W*I*G* JUNEhem

[Jett Ripley]

The scene opens to a canvas of pitch black, filling the entire screen. Slowly, a set of twenty six portraits begin to burn into view, lined up all over the screen. It seems all of these are of the various participants in the Colvin Cup tournament.

Voice: Glory...

We begin to cut to focus shots of certain individuals, at first, that of Vile, Sean McCann, Maeve O Hare, Johnathan Doe, and Vin Beverly.

Voice: Competition...

Next, we cut to images of Joshua, Ykaterina Milasonova, Cheyenne, Andy Duke, Abi Richmond, Dimitri Konstantinos, Nicole Matthews, Fannie Package, Chaz E Stone, Archibald Barnes, Alexa King, Aqil Ghassan, and Lily Rose.

Voice: Reward...

This time, images of Coltrane, Rosie, Ryan Bergman, Tracy Jones,, TNT, Talia Bell, Jason Hereford, and Danny Taylor

Voice: For the past few months, thirteen co-ed teams have struggled for these reasons and more. They have endured painstaking battles, rigorous training, and insurmountable odds, all in order to make it to the ultimate prize. A pair of guaranteed title opportunities and a chance to carve their names into W*I*G* history by becoming the first ever Colvin Cup winners. Tonight... only two teams remain. Tonight... only four challengers have survived. And tonight, they must fight in order to determine whether they taste victory or choke on defeat.

We now cut to a video package of select highlights of the Colvin Cup, mainly those of the two teams consisting of Vile and Joshua as well as Jason Hereford and Danny Taylor. Finally, we cut to a graphic depicting the two of them facing off with one another, with the image of a golden trophy hovering between the four of them.

Voice: The dangerous and honorable Joshua and the athletic and lethal Vile, challenging the down trodden and despicable Jason Hereford and the calculating and cruel Danny Taylor. Only one shall win... and only one shall lose. But the thing guaranteed for them both... is total and utter *dubbed voice over* JUNEhem!

As we fade in from the opening video package, we immediately cut to the two co-operators of W*I*G*, one General Reynaldo Fernandez and Jett Ripley, both men standing squarely inside the ring of the promotion. Jett as always is clad in his red blazer jacket, a pair of beige khaki pants, plain white athletic tennis shoes, and a green EWT "Limey" shirt. The General stands next to him, with his usual olive-drab military uniform and beret, stroking his beard with one hand while he holds his microphone in the other. He clears his throat and begins to speak.

Fernandez: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to this most spectacular spectacle--JUNEHEM!

*Ripley, also clasping a similar microphone in his own hand, nods and smiles, extending a friendly wave towards the viewers surrounding them.*

Ripley: It's been a long wait, but finally we are ready to unleash our latest line up upon all of our great fans. And tonight, as you can probably tell, we have plenty of great matches lined up for you all to enjoy!

Fernandez: Right you are, Jett. Fannie Package will defend her Undisputed W*I*G Women's Championship against Lana de la Croix, the Highland Diamonds will defend their W*I*G Tag Team Championship against Team Raft Shack, the alliance of Chaz Stone, Molly Ringworm and Trauma and Fight will take on Team Ireland in an EIGHT MAN TAG MATCH, and the Colvin Cup will finally end with a match between the teams of Jason Hereford and Danny Taylor and Joshua and Vile. All that, and MUCH more tonight!

Ripley: Of course, as you will no doubt notice, there is one key figure missing in that line up. And that would be your current W*I*G* World Champion, Synthy Eris. Unfortunately, she was not able to be here tonight as she is still suffering from the brutal effects of that agonizing I Quit Dog Collar match, in which she won the belt at our last show, Attrition. Therefore tonight, there will not be a World Title defense. However rest assured, Synthy Eris has informed both Reynaldo and I that she will be present at our next PPV event to defend her belt.

Fernandez: In fact, at Pay Per View events following this, all champions will be required to defend their titles at EACH and EVERY event, lest they risk having the titles stripped from their possession, barring, of course, a temporary injury or emergency that falls out of their reach...

Ripley nods in agreement, a rather serious expression on his face, which soon switches back to a more happy expression

Fernandez: But, we do have some other news as well. Mister Ripley, if you will?

Ripley: Of course, while we're on the topic of champions, both the General and I have decided that at our next PPV, the Blazing Path championship will be defended for the first time ever in a W*I*G* ring. for those of you who are not in the know, the Blazing Path championship was won awhile back by current roster member and one half of the team called "Bros B4 Hos" Vin Beverly. And we've decided that it's high time he started representing that very prestigious title he carries around his waist. And furthermore, from this point forth, the Blazing Championship will be recognized as a viable title worthy of contention in a W*I*G* ring. Which means that following this next PPV, the Blazing Path Championship will become the W*I*G* Blazing Path Championship!

Fernandez: The Blazing Path Championship, dare I say it, could become quite the front for in-ring conflicts your years to come, making it quite the appropriate championship on a tier all its own!

Ripley: You better believe it will! And now then, with all that of the way, we'll be sending it over to our very own legendary ring announcer, Howard Finkel, to introduce our opening contest, the Awesome Arizonian, Toby Nicholas Tucker, taking on the Southwestern Sensation, L Rey! Thanks you everyone for coming and please enjoy W*I*G* JUNEhem!

With that, the two men quickly exit through the ring, making their way to the back once more, as the eager crowds cheers loudly, clearly anticipating this very show, more then ready to see some match ups. As Howard Finkel enters the ring, we quickly cut over to our two commentators of the evening, Tom Bailey and Jeannie Lawless.

Bailey: it is electric here tonight in the W*I*G*Sphere!

Lawless: That's because unlike some people, we pay our bills!

Bailey: Not what I meant... but whatever! Tonight, this is it. We will finally crown our first ever Colvin Cup winners.

Lawless: That's right. It's our two finalist teams, Joshua and Vile, a team with some definite history, taking on what was thought at first to be a thrown together tag team that has now actually managed to gel well together, Jason Hereford and Danny Taylor!

Bailey: Definitely not who I had in mind for our final two teams, but that's what's so interesting about W*I*G* You never know what to expect.

Lawless: But that's not the only item on the proverbial agenda tonight Tom! We've also got an Eight Man Tag Team Match, well six men and two women, but beggars can't be choosers.

Bailey: So, you're Hereford's neighbor!

Lawless: ...

Bailey: We've also got two title matches tonight. First up, making her first W*I*G* Undisputed Women's title defense, we have Fannie Package, who won that belt at our last event Attrition, defending it against one of the women she eliminated in that very same match, a friend of sorts, Lana De La Croix.

Lawless: And not only that, but another pair of new champions, The Highland Diamonds defending their newly won W*I*G* Tag Team Titles against the likes of a team who nearly ended their title reign before it even began, the bizarre Team Raft Shack!

Bailey: And a match that has been brewing for the past few months, Aqil Ghassan will finally get his hands on the former Innocent member, Malakai Larkin. And not only that, but it will be contested as a Street Fight. And if that wasn't enough bloodshed, we also have two other rivals for awhile here in W*I*G*, James Magnum Constance and Damien Blood, in a First Blood match.

Lawless: With Damien in the mix... you know that one isn't gonna be pretty. But at least that stud Constance will be involved.

Bailey: All that and much more! But to kick things off, let's send it to Howard Finkel for our opening contest, TNT vs L Rey.

[Jett Ripley]

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

*TNT’s music plays.*

Finkel: Introducing first, coming down the aisle, being accompanied by Tracy Jones and Talia Bell, at 6 feet 5 inches, weighing 252 pounds, from Superior, Arizona—TOBY NICHOLAS TUCKER, TNT.

*TNT comes out with Tracy Jones and Talia. The crowd boos them mercilessly. TNT is wearing that black noseguard for his injured nose, orange wrestling tights with “TNT” in white down the legs and a flame design on the legs, white wrist tape, and black cowboy boots with a fire design on them. He also has that horseshoe tied to a rope around his neck. Tracy and Talia are wearing black shirts, tight blue jeans, and black shoes. Talia is also holding a towel, and Tracy has a bottle of water. They walk down to the ring as a lot of pyro goes off behind them. Then, TNT walks up the steps, onto the apron, and through the ropes. Tracy and Talia stays on the outside. TNT takes off his horseshoe and hands it to Tracy.*

Tom Bailey: And, here is Toby Nicholas Tucker. He’s gonna have his hands full with L. Rey tonight.

Jeannie Lawless: Oh yes! This should be one sexy, sexy match.

Tom: I’m glad you’re looking forward to it.

Jeannie: Thank you!

*L. Rey’s music plays.*

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

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

Tom: This should be a good one. These really went at it on that episode of the Stone’s Quarry. Plus, L. Rey cost TNT and Talia Bell their match against Chaz Stone and Fannie Package in the Colvin Cup tournament.

Jeannie: There is a lot of anger between these two, and they are gonna get a chance to work out that anger right here and now.

*The bell rings. L. Rey and TNT tie up. However, TNT just pushes L. Rey to the mat. He rolls over onto his knees, and TNT gloats by doing a Hulk Hogan-like pose, bending over and bending his arms down like an O. The crowd boos. L. Rey just gets up. They tie up again, and TNT shoves L. Rey to the mat again. He rolls over onto his knees again, and this time TNT gloats by flexing his biceps and making his pecking bounce up and down. Tracy cheers him on and applauds TNT while the crowd boos her boss. L. Rey just gets up and ignores his opponent. They tie up again, and once again TNT throws L. Rey down to the mat. L. Rey rolls over onto his knees, and TNT starts doing various bodybuilding poses, turning his back on L. Rey. The crowd boos TNT mercilessly while Tracy cheers her man on. L. Rey just waits for TNT to turn around. He does, and L. Rey charges at him, hitting TNT with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown. The crowd cheers wildly. TNT gets up and charges at L. Rey. However, L. Rey catches him with an armdrag. TNT just gets up again and charges at L. Rey. L. Rey jumps onto his shoulder and hits him with a hurricanrana. Both men get up and charge at each other. L. Rey hits TNT with a dropkick, sending TNT flying back into the ropes and to the outside. L. Rey kips up. Then, he looks right at TNT and starts doing the same bodybuilding poses was doing earlier. The crowd cheers in approval. TNT slaps the apron in anger.*

Tom: L. Rey looking impressive in the beginning of this match.

Jeannie: TNT was showing L. Rey that he is stronger, but L. Rey just showed him that he is faster.

Tom: So far, it looks like speed is beating strength.

Jeannie: Yeah, but as the match goes on and L. Rey gets tired, TNT is going to have the advantage.

*With TNT on the outside, the referee starts a 10 count.*

Ref: 1…*TNT walks over to the steel steps.*

2…*TNT kicks the steel steps.*

3…*Tracy and Talia walk over to TNT.*

4…*They all start having a little conversation.*

5…*TNT and the girls continue to converse.*

6…*TNT turns around to face L. Rey in the ring.*

7…*Tracy says something to TNT and then slaps him on the back.*

8…*TNT finally reenters the ring.*

*L. Rey and TNT circle each other. They go to tie up again, but TNT drops down to the mat and slides out of the ring. The crowd boos as TNT just shakes his head and says, “I wasn’t ready to get back in.”*

Tom: TNT takes his time to reenter the ring. TNT and L. Rey circle each. They go to tie and…what the hell! TNT exits the ring!

Jeannie: Looks like he’s messing with L. Rey. He doesn’t want L. Rey to get on a roll early on. TNT’s trying to keep him off his game.

Tom: Well, it could backfire and end up pissing off L. Rey.

*The ref starts the 10 count again.*

Ref: 1…*TNT walks over to Tracy.*

2…*Talia wipes down his forehead with the towel.*

3…*Talia moves the towel down to TNT’s chest.*

4…*Tracy then opens the water bottle.*

5…*Tracy puts the bottle to TNT’s mouth, and TNT takes a sip of the water.*

6…*Tracy removes the bottle from TNT’s mouth.*

7…*Tracy says something to TNT and then slaps him on the back.*

8…*TNT finally reenters the ring.*

*L. Rey charges at TNT. However, TNT drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. The crowd boos TNT as he just shakes his head and yells “I’m not ready. I’m just not ready!”*

Tom: Now, he’s just stalling.

Jeannie: Hey, a lot of wrestlers stalled during their matches.

Tom: They don’t sound like much of a wrestler to me.

Jeannie: Oh yeah. Nick Bockwinkel, Larry Zbyszko, and Ted DiBiase were hacks! *rolls eyes*

Tom: Shut up.

*The ref starts the 10 count again.*

Ref: 1…*TNT walks back over to Tracy.*

2…*Talia wipes down his forehead with the towel again.*

3…*Talia keeps on wiping down TNT as L. Rey looks on in frustration.*

4…*Tracy then opens the water bottle.*

5…*Tracy puts the bottle to TNT’s mouth, and TNT takes a sip of the water.*

6…*L. Rey finally gets fed up with TNT’s stalling. He runs across the ring, hits the ropes, bounces off of them, runs back across the ring, jumps over the top rope, and lands on TNT and the girls with a springboard shooting star plancha. The crowd cheers loudly.*

Tom: Sweet Salsa! L. Rey finally puts an end to TNT’s stalling with La Empujón del Angel Que Disparando!

Jeannie: Sometimes, the stalling backfires for the staller.

*L. Rey picks up TNT and throws him into the ring. L. Rey gets up and climbs up onto the apron. He’s about to jump onto the ropes, but Tracy gets up, rushes over, and grabs L. Rey’s foot, preventing him from jumping. L. Rey turns around to see Tracy holding onto his foot. L. Rey then kicks her, sending her flying back into the steel guardrail. Suddenly, L. Rey jumps onto the ropes and springboards off with an asai moonsault. However, Talia grabs Tracy and pulls her out of the way. L. Rey lands abdomen first onto the steel guardrail. The crowd lets out a sympathetic groan. Suddenly, L. Rey coughs up some blood and falls over onto the floor. The referee exits the ring to check on him.*

Tom: L. Rey going for some high flying move, but Tracy Jones stops him. And, she gets a boot for her troubles. L. Rey jumps up. Asai moonsault and…oh my God!

Jeannie: Damn! He landed right on the guardrail and…is that…is that blood?

Tom: Oh my God! L. Rey has just coughed up some blood. He obviously has internal injuries.

Jeannie: This match may be over now.

*The ref checks on L. Rey. Talia and Tracy get up and see that L. Rey is injured. They turn to the ring and make eye contact with TNT, who has also noticed. They all share a look, like they’ve just come up with a plan in their head. TNT gets up and exits the ring. He walks over to the ref and pulls him away from L. Rey. Then, he starts yelling at the referee about whether the match continues. Talia soon walks over and joins him in the discussion of the match continuing. As they keep the ref distracted, Tracy runs over, pulls out the horseshoe, and starts punching L. Rey in the abdomen repeatedly. The crowd boos mercilessly.*

Tom: I don’t believe this! TNT and Talia Bell are distracting the referee so Tracy Jones can attack L. Rey!

Jeannie: Damn! TNT is willing to do anything to win this match!

Tom: This makes me sick!

*After a minute or two, Tracy lets up on L. Rey. He coughs up some more blood. Suddenly, TNT pushes the referee aside and walks over to L. Rey. He picks L. Rey up and throws him into the ring. L. Rey manages to get up, but TNT enters the ring, charges at L. Rey, and hits him with a running big boot to the ribs. L. Rey falls to the mat. TNT picks L. Rey up and throws him into a corner. Then, he kicks L. Rey in the rib area until L. Rey falls to the mat. The ref reenters the ring and makes TNT back off. TNT yells at the ref a little and then goes right back to stomping on L. Rey’s ribs. Then, TNT picks up L. Rey, places him against the ropes, and whips him across the ring. TNT charges at L. Rey with another big boot, but L. Rey ducks. TNT turns around and is met with a dropkick from L. Rey. The crowd cheers, but L. Rey lays on the mat.*

Tom: ¡Santa Vaca! Somehow, L. Rey was able to dropkick TNT.

Jeannie: Yeah, but with those internal injuries, it had to have hurt landing on the mat.

*Both men get up. Amazingly, L. Rey gets in the first shot with a European uppercut. He hits TNT with another, sending him back into the ropes. Then, L. Rey tries to whip TNT across the ring. However, TNT reverses. L. Rey bounces off the ropes and goes for a tilt-a-whirl headscissors. However, he’s too injured to get a full steam of head, and TNT catches him with a tilt-a-whirl gutbuster. The crowd boos, but TNT ignores them as he immediately hits L. Rey with a Russian legsweep. The boos get louder. Tracy and Talia just cheer on TNT.*

Tom: Dammit! TNT hits the ribs of L. Rey again with the Flammable Material!

Jeannie: I think the referee should stop this match. I doubt L. Rey can go on for much longer.

Tom: That is one of the few times that I will agree with you on something.

*TNT stomps on L. Rey’s ribs a few times. Then, he drops down to his knees and unleashes a flurry of punches onto L. Rey’s ribs. The referee tells TNT to back off, but TNT just yells at him. Then, TNT rolls out of the ring. The ref tries to check on L. Rey, but TNT grabs his arm from outside and pulls L. Rey over onto the apron. TNT drops an elbow onto L. Rey’s throat. Then, he climbs back onto the apron. TNT gets a running start, jumps up, and hits L. Rey with a leg drop onto the ribs. Both men fall to the mat, but TNT is the one who gets up and gloats to the crowd. They boo him mercilessly. Tracy and Talia walk over and applaud TNT.*

Tom: That leg drop didn’t do L. Rey’s injuries any favors.

Jeannie: TNT is like a shark that smells blood. He just won’t let up.

Tom: I just hope there is something of L. Rey left when this is over.

Jeannie: Well, L. Rey is tougher than he looks.

Tom: Yeah, but everyman has his limit. And, I’m sure that TNT won’t stop until he’s reached L. Rey’s limit.

*TNT picks up L. Rey. Then, he walks over to the guardrail and drops L. Rey ribs first onto the guardrail. The ref exits the ring and demands that TNT gets back into the ring. TNT just rolls his eyes at the ref and walks over to Tracy and Talia. They have a little conversation as the ref checks on L. Rey. He asks L. Rey if he wants to stop the match. L. Rey of course says, “No.” The ref keeps asking him though. This goes on for several seconds. All the while, TNT and the girls just keep conversing, acting like they have the match won. Meanwhile, L. Rey manages to get up onto his feet. The ref asks him again if he wants to quit. Suddenly, L. Rey answers him by charging at TNT and hitting him from behind with a shining wizard, knocking TNT and the girls into the steel steps. The crowd cheers loudly.*

Tom: I don’t believe it! L. Rey out of nowhere with a shining wizard, sending TNT, Tracy, and Talia into the steel steps!

Jeannie: I’m amazed he’s even standing at this point!

Tom: It looks L. Rey is not going to give up without a fight.

Jeannie: Not the wisest decision in the world, but if he thinks he can win, then more power to him.

*L. Rey gets up and picks up TNT. He throws him into the ring. The referee reenters the ring as L. Rey slowly climbs up to the top turnbuckle. TNT gets up with his back to L. Rey, and L. Rey jumps off. However, TNT turns around and hits L. Rey right in the abs with a discus elbow strike. L. Rey flips over and falls right onto the mat. The ref checks on him and once again asks him if he wants to quit. Again, L. Rey says no. Suddenly, TNT comes charging at L. Rey and hits him with another running big boot to the chest. L. Rey falls to the mat. TNT then walks over to the corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Then, TNT jumps off with a diving elbow drop. However, L. Rey rolls out of the way and TNT hits the mat. The crowd cheers loudly and starts chanting L. Rey’s name.*

Tom: You’ve gotta be kidding me! L. Rey somehow avoids TNT’s elbow from the top turnbuckle!

Jeannie: Damn! I am just amazed by L. Rey’s resiliency in this match! There are men twice L. Rey’s size who would have given up with an injury like he has!

Tom: It just goes to show you that it’s not the size of the dog in the fight—it’s the size of the fight in the dog.

*Both men get up. L. Rey charges at TNT and hits him with a dropkick. L. Rey slowly gets up, but so does TNT. L. Rey charges at him again, this time hitting him with a rolling wheel kick. L. Rey slowly gets up again, but again so does TNT. L. Rey charges at TNT again, but TNT catches him onto his shoulders. Suddenly, TNT throws L. Rey off his shoulders with an F-5 into a single knee gutbuster. The crowd lets out a sympathetic groans as L. Rey rolls on the mat coughing up blood.*

Tom: Goddammit! Just when it looked like L. Rey was fighting through his injury, TNT steals all his momentum with The Detonator!

Jeannie: I hate to say this, but L. Rey can’t go on. The ref has just gotta stop this match.

*The ref checks on L. Rey and tells him that he’s gonna stop the match. L. Rey grabs him and yells at him to not do that. TNT gets up, grabs the ref, and yells at him, “If he doesn’t wanna quit, then don’t stop the match! It’s his funeral, baby!” Then, he shoves the ref aside and walks back over to L. Rey. TNT picks him up and goes to bodyslam him. However, L. Rey somehow counters with a roll up pin.*

Ref: 1…2…3! *The bell rings. The crowd pops like crazy as L. Rey’s music plays. L. Rey rolls over onto the mat. TNT sits up and looks shocked as hell! Tracy and Talia are also stunned into disbelief.*

Finkel: Here is your winner—L. REY!!!!

Tom: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!!

Jeannie: You have got to be shitting me!

Tom: L. REY WON!!!! L. REY WON!!!!

Jeannie: I don’t believe it!

*The referee helps L. Rey up and raises his hand in victory. However, TNT’s shock has turned into anger. He yells at Tracy to hand him a weapon. She runs over, grabs L. Rey’s guitar, and hands it to TNT. He grabs it, gets up, runs over to L. Rey and the ref, knocks the ref down, and blasts L. Rey in the head with the guitar. L. Rey falls to the mat, and TNT stomps the hell out of him.*

Jeannie: What the hell!?

Tom: I don’t believe this! TNT loses the match and then knocks out L. Rey with his own guitar!

Jeannie: Talk about being a sore loser.

*As TNT stomps on L. Rey, Tracy and Talia grabs a couple of steel chairs. Then, they enter the ring. TNT pulls the guitar off of L. Rey and picks him up. The referee gets up, but Talia takes him out with a DDT. TNT holds L. Rey up. Tracy moves in front of L. Rey, and Talia moves behind him. Then, they pick their chairs up, swing them, and hit L. Rey with a con-chair-to on his ribs and back. The crowd boos loudly, throwing some garbage as L. Rey falls to the mat and coughs up a fountain of blood.*

Tom: For the love of God, somebody stop this!

Jeannie: Con-chair-to to L. Rey’s ribs! Good God! TNT has taken the term “sore loser” to a whole new meaning.

*Referees run down to the ring to check on L. Rey. TNT and the girls just stare at L. Rey as he coughs up blood on the mat. Some EMTs come down with a stretcher to tend to L. Rey. TNT and the girls decide to leave now. The crowd boos them like they’ve drowned a kitten. Meanwhile, the EMTs tend to L. Rey. They place him onto the board and then move him to the stretcher. The crowd cheers as they wheel L. Rey off. However, once the stretcher gets to the ramp, Tracy and Talia attack the EMTs. The referees pull the girls off of the EMTs. Suddenly, TNT reappears with a sledgehammer. He lifts the handle up and drops the hammer onto L. Rey’s ribs. The crowd’s boos are now deafening. TNT makes a gun with his hand, points it at L. Rey’s head, and pretends to shoot him. Then, he starts laughing. The refs and EMTs turn their attention to L. Rey. TNT and the girls then leave, proud of what they’ve done.*

Tom: Goddammit! They’ve gone too far. THEY HAVE GONE TOO FAR!!!!

Jeannie: Jesus. I don’t know what to say.

*Cut to a promo for the next TigerPath supershow.*

[Jett Ripley]

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-|-The legendary voice of Howard Finkel leads us to our next encounter..-|-

Howard Finkel: "The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, hailing from Oshkosh, Wisconsin and weighing in at 222 lbs..representing The World..Jon Paul Jones!"

-|-The thoughtful, inspiring tune of "We Are The World" is in stark contrast with the attitude displayed by Jon Paul Jones as he heads to the ring. His temperament is a disgruntled one and he speaks to himself to psyche up for upcoming match with the unknown-|-

Tom: "As seen earlier this week, members The World were very upset with not securing a place on this months pay per view. Well, they managed to get a spot but, unfortunately, not in the way they had hoped."

Jeannie: "Yeah, his brother had to get his head caved in first! Jon Paul here issued a special challenge to..uh.."

-|-The disturbing and eerie "Rosemary's Baby" by Fantomas begins to play, it's "La, la, la" refrain enough to make one's skin crawl-|-

Howard Finkel: "And his opponent..."

-The Fink pauses and his sentence is not completed.-|-

Tom: "Fans, we pride ourselves on being knowledgeable about each of the competitors here in W*I*G* but we don't know ANYTHING about Jon Paul's opponent!"

Jeannie: "And, obviously, not even his name!"

-|-The phantom that has lurked in the background of numerous promo's in the last few months makes his way out before the capacity crowd. Gangly and thin, with pale violet colored hair. His skin is a sickly, pale complexion. He's adorned in a long black gown that covers every inch of his body, save his hands and a pair of black boots. The mystery looks completely spooked to be in front of such an audience, his posture slumped. His eyes are wide and his breathing is erratic, keeping his head lowered towards the ground.-|-

Jeannie: "This guy looks like a scared rabbit!"

Tom: "But we've seen what kind of brutality he's capable of. Jon Paul's brother can attest to that."

-|-The stranger enters the ring and looks as though he's about to throw up, filled with nausea. The bell rings but his eyes are still stuck on his feet and a palm is placed deeply into the joint of one of his arms. Jon Paul draws closer and gives the man he challenged a shove backwards but it still isn't enough to gain his attention or focus. This serves to irritate one half of "The Superstars" who begins to unload with left and rights. He isn't met with even a shred of resistance. Eventually, the blows are enough to back the anomaly into a corner where he seems to try and curl up on himself.-|-

Tom: "So far..ah..the mystery man here isn't offering any type of offense or even defense."

Jeannie: "I think this is the most offense anyone from The World has ever got! How sadly pathetic is THAT?"

-|-Jon Paul's specialty are chops and he unleashes a few onto his foe's chest, who still doesn't bother to mount an offense. Jon's second "talent" is taunting which he displays to the crowd, turning his back to his opponent in the process. He looks to charge his timid adversary and avenge his brother but ends up running straight into a turnbuckle. His opponent has slithered behind him and suddenly, and abruptly, brings him crashing downwards with a Jumping Russian Legsweep. Jon's head bounces off the mat, which he clutches in agony. His attackers pale eyes progressively grow larger, holding more than just a hint of insanity within them-|-

Tom: "And this..does not bode well for Jon Paul.."

-|-Digging his fingers into the flesh of Jon's face, the aggressor drags him to his feet and slides him into position for a Reverse DDT. Instead he converts the maneuver into an Inverted Suplex before driving Jon Paul to the mat with a Michinoku Driver.-|-

Tom: "Innovative move but I'm fearing for Jon's safety at the moment!"

Jeannie: "And there went any chance The World ever had of winning a match."

-|-Grabbing Jon Paul's wrists, the strange figure jerks his arms upwards and begins to stomp on his face. Again and again. Repeatedly. Jon's bleached blond hair begins to turn a deep, red shade. His face begins to bruise and swell, his eyes blackening. Each kick is more ferocious than the last, Jon's body going limp as his head bounces off the mat. The referee has to wrap his arms around the unknown's waist to finally pull him away-|-

Tom: "O..Oh my god.."

{b}Jeannie:[/b] "Wow.."

-|-The bell rings to signal the end of the match and Jon rolls over onto his stomach, laying face first in a pool of his own blood. Amongst that blood a single tooth can be seen floating..-|-

Howard Finkel: "Here is your winner..."

-|-Again, Finkel cannot state a name for he is as clueless as everyone else. The referee doesn't raise the victor's arm as he's too busy checking on Jon Paul. As are the other officials that have flooded from the back. The one that inflicted the assault stares down at his handy work, completely terrified. He backs away until he exits the ring and the staff continues to tend to Jon Paul..-|-

[Jett Ripley]

We cut to the inside of the ring, the bell sounding in the background, as W*I*G* ring announcer, Howard Finkel, is present.

Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it will be a Street Fight! The rules are simple. In this match, the are no count outs or disqualifications. The match can only end as a result of pinfall, submission, or knock out!

Bailey: And tonight, we kick things off with a very personal match. A street fight to the finish between two very angry individuals.

Lawless: You got that right. One of them angry because their opponent insulted their... well, I guess you can call it a "religion." And the other obviously because he was attacked from behind at W*I*G* and put on the shelf for a month

Bailey: Rest assured ladies and gentlemen, tonight you will not see a wrestling match, but instead a flat out fight.

Apocalyptica's Ruska begins to play through the Colvintron first, the crowd booing loudly in the background, as our first competitor emerges from beneath the entrance archway. Currently he is clad in a familiar dirty looking black trench coat, faded and torn blue jeans, and a new addition to his attire, a set of ratty and battered tennis shoes. His long black hair is even greasier and longer, drooping further before his face, now accompanied by a scraggly looking beard, giving him a far different appearance from the last time we saw him. Slowly the towering man makes his way towards the ring, still maintaining that usual stone faced facade.

Finkel: Introducing first, from Newark, New Jersey, weighing in at 363 pounds, Malakai Larkin!

Malakai soon makes his way towards the ring, stepping up onto the ring apron, then over the ropes inside of the squared circle. He quickly adjusts this trench coat of his, as his bare chest can be seen from beneath it's covering. The man then makes his way to a corner of the ring, dropping down to a knee, and clasping his hands in prayer, head now bowed as he whispers something a bit inaudible. He then pushes back to a vertical base, eyes now focused intently towards that entrance ramp as a look of silent fury forms across his face.

Lawless: This guy just seems to get creepier and creepier. As in with every new appearance, he becomes even more demented.

Bailey: Well to be fair, Malakai was banished from the Innocent due to his hatred of the man. Obviously until he soothes this burning rage within his heart, he cannot bring himself to return to his allies.

Lawless: So basically, tonight he's not only fighting to defeat Aqil, but also to gain the chance to rejoin the Innocent.

Bailey: Exactly.

As Malakai awaits inside the ring, the Colvintron once again lights up, as the sounds of Al Majed's Mashkalni echoes throughout the arena, the crowd cheering rather loudly in response. Soon enough, the second participant of this match emerges. Clad in a much cleaner attire, the Arabian man is adorned in a short sleeved light blue shirt, much less faded blue jeans in contrast to his opponent's, his usual white wrestling boots and fingerless gloves, and of course, that same headrobe he always seems to don. Present on his face is a very angry expression, much different from his usual pleasant one, as he quickly stomps down towards the ring, his own eyes focusing completely on Larkin inside the ring.

Finkel: And his opponent, from Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, weighing in at 258 pounds, Aqil Ghassan!

As he gets halfway down the ramp, Ghassan quickly sprints towards the ring, ripping that shirt off his chest and tossing it behind him, sliding under the ropes, and charging full speed at Malakai inside the ring just as he removes that coat he's wearing. He then immediately leaps up as he comes close, nailing with a jumping forearm right to the face, sending the giant man stumbling back from the force, grasping slightly at his forehead. Ghassan meanwhile lands on his feet, before unloading a series of absolutely brutal knife edge chops right across his chest, Malakai staggering slightly from each one of these, face twisting in pain. Ghassan then aims a low kick to the right leg of Larkin, followed by a quick series of even more, eventually dropping the man to a knee. Ghassan then begins stomping relentlessly at that same limb, obviously not going for his usual style of wrestling in this match. Malakai begins to rise back up amongst this flurry of offense, before reaching out and shoving Ghassan off of him with a single palm, sendng him stumbling back himself. He then swings with a clothesline of his own, only for Aqil to quickly underneath it, then nail him from behind once again with another boot to the leg. Once again Malakai grimaces, instinctively rearing back with an elbow to the face, nailing Aqil and sending him down to the mat, now grasping at his jaw.

Bailey: Aqil wasting no time and immediately bringing the fight to Larkin!

Lawless: Damn! I knew the guy could wrestle, but he's not half bad when it comes to fisticuffs either.

Bailey: Did you just say fisticuffs?

Larkin slowly reaches down, rubbing at that leg slightly, before pushing back to his feet once again. He then stomps over towards the nearby turnbuckle, where Ghassan has backed up, trying to regain his bearings. As he does, Malakai drives a fist of his own right between Ghassan's eyes, causing him to grasp further at his facials. Angrily, Larkin begins to rain down a further series of blows, trapping Ghassan in the corner as he's forced to endure these attacks. Malakai then backs away out of the corner, before charging back full speed with a body splash! Aqil however quickly ducks out of the way, sending Malakai instead crashing chest first into the turnbuckle, now grasping slightly at the area. As he does, Aqil immediately lunges in with a chop block to that leg, once again dropping Larkin to a knee, as he grasps further at the area. Again Aqil focuses a furious series of stomps to the back of it, a very focused expression in his eyes. Once again though Malakai pushes back to his feet, before turning around and catching him by a foot, then quickly dumping him to the outside with a back body drop as he pulls him forward by it! However unknown to Malakai, Ghassan has managed to catch himself on the apron with the assistance of the ropes.

Bailey: Some amazing agility there from Ghassan. But then again, he is one of the most athletic people in W*I*G* today.

Lawless: And with an actual personality to boot!

He waits patiently for the sizeable man to turn around, before charging across the apron and nailing him right in the throat with a running clothesline! Once again Malakai is sent stumbling back, now grasping slightly at the area. Ghassan then leaps back into the ring, before going to work with a series of stiff knife edge chops across that neck, Larkin enduring each of these with a slightly pained expression across his face. Slowly he's staggered back towards the ropes, Ghassan looks on with fury as he unloads with these attacks, driving the side of his hand firmly into that neck. Malakai however catches him by an arm, before immediately pulling him forward into a powerful short arm clothesline, sending Ghassan back down to the canvas now grasping as his own neck slightly. Larkin then plods over, beginning to stomp right across that same throat with just as much intensity, sending Aqil rolling along the mat as he tries to escape this punishment. He manages to push back up to his feet, only to immediately recieve a hard open palm slap right across the face, once again taking him back down to the canvas!

Bailey: And the tables quickly turn as Malakai asserts his power. Ghassan may have made a huge mistake going in with a frontal assault.

Lawless: I don't think the man really cares too much about strategy right now. All he's concerned with is cashing a receipt to this lug.

Malakai gazes over that palm of his with an intent expression, as Aqil once again gets back to his feet, yet again nursing that face that face of his. Immediately the giant man reaches out and grabs him by the forehead, quickly unleashing a powerful headbutt to the face, once again knocking Ghassan back aways. He then grabs ahold once again, unleashing a second cranium attack, this one nearly taking the Arabian off his feet. Malakai then grabs hold a third time, this time pressing him high into the air overhead, holding him aloft with ease. He then sends him sailing high into the air above him. Ghassan however once again counters, this time grabbing ahold of Larkin's shoulders and swinging onto his back, now raining down a series of fists to his complexion as he's seated atop there! Once again Malakai's face twists slightly in pain, the man instinctively reaching behind him. Aqil however seems to sense this, dropping down instead and immediately focusing another flurry of boots right across that right leg, once again looking to cut down the massive man. He then grabs ahold of that same leg, managing to hoist it into the air, now applying a leg lock!

Bailey: And it looks like you're wrong about that. It seems Aqil does intend to apply some of his technical prowess here as well.

Lawless: Probably because he realized brute force just isn't going to work on it's own.

Malakai feels even more pressure being put on that limb, a look of fury in his eyes, as he immediately shoves that foot backwards, managing to knock Aqil loose and into the ropes. Malakai then turns around and charges forward with a clothesline, connecting and sending Ghassan tumbling to the outside in a heap! The crowd once again boos, as Larkin grasps on that right limb, definitely feeling a few effects from Ghassan's efforts. Immediately he spots him on the outside and follows in pursuit, stepping the ring ropes and onto the apron. He then waits for Ghassan to get back to a vertical base, before leaping off and knocking him right back down with an jumping axe handle smash! The Arabian man quickly drops back down to the outside face first, once again grabbing at that face as he rolls along the mat. Malakai meanwhile looks down at him with a not yet satisfied gaze, clearly wanting to inflict more damage on his opponent.

Lawless: Now there's a rarity!

Bailey: Malakai taking to the air with that axe handle smash. And he got some pretty good distance for a man his size!

He reaches back down with one arm, yanking Ghassan up and ripping that headrobe off with the other, tossing it the ground behind him. He then drags Ghassan over to the announcer's desk nearby, immediately driving him face first into it! Aqil's complexion bounces off the surface with the thud, the man groaning slightly in pain, as Malakai yanks him back up by that same head, before slamming him yet again into it. Ghassan grasps even more at that face this tim,e only for Larkin to once again pull him back over, then once more introducing him to the table top. Malakai isn't done however as he pushes that same face into the table, now purposely grinding it against, as the Arabian man once again gasps in pain, rather helpless to do anything about it. Eventually Larkin pulls him back up, only to immediately hoists him up high into the air, then dropping him once again face first into this piece of furniture, Aqil bouncing off as he comes back down, dropping onto his back as he rubs his face once more in pain. Larkin however simply shakes his head, immediately stomping down right into his face and sending him rolling along the ground even more.

Lawless: Eep!

Bailey: And it looks like Larkin is borrowing our table... guess we're not in any position to protest.

Lawless: Jerk could've at least asked first...

The Arabian manages to pull back to his feet, only to immediately to get grabbed yet again, another headbutt being deposited between his eyes, as he staggers backwards once more. Malakai then slowly plods after him, Aqil managing to fire off a quick kick to that leg before he's grabbed yet again by the face, then dragged over to the steel post on the right side of the ring, Malakai slamming him face first into this area immediately! Once again Aqil slumps over against the post, miraculously not busted open as of yet. Malakai however looks to fix this, immediately yanking Ghassan back towards him, before immediately driving him yet again into the post, doing further damage to those features. The crowd boos loudly still, not at all happy with Malakai's current dominance.

Bailey: First the table, now the ring post. Aqil's face is truly being abused right now.

Lawless: But that's the best part! That damn hobo!

Ghassan once again manages to push himself back up from off this steel post, still showing some fight it appears. Malakai however isn't pleased with this, as he immediately hoists the smaller man into the air by his arms, then backing up aways and charging right towards this post! Aqil however manages to slip down behind him in mid run, before shoving him forwards, this time sending Larkin face first into the post! The large man gasps slightly in pain, now grabbing at his own forehead. Ghassan quickly grabs ahold of Larkin, now immediately driving him against that same post in retaliation, Larkin grimacing as he's continously sent against there. Eventually Ghassan stops after about five of these, now grabbing his own face and checking out it for blood. Luckily there doesn't seem to be any at the moment.

Bailey: Aqil however taking control back himself, using that same weapon on Larkin.

Lawless: Hey, fight fire with fire and steel post with steel post!

Malakai begins to hunch back up, his own forehead also at the moment blood free. Immediately he turns around, only to meet a high big boot right to face, once again sending him stumbling back a bit. Ghassan then follows with a low dropkick, again aiming at that right leg. Malakai immediately drops down once more, as Aqil immediately lunges back in, firing off a rapid fire series of fists to the facials, battering Larkin relentlessly and once again bringing him into guarding that face. Ghassan then backs up again, before sprinting forwards! Malakai however catches him in mid run, propelling him high into the air with a flapjack, aiming and sending him face first into the nearby ring apron! Aqil once again gasps in discomfort, grabbing his complexion yet again. Malakai pushes back up to his feet, grasping again at the leg for a moment, before turning back around and looking with frustration at the downed Aqil. Immediately he pulls him from off that apron, before slinging him right back against the nearby ring barricade, sending him crashing into it back first! Ghassan yelps out again in pain, Malakai immediately beginning to stomp relentless across his downed face with a foot, further abusing his opponent.

Bailey: Malakai however once again regains control, this time taking advantage off the ring apron.

Lawless: That bastard better be paying for Aqil's plastic surgery after this.

The Arabian athlete slowly pushes back to his feet, now also grasping at his back slightly. As soon as he does, Malakai charges forwards, now sandwiching him into that barricade once more, sending him slumping down to the bottom of it yet again. Yet again, the crowd roars with anger, as Larkin simply looks at them in disinterest, before pulling him back by the throat with relative ease. He then turns around and sends him sailing with a choke toss, Aqil crashing to the thankfully padded ground once again, now grasping even further at his back. Larkin gazes over at his downed opponent, a uncharacteristic look of satisfaction beginning to form across his face now. Immediately the man trudges over to the ring apron, immediately lifting it up and reaching underneath, soon unearthing a steel chair. He then looks at the downed Ghassan, who slowly rolls over, starting to rise back up to his feet. Immediately Malakai raises that chair high above his head, before bringing it down right across the back of his opponent! Aqil immediately gasps in pain, dropping back down to the ground in pain as he grabs further at the area. The monstrous man isn't done yet though, as he immediately begins unleashing a further series of chair shots to the spine, Ghassan getting battering with each one and crying out in pain as they connect!

Bailey: This is a side of Larkin we don't see often either... that of someone who ENJOYS inflicting pain.

Lawless: It is interesting that he hasn't gone for any covers yet.

Bailey: When you think about it, he probably just wants to inflict as much pain as possible to Ghassan before he finishes him off. In other words, he wants to get rid of all his pent up aggression from the past few months while he has the chance.

Eventually, the Arabian man begins pushing on all fours off of the ground, trying to get back to a vertical base. Malakai meanwhile simply lies in wait, eyes focusing intently on his obviously hurting opponent, now rearing back with his weapon of choice. He then immediately swings right at his rising face hard, only for Aqil to quickly duck underneath, Malakai instead driving the weapon against another ringpost on the outside with a loud thud. Ghassan then immediately aims a hard kick right at that right wheel of Larkin, who cringes in pain, dropping the chair for the moment as he grabs the area. Aqil meanwhile picks up that chair himself, then swinging it and nailing Larkin right in that same limb, doing further damage! The man cries out in agony, grabbing even closer over the area. Aqil meanwhile rears back and connects with a second shot, further weakening that limb. However as he swings for a third, Malakai simply reaches out and punches the weapon right out of Ghassan's grip, sending out flying out of his hand!

Lawless: DAMN!

Bailey: Again, Aqil trying the turn the tide back in his favor, but this giant is just too damn strong!

Aqil slowly backs up a bit, once again rubbing over his back in pain. Malakai meanwhile manages to rises back to a standing position, Aqil however quickly leaping onto the nearby ring apron and charging full speed, cracking him right in the face with a running boot in desperation! Larkin stumbles back from the force of this move, cringing from the pain of it. Aqil then leaps off right at the stunned Larkin, only to get caught in mid move, immediately placed in a Torture Rack Position! Malakai quickly begins cranking across the prone form of his opponent, stretching him painfully across the top of his shoulders. Ghassan gasps out in pain once more, further pressure now being put on his spine. However to make matters worse, Larkin then drops him down from atop across his left knee, transitioning into a backbreaker! The Arabian man rolls off it slowly, grasping his spine even further, as Malakai places a foot atop, looking for his first cover attempt.

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Bailey: First those devastating chair shots to the back and now this.

Lawless: And it looks like Malakai's trying to end things here!

Aqil however manages to kick out. Malakai glares down at his opponent as he manages to escape that pin, a less then pleased expression growing across his face. Immediately the man pulls Ghassan back up to his feet, before whipping him forwards hard, sending him crashing into the nearby steel steps hard back first! Immediately he cries out in pain once more, grabbing yet again at his spine. Slowly the man tries to get up to his feet, only to get driven back against there once more by Malakai's mass, sending him crashing against yet again. The Arabian's face twists in pain, now slumping forward slightly against Larkin's own shape. In response, the massive man simply hoists him back up once more, grabbing him by the waist and quickly turning around, depositing him squarely into the ground with a powerful Gutwrench Powerbomb! Aqil flops back down to the floor, Malakai once again kneeling down and making a cover attempt.

Bailey: A brutal gutwrench powerbomb by the monstrous man. This could end things right here.

Lawless: Damn it Aqil, don't let this guy beat you!

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Aqil however manages to get the shoulder up. Looking quite annoyed by this, the towering man rises back up to his feet, stomping over now to this set of steel steps nearby. Immediately he reaches down and rips it from it's current position, now holding it high aloft in the air above his shoulders, once again focusing on the rising Ghassan. before nailing him right between the eyes, once again taking down the athletic Aqil, sending him in a heap on the ground once more. Malakai then sets down those stairs nearby, looking quite intently towards them, then making his way back over, once again covering the downed Ghassan.

Bailey: And now the steel steps coming into play!

Lawless: This is bad.

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Once more, Aqil succeeds in getting that shoulder from off the ground, his face now busted wide open, blood leaking down the front of it. Now looking with absolute fury, Malakai hoists Ghassan into his grip, squeezing him firmly in a bearhug as he does, further crushing that spine of his. He then trudges back over to the steps, which have been propped on a side. He then places Aqil flat across that same side and slowly turns his head towards the proverbial heavens. He then storms forwards once again, leaping as high as he can, then coming down with a big splash! Ghassan's eyes go wide in pain, as he lets out a loud yelp of agony, once again being crushed by the ample frame of his opponent. He grasps desperately at that surely sore back of his, as Malakai simply raises a leg, placing it squarely atop Ghassan's chest in an especially confident cover.

Bailey: And now a big splash, sandwiching Aqil between Malakai's body and those unforgiving steel stairs!

Lawless: I... I can't bare to watch this.

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Aqil for a third time pushes that shoulder of his into the air, once again preserving himself in this match. Now looking with absolute anger, Malakai grabs those steps and immediately then over near the ring apron, before quickly ascending to the top of it. He then once again gazes up towards the ceiling, now seemingly basking in some invisible light. He then leaps off high once more with a second big splash! Aqil however manages to roll off just in time, Malakai instead slamming chest first right into that steel object in obvious pain, eyes bugging out of their sockets! Slowly the large man rolls off the side of the stairs, Aqil noticing this and climbing atop his now prone form, looking for a cover himself!

Bailey: Malakai with a high risk there, attempting an even more devastating move! Luckily Aqil was able to get out of the way in time.

Lawless: That would've ended things for sure. And on top of that, he's going for a cover!

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Malakai however manages to kick out, still quiet resilient at the moment. Slowly Ghassan pushes up to his knees, once again grasping at his back in pain. Malakai is soon to return to his own vertical base, thought not too quick himself. Immediately he reaches down for those steel steps once more, a look of intense hatred forming in his eyes, as he stampedes towards Ghassan yet again, weapon well in hand. Immediately the Arabian leaps up in pure instinct, connecting with a dropkick to those steps, knocking them into Malakai's face and managing to daze him even further! He however manages to retain his balance somehow, until Aqil rises back up and hits a second sequential dropkick, this one enough to send Larkin toppling backwards, crashing to the ground with a thud! Immediately the crowd explodes with cheers, Ghassan quickly scrambling atop his opponent's vunerable self, covering him yet again!

Bailey: Slowly Aqil is starting to build some momentum in this match. He's taking full advantage of that earlier mistake and it seems to be paying off.

Lawless: About time that fine Arabian turned things around!

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Malakai this time manages to get a shoulder up. Ghassan looks on disbelief, rubbing at his head slowly, as well as grabbing once again at his back for a moment. As he does, Malakai slowly begins to sit back up. Quickly, Ghassan reaches down and yanks Malakai up by that right leg, propping it atop those steel steps, yanking it up as high as he can, before slamming back down against there! Almost immediately, Larkin stops in mid rise, face contorting in agony once more. Aqil notices this and grabs ahold of that leg again, hoisting it high into the air, before slamming it back down into those steps once more! Again, the giant man feels the effects, grasping desperately at that limb as he endures the pain. Aqil pants slightly, before slowly turning him around onto his stomach, raising that same leg into the air, before smashing it back down into the steps below it, Larkin immediately letting out a loud cry of pain, slamming the ground before him in anger. Aqil quickly attempts a second knee smash, only for Malakai to use his other leg to kick him away, nailing him right in the stomach and doubling him over.

Bailey: Aqil once again going after that leg. A very sound strategy and with those steel steps in play, even more effective!

Lawless: And yet, Malakai STILL fights him off. How can he still keep going?!

Once more, the mammoth man gets to a vertical base, though with a noticable limp now it seems. Aqil slowly follows, hunching back up himself. As soon as he does however, Malakai smashes his elbow right across his face with an elbow smash clothesline, sending him crashing back down to the ground once more, clutching further at his face. Malakai then looks down at his fallen opponent, before gazing back over towards the ring apron intently. He quickly makes his way back over, digging around underneath there and removing a wooden table. Slowly the powerful man nods to himself, holding it up by one arm as he reaches down to grab at that right wheel of his. He then walks over to the far end of the barricade nearest the entrance way, propping the table up against there. Then then turns his attention back towards Aqil whose slowly pushing back to his feet now. Malakai quickly plods back over towards him, immediately snatching him by an arm, then whipping him hard towards this table, Aqil sent quickly in it's direction, before colliding back first against there.

Lawless: This doesn't look good.

Bailey: Malakai now bringing out a table. This could be very bad. In fact, I almost gurantee it will be.

Once again Ghassan grimaces in noticable pain, grabbing at his back closely as he lays against there. He then gazes back up, just in time to see Malakai Larkin charging towards him once more. Before he can do anything, Malakai crashes into him with another body splash, nearly breaking him in half with the force as well as definitively doing so with the table. Ghassan once again slumps down to the ground, his back now having been cut open it seems as now his back is now also stained in a crimson shade. The Arabian's eyes tear up in pain, as Malakai looks on intently, grabbing ahold of his prone form and dragging out of the mess of wood and splinters he was leaning back against. He then climbs atop and makes another cover.

Bailey: MALAKAI STAMPEDING RIGHT THROUGH AQIL AND THAT TABLE!

Lawless: DAMN!

Bailey: That may have just sealed Ghassan's fate in this match.

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Aqil however at the last minute launches his shoulder from off the ground! Almost immediately, Malakai looks on in absolute rage, once again slamming his fists violently into the outside, clearly not happy with this turn of events. Slowly he reaches down, yanking the nearly limp form of Ghassan from off the canvas, before carrying him over and tossing him inside the ring. The man then reaches back under the ring once more, before pulling out a second table from under the ring. He then looks on with sick intent inside the ring, quickly sliding this second piece of weaponry back into the ring, before stepping onto the apron and following inside himself.

Bailey: Somehow Aqil is still in this match. But perhaps not for long, as Malakai unveils a second table.

Lawless: I guess one of them just wasn't enough...

He then reaches down, setting up this second table as well, just near Ghassan's prone body. The man then reaches down, pulling him up by the legs, then aiming towards the table before him, swinging him back for the Mood Killer! However as he's upside down, Ghassan immediately grabs ahold of that right ankle, Malakai stopping in mid move once more as he cries out in pain, now dropping his opponent behind him. Instinctively, Ghassan clinches on a leg bar, pulling back desperately on that massive limb as he tries to end things here and now! Malakai however refuses to give in, immediately lunging out and grabbing the nearby ropes. Of course, in this situation, that can't cause an immediate rope break, but it still seems to prove useful, as Malakai uses them to slowly pull back up to his feet, Aqil forced to rise up with him as well. He continues to keep a grip on that same extremity, still wrenching it desperately in his grasp. Larkin however fires back with a powerful back elbow, once again knocking Larkin loose, as Malakai grabs him immediately, hoisting him high into the air with one arm, before dropping him back down across that left knee with a Pendulum Backbreaker! Aqil immediately screams out in pain yet again, slowly rolling off and crumpling to the mat once more. Malakai gazes down at him and lowers himself atop, hooking the leg this time.

Bailey: Aqil's back has taken quite a bit of abuse in this match. Obviously Malakai is trying to soften him up for that vicious Mood Killer of his.

Lawless: But he not need it after that backbreaker!

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But once more, Ghassan refuses to give in, using what little strength he has remaining to propel that shoulder from off the mat. Malakai is absolutely furious now, grabbing at his forehead in complete and utter confusion. Immediately he reaches down and hoists the prone Ghassan back up, before tossing him back atop that second table. He then drags over closer to the nearby turnbuckle and gives an almost maniacal grin, before he begins to climb atop the turnbuckle backwards, setting up for something big. However as he's halfway up there, his leg nearly buckles, causing the giant man to hesitate slightly. He quickly grabs at that leg, taking a few deep breaths, before returning to his ascension. However as soon as he reaches the top, Ghassan somehow leaps off the table, landing on the second turnbuckle behind him, and grabbing him by the waist, then leaping off and sending both crashing through that table with a Top Rope German Suplex!

Bailey and Lawless: DAMN!

Bailey: GHASSAN JUST GERMAN SUPLEXED A 363 POUND MAN OFF THE TOP ROPE AND SENT HIM RIGHT THROUGH THAT TABLE!

Lawless: Wow...

Almost immediately the crowd looks on disbelief, now starting up with a very audible "Holy Shit" chant, Malakai and Ghassan now both lying motionlessly on the canvas in a pile of wooden remains, Malakai of course Malakai having taken the most damage. Slowly Ghassan manages to roll over and drape an arm across, looking for the pin.

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Malakai can't answer the three count on time! Aqil slowly sits up from off the mat as the bell sounds, grasping desperately at his back once again as he does.

Finkel: Here is your winner... Aqil Ghassan!

Bailey: Ghassan has done it! He's beaten Malakai in his own element!

Lawless: I've gotta admit though. For awhile, I thought Malakai might be able to pull out a victory.

The nearby referee comes closer and reaches down, slowly helping him back up to his feet, then raising his arm up high in victory! The crowd cheers loudly, as Mashkalni starts up once more in the background. Ghassan nearly falls forward, though catching hold of the ring ropes nearby to keep himself balanced. He nurses further along that damaged back of his, a few more drops of blood trickling from off of it onto the canvas below. Slowly making his way to the edge of the ring, Ghassan manages to step back through the ropes and down to the outside, once again hold up his arm in victory, a very pained smile present across his face. He then begins to trudge back up the rampway, panting softly as he does, before disappearing behind the curtain once more.

Bailey: And it looks like after all this time, after a long wait of nearly three months, Aqil finally got his hands on the giant and exacted revenge.

Lawless: What a brutal battle we've seen here. And a perfect way to open up JUNEhem.

Bailey: Who knows what other brutal bouts we can expect tonight? I guess only time will tell.

Meanwhile back in the ring, Malakai simply continues to lay amongst that pile of splintered wood below his sore body, eyes open wide as he looks on in total disbelief at what just happened. Soon enough, he too rises back up to his feet, hobbling slightly on his right wheel, but managing to maintain his own footing. The massive man then gazes down intently at his palms, falling forward onto his stomach and burying his head into the canvas, now pounding his fist heavily into the canvas, obviously not pleased by this loss. The referee gazes over at him from nearby and moves closer to check on the man. He then reaches down, gently tapping him on the shoulder. Almost immediately, Malakai begins to rise back up, swiftly turning around and grabbing ahold of the referee, immediately taking him high into the air, before depositing him with a Mood Killer!

Bailey: HOW CAN THIS MONSTER STILL BE STANDING?!

Lawless: Search me!

The poor referee immediately drops down to the canvas, now laying in a heap, as Larkin's eyes light up with fury, the man now beginning to stomp viciously across the prone form of this poor defense official, the crowd now booing loudly at these actions, as almost immediately officials storm in from the back, pouring into the ring and trying to restrain the monstrous being. Malakai however forces them all off, shaking them free from his body, before dropping down to a knee, the pain shooting up his leg once more. Malakai grits his teeth in stubborn resistance, immediately pushing back up and taking down two of these with a powerful back elbow, sending them sailing to the outside with the force! He then yanks another in front forwards, before slinging him high into the air as well, then driving him down with a second Mood Killer!

Almost immediately after, security soon storms the ring as well, swarming over the mighty man and halting his rampage. Angrily, Larkin finally exits the ring, though instead heading to the backstage, he instead gathers up his coat and instead steps over the barricade, now hobbling through the crowd, soon disappearing once more. The security force meanwhile helps out the fallen referees in the ring, managing to help them up and lead them to the backstage as well.

Bailey: I think it's safe to assume that man that was once Earnest is no more. Now standing in his place is this... this being known as Malakai Larkin.

Lawless: Aqil may have beaten him, but in the process, he may have just awoken a sleeping giant.

Finally, we cut to a video package for the upcoming Colvin Cup Finals Match.

[Jett Ripley]

Finkel: The following contest is a tag team match, scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first…

*The Latin Lover’s music plays.*

Finkel: Coming down the aisle, at a combined weight of 522 pounds, from Wherever There Is Love—Guillermo Miramontes and Casimiro Melendez, THE LATIN LOVERS.

*The Latin Lovers come out to a nice pop from the ladies. The men are somewhat quiet, with a few boos. Guillermo has on blue wrestling trunks with “Te quiero” in black on the butt, blue elbow and knee pads with a black heart on them, and black boots with “GM” in blue on them. Casimiro has on blue tights with “Catalina” in black on the butt, blue elbow and knee pads with black hearts on them, and black boots with “CM” in blue on them. As they walk to the ring, a pair of panties comes flying towards them and hits Casimiro in the face. He grabs them and stuffs them in his tights. They enter the ring, and each one climbs onto the corners facing the Colvintron. They both blow a kiss to the crowd, and then some pyro goes off, creating a heart design.*

Tom Bailey: Here come the Latin Lovers, and they look ready to take on the two men that have been taunting and goading them for several months.

Jeannie Lawless: This is exciting! We finally get to see these four guys go at it one on one! Oh My God! I can’t wait!

Finkel: And their opponents…

*The tune of “Bad Medicine” starts up over the speakers of the Colvitron as James Bon Jovi walks out onto the stage, in his usual ring-gear, with his sunglasses and his trench coat glimmering in the lights above. Though greeted mostly by boos (with a few disparate whistles here and there), he seems to react as if overwhelming cheers were directed his way, grinning and strutting his way down the ramp.*

Finkel: From San Diego, California, weighing in at 242 pounds, he is THE ONE…THE ONLY…JAMES BON JOVI!

*James keeps his distance from the outward-reaching arms of fans and makes his way down to the ring, jumping onto the apron and dropping his shades before whipping his hair back. He steps in under top rope, and just as his music begins to fade out, he points dramatically to the stage with both arms. Sugar Ray's "Caboose" begins to play & the lights come down slightly in the W*I*G-Sphere. At the sound of the record scratching The Maxx strides out onto the stage. He's clad in his usual shorts, this time cream-colored with a gold trim &, as always his fedora with a doo-rag worn underneath. He bends at the waist, slowly raising a single fist in the air before carrying on down the ramp.*

Finkel: And his Tag-Team Partner, weighing in at 215lbs, from Atlantic City, New Jersey... THE MAXX!

Tom: For a team as bragadocious as they are, The Maxx & Bon Jovi haven't exactly done a whole lot here in W*I*G.

Jeannie: Probably because most of the crowd don't actually deserve to see them in action.

*The Maxx leaps up onto the ring apron &, sitting on the middle rope, swings his legs around into the ring. He climbs a ring-post &, once more, bends slightly, before raising his fist high. The Maxx dismounts the turnbuckles as he & Bon Jovi hand their entrance gear to a stage-hand.*

DING-DING!

*The Maxx starts the match off against Guillermo who makes a few "chicken-like" gestures, flapping his arms & scratching at the mat with one foot. The crowd starts a loud chant directed at the Maxx.*

"CHICK~EN! CHICK~EN! CHICK~EN!"

*The Maxx is clearly ruffled by this as he looks around at the audience.*

The Maxx: SHUT UP!

*The Maxx runs a hand over his well-gelled faux-hawk & turns to face a chuckling Miramontes. The Maxx lunges right at his opponent & the two lock-up. Guillermo seems to have a distinct advantage. He is forcing The Maxx to the mat when The Maxx, wisely disengages from the hold.*

Tom: The Maxx will have to come up with some different tactics if he's thinking about over-powering either of The Latin Lovers.

Jeannie: I'd like to be over...

Tom: *Sigh* Yeah, yeah, yeah...

*The Maxx steps back, taking time to re-assess his battle plan with Guillermo. He attempts to go in low, but Guillermo blocks any such attempt by crouching down pre-emptively.*

Jeannie: Considering how little we've actually seen of The Maxx & Bon Jovi in the ring, Guillermo seems to have The Maxx quite well scouted.

Tom: But on the handful of matches we've seen The Maxx & Bon Jovi involved in, The Latin Lovers were involved in two of those, directly competing with them. In fact, to date, both teams hold one victory apiece over each other. The Maxx pinned Guillermo Miramontes in the Ultimate Endurance Match at Parade of Champions, & last month at Attrition, Casimiro evened the score by pinning The Maxx in the Gauntlet Match for the W*I*G World Tag-Team Titles.

*Guillermo goes to lock-up with The Maxx again. The Maxx feigns leaning in to do so, but slips behind Guillermo & clasps him in a waistlock. Guillermo tries to throw a few elbows backwards which The Maxx deftly avoids. Guillermo uses his superior strength to force The Maxx backwards towards the ropes. Before the reach the ropes, The Maxx releases the waistlock & clubs Guillermo in the back a few times. With an elbow blow to the back of the head, Guillermo finally stumbles forward. The Maxx tries to lock in a Sleeper Hold on Guillermo, but Guillermo snapmares The Maxx over & delivers a stiff kick to his back. As The Maxx gets up again, Guillermo whips him to the ropes & catches him with a Back Body Drop on the rebound. The Maxx, gets back to his feet again & Guillermo attempts to Irish Whip him to a corner, The Maxx reverses it & send Guillermo into the corner instead. The Maxx goes running at the corner & Guillermo moves aside at the last-second. The Maxx crashes in the corner. Guillermo grabs The Maxx for a German Suplex, but The Maxx manages to land on his feet. He dropkicks Guillermo in the back, sending The Latin Lover into the turnbuckles instead. The Maxx grabs Guillermo's ankles & drags him out of the corner, towards the corner where James Bon Jovi stands. The Maxx keeps his grip on Miramontes' ankles, despite Guillermo’s struggles, as he leans back & Bon Jovi slaps him on the back to make a tag. The Maxx makes his way up Miramontes' legs, getting a better & better grip as he does so before he eventually lifts Guillermo off the ground in position for a Wheelbarrow Facebuster. Bon Jovi, with a theatrical swagger, makes his way to the adjacent set of ropes. He grips the top rope & launches himself over it, dropping an elbow to the back of Guillermo's neck at the same instant The Maxx plants him with a Facebuster.*

Tom: That's a brutal looking double team move from The Maxx & Bon Jovi. What do ya suppose they call that?

Jeannie: I'unno. "Livin' On A Prayer" or something equally as lame? Aren't you supposed to be the smart one? I'm just here to ogle the guys.

*Bon Jovi rolls over Guillermo as The Maxx exits the ring. Bon Jovi kneels down over Guillermo & begins punching him in the face.*

Jeannie: NOT IN THE FACE, DAMMIT!

*The referee begins counting out Bon Jovi for using closed-fist punches. The ref gets to four & Bon Jovi ceases. He then sets Guillermo's throat on the bottom rope & presses his knee to the back of Guillermo's neck. The referee starts his count on Bon Jovi once again &, for a second time, Bon Jovi relents at the count of four. Guillermo coughs a little bit as Bon Jovi backs off. Casimiro, meanwhile, is going ballistic at not being able to tag in. Bon Jovi forces Guillermo back into his & The Maxx's corner. Bon Jovi positions himself in such a way that the referee cannot see what The Maxx is doing. The Maxx wraps an arm around Guillermo's throat as Bon Jovi hits him with a series of stiff punches to the mid-section. Casimiro attempts to enter the ring to put a stop to this chicanery, but he is thwarted by the referee. The more the referee tries to remove Casimiro from the ring, the longer The Maxx & Bon Jovi's blatant cheating continues. Finally, The Maxx releases his hold on Guillermo when he notices the referee turning around in their direction again. Bon Jovi also quits throwing his punches. Bon Jovi sets Guillermo on the top rope & tags The Maxx. The Maxx climbs to the top as Bon Jovi moves back towards the center of the ring.*

Tom: It looks as if The Maxx & Bon Jovi are going for "Awesomematic".

Jeannie: Going for the finish at such an early juncture?

Tom: Well, The Maxx & Bon Jovi have been working over Guillermo Miramontes for a while now. They may think it best to strike while the iron's hot.

*As The Maxx reaches the top, he holds Guillermo's head to steady himself before going for The Frankensteiner. But Guillermo shoves The Maxx off the top rope & knocks him to the floor outside. Bon Jovi charges towards Guillermo. But Miramontes, sticks a foot out & Bon Jovi gets a boot right in the face. Bon Jovi staggers backwards & Guillermo flies off the top rope with a Cross-Body on Bon Jovi. Guillermo lays on top of Bon Jovi for a cover until the referee reminds him that The Maxx is the legal man. Seeking some respite anyway, Miramontes begins to crawl towards his own corner, looking to tag in Casimiro.*

Tom: Guillermo with a desperation move in that Cross-Body, he needs to get out of the ring fast. He's been in there way too long at this point.

*The Maxx slides back into the ring under the bottom rope, still a little woozy from his spill to the floor. He sees Guillermo slowly making his way back towards The Latin Lovers' corner. The Maxx sprints across the ring & dives onto Guillermo's legs to keep him back from making the tag, even going as far as bashing Guillermo's knees repeatedly on the mat. The Maxx then tries to lock in The Nagata Lock I. Guillermo doesn't give up. He struggles to get towards the ropes. The Maxx sits up, trying to put as much pressure on Guillermo as he can. Guillermo sallies forth. He grits his teeth & reaches out for the rope. He uses all the strength he can muster to drag himself towards the ropes. After what must seem like an eternity, Guillermo reaches out & grasps the bottom rope. The referee orders The Maxx to break the hold. Just like his team-mate, The Maxx milks the referee's count of four for as long as he can before granting Guillermo a reprieve from the hold.*

Tom: The Maxx & Bon Jovi certainly seem to enjoy making the most of the referee's five count.

Jeannie: Hey, it's all within the rules right? These guys are just being smart.

*The Maxx steps back as Guillermo stands up again. The very second he does, The Maxx sneaks up behind & catches Guillermo with a Chop Block. Guillermo stumbles down & The Maxx closes in on him. The Maxx drags Guillermo back to the middle of the ring again & wraps his legs up in a Surfboard. The Maxx grabs Guillermo's arms & feigns rocking back. Rather than properly set up Guillermo into the Surfboard, The Maxx stomps down on Guillermo's knees. Guillermo rolls about in absolute agony as The Maxx taunts him. The Maxx doesn't have too much time to bask in the glory as he's soon blasted by a Missile Dropkick from Casimiro. Having had enough of seeing his partner take all the punishment, Casimiro Melendez enters the ring to put an end to The Maxx's rampage. Guillermo then sits atop the downed Maxx & starts pummeling him with lefts & rights. The crowd goes crazy & the ref orders Casimiro out of the ring. The Maxx is now crawling towards his own corner to make the tag to Bon Jovi. Similarly, Guillermo is making his way back towards The Latin Lovers' corner to officially tag in Casimiro.*

Tom: The Latin Lovers finally managing to regain some ground in this match!

Jeannie: I'd like The Latin Lovers to regain some of MY ground!

Tom: What does that mean? I literally have NO idea what that means?!

*Both men are slowly crawling towards their respective corners; neither moving with great speed. Casimiro has his hand outstretched, just itching to get in the ring, similarly, Bon Jovi has his hand outstretched as much as possible as The Maxx makes his way toward the corner. The Maxx manages to make the tag to Bon Jovi first. Bon Jovi enters the ring & rushes towards The Latin Lovers' corner to halt Guillermo's tag to Casimiro, but he's just too late! Mere seconds after Bon Jovi has entered the ring The Latin Lovers have made the tag & the ladies in the crowd cheer as Melendez enters while Miramontes heads out to the apron for a well-earned rest.*

Tom: At last Guillermo Miramontes makes a tag to Casimiro Melendez. Maybe now this match will be a little more even-sided.

*Bon Jovi is backing up slightly as the fresher member of The Latin Lovers enters the ring. He was hoping he'd have to deal with the slightly damaged Guillermo. Still, Bon Jovi then approaches Casimiro & begins throwing stiff-looking forearm blows that cause him to stagger slightly. Bon Jovi whips Casimiro towards the ropes, but Casimiro reverses & shoots Bon Jovi off to the ropes. Bon Jovi rebounds & stops himself just before he reaches a bent over Casimiro. Bon Jovi delivers a stiff kick to Casimiro's chest. Casimiro reels back, Bon Jovi catches him with a Side Russian Leg Sweep. Bon Jovi brushes his hair back & then forces Casimiro up into his corner where The Maxx awaits. Bon Jovi continues to rain stiff punches across Casimiro's face before he tags The Maxx. Bon Jovi picks Casimiro up on his shoulders in the Electric Chair position as The Maxx begins to position himself on the apron. The Maxx holds on to the top rope & springboards into the ring, The Maxx hits a Lungblower as Bon Jovi drops backwards with Casimiro on his shoulders.*

Tom: Excellently Transmitted Destruction! E.T.D. to Casimiro Melendez.

Jeannie: You've got to hand it to The Maxx & Bon Jovi. The two of them have really managed to turn this around on The Latin Lovers.

*The Maxx makes a cover on Casimiro....*

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KICKOUT!

*The Maxx looks around aghast that Casimiro kicked out. He slaps the mat then gets to his feet, as does his opponent. The Maxx aims a "Maxx Factor" at Casimiro who dodges the move & slips behind The Maxx, aiming for a Reverse DDT. The Maxx manages to catch Casimiro with a glancing blow to the chin causing him to release his grip. The Maxx hangs back for a moment, waiting to hit Casimiro with a Famouser. Casimiro catches The Maxx as he comes running at him & executes an Overhead Belly-To-Belly Suplex.*

Tom: Casimiro managed to surprise The Maxx by kicking out, but I'd say he was even more surprised by that Belly-to-Belly Suplex.

*As the Maxx gets up, holding onto his back in pain, Casimiro grabs him from behind in a side headlock, wrenching away at him. The Maxx attempts to spin around and reverse the move, but the more powerful Melendez holds him steady as he continues to pull away with the headlock. The Maxx drops down and executes a fireman’s carry, this time getting Casimiro off of his feet and onto the mat, in turn breaking the head lock. The Maxx quickly grabs the Latin Lover around the head in a chinlock, slowly lifting him up to his feet, and releases the hold to whip Melendez into the ropes. Melendez reverses, sending The Maxx into the ropes instead. As The Maxx bounces back, Casimiro throws a clothesline, only for The Maxx to duck it and run into the other ropes before bouncing off of these as well. This time, The Maxx goes flying at Melendez with a crossbody. But Melendez catches him in mid-air around the waist with both arms, turns him around vertically, and delivers another overhead belly-to-belly suplex that sends The Maxx crashing down to the mat.*

Tom: And another belly-to-belly suplex from Casimiro Melendez!

Jeannie: Right now, it looks like running moves aren’t exactly working out that well for The Maxx…

*Casimiro picks The Maxx up by the head and whips him into a nearby neutral corner. He charges toward The Maxx, who regains his composure and realizes that he’s cornered. Casimiro picks up speed and lifts a boot up, pointing it straight at the face of The Maxx, but his target suddenly drops out of his pathway below him, and to the side, as his foot goes crashing into the top turnbuckle. As Casimiro grabs his leg in pain, he turns his head and receives a dropkick to the face by The Maxx, sending him sideways into the corner. Casimiro turns himself around, still in the corner, as The Maxx comes running at him. The Maxx is thrown over Casimiro’s shoulder, but he lands on the apron outside. Thinking that he successfully threw The Maxx out of the ring, Melendez staggers out of the corner. The Maxx jumps onto the turnbuckle and leaps off, his arms extended and ready to execute a blockbuster. But as he does so, Guillermo points toward the corner and yells with alarm, warning his partner as Casimiro turns around, and pushes The (airborne) Maxx over him and through the air, The Maxx landing on his back and tumbling across the mat.*

Jeannie: And that’s why it’s good to have a partner who’s not afraid to scream.

Tom: Strange as that sounds, I think you’re right. And Casimiro Melendez has certainly gotten the better of that exchange.

*Casimiro walks over The Maxx, who is still downed from the counter, and lifts him up by the head and shoulders, placing him in a front face lock. The Maxx attempts to slip out, only to receive a pair of overhead forearms to the lower back, stopping his escape plans flat. Casimiro pulls him towards the corner of the Latin Lovers as Guillermo Miramontes reaches out, his arm stretched into the ring. Casimiro reaches back with his free arm and tags him as Guillermo enters. Casimiro releases The Maxx, dropping onto his own back as Guillermo lifts The Maxx up wheelbarrow-style. Casimiro puts his knees up and Guillermo gives The Maxx a facebuster, straight onto the knees of Melendez, before releasing The Maxx as Casimiro rolls out of the ring, returning to the apron. Guillermo drops down and hooks a leg.*

Tom: Cupid’s Arrow! A devastating double-team move from The Latin Lovers!

Jeannie: There’s soooo many dirty things I could say in response but I’ve already lost count.

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KICKOUT!

*With The Maxx having narrowly kicked out, Guillermo Miramontes picks up The Maxx, and facing him, executes a quick kick to the abdomen, before picking up his smaller foe and giving him a solid backbreaker across the left knee. Instead of simply releasing him to the mat, Guillermo keeps the backbreaker locked in upon The Maxx and pushes down on his chest and his legs, driving his back further into his knee. The Maxx begins flailing violently, trying quite hard to squirm out of the hold with his arms flying about and his legs kicking to free themselves of Guillermo’s grasp. Miramontes’ grip does indeed seem to be slipping as The Maxx’s fighting has moved him almost entirely off of the knee of the Latin Lover. Finally, The Maxx rolls out and scrambles up to his feet, turning around. Guillermo grabs him by the arm, and lifts him up in a suplex but The Maxx slips out and lands behind him, grabbing him around the waist. Miramontes runs forward into the ropes as the Maxx pulls backward, and manages to make it to them, grabbing the ropes and pulling to them as The Maxx, pulling in the opposite direction, loses a grip of him and rolls backward. Just as The Maxx gets up, Guillermo turns himself around. The two come running towards one another, and come to blows, forearms and kicks exchanged between them. Guillermo gets the advantage and whips The Maxx into the ropes, grabbing him and lifting him up for shoulder breaker. The Maxx, while still in the air, spins out of it, landing side-by-side with Miramontes and quickly executes a Stroke, sending them both down to the mat.*

Tom: The attempt to use a shoulder breaker and further soften up The Maxx didn’t pay off.

Jeannie: No, but all those throws probably still hurt like Hell right now.

*Still quite clearly feeling the previous moves, The Maxx employs a lateral press as quickly as possible over top of Miramontes, hoping to get that ever-crucial pinfall.*

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KICKOUT!

*The Maxx, looking slightly agitated, gets up to his feet and whips Guillermo into the corner at which James Bon Jovi stands at quite eagerly. The pair tags and James enters with a smirk, wiping his hair back as he cracks his neck. The two begin to hit Guillermo with a variety of close-range strikes, before James pulls Guillermo out of the corner and places him into a setup for a Russian leg sweep. As he does so, The Maxx vaults up to the turnbuckle and leaps off with a torpedo dropkick, hitting Guillermo square in the head as the momentum allows James Bon Jovi to execute a particularly forceful side-Russian leg sweep just as The Maxx exits the ring.*

Jeannie: Guillermo Miramontes can consider himself to be OFFICIALLY Blacklisted.

Tom: If that implies that he won’t ever have to hang around with The Maxx and James Bon Jovi, I have to say I’m actually willing to take that move as well.

*James Bon Jovi gets up to his feet and drops an elbow across the chest of Guillermo Miramontes. Getting up, he repeats the process and drops another elbow. James gets up again and looks to drop the elbow, but stops and strikes quick pose, before dropping a third elbow, this time straight across the abdomen of Miramontes. James mounts the still-downed Miramontes from the front and begins to strike at him with a set of heavy forearms, each one preceded by a substantial wind-up. After five or so such forearms, James clenches his right fist and raises it up, winding it back. James sends his punch straight at the face of Guillermo, but suddenly realizes that all the time spent winding has telegraphed his move beyond all measure—his fist is squarely blocked and clutched by both of Guillermo’s hands. Guillermo pushes his arm out of the way and retaliates with punches to the face of James Bon Jovi, with a final one catching James off-guard and knocking him backwards, permitting Guillermo to slip out and get up to his feet. James Bon Jovi jumps up, running at Guillermo. He throws a hard lariat, but this is avoided entirely by Guillermo who sidesteps it, shrugging at James as the glam rocker turns his head mid-run. James bounces off the ropes, and is caught with an underarm, snap STO from Guillermo.*

Tom: Asi Nacemos, is what he calls it. Brilliant counter from Guillermo and things are practically back under his control for the moment.

*With Bon Jovi down, Guillermo starts crawling to his corner for a tag. However, just as Casimiro reaches out to take his partner’s hand, The Maxx runs into the ring and lands on Guillermo with an elbow drop. The referee yells at The Maxx as he gets up, and Casimiro enters to the ring to attack The Maxx. The ref tries to separate both men as they argue and swing punches at each other. As all this goes on, Guillermo and Bon Jovi have gotten up. Guillermo charges at Bon Jovi, but Bon Jovi catches him and drops him onto the top rope with a flapjack. Guillermo remains draped over the top rope. Suddenly, Bon Jovi runs to the opposite ropes, jumps over Guillermo, and hits him with a hair pull hangman. Guillermo bounces up and falls back onto the mat. Then, Bon Jovi slides back into the ring and starts choking Guillermo.*

Tom: I don’t believe it! The Maxx creates a distraction, and James Bon Jovi takes advantage by choking the life out of Guillermo Miramontes!

Jeannie: How can you not believe that!? That is like Tag Team Wrestling 101!

*Eventually, the ref is able to get Casimiro and The Maxx to exit the ring. Then, he turns his attention to Bon Jovi choking out Guillermo. He goes for a 5 count.*

Ref: 1…2…3…4…*Bon Jovi lets go of Guillermo’s neck.*

*Bon Jovi gets up onto the turnbuckles of his team’s corner and jumps off with a fist drop to Guillermo’s neck. He then gets up, picks up Guillermo, and drops him back to the mat with a hanging vertical suplex. Bon Jovi gets up and tags in The Maxx. The Maxx enters the ring and waits for Guillermo to get up onto his knees. He slowly does, and The Maxx hits him with a shining wizard. Then, The Maxx gets up, picks up Guillermo onto his knees, and locks him into a crossface chickenwing. He drops to the mat and locks him into a bodyscissors as well.*

Tom: The Maxx wisely taking locking Guillermo into a crossface chickenwing with a bodyscissors. He is trying to block any air from Guillermo’s lungs, who has been struggling to breathe since that hangman from Bon Jovi earlier.

Jeannie: Eh. It’s not that wise.

Tom: How so?

Jeannie: Well, if The Maxx wants to end those comparisons to a chicken, then he shouldn’t be doing moves with “chickenwing” in them.

Tom: Wow. You really focused on the most important aspect of what I said earlier.

Jeannie: Thank you!

*Guillermo struggles to get out of the hold, but The Maxx has the hold locked on tight. And, they’re in the middle of the ring. After a few minutes, Guillermo starts fading. Suddenly, another “Chicken” chant comes from the crowd, with the intent to distract The Maxx and allow Guillermo to escape from the hold. However, it appears to just make The Maxx angrier. Guillermo fades even more, and the chants just die out into boos. The ref goes for a count.*

Ref: *raises Guillermo’s hand and lets it drop* 1…






*raises Guillermo’s hand again and lets it drop* 2…

*The ref raises Guillermo’s hand for a third time. However, before he can let it go, Casimiro runs into the ring, charges at The Maxx, and viciously kicks him in the face causing The Maxx to let go of the hold. The ladies in the crowd cheer. A few guys cheer as well.*

Jeannie: What the hell was that!

Tom: Casimiro just saved his partner and prevented a loss for his team.

Jeannie: I know that, but did he have to kick The Maxx in the face to do it!!!!?

*The Maxx gets up, holding his nose, and then gets into Casimiro’s face again. The referee keeps them apart. As this goes on, Bon Jovi climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, jumps off, and hits Guillermo with a fist drop to his throat. Casimiro sees this and lunges at Bon Jovi, but the referee is able to stop him. The Maxx keeps trying to attack Casimiro. Meanwhile, Bon Jovi gets up and drops an elbow onto Guillermo’s throat. He gets up again and drops another elbow onto Guillermo’s throat. Bon Jovi gets up again and hits Guillermo with a third elbow drop. Then, he exits the ring.*

Tom: And another distraction allows Bon Jovi to attack Guillermo’s throat.

Jeannie: Again, this is Tag Team Wrestling 101. You keep the ref distracted, usually with one of your opponents, and then you pounce on the other guy. Bon Jovi and The Maxx are showing that they got an A in that class.

*The ref finally gets Casimiro to exit the ring. The Maxx turns his attentions back to Guillermo. He drops an elbow onto Guillermo’s throat and locks him into a chinlock. The Maxx wrenches Guillermo’s neck a few times and then picks up Guillermo, dragging him over to his team’s corner. The Maxx tags in his partner, and Bon Jovi comes in and kicks Guillermo in the stomach. The Maxx moves onto the apron as Bon Jovi backs Guillermo into the ropes with a few chops. Then, he whips Guillermo across the ring. Bon Jovi backs into the ropes and bounces off of them as Guillermo hits the opposite ropes and bounces off of them. Then, Bon Jovi hits Guillermo with a leg lariat. He covers the Latin Lover for a pin.*

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KICKOUT!

Tom: Amazingly, Guillermo Miramontes is able to kick out after all the punishment he’s be suffering at the hands of The Maxx and Bon Jovi.

Jeannie: Well, he is a lot tougher than he looks. That romantic façade hides a rough and toughness, which is really helpful into causing his opponents into a false sense of security.

*Bon Jovi looks a little frustrated, but he stays on top of Guillermo with a few stomps. Then, he picks up Guillermo, places him onto the ropes, and tags in The Maxx. He enters the ring, and they both whip Guillermo across the ring. Guillermo bounces off the ropes, and Bon Jovi charges at him. He grabs Guillermo and hits him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Then, The Maxx hits Guillermo with a scissors kick onto Guillermo’s throat.*

Tom: Guillermo Miramontes gets off on the New Jersey Turnpike!

Jeannie: You know, I’ve gotten off several times on the New Jersey Turnpike, if you know what I mean.

Tom: Oh My God! That is disgusting!

Jeannie: I used protection! I know how nasty New Jersey can be.

Tom: I still don’t like thinking about it.

*Bon Jovi exits the ring as The Maxx pins Guillermo.*

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KICKOUT!

*The Maxx slaps the mat in frustration and gets up. Guillermo gets up slowly. The Maxx grabs Guillermo by his hair and hits him with a knee to the throat. Guillermo falls to the mat in a sitting position. Suddenly, The Maxx runs to the ropes behind Guillermo, hits the ropes, bounces off of them, and hits Guillermo with a rolling neck snap. Then, he kips up and hits Guillermo with a roundhouse kick to the head. The Maxx grabs Guillermo’s leg and drags him to the corner. He tags in Bon Jovi, who enters the ring with a slingshot somersault senton. The Maxx exits the ring as Bon Jovi gets up and hits Guillermo in the throat with an elbow drop. He gets up and hits Guillermo with another elbow drop. Bon Jovi gets up again and drops a third elbow onto Guillermo’s throat. Then, he picks up Guillermo and hits him with a European uppercut. Guillermo falls back to the ropes and bounces off of them. Bon Jovi backs into the opposite ropes, bounces off of them, and charges at Guillermo for a running lariat. However, Guillermo is able to duck. They both run to the ropes, bounce off of them, and charge at each other; but Guillermo wins out with a surprise spear to Bon Jovi. The ladies in the crowd cheers and surprisingly so do several of the guys.*

Tom: Great Googly Moogly! Guillermo comes out of nowhere with a spear!

Jeannie: Where do you come up with these exclamations?

Tom: My mom writes them for me.

Jeannie: Aw! That’s sweet. And, a little sad.

*Guillermo starts crawling over to his partner. Casimiro reaches out to take Guillermo’s tag, but Bon Jovi suddenly jumps up and stops Guillermo with a forearm shot to the back of the head. Bon Jovi then locks Guillermo in a front headlock. He then picks Guillermo up and goes for a suplex. However, Guillermo dead weights him. Bon Jovi tries to lift him up again, but Guillermo just dead weights him again. Bon Jovi knees him in the stomach a few times and then tries to lift Guillermo up, but Guillermo manages to block it again. Bon Jovi knees him in the stomach again. This time, he is able to lift. Suddenly, Guillermo surprises everyone by flipping over and hitting Bon Jovi with a hard DDT that flips Bon Jovi over. The crowd busts out into a “Holy Shit” chant. Casimiro and The Maxx looked shocked. Even the referee looks amazed.*

Tom: Sweet Hannah In Savannah! What a counter from Guillermo Miramontes!

Jeannie: How in the hell did he do that!? Oh my God! That man is amazing!

*Both men are down on the mat. The referee begins a 10 count.*

Ref: 1…*Both men are still down.*

2…*Both men are still down. Casimiro and The Maxx yell at their partners.*

3…*Both men are still down. Casimiro and The Maxx yell at their partners.*

4…*Bon Jovi starts stirring around. The Maxx yells at him to make the tag and reaches out for his hand. Guillermo is still out on the mat. Casimiro yells at him to get up as well.*

5…*Bon Jovi manages to roll over onto his stomach. The Maxx keeps on yelling at Bon Jovi to make the tag. Guillermo is still on the mat and not moving. Casimiro yells at him to get up, but it ain’t working.*

6…*Bon Jovi starts crawling over to The Maxx. Guillermo is still knocked out on the mat. Casimiro keeps on yelling at him to get up but again to no avail.*

7…*Bon Jovi keeps slowly crawling to The Maxx, who is getting more and more impatient. Guillermo is still knocked out on the mat. However, suddenly, Casimiro slaps his forehead, remembering something.*

8…*Casimiro reaches into his pants and pulls out the pair of panties he caught earlier. The Maxx sees this and freaks out. He yells at Bon Jovi to get the tag. Bon Jovi starts crawling a little faster.*

9…*Bon Jovi gets the tag in with The Maxx, but it’s too late. Casimiro throws the panties. They land onto Guillermo’s face. Suddenly, his arm jumps up and grabs the panties. He sniffs and kips up.*

*The Maxx rushes into the ring, but Guillermo catches him with an over the shoulder belly to back piledriver. The crowd goes wild.*

Jeannie: PANTY POWER!!!!

Tom: Guillermo comes back to life and stops The Maxx with El Amor.

Jeannie: Thanks to PANTY POWER!!!!

Tom: Please stop saying that.

Jeannie: No! PANTY POWER!!!!

*The Maxx gets up and turns around. Guillermo grabs him, kicks him in the stomach, and hits him with a swinging fisherman suplex.*

Tom: Now, Guillermo takes out The Maxx with Noche de Cuatro Lunas!

Jeannie: All thanks to PANTY POWER!!!!

Tom: I hate you.

*Guillermo gets up. Suddenly, Bon Jovi jumps up and charges at Guillermo. However, Guillermo sidesteps him, grabs him by his head, and throws him over the top rope. But, Bon Jovi is able to grab the top rope and lands on the apron. It gets a little worse for Guillermo as The Maxx comes charging at Guillermo. However, he sidesteps The Maxx as well, who runs right into Bon Jovi, knocking him off the apron and onto the floor. Then, Guillermo grabs The Maxx from behind and hits him with a reverse swinging neckbreaker. Unfortunately, his second wind has given out as Guillermo stays on the mat with The Maxx.*

Tom: Guillermo is on fire, taking out Bon Jovi and hitting The Maxx with Starry Night.

Jeannie: And, it’s all because of PANTY POWER!!!!

Tom: Will you please stop!?

Jeannie: No! Seriously though, Guillermo needs to tag out. His second wind appears to be blowing away.

*Sure enough, Guillermo starts crawling over to Casimiro for a tag. However, The Maxx is able to grab Guillermo’s leg and pulls him away. The Maxx gets up, still holding onto Guillermo’s leg. The Maxx spins Guillermo around and goes for a clothesline, but Guillermo ducks, grabs The Maxx from behind, and hits him with a jumping neckbreaker slam. The Maxx falls onto the mat. Guillermo jumps up, falls back into his corner, and tags in Casimiro.*

Tom: The Maxx stops the tag. He spins Guillermo around, goes for clothesline. Guillermo ducks. Calor from out of nowhere! Guillermo gets up, and there’s the tag!

Jeannie: Sweet Fancy Molasses! How exciting!

Tom: Looks like I’m not the only one coming up with stupid exclamations.

Jeannie: Shut up!

*Casimiro enters the ring as The Maxx gets up. Guillermo rolls out of the ring to get a breather. He hits The Maxx with a running big boot. He falls to the mat but gets back up. Casimiro charges at The Maxx again, this time hitting him with a spear. Casimiro gets up onto the turnbuckles of a neutral corner and waits for The Maxx to get up. He does, and Casimiro jumps off hitting him with a diving corkscrew European uppercut. Both men get up, and Casimiro grabs The Maxx from behind. Suddenly, Bon Jovi runs into the ring and charges at Casimiro with a clothesline. However, Casimiro ducks, hitting The Maxx with a falling reverse DDT at the same time. Casimiro gets up and turns around. Bon Jovi spins around, trying to hit Casimiro with a roundhouse kick. However, Casimiro ducks, stands up, and picks up Bon Jovi in an electric chair position. Bon Jovi suddenly rolls Casimiro up into a victory roll. However, the ref alerts him that he isn’t the legal man. This allows Casimiro to roll over Bon Jovi. However, again, Bon Jovi isn’t the legal man. Suddenly, The Maxx rushes up, bounces off the ropes, and charges at Casimiro for a shining wizard. Unfortunately for The Maxx, Casimiro rolls back onto the mat, and he hits Bon Jovi. Bon Jovi falls back onto the mat. The Maxx looks on in horror. Suddenly, Casimiro kips up, kicks The Maxx in the stomach, and hits him with an inverted facelock neckbreaker.*

Tom: Memories Of My Melancholy Whores! Casimiro is really cleaning house.

Jeannie: I’d like to be one of Casimiro’s melancholy whores.

Tom: Don’t you have to get paid for sex to be a whore? And, in your case, that…

Jeannie: Okay, let’s don’t go there!

*Casimiro gets up. Bon Jovi also gets up, holding his face. Suddenly, Casimiro charges at Bon Jovi and hits him with a reverse lungblower.*

Tom: 100 Years Of Solitude!

Jeannie: I wonder if we have to pay money to Gabriel Garcia Marquez.

Tom: I don’t know. I’m just trying to call the match.

Jeannie: Well, excuse me for bringing some levity into the commentary!

*Casimiro gets up again. Suddenly, The Maxx gets up and comes running at him. However, Casimiro catches him on his shoulders and then drops him to the mat with a cross-legged Samoan driver. He then covers The Maxx for a pin.*

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*Bon Jovi breaks up the count.*

Tom: Magical Realism to The Maxx almost gets a three count, but Bon Jovi saves his partner.

Jeannie: Magical Realism, eh? *pause* I got nothing. Why can’t these wrestlers give me something to work with?

*The Maxx picks up Casimiro, punching him the whole time. Then, he backs Casimiro into the ropes and whips him across the ring. The Maxx backs into the ropes and bounces off of them as Casimiro bounces off the opposite ropes. The Maxx goes for a clothesline. Casimiro ducks. They both run to the ropes, bounce off of them, and come charging at each other. Suddenly, Guillermo slides back into the ring. This is not good for The Maxx as he is hit with a clothesline from Guillermo and a spear from Casimiro.*

Tom: Hey Macarena! Broken Hearts from the Latin Lovers breaks The Maxx’s heart!

Jeannie: They probably also broke a rib as well.

*The Lovers get up. Suddenly, Bon Jovi comes out of nowhere and hits Casimiro with a wheel kick, sending him to the outside. He gets up and is met with a superkick from Guillermo. Bon Jovi falls back into the ropes and bounces off of them. Guillermo kicks him Bon Jovi in the stomach, bends him over, and picks him up in a powerbomb position. Casimiro gets up on the outside and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He jumps off, and the Lovers hit Bon Jovi with a diving bulldog/alley oop combo.*

Tom: The Epic Love Poem takes out Bon Jovi!

Jeannie: Looks like Bon Jovi isn’t going to Have A Nice Day.

Tom: Not only was that bad, but you used one of Bon Jovi lesser quality songs.

Jeannie: Well, it was better than one of your damn exclamations.

Tom: Hey! My mom works hard on those!

*The Lovers pick up Bon Jovi and throw him out of the ring. Suddenly, The Maxx comes charging at them, but they catch him with a double hip toss. He gets up, however. But, the Lovers stop him with a double superkick. The Maxx falls back into the ropes and bounces off of them. They catch The Maxx and hit him with a double DDT. Then, they get up. Casimiro rolls The Maxx over, grabs his legs, and swings him over with a wheelbarrow suplex. Just before he hits the mat, Guillermo grabs The Maxx’s neck and hits him with a neckbreaker. Guillermo gets up and exits the ring as Casimiro covers The Maxx.*

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*Bon Jovi rushes back into the ring and breaks up the count.*

Tom: Bon Jovi save his partner from the three count after The Maxx gets hit with the Fool For Love.

Jeannie: Damn! I thought he was out for good. I guess Bon Jovi is just as resilient as the band.

Tom: What is that suppose to mean?

Jeannie: They’ve survived countless changes in musical trends and Jon Bon Jovi’s acting career, and this Bon Jovi is still standing after getting beat up by the Lovers.

*Bon Jovi stomps on Casimiro several times. The ref yells at Bon Jovi, and he argues back. This distracts Bon Jovi, and Guillermo runs into the ring and hits Bon Jovi with a running single knee facebreaker. Bon Jovi hits the mat and rolls out of the ring. He gets up on the outside while Guillermo gets up in the ring. Suddenly, Guillermo runs to the ropes, bounces off of them, runs across the ring, jumps over the top rope with a no-handed suicide senton dive, and lands on Bon Jovi. Guillermo gets up, and he and Bon Jovi start fighting on the outside. As all of this has transpired, The Maxx has made his way to his team’s corner and has been untying the top turnbuckle cover. Casimiro gets up and sees The Maxx in the corner. He gets up and charges at The Maxx. The Maxx pulls the turnbuckle cover off, but Casimiro hits him in the back of the head with a running big boot, sending him face first into the exposed turnbuckle. The Maxx staggers back out of the corner. Casimiro grabs him, locks him into an Argentine backbreaker, and suddenly hits him with a rolling Argentine backbreaker slam. The ref turns around just in time to see Casimiro covering The Maxx.*

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3! *The bell rings, The Latin Lovers’ music plays, and the crowd cheers.*

Finkel: Here are your winners—THE LATIN LOVERS!

Tom: The Latin Lovers win the match thanks to the Ode To Catalina!

Jeannie: Yeah, but they cheated! Casimiro kicked The Maxx’s head right into the exposed turnbuckle!

Tom: But it was The Maxx who removed the turnbuckle cover in the first place!

Jeannie: So what!? Casimiro was the one who used! He cheated! And, he could have disfigured The Maxx as well! This is one Latin Lover victory that I’m not happy about!

*Casimiro exits the ring, and he and Guillermo make their way to the backstage area. Bon Jovi rolls back into the ring and starts arguing with the ref, having seen what transpired. However, the ref just tells him that he didn’t what Casimiro did to The Maxx beforehand.*

Tom: Bon Jovi and The Maxx are obviously upset about this loss!

Jeannie: You got that right! This is not over between these two teams, I can tell you that!

[Jett Ripley]

Tom: Our next match is for the Undisputed W*I*G Women’s title.

Jeannie: Wake me when it’s over.

Tom: Jeannie, this is Fannie Package’s first title defense!

Jeannie: Is she defending against a man?

Tom: No, of course not!

Jeannie: …Wake me when it’s over.

Tom: *sigh* Anyway, this match was set up during the last edition of Stone’s Quarry. Fannie laid out a challenge to Lana de la Croix as a way of mending fences after Fannie eliminated Lana from the women’s battle royal at Attrition.

*The house lights dim as Tom Jones’ “Witch Queen of New Orleans” comes over the speakers. Blue and gold lights flood the arena and the curtain parts, revealing the challenger, Lana de la Croix. Lana steps out, wearing her usual sleeveless, blue-and-white one piece vinyl singlet. Her normal ring attire is subtly altered, however; the pants now have silver fleurs-de-lis on the thighs, and the blue kickpads above her boots bear the legend “de la Croix” in all caps. Her waist-length red hair is pulled up in a single braid which is twisted around itself so that it hangs at about her shoulder blades.
Lana comes down the ramp alone tonight—it seems that Chaz decided it would be in everyone’s best interest if he allowed the two ladies in his posse to stand on their own tonight.*

Finkel: The following match is scheduled for one-fall, and is for the W*I*G Undisputed Women’s Championship! Introducing first the challenger--making her way to the ring from Bayou L’Ourse, Louisiana. She weighs in tonight at 111 pounds…LANA DE LA CRRRRRRROIX!

*The crowd gives Lana a fairly warm welcome, having seen her hold her own in her previous matches, even if she didn’t come out on top. Once down the ramp, Lana climbs the steps and slips between the second and third ropes. She stands, checking her wrist tape and adjusting her elbow pads as she waits for her opponent.*

*A bass- and drum-heavy remix of Nelly Furtado’s “Maneater” hits the speakers and the crowd cheers loudly as the current Undisputed W*I*G Women’s Champion, Fannie Package, appears at the top of the ramp. Dressed in leather and leopard-print, her skin darkened further by a slathering of fake tan, yet glistening with a coating of baby oil, Fannie cuts an impressive figure. She has the two belts which comprise the Women’s Championship draped over her massive shoulders, her frizzy curls pulled back in a severe ponytail. She smiles at the warm reception from the fans and slowly makes her way down to ringside. This is her moment, and she’s enjoying every minute of it.*

Finkel: Now introducing the W*I*G Undisputed Women’s Champion--from San Francisco, California! She weighs in tonight at 289 pounds…FANNIE PAAAAAAACKAGE!

*Fannie hands her twin belts to the referee and nods to Lana, who gives the imposing woman a shy smile in return. While the ref displays the belts and then remits them to the care of the timekeeper, Fannie steps closer and her husky voice is picked up by the mic on the camera nearest the ring as she speaks to Lana--*

Fannie: I just want to say that right now, it’s about the title. I’m going to do everything I can to win this match, and I expect you to do the same. Fair?

Lana: Ah undahstan’, Fannie. Don’ worry ‘bout me.

*The ref steps between the two women and signals for the bell. Both women adopt their natural fighting stances--Fannie tenses slightly, her eyes locked on the slight figure in front of her, her hands up and ready to deliver a blow as soon as necessary; Lana, on the other hand, is wisely keeping her distance as she looks over her friend across the ring.*

Tom: And this match is underway! These two women know each other very well, Jeannie.

Jeannie: Um, ew?

Tom: …That’s not what I meant and you know it. They faced each other as part of the ten-woman battle royal at Attrition where Fannie won the Undisputed Women’s Title, and Fannie has been instrumental in Lana’s training since the latter came to W*I*G.

Jeannie: *obnoxiously fake yawn*

Tom: And it looks like these two ladies are going to lock up here…Lana might want to think twice.

*Lana probably should, but that isn’t stopping her. Fannie raises her hand in classic style and Lana takes it, having to reach on tiptoe to grasp the hand which is almost comically larger than her own. The two have a test of strength that doesn’t last long at all, for Fannie could easily crush the tiny hand enveloped in hers--she instead opts to break her grip and shoves Lana back with some force. Lana flies back and nearly through the ropes, but manages to catch herself, more startled than anything.*

Tom: Amazing strength from Fannie Package!

Jeannie: It’s not that amazing. I could shove Lana--hell, Tom…YOU could shove Lana.

Tom: Well, I--hey! *silently fumes for a moment* And Fannie is giving Lana little time to recover, and I don’t know if Lana has full use of her right hand at the moment after trying her luck.

*Full use or not, Lana is doing her damnedest to stand toe to toe with the Women’s champion. As Fannie lunges at her, Lana uses her superior speed to dash under one massive arm and get behind Fannie. As Lana passes the larger woman, she grabs Fannie around the wrist--it takes both of Lana’s hands to fully span it. She attempts an arm wrench, only to have it go precisely nowhere.*

Tom: Lana going for a Charivari, it seems, but she can’t get Fannie down!

Jeannie: What does she expect? Fannie’s roughly three of her.

Tom: You have to credit Lana for trying--

Jeannie: No, I don’t.

*Lana tries again for the arm wrench, putting all her weight into it. Fannie looks down at her, a look of amused patience on her face. As Lana goes for the third attempt, however, Fannie seems to have had enough of it and twists her arm back to a normal position while still in Lana’s grip. Lana’s face changes from gritted determination to worry in the instant it takes for Fannie to scoop her up and over her head. Fannie easily presses Lana over her several times, looking as though it’s no more effort than picking up a small child. Fannie’s nonchalance is in distinct contrast to the near panic on Lana’s face, for Lana knows as well as anyone what’s coming next. Sure enough, on the next press, Fannie steps out from under her opponent, letting Lana grab at air as she falls flat on the mat.*

Jeannie: Oof…that had to knock the wind out of Lana…it’d be like falling out of a small tree.

Tom: You’re not kidding, Jeannie! And now Fannie is taking the opportunity to show off her impressive physique to the crowd.

Jeannie: She should go ahead and end this. I want to see some hot men, and you could count to thirty while Lana lays there.

*Lana seems determined to prove Jeannie wrong, however. She slowly makes her way back to her knees and then her feet. Fannie isn’t watching her, and this gives Lana the opportunity she needs. She runs back and throws herself against the ropes, launching herself at Fannie’s turned back. She lands a well-placed drop kick on the rear of Fannie’s knee, causing the champion to stumble forward, off-balance. Lana is quick to capitalize--when Fannie turns around to face Lana, the small Cajun is no longer there. She’s on the turnbuckle behind her opponent and, before Fannie realizes what’s just occurred, Lana has a figure-four necklock applied and is putting all her weight on Fannie’s substantial neck.*

Tom: Lana giving Fannie a taste of her own medicine with that figure four necklock! Lana calls this move the Savoy Knot, and she seems to have taken the upper hand, at least momentarily.

Jeannie: *darkly* It can’t last.

*It seems that this time, Jeannie’s prediction is on key. The ref is implementing a five count on Lana, but he needn’t have bothered. Fannie manages to power up off the ropes, pulling Lana with her. When Fannie stands, Lana’s straddling her shoulders, looking for all the world like an unwilling participant in a chicken fight. Fannie reaches up and grabs Lana by her catsuit, intending to flapjack her.*

Tom: This is looking bad for the challenger! Fannie has Lana in a precarious position and--wait, out of nowhere, Lana reverses into a victory roll!

*The ref drops down for the count and gets to one and a half before Fannie power kicks out, nearly sending Lana flying again. Before she can go far, however, Fannie is on her feet again. Fannie looks rather surprised at Lana’s gumption and gives her a nod before getting back to business. She grabs Lana and pulls her into a bear hug; in this case, a burlesque of their normal rapport. It’s no effort at all for Fannie to pull Lana off the ground and squeeze harder, forcing the air out of the challenger’s lungs and possibly bruising some ribs in the process. It could easily become a submission hold, but Fannie instead drops her friend to the ground, possibly out of a desire not to force Lana into a give up.*

*Lana doesn’t stand immediately, probably because she’s busy trying to remember how to breathe again. So Fannie picks her foe off of the ground, intent on doing further damage. Taking her time, the champion bounces off of the ropes with no great speed and charges toward the apparently still-groggy Lana with a clothesline, not expecting to take the brunt of her opponent’s heel to her own skull. However, a swift Koppo Kick from the Cajun ensures that this takes place. Fannie is not felled by the shot, but certainly is stunned. *

*Lana wastes no time, crashing into Fannie with a spinning forearm smash. The move only serves to further stagger Fannie, but that's all Lana needs at this juncture. When Fannie turns her back, Lana takes further opportunity, leaping onto the ropes and springing off without looking back. Taking a leap of faith has proved to be beneficial before, and it does now, as Lana lands square on Fannie's back with a moonsault double foot stomp off the top rope. This shot is what causes Fannie to stumble to the ground after a few steps off-balance. Fannie, on her hands and knees now, is trying to catch her breath from the dizzying pace Lana is setting at present. Lana walks over and stands on Fannie's back. The crowd swells for Lana as she plays to them, albeit hesitantly. She then jumps upwards and does a backflip, crashing into Fannie again with both knees in her back--a shooting star knee drop off the victim. *

Tom: What a manu--I mean, impressive show of athletic ability from Lana!

Jeannie: Nice catch, Vince.

Tom: Hey, Jeannie…shut up!

*Once she has Fannie flat on the mat, however, Lana faces the problem of getting the champion on her back for the pin. Her best hope is to attempt to shove Fannie over, but this proves futile. Before Lana can get enough momentum behind her efforts to make any appreciable headway, Fannie is to her hand and knees, and is wary of any more kicks from her indefatigable challenger. She pushes Lana, who is still kneeling, onto the mat and then shoves herself back to a standing position. Lana jumps up, face to face…or rather, face to broad chest, with Fannie.*

*Fannie, while not usually the quickest on the draw, is nonetheless the veteran of this encounter; she moves first, grabbing Lana’s arm and pulling her in for a lariat. Lana manages to duck this, but isn’t so lucky the second go ‘round. Fannie smacks Lana hard in the back, then takes her in with a back chancery. Fannie looks for a German suplex, but Lana counters by wrapping her legs around Fannie's midsection as she lifts. As Fannie continues to lift, Lana counters with a sharp elbow to the temple, thrown wildly in hopes of connecting with something, anything. Fannie drops her opponent, but Lana stays hooked about her midsection. Lana catches herself with her hands and pushes up quickly, transitioning into a headlock. The force of gravity brings both women to the ground--Lana on her rear, Fannie as the victim of a bulldog. The two women separate for a bit as both take a moment to recover. Lana is to her feet first and charges a just-now-standing Fannie, but Fannie instinctively picks the smaller woman off the ground with ease and rattles her existence with a powerslam. The crowd winces sympathetically as Fannie goes for the seemingly academic pin.*

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Tom: Somehow, Lana is still in this! She’s got incredible spirit to hang in there after all this punishment. Jeannie, I--Jeannie!

Jeannie: *slips a magazine under her notes* Yeah, it’s incredible!

Tom: You really think so?

Jeannie: Sure! I haven’t fallen asleep yet, and the only men I have to look at are the ref and you…I guess.

*Lana has indeed kicked out, though just how is anyone's guess. Fannie relents and picks Lana back up, likely for another massive slam. Before she gets the chance, though, Lana ducks out of Fannie's grip. As Fannie stumbles forth a bit, Lana steps upon her beefy leg and smashes a leg of her own into Fannie's temple, staggering the mammoth of a woman again. This gives Lana the time she needs to lock in a cravate. Fannie seems...unimpressed, and proceeds to show as such by shouldering the smaller woman and prepping for a back suplex. Lana gets the favor of gravity again, though, as she leans forward just enough to fall forwards, then curl under the avalanche of Fannie-mass that rumbles forth as she hits the mat from the snapmare. Fannie, now seated on the mat, gets no rest from her foe, as Lana follows that with a big-time dropkick to the back of the skull that snaps into the air with great force. The blow causes Fannie to flop backwards. Lana keeps moving, building up the kinetic energy she needs to win and capitalizing on the recent string of moves with a sudden slide to the side and a standing moonsault. The impact causes Fannie to exhale sharply, and Lana stays in a lateral press for the pin.*

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*Fannie escapes the pinfall again, this time, for all intents and purposes, bench-pressing the comparatively tiny Lana off her! Fannie performs a few reps with Lana before, once again, dropping her. This isn't quite as damaging as Lana's earlier drop from over Fannie's head, but it still takes a slight toll. Lana is getting onto all fours when Fannie scoops her up again in a Pumphandle position. Lana's back is against Fannie's chest. Fannie swings Lana up onto her shoulder. Fannie is about to slam Lana, but the wiry de la Croix manages to escape, slipping down Fannie's back and delivering another kick to the back of Fannie's left leg. Fannie stumbles forward again and Lana tries to take advantage with a Sleeper Hold. Fannie, though, is apparently thinking ahead. She runs towards a corner, carrying Lana on her back. Fannie turns seconds before reaching the corner & she crushes Lana between her body and the turnbuckles!*

Tom: Ouch! Lana gets squashed between the turnbuckles and roughly 290lbs of solid muscle!

Jeannie: That wrestling twiglet should count herself lucky she's still conscious after that!

*Fannie drags a rather crumpled Lana out of the corner and lifts her up for a Powerbomb. Lana is not quite out yet, though. She punches Fannie on the head several times and tries to take her over with a Hurricarana. Lana isn't very successful though. She only manages to get herself draped down in front of Fannie, as if in position to receive a Ganso Bomb, rather than taking the larger woman down. Lana manages to correct herself and maneuver herself so that she is sitting up on Fannie's shoulders again. Lana throws another few punches at Fannie's head to daze the over-sized muscle-woman. Fannie stumbles slightly, getting closer to the ropes. At that point, Lana attempts the Hurricarana again, managing to save herself by grasping the top rope at the right moment, but causing Fannie to overbalance so she tips out over the ropes and onto the floor. Fannie quickly recovers from hitting the floor, but she is then surprised by Lana launching herself over the top rope and hitting a Plancha onto her!*

*Lana realizes that she may have made a crucial error when she tries to lift Fannie to get her back into the ring. Fannie's cumbersome is much too large for her to lift. She looks up at the referee who can only shrug. He gives Lana a bit of leeway, but he's eventually left with little option but to start counting both women out. Lana tries to revive Fannie. Fannie stirs slightly as Lana just shakes her. Fannie, not wanting the match to end in a count-out, and Lana, wanting to win the match as well as the Undisputed W*I*G Women's Championship, roll into the ring at the same time, ending the referee's count. Both ladies re-assume their fighting stances, though both are clearly hurt a bit more than they were when they initially faced off.*

*Lana, realizing exactly what kind of strategy worked for her before takes another run at Fannie. Fannie manages to scout Lana and nails her with a brutal looking one-armed Spinebuster. Fannie rolls over into a cover...*

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SHOULDER UP!

*Though the move clearly took its toll on Lana, she's still got some fight left in her. She sits up, looking very dazed, her eyes rolling about. She shakes her head to regain her bearings. Fannie picks Lana up by the hair, trying to lift her up or so it seems. But Lana fights back as best she can. She slaps Fannie's arm away and clocks her with a Spinning Forearm Shot. The blow does little but stagger Fannie slightly. Lana hits the ropes and performs a Handspring Back Elbow, cracking Fannie in the face again. Again, the attack has only a minimal effect. Fannie still won't go down. Lana takes a few steps back then flips over hitting a Carousel finally forcing Fannie down. Lana makes a cover, hooking Fannie's massive leg as she does so.*

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KICKOUT!

*Fannie powers out of the pinfall yet again. Lana is getting a little exasperated at this point. Fannie stands up again and Lana brushes a few strands of hair back out of her own face. The two lock-up again and Fannie is taken by surprise again as Lana traps her with a Small Package...*

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KICKOUT!

Tom: Fannie Package nearly...

Jeannie: If you make a lame joke about "Fannie Package nearly losing to a Small Package", I swear I'm going to stab you!

*Fannie and Lana face off again. Neither one wanting to show any weakness though both are visibly weary. Fannie stands with her hands resting on her knees and Lana is huffing and puffing a little bit. Fannie tries for another Clothesline on Lana which the smaller woman ducks. Lana then leaps up and grabs Fannie for a neckbreaker. With Fannie downed. at least for the time being, Lana heads in the direction of the top rope again. Lana seems to be aiming for the "Fleur de Lis", but Fannie is already back on her feet again. Lana looks back and sees Fannie approaching, not wanting her rope-climbing efforts to have gone to waste, Lana executes a Moonsault on the standing Miss Package. The full impact of the move causes Fannie to be taken down yet again.*

Tom: If Fannie was expecting little challenge from Lana this match must have taken her by surprise.

*The ref slides in to count...*

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FANNIE SITS UP!

*Fannie manages to use her power to sit right up as Lana lays across the upper part of her torso. Fannie is now holding Lana in a sort of Tombstone Piledriver position. Fannie stands right up with Lana slung over her shoulder and gives her a Gut Buster followed by a Running Power Slam. Fannie stands up again, picking Lana up by the head. Fannie clamps her insanely huge thighs around Lana's head which seems to quickly disappear in a sea of muscle. Fannie cinches her legs as tightly as possible around Lana's head!*

Jeannie: Wow! She can give great head... scissors!

Tom: Ugh! Even by my standards that was terrible! Like, Post-2002 Jerry Lawler terrible!

*Lana can be seen frantically waving her arms and kicking her legs while Fannie has her legs wrapped around her, completely blocking Lana's vision. Fannie is much too heavy for Lana to drag anywhere, so Lana takes a chance and reaches out one of her long legs as far as she possibly can. She just barely manages to get the tips of her toes to touch the bottom rope and the referee orders Fannie to break the hold. Fannie does so without any fuss.*

Tom: Wow. That was a close call for Lana. A few inches more into the ring and she would've been tapping out.

*Fannie stands back, looking Lana up and down, not quite sure of what to do. The two women lunge at each other again, locking up in a Collar-and-Elbow Tie-Up. Fannie manages to over-power Lana, obviously and push her down to the mat. Fannie then picks Lana up again and, with shocking speed, tosses her right back over head with a variation of Hernandez's "Crackerjack". Lana goes sailing over the top rope again, not by her choice this time. Fannie follows Lana out on to the floor. She grabs the ragin' Cajun by the hair, just as Lana is beginning to stand again. Lana throws a few elbows at Fannie's abs. This causes Fannie to loosen her grip. Lana aims a Rolling Elbow shot at Fannie, but Fannie blocks it and clubs Lana in the back of the head. Fannie then lifts Lana right up with a Military Press, parading around the outside of the ring with her and doing a few reps to the crowd's amusement and amazement.*

Tom: Fannie Package is repeatedly pressing Lana de la Croix... and she makes it look so effortless!

Jeannie: I probably wouldn't have a problem lifting something that was significantly less than half my own bodyweight either.

Tom: So you could lift something that weighs one hundred and eighty...?

Jeannie: Oh, shut up Tom!

*Fannie carries Lana back over toward the ring and throws her in between the top and middle rope. Fannie enters the ring shortly after. Fannie flashes another muscular pose for the fans, some of whom cheer and some of whom boo, viewing it as a display of arrogance. When she turns around to face Lana, Fannie eats a boot to the face as Lana nails her with a Savate Kick. Fannie drops to the mat, but Lana isn't satisfied that she'll remain down. Lana grabs Fannie by the hair and drags a her back to her feet. Lana places Fannie in position for the "Bayou Blast", but she can barely even get Fannie to budge. Fannie powers out of the facelock Lana has her in and she shoots Lana off to the ropes. On the rebound, Fannie catches Lana and performs something akin to a Tilt-A-Whirl spin, but Lana manages to force all her weight onto Fannie's head and neck and counter into a DDT!*

Tom: LANA NAILS FANNIE WITH A DDT OUT OF NOWHERE! This could be it for Fannie as Undisputed Women's Champion!

Lana: It looks as though performing the move took just as much out of Lana is taking the move did to Fannie, though.

*Lana crawls slowly over to where Fannie lies and takes her time trying to get an arm up to drape across Fannie's chest. Lana, eventually, gets a single arm over Fannie's chest and the referee moves in to count...*

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SHOULDER UP!

*Lana is astonished! She sits up looking down over Fannie who now lies on her side on the mat. Lana is looking a little exasperated at this juncture. She kneels next to Fannie, her hands resting on her thighs. Lana stands up again. She grabs Fannie by the hair, trying to bring the massively muscled miss to her feet for another go 'round. Fannie throws one of her thick forearms and catches Lana in the face with a devastating looking blow. Lana staggers back a bit, completely dazed. Fannie whips Lana off to the ropes again. This time, Lana manages to get her bearings and she leaps onto Fannie trying to trap her with a Crucifix Pin. Lana manages to catch Fannie slightly off balance and take her down...*

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FANNIE STANDS UP!

Tom: WOW! What a display of strength by Fannie Package, rolling through the Crucifix and standing right up with Lana still clutching on to her arms!

*Fannie manages to lift her arms up slightly, despite her opponents best efforts, until Lana is nestled behind Fannie's head. Fannie is able to rack Lana while she is in this position, her enormous 23 inch biceps managing to break the hold Lana had her in. Fannie cranks on Lana a few times, nearly bending her comparatively tiny opponent in two before spinning her around and slamming her to the mat with the "Dirty Little Secret"! The ref slides over to make the count...*

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DING-DING-DING!

*That re-mixed version of "Maneater" starts to play again as Finkel makes the announcement official.*

Finkel: Here is your winner and STILL the Undisputed W*I*G Women's Champion... FANNIE PACKAGE!

Tom: She did it! Fannie Package manages to eke out a win in her first title defense!

Jeannie: Because she picked the tiniest woman on the roster to defend against, genius! I could've done that!

*The referee raises Fannie's arm in victory and she's beaming proudly, even though she had to pin one of her best friends. Fannie helps Lana, who still looks a little dazed, to her feet and also raises her arm. The audience gives a huge ovation. The two women embrace in the ring before the referee hands over both the GND Title and the W*I*G Women's Title to Fannie.*

Tom: These two women have earned the respect of everybody in the W*I*G-Sphere tonight! That was a great match and what a display of sportsmanship.

*Fannie holds the belts aloft, one in each hand before flexing her huge arms and allowing the belts to slide back down to rest on her shoulders. Fannie continues to keep an arm around Lana as the pair leave the ring. When they reach the top of the ramp, both Fannie and Lana turn back to face the audience once more, holding each other's arms aloft.*

[Jett Ripley]

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*"Stairway to Heaven" begins to play & the crowd are cheering for the classic rock tune, regardless of who or what it may entail. After quite some time, there's still no sign of any activity at the entrance way. The song goes on & on & still there's not even a twitch at the curtains. Some of the audience have taken this time to wander off & get snacks or head outside for a smoke. After approximately 6 & a half minutes of the song, there's finally movement at the top of the ramp, though not an entirely welcome one. The craptacular Timmy Barnes stumbles out from the back & the audience reacts with total apathy.*

Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, being accompanied by the legendary Archiblad Barnes, from Manhattan, New York, weighing in at 229lbs, he is "The Modern Classic"... TIMMY... BAAAARRRRRNNNNES!!!

*The audience emits a collective yawn as Timmy walks down the aisle trying to high-five ringside fans who don't offer their hands out, so he winds up slapping some fans in the face & knocking over drinks & such as he goes past.*

Tom: The 20 year-old grandson of Archibald Barnes made quite an impact in W*I*G last month when he attacked Gigantor Maximus & helped his own grandfather get the victory.

Jeannie: Like attacking Gigantor Maximus is a big deal! And he's coming out by himself! There's no sign of Archibald Barnes! Nice one, Finkel!

Tom: It's a huge deal! Gigantor Maximus is the larges...

Jeannie: NO! DON'T START THAT AGAIN!

*"China White" by The Scorpions begins playing & the W*I*G-Screen goes black as white letters followed by black & white images flash across it...*

Tonight

The legacy of the Barnes dynasty

Will come to an end.

There is only one individual with the power necessary to destroy it!

GIGANTOR MAXIMUS!

*The lights in the arena drop, focussing at the top of the entrance ramp. Dry Ice is pumped out & a silhouette is seen against the smoke. Gigantor Maximus emerges from the fog. He has a chain wrapped around his neck, he holds one end of the chain in each hand. He stomps down the ramp, shaking his arms & rattling his chain as much as he can. Gigantor stomps on down the ramp, roaring as he goes.*

Teh Finkz0rz!1!1!!: And introducing his opponent, from the Land of the Giants, standing 7 feet, 11 inches tall; weighing in 578lbs... He is the largest competitor in Wrestling's Innovative Genesis! He is GIGAN~TOOOOOOOR... MAAAAAX~IMUUUUUUUS!

*The audience sniggers at Gigantor as he stomps down the ramp trying to look as big & menacing as possible. Of course, as always, he has problems trying to step over the top rope. He has to clamber up over it using the ropes as a ladder of sorts, upon getting over the top he falls into the ring flat on his face. Ignoring this, Gigantor still lets out a roar as he stomps around rattling his chain.*

Tom: The huge Gigantor Maximus is searching for vengeance after Timmy Barnes robbed him of victory last month. This is has chance to finally establish himself amongst the elite competitors here in W*I*G.

Jeannie: Shutupshutupshutupshutupshutup...

DING-DING!

*The crowd boos loudly for this utter waste of time as Timmy & Gigantor circle each other. Timmy nearly stumbles over his own feet. He notices his untied boot-laces & bends over to tie them.*

Tom: Despite his young age, Timmy Barnes clearly has a well-developed ring instinct.

Jeannie: He didn't even have his... Oh Geeze!

*As Timmy fixes his laces, Gigantor attacks, kicking Timmy right in the butt! Despite the feeble nature of Gigantor's kick, Timmy still goes flying a fair distance, landing on his chin, his ass still right up in the air. Gigantor approaches again & repeatedly kicks Timmy in the ass as he tries to get up.*

Tom: What a brutal assault from Gigantor Maximus! But Timmy is the best pure athlete in W*I*G. I'm sure he can rally back!

Jeannie: Do you know how long ago this ceased to be funny?

*Timmy finally manages to stand again & Gigantor tries to lift him for a Body Slam. Gigantor, to everyone's amazement is actually able to lift Timmy, but he is able to hold him for only a nanosecond before he falls backwards, Timmy's weight causing him to topple over. Timmy has inadvertently landed a standing Crossbody on Gigantor...*

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DING-DING-DING!

The Fink: Here is your winner... TIMMY BARNES!

*"Stairway to Heaven" begins to play again as the referee moves in to raise Timmy's arm in victory. Timmy jumps up & down excitedly as though he had just won the W*I*G World Heavyweight Championship.*

Jeannie: What the hell was that crap?

Tom: Incredibly, Timmy Barnes, in his first-EVER match has defeated Gigantor Maximus!

Jeannie: That was even stupider than Gigantor's matches normally are.

Tom: What drama as the comparatively tiny Barnes manages to beat the near 8-feet tall giant!

Jeannie: Put a damn sock in it, Tom!

*Timmy runs a victory lap around the ring, still trying to high-five fans who want nothing to do with him. Timmy runs up the ramp still leaping with joy as he holds his arms up & the crowd goes mild! Finally, Archibald Barnes comes shiffling out from behind the curtain before Timmy ushers him back behind it.*

Tom: This young man has a fantastic future in his... future...

Jeannie: Smooooooth. Can we just move on to the next match & forget that this total abortion ever happened?

[Jett Ripley]

Howard Finkel: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is a First Blood Match.

*Damien Blood’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=_z-hEyVQDRA

Finkel: Introducing first, coming down the aisle, at 6 feet, weighing in at 240 pounds, from Tokyo, Japan—DAMIEN BLOOD.

*Damien comes out to the boos of the crowd. He has a devilish grin on his face. Damien is wearing a black headband, a black kimono robe, blood red tights with the Rambo knife on each leg, blood red wrist tape, and black boots with a red cross on. He walks down to the ring and enters it. Damien takes off his robe and headband and hands them to the timekeeper on the outside.*

Tom Bailey: It is now time for the First Blood match. And, this one could end quickly.

Jeannie Lawless: That all depends on how focused James “Magnum” Constance can stay during this match.

Tom: And, I wonder if Nicole Michaels or TNT is going to play a role in the match.

Jeannie: We’re just gonna have to see.

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

Finkel: Introducing first, coming down the aisle, at 6 feet 2 inches, weighting in at 245 pounds, from Honolulu Hawaii, by way of Detroit, Michigan—JAMES “MAGNUM” CONSTANCE.

*The music is playing, but James “Magnum” Constance doesn’t come out. The crowd still pops, but that soon dies down as the fans begin to wonder where Magnum is. Damien looks confused and starts asking the referee what’s going on. But, the ref doesn’t have a clue. Suddenly, Magnum comes running out from the crowd, hops over the guardrail, slides into the ring, and attacks Damien from behind. The crowd goes wild for Magnum’s sneak attack. Magnum is wearing sunglasses, a Detroit Tigers cap, a Hawaiian shirt, yellow tropical floral design trunks, black knee pads, and black boots. He also has both of his fists taped. He punches Damien into a corner as the referee calls for the bell.*

Tom: Hot Damn! Magnum pulls off a Pearl Harbor on Damien Blood, coming out through the crowd and attacking him from behind.

Jeannie: That is smart! I don’t think Damien thought that Magnum would try a sneak attack. He figured Magnum would stick to a pattern, but Magnum changed up the game plan.

*Magnum unleashes a flurry of punches and knees to Damien. Then, he suddenly grabs Damien by his hair and throws him out of the corner with a hip toss. Damien lands in a sitting position, and Magnum viciously kicks him in the back. Magnum throws off his shirt, glasses, and cap. Then, he picks up Damien, places him onto the ropes, whips him across the ring, charges at Damien as he bounces off the opposite ropes, and hits him with a high knee strike. The ref picks up Magnum’s accessories and hands them to the timekeeper as Magnum backs into the ropes, bounces off of them, and hits Damien with a jumping knee drop. He then goes to work on Damien’s head, punching it over and over again.*

Tom: Nothing fancy about Magnum’s offense. He just going to work on Damien’s head.

Jeannie: Yeah, he’s just gonna soften Damien up for some weapon.

Tom: Hell, he’ll probably just keep pounding on Damien’s head until blood comes out.

Jeannie: I wouldn’t be surprised if you were right. Hell, Magnum has taped his fists for this match. I guess he really wants his punches to sting.

*Magnum keeps on pounding on Damien’s head. Then, he picks Damien up and throws him over the top rope. Damien lands on the floor with a hard thud. Magnum climbs up to the top turnbuckle and waits for Damien to get up. He does, and Magnum jumps off landing on Damien with a diving double axe handle. Magnum then walks over and grabs a steel chair. Damien gets up, turns around, and is wailed in the head by the chair from Magnum, knocking him back to the floor. The crowd cheers as Magnum lets out a primal scream.*

Tom: Well, it didn’t take long for the chairs to get into this match.

Jeannie: I’m actually surprised it didn’t happen sooner.

*Magnum swings the chair onto Damien’s back as he tries to crawl away. Magnum kicks Damien in the stomach, causing him to flip over onto his back. Then, Magnum lifts up the chair and drops it straight down onto Damien’s midsection. The audience lets out a groan. Then, Magnum places the chair onto Damien’s throat and pushes down on it, choking Damien. Damien struggles to get out, but there really is nowhere for him to go. After several seconds, Magnum removes the chair from Damien’s throat. He places it on the apron. Then, Magnum picks up Damien in a military press and then drops him onto the chair on the apron. The crowd groans as Damien falls onto his knees.*

Tom: Hotchie Motchie! Magnum drops Damien face first onto the steel chair on the apron!

Jeannie: It’s only gonna get worse after this. And, “Hotchie Motchie”? Seriously?

Tom: Shut up.

*Magnum picks up Damien and throws him into the ring. Magnum then enters the ring and picks up the chair. Damien gets up, turns around, and is met with another chair shot to the head. Magnum throws the chair down, jumps onto Damien with a senton, and unleashes a flurry of punches onto Damien. After about 20 punches, Magnum gets up and stomps on Damien’s head. Then, Magnum picks up Damien. He positions the chair in the spot he wants and then he places Damien in between his legs. Magnum attempts a piledriver, but Damien counters with a back body drop. Damien shakes his head and gets his bearings. Magnum lands on the mat in a sitting position. Then, Damien suddenly runs to the ropes, bounces off of them, runs across the ring, bounces off the other ropes, and charges at Magnum. However, Magnum surprises him with a drop toe hold, sending Damien face first onto the chair. The crowd cheers for Magnum’s counter.*

Tom: Damien blocks Magnum’s piledriver, and Magnum busts out his own counter, sending Damien onto the chair with a drop toe hold.

Jeannie: Magnum so far has Damien Blood off guard. If he keeps this up, then Magnum could easily end this match.

*Magnum moves over to Damien, grabs him by his hair, and smashes his face down onto the chair. He picks Damien’s head up and smashes it onto the chair again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again. Then, he picks up Damien’s head by his hair again and hits him with a forearm shot. Damien rolls over onto the mat. He looks to be out of it. In fact, it appears he might have a concussion. The referee checks on Damien. Magnum gets up and picks up the chair. He goes to hit Damien with it, but the referee stops him. The crowd boos as Magnum argues with the ref. They argue for a good few seconds. Eventually, Magnum gets fed up, shoves the ref down, and goes to hit Damien with the chair anyway. Suddenly, Damien springs to life, kicking Magnum in the crotch. Magnum bends over in pain, and Damien kicks the chair into his face, sending him falling back to the mat. The crowd groans and then boos as Damien gets up, smiling that devilish grin he has.*

Tom: Seven Brides For Seven Brothers! Damien Blood fakes a concussion to create a distraction with the ref, allowing him to kick that chair into Magnum’s face!

Jeannie: It appears Magnum’s intelligence at the beginning of this match turned into blind rage, which Damien has taken full advantage of.

*Magnum gets up on this hands and knees, shaking his head. Suddenly, Damien charges at Magnum and dropkicks him in the head. Magnum falls down onto his back. Damien gets up, grabs the chair, and smashes it onto Magnum’s head. Then, he jumps up and drops a leg right onto Magnum and the chair. He rolls over onto his face and just smiles at the crowd. They boo him mercilessly. Suddenly, Damien runs to the ropes, bounces off of them, charges at Magnum, and hits him with a baseball slide dropkick that sends him to the outside. Damien gets up and waits for Magnum to get up. He does, and Damien runs back across the ring, bounces off the ropes, jumps over the top rope with a no-handed plancha, and lands on Magnum.*

Tom: Now, Damien Blood is taking it to Magnum.

Jeannie: I’m surprised that Damien isn’t using more weapons. I figured that he’d be just as violent as Magnum has been.

Tom: Well, I’m surprised to see that you’re not making any sexual innuendos or comments during this match.

Jeannie: Well, this is a serious match, and I’m trying to take a serious approach.

Tom: That’s nice to hear.

Jeannie: Though, now that you mention it, Magnum does look sexy when he’s angry.

Tom: So much for the serious approach.

*The referee exits the ring to see when someone will bleed. Damien gets up and picks up Magnum. He slams Magnum chest first onto the steel guardrail. Then, Damien turns Magnum around and hits him with a vicious chop onto Magnum’s chest. “Woos” fill the arena. Then, Damien chops Magnum’s chest again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again. The audience can’t keep up. Magnum’s chest turns red as Damien hits with a 6 more chops. However, it isn’t bleeding. Damien knees Magnum in the stomach, pulls him from the guardrail by his hair, and hiptosses him into the steel steps. Magnum yells out in pain, and Damien just laughs and smiles. He then turns around, charges at Magnum and hits him with a knee to the stomach. Damien then picks Magnum up and throws him back into the ring. The referee reenters the ring and checks on Magnum. Meanwhile, Damien pulls up the ring apron and pulls out a toolbox. Suddenly, Damien jabs the toolbox into Magnum’s forehead.*

Tom: Holy Toledo! Damien Blood pulls out a toolbox and slams in into Magnum’s head!

Jeannie: If he keeps this up, then he’ll Magnum busted open in no time.

*Damien reenters the ring. Magnum rolls around on the mat. Damien grabs the toolbox down in the corner and opens it. He then pulls out a screwdriver. The crowd gasps, thinking that this match could be over before it really began. Damien holds the screwdriver, obviously planning on stabbing Magnum with it. He charges at Magnum, but Magnum surprises him with a drop toe hold. Damien hits the mat, with the screwdriver hitting his shoulder. The crowd cheers as Damien rolls out of the ring holding his shoulder.*

Tom: Thank God! Damien Blood almost stabs Magnum with the screwdriver. But, Magnum counters with a drop toe hold.

Jeannie: I wonder if Magnum is going to think about doing to Damien what he just tried to do.

Tom: I wouldn’t put it past him.

*Sure enough, Magnum gets up and grabs the screwdriver. He bends over the top rope, reaches out, grabs Damien by his hair, and pulls him up onto the apron. The crowd cheers as Magnum tries to stab Damien. Suddenly, Damien drops down, hitting Magnum with a hangman on the top rope. This causes Magnum to let go of the screwdriver. He also jumps up, holding his throat, and falls down to his knees. Damien falls to the floor. Then, he looks down and sees the screwdriver. He grabs it, climbs up onto the apron, and waits for Magnum to get up. He does, and Damien jumps onto the top rope and jumps off, looking to jab that screwdriver onto Magnum. However, Damien didn’t see Magnum grab the steel chair. He swings it around and knocks Damien out in midair. A “Holy Shit” chant breaks out in the crowd.*

Tom: OH MY GOD!!!! Damien was looking to spectacularly stab Magnum, but Magnum spectacularly stopped him with a steel chair!

Jeannie: If Damien was a baseball, he’d be outta here!

Tom: I think he may be outta this match now.

*Damien appears to be knocked out on the mat, but he eventually starts showing signs of life. Meanwhile, Magnum unfolds the chair and sets it up on the mat. Then, Magnum stomps on Damien a few times and picks him up. He then tries to drop Damien onto the steel chair with a back suplex. However, Damien manages to slip out of it. He grabs Magnum from behind and goes for a German suplex. However, Magnum manages to land on his feet. Suddenly, Damien surprises Magnum with a Pele kick. Magnum falls back into the ropes and bounces off of them. Damien gets up and catches Magnum with an armdrag. Magnum gets up onto his knees. Damien gets up and hits Magnum with an enziguiri that Magnum rolling out onto the apron. Damien then walks over to the ropes, reaches over them, and picks up Magnum. He places Magnum onto his shoulder and charges at the chair. Suddenly, Magnum slips off of Damien’s shoulder, grabs him from behind, picks him up, and drops him on the chair with a belly to back suplex. The crowds cheers as Damien flattens the chair and writhes around on the mat in pain, eventually rolling to the outside.*

Tom: Sweet Baby James! James “Magnum” Constance just dropped Damien Blood onto a steel chair with a belly to back suplex!

Jeannie: Good God! What more can he do to Damien!?

Tom: I’m sure we’re gonna find out.

Jeannie: I doubt it will be pretty.

*Magnum move onto the apron as Damien gets up onto his hands and knees. He jumps off and hits Damien with a diving knee drop to his back. Then, Magnum gets up, picks up Damien, and whips across the floor and into the steel guardrail. Magnum then walks over to the steel steps and picks up the top half. He charges at Damien and hits him with the steps, knocking him over the guardrail and into the crowd. Magnum drops the steps. Damien crawls away from the scene. Magnum climbs up onto the guardrail as Damien gets up and starts running away. However, Magnum jumps off and hits Damien from behind with a double axe handle. Damien falls to the floor. Soon, fans in the crowd jump up and crowd Damien and Magnum. However, the referee and security make the fans back off. Magnum grabs a chair from the crowd, folds it up, and waits for Damien to get up. He does, and Magnum blasts him with it.*

Tom: Now, Magnum and Damien are taking the fight into the crowd.

Jeannie: Those people in the back rows are happy now that they just got upgraded to a front row seat.

*Magnum throws the chair down and picks up Damien. Then, he throws Damien into the hockey rink-style guardrail. The crowd cheers him on as Magnum stomps on Damien and then starts choking him with his foot. After a few seconds, he lets up. Magnum then walks over to a security guard, grabs his pants, and tries to take off the guy’s belt. The security guard struggle, but Magnum punches him. The security guard goes down, and Magnum pulls off his belt. As this has been going on, Damien has been crawling away from Magnum. But, Magnum sees him, walks over to him, and whips him with the belt. The crowd cheers as Magnum pelts him with the belt several times.*

Tom: Magnum whipping Damien Blood like a government mule.

Jeannie: Bah Gawd! When did you turn into J.R.?

Tom: It’s a common saying.

Jeannie: Yeah. In WWE.

*Magnum keeps on whipping Damien’s back. Welts soon appear, but Damien is not bleeding. After a while, Magnum stops whipping Damien. He then takes the belt, wraps it around Damien’s neck, pulls it through the buckle, and chokes Damien with it. The crowd cheers Magnum on as Damien struggles to breathe. Magnum uses the belt to pull Damien up. Then, Magnum turns the belt around and drags Damien behind. Magnum picks up speed, whips Damien around, and sends him right into a brick wall. Magnum pulls Damien back up again. This time, he drags him back to the ringside area. Magnum picks up speed, whips Damien around as they get closer to the guardrail, and sends Damien flying over the guardrail. He lands onto the steps Magnum pulled up earlier. The audience lets out a groan.*

Tom: Good God! Magnum throws Damien over the guardrail with that belt, and he lands right on the steel steps that he used on Damien earlier!

Jeannie: These guys are going to need some serious time with the trainer after this match.

*Damien rolls off the steps and onto his knees. The referee climbs over the guardrail. Magnum just stands there, waiting for Damien to get up. He does, and Magnum climbs up onto the guardrail. Then, Magnum jumps off. However, Damien suddenly jumps and punches Magnum in the stomach. Magnum flips over and lands onto the floor. Damien quickly takes the belt off of his neck and throws it to the ground. Magnum gets up and charges at Damien, but Damien hits him with a dropkick, sending Magnum staggering back into the other steel steps. Damien gets up, looks around, and turns his attentions to the steel steps he just landed on. Damien walks over and grabs them. Magnum gets up and charges at Damien, hoping to stop him before he can use the steps. However, Damien turns around and throws the steps at Magnum. They hit Magnum and he falls to the floor. The audience lets out a groan and starts booing Damien.*

Tom: Bruce Almighty! Damien Blood just chucked those steel steps at Magnum!

Jeannie: Good God! Now Magnum could have a concussion!

Tom: Yeah, these two are just destroying each other’s brain cells.

Jeannie: Somebody’s gonna have to bleed soon. There’s just no way they can keep bashing on each other like this.

*Damien walks over to Magnum. He pulls the steel steps off of Magnum, lifts them up, and drops right onto Magnum’s stomach. Damien then lifts the steps up and drops them onto Magnum’s midsection again. Damien then picks up the steps and drops them onto Magnum for a third time. Then, Damien throws the steps down. He picks up Magnum and throws him into the ring. Damien climbs up onto the apron. He suddenly jumps onto the top ropes, jumps off, and lands on Magnum with a springboard 450° splash.*

Tom: The Blood Drop to Magnum after those shots with the steel steps.

Jeannie: It looks like Damien is trying to win this by making Magnum bleed internally.

*Damien gets up, smiling that devilish grin of his. Magnum writhes on the mat, holding his midsection. Damien then stomps on Magnum several times. Then, he picks up Magnum, bodyslams him back to the mat, and then hits Magnum in the stomach with a double judo chop. Damien picks up Magnum again. This time he hits Magnum with a backbreaker. Damien quickly picks Magnum up and hits him with a gutbuster. Damien then throws Magnum down to the mat; he writhes on the mat in pain.*

Tom: Now, Damien hits Magnum with Hemocyanin.

Jeannie: Damien really is working over the ribs and midsection.

*Damien grabs Magnum and lays him down flat on the mat. Then, he drops a knee onto Magnum’s stomach. Damien jumps of and drops a few more knees onto Magnum’s stomach. Then, he picks up Magnum, lifts him up in a gutwrench hold, and hits him with an overhead gutwrench backbreaker.*

Tom: Now, Damien hits Magnum with Hemophilia.

Jeannie: Damien Blood has changed up his game plan. He’s slowing down, taking his time, and using some wrestling holds so that Magnum can’t kick or punch a weapon back into Damien. He’s just methodically working over Magnum and softening him up for the killing stroke.

*Damien picks up Magnum and kicks him in the stomach a few times. Then, he whips Magnum into the corner with the toolbox still at the bottom of it. Damien charges at Magnum and hits him with a splash. Damien then pulls Magnum out of the corner, picks him up in a suplex hold, and drops him stomach first onto the top turnbuckle. Magnum almost falls off the turnbuckle, but he grabs a hold of the bottom rope to keep himself. Meanwhile, Damien exits the ring. He pulls up the apron and roots around under the ring. After a few seconds, he comes back out, bringing some barbwire with him. The audience perks up, knowing something bad is about to happen as Damien wraps the barbwire around his right arm. However, while Damien was searching underneath the ring, Magnum opened up that toolbox and pulled out a wrench. He then closes the toolbox and hides the wrench in his hand. Damien slides back into the ring and stands up. He looks at Magnum and smiles. Then, Damien raises his barbwire wrapped hand and charges at Magnum. Magnum sits up and hits Damien right in the head with that hand holding the wrench. Damien stops dead in his tracks, staggers back a little, and falls down onto the ropes near Magnum. Magnum drops the wrench.*

Tom: Oh God No! Damien has some barbwire!

Jeannie: Well, it looks like Damien has won.

Tom: Damien slides back into the ring like a viper. He charges at Magnum and…what the hell!? Magnum just knocked out Damien with a punch! But how!?

Jeannie: I don’t…wait a minute. Is that a wrench?

Tom: It is! Magnum must have pulled out a wrench from the toolbox in the corner!

Jeannie: That sneaky bastard!

*Damien is out on the second ropes. Magnum then grabs the toolbox and moves it a little ways from the bottom turnbuckle. Magnum sits up and moves into a sitting position. He then grabs Damien and pulls him up onto the second ropes. Magnum unwraps the barbwire from Damien’s arm and throws it to the ground. Then, he places Damien’s head in between his legs The crowd perks up, knowing what Magnum is about to do. Then, Magnum jumps off and plants Damien face first onto the toolbox with a Pepsi plunge. Magnum rolls onto the mat, holding his knee. A “Holy Shit” breaks out in the crowd. Damien remains knocked out on the toolbox.*

Tom: OH MY GOD!!!! Texas Lightning onto a toolbox!

Jeannie: Amazing! Simply amazing.

Tom: Good Lord! This has to be over! Hell, Magnum may have hurt himself!

Jeannie: If Damien Blood is not bleeding, then he is inhuman!

*Magnum rolls out of the ring. He bends his knee a few times to get some feeling back into it. In the ring, Damien starts stirring around. He crawls over to the rope and grabs the bottom one. Then, he pulls himself up onto the second rope. We can finally see Damien’s face, and amazingly he is not bleeding. Damien pulls himself up to the top rope. Then, he lets and staggers back a bit. On the outside, Magnum walks over to the timekeeper’s area and grabs another steel chair. He then limps back into the ring. Damien finally manages to stand up onto his feet. However, this doesn’t last long. Magnum throws the chair at Damien. Damien catches it, and Magnum hits the chair with a jumping superkick, sending it right into Damien’s face. Damien falls to the mat as the crowd lets out a groan.*

Tom: Good God!!!! Wave Goodbye from Magnum sends that chair into Damien Blood’s face!

Jeannie: Okay, now Damien has to be bleeding! He just has to!!!!

*Magnum walks over to Damien and grabs the chair. He then places the chair onto the mat. We can see Damien’s face, and he is amazingly not bleeding. Magnum grabs Damien and picks him up. Then, he lifts Damien up and drops him onto the chair with a double underhook piledriver. Amazingly, Damien is still not busted open.*

Tom: The Big Blow to Damien Blood! Good God, he is still not bleeding!

Jeannie: Good Lord! Does he have steel plate in his head!?

*Magnum slaps the mat in frustration. He looks around and sees the barbwire that Damien brought in. Magnum gets up, walks over, and grabs the barbwire. He waits for Damien to get up. He does, and Magnum charges at Damien. However, Damien surprises him with a spinebuster right onto the chair. This cause Magnum to let go of the barbwire and writhe around on the mat in pain. Damien sees the barbwire and grabs it. He stands up with that devil-like smile on his face. Suddenly, Nicole Michaels runs into the ring, charges at Damien, and hits him with a single knee facebreaker. The crowd cheers as Damien hits the mat, causing him to let go of the barbwire.*

Tom: What the hell! Nicole Michaels has just ran into the ring and hit Damien Blood with Whatever-However!

Jeannie: What is the meaning of this?

Tom: I guess she wants to help out Magnum.

Jeannie: I doubt it. If that were true, she would have come out here earlier. She probably just wants to keep Damien from winning the match.

Tom: You know, that does seem more plausible.

*Nicole gets up, walks over to the toolbox in the corner, and picks it up. She then walks over to where she was as Damien sits up onto his knees. Suddenly, Nicole charges at Damien and smashes him in the head with the toolbox. Damien falls back onto the mat.*

Tom: Holy Frijoles! Nicole just blasted Damien in the head with that toolbox!

Jeannie: Wow! She may have just won the match for Magnum!

Tom: I wonder what TNT thinks of all this.

*Nicole just stares at the knocked out Damien. Amazingly, Damien is still not bleeding. Nicole drops the toolbox and then looks at Magnum. They just stare at each other for a good minute. Then, Nicole leaves. Magnum watches her leave and then turns back to Damien. He then sees the barbwire. Magnum uses the ropes to pull himself up, walks over to it, and picks it up. Magnum then pulls Damien up onto his knees. He then wraps the barbwire around Damien’s head and pulls it tight. Damien yells out in pain. The crowd cheers loudly, knowing that Magnum has the match won. It’s just a matter of time. Then, it happens. Blood starts pouring out from Damien’s forehead. The referee calls for the bell, and Magnum’s music starts playing.*

Tom: He’s bleeding! He’s bleeding!

Jeannie: Damien Blood is bleeding! James “Magnum” Constance has just won the match!

Finkel: Here is your winner—JAMES “MAGNUM” CONSTANCE.

*The crowd cheers loudly as Magnum keeps pulling that barbwire into Damien’s head. Damien struggles to get out of it. The referee tries to get Magnum to let go of the barbwire. Eventually, Magnum lets go of the barbwire. Damien quickly tries to crawl away. However, Magnum grabs him by his trunks. He picks Damien up onto his shoulders and pulls the chair closer with his foot. Then, Magnum throws Damien off, dropping him onto the chair with a reverse thrown inverted Death Valley driver.*

Tom: Ode To Tom Selleck! Magnum putting a cherry on top of his victory!

Jeannie: And, the crowd is loving it!

*The crowd cheers as Magnum gets up. Damien lies knocked out on the mat, blood pouring from his head. Magnum then exits the ring, and we cut to a promo for the next PPV.*

[Jett Ripley]

*The view cuts from the live PPV to what looks like a taped segment. The violet night sky has begun to ebb into the beautiful night with the stars burning so bright. The view drops down to a highly populated square, with so many dancing the night away in their significant other's arms. It looks as if this night was crafted by cupid himself with regards to romantic perfection.*

“Romance... The very force that sustains my existence...”

*The camera pans away from the crowds to see the woman seen before at Attrition known as Mara Morrigan. With a few slow blinks at the camera, she forms her lips to offer sultry smile. She rests in a squatting position upon the edge of a glorious fountain that acts as the center for this romantic hot spot. Back and forth, she traces the various couples as if seeking something. Arms wrap around her legs as she hugs herself tight. The low cut top of her white shirt leaves nothing to the imagination when facing her knees meanwhile her white skirt rides just slightly high. Her legs release as a small scene is spotted. Exotic pale blues linger on a pair of teenagers who glaze deeply into get other's eyes. As their lips touch, she shivers and closes her eyes. Her solid white braids head sway to and fro as she rocks rhythmically to what appears to be music only she can hear.*

Mara: It's.... it's like a jolt... A shot of straight adrenaline into the lifestream.... One could become addicted to this climax... *purred tone* Vvvvvvery addicted.

*Her head falls forward then lifts slowly as her eyelids re-open, allowing the audience to see her pupils fall back into their proper place.*

Mara: The bles... blissing that is the calling of a human succubus. A carnal witch sensitive to the auras given off by lus-

“IT'S.... BEAUTIFUL!”

*Mara's neck immediately snaps right over her shoulder at the sound. The view does as well, showing a young man on bended knee in front of a blushing twenty something girl. A crowd soon gathers around the two as they await her response to the famous question that so many wish would be asked to them. Morrigan slowly snaps her neck back at the camera with an indignant glare. Her nostrils flare, her barely covered chest rises and falls rapidly.*

Girl: ...I say.... I say.... *she has trouble finding the words as she gasps out of a nervous smile.*

*The would be husband looks up at her, on pins and needles as he awaits her breath to be caught.*

Girl: I say.... y-

“I object!”

Girl: ...wha... huh?!

Guy: *looking angered.* Who said that?

*From out of the circle of spectators comes Mara who eyes the two love birds, then the diamond ring still in it's case.*

Guy: Who are yo-

Mara: *softly* I object. Clearly this little girl is hesitant and not at all impulsive. A marriage with someone like her would only bring heartbreak and... *She pauses to sigh happily.* Adultry.

*She reaches out as strokes the man's face, who looks very confused. Likewise his girlfriend who again has yet to find the courage to speak her mind.*

Mara: What a mistake it would be to wed someone like her... When you can have a mistress in the carnal arts.... who could statisfy every single desire and fantasy birthed in this... *She presses her forehead against his and sighs into his mouth, her lips reaching but halting just before his.* ...Who will you choose?

*The girl looks over at her boyfriend, angry he hasn't sent this lady of the night away. She gathers herself and goes towards him when he breaks the silence.*

Guy: *He stares into Mara's eyes.* ...Miss... will you take this ring?

*The girl tears up immediately as she runs away from possibly the biggest heartbreak of her life. Morrigan steps back, smiling deeply at the man she seduced. Eagerly, he drops to a knee to offer the ring which she takes.... And casts it into the fountain. His eyes bug out in shock. And even more so as Mara sashays her hips as she walks through of the now spiteful crowd of on lookers. Some giving her disapproving looks. Most, however, focus their heckling on the man in the fountain trying to find the discarded ring. The view returns to Mara who's eyes flicker upward in bliss as she continues walking, her waist acting like a see saw as she sneers at the camera.*

Mara: Marriage... a foolish concept held on by those that are pathetic.

*With a wicked wink, the woman walks away into a purple haze of video effects. Upon it, red letters form.*

Mara Morrigan... coming soon.

[Jett Ripley]

*Cut to the W*I*G Sphere, with the Fink in the ring.*

Finkel: The following contest, scheduled for 1 fall, is for the W*I*Gtag Team Championships!!

*The wild sounds of Apache pick up first on the Colvintron, as the crowd begins to cheer loudly in the background! Quickly, the lights begin to lower as a rainbow of lasers been shooting off all over the arena, along with a strange purple mist forming before the entrance way. Soon enough, a pair of figures emerge from this strange veil, as the crowd's cheers grow even louder.*

Finkel: Introducing first, the challengers, from Foreign Alien Island, at a combined weight of 399 pounds, Zeleke Ekelez and Faboon Noobaf, Team Raft Shack!

Tom: Oh look Jeannie, it's your favorite tag team!

Jeannie: ... I still don't understand these guys. And quite frankly, I think it's better that way.

Tom: As demented as they no doubt seem, they can definitely get it done in the ring. Not only that, but to date, they have only been pinned once in their entire W*I*G* tenure, and that first pinfall was suffered at the hands of the tag team champions themselves, the Highland Diamonds.

Jeannie: And it wasn't easy getting that first victory either. But tonight, the Diamonds are starting off fresh, so it appears both team will be on a more even playing field.

*As they emerge from the smoke, quickly both Faboon and Zeleke begin sprinting wildly down towards the ring awaiting below them, soon reaching the bottom of the ramp and forking away from one another, both of these odd men now making a full lap around the ring, slapping hands with the fans as they do so, before quickly sliding into the ring in simentaneous fashion, before quickly flipping back to their feet from these positions*

Jeannie: These two nutjobs do realize they have a TAG TITLE MATCH upcoming, right? Why are they expelling this extra energy before the bell even sounds?!

Tom: This is Team Raft Shack Lawless. Only they understand why they do everything they do... and actually, I'm a bit iffy on that as well. Not only that, but from what I've seen from these in the ring, this is nothing but a mere warm up for them.

*The two maniacal men spring back to their feet and begin bouncing in place, now looking on with eager glee towards the entranceway, more than ready to meet their opponents in this rematch.*

*Rhapsody’s Emerald Sword, with the full intro, cues up over the speakers. The boos begin and grow louder, until the music hits full swing and the Highland Diamonds walk out.*

Finkel: And introducing, they are the reigning and defending W*I*G Tag Team Champions, at a combined weight of 486lbs, Angus MacAngus, The Emerald Warrrior, they are the Highland Diamonds!

Tom: Well here they come, the champions making their 2nd defence tonight against the ever unpredictable and energetic Team Raftshack, they’ll be hoping to keep those belts round their waists.

Jeannie: I wouldn’t mind if Angus put me round his waist.

*Angus and Warrior walk down to the ring. Noticeable on Emerald Warrior is a white armband with “Misawa” written on it, as he seems slightly more subdued than normal, but not sufficient to remove his entire swagger.*

Tom: Warrior paying homage to the tragically departed Mitsuharu Misawa with his entrance here tonight. Warrior may be arrogant, but Misawa’s clearly had an influence of him- he’s patterned his finisher from the man, and so he’s displaying an uncharacteristic hint of honour tonight.

Jeannie: Shame he’s not as manly as Misawa though. I’m not at all sure about the full body lycra.

*The Diamonds enter the ring and hand their belts to the referee, eyeing Raftshack with caution and menace. The official holds the belts up, displaying to the crowd before handing them to the timekeeper, and goes over the rules 1 last time with both teams before signalling for the match to start
DING DING!*

Tom: And here we go!

*Warrior and Faboon start the match out, Warrior goes for a lock-up but Faboon rolls under and past. Warrior turns and goes for it again, but Faboon this time sidesteps and rolls backwards and away, further infuriating the champion. Warrior sighs, and offers a test of strength. Faboon accepts and reaches with one hand, but as they go to grip with the other, Warrior attempts to pre-empt Faboon with a kick, however the frenetic challenger baseball slides under and through Warrior’s legs, before leap-frogging him from behind. Warrior tries to grab Faboon in a waistlock but Faboon drops to all fours and lets Warrior walk over him, before standing and dropkicking Warrior into the ropes! Warrior hits them chest first and bounces off, tumbling backwards. Faboon charges and, grabbing Warrior from behind, leaps over and twists into an arm drag, throwing his green-covered foe down again! Warrior gets up, and takes another arm drag! Up again, and down with a hip toss! Up again, down with a Japanese arm drag! Warrior gets up slower, panting, while Faboon bounces up and down like a pogo stick. Warrior fakes to go in and watches Faboon plant himself on his back trying the armdrag, only to suddenly have his legs knocked out from under him as Faboon quickly rolls sideways into Emerald Warrior’s shins! Warrior gets up slowly again and Faboon hits the ropes, rebounding, up into a tiltawhirl, round and down with a headscissors takedown! Warrior tries to catch his breath as Faboon, not even breathing heavily, gets up and starts charging from 1 set of ropes to the opposite.*

Tom: Raftshack starting strong! Faboon is just far too quick for Emerald Warrior to handle, and he may even be the slower of the challengers!

Jeannie: That energy of Faboon sure could come in handy in a lot of ways.

Tom: For goodness sakes, is it just constant with you?!

Jeannie: What? I meant the match! A lot of ways to win the match! Get your mind out of the gutter Tom.

Tom: Somehow I’M the one in the gutter?

Jeannie: Yes! You always are!

*Warrior watches Faboon thunder back and forth, and seeing that the white-haired challenger isn’t intent on stopping, attempts to cut him off with a big clothesline. Faboon however, sees it and at the last second dropsflat to his back, his momentum causing him to slide out of the ring feet first, as he waves at Warrior on the way. Emeralds Warrior, again irritated, quickly heads over to the edge of the ring only to again be swept as Faboon takes out his legs with a double arm strike. Faboon quickly jumps to the apron then slingshots in with a double stomp, before keeping hold of the ropes, jumping up off Warrior’s stomach and coming back down with a double leg drop! Faboon rolls backwards and onto his feet with the momentum, and again start charging across the ring between the other 2 sets of ropes now. Warrior, unwilling to risk himself again, instructs Angus to try and stop him. The hefty Scot inches along the apron and, as Faboon is heading back, lunges out with a cross, only to again Miss as Faboon launches himself into Angus’ midsection like a torpedo, spearing him off the apron! Faboon remains in the ring, and turns round to take a hard shot to the chin. Warrior then kicks him in the gut and hooks him up for a suplex, but the resourceful Mr Noobaf slips out, spins Warrior round, and drives him down with a perfect released Frankensteiner! Warrior rolls away again, holding his neck, as Faboon does what can only be described as undulating towards his partner, and tags in the even speedier Zeleke.*

Tom: Things going from bad to worse for the Diamonds! They can barely get a shot in on Raftshack.

Jeannie: And now we have 1 open homosexual versus 1 certainly closet homosexual.

Tom: So this does nothing for you?

Jeannie: Strangely, quite the opposite.

Tom: I’m going to end this now.

*Zeleke hops from one foot to the other, before literally skipping over to Emerald Warrior in a neutral corner only to take a massive slap to the jaw! Zeleke topples backwards and down, before rolling head over heels onto his feet, back down again, rolls over again onto his feet into the far corner, hauls himself to sit on the top rope, then lolls his head and slumps, apparently “dazed”.*

Tom: Phenomenal palm strike there!

Jeannie: It was a slap! And can you say oversell!? Shawn Michaels would be in awe.

*Warrior is very confused by this display from Zeleke, and after taking a moment, hurries towards the far corner only to suddenly be again clocked as Zeleke dives from the middle ropes with a dropkick!*

Tom: Bizarre mind games from Zeleke! He may not seem bright but he knows how to get inside his opponent’s head.

Jeannie: I wonder if he’s ever tried to do the same with their pa-

Tom: STOP!

*Warrior gets up groggy and swings messily for Zeleke, who ducks. He swings with the other arm and again Zeleke ducks. He swings with both arms and Zeleke sits down, causing Warrior to hit his own hands. Warrior clutches his knuckles as Zeleke gets back up, and also takes hold of Warrior’s hands before giving him a sudden kiss. Warrior recoils in shock and turns away, only to be caught and taken down with a crucifix pin!

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Tom: I think there’s your answer Jeannie, as we have a very close nearfall!

Jeannie: This match is crazy fast! At this rate I won’t get to see any of Angus in action.

*Warrior, disgusted and dizzy, backs off, only to have Zeleke take a step towards him each time he moves. He quickly changes direction and shoves Zeleke back and down, who gets up and steamrolls straight back towards him, forcing Warrior to use all of his agility and jump onto the apron as Zeleke ploughs into the Diamonds’ turnbuckle. Warrior vaults back in and clotheslines Zeleke down, and quickly tags out to Angus, glad to be out of the ring and get his wits back. Angus enters and stomps at Zeleke, trying to stop the lightning-quick Raftshackian from getting up. Each stomp causes Zeleke to roll, until as Angus is stomping at him Zeleke is practically breakdancing to avoid his attacks, before twisting himself up into a helicopter kick, clocking the largest of the 4 combatants in the mouth and staggering him as Zeleke uses the momentum to land on his feet. Angus walks over only to also become a victim of leg based offence as Zeleke dropkicks him in the knee! Angus wobbles back up and is dropkicked in the other knee! He gets up again, only this time jumps high to avoid the 3rd dropkick, landing on Zeleke’s sternum with a standing mushroom stomp! He instantly pounces on Zeleke, barraging him with punches and using his entire body wait to smother the diminutive Ekelez, preventing him from wriggling away from the onslaught.*

Tom: Angus mounting Zeleke right there with a flurry of those vicious, boxing-honed punches of his.

Jeannie: Wouldn’t mind it if I was mounted by Angus instead of Zeleke.

Tom: I expected that. That or-

Jeannie: “I bet Zeleke sure enjoys being mounted by Angus?”

Tom: Yes.

Jeannie: I’m not that crass Tom. Angus doesn’t seem Zeleke’s type, The Emerald Spandex however….

Tom: Do you want our PPV deal to be cancelled?!

*Angus picks Zeleke up and quickly buries a knee into his stomach, before throwing him with a released Northern Lights Suplex. He covers
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Angus, frustrated at barely getting a 2, grabs Zeleke by his flamboyant hair and pulls his face into a brutal punts, before dragging him up and clinching on a side rib lock. Zeleke struggles, his speed suddenly neutered, however his phenomenal stamina means the hold doesn’t seem to be cutting his breathing off that much. Angus, seeing its lack of effectiveness, rams Zeleke with another knee before lifting the challenger into an ugly T-Bone Suplex, dumping Zeleke right on his head! He again makes a cover

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Kick out!*

Tom: Ouch! Brains. Scrambled.

Jeannie: That won’t hurt that little goon’s style much though, if anything it’ll just make him even more eccentric.

*Angus keeps Zeleke grounded and applies a seated abdominal stretch, twisting his torso again. Zeleke winces in pain and fights to escape. However, unable to wrestle his way out of it after some struggle, he instead resorts to mind games by groping Angus’ inner thigh. However the Scot is not creeped out but merely enraged, knuckling Zeleke between the eyes! He picks up his smaller foe bodily, and goes for a belly to belly, but Zeleke uses the momentum to flip himself in midair into a Blockbuster, driving the self-proclaimed Pride Of Scotland into the mat! Zeleke gets to his feet and does another flip, landing over Angus’ throat with a leg drop! He makes a quick cover
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Faboon uses the momentum of the kickout to get straight up and then takes a running dive towards his corner, tagging Faboon in with some style. Faboon springs right to the top rope, and as Angus gets up catches him with a Hurricane-esque flying clothesline, landing on his feet and hitting the ropes. He rebounds, and as Angus launches up him, going for a flapjack cross-punch, Faboon twists and tucks himself, able to catch Angus’ arm as he falls into yet another arm whip! Angus gets up and manages to deliver a big kick to the gut. He goes for one to the head but Faboon dodges and connects with a leg drag! Angus is again being out-quicked, and as Faboon bounces off the ropes next to him and goes for a bulldog, Angus scoops Faboon up with the momentum and launches him with an Atomic body toss! Faboon clutches his tailbone as he clambers up from the mat, only to be felled with a stun-gun from the Emerald Warrior, snapping Faboon’s throat off the top rope! Faboon tumbles backwards and is clutched for a German suplex, but as Angus throws him Faboon flips out, hits that bulldog he was looking for, and tags Zeleke back in! Angus gets up and turns, as Zeleke climbs to the top turnbuckle, only to be tricked as Ekelez just drops down while Faboon kicks Angus and whips him into the Diamonds’ corner.*

Tom: Fast tag work here from Raftshack! The Diamonds speciality is double teams and theyre being outdone at their own game! And don’t say anything about being double teamed by the Diamonds, Jeannie!

Jeannie: I wasn’t going to! What I was going to say was that it looks like Raftshack are setting up a favourite double team of their own!

Tom: Oh. Good point, they seem to be going for the Hotter Than Cold!

*Faboon runs at Angus first, hitting him with the moonsault kick, as Zeleke follows up, charging fro the Stinger Splash! Angus rolls out of the corner, evading the splash, but Zeleke lands on the middle turnbuckle. MacAngus is quick to react however and gives Zeleke a massive shove, throwing the Raftshackian over the ring post and causing him to flip and land back first on the steel steps! A massive “OOHHH!” from the crowd goes up as Zeleke topples off the steps to the floor and doesn’t move any further. Angus turns round, only to take the Stinger Splash this time from Noobaf, who appears to be trying to finish the combo on his own. Warrior sees what’s going on and makes to enter the ring, trying to cut him off. Faboon charges to the ropes as Angus staggers out, but Angus sidesteps the Scissors Kick and both the Diamonds connect with a combination of the Sweet Bagpipe Music and Emerald Gleam, taking Faboon down hard.*

Tom: Good grief! Zeleke’s back may have been broken by that horrific landing on the steel steps!

Jeannie: And that double superkick’s rattled Faboon too.

Tom: But Zeleke is the legal man, and he is completely out of it at ringside!

*Angus tags Warrior to satisfy the referee who is trying to restore order, and rolls out of the ring. He struggles to lift the dead-weighted Zeleke up, and with some effort rolls his limp body into the ring. Warrior drags Zeleke away from the ropes and covers

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3-no! Zeleke barely kicked out!*

Jeannie: That had to be on instinct, no way is Zeleke still conscious.

Tom: This match has gone from fast and furious to just plain brutal!

*The Emerald Warrior looks on in absolute shock, himself unable to believe that this freak has managed to hold on. Immediately he yanks him back off of the canvas, Zeleke desperately firing off with a quick forearm to the face and clocking him right between the eyes. He staggers back slightly, the wily Zeleke immediately grabbing at his back, as Warrior immediately recovers and charges in and nails him in the stomach with a powerful running knee, turning the smaller man inside out and sending him crashing to the mat back first. Immediately he grasps again on that back area, rolling over onto his stomach onto his stomach in desperation. Immediately the possible Peruvian plods over to the fallen man, unleashing a series of deliberate stomps across that area, the pink haired young man grimacing in pain amongst each of these forceful feet. Warrior then reaches down and sits him up on the mat, before quickly charging back to the nearby ropes, then coming back with a low dropkick right to that spine area! Once again, Zeleke's eyes light up in pain, Warrior quickly pushing him back down to the canvas and making a quick pin.*

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Tom: Looks like the Diamonds are taking advantage of that brutal landing Zeleke had against those steel steps.

Jeannie: Sound strategy, But it's gonna take more than that to keep this guy down. Especially if he survived those stairs!

*Almost immediately, the Emerald one pulls Zeleke back from off the mat, before whipping him over towards his side of the ring, sending the young man crashing into that turnbuckle and gasping out once again in pain. Faboon is now back to a standing position on the other side of the ring, though still suffering the effects of that brutal double superkick from earlier, the white haired wierdo watching quite intently as his tag team partner is assaulted, looking quite eager to get back into action himself. Warrior meanwhile sprints forward and drives a shoulder right into the chest of Zeleke, forcing him back against that turnbuckle with ease. THe pink haired fool struggles to try and escape this position, but seems to be trapped at the moment, between a shoulder and a hard place. Finally Warrior lets up in these attacks, only to quickly tag back out to Angus on the outside. Immediately the more technically sound of the team steps back into the ring, as Zeleke stumbles out of that corner in pain. Immediately he grabs him by the waist, then quickly launching him overhead with a Northern Lights Suplex! He then easily bridges for the pin.*

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*However, instead of maintaining the pin, Angus instead rolls backward and out of the move, quickly snatching up Zeleke's legs in his own grasp, crossing them together, then sitting back and applying his Flower of Scotland! Zeleke once again gasps out in pain, eyes widening as his opponent begins to apply pressure on his prone form, sitting back as far as he can as he bends back those dangling legs with ease! Ekelez looks on in absolute agony, face twisting in pain, as he tries to endure this particularly painful submission. Angus meanwhile looks quite satisfied with this, pulling back even further as he looks liable at this point to snap Zeleke's legs off clean! If he doesn't submit first of course.*

Tom: A very bad position for Zeleke to be in. Angus McAngus is known for his technical prowess, which means he should have no trouble dissecting and capitalizing on that damage done already by his ally.

Jeannie: Looks like the end may be near for the fruit loop.

*The referee leans down, checking to see if Zeleke wants to give in. However, the wily young man simply looks at him and violently shakes his head, face contorting even more as the pain of this hold travels through his body. Finally, Zeleke lunges out with both of his free arms, slowly crawling along the mat and trying to escape. Perhaps sensing this himself, Angus immediately turns around, wrapping his legs around Zeleke's own, then immediately transitioning into an equally painful STF, now wrenching on his neck as well and weighing down the pink haired man with his mass. Ekelez tries to lunge out and grab ahold of the nearby ropes once more, but McAngus keeps up his efforts in holding him back, yanking viciously across that neck, as well as managing to drive a knee right into that spine area, creating even more agony for his opponent. Eventually, Zeleke manages to rear back with an elbow, nailing Angus in the side of the face, as he lunges out and grabs ahold of the bottom rope!*

*Forced to break the submission, Angus rubs over his cheek slowly, eyes full of fury. However, it seems damage has already been done, as Zeleke grasps quite intently that back area, as well as rubbing slightly over his neck. Angus rises back to a vertical base quickly, then immediately yanking the nearly limp Zeleke up by the throat, setting him up for the Saltire! However, in midlift, Zeleke wraps his legs around the Scottish man's throat, quickly taking him into a desperation hurracanrana! Angus goes sailing across the ring, landing face first on the mat as he rubs at his face slightly. Zeleke meanwhile eyes his partner across from him on the other side of the ring, immediately begins to crawl along the mat in his direction, desperate to tag out. Faboon watches intently and extends his arm out as far as it can reach, as the crowd cheers loudly, eager to return to the ring himself. Inch by inch, Zeleke begins to near his partner, struggling through that pain coarsing through his veins as he does, now perhaps mere moments away from victory. However before he can get close, Angus lunges in from out of nowhere, driving an elbow right into the back of his opponent, stopping him dead in his tracks!*

Tom: So close, and yet so far away. Zeleke almost made it to the promised land, but unfortunately for him, McAngus stole the map.

Jeannie: ... What?

Tom: He stopped him from making the tag.

Jeannie: I knew that.

*As that elbow connects, Zeleke's eyes light up once more in pain, the young man gasping out for air. Angus looks on with a rather pleased grin, reaching down and grabbing Ekelez by his feet, then quickly turning around and charging full speed towards his side of the ring, driving him spine first into the turnbuckle once more! The self proclaimed spicy one yelps out once more in discomfort, feeling his back once against crash into that accursed turnbuckle. As he lays back against there, The Highland Horror quickly follows up, peppering his opponent with a flurry of jabs of the face. Zeleke groans amongst these fists, desperately guarding his face to try and lessen the impact a bit. As he does, MacAngus quickly tags back out. Once again, the Emerald Warrior steps into the fray himself, Zeleke meanwhile staggering back out of the corner, hunched over in pain. Quickly, the man swings behind his opponent, grabbing him by the waist, then taking him high into the air with a backdrop suplex, depositing him harshly onto the canvas once again! Zeleke gasps once more, grabbing again at the back as he lays flat on the canvas. Warrior meanwhile climbs atop, looking for yet another pin!*

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2......Shoulder Up!

Tom: Things are not looking good for Team Raft Shack right now.

Jeannie: You've got that right! But then again, nothing ever looks good for those creatures.

Tom: Thankfully, Zeleke still has enough fight in him to press on. But for how much longer can he endure this attack?

*The Warrior once again drives a fist into the canvas below him, not at all happy with this constant resistance. He quickly pushes back up to his feet, delivering a quick stomp across his opponent's back as he does, Zeleke once again gasping out in pain. Warrior then eyes the nearby turnbuckle and nods quite intently, quickly plodding over and springing onto the top turnbuckle, measuring his opponent, before leaping back off, feet coming down for a diving foot stomp across that spine! Zeleke however instinctively rolls out of the way, Warrior's legs buckling slightly as he lands, perhaps due to the force of the move. As he looks down, rather confused, Zeleke somehow gets back to his feet, charging forward and springing atop the nearby turnbuckle himself, before leaping back off with a high moonsault! Warrior meanwhile turns around, just in time to be taken down by the high flying Zeleke! *

Tom: A desperation moonsault from Zeleke! Team Raft Shack once again showing off their very impressive agility!

Jeannie: Warrior made a mistake going to the top rope there and now he's gonna pay for it!

*However, instead of going for the pin himself, Zeleke instead begins slowly crawling once more towards his tag team partner across from the ring. Yet again, Faboon holds out his arm, looking more then ready to recieve that tag, though it's questionable as to if this attempt will fare better than the last one. Somehow reaching down deep into his reserves, Zeleke manages to make it to the halfway point of the squared circle, nearly reaching his goal. Warrior meanwhile manages to push back up to his feet, looking on quite angrily, as he immediately charges forwards, looking to impede Zeleke's progress once again. As he comes close, Zeleke managing to extend his legs and take him down in mid run with a drop toe hold, sending him down to the mat once more. The pink haired man then lunges out and makes the tag, as the crowd cheers loudly once more!*

Tom: And here comes the fresh Faboon!

Jeannie: Zeleke almost got stopped again there, but just barely manages to buy enough time to make that tag!

*Faboon looks on with glee, immediately springing onto the top rope, then leaping off and coming down with a leg drop right across Warrior as he rolls onto his back! The man's eyes widen in pain as he clutches at that throat area, quickly rolling off to the side for now. Faboon then springs back to his feet, charging full speed across the ring and taking Angus off the apron with a lightning quick dropkick between the eyes, sending him sailing to the outside! Warrior rises back to his feet across from the ring, looking quite frustrated, as he stomps forward, only for Faboon to rebound from the other side and take him down with a very high Hurricane Style Clothesline, nailing him in that throat once more and sending him back down to the canvas! Once again the Warrior groans, rising yet again to his feet and grasping at that neck. Almost immediately as he's back to his feet, Faboon grabs him and beams widely, snapping him down with a swinging neckbreaker! Warrior crashes to the canvas yet again, grabbing at neck once more, as Faboon quickly climbs atop for a cover!*

Jeannie: And yet again, Team Raft Shack is showing their rapid style of offense.

Tom: The Diamonds clearly didn't want to face that again. Unfortunately for them, now that the fresh man is back in, this flurry may have only begun... if it doesn't end right here!


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2.......Kick out!

*Warrior manages to kick out from this move, as Faboon quickly yanks him back from off the canvas. As he does though, the warrior lunges out with a swift kick to the lower leg of Faboon. The white haired fool grimaces slightly, only to quickly fire back with one of his own! The Warrior too whinces from this unleashed foot, only to fire right back with another of his own. Soon enough, the two men are trading quick kicks back and forth, each of them connecting and doing quite a bit of damage upon contact. Eventually, Warrior tries for an especially high roundhouse style one, only for Faboon to duck underneath it. He then bounds back off the ropes once more, charging back in and leaping right at Warrior with a flying crossbody! He however quickly rolls underneath it, sending Faboon down into the canvas, gasping slightly. Almost immediately, the Emerald one grabs him by the waist from behind and propels him off the ground for a Germ Suplex. However in mid move, Faboon grabs him around the head and turns the move instead into a falling bulldog! The Warrior once again gets taken down to the mat, grasping again on that throat of his. Faboon simply cackles as he quickly rolls him back over once more, looking yet again for a pin!*

Tom: Things are really heating up now! Warrior tried to capitalize on a mistake, but almost immediately, Faboon turns things back around!

Jeannie: You can actually keep up with what's going on in the ring?!

Tom: Well... barely. Such as this could be the end!

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*Angus McAngus charges in from out of nowhere, breaking things up with a swift boot to the back of Faboon's head. The crowd boos this, as Faboon grasps that area slightly, now rolling from off Warrior's prone form. The Pride of Scotland simply looks on with arrogant pride. posing with hands on his hips. As he does however, Zeleke sprints in from out of nowhere, snapping off a lightning fast wheel kick to his smug face, taking him back to the ground once more and sending him rolling to the outside in desperation. Zeleke then rises to his feet, grasping at that big with a pained grin, before charging full speed out of the ring and vaulting off the top rope, quickly taking the rising Scotsman down with a somersault plancha!*

*Meanwhile back in the ring, Faboon grabs the rising Warrior as he pushes back up, only to recieve a forceful kick to the stomach, hunching him over with ease! He grabs him around his own head, quickly cutting his throat, then charging forward to deliver the Maceface! However in mid jump, Faboon manages to shove him off, sending him landing atop and straddling the ropes! Emerald's eyes widen in pain, the man looking less than comfortable atop there. Faboon then snickers to himself for a bit, then leaping up and nailing him in the side of the head with a jumping Enziguri! The momentum sends Warrior tumbling forward off the ropes and crashing back down to the canvas. Faboon quickly pulls him away from the ropes, then climbs atop for a third cover!*

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2.......Kick out!

Tom: Faboon countering the Maceface and giving Emerald Warrior a... less than pleasant landing.

Jeannie: You bet he's gotta be pissed about that one!

*Warrior slowly sits back up, now grasping at that side of his head. Faboon simply measures him as he rises up, immediately pulling him over in mid move. He then positions the man for his Big Ostrich Balloon Buster, only for Warrior to counter in mid move, grabbing him by the waist instead and launching him overhead with a bridging German Suplex! He keeps a firm hold, intent on keeping his wily opponent down for that coveted three count!*

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2.......Kick out!

*Faboon manages to escape that hold, though now grasping slightly at his neck. Warrior looks on with a rather pleased look in his eyes, now clapping and rubbing his hands intently together. He waits for Faboon to rise back up, immediately grabbing him for a diamond cutter, only to swing around in mid move and turn it into a X factor style manuever, completing his Emerald Cutter! Faboon's eyes go wide in pain, as he flops onto his back on the canvas, now grasping desperately at his own neck in pain, Warrior rubbing slightly over his own, before climbing atop for a cover himself!*

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Tom: A devastating Emerald Cutter from Emerald Warrior there! The momentum may be beginning to shift in this bout!

Jeannie: Or it may be coming to an end right about now!

*However before a three can be reached, Zeleke charges in from out of nowhere, nailing Warrior with a low dropkick to the face! The tag champion quickly rolls off of Faboon's prone form, grasping at his face in pain. He quickly pushes back to his feet, only for Zeleke to follow in quick fashion, springing up himself for a second lower dropkick, this time clipping him in the leg! Warrior immediately drops back down, grimacing a bit as he grasps at that limb. Zeleke then follows up, leaping high than snapping him back down face first with a jumping neckbreaker, Warrior once again being planted into the canvas! The probable Peruvian gasps once more in pain, grasping again at his neck. Zeleke than gazes over at his ally on the ground, as he starts to push back to his feet. The two of them then nod eagerly at one another and grin widely, before quickly slipping on both sides of the once more rising Warrior. They then immediately leap up, looking for the Halt Grinder! However, before they connect, Angus McAngus manages to yank his partner from out of the ring by the foot, allowing him to narrowly escape this finisher manuever!*

Tom: Angus just saved his partner from being on the recieving end of that Halt Grinder!

Jeannie: Just when you think things are almost over, something like this happens!

*Zeleke crashes to the mat, as Faboon meanwhile simply misses his sweep kick. Almost immediately, the two crazed men get back to their feet, the pink haired one a tad slower than his partner. The crowd meanwhile boos, Warrior and Angus both looking quite proudly from outside the ring, definitely happy that things didn't end right there and then. The two teams engage in a fierce staredown now, Warrior now standing as well as his own partner's side, having recovered enough from that flurry of offense to do so.*

*Almost immediately, Zeleke and Angus return to ring aprons, as Warrior slides back into the ring himself, Faboon eager to meet him head on, as the two quickly begin to exchange a series of quick forearms, battering one another across their respective faces as they let these loose. Angus and Zeleke simply watch from their positions atop the ring apron, more than ready to once more enter the fray themselves. Eventually, as these forearms are exchanged, Warrior manages to whip Faboon off towards the ropes! He then charges full speed after him, aiming a clothesline as he bounces back, only for the white haired wierdo to duck beneath, then charge right back to the other side. Warrior recovers quickly, turning back around himself and charging after. However as he comes near, Faboon springboards off the top rope and back at him with a moonsault attempt! Warrior however manages to run underneath him, Faboon landing on his feet, only for the Emerald one to springboard himself and leap at him with a diving clothesline! He takes the man down with ease, quickly looking for a cover!

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2.......Kick out!

Tom: And here we go again! An exchange between these two very quick footed competitors!

Jeannie: These are truly two very talented teams. Really, at this point, either of them could pick up the victory.

*Faboon manages to prolong the match, as Warrior looks on quite angrily. He quickly heads back over and tags out to Angus, who more than happily enters the ring. The two of them then head over and scoops up the prone Faboon, hoisting him over their shoulders, now setting up for the Moorsland Driver! Faboon over slides down from behind, taking down Warrior with a falling reverse DDT! Warrior gasps in pain, grabbing at his neck, as Faboon then pops up from behind and grabs Angus for a bulldog, immediately charging full speed. Angus however shoves him off in mid move, sending his stumbling forwards and allowing Zeleke to make the blind tag. Angus however then grabs Faboon by the neck and launches him overhead, taking him down with the Saltire! The white haired fool goes crashing back down to the canvas with a thud, gasping out in pain as he lies on the mat. Immediately, MacAngus climbs atop, looking for a cover!*

*However, it seems he didn't notice the blind tag, as Zeleke charges in and nails him with a devastating shining wizard! Angus gets sent tumbling with ease from off of his partner's form, grasping at his face in obvious pain now. He quickly starts to push back up to his feet, only for Zeleke to grab him around the throat, then quickly spring up to take him down himself with the Dizzy Spinneroo Driver! Angus immediately gets spiked into the canvas, flopping down and grasping desperately at his neck in pain! Zeleke rubs at his own back slightly, before leaping atop ot make a cover!*

Tom: The Dizzy Spinneroo Driver!

Jeannie: Zeleke took full advantage with that blind tag. We could have new champions!

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3-Warrior manages to break it up at the last second!

*The crowd boos loudly, as the Emerald one manages to lunge in and break up the pin. Zeleke looks on in shock, immediately turning his attention towards Warrior, who looks on with a look of relief in his eyes, as if not even he thought he could make it in time. Zeleke immediately gets back to his feet, quickly nailing Warrior between the eyes with a swift dropkick, sending him stumbling back and tumbling down to the mat once more! He immediately rolls over towards the nearby turnbuckle, hoping to catch a breather. Zeleke however refuses to give him the opportunity, grasping at his back slightly as he rises, before charging full speed with a running dropkick to the seated Warrior's face! The man grasps his face desperately, definitely looking to be in pain from this assault. Zeleke than develops a massive grin on his face, now hoisting the rather dazed Emerald Warrior atop the nearby turnbuckle, before quickly climbing up after him! He then grabs ahold of him by the neck, positioning him for the Neon Palm Tree Slam!*

Tom: The Neon Palm Tree Slam!

Jeannie: I do believe this one may be over soon.

*As Zeleke takes him into this move, he's suddenly caught from behind by MacAngus, who's barely able to stand at this point! He buckles slightly, but manages to launch Zeleke overhead with a second Saltire, sending him crashing to the canvas in a heap! He then reaches up and tags out to Warrior, who manages to recover, glancing quickly behind himself, then leaping off with an amazing Five Star Moonsault, colliding atop of Zeleke and forcing the air out of his body, the young man gasping in pain from this move. Warrior smirks and immediately hooks the leg!

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3- Faboon tries to break it up at the last second, but Angus cuts him off at the pass with a Scotch Stomp across the back-!

Tom: The Highland Diamonds have done it! Team Raft Shack put up a hell of an effort, but in the end, the champions manage to pull a fast one and escape with their gold.

Jeannie: The Diamonds had a hard time countering those rapid fire attacks of Raft Shack, but in the end, THEY were the ones who pulled out a victory from nowhere.

Finkel: Ladies and Gentlemen... your winners of the match... and STILL W*I*G* Tag Team Champions, The Highland Diamonds!

*Once again, Emerald Sword picks up on the Colvintron, the crowd booing quite loudly as this tune fills the W*I*G*Sphere once more. MacAngus reaches down and slowly helps up his ally from off the canvas, as the two of them look quite pleased with their victory. The referee meanwhile gathers up their tag titles, presenting them back to their rightful owners.The Diamonds look back at one another and sneer, before holding those titles up high above their heads, only to quickly yank them back down and strap them around their waists. The two men then hunch over, taking a few deep breaths as they recover from this intense battle they just endured. They then quickly exit the ring, before heading to the back in triumph.*

*Meanwhile, as the tune begins to fade out once more, the challengers begin to push back up from off the mat as well, Zeleke favoring his back quite noticeably as he stands hunched over, a rather pained expression on his face. Faboon meanwhile grasps at his own neck, not coming off unscathed in this battle either. Slowly, the two of them also manage to emerge from the ring, as the crowd claps for their efforts tonight, truly appreciative of their efforts here tonight. The two crazed men look at one another and nod, before gazing back up the rampway where their opponents can be seen exiting. They soon follow in suit themselves, heading back up the rampway, defeated, but determined to create a different result the next time they face.*

Tom: Tonight, Team Raft Shack failed to capture their first set of tag team titles. However, rest assured that though victory eluded them on this evening, things may turn out differently next time around.

Jeannie: Of course, that takes away nothing from the Diamonds, who earned that victory tonight fair and square. It'll be interesting to see who will be the next to challenge our new champions.

*We quickly cut to a video package for the next upcoming match*

[Jett Ripley]

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The Fink: The following contest is an Eight Person Elimination Tag-Team Match! Introducing first:

*"All Hope Is Gone" sounds up and the crowd reacts favorably to the appearance of Victor Trauma and Tommy Fright. All business, they waste little time getting into the ring where they acknowledge the packed house with a pair of raised fists.*

Finkel: At a combined weight of 550lbs...Victor Trauma and Tommy Fright!

Tom: Despite being relative new comers, these two seemed to have quickly caught on with our fans!

Jeannie: Two gigantic guys that like to beat people up. What's not to love?

Tom: After witnessing all of Team Ireland assaulting Molly Ringworm after her match with Maeve at Attrition, Trauma + Fright intervened and ran off the group from the Emerald Isle. And I have to believe that's horrible news for Team Ireland. And speaking of Molly Ringworm!

Finkel: Introducing their next partner...she hails from Cygnus A...Molly Ringworm!

*The Killers' catchy little number known as "Spaceman" begins to play and the rag doll makes her arrival. Her gangly body sways, spins and twirls as she makes her way down the ramp. The orange haired wrestler slips into the ring underneath the bottom rope and greets two of her team-mates. She takes a seat atop one of the turnbuckles and awaits the arrival of her last partner.*

*Bagpipes fill the air in the arena while the lights dim, turning to light blue and white spotlights that search the arena. They all focus on the ramp. The bagpipes fade out, yielding to Alice Cooper's "School's Out". Over the din of the music, a roaring engine can be heard, a roaring engine that revs on command. Chaz Stone parts the curtain with force as the crowd cheers mightily for him. Two things are different now than usual. First, his valet, Lana de la Croix, is nowhere to be seen, likely resting after her match against Fannie Package. Second, he is now carrying the colors of Scotland--and himself--on a 2009 Harley Davidson Softail Crossbones. He throws up a Maloik and revs the engine for the fans as they try to out-strip it in noise. Chaz rolls quickly down to the ring on his new ride, then does a lap around the outside. When he gets off, he swings his far leg over the top and to the ground. He slaps hands with the fans as he walks to the ring. Chaz slides into the ring head-first. He stands up and throws up a double Maloik for the fans. He then stretches out further in his corner, ready for the match. He begins talking strategy with his partners.*

Tom: Aidan Donnelly screwed over Chaz Stone last month, left him covered in blood, and he is obviously looking for revenge.

Jeannie: Well, he's going to have to keep looking because I don't think it's happening tonight! This a rag-tag group, and in one of their cases literally, and they're up against a REAL team!

Tom: Yes, they are a team as their name implies. Gold star for you. Regardless, this isn't going to be a walk in the park.

*"I'm Shipping Up To Boston" cues up in the W*I*G-Sphere & the assembled crowd are booing almost to a man. After about 30 seconds of music, Coach O'Hare's smirking mug is the first one to appear through the curtain. He carries the Tricolour Hurley slung over his shoulder. He's followed closely by Maeve, Aidan, Sean & Shane bringing up the rear. Aidan, as usual, carries a Tricolour draped over his head & shoulders. The team pause a moment at the top of the ramp.*

Finkel: And introducing their opponents. Accompanied to the ring by Coach O'Hare, proudly representing their home country of Ireland, at a total combined weight of 935lbs... Maeve O'Hare, "The Don Juan of Donegal" Sean McCann, "The Celtic Giant" Shane Malone & Captain Aidan Donnelly... TEEEEEAAAAM IIIIIRRRRELAAAANNNND!

*The green, white & gold pyro goes off behind the team. Aidan & O'Hare hold their Tricolours up high behind them. Sean drops down to a knee, his arms outstretched. Shane raises his arms straight up, looking towards the heavens as he does. Maeve flashes a quick, elegant, double biceps pose. Aidan drapes the Tricolour over his shoulders again, leading the team on down towards the ring.*

Tom: Team Ireland putting on a united front this evening. I don't blame them for sticking together when faced with the team across from them in the ring.

Jeannie: After last month they're finally getting back on form. Something that they'd been missing since their arrival in W*I*G. Even when they won they didn't come away looking too great. They might have failed to take those W*I*G Tag-Team Titles, but everything else went in their favor now that they've started to operate as a team again.

Tom: Yeah, if "by operate as a team" you mean get involved in one another's matches as much as possible. Just when I thought they were starting to show some credibility, they go & prove that they simply cannot be trusted.

*Coach O'Hare gets up onto the apron & holds open the ropes for Maeve to step through, Aidan slides in under the bottom, Shane steps over the top & Sean springs in over the top. Aidan & Sean go to adjacent corners of the ring. Aidan raises the Tricolour up behind his head again, Sean spreads his arms out, smirking to the audience. Coach O'Hare stands, one foot on the bottom rope, one on the middle rope, in between his two charges, waving the Tricolour about. Shane tears his Team Ireland shirt off, tossing the shreds to the floor. Maeve removes her shirt, balls it up & throws it out into the audience after which she, again, shows off her physique to the audience. While the opposite team is talking over a strategy amongst themselves, Sean slinks on over and stands behind Molly. He lifts up the back of her dress and gets a good look at her backside before Molly realizes what's going on and slaps his hand away. She gives him a glare as he backs away to his corner while feigning innocence.*

Jeannie: Any woman from this planet would love to get attention like that from The Don Juan of Donegal!

*The bell rings and we have an odd combination to start us off: Maeve and Chaz Stone. Chaz looks pretty apprehensive about being in the ring with a woman and hesitantly circles around O'Hare. Maeve gives him a shove but it still doesn't do much to change his attitude. It takes a punch straight to the face from the fiery lass to finally get Chaz ready to compete as his eyes flare wide open.*

Tom: The giant Scotsman didn't seem to sure being in the ring with Maeve but I think that shot woke him up!

Jeannie: He's going to woman-handle her!

Tom: Maeve's bigger than most men, I won't shed any tears for her just yet.

*The 6'7" Stone reaches down and grabs Maeve by her shoulders and uses his power to hurl her halfway across the ring. Maeve looks a bit stunned, assuming she would have been able to use Stone's hesitation to her advantage. Chaz grins and Maeve looks none to pleased as she returns to her feet and charges towards blue goateed grappler. Chaz uses her momentum to his advantage by side stepping and shoving Maeve into the turnbuckle of his corner. With Maeve stunned, he lifts her up into a backbreaker and holds her in that position while tagging Molly Ringworm. Molly climbs to the top rope and drops an elbow across Maeve's throat as Chaz releases her and takes a stance in the corner.*

Tom: The old Decapitation Elbow made famous by Demolition! And Molly's going for a cover!

*Maeve is able to kick out before being eliminated. Molly quickly hops back onto Maeve and clobbers her with left and rights to the head before being shoved away again. This time as Maeve gets to her knee's she's met with a pair of feet to the face.*

Jeannie: Seeing a lot more aggression from the space case than we're used to.

Tom: After the attack she suffered last month, she has every right to be angry!

*Maeve rolls away from the onslaught but as she returns to her feet Molly connects with a wheel barrel face buster. Molly continues to attack and runs the ropes but Maeve gets back to her feet and tosses the doll girl towards the lights and she lands harshly onto her face. Maeve rubs her jaw for a second before putting the boots to her rival. Maeve scoops up her opponent and drops her right back down with a body slam. The member of Team Ireland goes for a knee drop but Molly rolls away leaving her to only connect with the canvas. Maeve winces and gets hit with a leg lariat once she reaches her full height. Molly's foot connects with Maeve's face and she stumbles back into her corner. Maeve growls and looks to continue but Sean McCann slaps her on the shoulder for a tag. Maeve looks annoyed but Sean struts past her and towards Ringworm.*

Tom: This buffoon...

Jeannie: He could make any girl's dreams come true! Sean! Over here! If she doesn't appreciate you, I do!

Tom: Down, girl, down.

*Cocky as ever, Sean stops in front of Molly and looks her over. Molly continues to glare but soon grins and wiggles a few fingers in her direction. She appears to flirt back with him and Sean bends forward with his lips puckered for a kiss. She instructs him to close his eyes first and he does so without hesitation. With Sean complying, Molly hops back a few steps and tags in Tommy Fright who steps over the top rope to enter the ring. He charges forward and big boots Sean smack in the kisser!*

Tom: I don't think that was the kind of kiss Sean was hoping for!

Jeannie: No! I think some of his beautiful teeth just flew into the front row!

*Sean is stunned as his dream quickly turned into a nightmare. Fright drags Sean to his corner and dominates him with left and rights, pummelling to a sitting position. He tags in his regular tag team partner, Victor Trauma, and the massive duo tosses Sean into the ropes. When he bounces back they turn him inside out with a double diving shoulder block. McCann looks as though he had just been ran over by a Mack truck. With Trauma + Fright still in the ring, they hoist McCann high over their heads in a gorilla press position. McCann dangles above the ring before he's slammed down to the mat by both men, his body going completely limp.*

Tom: That is the aptly named Concussion City and I think we may need to inform Sean's next of kin!

*Trauma + Fright seem to debate on how to further inflict punishment upon McCann until they spot Molly Ringworm standing on the middle rope, begging for a tag. Trauma complies and Molly scales to the top rope. She dives towards the prone body of McCann for what looks like a splash...but lands on her feet just beside him. Then she performs a standing splash to the amusement of the crowd before hooking a leg. And it's a one, two, THREE!*

Tom: Molly Ringworm has just eliminated Sean McCann!

Jeannie: WHAT?!?!

Finkel: Sean McCann has been eliminated!

Jeannie: That...that...jezebel!

Tom: Jezebel?! Have you been possessed by the spirit of 2003 era Jim Ross?!

*The masses erupt as Molly springs to her feet and rests her hands behind her back, swaying side to side cutely. Her faction cheers her on as the remaining members of Team Ireland enjoying a good face palm. Sean rolls to the outside, half dead, where he receives no sympathy from The Coach as he angrily berates him. Molly performs a little curtsy until The Celtic Giant Shane Malone enters the ring. Molly looks way, way, way up at him and he looks way, way, way down at her. Determined she sternly tosses a hand skywards, asking for a test of strength. Despite the fact that her hand reaches to about the middle of Malone's chest, if that.*

Jeannie: See! She's nuts! Only a crazy person would ask for a test of strength with Shane fricken' Malone!

*Malone gives her a smug expression and drops onto one knee to comply. Now that their at a closer eye level the test only seems ridiculously mismatched as opposed to UNGODLY mismatched. As Molly's much tinier hand looks to meet with Malone's she instead pokes him in the eyes with her free hand. Malone grips his optics while Molly inches back a few steps before using the giant's shoulder as a step ladder to perform a Shining Wizard. Malone looks a bit stunned and Molly hurriedly scrambles over to her corner to tag in a waiting Chaz Stone.*

Tom: Seems more clever than crazy!

Jeannie: Whatever! Now we've got a whoooole lot of meat in the ring!

*Chaz rushes over and begins pounding away at Shane in his kneeled position until he rises to his feet and the pair begin to exchange lefts and rights. This goes on for a moment until Shane hits Stone with a direct knee to the gut and doubles him over. He goes to whip Chaz into the ropes but it's reversed and Malone is sent into them. Both men crash chests in the center of the ring but neither man budges. It's Chaz's turn to run the ropes and the result is the same. Neither man budges. Chaz tries once more but this time is caught in a ring shaking Body Slam!*

Jeannie: Whoa! Surprised the ring didn't collapse from that one!

*Shane follows up with a few stomps before tagging in Aidan Donnelly who gladly accepts once he sees that Stone is down. He connects with a few kicks to the ribs as Stone is trying to get up and looks fairly proud of himself. As Chaz gets to his knees, Aidan connects with a stiff DDT from the kneeled position and drives his adversaries head into the mat. Aidan hooks Chaz's head onto again for a DDT attempt as he drags him to his knees but this time Chaz takes a firm grip onto Aidan's hip. He returns to his feet and hoists his much smaller opponent skywards before shifting him into a body slam position. Chaz performs a Rib Breaker tres amount of times before tossing Aidan like a sack of potato's with a Fall-Away Slam, effectively completing the Emerauld Reekie. Aidan yelps in pain but Chaz follows up by snatching him by the hair, and is ready to haul him up before he's met with a low blow. Why didn't the referee see this? Because Coach O'Hare has hopped onto the top rope to provide a timely distraction.*

Tom: Get him off the apron, ref!

Jeannie: Amazing coaching skills at work ladies and gentlemen!

*Trauma + Fright approach the Coach but he quickly slips back to his corner of the ring before any harm can come to him. Shane Malone is tagged back into the match. He hoists up Chaz into what undoubtedly has to be the world's largest Torture Rack, torturing the man with the blue goatee. The crowd rallies behind Stone and he is able to slip out of the hold and land behind Malone. Quickly, he syncs him up for a Russian Leg Sweep and is able to connect. While Malone is reeling Chaz tags Tommy Fright back into the match.*

Jeannie: Ya know, this is unfair! Stone's has team full of giants other than little Molly and Team Ireland only has one!

Tom: My heart bleeds for them. Really.

*Another pair of giants meet in the ring as Malone gets whipped into the ropes and lifted onto Fright's shoulders. He slams Malone down with a TKO and many have to wonder if the ring is going to be able to take it much longer. Aidan rushes into the ring in an attempt to interfere and is met with a Spinning Sidewalk Slam for his troubles. Trauma comes into the ring, deciding to give Shane the same treatment they gave this heart throb team mate earlier. Malone is whipped into the ropes where Aidan makes a blind tag. Malone is bounced off the mat from a Double Spinebuster and the crowd comes alive once more. Unfortunately, it's short lived as Aidan races behind Fright and rolls him up with a school boy. He holds onto the tights and places his feet on the ropes as well!*

Referee: One...two..three!

*The crowd boo's as Fright looks shocked at what had just occurred.*

Finkel: Tommy Fright has been eliminated!

Tom: Team Ireland steals another one, imagine that! Trauma + Fright looked quite dominant but Aidan used Tommy's inexperience to his advantage.

Jeannie: Ha! Now things are evened up!

*Fright very begrudgingly leaves the ring but not before giving the steel steps a harsh kick to let out some frustration. Understandably upset that his partner has been eliminated, Trauma decides to take this out on the man responsible. He nearly takes Aidan out of his boots with a strong Lariat that crumbles him up. Malone puts an end to this with a few clubbing blows to the back of the neck which drop Trauma to his knees. Maeve joins in and the pair stomp away until the referee is able to remove her from the ring. Aidan has had time to recover while Malone lifts Trauma onto his shoulders. While The Celtic Giant drops backwards, Aidan hits Trauma with a Swinging Neckbreaker*

Tom: Whiskey in the Jar! This could be it for Trauma!

*Aidan is still a little loopy from the lariat he took earlier but manages to drop down a hook a leg. ...One..two..nope, a kick out! The Captain is undaunted as he grabs Trauma's leg as he stands and hits a Kneebreaker. He holds onto the leg and then performs a Dragon Screw. STILL keeping a hold of the leg he then wraps it up in a Figure Four. The hold remains for a few moments until Trauma is able to grab the bottom rope. Aidan gives the leg a few stomps before tagging Shane Malone back in. Malone quickly snatches up Trauma and hits him with a Powerbomb, going for a pin almost immediately after. Oooone..twooooo..another kick out! Undeterred, Shane pulls his opponent up and goes for a second Powerbomb but this time Trauma manages to flip back to his feet as he's pulled onto Malone's shoulders. Quickly, he connects with a Sitout Jawbreaker that stuns the big man. Both men use this as an opportunity to tag out to Molly Ringworm and Maeve O' Hare.*

Tom: Each time these two get in the ring with one another it just becomes more and more intense.

*Molly and Maeve both rush in and Molly is able to take Maeve off of her vertical base with an R-Truth style Corkscrew Elbow. Maeve returns to her feet and eats a Dropkick (low in cholesterol!) and tumbles out of the ring through the middle rope. Molly quickly sprints across the ring and takes a dive over the ropes onto the smasher of transmitters and both girls smack against the barricade. After a moment, Molly drags Maeve back up but she rams her back first into the ring apron. Maeve follows up by tossing Molly into the steel ring steps before rolling her into the ring and soon following after her. Maeve shoves Molly's head between one of her arms and lifts her up for a Brain Buster which she is able to connect with. She hooks a leg! One...two...a kick out! Maeve follows up by trying to lock in a Dragon Sleeper but as she lifts Molly up, she uses her thin form to flip behind O' Hare. Molly takes her down with the "Delouser" a Reverse Twist of Fate. Molly uses the ropes to spring upwards to the top and leaps off with a Somersault Leg Drop that connects perfectly. Ooooone..twooooo...no, Maeve kicks out!*

Tom: Not enough to put Maeve away just yet!

*Molly motions for Maeve to get up and once she does, she leaps onto her shoulders. She punches away at the side of Maeve's head and tries to go for a Victory Roll but Maeve holds onto Molly's legs tightly. She uses her size and strength advantage to shift Molly forward enough to haul her over her head with a Gorilla Press. Maeve almost instantly segues into a Emerald Fusion!*

Jeannie: Skyline Driver!

*Maeve makes a tight cover and hooks one of Molly's legs. Ooooone..twoooo.......THREE!*

Finkel: Molly Ringworm has been eliminated!

Tom: 2 to 3 now, advantage Team Ireland.

Jeannie: Not looking good for the technico team right now...

*Maeve swings up and rolls Molly towards the ropes. She stands up and beckons one of the two men on the other apron to come and get her. Chaz is the first to answer the call, swinging his leg over the top rope and stepping into the ring, assuming a fighting stance. Chaz feints a forward dash to draw an action from Maeve. She flinches, causing Chaz to break stance and point at her mockingly, a big grin on his face and a laugh on his lips.*

Chaz: Ha! Got ye!

Tom: Chaz doesn’t seem to care too much about the disadvantage.

*Meanwhile, Maeve seems…unimpressed, at best. She sticks up her had for a test of strength. Chaz gives her an “are you serious” look, but quickly takes the knuckle lock. The challenge was a ruse—Maeve swings a kick at Chaz’s midsection, but he grabs her leg before the kick can connect and retaliates by shoving Maeve to the ground with a shoulder check. Chaz retains his grip on the limb and hits Maeve with a spinning leg lock drop. The Scot then stands and drops an elbow on Maeve’s chest, then presses his weight onto her for a pin.*

1…

2…

No.

Tom: Did Chaz really think that would be all it took to beat Maeve?

Jeannie: He’s used to women lying down for him, give the man a break.

Tom: Gah, woman, but that’s harsh.

Jeannie: Well, it’s true. God knows I would, anyways.

Tom: You can stop now.

*Both combatants have gotten to their feet, and are trading heavy blows. Maeve gets the better of the exchange with an eye rake, then transitions into a headlock, dropping Chaz with a textbook bulldog. Hanging onto the headlock, she cranks back for more effect, clamping her arm around Chaz’s temples. This soon proves to be her undoing, however, as Chaz wriggles out of the hold, sacrificing his bandanna in the process. Chaz proceeds to headbutt Maeve in the back of the skull, then quickly locks in a full nelson, bending his weight onto her for added pressure. He then swings his big leg around her, taking all of him—and her—with it to lock in the Ye’re Under Arrest.*

Tom: Ye’re Under Arrest, and it’s locked in tight!

Jeannie: I wouldn’t mind being his criminal some night.

Tom: Gross. But, lucky you, you’ve got a shot with him. He’s one of W*I*G’s most readily available bachelors.

Jeannie: Ohmigod, really?? Quick, how’s my hair?

Tom: *heavy sarcasm* Wonderful.

Jeannie: Heh, as always.

Tom: Oy vey…

*As the commentators discuss hair, Maeve has worked her way back up to a base on her feet again. She turns the tides with a jawbreaker that forces Chaz to drop the hold and stagger back. Maeve charges to the ropes and bounces off towards Chaz. Expecting to collide with the big Scot, she instead swings into open air. Chaz returns the favor with a back fist, but she ducks in time and pops back up—only to take the full breadth of the Scotsman’s arm to the back of her neck, dropping her hard.*

Tom: Nearly a KO shot from the Scot there, and he follows it up with a leg drop!

Jeannie: Chaz is quickly taking over this match up—Maeve would be smart to reach for a tag if she can, but I can’t blame her for wanting to stay in there.

Tom: *rolling his eyes almost audibly* Yeah, because nothing says loving like a donkey punch.

*Chaz picks Maeve up off the canvas and tries to Irish whip her, but she resists by pulling him in and hitting him with a shoulder block that doubles him over. She tries the same tactic with less success, as Chaz pulls her in and nails her with a European uppercut. Maeve staggers back, then boldly rushes her foe, only to be met with a Samoan drop. Chaz goes to pick her up, but she counters by rolling him onto the mat in a Small Package. Chaz kicks out at one-and-a-half; the two separate and both rise to their feet again. Chaz charges Maeve and takes a power slam for his troubles. Maeve then pulls Chaz to his feet and sets up for a Tiger Driver, but Chaz trips the Irishwoman up after breaking free from the hold. He picks her up and tosses her into a neutral corner with an ease that belies her size. Chaz stuns Maeve with a clothesline, then heads to his own corner and tags in Trauma. Barking a quick order, Chaz points at the female O’Hare and then takes off, blasting her with a Yakuza kick. He then rolls out of the ring as Maeve drops like a rock to the mat. Trauma, already in the ring, plows into the still seated woman with a running dropkick.*

Tom: Trauma enters the match in a big way—and don’t even say what I think you’re going to say, Jeannie.

Jeannie: *petulant* …you’re no fun.

*Trauma wastes no time in putting his boots to the brawny lass, and is being given a five-count to get out of the ropes. At the count of four, he finally obliges, allowing Maeve to get back to her feet. Trauma lets her approach him, then stuffs a grab attempt with a kick to the gut. He presses Maeve over his head as the crowd roars at the display of strength; then Trauma sees Aidan approaching. Instead of wasting a perfectly good projectile, Trauma drops Maeve right onto her team-mate. Chaz has a good laugh at this, while Coach O’Hare is livid at the bumble, as well as the cavalier treatment of his daughter. Thinking quickly, Trauma punts the rising Maeve in the head, then turns his attention to her would-be rescuer. Aidan is rudely hoisted off the ground and roughly smashed, spine first, into Trauma’s knee. Trauma then picks him up from his prone position and heaves the smaller Irishman easily with a gorilla press. He drops Aidan, but as his victim descends, Trauma lands a brutal kick to his opponent’s sternum, sending him flying backwards.*

Jeannie: Ouch.

Tom: You can say that again.

Jeannie: I could, and I would, if I were stupid. But no.

Tom: Er, okay…

*Maeve, meanwhile, has smartly tagged in Shane Malone, making him the legal man. Before Trauma can get too cocky, Shame drives a forearm into Trauma’s back, stunning him. The huge Irishman takes advantage of the situation by nailing Trauma with a hair-pulling back breaker that further stuns him. Shane then grabs Trauma by the legs and begins to swing him with great speed. After several rotations, Shane releases his grip, tossing Trauma towards the Team Ireland corner. Dizzy from his effort, Shane stumbles slightly to his corner, then gives Trauma a boot lace as the crowd boos their disapproval. By now, Aidan has begun to recover from the previous assault by Trauma and is now perched on the apron, fairly begging to be tagged into the match again. Shane obliges him, and Aidan jumps in, laying a few vicious stomps into the downed man. The cocky Aidan bends down to taunt the larger man, but the kick to the head that he takes serves to remind him that Trauma is still very much alive. Not nearly so brave now, Aidan quickly tags the Celtic giant back into the match and slips to the relative safety of the outside of the ring.*

Tom: Aidan doesn’t look so confident now that Trauma’s on his feet again.

Jeannie: That was a dirty trick.

Tom: I agree—Aidan shouldn’t have been so quick to kick a downed foe.

Jeannie: No, I mean Trauma playing possum and then kicking poor Aidan in the head. He could have hurt Aidan’s face!

Tom: …I give up.

*Shane steps into the ring and sizes up Trauma, who is doing the same for him. Shane has a slight size advantage, but this doesn’t seem to intimidate his opponent in the least, as Trauma makes the first move and goes for a high impact lariat on the taller man. Shane sees it coming and grabs his arm, twisting it into a arm wrench and trying to force Trauma onto the mat. Trauma resists, however, and jerks his arm back in an attempt to free himself from Shane’s grasp. This failing, he pulls again, this time wrapping his free arm as best he can around Shane, going for a belly-to-belly suplex. Shane wisely gets one leg wormed in between them, keeping Trauma from throwing him over. The two finally separate, glaring daggers at each other. Shane raises his hand and Trauma eyes it suspiciously, no doubt remembering what Maeve tried on Chaz earlier. He reluctantly raises his own hand, and the two lock fingers in a test of strength. Neither man wants to give in, and the tension begins showing on their faces as they both grip as hard as possible. Trauma’s teeth are gritted in frustration and Shane’s pale hand is red, the exertion making the knuckles still whiter by comparison. Eventually, both realize that it’s a draw and pull apart, each flexing his hand as if testing for broken bones. Trauma’s hand recovers first, it seems, as he gets in a ferocious roundhouse on the distracted Shane. Not one to waste an opportunity, he quickly capitalizes on his surprise attack, grabbing the large Irishman and pulling him up into a Gut-wrench powerbomb which sends Shane down to the mat with force before the larger man can get his bearings. Trauma’s not done yet, however. He plants a knee drop in the bigger man's chest, then pulls Shane back to his feet and, after a hard uppercut, gets his hands on either side of Shane’s thick neck.*

Tom: It looks like Shane may be about to endure some Blunt Force Trauma!

*The referee is poised to go down for the count, knowing what’s coming. But as Trauma impressively lifts Shane onto his shoulders, Aidan is behind him with Coach O’Hare’s Hurley. The ref can’t see past the wall of muscle that is Shane, and so looks surprised when Trauma drops the big Celt and falls to his knees, grabbing the back of his head. The ref turns to Aidan, who’s empty-handed outside the ring now, the very picture of innocent bewilderment. Meanwhile, Shane has recovered himself and pulled Trauma up with him. He hits a picture perfect Irish Car Bomb and leans his weight onto Trauma for the pin.*

1!

2!

TRAUMA GRABS THE ROPES!

Tom: Victor Trauma with a lucky escape there, grabbing on to that bottom rope & keeping himself in the match in the process.

*The referee orders Shane to release Trauma from the pin, which he does. The two big men stand again facing one another, Trauma having a little bit of trouble with his knee. Shane charges right at Trauma who pulls down the ropes & sends the "Celtic Giant" sailing over the top to the outside. At this, O'Hare orders Maeve to enter the ring. She charges full speed at Trauma who runs at Maeve herself & blasts her with a harsh-looking lariat. Both competitors go down on the mat; Maeve from the impact of the lariat, Trauma because his knee is killing him.*

Tom: Ridiculous! Team Ireland couldn't handle it that Trauma was getting the better of them so Maeve has to enter the ring illegally and... wait, what's Aidan Donnelly doing?

*What indeed? Aidan has slinked down nest to Tom & Jeannie's desk to retrieve a chair. As Coach O'Hare keeps the referee distracted by fooling about on the apron & trying to enter the ring, Aidan slips back into the ring. He lifts the chair up high & prepares to whack Trauma with it, but Trauma manages to evade Aidan's attack. He stands up & rips the chair from Aidan's hands. At this moment, Coach O'Hare dismounts the apron, telling the referee to turn around. Trauma blasts Aidan with a skull-rattling chair shot & the referee catches it.*

Finkel: Victor Trauma has been Eliminated!

*The fans boo, but Trauma has been eliminated, leaving Chaz on his own. O'Hare looks inordinately proud of himself as he watches Trauma reluctantly leaving the match at the behest of the referee. Shane Malone climbs back in over the top rope, seeming mildly refreshed despite his spill to the floor. Chaz looks rather angry as he leaps into the ring, clocking Shane in the back of the head with a massive forearm. This staggers him and he turns on Chaz, swinging instinctively. Chaz catches the huge fist in his own hand and shoves Shane back, having none of it.*

Tom: These two men are on an even keel, it would seem. Chaz has only a slight height disadvantage, but Shane’s got more muscle mass. It looks like the im--

Jeannie: I swear to God, if you say anything about immovable objects or unstoppable forces, I will kill you dead.

Tom: …Looks like they could be there for a while.

Jeannie: Fine with me. I’m loving the view!

*Chaz and Shane have entered into a back and forth, showcasing the sheer power of the two men. Jeannie must be ready to have an apoplectic fit at the sheer amount of muscle in the ring right now. Shane goes for a bear hug, locking his hands quickly, but Chaz has little of that, slugging his way out with a series of right hooks to the temple. Once free, Chaz runs back into the ropes, trying for a big lariat, which Shane ducks and follows up with a leg meant to trip the big Scot. Chaz, however, catches himself on the ropes opposite and heaves himself back into Shane, landing an elbow, which is better visually than physically, as Shane is hardly staggered. It seems that these two could go on forever. Then Shane overestimates his reach and lunges for Chaz, missing and giving Chaz the opening he needs. He grabs the bulkier man’s arm and lands a hard kick.*

Tom: Arm trap enzuigiri from Chaz, but Shane Malone isn’t going down so easy!

Jeannie: I would.

Tom: We all KNOW you’re easy, Jeannie.

Jeannie: Hey!

*Chaz, seeing that Shane hasn’t been felled, charges him with a jumping lariat that the Undertaker would be proud of, and drops his opponent. Going for a quick cover, Chaz gets a long two-count before Shane powers his broad shoulders off the mat. He shoves Chaz out of his way and gets back on his feet, looking more determined than ever. The two begin another power battle, each trying to get the advantage he needs. A scoop slam from Chaz yields no slowdown from the Irishman, and one of the same from Shane garners the same from the big Scot. This time it’s Shane who gets the opening he’s looking for, as he barely catches Chaz going for a cross body.*

Tom: Gal-a-Way Slam! Shane showing off that tremendous strength and now going for a pin!

Jeannie: Just look at them…

Tom: …Right.

*Shane is arched in a bridge, pinning Chaz but only getting a two-count for his troubles. Once again, the two mountainous men are facing off, both looking rather tired of each other. The two behemoths are both breathing rather heavily now, obviously worse for wear after their repeated attempts to prove their dominance.*

Jeannie: They’re looking a little winded. Maybe I should go comfort them--

Tom: No, Jeannie…you’re fine just where you are.

Jeannie: Oh, boo.

Tom: And Shane may have overreached himself, this time! Going for the Irish Car Bomb, but Chaz had that move well-scouted and reverses it with a Back Drop Driver!

Jeannie: That can’t have felt good.

Tom: No kidding. And now Chaz going for the big splash into a pin!

1…

2…

3—No.

Tom: What is it going to take to wear one of these men out?

Jeannie: I’d be willing to try.

Tom: I’m sure you would.

Jeannie: What’s that tone?

Tom: I’m not getting into this. Shane Malone, now showing off some of that strength he’s so well known for with a big stalling suplex! And now—no, wait, Chaz manages to roll back down to his feet--and now Chaz has Shane off his feet for a suplex! I would not want to try to get between those two.

Jeannie: Are you kidding? That’d be a dream come true.

Tom: …Seek professional help, Jeannie.

Jeannie: Now that you mention it, I AM due for a couch session soon…

Tom: Oh, my God. ANYway, Chaz still has Shane up, and he’s looking for—Emerald City Crash! Here's the pin!

1...

2...

No.

*Shane gets a shoulder up at the last second. Chaz picks him up off the ground, but Shane regains control with a punch to the abdomen. Shane follows up with a few more of these blows, then locks Chaz into an abdominal stretch. Chaz looks none too pleased to be in pain, but he's hanging tough through the hold. Shane redoubles his efforts, causing Chaz to wince. After a fashion, Chaz shakes some feeling back into himself with the help of the crowd. He then neatly bucks Shane over his back, Shane landing square on his ass. Still holding the arm, Chaz pulls Shane up to his feet and locks in his own abdominal stretch. Snatching Shane's other arm through his legs, Chaz denies him further leverage. The ref keeps Maeve from getting involved as Chaz ups the pressure, which Shane is doing a game job of warding off. Chaz then has a change of heart, whipping Shane off the ground and planting him with a pump handle slam! Chaz takes the advantage given him to recover as the crowd goads him back to his feet. Chaz stands slowly and climbs to the top rope, back to the prone Shane. After taking a moment to steady himself and line up his target over his shoulder, and with the crowd egging him on, Chaz leaps off the turnbuckle with the Hail St. Andrew, landing smack on Shane and scooping his leg for the pin.*

1--

2—-

3!!

Finkel: Shane Malone has been eliminated!

Tom: And Shane Malone has just been eliminated from this match, but that’s still not great news for Chaz, who has Maeve O’Hare and Aidan Donnelly yet to contend with, on his own.

Jeannie: Shame that Maeve’s in there to ruin my sausage fest.

Tom: …Eww.

*Shane isn’t pleased about this turn of events and makes as if to lunge at Chaz, who steps out of reach, grinning like a Cheshire cat. The ref steps in between the two, gesturing for Shane to get to stepping. He does so, albeit reluctantly. Chaz, his normal good humor restored by this step toward victory, waves goodbye to the fuming Irishman as he heads back up the ramp. Unbeknownst to Chaz, however, Maeve has entered the ring as the legal representative of Team Ireland. She charges Chaz from behind, taking advantage of his distraction and hitting him in the back with a hard forearm. The blow staggers Chaz, which Maeve takes full advantage of, stringing a number of clubbing blows together until Chaz is hung up in the ropes. Maeve backs up a few paces and charges Chaz, trying to knock him over the top rope. This backfires severely, as Chaz turns around, steps away from the ropes, and flattens Maeve with the Seattle Spinebuster. Chaz turns around to the crowd who respond with a massive cheer. However, he looks back around at his opponent to see that Maeve O'Hare is standing again already!*

Jeannie: WHAT...

Tom: THE...

Jeannie: HELL?!

Tom: Either she's really just showing off or Maeve O'Hare is a hell of a lot tougher than anyone ever suspected!

*Maeve gets right in Chaz's face again. She flexes her impressive arms as Chaz looks at her with a bit of a "What else ye got?" look on his face. She walks right up to him & starts butting him with her chest. She continues forcing her way forward as Chaz backs up a little bit, eventually Maeve headbutts Chaz right in the jaw. Chaz reels back from this move & Maeve whips him off to the ropes. As Chaz rebounds, Maeve takes him over with a Back Body Drop that surprises the big Scot. Maeve picks Chaz back up & drags him towards the Team Ireland corner. Aidan awaits her there, holding his foot up over the top rope. Maeve bashes Chaz's face against the sole of Aidan's boot before she tags in the Team Ireland Captain. Aidan continues to lay a few boots into Chaz as the "Tower of Power" tries his best to cover up. Aidan drops an elbow on Chaz & then tags out to Maeve again.*

Tom: Team Ireland, obviously keen to wear Chaz down as much as possible are trying to keep their exchanges frequent in order to ensure that they have a fresh person in the ring at all times.

Jeannie: They're certainly doing a good job of that.

*Maeve lifts Chaz up & Aidan moves to the outside again. Aidan starts fumbling around with trying to remove the turnbuckle pad. The referee moves over to try & stop him. Meanwhile, at an adjacent ring-post, Coach O'Hare has completely removed a turnbuckle pad. He quietly tells Maeve to join him. Maeve bashes Chaz's head repeatedly against the exposed steel until he is... yes... busted wide open. It's at this point that Aidan agrees to let the referee go back to officiating the match. Maeve then sets Chaz on the top rope & tries to hook him up for a "Celtic Tiger Bomb". Chaz manages to fight back, though & he shoves Maeve right off the top rope. Chaz wipes his face as his own blood begins to run down into his eyes & takes a look down at the woman splayed out on the mat before him. Chaz leaps off the top rope & lands a "Flying Scotsman" onto Maeve. The referee slides in to make the count...*

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2...





AIDAN BREAKS IT UP!

*Chaz gives Aidan a look of serious menace before Donnelly high-tails it back to his own corner. Chaz forgets Maeve for a moment as he gives chase to Aidan. Chaz confronts Aidan in the corner & the pair exchange some decidedly unpleasant words. Chaz grabs Aidan by the head & yanks him into the ring with a huge beal toss!*

Tom: Wow! Chaz isn't going to let Aidan casually sit on the sidelines in this match!

Jeannie: Hrrrm... me likey.

*Chaz then grabs Aidan, placing the Team Ireland Captain over his shoulders & cupping his feet...*

Tom: Oh, we know what Chaz Stone's going for here!

*Chaz lets out a cry of "ALBA GU BRATH!" before he takes a run & hurls Donnelly over the top rope with a Caber Toss so he lands on top of Coach O'Hare! The crowd lets out a massive cheer, which turns quickly to a boo as Chaz gets cracked in the face by Maeve O'Hare's massive right forearm! Maeve grabs Chaz's left arm & wraps it around his throat...*

Jeannie: And we know what Maeve O'Hare's going for here! This could be it for Chaz!

*Chaz doesn't allow Maeve to hit the "Cooley Cattle Drive" as he batters backwards with a few elbows, managing to strike Maeve in the face. Chaz turns around, properly facing Maeve now. He hefts Maeve up in what seems like a suplex. He holds her up there for a looooooooooong time before he reaches up with his right arm & clamps it around her throat. Chaz plants Maeve with an "Emerald City Crash"! He makes the cover...*

1...





2...





3!!!

Finkel: Maeve O'Hare has been eliminated!

Tom: Chaz has done it! He's over come the odds stacked against him & now he's managed to get this match on an even keel again as it's down to him & Aidan Donnelly!

*Aidan starts to get to his feet again outside the ring. He looks up as he sees Chaz stand inside the ring awaiting Aidan's entrance. Aidan looks around a little bit concerned before he dares to step into the ring.*

Tom: Has Aidan's courage deserted him now? The man who proclaimed himself a "Giant Killer" seems hesitant to step in the ring against Chaz Stone.

*Maeve, having just back to her feet, clubs Chaz in the back of the head & gets a few stomps on him. After seeing this, Aidan quickly dashes into the ring. With Maeve's assistance, Aidan lifts Chaz up in a Wheelbarrow position. Together they nail Chaz with "No Sleep 'Til Dublin"! The referee is yelling at Maeve to exit the ring the entire time. After hitting the move on Chaz, she does. Looking slightly more pleased with herself. Coach O'Hare remains by the ring as his daughter heads to the back. Aidan retains his hold on Chaz's legs, wrapping them up, almost like in an inverted Texas Cloverleaf as he locks in "Affluence".*

Tom: Maeve O'Hare's finally gone after taking another shot at Chaz Stone.

Jeannie: Just because he's rid of Maeve doesn't mean the end of his troubles. Now Aidan has Chaz's legs tied up in that "Affluence" hold.

*With the amount of punishment Chaz Stone has already taken, he, understandably, wants to limit the amount of time he spends in this hold. He begins scrambling towards the ropes almost immediately. Aidan tries to pull him back with all his strength. Aidan falls backwards & traps Chaz with a Reverse Body Scissors. Chaz is still able to claw his way across the mat. Very slowly, but surely, he manages to make it to the ropes, reaching out & grabbing the bottom rope with his right hand. The referee orders Aidan Donnelly to break his hold. Donnelly keeps the hold on & waits until the referee has begun his count. After the referee reaches the count of four, Donnelly acquiesces & lets go of Chaz's legs.*

Tom: It's not very often that we see Aidan Donnelly use that "Affluence" hold, in fact I think that may be the first time, but he's going to have to employ that style of wrestling if he wants to have an advantage over Chaz Stone.

Jeannie: True. As much as Aidan's physique drives the ladies wild he can't compete with that big hunk of beef-cake Chaz Stone in terms of power. WOOF!

Tom: .... Uuuuuh-huh.

*Aidan takes a few steps back, allowing Chaz to stand again. Aidan heads in low, aiming to take Chaz out with a Chop Block. Chaz manages to side-step the move in the nick of time. Aidan turns around to face the big Scot again, barrelling straight towards him. Chaz catches Aidan & gives him a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. Chaz whips Aidan into a corner. Aidan can do little but wait there. Chaz runs towards the corner, Aidan, feebly, manages to get a boot up into Chaz's fizzog. Chaz stumbles back a little bit, but he still goes back to the corner, he tries to set Aidan up on the turnbuckles, but Donnelly fights him off with a series of punches directed towards the cut on Chaz's forehead. Chaz reels back from these before Aidan socks him with a European uppercut. This still doesn't take Chaz down, so Aidan leaps up & hits Chaz with a Codebreaker. With Chaz finally downed, Aidan takes a little time to show off his own physique.*

Tom: Oh, please.

Jeannie: Mmmm... yes, please!

*Aidan turns to Chaz again, trying to bring him up to his feet. But "The Tower of Power" reaches up & wraps a hand around Aidan's throat. Chaz nails Aidan with a one-armed Chokeslam then throws up a double Maloik as he places Aidan's head between his legs. It's at this point that he notices Coach O'Hare trying to creep up onto the apron. Chaz drops Aidan & charges right at O'Hare, knocking him back down to the floor. Aidan is slowly dragging himself back up using the ropes. Chaz stands across the ring from Aidan, getting into a three-point stance as he measures Aidan up.*

Tom: Looks like Chaz is about to go for a Spear on Aidan. And Donnelly will be lucky if this doesn't break him in half!

*Chaz comes charging right towards Aidan. Aidan grabs the nearby referee & throws him into Chaz's path! Stone looks down at the crumpled ref, whacking himself on the head for making such an error. Aidan nods towards O'Hare outside the ring. First, Aidan nails Chaz with a Low Blow & the Coach follows up by blasting him with a Hurley shot to the skull. Chaz falls to the mat, the blood dripping fro the cut in his head which O'Hare & Aidan repeatedly punch at to try to open it up a bit more. O'Hare exits the ring & gets the chair that was discarded earlier. He sets it up as if it could actually be sat upon near to a corner. The Coach helps Aidan to drag Chaz towards that same corner.*

Tom: He's going to try to crush Chaz's throat with the back support part of that chair with a "Guinness Hangover"!

Jeannie: This is too much... even for me!

*As the Irish duo drag Chaz to the corner, the audience starts cheering. Fannie Package & Lana de la Croix come running down the aisle, neither moving particularly fast after their match earlier but still as quickly as they can go.*

Tom: And here comes the cavalry! Fannie Package & Lana are out to finally put a stop to Team Ireland's meddling!

*Fannie reaches into the ring & yanks O'Hare out rather forcefully. The Coach stands stunned for a moment. He quickly runs to the back as Fannie gives chase. Lana, meanwhile, gets in the ring to check on Chaz. Aidan grabs a hold of Lana by the hair & she gives him a harsh slap across the mug. Aidan rubs his cheek, which is turning bright red. He grabs Lana again, placing her in a Front Chancery. He grabs a hold of her wrist & one of her legs...*

Tom: Somebody stop this, he's about to give Lana the "D4"!

*... Aidan is clubbed in the back of the head by Chaz. Chaz checks on Lana to make sure she's alright before Aidan attacks again. Chaz quickly dispatches Donnelly with a Samoan Drop before he turns to Lana again. She insists that she's okay, but then points behind Chaz with fear!*

Tom: Now what's HE doing out here!

*Shane Malone cracks Chaz in the back with the chair that remains in the ring! Laying the chair out on the mat, Malone then grabs the rising Chaz & plants him with a "Dragon Slayer" right on the chair.*

Tom: Dammit! Shane Malone interfering after he'd already been eliminated & he hits Chaz Stone with a Dragon Slayer right on the chair. Things are not looking good for Chaz Stone right now.

Jeannie: Duh! Ya think?

*Malone rolls Chaz over & removes the chair as he advances on Lana. Lana backs up in terror & exits the ring quite quickly. Shane follows & is able to grab her by her long red hair. he then slings the woman over his shoulder & carries her away. All she can do is look back on the ring & cry out for Chaz.*

Tom: And now he's taking Lana! What the hell does he think he's doing? Somebody get security on that man right now!

*Aidan crawls over to Chaz Stone, whose face at this point resembles something from a horror film, & drapes an arm over him. The referee, having just come to after Shane Malone left the ring, makes his way over to Chaz & Aidan...*

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DING-DING-DING!

Tom: NO!

Finkel: Here are your winners... TEAM IRELAND!

*"I'm Shipping Up To Boston" begins to play again as the referee raises Aidan's arm in victory. Donnelly is barely able to celebrate. Fannie Package comes rushing out of the back just a second too late as she sees Donnelly getting his arm raised. Aidan is dazed & hardly able to register that he just won the match for his team. He gets up to his feet & leans back against the ropes, holding one arm in the air.*

Tom: Well, Team Ireland won it, but if it hadn't been for some underhanded tactics & the unwelcome presence of Shane Malone, I'm pretty sure that Chaz Stone would be celebrating right now.

Jeannie: Hey, Team Ireland won. Deal with it.

Tom: After beating Chaz up with a chair & having an illegal man in the ring... to say nothing of Coach O'Hare!

*Aidan then moves to the Team Ireland corner to retrieve the Tricolour. He unrolls the flag & places it over Chaz's fallen body. From the underside, Chaz's blood is already beginning to stain the flag.*

Tom: And now the burial. This is really uncalled for!

*Aidan exits the ring, looking extremely proud of himself. He steers well clear of Fannie Package as he walks up the ramp. She merely gives him a steely glare. Her concern lies elsewhere as she hurries down to the ring to aid Chaz. He sits up just as Fannie starts to enter & she helps the big Scot to his feet. The crowd gives Chaz a standing ovation as Fannie & he exit, but one can tell that Chaz is cursing himself for letting Team Ireland get the better of him yet again.*

Tom: Its such a shame, after Chaz gave such an effort, to see the match end like that!

Jeannie: Through some questionable tactics, Team Ireland manage to eke out a victory over the team of Ringworm, Stone, Trauma + Fright. But I think it's safe to say that all of these individuals will not rest easy after the result tonight.

[Jett Ripley]

Finkel: The following contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall, and will determine the winners of the Colvin Cup! Whichever team wins will be presented with a trophy, recognizing them as the official winners of the Colvin Cup, and each member of the winning team will receive a Money in the Bank Contract valid for ONE year following this match. The male winner’s contract will be valid to challenge for the W*I*G World Heavyweight Championship at any time within the expiration date of his contract, and the female winner’s contract will be valid to challenge for the W*I*G Undisputed Women’s Championship at any time within the expiration date of her contract. Now, introducing first….

*The opening of March to the Scaffold picks up on the Colvintron first, the crowd giving a rather mixed reaction, as it seems they'll be forced to do in this match. However in the middle of the this intro, the music immediately transitions into Goodbye Blood and Rose by Malice Mizer. Soon enough, the entrance ramp becomes bathed in a golden light, as the first team soon emerges from underneath the archway. The two look at each other briefly as they stand beneath the Colvintron, before quickly beginning their down the rampway towards the ringway. As one might expect, the two seem have developed some sort of relationship with one another, though in a strictly platonic sense.*

Finkel: Respectively from the Land of Purity and Las Vegas Nevada, at a combined weight of 398 pounds, Joshua and Vile!

Tom: Both of them look very focused, and with good reason. Consider what’s at stake in this match, and like them or not, how far they’ve gotten.

Jeannie:: It’s all or nothing for Joshua and Vile, and I’d have to say that each of them certainly would have the mind to put the title opportunities that come with winning this match to good use…

*The mixed reaction continues, the blonde haired Joshua calmly walking while folding his arms behind his back, while Vile simply marches towards the ring, a very focused expression apparent from the looks of things, though the mask makes it hard to decipher. Joshua quickly steps up the steel stairway, wiping his feet along the apron as he walks across, Vile meanwhile leaping atop there and vaulting into the ring, as Joshua steps through the ropes after. The two of them then head over to their corner of the ring and simply lay in wait,Joshua still keeping thise arms folded behind him, while Vile's own are present in a similiar manner in front of her chest.*

Finkel: And their opponents…

*“Living for the Weekend” begins to play on the Colvitron’s speakers, and the crowd immediately responds to the tune with a mixed reaction, much like they had done with Joshua and Vile. At the song’s 16-second mark, both Jason Hereford and Danny Taylor step out onto the stage, as the reaction to them increases in loudness. Jason looks at the audience from the top of the stage, sets his legs apart, and leans his head down. He swings his right arm in clockwise fashion, holding it high above his head as he clenches the fist. Danny, standing beside him, points at him with both of her arms outstretched, and after a brief moment, they make their way down to the ring.*

Finkel: From Greeley Hill, California and San Diego, California, respectively, at a total combined weight of 388 pounds, the team of DAAAANNY TAYLOR and JASON HEEERRRRFOOORD!

Tom: And on the other side, we’ve got another team that has an ambition that is no doubt equal to that of their opponents tonight. They might be a little overconfident, though…

Jeannie:: You can NEVER be too confident in this situation.

*Both of them indeed look to be a bit more confident than before, no doubt caused by their progress in the Colvin Cup, but they each retain their focus that has been characteristic of their visage in each match previous to this. As they reach the ring, Jason slides into the ring, climbing onto the nearest turnbuckle as Danny enters the ring nearby via the steel steps. At the top of the turnbuckle, Jason executes his usual pose, and turns his head over his shoulder, keeping his eyes on his opponents. Danny pushes her left foot backwards against the bottom rope, her back facing the stage, and with a single finger, tips her hat up, removing it, and takes off her old leather vest as well. Jason drops from the corner, turning around, and quickly removes his sunglasses and his trenchcoat; both of them nod to each other and hand their entrance gear to the referee, who in turn hands it to the timekeeper. When the opening formalities are complete and the music has faded out, both Jason and Joshua step outside to wait on the apron of their corners. The referee calls for the bell, and the match is soon under way.*

Tom: And Danny Taylor and Vile are going to be starting this one off.

DING DING DING!

*Danny Taylor and Vile step toward the middle of the ring, with both Jason Hereford and Joshua calmly looking on at their female partners from the apron. Neither Vile nor Danny seems interested in making the first move, both of them circling the ring while facing one another, keeping on their toes. Both of them lean towards each other, feigning a lockup before ducking back out. Again, both of them lean in, putting their arms up, but before they get close enough to actually lock up, both Danny and Vile pull their arms back and return to their earlier stance. Finally, it seems that the two circling women will lock up with another, circling closer and closer to the very center of the ring, slowly raising their arms. Both do so, pushing back and forth with no clear advantage going to either one of them—almost as instantly as they locked up, they each release their arms and back away a few steps, still keeping on their toes.*

Tom: The tension in this match is thick. I wish I could cut this with a knife, but not even a knife has the heavy duty power to go through this.

Jeannie:: I agree. Maybe these two teams aren’t exactly the most beloved to have stepped in to the Colvin Cup—not to take away from Jason and Joshua, who will have to wait for now—but whichever one wins will win a lot more than just a trophy.

Tom: A money in the bank contract for each member of the winning team, to be precise. That itself is worth almost as much as a title, and I don’t think after getting through all these other rounds in a tournament that has lasted this long, any of them are going to be taking this for granted.

*Like before, Vile and Danny Taylor step towards one another, locking up, though this quickly transforms into a few moves instead of a quick withdrawal. Vile grabs a hold of Danny Taylor’s left arm, applying a hammerlock and spinning behind her, wrenching at her arm. Danny feigns a punch behind her, as Vile leans back slightly, before managing to counter the hold and put Vile in a hammerlock of her own. Vile drops to a knee, rolling herself over and turning the hammerlock into nothing more than a grip on her arm. Vile armdrags Taylor down to the mat, transitioning into a scissored armbar. Danny, biting down on her lower lip in pain, clenches her right fist and punches at the side of Vile repeatedly, hoping to break her out of the hold. Vile seems far from ready to relent, but Danny continues to punch at her enough times to get Vile to finally break the hold, clutching her side for a moment as both of them get to their feet, Danny wringing her left arm slightly. Danny lunges forward and grabs Vile by the shoulder, whipping her toward the ropes, but Vile counters, instead sending Danny bouncing back from the ropes. Danny throws a clothesline, which Vile ducks, and rebounds into the ropes opposite. Danny charges towards her even faster this time, only for Vile to jump into the air, catching Danny on her shoulders with her legs and throwing her straight to the mat with a hurricanrana. The sheer momentum of the move sends a confused Danny sliding halfway across the ring, her legs out straight behind her as she clutches at her head. Vile quickly gets to her feet and throws a low dropkick just as Danny rolls out of the way, Vile landing on the mat and missing her target entirely as Taylor clambers up to her feet. As soon as Vile is halfway up, Taylor rushes at her with a barrage of forearms to the head, forcing her back into the nearest corner.*

Tom: Quick and aggressive counter from Danny Taylor!

Jeannie:: And that just goes to show you how even in a match like this, momentum can totally turn around almost instantly and with nearly any move.

*Fortunately for Vile—and possibly Danny—the corner is a neutral one. Danny begins kicking at Vile’s midsection in the corner, before turning her arm around and throwing a few back elbows. With Vile in a temporary daze, Danny grabs her and sets her up on the top turnbuckle, facing inward to the ring. Danny climbs up as well, throwing a few more forearms and elbows before grabbing Vile around the head and waist, lifting her up in a suplex position. Vile manages to hook her leg around the turnbuckle, blocking the lift, and retaliates with a few punches to Taylor’s abdomen. Danny releases Vile from the lift attempt and responds in kind with some punches of her own, alternating between the head and the stomach. Vile wavers, reeling back from the impact of Danny’s punches; encouraged, Danny winds back and throws a wide haymaker. Vile leans to the side, and catches Danny during the follow-through around the waist, pushing her off of the turnbuckle and onto the mat, Taylor landing on her back in the middle of the ring. Danny stumbles at her feet, running back towards the corner as Vile leaps off and takes her down with a leaping crossbody, remaining on top of Taylor to go for the pin.*

Tom: Flying crossbody from Vile. Will she get an early victory?!

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*Almost as soon as Danny kicks out, Vile grabs her by the right leg and begins kicking at it, before throwing it haphazardly down to the mat and delivering a few stomps. Vile picks Danny’s leg back up and drops an elbow into the pit of the knee, pulling at her leg around the elbow. Danny scrunches her nose as she lets off a brief, but agitated, sound of pain. With both of her arms free, Danny turns the rest of her body on her side and pushes, rolling over. It breaks the hold, but only briefly, as Vile grabs her leg again and digs the elbow into the pit of the knee, pulling at Taylor’s leg like before. With her arms still free like before, however, Danny feigns another roll over, pressing both of her hands on the mat and twisting her body to the side. In response, Vile instantly releases the hold and jumps up to her feet, going for a leg drop, but perhaps a bit too hastily as Taylor rolls to the side, Vile landing beside her as she entirely misses her target. Danny pulls herself up to her feet, trying to shake off the temporary pain from the leg lock as Vile gets up as well. Just as Vile turns around, Taylor hits her with a clothesline and knocks her back down to the mat, before grabbing her around the torso and dragging her over to the corner of her partner, Jason Hereford. Danny throws Vile into the corner quite aggressively and makes the tag to her partner.*

Tom: And Danny Taylor gets the tag to Jason Hereford.

Jeannie:: Honestly I can’t say I’m surprised…but I can’t blame her, either. She’ll benefit from the tag, no doubt about it.

*Danny takes Vile up to the top of the turnbuckle as Hereford slips into the ring, dropping down onto his back and raising his knees up, holding them a few feet away from the corner. Taylor grabs Vile in a scoop slam lift and turns her around, body slamming her straight down onto the knees of Jason Hereford a few yards below, the impact sending her crashing off of him and down to the mat. Hereford gets up to his feet and drags her away from the corner, before dropping down and going for the cover.*

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KICKOUT!

Jeannie:: I know she kicked out, but still, I doubt that felt good.

Tom: Probably not. The team that can get more double team moves in this match may have an advantage…although which team that will be is too early to tell.

*Hereford pulls Vile up into a seated position, standing above her, and locks in a front face lock with his right arm as he clubs at her upper back with the other. Slowly, Hereford pulls her upwards, backing his feet away to try to keep with hold locked in with a maximum amount of pressure being applied. Vile punches at Hereford several times, trying to force him to break the hold; Hereford responds with a series of short knee lifts directed around her abdomen and shoulder while keeping the face lock held in. Finally, Jason lifts her up suplex-style, Vile slips out from it, landing behind Hereford and dropkicking him from behind. The momentum of the kick sends him stumbling forward into the ropes as Vile gets back up to her feet. Bouncing off of the ropes, Hereford runs at her, throwing a high knee which she ducks, dropping down to a prone position as he sails over her entirely. Hereford grinds to a halt as Vile gets back up, running towards him. Just as he turns around, she hits him in the side of the head with a few elbow smashes, before she grabs him by the shoulder and executes an Irish whip. Hereford reverses the whip, sending her running towards the ropes instead. Instead of standing in the middle of the ring and waiting for her, Hereford runs towards Vile. Just as she reaches the ropes, she jumps up onto the middle rope, turning around and springboarding off lariat-style. Hereford, running towards her, reacts in the nick of time and slides onto the mat, avoiding it as she flies over him. Vile lands on her hands and knees, and so quickly scrambles back to her feet as Hereford gets up and turns around to face her. Vile runs at Hereford, who puts his head down at the last second. Vile manages to flip over him however, and by grabbing onto his hips, executes a sunset flip!*

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Jeannie:: That was close.

Tom: Like you said, things can completely turn around in an instant.

*Hereford rolls backward, getting back to his feet with the same pace as Vile. She kicks Hereford in the abdomen, causing him to double over for a moment, and grabs him around the head, signaling for an Evenflow DDT. Just as she rears back, Hereford pulls himself back as well, stopping her momentum flat and blocking the move altogether. With Hereford still in the face lock, Vile begins punching at his midsection, as he does so to her as well. Quickly, Vile releases the hold and backs off, Jason throwing an errant forearm. As he winds back up, she hits him with a roundhouse-style kick to the side of his abdomen, sending him stumbling back. Vile runs back into the ropes opposite as Jason continues to move backwards, nearing the ropes. She runs toward him, jumping up with a crossbody. Instinctively, he catches it, but stumbles back into the ropes from the momentum of the move. Against the ropes, Hereford dumps her over his shoulder to the outside as he turns around, Vile landing to the apron just outside as she hits him with a few side elbows. Jason throws a pair of forearms in retaliation, both of them on roughly even ground. Again, Vile throws more elbows, but Hereford’s responding forearms get the better of Vile on this second occasion. Jason pulls her through the ropes, grabbing her around the waist and lifting her up in a gutwrench, looking to powerbomb her straight out of the ring and onto the mat below. Out of desperation, Vile wraps her legs around Hereford’s head and executes a hurricanrana, sending both of them crashing out onto the floor below!*

Jeannie:: Holy shit, that had to hurt!

Tom: You’re not kidding. Given the nature of this match, you can expect either team to turn to such high-risk maneuvers to survive the other. And I think that completely applies in this kind of situation!

*With both of them totally stunned and on the floor mat outside, the referee begins to his count of ten.*

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*While in most situations of this importance, the partners on the apron would drop down and interfere to get their partners back into the ring, Danny Taylor and Joshua both look on at one another, silently daring the other to do so first.*

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Jeannie:: I don’t believe this. This match better not end in a countout.

Tom: I hope it doesn’t.

4!

*Jason and Vile both get up somewhat; Vile pushes herself up on the ring apron as Jason claws at the retaining barrier opposite to the ring. But neither Danny nor Joshua, looking towards their partners, do anything to interfere on the behalf of their team.*

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6!

*Vile rolls into the ring as Jason slides in shortly thereafter. Both quickly get up and turn to face one another. Jason rubs at the back of his neck with a brief shudder as Vile nurses her back, feeling quite in pain from the hurricanrana that sent both her and Jason Hereford out of the ring and onto the floor shortly before. Jason lunges forward and grabs Vile by the head and shoulders, turning her around and locking in a full nelson. He prepares to run forward to execute a Traction Backbreaker, only for Vile to slip out and behind before he can totally begin moving. Jason elbows her in the side of the head, hastily grabbing her in a 3-quarter facelock. He raises his free arm, motioning to execute a snapmare driver, but Vile pushes him away. Jason turns around, running towards him and jumping up, grabbing his head in mid-air with a facelock, pivoting her body to execute a tornado DDT, but Jason Hereford grabs her around the waist, spinning his body around and throwing her to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Jason drops down and hooks a leg.*

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Tom: It would probably be in Vile’s best interests to make the tag.

Jeannie:: Yeah, if she can actually fight her way away. If she does she’ll be golden. If she doesn’t…well, the match might end sooner than you’d like to think.

*Jason gets up to his feet and sits Vile up, wrapping his arms around her head with a sleeper as he digs a knee into her back, wrenching at her head as he pushes his knee as hard as he possibly can while he attempts to get the sleeper completely cinched in. But before he can do so, Vile manages to push herself up off the mat, jumping back down into the seated position and hitting Hereford with a jawbreaker that sends him staggering back. With Hereford away, Vile shoots up to her feet and makes the tag to Joshua, who eagerly—but with that usual, calm expression upon his visage—steps into the ring. As Joshua enters, he helps Vile up, and whips her in the direction of Jason Hereford. Hereford instinctively throws a knee, but Vile baseball slides under it entirely, winding up behind Jason. With Jason’s guard temporarily down, Joshua runs straight towards him and catches Jason with a leg lariat that sends him crumpling to the mat. As Vile exits, Joshua drops down and makes a cover on Hereford.*

Jeannie:: Very inventive strategy.

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Tom: Not quite a 3, but close! And you’re right. Hereford’s rather defensive against strikers like Joshua, so compromising that defense might get Vile and Joshua the upper hand to put him away.

*Joshua gets to his feet, picking up the still-stunned Jason Hereford up by the head and kicking him in the stomach, doubling over as he picks him up, suplex style, and executes a snap suplex to the vagabond to send him straight back down to the mat. Joshua picks Jason back up, whipping him into a neutral corner. As Jason collides with the turnbuckles, Joshua rears back before running straight towards the cornered Hereford. Joshua leaps up into the air, throwing a bicycle kick just as he is mere feet away from Jason, though Hereford ducks to the side at the last moment, causing Joshua to throw both of his legs into the corner as he ricochets and falls right on his back. Joshua clambers up to his feet, though not before Hereford advances towards him, forcing him into the corner now. Jason hits him with a pair of forearms and a high knee in the corner. Again, Jason throws a big knee to Joshua’s face, pushing him against the very corner itself, before pulling him out, grabbing his right leg and executing a leg whip to take him down to the mat. Jason grabs the same leg, stomping at it a few times before turning Joshua over onto his belly. Jason stands over Joshua, crossing his legs and threading the proverbial needle between them with one of his own before leaning back and grabbing Joshua’s head.*

Tom: Inverted STF from Jason Hereford! Taking a page from the book of Keiji Mutoh with this one.

Jeannie:: He can take a page from my book…heh heh heh.

Tom: What is that even supposed to mean?

*Jason sneers, pulling upward at Joshua’s head with the Inverted STF. But just as the referee is about to ask Joshua if he’s ready to give up, Hereford notices Joshua inching towards the ropes. In his position, Jason is unable to try to drag him away, and Joshua finally makes it to the ropes, grabbing on with one hand as he attempts to force Hereford off of him with the other. The referee begins his count of five, warning Hereford what will happen if he fails to release the hold before the end of the count.*

Tom: If I were Hereford, I wouldn’t hold it in much longer if at all. He doesn’t need to risk a disqualification.

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*Hereford releases, rolling to the side and getting off of Joshua. He picks the man up, lifting him around the torso as he pulls him off the mat. Jason executes a side slam, but Joshua elbows him in the side of the head before he can complete the move, causing Hereford to drop him to his feet. Joshua quickly delivers a Side Russian leg sweep, taking Jason Hereford down to the mat as he drops down to make the cover on him.*

Tom: Quick leg sweep for a counter! Is that going to do it?!

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*Joshua gets back up, pulling Hereford up to his feet by his greasy hair. Halfway up, Jason begins punching at Joshua’s midsection, trying to fight himself free. Joshua staggers back as Hereford gets up. Jason leans toward Joshua, his arms drawn up as if trying to grapple with him. Joshua throws an errant high roundhouse kick; Jason leans back out of the way as it narrowly misses his head. Both circle about the ring, facing one another as Jason leans toward Joshua again. Joshua throws another roundhouse, this time at the midsection, which Hereford quickly dodges, once again avoiding it rather narrowly. As soon as Joshua misses, Jason dives for his legs, bringing him to the mat with a double leg takedown. Hereford grabs the right leg as he gets up, executing a death lock as he falls back, bending the leg of Joshua who groans in pain. Jason picks him up by the shoulder, whipping him into the ropes, though Joshua stops him cold, hitting him with a forearm followed by a pair of kick roundhouse-style kicks to the side. Jason staggers forward in pain, only to now be whipped into the ropes. As Jason bounces off the ropes, running toward Joshua, Joshua rears back, readying a savate kick. Joshua begins to swing his leg forward, but as he does so, Jason Hereford grabs the nearby referee by the shirt as he spins around, holding the official as a shield as he stops in his tracks.*

Tom: Come on now, this is ridiculous!

Jeannie:: I’ll say…Joshua should’ve been a better tactical mind to have seen something like this coming!

Tom: No way! This can’t be how this match ends!

*While Joshua’s features remain calm, his eyes bulge out. Standing before him is Hereford holding a frightened referee, the ref’s eyes equally as large as those as Joshua—but Joshua’s foot is mere inches from the referee. With his person safe, the referee frees himself of Jason Hereford as Joshua reverses the movement of his leg. The official begins jawing towards the vagrant, warning him of a possible disqualification, but Hereford backs away, holding both of his arms up, his palms open and his fingers outstretched. Hereford quickly turns his head over his shoulder, and noticing his teammate standing nearby at their corner, leans back and tags in Danny Taylor. As she enters, he exits rather slowly, finally pulling himself entirely out of the ring long after Danny enters.*

Tom: And after a…less than admirable…plan of escape from Joshua’s retaliation, Jason Hereford makes the tag to a well-rested Danny Taylor.

Jeannie:: You can call it less than admirable if you want. But he isn’t DQ’d and he’s still in one piece. I’d say Mission Accomplished.

*Danny Taylor runs toward Joshua, not missing a step as the two come to blows with one another. With the distance short, Joshua is unable to utilize any kicks, instead forced to use punches and forearms much like his opponent is currently using on him. Joshua retaliates but Danny’s strikes overwhelm him for a moment, giving her an advantage to pick him up, body slamming him to the mat as she drops an elbow. Joshua rolls out of the way, Danny narrowly missing as her arm hits the mat and bounces off. Joshua and Danny both get up to their feet as Joshua delivers a pair of toe kicks to the midsection of Danny Taylor, causing her to double over. Joshua pulls back and quickly lifts his left leg up, swinging it downward towards her neck to execute an axe kick, though not before Danny manages to pull herself out of harm’s way. As Joshua’s leg misses, Danny runs toward him, executing a low dropkick to his right leg and taking it out from under him. With Joshua temporarily down, Danny grabs his right leg and drapes it across a nearby bottom rope, before jumping up and dropping a knee across the leg. Danny begins stomping at both legs, favoring an attack of no leg in particular as she simply continues to stomp at each. After roughly fifteen such stomps, she ceases and picks Joshua up, punching him several times in the head as she whips him into the ropes, and runs to the ropes opposite. As both rebound off of the ropes, Danny winds up her right arm and takes a swing with a hard lariat to Joshua. But Joshua ducks it at precisely the right moment, Taylor’s arm flying over his head. Both bounce off of the ropes again and run towards each other like before. Joshua throws a spinning wheel kick, narrowly missing Danny who slides under it; but Joshua and Danny both get back up to their feet, though Joshua before Danny, as he gives chase to her. Danny continues running in the direction before and jumps up onto the middle rope, jumping off and turning around, and launching a tomahawk forearm at Joshua. But Danny’s momentum is suddenly cut short with a dropkick from Joshua catching right in the abdomen as both of them hit the mat. Joshua makes the cover.*

Tom: Danny Taylor went for the For Dan Sr. and it didn’t pay off! I don’t know if Joshua could’ve timed that dropkick better than he did! Will that counter do it?!

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*Joshua pulls himself up to his feet slowly, nursing both of his legs. Clearly, all of the recent kicks and running coupled with the attacks to his legs have dealt him no favors, which he exhibits with a slight wince on his face. Grabbing Taylor by the head, he drags her in the direction of his corner and makes the tag to Vile. Immediately, the masked woman steps back into the ring, then nailing the trapped Taylor with a stiff elbow right to the face! Joshua releases his grip on the cowgirl, as she's sent reeling back from the blow. Vile then fires back with a second shot, Taylor staggering a bit further. She then grabs the woman by her arm and pulls her forward right into a stiff knee to the stomach. Taylor gasps out in pain, now hunched over across that same knee, as Vile then hoists her up high into the air, before driving her down for a gut buster, loosening the air from her lungs. Taylor grasps again at that chest area of hers, eyes wide in pain. Vile meanwhile drops down, hooking the leg and attempting a cover.*

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Tom: That little exchange there will do no favors to Danny Taylor, despite the kickout.

Jeannie:: Very much. It’s good for Joshua that he got the tag too, because his legs definitely don’t look to be in the best condition.

*Taylor manages to kick out, though still holding her torso slightly as she sits up. Vile simply rises back up, looking down at her opponent, before rearing back and driving a knee right into her face, putting her flat on her back once more. She then walks back over to the ring apron and makes another tag back out. Joshua smiles and nods, before grabbing ahold of the top rope, then somersaulting over, landing atop Taylor with a seated leg drop right across that sore midsection of her's. She again grasps at the area, eyes widening once more pain, as she rolls along the mat a bit. She quickly tries to get back to her feet, Joshua immediately driving his foot right into that same area. Taylor however catches in in mid move, then lunging out and nailing Joshua with a few quick fists to his face! The blonde haired young man grimaces slightly amongst these, only to leap up and crack her in the side of the head with an enziguri, bringing the cowgirl back down!*

Tom: Big enzuiguri for the counter! That’s a move that always hurts, especially when it comes out of nowhere!

Jeannie:: If only he were with me and he could co—

Tom: That’s enough outta you!

*He grasps and rubs over his face slightly, before getting back to his feet once more, then tugging Taylor back over towards his partner. Joshua then rears back and kicks her right in the chest, Danny once again yelping out in pain, as he then turns back around and tags once more to his own ally. Hereford meanwhile watches from across the other side, though not seeming to be too concerned for his tag partner's well being. Or at least not enough to do anything about it just yet. Vile meanwhile steps back into the ring, grabbing ahold of Taylor and locking her in a rather tight bearhug, now doing further damage to that mid section. Taylor's eyes light up once again in pain, teeth clenching slightly as she's forced to further endure this pain. Joshua meanwhile charges over to the opposite side of the ring, before bouncing back off and charging at the aloft Taylor, leaping up and cracking her in the face with a picture perfect Bicycle Kick to the face! Hereford watches on from the apron, now looking a bit more annoyed, perhaps sensing his partner may need some assistance soon. Vile meanwhile continues to crush Taylor in her arms, further putting pressure on that body of her's. Joshua meanwhile backs up once again, a rather focused look forming in his eyes as he rebounds once more, only to be sent tumbling to the outside, as Jason lowers the top rope stealthily! The blonde haired young man crashes to the mats, grabbing once again at his face. Vile meanwhile seems a bit surprised, wondering where her tag partner has gone. As she does so, Taylor manages to let loose with a mighty ear clap to the side of her masked head, loosening that bear hug and causing Vile to grab at her cranium in pain. Taylor meanwhile drops down before her, grabbing ahold of the woman and holding her up high into the air, before driving her down with a spinebuster! Both her and Vile once again fall to the canvas, Taylor grabbing her stomach, as Vile rubs over her own smarting back.*

Jeannie:: That’s a hell of a spinebuster.

Tom: Indeed. Vile may have the speed advantage, but Danny Taylor has got great power for her size and huge moves like that make it easy to see how!

*Joshua meanwhile rises back to his feet on the outside, looking quite dazed. He soon however looks even more so, as Hereford charges towards him along the apron, before leaping off and taking him down once more with a diving crossbody! Immediately the both of them go tumbling down to the ground, Hereford now raining down a series of rather vicious fists atop of Joshua's features. He then rises back up off of him, looking to the inside of the ring where the referee is still pre occupied with Vile and Taylor who are still recovering at this point. Hereford then grabs Joshua by one of his already hurting legs, propping it up against the barricade nearby. The young man then backs up with a rather sadistic smirk, before charging full speed and connecting with a running boot to the base of that limb! Joshua's eyes immediately widen, as he yelps out in pain, immediately tumbling back down to the ground and grasping desperately at that limb. Hereford meanwhile looks on with satisfaction, slowly turning around to the return to the apron, only for Vile to charge in out of nowhere, taking him down in mid step with a suicide dive through the ropes! Jason too is sent sprawling to his back from this move, looking a bit surprised, as Vile meanwhile mounts the fallen man and begins to unleash a series of vicious elbow shots to his facials!*

Jeannie:: Seems like that high-risk move certainly paid off!

Tom: Indeed. It’s a good thing too, because Joshua’s starting to look a little worse for wear, especially after the exchange with Jason Hereford.

*Taylor is meanwhile still recovering on the canvas, herself not quite aware of what's going on as she regains her composure. She quickly begins crawling over her side of the ring, looking to tag out once more. However to her dismay, Hereford is nowhere to be seen. The woman looks quite frustrated with this, grabbing her head and raking her hands down the side of her head, before reaching back over to grab her stomach. As she sits there, Vile gets back off of the downed Hereford, before returning her attention back to Taylor who’s still down inside the ring. Immediately she slides back from under the ropes, then charging back over and unloading with a series of vicious stomps across that same abdomen area, Taylor's eyes widening in pain amongst this assault! Vile then reaches down, yanking Taylor back up to her feet, Taylor firing off a few quick fists to her stomach, only to quickly be stopped with another knee to the gut, stopping her attack once more. As she does, Hereford seems to have returned to the apron, though rubbing his face slightly from this earlier assault. Vile meanwhile whips Taylor off towards the nearby turnbuckle, sending her crashing back against there. She grimaces in pain, Vile immediately charging back over and colliding into that chest with a powerful shoulder tackle! Once again Taylor doubles overs, grabbing her abdomen in pain, as she stumbles back out of the corner. The masked woman then hoists her up into the air, before driving her back down across a knee with a rib breaker! Perhaps literally in this case, as Danny yelps out again in pain, Vile now dropping her to the canvas and climbing atop for another pin attempt.*

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*The resilient cowgirl manages to get the shoulder off the canvas this time. Now looking a bit more annoyed, Vile quickly rises up, before leaping into the air and crashing down with a jumping knee drop across that stomach, Taylor's eyes widening once more in pain. Vile then pushes back to her feet, as Joshua also has returned to the apron, though rubbing over that leg as he stands there. Vile quickly yanks Taylor back over in his direction, before tagging out again. She then locks Taylor in a full nelson hold, as Joshua steps back into the ring, quickly firing off a series of kicks to the stomach, of course using his less hurting leg. Again Taylor grimaces in pain amongst this punishment. Vile then calls for another move, releasing that hold on Danny, then motioning over to Joshua, who nods back. The two of them take her in grip, then hoisting her in a double suplex, slingshotting her stomach first atop the ropes, then swinging her back around and dropping her with a double sit out slingshot suplex, Taylor's once again gasping out in agony! Vile quickly rolls outside of the ring, as Joshua rubs at his leg for a quick moment, before rolling over and climbing atop the fallen Taylor for another pin attempt!*

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*Yet again, the rough and tough Taylor shoots her shoulder from off that canvas. Immediately Joshua looks a bit concerned by this, glancing briefly back over at Vile on the apron, who simply nods. The young man quickly uses his legs, wrapping them tightly around that body of her's, now beginning to apply an absolutely brutal body scissors, squeezing tightly with those powerful limbs of his and slowly squeezing the air from Taylor's body. Immediately the woman begins to grimace in pain, now wriggling about desperately in this hold as she tries to escape it. Joshua continues to squeeze and compress on that body of her's, bringing his legs closer and closer around that body and further crushing that form of her's. Taylor desperately looks for a way to escape this hold, a bit too far away from the ropes to grab hold. She insteads reaches forward, lunging in and punching Joshua right between the eyes, the young man immediately grasping at them in pain, his leg's grip loosening quickly. Taylor then takes advantage, grabbing ahold of Joshua's hurting limb and rising up, immediately taking him into a half Boston Crab!*

*Immediately the young man gasps out in pain, eyes watering slightly as she begins to pull and wrench back on that limb of his. Quickly the young man begins crawling forwards, shaking his head stubborning as he refuses to submit. Instead he begins making his way over to Vile on the ring apron, reaching out as far as he can with an outstetched arm, Taylor meanwhile trying to hold him back with her strength as he yanks on that leg. However to no avail as Joshua once again makes the tag to his partner, who immediately charges into the ring, driving a foot into the back of Taylor's head, knocking her loose and sending her back down to the mat. Grabbing at the back of her head, Taylor slowly rises back to her feet. As soon as she does, Vile grabs her from around the waist and immediately takes her into a belly to belly suplex, driving her back down into the canvas and bringing her own weight down atop that abdomen. Taylor once again gasps in pain, grasping yet again at that torso. Vile once again hooks the leg, once again looking to make a cover!*

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*And once more, Taylor somehow manages to bring that shoulder of her's from off the canvas. Now seeming quite angry, Vile slams a fist into the canvas with a loud thud. Once again she pushes back to her feet, immediately pulling Taylor up by an arm, then whipping her hard off towards the turnbuckle, Taylor once again slamming back against there. Vile then charges right at her once again, nailing her with a running knee right to that same stomach, sending Taylor doubling over in pain yet again. Vile then quickly hoists her up and sits her from atop the turnbuckle, now crossing her throat slowly. She then quickly climbs up after, wrapping her legs firmly around the throat of Taylor, setting up for the Vilecanrana! However Taylor blocks the move, instead cracking her in the side of the side with a stiff fist. She then grabs ahold of her dazed form, then leaping off the top turnbuckle, taking them both down to the canvas with a TOP ROPE JUMPING PILEDRIVER!*

Tom: Good God, what a move! Something like that can change the momentum of a match like this instantly!

Jeannie:: Danny’s taken a lot of punishment, but I’d wager a move like that alone can even the playing field!

*Vile and Danny come crashing down hard, Vile's form immediately flopping over onto it's back, as she lays there in a heap. Taylor meanwhile pants a bit, still not quite recovered from this constant assault she's endured so far. Slowly the cowgirl crawls over towards the masked woman's fallen form, draping an arm atop and looking for the cover!*

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*Joshua almost immediately charges in, breaking up the move with a quick kick to Taylor's face, sending her rolling off! Vile meanwhile continues to lay there, at last finally starting to show signs of life once again, as she rolls along the mat slowly. Most assuredly, if Joshua had not made the save, this match would most likely have been over by this point. Quickly the blonde haired man returns the apron, Hereford simply looking on in annoyance, as he almost had victory well in hand. Immediately both Vile and Taylor begin crawling slowly towards their respective corners, both of them desperate to recover. Joshua and Jason meanwhile wait on the ring aprons, both looking quite eager to receive the respective tags. And they aren't be disappointed, as soon enough Taylor manages to make her way over, followed soon after by Vile!*

Tom: And both men are now in the ring!

Jeannie:: This brings a whooooole new meaning to “hot tag!”

*The two men quickly charge at one another into the ring, Joshua quickly aiming a high roundhouse at Jason, who manages to duck under it, then grab him form behind, taking him high into the air with a backdrop suplex! The blonde hiared man grasps at his back in pain, Hereford quickly springing off the nearby ropes, then charging as he rises back up with a high knee to the stomach, sending him tumbling back to the canvas with the force! He then slips behind, Joshua once again rises back to his feet, though a bt more slowly this time, as Hereford lunges in and clips his hurting leg with a chop block, taking him back down to the canvas once again! He then charges over, knocking a dazed Vile off the apron with a swift clothesline, sending her down to the outside quickly! He then turns back around, now waiting in the corner to end things. Joshua once again pushes back to his feet, then turning around as Jason lunges forward a superkick! Joshua however drops down into a bridge, then rolling forward and taking a stunned Hereford quickly into a school boy rollup!*

Tom: Rollup outta nowhere!


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*Hereford quickly escapes the move, rising back up to his feet. Joshua immediately follows, gabbing his briefly, before launching a second roundhouse kick at his opponent. Hereford however once again ducks under it, then doubling him over with a swift kick to the stomach. Hereford then leaps over, quickly rolling Joshua up into a sunset flip!*

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Jeannie:: Damn, that was close as anything.

Tom: Neither man can afford to lose a step now!

*Joshua however manages to escape this time. He quickly rolls back to his feet, Hereford soon to follow. Immediately the two of them begin exchanging a series of kicks, Joshua still focusing on using that undamaged one, as Hereford meanwhile focuses on the other with his own feet, the two battering each other all over with these feet of theirs, enduring each blow quite stubbornly as neither of them falters in their attack. Meanwhile as they are involved in this assault, Vile charges back into the ring, looking quite angry, only for Taylor to charge in herself out of nowhere, connecting with a powerful lariat and turning the masked woman inside out! Vile immediately rolls out instinctively towards the outside, Taylor charging in and helping her out with a stiff kick to the side, sending her tumbling out of the ring with ease, with the cowgirl in pursuit!*

Tom: Vile’s interference has seemed not to have paid off, as now she’s been sent packing by Danny Taylor!

Jeannie:: And now that the fight has turned pitched, Danny can brawl with her on her own terms. Not what Vile was hoping for…

*Joshua once again aims a high kick, but again Hereford ducks underneath, then sweeping the other leg with a foot of his own! Joshua gasps in pain once more, quickly dropping down onto his back. Hereford then quickly begins stomping away with his Ten Stomps of Pain, focusing the first five on the less hurting left, then five more on that much more aching right side, as Joshua cringes in pain. Hereford then quickly grabs ahold of those legs, setting up for a Sharpshooter, only for Joshua to shove him off in mid move with those feet of his, sending Hereford stumbling forwards with the force. He then quickly gets back to his feet, leaping up and immediately wrapping those legs around Hereford, taking him into a swift rolling clutch pin!*

Tom: Rolling clutch! Rolling clutch!

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*Hereford swiftly escapes the position, then getting back to his feet. Again Joshua grabs at those legs of his, before getting back to his own. Meanwhile on the outside, Vile and Taylor can be seen trading blows with one another, Vile firing off with a series of stiff elbows, while Taylor meanwhile fights back with some good ol fashioned fists, the two women also looking to be bruising themselves quite a bit in their own assaults. Back in the ring, Joshua immediately springs back up as he rises, clipping Hereford with a low dropkick, then charging full speed for a Shining Wizard. However Jason catches him in mid move, before taking him down swiftly with a Cold Concussion, driving Joshua down hard into the canvas with this Fisherman style Brainbuster! The young man grabs at his neck slightly, laying flat on the mat now, as Hereford quickly climbs atop, looking for a pin!*

Jeannie:: Ouch!

Tom: The Cold Concussion, one of Jason Hereford’s most powerful moves! Is that going to do it?!

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*Joshua manages to get shoulder up from this move. Hereford looks on with surprise, but refuses to be deterred by this move, as he turns his attentions towards the nearby turnbuckle. Quickly, the young man begins climbing atop. However as soon as he does, Vile springs onto the apron nearby, aiming a shot at him, Danny meanwhile nearby laying stomach first across the barricade for the moment. Hereford however sees her coming and shoves his foot forward, sending her flying off the apron once more! He then turns back around towards the now rising Joshua, rubbing his hands together quite confidently, then leaping off with a Torpedo Dropkick! Joshua however manages to roll underneath him, as Hereford instead crashes into the canvas! He grasps at his back slightly, now laid out on the canvas for the moment. The Innocent member notices this and quickly springs atop the turnbuckle nearby, focusing intently, then leaping off with a Guillotine leg drop, driving his leg down right across Hereford's face! Jason immediately grasps at those features, as Joshua meanwhile grabs at that neck once more, before climbing atop and covering Hereford for a pin attempt!*

Jeannie:: Good Lord, what a leg drop! He almost decapitated him on that one!

Tom: Jason’s got to be in a bad way now! Will that do it?!

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Tom: Jason Hereford with the shoulder up, and not a moment to spare.

*Hereford too manages to get a shoulder up despite this devastating manuever. Immediately Joshua gets back to his feet, now stomping down on the canvas and focusing his eyes intently, as he looks to finish things. Hereford quickly pushes back to his feet, just in time to meet a Soul Cleanser! He however quickly side steps the move, then grabbing Joshua from underneath the arms, immediately hoisting him into the high air for his own Dead End Driver! Joshua however counters as well, quickly wrapping his legs around Hereford's neck and pulling forwards, taking him into a Hurracanrana pin!*


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*Hereford however counters, using his own position and rolling Joshua forwards with his own weight into a second pinning predicament!*

Tom: Reversal from nowhere!

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*However this time Vile runs in, delivering a nasty kick right to the back of Jason, breaking the pin and sending him grabbing at the area in pain. Vile then quickly hoists him off the mat, now managing to position him for the Viledriver! Hereford however manages to slip behind, before shoving her forwards, just in time for Danny Taylor to charge in and take her into a devastating Taylor Bomb, sending the masked woman down to the canvas once more in a heap, now grabbing once again at her neck. Taylor looks at Hereford with a rather cocky smirk as she rises up, only to suddenly get taken down with a swift Soul Cleanser, sending her down to the canvas as well quite quickly. Joshua then turns around, looking back at Hereford with a rather content expression on his face, Jason simply looking back with a more annoyed one on his own. Joshua almost immediately springs forwards with a superkick, which Hereford quickly ducks under, before springing back and unleashing one of his own! Joshua however catches hold of that foot, then swinging Hereford around by it, only for Hereford to come right back with a Dragon Whip style kick to the face, sending Joshua back down once more! He quickly climbs atop, looking once more for a cover!*

Tom: What a Dragon Whip!

Jeannie:: Usually I’d think of Hereford as being insane for trying to use a leg move on Joshua, but it seems to have worked this time.

Tom: Will THAT do it?!

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*Joshua manages to get a shoulder from off the canvas. Hereford immediately looks down in disbelief, now grabbing at his head in frustration. He quickly gets back to his feet, yanking Joshua back up after him, only for the young man to immediately spring up with another Soul Cleanser attempt, this time connecting and sending Hereford down in a heap! The now near motionless Jason lies there on the mat, grabbing at his face desperately. Joshua rubs his forehead slightly, perhaps in relief, as he climbs atop, hooking the leg for a cover.*

Tom: SOUL CLEANSER! SOUL CLEANSER!

Jeannie:: Goodnight, Jason. I’ll mourn the loss of beauty your face has just suffered…

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*Danny lunges in from out of nowhere; managing to shove Joshua off of Hereford a split second before victory is obtained! Immediately Joshua looks up in absolutely disblief, Danny now trying to recover from this brutal attack she suffered just now, barely able to stand it appears. Joshua looks on quite intently now, a rather focused expression on his eyes now, as he immediately lunges in with a swift kick to the stomach, once again doubling Danny over in pain, as she drops down to her knees. Joshua then sets up for a second Soul Cleanser, nodding slowly as he focuses on his target. However before he can connect, Vile charges in from behind out of nowhere, aiming a stiff elbow at Taylor as she rises back up. Perhaps out of instinct, Taylor ducks down, instead sending Vile crashing elbow first into Joshua's face! The young man immediately stumble backwards, looking quite dazed, as Taylor immediately lunges out, tackling Vile outside of the ring and to the ground once again. Meanwhile Joshua still grabbing his face looks on in pain, before eying the rising Hereford once more. Immediately the young man climbs onto the outside apron, then springing off the top rope. However before he makes it completely, Hereford lunges in and racks the bottom rope, causing Joshua to lose his balance, leaping off immediately, though managing to land on his feet. However as he lands, Hereford aims a kick right to that hurting leg, stunning Joshua quickly, before he hoists him high into the air, then driving him down quickly with a second Dead End Driver! Joshua immediately flops down to the canvas, laid out in a heap. Hereford quickly crawls over, draping himself atop and hooking the leg!*

Tom: The DEAD END DRIVER! Executed with devastating efficiency!

Jeannie:: Joshua’s head almost got crumpled like a tin can!

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*Vile tries to slide in, but Danny grabs ahold of her leg from the outside, preventing her from making it in time!*


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*Joshua can't answer the count in time and the bell sounds, signifying the end of this match. As “Living for the Weekend” hits over the speakers throughout the W*I*G-Sphere, the crowd erupts into a mixed reaction like before as Hereford slowly sits up on the canvas, panting slowly as he tries to recover. Danny meanwhile slides into the ring and grabs at her chest area, as the two look at each other in disbelief.*

Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen... your winners of the match... and FIRST EVER Colvin Cup winners, the team of JASON HEREFORD AND DANNY TAAAAAYLOOOOOOORRRR!

*Danny helps the exhausted and stunned Jason Hereford up to his feet, as he staggers about, holding onto the nearby ropes for support as he throws an arm up. The referee, meanwhile, exits the ring and returns with a pair of black metal briefcases, sliding in. He hands one to Jason, who pushes himself off the ropes, grabbing the case, as he falls to his back, clutching it and breathing heavily with a cackle. Danny receives the other; she drops her knees, clutching the briefcase to her chest as her eyes fill with tears.*

Jeannie:: Look at this heartfelt celebration! Their dreams have been realized on this very night!

Tom: Oh please. I for one want to know where Danny’s hiding the onions at.

Jeannie:: What?

Tom: You know what? Nevermind. Why don’t you go drink the Kool-Aid too?

*Meanwhile, as Jason and Danny celebrate in the ring, Joshua and Vile roll to the outside, the masked woman looking quite furious it appears as she gets right in Joshua's face, now yelling at him for failing to get the job done against Hereford. The blonde haired young man simply nods and hangs his head in shame, as well as grabbing slightly at that hurting leg of his. Storming off in a huff, Vile quickly heads to the backstage once again, far away from her Colvin Cup partner. Joshua simply looks back up as she exits, casting a quick glance back towards the ring, then following far behind her, as he too seems to want to be far away from his failure.*

Jeannie:: Well it looks like that alliance is done for.

Tom: It was made for the Colvin Cup, and now with victory evading them, Joshua and Vile no longer have anything to gain from it.

Jeannie:: Not to mention, Vile seems to be angry as hell, too.

Tom: Hmmmm…yes, that MIGHT have something to do with it…

*Danny’s “emotional” celebration—and Jason’s astonished equivalent—continue, with both of them paying little heed to their opponents after the match. Jason remains laying on the mat, his black briefcase clutched, almost magnetized, to his chest. With tears in Danny’s eyes and a shocked expression on her face, she raises her briefcase above her head with both hands, and the crowd responds quite loudly, both with boos and a few cheers.*

Tom: Well, like them or not—

Jeannie: And we already know how you feel about that…

Tom: Jason Hereford and Danny Taylor have outlasted every other team that has entered, and after more than six months, have finally become the first ever Colvin Cup champions. For Jeannie Lawless, I’m Tom Bailey. Good night, everyone, and thanks for watching.




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