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Posted December 27th by EW Torch Staff in Best of E-Wrestling, Dream Wrestling Federation, Fans Wrestling Organization, Global Division of Wrestling, TV Reports, Torchcenter
DEFIANCE WRESTLING
Southern Hospitality(Malik Johnson/Vince Webb, Jr.) vs.
The Sex Symbols(J.D. Hart/Sean Peters)
Southern Hospitality was already in the ring, hungry.
DQ:
The following is a tag team bout.–
Malik Johnson went toward the rope, stern-jawwed. Vince Webb had not taken his eyes from the aisle. They wanted this.
DQ:
Already in the ring, Defiance brings to you.— Malik Johnson — Vince Webb Jr.–
Some inaudible jaw-jacking was executed from Webb towards Official Mark Sheilds.
DQ:
Southern Hospitality!
The crowd rumbled. They knew they’re in for a spectacle!
“Sharp Dressed Man” by ZZ Top started to play as strobe lights start flickering as the arena goes dark and the music started to play. The Sex Symbols walked out from behind the curtain wearing black vests and black pants. They started dancing at the top of the ramp way and then strip away the black vests revealing the suspenders that were holding up their pants. They kept on dancing as the music played.
DQ:
Coming to the ring from the Sunset Strip, weighing in at four hundred and sixty five pounds, JD Hart, Sean Peters, they are the Sex Symbols!!!
Then they walked down the ramp way, stopped and posed, holding both arms up and flexing. They then turned around and walked back up the ramp to where they took off the vests and posed some more. They started walking back down the ramp way this time they un-strapped the right side of their suspenders and then un-strapped the left ones. They walk up the stairs and look around at the fans that are having a mixed reaction to them. They started dancing again after they enter the ring through the ropes. Still dancing they grabbed their waist bands of their pants and tore them away from their body revealing their wrestling attire. They began to dance again to the music while they awaited the ring bell.
Mark Sheilds slang his finger forward and the bell sounded.
Almost immediately, Vince Webb sprinted across the ring past the Official and dropkicked JD Hart into the corner, hard. Webb scrambled up as Hart immediately advanced with a sweet dropkick of his own that caught Webb on the chin. Causing an inadvertant backflip from the dropkick, Webb staggered up into a Hart armdrag as the pace was being set. Webb, not to be shown up, gathered himself.
The Crowd ate it up.
Hart went for a short-arm, Webb ducked and went behind for a german suplex. Hart quickly reversed into his own go-behind but got plastered from behind by a Malik Johnson forearm to the neck. Official Mark Shields attempted to run off Johnson, but Sean Peters charged Webb and with a Hart-assisted spinning of Webb, hit him in the stomach with a well-placed spinning back kick. It’s was on, now! Johnson attempted to breeze past Shields but not before The Sex Symbols took Webb down with a Double DDT!
Peters stayed in, illegally, as Mark Shields is too much of an ass to bother with legalities. He stepped up the offense with a mean-looking sitting gordbuster and a quick get-up and sliding dropkick to the face.
Cover.
1!
KICKOUT!
Peters dragged Webb up and tagged in Hart.
Double Back Suplex, followed by a Reverse Neckbreaker by Hart. Another cover.
1!
KICKOUT!
Hart pulled Webb up by the arm. He went for a suplex but Webb charged him into the neutral corner turnbuckle. Jockeying for position but Sheilds separated. Webb and Hart eyed each other hatefully as Webb looked over at the fresh Malik Johnson. Tag Allowed, as Johnson came in and Hart decided to stay in. Traditional tie-up, with Johnson shooting a quick knee into Hart’s rib and attempting a suplex.
FLOATOVER!
Hart from behind. ROLL-UP!
1!
2!
KICKOUT with Authority!
Hart dazzled Johnson with a quick headscissors and then a deep armdrag and armbar to the mat. Johnson, never one to stay down, muscled up despite the armbar being tight. Pushing him into the ropes, Hart gets whipped off.–
T-Bone By The Paragon!
Johnson got up and stomped the head of Hart, quickly tagging to Webb. A Johnson hold as Webb came off the top with a missile dropkick that turned JD upside-down! Webb hit a 360 leg drop and loosely coverd Hart!
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Webb immediately set up Hart for a fireman’s carry into a rough airplane toss. Tag to Johnson, who put the boot to Hart’s nose. A pick up later, Johnson hit a tilt a whirl backbreaker followed by a taunt to the awaiting Sean Peters. Johnson grabbed Hart by the throat, picking him up. COUNTER BY Hart!
Kick to knee and swinging Fisherman! My GAWd!
1!
2!
DEFIED!
A winded Hart scrambled to a ready Sean Peters. Slap of the paw, and Peters dogged Johnson with multiple vertical suplexes with the last being a slingshot vertical into a floatover cover!
1!
2!
KICKOUT by The Paragon!
Antsy, Webb flew into the fray and rocked Peters with a hurracanrana that sent Peters flailing outside! Webb hit the ropes but midway to flight a recovering JD Hart schooled him with a ddt! With Webb down and rolling groggily outside and Johnson gathering to his feet, Hart beamed his body at Johnson, cross-bodying themselves over the top rope to a face-melting pop!
Heel LOVE!
With all four feeling the effects, Vince Webb and Sean Peters traded kicks on the outside as Hart and Johnson were both on their feet, – seeing each other, they collided in a frenzy of general hatred for the other. Johnson got the upper hand, sending Hart into the post followed by a lariat! Hart slumped!
Johnson in-ring, as Peters had blasted Webb with an outside Hiptoss into a neckbreaker! Peters got caught entering!
CRACK HEAD DREAMS! followed by THE PITT BULL!
The Anklelock submission on Peters, Johnson believed he had it won!
Shields made him break the hold! He obviously lost track of who was legal!
The Paragon broke the hold as Peters slipped away on his side. This gave the other two men time to gather on their respective corners, exhausted but ready. Malik saw Sean Peters attempting to scram away and quickly stomped on Peter’s ankle! Dragging him clear across the ring, he tagged in Webb who immediately went for a Figure Four. Parting kick at the knee from Johnson!
Does ‘The Sexnition” give?!
He shook “no,” and after a valiant strength, turned onto his stomach! REVERSAL! — Standing Up! Peters broke the reverse figure four leglock into a single leg crab!
BOOM!
Clothesline from ‘The Paragon’ Malik Johnson to break! Here comes ‘The Luchadorible’ JD Hart, rifling off a Super Kick. Grazed it! — Side Russian floored Johnson! Official Mark Shields attempted to break up Hart’s advance on ‘The Paragon’! From no where, Peters punked Webb with a Gut Buster into a cover!
No Shields! Count DEFIED!
Restored Order, Mark Shields heard a few choice words from Sean Peters, who attempted a Vertical ! He’s UP! He’s UP!
From behind! Malik Johnson sledged Peters in the spine and Webb/Peters tumbled! Hart came flying in after Johnson!
Kick to gut! Swinging Neckbreaker by Hart! Followed by Headbutt to Paragon’s groin and a Shields warning!
Webb KILLS Hart with CLEARING THE AIR! Wicked German Release! Webb turns into a Sean Peters’ Inverted Atomic Drop!
Set-up to ‘The Limp Noodle”!
DEFIED!
Johnson re-entered and yanked Peter’s off his partner, hitting AT THE DROP OF A DIME!
Johnson looked down, looked over at Hart’s whereabouts. Hart wasn’t in position to stop him!
Quick Powerbomb Position! Malik hoisted Peters in the air! Peters leaped off the shoulders! Johnson turned, Peters turned. Head Collision! Standing 10 count by Mark Shields! J.D. Hart finally made it into the ring and interrupted the count by getting into the face of the referee.
Webb grabbed Hart from behind and blistered his chest with a stiff chop. Malik grabbed Hart again and whipped him hard into the ropes.
As Hart was hurled towards the ropes by Johnson, a figure clad in black jeans and a black collar shirt slid into the ring. In one motion he rose to his feet, spun, and drove a back fist into the jaw of the running Hart!
“Radical” Roger Stevens shook his hand out as Hart rolled on the mat clutching his jaw. The other three men in the match seemed to freeze.
And then, Webb was yanked off the ring apron, smacking his face into it on the way down. A less familiar face with perfect gleaming teeth, perfectly combed brown hair and a god-awful cutoff football jersey jumped up onto the ring apron.
This was Paul Sterling.
Which meant that “Large” Leon Rigalski was also there.
Sliding into the ring, Rigalski, as swarthy as Sterling is clean cut, tore into Johnson and Peters, hitting them both with his “lanzarse” spear!
Not content with just that, he sent Peters off the ropes, and on the way back, caught him with a tilt-a-whirl into a powerbomb! The “SUPAFREEK”, as he calls it, had Peters clutching the back of his head as he rolled from the ring.
Johnson staggered up with the intention of fighting, but it came to nothing as Sterling hit him with a tomahawk chop. Stevens easily picked Johnson up, tossed him over his shoulder and drove him head first into the mat with the “Headshot” schwien!
Sterling scooped Hart up onto his shoulders. Then, performing a taunt – a thumb slash across the throat straight into a thumbs up – he dropped Hart down over his back, and then drove him into the canvas with the “Sterling Sharp”! An axe guillotine driver and a very punishing finisher for a wrestler of Sterling’s status, the move had Hart _out_.
And the trio decided to make Webb suffer. Rigalski hit him with a simple clothesline as he tried to enter the ring as Sterling headed up the ropes. Grabbing Webb by the legs in wheelbarrow position, Rigalski lifted him up. Stevens ran beneath Webb, and the two executed a double team powerbomb/lung blower combination – only they did not let Webb bounce to the side, instead holding him bent backwards over Stevens knees… and then Sterling came off the top with a pike split into a flying elbow drop!
Knocked out of his gord, Webb was rolled out of the ring by Rigalski’s foot.
# Radio shit for all you pus-***! #
“Inside Out” by Reveille blasted out as Stevens, Sterling and Rigalski posed in the ring. Stevens standing center, raising both arms above his head in the devil horns. Sterling, left, slicking back his hair and regaling the camera with a sparkle-toothed grin. And Leon Rigalski crossing his massive hirsute forearms across his chest and glowering.
Winners: No-contest.
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DREAM WRESTLING FEDERATION
DWF Tag Team Champions Egg Bandits(Cool Cancer Jiles/Doozer) vs.
Chicken Chokers(B.R. Ellis/Dark)
“Welcome back to Slaughter, as it’s time for the entrances of The ChicKEN Chokers!”
“WHO GOING CHICKEN HUNTING?
WE GOING CHICKEN HUNTING!”
Insane Clown Posse’s “Chicken Hunting” starts to blast throughout the arena, as Dark and BR Ellis step out on top of the ramp. The crowd starts to boo them extremely loud, but the chicKEN Chokers honestly do not care. They head down the isle in the middle, out of reach of all the fans. As they get down to the ring, both me jump up on the apron with their knees and stand to their feet. They look at one another and give a perverted gesture to the crowd, before stepping through the ropes. As both men walk over to a corner, their music cuts to an end.
“BR Ellis and Dark must be at the top of their game tonight in order to defeat the only tag team in DREAM history to be undefeated. If not, they will fall very short of the task at hand. However, no matter what they do, these two men coming out will have something to say on this issue. It’s time for the champs, The eGG Bandits!”
“As he transforms to a whole ‘nother being… SUPER DUPER…”
Daps and pounds hits the PA, The Dooze and Mr. Cool make there way down to ringside. Half way, the two Bandits open on on the spectators… tossing random eggs into the crowd, the dumb fans act as if they were free hot dogs. The smart fans, knowing their calling card, pull out and open up their umbrellas. Used to shield themselves from the forthcoming EGGING onslaught.
Mr. Cool and The Dooze show no bias, as children, grown men, and old ladies who for some reason come to our show, are unmercifully pulverized with Eggs by the Bandits. Eventually, the EGGING subsides and Egg Bandits climb into the ring, and await the bell.
“Looks to be Ellis and Jiles starting off this match. As their partners grab the tag rope on the outside apron.”
Jile and Ellis circle the ring, before stepping center with a collar and elbow tie up. They struggle with each other for a bit, until Jiles pulls in Ellis with a headlock.
“The match has started with some chain wrestling with Jiles having the upper hand.”
Jiles rolls around with the arm, and does an arm lock from behind. Ellis tries to grab a leg between his own, but no luck.
“Jiles is one step ahead of Ellis, by keeping a leg out from in between Ellis’.”
Jiles taunts Ellis until he catches an elbow to the side of the head. Ellis ducks under and rolls around with his own wrist lock of sorts.
“Great chain wrestling between these two.”
Ellis pulls in Jiles to a headlock and whips him over his hips and they go to the ground with Ellis still holding onto the head with a side headlock.
“In this position, Ellis has the advantage with his body weight being on top of his opponent’s body. Jiles will have to roll and get that weight overturned against him! We will return after a short break from our sponsors!”
“Welcome back, Ellis is still wearing down Cancer Jiles with the side headlock.”
Ellis starts to stand with Cancer and brings over to his corner.
“TAG! As we get to see Dark early in this match!”
With the headlock still applied, Ellis grabs the left arm and holds it up.
“Dark off the middle rope, Axe Handle to the side!”
Ellis exits the ring as Dark is left to handle Jiles on his own.
“The ChicKEN Chokers look to have a nice battle plan drawn up. Can they keep on this path?”
Dark grabs the hair of Jiles, and slams him forehead first into the turnbuckle pad. Cancer stumbles back on impact, as Dark decides to do it again for a great laugh.
“I think Jiles is flying higher off these turnbuckle pads than he has in a long time on anything else!”
Dark gives a third one for good measures as Jiles comes stumbling out the corner almost in a drunken state. Dark mocks him, until Cancer stumbles around to feel the boot of Dark kiss his stomach.
“Boot to midsection, off the ropes Dark goes and on his return…”
Dark introduces a knee smash, as the palms of his hands slam the back of Jiles, and knee in the chest. As Cancer falls to the canvas, out of breath. Dark quickly mounts a cover, as the referee goes into position.
“ONE…TWO…NO! Doozer saves their title hopes!”
Doozer with a version of a short punt kick to the side of the skull of Dark, sends Dark flipping off of Cancer.
“Cancer seems to be sliding his way towards Doozer, as the crowd cheers him on, in what I can only hope that it is to see Doozer hit the ring!”
Jiles lifts some, and looks at Dark about to tag in Ellis. Jiles springs up and forward…
“TAG! Doozer is on fire!”
Doozer leaps over the top rope as Ellis just jumps in illegally.
“Ellis is met with a flying shoulder block for his efforts!”
Ellis falls to the mat as Dark is to his feet. Doozer flies at him, another shoulder block.
“The fans here in the Slaughter House are going CRAZY for Doozer!”
Ellis is back to his feet, as Doozer slams him to the canvas immediately. Dark stumbles up, and Doozer lifts him up.
“Doozer has him on the shoulder in the corner, looks like a running powerslam.”
Doozer drops himself on top of Dark who lands on Ellis. Jiles finally able to get to his feet, as both men take their opponents and send them into opposing corners.
“They’ve got them mounted…”
‘1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10′
The fans chant with every blow the eGG Bandits land on the ChicKEN ChoKERS.
“Doozer and Jiles are making this look extremely easy.”
Doozer and Jiles grab their opponents and Irish whip them to the center. When they meet, they nail chest and heads.
“THAT IS GOING TO HURT!”
Ellis falls to the canvas and rolls to the outside. Dark stumbles backwards and falls out the ring between the middle and top ropes.
“While the referee tries his damnedest to get this match under control, we are going to step out. When we return…The final of the main event..STAY TUNE!”
Welcome back to Slaughter. The referee has finally gotten control of the match as Doozer has Ellis in the corner.”
Doozer thrashes Ellis with some hard shoulders into the midsection, on after another, until the referee’s count is at four.
“Doozer finally lets up, and Ellis crumbles to the canvas holding his stomach.”
Doozer grabs up Ellis by the arm.
“Doozer has Ellis up, pulls him in and SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE!”
Doozer pulls Ellis back up never releasing the hold on his arm.
“Doozer has Ellis off the ground, BOOM! Samoan Drop!”
Ellis crashes down on the canvas as Doozer springs back over into a cover.
“Dark is in to break up the cover!”
As the referee forces Dark out the ring, Doozer tags in Cancer Jiles.
“Cancer and Doozer lift up Ellis, and drop him with a double brainbuster!”
As Ellis hits the canvas, Cancer goes into the cover. Dark bum rushes into the ring.
“Dark just stomped Cancer in the head!”
Doozer gets back into the ring, but the referee grabs him and holds him back.
“The referee is trying to get control of the match, but look at what Dark is doing!”
Dark lifts up Cancer and drops him with a DDT. Grabbing the leg of his partner BR Ellis, he drags him closer to their corner.
“Dark is back on the apron as both are on the canvas.”
Ellis extends his arm and tags in Dark, as Cancer heads towards Doozer.
“Dark is in, and Cancer is almost to Doozer!”
Dark hits the ropes and drops a knee on the back of the head of Cancer preventing a tag.
“His face just slammed into the canvas off that knee drop!”
Dark taunts the fans and Doozer as Cancer tries his damnedest to get back up.
“Dark is wasting too much time here, he needs to finish him off!”
Dark grabs up Jiles and Irish whips him into the ropes.
“Dark drops down for the back body drop!”
On the return, Cancer grabs the head of Dark and swings around.
“SWINGING NECK BREAKER! Cancer is back into this match!”
Both men lay on the mat motionless, as Doozer starts to stomp and clap to get the fans behind his partners.
“As the crowd here in The Slaughter House is going ape shit nuts over wanting Doozer in this match.”
Cancer starts to slide towards Doozer, as Dark starts to slide to prevent him.
“Cancer is almost there!”
Dark back to his feet, Cancer leaps up but a leg is caught by Dark.
“MULE KICK! Cancer flips into the TAG!”
Doozer comes into the ring and lifts up Dark and slings him into the ropes.
“SPINEBUSTER, Ellis is in, SPINEBUSTER AGAIN!”
Doozer is fired up, as the referee goes to remove Ellis from the ring.
“Doozer is calling in Cancer!”
Doozer puts Dark in the corner as the fans go nuts.
“Cancer is rushing in, ITS GOOD!”
Cancer kicks Dark low, as Doozer comes in…
“ITS GOOD! Eggs Benda-Dick!”
Cancer slides out pulling Dark out the ring. Doozer covers him as the referee slides into position!
“THREE THREE THREE! eGG Bandits have retained here at Slaughter!”
“Daps n Pounds” by Kid Cudi starts to play again as Cancer joins Doozer in the ring has they are handed their tag belts and singles titles as they start to celebrate.
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FANS WRESTLING ORGANIZATION
FWO Internet Champion Flyin’ Frenchie vs. Brawn
Finn: Welcome again to the Wednesday Webcast, where every week the Internet Champion puts his title on the line against all comers. Max Danger was the first Internet Champion to push the idea, and the man he lost to, Brawn, was the first man to win the Internet Title on a match that was exclusive to FWOWrestling.com. Now Brawn will get his return match against the man who took the title from him at Legends, The Flying Frenchie.
Zhuk: Let’s not forget that these two men have been intertwined since the first show of the FWO’s return in 2009, where Brawn, making his FWO debut, beat the Frenchie, one of the FWO’s most celebrated competitors. Brawn beat him there, lost a hellacious match two months later, and stood triumphant against Pierre at Cyberslam, the marquee Pay-Per-View event on our calendar.
Finn: All true. In fact, Pierre took Brawn under his wing for several months leading up to Cyberslam, and many attribute Pierre’s changed nature as being influenced by the Wrought Iron Kid.
Zhuk: Then Brawn has a lot to answer for. I miss the guy who would poke you in the eye and then laugh at your inability to see straight.
Finn: Since Legends, Frenchie’s been putting the title up against all comers, and has done a remarkable job of retaining the title, but as the winner of this year’s Meltdown, he’s entitled to challenge for every other championship. You have to wonder when he’ll start jumping at those opportunities, and if that will cause a distraction that will cost him the Internet Title.
Zhuk: Brawn himself has been dealing with distractions as of late. It seems Superstar Vince Jacobs has been getting into his head and under his skin, which is not much of a surprise to anyone who’s ever spent time with Vince. Still, I think Brawn’s chances are pretty good here. Sometimes it’s all about match ups, and Brawn matches up very well against Pierre.
Finn: Outside of FWO Legend Black Quicksilver, I’m not sure I remember anyone flat out dominating The Flying Frenchie the way that Brawn has. Heading into tonight, their record is even at two and two, but Frenchie’s first win was riddled with some of the worst sort of chicanery, and the other came immediately after a spectacular Internet title defense by Brawn against Max Danger. In a straight one on one wrestling contest, Brawn’s got the edge.
Zhuk: Which just leaves the question: do we see a straight wrestling match tonight? Last week Spike Saunders threw Pierre all over the arena. Is he prepared to play this one straight, or will he dig into his bag of tricks to retain the Internet Championship?
Finn: We’re about to find out. Let’s go to Stevie Richards in the middle of the ring. Stevie!
Richards. The following match is for the FWO Internet Championship!
Richards: Coming down to the ring first, the challenger, from Breaksgood Iowa. He stands six feet, four inches tall, and weighs 250 pounds. He is a former FWO Internet Champion. Brawn!
Richards: And his opponent, from Toulouse France. Standing six feet, four inches tall, and weighing in at 242 pounds. He is the FWO Internet Champion, The Flying Frenchie, Pierre Delacroix.
Finn: Our match is underway, as Brawn and Frenchie slap hands in the center of the ring. Collar and elbow tie up to start things off. Both men are jockeying for position.
Zhuk: Frenchie trying to use his height advantage and leverage to move Brawn, but the kid’s just too strong.
Finn: Indeed, and Brawn is backing Frenchie into a corner. The referee is telling him to release, and Brawn does, both hands in the air. Nice clean break from Brawn.
Zhuk: Dumb move. Take your shots when you can get them.
Finn: Some people respect the rules.
Zhuk: Some people believe in Bigfoot.
Finn: Back in the middle of the ring, they lock up again, and Frenchie immediately cinches a headlock. Brawn tries shoving Frenchie out of it, but his raw power isn’t helping here.
Finn: Now Frenchie using his free hand to grab Brawn’s wrist, and a standing switch to a hammerlock. Behind Brawn, he’s now forcing the Wrought Iron Kid sternum first into the corner.
Finn: The official telling him the same thing he told Brawn, and starting a five count to release him.
Zhuk: Look at that gleam in his eye! Frenchie’s winding up for a big forearm shot to Brawn’s unprotected skull.
Zhuk: C’mon!
Finn: Pierre backing off, and letting Brawn out of the corner unmolested. They lock up for a third time, and it’s a scoop and a slam by Brawn.
Zhuk: Christ, did you see Frenchie bouncing off the mat?
Finn: Brawn not giving Pierer much time to think about it. He’s got him up again, forearm shots to the chest, driving him backwards. Whip to the ropes, Frenchie rolls under a clothesline on the return, but not a rolling elbow on the trip back.
Finn: Frenchie stumbles back, and now forward again…HUGE powerslam by Brawn. Cover gets two.
Zhuk: There, now that’s what I mean. Brawn caught Pierre clean with that elbow, and the powerslam definitely surprised him. Maybe he didn’t get a three count out of the attempt, but he took his shot when he could, and Frenchie nearly lost the Internet title already. We talk about rookie mistakes, but veterans have seen enough to know when they dodged a bullet, and if Brawn plays his cards right, he’ll have Frenchie walking on eggshells for a little bit.
Finn: Both men back up. Brawn throws a wild haymaker that Frenchie ducks. Pierre peppering Brawn with some kicks to the side.
Finn: Brawn catches one, and, is that a Hogan finger wag?
Zhuk: You better believe it, brother!
Finn: Brawn pulls Pierre in…Belly to Belly Suplex!
Zhuk: No cover from Brawn this time. Missed opportunity by the former Internet Champion.
Finn: He’s yanked Pierre back to his feet…atomic drop.
Finn: Pierre stumbles away, but Brawn overtakes him. Big right hand, ducked by the Frenchie.
Finn: Chop by Pierre, returned by Brawn. Another from Frenchie, and again returned by Brawn.
Zhuk: I just wish these crowds would stop whooing. His been retired for years, let it go.
Finn: Frenchie getting the better of the exchange, and those chops are giving way to European uppercuts. Brawn staggering back into the ropes.
Zhuk: Overpowering Brawn. Not quite what I expected.
Finn: Frenchie’s got momentum. He’s not a multiple time Internet, Hardcore, Tag Team, Cruiserweight, and World Champion by random chance. Brawn seemed prepared for Frenchie’s speed and agility, so he’s catching him off guard with the striking game.
Zhuk: Guess again, Chris.
Finn: Brawn caught a knee lift from Pierre, and drove him to the mat with a spinebuster.
Finn: One!
Finn: Two!
Finn: Just two for Brawn, who’s now got Frenchie by the wrist. He’s got arm control now, and has rolled Pierre onto his stomach.
Finn: Brawn settling in for an armbar, but he’s got great leverage from that position.
Zhuk: An astounding amount of torque, no doubt, but I’d be happier if he just cracked Frenchie in the skull.
Finn: Frenchie fighting back, pushing up on the mat with his free arm to relieve the tension.
Finn: Now Brawn floats over, securing a headlock on the crafty veteran.
Zhuk: He’s going to regret that, Frenchie’s already squeezing out of it.
Finn: Freed now, Pierre positions his knee in Brawn’s back as he grabs hold of his jaw.
Finn: Brawn using his hands to pry off Frenchie’s…successfully!
Finn: Both men back up. High kick to Brawn’s face catches him by surprise, and the rookie sent to the ropes.
Finn: Frenchie follows behind, and a leg lariat sends both men tumbling to the floor.
Zhuk: Here we go. Let’s see what they can do out there!
Finn: Frenchie first to his feet, and he’s pulling Brawn up. Wrapping up the younger man, he droves him spine first into the ring apron.
Finn: Now he’s got an arm, and he whips him to the barricade. These men getting awfully close to us.
Zhuk: Maybe they just need some expert advice. (Yelling) Brawn, stop letting him do that!
Finn: I’m sure he never would have thought of that on his own.
Zhuk: It’s working. Big overhand right by the Wrought Iron Kid, and a short arm clothesline sends Pierre to the floor.
Finn: Brawn mounting Pierre, and raining down lefts and rights.
Finn: He’s doing a number on Frenchie, but he’ll need to get this back in the ring if he wants a second reign as Internet Champion. Our official is already up to six, with a very generous count.
Finn: Brawn relenting, yanking Frenchie to his feet. Overhead press…
Finn: …he’s walking around ring side, with Frenchie over his head. That’s a hell of a display by Brawn.
Zhuk: He needs to do something, though.
Finn: Brawn now pressing him up and down, but Pierre is really struggling up there.
Zhuk: The word you’re looking for is flailing.
Finn: Frenchie escapes, sliding down Brawn’s back, and quickly slides back into the ring. He must have been getting flashbacks from what Saunders did to him last week.
Finn; Brawn follows in, and Frenchie nails him with a forearm blast as he steps into the ring. Snap suplex by Frenchie, and Pierre’s already back to his feet.
Finn: Brawn up to his hands and knees, and Pierre knocks him over with a field goal kick to the ribs.
Finn: Lightning quick elbow drops to Brawn’s sternum, and you can feel the momentum shifting to Frenchie.
Finn: Pierre to the corner, quickly ascending the ropes. He measures off Brawn, and leaps off the top turnbuckle.
Finn: 450 Splash!
Zhuk: No one home!
Finn: Brawn rolled out of the way at the last possible second.
Zhuk: Both men sucking wind on the mat, and the ref is starting his ten count.
Finn: Looking at that replay, Frenchie’s left foot caught Brawn’s temple as the Wrought Iron Kid rolled out of the way.
Finn: Our referee is at four, and Pierre is struggling to his feet.
Finn: He’s leaning in the corner, and he looks like he’d be satisfied to take the count out.
Finn: Six.
Finn: Seven, Brawn’s starting to move.
Finn: Eight, Brawn’s up to one knee.
Finn: Nine….Brawn is up, breaking the count.
Zhuk: He’s not out of the woods yet. The official checking with him to make sure that he can safely continue. And Pierre does not want to give him that time to recover.
Finn: Pierre trying to get the match going, and now our ref is standing between the two men, trying to separate them.
Finn: Goodnesss! He was so focused on getting Frenchie back, that he didn’t see that massive blow to Pierre’s head from Brawn. Frenchie’s knees buckled a little there.
Zhuk: That’s what I want to see.
Finn: Brawn driving Frenchie backwards, with more hard shots to the body. In the corner now…oooh, slamming Frenchie’s head against the turnbuckle.
Finn: Our ref trying to get them out of the corner, but Brawn’s ignoring it. Frenchie slumped in the corner, with Brawn climbing to the second corner. The crowd counts along with each punch.
Finn: And now Pierre rakes Brawn across the eyes to stop him!
Zhuk: He’s just doing this crowd a favor. Most of them don’t have enough fingers to count to ten. That’s what happens when your mommy is also your aunt.
Finn: Moving on. Frenchie with a throat thrust, and now Brawn is gasping for air, and the official interjecting.
Zhuk: Probably threatening to toss the match if these two don’t calm down. What’s the fun in that?
Finn: Brawn has recovered, telling the ref that he’s okay to continue, and both men are circling now.
Finn: Frenchie shoots in for a single leg take down, captured by Brawn.
Finn: Hammerhead Drop!
Finn: No! Frenchie slips out of Brawn’s grip, and rolls him up from behind for a schoolboy!
Finn: Kickout at two by Brawn!
Finn: Frenchie grabbing Brawn, bringing him up for the Loire Valley Driver, and this time Brawn escapes.
Finn: Frenchie turns around, and absolutely kills Brawn with a superkick.
Zhuk: Frenchie not satisfied by nearly knocking out Brawn’s teeth. Here comes the move he stole from me, Déjà Vu.
Finn; One!
Finn: Two!
Finn: Big kickout by Brawn at two! He grabs Frenchie’s head, small package by Brawn!
Finn: One!
Finn: Two!
Finn: Frenchie reverses! One!
Finn: Two!
Finn; No! Just two! Both men to their feet, and Pierre goes to poke Brawn in the eye, but the younger man just swats the arm away and ducks behind Frenchie. Bridging German Suples!
Finn: One!
Finn: Two!
Finn: Just two again. Brawn brings Frenchie back up.
Finn: Hammerhead Drop, and this time it connects!
Finn: One!
Finn: Two!
Finn: THREE! New champion, we have a new champion! Brawn is overwhelmed with emotion in the ring, but something’s amiss, the official has not called for the bell.
Zhuk: Something’s definitely up.
Finn: The official talking to Brawn, who’s looking quite deflated. Can we see that again?
Finn: The Hammerhead Drop catches Pierre clean…but too close the ropes. Pierre got his left foot in the ropes just before the three count.
Finn: Brawn not giving up, however. He’s got Frenchie up in the air, and now he’s placing him on the top turnbuckle. Climbing up from the inside is Brawn.
Finn: Superplex!. And a cover!
Finn: One!
Finn: Two!
Finn: Thr…no, no, Pierre kicked out just before the three count.
Zhuk: He’s the Frenchie. Maybe a little too goodie goodie these days, but he knows what it means to be a champion. If Brawn wants to topple him, as well as he’s been doing, he’ll have to pull out all of the stops.
Finn: It looks like he’s doing jus that. He’s got Frenchie up in the air, and up in the opposite corner, facing the crowd. Brawn climbing up behind him, all the way to the top rope.
Finn: Brawn lifting Frenchie up, so now they’re both standing on the top rope. Rear waist lock applied.
Finn: Frenchie countering with elbows, forcing Brawn to relax his grip.
Finn: Frenchie now dropping between Brawn and the ringpost, now he’s got the Wrought Iron Kid on his shoulders.
Finn: Electric chair drop!
Finn: Brawn is down on the mat, caught completely off guard by that turn of events, and Pierre is scaling the ropes. The Flying Frenchie living up to his name, sailing off the top rope…
Finn: Guillotine Legdrop!
Finn: One!
Finn: Two!
Finn: Kickout! Kickout! Brawn kicked out of the Guilotine Legdrop!
Finn: It’s Frenchie’s turn to be flustered. A little back and forth with the ref about the count, and he’s got Brawn’s legs. Turns him over…Cannes Cloverleaf.
Finn: Pierre wrenching the hold in, while Brawn tries his damndest to fight out of it.
Zhuk: Fat chance there. The kid should count his blessings that he kicked out of the Guillotine.
Finn: Brawn struggling, he’s trying to pull Pierre towards the ropes.
Finn: Scratch “trying”, he is! Brawn pulling Frenchie closer to the ropes. The bottom rope is almost in reach.
Finn: He’s got it! The official forcing Frenchie to break the hold, and ordering Frenchie to back off until Brawn is back off the mat.
Finn: The official giving the all clear for the bout to continue, and Brawn streaks towards Frenchie, looking for a Brawnside Blast, but that’s countered by the dreaded DTH!
Zhuk: That move is still banned in parts of the world.
Finn: As well it should be.
Finn: With Brawn facedown on the mat, Frenchie mounts him with a camel clutch. That’s not one you see everyday from Pierre.
Zhuk: Two purposes, Finn. Wear down Brawn, while giving Pierre a chance to recover from some of the beating Brawn laid on him.
Finn: Brawn powering out of the hold, gets back to his feet, and is met with a kick to the gut from Frenchie.
Finn: Waistlock applied, and Pierre hits him with the Time Bomb.
Finn: No cover from Pierre, whose opting instead to reapply the Cannes Cloverleaf.
Zhuk; Look at how Pierre’s leaning back, really applying the pressure.
Finn: Brawn looks just about ready to throw in the towel.
Finn: Frenchie demanding the ref ask Brawn about submitting, and Brawn just shaking his head, not even waiting for the ref to ask. Brawn pounding on the mat with closed fists, trying to psyche himself up.
Finn: Brawn now crawling towards the ropes again, and somehow moving a lot faster than he did last time. He’s got the ropes, but before the ref can break it up, gives another good pull, and both men are back on the floor.
Finn: Frenchie up first, kicking at Brawn, but the Wrought Iron Kid ignoring the blows. Headbutt to Frenchie! Whip to the barrier, reversed, now Brawn sent careening into us!
Zhuk: Well, our table.
Finn: Frenchie rushes in, throwing punches, but he’s not exactly well known for his mastery of fisticuffs.
Zhuk: Brawn making him pay with much harder punches.
Finn: Pierre staggers backwards, and now charging Brawn.
Finn: Back body drop by the Wrought Iron Kid! Pierre writhing on the ground. Our referee’s earlier count may have been generously slow, but the pace has quickened here. Already at seven!
Finn: Brawn grabs Pierre and tosses him back into the ring, sliding in himself just before the ten.
Finn: Brawn lifts Frenchie into the air, and military presses him. Impressive physicality, punctuated by an powerslam.
Finn: One!
Finn: Two!
Finn: Kickout, and Brawn comes up clutching his back. I think all of that time stuck in the Cloverleaf is catching up to him.
Finn: Frenchie back up, and he’s letting kicks fly wildly at Brawn’s side and back. Brawn’s looking like he’s having trouble defending himself.
Finn: Pierre ducks out to the apron, grabs hold of the top rope, springboard hurricanrana! But Brawn does not flip!
Zhuk: Damn!
Finn: Brawn brings Frenchie back up on this shoulders, aiming a powerbomb.
Finn: No! Brawn’s back must have betrayed him, as he shimmies with Frenchie on his shoulders. Frenchie tries again for the rana, and this time Brawn goes down.
Finn: Hook of the legs for Pierre. One!
Finn: Two!
Finn: Three!
Finn: The Flying Frenchie held on by the skin of his teeth, and retains the Internet Title against a very game Brawn. If Brawn is able to sort himself out of the mess he’s in with Superstar Vince Jacobs, I would be stunned if he doesn’t take another shot at Frenchie. He nearly walked out of this bout a two-time Internet Champion.
Zhuk: That’s the sort of loss that keeps you up at night. Brawn took Frenchie to his absolute limit in that ring, and came up short.
Finn: That’s it for this week’s Wednesday Webcast. Please join us next week, on fwowrestling.com.
Winner: The Flying Frenchie (Pinfall, retains Internet Title
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GLOBAL DIVISION OF WRESTLING
SANTA’S SHOP OF HORRORS BATTLE ROYAL
Jim Bishop: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the GDW Santa’s Shop of Horrors Battle Royal!
PARTICIPANTS: Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer; Frosty The Snowman; Vixen; Worker Elf; Santa Claus; Mrs. Claus; Jack Frost; Blitzen; Donner; The Grinch; The Nutcracker; Prancer; Dasher; New Year’s Baby; Fred Claus; Cindy Lou Who; Scrooge; Tiny Tim
(All 18 individuals, all in their costumes, are inside the ring. The bell rings and the match is under way. The Nutcracker and Blitzen square off, exchanging rights and lefts in the center of the ring. Tiny Tim and Scrooge, too, go at it, while The Grinch takes on both Worker Elf and Frosty at the same time.)
Marty McMahon: This monster of a melee is under way.
Jack Griffith: My money is on The Grinch. How can you pick against a guy who stole Christmas?
Janelle: He didn’t actually steal Christmas, Jack.
Jack Griffith: Oh yeah.
(Blitzen kicks The Nutcracker in his leg, causing him to double over. Blitzen kicks his leg again. Blitzen laughs diabolically but his celebration is cut short when Prancer spins him around and scoop slams him. Prancer then spins around and decks Fred Claus with a roundhouse right. Cindy Lou Who quickly comes to Fred Claus’s aid and the two begin to double team Prancer.)
(Donner, wielding his magic wand, goes up behind Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer and blasts him in the ribcage. Donner then spins and decks Dasher with the magic wand. Before Donner can do anything else Jack Frost hoists him up and gorilla press slams him. Jack Frost body slams Rudolph and delivers a big boot to Dasher before New Year’s Baby comes off the top with a double exe handle, knocking him down to one knee. New Year’s Baby continues to pound away at Jack Frost until he goes down to both knees. He then takes several steps back and charges but Jack Frost counters with a back body drop. Jack Frost gets up and is met by Santa Claus, who jabs with rights and lefts but Jack Frost catches on punch and then delivers a short arm clothesline. Jack Frost power slams Santa Claus. Jack Frost turns around and The Grinch delivers a clothesline, knocking Jack Frost over the top and to the floor.)
Jim Bishop: JACK FROST has been eliminated!
Jack Frost = MosCOW
(Cindy Lou Who delivers a short arm clothesline to Fred Claus. Cindy Lou Who then sThe Nutcrackerps away at Fred Claus. Just then Donner comes up from behind with his magic wand and starts to choke him with it! Cindy Lou Who goes to one knee. Before he can react Mrs. Claus comes up from behind and delivers a devastating headbutt, knocking Donner down. Mrs. Claus then charges and double clotheslines both Tiny Tim and Scrooge. Mrs. Claus starts laughing but is immediately knocked down from behind with a double sledge from Vixen.)
(New Year’s Baby is up to his feet slugging it out with Dasher. Meanwhile The Grinch is still taking it to both Worker Elf and Frosty. The Grinch power bombs Frosty. The Grinch then choke slams Worker Elf. The Grinch takes Worker Elf and hurls him out of the ring. The Grinch turns and charges, delivering a double clothesline to both New Year’s Baby and Dasher, knocking them both over the top rope and to the floor.)
Jim Bishop: WORKER ELF, NEW YEAR’S BABY, AND DASHER have been eliminated!
Worker Elf = El Perro
New Year’s Baby = Sam Fletcher
Dasher = The Anointed One
(The Grinch raises his arms high up into the air and shouts “Ba-Boooooooooooooo!” at the top of his lungs! The Grinch then turns around in time to see the remaining combatants in the ring charging him. They all gang up on The Grinch. The Grinch fights them off and is able to body slam Vixen and to throw Fred Claus out of the ring. The Grinch attempts to do the same to Donner but Donner blasts him with his magic wand. The combatants regroup and once again try to eliminate The Grinch. Finally, after much trying, they get him over the top and to the floor.)
Jim Bishop: FRED CLAUS AND THE GRINCH have been eliminated!
Fred Claus = Betty Crocker
The Grinch = The Great Ba-Boo
(Tiny Tim is met by a standing dropkick from Santa Claus! Scrooge tries to come to Tiny Tim’s aid but Santa Claus delivers a drop toe hold and converts into an STF! Meanwhile Vixen is getting double teamed by The Nutcracker and Blitzen. They deliver a double flapjack followed by a spike pile driver. Blitzen offers a handshake. The Nutcracker refuses and instead kicks him in the gut and drops him with a double arm ddt. The Nutcracker mounts Blitzen and starts to rain down right hands. This doesn’t last long, for Vixen gets back to his feet, pulls The Nutcracker off of Blitzen, and drops him with a belly to back suplex. Vixen then applies a leg grapevine on The Nutcracker.)
(Prancer and Cindy Lou Who are slugging it out in the center of the ring. Suddenly Donner comes up and blasts them both with his magic wand. Donner cannot celebrate long, for Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer drops Donner with a reverse ddt. Rudolph then throws Donner out of the ring.)
Jim Bishop: DONNER has been eliminated!
Donner = Kama Sutra
(Frosty pulls Scrooge up to his feet and whips him into a nearby corner. Frosty charges in and delivers an avalanche. Frosty then lets Scrooge stagger out of the corner before slamming him to the man below. Tiny Tim begins slugging it out with Santa Claus. Tiny Tim gets the better of Santa Claus and tries to throw him out of the ring but Santa Claus lands on the apron. Santa Claus then leaps with a springboard dropkick onto Tiny Tim. Santa Claus drops Tiny Tim with a flowing ddt.)
(Vixen holds The Nutcracker in place for Blitzen to lace into him with right hands. After awhile Vixen drops him. Vixen offers a handshake. Blitzen accepts but Vixen kicks him in the gut and then throws Blitzen out of the ring.)
Jim Bishop: BLITZEN has been eliminated!
Blitzen = Michelle McDonalds
(Prancer and Cindy Lou Who are both back to their feet and they renew their rivalry. They begin to slug it out. Cindy Lou Who gets the best of the situation and tries to throw Prancer out of the ring but Prancer lands on the apron. Prancer pokes Cindy Lou Who in the eyes and tries to suplex Cindy Lou Who out of the ring but he too lands on the ring apron. The two then begin to exchange right hands on the ring apron. Before either man can react Santa Claus knocks them both off the apron and to the floor below.)
Jim Bishop: PRANCER AND CINDY LOU WHO have been eliminated!
Prancer = Mrs. El Perro
Cindy Lou Who = Brett
(Frosty The Snowman goes for a scoop slam on Scrooge but Scrooge slips out from behind and applies a sleeper. Frosty drops down for a jaw jacker. Mrs. Claus then charges from out of nowhere and clotheslines Scrooge out of the ring. Vixen hurls Tiny Tim out of the ring.)
Jim Bishop: SCROOGE AND TINY TIM have been eliminated!
Scrooge = Prince of Pop Pirate
Tiny Tim = Macktastic B. Slither
(The Nutcracker limps to his feet. Santa Claus comes off the top at The Nutcracker but The Nutcracker catches him and turns it into a power slam. The Nutcracker again rises to his feet in time to see Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer charging him. The Nutcracker floors him with a superkick! Mrs. Claus charges The Nutcracker and The Nutcracker delivers a back body drop. The Nutcracker delivers a hard clothesline to Vixen! The Nutcracker starts to celebrate, thinking he has things well in hand. Suddenly Frosty comes up from behind and dropkicks The Nutcracker, sending him over the top and to the floor.)
Jim Bishop: THE NUTCRACKER has been eliminated!
The Nutcracker = Disco Ninja
(Rudolph and Frosty double team Mrs. Claus while Vixen pairs off against Santa Claus. Mrs. Claus puts up quite a fight but eventually Rudolph and Frosty together prove to be too much and they eliminate Mrs. Claus. Santa Claus eliminates Vixen.)
Jim Bishop: MRS. CLAUS AND VIXEN have been eliminated!
Mrs. Claus = Captain Steroid
Vixen = The Flamboyantly Gay Gambino
(Rudolph tells Frosty to help him against Santa Claus. Frosty agrees but suddenly he turns on Rudolph, grabbing him and hurling him out of the ring. Frosty starts mocking Rudolph only to have Santa Claus dropkick him from behind sending him over the top and to the floor.)
Jim Bishop: RUDOLPH THE RED NOSED REINDEER AND FROSTY THE SNOWMAN have been eliminated! Your winner of the GDW Santa’s Shop of Horrors Battle Royal, SANTA CLAUS!!!!!!!!!
Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer = The Wannabe
Frosty The Snowman = El Banjito Grande
Santa Claus = Henry Mimosa
Marty McMahon: Henry Mimosa wins this hotly contested battle royal!
Jack Griffith: You mean Santa Claus, right?
Janelle: Right, Santa Claus.
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MAIN EVENT:
GLOBAL DIVISION OF WRESTLING FEVER TELEVISION TITLE MATCH
Ivan Klitschko vs. Shawn Atlas vs. Kurt Logan
Jim Bishop: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the GDW Fever Television Championship! Introducing first, the challengers, first from Semipalatinsk, Kazakhstan weighing in at 250 pounds, IVAN “KING” KLITSCHKO!!!!!!!!!
The lights in the arena turn completely red. The tron flashes to life as the Soviet National Anthem begins to blare over the PA system. The flag of the USSR is seen burning on the tron. Then Ivan Klitschko steps out onto the stage and the crowd begins to boo loudly. He ignores their reaction as he slowly and methodically makes his way to the ring, not letting his off of his opposition for one moment.
Ivan finally makes it to the ring. He ascends the steel steps and then steps through the ropes and into the ring. Ivan steps to the center of the ring and raises up both arms into the air. Ivan then lowers his arms and returns to his corner and waits patiently for the bell to ring and the match to start.
Jim Bishop: His opponent, from Richmond, Virginia, weighing in at 220 pounds, KURT LOGAN!!!!!!!!!
‘Headstrong’ By Trapt begins to play over the P.A. Sytem, as the Global-Tron flares to life. Clips of Kurt Logan in action against different wrestlers, training for his matches, and unleashing a combination of kicks and punches towards the camera are shown on the screen.
Circling your
Circling your
Circling your head contemplating everything you ever said
Now I see the truth I got a doubt
A different motive in your eyes and now I’m out
See you later
I see your fantasy you want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads, yeah
Well now that’s over
I see your motives inside
decisions to hide
Kurt comes out from behind the curtain, receiving an excellent reaction from the crowd. He walks from one side of the entrance ramp to the other, pointing to the crowd and egging them on in order to get them to raise their noise levels.
Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we’re Headstrong
Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
and This is not where you belong
I can’t give everything away
I won’t give everything away
Kurt walks down the entrance ramp, slapping hands with the fans on his way to the ring.
Conclusions manifest your first impression’s got to be your very best
I see your full of shit and that’s alright
That’s how you play I guess you get through every night
Well now that’s over
I see your fantasy you want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads yeah
Well now that’s over
I see your motives inside
Decisions to hide
Kurt steps through the ropes, then climbs each turnbuckle, playing to the crowd. Kurt leaps back down, and starts warming up for his match by performing a Kotehineri, meaning ‘twisted wrists’.
Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we’re Headstrong
Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
and This is not where you belong
I won’t give everything away
I know I know all about
I know I know all about
I know I know all about
I know I know all about your motives inside and your decision to hide
Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we’re Headstrong
Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
and This is not where you belong
I can’t give everything away
I won’t give everything away, this is not were you belong
Jim Bishop: And finally, weighing in at 320 pounds, from Detroit, Michigan, he is the reigning and defending GDW Fever Television Champion, SHAWN ATLAS!!!!!!!
as “Welcome to the Jungle” begins playing over the loudpseaker, Atlas appears at the top of the ramp. He cracks his knuckles, cracks his neck from side to side then does a quck sprint to the ring. He stops at Ringside, takes off his floor length leather jacket, hands it to a ringside aide and slowly climbs steps as he locks eyes with his opponents-never taking his eyes off of his enemy!
(The bell rings and the match is under way. Kurt walks over to Klitschko and pie-faces him down onto the mat. Kurt laughs out loud but this distracts him enough to allow Shawn Atlas to walk over and begin to lace into Logan with right hands that back him up against the ropes. Shawn Atlas whips Kurt into the ropes and then takes him down with a back elbow smash. Logan scrambles back up to his feet only to get put down by a standing dropkick. Klitschko gets back up to his feet and he comes up to Logan and, along with Shawn Atlas, begins to stomp away at Logan’ prone body. Atlas and Klitschko then pull Logan up to his feet and hurl him up over the top rope and to the outside. Klitschko tries then to get in a cheap shot, a right hand, on Atlas but Atlas blocks it, kicks Klitschko in the gut, and nails him with a swinging neck breaker. Atlas goes for the cover and a quick win.)
1…
…2…NO! Klitschko easily kicks out.
(Shawn Atlas pulls Klitschko up to his feet, gets him in a front face lock, and hits a snap suplex. Atlas floats over into another quick cover.)
1…
2….NO! Klitschko again slips his shoulder up.
(Shawn Atlas begins to lace into Klitschko with right hands. Eventually the referee pulls Shawn Atlas off of Klitschko. The referee warns Atlas about the closed fists and then tends to Klitschko. Just then, with Atlas and the referee distracted, Kurt Logan comes up from behind and lands a low blow on Shawn Atlas. Kurt then spins Atlas around, kicks him in the gut, and plants him with a big time DDT. Logan then goes over to Klitschko, pulls him up, and drops him with a short arm clothesline. Logan pulls Klitschko up to his feet and throws him out of the ring and to the outside. By this time Shawn Atlas has managed to pull himself up using the ropes. Logan notices this, walks over, and begins to lace into Atlas with right hands, backing him into a corner. Logan then begins to drive his shoulder several times in a row into Atlas’s midsection. After six or seven of shoulders in his gut, Logan takes a few steps back and begins to kick away at Atlas’s mid-section. Eventually Atlas slumps down in the corner. Logan then places his boot across Shawn Atlas’s throat for a choke. The referee orders Logan to release the hold and when Logan refuses, the count is on. Kurt breaks the choke just before the count of five. Logan then pulls Shawn Atlas up to his feet, whips him into the ropes, and drives a knee into Atlas’s midsection. Logan goes for the cover.)
1…
….2…NO! Atlas gets a shoulder up.
(Kurt Logan pulls Shawn Atlas up to his feet and whips him into the ropes but Klitschko is up and he pulls the ropes down, causing Atlas to go tumbling over the top and to the outside. Logan sees this and goes after Klitschko but Klitschko pokes Kurt in his eyes and then hang’s him throat first across the top rope. Klitschko then hops up onto the ring apron and up onto the top turnbuckle, awaiting Kurt to turn around. Kurt turns around and Klitschko flies off the top with a shoulder block on Kurt Logan. Klitschko goes for the cover.)
1…
2….Kurt Logan gets a shoulder up!
(Klitschko pulls Kurt up to his feet but Kurt immediately pokes Klitschko in his eyes. Logan then nails Klitschko with a swinging neck breaker. Logan then applies a neck vice on Klitschko. The neck vice is kept locked in for about twenty seconds until Logan notices that Shawn Atlas has made it back up onto the ring apron. Logan charges the apron and knocks Atlas back off. Logan then pulls Klitschko back up to his feet, sets him up, and drops him with another neck breaker. Kurt then takes Klitschko and reapplies the neck vice. After about twenty more seconds Klitschko begins to fight his way back up to his feet. Klitschko makes his way back to his feet and Logan then switches the neck vice into a side headlock. Klitschko finally breaks the hold with three elbow shots to Kurt’s midsection. Klitschko laces into Kurt with right hands, backing him up into the ropes. Klitschko then attempts to whip Kurt into the ropes but Kurt reverses and then drops Klitschko with a huge Arn Anderson style spine buster. Kurt goes for the cover.)
1…
2…
…..NO! Shawn Atlas just barely broke up the three count!
(Kurt Logan gets up and throws a right hand at Atlas but Atlas blocks it and begins to nail Logan with rights of his own, backing Logan up into the ropes. Atlas whips Logan into the ropes and nails him on the rebound with a hip toss. Logan scrambles back to his feet and charges Atlas only to get nailed with yet another hip toss. Logan scrambles back up to his feet and charges Atlas but this time Atlas ducks his head and nails Logan with a back body drop. Logan uses the ropes to pull himself up, he turns around towards Shawn Atlas and gets nailed by a superkick. Shawn Atlas goes for the cover.)
1…
2…
…..3…NO!!!!! Kurt Logan gets his foot on the bottom rope!
(Shawn Atlas signals to the crowd that it is all over. Atlas pulls Logan up to his feet, gets him set up, and locks in the Unclaimed [liontamer].)
Marty McMahon: The Unclaimed is locked in!
Janelle: Logan may not last much longer.
Jack Griffith: Get in there, Truth! HURRY!
(Twenty seconds go by and Logan looks as if he’s about to tap when Klitschko suddenly breaks up the hold. Klitschko attempts to whip Atlas into the ropes but Atlas comes off the ropes and catches Klitschko on the return with a flying forearm. Shawn Atlas then waits for Klitschko to get back to his feet before dropping Klitschko with the superkick. Atlas is about to go for the cover when Kurt Logan spins Atlas around, kicks him in the gut, and nails him with a ddt. Kurt goes for the cover.)
1….
2….
….3…NO! Atlas kicks out!
(Klitschko pulls Shawn Atlas up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Klitschko ducks his head early and Shawn Atlas makes him pay with a kick to the face followed up by a roundhouse kick to the side of his head. Shawn Atlas then lands a standing dropkick that takes Klitschko down. Shawn Atlas gets back up only to have Kurt, who just rose back to his feet, spin him around, scoop him up, and body slam him. Kurt drops an elbow across Shawn Atlas’s midsection. Kurt gets up in time to see Klitschko rising back to his feet, so he rushes in and takes Klitschko back down with a clothesline. Kurt pulls Klitschko back up to his feet and whips him into the ropes and delivers a high back body drop. Klitschko quickly scrambles back to his feet utilizing the ropes but Kurt immediately charges him and clotheslines Klitschko up and over the top rope and to the outside.)
Marty McMahon: Klitschko got taken to the outside.
Janelle: And he’ll need to get back in if he wants to win the title.
Jack Griffith: Thank you for stating the obvious, Janelle.
Marty McMahon: Well while you two were arguing, Shawn Atlas just got up to the second turnbuckle!
(Unbeknownst to Kurt, Shawn Atlas has hopped to the second turnbuckle. Kurt turns around and Shawn Atlas snaps off a flip over neck breaker. Shawn Atlas goes for a quick win.)
1…
2…Kickout!
Marty McMahon: Two count only after a nice flip over neck breaker!
Janelle: It’ll take more than that to put Kurt Logan down tonight.
Jack Griffith: Again, thanks for pointing out the obvious.
(Shawn Atlas sits Kurt up, takes a running start, and nails a neck snapper. Shawn Atlas looks over his shoulder and notices Klitschko has climbed back onto the ring apron. Shawn Atlas runs over to the ropes, springboards off the top turnbuckle, and nails Klitschko with a springboard dropkick, knocking him back down to the floor. Shawn Atlas looks over at Kurt who has just sat back up so he charges in and nails another neck snapper. Shawn Atlas then latches on a neck vice.)
Jack Griffith: Big mistake by Shawn Atlas right here.
Janelle: How is it a mistake? He has him down and he’s focusing in on one body part—the neck.
Jack Griffith: It’s a mistake because he’s not strong enough to hold him down.
Marty McMahon: Are you two going to argue like this all night?
(The neck vice lasts for about 10 seconds until Kurt begins to fight his way back to his feet and, sure enough, he does make it to his feet. He breaks the hold with elbow shots to Shawn Atlas’s gut. Kurt then backs Shawn Atlas up against the ropes with right hands. Kurt then whips Shawn Atlas into the ropes and he goes for a clothesline but Shawn Atlas ducks it and nails Logan from behind with a sleeper neck breaker. Shawn Atlas goes for the cover.)
1…
2…Kickout!
Marty McMahon: It looked “The Unclaimed Angel” was in trouble but Shawn Atlas found a way to save himself.
Janelle: That was a beautiful move.
Jack Griffith: A move he “borrowed” no doubt.
(Shawn Atlas waits until Kurt sits up and then he charges forward and nails another neck snapper. Klitschko rolls into the ring as Shawn Atlas rises back to his feet and he mows him over with a hard shoulder block. Klitschko pulls Shawn Atlas back to his feet and body slams him to the mat below. Klitschko then pulls Kurt back up to his feet and snaps off a neck breaker. Klitschko goes for the cover.)
1…
2…
…3…NO! Kurt kicks out!
Marty McMahon: Apparently Klitschko was watching everything that Shawn Atlas did to Kurt’s neck.
Jack Griffith: Klitschko’s no dummy. He knows that now is a great time to finish the work Shawn Atlas started. Great strategy.
Janelle: I thought you said working over his neck was a mistake?
(Klitschko pulls Kurt back up to his feet and gets him set up for a ddt but Kurt reverses from out of nowhere with a Northern Lights release suplex. Klitschko scrambles back up to his feet at the same time as Kurt. Klitschko charges Kurt who catches him with a high flapjack. Kurt gets to his feet and he pulls Klitschko back up as well. Klitschko pokes Kurt in his eyes and then quickly drops him with a swinging neck breaker. Unbeknownst to Klitschko, Shawn Atlas has stepped out onto the ring apron and stands ready. Klitschko turns around and Shawn Atlas then leaps up, spring boards off the top rope, and hits Klitschko with a springboard seated senton. Shawn Atlas waits as Klitschko slowly tries to pull himself up. Klitschko makes it to his knees when Shawn Atlas charges in and nails him in the back of his head with a shining wizard. Shawn Atlas goes for the cover.)
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…3…NO! Klitschko kicks out!
Marty McMahon: The shining wizard nearly put Klitschko out!
Jack Griffith: That was quite a move.
Janelle: That’s a nice one-liner, Jack.
(Shawn Atlas gets up in time to see Kurt making it back to his feet with his back turned to Shawn Atlas. Shawn Atlas charges in and drops him with a bulldog. Shawn Atlas then goes for a standing moonsault but Kurt gets his knees up, driving them into Shawn Atlas’s gut. Kurt gets to his feet at about the same time as Shawn Atlas. Kurt charges Shawn Atlas and drops him with a boot to the face. Kurt covers.)
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…3…NO! Klitschko breaks up the three count!
Marty McMahon: That kick nearly took Shawn Atlas’s head off!
Janelle: And were it not for Klitschko, Kurt Logan would be the Revolution Champion right now.
Jack Griffith: Thank you Miss Cleo.
(Kurt gets up and he and Klitschko begin to exchange right hands. Kurt gets the better of the exchange, backing Klitschko up against the ropes. Kurt whips Klitschko into the ropes and then hits him with a back elbow smash that takes him down. Klitschko scrambles back to his feet only to have Kurt kick him in the gut, lift him up onto his shoulders, and drill him with a death valley driver.)
Marty McMahon: What a death valley driver from Logan! Don’t see that often from him!
Janelle: It has to be over now! New champion!
Jack Griffith: Not if Shawn Atlas has anything to say about it……
(Sure enough before Kurt can make the cover, he turns into a superkick attempt by Shawn Atlas. Kurt, though catches the foot, jerks him in to him, and nails him with an exploder suplex. Kurt pulls Shawn Atlas back up to his feet and whips him into the ropes and nails him with an Arn Anderson style spinning spine buster. Kurt goes for the cover.)
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…3…NOOO!!!!!! Shawn Atlas gets a shoulder up!
Janelle: This is exactly what Kurt Logan needed to do. Eliminate Klitschko and then use his superior strength to keep Shawn Atlas grounded.
Marty McMahon: Indeed. If he keeps this up, he will be the next champ.
Jack Griffith: Don’t count Shawn Atlas out yet. He is resilient as hell.
(Kurt pulls Shawn Atlas back up to his feet. He scoops him up but Shawn Atlas slips out from behind him and strikes a falling reverse ddt. Shawn Atlas slowly pulls himself up and then heads over towards the turnbuckle where he hops up onto the second turnbuckle and waits for Kurt to get back up. Klitschko gets up first though, and he heads over to try and intercept Shawn Atlas but Shawn Atlas leaps off and nails him with a flip over neck breaker instead. By this time Kurt is back to his feet and as soon as Shawn Atlas turns around he is met by right hands from Kurt. Kurt then whips him into the ropes as he runs off the other side. Both competitors have the same idea and go for clotheslines, taking each other down.)
Marty McMahon: All three wrestlers are down!
Janelle: This is anybody’s ball game!
Jack Griffith: I told you not to say this was over too soon.
(All three remain down for about nine seconds until suddenly, from out of nowhere, Shawn Atlas kips up to his feet. Shawn Atlas stands ready as Kurt Logan gets up to his feet. He gets to his feet and Shawn Atlas drills him with a bulldog. Shawn Atlas goes for an elbow drop which Kurt avoids. Kurt scrambles back to his feet only to get nailed by a superkick from Atlas.
(Before Shawn Atlas can go for the cover, Klitschko rolls him up in a school boy.)
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…3…NOOO!!!!!! Shawn Atlas just barely kicks out!
Marty McMahon: Klitschko damn near sneaked in a victory.
Janelle: That’s why you have to always watch your back in a triple threat match.
Jack Griffith: Yeah, cause Shawn Atlas sure as hell didn’t see THAT coming.
(Shawn Atlas scrambles back to his feet in time to see Klitschko throwing a right hand at him. Shawn Atlas ducks the right hand, kicks Klitschko in the gut, and drills him with the Angel’s Wings [cobra clutch slam]. Klitschko is able to roll outside in pain. Shawn Atlas, meanwhile, notices that Kurt is just now trying to get back to his feet. So Shawn Atlas climbs up to the top turnbuckle again and stands ready. Kurt gets up and turns around and Shawn Atlas then leaps off the top for a flying cross body block but his momentum carries him over and Kurt lands on top of him.)
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….3…NOOO!!!!!! Shawn Atlas gets a shoulder up!
Marty McMahon: A beautiful cross body block from the top from Shawn Atlas but he still almost lost because of it.
Jack Griffith: Those high risk moves more often than not come back and bite you in the ass.
Janelle: And again Klitschko is out of the picture for the time being and we are left with Shawn Atlas and Kurt to fight it out.
(Shawn Atlas and Kurt get back to their feet at about the same time. Shawn Atlas throws a right hand that staggers Logan. He throws another that staggers him again. He throws a third but this time it is blocked and Logan throws one of his own. Kurt throws another right hand the staggers Shawn Atlas back to the center of the ring. Kurt then kicks Shawn Atlas in the gut and drills him with a flowing ddt. Kurt goes into the cover.)
Marty McMahon: Devastating DDT.
Janelle: Now I KNOW its over!
Jack Griffith: Goodbye, Shawn Atlas!
(Kurt goes for the cover.)
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…3…NOOO!!!!!!! Shawn Atlas shoots him right shoulder up off of the mat!
Marty McMahon: How did he manage that?
Jack Griffith: You’re askin’ me? I have no clue.
Janelle: Obviously we know Shawn Atlas is very resilient.
(Kurt looks perplexed. He pulls Shawn Atlas to his feet and sets him up for another Last Resort but Shawn Atlas wriggles free and then dropkicks Logan in the back, sending him into the ropes. Shawn Atlas then charges him and nails a spinning heel kick, that knocks him through the ropes and to the outside. Shawn Atlas then gets to him feet and waits as Logan gets to his. He then takes off running and leaps up and over the top rope for a suicide plancha over the top onto Kurt.)
Marty McMahon: Shawn Atlas is putting his body on the line in hopes of winning back the title!
Jack Griffith: Damn right he is. That was a major league gamble.
Janelle: And of course you never gamble, do you Jack?
Jack Griffith: Uh….sure…..right.
(Shawn Atlas slowly pulls himself up only to get kneed in the gut by Klitschko who then drags him over and smashes his face first into the steel steps. Klitschko then pulls Kurt up to his feet and smashes him face first against the Spanish announce position. He does this several times before rolling Kurt on top of the table. Klitschko joins him on top of the announce position and pulls him up to his feet and gets him set up for a suplex.)
Marty McMahon: Oh no! Klitschko is getting ready to suplex Kurt Logan right here onto us!
Jack Griffith: We’d better move!
Janelle: I’m with you!
(Klitschko attempts to lift him but Kurt blocks it and then kicks Klitschko in the gut and ddt’s Truth on the table. Kurt gets over off the table with Truth still on the table. Kurt climbs up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a huge moonsault from the top turnbuckle to the outside onto a prone Truth.)
Marty McMahon: And now Klitschko has more than likely been eliminated from this competition for good!
Jack Griffith: I agree, Marty. I don’t see how there’s a way in hell Klitschko will get back into this thing.
Janelle: He is unconscious right here at our feet!
(Kurt slowly moves off of the Spanish announce position. He turns around to see Shawn Atlas leaping off the top turnbuckle from the inside to the outside with a moonsault. Logan can’t move in time and he gets nailed by the moonsault.)
Marty McMahon: Dear Lord! Shawn Atlas taking another huge risk!
Jack Griffith: One of these days it’s gonna bite him in the ass. Mark my words.
Janelle: Just not today. That was amazing!
(It takes Shawn Atlas a bit longer this time to pull himself up. He gets Kurt up as well and rolls him into the ring. He steps up onto the ring apron where he leaps up onto the top rope, springboards off the top, and drops a leg across Kurt’s throat. Shawn Atlas goes for the cover.)
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….3…NOOO!!!!!!!!! Kurt gets his foot on the bottom rope!
Marty McMahon: I really thought Shawn Atlas had it right there!
Janelle: He did, but Kurt was too close to the ropes.
Jack Griffith: He’ll have to get him away from the ropes if he hopes to win.
(Shawn Atlas steps outside and climbs back up to the top turnbuckle. Kurt slowly gets to his feet and when he does, Shawn Atlas leaps off and nails him with a top rope missile dropkick. Shawn Atlas then runs off the ropes and nails him with The Angel’s Wings.
Marty McMahon: Third time’s the charm for Shawn Atlas.
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Janelle: It has to be over.
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Jack Griffith: Stick a fork in him, he’s……
…3…NOOO!!!!!!! Kurt just barely gets a shoulder up!
(Shawn Atlas, shocked that Kurt kicked out, pulls him up to his feet and gets him set up for another Angel’s Wings but Logan counters with a back body drop. Shawn Atlas scrambles to his feet and then charges Kurt who catches him coming in with a Samoan drop. Kurt pulls Shawn Atlas back to his feet, whips him into the ropes, and delivers a high back body drop. Kurt drops an elbow across the chest of Shawn Atlas before going for the cover.)
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…3…NOOO!!!!!!!!! Shawn Atlas gets a shoulder up!
Marty McMahon: And now Kurt Logan is back in charge.
Janelle: He needs to put Shawn Atlas away but how does he do it?
Jack Griffith: By continuing to pound away.
(Kurt pulls Shawn Atlas up to his feet and body slams him near a corner. Kurt then hops up onto the second turnbuckle. Kurt leaps off and drives his forearm and elbows onto his chin. Kurt pulls Shawn Atlas back up to his feet and delivers a snap suplex. Kurt floats over into the cover.)
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…3…NOO!!!!!!!!! Shawn Atlas gets a shoulder up!
(Kurt pulls Shawn Atlas back up to his feet and whips him into the ropes and nails him with a tilt-a-whirl into a side slam. Kurt goes for the cover.)
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…3…NOOOOO!!!!!!! Shawn Atlas gets a shoulder up!
Marty McMahon: Kurt knows that victory is close.
Janelle: It is within his grasp, that’s why he’s keeping the pressure on.
Jack Griffith: Going for quick covers like that don’t hurt nothin’ either.
(Kurt pulls Shawn Atlas back up to his feet but he immediately pokes him in his eyes. Shawn Atlas uses martial arts kicks mixed in with a few right hands to back him up against the ropes. Shawn Atlas then whips Kurt into the ropes. Shawn Atlas ducks his head early and Kurt goes for a sunset flip but Shawn Atlas rolls through, grabs Kurt by his legs, and turns him over into the Unclaimed [liontamer].)
Marty McMahon: What a counter by Shawn Atlas!
Janelle: From out of nowhere he clamps on the very painful Unclaimed.
(Shawn Atlas keeps the Angel’s Arch locked in tight while he yells “ask him” at the top of his lungs. The referee gets into position to ask Logan if he wishes to tap out but Kurt shakes his head, refusing to give up.)
Marty McMahon: Normally one would expect Kurt to get out of this pretty quickly since he is much bigger and stronger than Shawn Atlas.
Janelle: Good point and that illustrates how fatigued he is.
Jack Griffith: But Shawn Atlas is just as fatigued. How long can he hold on?
(Kurt begins to fight on towards the bottom rope. Kurt gets within rich and in fact his fingertips do touch but Shawn Atlas immediately drags him back out to the center.)
Marty McMahon: What a brillShawn Atlast move by Shawn Atlas!
Jack Griffith: Now there’s nowhere to go.
Janelle: Don’t count out Kurt, guys. I think he can pull through.
(Kurt again begins to fight back towards the bottom rope. After about ten seconds he finally reaches the bottom ropes, forcing Shawn Atlas to break the hold. Shawn Atlas holds on for a few more seconds before finally breaking. Shawn Atlas then takes Kurt, drags him out to the center of the ring, and attempts to lock it in again, but Kurt counters with a small package.)
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…..3…NOOOO!!!!!!! Shawn Atlas barely gets a shoulder up!
Marty McMahon: Man oh man! Shawn Atlas almost got caught!
Janelle: What a way to lose the Revolution title
Jack Griffith: Lucky for him it didn’t end that way. He’d better pay more attention.
(Kurt and Shawn Atlas pop back up at about the same time and Kurt puts Shawn Atlas down with a hard clothesline. Unbeknownst to Kurt, Klitschko has finally made it back into the ring. Klitschko uses the ropes to pull himself back up. Kurt turns around to see Klitschko, so Kurt walks in and backs Klitschko up into a nearby corner with right hands. Kurt then mounts Klitschko in the corner and laces into him with more right hands. Kurt hops down and lets Klitschko stagger out of the corner, at which point Kurt kicks him in the gut and snaps off a DDT. Kurt goes for the cover.)
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…3…NOOOO!!!!! Klitschko gets a foot on the bottom rope!
Marty McMahon: Kurt again almost wins it.
Janelle: How is Klitschko even in this match after being drilled through our table?
Jack Griffith: I don’t know how Klitschko got back in this thing but I bet he wishes he weren’t.
(Kurt pulls Klitschko back up to his feet and snaps off another Last Resort, the fourth one of the night. Kurt is about to go for the cover when Shawn Atlas jerks Kurt up off of Klitschko, kicks him in the gut, and goes for the hot shot but Kurt counters into a back body drop. As soon as Shawn Atlas makes it to his feet, Kurt hoists him up and drops him with a death valley driver. Kurt climbs up to the top and connects with a shooting star press. Kurt goes for the cover.)
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Jim Bishop: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and NEW GDW FEVER TELEVISION Champion, KURT LOGAN!!!!!!
Marty McMahon: Kurt has done it! He is the new Fever Television Champion!
Janelle: You have to hand it to this young kid. He would not quit, he fought on until victory was his
Jack Griffith: I don’t have to hand anything to him. He stole victory from Shawn Atlas.
Janelle: Oh shut up, Jack.
