her with a high to the back of the head, quickly putting her back down on the mat! She grasps the back of her head, as Ykaterina quickly springs off the ropes, only for Vile to grab her in mid move, hoisting her up high, then dropping her down across the top rope! Ykaterina gasps slightly for air, as Vile then backs up, charging in with a running kick right to the side of the head, sending Ykaterina tumbling to the outside. Vile then quickly enters the ring herself, only to get tossed overhead with a belly to belly suplex! She lands hard, clutching at her back in pain, as Rosie looks down at her with a scowl, stomping over and rolling her over, as she goes for a cover. 1....2....*

Tom: Well-executed suplex from the women's champion.

Jeannie: Which one do you mean?

*Vile kicks out. Rosie quickly yanks her up by the neck, before driving a knee right into her chest, doubling the woman over in pain. She then follows with a quick series of clubs across the back, Vile grasping in pain back there. She then grabs her by the arm, before pulling her forwards, taking her down with a stiff short arm clothesline! Vile grasps at her neck as she hits the mat, only to get yanked back up by that same arm, as Rosie pulls her into a second one, dropping her once again, before she follows with a high leg drop, driving it down right across Vile's throat! She quickly presses a forearm down into the area, as she makes the cover. 1.....2...*

Jeannie: From a "woman" her size, that's definitely gonna be something you feel in the morning after.

Tom: I'm sure you know plenty about "mornings after"...

*Vile however kicks out. Rosie looks on in annoyance, as she quickly yanks her back up, only to get a quick forearm to the face, sending her stumbling back as Vile follows with a powerful elbow shot, nearly taking the champion off her feet as she staggers back! Vile then rears back, looking for an even harder elbow shot, Rosie however ducking under this one, before countering with a rolling elbow of her own, sending Vile sailing backwards, as she grasps further at her masked face, definitely feeling the impact. Rosie stomps over towards her once again, a rather huge sneer on her face, when suddenly Ykaterina comes out of nowhere with a springboard moonsault! Rosie however immediately catches her in her massive arms with ease, as Ykaterina looks on in horror. Rosie then immediately dives her across the knee into a rib breaker, before hoisting her back up, then driving her down into a second one, yanking her back up once again, then following by dropping her atop of the downed Vile with a Flapjack! The two masked woman gasp in pain, as they collide, Ykaterina rolling off to the side, as Rosie turns her attention towards the downed GND champion, quickly making a cover. 1.....2.....*

*Vile manages to kick out. Rosie looks on with aggravation, as she turns attention towards the downed Ykaterina, reaching down, only to get taken almost instantly into a small package pin! 1.....2.....*

*Vile quickly lunges in, breaking up this pin. Ykaterina looks on with annoyance at the woman, who looks back, before motioning down towards Rosie, who starts to rise to her feet. The two of them nod, as Ykaterina quickly grabs the larger woman around the neck, quickly springing up, before driving her down with a Tornado DDT, spiking her into the mat! Rosie gasps in pain, grabbing at her neck. She gets back to her feet, only for Vile to quickly grab her as she does, now planting her into the mat with an Evenflow DDT! Rosie bounces hard, grasping even further, as she gets laid out once again, quickly rolling to the outside now. Ykaterina then turns her attention towards Vile, who looks right back, both of them very clear about what is at stake in this match for the both of them.*

Tom: And there's the stare down. Both of them are masked, but the tension these two have made is thick enough you couldn't slice through it unless you had a meat cleaver.

*The two women, focused entirely on each other feign a quick size-up but almost instantly end up grappling with one another. Vile grabs the lighter Ykaterina and hoists her up for what is presumably a scoop slam; Ykaterina however manages to flip behind her. Vile quickly pivots around and throws a wide hook, nearly clipping Milosanova in the side of the head. Ykaterina however grabs ahold of the arm, bouncing onto the nearest middle rope and flipping off to deliver an armdrag takedown. Vile instantly gets up to her feet, and rushes at Ykaterina, taking her down with a running dropkick to the midsection. Ykaterina is sent flying backwards into a sitting position, landing very close to a nearby corner. Vile gets back up to her feet and rushes ahead, feigning a running boot. This causes Ykaterina to quickly dodge to the side and get up to her feet, but Vile stops and picks her up to hit a Samoan drop. Suddenly Rosie rushes in from behind and grabs Vile in position for a belly to back suplex, with Ykaterina Milosanova still held up in position for the drop. Rosie lifts Vile up and throws her back, the GND Champion landing on her back and neck and Ykaterina Milosanova getting thrown out of the ring. Rosie quickly turns to Vile now and begins to deliver a series of heavy punches after mounting her from the front. Vile covers up and throws a few of her own, but Rosie maintains the advantage, and picks her up in a suplex position.*

Tom: This could potentially end badly...

Jeannie: I guess you could say things are "picking up," eh?

Tom: *face-palm*

*However, Vile struggles with Rosie on the way up that buys Ykaterina Milosanova enough time to quickly run into the ring from behind and bounce onto the top rope nearest to the three, before ricocheting off and leaping onto Vile, the pair’s heads pointing into opposite directions. Rosie tries to drop Vile with a brainbuster but is unable to as Ykaterina forces herself downward in a forward fashion, which in turn causes Vile to get back down to her feet. Ykaterina lets go of Vile on the way down and lands on her feet, and Rosie, just temporarily fatigued from holding them both up in such a manner, is quickly forced into the ropes with a few punches to the temple from Vile, who immediately leaps onto her shoulders and delivers a well-placed hurricanrana! Rosie tumbles down to the mat, and Vile turns around, only for Ykaterina to come running in her direction. Vile attempts to grab her but Milosanova is able to duck and instantly turn around. Vile does also, but ends up on the receiving end of a Pele kick! Vile drops to the mat and Ykaterina quickly goes for a pin.*

Tom: PELE KICK~!

Jeannie: Wow, you even got the tilde part down. You must practice an AWFUL lot.

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*Vile gets a shoulder up as Rosie gets to her feet. Ykaterina fails to notice Rosie barreling down on her as she gets caught with a clothesline from behind. Rosie goes to pick up Vile, and again hits her with a few punches before grabbing Vile in arm wring fashion and spinning her around for a hammerlock. Vile manages to spin back out of it, and then puts Rosie in a hammerlock of her own. Now Rosie reverses the hammerlock and puts it back in. Ykaterina gets back up to her feet, facing the two women as Vile once again reverses the hammerlock and manages to push Rosie towards Ykaterina. Quickly Ykaterina is able to dodge this attempt to knock her back over, falling onto her belly as Rosie simply steps over her and runs back at Vile from the ropes. Vile spins around to attempt to deliver a snapmare driver to Rosie, but the W*I*G Women’s Champion pushes her EWT equivalent into the ropes. Now Vile is the one who comes running back, but Ykaterina runs at Rosie from behind and hits her with a high dropkick to the back of the head, forcing her to drop to a knee. Taking advantage of the moment, Vile hits a sharp shining wizard that sends Rosie flopping onto her back. But Ykaterina now runs forward at Vile. Ykaterina ducks an attempted Yakuza kick from Vile, sweeping her and hitting her in the back of the leg. As she comes down however, Vile is able to drop an elbow right onto Ykaterina, which gives Rosie a chance to haul herself back up onto her feet.*

Tom: Vile demonstrating her balance of speed and strength--not as fast as Ykaterina and not as strong as Rosie, but she's got the ability to keep up with them in certain circumstances, that definitely being an example.

*Rosie wastes no time in going on the offensive towards both of the smaller women. Just as Vile gets up, Rosie is able to kick her in the back, sending her rolling to the side to regroup. Rosie then picks up Ykaterina and sets her up for a guillotine neckbreaker, but Ykaterina scissors Rosie from behind and tries to hold herself up. Instead of delivering a neckbreaker however, Rosie simply swings forward, preparing to fall back right on top of Ykaterina to crush her; however Ykaterina immediately lets go as she notices Rosie swinging forward, and falls off, rolling onto her back and lifting her knees up as Rosie falls back. Rosie lands right onto the knees of Milosanova, and falls to a sitting position, biting her lower lip in pain. Vile, back up to her feet, suddenly rolls forward and hits a slight variation to the notorious Rolling Thunder on Ykaterina, who is too busy planning what to do next to Rosie after her counter. Vile hastily makes a cover.*

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Jeannie: Awww...she got the shoulder up.

*Rosie breaks the pin with a huge, crashing axehandle onto the back of Vile that causes her to break the pin. Vile ends up caught in another fistfight with Rosie, but spins around her and from behind hits a neckbreaker. Rosie hits the mat as Vile turns her attention back to Ykaterina. Milosanova gets back up to her feet via a corner, and Vile runs quickly ahead, hitting her with a shoulder into the corner. With Ykaterina’s breath temporarily taken away, Vile hoists her up to the top turnbuckle, and turns the slightly dazed Milosanova from her sitting position, facing the audience. Vile looks to get her in position for a Vilecanrana, but Rosie, back up to her feet, attacks her stomach with a clubbing forearm before she can complete the move. Vile crashes downwards, scrambling back up to her feet as Rosie, with one leg, chokes her in the corner. Vile is however able to slip out, grabbing Rosie’s leg and spinning it around as she rolls away from the corner. Suddenly Ykaterina is airborne once again—Rosie, spun around 360 degrees, is unable to react accordingly as the smaller woman leaps onto her and grabs her head in a front facelock before spinning her around and tornado DDT’ing her right into the mat! Just as Ykaterina gets up to her feet, Vile throws her out of the ring via over the top rope and quickly covers Rosie.*

Tom: Ever the opportunist, is she. Damn, if the match ends this way...

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KICKOUT!

*Rosie gets the shoulder up and manages to push Vile off of her a few inches in the process. Vile gets back up to her feet and stomps at Rosie’s face a few times, before picking Rosie up by her head and whipping her into the nearest corner. Vile immediately gives the heavier Rosie a monkey flip that sends her flopping onto her back, and then looks over the ropes for Ykaterina who she threw out moments before. But Milosanova is not to be found, and Vile immediately backs off from the ropes. Wary, she continues to stomp at Rosie, until Ykaterina pops up in broad view, hopping onto the ring around parallel to Vile and jumping onto the top rope. Instantly Vile cancels her assault and runs toward the silver-masked woman, who instead drops from the rope and lands onto the floor on her feet before Vile is able to actually hit her. Vile then turns back around to face Rosie, who clocks her hard with a heavy haymaker. Vile goes reeling back, which prompts Rosie to back up and charge at her in spear-like fashion. But Vile ducks and Rosie goes flying out of the ring, nearly hitting Ykaterina in the process. Milosanova swings herself around the crashing woman, instead hopping back up to the ring apron and leaping off in the direction of Vile, who catches her and delivers a flapjack facebuster, continuing to hold onto the Russian as she drives her into the mat. Vile quickly goes for the cover.*

Jeannie: Big impact from that facebuster. Hey, you think having a metal mask makes it hurt even more.

Tom: I don't know Jeannie, why don't you go over and ask her instead of trying to be so cockney all the time?

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KICKOUT!

*Ykaterina is able to get a shoulder up, and Vile goes to pick her up and continue working on her, but isn’t so lucky as Milosanova slips around her legs and puts her in a standing waistlock. Vile elbows her in the side of her masked head and spins around, lifting Ykaterina up for a waistlock belly to back suplex, but Ykaterina is able to slip out and around during the lift, ending up behind Vile. She applies a body scissors sleeper, piggybacking on the moderately larger Vile and completely obstructing her view with an arm wrapped tightly around the visor part of Vile’s helmet. Ykaterina keeps the hold locked in as Vile bends over slightly, grabbing Ykaterina and trying to throw her off of her back. She manages to do so, but Ykaterina grabs ahold of her head on the way off, executing a flip neckbreaker! Ykaterina is back up to her feet as she sees Rosie getting back into the ring. She runs forward, hitting a baseball slide to the face and quickly exits. Rosie is still on her feet, and Ykaterina begins forearming her in the face to force her into the retaining barrier just behind them. Rosie quickly recovers and with a few shots of her own puts her masked opponent into a daze, before lifting her up and giving her a gutbuster right onto the retaining barrier itself. Ykaterina groans as she slumps off the retaining barrier and onto the floor, clutching her stomach. Rosie picks her up, and drags her towards the Armenian announce table by her hair. Rosie hits her hard in the abdomen with a heavy punch, but Vile comes out of the ring as well, attacking Rosie from behind with a few elbows to the back of the head. Rosie turns around swinging, and Vile ducks, hitting her with a few sweep kicks to force her off of her feet and tumble onto the padding on the floor. Quickly Vile hops onto the ring apron and leaps off as Rosie hauls herself back up, before jumping off with a spinning crossbody! Rosie catches her however, and in position to execute powerslam instead opts to ram Vile into the side of the ring, back-first.*

Jeannie: Note to self--crossbodies are NOT to be used against Rosie.

*Vile struggles to break free, hitting Rosie in the side of the head with one of her legs and causing the W*I*G Women’s Champion to lose her grip. Vile lands on her knees, and grabs Rosie by the head, slamming her face into the side of the ring repeatedly. Ykaterina meanwhile gets up to her feet and quickly slips around to the closest side of the ring Rosie and Vile aren’t on. Vile tries to slam Rosie’s face into the side of the ring again, but Rosie stiffly elbows her in the side of her masked head and hits her with a Uranage. Rosie then takes her over to the announce table she brought Ykaterina to minutes before. Rosie rolls Vile onto the table and climbs onto it, the two foreign commentators bolting from the ill-fated table, and Rosie then grabs Vile in a suplex position. Vile manages to hit a few elbows that send Rosie back a bit, but she then retaliates with a few heavy blows of her own and lifts Vile up, facing the ring. All of a sudden, Ykaterina Milosanova reveals herself, scaling the nearest turnbuckle and backflipping off, landing on both Rosie and Vile as the three of them crash through the Armenian announce table with explosive impact!*

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Tom: Holy schnikes, ladies and gentlemen. The table belonging to our Armenian broadcast team has been taken down in epic fashion--Ykaterina Milosanova hitting a moonsault on Rosie and Vile and causing all three of them to explode through that table!

Jeannie: Meh.

*With the table shattering to bits, the plastics and metals a wreck, Ykaterina decides to draw a bit of revenge on Vile for slandering her in front of Juri Sadamoto. She lifts Vile up and rolls her into the ring. With Rosie lying motionless, Ykaterina props up Vile on the turnbuckle and decides to give her a running splash. As she charges, Vile gets some semblance of consciousness and moves out of the way. Ykaterina is hurting and Vile gives her a school boy to get the pin.*

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Kickout!

Tom: That was too close for comfort for Milosanova. But at the same time, Vile's starting to look a bit impatient.

*Vile only gets a two on Ykaterina. Vile is showing signs of frustration as she gets up and starts putting the boots to Ykaterina. Rosie is starting to stir and finally makes her way to her feet. She slowly gets into the ring as Vile picks up Ykaterina and gives the high sign for her Reploid Buster. If she hits, then Ykaterina loses her mask, but Rosie keeps her title. Rosie, wants to finish off Ykaterina herself. She decides to bum-rush Vile and knocks her out of the ring. With Vile knocked down and almost out, Rosie wants to finish off Ykaterina. She tries to apply the Fury Grasp, but Ykaterina gives Rosie a quick series of very stiff elbow shots to the temple and she goes down in a heap.*

Tom: Wow...

Jeannie: No words to describe that one.

Tom: She must have REALLY got her bell rung.

*Ykaterina senses that the match is almost over. She goes for the cover quickly, but Rosie immediately shoves her off. Rosie, hell bent on winning and unmasking Ykaterina, gets the bearing back and cinches in that Fury Grasp. Ykaterina is unable to power out of it in any way, shape or form and so uses her legs to form a body scissors on the larger Rosie, squeezing away. She leans back, inching her legs closer and closer to Rosie's arms to trigger her to break the hold but is running out of breath. Before the hold reaches a resolution, Vile gets back to her feet and breaks the hold. Ykaterina jumps up to her feet, only to be dropkicked out between the middle and top rope.*

Tom: And Milosanova's out of there! If she wants to make sure this match doesn't end prematurely she'll need to get back onto her feet and intervene again.

*Vile and Rosie are left and Rosie is not pleased with Vile breaking up the potential win. They start to trade blows with each other. Stiff rights and lefts are delivered and Rosie results to poking the eyes, but to nil effect thanks to the mask. Vile gives her an eye rake and whips her to the ropes and delivers a picture perfect dropkick. Rosie quickly gets back up and Vile quickly knocks her down again with a dropkick. Rosie gets up and drops down again when Vile goes for a third dropkick. Rosie grabs her from behind, but Vile reverses it and nails a bridging German Suplex. The ref makes a count. Ykaterina Milosanova slides into the ring to try to break the pin.*

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*Bell Rings*

*Vile lets go and raises her arms in victory. The ref quickly puts her hands down, telling her that she didn’t win the match. After hearing this Rosie raises her arms in victory, but the Ref flies over to her and puts her arms down. Ykaterina stops in her tracks, seeming completely disappointed in being a second too late, but since she was not involved in the fall keeps her mask. The Ref quickly goes to the ring announcer and tells him the result. After that, the ring announcer announces her decision.*

Finkel: Ladies and Gentlemen, the Ref has counted Both Rosie and Vile down for the three-count. He rules this match, a No Contest!

Tom: I can't believe it! Rosie and Vile have beaten themselves--and completely abandoned the opportunity to win those titles!

*The ladies are shocked at the decision. Rosie, livid from nearly losing, grabs Ykaterina and hits her with a sidebuster, as the crowd begins to boo. Ykaterina stumbles out and Vile grabs her, hitting her with the Reploid Buster and crumpling her to the mat. Both larger women cool off a bit and begin staring at one another, but the crowd remains enraged.*

Tom: Oh come on, give me a frigging break! They're such poor sports about things that they attack her after the match has ENDED? Seriously?

Jeannie: Hey, it's a no contest. You can't DQ'd after it or anything, so as far as I'm concerned it's fair game.

Tom: To you maybe, but I'm sure that Ykaterina and the fans would beg to differ...I'm just glad that their arrogance has gotten in the way of their rage.

*It’s safe to assume that this won’t be the last time these three will see each other in the ring. The Women’s division in WIG has just been raised a few notches.*

[James E. Colvin]

*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 crowd goes crazy as the bagpipes fade out, yielding to Alice Cooper's "School's Out", which blares as Chaz parts the curtain with force. His valet emerges, holding the Saltre on a flagpole, and lightly waves the banner while Chaz 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. Lana walks behind him, the colors flying high on her shoulder, then slides into the ring head-first. He stands up and prepares for the match ahead with a few last-minute stretches, then taunts for the crowd, Lana on the outside.*

Tom: There’s our first challenger, Chaz Stone! And I see he’s brought that lady by the name of Lana with him.

Jeannie: Yeah, that’s just great. Next we’ll be finding out they’re husband and wife. *She sighs audibly.*

*The camera focuses on the ramp as “Living for the Weekend” begins to play over the speaker system of the Colvitron and Jason Hereford steps onto the stage, lifting one arm up, outstretched, as the fans great him with a malevolent firestorm of boos that resonate over and over within themselves. Jason walks down the ramp, firing obscenities at the audience members closest to him as he straightens his largely-unkempt hair. Reaching the ring, he slides in, keeping his eyes on Chaz and hops up onto the turnbuckle, showing off his filthy but still-defined physique, men and women alike turning away in disgust. Jason blows them off and jumps back down, turning around and backing into a corner after taking off his trenchcoat and sunglasses and giving them to a referee.*

Jeannie: Now there’s someone good looking in this match that I know who’s single!

Tom: I’m not even sure if that’s remotely similar to what he actually looks like…the amount of gunk and dirt all over his body, hair and clothes is utterly revolting. Unless you actually dig that sort of thing…

Jeannie: No comment.

"I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be me.
I don't wanna be me... anymore."

*Coltrane strides out onto the stage to be greeted by the merciless boos of the fans in the W*I*G-Sphere. He opens his coat to proudly display his W*I*G World Heavyweight Championship Belt which draws further boos from the crowd. Coltrane doesn't acknowledge the fans as he continues to march on down to the ring.*

Tom: Coltrane recently returned from a trip fto Japan working with our sister company in the orient, TigerPath. He defended the W*I*G Heavyweight Championship against Hiro Yamada, bringing the title to World Championship status.

Jeannie: The fans may hate him, but Coltrane did a great service representing W*I*G internationally.

*They all continue to boo, but his only focus is on the match. Coltrane steps into the ring & hands his title belt over to the referee.*

Tom: As such, this will be the first match for the W*I*G World Heavyweight Championship. Now let's send it to Howard for the introductions.

Finkel: The following contest is a Three-Way Match scheduled for one fall & is your W*I*G Gives Thanks Main Event of the evening. The first man to score a pinfall or submission will be the W*I*G World Heavyweight Champion.

*Cheers.*

Finkel: Introducing the challengers. First, standing in the corner to my left from Seattle, Washington, by way of Edinburgh, Scotland, being accomapnied to the ring tonight by Lana; he weighed in this morning at 20 & ¹/₂ stone... This is CHAZ... STOOOOONE!

*The crowd bursts into cheers for Chaz. Chaz himself throws his arms in the air in acknowledgement. He shakes the ropes Warryah-style as the fans go crazy.*

Finkel: And standing in the corner to my right, from San Diego, California, he weighed in this morning at 221lbs... he is JAAAASOOOON... HEREFOOOOOOORRRRD!

*The crowd boos Jason who looks around him a little twitchily. He slicks back his greasy hair & flicks his broken shades back ontop of his head as he flashes a sneer in the direction of Chaz.*

Finkel: And, from Queens, New York, he weighed in this morning at 234lbs, he is the current reigning & defending, undisputed, undefeated W*I*G Heavyweight Champion of the World... COOOOOL~TRAAAAAAAAAANNNE!

DING-DING!

*The three men lunge at eachother & all three are locked in a three-way collar & elbow tie-up. They circle around the ring for a bit with no one seeming to gain a clear advantage. All three disengage from the hold & look around at eachother. Coltrane & Hereford look to eachother, neither saying a word. Simultaneously, they attack Chaz. Both Hereford & Coltrane beat Hereford back into a corner. Chaz is struggling to cover up as both men throw vicious clubbing blows all over his body. Chaz manages to shove both men off & send them nearly half way across the ring. Both Hereford & Coltrane stand again & turn around to see Chaz. He comes running at both with a double clothesline. Both are down again & Chaz is really on fire.*

Tom: Chaz Stone is really displaying why he desreves to be in the main event here tonight.

Jeannie: I'll say. He certainly has the bod for it.

*Chaz lets out a roar as the crowd cheers him on. He looks toward Hereford as his long-time rival is beginning to get to his feet. Chaz advances on Hereford & picks him up. Before we discover exactly what Chaz has in mind, Coltrane leaps onto his back & tries to lock him into a sleeper hold. Coltrane manages to wrap his arms around Chaz & the biggest man in the match staggers a bit. Hereford nails Chaz with a Dropkick & the Scotsman falls backwards, landing on Coltrane in the process. Chaz gets back up almost immediately. He whips Hereford to the ropes & on the rebound sends him flying high before Hereford goes crashing down to the mat.*

Tom: Amazing power by Chaz Stone! Hereford must have been at least 15 feet in the air!

*Coltrane is still feeling the effects of having a near 290lbs man fall on top of him as he crawls to the corner & begins to stand again. He looks up to see Chaz charging right for him. Coltrane deftly steps aside at the last moment & Chaz barges into the ring-post shoulder first.*

Jeannie: Ouch! That's gonna smart. Maybe I should rub it better for him.

Tom: Sit, Ubu, Sit!

*As Chaz is just about to pull back from the ring-post, Coltrane grabs him by the waist-band & forces Chaz's shoulder into the ring-post a second time. Chaz lies there for a moment nursing his shoulder.*

Tom: That sick bastard. Chaz Stone might have a separated shoulder after this!

*Hereford is starting to get back up. Coltrane advances on him & knocks him down with a Running Knee Lift. Coltrane drags Jason to a corner opposite from Chaz & sets Hereford up in a Tree of Woe. Coltrane stomps at Jason's mid-section a few times. As Jason continues to hang there rather defenseless Coltrane drags Chaz out of the opposite corner & rams Chaz's injured left shoulder into Hereford's groin. At that Hereford falls from his position in the Tree of Woe. Coltrane tries to set Chaz up for the "Edinburgh Crush". He starts off by getting him into a Powerbomb position, but Chaz is still able to power him off with a Back Body Drop none the less. After that impact, Coltrane rolls out of the ring. Chaz immediately falls down to the mat holding his shoulder. The move hurt him more than he expected.*

Jeannie: Chaz looks to be in alot of pain.

Tom: Like it or not that was smart strategy on the part of Coltrane. By nullifying one of Chaz's arms he took away some of the strongest moves in Chaz's arsenal.

*Chaz continues to nurse his shoulder as Jason Hereford rises behind him. Jason kicks Chaz in the gut & tries to lock in the Contortion Hold, but Chaz manages to escape before Jason gets the hold locked in fully. Chaz smashes Jason in the face with an elbow & grabs the dazed former socialite before giving him an Emerauld Reekie. Chaz carries Jason along the side of the ring as he gives him three consecutive Backbreakers & then turns his back to the ropes as he sends Jason flying out over the ropes with a Fall Away Slam. Hereford lands outside the ring where Coltrane is just beginning to get back up.*

Tom: WOW! If that display is anything to go by Chaz's shoulder isn't bothering him too much.

*Coltrane gets a few cheap kicks in on Hereford on the outside. Hereford is starting to pull himself back up using the ring apron. Coltrane attempts to bash Hereford's head off the mat from the outside. Hereford reverses & hits Coltrane's head against the mat instead. As Coltrane reels back from the ring a bit, Hereford goes after him. Both men are standing a few feet away from the ring when Chaz Stone comes flying over the top rope & crashing right into the pair of them. The crowd goes bananas (B-A-N-A-N-A-S!)*

Tom: Chaz Stone with a high-risk move! THE FLYING SCOTSMAN! Flying right out of the ring & crashing into our other two competitors!

Jeannie: Trust me when I say, Tom, having a man that size land on top of you can be a very pleasurable experience, but in this instance I think that Coltrane & Jason would disagree with me.

*Chaz gets to his feet & lets out a roar, clearly feeling an adrenaline rush. The crowd roars their approval right back at him. Chaz picks both champ & challenger up & gives them a double noggin-knocker before rolling the pair of them back into the ring. Chaz rolls back into the ring himself, still carefully minding his shoulder. He makes his way over to Coltrane & drapes an arm over him. The ref counts...*

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SHOULDER UP!

*Chaz scurries over to the prone form of Jason Hereford & makes a cover, ensuring to hook the legs of his victim this time.*

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KICKOUT!

*Chaz looks around a little exasperated. He makes his way back over to Coltrane & tries to drag the defending champ to his feet. Coltrane decides to fight back. He digs a few elbows into Chaz's mid-section then whips the bigger man to the ropes. Chaz returns & manages to Spear Coltrane. Coltrane falls to the mat grasping at his ribs. Chaz goes to make the cover on Coltrane again.*

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HEREFORD BREAKS IT UP!

*Jason Hereford perfoms a baseball slide right into the side of Chaz as he covers Coltrane. Hereford brings Chaz to his feet & calls on Coltrane to assist him. Champ & challenger work together to whip Chaz off to the ropes. Chaz, however, brings both men in together & smacks them against eachother. Chaz bounds off the ropes & aims for a Double Clothesline on Coltrane & Hereford. Both men duck to avoid it and Chaz bounds off the other set of ropes. Coltrane & Hereford then knock down Chaz with a Dual Clothesline of their own. Hereford moves to make cover quickly, but Coltrane yanks him off of Stone & makes a cover himself. The two men can be seen arguing.*

Jason: It was MY plan to work togeth...

Coltrane: But I'M the Champion!

*In mere seconds the pair have come to blows. Coltrane tries to set up Hereford for a Maxximyzer, but Hereford shoves Coltrane off to the ropes & on the rebound kicks him in the gut. With Coltrane doubled over Hereford tries to set him up for the Cold Concussion, but Coltrane works his way out of that & instead drops Hereford with a DDT. But of course, that's not enough for Coltrane to be satisfied. He picks Hereford back up & places his head between his legs.*

Tom: Looks like Coltrane's about to go for the Dead End Driver.

Jeannie: That's the same move that helped him win the W*I*G World Heavyweight title in the first place!

*Coltrane hooks both of Jason's arms & tries to hit the move, but Jason manages to reverse the situation. With both his arms hooked, Jason arcs backwards & takes Coltrane with him in Dragon Suplex of sorts. Coltrane is trapped his shoulders are down.*

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CHAZ BREAKS IT UP!

*Chaz Stone pulls Hereford right off, not even needing to hit him with a punch or stomp or anything of that sort. With the smaller Jason Hereford up however, his tune quickly changes as he hits the greasy challenger with a series of powerful punches to the face that knock him right off his feet as he ends up sent flying into the air and down onto the mat from the sheer force of each one. Coltrane pushes himself up to his feet and clubs Chaz in the back of the neck, forcing him to get down on a knee as he runs to his front and hits a well-placed DDT. Coltrane turns around to face Jason Hereford, but as he’s half-pivoted towards his much greasier enemy, Hereford manages to quickly lock a full nelson on him and spin him around mid-run to execute a traction backbreaker. Jason looks back at Chaz who’s now up as well. Chaz throws a punch at Hereford who ducks it, grabbing the arm and wrenching it. He slips behind Chaz, trying to apply a chickenwing but Chaz is able to grab him with one arm and spin him around the entirety of his right side before dropping him with a sidewalk slam. Chaz makes the cover on Hereford.*

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COLTRANE BREAKS THE PIN!

*Chaz turns back around to face Coltrane, and clobbers him with a few heavy hits. Coltrane staggers back as Chaz picks him up with his less damaged arm and lifts him up as if to hit a Seattle Spinebuster. Hereford hauls himself up to his feet and chop blocks Chaz, causing to drop down with Coltrane a bit harder than usual. Chaz tries to get up to his feet but Jason hits him with a running knee right to the jaw, knocking him down, and then goes to stomp on him. Jason continually stops at the face, until he sees Coltrane get up to his feet and walk towards the downed Chaz Stone. Jason looks on, alert, and Coltrane stares back at him. The two simply nod and both of them begin to stomp down on Chaz, their legs alternating like pistons as the crowd boos resoundingly. Hereford stops his attack for a moment, pausing as Coltrane continues to stomp Stone. Immediately thereafter, he turns the dazed Chaz on his belly and crosses Chaz’s legs, before he threads the proverbial needle with one of his own and leans back, grabbing Chaz Stone’s head and pulling back with an Inverted STF. Hereford keeps the move held in as Coltrane backs up and runs forward, hitting a baseball slide on Chaz’s head. But Stone refuses to tap out and an impatient Hereford releases the hold, getting back up to his feet.*

Tom: This is pathetic. This match is supposed to be a triple threat and so far, Jason Hereford and Coltrane have been abusing that stipulation as the both of them have turned this into what may as well be a handicap match!

Jeannie: Yes Tom, because it’s totally their fault that they’re using their heads to pick apart the big man.

*Jason and Coltrane both pick up Chaz Stone and drag him towards the ropes, and try to toss him over, but he resists, his better arm wrapped around one of them. Coltrane and Jason Hereford both try to pick him up and chuck him over the top rope, each of them on a side of his, but Chaz manages to elbow Coltrane in the side of the head, forcing him to release his grip, and overpowers the smaller Jason Hereford, who vainly attempts to stop Chaz with a few forearms, before picking him up and Caber Tossing him right over the top rope! Hereford spills to the outside, and Chaz planchas right over the top rope, landing on Jason with a thud! The sound of Hereford gasping for breath resonates throughout the arena and Chaz turns around to face Coltrane, as he slides into the ring. Coltrane stomps at Chaz a few times as he slides in, picking him up by the head and trying to hit him with a MAXXimyzer. Chaz pushes Coltrane right out of it, and Coltrane comes bouncing off of the ropes. Chaz runs forward, trying to lariat him but Coltrane manages to duck under it. Chaz comes back and Coltrane tries a dropkick, but Chaz is able to block most of it, the kick only sending him back several steps. Coltrane quickly gets up to his feet and backs off, as Chaz once again runs towards him. Coltrane manages to duck, only this time he ducks right into a spear that drives him into the mat, as he slides backwards and out of the ring from the impact, landing next to a panting Jason Hereford. Hereford looks to Chaz standing next to the ropes and hastily backs off, fearing another aerial move. Chaz slides out of the ring and advances towards Hereford, trying to grab him to set up another move, but Jason manages to slip around every attempt. He slips around behind Chaz and knees him in the back, and Chaz takes a wild swing with one arm in, trying to hit Hereford and stun him. Jason ducks and shoulder rams Chaz in the stomach, before backing up and going for a Bodkin Facebuster. But Chaz is able to prevent Jason from picking him up, and throws him into the side of the Armenian announce table.*

Tom: Chaz is holding his own as far as I’m concerned. But I fear for the future of Garbackyan’s and Kojerian’s announce table—we JUST got the thing fixed after the Women’s match!

*Chaz Stone turns around, and Coltrane comes charging at him, hitting a low running dropkick on the shins of the big challenger. Chaz shuffles back a few steps and goes to pick Coltrane up, but Jason Hereford, still a bit dazed, climbs the table and jumps off, landing on Chaz’s back and forearming him in the back of the head over and over. Chaz flails his arms wildly, trying to buck off the smaller Jason Hereford, and with the opening, Coltrane is able to utilize the MAXXimyzer he failed to earlier, dropping Coltrane onto the padding near the two announce tables. Chaz drops as Hereford rolls off of him, and Jason and Coltrane pick the stunned Chaz up to his feet, as Jason points over to the announce tables. Both men dart their eyes over to the Armenian table and roll Chaz onto it. Both men follow, climbing onto it as well.*

Tom: I mean seriously, I hate to sound cliché, but this has turned into a damn mugging!

Jeannie Ew, you’re ripping lines from Michael Cole of all people? You should be ASHAMED of yourself.

*But Jason and Coltrane lift Chaz into a double suplex, and instead of falling down directly, back up, parallel to Tom and Jeannie’s table and leap off, driving Chaz right through theirs’ instead and collapsing the thing with thunderous impact! The fans are livid, but Garbackyan and Kojerian rise to their feet, applauding the two heels for sparing their table. Tom and Jeannie walk over to the other table and commandeer it as the two Armenian commentators shrug and depart from the immediate vicinity. Chaz is still laying amongst the wreckage of the previous double suplex, clutching his damaged shoulder as Coltrane and Jason Hereford haul themselves up to their feet. The two dust themselves off as the fans continue to boo, and the two unlikely allies drag Chaz up to the ring and roll him in. Coltrane slides into the ring, followed by Jason and the two continue stomping away at the much larger man. They both pick him up and whip him into the corner opposite, and Jason charges right behind Chaz, hitting him with a high running knee to the face as soon as Stone hits the corner. He climbs up onto the turnbuckle and begins to pound away on the still-dazed Chaz Stone with a barrage of forearms, and he turns his head back to see Coltrane motion for him to get out of the way. Coltrane runs at full speed towards Chaz, and Jason turns his head back around, only to get launched over the turnbuckle by Chaz, and he lands on his knees. Coltrane however is not so lucky, and the rejuvenated Chaz Stone grabs him mid run and throws him up high, flapjacking him right into the ring post itself! Coltrane ricochets off, grabbing at his head as Chaz stomps the ring with both his feet, roaring along with the crowd!*

Tom: I really have no idea how this guy does it. Coltrane and Jason Hereford have been trying to pick this man apart and they still are just not having any luck! Chaz has, without a doubt so far, shown exactly how explosive of a house of fire he is!

Jeannie: Ugh, I think you’re right! And oh NO! I think Coltrane got busted open! Quick! Get the Neosporin! Get the Band-Aids! Just don’t let that scar up!

*On his back, the bloodied Coltrane tries to make some distance between himself and the rallied Chaz W. Stone. He hurries onto his feet and knees Chaz in the gut, trying to go for a side Russian leg sweep, but Chaz easily blocks it and gives him once of his own. Jason Hereford climbs the bloody turnbuckle, jumping off and going for a torpedo dropkick, hitting Chaz in the back and knocking him down. Jason tries to apply a sleeper on him, but Chaz powers up to his feet and swings Hereford around, before lifting him up and suplexing him right down on the mat. Chaz then goes back over to Coltrane and grabs him, picking him up and reverse suplexing him out of the ring, before turning to face the downed Jason Hereford. He drops a few elbows into the small of Jason’s back and locks him up with a Boston Crab.*

Jeannie: Normally I’d question him using a submission hold on Jason Hereford of all people, but hey, since Coltrane’s out of the picture and he’s much stronger than Jason…

*Chaz pulls incredibly hard at Jason Hereford’s back, leaning way back as Jason struggles. His back, temporarily in as much pain as it is from the previous moves is too soft for him to last long and the smaller Hereford begins to struggle to try to break free. Hereford begins pounding the mat with his elbows and fists, his teeth clenched. Over a half a minute goes by, and a blood red Hereford, groaning, lifts one of his hands up, his hand open. He slams it down, but before it touches the mat, another hand grabs it and holds it in place. The fans are shocked, and Jason’s wide eyes stare at the hand in amazement. Suddenly Jason begins screaming obscenities at his “savior”—none other than Coltrane. Chaz is oblivious and continues to stretch Hereford, until he hears Jason yelling at the top of his lungs.*

Jason: WELL? AREN’T YOU GOING TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT?

*Chaz breaks the hold, turning around, but Coltrane is able to hit him with a snap-flowing DDT. Coltrane goes for the cover.*

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HEREFORD BREAKS THE COVER!

*Hereford pulls Coltrane off and the two begin jawing at each other like earlier. Coltrane and Jason both start stomping Chaz, much like earlier. Coltrane looks towards Jason and tells him to hold Chaz down, and he scales the turnbuckle. Jason keeps Chaz on the mat with a few forearms, and at Coltrane’s request, backs off. Coltrane leaps off with a Money Shot, landing across the midsection of Chaz Stone and picks himself up as Jason continues hitting stomps and forearms. But Jason picks Chaz up by the head and puts him in position for the Dead End Driver, and Chaz, tiring but still able to use his strength, tosses Jason over his back before he was ever able to lift him up! Chaz turns around to face Coltrane and gets whipped into the ropes. Chaz comes bouncing back as Coltrane puts his head down, but Chaz hits him with a huge toe kick that sends him off his feet, before turning back to Hereford and picking him up around the waist to hit a wheelbarrow powerbomb! Coltrane scrambles behind Chaz, knocking him over with a double leg takedown and lifts his legs above the mat afterwards, quickly applying a Cidal Lock. Stone tries to force Coltrane to release the hold with a few stiff elbows, but Coltrane refuses to let go and keeps the hold in. Jason Hereford, just getting back up to his feet, sees the compromising situation Chaz is in and breaks the submission hold before any severe damage can be done, hitting Coltrane in the back of the head with a forearm and forcing him forward. Chaz gets up to his feet in the meantime, grabbing Hereford and whipping him into a corner, before picking up Coltrane and whipping him right into the cornered Jason Hereford! Coltrane goes flying over the top rope from the impact and Jason staggers forward, before getting powerslammed by Chaz Stone. *


Jeannie: Wow, he’s still doing it.

Tom: Matches like this prove why, no matter what way you look at it, size, strength and determination all matter. Textbook example from Chaz Stone tonight!

*But Chaz Stone did more than powerslam Jason Hereford—the referee is laying down, unconscious next to the much greasier challenger who’s barely awake himself.*

Tom: And the referee is down! Chaz Stone launched Jason Hereford and caught the unlucky referee in the midst of the impact! We don’t have any spares in the immediate vicinity either. Jeannie, your last name is now the word of the moment.

Jeannie: What can I say?

*Chaz tries to wake up the referee, but to no avail as a slightly frustrated Coltrane makes note of the situation. He grabs his W*I*G World Championship Title and slides into the ring, turning Chaz Stone to face him and plastering him across the face with the belt. He seems a bit more cooled off, and looks back to where a downed Chaz Stone is. Jason Hereford is staggering to get up to his feet, and Coltrane looks up to the rafters as if pondering what to do next. Very quickly he nods to himself and walks towards Hereford for a few steps, before brandishing his title belt and running towards Jason. He rears the title back and thrusts it forward at Hereford’s head, until a superkick from Jason comes rocketing out of nowhere, parrying the attack and sending the belt colliding into Coltrane’s own face! Coltrane stiffly falls backwards, hitting the mat with a thud as Jason himself falls back onto the mat. All three men are becoming more and more tired, and at this point, they and the referee are all on the mat, a few groans echoing through the arena.*

Tom: You know, I don’t like Jason Hereford for all the underhanded garbage he does and continues to do, but even I’m going to have to give him credit for that one.

*Chaz is the first to get up, followed shortly by Jason Hereford and then by Coltrane. The referee is still groggy however, and gets up to his feet as the three men keep their distances. Coltrane kicks the bloody belt out of the ring, and turns to face his two opponents. As the ref recuperates, the three resume their match. Coltrane looks to size up either opponent, but Jason refuses to make the first move as Coltrane and Chaz Stone directly attack each other. Chaz overpowers Coltrane and puts him in position for a vertical suplex, but Coltrane drops behind Chaz and grabs him from behind, lifting him up and hitting a back suplex. Coltrane goes after the still somewhat damaged shoulder of Stone’s, stomping at it. He picks Chaz up and shoulder-whips him right into the ring post, but turns around as Jason Hereford comes straight at him. The two start forearming each other back and forth, and Coltrane hits Jason with a headbutt that sends him back a few steps. Jason retaliates with a European Uppercut, his body spinning 360 degrees, and he grabs Coltrane, spinning him around and hitting him with a German Suplex. Jason doesn’t let go and keeps the pin bridged in.*

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CHAZ BREAKS IT UP!

*Chaz hits a running senton on both men, crumpling them as he picks up Hereford and whips him into the ropes, hitting him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. He then picks Coltrane up and repeats the process, hitting him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker too. Both Hereford and Coltrane are down again and Chaz Stone gives a boisterous but pleased roar, clenching his fists. Lana cheers along with the crowd as Chaz looks to be lining something up. He picks up Hereford with authority and whips him to the outside roughly. Coltrane, having recovered, elbows Chaz in the spine. He spins the big man around and tries for a DDT, focusing on the shoulder he's worked over most of the match, but Chaz powers out and heaps the copycat on his shoulder with a bearhug. Having squeezed Coltrane a few times to stun him, Chaz begins walking backwards. He stops at the ropes and adjusts his grip to cradle Coltrane's feet in his hands. The crowd begins to swell in anticipation, and Chaz takes off towards the opposite ropes, screaming his fool head off. He plants a big leg and, with a mighty heave, chucks the smaller man clear out of the ring--and onto a recovering Jason Hereford!*

Tom: Caber Toss on Coltrane, and Chaz shows he's still very much in this match!

Jeannie: That's my man!

Tom: Both men recovering, and--oh shit, INCOMING!

*The crowd erupts as Chaz Stone leaps over the ropes after a running start and comes crashing full-force onto both men on the outside. All three are down, and the crowd starts a "THIS IS AWESOME!" chant in appreciation of the big man being so willing to crash and burn to entertain them. Lana helps Chaz to his feet, and Chaz returns the favor to Coltrane, who thanks him with an eye rake. Jason rolls into the ring for a little rest. Coltrane soon joins him, and the two begin brawling with each other. Jason gets the upper hand with a surprise European Uppercut that floors Coltrane. Jason catches Coltrane in a Jacknife Hold...*

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*Coltrane kicks out in the nick of time, and Jason responds with a sharp kick to the back as Coltrane rolls over. Chaz slides into the ring, and Jason starts putting the boots to him. Coltrane recovers and starts stomping on Chaz, as well, and the two men work together to pick the big man up and whip him into the far corner. When Jason goes to take off and press the man, however, Coltrane whips him around, pointing a finger in his greasy mug.*

Coltrane: Where do you think you're going, punk?

Jason: Man, screw you, I'm gonna take advantage, is what!

Tom: Once again, dissent permeates between the two smaller men in this match, keeping them from working together.

Jeannie: It's not a tag match, Tom, and each is in this for himself. That's bound to happen, honestly.

*The two men bicker and begin trading blows again, to the delight of the crowd...or so they think. In actuality, Chaz has recovered, and is staring at both men, lining up for something big. He leans over and rumbles towards both men with great speed. They turn to the sound of his feet pounding the canvas...just in time to both absorb a massive double spear that rattles their bones and shakes the souls of the crowd to cheering. Chaz heaves both men to their feet, but Coltrane is conscious enough to shove Jason closer to the big Scot and distance himself. Chaz ignores him and focuses on his prey, doubling him over with a toe kick--and snapping him up for a Edinburgh Crush! Jason wriggles out once again and, upon landing, dropkicks Chaz's legs out from under him. This gives Coltrane high opportunity to generate genuine heat by springing off the ropes with the Flying Scotsman, one of Chaz's high-flying moves. The crowd boos heavily as Coltrane goes for the pin.*

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HEREFORD BREAKS IT UP!

*Hereford grabs Coltrane by the head and rolls him backwards to his feet. The two begin to bicker again.*

Hereford: I took him down, I get to pin him!

Coltrane: Bullshit--I kept him down, so I get to pin him!

Jeannie: Five gets you ten that they start punching each other again.

Tom: You may want to drop your bookie--that's an even bet right now.

*Sure enough, the two men start flogging each other with the heaviest blows they can muster. The back and forth continues towards the center of the ring, until Jason fires off a kick to Coltrane's midsection--that gets caught. Coltrane trips the greasy hobo's other leg and grabs them both, then starts swinging Jason around by the legs. His greasy hair whips around everywhere, wicking moisture hither and fro. Coltrane picks up speed on the swing over the moments he has the hold, and Jason has to hold on for the ride--until it comes to an even more unpleasant end, as a recovered Chaz Stone connects with a precise big boot right into the side of his head. The force of the move causes Coltrane to drop Hereford and snap back to reality. He charges Chaz, but eats Chaz's size 16 in response. Chaz then grabs him by the legs and, looking into the crowd, calls for the very same move.*

Chaz: Ye wee poser, aye'll show ye how ta swing a man!

*Chaz delights the crowd by swinging his foe around and around with reckless abandon.*

Tom: 'Round and 'round he goes, where Coltrane stops, only Chaz knows!

Jeannie: Is it wrong that I hope he throws Coltrane into my lap?

Tom: Yes, yes it is. What velocity on this spin! Both men have to be getting dizzy!

*The downed Jason Hereford rises up and tries to approach the whirling dervish in the ring. Instead, he gets a chest full of Coltrane that knocks him right back down to the canvas. Chaz releases the hold upon this collision and pivots on his foot groggily. The ref astutely notes this as a pinfall...*

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CHAZ BREAKS IT UP!

*Chaz spins back around in time to drop a big leg on both men, breaking up the pinfall. He picks both men up with front face locks, and they respond with a double Northern Lights suplex. Chaz stays down to nurse his shoulder and back, both of which suffered thanks to that last move. Jason reaches his feet first and slams his knee into Coltrane's temple--a revenge shot for Coltrane stealing the move multiple times in the match--and chucks him towards a near turnbuckle. Coltrane hits hard and winces as Jason approaches. Jason picks his opponent off the canvas and forces him up the top turnbuckle. A front neck lock tells tale of an impending superplex, but Coltrane tries to fight it off with shots to the ribs. Chaz, having recovered, but not fully, sneaks up behind Jason and worms under him, readying for a powerbomb. The crowd swells as all forces move towards the center of the ring, crashing to the canvas, creating a cacophony of pain.*

Jeannie: All men down! All men down!

Tom: Three car pileup in the ring, folks!


*The referee looks at the three groaning men, all of them battered and bruised. Slowly but surely, Chaz and Coltrane get their feet; Chaz holds onto his upper back and shoulders and Coltrane nurses his head. With Jason Hereford apparently unconscious, the two men face each other. Chaz charges at Coltrane, but the W*I*G Heavyweight Champion dodges him, bumping off to the side and hitting him with a drop toe-hold. Coltrane drops repeated elbows onto Chaz’s upper back, and then stomps at his shoulder blades to keep him down. Coltrane backs up and hits a running baseball slide on Chaz’s head for good measure, and then scales the turnbuckle as quickly as his tired form can permit. Coltrane turns his back from the center of the ring, where Chaz is.*

Tom: Don’t tell me, he’s going to go for the Hail Saint Andrew!

*And Coltrane does just that. He leaps off the turnbuckle at great height, turning his body, but on the way down, a dazed Chaz Stone is back to his feet! Chaz catches Coltrane, almost tipping over due to how tired he is, but still manages to spin Coltrane around and hit him with a devastating Emerald City Crash! Coltrane crumples and Chaz goes for the pin.*

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HEREFORD BREAKS IT UP!

*Jason Hereford, looking quite tired himself, breaks the pin in the nick of time with a double axe handle smash. Chaz pulls himself up to his feet, but Hereford is able to quickly whip him into the ropes. Jason goes for a dropkick as Chaz comes running back, but misses as Chaz spins out of the way and hits with an elbow drop in the midst of his rotation. Jason moans as he grabs a hold of his own abdomen, and Chaz gets up, grabbing Jason Hereford and whipping him in an opposite corner as Coltrane is back up. Coltrane runs from behind Chaz, hitting him with a lungblower, which once again causes more damage to Chaz’s back. Stone is downed in a combination of pain and fatigue, and Coltrane looks towards Jason Hereford. Coltrane runs toward him, brandishing Hereford’s signature knee, but Jason manages to duck and heave him over the top rope on his shoulders. Coltrane disappears over the top as Jason stumbles into the center of the ring, Chaz Stone now back on his feet. Jason hits Chaz with a forearm that manages to send him back an inch, but Chaz retaliates with a big punch that sends Jason in reeling. Chaz Stone whips Hereford into the ropes, and as the uncouth, bearded man runs back, Chaz hoists him up onto his shoulders in position for a Samoan drop, spins 180 degrees and prepares to fall back, but his shoulders act up on him, forcing a knee to buckle as Jason is able to free himself. Jason lands in front of him, and hits him with a big knee to the face, and puts him in position for the Dead End Driver, Chaz’s head between Jason’s legs. Jason goes to lift Chaz up but the much larger Stone is still able to use his strength to resist. He pulls himself free and grabs Jason around the waist, picking him up high and readied for the Edinburgh Crush!*

Tom: Jason Hereford, we hardly knew ye!

*But on the way down, Jason manages to claw Chaz in both of his eyes. The pain is just enough to make the already broken-down Stone lose his grip! The crowd boos resoundingly as Hereford falls to his knees and quickly hits Chaz with a few forearms, nails him in the abdomen with a knee and gets him back in position for the previous move he attempted. Hereford underhooks Chaz’s arms and lifts him up, his head pointing down and drills him into the mat with the Dead End Driver! The crowd continues to boo as Hereford laughs at the top of his lungs, grinning as he gets up and turns around to cover Chaz. Suddenly, none other than Coltrane springs into view! Coltrane bolts at Hereford and hits him with a knee right to the face. Hereford stumbles back, and Coltrane kicks him out of the ring. Coltrane quickly covers Chaz Stone!*

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DING DING DING!

*“I Don’t Wanna Be Me” starts back up as the booing starts to pick up even more. Coltrane sees a furious Jason Hereford sliding back into the ring as Chaz very slowly regains consciousness, and he slides out of the ring to collect his W*I*G Heavyweight Championship title.*

Finkel: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…and STILL Wrestling’s Innovative Genesis World Heavyweight Champion… COOOOOL~TRAAAAAAAAAANNNE!

*Coltrane, keeping the belt close to him as a dazed Stone recuperates with Lana nearby and a livid Hereford stomps at the mat with his teeth bared and glares onwards at the still-champion. He reaches the ramp and he lifts the W*I*G World Heavyweight Championship belt high up. The fans continue their booing and obscenities towards him, but Coltrane, still the champion and still victorious, maintains his title and his pride.*

Jeannie: Well, he did it—Coltrane’s STILL the champion! I’m going to have to ask him if he wants anyone to celebrate his victory with.

Tom: Hmmph. Coltrane might still have that title with him, but to say that Jason Hereford and Chaz Stone are pleased with this outcome of this match would be downright foolish…and to say they’re going to let it end at this would be foolish even more so…

[James E. Colvin]

Tom: Well, that does it for another W*I*G PPV.

Jeannie: And it was a great one, don't you agree.

Tom: Indeed I do. And be sure to catch us all this month, live, every week for Vindication. And don't forget about our special event, "Beginning of the End", where the best of W*I*G and WHOA will travel to Japan to face the best of TigerPath!

Jeannie: That is going to be amazing!

Tom: I am extremely excited for that. So, once again, thank you for inviting the W*I*G family into your home, and for all of us here in the sphere, goodnight, and we'll be making our PPV return in January!