W*I*G: Attrition

[Reynaldo Fernandéz]

*The camera cuts to the W*I*G-Sphere, as the Colvitron lights up with a package featuring a montage of two armies marching towards one another on an open battlefield...cutting to tanks rolling across a hillside, before cutting to a battery of artillery, firing into the sky at unknown targets. The Colvitron suddenly cuts to footage of a battle, two enemy armies storming towards one another, bayonets out as pyro explodes on the stage, erupting into mushroom clouds as Roman candles shoot high up in the arena. The crowd goes wild, cheering extremely loudly, as a single word replaces all the action.*

ATTRITION

*The camera cuts to ringside, featuring the two primary commentators of W*I*G sitting at an elaborate table.*

Tom: Hello, I'm Tom Bailey.

Jeannie: And I'm Jeannie Lawless! And over to the table next to us are our two Armenian commentators, Ed Garbackyan and Gregory Kojerian. But they're not really import--

Tom: And welcome to Attrition, the latest Pay-Per-View event in Wrestling's Innovative Genesis! Tonight, we have a war's worth of battles, fought between only the toughest in the world of professional wrestling. 10 women will square off tonight for Rosie's Undisputed W*I*G Women's Championship!

Jeannie: The White Boys will defend their W*I*G World Tag Team titles against 9 other teams in a gauntlet to decide, once and for all, what team truly deserves to hold the titles.

Tom: Chaz Stone will battle the team captain of Team Ireland, Aidan Donelly, one-on-one.

Jeannie: And we'll have Legend vs Giant...Archibald Barnes vs...Gigantor Maximus. *Snicker*

Tom: And don't forget...Coltrane and Synthy Eris will have what will, as some have speculated, be their final battle for the W*I*G World Heavyweight Championship. Should our current champion Coltrane lose, Synthy will be crowned the new W*I*G World Heavyweight champ. Should Synthy lose, she'll never be able to challenge Coltrane again.

Jeannie: All this, and much, much more here tonight...

Tom: At W*I*G: Attrition!

[Reynaldo Fernandéz]

Howard Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And, under the orders of general managers Jett Ripley and Reynaldo Fernandez, if anyone interferes in the match, than the interferer and the party they interfered for will be fired.

*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 white headband, a white kimono robe, half white (right leg)/half black (left leg) tights with a yin/yang symbol on the front and butt and down the legs, 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. Then, he moves over to the corner and starts untying the top turnbuckle cover.*

Tom Bailey: And, we are ready to see James “Magnum” Constance take on Damien Blood. It is amazing how this man has gotten to Magnum so much in just the little time he’s been here.

Jeannie Lawless: It makes ya wonder what the future holds.

Tom: Well, I don’t know what will happen in the future, but I do know tonight that these two are going to have knock-down, drag-out fight!

Jeannie: True, and what is Damien doing in the corner?

Tom: Is he trying to untie the turnbuckle cover!? How does the ref not see that!?

Jeannie: I don’t know.

Tom: Anyway, let’s go to John Cena, who’s trying to get a word with James “Magnum” Constance.

*We cut to John Cena backstage. He is wearing a nice suit and runs up Magnum as he walks to the ring. Magnum is wearing sunglasses, a Detroit Tigers cap, a Hawaiian shirt, orange tropical floral design trunks, black knee pads, and black boots. He looks focused and walks past Cena.*

John Cena: Mr. Constance, can I have a word with you? Just what are you going to do in this match?

Magnum: I’m gonna make that motherfucker bleed.

*Magnum walks off, and we cut back to the ring.*

Tom: Okay…I apologize for Magnum’s remark.

Jeannie: Man, Magnum looks angry and focused. I love it when he looks like that!

Tom: Can’t you think without your libido for once?

Jeannie: No, not really.

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

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

*James “Magnum” Constance comes out to a big pop. He walks to the ring as some pyro goes off. As he’s walking, Magnum takes off his cap, shirt, and sunglasses and throws them to the ground. Then, he runs into the ring and charges at Damien, hitting him with a spear. The bell rings as both men are punching and kicking each other. Magnum gets the upperhand with a series of hard punches to Damien’s head. Then, he gets up and starts stomping on Damien. Suddenly, Damien hits Magnum with a drop toe hold. Then, he kips up. Magnum kicks at Damien, but Damien grabs his leg and starts stomping on his knee. Suddenly, Damien starts pulling Magnum’s leg back toward him, wrenching it. He stomps on Magnum’s knee some more. Then, he pulls Magnum to the corner, exits the ring, and flings it into the turnbuckle. Damien grabs Magnum’s leg and does it again.*

Tom: Well, these two are wasting no time in this match. And, now Damien is working on Magnum’s knee.

Jeannie: That’s smart. Magnum wants to kill Damien. So, he’s going to take out Magnum before Magnum can do the same.

*The referee exits the ring and warns to Damien to stop it and to get back into the ring. As this goes on, Magnum slides from the corner and limps over to the opposite corner. Damien reenters the ring and charges at Magnum, but Magnum catches him with a kick to the stomach and alternating jabs to the head and chest. Damien hits Magnum back, but Magnum gets the upperhand, pushing Damien into the ropes. Magnum whips Damien across the ring. Damien hits the opposite ropes and bounces off of them. Magnum goes for a clothesline, but Damien ducks and runs back to the ropes he was whipped off of. Magnum runs to the opposite ropes and bounces off of them. They charge at each other, but Magnum wins out by hitting Damien with a lariat takedown. Magnum jumps up, hits Damien with an elbow drop, and unleashes a flurry of punches onto Damien. The crowd cheers with each punch and then gets up. Damien gets up as well, and Magnum pushes him into the corner. Magnum then violently whips him into the opposite corner, causing Damien to hit the turnbuckle and bounce off of them.*

Tom: Santa Vaca! Damien hits the corner and bounces off the turnbuckles like they were rubber!

Jeannie: It’s only gonna get more intense from here! Though, I don’t know why Magnum is doing all this.

Tom: He doesn’t want Damien to bully Nicole Michaels.

Jeannie: But hasn’t she made Magnum’s life a living hell for the past few months?

Tom: Yeah, but I didn’t say the reason made any sense.

*Damien sits up, holding his chest. Magnum walks over to Damien, grabs him by his hair, picks him up, and drops him to the mat. The referee yells at him for them, but Magnum ignores him and does it again. The referee yells at Magnum again and gets in between him and Damien. Damien crawls over to the ropes and tries to escape, but Magnum sees him, runs past the referee, and stops Damien with a knee to the back. Then, he grabs Damien’s head and pushes him throat first down onto the second rope, choking him. The ref begins a 5 count.*

Ref: 1…2…3…4…*Magnum lets go.*

*Then, Magnum runs to the opposite ropes, bounces off of them, runs across the ring, and goes for a senton; but Damien moves out of the way. However, Magnum stops himself for hitting the ropes. Damien doesn’t see this and is celebrating. Magnum waits for Damien to turn around. He does, and Magnum hits him with a jumping superkick. Then, he goes for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Damien kicks out.*

Tom: Wave Goodbye to Damien Blood, but it doesn’t end the match.

Jeannie: It would have been funny if it did. You know, because the move is called “Wave Goodbye,” and…

Tom: Yeah, I get it.

*Magnum gets up, runs to the ropes, bounces off of them, runs back to Damien, and hits him with a jumping knee drop to the head. Damien jumps up, holding his head. Then, Magnum gets up, grabs Damien’s left arm, picks him up, rolls Damien’s arm over his head, and pulls at it. Then, Magnum hits him with a few shoulder thrusts, holding onto each arm with each thrust. Then, Magnum locks Damien into a wristlock. He wrenches on Damien’s arm a few times, picks up Damien by his arm, and drops him to the mat, still holding onto Damien’s arm. Damien yells out in pain, and the ref asks if he wants to give up. Damien yells “No,” and Magnum wrenches of Damien’s arm a few more times. Then, Damien gets back up onto his feet. He tries to push Magnum back into the corner, but Magnum picks up Damien by his arm again and drops him to the mat. Then, Magnum places Damien’s arm onto the mat and drops his knee onto Damien’s left shoulder a few times. He then puts his knee onto Damien’s bicep, pushing it onto the mat. Damien’s other shoulder falls to the mat, and the ref goes for a count.*

Ref: 1…2…*Damien gets his shoulder up.*

Tom: Magnum works over Damien’s arm and almost gets a pin.

Jeannie: A little payback to Damien for going after Magnum’s knee a few minutes earlier.

Tom: Well, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.

Jeannie: Don’t be cliché, Tom. It makes you sound old.

Tom: I will if you promise not to make numerous sexual comments.

Jeannie: I’m sorry, I was a little distracted by Magnum’s butt.

*After a minute or two, Magnum gets off of Damien’s arm and picks him up. He rolls Damien’s arm over his head, but Damien flips over onto the mat, flips over again, and reverses the wristlock. However, Magnum counters with an eye rake. The ref admonishes Magnum for this. Damien grabs his eyes and shakes his head. Magnum just pushes the ref aside. Then, he grabs Damien’s head and starts punching him. He then sends Damien back to the mat with a hip toss, drops a knee onto Damien’s left shoulder, and locks Damien into an armbar. Damien manages to get up onto his knees, but Magnum keeps him from getting to his feet. Damien then grabs Magnum by his ear and pulls on it, trying to get him to let go of the hold. Magnum yells out in pain, but he doesn’t let go of the armbar. However, it does allow Damien to get up onto his feet. Suddenly, Damien reverses the armbar into a hammerlock on Magnum. But, Magnum reverses it into a hammerlock of his own. However, Damien reverses Magnum’s hammerlock. But, Magnum just reverses it back. Suddenly, Damien grabs Magnum’s head and tries to flip over him, but Magnum stops him by dropping Damien to the mat onto his arm.*

Tom: Owwie! Magnum drops Damien right onto his left arm!

Jeannie: “Owwie”!? That’s the best you can think of!? “Owwie”!? What are you, twelve!?

Tom: What!? Can’t a guy say, “Owwie?”

Jeannie: God, you annoy me!

*Damien sits up holding his arm. Magnum however doesn’t let Damien get a breather and goes back to work on his left arm, locking him into an armbar. Damien manages to get up onto his knee, but Magnum keeps him off his feet and pulls back on his hair. The ref grabs Magnum’s arm and makes him let go of Damien’s hair. Then, he starts yelling at Magnum, but Magnum ignores him. Suddenly, Damien rakes Magnum’s eyes. Magnum doesn’t let go of the armbar, but the eye rake allows Damien to get up onto his feet. He pushes Magnum into the ropes and whips him across the ring. Magnum bounces off the ropes, and Damien hits him with a dropkick. Magnum rolls out of the ring. Damien walks over to the ropes, but Magnum grabs his feet and trips him to the mat. Then, Magnum pulls Damien over to the corner, placing him crotch first onto the steel post. Suddenly, Damien pulls his feet forward, sending Magnum face first into the steel post.*

Tom: Hot Damn! Damien sends Magnum face first into the steel post!

Jeannie: “Hot Damn!” Don’t you mean “Owwie!”?

Tom: Shut up!

Jeannie: Oh no! Magnum has a boo-boo!

Tom: Shut up!

Jeannie: Maybe I should go kiss it and make all better!?

Tom: God, I hate you. And, sit down!

*Damien rolls out of the ring, and the ref begins a 10 count.*

Ref: 1…*Damien picks up Magnum.*

2…*Damien whips Magnum across the floor.*

3…*Magnum hits the steel steps. The ref yells at Damien for doing that and then goes back to counting.*

4…*Damien climbs up the steps as Magnum tries to get up.*

5…*Suddenly, Damien stomps on Magnum’s right hand. The ref yells at Damien for this, but Damien ignores him and stomps on his other hand. Magnum jumps up, yelling in pain and shaking his hands.*

*Damien reenters the ring. The referee keeps on yelling at him, but Damien keeps ignoring him. On the outside, Magnum walks around the ring to the far side of the ring facing the hard camera. Suddenly, Damien backs into the ropes, bounces off of them, runs across the ring, jumps over the top rope, and lands on Magnum with a no-handed plancha. The audience boos Damien as he gives a devilish grin.*

Tom: Damien takes out Magnum with a plancha on the outside, and it looks like he has taken control of the match.

Jeannie: The ball is in Damien’s court, now. Let’s see if he makes a lay up or a three point of if he goes for a dunk.

Tom: How do you know so much about basketball?

Jeannie: I’ve dated a lot of basketball players.

Tom: I should have figured that.

*Damien picks up Magnum and throws him into the ring. Damien climbs up to the top turnbuckle as Magnum gets up, and then Damien jumps off, landing on Magnum with a diving crossbody. However, Magnum manages to roll it over into a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Damien pushes Magnum off of him.*

*Damien kips up. Magnum charges at him, but Damien takes him to the mat with an armdrag. Magnum gets back up, but Damien hits him with a dropkick. Damien gets up and stomps on Magnum’s hand again. The ref admonishes Damien again, but he just brushes the ref off. Magnum rolls onto his stomach, and Damien jumps Magnum’s back with a senton. Then, Damien grabs Magnum’s hand and starts biting his fingers. The crowd boos, and the ref pulls Damien off of Magnum’s hand. He starts yelling at Damien, but Damien feigns innocence. Then, Damien slaps the back of Magnum’s head a few times and then goes back to biting Magnum’s hands. The ref grabs Damien again and pulls him off of Magnum. The ref yells at Damien and threatens him with disqualification, but Damien just looks at him with disdain. Magnum grabs his hand and rolls over onto his back. Damien walks over to Magnum, grabs his arm, and locks him into a wristlock. Then, he starts yelling at Magnum “How does that feel!? Huh!? How do ya like that, bitch!” and starts stomping onto Magnum.*

Tom: Damien Blood showing no mercy for James “Magnum” Constance.

Jeannie: He better be careful though. He could get disqualified. The referee didn’t like him biting Magnum’s fingers.

Tom: I doubt Damien cares about the ref or getting disqualified.

*After a few seconds, Damien starts pulling back on Magnum’s finger trying to break them. Then, he suddenly throws Magnum’s fingers to the mat. Magnum jumps up in pain, holding his hand, and walks into a corner. Damien walks over to the corner and hits Magnum with a knife edge chop. The crowd shows their disdain for Damien by not even letting out a “Woo!” for him. He doesn’t care though and hits Magnum with another chop. Magnum walks out of the corner, but Damien stops him with an elbow smash to his back. Damien places him onto the ropes and tries to whip him across the ring, but Magnum reverses it. However, Damien holds onto Magnum’s arm, pulls Magnum toward him, picks Magnum up, hits him with a backbreaker, picks Magnum up again, and hits him with gutbuster. Magnum rolls over onto the mat holding his stomach.*

Tom: Damien gives Magnum a bad case of Hepatitis!

Jeannie: They shouldn’t have shared tattoo needles!

Tom: What?

Jeannie: It was a joke.

Tom: Oh, I get it now. It just took me a while.

*Damien gets up and stomps on Magnum’s hand again. The ref yells at Damien again. As this goes on, Magnum gets up, holding his hand. Damien pushes the ref aside and pounces on Magnum with a judo chop to the shoulder. Magnum turns around, and Damien hits him in the chest with a vicious chop, which Magnum back into the ropes. Damien grabs Magnum and ties him up in the ropes. The ref runs over and tries to untie Magnum. However, Damien pushes him down and starts punching and chopping Magnum. The crowd boos. The ref gets back up and gets right into Damien’s face, yelling at him. Damien makes like he’s gonna punch the ref, and the ref flinches. Then, Damien runs to the opposite ropes, bounces off of them, and charges at Magnum. Suddenly, Magnum pushes up, unties himself, charges at Damien, catches him, hits him with a throat-first flapjack onto the top rope, and follows that up with a clothesline. The crowd cheers.*

Tom: Sweet Baby James! Magnum catches Damien off guard, hitting him with Kiss The Sabre!

Jeannie: He wasted valuable time with the ref. That gave Magnum some time to recover and get out of the ropes.

*Magnum picks up Damien and pushes him into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Then, he whips Damien across the ring. Damien bounces off the ropes, and Magnum goes for a clothesline. But, Damien ducks, runs to the opposite ropes, and bounces off of them. Magnum turns around, and Damien jumps onto Magnum’s shoulders, going for a hurricanrana. However, Magnum counters with a powerbomb. Magnum moves to the ropes, waiting for Damien to get up. He does, standing up in front of the opposite ropes, and Magnum runs across the ring and clotheslines Damien to the outside. The crowd cheers as Damien gets up and Magnum climbs to the top turnbuckle. Then, Magnum jumps off and hits Damien with a diving double axe handle, knocking him back to the floor.*

Tom: Magnum regains control of the match and doesn’t let up on Damien.

Jeannie: He really is starting to show that vicious streak he told Damien that he would show.

Tom: Yeah, but can he keep it up?

Jeannie: Oh, I’m pretty sure Magnum can keep it up all night long.

*Magnum rolls back into the ring and stands in the corner to get a breather. The referee begins a 10 count.*

Ref: 1…*Damien rolls around on the floor.*

2…*Damien gets up.*

3…*Damien walks to the ring and looks like he’s going to reenter the match.*

4…*Damien stops at the apron, turns around, and starts walking up the ramp. The crowd boos. Magnum looks pissed.*

Jeannie: Where’s he going?

Tom: I don’t believe this! Damien Blood is leaving the match! He’s not even going to give Magnum the chance for a pinfall or submission victory!

Jeannie: Or, this could be a trick!

Tom: Well, in that case, Magnum better be careful.

*Magnum exits the ring and runs after Damien. The crowd cheers. Damien looks up at the Colvintron, sees Magnum coming up behind him, and turns around, going for a punch. However, Magnum ducks, runs under Damien’s arm, grabs Damien from behind, and hits him with a jumping neckbreaker slam.*

Tom: Magnum is careful and hits Damien with the Tigers Fan!

Jeannie: Hmmm…maybe he heard me. Meet me in my hotel room with a bottle of champagne and some whip crème!

*Magnum grabs Damien, drags him back to the ring, and throws him into it. Damien gets up as Magnum climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Magnum jumps off and hits Damien with a diving double axe handle. Magnum gets up and lets out a primal scream. Damien gets up onto his knees, pleading with Magnum to let up on him. Magnum walks over to Damien, and Damien surprises him with a series of punches to Magnum’s stomach. However, Magnum stops this with a knee to Damien’s jaw. Damien rolls over onto the mat, holding his jaw, and backs into a corner. Magnum walks over to Damien and stomps on him in the corner. The ref begins a 5 count.*

Ref: 1…2…3…4…*Magnum lets up.*

*Then, Magnum picks up Damien, punches him a few times, places him onto the ropes, and tries to whip him across the ring. However, Damien reverses and whips Magnum across the ring. Magnum bounces off the ropes, and Damien catches Magnum with an armdrag. They both get up, and Damien hits Magnum with Pele kick, this time connecting. Magnum gets up, and Damien hits him with a swinging neckbreaker. Damien picks up Magnum and hits him with a vertical suplex dropped into a neckbreaker slam. Damien rolls over onto Magnum for a cover.*

Ref: 1…2…*Magnum kicks out.*

Tom: Damien hits Magnum with Leukemia, but Magnum kicks out.

Jeannie: I guess you could say that Magnum had chemotherapy to him.

Tom: What!? That’s horrible! How can you make fun of such a horrible disease!?

Jeannie: Haven’t you ever heard of laughter is the best medicine!?

*Damien picks up Magnum and bodyslams him to the mat. Then, he walks over to the corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Damien jumps off and lands on Magnum with a somersault corkscrew leg drop. He then goes for another cover.*

Ref: 1…2…*Magnum kicks out.*

Tom: Rambo to Magnum, but it doesn’t put him down the three count.

Jeannie: Well, that settles it. Tom Selleck would beat Sylvester Stallone in a fight!

Tom: What!?

Jeannie: You know. Tom Selleck is Magnum. Sylvester Stallone is Rambo.

Tom: No, I get it. I just thought it was bad and couldn’t believe you said it.

Jeannie: Oh, ha-ha! Jerk!

*Damien gets up and picks up Magnum. Then, he hits Magnum with a piledriver. Damien gets up again, picks up Magnum again, and hits him with a hangman’s neckbreaker. Then, Damien covers Magnum again.*

Ref: 1…2…*Magnum kicks out. Damien slaps the mat in frustration.*

Tom: Blood Plasma to Magnum doesn’t keep him down.

Jeannie: Now, we’re seeing what Damien does best—pick a body part and work it over. He’s won many matches doing this in TigerPath, and there’s no reason why he would do it here.

Tom: If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.

Jeannie: Exactly.

*Damien grabs Magnum, puts him into a sitting position, and hits him on the neck with several elbow smashes. Then, Damien locks Magnum into a reverse chinlock and then pulls Magnum back onto his knees.*

Tom: Damien locks Magnum into Atherosclerosis. Looks like his game will work.

Jeannie: I hope Magnum can tough this out. I don’t want his neck to be too hurt, keeping him from coming to my hotel room with champagne and whip crème later tonight!

Tom: Will you stop!?

Jeannie: No, Gorilla Monsoon, I won’t!

*Damien has the move locked on tight. Magnum struggles to get out of the hold. He thrashes and writhes around, but Damien has the move locked on tight. Nevertheless, Magnum keeps on thrashing around. This goes on for several seconds. Magnum keeps on trying to get out of the hold. Suddenly, Magnum manages to roll over onto Damien, grabs his legs, and covers him for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Damien pushes Magnum off of him.*

*Damien kips up. Magnum gets up. And, Damien stops Magnum with a Pele kick.*

Tom: Magnum gets out of the Atherosclerosis. He covers Damien. Damien kicks out. Both men get up. And, Damien stops Magnum with a Pele kick!

Jeannie: Ah man! Just when it looked like Magnum was about to regain control of the match, Damien stops him!

*Damien picks up Magnum and places him into a corner. Then, he whips Magnum across the ring. Magnum hits the corner, Damien charges at him, and suddenly, Magnum charges at Damien, hitting him with a lariat. The crowd cheers. Magnum walks over to Damien and grabs his legs, going for a cloverleaf. However, Damien pushes Magnum off and hits Magnum with a kip up frankensteiner. Both men get up, and Magnum charges at Damien; but Damien ducks, grabs Magnum on his shoulder, and hits him with a backdrop driver.*

Tom: My Michelle! Magnum makes a comeback, but Damien stops it again, this time with Sickle-cell Anemia!

Jeannie: Man! Magnum just can’t catch a break!

Tom: Unfortunately for Magnum, it looks like the break he’s gonna catch is a broken neck.

*Damien gets up, walks over to Magnum, and hits him with a leg drop to the back of his neck. Then, he gets up and viciously stomps on Magnum’s neck. The referee admonishes Damien for this and then checks on Magnum. As this goes on, Damien walks over to the turnbuckle cover he was trying to untie early. The crowd starts yelling and booing, trying to get the ref’s attention; but it doesn’t work. Damien is able to get the turnbuckle cover, but he keeps it on to prevent the ref from seeing it. Then, Damien walks back over to Magnum, picks him up, and throws him into the opposite corner. Damien then tries to whips Magnum across the ring into that corner with the nearly exposed turnbuckle, but Magnum reverses it and sends Damien to the corner. However, Damien jumps onto the second turnbuckle and jumps off, turning around and hitting Magnum with a diving crossbody. However, Magnum manages to roll it over into a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Damien kicks out.*

Tom: Sweet Molly in Raleigh! Magnum nearly gets a surprise victory!

Jeannie: And, he almost sent Damien into the turnbuckle he untied!

*Magnum gets up and picks up Damien for a bodyslam. However, Damien slips off of Magnum’s shoulder, grabs him, and hits him with a German suplex, bridging for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Magnum kicks out.*

*The crowd cheers, and Damien slaps the mat in frustration. He gets up into the ref’s face, arguing the count. Suddenly, Magnum grabs Damien from behind and rolls him up into a schoolboy pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Damien rolls out of it. Magnum gets up, and Damien hits him with a dropkick.*

Tom: Hey Macarena! Magnum kicks out and surprises Damien with a schoolboy, but Damien stops him with a well place dropkick!

Jeannie: That wouldn’t have happened in Damien hadn’t been arguing with the ref. He may have stopped Magnum, but his anger got him into that mess in the first place.

*Damien gets up, picks up Magnum, and hits him with a DDT. He goes for another pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Magnum kicks out.*

*Damien gets up, picks up Magnum, and hits him with a piledriver. He goes for another pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Magnum kicks out.*

*Damien gets up, picks up Magnum, and hits him with a swinging neckbreaker. He goes for another pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Magnum kicks out.*

*Damien slaps the mat in frustration. He gets up, picks up Magnum again, and hits him with a slingshot brainbuster. He goes for another cover.*

Ref: 1…2…*Magnum kicks out.*

Tom: Magnum kicks out again! The DDT didn’t stop him! The piledriver didn’t stop him! The swinging neckbreaker didn’t stop him! Not even the White Blood Cell could stop him!

Jeannie: He is one resistant disease in Damien Blood’s system.

Tom: Ooooh! Nice metaphor.

Jeannie: Thank you.

*Damien starts violently stomping on Magnum’s neck. The referee intervenes and stops Damien. Then, he checks on Magnum. As this goes on, Damien walks over to the corner with the nearly exposed turnbuckle and pulls the cover off. Then, Damien walks over to Magnum and the ref, pushes the referee down, grabs Magnum picks him up, and tries to smash him head first onto the exposed turnbuckle. However, Magnum puts his foot onto the second turnbuckle and grabs the top ropes. Suddenly, he elbows Damien into the crotch; the ref is still on the mat and doesn’t see this. Then, Magnum smashes Damien’s head onto the exposed turnbuckle. The crowd cheers loudly as Magnum repeatedly smashes Damien’s head onto the exposed turnbuckle over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. The ref finally gets up. Magnum sees this and stops his onslaught, hitting Damien with a clothesline. Magnum goes down with Damien and starts punching him in the head. Suddenly, Magnum jumps up and yells at the crowd. The crowd cheers him on.*

Tom: Sweet Ala Mode! Magnum snaps, smashing Damien onto the exposed turnbuckle and punching him in the head!

Jeannie: You can tell that’s been building in Magnum for a while!

Tom: Yeah, you can’t blame him at all for being so vicious with Damien! Especially if you’re Nicole Michaels.

*The referee notices the exposed turnbuckle, picks up the turnbuckle cover, and ties it back on. Meanwhile, Damien sits up and we see that he’s bleeding. Magnum turns around and sees this. Then, a devilish grin comes across Magnum’s face. He charges at Damien and pounces on him, punching him in the forehead over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. Then, Magnum bites Damien on the forehead. The ref sees this, pulls Magnum off of Damien, and yells at him for doing so.*

Jeannie: Oh my God! Damien Blood is bleeding!

Tom: Talk about irony! And, Magnum pounces!

Jeannie: Oh my God! He’s biting him!

Tom: And, we now know what blood tastes like—revenge!

*Damien slowly gets up. Magnum charges at Damien hitting him with a high knee strike. Damien falls back into the ropes and bounces off of them. Magnum jumps up, grabs Damien, and hits him with a scoop slam. Both men get up, and Magnum hits Damien with a dropkick. Damien falls back into the ropes and bounces off of them again. Magnum gets up and hits him with a flapjack lift into a cutter.*

Tom: Paradise Blues to Damien Blood!

Jeannie: However, Damien is seeing red from the blood in his face.

*Magnum gets up and waits for Damien to get up. Damien does, and Magnum grabs, places him onto the ropes, and whips him across the ring. Damien hits the opposite ropes and bounces off of them. Magnum charges at Damien with a clothesline, but Damien ducks. They both hit the ropes and charge at each other. However, Damien makes a big mistake: he bends over. Magnum capitalizes by hitting him with a facebuster knee smash. Damien bounces up, and Magnum kicks him in the stomach. Then, Magnum hits Damien with double underhook piledriver.*

Tom: Magnum hits Damien with the Big Blow!

Jeannie: You know, it would be a big blow to Damien’s ego if he lost to Magnum tonight.

Tom: Good God! That is just plain bad!

Jeannie: Well, they can’t all be winners, ya jerk!

*Magnum gets up and waits for Damien to get up. He does, and Magnum grabs Damien from behind, going for a belly to back suplex. However, Damien flips over, lands on his feet, grabs Magnum from behind, and pushes him into the ropes. Damien tries to roll Magnum over into a pin, but Magnum holds onto the ropes. Damien rolls over onto his feet. Magnum charges at Damien. Damien goes for a clothesline, but Magnum ducks, grabs Damien, rolls around, and hits Damien with a reverse swinging neckbreaker.*

Tom: Rapture from Magnum takes Damien down!

Jeannie: Magnum’s on a roll, but he should be going for a pin.

*Magnum gets up, picks up Damien, and drags him to a corner. Then, Magnum pulls Damien up to the second corner and goes for Texas Lightning (Pepsi plunge). However, Damien counters with a backbody drop. Magnum lands on the mat but sits up. Damien grabs a hold of the top rope to keep from falling and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Magnum gets up and charges at Damien. However, Damien jumps up onto the top turnbuckle, jumps off, and hits Magnum moonsault quickly followed into a reverse DDT. Damien goes for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…*Magnum kicks out. Damien slaps the mat in frustration.*

Tom: Cowabunga Dude! Damien surprises Magnum with the Donation to the Red Cross, but Magnum kicks out!

Jeannie: Dammit! Just when Magnum gets back in control of the match, Damien snatches it from him!

*Damien gets and starts arguing with the referee over the call. As this goes on, Magnum gets up and goes for another schoolboy pin. However, Damien rolls over onto his feet, jumps up, and dropkicks Magnum. Both men get up and charge at each other, but Damien wins out with a kick to the stomach and DDT. The crowd boos as Damien sits up. He smiles evilly. Then, he gets up and picks up Magnum. Damien hits Magnum with a few chops. Suddenly, as Damien goes for another chop, Magnum ducks. Damien spins around. Magnum grabs him from behind, picks Damien up, and high angle bridging belly to back suplex. The crowd cheers. The ref makes the count.*

Ref: 1…2…3! *The bell rings, the crowd pops, and Magnum’s music plays.*

Jeannie: He did it!

Tom: I don’t believe it! Magnum hits the Island Hoppers out of nowhere and wins the match!

*Damien rolls over onto his feet. He looks shocked as hell that he lost. The referee raises Magnum’s arm in victory, and Magnum stands up. Suddenly, Damien jumps up, charges at Magnum, and hits him from behind with a forearm strike. The cheers turn to boos as Magnum falls to the mat. The referee yells at Damien, but Damien just elbows him in the side of his head. Damien pounces on Magnum with a flurry of punches and kicks.*

Tom: I don’t believe this! Damien Blood is attacking James “Magnum” Constance after losing the match!

Jeannie: What’s not to believe!? This is right up Damien’s alley!

Tom: Well, I didn’t expect him to be a sore loser!

*Damien keeps on punching and kicking Magnum. Suddenly, Nicole Michaels runs down to the ring. She is wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and black shoes. Nicole enters the ring and hits Damien with a lariat, knocking him down. The crowd strangely cheers for the woman.*

Tom: What the hell!? It’s Nicole!

Jeannie: Nicole Michaels is coming to Magnum’s rescue!?

Tom: I know why she would do this, but I still don’t believe it.

*Nicole checks on Magnum. Suddenly, Damien jumps up and pushes Nicole down to the mat. Damien grabs Nicole by her neck and pushes her into a corner. The crowd boos as Damien yells at Nicole while squeezing his neck. Suddenly, TNT runs down to the ring. He is wearing a yellow western-style button and collar shirt, blue jeans, and tan cowboy boots. He also has a steel chair. TNT enters the ring, charges at Damien, and hits him in the back with the chair. The crowd reluctantly cheers TNT as he picks up Damien and throws him over the top rope and to the outside.*

Tom: Dammit! Nicole comes to Magnum’s rescue, but Damien is now terrorizing the poor woman.

Jeannie: Someone needs to come…oh my God! TNT! Yes!

Tom: Toby Nicholas Tucker enters the ring, hits Damien with a chair, and throws him out of the ring!

Jeannie: And, he’s getting cheers from the crowd! Boy, this is one weird pay-per-view.

*Damien gets up and goes to reenter the ring. However, TNT grabs the chair and swings it at Damien as he tries to enter the ring. Damien backs off and reluctantly backs up the ramp. He yells at TNT, “I’m gonna get you for this!” Damien eventually leaves. Magnum gets up and checks on Nicole. TNT turns around. He and Magnum come face to face. Magnum reaches out his hand for a handshake. TNT just looks at Magnum’s hand for about a minute. The crowd cheers on TNT, wanting him to take Magnum’s hand. Then, after an eternity, it looks like TNT is going to shake Magnum’s hand. However, TNT swings the chair around and hits Magnum in the head with it. Magnum falls to the mat, and the crowd boos loudly.*

Tom: What the hell!?

Jeannie: Well, it looks like TNT still doesn’t like Magnum!

Tom: Goddammit! Magnum was making a peace offering! Why would TNT do this!?

Jeannie: Who knows what the hell TNT is thinking!?

*TNT looks at Magnum. Then, he walks over, gets into Magnum’s face, and yells, “I still don’t like ya, motherhumper!” Then, TNT grabs Nicole, and they exit the ring. As they walk up the ramp, Nicole keeps on looking back at the ring at Magnum.*

Tom: Well, it looks like the partnership between TNT and Damien Blood is over and the feud between TNT and James “Magnum” Constance is still going strong! Poor Magnum, he wins the match but gets attacked after it by two men.

Jeannie: Well, look on the brightside.

Tom: And, what would that be?

Jeannie: TNT wasn’t wearing that ugly noseguard! We got to see that handsome face of his!

Tom: I’m so glad you’re here to keep things in prospective and focus on important aspects, like how good the male wrestlers look.

Jeannie: Thank you!

*Cut to a promo for W*I*G: Vindication.*

[Reynaldo Fernandéz]

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

The time has come

A legend will fall!

And a giant shall rise!

Now begins a new legend!

That of...

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 Fink: The following Legend vs. Giant match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, 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.*

*Wagner’s “Flight of the Valkyries” begins to play over the speakers of the Colvitron now as a triumphant-looking Archibald Barnes steps out with his ring gear, bathrobe and top hat, the crowd roaring in cheers.*

Finkel: From Albany, New York, weighing in at 119 pounds…he is a man who needs no further introduction…the legendary ARRRRRCHIBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALD…BARRRRRRRRRRRRRRNES!

*Archibald walks down the aisle, slapping hands with a number of fans who pat him on the back, some of them even pushing him along as he shuffles towards the ring. Archibald slowly walks up the ring steps, tilting his hat, grabbing onto the middle rope and wiggling his moustache as he wipes his boots on the apron, before entering under the middle rope. He takes off his robe and hat, handing them to the referee who sets them outside, waving to the fans who cheer at him back, before turning to the ever-ferocious Gigantor Maximus.*

DING-DING!

*The two men circle one another. Barnes slowly shuffling around the ring, Gigantor taking big steps & stomping his feet with as much force as he can muster. Gigantor stomps right over to Barnes & lifts him up for a body slam. Gigantor is perhaps more surprised than anybody else when he actually manages to do so. Barnes, however, lies on the mat, unable to move. Gigantor lifts his mighty boot high.*

Tom: A stomp from Gigantor Maximus could cause Archibald Barnes' chest to cave in!

Jeannie: Oh, not this crap again.

*Gigantor brings his foot down, but Barnes rolls aside & Gigantor's foot hits nothing but the mat.*

Tom: I'm amazed that Gigantor's foot didn't end up going right through the ring!

Jeannie: Stop it. Just stop it!

*Gigantor stomps his way over to where Barnes now lies. He tries to drag the legendary one to his feet. Barnes, suddenly wakening up leans into Gigantor & they engage in a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Gigantor feebly pushes back, only to look over on his shoulder & see that Barnes has fallen asleep. Gigantor releases the hold & picks Barnes up instead, trying to hoist him up for a Gorilla Press, but Barnes' weight is too much for Gigantor. He manages to lift him up, okay, but he quickly falls over backwards, with Barnes lying on top of him. The referee starts to count the pinfall.*

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KICKOUT!

*Gigantor gives a Mark Henry style "kickout with authority", but just a bit weaker, barely managing to send Barnes any distance away from him. Gigantor gets back to his feet, beating his chest & roaring. Barnes, barely managing to get to his feet unaided, maintains a crouching position. As Gigantor approaches, Barnes slips behind him & applies a Thigh Lock!*

*Gigantor, ignoring the pain(?), reaches down & uses his "mighty strength" to pry apart the hands of Archibald Barnes.*

Tom: Gigantor, ignoring the pain, reaches down & uses his mighty strength to pry apart the hands of Archibald Barnes.

Jeannie: Didn't somebody just say that?

*Gigantor holds both of Barnes' hands between his legs. Barnes manages to flip Gigantor onto his back with a well-timed tug. Gigantor is lying out flat, Barnes stands over him. Barnes makes as if he's going to do something then stops. He scratches his noodle trying desperately to recall whatever move he may have had in mind. After a few seconds, Barnes starts to wander off...*

*Gigantor stands up again, puffing out his tiny chest as much as he can manage. Gigantor wraps a hand around Barnes' throat before he gets too far away. Gigantor lets out another roar & hoists Barnes "high" in the air for a Chokeslam. The audience react with surprise that Gigantor actually hit the move, but few are as surprised as Gigantor Maximus himself who looks down at his hands in utter disbelief. Gigantor stomps over to Barnes & places a foot on his chest to "cover" him...*

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SHOULDER UP!

*Barnes rather weakly rolls over & causes Gigantor to lose his balance. Gigantor stumbles backwards & Barnes tries to segue into a roll-up...*

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KICKOUT!

*Gigantor beats his chest ferociously. He stomps around like a manaic & backs Archie into a corner. Barnes responds with a Norwegian Pinky Lock. The move instantly causes great pain to the Mighty Gigantor who drops down to a knee in absolute agony. Gigantor reaches out for the ropes. The referee starts counting out Archie as he keeps the hold locked in...*

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*Barnes relases the hold, but it's more to do with the fact that he's nearly asleep than the referee's count. Barnes yawns & his head starts to nod forward. Gigantor hauls back one of his fists & hits Barnes right in the face, knocking the senior citizen out of the ring & out onto the arena floor.*

Tom: What a deadly blow from Gigantor Maximus!

Jeannie: *Snrk* "Deadly blow", heheheheheheh.

*Gigantor follows Barnes, clambering over the ring ropes again as he makes his way down to the floor, nearly falling on his stupid hairy, head in the process. Gigantor gets back to his feet and, in a poor effort to conceal his embarrassment at having fallen again, he roars to the crowd who still only point & laugh at him. Gigantor looks around, snarling as he goes to pick up the prone Archibald Barnes, who crawls with surprising speed between his legs and winds up behind him. As Gigantor slowly turns around in a falsely ungainly fashion, Archibald scrambles to get back into ring, nearly falling out. Gigantor gives chase, stomping after him, and also climbs into the ring in a totally awkward fashion, struggling to make it up. Archibald grabs him, trying to pick him up by the head, but can hardly manage to hang onto Gigantor’s mighty weight. Gigantor overpowers him, picking him up with some apparent difficulty and body slamming him down onto the mat. Gigantor stomps about, roaring, and drops down on Archie with a lateral press.*

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KICKOUT!

Tom: I can’t believe it, Archibald is still in this match.

Jeannie: Actually, this might be the only case ever where I’ve believed that such a possibility could exist.

*Gigantor looks around in absolute disbelief as he gets up, grabbing the ropes and shaking them like a madman as he snarls. He picks up Archibald, whipping him into the ropes. He throws a big boot at Archie, he ducks under it while running. As Gigantor turns around, Archibald runs at him, leaping and turning around to hit him with an Invisible Ottoman! The crowd gasps in disbelief as Gigantor remains standing from the move, staggering back, flailing his arms to keep his balance. Archibald gets up as fast as his feeble body can permit him, grabbing the dazed Gigantor by the head and slamming their heads together, their noses colliding as both of them fall backward to the mat, in opposite directions, clutching their noses in pain.*

Tom: The Nosebutt, one of the most devastating moves—both to the attacker and the attacked—in all of wrestling! Both men are down…who will survive this epic battle of legend vs. giant?

Jeannie: Oh brother…

*The referee looks at both men, both of them laying on their backs, completely out of it, their hands still over their noses, which both look quite unharmed. He begins a 10-count, the crowd chanting for Archibald Barnes to make it back to his feet!

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*Gigantor and Archibald Barnes finally make it up entirely, the referee cutting his count short with not moment to spare. Archibald tries to grapple with Gigantor, only to be hit with a clubbing forearm to the upper back that makes him bend over. Gigantor puts his head between his legs, hoisting up Barnes with all of his strength and placing Archibald’s straddled legs on his shoulders, raising him up for his Super Destructo Bomb and roaring at the top of his lungs.*

Tom: Oh no! The Destructo Bomb! If Archibald is hit with this, this will all be over!

Jeannie: That can’t happen soon enough.

*Suddenly, Archie wriggles his shoulders free of Gigantor’s hands, falling back and keeping his legs hooked over Gigantor’s shoulders, hanging down, to execute his Bar Strangled Spanner. Gigantor’s eyes bulge out, the crowd cheering, as he staggers about the ring, dropping down to his knees and falling over, face-down, in pain. Archibald tries to slip out, but suddenly realizes that he’s inadvertently being pinned on the mat.*

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SHOULDER UP!

Jeannie: Wow, Gigantor almost won, entirely by accident.

Tom: It’s all in his bestial, monstrous nature that makes him ever the less predictable!

*Gigantor Maximus gets up to his feet, roaring in pain, as Archibald struggles up to his own feet. Archibald gives Gigantor an unbelievably weak-looking kick to the gut and then throws a European uppercut—the uppercut itself clearly missing Gigantor by at least half a yard. Nonetheless, Gigantor falls backwards, and Archibald Barnes drops down, excited, covering for the pin.*

Jeannie What the hell was that?

Tom: That uppercut was so powerful, the updraft of air alone was enough to fell the mighty Gigantor Maximus!

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*Archibald, noticing Gigantor to still be down, looks toward the nearest turnbuckle and motioning at it, the crowd cheering quite loudly as he walks toward it. He glimpses up at the top turnbuckle, and begins climbing, slowly making his way up to the first turnbuckle, then the second. Gigantor Maximus has actually been standing behind him for quite some time now…and to try to get his attention, he bares his teeth and growls, catching Archibald’s attention. Archibald, barely on the second turnbuckle, turns around and jumps of haphazardly. Gigantor catches him with an incredibly slow punch, taking him down to the mat and covering him with the pin as he howls proudly.*

Tom: Come on Archibald, don’t let it end here! You’ve put up such a great fight!

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FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Tom: The veteran instincts of Archibald Barnes pay dividends.

*The referee infroms Gigantor to break up the pin. Gigantor gets to his feet, snarling & roaring at the referee, shaking him around by his shirt collar.*

Tom: Oh, no. Pity the referee who has angered Gigantor Maximus. We may as well inform his widow already.

Jeannie: Tom, shut up!

*Gigantor shoves the referee out of the ring. Only by tripping & getting his foot caught in the rope is the ref in any way immobolized. Gigantor Maximus picks his chain up from his corner as Barnes struggles to stand up, again. Gigantor wraps the chain around his hand & stomps over to Barnes.*

Jeannie: Hold the phone! A move that might actually inflict damage in THIS match?!

*Gigantor is about to strike Barnes with his chain-powered punch, when a young man runs into the ring. He's slightly tall, yet skinny with visible muscle tone. His hair is long, bleached-blonde & tied back in a frizzy mess. He runs up to Gigantor, knees him in the mid-section & hits him with a really sloppily executed Overdrive.*

Tom: Who on Earth is that young man?

Jeannie: More to the point where can I get his phone number?

*The young man helps Archibald Barnes over to cover Gigantor. The refree has managed to disentangle himself from the bottom rope. He gets back in the ring just as the young man sneaks out.*

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DING-DING-DING!

Finkel: Here is your winner... The Legendary... ARCHIBAAAAALLLLLD... BAAAAAAAAAARRRRRNNNNNES!

*The referee raises the arm of Archibald Barnes as "Ride of the Valkyries" picks up. Archibald seems to have fallen asleep at this point, snoozing as his arm is held off the mat, the unconscious Gigantor Maximus underneath him. The referee makes a gesture into the air, a pair of EMT's rushing down to the ring and hauling Archibald out of the ring, the man still asleep as they drag him up the ramp and backstage.*

Jeannie: Wow, that may be the first time the EMT's have been needed for a match that didn't involve an injury. Except possibly to our eyes.

Tom: I'm surprised. Not so much that Archibald won, but rather...the identity of that young man.

Jeannie: I know. I'm dying to find out, too!

[Reynaldo Fernandéz]

The Fink: "The following contest is a LADDER MATCH!"

The masses voice their approval

The Fink: "The first wrestler to climb the ladder and retrieve the trophy will be declared the winner!"

The trophy-mitter is seen hanging a good distance above the ring, flashing and glowing in its amalgamated state. A large, steel ladder is positioned in the middle of the aisle, on the way to the ring

The Fink: "Introducing first..from Derry City, Northern Ireland..MAEVE O' HARE!"

"The Brown Bull of Cooley" begins to play. After 10 seconds have elapsed Maeve bursts out from behind the curtain, she rubs over her mouth with her gloved hand & spits on the ramp. Her father follows at a safe distance. Maeve swings her arms as she makes her way down to the ring. After standing outside the ring for a while Maeve casts a look back at her father who races up next to her. He hurriedly gets up on the ring apron & holds the ropes open for Maeve. Maeve doesn't even look at the Coach as she gets in the ring. She continues to warm-up & stretch against the ropes.

Tom: "Team Ireland has not been entirely successful as of late-"

Jeannie: "Nice way of saying they haven't been winning many matches."

Tom: "But young Maeve looks to help turn things around AND bring her prized trophy back into her possession."

Jeannie: "Is her trophy even still a part of that...THING? I mean, look at it!"

The Fink: "And her opponent..hailing from Cygnus A..MOLLY RINGWORM!"

"Spaceman" starts to play and Molly makes her way towards the ring, side stepping the ladder and, for reasons known only to her, gives it a polite curtsey. The rag doll slides into the ring, remaining in a kneeled position as she stares up at what she perceives to be her transmitter.

Jeannie: "I wonder how they managed to pry that thing long enough from Molly's fingers to hang it up. I also hear the weather in Cygnus A is lovely this time of year."

Tom: "Even if she is an odd ball, Molly defeated Maeve last month and could very well do it again tonight!"

As the bell rings, the two begin to circle one another but Molly's eyes seem to constantly drift towards the ladder outside of the ring. The pair lock up and Maeve is easily able to overpower her opponent and shove her backwards to the mat. Smarting, Molly rubs at the back of her neck and begins to circle Maeve once again. Ringworm fakes her out and instead of going for a lockup tries to bolt out of the ring for the ladder. However, Maeve grabs her by the back of the dress, yanks her back over, and slams her backwards into the mat by the back of her head. O' Hare pulls Molly to her feet by one of her arms and drops her with a short arm clothesline. Maeve slides out of the ring, and with her Father shouting instructions, takes a hold of the ladder

Jeannie: "Alright, things are getting good already!"

Maeve folds up the ladder and begins carrying it towards the ring but before she can slide it into the ring, she's met with a well placed baseball slide, which boots the ladder she's carrying in the process. She topples over onto her back with the ladder on top of her and while this is happening, Molly springboards onto the ropes. Maintaining her balance, she leaps from the ropes into a double foot stomp straight onto the ladder, crushing Maeve underneath of it. Molly takes a bow to the crowd, who voice their appreciation. Coach O'Hare takes a swing at her from behind with his Hurley but Molly is able to duck and send him into the ladder with a drop toe hold

Tom: "The Coach interfered in the last match and Molly made him pay for it this time!"

Jeannie: "He was trying to encourage his daughter!"

Tom: "What a warped view you have."

Molly bows once again to those gathered before helping Maeve out by removing the ladder from her. She slides it into the ring and soon joins after it, starting to set it up in the middle of the ring. Molly begins to climb but as she nears the top, Maeve, who rolled into the ring moments ago, grabs her by the ankle and yanks her down, causing her orange haired foe to crash right onto her face. Maeve drags Molly up by the back of her neck and whips her into the ropes. As Molly rebounds, Maeve uses all the strength she can muster to hurl her into the ladder. Maeve looks to the crowd with a smirk but doesn't hear that satisfying sound of flesh meeting steel. That would be because Molly managed to grip onto the ladder instead of crashing into it and has begun to swiftly scale it. Maeve hurriedly climbs up behind her, snagging Molly around the waist. Maeve jerks backwards, performing something akin to a German Suplex. But Molly once again proves how nimble she is by landing onto her feet from the flip. The extraterrestrial enthusiast performs a leaping dropkick to the back of Maeve's knee's which causes her to tilt backwards, now upside down and with her legs caught in the rungs of the ladder. Molly taps at the side of her head at her opponent’s predicament, trying to decide just what to do.

Tom: "This is NOT good for Maeve. Upside down with no place to go!"

Molly decides her next plan of attack, sliding out onto the ring apron. She grips the ropes and springs onto them once again before diving off and connecting with a dropkick right into Maeve's midsection. The impact knocks Maeve loose and she crashes right onto her head. Molly contemplates climbing the ladder but decides to fold it up and lay it flat. She props it open and rolls Maeve inside, sandwiching her inside of it.

Tom: "I think Molly was thinking of climbing the ladder until she realized that it takes a great deal of punishment to keep Maeve down. Certainly learning from their first encounter."

Jeannie: "What does this nut have planned now?"

Molly climbs to the top rope and measures Maeve carefully, before leaping off with an elbow drop. Unfortunately for her, Maeve rolls out of her predicament, leaving Molly to crash into the steel. She rolls off of the ladder in pain, gripping her elbow

Jeannie: "Well, that was going to hurt her no matter what but it's got to suck even more to know that Maeve didn't feel any of it!"

Maeve boots Molly in the head while she's in a kneeled position, sending her back to the mat. Now it's time for Maeve to shove Maeve into the downed ladder. Maeve sandwiches Molly inside before proceeding to repeatedly slam the upper part of the ladder into her. Molly's limbs flail about as she eventually rolls out with a trickle of blood running down her forehead

Jeannie: "And I think all she did was piss Maeve off."

Maeve scoops up the ladder and props it into a corner, wedging it sideways between the turnbuckles. She pulls Molly up and hoists her high above her head before tossing her straight into the steel with a Gorilla Press. Molly's thin body bounces off of the ladder and crumbles to the ring. The crowd "ooooh's"

Tom: "That didn't look good at all."

Jeannie: "Understatement of the century!"

With Molly unmoving, Maeve pries the ladder from the turnbuckle. She props it up in the center of the ring and begins her climb. She reaches the top and her fingers almost grace the trophy when the ladder begins to shake. She looks down to see that Molly is gripping it from below, aiming a glare up towards her. Maeve shakes her head back and forth, stuck at the top, but it's no good. Molly gives the ladder a big shove and it topples sideways, sending her hurling from the top to the outside. She crashes right into Coach O' Hare and they are both sprawled out on the floor. Molly sits in a corner, holding her forehead while wincing, wiping away some of the blood

Tom: "What a collision! Maeve takes a nasty fall to the outside from the top of the ladder!"

Jeannie: "And, I think, that's the first time I've seen Molly look that angry."

Tom: "You tend to get upset when someone smashes you a few times in the face with a ladder!"

Molly slowly climbs back to her feet, staggering a bit as she grabs the ladder. She drags it back to the center of the ring, taking a deep breath. She slowly begins a climb, occasionally taking a moment to hold the small of her back. As she nears the top, Maeve gets her way back into the ring, with the help of her Pops. Molly checks over her shoulder before diving backwards with a crossbody attempt. Maeve manages to catch the incoming dive, staggering backwards a bit but able to keep her footing. Maeve shifts Molly into her arms and onto her shoulders and soon plants her with a sit out powerbomb.

Tom: "Valiant attempt but Maeve uses her near limitless strength to regain the advantage."

Maeve steps over Molly and heads to the opposite side of the ladder, beginning a climb. She's slow as well, obviously the earlier ladder attacks taking something out of her. She nears the top as Molly slowly recovers from being squashed, heading up the opposite side of the ladder. They meet at the top, on opposing sides, but a punch from Maeve almost sends Molly plummeting downwards. She hangs on however and applies a punch to Maeve's stomach. Molly turns her back to Maeve and locks in a Diamond Cutter type hold. Suddenly, she flips backwards, from near the top of the ladder, and brings Maeve down with her, right into a bone crunching ESP! The packed house are brought to their feet again. Both grapplers are flat on their back, the move taking something out of Molly as well.

Tom: "ESP! ESP! From the top of the ladder! AMAZING!"

Jeannie: "That's one for the highlight reels!"

Neither woman is able to move. There's some slight twitching from Molly & Maeve can be heard groaning. Coach O'Hare is shouting words of encouragement to Maeve from the side of the ring. Molly gets up first. Actually, she starts crawling around on all fours. She reaches the ladder, which fell over following her move & sets it up again under the transmitter/trophy device. She rests for a moment leaning up against the lower rungs of the ladder. Coach O'Hare is standing right by where Maeve lies, yelling in her ear & pounding the mat. Molly starts to, slowly, scale the ladder. The Coach looks around exasperated. Maeve is starting to roll, over, nursing her lower back a bit. The Coach himself rushes into the ring. As Molly is about halfway up the ladder, O'Hare makes a scramble up it himself, directly after her. He places the Hurley around her throat & performs a modified version of the "White Russian Leg Sweep" off the ladder, taking himself & Molly down to the mat below.

Tom: "Coach O'Hare interjecting himself in this match! You know this is what caused Maeve to lose the last time."

Jeannie: "It's no disqualification this time, Tom. O'Hare can pretty much do as he pleases out there."

The ladder has fallen prey to gravity yet again. Maeve is finally getting back to her feet & she sets it up in the middle of the ring. Her father rolls out of the ring as Maeve starts to scale the ladder, perhaps even slower than Molly did. Molly herself, meanwhile, is crawling towards the opposite side of the ladder & climbing slowly up it. Maeve reaches up for the device suspended from the ceiling, until a hand reaches out & grabs Maeve's wrist, preventing her from reaching up. Molly's other hand forms a fist & she aims a punch right at Maeve's face, Maeve is able to catch Molly's punch. Maeve twists Molly's right hand around. Molly tries for a punch with her left hand that was originally holding Maeve's wrist. Maeve, catches that punch as well & twists Molly's left hand around two. Maeve has Molly trapped in a double wristlock. Maeve leans in & headbutts Molly, opening the cut on her forehead even further. Molly starts to look a little woozy, some of her blood is on Maeve's forehead. Maeve grabs Molly's arms in a double underhook. Maeve tosses her head back, getting a few loss strands of hair out of her face. She jumps sideways off the ladder, keeping the hold on Molly & driving her into the mat with a "Celtic Tiger Driver" from the top of the ladder!

"HO~LY SHIT! HO~LY SHIT!"

Tom: "INCREDIBLE! CELTIC TIGER DRIVER OFF THE LADDER!"

Jeannie: "That one's definitely going to leave a mark!"

Again, neither woman is moving. Coach O'Hare makes his way into the ring again. shaking Maeve & poking her with the Hurley. She barely responds with a feeble groan. Molly is in considerably more trouble. She's hardly moving at all, just some twitching in her hands & feet. With her father's help, Maeve is eventually back on her feet. O'Hare, with considerable effort, is carrying Maeve towards the ladder, her bulky form not making it easy for the Coach. O'Hare sets Maeve leaning up against the ladder, but she's still not able to climb it just yet. Molly is beginning to stir. The Coach takes a glance over as Molly is starting to reach out to the ropes for some support as she looks to get back on her feet. Molly is slowly dragging herself back to a standing position. O'Hare runs at Molly, his Hurley held back, ready to strike. As soon as he gets near Molly does the "Matrix" thing to dodge it. She stands back up & cracks O'Hare with a kick to the back of the head.

Tom: "Molly with a savate kick to the back of the Coach's head. Maybe this'll put an end to his interference."

Maeve has barely started to climb the ladder, going up only a few rungs. Molly grabs Maeve's singlet & yanks her off the ladder Molly dodges a punch from Maeve. Molly counters with her own punches, hitting Maeve with three jabs in succession followed by a Discus Clothesline. Maeve is taken down, but Molly, sensing this will be only temporary, folds up the ladder. Molly places the ladder around her own neck &, as soon as Maeve stands, Molly spins around like a helicopter rotor, clocking Maeve in the face with the top end of the ladder. Maeve is taken down again & the sharp end of the ladder has caused a cut to open on her chin. Molly, still holding the ladder, retreats to a nearby corner. Molly props the ladder in the corner. She brings Maeve to her feet & whips her, back-first onto the ladder. Maeve crashes into it, before she can move much further, Molly crushes Maeve with a Clothesline onto the ladder followed up by a Bulldog into the middle of the ring. This sudden rush of offence has weakened Molly herself.

Tom: "Molly's really taking it to Maeve. What an offensive flurry she just put together."

Jeannie: "It'll not be worth it if Molly wears herself out so much that she can't manage to climb the ladder & she's starting to look pretty tired right now."

Molly makes her way back to the ladder, but rather than remove t from the corner, she starts to scale the ropes. She climbs to the top of the ladder from outside the ring & uses her feet to push it out from the corner. Molly brings the ladder crushing down onto Maeve with her own body weight on top of it. Maeve rolls aside, clearly in considerable pain. Coach O'Hare, now properly recuperated, crawls over to Maeve's body. The Coach checks over Maeve for a second then, with a look of concern, starts signalling to the back waving his arm. Molly looks over towards the father & daughter with some consternation, but she sets up the ladder & continues to climb, albeit more sluggishly than at any previous time in the match. Molly nears the top of the ladder when O'Hare's requested "help" arrives.

Tom: "I thought that O'Hare was calling for medical personnel. I should've known better."

Jeannie: "Aidan Donnelly? Sean McCann? Shane Malone? THIS match just got a whole lot more interesting!"

Shane Malone reaches up the ladder & grabs Molly by the throat, chokeslamming her right down to the mat. Shane whips Molly towards a corner where Sean McCann & Aidan Donnelly await. The two men set Molly up on the top rope & wait a second while O'Hare & Malone set the ladder out flat on the mat, leading diagonally away from the corner. Aidan & Sean hit Molly with "Aer Lingus" onto the ladder! They hold her up again, one man at each side of her. Maeve picks up the ladder & rams it into Molly's face. Maeve the flips the ladder; she takes one end & Malone takes the other. Aidan & Sean whip Molly in the direction of Maeve & Shane who charge right at her with the ladder. Molly is flattened again & now bleeding profusely from the forehead. Shane drags Molly, who must surely be unconscious by now, back to her feet & shoves her towards Maeve. Maeve catches Molly & wraps an arm around her throat, swinging Molly around so she looks even more like a rag-doll than usual. Then, with unnecessary brutality, Maeve drills Molly with the "Cooley Cattle Drive". Aidan & Sean set up the ladder as Maeve makes her way up it, purposefully dragging out her climb this time. Maeve reaches the top & unhooks the transmitter/trophy that dangles from the ceiling.

DING-DING-DING!

"The Brown Bull of Cooley" plays again as Maeve dismounts the ladder.

The Fink: "Here is your winner... MAEVE O~HARE!!!"

Tom: "What a brutal assault. Team Ireland practically dissecting Molly right in the middle of the ring!"

Jeannie: "Say wha'? I was watching Sean..."

Maeve proudly holds what used to be her trophy aloft as she parades around the ring. Shane & Sean prop Molly up again, Maeve waves the trophy in Molly's face with a look of smug satisfaction. Maeve then rears back & smashes the device into Molly's face, leaving her bloodied on the mat. Coach O'Hare reaches into his pocket & produces a Tricolour which he hands to Maeve. Maeve unfurls the flag & drapes it over Molly's prone body before Shane Malone lifts her up onto his shoulders & Team Ireland parade her around the ring, celebrating her win.

Tom: "I don't know what they've got to be so proud about. It took four of them to beat one woman &... LOOK AT THIS!"

The crowd's boos turn to cheers as two huge men race down the aisle. It's W*I*G's newest Tag-Team, Victor Trauma & Tommy Fright.

Jeannie: "More guys... Oh my... Wait, what are Trauma + Fright doing out here anyway?"

Tom: "They're probably just sick of seeing Team Ireland beat up on Molly like this."

Trauma & Fright hit the ring & Team Ireland scatter. Maeve walks backwards from the ring, holding the "transmitter" aloft with both arms. Trauma & Fright remove the Tricolour from Molly's body & check on her as Team Ireland retreat to the back all pleased with themselves.

[Reynaldo Fernandéz]

*Bon Jovi's "Have A Nice Day" plays.*

Howard Finkel: Introducing, LIVE from the Spring home of the Acropolis of Bewilderment...the W*I*G-Sphere...



*The scene opens on James Bon Jovi & The Maxx sitting in Director's-style chairs with a backdrop of the New Jersey sky-line behind them. The Maxx is wearing faded looking jeans, a crumpled looking unbuttoned check shirt over a grey T-shirt & his usual fedora/doo-rag. James is dressed in jeans with a variation of the ankh motif so common on his ring attire, a silver one on each leg, along with a chain hanging out of the left pocket, a half-unbuttoned polo and a sparkly purple vest.*

James Bon Jovi: Hello, I'm the one, the only, JAMES...BON...JOVI...and locks of my perfect hair are being traded on the international market at $21.89 per strand.

The Maxx: And I'm "The Overnight Sensation" THE Maxx! And lo, it has come to pass that after 7 MONTHS we are finally getting the W*I*G Tag-Team Title shot we so richly deserve.

Bon Jovi: And yet, all is not as simple as it seems. For you see, there are TEN teams involved in this match, should you include us.

The Maxx: You're forgetting, James, every single one of those teams absolutely sucks!

Bon Jovi: *feigning shock* You mean even our current World Tag Champions who never defended their titles, except for one occasion that will go down in the annals of wrestling history as a complete snoozefest that resulted in no less than fifteen fans instantly becoming narcoleptic?

The Maxx: Yes... even those guys.

*A "Slippery When Wet" logo fills the screen, before bringing us back to The Maxx & Bon Jovi still sat in their director's chairs.*

Bon Jovi: Well, what of the ever-ferocious Team Ireland?

The Maxx: Team Ireland?

*Two clips are quickly shown: One of The Maxx pinning Aidan Donnelly after "The Maxxterpiece" & another of Bon Jovi pinning Aidan after drilling him with some brass knucks.*

*The Maxx & Bon Jovi turn to each other.*

Both: Beat 'em!

*A "Slippery When Wet" logo fills the screen, before bringing us back to The Maxx & Bon Jovi still sat in their director's chairs.*

The Maxx: What about the car-ray-zay Team Raft Shack?

*Bon Jovi is shown in a past life with Jason Hereford, hitting a double-team move on Faboon.*

*The Maxx & Bon Jovi turn to each other.*

Both: Beat 'em.

*A "Slippery When Wet" logo fills the screen, before bringing us back to The Maxx & Bon Jovi still sat in their director's chairs.*

The Maxx: The greasy, greasy, greasy, virginal, coke-smuggling Latin Losers?

*The Maxx is shown pinning Guillermo at W*I*G's Parade of Champions.*

*The Maxx & Bon Jovi turn to each other.*

Both: Beat 'em.

*A "Slippery When Wet" logo fills the screen, before bringing us back to The Maxx & Bon Jovi still sat in their director's chairs.*

Bon Jovi: Brash & Weird...

The Maxx: Who the [CENSORED] are they?

Bon Jovi: To the best of my infinite, unquestionable knowledge they've never actually competed here in W*I*G before as they knew how we would utterly outclass them in every conceivable fashion.

The Maxx: So... we'll beat 'em?

Bon Jovi: Indubitably.

*A "Slippery When Wet" logo fills the screen, before bringing us back to The Maxx & Bon Jovi still sat in their director's chairs.*

Bon Jovi: Paul's Boutique...

The Maxx: Who the [CENSORED] are they?

Bon Jovi: I dunno. Some guys I guess. I hear they’re from Brooklyn and that they all protested at the commissary when bacon was being served.

The Maxx: Is it safe to assume they suck?

Bon Jovi: When compared to the delicious deities who inhabit the Acropolis of Bewilderment, I believe it is safe to assume that everyone sucks!

*A "Slippery When Wet" logo fills the screen, before bringing us back to The Maxx & Bon Jovi still sat in their director's chairs.*

Bon Jovi: The Highland Diamonds...

The Maxx: Who the [CENSORED] are they?

Bon Jovi: Some guys…who I find myself disliking for SOME REASON. Er…One of them is Scottish...

The Maxx: Whoa, whoa, whoa... enough said.

Bon Jovi: And the other is from Peru.

The Maxx: Apparently not. Another easy victory.

*A "Slippery When Wet" logo fills the screen, before bringing us back to The Maxx & Bon Jovi still sat in their director's chairs.*

Bon Jovi: Spyke & Crash Johannson...

The Maxx: Who the [CENSORED] are they?

Bon Jovi: Two tree-hugging, pastry-devouring Swedes.

The Maxx: Filthy neutrals.

Bon Jovi: Their indifference will be our victory.

*A "Slippery When Wet" logo fills the screen, before bringing us back to The Maxx & Bon Jovi still sat in their director's chairs.*

Bon Jovi: The Superstars...

The Maxx: Who the [CENSORED] are they?

Bon Jovi: Oh...believe me, you don't even want to know!

*A "Slippery When Wet" logo fills the screen, before bringing us back to The Maxx & Bon Jovi still sat in their director's chairs.*

The Maxx: Last & most certainly least, we turn our attention to our current reigning W*I*G Tag-Team Champions, the White Boys. The men who took 147 days to defend their W*I*G Tag-Team Championship & really ought to have been stripped of those titles months ago.

Bon Jovi: So-called men who were so fearful—and how could they not be?—that we would take those tag straps we so richly deserve as our own that they fled the country.

The Maxx: Very soon we can finally put the White Boys' fears to rest when we DO take the Tag-Team Titles to add to our ever-growing list of accomplishments & in the process prove that we can have a seven month long reign while actually defending the titles against other teams.

Bon Jovi: Except for those Latin Losers…I’m calling my personal physician to get me all the medicine that he can…I don’t want to catch genital warts...or swine flu.

*A "Slippery When Wet" logo fills the screen.*

Howard Finkel: Nest time on "Slippery When Wet"...

*Against a green-screen background of a college basketball game, The Maxx & Bon Jovi stand dressed in full basketball uniforms, complete with sweat bands. Bon Jovi is crouching, holding a disco ball in his hands.*

The Maxx: It's all on you, man. You manage to make this free-throw & not only does our college win the big game with seconds to spare...

*A quick-cut to a basketball scoreboard that shows a score of 51 for "SWWU" against a score of 52 for "Plebeian College". There are 6 seconds remaining on the clock.*

The Maxx: ... but we manage to win a date with the girls...

*Quick-cut to a still image of an unimpressed-looking Synthy Eris & Juri Sadamoto.*

The Maxx: ... Then we can totally plow them & brag about to everyone else.

*Quick-cut to a still image of The Latin Lovers looking despondent. This is quickly stamped over with a graphic reading [VIRGINS].*

Bon Jovi: Okay dude, I got it! This Discoball Championship is totally ours!

*The Maxx scoots back to the sidelines as Bon Jovi makes the throw. In slow-motion we see the ball ascending towards the net.*

*A stock scene of a huge explosion follows for no reason.*

*Once again we're back in the studio with The Maxx & Bon Jovi.*

Bon Jovi: So until then, remember to take your vitamins and say your prayers…because we might be so inclined to hear your plea and grant you mercy once we win the tag belts later TONIGHT.

The Maxx: A message from you NEXT W*I*G Tag-Team Champions...

Both: Be Substantially Envious!

[Reynaldo Fernandéz]

We cut back to the WIGSphere, seemingly preparing for another upcoming match.

Bailey: Well folks, coming up next is a match centered around a very personal issue. Malakai Larkin, formerly known as Earnest, has completely cut ties with the Innocent just so he could seek revenge on Aqil Ghassan for insulting his... well, his religion.

Lawless: There's not a damn thing religious about the Innocent... other than Rosie, who is possibly related to Satan.

Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Apocalyptica's Ruska picks up first on the Colvintron, as the crowd boos loudly, now happy to hear this familiar music. Without fanfare, a man emerges from the back, a very focused look in his eyes, clearly much different than the one we're used to seeing. The man known as Malakai Larkin is clad in the same attire we saw him in last time, a pair of faded jeans and beaten white sneakers, as it appears this is the only attire he has. The man also looks much less clean than usual, his long black hair looking quite unkempt and much greasier than usual, while he also seems to be sporting a bit of stubble upon his features.

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

Lawless: This guy looks an even bigger loser then he usually does!

Bailey: Malakai has to be obsessed with this issue he has. Nobody has ever personally insulted his way of life like Ghassan has. At least not in public and to his face.

Malakai bows his head, now making his way down the rampway and towards the ring. As he makes his way down, the booing grows a bit louder, Malakai simply ignoring these jeers and stopping before the ring apron. He then makes his way up the steel stairway nearby, walking along the apron and stepping over the ropes into the ring. He then makes his way to the center of the ring, slowly kneeling down, lowering his head once more, and reaching up towards the proverbial heavens. He then rises to his feet, now focusing his attention towards the entrance way, looking more then ready for his opponent tonight.

He doesn't have to wait long, as soon enough, Rashed Al Majed's Mashkalni picks up on the Colvintron, as the crowd cheers loudly! Malakai looks on with disgust as that theme picks up, sickened by the very sound of this music. The crowd looks on with anticipation, now awaiting their favorite Arabian. However as the music plays, nobody emerges from backstage. Slowly, the crowd cheering begins to die down, as they all seem a bit confused. Malakai meanwhile watches from inside the squared circle, nodding slowly to himself as he looks on.

Finkel: Introducing his opponent...

Lawless: Oh yeah, here he comes! The studly Arabian Adonis!

Bailey: Well then, Ghassan has to want revenge on Malakai just as much as he does. You have to wonder how this battle is going to result.

Finkel announces once more, but his words seem to go unheard. The crowd soon begins to boo, not at all happy at this development. Malakai folds his arms before him, seeming unsurprised by this development. Soon enough, the music fades out, the booing now growing even louder. Larkin turns towards Finkel inside the ring, walking up to him and whispering something in his ear. Howard listens intently, a bit of a disgusted expression forming on his face, before he nods reluctantly.

Lawless: Wha? Where's Aqil? Don't tell me he got laid or something backstage before the match!

Bailey: Definitely an odd occurance. It's not like Ghassan to miss a match like this. Perhaps he was hurt even more in that assault then we first thought?

Lawless: That damn giant goon! He's gonna pay for this!

Finkel then motions to the referee, who soon approaches himself. He then whispers something to the official. The referee then walks into the ring, now holding up a arm above his head and beginning to count aloud.

1....

2....

3....
4...

5...

6...

7...

8...

9...

Suddenly, just before then ten count, Malakai gets smashed in the back of the head from behind with a fist, sending him stumbling forwards! The crowd looks on in shock, before immediately beginning to cheer! Standing behind him now is the one and only Aqil Ghassan, though clad in only a pair of jeans and shoes himself. A number of bandages are also present on his body, mainly the head area. Larkin grasps at his cranium, turning around quickly, only to get a number of more fists raining down into his face!

Lawless: There he is!

Bailey: Aqil Ghassan just slipped in through the backdoor and now he's unleashing an assault of his own on Malakai! Honestly, I can't blame him one bit for his logic.
Lawless: Yep. Just like the old expression. What's good for the goose is good for the gander! ... Or something like that.

Slowly, the sizable man staggers backwards from the force of these blows, as Ghassan looks on with absolute fury, continuing to unleash these punches of his, further bruising the man who assaulted him in similar fashion! Larkin continues to stumble aways, now firing a few punches of his own. Ghassan however weaves and bobs out of the way of each one, meanwhile keeping up his own assault. Eventually, he backs him off into the ropes, Larkin grasping at his face closely in pain. Aqil then backs up, charging forwards and clotheslining him over the top, sending him to the outside! Larkin lands on his feet, looking on with an equally angered expression himself. Ghassan then kneels down and motions for him to get into the ring, more than eager to seek retribution. Malakai though simply shakes his head, turning back towards the rampway and quickly exiting to the back. Ghassan grasps at his head in pain slightly, as he watches him make his exit. Howeve, before he completes his exit, Ghassan grabs Finkel's microphone, then walking over and leaning against the ropes, looking at Larkin on the outside!

Ghassan: How does it feel Earnest?! Or... Malakai?! How does it feel to be attacked from behind for no good reason?! I imagine it is not a pleasant feeling. Well, now you know exactly how I felt at March 29th when you put me out for nearly a month! And all because I had some opinions that happened to differ from your own and your precious deity, the Keeper. That's quite petty in my opinion Larkin. Honestly, I'd expect this from your fellow cohorts, Rosie and Joshua, but you... you didn't seem like the violent type. Seeing as how you always seemed content to blend into the background while everyone else tried to actually accomplish something. Why are you even here in W*I*G*?! I'll tell you why Malakai. It's because you're nothing but a damn puppet! One that exists only to serve his shepard like the mindless sheep he is. And not only that, but you left that same flock just so you could seek revenge on me! Someone who never harbored any ill will towards you or your friends. Rather, I only detested those ideals that you all seemed to hold so dearly. But I guess it's true what they say... if there are two things one should not discuss, it's Politics and Religion. Really, I just felt sorry for the three of you, seeing as you've been warped into following this false prophet of your's. but I digress. You say you want to give me a chance to redeem myself? A chance to seek vengeance? Well... I'm afraid there's no way I'd be stupid enough to walk into a fight when I'm hurt. But if you really want to settle this score between us, then I have a proposal for you. Next month, at the next W*I*G* event, how about this? Malakai Larkin and Aqil Ghassan, one on one, in a Street Fight! You see, there's no point in simply wrestling you. No, in order for me to resonate with your mind, I'm going to have to beat some sense into you with my bare hands! And don't tell me that you're not up for it, because after that beating you handed me last month, I'd say you're more than qualified to accept this challenge! So, if you really want to get your hands on me, this is your opportunity. What do you say?

Malakai simply stops at the top of the rampway as he listens to these words, now turning around to face this man inside the ring. He simply nods in response, before turning back around, then disappearing behind the curtain once more. Ghassan simply glares at him from inside the ring, as the crowd now cheers in the background, seeming eager to see these two finally meet in the ring. The Arabian man then exits the ring himself, now making his way back over the barricade, then exiting through the crowd.

Bailey: Well folks, it appears this battle has been rescheduled. Only instead of being a simple one on one wrestling battle, next month, we are going to have a hard drag out fight on our hands. You have to imagine that one will be quite a battle.

Lawless: You bet your ass it will be. Aqil's gonna kill that lunatic!

Bailey: Well... let's hope they don't go THAT far.

We quickly cut to the next segment.

[Reynaldo Fernandéz]

The bell sounds, as WIG's hall of fame announcer, Howard Finkel, is standing by inside the ring, preparing for this next contest.

Finkel: The following contest is a Ten Woman Elimination Match and it is for the W*I*G* Undisputed Women's Championship! Now here are the rules. The match will begin with two randomly selected women starting off in the ring, while the remaining eight stand outside on the apron. During the match, these two women may tag in and out of the match whenever they choose, while at the same time, the women standing outside the ring may tag any woman that comes close enough to them. If a woman is pinned or submitted, they are eliminated and must immediately leave the ringside area. When we come down to the final four, the W*I*G* Women's Title will be put on the line, regardless of whether the champion is involved in it or not. The winner of that fall will be declared the Undisputed W*I*G Women's Champion!

Lawless: Ten women? TEN WOMEN?! I don't even wanna see two women!

Bailey: Well tough luck for you. Personally, I'm looking forward to this match.

A remix of "Man Eater" begins playing throughout the W*I*G-Sphere. A strobe light starts flashing in time to the music. After about 25 seconds or so, the spot-lights swing around to focus at the top of the ramp. Fannie Package steps out, shaking her massive arms & thighs as she prepares to pose. Her hair is still blonde, & also straightened. She's wearing a pair of tight leather trunks & a black sleeveless cut-off T-Shirt emblazoned with the phrase CHAMPION in bold white lettering. She's also wearing one of those backwards-looking black leather hats.

The Fink: From San Francisco, California, she weighed in this morning at 289lbs... FANNIE... PACK~AAAAAAGE!

Bailey: First up, we have Fannie Package. If there's one person here that's more hungry for this belt, it's her

Lawless: I'd say she's hungry for more than just belts.

Bailey: At Halloween Hell, Fannie was screwed out of her title shot, then frozen from contention. Now thanks to Jett Ripley and Reynaldo Fernandez, she finally gets one more shot.

Fannie flashes a double biceps pose at the top of the stage as her muscular form is silhouetted by a pyro explosion from behind her. She continues on down the ramp, high-fiving with fans & shaking hands as she goes. She leans into the front row & gives one little boy a hug. He can be seen gasping for air & clutching at his ribs as soon as Fannie releases him from her powerful grasp. She removes her hat & gives it to a small girl in the crowd patting her on the head. The little girl smiles at Fannie with adulation. The mother of the little girl removes the hat & throws it back at Fannie before taking her daughter away.

Witch Queen of New Orleans plays over the PA system. Light applause showers down as Lana de la Croix walks out somewhat timidly in her blue and white sleeveless catsuit. There’s a momentary confused pause as someone catches her arm backstage. She’s pulled back behind the curtain for a second, then reemerges looking bewildered, possibly by the fact that she’s now draped in an Acadian flag.

Finkel: From Bayou L'Ourse, Assumption Parish, Louisiana, weighing in at 108 pounds, Lana De La Croix!

Bailey: This young Cajun country woman impressed last month against the likes of Sky Monix. Tonight, she has another opportunity to do so, by outlasting ten women to become champion.

Lawless: Yeah, good luck with that.

She shrugs under the makeshift cloak and paces down the ramp, shaking her arms loose and getting any stray kinks out of her shoulders. Shyly waving to the crowd, looking a bit nervous and overwhelmed by the crush of humanity in the arena, she walks to the ring. She makes her way up the steps and, after carefully draping the flag over the turnbuckle, jumps to the top of the turnpost, as if waiting to crash into someone dazed or unsuspecting.

Talia Bell’s music plays.

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

Bailey: A bit of a wild card here. Other than the battle royale where a champion was first crowned, Talia hasn't been in the ring too often with other women, though she did impress when facing L Rey.

Lawless: Unfortunately for her, TNT isn't allowed at ringside for this one. So she'll be going solo tonight. But something tells me she doesn't mind one bit.

Talia comes out to the boos of the crowd. She has on a pink corset-styled singlet with a skirt with “TNT in white on the back and front and pink boots with “TNT” in white down them. She walks down to the ring as a lot of pyro goes off. Talia walks up the steps and onto the apron and then enters the ring. Talia walks and leans back into it.

God's Going To Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash begins to play

Immediately as Johnny begins to sing from beyond the grave, comes out a grimly seriously Danny Taylor. She stares out into the crowd, absorbing all the unfavorable reactions as she pauses at the top of the ramp. Almost as if in response, she does a quick war dance skip before continuing down to the ring.

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

Lawless: Not this bitch!

Bailey: A woman who considers actions as right and just, Taylor has also impressed in the ring before, as well as outside. She held her own against Team Ireland's Maeve O Hare. It'll be interesting to see how she fares here.

She discards both her hat and her vest to the side off the ramp as she makes a beeline towards the ring. Reaching the ring apron she grabs the second rope then proceeds to pull herself up. She wipes her feet off on the apron she proceeds to enter. As soon as she gets in, she wanders over into an empty corner, resting her left leg on the bottom turnbuckle as she leans backward into it.

Ichirin no Hana's High and Mighty Color begins to play on the Colvintron. The camera scans the crowd until the spotlight and fans gather at the top of the W*I*G Sphere as Juri appears. She begins to walk down the stairs with a confident stride. Halfway down the ramp, in the middle of a sea of fans who seem eager to mimic her, she pauses with both hands at her side. She grins wickedly as she see fans waiting then lifts her finger up in the air, pointing to the ceiling as the fans copy her.

Finkel: Now residing in Osaka, Japan... Weighting in at 142 lbs.... BR Juri Sadamoto!

Bailey: Here we have one Juri Sadamoto. She just came off a hellacious battle against the likes of Chick Aura, who is also involved in this match.

Lawless: She's insane. There's no good reason for to be out here, nearly killing herself again just for a shot at a title belt.

Bailey: Some of these women will do anything for that belt partner. And I imagine Juri is one of them.

Juri finishes the rest of her stroll by jogging down the steps. She high-fives fans on both sides as she reaches the barricade. She quickly hops over the railing. A roll of the neck, a few pops of the back, and a few stretches with her arms later... She rolls into the ring. Rising from her knees, she eyes the women in the ring with an look that gladiator would give a pride of loins... albeit with a smile.

Finkel: And introducing next…

“Moskau” blares over the Colvitron’s speakers as the crowd reacts quite loudly with cheers, the masked Russian, Ykaterina Milosanova, stepping out upon the stage, her hands on her rounded hips.

Finkel: From Yaroslavl, Russia, weighing in at 142 pounds…………YYYYYYKATERINAAA MILOSANOVAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Bailey: Another woman who was screwed out of a victory, Ykaterina Milosanova lost her GND title after a victory over Vile when Rosie used her own title to pick up a very cheap victory. Clearly, she too wants revenge.

Lawless: What's she complaining about? She has that ugly mask protecting her face! It's not like it did anything to make it look worse.

Ykaterina’s mask glimmers in the rays of light generated on the stage around her as she glances at the cheering fans, acknowledging their presence and energy with a quick, informal curtsy, her arms outstretched around her, as she begins walking down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans gathered at the aisle.

Once Milosanova reaches the ring, she hops up onto the apron, turning around to face the stage. Using a grip on the top ropes to push herself up off of her feet, she leaps to the top rope, bouncing off of it and back flipping into the ring itself, as she lands on her feet and stands straight up, turning around and adjusting her braid a little bit. After a few moments, her music fades out.

"Crimson Shadow" plays over the PA system as Chick Aura walks out, glaring at the ring while the crowd boos at her. She looks out at them, then shrugs and walks down the ramp. As the camera closes in on her, however, it's clear to see several bandages covering her forehead.

Finkel: From Japan, weighing in at 210 pounds, Chick Aura!

Tom: And here comes Chick Aura, who we haven't seen since the Death match against Juri Sadamoto. And obviously, she's still heeling from the effects of that match.

Jeannie: I think Chick might've been surprised when she received her first hospital bill. Not too cheap at all.

Tom: Still, she looks to make up for that by winning this match this evening. The question is, can she do it?

Chick grabs the top rope and pulls herself onto the apron, and glares at the other girls inside the ring. She then steps into the ring, rolling her head around her neck as she waits for the match to start.

"Butterfly" begins to perkily play over the PA. The lights dim to pink, with a series of rainbow lights floating onto the entrance stage. Lexi Dyionisi bops out at the 30 second mark. She's decked out in lime green and hot pink UFO pants, a green fishnet shirt, and a pink crop top. She has a pair of butterfly wings on, and on her head, in between her massive pigtails, a miniaturized rainbow fedora, possibly in tribute to her older sister. Her smile is massive, and she slaps a multiple high fives with the crowd, even going back to hit a few more and hug a few people. She bounces into the ring, and strike her pose, never missing a single beat.

Finkel: From Indianapolis Indiana, weighing in at 135 pounds, Lexi D!

Bailey: One of the most energetic of the women involved, as well as a fan favorite for certain, Lexi is one of the fastest and quickest competitors involved.

Lawless: As well as one of the craziest. I wonder if she even realizes what is going on right now?!

The arena begins to dim, as suddenly the entrance ramp becomes bathed in a bright golden light. The crowd begins booing quite loudly in anticipation, as Metallica's St Anger picks up on the Colvintron. Soon enough, the grotesque and despicable being known as Rosie emerges from the back, a very sickening scowl across her face. As usual, the GND belt is worn around her neck, while the W*I*G* belt is secured through the help of a belt extender onto her waist. She begins stomping down the rampway towards the ring, as the other women inside the ring all eye her, Fannie Package and Ykaterina looking especially unhappy to see her.

Finkel: Introducing next, representing the Innocent, from the Land of Purity, weighing in at 200 pounds, she is the W*I*G* Undisputed Women's Champion, Rosie!

Bailey: And here comes the current champion, who was forced to put her belt on the line in this match by order of Jett Ripley. But honestly, you can't blame him for that.

Lawless: Got that right. This woman has been the scourge of the W*I*G* women's division for far too long. Not only that, but since winning the belt, her ego has swollen to the size of a small planet!

Bailey: She has though proven herself to be worthy of that title, at least in sheer toughness and brutality. She will do anything needed to retain that belt of her's, legal or otherwise. Rest assured, it's going to be hard to dethrone this woman.

Rosie vaults onto the ring apron, then stepping inside the ring, looking on with annoyance at her opponents surrounding the area. She steps into the middle of them all, quickly removing both her belts, then holding them up high, before shoving them right in the face of all eight of her opponents, a rather cocky sneer across her face as she does. She then shoves these titles into the grip of the referee, who holds them up high, before removing them from the ring. The nine present competitors then turn their attention towards the Colvintron.

Finkel: And finally...

A bizarre whirring noise can suddenly be heard from the PA system. Mechanical and uncomfortable. The lights go bleeding red,black… and when the lights return from red, from the center of the ramp, people can see a semi-translucent box. It’s standing upright, and has various chords dripping from it.


Your tongue
Bores me numb
Terror toma carcinoma
Speaking for you

Shallow opinion,
Acid fetish toy in the shape of YOU
Look very beautiful [beautiful]
Deranged, deauched, denued

As these lyrics play, the lights battle between the bloody red and the utter hopeless black. A door can be seen opening from the box, and with it, a flood of fog. A form steps out. The lights go back to black, and when the red appears, the box and it’s chords are gone. The figure is a suggestion…no…an enunciation of the female form, but the face is covered by a strange surgical-styled mask, the mass amounts of purple and red hair styled in dreads and looking not human. The figure form moves not swiftly, but no slowly. She moves in a …focused, way, if anything. It’s a solid…and yet a liquid state. Judging from the eyes, this woman has something odd on her mind. She steps into the ring, not in a stylistic way, but in a way set in her intentions. The word “mechanical” pierce’s everyone’s minds again. And yet she’s smooth.

Finkel:…Uh…Ladies and Gentlemen, standing in at 5’11 tall, from Tokyo, Japan, …Cyberonix…EXCESS!(?,!,?)

Bailey: Cyberonix Excess!

Lawless: She does exist?!

Bailey: This is a woman that has been rumored in other promotions, such as the short lived RCP and our sister promotion, WHOA. But she never made an actual appearance. However, tonight, she has finally revealed herself to the world. And from the looks of things, she has her sights set tonight on making a huge impact by becoming the W*I*G* Women's Champion!

Finally, the ten competitors are all standing inside the ring, quite a menagerie from the looks of them all. They then all turn their attention towards the Colvintron, excluding the mysterious Cyberonix Excess, who simply turns her back and folds her arms calmly, staring off blankly into space. The screen immediately lights up with a collage of ten familiar portraits of each participants. Suddenly, these portraits begin to light up and dim down in rapid succession, along with a series of electronic beeps. As their names are lit up, the competitor's names are also displayed to further signify, each of them lighting up two at a time. Juri, Ykaterina, and Fannie all look toward the screen quite intently, while the likes of Lana and Lexi both seem a bit more excited. Talia simply scoffs and looks on with a confident smirk, Chick Aura simply standing there silently as she too keeps her eye on the screen. Danny simply gazes at it with a rather smile on her face, perhaps that confident in her abilities, and finally, Rosie gazes on with one of her trademark scowls, teeth gritting with anticipation.

Soon, the screen begins to slow down, as it begins to decide upon two names. The crowd too looks on anticipation, also eager to see who will be starting this bout off before them. Eventually, the first two to start off are decided...

Bailey: And now it's time to figure out just who will be starting us off here. This one will be up to pure chance.

Lawless: Whose it gonna be?!

BR Juri Sadamoto and Cyberonix Excess. The crowd cheers loudly, definitely intrigued by this particular combination. Juri simply nods and casts a glance over towards the mysterious Cyberonix, a rather pleased smile on her face. The more cyborg-like woman meanwhile turns around, taking a quick look at the screen, then focusing her attention immediately on her fiery headed opponent. The remaining woman simply look amongst each other, Rosie letting out a sigh of relief, while Chick looks a bit annoyed by this particular decision. The remaining eight women then adjourn to the apron, Chick, Danny, Talia, and Rosie on one side, Lexi, Lana, Ykaterina, and Fannie on the other. Juri and Cyberonix meanwhile size each other up, Juri getting into stance, while her opponent looks on almost lifelessly, standing completely still. The bell immediately sounds, as the two quickly lunge in and lock up. Juri almost instantly takes the mysterious woman into a quick arm wrench, Cyberonix however almost immediately countering with one of her own, as if by instinct! Juri looks on surprise, as the cyborgian immediately applies pressure in the form of a top wrist lock. Juri immediately counters with a quick kick to the knee, as Cyberonix's grip loosens briefly. She then rears back with a few more quick kicks to the leg, then countering with another arm wrench on her opponent. The cold and calculating Cyberonix looks on with annoyance, as Juri yanks down on that limb hard, following up by driving the point of her elbow into the base of it. Cyberonix seems a bit stunned, as Juri immediately switches up into a hammerlock. She then grabs that now bent limb and presses it hard into the back of her opponent, looking on with assurance. Cyberonix struggles for a bit, only to rear back with an elbow, driving it into the side of Sadamoto's cheek.

She loosens her grip once more, grasping at it slightly, as the cyborgian of sorts immediately takes her down with a drop toe hold! She then floats over and clinches on a grounded side headlock, now grasping firmly around Juri's head. The Broken Rose looks on in surprise, but quickly manages to counter. She immediately rises back up to her feet, quickly bouncing off the ropes. The stubborn Cyberonix however maintains her hold, keeping a continued grip around BR's cranium. Juri however doesn't give in, quickly elbowing her way free, before taking Excess down to the mat with a headlock take down! She returns the favor, applying a tight vice of her own around her opponent's own possibly metallic head. Cyberonix looks on with a bit of a pained expression herself, She however manages to maneuver her legs, quickly wrapping them around Juri's neck in a second vice. Immediately, the both of them pop back up once more in a pair of simultaneous kip ups. Almost immediately, Juri unleashes a swift chop right across the chest, sending Cyberonix stumbling back slightly from the force. She grasps her chest slightly, then immediately rears back with one of her own, connecting as well and sending the Broken Rose staggering as well. She however unleashes a second chop in retaliation, nailing Cyberonix once more, who once again answers with another knife edge chop. Soon, the two begin exchanging them non stop, the crowd oohing and ahhhing with the sound of each one connecting with flesh.

Bailey: Sadamoto and the debuting Cyberonix are matching up quite well against one another. But then again, I'm not too surprised. Juri is one of the more experienced wrestlers in this match up, as well as a former EWT Ox Division Champion.

The chop fest continues, as the women surrounding the apron simply look on with interest. Eventually, Juri appears to get the upper hand, now chopping relentlessly at Cyberonix and sending her stumbling into the bottom left turnbuckle. The cyborgian one looks on in pain, as Juri immediately tags out to the nearby Lexi Dyionisi. She then wrenches that arm of Excess, who looks on in pain, Lexi meanwhile springing off the ropes and coming off with a double axe handle to the limb. Cyberonix grasps at it in pain, as Lexi smiles, immediately wrenching that same arm, then dropping down with an arm drag, sending her tumbling across the mat! Cyberonix rises up, rubbing slightly on that arm, as Lexi charges after her excitedly. The mysterious woman immediately counters, taking Lexi down with an arm drag of her own. However, the nimble raver chick rolls through and sends her tumbling once more! Lexi then pops up and jumps up and down excitedly. She then nails the rising Cyberonix with a swift kick of her own to the leg, sending the cyborg stumbling once more! She fires back with a quick kick of her own, but Lexi leaps right over it, then follows up with another quick few, sending her stumbling back into the ropes. Lexi then whips her off towards the ropes, Cyberonix charging over and bouncing back, then running right at Lexi. The raver chick then immediately leaps over as she comes back, then drops down. She then grabs Cyberonix as she comes back, launching her overhead with a monkey flip! Cyberonix however gracefully lands on her feet, then leaps up and connects with a low dropkick to the side of Dyionisi's head, sending her rolling along the mat. The crowd boos, as Cyberonix looks coldly down at her opponent, stomping over towards her as she rises. She then drops a quick leg across Lexi's face, before dropping down for a cover. 1....2..

Bailey: And Lexi now gets the tag, as it seems Sadamoto and Dyo... Lexi are going to try and work together in this match. A very sound strategy for certain.

Lawless: Not for long though, as Excess turns it around on that spazzed up rainbow haired freak.

Lexi kicks out. Immediately Cyberonix hoists her up, Lexi immediately firing back with a quick forearm shot, stunning the cyborgian. She then bounces off the ropes and leaps back with a high cross body! The mysterious Excess quickly catches her in mid air, then immediately drives her down into the mat with a high scoop slam! Lexi lands with a yelp, grasping at her back slightly. Cyberonix then stomps over towards the fallen raver, only for Talia to suddenly to tag herself in, looking eager to fight. Cyberonix looks on with annoyance, before simply nodding and exiting to the ring apron. Talia immediately starts stomping atop the fallen Lexi with a cocky smirk, who pushes back up to her feet. She immediately scoops her up as she rises, then plants her back down into the mat with a sidewalk slam! Lexi grasps at her back once more, the New Zealander immediately covering for another pin attempt. 1.....2...

Lexi once again kicks out. Not to be deterred, Talia quickly scoops the smaller woman off the canvas, getting a few quick forearms once more in the face. She grasps her face a bit, then immediately counters with a stiff knee right to the stomach, doubling her over. She then hoists her up high into the air with a gorilla press. Lexi however manages to slip free, dropping down and rolling Talia up with a sunset flip! 1....2....
Lawless: Looks like TNT's Talia can't wait to get into the match, sneaking in through a blind tag.

Bailey: This would be the first time Talia has been in the ring against a woman, though she has been involved against the likes of both L Rey and James Magnum Constance in the past. The question is, how will she fare against the same sex?

Talia quickly breaks free. She looks on with anger, as Lexi meanwhile grasps at her back, making her way over and tagging out, this time to a more than eager Lana De La Croix. The Bayou beauty quickly vaults into the ring, as Talia rises up, looking eager to meet her. Lana however comes in like a bullet, ducking right under Talia as she makes a grab, then popping up behind her, leaping up with a high dropkick and sending her stumbling forwards! She grasps the back of her head, turning around and looking on with fury. She turns around, just in time for Lana to grab her back the neck and drop down, hitting a quick jawbreaker, sending the New Zealander staggering back, grasping at her chin. She then steps forward once more, only for Lana to quickly leap up with a high drop sault, connecting with Talia's face and sending her down to the mat! She then continues in mid air, making a full rotation before splashing atop of Talia, now covering for the pin! 1....2....

Talia powers out, sending Lana sailing off her and down to the mat. She grabs at her face, before immediately jumping back to her feet. Lana immediately aims a high kick at her opponent's head, only for Talia to duck under it, scooping her up high, than taking her down with a sit out scoop slam driver! Lana crumples to the mat, now grasping at her neck, as Talia looks on quite proudly. She then makes a quick pin attempt of her own. 1....2....

Lawless: And here comes that cheating Chaz Stone's wench!

Bailey: Lana De La Croix also making her debut tonight against the likes of another woman, but she too is no stranger to in ring combat, having faced the returning Sky Monix at March 29th last month. Though she was unsuccessful obtaining victory, she did hang pretty well in the ring against him.

Lana manages to kick out. Talia immediately yanks her back up off the mat, only to pull her right into a stiff knee, doubling the Cajun over it. Talia then grabs her by the head and raises her arms high, before smashing her right into the chest with a standing double axe handle! Lana gasps in pain, clutching at her torso in pain, as Talia immediately grabs her by the head, then unloading with a brutal series of kicks across the area, before shoving her down to the canvas. She then drops a heavy elbow right into the stomach, driving the air out of her. Talia then hoists her back up in her arms, Lana trying to sight out with a few forearm shots, but to no avail! Talia launches her overhead with ease, sending her crashing onto the canvas chest first! She pushes back up to her feet, gasping for air once more. Talia then kips back up with ease and flashes a confident sneer. The member of TNT then steps over towards Lana and smirks, grabbing her by the arms, then raising her foot high, immediately stomping it right into the canvas with a vicious curb stomp variation! Lana clutches at her face in pain, rolling about the mat. She manages to push back to her feet, just in time for Talia to hoist her back up, taking her back down to the mat with a gutwrench suplex! Lana lands hard, Talia looking on with a sneer, before turning over and making a quick cover. 1....2.....

Lana once again manages to get a shoulder up. Talia starts to look on with frustration, before she turns her attention towards Danny Taylor, who is on the apron nearby. Talia immediately motions to her, then pointing back to the fallen De La Croix. Danny rubs under a chin slightly, a bit unsure of this, but then nods, tags out, and climbs into the ring. The both of them then pull the stunned Lana back up to her feet, then with their combined power easily hoists her up high into the air, before driving her down into their knees with a double gutbuster. Lana yelps out in pain, now laid out across the both of them. Talia and Danny then smile at each other and nod, yanking her back up, then performing a simultaneous whip, sending Lana towards the ropes. However, she manages to spring atop of them both, then leaping back off and crashing right into the two women with a springboard moonsault!
Bailey: A peculiar alliance here, as Talia decides to take advantage of the numbers game and ask Danny Taylor to team up against Miss De La Croix.

Lawless: It is a pretty odd alliance, but there have been stranger teams.

Bailey: But in the end it doesn't pay off! Lana takes them both down with some impressive agility!

Danny and Talia both go down hard, the latter instinctively rolling outside of the ring. Danny meanwhile rises back to her feet, as she staggers forward blindly.Lana meanwhile quickly crawls over towards the nearest person in reach, before lunging out and tagging in Fannie Package! Danny meanwhile isn't quite aware just yet of this, as she tries to shake off the effects of that moonsault. Fannie simply steps inside the ring and watches the staggering Danny, then looking towards the crowd and simply pumping a mighty arm before her. She then rears back, a smirk on her face, before she rears back and delivers a brutal clothesline to Taylor, sending her inside out and crashing to the mat! Fannie then stomps over, Danny slowly getting back to her feet as she does, clutching her neck in desperation. Fannie then unleashes a second clothesline, only for Taylor to quickly duck beneath it, then charge over and tag out to... Chick Aura.

Bailey: Oh boy... now here's a match up that I'm sure everyone has been curious to see. The Japanese Joshi, Chick Aura, and the Canadian Bodybuilder, Fannie Package. Package has a slight size advantage here, though Aura possesses more experience in ring wise I'd have to imagine.

Lawless: Really, I'd say this one could go either way. Two big ass freaks squaring off with one another.

The crowd looks on stunned silence, as Chick Aura slowly climbs inside the ring, a focused expression in her eyes. Fannie immediately sizes up the nearly proportioned woman, returning an equally intense look in her own eyes. The both of them then step forward, now eye to eye with one another. Chick suddenly rears back, smashing Fannie right in the face with a powerful fist, Fannie grimacing slightly, before immediately retaliating with one of her own! Chick gets nailed as well, cringing a bit in response, before firing back once more with another blow. Soon enough, the two are raining massive fists upon one another, as the crowd cheers on. Neither woman is budging as they rain blows upon one another. Suddenly, Fannie bounces off the ropes, before coming back and crashing right into Chick with a powerful shoulder block! The Japanese Joshi stumbles back slightly, but doesn't go down. Instead she bounces off the ropes herself, coming back and slamming into Fannie with an equally powerful shoulder block of her own! The equally sized Package however also maintains her footing. The two of them stare each down once more, both backing off once again. However, as she comes close, Talia immediately makes a blind tag back inside. Neither woman however is aware, as they both crash into each other once more, but again nobody goes down. Suddenly, the referee intervenes with Chick, demanding she exit the ring once more. The confused Joshi looks a bit confused, Fannie also a bit as well. However, as she's pondering this, Talia climbs the turnbuckle behind her, then leaping off with a Missile Dropkick from behind! Fannie gets nailed and goes stumbling forwards, but maintains her footing. Talia then rises back up and charges forward, following up with a chop block to the leg, Fannie immediately dropping down to a knee! Talia then backs up, Fannie grasping at the leg in pain, only to have Talia lunge into it with a second chop block! The crowd boos, as Talia looks on with a smirk, now standing behind and raining down fists to the head, trying to fell the giant woman. Package grimaces from these effective punches, grasping at her face to protect from them.

The New Zealander then smirks to herself, before charging forward and springing off the nearby ropes, before turning around and nailing her right between the eyes with a vicious Vanishing Point! Fannie goes down to her knees now, clutching further at that face. Talia meanwhile looks on with a smirk, crossing her throat slowly, before grabbing Fannie in a Gutwrench position and powering her off the ground! She manages to get her at least halfway there, but Fannie quickly counters, dropping back down to her feet and instead powering Talia up, who looks on in horror! The mighty woman then takes her into a Torture Rack, nearly bending her in half across her shoulders. Talia, being as tough as she is though, refuses to even utter a scream, teeth gritting in desperation. She immediately tries to fight free with a series of elbows, but to no avail, as Fannie instead takes her and deposits her hard into the mat with her Dirty Little Secret! Talia Bell slumps over on the mat, Fannie holding her down for a pin. 1.....2.....3!

Bailey: Talia tried to assert herself in the match and did pretty well taking it to the massive Fannie Package. But unfortunately, even after a devastating Vanishing Point, Fannie out muscled her and lead to her downfall.

Lawless: Well, someone was going to be eliminated eventually in this match. But I'd say Talia did TNT proud in this match.

And Talia is the first to be eliminated. Fannie grasps at her leg slightly at her leg, before rising back to her feet and turning around, now looking for her next challenger. She doesn't have to wait long as Lexi slides in from behind, then quickly nailing Fannie right in that same leg with a sliding dropkick, dropping the giantess back down to her knees, grasping at it once more. Lexi then unleashing a quick series of kicks to the area, looking to capitalize on the damage done already by Talia. Package grimaces amongst this assault, but manages to push back to her feet, then rearing back with a powerful elbow, nailing Lexi right in the stomach and doubling her over. Fannie then hoists her up high into the air with one arm, then quickly dropping back down across a knee for a backbreaker! Lexi grimaces in pain, clutching once more at that back, while the Canadian Package simply presses her down across and stretches her over that knee for a submission move, bending the rave chick over it without any effort.

Lexi wriggles desperately from atop that knee, desperately trying to fight her way free. Fannie however will have none of that, hoisting the smaller woman once again, this time high over her head, as Lexi meanwhile desperately tries to free herself with a few strikes atop the head. Package however charges full speed, intent on driving Lexi spine first back against that turnbuckle. However, Lexi manages to slip down in mid run, landing behind and shoving Package forwards, sending her crashing into the turnbuckle before her! She doubles over slightly, gasping slightly for air. As she does however, De la Croix tags herself in, obviously not content to be sitting on the sidelines in this bout. Lexi immediately spots her, grasping slightly at the back once more, then smiles widely back. Lexi charges in, only for Lana to quickly counter, launching her with an arm drag! The flexible Dyionisi however counters and rolls through, keeping ahold of Lana's own arm, sending her sailing instead with one of her own! Lana pops back up to her feet, rubbing a bit on that arm, then quickly charging once more. Lexi readies herself, immediately leaping up and wrapping her legs around Lana's throat, sending her flying with a quick Hurracanrana! Lana tumbles across the mat, grasping her neck as she rises back up again. She then rises back up, just in time to dodge an attempted Dropkick by the high flying Lexi. The rave chick drops back down, grasping her back as she lands, but rising up once more. She then ducks right under a Wheel Kick attempt of Lana's own, who crashes into the canvas as well, but manages to raise herself back up as well. The two immediately stop and position themselves. It seems a stand off has occurred.

Bailey: Hopefully you didn't blink or you may have missed that high speed encounter. The two fastest females in this bout, Lexi and Lana dazzling the crowd with their impressive acrobatics.

Lawless: Geez... any more of that and I may need a barf bag.

Bailey: Don't even think about it.

After a brief halt, Lexi charges in once again, leaping right at Lana with a flying clothesline. Lana however catches her by that arm, Lexi however managing to right herself and land on the ground. However, as soon as she does, Lana wrenches hard on her arm, then immediately takes her into an Overdrive style move, planting her face first into the canvas! Lexi grasps at that face in response. Lana then quickly rolls her over and looks for a pin attempt. 1.....2...

Lexi however kicks out. The New Orleans lass looks a bit surprised, but immediately backs up and bounces off the ropes. However, as soon as she comes close, Danny tags herself in, then quickly charges into the ring! Lexi meanwhile rises back to her feet, unaware it appears of the change. Lana is quickly shooed out of the ring, looking a bit annoyed, but complying with the rules. Danny meanwhile charges over and hits Lexi in the back of the neck with a clothesline from behind, dropping her onto all fours. Danny then looks on quite proudly, as Lexi tries to push herself back into a standing position. Taylor however gives her a bit of help, yanking her up with ease. As she does though, Lexi pulls her into an instinctive Small Package! 1.....2.....3!

Bailey: And Lexi eliminates Taylor!

Lawless: That was quick.

Bailey: Obviously, this is not going to bode well for the future, considering that these two have had some issues as of late. But nevertheless, Danny is the second to fall in this match up.

And just like that, Danny has been eliminated! The Californian cowgirl looks on in total shock, grabbing her cheeks, a look of disbelief quickly forming upon her face. Lexi rolls back to her feet and smiles, waving goodbye to the now eliminated Taylor. She simply stares in shock at the raver chick, before quickly being escorted from the ring area. Lexi meanwhile leaps up and waves goodbye to the defeated Danny, when suddenly she gets hoisted up by the waist from behind, Rosie immediately depositing her atop her back with a high belly to back suplex! Lexi gasps at her back once again in pain, as Rosie then immediately slips behind the fallen Dyionisi. She slams a knee right into her spine, Lexi wincing in pain from the impact, before Rosie immediately yanks her down into the Fury Grasp! The crowd boos angrily, Lexi desperately trying to escape this move, but to no avail. Rosie continues the pressure, pushing that knee further into the spine, as eventually Lexi has no choice but to submit.

Bailey: And almost as quickly, the vicious Rosie slips in from behind and picks the bones of Lexi, leading to our third elimination!

Lawless: Definitely not the fairest tactic, but hey... it paid off for the champion!

Bailey: Honestly I'm not surprised by the champion here. We've seen her use these tactics more then once to retain her belt.

The crowd boos, as Rosie rises to her feet, then delivers a boot into Lexi's limp form, sending her rolling outside the ring. Across the ring, Juri angrily rushes inside, intent on getting revenge for her fallen comrade. However, Rosie sees her coming and immediately tags back out to a more then accepting Chick Aura. Juri quickly stops, then simply nods. Chick Aura meanwhile steps inside the ring with a very focused expression in her eyes. The two of them stop for a moment, as the crowd cheers loudly in the background, eager once again to see the two of them lock up. Juri and Chick approach one another once more, as Chick immediately nails Juri with a vicious fist to the face, nearly knocking Sadamoto off her feet. She however quickly counters with a stiff chop right across the face, aiming her arm high enough to make contact with it. Chick grimaces in response, before rearing back with a chop of her own, aiming and connecting with Juri's own complexion!

Sadamoto staggers back once more, looking on with fury herself, before the two of them once again engage in a vicious chop fest, Battering and bruising each other back and forth with those hands of theirs. Eventually Juri manages to duck under one of Chick's own shots, then immediately unleashes a high roundhouse kick right to the larger woman's cheek! Chick stumbles backwards from the force, grasping at her face in pain. Sadamoto then leaps up high and follows, nailing Chick right between the eyes with a Jumping Spinning Back Elbow! Again, Chick staggers backwards, now leaning back against the ropes and rubbing at her face, luckily not busted open once more. Juri then charges full speed, springing off of Aura's face with a rope version of her Moonsault Kick! Chick however catches her in mid air somehow, then hoists her up high, depositing her into the canvas with a massive power bomb!

Lawless: DAMN!

Bailey: A devastating counter there by Chick Aura, catching Juri in mid move, then driving her down into the canvas. You have to suspect the tide in this encounter may have just turned.

Sadamoto slams back into the ring mat with a thud and gasps in pain. The monstrous Chick Aura then gazes down at her fallen adversary with a very menacing expression. She rubs at her face in pain, but walks back over to hoist Juri off of her feet. She then immediately snaps her back down with a Snapmare, Juri gasping slightly in pain, only for Chick to immediately hook her arms and spin around, following up this move with a vicious Dragon Suplex, sending Sadamoto sailing once more across the mat. Juri lands once more, grasping at her neck in pain from this combination. Chick then charges forward, leaping up high as she can, looking to crash back down with a double knee drop! Juri however instinctively rolls out of the way! Chick lands hard, grasping at those knees slightly, as Juri manages to push back to her feet, though still grasping at her neck. She however eyes the stunned Chick Aura, quickly unleashing a vicious chop to her chest, Chick Aura immediately grabbing it in response. Juri then follows with a second chop to the neck region, damaging Aura further as she grabs at it. Juri then follows up with a third and final chop aimed at her opponent's head! However, Aura catches her by that arm, rising back up and immediately pulling her into a vicious lariat! Juri gets turned inside out by the move, crashing to the mat in a heap, as she now grabs at her neck. Chick then drops down and rolls her rival over, covering for a pin! 1.....2......

Juri manages to kick out. Angrily, Aura hoists her back up from off the mat with ease, before whipping her hard into the nearest turnbuckle! Juri slams against it with the force, gasping out in pain as she slams against. Aura then backs up and nods slowly, stomping at the mat. She then charges full speed and raises her leg up high, smashing it right into Sadamoto's face with a Yakuza Kick! The Irish Japanese American slumps over in the corner, then immediately dropping back down to the mat. Aura looks on in satisfaction and nods, quickly pulling her away from the ropes, then making another quick pin attempt. 1.....2.....

Juri manages to get the shoulder up this time. Once again quite frustrated, Chick immediately drops a leg right across the fallen face of her adversary, Juri once again gasping in pain, clutching at it now in response. Chick then hoists her back up off the mat, the resilient Juri firing off a few quick forearms in retaliation. Chick however endures each of these, before hoisting Juri atop her shoulders, then immediately dropping back with a Samoan Drop, another of her trademark moves. Juri gets flattened from beneath her, grimacing once more in pain. Chick then slips over, quickly interlocking her legs around Juri's own, then yanking back viciously across her neck in a STF submission!

Bailey: And the relentless Chick Aura continues to keep the pressure on her rival Sadamoto. Obviously, these two still have a fierce rivalry between them, especially after last month's battle.

Lawless: If Juri doesn't do something quick, she's gonna be on a one way trip back to the hospital!

Juri's eyes widen in pain, as she immediately starts to struggle in this painful hold. Chick relentlessly continues to yank back across that neck area, looking intent on snapping it clean off unless Juri gives in. Stubbornly though, the Broken Rose refuses, though her face show signs of otherwise. She endures this submission as Chick continues to apply it, the Broken Rose soon starting to inch her away towards the ropes, hoping to somehow break this hold. Chick though keeps a tight grip across that throat, continuing to wrench heavily back across it. Slowly, Sadamoto grows less and less resilient, as the pain on her neck begins to grow from this abuse it's endured. However, before she's forced to give in, Sadamoto manages to lunge in and grab onto the ropes!

Chick realizes this and looks on in absolutely fury! She immediately tries to yank Juri from off those ropes, but to no avail, Sadamoto holding onto them stubbornly. Eventually, Chick releases the hold before the four count and looks on with fury. Instantly, Chick scoops her back off the mat, setting her up for the finishing move, Kiss the Pavement! Juri however manages to slip free of that hold, instead landing behind and grasping Chick from behind, locking her neck in a sleeper hold, then falling back with her in a lung blower! Chick's eyes grow wide, as she feels Sadamoto's knees press into her back, grasping at it instantly in desperation. Juri meanwhile simply lays there in a heap, grabbing desperately at that neck of her's. Chick has indeed done damage to her. Slowly, the both of them start crawling towards the nearest person in reach, in this case being Cyberonix and Ykaterina.

Lawless: And it looks like both women are looking for a refresher, now intending to switch out at the same time. Not a bad idea if you ask me. You can only go in that ring for so long.

Bailey: That's a good point. Once you get worn down, sometimes it's best to regroup.

The two manage to tag out at the same time, Ykaterina quickly entering the ring, along with Cyberonix across from her. The two masked women charge in at one another, then quickly leap up with a pair of high dropkicks, both of these canceling each other out. Ykaterina and Cyberonix both quickly rise back up from off the mat, when the Russian suddenly unleashes a quick snap kick to the side of the leg. Cyberonix stumbles back slightly, only to fire back with an equally rapid one to her opponent's own. Ykaterina is also clipped by this attack, but follows with a kick to the mid section. Cyberonix however catches it in mid motion, then tosses her up by that leg into the air! Ykaterina does a full rotation in midair, only to land back on her feet and aim a quick superkick, Cyberonix catching this one as well! Quickly, Ykaterina aims a second foot in the form of an enziguri! Cyberonix catches this one though as well, then dropping Ykaterina into the mat, before taking her into a quick jackknife pin! 1.....2.....

Ykaterina however quickly counters, grabbing the cyborgian and rolling her up into a sunset flip of sorts. 1.....2.....

Cyberonix once again escapes though, then quickly floating over and taking Milasonova into a backslide position! 1.....2.....

But Ykaterina manages to counter with one of her own, reversing the pinning predicament yet again! 1.....2.....

Bailey: A series of quick pin attempts between the Russian Ykaterina and the mysterious Cyberonix! Obviously these two are looking to eliminate one another as quickly as possible.

Lawless: Not a bad idea. Because the longer this match goes on, the more it's going to take out of everyone involved. And something tells me we're in the long haul!

Cyberonix yet again escapes, quickly rolling away and back to her feet, Ykaterina following in similar fashion. The two then gaze intently at one another, as the crowd applauds that rather quick display. The two then immediately lunge in and lock up with one another. Ykaterina then goes into a quick drop toe hold, dropping Cyberonix to the mat. She then quickly grabs her by the legs, then setting her opponent up for a Texas Cloverleaf. However, before she can get it locked on, Excess uses her feet and shoves Milasonova hard off her legs. Ykaterina stumbles forwards, managing to keep her balance, only for Cyberonix to suddenly lunge in and nail her in the back of the leg with a chop block! The masked woman goes down quickly, as Cyberonix quickly follows up, grabbing ahold of that leg and applying a nasty leg bar submission, yanking hard across that limb of hers. Ykaterina gives a pained look, but manages to fight free quickly, using her free leg to kick the relentless Cyberonix from off of her form. Once again, the two women rise back up, Ykaterina rubbing slightly on that leg of her's as she does. Immediately, Cyberonix charges right at Ykaterina, who leaps up and sends her flying with a lighting fast hurracanrana!

Cyberonix goes tumbling across the ring, grasping at her neck. She then sits up, just in time to get drilled by a vicious running kick to the face from Ykaterina! The futuristic-woman grasps at her face, then quickly getting yanked to her feet. Ykaterina then grabs her around the head, charging forward for a bulldog. Cyberonix though counters, blocking her feet with a leg, than taking her into a high backdrop suplex, depositing her into the mat! Ykaterina grasps at that back in pain, as Cyberonix quickly climbs atop, looking for a cover. 1....2...

Bailey: And these two continue to wage battle against one another, both women refusing to stay down it looks like. Clearly, this one is all about pride.

Lawless: Which is pretty stupid if you ask me. If you stay in the ring just because you want to feel honorable about not hiding on the ring apron the whole time, most likely it's gonna end up biting you on the ass.

Ykaterina kicks out. Immediately, Cyberonix drops down, then grabbing Ykaterina by her masked face and yanking back hard across it, putting her in a powerful crossface hold! Ykaterina gasps out in pain, feeling the effects of her opponent pulling relentlessly on her head, looking to try and pry it off from her shoulders! Quickly, Ykaterina fights free of the hold with a few quick shots of her free hand, then pushing back to her feet. Cyberonix however quickly grabs her as she rises, immediately setting up, then dropping her back down with a swift Russian Leg Sweep, no pun intended. Ykaterina drops back down across her back and grabs it once more. Cyberonix once again pulls Milasonova from off the mat, hooking around her leg, then hoisting her up high, before dropping her into a brainbuster on the canvas! Ykaterina flops down to the canvas in pain, now grabbing slightly at her neck. Cyberonix once again lays atop the Russian, going for another cover. 1.....2.....

Ykaterina manages to kick out again. Almost immediately, Cyberonix hoists Milasonova off the mat once more, only for Ykaterina to quickly fire back with a quick series of forearms! Cyberonix staggers a bit from this assault, as Ykaterina backs up and launches herself with a flying cross body! Cyberonix however grabs her in mid air, quickly positioning her atop her shoulders, then crossing her throat with an arm, immediately dropping her down with an innovative belly to back piledriver! Ykaterina once again flops down to the canvas, looking more than worse for the wear at this point. Cyberonix immediately covers once more, looking for a victory. 1.....2.....

But Ykaterina denies her again, getting a shoulder up from off the mat. The cyborgian woman looks on with an expression as close to anger as possible! She quickly rises back to her feet, then charging towards the ropes and springing off with a springboard moonsault! Ykaterina however rolls out of the way just in time, sending her crashing into the canvas! Slowly, the former GND Champion pushes back to her feet, grasping closely on her back area. She then waits patiently, grabbing Cyberonix from behind and launching her high overhead with a German suplex! Cyberonix goes flying, getting far enough that Chick Aura can tag herself back in!

Lawless: Ykaterina may have overshot her target there.

Bailey: I've gotta say... that may be a first in this type of match.

Lawless: Definitely not something you see everyday.

An unaware Milasonova rises back to her feet, panting slightly from this exertion. She then turns around, just in time to see Chick Aura pressing Cyberonix high over head, then launching her forward and tossing her right into Milasonova's form, sending her down in a heap! The Japanese joshi simply looks on with pride, before stepping over the ropes once more. Cyberonix manages to roll from off of Ykaterina's prone self and out of the ring, while Milasonova struggles to regain her own footing. Chick meanwhile simply lies in wait, beckoning for her to rise back up. Soon, she manages to do so. Chick then immediately scoops her up high in her grasp, setting up for another Kiss the Pavement! Ykaterina however desperately wraps her legs around the throat of Aura, who looks on in surprise. She then quickly tumbles forward, managing to take Chick down to the canvas with a Hungover Hurricane! The crowd cheers loudly, Ykaterina panting desperately. Clearly if she had failed to counter, it would've been over for her. She then eyes the others on the apron, quickly making her way over and lunging in desperately, managing to tag in Lana De La Croix!

Quickly, the Bayou girl charges in, immediately drilling Chick as she sits back up slowly with a dropkick to the face, depositing her back down on the mat! Chick groans, grabbing at her face in pain. Lana meanwhile reaches down, scooping her up as best she can off the mat, wrapping an arm around her neck, then quickly planting her into the canvas with an Implant DDT! Aura flops forward across the canvas, grabbing at her neck in desperation. Quickly, Lana makes a cover! 1.....2.....3

Chick Aura gets the shoulder up! Lana looks on in shock, but then looks around the ring and gets an idea. She quickly walks over, tagging out next to Fannie Package. The equally massive woman nods and steps over those ropes. She then stomps over towards the downed Aura, who slowly pushes back up to her feet, while grasping desperately on that neck. Fannie then hoists her up high above her shoulders, as Aura looks on in absolute shock, Package then setting her up in another Torture Rack Position, before driving her down with another Dirty Little Secret! Aura once again drops down to the canvas, lying there in a heap on the mat. Fannie rubs at her forehead slightly, as it took quite a bit just to lift this woman up. She then climbs atop for the cover. 1.....2.....3

But again, Chick Aura gets that shoulder from off the canvas! Package looks on in surprise as well, definitely not expecting so much resilience from this monstrous being. She pushes back off the mat, then walks over and tags out to Juri Sadamoto, who seems more than eager to accept. Chick meanwhile slowly pushes back up to her feet, grimacing noticeably from the intense pain felt across her neck. She slowly stumbles forwards, now looking on in pure anger as Juri steps into the ring. The Broken Rose than ascends to the top rope, waiting for Aura to come close, now measuring her opponent and nodding slowly to herself. Then as soon as she comes close, Juri sails off, smashing Chick right in the face with a TIMFA! Instantly, Aura drops down to the mat with a loud thud! Juri crawls over, then draping self across for another cover. 1.....2.....3!

Bailey: An Bayou Blast from Lana, a Dirty Little Secret by Fannie, and a TIMFA from her rival, Juri Sadamoto.

Lawless: Chick Aura is a monster plain and simple. The fact that it took three finishers just to put her flat on her back is more then enough proof of that.

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The third times the charm, as Chick Aura finally succumbs. Though not without a hell of a resistance. Slowly, the woman rolls to the outside, Juri then turns around, just in time for Rosie to charge in from behind once again! Juri however instinctively turns around, then unleashing a brutal roundhouse right to the face, sending the current champion down in a heap! Rosie looks on in shock, grasping at her face in pain, as Juri quickly climbs atop for a cover. 1.....2.....

Rosie powers out, sending Sadamoto sailing off her form! She then pushes back to her feet, a look of anger on her hideous face. Sadamoto quickly unleashes a second high kick, only for the current champion to grab her from underneath, then hoisting her high into the air for a flapjack, Juri getting launched up quite high, the champion then bending down and catching her on the way back down with a gutbuster! Juri's gasps in pain, feeling the air being driven out of her lungs upon landing. The confident Rosie simply grins, before shoving Juri off, then looking for a quick cover. 1.....2....

Bailey: And yet again, Rosie tries to take advantage of an opponent by attacking from behind. But this time, to less success, as Juri levels her with a vicious kick!

Lawless: Now I've gotta be honest, seeing these two in a match with each other would make definitely be intriguing, if only to see how tough these bitches are. Hopefully, we can see that at some point.

Juri kicks out. Instantly, Rosie hoists her back off the mat by her hair, then quickly whipping her hard off towards the ropes opposite of the ring. She then stomps into the mat and charges at her, aiming a bit boot at her face! Juri however rolls right underneath it, The champion stumbles forward, looking surprised, as Juri immediately leaps atop her back, looking for a sleeper hold. Rosie however doesn't give her a chance to lock it in, reaching behind and snapping her off her back and driving her into the mat! Juri grasps her back slightly, as Rosie immediately mounts atop her, now raining down a vicious flurry of fists to the face, Sadamoto cringing as she endures these blows, trying to defend herself from this volley. Soon, Rosie sits back up off of her opponent and smirks. She then yanks Sadamoto from off the canvas, before whipping her hard towards the nearby turnbuckle! She then charges right after her. Juri however manages to prevent a collision, springing atop in a handstand, Rosie instead slamming chest first into the turnbuckle. However, as she balances from atop, Cyberonix from nearby leaps up and connects with a kick right to the back of Sadamoto's head!

Lawless: OUCH!

Bailey: Definitely was not expecting that. Cyberonix picked her spot there, attacking Sadamoto as soon as she came close enough. Perhaps she's hoping to get rid of her as soon as possible?

Lawless: Not a bad idea. Even in an injured state, Sadamoto probably could and would be able to pull out a victory in this type of environment. But not if the competition actively seeks her out.

Juri nearly loses her grip completely, falling forward, but managing to land on the apron, now grasping her head in pain. Quickly, the Broken Rose moves along the ring apron, stepping through the ropes and making her way back over, Rosie recovering and turning around just in time to watch her do so. Juri then makes a quick tag to Lana De La Croix. Quickly, the New Orleander hops back inside the ring, looking ready to compete once more. Rosie spots the much smaller woman, now giving a rather bemused look. She walks over, getting right in De La Croix's face now, before letting out a loud rude laugh. Croix simply glares up at this beastly woman, not at all amused by this. She then quickly rears back and delivers a forearm right to Rosie's face! The woman staggers back, grasping at that area slightly, as Lana quickly follows up with a further flurry of these, bombarding her with them. She then grabs Rosie by the arm, trying to send her off the ropes. The champion however resists with her larger size, instead yanking Lana forward with that arm, just in time to meet a brutal lariat! lana gets turned inside out, crashing face first to the canvas in a heap. She then gives a huge sneer, dropping down and covering her for the pin. 1....2....

Lana gets a shoulder up! Rosie looks on in shock, teeth gritting slightly inside her mouth. She quickly gets back to her feet, before leaping up high, following up by dropping one of her fists right between the eyes of De La Croix, who immediately grasps at the area in pain! Rosie smirks, quickly pulling Croix back up by her locks of hair, then grabbing her by the neck and driving a knee right into her face, Croix whincing in response. Rosie then pulls her up for a brainbuster, Lana however managing to stop herself in mid air, aiming a stiff kick right to Rosie's chest, who grimaces slightly, before she drops down and connects with a jawbreaker, jacking the champion and sending her stumbling a bit! Croix then bounces off the ropes nearby, charging back in and going into a cartwheel, transitioning into a Pele Kick! Rosie however grabs her legs in mid move, Lana looking on in horror, as the champion then powers down with an Electric Chair Drop, sending her back down to the canvas! Lana hits it with a thud, now laying in a heap once more on the canvas. Again, the champion stomps over, rolling her over and looking for a cover. 1....2....

Once again, Lana gets a shoulder up! Rosie looks on once more, even more frustrated by her resilience! She rubs at her jaw slightly, before hoisting De La Croix back off the canvas once more. She then hooks her arms tightly around her own, taking her into a full nelson position, holding the woman's smaller frame with ease. Then, she immediately begins to twirl about, locking on a spinning full nelson, Lana's eyes going wide as she's taken into this rather unorthodox submission! She slowly begins to grow more dizzy with each moment she's spun around, along with the pressure being felt across her neck from the hold. Again and again, she spins about, growing more and more sickened from the dizzying sensation, Rosie herself seeming a bit so as well, but refusing to halt her motions despite it. Desperately, De La croix tries to free herself, but to no avail, as the spinning is making it quite difficult for her to focus on doing so. However, she still refuses to give in, face twisting in pain as her neck is continuously affected by this move Eventually though, Rosie too can no longer stand this spinning, as she stops herself, then launching De La Croix across the ring with a release Dragon Suplex! Croix crashes into the mat with a thud, Rosie dropping down to her knees now, covering her mouth slightly, as she tries to regain her own composure. Thankfully though, the move has done far more damage to her opponent then herself, who lies there in a heap on the canvas. Eventually, the champion regains her balance, now heading back over and dropping atop, looking for the pin! 1.....2.....3

Bailey: Rosie just can't keep Da Le Croix down! That has to say something about the reslience of the Cajun countrywoman.

Lawless: She's stupid if you ask me! Sometimes you've just gotta know when to give up before you end up in a wheelchair. No title is worth a chance of ending your career!

Bailey: I know plenty of people who would beg to differ on that.

Lana somehow, someway gets that shoulder up once more! Rosie looks on in pure fury, even further annoyed by her opponent's stubborness. Angrily, she slams her fist into the canvas with a loud thud. Slowly, the sizable woman gets back to her feet, now crossing her throat. She quickly reaches down, turning Lana on her front, then wrapping her arms around Croix's waist. However, Lana out of pure instinct sees this coming, ducking under those arms, then with the strength she can muster, leaps up with a high Pele kick, cracking Rosie right in the face with her foot! The woman immediately drops down to her knees, grasping the area in pain.She hunches down on all fours, looking a bit dazed from that desperation move. Croix however isn't done yet, as she leaps atop Rosie's back, leaping off off it and spinning into the air, now driving her knees right into the broad of Rosie's back! Instantly the champion drops to the canvas, grimacing in pain from this move. Lana meanwhile slowly starts to crawl over, pushing the champion onto her now hurting back as best she can, then draping atop for a pin! 1.....2.....

Rosie kicks out. Lana looks on in shock herself now, but refuses to be deterred. The woman slowly climbs back to her feet, eying the nearby turnbuckle and nodding. She then ascends atop of it, as the champion rolls over, slowly starting to sit back up. Croix immediately notices this, then leaps off with a spectacular somersault corkscrew legdrop, dropping that leg of her's right across Rosie's face as she comes down! The woman gasps out in pain, desperately grabbing at the area as the move connects, Lana pants slowly, before once again pulling herself atop the once again dazed Rosie, going for another cover! 1.....2.....

Bailey: And Lana now taking the fight to Rosie! A beautiful Fleur De Lis may be the move she needs to eliminate the champion!

Lawless: This could be a huge upset!

Rosie gets the shoulder up. Lana yet again can't believe it! She slowly pushes back to her feet, as Rosie meanwhile manages to push back up to her own, looking quite dazed at the moment. Immediately Lana grabs her around the neck, setting up to finish things off with another Implant DDT! However, just as she does so, Rosie immediately lunges out and rakes right across Croix's eyes, who immediately yelps out in pain, stumbling back and grabbing at those pupils. Rosie then immediately charges in and... clocks Fannie Package right in the face! Package cringes slightly, but otherwise endures the move. However, before she can counter, Rosie rolls outside of the ring. A bit confused, Package steps over the ropes. However, as she enters, Lana De La Croix charges blindly at her, not quite aware of what just happened, leaping up with a spinning leg lariat! Fannie easily catches her in mid move, as De La Croix soon realizes who she's just attacked, looking quite horrified! Package simply looks back down at her, hoisting the woman high into the air! She keeps her dangling above her head for at least a minute, then driving her back into the canvas with a mighty Stalling Suplex! Lana immediately crumples to the mat, as Package climbs atop, now looking outside the ring at Rosie in anger. She however makes the cover, as she still intends to win that title, friends or no friends. 1.....2.....3!

Bailey: You've got to be kidding me! Rosie blatently blinding Lana, then tagging out... sort of, to Fannie Package!

Lawless: I feel bad for Lana, but she has nothing to be ashamed about here. She put up a hell of an effort. But in the end, it just wasn't enough.

Lana has finally been eliminated. But not without a very impressive showing. Fannie pushes back to her feet, then reaches down and helps Lana back up to her feet. The referee then takes over, escorting her away from the ring. Package then looks across the ring, where Rosie is once again standing, a look of fury in her eyes. She then stomps over, tagging out to Sadamoto, perhaps wanting to save her energy for Rosie when the time comes again. Sadamoto looks surprised, but nods, entering the ring. Meanwhile, Cyberonix once again steps in herself, more then fine to accept Sadamoto's challenge. The two of them once again approach each other, ready to pick up where they first began. Once again, the two woman begin chopping viciously at one another, bombarding each other with those knife edges in alternating fashion. Soon, Juri manages to duck underneath one of these shots, then nailing a quick kick to the stomach, doubling Excess over. She then scoops her up high for a suplex, only to change it in mid move into a spinning neckbreaker! Cyberonix looks surprised, before getting dropping down to the mat, now grasping at her neck in pain. Sadamoto quickly climbs atop, covering for a pin! 1.....2.....

Cyberonix kicks out. She then begins to rise back up to her feet, though grabbing on that neck still, as Sadamoto unleashes another chop, this time right into that throat! Cyberonix grimaces, staggering back towards the ropes, as Sadamoto continues her chopping fury, backing her further and further until she's leaning against them. Sadamoto then rose whips her off hard to the other side. She then charges as she comes back, aiming a lariat right on that same neck of her opponent. Cyberonix however ducks underneath as she comes back, then springing off the ropes, before coming back at Sadamoto with another springboard moonsault! Juri catches her though in mid move, only for Excess to quickly wraps those legs around her neck and snap off a hurracanrana! Juri is sent tumbling down to the mat, looking a bit surprised as she grabs her neck. Cyberonix then charges forward, stomping hard across the back of Sadamoto's head and driving it into the mat! Sadamoto gasps in pain, quickly rolling over onto her back. She then pushes back to her feet, only for Cyberonix to quickly hook her under the arms, then taking her up into the air, Sadamoto unable to counter, before planting her into the mat face first with a face buster! Juri groans, rolling along the mat clutching at the area as she lands. The cyborgian then rolls her over, making a cover of her own. 1......2......

Bailey: Another back and forth battle between the two women who started this encounter off in the first place. It'll be interesting to see who comes off the victor between them.

But Juri manages to kick out this time. Cyberonix looks on quite unamusedly at this, as she quickly pulls Sadamoto up to her feet. She then quickly hoists her high atop her shoulders into a torture rack, setting up for Cyber nixed! She quickly drops Sadamoto down, but the Broken Rose counters, smashing her knees right into Cyberonix's own, then dropping her down with a facebuster of her own! She then quickly climbs atop, looking for another cover! 1.....2.....

Cyberonix gets the shoulder up this time. Sadamoto watches intently and nods, before turning around and springing atop the nearby turnbuckle. She then waits for Cyberonix to rise to her feet once more, before leaping off with another TIMFA! Cyberonix however catches her in mid move, quickly propelling her back atop her shoulders, looking for a second Cyber Nix! Juri however wriggles free once more, then drops behind, then hoisting Cyberonix up atop her own shoulders, setting up a Broken Rose Driver! Nix however uses her momentum, dropping behind Sadamoto once more, then immediately dropping her down hard with a Tilt a Whirl Tombstone Piledriver! Juri immediately flops down across the mat, grabbing at her neck in pain, as Cyberonix climbs atop, hooking the leg for a pin. 1.....2.....3!

Bailey: Juri fought a hard battle there, but she just couldn't stick it out, as Cyberonix outmaneuvers her and eliminates her from this match.

Lawless: Another great showing though. I've gotta say, this has been one of the most drawn out battles I've ever seen in my entire time here in W*I*G*. None of these women refuse to give up without a fight!

And Sadamoto has finally been taken out. We are now left with the final four remaining, the impressively powerful Fannie Package, the technically agile Ykaterina Milasonova, the mysterious Cyberonix Excess, and the current women's champion Rosie. Cyberonix rises back to her feet and rubs at her neck slightly. She then notices Rosie on the apron motioning over to her. The cyborgian looks at her a bit confused, but nods and approaches. The two of them begin to speak, as Rosie motions over towards Fannie Package, who watches on curiously. Seeming to understand, she turns her attention towards the body builder, who quickly steps inside the ring. Cyberonix quickly approaches herself, as Package looks at the mysterious woman, not at all intimidated it appears. Fannie quickly charges forward, Cyberonix however ducking underneath her arm as she swings for a clothesline. Package seems a bit surprised by the woman's reflexes. Cyberonix then unleashes a vicious kick to the back of Package's leg, causing her to immediately grimace in pain. Excess then unleashes another swift kick back there, along with another, seemingly trying to chop down the massive Package. She however manages to maintain her footing, rearing back and nailing Excess with a mighty back elbow shot, catching her in the jaw and sending her stumbling back a bit. She then charges back at her, but Excess sees her coming, dropping down as she approaches and clipping her leg with a low dropkick! Immediately Package goes down to a knee, grimacing in pain. The cyborgian then resumes stomping across that hurting leg as her opponent kneels down, intent on capitalizing. Fannie tries to rise back up, but Cyberonix immediately drops her with a drop toe hold, sending her down to her stomach with a thud. She then grabs that same leg, raising it up, before driving it back down into the canvas! Fannie grimaces in pain from this, as Cyberonix then heads back over, immediately tagging out to Rosie on the apron.

The champion gives a satisfied sneer, looking down at Package, who looks furiously at this. Rosie then slips behind Package herself, dropping down and driving an elbow into the back of that leg! Fannie grimaces once more, as further damage is done. Rosie then gets back to her feet, as Package begins pushing back up to her own, though slowly. Rosie immediately scoops her up by that same leg, then driving a series of elbows into the base of it, as Fannie cringes from each of these blows. She however manages to rear back, smashing Rosie right in the cheek with a one armed coin purse! Rosie loosens her grip, stumbling back from the force. Package grabs at that leg of her's briefly, before charging in and nailing the champion with a powerful clothesline, putting her down the mat! She quickly climbs atop for a cover! 1.....2.....

Bailey: And we are now down to the final four, definitely a very interesting gathering we have here. Including the newcomer to W*I*G* Cyberonix Excess.

Lawless: Indeed. Wouldn't it be something if she was the one to pull the victory here in the end?

Bailey: Very few people have won titles in their first match up. The only ones I think of that come to mind are Eddie Omega and Vision of Passion. Coincidentally enough, both of these changes also occured in multi person match ups.

Rosie kicks out. Fannie looks furiously, reaching to pull her back up, only for Rosie to lunge in, then sinking her hideous teeth right into that leg of Fannie's! The woman immediately gasps out in pain, definitely caught off guard by this move! She immediately grabs her leg, as Rosie quickly heads back over, tagging once again to Excess. Once again, the Cyborgian slips into the ring, charging in from behind and nailing her in the back of the head with a vicious boot, sending package down to the mat once more. Cyberonix then grabs ahold of that leg once more, managing to lift it up and position it on the nearby ring ropes. She then springs off those ropes, than landing atop that leg with a stomp on that area! package lets out another yelp of pain, as Excess looks on intently, before bouncing off those ropes once more, only to land yet again with another stomp across the area. Yet again, Fannie's face twists in pain,as Cyberonix then pulls that leg off those ropes, now beginning to apply an ankle lock on that limb! She twists and cranks viciously across it, Package seething in pain, as she struggles to endure this hold. Ykaterina meanwhile watches from the apron, wondering if she should help Package or help the other two in eliminating the biggest threat of the match.

Cyberonix meanwhile continues to twist on that leg, keeping a firm grasp across it. Fannie continues to struggle, trying to escape from that hold, as the pain shoots up from it, bringing her closer and closer to submitting. Cyberonix simply looks on quite confidently, intent on eliminating the massive woman. As she holds onto that leg, Fannie suddenly rolls through, managing to throw Excess off her and sending her staggering forwards! Sweat can be seen dripping down Package's face, as she came very close to giving in to that hold. Cyberonix meanwhile turns around, charging right at Package, only to get caught with a desperate lunging clothesline, taking the cyborgian down to the mat with ease! She grabs at her leg once more, before crawling over as best she can manage, now covering the fallen Excess! 1....2.....

Bailey: Rosie and Cyberonix were working together for a bit, trying to take out the biggest woman in this match, Fannie Package. And for awhile it seemed to be working. But the tide may have just turned in this battle...

But Cyberonix kicks out. Fannie looks on yet again in disblief. She slowly rises back to her feet, grabbing desperately at that limb as she does so. Cyberonix is soon to follow, as she immediately aims a quick kick right at that same leg! Fannie however manages to catch it in mid move, Cyberonix looking on in surprise! Then, with a mighty lift, she takes Excess high atop her shoulder's setting up for a Death Valley Driver! However, before she can complete the move, Rosie charges into the ring, aiming a big boot right at her face! Fannie however manages to stop her with a quick to the stomach, doubling the champion over! She then reaches down, hoisting her up high as well, while keeping Cyberonix balanced atop her shoulders, then taking them both down into a staggering double Death Valley Driver! Rosie and Cyberonix both hit the mat hard, the former once again rolling slowly to the outside. Fannie meanwhile looks over in Ykaterina direction, desperately crawling over towards her now, grabbing at her leg a few times as she does. Ykaterina meanwhile watches as she approaches, trying to decide if she should take the tag or not.

In the end, she does so, lunging out and accepting Package's tag, as she charges swiftly into the ring! Cyberonix meanwhile rises back up, not aware of this just yet. She then turns around, just in time to see Ykaterina leap over her head, taking her down with a flipping neckbreaker! Excess goes back to the canvas, grabbing at her neck in pain, as she pushes back to her feet. Ykaterina then leaps up as she does, sending her sailing with a Hurracanrana, once again taking down the cyborgian! Excess rubs further at that neck, pushing to her feet once again. Ykaterina then charges forward again, leaping up for a Tornado DDT! Excess however throws her off in mid move, then grabbing her by the neck instead for a Snap DDT! Ykaterina however blocks this move, instead shoving Excess onto her back! She then charges towards the ropes, springboarding off and connecting with a leg drop across the throat! Cyberonix gasps out in pain, Ykaterina quickly hooking the leg for a pin! 1.....2.....

Bailey: Ykaterina back in, to pick up where she left off with Excess! And this time, both women are looking to finish things in this bout!

Lawless: I don't know about Excess, but clearly the rest of these woman are all starting to tire out. This match has been going on for awhile now. You have to think that their tanks are starting to near empty.

Excess gets a shoulder up. Ykaterina looks on in disbelief. She quickly rises back to her feet, as Cyberonix slowly follows. She looks on with a cold look, refusing to fall to this masked woman. Ykaterina quickly grabs her by the head, leaping for a complete shot! Excess however counters, throwing her off and sending her crashing onto her back! Ykaterina gasps out in pain, as Cyberonix watches closely, looking ready to finish her off. She then quickly springs off the ropes nearby, landing atop of Milasonova with a springboard moonsault! 1.....2.....

But Ykaterina kicks out. Excess's eyes widen, not expecting this. She grasps her neck slightly, before pulling her opponent up high above her head, now setting her up for an inverted Crucifix Powerbomb! She charges forwards, but in mid move, Ykaterina slips free, quickly wrapping her legs around Cyberonix's own body in a vice, squeezing hard on it! The cyborgian drops down onto her belly, as Ykaterina then reaches around, immediately applying a Reki Stretch! Excess's eyes light up in pain, the woman struggling not to give in for a moment. However, in the end, she has nowhere to go and is forced to submit!

Cyberonix has been sent packing as well, leaving us with only three. Ykaterina releases her grip on Excess, then rising back to her feet slowly. The futuristic woman then looks quite intently at her opponent, grasping at her neck as she does so. Ykaterina rises up soon after herself and gazes curiously back, curious to what this being may be contemplating. Soon, Cyberonix turns around and makes her way out of the ring, stepping through the ropes and heading towards the backstage, rubbing further on that neck as she does. Ykaterina then turns her attention towards Package, the two of them quickly locking eyes with one another. They then turn their attentions towards the champion Rosie, who has once again returned to the ring apron, herself glaring right back at the both of them, definitely intent on retaining her belt in this match up.

Bailey: And with Cyberonix eliminated, we are down to the final three in this match. And what an appropriate combination it is. Fannie Package and Ykaterina Milasonova, both women that Rosie has screwed out of a victory in a title match, and the champion herself.

Lawless: We are coming down to the final quarter for sure. The question is, which of these two will be left standing to compete for the deciding fall and the women's title?

Ykaterina beckons her to enter the ring, as the monstrous Rosie looks at them both and scowls, stepping into the ring and walking right up to Milasonova. The two of them quickly stare each other right in the face. After a brief moment, the battle is on, as the two begin exchanging blows, Rosie raining down a series of fists, as Ykaterina fires back in retaliation with forearms aplenty. The two women look on intently at one another, as Package meanwhile waits on the ring apron, also looking quite determined to be the victor in this battle. Rosie meanwhile lunges in and headbutts Milasonova right in her face, dazing her for the moment. She then grabs her by the neck and charges forward, tossing her over the ropes with ease! She then turns around and sneers back at Package, flexing her muscles rather cockily. She then turns around, as Ykaterina seems to have caught hold of the ropes, skinning the proverbial cat, then balancing atop and leaping for a springboard plancha! She lands and takes Rosie down to the canvas, quickly looking for a cover! 1.....2....

Rosie powers out, throwing the smaller Milasanova off her form. She quickly pushes back to her feet, looking on in fury once again, only to quickly be bombarded by a rapid fire series of kicks from Ykaterina, who looks to capitalize. Rosie endures these fast feet, cringing slightly amongst them, but managing to catch one of them, immediately launchign her high into the air with a flapjack! Ykaterina however counters in mid air, hooking Rosie's arms and pulling her down into a crucifix pin! 1.....2.....

Rosie once again escapes, as Ykaterina rolls back to her feet. The champion slowly runs her hands through that bizarre looking hair of her's, before she charges at the rising Russian, scooping her high into the air, then driving her spine first back against the turnbuckle! Ykaterina gasps slightly, as she's now assaulted by a series of fists to the face, with nowhere to go. She fires back with a few forearm shots, but to little effect, as Rosie now starts unloading with a number of shoulder tackles, driving her further back against that turnbuckle. She then backs up and charges in for another one, Ykaterina however leaping over her, then rolling the champion up into a sunset flip! 1.....2.....

Bailey: Ykaterina is a woman possessed. You have to know that deep down, she would love to eliminate Rosie here, then move on to beat Fannie and take back that belt she held but a mere month ago.

Lawless: The problem is, she's going to have to get Rosie to submit or pin her to the mat. Something that only one person in W*I*G* has managed to pull off. And even then, that was ruled as a draw.

Yet again, Rosie escapes. Angrily, she gets back to a vertical base, turning around just in time to see Milasonova ascending the turnbuckle. She quickly stops her in mid motion with a stiff shot to the face! Ykaterina grimaces slightly, clutching at her masked self, as Rosie then reaches up, grabbing her light form, then tossing it clear across the ring, sending her crashing into the middle of the canvas! She grasps at her back once more, Rosie then looking down at her with a very serious look on her face, before she charges towards the opposite side of the ring, then coming back and leaping atop Milasonova with an Earthquake Splash, crushing the poor woman under her posterior! She groans in pain, clutching at her stomach, as Rosie sits atop, looking for the cover. 1.....2.....

Ykaterina gets her shoulder up off the mat! Rosie grinds her teeth together in anger. Quickly she yanks Milasonova off the canvas, now blindly whipping her off the ropes, then bouncing off the opposite side. Fannie watches as Ykaterina comes close, then makes a blind tag, unbeknownst to either of them. Rosie meanwhile charges in and takes Ykaterina's head off with a vicious lariat, sending her flopping down to the mat! She then turns around, just in time to get hoisted high off the canvas, then dropped down with a Gorilla Press Slam, sending her crashing back down to the ground! The "woman" looks on in surprise, now seeing Fannie Package looming above her. Quickly, the champion begins backing up, obviously not wanting to do battle with her. Package simply looks down and stomps after her, as Rosie eventually backs into the corner. She then pushes back to her feet, in a bad position at this point. Package simply smirks, then starts unloading with a series of... punches, battering and bruising Rosie with each of them as she tries to cover herself. However in the middle of these blows, Rosie lunges in, poking Package right between the eyes!

Bailey: And what a surprise. Rosie once again breaks the rules to get an advantage.

Lawless: She doesn't need to cheat to win. She just does it because she wants to.

Surprised, Package grabs at those retinas of her's, as Rosie immediately begins firing back, brutalizing her larger opponent with a relentless series of fists from her own hands. Package meanwhile has recovered from that poking, now enduring these relentless blows. Rosie then stuns her with a swift kick to the stomach! She then bounces off those ropes behind her, then coming back with a high big boot right between the eyes, sending Package stumbling back from the force, now clutching at her face. Rosie then backs up once more, coming back and connecting with a second one, this time enough to back Package into the ropes. With a smug look, Rosie then charges full speed, catching the surprised Package with a vicious clothesline, sending her to the outside, though landing on her feet. Package continues to grasp at that face of her's, as Rosie slowly nods to herself. She then slaps her knees, licking her lips a bit, then charging once more, sliding towards with a baseball slide! Fannie however catches her by the legs in mid move! Rosie looks on in shock, as Fannie then swings her by those legs, then driving her spine first into the barricade!

Bailey: WOW!

Lawless: That's gotta hurt...

Bailey: Fannie Package catches Rosie in mid move, the introduces her to the barricade! You know that's got to hurt.

The champion cringes in pain, grabbing at her back as she clumps over across that wall. Fannie continues grasping at her features, then looks to Ykaterina, who nods. She then reaches back up, scooping up the champion in another military press, now holding her near the ropes. Milasonova then springs off the ropes, before leaping up high and coming down with a double footed stomp into Rosie's already ugly features! Immediately, she gasps out in pain once more, as Fannie tosses her back inside the ring, climbing back in after herself. Rosie begins pushing back to her feet, looking completely caught off guard at this point. Package meanwhile tags back out to Milasanova on the outside, as the both of them eye the champion as she rises. Fannie then lifts Ykaterina high into the air above her head, before launching her right at the rising Rosie, who takes her down with another crossbody! 1.....2.....

Rosie manages to get the shoulder up. Ykaterina meanwhile rises back up, tagging back out to Package on the outside, then taking the champion down with a Complete Shot, driving her features back into the canvas. Fannie then walks over, climbing onto the second turnbuckle, as Rosie rolls onto her back. She then drops forward with a rare high risk, crashing down atop the champion with a falling body splash! Rosie's eyes bug out, as for once, she is the one being crushed by someone. Package quickly makes a cover of her own! 1.....2.....3

Bailey: Fannie takes to the sky, coming down with a body splash from off the turnbuckle!

Lawless: I didn't even know she could pull it off!

Bailey: This could be just the move that Package needs!

Rosie shoots a shoulder up at the last second! Fannie gets back to her feet and yanks Rosie up after her. She then hoists her high into the air in a torture rack position, setting up for yet another Dirty Little Secret! Rosie however reaches down, immediately raking right across Package's eyes once more, who gasps out in pain yet again, grabbing at them again, as the champion drops down behind her. She then desperately leaps up, panting heavily and sweat running down her face, grabbing around Package's throat and pulling her down to the canvas, immediately locking in the Fury Grasp! Package looks on in horror, now wriggling desperately to try and fight her way free! Rosie meanwhile wrenches back on the woman's throat with an absolutely sickening sneer, intent on finishing this woman off once and for all! Package however refuses to be cheated out of a win once again! Suddenly, she sits up, now carrying Rosie atop of her back! The crowd explodes in cheers, as Rosie looks on in absolutely shock, immediately wrenching back even further with this hold, trying to bring her down once more! She uses all of her girth, Fannie struggling quite a bit, but still managing to heft up the load. In horror, Rosie begins shaking her head, now raining down relentless fists along with her hold. Not even these though can keep her down. Finally, Package is standing tall, with Rosie atop her shoulders. Ykaterina then climbs atop the nearby turnbuckle, as Fannie grins, the Russian then leaping off and grabbing the monstrous champion by the neck, taking her down with a Doomsday Devicesque STO, Package falling back as well!

Rosie lands with a thud, now laying there in a motionless heap on the mat, Milasonova sprawled nearby herself, as is Package. Slowly, the muscular madame crawls over, draping her hulking frame atop of the champion, as Milasonova assists, pressing down herself as they engage in a double pin. 1.....2.....3!

Rosie has been eliminated! Finally, this being's reign of terror has come to an end. Not only that, but this gurantees that we'll have a new champion at this match's conclusion.

Bailey: ROSIE has been beaten! And what poetic justice that it was by the efforts of both women that she has been vanquished!

Lawless: So it looks like our new champion will be either the massive Fannie Package, who lost her chance back at Halloween Hell thanks to Earn... Malakai, and Ykaterina Milasonova, who lost the belt due to... well, a belt.

Slowly, both Ykaterina and Fannie begin to rise to their feet, the crowd cheering loudly as they do so. The two women, both screwed by the same person, now stand before one another. Package and Ykaterina both pant heavily themselves, as this match has been going for quite awhile at this point, starting to take it's toll on them both. Fannie grabs at her leg, which may have been reaggravated from hoisting up the rather heavy Rosie, while Ykaterina grasps slightly at her back, also feeling the effects of this bout. Immediately, the Russian lunges in, only to quickly get scooped up by the much stronger Package! She however drops down from behind, quickly nailing package in the back of her leg with a swift kick, then coming off the ropes, before leaping over for a flipping neckbreaker from behind! Package however catches the agile woman in mid move, tossing over away! Milasonova though lands on her feet, then coming back and rolling forward for a the Nemodno! Fannie however catches her by the leg, hoisting her by it for a spinebuster! Ykaterina however counters once more, wrapping her legs around the throat of Package, attempting a Hurracanrana! However, Package stops her, then hoisting her up high for a powerbomb! But again, the agile Milasonova escapes, backflipping out of the move and landing on her feet.

She then drops down for a quick sweep kick, nailing Package on that hurting leg, sending her down to a knee immediately, grimacing once more. She then immediately hoists up that leg, struggling a bit as she does, looking for a dragon screw! Package however forces her off that limb, sending the woman rolling backwards along the mat. Ykaterina slowly rises up, the two of them taking another quick breather, as it appears both of them are quite evenly matched. Soon enough, the two of them are ready to go once more. Ykaterina quickly speeds forward, as Fannie makes a quick grab at her, only for her to slide down, nailing her in that leg once again! Package once again goes down, grabbing at it in pain. Immediately Milasonova takes hold, yanking back on that same limb as she begins to apply a half Boston Crab, looking to take advantage!

Bailey: A very smart move here! Ykaterina is going to work on the same body part that many others have focused on during this match. Definitely an advantage of the multi woman atmosphere of this bout.

Lawless: She realizes that there's no way she'll be able to outmuscle Package, for obvious reasons. So she's instead using her mat expertise here to try and bring the giant down. And if there's one person who can pull that off, it's Ykaterina.

Package cringes in agony, as yet again, the pain of that hurting limb spreads throughout her body. Milasonova continues to yank hard back on that limb, nearly snapping it off with the force she's applying, if Package weren't so thick anyway. Nevertheless, she continues to pull back across it, until Package manages to force her off using her other leg. Ykaterina stumbles back, as Package returns to her feet, rubbing on that limb slowly as she does. The powerful woman then turns around quickly scooping Milasonova high off the mat, then spinning back around, planting her into the canvas with a scoop slam! Ykaterina gasps in pain, immediately clutching at her own back as she lands. Package then drops down, looking for a cover. 1.....2.....

Ykaterina gets a shoulder up. Package then sits up, watching as Milasanova starts to rise back to her feet. Immediately, she wraps her muscular legs around her opponent's body, now beginning to squeeze tightly around it. This time, Milasonova is the one enduring the pain, as she grabs her masked face in pain, running her hands down the side of it as Package compresses her between these limbs. Slowly, she tries to wriggle free from their hold, but Fannie has them closed together too tightly. Desperately, Ykaterina lunges out, grabbing ahold of that hurting leg once more, now lifting it into her arms and pulling back hard!

Package once again twists her face in pain, as she immediately breaks her own hold, as well as forcing Milasonova to release her's. The two women once again push back to their feet, sweat now pouring down both of their red faces. Fannie once again swings with a hard clothesline, Ykaterina however ducking under it, then slipping behind, leaping onto the larger woman's back and applying a sleeper hold! Fannie looks on furiously, now reaching back with her arms, just like before, snapping Milasonova off of her back! She however lands before her, quickly clinching on a three quarter face lock, before charging full speed, looking for a Sliced Bread #2! Fannie however tosses her off at the height of her jump yet again, causing her to land behind once more. Immediately Fannie spins around, throwing another clothesline at her, but Milasonova ducks once more, immediately charging off towards the ropes opposite the ring. Fannie backs up herself as she does, charging forward for a second clothesline, but Milasonova yet again avoiding the move by rolling under her arm. Package then turns around, grabbing at her leg once more, as Ykaterina bounds off once more, then rolling forward and connecting with a second Nomodno! Fannie immediately crumples to the mat, landing with a thud! Ykaterina grabs at her back once more, then crawling over and making a pin attempt! 1.....2.....

Bailey: Ykaterina with a beautiful Nomodno there! A move she's tried before, but now finally managed to connect with. Could this be what she needs to finish Fannie off?!

Package gets the shoulder up! Ykaterina looks on in shock, now panting heavily once more. That burst of energy may have been her last. Slowly, the both of them once again rise to their feet. Milasonova immediately unleashes a low dropkick, clipping Package in the leg once more and dropping back to her knees! She then springboards off the ropes, leaping at her with a moonsault attempt! Fannie however counters, catching her in mid move and pulling her atop those mighty shoulders. Ykaterina however once again wraps those legs around the woman's huge neck, attempting a Hurricana Hangover. But again, Package catches her in mid move, instead hoisting her up high, then walking over and dropping her with a wheelbarrow facebuster into the top turnbuckle, Ykaterina gasping out in pain as she slams into it masked face first, then getting spun around and planted with a sitout spinebuster! Fannie holds her down, looking to end things here. 1.....2.....3

Ykaterina gets the shoulder up at the last possible second! Package looks on in disbelief, running her massive hands through her curly hair. She shoves Ykaterina from her arms,then getting to her feet once more. Her breaths become even more labored now, as she can barely stand at this point. She then waits for Milasonova to rise up, immediately scooping her off the canvas as she does, then back onto her shoulders once more! She now positions her a Dirty Little Secret, holding her up as high as she can! However, before she can finish the move, her leg gives out on her, as she drops back down, grimacing in pain and holding it desperately. Immediately Milasonova notices this, dropping down instantly and clinching on an ankle lock!

Package's eyes begins watering in pain, as she lets out a loud yelp of agony, Milasonova now looking on intently at her opponent, who seems but moments away from giving in. The masked woman continues to twist and pull on that leg, her own masked face moisted by the sweat pouring down her face, as she too nears exhaustion. Package begins using the last ounce of the strength she possess, crawling desperately towards the ropes, dragging Milasanova behind her as she tries to hold on! She seems as surprised herself, but relentlessly grinds on that leg, refusing to let her opportunity slip away. Package then lunges out with her arm, trying to grab ahold of that rope...
Bailey: It all comes down to this. If Fannie grabs the rope, she'll break the hold and still be in this match. If she doesn't, Ykaterina has this one all but wrapped up.

Lawless: Can she pull it off?!

And she succeeds! Milasonova realizes almost immediately, nodding slowly. She lets go immediately, then hunches over, gasping for air at this point. After a quick breather though, she eyes the nearby turnbuckle, now intent on finishing things. She climbs atop there, somehow managing to do so. She then slowly rises to her feet, now signaling for the end. Package meanwhile is back to her feet, barely able to stand at this point, but also refusing to give in. She grabs at her leg in considerable pain. As she does, Ykaterina leaps off, grabbing Fannie by the back of her neck for a diving neckbreaker! Fannie however catches her in mid air somehow, then immediately turns around, dropping her with a Dirty Little Secret! Ykaterina plummets to the canvas, colliding with a thud, as Package slumps over while she holds onto the smaller woman. 1.....2.....3!

Fannie Package has done it! She has survived this hellish war of W*I*G* women and held on till the end. And in the process, she has won the thing that she had once come so close to possessing.

Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen... the winner of this match... and NEW W*I*G* Undisputed Women's Champion... Fannie Package!!!

Bailey: Fannie wins! Fannie wins! Fannie wins!

Lawless: It was a hell of an uphill battle getting there, but in the end, Package accomplished exactly what she set out to do here tonight. And that is outlast nine other women and become the W*I*G* Undisputed Women's Champion.

The crowd explodes with cheers, as Package slowly sits up from off the mat, now struggling back up to her feet, looking on with absolute pride at her accomplishment. She manages to do so, struggling to maintain her balance on that wounded leg of her's. The referee walks over to her, grabbing ahold of one of her powerful arms, then holding it high in the air! A tear slowly drips down Package's eye, as she is overcome with joy from this victory. The referee then exits the ring, returning soon once more with the two belts representing the W*I*G* Undisputed Women's Championship. He then presents them both, as Package takes them proudly. The woman then takes them both, holding them up high into the air! She then takes them both, slipping them with pride onto both of her muscular arms, one adorning each. She then gives a muscular pose, as both belts slip down and land across her powerful shoulders!

Ykaterina meanwhile rises up soon after, grasping closely on her own back. She then looks up at Fannie and nods in her direction. Fannie looks back down and nods right back. The two of them then shake hands in the spirit of sportsmanship, as the crowd applauds both women's efforts. Suddenly, from down the rampway, Chaz Stone and Lana De La Croix are both seen returning from the backstage, Stone supporting Lana on his shoulder. The both of them enter the ring, as Milosanova exits herself, to let the new champion basks in her spotlight. Stone and Croix then return to the ring, as Fannie beams with pride at them both, the three of them now embracing in a group hug. The applause continues, before starting to settle down. Package, Stone, and Croix then exit the ring together themselves, heading to the backstage as well.

Bailey: And here comes Lana De La Croix and Chaz E Stone, to celebrate with the new champion. Even though she lost, it seems Lana still has enough respect for her to come out and congratulate this massive woman on her momentous victory.

Lawless: A near hour of pure hell she endured tonight. But when it was all said and done, despite every obstacle in her path, Fannie Package survived each one. And tonight, she has been rewarded with the ultimate prize for women's wrestlers. The W*I*G* Women's Championship.
Bailey: And we aren't done yet either. Still to come, another woman gets one more opportunity tonight against the likes of the W*I*G* Champion, Coltrane! Stay tuned folks!

We finally fade to a video package for the next upcoming match.

[Reynaldo Fernandéz]

BACKSTAGE-W*I*G-SPHERE: ARCHIBALD BARNES' DRESSING ROOM

*John Cena (the black guy) knocks on the door of the dressing room before being invited to enter. Inside we see Archibald Barnes sitting next to the young man who helped him to defeat Gigantor Maximus earlier this evening. Barnes is hooked up to an oxygen tank.*

Cena: Mr. Barnes, the whole of W*I*G is wondering just who is those young man who helped you to victory of the Mighty Gigantor Maximus earlier tonight.

*Barnes looks up at Cena, the young man helps him to remove the breath mask.*

Archie: Y'know, back in my day, your kind wasn't allowed back here in the locker-room.

*Cena looks shocked.*

Archie: Interviewers, I mean, not African-Americans.

Cena: Actually, we're just saying "black" now, sir.

Archie: Huh, how about that...

Cena: Anyway, back to my original question, who is this young man?

Archie: I'm glad you asked. You see, this young woman is my grandaughter, Tammy.

Young Man: It's Timmy, grandpa. And I'm your grandson!

Archie: My old gun, Billy.

Cena: So, which is it?

Timmy: Timmy! It's...Timmy! And I am his grandson.

Cena: You're sure?

Timmy: Yes, of course I'm sure. It's my own name. I've been called Timmy for 20 years. I know what my name is!

Cena: So, what are you doing here tonight?

Timmy: I have been following my grandpa's career since I was born, watching his old matches & he's been training me to be the very best I can be. When I saw that that beast Gigantor Maximus was about to slug him with a chain, well, my emotions got the better of me. Not only is it another human being that's out there about to get hit by a rampaging giant, not only is it an absolute legend of this business, the reason why most of the men & women in this company are IN this business, in my case, it's family. I couldn't simply stand by & watch that happen. Gigantor Maximus is too dangerous an individual to be involved in wrestling, He doesn't know his own strength. If he's not careful out there he could seriously, permanently injure somebody! That's why I gave him "The Barnes-Cycle". Somebody needs to stand up to huge bullies like Gigantor Maximus & if nobody else in W*I*G is willing to take him on... then I guess it's up to me.

Cena: What, you work here now?

Timmy: Well, no, but...

Cena: Then how do you plan to get a match with him?

Timmy: Can't that be my tryout match?

Cena: You can't actually be on W*I*G without a contract.

Timmy: What? No way!

Cena: Yeah, in fact if you don't sign this waiver [he produces a piece of paper] we'll have to blur your face & disgiuse your voice. Afterwards, you can go to Jett Ripley or General Fernandéz & they'll sort you out with a contract if they think you're good enough.

*Timmy signs the waiver.*

Timmy: I have to be good enough. Just look at my lineage. Now, if you don't mind, Cena. I've got to get myself a W*I*G contract. Come on, grandpa.

*Exit Timmy, who leaves quite promptly.*

Barnes: That kid is running faster than the mashed potatoes at the retirement castle when they forgot to include the processed binding agents. But hey, it sure helped out clean the pipes...if you know what I mean. You know what I mean?

Cena: Um...I think so.

Barnes: Dern skippy!

Cena: Ooooooookay. Jeannie, Tom, back to you at ringside.

[Reynaldo Fernandéz]

Howard Finkel: The following matchup is set for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit.

*"Inis Mona" by Eluveitie starts to blare through the W*I*G-Sphere. The crowd are a tad unresponsive the unfamiliar music at first. However, when they spot Coach O'Hare appearing at the top of the ramp, they start to boo & jeer. Team Ireland's Captain, Aidan Donnelly appears closely behind the Coach with a Tricolour draped over his head & shoulders.*

Finkel: Introducing first, proudly representing his home country of Ireland, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, weighing in at 214 pounds, hailing from Dublin's Fair City, he is the Captain of Team Ireland... AID~AN... DON~NELLY!

*Team Ireland's usual Green, White & Gold pyro explodes at the top of the ramp. Donnelly raises the Tricolour high behind his head as the explosion goes off, O'Hare does the same with the flag attached to his Hurley. Donnelly lowers his arms again, draping the flag over his shoulders. He & O'Hare carry on their way down to the ring. The Coach holds the ropes open for Aidan. Aidan enters & scales a ring-post, holding the Tricolour up behind his head again. He dismounts the post & folds the Tricolour up, hanging it in his corner before turning back to face the Coach who whispers in his ear.*

Finkel: And his opponent...

*The familiar bagpipes rip through the arena, then fade away to Alice Cooper's "School's Out". Chaz Stone parts the curtain with force as the melody kicks in, cracking his knuckles and stretching as the crowd cheers on. Lana is not with him tonight, leaving Chaz to fly his own flag, which he does with pride. His blue leather trousers flap slightly against his white boots, and his white bandanna, bearing the Saltre, is tight to his brow, just as he likes it. Chaz proceeds down the ramp, flagpole in hand, flexing for the crowd to show off his powerful physique and giving a roar to show his enthusiasm to be in the ring. He slaps hands with a few young fans, then blows a kiss to a lady next to them.*

The Fink: From Seattle, Washington, by way of Edinburgh, Scotland, and weighing in at 20 and three-fifths stone..."The Tower of Power" CHAAAAAZ STONE!

*Chaz deposits his flag on the outside of the ring, leaning it against the steps. He takes a few steps back and slides into the ring and pops up, giving everyone the double Maloik as he does. He turns to stare down his opponent, that familiar goofy grin of confidence on his face. The referee implores Chaz to go to his corner. Chaz genially backs slightly into the corner, his hands on the ropes, ready to rumble.*

DING DING DING!

Tom: Here we go!

Jeannie: Sweet, it's about time.

*Chaz immediately dashes at his opponent. Aidan spins out of the way, hoping this sends Chaz into the turnbuckle. Chaz changes course, veering into the ropes and bounding off. Aidan hits the mat as Chaz returns. Chaz steps over him, then promptly switches his momentum, dropping a big elbow into Aidan's back. Chaz then moves to apply a grounded neck lock on Aidan, but the quarry proves too slippery for the big Scot, writhing out of Stone's arms. Both men get back to their feet. Chaz and Aidan begin circling each other, the two of them jabbering with each other in their thick accents. Chaz takes a swing at Aidan, which Aidan ducks under. Aidan shoots in on Chaz as he turns around, picking a leg and keeping hold of it. Chaz responds with a few clubbing blows to the back.*

Tom: Already the roles are filling out in this match--Aidan trying to overcome Chaz with smarts and technique, Chaz combating that with pure might and the occasional bit of craftiness.

Jeannie: This might be an even match, then--they're both very good at their styles.

*Aidan stops Chaz with a calculated abdominal rake. The scratch doesn't faze Chaz much, but just enough for Aidan to get his leg off the ground. One dragon screw later, and Aidan has Chaz with his back to the canvas. Aidan keeps a hold of the leg, hoping to lock something in. Before he gets the chance, Chaz pushes in his legs and shoves Aidan across the ring. The force backs Aidan all the way into a corner. Chaz gets up while Aidan nurses his back slightly. The delay is enough for Chaz to charge in. He goes for the Yakuza kick, but Aidan ducks in time for Chaz's foot to bounce off the top turnbuckle. Aidan goes for a big strike of his own, but Chaz moves out of the way, sending Aidan back into the corner. Chaz backs away from him. This time Aidan makes the charge, but Chaz catches him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. He keeps Aidan there, lifting him for another backbreaker. Chaz nails a rib breaker...and another on the opposite knee...then one on both, coiling him into position for his next move--a fallaway slam that sends Aidan rolling out of the ring upon impact! Chaz pounds his chest and bellows to fire up the crowd, already in his favor.*

Tom: Emerauld Reekie from Chaz Stone, and he is well in control of this matchup!

Jeannie: I still don't know how you can say that.

Tom: Jeannie, Chaz is throwing Aidan around the ring right now. It's clear he's in control. I thought you'd be happy for your dreamboat?

Jeannie: Huh? No, I am--I just don't know how you could say that move's name. It's befuddling to me.

Tom: Just put a 'w' sound between the 'a' and 'l' in emerald. Then, say 'Ricky', but with a long 'e' sound in place of the 'i'.

Jeannie: Ohhhhh, okay.

*Chaz leans against the ropes, waiting for his foe to re-enter the ring. At this point, Coach O'Hare feels the overwhelming need to get involved with the match. The coach sneaks over to a place where Chaz has his back turned to him. Then, Coach O'Hare tries to trip Chaz up by grabbing his ankle. Chaz pulls his foot out of the way and stomps on the coach's hand as a lesson. Coach O'Hare pulls his hand back and out of the way, shaking feeling back into it.*

Coach: What was that for?

Chaz: Dun try ta trip me again!

Coach: Your shoe was untied.

*The distraction was enough for Aidan to crawl back into the ring and sneak behind Chaz. When Chaz turns back around, Aidan meets him with a toe kick and a snap DDT in rapid succession. Aidan quickly goes for the pin, getting his feet in the ropes for good measure.*

1...

2...no.

Tom: Aidan trying to take advantage of the headway he just made, but Chaz kicks out at two. That's what he gets for trying to take a shortcut to victory here.

Jeannie: You're doing it again.

Tom: What--dammit! If I call something Chaz does 'vintage', please punch me.

Jeannie: Gladly.

*Chaz and Aidan get back to their feet with ease. Aidan gets Chaz wrapped up with a hammerlock, but Chaz backs up and smashes him into the nearest turnbuckles. The impact forces Aidan to drop the hold, and Chaz responds with a lariat in the corner. He pulls Aidan out and locks in a reverse chancery, lifting Aidan almost effortlessly from this awkward position. Chaz holds him there for a while, walking the ring with the blood rushing to Aidan's head. As Chaz starts leaning him back for the reverse suplex, however, Aidan responds with a reverse DDT! The move floors both men, and the ref starts a count.*

1...

2...

3...*both men begin stirring.*

4...*Coach O'Hare is pounding the mat for Aidan to get up. Chaz, meanwhile, uses the ropes to climb back to his feet.*

5...

6...*Chaz makes it to his feet.*

7...

8...*Aidan kips up dramatically.*

*Chaz draws closer to his foe, intent on tossing him about more. Instead, Aidan surprises him and gets inside his defences with a picture-perfect shot on his leg. Aidan hits a dragon screw, but holds onto the leg, positioning his legs and Chaz's in the positions necessary for the figure 4 leg lock! Aidan keeps the hold cinched while Chaz tries to fight out of it. The ref closely monitors Chaz, looking for any sign of submission. This gives Coach O'Hare the chance to push towards his protégé the bottom rope, which Aidan grabs for leverage. The crowd boos and Chaz winces at the extra pressure.*

Jeannie: Wouldn't be Team Ireland if they weren't cheating.

Tom: I don't think Chaz has had his legs tested like this before...he seems to really be feeling the effects of the figure 4.

Jeannie: You don't think he's going to submit, do you?

Tom: There's a very good possibility of that if the ref doesn't get Aidan off the ropes. Wait, Chaz is lying down!

1...

2...NO!

*Chaz shoots up off the mat and sits all the way up, a look of determination in his eyes. He lays into Aidan with a volley of big fists until the smaller man releases the ropes to cover up, then the hold to escape the flurry. Aidan is still to his feet faster than Chaz, which he takes advantage of, stomping away at Chaz until the Tower of Power catches a stomp and punches Aidan squarely in the knee, causing him to stumble. The respite is what Chaz needed to get to his feet. Aidan, back to square one, tries a different tactic, chopping Chaz in the chest. Chaz responds with a chop of his own. Aidan and Chaz chop at each other in succession, the sounds growing progressively louder, each man trying to force the other to kowtow to his will, with the audience giving an audible "Wooooo!" after each one. Aidan's chest is reddening faster than Chaz's from the sheer force of the blows, but Aidan gets things in his favor again with a lucky shot that focuses the blow on Chaz's nipple. The added sting makes Chaz break stance, and Aidan leaps on the opening with a European uppercut as he turns back. He fires off a sudden succession of the blows, staggering Chaz a little more with each one. He spins around and brings another one around with great momentum, connecting with Chaz's jaw and forcing him backwards. Aidan backs into the ropes and propels himself off, possibly going for a charging variation of the move. He doesn't get the chance, however. As Aidan charges, Chaz shows he is ready for him, pressing him into the air and nearly decapitating Aidan with a European uppercut of his own that connects as Aidan comes back down to Earth. Chaz adjusts his jaw and smiles to the crowd as both a show of control and a test of his facial features after the assault on his chin. Chaz drops a quick leg on Aidan's chest and goes for a pin.*

1...

2...no.

Tom: Huge reversal to kill Aidan's momentum, but it's not enough to take him out.

Jeannie: This match has been more even-sided than I thought. Not that I mind, though--just means I get to see much, much more of these two hunks.

Tom: A thought occurs, Jeannie--if you're so enamored with these guys, why not ask some of them out? They can't all have significant others, and you're not a bad looking lady, if I can say that.

Jeannie: Erm...um, hey, let's focus on the match, shall we?

Tom: Good plan.

*Chaz picks Aidan off of the ground and clamps him into a bear hug. The Scotsman presses in with all his might, trying to force a submission out of the smaller Irishman. Aidan gasps for air in agony, but when the referee asks if he wants to give up, Aidan shakes his head no. Coach O'Hare begs him to get back in the game, and Aidan starts showing signs of life. He gives Chaz an eye rake to no avail, as Chaz has his eyes closed at the time. Aidan goes for a more blunt-force method, nailing Chaz with a series of fists. He finishes the sequence with a bell clap that causes Chaz to relent the hold. Aidan then dropkicks Chaz, sending him stumbling into the corner. Aidan rolls out to the apron and climbs the turnbuckle on the outside. With Chaz still reeling from the recent head trauma, Aidan locks his arms around Chaz's in a tiger suplex fashion. Acting on instinct alone, Chaz thrusts his head backwards, connecting the back of his head with Aidan's solar plexus and knocking the wind out of him. Chaz pulls his arms out of the lock and turns around. He clubs Aidan with a right hand, then cups his hands under Aidan's feet. Shouldering the weight of the smaller Irishman, Chaz pulls him off the turnbuckle. The crowd already knows what's going to happen next, as does Coach O'Hare, who is taking time to panic on his charge's behalf.*

Chaz: ALBA GU BRATH!

*With that bellow, Chaz takes off running towards the ropes, Aidan in tow. Just before the ropes, Chaz plants his feet and heaves Aidan out of the ring with all his might, sending him careening towards the broadcast table.*

Tom: Incominnnng!

Jeannie: Oh God, my prayers have come true! It's really raining men!

Aidan: AHHHHHHHH!

*Aidan crashes into the table, sliding off and into Jeannie's lap. Jeannie, almost on instinct, locks her arms around Aidan like he was her favorite teddy bear.*

Tom: No Jeannie, you can't keep him.

Jeannie: I thought this was "Keep what you Catch" night!

Tom: That's a baseball policy--we never do that.

Jeannie: Awwww...

*Aidan tries to force his way free of Jeannie's grasp (which may be even tighter than Chaz's earlier bearhug). Aidan makes his way out from behind the announce table to be met by Coach O'Hare who is trying to help the Team Ireland Captain remain on his feet. As soon as the two of them get near to the ring again, Chaz Stone launches himself out of the ring, Hernandez-style, crash-landing on top of the pair of them! Chaz stands up again, beating his chest & giving an almighty roar.*

Tom: How about that? That's over 280lbs landing right on top of Coach O'Hare & Aidan Donnelly! Chaz took 'em both out!

Jeannie: As impressive as it was, I hope Aidan's alright.

*Chaz picks Aidan up again, Gorilla Pressing him overhead & throwing him back into the ring between the top & middle ropes. Aidan starts crawling towards the referee, dragging at the ref's shirt & trousers to help him regain his footing. While this happens, Coach O'Hare crawls along the floor outside & cracks Chaz in the left knee with his Hurley.*

Tom: Team Ireland targeting the legs of Chaz Stone again.

Jeannie: The most effective way to take down the Tower of Power is to start at his base. This attack just might prove to be Chaz's undoing.

*Chaz, drops off the apron holding the knee O'Hare just cracked him in. He makes to chase the Coach around the ring, hobbling slightly with the pain in his knee. As he focuses on O'Hare, Aidan slips out of the ring & clips Chaz with a Chop Block, again to the left knee. Chaz goes down once again. Aidan has to enlist the aid of Coach O'Hare to heave Chaz back into the ring. Aidan drags Chaz over near to a ring post & bashes his knee against the steel post repeatedly. Aidan rolls back into the ring for a moment to break up the referee's count of 10. Aidan rolls out again & bashes Chaz's leg against the post one more time before tying him up in a Figure-4 around the ring post. At this Chaz goes mental. The referee starts to count on Aidan as he keeps the hold locked on...*

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3...



4...

*Aidan releases his hold on Chaz's legs immediately & rolls back into the ring once more. Aidan grabs Chaz's left leg & twists it around in a Single-Leg Boston Crab, really leaning back into the hold. The pressure on Chaz is nearly more than the big man can handle after the battering his knee has just taken. Chaz reaches back & manages to grab a hold of Aidan's left ankle. He then drags Donnelly into a Single Leg Crab of his own. Chaz also grabs Aidan's right leg for good measure & sits back on him with a Boston Crab. Unfortunately for Chaz, Aidan is just barely able to reach out & grab the bottom rope, which Coach O'Hare has nudged towards him with the Hurley. After a warning from the referee Chaz releases the submission move without any fuss.*

Tom: Every time Chaz manages to secure an advantage it seems that Team Ireland have some way to cheat back & counter it.

*As soon as the hold is released, Aidan scoots right over to the rope, holding it with both arms wrapped around it. He waits & waist until Chaz has nearly completely backed-up to the other side of the ring. Aidan then stands again. He is just about on his feet when he sees Chaz stampeding towards him, aiming for a Spear. Donnelly, grabs the nearby referee, dragging him into Chaz's line of attack. Aidan himself out of the road & Chaz nearly breaks the official in two with the Spear.*

Jeannie: What a Spear! With a beefy bod like that hitting him it's no wonder the ref crumpled like he did!

*Chaz looks down, cursing himself for what he's done. O'Hare tosses the Hurley into Donnelly. Aidan smacks Chaz right in the back with the wooden sporting instrument. The move has little discernible effect. Chaz, turns to face Aidan with a look of menace in his eyes. Aidan is starting to back off out of the ring.*

Tom: Looks like the Hurley attack didn't pack as much punch as Donnelly though it would.

Jeannie: But that just might. Look out Chaz!

*Chaz is about to go after Aidan when Coach O'Hare nails him in the back with a chair. This causes Chaz to let out an "ACK!" & stumble forward slightly, but again he turns to face O'Hare & quickly drills him with an "Emerald City Crash". The crowd goes crazy for Chaz as he soaks in the cheers. He takes a brief look around for Aidan, unable to see him until Donnelly comes running at Chaz full steam. Chaz catches Aidan with a "Seattle Spinebuster", planting him dead on the mat & rolling into a cover....*

Tom: That should be the match over.

Jeannie: There's no way Aidan would be kicking out after a Spinebuster like that.

*... Of course, the referee is still down & unable to count the cover. Chaz gets up, from covering Aidan & goes to rouse the ref. As soon as Chaz gets near the corner where the referee lies, he's clobbered in the back by two powerful fists. With the blow from the steel chair still stinging, Chaz actually drops to a knee this time.*

Tom: They're out here again?!

Jeannie: This represents some really lazy writing.

*He looks back over his shoulder to see Shane Malone standing over him. Chaz is about to lay into the "Celtic Giant" when he's met with a stiff knee to the midsection from Maeve O'Hare that knocks the wind out of him. Chaz doubles over, Shane & Maeve lift him up for a Double Suplex, their combined strength holding him in the air for a considerable amount of time before Sean McCann leaps from the rope with a Missile Dropkick to Chaz's abdomen. The team drop Chaz so his back lands on the chair that O'Hare brought into the ring earlier.*

Tom: Another Team Ireland group attack. They can't let a single match progress fairly.

Jeannie: Remember the pep talk Aidan gave to the rest of the team a few weeks ago when he said "it's time Team Ireland got back to doing what they do best"? Well, what do they do better than interfere in eachother's matches?

*Sean helps Aidan get up to a corner as Maeve & Shane drag the groggy Chaz to that same corner. Again the steel chair is positioned strategically. Aidan locks his arms onto Chaz, with little resistance this time. Aidan lets out a call of "ERIN GO BRAGH!" before he hits Chaz with the "Guinness Hangover" right on to the steel chair. Maeve rolls Chaz over, his face now bloodied & removes the chair. Aidan covers Chaz as Sean shakes the referee back to consciousness & shoves him the direction of Aidan & Chaz. Team Ireland have cleared the ring of any foreign objects. The referee makes his count.*

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3!!!

DING-DING-DING!

*"Inis Mona" plays again as the referee raises Aidan's arm in victory.*

The Fink: Here is your winner... AID~AN... DON~NELLY!

Tom: What a despicable way to win.

Jeannie: At least Aidan seems proud of himself.

*Aidan stands up, letting out a cheer for himself. The rest of Team Ireland flock into the ring to congratulate their Captain. Sean retrieves the Tricolour which Aidan brought to the ring earlier & hands it to Donnelly. Aidan unrolls the flag & drapes it over Chaz Stone while making a "peace sign" to the camera & saying "That's two!".*

Tom: Yeah, that's two alright. Two victories Team Ireland have stolen here tonight.

Jeannie: Team Ireland are getting back on a roll again, Tom. If they can maintain this sort of form they could be walking out of here with the W*I*G Tag-Team Titles tonight as well.

*Team Ireland stand in the middle of the ring, hand-in-hand & raising each other's arms in the air, Coach O'Hare in the middle of them. Aidan & co. drop their arms & are about to leave the ring when Chaz Stone sits up again, fuming with rage. His blood-soaked face making him look like a maniac.*

Tom: Things aren't quite done yet. Chaz Stone is back from the grave!

Jeannie: Oh, no. Don't hit Sean in the face!

*Chaz lunges at Shane Malone & takes him down to the ground, getting a good few punches in. Maeve, Aidan & Sean all attempt to drag Chaz off Shane until Coach O'Hare hits Chaz with another blast from the Hurley. Team Ireland are ready to get a few more shots in on Chaz when his allies Fannie Package & Lana arrive on the scene. Team Ireland clear the ring & head on back up the ramp, smiling & pointing back at Chaz. Fannie & Lana do their best to soothe Chaz's rage, but it's clear from the look on his bloody face that he's not going to let this issue rest.*

[Reynaldo Fernandéz]

*The view cuts from the live PPV to what looks like a taped segment. The scene is a pleasant & romantic moonlight night outside of an open air restaurant. A variety of couples, of what looks like all creeds and backgrounds, sit & eat while each enjoying their partner's company. In the distance, a keen eye can vaguely make out the silhouette of a sickly, pale figure. It's hair, a pale tint of violet, is lightly swept about by a calm breeze. The stranger meticulously rubs at the joint in one of it's arms and makes the briefest moment of eye contact with the camera before quickly making an exit. We do finally get to make out some identifying features, both of it's eyes are a very light color, almost dead. (similar to Kane's eye contact)*

Ding... ding... ding...

*Meanwhile, the sounds of small bells and coins clang off of each other. The view turns to see the source of the noisy music. Instantly, an exotic looking woman comes into view. Well endowed curves sway from side to side, seamlessly as her feet appear to glide upon the air. Her clothes seem modern enough... Dark blue jeans and a simple, yet revealing deep purple top. Yet wrapped around her hips are flowing silk ribbons that hang off a sash. And worn over that is what looks like a belt of metallic belts and circles. With every move of the hips, they sing.*

Ding...ding...ding...

*A tilt of her head shows pale blue eyes and a pierced left nostril with blood red ruby heart shaped stud. Her facial features look oddly foreign but... Unidentifiable. Two solid white braids of hair hang off the left side of her hair, almost defiantly from the rest of her hair. Dye dark green with white tipped ends cut into flowing mid-length tresses. The women stares longingly into the camera before allowing a small, pleasure coated sigh.*

“Awww.... Is the night not a beautiful time for love? *purred tone* Just all around is the intoxicating nature of it. It surrounds... Massages... Caresses...”

*Her eyes roll backward but for a moment.*

“It's all too much for one like me... A mistress of the mystical arts of the carnal divine. When you feel it against your skin... *she hugs herself and shivers.* ...You just have to react...”

*In the foreground, a happy couple starts walking her way. The guy takes a look at his shy girlfriend, who smiles lovingly back at him, then stares over at a florist shop. He places his hand upon her back and tells her to wait with her eyes closed but for a moment. She does so as he walks away, only to be swept off her feet by the graceful woman who holds her just by the back a mere foot off the ground. The girl gasps as the woman's hand brushes against her cheek lovingly, then her neck and starting below. A braid falls against the girl's face as the love sick woman's lips just touch her ear.*

“...say you love me more than any other living being...”

*The shy girl blushes immediately and responds, near shouting.*

Girl: I DO! I LOVE YOU!

*The girl opens her eyes to see the unfamiliar woman and looks aghast. Even more so when she sees her boyfriend, heartbroken, drop the fresh roses he just bought for her. And with tears welling in her eyes, the woman drops her and continues walking.*

“...Aww... Such is the life of a human succubus...”

*The pale blue eyes narrow.*

“Isn't love the most grand..... destructive force in the world?”

*With a wink and a near dance mixed with her steps, the woman walks away into a purple haze of video effects. Upon it, red letters form.*

Mara Morrigan... coming soon.

[Reynaldo Fernandéz]

Finkel: The following contest is a gauntlet match, and is for the Wrestling’s Innovative Genesis Tag Team Championship titles! In this gauntlet there will be TEN teams, including the current champions—they will be beginning this match. However, the other nine teams have all drawn random numbers to determine when they will enter into the match. Introducing first…

*The White Boys’ music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHsDa9_HSlA

Finkel: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 450 pounds, from Mobile, Alabama—They are the W*I*G Tag Team Champions, THE WHITE BOYS.

*The White Boys and Isaiah “Pitbull” Jefferson come out to the boos of the crowd. They are both wearing black tights with the Confederate Flag down the legs and black boots. They have the W*I*G Tag Team Title belts around their waists. Justin is holding that Confederate guitar of his. Pitbull is wearing a black track suit, and white sneakers. He is also holding a bullhorn and screaming at the White Boys. They run down to the ring and enter it. Then, some pyro in the design of the Confederate Flag goes off. The White Boys take off their belts and give them to Pitbull. He then exits the ring and hands the belts to the timekeeper.*

Tom: There’s the team that has generated some controversy as to their title defenses.

Jeannie: You mean title defense.

Tom: Regardless, that controversy is going to be put to rest in this very match.

Finkel: And their opponents, the team that drew NUMBER ONE…

"Poor and Weird" plays over the PA system as the EXTREMELY excited Paul Rubix runs out to the arena, jumping about all crazy like as his tag team partner marches out.

Jeannie: ...WHAT THE HELL?!

Tom: That's Paul Rubix and Mutilant, the former members of the Arakish Army! They've been perfecting their craft in Japan for the last several months, and look ready to take this match by storm!

Jeannie: They look ridiculous! They look like if Vincent Price were on crack and watched Power Rangers, then Beetleborgs, then VR Troopers, and then...

Tom: We get it, Jeannie.

Rubix runs into the ring and starts to bounce around the ropes, his arms up high as he goes back and forth. Mutilant steps into the ring, and watches Paul go about, until finally stepping into the middle of Paul's path. Rubix then hits Mutilant, and falls to the ground. Mutilant helps Rubix up to his feet, and Paul dusts himself off as they get ready. Justin White and Paul Rubix exit the ring to their respective corners, leaving Jason White and Mutilant in the ring to start the match. The two men advance towards one another and the referee signals to the timekeeper to ring the bell, in order to get the match started.*

DING DING DING!

*Jason White and Mutilant lock up, collar-and-elbow style, pushing back and forth on one another, with Mutilant steadily gaining an overall advantage. As Jason White is pushed downwards, Mutilant overpowering him, the White Boy is turned around and locked into a full nelson. Mutilant wrenches downwards, but Jason quickly slips out and reverses the full nelson with a hammerlock. Mutilant throws a back elbow at Jason White, but he manages to pull his head back faster than the elbow can hit him, dodging it entirely. Again, Mutilant throws an elbow, but the W*I*G Tag Champion is able to dodge it like before. White bends his knees slightly, dropping down and wrapping his arms around Mutilant in an attempt to execute a back suplex, however, Mutilant blocks the move with a leg, and wraps his arms around Jason White’s head, locking in a headlock. Mutilant hits a few big punches onto the very top of Jason White’s dome, before whipping him into a nearby corner. Following up, Mutilant runs straight at the White Boy, throwing an arm for a turnbuckle clothesline, sandwiching Jason White between the turnbuckles and his big arm. Mutilant hits a few more punches before pulling Jason White out and lifting him up sideways, possibly to deliver a Last Call; but with his left arm, Jason White repeatedly elbows Mutilant in the head, forcing him to release the lift and stagger back a bit. Jason White drops to his knees and immediately gets back up, hitting a few knife-edge chops onto the chest of Mutilant and grabbing the same arm he applied the hammerlock to earlier, executing an arm wrench onto Mutilant and wringing it repeatedly. Jason hits an armdrag onto Mutilant and locks in a side armbar.*

Tom: Side armbar from Jason White. His technical prowess is being displayed here.

Jeannie: ARMBAR!

Tom: …

Jeannie: What? I couldn’t refuse such an opportunity to pay tribute.

*Jason White pushes down with the armbar on one half of the arm, and pulls upwards on the other half. With his free arm, Mutilant is able to pound away at the side of Jason White’s head, and after a few consecutive hits, Jason White is hit hard enough that he’s forced to release the armbar. As he scrambles up to his feet, Mutilant gets up, grabbing Jason around the waist and hitting a spinebuster! Mutilant, staying on the mat, transitions into a pin by keeping on top of his opponent. The referee drops down to count it.*

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JUSTIN BREAKS IT UP!

Tom: Near fall, broken up by Jason White. The White Boys aren’t exactly known for their honor in the ring.

Jeannie: Yeah, but since when was honor an issue?

*Justin White repeatedly stomps away at Mutilant, allowing his brother to get up to his feet and do the same. Before the referee can shoo away the illegal man, Paul Rubix vaults over the top rope and into the ring, charging at both of the White Boys. The referee turns around to direct the angry Rubix back to his corner, and with the ref’s back turned, both White Boys quickly pick up their opponent and execute a double suplex, driving Mutilant to the mat. Rubix, jawing at the referee, tells him to turn around, but the ref continues to keep him away from the ring and on the apron. As the crowd boos in disapproval, both of the White Boys continue to stomp at Mutilant, forcing him into their corner. Just as the ref is turning around, Justin bails back to the apron. With the referee now turned around, Jason tags his brother to get into the ring, and Justin instantly hops back in. With Mutilant still dazed, Jason picks him up in a dominator-type lift, and Justin jumps onto the top rope, springboarding off and dropping an elbow over the top of Mutilant’s neck in sync with Jason’s dominator. As Jason exits the ring, Justin drops down for the cover.*

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KICKOUT!

Jeannie: The Flying Elephant and a near fall.

Tom: If they keep using moves like those, Rubix and Mutilant will be at a marked disadvantage.

*Mutilant kicks out, still quite dazed from the double team on him not long ago. Justin White locks in a cross armbar on Mutilant’s arm, stretching back rather harshly. Mutilant refuses to submit, slowly pulling himself up to his knees, as Justin White’s armbar gradually slips off. With a display of power, Mutilant jumps up to his feet, grabbing Justin White and draping him over his shoulder, before running a few steps and driving White into the mat with a one-handed powerslam. With Justin White down, Mutilant makes the tag to Paul Rubix, who seems more than eager to enter the ring. Rubix quickly runs into the ring, grabbing Justin White with Mutilant and whipping him into the ropes. As White bounces back, both of Brash and Weird throw Justin up high to hit a double flapjack. As Mutilant exits the ring at the order of the referee, Paul Rubix goes running into the ropes and comes rebounding back, hitting a leaping fist drop onto Justin White. Rubix mounts him, hitting White with a barrage of aggressive, stiff punches, before picking the White Boy back up and running into the ropes, rebounding off and hitting a flying shoulder tackle. Quickly, Rubix scales the turnbuckle, and flies off with a knee drop, hitting Justin White square in the head. Paul Rubix goes for the cover, and the referee begins counting.*

Tom: Excellent barrage of offense from Paul Rubix! His aggressive style is serving him well right now.

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*Jason White hits a double axe handle on Rubix from behind, causing the squat man to release the pin. Jason picks him up at the behest of the referee, attempting to Alabama slam him, but Rubix executes a DDT to counter, drilling Jason’s head into the mat. A Jason rolls out of the ring to avoid disqualification, Rubix turns around, Justin White back on his feet, and lifts him up with a scoop slam, dropping him to the mat also. Rubix drops a fist across the temple of Justin White before picking him up again, lifting him up in a suplex position. But Justin White slips out, dropping behind Rubix and jumps back up, grabbing Rubix’s shoulders from behind to hit his Alabama Breaker #1. The force from the lungblower knocks the wind out of Rubix, and Justin gets back up to his feet before stomping at the face of his opponent a few times. Justin runs into the ropes, bouncing off and hitting a quick, forward leg drop across Paul Rubix’s neck. Justin repeats the process, running into the ropes and bouncing back to hit another leg drop. With Paul Rubix still down, Justin runs back into the ropes, and as he bounces off, he jumps into the air, brandishing one his knees to drop on Rubix. However, Paul rolls out of the way with not a moment to spare, Justin White’s knee crashing into the mat as he winces. Rubix jumps back up to his feet and hits a few punches and forearms on White, before lifting him up and executing a snap suplex. He goes for the cover.*

Tom: Snap suplex and a well-executed one at that.

Jeannie: I wonder if they’re staging a comeback.

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*Justin White manages to kick out, Rubix looking a bit confused as he was sure he got a 3-count. Again, Paul Rubix picks Justin White up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. As Justin comes running back, Rubix kicks a leg up to hit a boot to the face, but Justin baseball slides right under his leg and grabs the other by the ankle during the slide, pulling it and causing Rubix to lose his balance and fall, face-first. In an instant, Justin White shoots back up to his feet and gets to his corner, tagging his brother back in. Jason White climbs into the ring, Justin picking up Paul Rubix just before he could get to his feet, holding him in a full nelson. Jason hits a cavalcade of big punches into Paul’s chest; afterwards, Justin lifts upwards, hitting a full nelson slam on Rubix and exiting the ring. Jason grabs onto the top rope, jumping up high and dropping a knee across Rubix’s face. Jason grabs the head of Paul Rubix, placing him in a sitting position and locking in a reverse chinlock, his knee dug into Paul’s spine. Rubix attempts to pull his head out of the hold, but Jason has it locked in rather tight. In very brief moments, Jason lets go with one arm and hits a few forearms with that free arm to the side of Rubix’s head, locking the hold back in immediately and repeating a few times. But Rubix refuses to give into the hold, and although seemingly unable to slip out, he does push himself up, dropping back down to his seated position with impact, hitting Jason White with a jawbreaker that gets him out of the hold. As Jason stumbles back, Rubix gets up to his feet, spinning around and hitting a superkick that sends White straight down to the mat! Rubix drops back down, shaking off the damage done earlier on, and staggers back up to his feet. Meanwhile, Jason White goes crawling in the direction of his corner. Both men manage to make the tags to their respective partners at almost the same time, before exiting the ring. Justin White runs right in at Mutilant, who knocks him clean over with a big clothesline. Justin gets back up to his feet, only to be clotheslined again, and once again gets up, this time being picked up in a gorilla press by Mutilant. Mutilant’s arm that was worked on earlier, however, starts to wobble, and Justin slips out, hitting another Alabama Breaker #1.*

Jeannie: Ow, that’s got to hurt.

Tom: You’re not kidding. Brash and Weird are doing well, but moves like that will turn the balance out of their favor.

*White goes to try to pin Mutilant, but the big man gets back up to his feet, sending Justin reeling back with a huge blow to the abdomen. Jason White jumps into the ring, to attempt to ambush Mutilant from behind, but Rubix goes into the ring as well, catching Jason with a dropkick and knocking him right over. As Jason rolls out of the ring, Rubix goes to help his partner, but the referee forces Rubix to go back to his corner, much like earlier on. Rubix, feeling rather angry, begins jawing with the referee, the referee returning all of his words. Mutilant picks up Justin White, whipping him head first into the nearest corner and setting him up on top of the turnbuckle. Mutilant climbs up, underhooking White’s arms and putting his head between his legs. But before he can complete the For the Colony, Jason White runs onto the apron, and with the ref’s back still turned, hits a running forearm smash to Mutilant, making him stagger back and off of the turnbuckle. While Mutilant lands on his feet, Jason quickly enters the ring, kneeing him in the stomach and picking him up for a suplex; he holds him up, turning him to face Justin, who leaps off, both knees forward, to complete the South Will Rise Again! Although Rubix manages to have the referee willing to go back to officiating, before he can do so, Pitbull jumps up onto the apron on the side of the ring adjacent to Rubix, who looks on in anger. Now the referee has his attention on Pitbull, who sneers at Rubix. Furiously, Rubix jumps at Pitbull, tackling him from the apron and knocking him over outside of the ring. Finally, with his “distractions” apparently busy, the referee turns around as Jason re-exits the ring, and Justin goes for the cover. The ref drops down for the pin, and Rubix, with Pitbull taken care of, quickly slides into the ring to break up the pin, running towards Justin and Mutilant.*

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DING DING DING!

Finkel: Here are your winners of Round One…THE WHITE BOYS!



*Jason and Justin White get back into the ring, raising their arms high, as Rubix, just inches away from breaking up the pin attempt, face-palms in frustration, before helping Mutilant up to his feet as the two exit the ring and make their way up the ramp. As Pitbull pulls himself up to his feet, shaking the cobwebs out of his head, the White Boys turn their attention to the stage.*

Finkel: Introducing the team that drew NUMBER TWO…

*Saliva’s “Superstar” starts up on the speakers of the Colvitron as the Superstars stomp out onto the stage, posing and taunting.*

Finkel: From Oshkosh, Wisconsin, weighing in at a total combined weight of 444 pounds…Ron and Jon Paul Jones…THE SUPERSTARS!

Jeannie: Oh God…

Tom: The Superstars, one of the latest…though most likely not greatest…teams in WIG.

*The Superstars run down to the ring, doing all of their strange, meaningless poses whilst in movement. They run into the ring, charging at the White Boys and trading shots with the W*I*G Tag Champions as their music cuts off.*

DING DING DING!

*Ron throws a few kicks at Jason White, who grabs his leg, spinning it around and picking him up with a suplex position, executing the Dixieplex and slamming the Superstar down to the mat; Jason quickly kicks Ron out of the ring, and rolls out of the ring to continue beating down on him. Jon Paul Jones and Justin White send chops back and forth at each other. Jon seems to get the temporary advantage, spinning 360 degrees for some kind of discus chop, but Justin ducks, before getting back up and hitting Jon with an inverted atomic drop, before running into the ring and hitting a Catfish Cutter, crashing Jon’s head into the mat. With Ron seemingly out of it, outside of the ring, Jason White rolls back into the ring, going next to his brother. The two of them whip Jon Paul Jones into the ropes, and they both run at him, hitting him simultaneously with a spear and a lariat. Jason goes back outside of the ring almost as soon as he hits Jon, going back outside to keep Ron occupied. Justin covers up.*

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DING DING DING!

Finkel: Here are your winners of Round Two…THE WHITE BOYS!

Jeannie: Well that didn’t take very long.

Tom: No, and now Ron and Jon Paul Jones will be heading home even earlier than they might have expected.

Jeannie: And that one’s over.

Tom: The White Boys now get to move on to the second round with a hard fought victory. You can’t say the two members of the Arakish Army went out without a fight.

*Both Justin and Jason pick up Jon, throwing him out over the top rope, where he spills out next to his unconscious partner. He scrambles up to his feet, dragging Ron with him up the ramp, as once again, the White Boys and Pitbull turn their attention to the stage.*

Finkel: Introducing the team that drew NUMBER THREE…

*”Two of Hearts” by Stacey Q hits the speakers as Spyke and Crash come through the curtain, once again looking disappointed at the sound guy for screwing them on music. Spyke and Crash share a brief word before the look of disappointment quickly turns to determination. Spyke and Crash head to the ring, high fiving fans as they do so, as they set their sights on some tag team gold.*

Finkel: From Stockholm, Sweden, weighing in at a combined weight of 472 lbs, they are Spyke and Crash Johannson! TEAM! NAME! UNDECIDED!

Jeannie: Worst…entrance…ever.

Tom: What? Take that back!

Jeannie: There’s nothing wrong with them, just the song.

Tom: I said TAKE THAT BACK!

*Spyke tries his damnedest to dance, but can't seem to do so to song. Crash settles on one side of the ring, eyeing both of the fatigued White Boys, as Spyke enters the ring. Justin decides to start this round off for his team.*

DING DING DING!

*Spyke and Jason take no time circling about one another or locking up, instead running at each other and exchanging blows with one another, back and forth. Spyke hits Jason especially hard, sending the tag champion staggering backwards, but White responds with a strong European uppercut, evening things back up between them. Jason grabs Spyke by the arm and whips him straight into the ropes, Spyke rebounding off and running back. Jason throws a clothesline but Spyke manages to grab the arm, wrapping it around and leaping up simultaneously to execute a spinning tornado DDT. As soon as Jason falls onto the mat, Johannson goes for the cover.*

Tom: Tornado DDT with authority! Will the Johannsons move onto the next round early?

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*Justin White knocks Spyke right off with a quick kick, and as soon as Crash Johannson runs into the ring to fight him away, Justin backs off, exiting the ring almost immediately. The referee is forced to turn to Crash and keep him at bay. With his back turned, Spyke and Jason get up, but Jason, noticing the opportunity, digs his fingers into Spyke’s eyes, blinding him as the crowd boos disapprovingly. Further seizing the advantage, Jason White kicks Spyke in the abdomen and lifts him up around the waist, slamming him into the mat back-first with a spinebuster. Just as the referee turns around, Jason turns Spyke over, grabbing his legs and applying a reverse Figure-4 leg lock in the dead center of the ring.*

Tom: The Birmingham Lock, expertly applied by Jason White! Are the White Boys on their way to Round 4?

*The referee asks Spyke is he’s ready to submit to the hold, but Spyke flatly denies the possibility. As Jason continues to pull away, Spyke begins to attempt to roll over the hold, both men groaning in pain at the halfway point. Jason White struggles to keep the Birmingham Lock in, but Spyke, being the fresher man, gains the leverage to turn the whole thing over and reverse the hold entirely. Jason groans in pain as Spyke now pulls away with the reversed hold. Jason leans forward, attempting to punch Spyke in the midsection or the head to get him to break the hold, but he seems to be unable to reach the Johannson. He winces as he attempts to pull himself over to his corner, but Spyke holds himself in place, Jason gaining very little ground if any. Finally, Justin White re-enters the ring, running towards both of them, but Crash Johannson enters the ring as well, running towards him and grabbing him and delivering a sidewalk slam in one fluid motion. As Justin rolls out of the ring, stunned from the move, the referee once again forces Crash to go back to his corner. With another distraction in the White Boys’ favor, Pitbull now slips around the referee’s view and enters the ring, dropping a running axhandle across Spyke’s chest and forcing him to loosen the hold. Just as the referee turns around again, Pitbull rolls out of the ring and Jason finally slips out, pulling himself to his feet very slowly, his legs looking rather shaky. He makes the tag to Justin, who enters the ring now.*

Jeannie: Uh-oh, both of the White Boys in the ring.

Tom: As the White Boys proved last round, when both of them are in the ring, bad things happen for their opponents.

*Justin and Jason both pick up Spyke and hit him with a double suplex, and Jason staggers out of the ring, onto the apron. Quickly, Justin tries to go for the pin.*

Tom: Double suplex! Will that do it?

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*As Spyke kicks out, Justin White picks him up by the head, locking in a full nelson from behind. Justin lifts Spyke up, bending a knee and executing a backbreaker. He picks Spyke up from his knee, the full nelson still locked in, and lifts Spyke up again, only this time, Johannson manages to drop down to the mat in front of him in a crouching position, flipping Justin White clean over his head and shoulders and onto the mat, breaking the hold. As Justin gets up, Spyke runs toward him, hitting a barrage of stinging knife-edged chops; the crowd WOO’ing to each consecutive one in a crescendo. After the fifth one, he whips Justin into the ropes who comes running back. Justin ducks an attempted clothesline and throws a leg lariat, but Spyke counters early with a dropkick that catches White mid-air and sends him crashing to the mat. Spyke covers Justin.*

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Jeannie: That was close.

Tom: Indeed it was. The White Boys might be winding down in effectiveness after that round against Brash and Weird. As for the Superstars…not so much.

*Jason runs into the ring, his legs still looking a bit rubbery, and delivers an axe handle double elbow drop that forces Spyke off and away to the side. Just as Jason gets up, staggering to get away, Crash Johannson bolts into the ring again with a huge clothesline to Jason that sends both of them clean over the top rope, Crash landing on his feet. As he and Jason brawl on the outside, the referee briefly turns his attention to them. Pitbull, noticing the ref off his game once more, grabs a steel chair and throws it to Jason to use as a weapon, who turns around in a daze to catch it. Seeing Spyke getting back up to his feet, Jason runs towards the Johannson, the chair in hand, and raises it up in front of his face, ready to wind back and hit him over the head with it. Just as he’s mere feet away, Spyke gets up to his feet, turning around, and cracks Justin with a spinning wheel kick, the chair connecting to the skull of Justin White and knocking him straight down. The referee finally turns around after all of this, and while he sees a chair, as both men are down, he knows not who to actually disqualify and throws the chair out of the ring over the top rope as it lands on the floor. Spyke makes the cover, hooking a leg as the chaos outside keeps neither man from interfering.*

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DING DING DING!

Finkel: Here are your winners of Round Three…TEAM! NAME! UNDECIDED!

Tom: And that’s it! The White Boys are out of the running!

Jeannie: Well, they may have lost the belts, but I can’t imagine that they’ll be giving up in the future.

*The crowd reacts with heavy cheers as Crash relents from his brawl with Jason White, reentering the ring as Justin slowly rolls out, falling onto the floor. As Pitbull helps the two dazed White Boys up the ramp, all three of them look up with a glare at the Johannsons, who both grin quite goofily right back at them.*

Finkel: Introducing the team that drew NUMBER FOUR…

*Beastie Boys’ “Sabotage” starts playing.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=-sbqIyeed4g

Finkel: Coming down the aisle, being escorted by the High Plains Drifter, at a combined weight 456 pounds, from Brooklyn, New York City, New York—Johnny Ryall and Egg Man, PAUL’S BOUTIQUE.

Tom: And now Paul’s Boutique, a team that challenged the White Boys but lost. It’s safe to say they’re hungry for another shot at tag title gold. And this might very well culminate in something to satiate their hunger.

*Paul’s Boutique come out to a nice pop. All three of them are basically jumping around and acting like idiots. Johnny Ryall is wearing red wrestling tights with “Johnny Ryall” in yellow down the legs and black boots with “JR” in white on them. He’s also carrying a Louis Vuitton bag. Egg Man has on a leather coat, a gray wrestling singlet with a white egg on the front and back and green Chinese characters all over, white wrist tape, and white boots with black Chinese characters on them. And, the High Plains Drifter has on a leather coat, a white T-shirt, blue jeans, and black boots; it appears he’s the one who’ll be on the outside during the match. They keep on jumping around until they get to the ring. They all jump onto the apron and enter the ring. Then, they turn to face the Colvintron, swing their right arms in the air as if they each have a whip in their hands, and then “crack their whips,” which causes three loud pyro explosions to go off. Johnny hands his bag to the Drifter, and Egg Man takes off his coat and hands it to the Drifter. Then, the Drifter exits the ring. Johnny Ryall exits the ring as well, standing on the apron, and Spyke Johannson steps out to his corner as well, leaving the still quite fresh Crash in the ring.*

DING DING DING!

*Crash and Egg Man lock up in a collar-and-elbow, the Johannson quickly forcing Egg Man back into the ropes and hitting him in the face with a few forearms before whipping him into the ropes. He puts his head down to go for a body drop, but Egg Man catches this early after the rebound and delivers a kick straight to Crash’s face, sending him back a few steps. Egg Man then runs back into the ropes, running back and going for a shoulder block, which Crash absorbs without too much trouble. Shaking his head, Egg Man goes running back into the ropes, bouncing off and going for another shoulder block, which seems to also have relatively minimal effect on Crash. Again, Egg Man runs into the ropes, going for another shoulder block, but at the very last moment, Crash grabs the still-running Egg Man with a power slam, crashing him into the mat and going for the pin.*

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Tom: Excellent powerslam from Crash Johannson.

Jeannie: More moves like that will crack Egg Man’s proverbial egg.

Tom: Booo!

*Crash picks Egg Man up by the head, throwing him over his shoulder, ready to execute an Oklahoma Slam, but Egg Man flips right off, landing on his feet in front of him and catches him with a snapmare. As Crash lands in a seated position, Egg Man hits a stiff kick to the back and locks in a sleeper, his arms securely wrapped around the head and neck of the Johannson. The referee waits for a few moments, then grabs Crash’s right arm, raising it up and letting it drop. Just as he goes to pick it up again, Crash reaches with his other arm and reaches up, around Egg Man’s neck, throwing him right off his shoulder and out of the hold. As Egg Man gets up, Crash runs straight at him and takes him down with a clothesline, before dragging him over to his corner and making the tag to Spyke.*

Tom: Spyke Johannson’s in the ring now. Something tells me they’re going to be working their magic as a tag team on Paul’s Boutique.

Jeannie: I wish they’d work their magic as a tag team on me…

Tom: Do you ever quit?

Jeannie: No, but it’s pretty obvious that you do.

*As Spyke hops over the top rope and into the ring, Crash throws Egg Man into the corner and backs up as Spyke hits Egg Man with a few high kicks to the face, before pinning Egg Man down in the corner. Crash then runs straight at the corner; with Crash only a few feet away from it, Spyke strafes to the side and Crash lowers his shoulder, driving it right into Egg Man’s abdomen and sandwiching him between that and the ring post. Crash then exits the ring as Spyke pulls the winded Egg Man out of the corner and grabs him around the neck, kicking a leg out from under him and applying a neck lock. Egg Man tries to pull Spyke’s arms apart, to no avail. Spyke continues to wrench away at the neck of Egg Man, who after fifteen or so seconds in the hold, begins elbowing Spyke in the side of the abdomen, trying to get him to break the hold. Finally, he succeeds; Spyke’s grip is slipping and Egg Man takes advantage, slipping out and pushing Spyke forward. As soon as Spyke turns around to face him, Egg Man drops down quickly, trying to kick Spyke’s legs out from under him. Spyke quickly jumps over it, landing back down on the mat. He goes for a leg drop, but Egg Man rolls out of the way just as Spyke is about to land. Both of them quickly get up and lock up. Egg Man manages to arm drag Spyke down to the mat, who gets up, running. Egg Man goes for a spinning heel kick, but Spyke dodges to the side. Spyke spins around and leaps up, hitting Egg Man with a dropsault and knocking him down onto the mat, before going for the pin.*

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*Just as Egg Man is about to get up, Spyke picks him back up and locks in a front face lock with his right arm, hitting him with a few overhand elbows to the upper back. Egg Man drops to a knee after several such elbows and tilts his body to the side, flipping Spyke over his shoulder with a fireman’s carry and breaking up the hold. Quickly, Egg Man manages to get to his feet and make the tag to Johnny Ryall. The both of them grab Spyke Johannson and pick him up, executing a double gutbuster. As Egg Man exits the ring, Johnny drops down and goes for the pin.*

Tom: A well-timed double gutbuster…will that be enough to win Paul’s Boutique the match?

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*Johnny gets up to his feet, picking Spyke up with him, and throws him in a neutral corner, hitting him with a few punches and kicks. Spyke retaliates with a few of his own, repelling Ryall for a moment. He hoists himself up to the middle rope, jumping off, but Johnny catches him with a dropkick, knocking him back down to the mat. Johnny then picks up Spyke Johannson, kneeing him in the stomach, and takes him down with a belly to belly suplex. Johnny goes for the pin again.*

Tom: Another pin attempt from Johnny…

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*Again, Johnny picks Spyke back up, but Spyke responds with a few punches to the midsection that frees himself of Ryall. Johnny runs at Spyke who throws a spinning heel kick, which he ducks, running into the ropes. Just as Ryall comes running back off, Spyke runs right at him as well. Johnny throws a high knee but Spyke baseball slides under it, making the tag to Crash and exiting the ring. Crash Johannson runs into the ring, taking Johnny down with a clothesline. Johnny jumps back up, Crash grabbing him and lifting him up in position for a sidewalk slam. Before Crash can follow him, the still-lifted Johnny Ryall hits Crash with several clubbing blows to the shoulder area, forcing him to loosen his grip and allow Johnny to escape. Johnny quickly executes a snap suplex to Crash and makes the cover.*

Tom: Yet another pin attempt from Johnny Ryall. He’s really in top form tonight.

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*Johnny picks up Crash, hitting him with a few more close strikes before attempting to whip Crash into a neutral corner. Crash reverses, strongly whipping Ryall into the corner and bolting straight at him. He goes for a running shoulder, much like earlier, but Johnny dodges to the side, Crash…erm…crashing…into the ring post. He groans in pain as Johnny quickly goes for a schoolboy roll up!*

Jeannie: Roll up!

Tom: Out of the blue! Is that enough…

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*Crash gets back to his feet, his shoulder still feeling a bit tender, and trades punches with Johnny, sending the smaller man staggering back after a few big shots. Crash grabs Johnny and delivers a scoop slam, slamming Ryall down to the mat. With Johnny slightly stunned, Crash picks him back up in fallaway slam position, but Johnny clubs at the shoulder, forcing Crash to let go. Johnny runs backward, into the ropes and runs back at Crash, leaping up and grabbing him around the head in a face lock, spinning up to go for a DDT, but with Johnny in the middle of the air, Crash shifts Ryall a bit and counters by driving him straight into the mat with a belly to back slam! Crash covers Johnny up, hooking a leg.*

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Tom: Very close there.

*Egg Man hits a double axe handle on Crash, breaking the pin in the nick of time as he quickly withdraws to the corner of Paul’s Boutique before Spyke or the referee can adequately respond with any sort of action. Crash Johannson and Johnny Ryall both get up, before coming to blows with one another once again. Crash gets the edge over Johnny in the fight and lifts him up in a vertical suplex position, but Johnny slips out behind him, dropping down and grabbing Crash around the waist. He attempts to lift Crash with a German Suplex, but Crash blocks the attempt, grabbing Johnny and hitting a sidewalk slam. But Crash doesn’t release the grip on Johnny; he instead picks him up, ready to hit another slam, but Johnny manages to block it and reverses with a side Russian leg sweep, both men hitting the mat and crawling towards their corners.*

Tom: Both men are down, and both men are trying to get to their tag partners.

Jeannie: If they tag, things will be heating up. Get it?

*Both Crash and Johnny make the tag to their partners at the same time, Spyke Johannson and Egg Man jumping over the top rope and running at each other, exchanging a barrage of strikes. Egg Man gets the advantage, whipping Spyke into the ropes. As Spyke runs back, Egg Man goes for a lariat but misses as Spyke ducks under it, jumping up behind him and delivering a neckbreaker that brings Egg Man down to the mat. Spyke quickly goes for the cover.*

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*Johnny manages to kick Spyke off of Egg Man, Crash Johannson running back into the ring. He grabs a hold of Johnny and quickly picks him up in powerbomb position, but Johnny reverses with a hurricanrana, throwing Crash down to the mat, the momentum from it sending Crash sliding out of the ring and onto the floor to the outside. As Spyke gets to his feet, Johnny Ryall and Egg Man jump up, hitting him with a double dropkick and knocking him out of the ring, under the top rope and out next to his brother. Suddenly, the High Plains Drifter slides into the ring and yells something at the top of his lungs.*

Drifter: DANCE BREAK!

*The referee looks on in utter confusion as the lights suddenly go out and a spotlight shines on all three of the members of Paul’s Boutique, their theme kicking back in as the three of them begin dancing about in the middle of the ring as they turn to face the Colvitron. The trio all break out different dance moves, moving about spastically all the while.*

Jeannie: What the hell is this?

Tom: The fun-loving Paul’s Boutique is apparently taking a…dance break in the middle of the ring.

Jeannie: You should go join them…I’m sure you’ll fit in just fine.

Tom: You…you think so? Really?

Jeannie: Erm…

*They continue this for about thirty seconds, until both Spyke and Crash Johannson run into the ring from behind, the two of them hitting the participating two members of the team from behind. Spyke quickly throws the High Plains Drifter out of the ring over the top rope and Crash runs back, into the ropes and bolts straight at a dazed Johnny Ryall, who turns around to receive a CRASH that sends him flying out of the ring, through the ropes. Crash Johannson quickly jumps up to his feet.*

Crash: CRAAAAAAASH! EXCLAMATION POINT!

Jeannie: He just felt the CRASH.

Tom: Period!

Jeannie: More like Exclamation Point, actually.

*Egg Man gets to his feet, throwing a wide swing at Spyke, who ducks it entirely, before rising back up and palm striking Egg Man, sending him reeling back. Crash runs back into the ropes, hitting a spear on Egg Man and knocking him down on the mat, on his back, before rolling out of the ring to keep Johnny at bay. Spyke quickly scales the turnbuckle, leaping up off the top and hitting a shooting star press! Spyke remains on top of Egg Man as the referee counts the pin.*

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Finkel: Here are your winners of Round Four…TEAM! NAME! UNDECIDED!

Tom: And that does it for this round! The two brothers advance to the next round of the Gauntlet and they’re really looking good right now.

Jeannie: I’ll say…

*Crash re-enters the ring as Egg Man rolls out, and as Paul’s Boutique make their way up the ramp, Spyke points towards the Colvitron, grinning, cueing for some music to kick in as he gets ready to dance.*

*Suddenly, this begins playing at maximum volume on the Colvitron. Once again, Spyke attempts to dance to the sound-off of the letters and the opening, but can’t seem to produce anything with it. He stops himself shaking his head, rolling his eyes and calling for the music to be cut off.*

Jeannie: Well that dance break didn’t work out all too well either.

[Reynaldo Fernandéz]

Finkel: Introducing the team that drew NUMBER FIVE…

*Bon Jovi’s “Bad Medicine” as the crowd greets James Bon Jovi—who steps out onto the stage in his shades and trench coat, smiling quite smugly—with a chorus of boos. He walks toward the end of the stage, but then turns around as his theme music fades out and, halfway through the fade, is promptly replaced by Sugar Ray’s “Caboose.” The Maxx now steps out in his attire combo—with, of course, the familiar fedora and doo-rag combo atop his head.*

Finkel: From San Diego, California, and Atlantic City, New Jersey, respectively; at a total combined weight of 452 pounds…JAMES BON JOVI and THE MAXX!

Tom: Oh great…

Jeannie: I know!

Tom: I’m being sarcastic.

Jeannie: I’m not!

*Both of them make their way down to the ring, ignoring the audience around them, sliding into the ring, getting up to their feet and quickly handing off their entrance accessories to the referee as the music fades out. After the referee drops their gear off to the timekeeper, The Maxx exits the ring, standing on the apron, and Spyke remains the legal man for his team as Crash stands out on the apron of their corner.*

DING DING DING!

Tom: There’s a boatload of tag ability in the ring right now. The Maxx and James Bon Jovi are both extremely seasoned tag teamers. Spyke Johannson has some extensive experience too, from earlier on his career, and his teaming with his brother Crash certainly doesn’t seem to have any major chinks in its armor.

Jeannie: Racist!

*James Bon Jovi and Spyke Johannson walk up towards one another. Both of them feign the beginning of a lockup, but convinced that they’ve fooled one another, both of them begin exchanging punches back and forth. James Bon Jovi gains the advantage, forcing Johannson to back up and try to dodge his heavier punches. James catches him with a particularly strong one and is able to whip him right into the ropes. As Spyke runs off, James Bon Jovi jumps up to dropkick him—but Spyke quickly dodges to the side, James missing entirely. As JBJ gets back up to his feet, Spyke gives him no time to attack again, going on the offensive with a barrage of chops. He sends James Bon Jovi back a few steps, but James retaliates with a combination of kicks and punches that all but negate Spyke Johannson’s attempted offense. James grabs him, lifting him up and executing a pendulum backbreaker before going for the pin.*

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KICKOUT!

Tom: The aggressive James Bon Jovi is taking initiative here early tonight.

*James Bon Jovi quickly gets up, whipping Spyke into the corner closest to The Maxx. James makes the tag to his partner, who quickly enters the ring. Both of them attack Spyke with kicks, chops and punches, much to the chagrin of the referee. At his order, James Bon Jovi exits the ring, but as soon as the referee seems to have been relaxed, James Bon Jovi is immediately tagged back in. He goes back into the ring and helps The Maxx continue to clobber at Spyke Johannson, who can offer little resistance while being double teamed. After The Maxx is ordered to exit the ring and return to the apron, he does so; only to be tagged back in almost instantly by James Bon Jovi. The crowd boos resoundingly at this rotation of tags, both James Bon Jovi and The Maxx stomping Spyke Johannson down in the corner. With him looking worse for the wear, James picks him up as The Maxx runs to a corner with sides, perpendicular to theirs. The Maxx scales the turnbuckle as James Bon Jovi sets Spyke up in position for a Side Russian Leg sweep. The Maxx leaps off for a torpedo dropkick, but with moments to spare, Spyke catches James off-guard and reverses the set up into an inverted Russian leg sweep, driving James Bon Jovi down to the mat as The Maxx sails straight over them and into the corner. James rolls out of the ring as Spyke staggers up to his feet and crosses the ring, making the tag to Crash, who looks quite eager to enter the fray now.*

Tom: Crash Johannson is in the ring now, and he certainly seems eager to enter into the fray.

Jeannie: I don’t blame him. How can anyone not be eager with all these great looking guys in the ring?

*The Maxx is hardly on his feet before he finds Crash Johannson attacking him and forcing him into the ropes with a load of punches. He manages to dodge behind Crash, grabbing one of his arms and applying a hammerlock. Crash attempts to spin around but The Maxx keeps behind him, the hold still cinched in. Crash throws an elbow to The Maxx, hitting him in the side of the head, and quickly bends over, throwing The Maxx over his shoulder and onto his mat, despite The Maxx still having a grip on his arm. He picks The Maxx up and clotheslines him, knocking him down, and goes for a cover.*

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*The Maxx manages to make a kickout, and Crash grabs him by the same arm as before, picking him up and throwing a short arm clothesline. The Maxx ducks it, grabbing the arm and armdragging Crash down to the mat, applying a side armbar on the arm adjacent to the same shoulder that slammed into the ring post in the previous round of the gauntlet. The referee asks Crash if he’s willing to give up, who quickly denies such a possibility. He attempts to get up, but The Maxx repeatedly knees at the softened shoulder, keeping Crash down on his side, and wrenches away at the arm.*

Tom: The armbar seems to have been used to great effect by a variety of competitors tonight so far.

Jeannie: So as the ARMDRAG.

Tom: Will you be serious?

Jeannie: I am. I just said it louder is all…

* When it seems that the submission won’t gain any instant effect, The Maxx drags Crash over to his corner and tags in James Bon Jovi. The Maxx climbs the turnbuckle, as James Bon Jovi lifts Crash up and slams him down with a vertical suplex. As soon as he does so, The Maxx leaps off the turnbuckle and drops a knee upon Crash’s arm, before exiting the ring. James Bon Jovi drops an elbow across the abdomen of Crash Johannson, before following up with another, and then another, slightly more drawn-out and theatric elbow drop. James goes for the cover.*

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Tom: A few leisurely elbows from the One, the Only, James Bon Jovi. He needs to pick up the pace more if he and The Maxx want to actually take a defined advantage in this round.

*Crash makes the kickout as James picks him back up, again setting him up to lift him up for a suplex. Crash blocks the attempt, reversing as he picks James up. However, his shoulder starts to give way, forcing him to drape James over top of his better shoulder and drive the glam rocker into the mat with an Oklahoma slam. He delivers a few stomps to James Bon Jovi and picks him up, James poking him in the eye and repelling him, much to the chagrin of the referee who admonishes him for the action. James ignores him, running into the ropes and running back, facing Crash. He goes quickly winds up for a lariat but Crash bolts forward, catching James off guard just as he’s in the middle of a swing and with his good arm, sends James into the mat with a belly to back slam. Crash Johannson goes for the pin.*

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THE MAXX BREAKS IT UP!

Tom: Breakup of the pin from The Maxx.

*The referee shoos The Maxx away, back to his corner, as Crash whips James Bon Jovi into his own corner and makes the tag back to Spyke. Spyke gets atop the turnbuckle as Crash picks JBJ back into the Oklahoma slam position, executing another and rolling out of the ring as Spyke leaps off the turnbuckle, dropping a leg across the throat of James Bon Jovi! Remaining with a leg across the downed James Bon Jovi, Spyke waits for the referee to count the pin.*

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THE MAXX BREAKS IT UP!

Tom: Oh come on…again with the breakup?

Jeannie: Hey, he can keep doing it so long as the referee lacks the spine to say no.

*Yet again, The Maxx manages to break up the pin, hitting Spyke with an axe handle across the back that knocks him over. Just as the referee goes to send The Maxx back to his corner again, The Maxx picks James back up into a standing position, helping his dazed partner recuperate from the double team move. Spyke gets up and kicks James in the abdomen, doubling him over and runs into the ropes, perpendicular to Bon Jovi, coming back and leaping up to attempt a scissors kick. James dives forward, managing to get out of the way, but Spyke lands on his feet. As James gets back up, Spyke runs at him, and James throws him over his shoulder, and seemingly out of the ring. James ignores Spyke for a moment, believing himself to have a breather, despite the fact that Spyke has actually landed on the apron behind him. James turns around, alarmed to see Spyke on the apron and runs at him, only to be kneed in the stomach. James staggers back and Spyke jumps over the top rope—and James, of course—executing a sunset flip that takes James down as he goes for the pin.*

Tom: Sunset flip from Spyke Johannson…WILL THAT DO IT?!

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*James gets back up at the same time as Spyke, forcing Johannson back with another barrage of stiff punches. He grabs Spyke, lifting him up on top of his shoulders and setting him up for an Argentine backbreaker, hanging him above a shoulder. As he’s about to drop him down, Spyke manages to hit a few successive elbows to the head that loosen James’ grip, allowing Spyke to drop behind James and simultaneously deliver an Edge-o-matic. Spyke hooks the leg.*

Jeannie: Wow, that’s not a bad counter at all.

Tom: No it’s not. Spyke is demonstrating his ability to dig deep when the situation demands.

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THE MAXX BREAKS IT UP!

Tom: What, seriously? How often are they gonna do this?

*Crash enters the ring, going after The Maxx, who instantly exits the ring. The referee, instead of trying to keep The Maxx at bay, shifts his attention back to Crash, busying himself with arguing with the non-legal Johannson. As Spyke gets up, The Maxx races back into the ring, hitting him from behind with a chop block and knocking him down before rolling back to the outside as the referee shifts his attention back to the center of the ring. James Bon Jovi gets up to his feet and picks Spyke up, hoisting him up in an electric chair, but Spyke victory rolls. Instead of making the cover, Spyke rolls out of it, heading forward, and makes the tag back to Crash. Not noticing this, James Bon Jovi heads to his corner with a less hurried pace, only to be caught from behind by Crash with a bulldog despite being mere inches from his own corner. The Maxx enters the ring, preparing to attack Crash, but Spyke re-enters the ring, running towards him and executing a wheel kick that knocks both of them out through the ropes. Crash picks up Bon Jovi, whipping him into a corner and runs straight at him, going for a cornering clothesline. James gets a boot up in the face of Crash, sending him turning and staggering back. The Maxx and Spyke Johannson continue to brawl on the outside.*

Jeannie: Major shit is going down.

Tom: You’re right. All hell has broken loose, and it’s really anyone’s guess what will happen next.

*Crash turns around, as James runs at him, kicking him in the stomach and putting his head between his legs. James goes to lift him up for a powerbomb to the outside, but mid-lift, Crash blocks it and back body drops James over the top rope, James landing on his hands and knees as Crash drops to a knee. Outside the ring, Spyke Johannson grabs The Maxx by the head, going to slam his head into the ring apron. The Maxx blocks it, countering by slamming Spyke’s head into the apron, and slides into the ring, Spyke dazed but on his feet. The Maxx runs at Crash, going for the shining wizard, but Crash gets back up to his feet and catches him mid-air in a set up for a fallaway slam. Spyke enters the ring, running to the side of the ring where his partner and opponent are located to begin the steps of the Full Body Workout. Crash wraps his arms around the waist of The Maxx and forces him into the corner with his shoulder. Spyke jumps onto the top rope, ready to go for the lungblower, but James Bon Jovi leaps back onto the apron, shoving Spyke right off and out to the floor.*

Jeannie: Ooh!

Tom: Yeah, that’s got to be a snag in the plans of the Johannsons.

*Just Crash is about to react to James Bon Jovi, The Maxx manages to push himself free of the corner, as he and James Bon Jovi quickly both kick him in the stomach. James puts his head between his legs, lifting him up in a crucifix powerbomb position as The Maxx scales the turnbuckle, leaping off with a blockbuster as James drives Crash into the mat. James Bon Jovi quickly goes for the cover.*

Tom: The Blaze of Glory!

Jeannie: That’s got to be it.

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DING DING DING!

Finkel: Here are your winners of Round Five…JAMES BON JOVI and THE MAXX!

Jeannie: Yeah, that was set in stone as soon as they did that move.

Tom: Pity for the Johannsons, too, they were doing really well tonight. But they just couldn’t pull it off in this round after having to battle both the White Boys and Paul’s Boutique.

*The crowd boos this turn of events as Crash and Spyke Johannson make their way back up the entranceway. Fans pat the defeated team on the back as they make their way up, as the two residents of the Acropolis of Bewilderment cockily anticipating their opponents.*

Finkel: Introducing the team that drew NUMBER SIX…

*The Latin Lover’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZVZX-W3vo9I

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.

Jeannie: THIS should be interesting.

Tom: Indeed. Both of these teams have had an ongoing war of words, and it’s looking like it’s finally culminating here tonight!

*The Lovers come out to a nice pop from the ladies. The men are somewhat quiet, with a few boos. Guillermo has on pink wrestling trunks with “Te quiero” in red on the butt, pink elbow and knee pads with a red heart on them, and red boots with “GM” in pink on them. Casimiro has on pink tights with “Catalina” in red on the butt, pink elbow and knee pads with red hearts on them, and red boots with “CM” in pink 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.*

Jeannie: Oh wow, love is in the air!

*Neither James Bon Jovi nor the Maxx are interested in such pre-match rituals and both run at a turnbuckle, attacking the Latin Lovers with forearms and punches. The referee quickly calls for the bell to get this round under way.*

DING DING DING!

*James Bon Jovi throws Casimiro Melendez into the corner he was standing on top of, punching at him with a volley of heavy, clench-fisted heart punches. The Maxx runs into the ropes as Guillermo Miramontes catches his breath, bouncing back and leaping up for a running crossbody, but Miramontes is able to catch him in the middle of the air. James Bon Jovi backpedals before running straight at the cornered Casimiro, who gets a boot up in his face and throws him over the top turnbuckle and out of the ring, exiting as well to continue fighting James Bon Jovi on the outside. Guillermo, still holding The Maxx, lifts him up and drops him across his knee, before lifting him up again and repeating the process, before releasing The Maxx on the mat and going for the cover.*

Tom: Solid backbreaker from Guillermo.

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*The Maxx gets up, scrambling to his feet as he turns around to face Guillermo, who throws a knee at him. The Maxx dodges to the side, grabbing the same leg and executing a dragon screw to take him down. He looks to his partner to make a tag, but James Bon Jovi is nowhere to be found on the apron—he continues to duke it out with Casimiro, exchanging blows with him back and forth. The Maxx runs towards the both of them, executing a baseball slide at Melendez, but Casimiro throws James in his way, dodging to the side as The Maxx sends his feet right into the side of his head. James collapses as The Maxx gets up to his feet, confused, as the referee begins his ring-out count.*

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*Casimiro grabs The Maxx, slamming his head into the ring apron.*

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*Melendez grabs an arm of The Maxx, whipping him in the direction of the steel steps—but The Maxx reverses, Casimiro going into the stairs, shoulder-first.

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*The Maxx turns around and rolls back into the ring, getting up to his feet, only to be grabbed by Guillermo Miramontes and hit with a few punches, before receiving a side headlock. Guillermo wrenches at his head, dropping him to a knee and keeping it in. The Maxx manages to slip out, grabbing his right arm and locking in a hammerlock. He knees Guillermo in the middle of the back and transitions the hammerlock into a dragon sleeper. Guillermo responds with a few punches that loosen his grip, permitting Miramontes to slip his head out through his arm, turning around and picking The Maxx up and hitting him with a Northern Lights suplex, before bridging to go for a pin.*

Tom: Great technical work from the Latin Lovers so far.

Jeannie: Looks like flexibility is something that these two Lovers have…and I can’t say I’m surprised!

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SHOULDER UP!

*The Maxx, still in a bridge, pushes himself up, the hold still in but the pin actively broken. He spins out of hit, applying a side waistlock to Guillermo and lifting him up with a forward belly-to-back suplex, bringing him to the mat and transitioning over to Miramontes’ head, applying a front face lock. Guillermo pushes up, getting to a knee, but The Maxx hits him with a few overhand forearms, bringing him back down to a prone position and locking in the front face lock even tighter than before. Again, Guillermo tries to get back up to his feet, but as soon as he notices that he’s about to be overpowered, The Maxx delivers a few more overhand forearms to the upper back of Guillermo. As Guillermo drops back to a knee, The Maxx pulls him towards his corner, noticing that James Bon Jovi—and Casimiro Melendez—are back to their previous locations. He drags Guillermo with him to a corner and makes the tag to James Bon Jovi, who steps in and motions for The Maxx to throw Guillermo into the corner. The Maxx obliges as James Bon Jovi runs to the other side of the ring and runs back, coming into Guillermo at full speed with a Runaway Spear into the corner. As Guillermo crumples to the mat, The Maxx exits the ring and James goes for the pin.*

Jeannie: Ow.

Tom: Seriously. James Bon Jovi isn’t the biggest, but he’s no doubt one of the hardest hitters in all of W*I*G, pound for pound.

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*James picks Guillermo up and throws him into the corner, unloading upon him with a blaze of heavy heart punches. Guillermo’s chest turns read as he feels the wind getting knocked out of him; James Bon Jovi picks him up around the head and torso and drops to a knee, executing a gutbuster. JBJ drops down and goes for the pin again.*

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Jeannie: I was sure that was it. James is putting a lot of pressure on him right now…heheheh.

*James is looking a bit agitated, the previous chain of offense doing relatively little to improve his chances of pinning the Latin Lover. He picks him up by the head and throws him back in the corner, making the tag back to The Maxx. The Maxx enters and both of them pull Guillermo out of the corner, lifting him up and slamming him down to the mat with a double vertical suplex. Both of them begin to stomp away at him until the referee directs James Bon Jovi to exit the ring, which he proceeds to do. As soon as he does, The Maxx tags him right back in and both of them go back to stomping away at Guillermo. The crowd boos as James Bon Jovi delivers a trio of elbow drops on Miramontes, The Maxx now exiting the ring. James picks a dazed Guillermo Miramontes up by the head, tagging the Maxx back in, much to the annoyance of the referee. James picks Guillermo up with a bear hug, elevating him above his shoulder slightly and turning to the side. The Maxx climbs up onto the turnbuckle and leaps off, grabbing Miramontes by the head in mid-air and DDT’ing him just after JBJ releases the bear hug. James exits the ring again, and The Maxx drops back down to the mat, going for the pin.*

Tom: Over the Edge!

Jeannie: Maria?

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*The Maxx gets up to his feet, grabbing Guillermo by the head and kicking him in the stomach, doubling him over in the middle of the ring as he climbs back up the turnbuckle. He motions to deliver a Fame Asser, leaping off the turnbuckle, but Guillermo suddenly catches him in mid-air and delivers a spinebuster, driving The Maxx straight into the mat with shocking impact. Both of them lay on the mat, stunned, as the referee begins counting for both of them, risking a double KO.*

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*Both men are still down, but The Maxx is slowly getting up onto his hands and knees, Guillermo still laying down on his back.*

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*Suddenly, Casimiro remembers something. He reaches down into his pants most conspicuously and pulls out the pair of panties from earlier, brandishing them in one hand and raising them up. He throws them over to his partner, his eyes bulging to make sure that they don’t miss the intended target.*

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*The Maxx is just about on his feet, but suddenly, the panties land on top of Guillermo’s face, as he breathes with them over top of his nose and mouth.*

Tom: Uh…

Jeannie: Yeah. That’s…a pretty inventive idea.

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*Just as The Maxx is about to make the tag to James Bon Jovi, Guillermo jumps to his feet as Casimiro lets out a sigh of relief. The Maxx makes the tag and James runs into the ring, but Guillermo, feeling energized, takes the glam rocker down with a short clothesline. The Maxx turns around and runs at him, throwing a clothesline of his own, but Guillermo catches him with an underarm, snap STO, driving him back down into the mat. He jumps back up to his feet, running at the rising James Bon Jovi, and grabs him around the waist as he turns around to face him, throwing him up in the air with a high, overhead belly to belly suplex. As James lands, Guillermo hastily makes the tag to Casimiro, who steps in.*

Tom: And the tag is made. That might be that critical refresh that the Latin Lovers need so badly.

Jeannie: Funny you say “refresh.”

*Casimiro quickly runs at James Bon Jovi, who staggers up to his feet, and grabs him and places him in a front face lock, readying to give him a DDT. James counters with a few strong punches to the abdomen, breaking out. He runs into the ropes, rebounding off and barreling straight at Casimiro Melendez. He winds up and takes a swing with a lariat, but Casimiro ducks under his arm, James Bon Jovi still running forward as his arm follows through. As he bounces back off against the ropes, Casimiro catches him around the arm and executes a high hip toss, James landing to the mat rather hard on his back. Casimiro goes for the cover.*

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*Casimiro gets up to his feet, Guillermo running into the ring and forcing The Maxx away from them. He goes for a clothesline but The Maxx ducks, Melendez vaulting over the top rope and spilling out to the floor below. As James Bon Jovi gets up, he and Casimiro trade shots with one another, punches being exchanged between the two of them. The Maxx runs up to Casimiro from behind and hits him with a running forearm shot to the back of his head. James Bon Jovi kicks him in the stomach and picks him up in a crucifix powerbomb position, next to the ropes, The Maxx getting up to his feet and turning his back, as if to receive the powerbomb and deliver a neckbreaker.*

Tom: I think they’re setting up for Thunder has Struck to Jupiter, the tag finisher of the now-dissolved team TJT! If they hit Casimiro Melendez with that, one, it’s all over!

Jeannie: Whatever happened to that team?

Tom: You know, it’s funny you ask. Their remnants might still be around.

*As James Bon Jovi is about to bomb Casimiro, he suddenly feels his feet being pulled out from under him by Guillermo Miramontes. He faceplants, dropping Casimiro on top of him with a thud. Guillermo pulls James Bon Jovi out of the ring, Casimiro jumping back up to his feet and kneeing The Maxx in the gut. Quickly, Guillermo rolls back into the ring, and picks The Maxx up as Casimiro climbs up to the turnbuckle. Guillermo drops The Maxx down to the mat with an electric chair as Casimiro simultaneously executes a flying bulldog onto The Maxx. Casimiro goes for the cover as James Bon Jovi gets up to his feet outside the ring, scrambling to get in as fast as he can to break the pin.*

Tom: The Lover’s Quarrel! But James Bon Jovi is going to break up the pin!

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*James slides—his arms in an ax handle—towards the pin attempt, but suddenly finds himself stopped mere inches away by an elbow drop to the back from Guillermo.*



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DING DING DING!

Finkel: Here are your winners of Round Six…THE LATIN LOVERS!

Tom: So close…yet so, so far off.

Jeannie: So is that it? Have these two teams finally ended their rivalry?

Tom: Somehow, as much of a pair of loudmouths that James Bon Jovi and The Maxx might be…I do have doubts.

*James Bon Jovi and The Maxx furiously exit the ring, yelling at the top of their lungs toward the Latin Lovers who throw a few taunts at them in response. As The Maxx and James Bon Jovi make their way up the ramp, the Latin Lovers await their new opponents.*

Finkel: Introducing the team that drew NUMBER SEVEN…

*The sinister opening strains of "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" begin playing in the W*I*G-Sphere & the crowd immediately start booing. At the upbeat of the song, Coach O'Hare walks out from behind the curtain, waving his Hurley as always. O'Hare is followed closely by Sean McCann. Sean drops to one knee & points backwards over his shoulders with his thumbs as his partner, Shane Malone emerges. Malone stands behind Sean with his arms held over his head, his fists clenched.*

Finkel: Proudly representing their home country of Ireland, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare at a total combined weight of 489lbs, "The Celtic Giant" Shane Malone & "The Don Juan of Donegal" Sean McCann... TEEEEEEAAAAAM IRRRRREELAAAANNND!!!

Tom: And now the match has turned up several notches. Team Ireland has been EXTREMELY underhanded tonight, and they might well be going for a clean sweep here tonight.

Jeannie: I’m not taking anything away from the Latin Lovers…but you might be on to something.

*Team Ireland's Green, White & Gold pyro explodes at the top of the ramp as O'Hare raises the Hurley high. After the pyro explosion, Sean springs to a standing position again & turns around to face Shane. The two men bash fists together & Sean slaps Shane on the chest.*

Jeannie: Well they’re definitely not afraid to spend a few extra dollars on the fireworks.

Tom: That and they seem a bit energized by the turn of events from earlier tonight…

*Sean walks on down to the ring slightly ahead of the others. O'Hare carries the Hurley slung over his shoulder & Malone walks alongside him, leaning in as the Coach whispers possible strategy in Shane's ear. Sean reaches the ring & quickly clambers up the steps, pausing at the top step to look out at the audience & give a smirk. Sean removes his silver waistcoat & tosses it to the crowd. Sean holds the top rope & springs into the ring landing on his feet. Shane gets to the ring & steps in over the top rope. O'Hare follows in, entering between the middle & top ropes. Sean runs to a ringpost & spreads his arms out in a Randy Orton-esque fashion. Shane rips off his Team Ireland shirt & tosses the shreds to the audience. The Coach continues to wave the Hurley around as he stands in the middle of the ring. Both of the Latin Lovers back up to their corner to decide who will start off—Casimiro exits the ring and Guillermo remains inside. As their music fades out, Coach O’Hare exits the ring also, Sean McCann jumping over the top rope and onto the apron as Shane Malone remains inside.*

DING DING DING!

*Shane and Guillermo walk up towards another, each going for a lockup. Both of them push as hard as they can, but Shane Malone takes the advantage, visibly pushing Guillermo Miramontes back towards the ropes. Guillermo slips behind him and hits him with a few forearms, before jumping up and trying to grab him from behind to hit a lungblower. Shane simply holds onto the ropes and pushes back, knocking Guillermo back down to the mat. Guillermo gets up, scratching his head, and runs back into the ropes at Shane, who turns around. He throws a clothesline that knocks Shane back a few steps but fails to actually knock him down. Again, Guillermo Miramontes runs into the ropes, rebounding off and leaping up into the air, going for a running knee facebreaker. Suddenly, he finds himself caught in mid-air by Shane Malone, who applies a bear hug on him, squeezing with all his might and squeezing the wind right out of Miramontes. Holding the bear hug in, Shane shuffles towards his corner, carrying Guillermo closer and closer to it. Guillermo punches at his head repeatedly, slowly loosening up his grip…but just as he seems to have himself free, he finds himself thrown right into Team Ireland’s corner as Malone hits him with a big elbow and tags in Sean McCann.*

Tom: And Team Ireland’s Sean McCann enters the ring now. I think Guillermo is learning the hard way now that Shane Malone is Team Ireland’s enforcer for a very direct reason.

Jeannie: There’s too many “I’d like to” fill in the blanks I could make in those two sentences alone, Tom.

*Sean vaults right over the top rope and enters the ring, as Shane pulls Guillermo out and kicks him in the stomach, picking him up and hitting a Canadian backbreaker while keeping his grip on the Latin Lover. As he does this, Sean jumps onto the turnbuckle, and once Shane’s move is complete, jumps off, hitting a double foot stomp onto the immobile Miramontes. Shane exits the ring, standing on the apron, and Sean quickly drops down to go for the cover.*

Tom: Brutal Emerald Island Crusher! Will that do it?!

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*Sean gets to his feet and runs into the ropes, running back off and hitting a rapid leg drop across Guillermo’s face, before picking him up by the head and setting him up on his knees. Sean runs back into the ropes and comes bouncing off again, going for a low double dropkick, but Guillermo manages to roll to the side and get to his feet. Sean jumps back up to his feet and runs straight at Guillermo, leaping at him, but Miramontes catches him with a backbreaker, bringing him back down to the mat. Guillermo drags him over to the corner of the Latin Lovers and makes the tag to Casimiro Melendez, who enters quite promptly. Both of them pick him Sean and whip him into the ropes. Guillermo gets in the front and bends over, going for a back body drop, but Sean stops mere inches from him, kicking him right into the face and causing him to stagger back. Casimiro runs at him and throws a clothesline but Sean ducks it, running into the ropes opposite and executing a springboard flying tackle, knocking Casimiro down to the mat. Sean goes for the cover.*

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Tom: That Latin Lovers are still in this matchup. You have to wonder if Team Ireland is getting a bit frustrated with the apparent lack of progress so far.

Jeannie: Hehe…“progress.”

*Sean stomps at Casimiro a few times, picking him up by the head, but Casimiro hits him with a few elbows that free himself of the “Don Juan of Donegal.” Casimiro Melendez gets up, kicks Sean in the stomach and throws him to the mat with a snapmare, Sean landing in a seated position. Casimiro drops down and locks in a chinlock on Sean’s head, trying to keep him down on the mat. Sean fights to get back up to his feet, but Casimiro brings him back down with a knee and a forearm to the upper back, effectively stopping his escape attempt. With the chin lock alone not seeming to do a whole lot, Casimiro decides to increase the pressure in the hold, pulling Sean down to the mat in a prone position and locking a body scissors on McCann. But McCann, despite his smaller size, is able to roll over, putting Casimiro on his back. The referee looks at this to be a pin and goes to count it.*

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SHOULDER UP!

*Casimiro Melendez rolls himself back over, keeping the chin lock in. Sean begins to try to club at the side of Casimiro’s head, but it seems not to be doing enough damage to get any results. Finally, Sean opens up the palms of both of his hands and reaches backwards, giving Casimiro a double ear clap. Melendez loosens his grip, if even for a moment, enabling Sean to slip back out and get up to his feet. Casimiro does so too, grabbing Sean from behind and picking him up to execute a back suplex, but Sean McCann backflips out from behind and dropkicks him in the back, sending him staggering forward. Casimiro turns around, but as soon as he does, he feels an Enzuiguri right in the side of the head from Sean, bringing him toppling down to the mat. Sean goes for the cover.*

Jeannie: Damn, I felt that one all the way over here!

Tom: A well-placed enzuiguri!

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*Sean gets up, going to whip Casimiro into the corner of Team Ireland, but Casimiro reverses, sending Sean right into it instead. Casimiro runs right at Sean, but Sean, his hands on the ropes near him, jumps right up and over Casimiro, cornering him in the corner of Team Ireland. Quickly, Sean makes the tag to Shane who steps into the ring. Both Sean and Shane begin to throw a barrage of strikes at Casimiro, before Shane grabs him in a hanging sleeper, pulling him up off the ground. Sean jumps onto the turnbuckle and jumps right off, hitting Casimiro with a knee right in the abdomen. Sean exits the ring and Shane pulls Melendez out towards the middle of the ring and drops down, ready to make the pin.*

Tom: I’m not familiar with that tag move, but there’s no doubt in my mind that it hurt a LOT.

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*Shane picks Casimiro right up, lifting him up to his shoulders, before locking in a torture rack. Shane pulls both sides of Melendez down over his broad shoulders, Casimiro wincing in pain from the hold. Shane continues to pull down, the arms of Melendez flailing about as he elbows Shane in the shoulders while trying to grab some more immediate way to get out of the hold. The referee looks at Melendez, asking him if the hold is too much to bear, but Casimiro flatly refuses to submit. Shane intensifies the hold but Casimiro’s desperate elbows begin to soften up his shoulders, making him impatient. He lifts Casimiro up, ready to give him a traditional backbreaker variant as he drops to one knee, but Melendez manages to slip out and roll down to the mat. Shane turns around as Casimiro gets up and throws a wide, swinging punch at the Latin Lover who ducks it, before quickly rising up and hitting Shane with a pair of kicks to the stomach that make him bend over for a brief moment. Melendez grabs his head and picks him up in a suplex position, but then crosses Shane’s legs and delivers La Carretera, falling back to the mat and bridging to go for a pin.*

Jeannie: That’s got to hurt.

Tom: La Carretera, one of the more powerful suplexes in the arsenal of the technical Casimiro Melendez!

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KICKOUT!

*Casimiro gets up to his feet and makes the tag to Guillermo Miramontes, and both of them enter the ring, picking up Shane Malone and hitting him with a few overhand forearms and kicks. Casimiro picks him up in a brainbuster set up and Guillermo Miramontes climbs up to the top rope, jumping off as Casimiro falls backwards and they spike Shane’s head into the mat. Casimiro gets up and exits the ring as Guillermo drops down to make the cover.*

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SEAN BREAKS IT UP!

Tom: Sean McCann got that broken up in the nick of time. The Latin Lovers are still going strong in this round, despite having a victory in the last round—one that could’ve gone either team’s way.

*Sean skirts back to the outside of the ring almost as soon as he kicks Guillermo off of Shane, returning back to the corner from whence he came. Guillermo gets up to face him, but then Coach O’Hare climbs up onto the apron, waving his Hurley about and yelling quite loudly at Miramontes. Guillermo, provoked by this display, turns his back on Shane Malone and runs at O’Hare, trying to knock him off the apron with a forearm. O’Hare drops down just in time to escape the strike, and with O’Hare driven away for the moment, Guillermo turns back around to face Shane…only to be struck with a brutal running lariat that sends him collapsing to the mat like a demolished building. Shane covers him with a lateral press.*

Tom: Good Lord, that lariat may have taken his head right off!

Jeannie: Note to self…remember not to piss off Shane Malone. Unless he doesn’t hit ladies.

Tom: You should ask him.

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*Sean McCann jumps back into the ring, running at Casimiro and leaping at him with a running crossbody. Melendez catches him and dumps him out over the top rope, running over to Guillermo and Shane and punching at Malone’s head. Malone gets up to try to drive him off, but Guillermo gets up to his feet and kicks Shane in the back from behind, the two Latin Lovers overtaking him in the brawl. Meanwhile, with the referee too busy on the inside of the ring, Coach O’Hare throws Sean McCann the Hurley; Sean is already back up to his feet. As Casimiro picks Shane up with a powerbomb setup, Guillermo begins to climb the nearest turnbuckle. Meanwhile, Sean begins to sneak around outside the ring, Hurley in hand, as O’Hare jumps back up onto the apron, yelling at the referee and getting his attention.*

Tom: Uh oh…we’ve seen BS like this from Team Ireland earlier tonight, and I’ve got a creeping feeling as to what it’s going to cause.

Jeannie: BS? Really? I don’t see anything about what they’re doing that’s so bad…I mean, I guarantee you, I’d do the same thing they would right there!

Tom: And therein lies the reasoning.

*As the referee turns around and walks over to O’Hare, admonishing him and attempting to get him to remain outside the ring, Sean bolts over towards the corner Guillermo is at. Guillermo is just about ready to jump off, but as he prepares to make a leap, Sean McCann slides into the ring behind Casimiro’s back and jumps onto the turnbuckle in front of Guillermo, cracking him over the head with the Hurley and dropping it outside the ring as Miramontes topples off the turnbuckle and hits the floor with a crash. Shane manages to slip out of Casimiro’s powerbomb setup and turns around, hitting him in the head with a few big punches. Shane picks up Melendez, placing him in an electric chair position as Sean runs back up the turnbuckle, grabbing Casimiro by the head and executing a shiranui, driving his head right down to the mat before rolling out.*

Tom: The Electric Bread Slicer! Dammit, the match can’t end this way!

Jeannie: I don’t want to count out those two luscious Latin Lovers…but things don’t look good for them right about now!

*Coach O’Hare drops off the apron, finally, and the referee turns around, only to notice Shane covering up Casimiro Melendez in the ring. He runs over and counts the pin.*

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DING DING DING!

Finkel: Here are your winners of Round Seven…TEAM IRELAND!

Tom: Dammit! Team Ireland snatches another one. If things continue like this, they’ll have made a clean sweep of the entire night.

[Reynaldo Fernandéz]

*Shane gets back up to his feet, kicking Melendez out of the ring as he lands on the outside. Guillermo Miramontes staggers up to his feet, in a daze, and helps his partner up to his feet, the two of them slowly making their way up the ramp. Sean retrieves Coach O’Hare’s Hurley from outside the ring and walks around, handing it to him before returning to the inside. Shane walks back towards Team Ireland’s corner and prepares to take a position outside.*

Finkel: Introducing the team that drew NUMBER EIGHT…

*Static interrupts the Colvitron. It cuts to a shot of rolling hills, accompanied by faint panpipes. The camera sweeps across hills, lakes, valleys and moors, before hovering over a city. The camera’s eye dives down and starts roaming through the streets, the music changing from panpipes to various electronic instruments, still at low volume. The camera races through the streets before turning a corner, and ahead is the W*I*G Sphere. The camera races up to the building and goes through the entrance of the W*I*G Sphere, as the faint strums of a certain extended intro music start to play. The camera roams through the guts of the building, from the parking area up into the locker-room It goes through the locker-room and on, towards the gorilla position, then races up the steps and out through the curtain to face out onto the stage, just as it reaches here, the music starts fully and Rhapsody’s Emerald Sword blares over the PA. The footage cuts out as the Highland Diamonds walk out onto the stage.*

Finkel: Ladies & Gentlemen, please welcome the arrival to W*I*G, they are the current EWT World Tag Team Champions, from Aberdeen and Peru respectively at a combined weight of 476 lbs, Angus MacAngus, The Emerald Warrior…THE HIGHLAND DIAMONDS!

Jeannie: Wow!

Tom: The long awaited debut has touched down tonight for the Highland Diamonds! Contracted since November, yet they’ve never shown their faces in those 6 months!

Jenanie: Who cares how long its been! What matters is they’re here! A new set of champions on the roster, this should be interesting.

*The Diamonds come out cocky as ever, yet seem slightly more appreciative of the fans. Each walks down one side of the aisle, Angus slapping hands with the crowd while Warrior walks along and reaches out to a fan’s sign. Holding it and posing with him and the sign for the camera.*

Jeannie: I don’t believe this! They’re actually playing to the crowd? Since when did they decide they liked the fans?

Tom: Apparently the break from action and change of scenery’s seen a change of heart for the Highland Diamonds, they actually seem appreciative of the W*I*G audience.

*As the Diamonds are having fun, they suddenly smirk and look at each other. Angus, while high fiving fans, suddenly misses out a fan and flips the bird at him. When the fan gets angry, Angus, with an arrogant smile, pats the fan’s cheek and quickly backs off. Warrior however, while holding the fan’s sign and posing, pulls it away, rips it in half, and turns without a second glance at the fan. The 2 high five wand approach ringside with the same arrogant grins.

Jeannie: Ha!

Tom: Or maybe they aren’t. The Diamonds almost seeming to possess split personalities there, just another effort at jabbing at the fans. They can’t even let the audience enjoy their debut.

Jeannie: That was a faster double turn than even Vince Russo would pull.

*The Diamonds roll into the ring, Angus discards his kilt and turns around to face Sean McCann, with the Emerald Warrior stepping out onto the apron. The referee calls for the bell to begin the round.*

DING DING DING!

*Sean McCann and Angus MacAngus quickly lock up but it almost instantly turns into a chain of holds. Angus locks Sean in a head lock, twisting away, and uses a headlock takeover to bring McCann down to the mat. McCann brings his legs off the mat and wraps his legs around the head of MacAngus with a headscissors. Both men are stalemated, their holds having an approximately equal effect upon one another. After a short time, they both release their holds, getting back up to their feet. Angus grabs Sean’s left arm and wrenches it about, wringing it once. He prepares to elbow it around the shoulder, though Sean manages to roll through it and reverse the arm wrench. Sean wrenches Angus’ arm. Angus rolls forward, but Sean rolls with him, turning the arm wrench into a side armbar. Angus looks around for a moment, and with his free arm, reaches around and places Sean in a front face lock, kneeing him in the stomach once to break free of the arm ringer. He hits Sean over the back with a clubbing forearm and brings him back down to the mat. Angus keeps the face lock in for a bit, but then transitions over to Sean and applies a waist lock over top of him, picking him up and hitting a low, forward belly to back suplex. Angus turns him over and goes for the cover.*

Tom: Angus MacAngus of the Highland Diamonds exhibiting his technical expertise right now.

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KICKOUT!

*Angus picks him up by the head and hooks an arm over his shoulder, hoisting him up and readying to drop him back down with a suplex. Sean slips out and lands behind him, jumping up and locking in a sleeper hold from behind. Angus flails his arms around, trying to knock Sean from him, and turns his back to his own corner, backing up. He starts to pick up speed, intent on cornering Sean McCann in the corner of the Highland Diamonds. Suddenly, McCann releases the sleeper and drops off of him as he drives himself, back-first, into the corner. As Sean gets up to his feet and looks right at him, Angus glares, before glancing over his shoulder and making the tag to the Emerald Warrior.*

Jeannie: Well that kind of blew up in the face of MacAngus.

Tom: You might say that, and while it’s true he didn’t get the better of that exchange, he’s still on his feet and he’s made the tag to a fresh Emerald Warrior.

*The Emerald Warrior steps into the ring, and he and Sean McCann lock up, much like McCann did with Angus not long ago. Emerald Warrior whips McCann into the ropes, Sean running back off as he lowers his head, readying for a back body drop. Sean leapfrogs right over him, running back into the ropes. As Sean runs back at the Warrior, who turns around, Warrior grabs him and attempts to execute a hip toss that Sean blocks. Sean attempts to hip toss Emerald Warrior, but that ends up blocked as well. Emerald Warrior hits Sean with a few forearms into the face and finally manages to take the advantage and hip toss him to the mat. Before Sean can get to his feet, the Emerald Warrior quickly locks in a reverse chin lock on him, setting him up in a seated position. Sean tries to pull away at his arms to slip out of the hold, but the Warrior hits him with a forearm across the chest, before picking him up and whipping him into the corner of the Highland Diamonds. Emerald Warrior bolts straight at him, before suddenly pumping on the brakes and stomping entirely. He glances around, as if contemplating some huge move, but quickly leans in and slaps Sean in the face before tagging Angus back in.*

Jeannie: Oh! Insult to injury!

Tom: If the Emerald Warrior knows one thing besides the actual moves in the ring, it’s headgames. He’s got a mind as sharp as a chiseled stone.

Jeannie: Chiseled? Stone? So I’m not the only person at this commentary table who’s got a thing for Chaz then?! Ha!

Tom: Er…

*The Emerald Warrior whips Sean McCann into the ropes, ducking down into a prone position and allowing McCann to run over top of him. As soon as McCann does, however, Angus hits him right in the face with a spinning back elbow that knocks him right down to the mat. As the Emerald Warrior exits, Angus MacAngus goes for the pin.*

Tom: Er…anyway, fine double team move from Angus MacAngus and the Emerald Warrior.

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KICKOUT!

*Angus gets up and stomps Sean on the head and chest a few times, before dropping him down, turning him over and applying a wrist lock. Angus lifts a knee up above Sean’s back and drops it right into his bent arm, before slowly lifting that same knee and driving it right back in again. Angus slowly pulls himself up, hauling Sean up with him, but Sean quickly leans to a nearby rope and gets a break. Angus, rather than keep it locked in, voluntarily backs off as Sean gets to his feet, but then runs at Sean and forearms him in the face a few times, grabbing him around the head and upper torso and delivering a snap suplex. Angus picks him up by the head and smashes his head right into a knee, before throwing Sean back down to the mat and hooking a leg.*

Tom: That’s a nasty barrage of offense from Angus MacAngus. He’s definitely using his ring presence to wear down the already-weakened Sean McCann.

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SHOULDER UP!

*Angus, looking a bit disappointed at this, picks Sean back up and hits him with a few more forearms, before whipping him strongly into a neutral corner. As Sean slams into it, Angus MacAngus runs straight at him, throwing a clothesline. Sean dives to the side, Angus himself slamming into the corner, and Sean jumps onto the middle rope adjacent to the corner as Angus pulls himself out, flying at Angus and hitting him with a mid-air knee. As Angus hits the mat, flat on his back, Sean drags him towards his corner and makes the tag to Shane Malone. Shane steps in, picking Angus up and whipping him into his corner. Sean runs into the ropes, running at full speed towards Shane who grabs him by the arm, spinning him around and whipping him straight at MacAngus. Sean hits him with a flying forearm, right to the face, and slips out from under the middle rope as Shane makes a straight dash at Angus, smashing him into the corner with an avalanche. Shane pulls Angus out of the corner, throwing him to the mat and makes a cover with his forearm over Angus’ face.*

Jeannie: And the big man is in!

Tom: And the damage he’s dealt since the tag is already evident. Will that corner combination be enough to win this round?

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SHOULDER UP!

*Shane hauls up Angus by the head and easily lifts him up above his head, gorilla-press style. Malone holds him as high above his head as he can for a few seconds, before Gorilla Press Slamming MacAngus right back down to the mat. Shane stomps at his chest a few time and runs into the ropes, dropping an elbow straight across his face. Again, Shane goes for the cover.*

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KICKOUT!

Jeannie: Even though he kicked out, the damage has been done.

Tom: Right you are. Angus needs to make the tag or Team Ireland will not hesitate to exploit the situation as it is.

*Shane again picks up Angus MacAngus by the head, strong whipping him straight into a neutral corner, the sheer impact of it causing Angus to turn around and stagger out. As he does so, Malone advances towards him, hitting him with a few big punches. Angus, in a daze, responds with a few punches of his own, attempting to fight Shane Malone off. While it does seem to do some damage, Malone returns fire with a huge punch, one of his enormous paws clubbing Angus right in the head and causing the Scot to stagger forward, right into Malone, who picks him up and scoop slams him on the mat. Malone picks MacAngus right back up, lifting him and seating him backwards, right on the top of the turnbuckle. Shane turns back around and backs up, picking Angus up by the shoulders and walking him toward the center of the ring, Angus dangling by his shoulders, to prepare to deliver a crucifix powerbomb. MacAngus, while hanging, regains some of his composure and wriggles himself free of Malone’s grip, dropping to the mat. As soon as the “Celtic Giant” turns himself around, Angus superkicks him straight in the jaw, knocking him over as Angus drops to his knees and crawls over to his corner, making the tag to the Emerald Warrior. The Emerald Warrior helps him up as both of them go over to the recovering Malone, stomping and forearming him to keep him down. The referee admonishes MacAngus, telling him to exit the ring, which he promptly does, slowly walking towards his corner and exiting the ring.*

Tom: These two teams are both embracing tactics that aren’t exactly honorable.

Jeannie: Can you blame them? This is mutually assured destruction and action, and I think it makes for some solid viewing. If only I had a popcorn.

Tom: You can get a delicious, fresh Jumbo Popcorn at our concession stand for an unbelievably low price of only $6.99! Add a soda for only an additional $3.99!

Jeannie: Uh…yeah. Sure.

*The Emerald Warrior sits himself on top of Shane Malone’s back, locking in an armbar and pulling away, trying to separate arm from shoulder. Malone swipes at him, attempting to force him off, but the Warrior is able to keep his distance from each and every attempted strike, the armbar still locked in. Shane starts to pick himself up, getting to his knees, the arm still being pulled at by the Emerald Warrior. Malone finally manages to get a few good hits on the Emerald Warrior, knocking him off of his back. He gets up to his feet, the Emerald Warrior doing the same. The Warrior runs straight into the ropes, bolting back at Malone—but Malone catches him in a wheelbarrow, raising him high up…only for the Emerald Warrior to turn around in mid-air and drop him down to the mat with a bulldog. Quickly, the Emerald Warrior drops down and goes for the pin.*

Tom: Good counter. Will that do it?!

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SEAN BREAKS IT UP!

*Angus MacAngus runs into the ring, clotheslining Sean McCann over the top rope and exiting the ring on the same side as well. As the Emerald Warrior picks himself up, he runs back into the ropes, looking to take the now-standing but wobbling Shane Malone down with another high impact move. He again runs towards Shane at full speed, but as he jumps at Malone, Shane simply throws him over his shoulder and out of the ring, the Emerald Warrior spilling out onto the floor below. Shane now exits the ring as well, all four participants on the outside. Angus picks up Sean, hitting him with a few punches, but seeing the angry Coach O’Hare brandishing the Hurley and looking straight at him, Angus lets Sean go and turns his attention to the manager of team Ireland. As O’Hare backs away, Sean recuperates and shoots up to his feet, running up to Angus from behind and jumping up, grabbing his head and hitting him with a neckbreaker slam as O’Hare grins nearby. Meanwhile, the referee begins counting the two legal participants.*

Tom: Chaos ensues and Team Ireland takes advantage of it. Really, how much longer is this going to persist?

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*Shane pulls the Emerald Warrior up by the head and throws him into the ring apron, back first, before hitting him with a couple big punches.*

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*Shane then pulls him off, by an arm, quickly picking him up and hoisting him onto his shoulder, looking to give him a Snake-Eyes onto the ring steps.*

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*As Shane runs toward the ring steps, the Emerald Warrior slips out from behind him, pushing Shane towards the steps as he crashes into them, legs first.*

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*The Emerald Warrior rolls into the ring, slowly pulling himself up to his feet as Angus slides into the ring as well, withdrawing back to the Highland Diamonds’ corner.*

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*Suddenly, Sean McCann climbs up onto the ring apron, jumping onto the top rope and springboarding off, taking Angus down with a flying clothesline just as he’s halfway across the ring!*

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*Shane finally pulls himself back into the ring, the Emerald Warrior turning to face Sean McCann and attempt to drive him from the ring. While he runs at Sean, who exits the ring by sliding out from under the bottom rope, he succeeds, but he turns around, only to be caught with a huge spear from the “Celtic Giant.” Shane hooks the leg!

Jeannie: Whenever Shane charges into someone…bad things happen.

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FOOT ON THE ROPES!

*Shane staggers back up to his feet, noticing Sean who’s back on the ring apron. He slowly walks over, making the tag to his partner. Sean vaults over the top rope and climbs to the turnbuckle. Shane grabs the Emerald Warrior by the head, standing him up to his feet, and lifts his left arm up, Sean jumping off the turnbuckle and hitting it with a downward forearm on the way down. As the Emerald Warrior staggers back, Sean takes him down with a fireman’s carry, before wrenching at that same arm and dropping a leg across it. He then picks up the Emerald Warrior, kicking him in the abdomen and whipping him into the ropes. He tries to take the Emerald Warrior down with an arm drag, but the Warrior spins around and picks Sean up around the shoulder and torso, before hitting him with a backdrop suplex. The Emerald Warrior slowly picks himself up to his feet, and turns around, Sean getting up around the same time. He tries to whip Sean into the Highland Diamonds’ corner, but Sean reverses, instead sending the Emerald Warrior into his corner, allowing him to tag Angus MacAngus back in. Sean doesn’t even have enough time to face-palm for allowing the tag to be made, before Angus bolts in and begins trading forearms with him, overpowering Sean and whipping him into the ropes. He throws another superkick, but Sean rolls under it and quickly makes the tag to Shane Malone, the Giant re-entering the ring.*

Jeannie: Uh-oh…he’s back in.

Tom: Sean McCann has got to be worn down at this point, and Shane Malone, thanks to his durability, probably still has something left in the tank…

*Sean and Shane double-clothesline Angus, taking him down to the mat as the Emerald Warrior comes rushing back in. They attempt to double clothesline him, too, though he ducks and jumps into their corner’s turnbuckle, turning around and jumping back off, taking Shane down with a crossbody. Sean turns around, kicking him in the stomach and taking him down with a hurricanrana, but as soon as he gets back up, he is taken down with a clothesline by Angus MacAngus. Angus dives over to Shane and makes the pin.*

Tom: Quick clothesline! Will that be enough?

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KICKOUT!

*Angus gets to his feet, helping the Emerald Warrior up with him as well, as they pick up Shane Malone and throw him into the corner as he bounces back out, the Emerald Warrior jumping onto the turnbuckle. Sean McCann instantly jumps to his feet, running to the ropes adjacent to the Emerald Warrior and jumping on top of them, turning to face the Warrior. Noticing this, Angus MacAngus runs at him trying to forearm him and knock him off the ropes. But Sean jumps off, hitting the Emerald Warrior with a springboard dropkick and knocking both of them to the outside, Coach O’Hare running over to McCann and trying to help him up. MacAngus staggers toward the corner, catching his breath for a moment, but then all of a sudden notices Shane Malone barreling toward him. At the last second, he dives to the side, Malone sending himself shoulder-first into the ring post as he groans from the pain. As the stunned Malone staggers out, Angus, using the ropes to pull himself up, spins around and jumps onto the turnbuckle, facing Shane. He leaps off, going for the Flying Scotsman, but Malone catches him in mid-air, before turning him around and interlocking their arms.*

Jeannie: Uh-oh…

Tom: Is he…yes! I think he’s going to go for it! That patented Dragon Slayer!

*Shane does indeed throw Angus upward for the Dragon Slayer, but Angus flips backwards, behind him. As the still-dazed Malone turns around, Angus manages to quickly, in one fluid motion, grab him by the throat and lift him up, driving him down to the mat with the Saltire! Angus drops down and hooks a leg, O’Hare trying to get the spent Sean McCann back onto his own two legs on the outside.*

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DING DING DING!

Tom: The Highland Diamonds are unlikely heroes for the moment, and Team Ireland’s probably not all too happy about this. Particularly not Coach O’Hare.

Jeannie: Even the best laid plans are bound to fail sooner or later…

*O’Hare bites his lower lip, pounding the side of the ring apron as Sean finally shakes the cobwebs out and rolls into the ring, only to realize that the round is over.*

Finkel: Here are your winners of Round Eight…THE HIGHLAND DIAMONDS!

*Sean and Coach O’Hare pull Shane Malone out of the ring, helping him to get up to his feet as the two defeated members of Team Ireland—and their very angry Coach—make their way up the ramp, the Emerald Warrior rolling back into the ring as he regains his composure.*

Tom: Well that’s it…I believe only one round remains. The Highland Diamonds have to have their adrenaline rushing at full right now.

Jeannie: I think you’re right. That round against Team Ireland was no easy task, and what’s more, now they have to deal with ANOTHER round…the one that ultimately decides who walks home with the tag titles.

Finkel: The final round, NUMBER NINE…will be held under no-disqualification rules. No moves, weapons, or anything else will be barred in this round. Without further ado…introducing the team that drew NUMBER NINE…

*Apache quickly picks up on the Colvintron, as the lights begin to dim from inside the arena. Following this, a series of multi colored lasers begin to form, now circling the area as purple smoke begins to billow in front of the entrance way. The crowd cheers with anticipation, as a familiar pair emerges from the entrance way, Faboon emerging from the smoke pushing what appears to be... a shopping kart, full of plunder from the looks of the ring. Seated in the child's seat of the vehicle, Zeleke kicks his legs about, a pair of maniacal grins upon both of these lunatic's faces. Occupying this cart are a number of odd weapons, such as a barb wire wrapped foam cowboy hat, a wooden walking stick, a deck of cards, a giant teddy bear, a hockey stick and puck, and a lawn flamingo.*

Finkel: Introducing the final team, from Foreign Alien Island, at a combined weight of 399 pounds, Zeleke Ekelez and Faboon Noobaf, Team Raftshack!

Tom: Raftshack! The crowd is on its feet! And the two of them have brought some…interesting weapons.

Jeannie: If any of those prove useful in this match—and I’m not going to lie here—I’ll be as shocked as anyone else.

Tom: I won’t be. Raftshack is unorthodox. And in a no-disqualification situation, unorthodoxy is exactly what you need.

*The Raftshackians continue to stroll down towards the ring with this weaponry. It seems these two came prepared just in case they were chosen to enter last. The two abandon this cart outside of the ring, before quickly sliding into it at the same time, flipping back to their feet and looking on with a pair of rather manical expressions, eyes darting wildly about. No man from either team seems interested in leaving the ring, all of them staring at each other, waiting for someone to make the first move. The referee looks at all four of them, looks back to the timekeeper, and calls for the bell to begin this final round.*

DING DING DING!

Tom: This is it! The round to determine which team will walk out of Attrition with the W*I*G World Tag Team Championship titles. Team Raft Shack and the Highland Diamonds.

Jeannie: I’m putting my money on whoever wins.

*Out of the blue, both of the Highland Diamonds run at the Raftshackians. Angus charges at Faboon, hitting him with a few forearms to the face and whipping him right into the ropes. The Emerald Warrior grabs Zeleke and whips into the ropes opposite, grabbing him and throwing him upward for a flapjack as he runs back at him, but Zeleke pushes on him on his way up, moving him out of his way as he lands on his feet, getting back up. Angus MacAngus grabs Faboon, executing a Northern lights suplex and going for the pin by bridging.*

Tom: Solid suplex and a bridge.

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*As Faboon gets up, the bridge narrowing as both men get up back to back, Zeleke runs at MacAngus, hitting him right in the face with a dropkick and knocking him over. The Emerald Warrior runs at Zeleke, throwing a clothesline, Ekelez dodging out of the way as the Warrior runs over the top rope and falls out on the floor, quickly getting up and turning around. Not wasting a moment, Zeleke runs over towards him, vaulting over the top rope and hitting him with a somersault plancha, sandwiching the Emerald Warrior onto the mat. Faboon grabs Angus by the head, picking him up and throwing him into a corner. He hits him in the stomach with a kick and runs back towards the opposite corner, turning around and picking up speed as he makes a beeline for MacAngus. Faboon leaps up into the air, flying at him. Angus ducks to the side as Faboon goes into the corner—but he lands with his feet on the bottom turnbuckle, his hands on the ropes. As Angus turns around, he notices Faboon grinning right at him as he leaps off of the turnbuckle with a flying tackle and knocks him over onto the mat. Faboon covers him up.*

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Tom: That certainly was close. Raftshack is already exhibiting their high-energy nature.

*Meanwhile, outside of the ring, Zeleke picks up the Emerald Warrior, whipping him into the retaining barrier next to a corner of the ring. Zeleke jumps onto the ring apron, running in the direction of the Warrior, and jumps off, only to receive a punch to the stomach from the Emerald Warrior, who pulls himself out of the corner. The Emerald Warrior grabs him by the head and shoulders, picking him up, and throws him into the ring apron. Zeleke bounces off, allowing the Emerald Warrior to use the momentum to grab him around the waist and give him an extremely fluid, overhead belly-to-belly suplex onto the floor padding.*

Jeannie: I’m sure he’ll be feeling that one tomorrow.

Tom: No doubt.

*Back in the ring, Faboon grabs Angus by the arm, picking him up and wrenching at it. He wrings it once, as MacAngus gets to his feet, wincing in pain. Angus winds up to throw a punch at Faboon, who dodges it as he spins around behind Angus and applies a hammerlock. He then pushes Angus forward, into the ropes, and runs backward, bouncing into the ropes opposite as both men come running at one another. Faboon jumps at Angus with a crossbody, however, Angus catches him in mid-air and lifts him up, hitting him with a backbreaker onto his knee. Angus then lifts him up again and hits him with another before dropping down and covering him with a lateral press. The referee goes to count the pin.*

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*Angus locks Faboon Noobaf in a reverse chinlock on the mat, applying a body scissors to keep him down. Back outside the ring, the Emerald Warrior can be seen hitting Zeleke Ekelez with a few overhand forearms to the upper back. He then picks him up, going to whip him into the ring steps. Zeleke reverses halfway through and instead of Zeleke going into the ring steps, the Emerald Warrior barrels into it, slamming into the top of them stomach-first. Zeleke slides into the ring and goes over to Angus MacAngus and Faboon, stomping at Angus’ back and making him break the hold. Zeleke picks up Angus, whipping him into a corner, and pulls up Faboon, helping him onto his feet. As Angus turns himself around in the corner, both Raftshackians run towards him, the two of them side-by-side as they leap up and hit him with a double avalanche, both of them bouncing out of the corner as he falls into a sitting position, slumping forward. Faboon turns around, running over to Angus and picking him up and whipping him out of the corner. Zeleke leapfrogs over top of Angus, who goes into the corner opposite. Zeleke turns around and runs at Angus, jumping up and taking him back out of the corner with a monkey flip. Zeleke drops down to go for the cover.*

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*The Emerald Warrior, who has just entered the ring, manages to double axe handle Zeleke over top of the back and break the pinfall. Faboon runs over at him and goes jumps at him with a dropkick, but the Emerald Warrior throws him over the top rope and out of the ring. The Emerald Warrior runs over to Zeleke, stomping at him and helping Angus back up. Both of them continue to stomp at Zeleke, before picking him up and hitting a double suplex on him. Angus covers him while the Emerald Warrior turns around, keeping his eye on Faboon who picks himself up to his feet.*

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*Faboon runs toward the ring, as if to slide into it. The Emerald Warrior reaches by dropping an elbow, missing entirely as Faboon pulls himself back out of the ring, turning around and running to a side of the ring perpendicular to that which he is next to. The Emerald Warrior gets back up, running in that direction as Angus picks up Zeleke and throws him into a corner, hitting him with a cavalcade of boxing-style jabs and straights. Again, Faboon goes to slide into the ring. The Emerald Warrior takes initiative with a baseball slide, Faboon stopping outside the ring and ducking it. Faboon jumps up and pulls him out of the ring, by the legs, whipping him into the Armenian announce table. Faboon quickly slides into the ring, running towards Angus who continues his beatdown of Zeleke in the corner, his punches further and further softening up the Raftshackian. Faboon jumps at Angus, grabbing him from behind with a sleeper hold and scissoring him around the waist with his legs, Angus flailing his arms about as he spins around, trying to shake Noobaf off of him and break out of the hold.*

Tom: This can’t be good for Angus MacAngus. First off, he’s already tired.

Jeannie: And now a sleeper hold? And it’s not a hasty looking one, either.

Tom: He’s got to be careful. If he and his partner get worn down, this match could get VERY ugly for them.

*Finally, Angus, staggering about and nearly toppled over, runs backward as fast as he can into the corner Zeleke is recovering in. Angus crashes Faboon into Zeleke, who is, in turn, crashed into the corner, MacAngus staggering out as Faboon releases him from the sleeper. Angus turns around, pulling Faboon out of the corner and lifting him up with a vertical suplex, dropping him into the mat and covering him up as the Emerald Warrior slides back into the ring.*

Tom: Vertical suplex, and a fluid one at that.

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*MacAngus and the Emerald Warrior both pick up Faboon, each of them kicking him in the stomach and whipping him into the ropes. They go for a double clothesline, Faboon ducking under it as he runs to the ropes opposite. As both of them turn around, he jumps onto the middle rope, springboarding off and hitting both of them with a moonsault. He lands more directly on Angus MacAngus and covers him up.*

Tom: Amazing offense in the clutch from Faboon!

Jeannie: Talk about killing two birds with one stone. One crazy stone made entirely out of energy.

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*Zeleke pulls himself out of the corner, running over to Angus as Faboon pulls him up to his feet. They hit him with a double dropkick, knocking him back over onto the mat as the two Raftshackians pick up the Emerald Warrior, whipping him out over the top rope. He manages to hang on to the rope, landing on the apron. Faboon goes over to Angus, stomping at him as Zeleke runs toward the Emerald Warrior. The Warrior hits him with a strong shoulder to the abdomen, between the topes, and grabs him, lifting him up and suplexing him out onto the floor below. In the ring, Faboon goes to pick up Angus but is elbowed in the stomach repeatedly and slammed to the mat with a fireman’s carry. Angus stomps at him repeatedly, turning around and going to the outside of the ring. After rolling out, Angus helps the Emerald Warrior up to his feet before picking him Zeleke and pushing him into the retaining barrier. The Emerald Warrior disappears under the ring for a moment, searching for a weapon.*

Jeannie: I’m shocked nobody has looked there yet, especially considering the stipulations.

Tom: The opportunity hasn’t existed yet. Now that there’s a break in the action, it gives the Emerald Warrior a chance to find something that might tip the scales in his favor.

*As Angus begins to waylay Zeleke with a barrage of heavy punches, Ekelez pinned against the barrier with no room to escape to the side, Faboon runs towards all three men outside of the ring, looking to perform a plancha. Before he can reach the ropes, the Emerald Warrior appears in front of him, jumping onto the apron and holding a sledgehammer which he tries to swing at him. Instead of jumping up, Faboon baseball slides between his legs, disappearing behind him and forearming Angus in the back of the head, grabbing him from behind and throwing him into the ring apron, the shockwave causing the Emerald Warrior to drop his weapon and nearly fall off of the apron. Faboon runs away from the trio, turning around and running up the ring steps and onto the apron, grabbing at the head of the Emerald Warrior to try to bulldog him—but as the Emerald Warrior is taken off the apron, he pushes Faboon off of him, sending Noobaf into the retaining barrier. All four men are in a daze, with Angus and Zeleke shakily remaining on their feet.*

Tom: The nature of this match is taking its toll on all four of them right now.

Jeannie: I know, I think the Emerald Warrior and Faboon need mouth to mouth!

Tom: You don’t even CARE who it is, do you?

Jeannie: Not really.

Tom: Beggars can’t be choosers, I guess.

Jeannie: You’re ri—HEY!

*Angus pushes himself off of the ring apron, picking up the sledgehammer dropped by the Emerald Warrior and taking a swing at Zeleke. Zeleke suddenly ducks to the side, bolting off in the direction of the shopping cart. Angus follows up not far behind, taking another swing at him, but Zeleke is able to open up the distance and jumps over the shopping cart, pushing it into Angus who trips and falls over. Zeleke grabs the deck of playing cards and opens them, pulling all of them out and throwing the container away. As Angus gets up, be begins to throw the cards at him, Gambit-style, but these have absolutely no effect on the enraged Scotsman who swats them away with his free hand, taking another swing at Zeleke. Zeleke continues to dodge around, throwing more cards, but finally drops the remaining half of the deck on the mat between him and Angus. Angus charges at him, brandishing the sledgehammer, but his feet step onto the mess of playing cards, and he slips, falling onto his back as Zeleke makes a lap around the ring like a maniac.*

Jeannie: Proof that strange little man is totally insane.

Tom: So, now you should be shocked about the weapons, remember?

Jeannie: Remember? I can’t even think straight with all the insanity going on.

*By this point, Faboon and the Emerald Warrior have both made it up to their feet, and are exchanging shots with one another due to the close quarters they’re in. The Emerald Warrior hits Faboon with a European uppercut, knocking him back into the retaining barrier. He grabs Noobaf and puts him in a front face lock, readying for a DDT. Just before he can do this, Zeleke runs up to him from behind, hitting him with a jumping knee to the upper back. The Emerald Warrior staggers forward, releasing the face lock. Zeleke jumps up onto the retaining barrier and takes him down with a short, torpedo dropkick. Faboon recovers and turns around, only to see an extremely angry Angus MacAngus take him back down with a single shot from the sledgehammer. As Faboon falls over, back into the retaining barrier, Angus again gives chase to Zeleke who slides into the ring and runs towards the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Angus climbs up and into the ring, Zeleke headed straight for him after bouncing off the ropes. Angus MacAngus takes a wide swing at him, Zeleke ducking underneath. Zeleke quickly jumps onto the ropes, jumping off and landing on top of Angus’ shoulders, pounding at the top of his head with two overhand, rapid fire fists. Angus staggers forward, turning around, looking ready to topple over from the repeated blows. He falls backward, hoping to slam Zeleke around, electric chair style. Zeleke hops off at the last second, Angus falling onto the mat on his back. Angus gets up, Zeleke running at him again, but catches him around the waist, ready to belly to belly suplex him. Zeleke attempts to block it suddenly embraces the Scot, leaning in with his head and locking lips with MacAngus, the Scot’s eyes bulging, nearly out of their sockets, just from the pure shock of it.*

Tom: That’s…certainly unique.

Jeannie: I’m surprised you’re not asking him for one, Tom.

Tom: What do you mean? You’re the one obsessed with that sort of stuff, not me.

Jeannie: You know what? Never mind.

*Angus, still rather shocked from this, releases Zeleke, turning around and wiping at his face. Zeleke grabs him by the arm, whipping him into a corner. Faboon, having gotten back up to his feet, runs toward his shopping cart, pulling out the barbed wire-wrapped hat at one of the few points of it which isn’t covered in wire. Zeleke runs at Angus, who pushes himself out of the corner and hits him with a huge lariat that sends him tumbling to the mat. As Angus gets up to his feet, turning around, Faboon jumps onto the apron, before jumping onto the turnbuckle, and jumps off, slamming the barbed wire hat on top of his head. Angus winces in pain, all the barbed wire pushed down onto his skull, a few cuts and abrasions showing up on his head in the form of droplets of blood. Faboon kicks him in the stomach, doubling him over. The Emerald Warrior runs into the ring, barreling at Faboon he drops down prone, the Warrior colliding into his partner as both of them tumble down to the mat, the barbed wire from the foam hat ripping both of them open. Faboon quickly goes for a pin on Angus.*

Jeannie: Dear Lord…they used THAT right too. I’m amazed he didn’t go Kung Lao on the Highland Diamonds with that thing.

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*Faboon gets up, his head slightly tilted to the side as he cooks up another bizarre scheme in his head. His eyes light up as something reaches fruition in his head. Faboon goes over to Zeleke, helping him up as the Emerald Warrior and Angus get up to their feet. Both Raftshackians run to opposite corners, taunting at different members of the Highland Diamonds. Angus runs toward Zeleke and the Emerald Warrior runs towards Faboon. Both Highland Diamonds are stopped short as they each get a kick the stomach and are whipped toward one another, the Raftshackians running towards the potential collision. But Angus jumps over the Emerald Warrior, who baseball slides, both of them avoiding one another. Angus runs at Faboon, taking him down with a lariat and the Emerald warrior slides under Zeleke. Zeleke turns around, but the Emerald Warrior, back to his feet, runs at him and kicks him straight in the jaw with the Emerald Gleam! Zeleke crumples down to the mat as the Emerald Warrior drops down to make the cover, Angus, carefully removing the precariously-placed barbed wire hat from his head and dropping it outside of the ring.*

Tom: I bet Angus is glad that thing is off of him.

Jeannie: What? Naw. I’m sure he’s so disappointed he won’t have bits of metal ripping into his skin.

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*Both Angus and the Emerald Warrior look quite angry at this. Angus goes toward the referee, either interested in starting up some pleasant conversation or punching him unconscious, but the Emerald Warrior stops him, pointing outside the ring and uttering something to him inaudible to the camera. Angus nods and both of them roll outside the ring, disappearing under it and pulling out a ladder. They slide it into the ring and both roll back in, picking it up.*

Tom: A ladder. And things have just heated up even more.

Jeannie: Yeah, but the question is what they’re going to do with it. I’d hate to see it just fall into the periphery, given the nature of this match.

Tom: I kind of have to agree, actually.

*Both Faboon and Zeleke get up, holding their heads as they stagger on their feet. Angus and the Emerald Warrior, holding the ladder from opposite ends, run parallel to the Raftshackians, pushing the ladder into them and knocking both of them over. Angus quickly slides out of the ring, leaving the ladder to the Emerald Warrior, who sets it up in the middle of the ring, grabbing Zeleke by the head and throwing him out under the top rope, to the outside next to his shopping cart. The Emerald Warrior turns himself around, as Angus pulls a simple, wooden table out from under the ring, sliding it in. As the Emerald Warrior climbs up the ladder, Angus sets up the table and grabs Faboon, laying him on top of it. Angus then turns his attention to Zeleke, who is outside of the ring and rolls outside, stomping at him to keep him from interfering. The Emerald Warrior turns himself backwards, before leaping off moonsault-style, turning himself around in mid-air as he falls toward Zeleke.*

Tom: What a high risk maneuver from the Emerald Warrior—the devastating Five Star Moonsault!

*But Faboon rolls to the side in the nick of time, falling off the table as the Emerald Warrior sends himself crashing through as he hits the mat face-first. Outside, Angus MacAngus, none the wiser of what has taken place behind his back, stomps as Zeleke in such a fury that he knocks the shopping cart over. He reaches over, grabbing the walking stick, and lifts it up high, ready to crack it across the head of Zeleke. Just as he finishes winding up and begins to take his downward swing, Zeleke grabs the hockey stick out of the cart and blocks the attack, bits of wood and plastic scattering everywhere. Angus winds back up, going to swing again, but Zeleke, still holding onto the hockey stick, reaches it around Angus’ leg and pulls it toward him, the head of the stick taking Angus’ right foot out from under him. Angus staggers back, off-balance and Zeleke pulls out the hockey puck, dropping it on the floor and taking a quick shot, the puck landing just under Angus’ foot as he steps down. He again slips, this time forwards, and Zeleke quickly winds the hockey stick up and smacks it into the head of MacAngus, knocking him over as the Raftshackian falls over onto the apron from the sheer momentum of his follow-through, the stick flying away from the vicinity. Meanwhile, in the ring, Faboon drapes an arm across the chest of the Emerald Warrior. The referee drops down to count the pin.*

Tom: That’s got to be it!

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Tom: I can’t believe it.

Jeannie: Don’t count any of these four out, Tom.

*Faboon sits himself up, his hands on his head from frustration for a brief moment. He slowly pulls himself up to his feet, using the ropes to get up, and grabs the ladder, folding it up and placing it in a corner. Zeleke scrambles into the ring, hauling himself up to his feet, and turns to face Faboon. Both of them pick up the Emerald Warrior, grabbing him by opposite arms and whipping him into the ladder. As he ricochets off, the throw him onto the middle rope, his head sticking outside of the ring. They both run into the ropes opposite, perfectly parallel to one another, and run towards the ropes, grabbing on and hitting the Emerald Warrior with a double 619!*

Tom: Dial that Phone!

Jeannie: What phone?

*The force of the impact sends the Emerald Warrior staggering halfway across the ring as he flops, flat on his back. Both Faboon and Zeleke run over to the fallen Emerald Warrior, covering him with a double lateral press.*

Jeannie: That’s it…

Tom: I think we’ve got new tag champs on our hands as I speak…

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ANGUS BREAKS IT UP!

Tom: That was close. Closer than perhaps any fall in this match.

*Angus, his face bloodied from before, manages to knock both Raftshackians off of the Emerald Warrior and break up the pin with not a second to spare. Angus picks up Zeleke, whipping him into the corner with the ladder, and then whips Faboon into the ropes. He swings for a lariat, missing, and turns around as Faboon runs back at him. He bends down, ready to go for a back body drop, but Faboon grabs him around the head, executing a swinging neckbreaker and taking him down to the mat. Faboon goes for the cover.*

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*Zeleke, staggering back, shakes the cobwebs out of his head and sets the latter up next to the corner. Faboon picks up Angus and jumps up, giving him a hurricanrana and bringing him down to the mat. Zeleke climbs jumps onto the turnbuckle, climbing up the ladder. The Emerald Warrior jumps to his feet, running towards the ladder. Faboon covers the distance to the ladder faster than the Emerald Warrior can, beating him to it and giving him an enzuiguri that sends him right out of the ring. Faboon jumps onto the top rope, vaulting over and hitting the downed Warrior with a senton. Zeleke, meanwhile, looks at the still-downed Angus MacAngus after reaching the top of the ladder, leaping off and flipping about shooting star-style, his leg headed straight down in the direction of MacAngus’ head.*

Tom: Lemon with a Twist of Mango!

Jeannie: That sounds delicious, can I get one too? Oh wait.

*Angus rolls away, Zeleke missing him by an inch and leg dropping the mat, groaning in pain as Angus picks himself up to his feet. Faboon runs at him, hitting him with a running kick and helping Zeleke up. Both men begin to kick at Angus, back and forth on opposite sides, igniting the Foot Frenzy. As Angus is just about entirely out of it, the Emerald Warrior can be seen reaching for something under the ring. Faboon and Zeleke both punch Angus in the stomach, doubling him over, before walking to opposite sides, Zeleke behind Angus and Faboon in front of him, both of them facing him, waiting for him to pick himself back up to a standing position.*

Tom: This looks like the setup for the Halt Grinder…the very tag finisher of Raft Shack! They’re on the verge of winning this match right here!

*Suddenly, the Emerald Warrior jumps onto a turnbuckle, a steel chair in his hands. Angus is about to stand straight up and both Faboon and Zeleke are about to perform the Halt Grinder. Zeleke executes the sweep kick portion, taking Angus down…but realizes the Faboon is also down, the Emerald Warrior standing over him with a dented chair. Zeleke runs at him, the Warrior taking a swing at his head. Zeleke ducks, running to the ropes and jumping off of them, and taking the Emerald Warrior down with a moonsault. Just as he gets to his feet, he turns around, only to be caught by Angus MacAngus, who takes him down with an exploder suplex. Angus drops down and goes for the cover.*

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Tom: This match has got to be wearing all of them down to the point of total exhaustion.

Jeannie: I wouldn’t be shocked if all FOUR of them were running on fumes now.

*Angus gets up to his feet, picking up Zeleke and scoop slamming him down to the mat, helping the Emerald Warrior up as well. The Emerald Warrior goes to pick the steel chair back up, noticing Faboon to be picking himself up. He waits behind Faboon, the chair raised, ready to crack him over the top of the head. Suddenly, Faboon turns around and hits him with a wheel kick, knocking the Emerald Warrior down and knocking the chair out of his hands. Angus charges at Faboon, who grabs him by the arm and gives him an arm drag, taking him down. Angus gets back up to his feet and charges at Faboon again, who this time ducks him entirely, dropping down prone. Angus steps over him while running, but as soon as Faboon drops down, Angus now sees Zeleke running at him, grinning wildly with the steel chair in hand. Angus pumps on the brakes, covering his head up. Zeleke, instead, thrusts the chair into his stomach, making him double over. Zeleke hits him with a sitout jawbreaker, sending Angus spinning around. Faboon then takes him down with a diamond cutter. Zeleke runs into the ropes, readying to leapfrog over Faboon and splash Angus, but is suddenly taken down from the side by the Emerald Warrior, who hits him with a running elbow, sending him sprawling on the edge of the ring. Faboon turns around, running at the Emerald Warrior. The Emerald Warrior throws a clothesline at him that he ducks, running into the ropes, jumping onto the second one and jumping back off, plancha style. As he zooms at the Emerald Warrior, he is suddenly caught by him and given a fluid Emerald Fusion, sending him crumpling to the mat. Angus, still too dazed to think of any strategy besides avoiding being pinned, rolls out of the ring. As the Emerald Warrior gets up to one knee, Zeleke runs at him, running onto his knees and taking him down with a shining wizard! Zeleke looks towards the ladder, and feeling emboldened, fixates his eyes on it and runs toward it as fast as he can, climbing up to the very top, the Emerald Warrior still flat on his back. He signals for a moonsault, pointing back, and bends his knees, ready to jump off.*

Tom: He’s going to go for a moonsault. Should that connect, the match is definitely going to be over right here!

Jeannie: Oh man, this tension is so thick I can’t cut it, even with a knife. Got a chainsaw?

Tom: Check under the ring.

*Suddenly, he feels his feet begin to slip. He cocks is head to the side, realizing the ladder to be tipping over, the bloodied Angus MacAngus sitting in the ring next to the toppling ladder, leaning on the ropes. Zeleke goes crashing to the outside with the ladder, flat on his back.*

Tom: Good Lord! That’s got to have hurt!

Jeannie: No impact from that height wouldn’t, Tom.

*As Faboon gets to his feet, he turns around. Angus begins punching at him with a combo of jabs and hooks, each successive punch sending him in reeling. Angus grabs him, whipping him to the corner, but Faboon reverses the whip, sending Angus into it instead. Faboon bolts at him, hitting him with a double dropkick and knocking him further into the corner. Faboon turns around, only to see the Emerald Warrior looking straight at him. The Warrior kicks him in the stomach, lifting him up Dominator-style and holding him up. Angus, still a bit dazed, climbs the turnbuckles, lined up with the Emerald Warrior and the dangling Faboon Noobaf. Angus jumps off, diving towards Faboon and driving him down with a Scotch double stomp as the Emerald Warrior turns the dominator into a codebreaker, Faboon crumpling between the two Highlands Diamonds, as he ricochets off of the Emerald Warrior’s knees and hits the mat flat on his back, all three men laying in the ring. Angus crawls over to him and rolls himself onto Faboon, hooking the leg as Zeleke staggers up to his feet, moving toward the ring.*

Jeannie: The Scottish Jewel Drop!

Tom: And Zeleke is on his feet…come on! Don’t stop now! It’s not over yet!

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*Zeleke slides into the ring, bolting towards the pinning predicament and forming an axe handle, diving towards it…*




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DING DING DING!

*The crowd boos extremely loudly as Zeleke misses the mark by a split second, knocking Angus off of Faboon just as the 3-count is made. Zeleke pounds at the mat, struggling to help the KO’d Faboon out of the ring. The referee leans outside the ring, grabbing the W*I*G World Tag Team Championship titles, handing them to both of the barely-conscious Highland Diamonds.*

Finkel: Here are your winners…and NEEEEEEEWWWWWW WRESTLING’S INNOVATIVE GENESIS WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…THE HIGHLAND DIAMONDS!

*Both Angus and the Emerald Warrior stagger up to their feet, battered, bloodied and bruised, as they raise their title belts as high as they can, leaning back against the ropes, as the defeated Raft Shack makes its way up the aisle, Faboon laboring to make it up, even with Zeleke’s help. Both of Raft Shack turn to face the victorious Diamonds, Angus and the Emerald Warrior pointing to their titles, glaring back at Raft Shack.*

Tom: I can’t believe it. The Highland Diamonds have done it…and in their debut match no less!

Jeannie: And from the looks of it, I don’t think anyone with any sense can say they didn’t deserve it.

Tom: Regardless, that doesn’t mean you can’t count out Raft Shack, who were literally on the brink of winning this match quite a few times. In fact, all of these teams put out a class-A performance and frankly, I don’t think any of them were undeserving of a right to the titles tonight.

Jeannie: What about the Superstars?

Tom: Except them.

*As the two new tag champs stand in the ring, hardly able to remain on their feet but feeling triumphant regardless as they hold the belts high, the camera slowly fades to a few commercials for such things as the next Vindication, the Lucifer Satanicus DVD boxed set, and the newest products at W*I*G Shopzone.com.*

[Reynaldo Fernandéz]

*Bell Rings*

The Fink: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next contest is a special Guitar on a Pole Mixed Gender Tag Team Match. The only way that any team can win is if they take the guitar off the 15 foot pole and use that guitar on their opponent. Doing so makes that team, the champion.

*I’d start a revolution hits and the crowd is cheering for the two rockers as they come out to the W*I*Gsphere. Both of them wearing identical outfits and are giving the fans high-fives and heading on down to the ring pointing at the guitar and motioning to the fans that they will crack that guitar over Vile’s head.*

The Fink: Introducing first, already into the ring, Tanya Flaire and Lily-Rose!

Bailey: The crowd on their feet for these two ladies as they look forward to smashing that guitar over Vile’s head.

Lawless: As long as they don’t smash it over Joshua’s head. I would hate to see that happen, but Vile’s head is fair game.

*March to the scaffold hits and the crowd starts to boo, but there are some cheers, albeit faint ones as Joshua makes his way down to the ring. With that cool, calm and collected look, he enters the ring, soon to be followed up by Goodbye Blood and Rose as the crowd gets even more perturbed as Vile makes her way into the arena. As she steps into the ring she stares at the guitar, envisioning smashing it over her opponents head.*

The Fink: And their opponents, from the Land of Purity, weighing in at 222 pounds, Joshua and his tag team partner, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 170 pounds, VILE!

*Bell Rings*

Bailey: Match is on and we have a brawl by the ladies.

*Tanya immediately goes after Joshua who gives Tanya a sharp kick to the midsection, whereas Lily goes after Vile. Vile ducks Lily’s clothesline, but gets blasted by a sharp dropkick by Lily. Lily then immediately gets on top of her and lays in some stiff punches, but is kicked in the back of the head by Joshua. Vile immediately springs up and gets on top of Lily and gives her some punches right back. Tanya wastes no time getting up and gives Joshua a dropkick of her own. Tanya gives Vile a short Dropkick as well. Both Vile and Joshua roll out to the outside.*

Bailey: The ladies are on a rockin’ roll right now.

Lawless: That’s the worst pun I’ve heard since Jamacian’ Me Crazy.

*Vile and Joshua are regrouping in the background, but both Tanya and Lily jump over the top rope and land on them. The crowd cheers as the two rockers lay the make-shift team out on the outside. Tanya picks up Vile and rolls her in as Lily decides to get some hardware from ringside in the form of a steel chair. As soon as Lily gets to Joshua, he kicks the chair into Lily’s face as she goes down. Tanya gives Vile an Irish whip to the ropes, but Vile reverses and gives Tanya a stiff Spinebuster. The crowd immediately turns on the dastardly duo of Joshua and Vile.*

Bailey: What a twist of fate for the two ladies.

Lawless: As long as that hunk of man is fine, I don’t care.

*Joshua simply looks on an eeriely content smile, walking down to the downed Lily Rose and rolls the rocker onto her back. He then starts stomping vicious right across her facial features, causing the woman to grasp at it in pain! She manages to sit back up off the ground, only for Joshua to immediately rear back and drive his foot right into her face, sending her back down to the ground! Vile meanwhile mounts Tanya inside the ring, now starting to rain down a series of stiff elbows into her own features, the fiery woman guarding her face as she endures these blows. Vile then rises up off of her, harshly tugging her up by her locks of hair, then immediately taking her up into a backbreaker! Flaire grimaces in pain, feeling the further stress on her back.*

Bailey: Not looking good for the ladies right now. Vile and Joshua seem to have them both right where they want them and believe me, that is not somewhere they want to be.

Lawless: I never noticed this before, but Joshua has some really clean feet.

*Vile hoists Flaire back off the mat, when suddenly she gets a shoulder tackle to the mid section, hunching her masked opponent over! Flaire then bounces off the ropes, before coming back with a cross body. Vile however snatches her up in mid air, Flaire looking on in shock, before launching her across the canvas with a fall away slam! Flaire lands across her back again, grasping at it in pain. She then rolls onto her stomach instinctively, Vile however immediately charging over, delivering a harsh stomp right across the back area! Tanya whinces once more, immediately grabbing on that spine, Vile deliberately grinding her foot against there. Joshua meanwhile lies in wait, as Rose pushes back to her feet. He immediately aims a high roundhouse kick at her face! Rose however quickly ducks under, then grabbing the surprised Joshua, taking him down on the outside with a quick Russian Leg Sweep!*

Lawless: That damn rocker chick! Look what she just did!

Bailey: Lily Rose manages to duck under one of Joshua's feet there, then taking him down with a beautiful Russian Leg Sweep. A very nice counter.

*Joshua grabs at his back slightly, sitting up off the mat. As soon as he does though, Rose stomps right at his face, putting him back flat on his back. She then pulls him off the ground, before slipping behind and clinching on a sleeper hold, Joshua looking a bit surprised. Rose then pulls him down quickly, driving him down into her knee for a backbreaker of her own! Joshua grasps further at the area, looking a bit pained. Rose smiles, climbing atop the ring apron now and heading over towards the pole where the guitar is suspended on. Meanwhile, Vile has Tanya in a Camel Clutch submission, pulling back viciously across her neck and compressing that spine of her's even further. Flaire screams in pain, trying to escape this hold Vile has her locked in.*

Bailey: Vile obviously can't win this match by submission. This seems more like she's just trying to inflict as much pain as possible on her opponent. Which is not a bad strategy.

Lawless: Hey, if you're hurting, it's harder to fight back.

*However, Vile spots Rose heading towards the guitar. She immediately releases her hold on Flaire, but not before driving her face back into the canvas. She then rises up and charges over. Lily however spots her coming and catches her as she comes close with a stiff forearm, sending the masked woman down to the mat, now grasping at her jaw. Lily then continues making her way towards the guitar, slowly ascending the turnbuckle. Suddenly, Joshua springs up onto the apron, then leaping up high and nailing her in the side of the head with a lightning fast enziguri! Rose immediately at her skull, losing her balance and crashing back to the outside!*

Lawless: DAMN!

Bailey: Amazing agility by the very skilled Joshua. He may a twisted young man, but he's also a gifted young man. Especially with his feet!

*Joshua grasps his back, still feeling some effects by Rose's offense. He however manages to climb atop the turnbuckle, reaching up for that guitar. Tanya however gets back to her feet, immediately lunging in and grabbing the nearby top rope, shaking it! Joshua immediately drops down, straddling the turnbuckle and gasping in pain. Tanya then charges forward and leaps onto the top turnbuckle, grasping at her own back noticably, then leaping up and wrapping her legs around Joshua's throat, sending him sailing with a top rope Frankensteiner! The blonde haired young man crashes into the canvas, grabbing at his back once more in pain. Flaire then pushes back to her feet, rubbing over her own spine slightly. She then begins climbing the turnbuckle once more.*

Bailey: And Flaire showing off some skill of her own with a beautiful Frankensteiner. Clearly both of these teams want to grab that guitar first.

Lawless: Well of course. That's the only way to win. And if you get it first, you've got a better chance of cracking it over the opposition's skull first!

*Tanya reaches the top rope this time. Then looking up above her, she spots that pole where the guitar is positioned. Quickly, the woman begins scaling it, getting quite close. Suddenly though, Vile smashes in the back from behind with an elbow shot to the spine. Tanya grimaces in pain, stopping her ascent now. Vile then grabs her around the waist, before falling back and sending her crashing into the canvas with a top rope Backdrop Suplex! Tanya and Vile both crash to the mat with a loud thud, as Tanya grasps desperately behind her once again, definitely feeling the effects of that move. Vile, though not coming off unscathed herself, then manages to get back to her feet. She then looks up and eyes that guitar intently, immediately starting to make her way back towards the turnbuckle. She quickly climbs atop there, now eying that pole herself, grabbing ahold of it and beginning her way closer towards it. She makes her way higher and higher up that pole, soon reaching halfway, when suddenly a steel chair comes flying up and hits her right in the masked face! Vile immediately drops back down, grasping at her covered features, as she plummets back down to the canvas once again!*

Bailey: Very smart move there! Lily Rose took that chair from earlier, than tossing it skyward and hitting Vile right between the eyes!

Lawless: I'll say this for the rocker. She has some pretty good aim!

*Lily Rose rises back to her feet, grasping at her side once more, but quickly starting to make her way back towards the inside of the ring. However, as she comes close, Joshua charges in, nailing her right between the eyes with a baseball slide! Lily immediately goes back down, grasping at her face once more. Joshua looks at the downed Rose, then quickly turning his attention back towards that guitar. He gets back to his feet, grabbing once more at his spine, before starting to ascend the turnbuckle yet again. The young man quickly scales back atop the turnbuckle. However, as he makes his way over, Tanya comes back out of nowhere, springing atop that turnbuckle herself! Joshua immediately turns around, looking rather surprised with this.*

Bailey: And looks like Tanya is back up and she isn't going to let joshua just snatch that instrument without a fight.

Lawless: Well then, I hope she likes getting a foot shoved down her throat!

*The two immediately look at one another, now starting to exchange kicks while they stand atop the turnbuckle,looking determined to force the other off their. Joshua drives his foot into Tanya's chest, doubling her over in pain. She however grabs onto the pole nearby, keeping her footing, then firing a swift kick at Joshua's leg. The young man feels it connect, immediately firing back with another kick to the chest. Tanya once more grasps on her torso, not having quite as much force behind her own kicks. Joshua immediately fires another at that area, but Flaire instead catches him by it! The young man looks a bit confused, until Tanya rears back and nails a high kick right to the side of his face! Joshua nearly loses his balance, staggering back from the force. He however grabs ahold of the pole, managing to stay up there. He immediately looks back at Flaire, then grabbing ahold of that pole nearby, positioning himself for another enziguri! Tanya gets nailed once more, grabbing the side of her head and dropping back on to the mat.*

Bailey: A battle of feet commences, but Tanya can't stick it out. Her legs just lack the strength to match up with Joshua's own. But then again, what do you expect? Vile knew that she would have an advantage by choosing a male partner.

Lawless: Got that right. She may be ugly as sin, but she's pretty smart.

*Joshua maintains his balance, hanging onto the pole and dangling in the air. He then swings himself back into position atop the turnbuckle and smiles, looking quite pleased with this.He then begins scaling the pole once again. However, as soon as he does so, Lily Rose quickly climbs back onto the ring apron, looking back up at the young man, then scaling the turnbuckle herself. She then quickly starts climbing up from the other side of this pole, Joshua looking quite surprised with this, but simply starting to speed up in his ascent. The resident rocker however refuses to be beaten to the punch, speeding up herself and swiftly scaling that pole on the other side. The two look intently at one another as they both near the guitar, the two of them reaching up and beginning to tug on that swinging instrument. Joshua seems to have the advantage at first, though Lily struggles to pull it down first herself. Joshua continues to keep a firm grip, tugging on the weapon as hard as he can, but Rose fights back with a nearly equal amount of force, as the war to wield the guitar continues.*

Bailey: Looks like both of them have reached that sacred weapon. The question is, who will gain the advantage?

Lawless: The hot guy damnit!

*Slowly, the guitar begins to loosen, as their efforts of prying seem to be paying off, particularly for Joshua. The young man almost has it in his grip, until Rose reaches over, grabbing him by the head, Joshua looking surprised by this, the rocker than ramming him face first into the front of the instrument! Joshua gasps in pain, now grabbing closely at his fave, Rose then shoving forward on that instrument, driving it forward into Joshua's face once again and sending him tumbling down to the canvas! The crowd cheers, as Rose takes a quick breather, before reaching up to pluck that guitar from off of the pole. She then holds it high above her head, sliding back down onto the turnbuckle. She then leaps off at the rising Joshua, in the similiar fashion as an axe handle smash. She then leaps off, swinging it down right at his head!*

Bailey: Oh my gosh!

Lawless: She's gonna kill him!

*Suddenly, Joshua falls forward out of the way, as Vile lunges in out of nowhere, shoving him hard from behind. Lily just misses him, instead swinging right through the air. The crowd boos, Joshua instinctively rolling out of the ring, follow soon after by Vile. Tanya meanwhile gets back to her feet, just in time to spot her partner with the weapon. They both look at each and smirk, as Rose holds that guitar and points it at them outside the ring, now crossing her throat.*

Bailey: The guitar is now in play and this one could be over in mere moments. It just depends on how well Lily Rose can use that guitar.

Lawless: She’s a rocker you idiot, she knows how to use a guitar.

*Vile and Joshua try to come up with a plan, but Lily rushes at them with the guitar and they scatter and enter the ring and go after Tanya. Tanya starts to get beat down a bit by Joshua’s feet and Vile’s punches and stomps. Lily attempts to help them, but is caught with a side kick by Joshua, dropping the guitar in the process. As Lily lies, Vile holds up Tanya and tells Joshua to nail her with a side kick. Joshua goes for it, but Tanya ducks and nails Vile, who goes to the outside.*

Bailey: TANYA DUCKED AND VILE IS ON THE OUTSIDE, THE LADIES HAVE JOSHUA RIGHT WHERE THEY WANT THEM!

Lawless: I wish I was there right now.

Bailey: You stay right here, do your job.

*With Vile on the outside, Tanya tries to go for the guitar, but Joshua connects with a kick to the stomach. Tanya is hunched back and Joshua is in prime position. Tanya rights herself, but its right into Joshua’s Soul Cleanser. Tanya goes down into a heap and is knocked out to the outside, leaving Lily and Joshua in the ring together.*

Bailey: It’s down to just two now, Joshua and Lily-Rose and Lily’s got the guitar back.

Lawless: She needs to make this count, otherwise she might not get another shot at him.

*Lily grabs the guitar and swings at Joshua, but Joshua rolls out of the way and kicks Lily in the stomach, to get the guitar away from her hands. He attempts a side kick and hits, but Lily is staggering. Joshua is ready to deliver another Soul Cleanser, but Lily grabs one leg, then the other leg and is setting up for her Headbanger’s Fall, which would conceivably end this match.*

Bailey: She’s setting up for Headbanger’s Fall. This could be it.

Lawless: I hope it isn’t the end. I want to see more of him.

*Lily finishes the setup, but doesn’t see Vile sneaking back into the ring and grabbing the guitar. As Vile aims, Lily plants Joshua with the Headbanger’s Fall. Joshua is out and Lily is motioning to the crowd that she’s ready to lay into Joshua with the Guitar, but she turns around and…….*

KA-BONG!!!!!!

*bell Rings*

Bailey: VILE JUST NAILED LILY WITH THE GUITAR!!! THE OPPORTUNISTIC VILE DOES IT AGAIN!!!

Lawless: How dare she wait until Joshua got hit with Headbanger’s Fall before she nailed him with that guitar. At least Joshua has a win.

The Fink: Ladies and Gentlemen, here are your winners of the Guitar on a pole match, Joshua and Vile!

*Blood and Rose hits as Vile lifts up Joshua and tells them they won the match. The ref lifts up both of their arms up in victory. Tanya comes to the aid of Lily, whereas Vile and Joshua head to the back, basking in the glory of Lily’s defeat. It’s most assured that the war between Vile and Lily-Rose won’t be over.*